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turtleblogatlast · 2 months

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Thinking about the Don Suave scene and what it means in terms of LGBTQ+ representation because my brain does nothing if not torment me with random topics to ramble about on the regular.

Anyway, I just wanted to ramble about why I like the scene but to get it out of the way - the scene can very easily be interpreted in so many different ways, and all of them are valid. I personally see it as Leo having at least some attraction to a man. And the following is an explanation of my own interpretation and thoughts on it and what it means especially for Leo’s portrayal in the grand scheme of things.

Long-winded interpretation under the cut!

Now, to start with, it’s important to me that in the scene Leo looks at Don Suave in the very beginning and then for the entirety of the rest of the time the man is on screen, Leo’s eyes are closed. Yet, in the end, he is still visibly enamored with Don Suave, happily cuddling up to him as he’s being carried away.

You can very easily interpret this as Leo being spellbound and that’s honestly super valid and I believe he likely was at least somewhat in the beginning, but considering how fast he looked away and how he never looked again, I personally think it makes more sense to read it as Leo just finding the man attractive, at least somewhat. (For the record, I personally headcanon Rise Leo as bisexual with a heavy preference for men, but I want to be blunt when I say that any interpretation is valid. Literally any. Ace, pan, gay, bi, none of the above or a mixture of something new literally all of it is more than okay and fair. Hell you could even interpret this entire scene as more romantic attraction than physical and it would still work. Anything goes!! Don’t bother people, guys, really.)

The main reason I take this scene to be at the very least LGBTQ+ adjacent isn’t just because of how it’s portrayed, but because of who Leonardo is. Not in terms of Rise of the TMNT, but in terms of the entire Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles™️ franchise.

Leo’s a character who, while changing with each iteration, has still at his core been around for decades upon decades as “the blue one”. One fourth of the team. He’s the one most are going to look at as the Leader, and oftentimes he is the one closest to having the title of Main Character. Not to say the others aren’t just as important, but Leo’s presence in the A plots of basically all TMNT media is often something very main character-esque.

And that’s very, very important to note. Here we have a Main Character of a prolific and decades long-running franchise distributed by a children’s television network. You can play around with his and his brothers’ characters all you like, but there is always going to be challenges to dodge around, especially since this was still in 2018-2019.

For example, you can play around with their designs so long as they’re color coded turtles, but their sexualities? Now that’s tricky.

“But what about Hypno and Warren?” Not main characters and also they’re Rise originals. They have a lot more room to play around with than a character like Leo does. But even talking about main characters in the franchise, you could arguably have an easier time playing around with Donnie or Mikey’s sexualities than Leo or even Raph, as (unfortunately) the former two tend to get more B plots, so they’d likely have had a little more leeway (still not a lot though.)

So, where does this leave us?

It leaves us in a place where outright stating and/or showing undeniable proof of Leo’s attraction to men is very, very difficult. So, workarounds!

Workarounds like the entire Don Suave situation.

To be honest, as left up to interpretation and lowkey and deniable as it is, this whole scene means a lot to me because of who Leo is as a character. It’s just nice when we get so see even the bare bones of representation with characters that have been such a large part of pop culture for decades, y’know? Even if more would be so much nicer, this is better than I thought we’d ever get for these boys.

And, again, literally nothing I’ve said is the only way to interpret it, I’m more than happy when people interpret media on their own honestly, it’s just something I’ve been thinking of lately and I was wondering if others felt the same way.

Whatever you think when you interpret this scene or Rise Leo as a whole, I just thought this would be interesting to think about, even if it was ramble-y, haha.

