PLEASE GIVE MEHHHHH

Just some more doodles.

*sharply inhales* I just got done reading Canary Continuity: Caged Lungs by @qoldenskies ...and all I can genuinely say from the bottom of my heart is...WHAT THE ACTUAL—?!?!?

NOT ONLY is the writing of this fanfic SPECTACULARLY SOUNDLY WRITTEN it also DESTROYED MY WHOLE BEING AND SOUL (in a good way!) I cried and wept with Donnie on such a personal level and I made the mistake of reading this at work (it was a slow day so not many customers) but I was trying so hard not to cry as I kept reading this wonderful piece of literature.

I'm still screaming on the inside. Screaming for Donnie and his brothers and I just—I JUST!!! AAAGGHH I want to hold them all and never let go and OH MY SOUL!! If you haven't read this I strongly suggest it. It's such a wonderful Rottmnt fanfic and it's just written so eloquently and beautifully. I will be revisiting this story so often it might be unhealthy but it's fiiiiiiiiiinnneee. I'm fine. I promise. PLEASE, FOR THE LOVE OF EVERYTHING ROTTMNT, GO READ IT.

Oh and please be mindful of the tags of the story some of it can be very sensitive to other people.

Just some sketches of Eli Shane. Been obsessed with this show lately.

Woah this hit me with a lot of inspiration. And a little bit of heart break and hope. Amazing job.

As long as they could remember, centaurs and humans have always been at war. They were fighting for lands and its riches, for religion, for an ideology in which the other didn’t have their place. Sometimes there were truce and centaurs associated with humans. But extremism always quickly emerged from both sides and battles were starting again.

Towns and villages were like garrisons. Everyone knew how to fight and had their blazon. And in some rare place you could see centaurs and humans living together, in peace.

Elias was raised in a very extremist centaur clan and was captured at an early age by humans as a symbol of humiliation. After months of refusing to talk to humans he finally gave up and made a friend. Nobody has never been so kind with him than this young boy.

But one day his clan came to the village and after a fierce battle they won,  decided to execute every humans… They forced Elias to kill his friend for their own amusement and left the young centaur alive and traumatized. « Don’t kill him. Let him live with the memory of that kill. This is all that centaur pet deserve. » The one who pronounced those terrible words with disdain was none other than his father…

Elias wandered for years alone. Avoiding combats, centaurs and humans. It was easier to be alone. He thought it was less painful. Until he met Lee. The human was coming from a mountain village and was traveling through the lands, looking for some adventure. He got quickly fond of this lonely centaur. It was very rare to see one alone… They became very good friends making Elias anxious about what could happen to his fragile human fella. “Don’t get attached to anyone. You’ll just suffer their loss.” He kept repeating to himself. And indeed, it almost happened again…

They got swallowed up by a big battle, where different garrisons has formed an alliance to fight against the biggest extremist human army. Lee was reported dead and Elias got his heart broken again. But the man lived. And his sad smile never left his lips, even when they realized that he wouldn’t be able to walk again. « Elias please.. Be my legs. » Elias puffed his chest at that. Of course it would be an honor for him, Lee had the kindest soul and was a very good soldier. And most of all, he was his friend, his family, his everything…

You could sometimes see them on battlefields, as one furious entity, fighting for something that was more worthy than every ideology. The two headed centaur with four arms and four legs. They became legend.

Warfare

Chapter 1 Part 8-9

Part 1 | Part 10 (coming soon)

Two pages this time because you are all cool and deserve it! Also, man the Disaster Twins am I right? Thank you guys for the love and all of the comments! It seriously helps to push me and stay productive :). God bless you all! ✝️💕

This is absolutely divine

The bookshelf was stacked with stories about ghosts, aliens, urban legends, mythical monsters, and other assorted horrors. We’d bought them shortly after we moved into the new house. The town we’d moved into had a second-hand bookshop, and that was the first place I hit with my grandpa, right the day we moved in.

“Have you found everything you’re looking for?” he asked every time I brought him a book to hold.

“No, just wait a little bit, I won’t be long,” I told him.

He just held the pile of books against his belly and hummed a song several decades old.

Grandpa never read books. At least, I’d never seen him read any. He did read newspapers, though. We had five newspapers showing up on our doorstep, printed in three different languages. Grandpa would read every story and every ad in the papers, often nodding and muttering a commentary to himself.

“Just to be clear, you can borrow these at any time” I said to him while the owner of the shop calculated the total.

He nodded a little distractedly. “Ice cream?” he asked in response. “I think there’s a parlour if you turn the corner down the street…”

That evening, I lined up each book on the shelf, spines out and ordered by theme. It was a more fun system of arrangement than just alphabetical or chronological. With the system I used, all I had to think was “I’m in the mood for a serial killer,” and then pick up the relevant tome.

Grandpa hadn’t seen my room, so I made it a point to drag him up there and look at my bookshelf. A full bookshelf is the most consummate adornment a room can aspire to.

“How is it?” I beamed at him, hoping he’d ask about the sorting.

“It looks like a laboratory of pure evil,” he said. “Like an innocent maiden could take one look at it and faint in terror.”

“You don’t think I’m an innocent maiden?” I asked with a coy smile.

He looked at me appraisingly. “You’re the most innocent of maidens, I think.”

I never really understood what he meant by that. It sounded like a joke, but then he wasn’t really one for jokes.

Every night, before going to sleep, I’d pick a book from the shelf and read a story or two to satisfy my cravings. It made for good dream fodder. I never had nightmares about those horrors—true nightmares don’t rely on comfortable tropes like that.

One night, Grandpa entered my room while I was reading a story out loud, complete with dramatised dialogue. He studied the bookshelf and I switched to reading quietly.

“You’re finally coming around to reading books, then?” I asked after finishing the paragraph I was reading.

“Yes,” he said and ran a hand over his balding head before stuffing it into a pocket again. “I think that after all this time of reading the newspapers, I would like to learn how the real world is.”

Sometimes you just have to leave reason behind and push for your dreams // Hina Syeda

Sketching Donnie

Yes

Have I found a new AU to obsess over? Yes. Am I upset about it? HECK no. Do I Look Like Him by @chil-aglia is such an amazing fic! Please go give her and her story some love it’s such a great read and I am obsessed and more people need to know about it. This is a scene from the chapter named Out of Step.