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these stories and these characters mean so much to me

I’m currently in the process of writing the next part to Warfare so it might take a bit longer for me to get Part 8 out, just a heads up. :) also I'm trying out a new signature to sign my art!

But in the meantime have a little comic that was based off of a dream I had! (I have really vivid dreams guys, sometimes it's scary but I'll leave more context of what entailed below :D) ↓

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The night breeze felt great on Donnie's skin. He wasn't sure why he wanted some fresh air alone without his brothers but he was thankful for the peace and quiet. Well, save for the usual New York hustle and bustle. Car horns blaring and the usual chatter between others. Even though it was 4 am it seemed like it was midday with all the people. It is said that this is the city that never sleeps.

Donnie sighs, taking in the moon and the faint stars above. He couldn't help but smile a little; to disconnect for a little while. Between his family and his tech, although he'd never admit it out loud, he was glad to be alone. It was rare for him, but sometimes doing nothing...could be absolute bliss.

Feeling a bit antsy not working on something though he decided that he'd go for a little walk. He had his black mask to cover his mouth, his hoodie, and wore some black jeans, so as long as he kept his hood up he wouldn't get any weird looks. It occurred to him that he left his battle shell at home, but he wasn't going far, just a little jaunt, so he shrugged and hopped down into the alley that was below him. He has S.H.E.L.D.O.N. on standby anyway, in case something did happen, no matter how highly unlikely that was.

After securing his mask to the sewed on buttons on his bandana, he pulled his hoodie up and tucked his hands into his hoodie pocket. He looked around the corner so as to not bump into anyone before he joined the crowd of people, blending in. Sometimes it felt nice to blend in...to be a part of the societal norms. Donnie relaxed a bit more and pulled out his phone, scrolling through it as he walked.

CRASH!!

It came from the alley Donnie just left. And of course no one reacted to the disturbing sound and shuffles coming from the darkness. Donnie kept walking, assuming it must have been a cat or something of the sort.

"HELP!"

Donnie heard the desperate cry and faltered his next step and bumped into someone.

"Hey, watch it!" the man spit but kept on walking.

Donnie didn't give him a response and also kept walking, slowly now though. He put his phone back in his pocket.

Come on, Donnie. Just leave...

"PLEASE!!"

Donnie stops in his tracks as goosebumps spread across his skin. They sounded like they were in pain. Like they were desperate...Donnie pulls his hood down more, thinking.

Arrgh! I can't just leave!

He knew what he had to do before his mind even made up the decision. Donnie turned and ran back to the alley, easily weaving around people, his hood flying back at his speed.

I can't believe I'm doing this...

He turns the corner and sees someone on the ground, slash marks across their forearm, no doubt to try and block the attacker. Blood was dripping down onto the dirty alley floor, mixing with old newspapers and trash. It didn't escape Donnie that he didn't have his battle shell, but he didn't have to necessarily fight. He just needed to get them out of there.

He hurriedly grabbed their arm, taking advantage of the fact that the attacker hadn't noticed him yet, and pulled them up, ready to jet out of there into the crowd where they could take cover.

"LET GO!!"

They pulled their arm back and fell against the wall roughly. His moment of surprise was gone and the attacker was aware of him now.

"Hey! I'm trying to help you!" Donnie growls under his breath. The person lying on the ground looked up in surprise.

The attacker didn't say a word as he backhanded Donnie in the face with so much power and force that he flew to the brick wall behind him, and without his battle shell, the impact was excruciating. Donnie let out a rough yell and fell to the ground. He immediately pulled up his sleeve and called for S.H.E.L.D.O.N. to alert his brothers and to send him his battle shell.

He stood up and held his hand out to the person, standing up but wincing at the pain that came from his shell and the dull ache on his cheek. He couldn't tell how bad the damage was to his shell, but the pain was manageable for now.

"If you're done wasting my time, I suggest we RUN!"

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And that was the end of my dream you guys (⁠T⁠T⁠)

The whole thing was from a third person perspective which was weird. Usually my dreams are first person. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this little snippet of the comic and dream. I appreciate you all and I hope you have a blessed day! ✝️

“Start writing, no matter what. The water does not flow until the faucet is turned on.”

— Louis L’Amour (via wordsnstuff)

Finally

How to Love an Introvert

1. Try not to take their need for space personally. It doesn’t mean they don’t love you.

2. Don’t try to fix them. Accept an introvert for who they are and they’ll be loyal to you for life.

3. Know that introverts don’t let many people in, so you must be pretty important to them.

4. Introverts hate confrontation. Give them time to process things instead of pressing for immediate answers.

5. If you want an introvert to open up more, truly listen without interrupting when they do talk.

6. Recognize an introvert’s need for alone time is crucial to their health and happiness.

7. Know that introverts are fiercely loyal when they love someone and they expect the same in return.

IntrovertSpring.com

A little WIP with ROTTMNT Leo. I plan on filling this whole page so let’s do it one day at a time!

#rottmnt #rottmntleo #teenagemutantninjaturtle

Sketchin' all day long let's goooooo! Honestly though I absolutely loved "The Clothes Don't Make The Turtle" episode. So much fun!

YES. JUST YES

for me a relationship is ‘goals’ when your partner is at the same time your best friend, your confidant, your counselor, your lover. when with that person you can really be yourself, when you can play like kids and spend most of the time making jokes, taking thousands of pictures, ugly pictures of you which are made fabulous only by her presence in. laughing together, screaming together, caring together, not caring together and occasionally crying together. the most important thing is to be really happy and seeing her eyes shine from joy when she is beside you, I mean that’s pure happiness. a relationship is cute even when there’s jealousy, jealousy of the good, jealousy with motives and not toxic. it’s amazing that your family knows her and your mother asking you all the time how she doing and if you are taking good care of that angel

This. I wish I'd known this earlier on in my life

I noticed the other day that girls usually adapt to their bfs hobbies like if they enjoy idk surfing the girls will start learning facts about it and buying cute things related to it for them and being so proud of their bf like they’re a star even if they aren’t that great at surfing just out of pure love and joy ….. But men never fucking adapt to their gf’s interests like they can’t possibly care less about makeup for example or they’ll just complain about them taking too long to get ready instead of sharing the passion for it and watching them create something beautiful and being interested in why is it that it makes her feel better to do her makeup. Men are so used to not trying at all fuck that tbh!!!!

Unfortunate announcement:

Someone has copied nearly all of my MJ Tumblr content along with other people’s fanart and created their own posts with next to no credit to me nor the fanart creators. This is their blog:

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ROTTMNT MJ

ROTTMNT MJ

They have repeatedly ignored my polite requests to stop, so I’ve blocked them so that they cannot access my Tumblr anymore. They may still attempt to steal content from YouTube however, so I’m making you all aware. I just hope they don’t steer too many people away from my actual content. 😔

If you could reblog this post to make your followers aware of this false blog, I’d very much appreciate it. 🙏❤️

Beautifully said

“My heart swings back and forth. I think too much. I feel too much. The distance is killing me. The uncertainty is killing me. This is love. It consumes me whole. How do I let it go? How do I let you go? They say, if you don’t hurt for it, then it’s not love. Then this must be love. Thought we were life partners with souls intertwined. Are we unmatched minds who just feel confined? Should we bear the sorrow and leave each other behind? So, my heart swings back and forth. Waiting on our decline.”

— declining love // Hina Syeda @abillionlittlethoughts