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt headcanons #rottmnt leo #rise leo #rise don suave #rottmnt don suave #I lied I’m back to ramble because I’m just #so bad at keeping my mouth shut #or uh #not typing word vomit #anyway- yeah this is my personal interpretation #I believe Leo was legitimately mesmerized by Don Suave’s powers…in the beginning #but even the series’ creator says it was ‘at least PART of what was going on with Leo’ so #idk it’s something that’s been on my mind and I was wondering if anyone else felt the same??#may delete this later who knowssss #pleaaaase feel free to disagree I just like to talk lol #but yeah sometimes I look around at how much media has LGBTQ+ rep in it now and it honestly makes me emotional??#(we always always ALWAYS could use more but)#we did not have even a crumb of this as kids #but also like most of that rep is new properties #and I just was thinking about what that could mean #idk man idk #once again please don’t take this as facts it is VERY MUCH NOT #man I was looking around for good images to use and found jack all #anyway tho did you know Donnie often has bi colors around him and Leo is often dressed in the colors of the trans flag-#okay anyway back to the caves I go this comic won’t draw itself #I gotta spray myself with water any time I go to type long winded essays because they’re not great for the mental health fr

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snowangeldotmp3 · 5 months

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having an identity crisis for this blog honestly. maybe there will be a url change, maybe there won’t….who can say really…

#also have mentally not been in a great place these last few weeks so like. maybe a nice big change is what i need #maybe #okay bye im going back into my cave

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superfluouskeys · 14 days

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wip actually wednesday! ♥

I was certainly not tagged by non-tumblr-user @menzosarres in my personal favorite form of social media, being snapchatted a tumblr post, but anyway, I have chosen to bother you all with more original thing because it's been awhile and also I want to and it makes me happy :) I'm also sharing two snippets bc see above :) and also the sections are related but my transitional sections in this part are a bit of a mess rn LOL.

I really need a better sorting system this is starting to become egregious.

part 1 || part 2 || part 3 || part 4

I'm doing a cop-out and saying if you want to do the thing pls feel free to consider yourself tagged!

“Back already, Sister?”

Tamsin startles. Althea turns with poise and grace. The owner of the voice is not nearly so imposing in her stature as Althea, but no less regal in her countenance. Her flaxen hair is arranged delicately around her shoulders, accentuating the delicate shape of her face. She wears a dress of deep red that appears to Tamsin a bit more fashionable than what Althea prefers, fitted at the waist and flared out down to her ankles.

“Sister Maren,” Althea nods cordially. “There was an unexpected development.”

Maren’s sharp eyes fall upon Tamsin. “So I see.”

“May I introduce Tamsin of Godsplace?” says Althea.

Tamsin glances nervously between them. “Uh. Pleased to meet you.”

She attempts a surpassingly awkward curtsey. Maren’s thin-lipped smile exudes haughty derision.

“Yes,” says Maren. “A pleasure, I’m sure.”

“So, as you can see, I’ll need to take her to get settled in and find someone who’s available to initiate her.”

Maren hums, a short, affected sound. “I can teach her,” she says, with a sharp-eyed glance toward Tamsin, “if you want it done properly.”

Althea laughs. “I think I’d prefer that our newest student survive her first week.”

Maren’s brow twitches in subtle annoyance at the jab. “Suit yourself,” she says primly. “But don’t come crying to me when Sister Helie teaches her whatever it is she’s calling proper form these days.”

“Did you need something, Maren?” Althea asks her evenly.

Maren scoffs. “And here I thought I was coming to greet an old friend,” she replies mildly. “Yes, as it happens, but I didn’t know you’d have company. Come and find me, when you can spare the time.”

She turns to leave without waiting for an answer, her red skirts twirling dramatically around her. Before she gets very far, though, she stops abruptly and turns back toward Tamsin. “Oh, and,” she begins, and then curtseys low, curling her hand into a fist somewhere near her heart. “Well come and well met, little sister.”

Tamsin watches her go in stunned silence.

“Well,” says Althea, with muted amusement. “What a welcome. Let’s get you settled, shall we?”

She sets off with surety, and Tamsin is left to scramble after her.

“Is she really a teacher?” Tamsin wonders, for lack of a better way to begin. Tamsin does not have much experience with teachers, but the small handful of schoolteachers in Godsplace are all kind, if somewhat harried women, all but one among them (who but recently began as a sort of apprentice) much older and married with children.

Tamsin supposes Maren could be much older than she appears, but she certainly doesn’t have the air of patience Tamsin would expect from a teacher. Tamsin wonders if teachers are very different here at the Academy.

“You doubt her suitability?” Althea wonders, still with that lilt of amusement about her voice.

“Oh, no, I only—“

“It’s understandable, but I assure you Sister Maren is an excellent teacher, and has an excellent heart besides. Her style, however, is…not for the faint of heart, shall we say.”

“That was sort of what I was wondering about,” says Tamsin.

“Oh, you’ll see soon enough,” says Althea.

Whatever Tamsin is expecting, Teacher Helie is not it. She is noticeably slight of frame, particularly set against Althea, not quite plump but with an air of softness about her, and the silvery blonde of her hair and eyelashes gives her the look of one lightly dusted with the morning dew. She greets Tamsin in the same way Maren did, except that it is not the same at all. The curtsey, the gesture, and the words all bear the conviction of deepest sincerity.

“Tamsin cannot see the Gift thus far,” Althea tells Helie, “and it’s my impression she still doubts me when I tell her she possesses it at all.”

Tamsin ducks her head, embarrassed, although the words are true.

“Oh, dear,” says Helie gently, reaching out for Tamsin’s hands, “we Forgotten must never bow our heads in shame!” Her voice matches her countenance, soft and sweet, and with the lilt of an accent Tamsin does not recognize. When Tamsin takes her hands and looks up, she notices that Helie’s eyes are unusually pale, as though painted with the same brush as her hair and lashes.

Helie smiles kindly and squeezes Tamsin’s hands. “Every Gift, big or small, is precious,” she says, with the same heart-wrenching conviction as well come and well met. “And I believe that no Gift is an accident.” She leans in, almost conspiratorial. “The Gift wants to be used, you see. Even the tiniest sliver of magic, in the right hands, may one day take the world by storm.”

“See? Just as I’ve been saying,” says Althea, pleased, but restrained as ever. “And with that, I shall leave you in Sister Helie’s capable hands.” To Tamsin’s surprise, Althea then mimics the greeting the others have bestowed upon her. Althea’s version is not sarcastic, but neither is it effusive. Althea makes the gesture seem somehow ordinary, as though it were the way one should always expect to be greeted. “Well come and well met, little sister,” she says with a regal curtsey. “If there’s anything you need, your teachers can likely provide it, but nevertheless, please do not hesitate to seek me out.”

“Ah,” Helie sighs musically when Althea closes the door behind her. “Forgive me for saying so, Tamsin, but you must really have left an impression on Sister Althea.” She chuckles lightly. “Normally she doesn’t like to be sought out by anyone.”

Tamsin picks at her skirt self-consciously. “She could have just been saying that to be polite.”

Helie laughs. It is a bright, joyful sound. “Believe me when I tell you, Sister Althea doesn’t 'just say' anything. And certainly not for the sake of politeness!”

Helie leads her to the front of the classroom, and pushes some of the frontmost desks out of the way. “Now,” she begins. “I’m sure Althea’s told you, but just to reiterate, it’s not at all unusual to be unable to see the Gift at first, particularly if you were raised in an environment where magic was not commonplace.” She taps her temple. “Our eyes can play tricks on us, you see. We see what we expect to see, and our very minds are wont to ignore what doesn’t make sense to us.”

Tamsin considers this. The statement somehow sparks both comfort and anxiety. She wonders how much of her life she has somehow misremembered. She wonders if perhaps there were signs that she had the Gift and she simply didn’t have the eyes to see them. She wonders, with a sudden and intense twinge of remorse, if she could have escaped sooner, or if she’d have even thought to try.

“For those who cannot see, I find it’s best to start with feeling,” Helie continues. “Now, don’t be discouraged if this doesn’t work right away, either. Many of us are inclined to ignore what our bodies tell us, too.”

Tamsin lets out a breath of something like laughter. “You make it sound a bit bleak.”

Helie considers this with a subtle furrowing of her delicate brow. “Bleak?” she echoes. “Oh, not at all, dear. Perhaps you’re thinking of the time you’ve lost? Wishing you’d realized earlier?”

Tamsin averts her gaze. “You’ve read my mind, I’m afraid.”

Helie shakes her head. “Whatever happened in the past, Tamsin, you’ve made it all the way here. That is no small feat. Where you are now is already so very different from where you started. We Forgotten sacrifice much, but what we gain is…immeasurable.”

She holds out her hands, palms upturned, but it feels somehow different than before. Tamsin watches her for a moment, hesitant, until Helie nods her encouragement.

Tamsin takes her hands.

She looks up, trying and failing to hide her disappointment. She had expected something to happen.

“Close your eyes,” says Helie.

Tamsin closes her eyes.

“Take a deep breath.”

Tamsin breathes. Her chest is tight, and she realizes only now that she is trembling.

“Another,” Helie directs. “Breath by breath, let go of your fear.”

Tamsin breathes again. But another voice echoes in the back of her mind, the man from the Town Square back in Godsplace. Do you know fear? How will you find peace? Burn her, burn her, burn her—

Tamsin staggers back from Helie, heart racing, gasping for air, and with tears in her eyes. “I’m sorry,” she stammers. “I’m sorry, I really tried, I—“

“Oh, dear,” Helie soothes, with hands gently patting her arms. “I see now. Your power frightens you.”

Tamsin scrubs at her face, but the tears will not stop flowing. It’s like the whole journey has come crashing back into her all at once, the horror of the screaming girl in the Square, the sorrow at the loss of a dear friend to an archaic tradition, the muted fury at the way her mother treats her, the terror at what would befall her at the whim of Teddy Page, and then--!

And then, perhaps worst of all, the hope! The horrible, heart-rending hope that someone had come to save her at last, that everything would be different from now on--and the shame, that a nothing and a nobody should dare to want such change for herself, let alone allow herself to have it.

Tamsin covers her face, unable to stop her crying. Helie continues patting her arms, and she speaks in a soft, soothing tone. “It’s all right now, Tamsin,” says Helie. “It always hurts the most before it starts to heal. And can I tell you something else?”

Again Tamsin attempts to dry her eyes. She sniffles miserably. Helie withdraws, and digs a handkerchief out of her pocket, which she offers to Tamsin.

“Some people think foreswearing home and family and all that came before is the hardest part about becoming Forgotten. And for them, that may be true. But it’s not just about dedicating yourself to your craft, or to your sisters.”

Helie pats her shoulder again, more firmly this time. “It’s about letting go,” she says with a smile, “of what is holding you back.”

The gravity of her words stuns Tamsin into a state of calm, and she is able to dry her eyes at last.

“Shall we try again?” Helie asks her.

Tamsin nods.

Helie moves away, back to the center of the space, giving Tamsin room to follow her. Tamsin watches the way she holds herself, the way she presents her hands to Tamsin, like there is some sort of strength flowing through her arms, even though Helie doesn’t look remotely like the sort of person one would consider physically strong.

Tamsin tries to imitate Helie’s posture, squaring her shoulders and taking a deep breath before she approaches to take Helie’s hands.

“I can see what you’re thinking,” says Helie with a wry smile. “You don’t want that to happen again. But it might.”

Tamsin falters. She withdraws her hands, and so does Helie.

“You have a lot of pain,” says Helie kindly. “I’d guess it’s pain you barely even knew was there. It won’t just go away like that.”

“Then…” says Tamsin uncertainly, “what should I do?”

“Let it all in,” says Helie. Again, she presents her hands. “The pain, yes. But also the joy.”

Tamsin nods. She takes Helie’s hands, and closes her eyes like before.

“Breathe in,” says Helie. “Feel your fear, your sorrow, your anger. Then breathe out, and let it go.”

Tamsin breathes in. It’s like being outside in the dead of winter. Her chest aches, and she is still trembling. Dozens of burnings flash before her eyes, each one the same, each one an injustice. Her cheeks burn with the shame of her namelessness, her ingratitude toward the woman who didn’t have to raise her, even in spite of everything Mrs. Burkow did and said. Whatever Tamsin imagined in the recesses of her mind, she had always expected to lead an unremarkable existence.

But Tamsin is no longer unremarkable. And it no longer matters that she has no family and no name. Tamsin is here because Keeper Althea saw something in her that no one else ever could. Tamsin is here because she has the Gift, because Althea believes she has the Gift, and so she must have the Gift, because, because—

Tamsin gasps, and she almost withdraws her hands, almost opens her eyes. She feels…something, like a tingle beneath her hands, like some sort of invisible energy is radiating from Helie’s palms, real enough to touch. She holds on tighter, as though she could get more of the feeling just by pressing down, but the tingle remains subtle, distant, like the fleeting remnants of a wonderful dream.

“Do you feel it?” Helie whispers, but there is a smile in her voice. She already knows the answer.

“Yes,” Tamsin breathes. Again there are tears in her eyes, but she isn’t embarrassed. These are tears of joy.

#i'm so tired today it was hard for me to type wednesday i kept misspelling it LOL #so happy wip webnesday to you #exciting tag for writing things #personal #i miss my original thing :( i'm ready to return to being insane about it #the part around these two snippets is like especially messy lol bc i was way too excited abt these two moments in particular #it's aaaaaaaallllllllllllllllll coming together!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#okay back into the work cave i go

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mitsundere · 1 year

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concept art / beta design benbaros

#my art #benbaro #tgaa #dgs #albert harebrayne #benjamin dobinbough #this was an excuse to draw that brown haired barok okay #and the glasses up benjamin #their designs tickle my brain in a good way #barok van zieks #going back to my cave and doing stuff for uni ok bye #blue haired barok was a nightmare to draw btw i didn't know what expression to give him

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eddies-house · 9 months

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on another note...cannot figure out if im a monster fucker or not

#like sometimes im like all for it #other times im like eh #idk im just super picky about the scenario i guess #also when fics mention like slobbering all over you #i want to scream because slobber and saliva is like my worst nightmare #get it away from me #thats just me personally #i cant do it #anytime anyone gets it on me or near me i want to die #so when i read about a werewolf slobbering all over reader im like internally screaming and skipping to the next part #UGH IDK #i cant figure it out maybe im like an occasional monster fucker #okay now that im reading all of this back its making me laugh like #talkative today are we?#just shut the fuck up dude go back to your cave #vics thoughts

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hana-the-ghostieee · 9 months

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hey! so um apparently bots keep following me???? assuming it's the same for everyone else

so if you're a person that's following me (why. what prompted you to make a stupid decision) and you have default... everything um maybe try changing your banner, write something in the desc (like pronouns and sexuality and stuff) and reblog a couple of stuff??? unless you'd like to get blocked. which is fine i guess (i question your motives but you do you)

#not art #but like please let me know you are a human #also recently i've seen a couple of stuff #and um siriusxremus now (and forever)* **#actually tho does anyone know that post with the werewolf: *transforming* you have to go now! i don't want you to see me like this #human s/o: I'M NOT AFRAID OF YOUUU #werewolf: no no i'm just really dumb as a wolf and don't want you to see me bark at a mirror for two hours #i freakin saved it to like 3 boards twice on my pinterest cuz i had to it's beautiful #god i haven't read hp in a long time #and probably won't in the next 4 months #like i used the cube shelf thing where i stored the books as a junk drawer (literally. like candy wrappers)#and then like a small space for my phone to do nothing while i charge it #anyways have a nice existence or something i can't tell you what to do #okay hi im back and sometimes i wish tumblr would let you like drag tags to different areas #like can i change the order you read this??? just like i forgot to add something and i have this. literal wall of tags to go through #but you know what?? imma improvise and use stars instead #* unless the walls caved in and ate me... and i died (or you know i pass away for some reason)#** and even then my spirit will haunt this planet. and then one would randomly hear a voice. reading (assumably fluffy) wolfstar fanfics #and if/when i get reincarnated. boyyyyyyy im going to rediscover the fandom and ship them even harder

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tattoobird · 5 months

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@lovablenatsume requested their squid kid. I had a blast working on this one haha

#Art Requests #Art Requests 2023 #Because technically I should have finished these last year but alas #*Insert “bet you thought you'd seen the last of me” meme*#Anyway! I took a few creative liberties #Hope that's okay #I also put two versions #because that background is making me question it #As always please for the love of pie click for quality #Sorry for the delay yada yada yada I'm going back to my cave now #For the last two people still waiting keep on keeping on #I'm working on it but man #The end of the year decided to torment me and this new year hasn't been off to the greatest start #REGARDLESS #I WILL GET TO YOU I PROMISE #Till next time

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strangerhands · 3 months

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ohmygodddddd i am a fucking genius...👁️ the fic idea i just came up with. the Specific Line i thought up. its such a random idea but its so so cute and sweet and ugh its gonna plague me forever. kinda proud of myself to be honest so lets just hope i can Actually write it soon🧎

#mmm brain isnt always bad sometimes i guess.#its some unapologetic jake fluff btw #bc he deserves it #also i forgot i cant really spend time on tumblr today bc ill be busy again lol so tomorrow it is (hopefully)#but its gonna be a good day bc me and my bestie are going to see love lies bleeding And immaculate together😋😋#and probably get some lunch and maybe ice cream too #excited #have been looking forward to today #and then after today im looking forward to finally crawling back into my little tumblr cave #hopefully i can Actually Read.#and yk. writing would be nice too.#also im goin back on sertraline today and apparently it can be used for ocd too so i will try to see if any of That feels different as well #raaaaaa #still havent fully researched ocd tho🧎ive been procrastinating🧎as i do🧎#anyways goodnight its 5am.#shouldnt have had that 8pm iced capp #i downed that shit fr #ok bye bye love yall #talkin shit #FUCK YES THIS POSTED LIKE ON THE VERY SECOND 5:15 WAS ENDING YESSS #sorry i actually like am distressed when the minute(s) of my posts arent posted on a 0 or 5 or like the same as the previous number #and when it is i feel like actual relief and joy #and when it isnt i contemplate deleting and waiting until the desired minute to post again.#anddd sometimes i actually do.#i also will just wait several minutes to post something when its not the exact minute i want yet #or ill queue it for like. literally a couple minutes in the future.#yeah i have many issues #okay gn thank you for reading if you read🧍🫶#i always either suck my own dick or beat my own ass.#rarely ever is there an in between

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linabirb · 3 months

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i've been thinking of using some of my older ocs (and by that i mean ocs back from middle school) for some future projects bc tbh i've been making ocs since like. fifth grade like bro my brain is getting tired of coming up with new character designs shsjsks

(rambling ahead)

however what y'all should know is that when i was like 14-15 y/o i had a whole like. saga?? series?? universe?? LINAVERSE?? of stories that were all connected and all of them had lore that is more complicated than i will ever come up with but it's also. so funny bc like the way all characters were connected and how deep their relationships were? 10/10 current lina could never.

but it also had some gems like the story where the main theme was rivalry between. uhh a random criminal organization?? mafia?? just literally some random gang?? idk younger lina never thought that deep about it and. A CULT?? and they were rivals FOR LITERALLY NO REASON OR AT LEAST I DON'T REMEMBER THE REASON BEING MENTIONED. THEY DIDN'T EVEN HATE EACH OTHER SJSJJSKSMS

just so you understand how the characters were written. one of the characters was a 15 y/o boy whose whole thing was that he was always angry and very violent and he was secretly a cannibal and when he was younger his parents had a habit to lock him up in the basement every time he got angry. this is just a more fucked up asahi

also the leaders of both organizations were siblings. very cool..

and i love how younger lina actually had no idea what to do when it came to writing stuff about the criminal organization bc i remember that every time i had to describe their worst sins i was like ".. idk they shoot people" 😭😭 when it came to the cult it was way more detailed though.. i feel like i know why but.. i'll stay quiet.. it's the religious trauma and proud to say i still have no idea how to write criminal organizations 👍 its just that now i go "they don't just shoot people.. THEY MAKE IT VERY PAINFUL" /hj

also. it was written by a 14 y/o girl so.. i feel like the reason why i never went that deep into their rivalry was bc i was too focused on the yaoi. but it also was written by a 14 y/o lesbian so i was also too focused on making the best female characters ever. yea

#anyway feel free to ask me about it sjsjsksk my memory is very blurry but i do remember some stuff #man i wish we could go back to our old apartment and i could go through my old sketchbooks.. lots of fun stuff there #if you need another example of how. awesome younger lina's writing was #i tried to write a mahou shoujo story where all girls had powers based on their mental disorders #realizing how problematic this sounds out of context BUT IT WAS HEALING TO ME. IT WAS IMPORTANT TO ME OKAY!!#okay i talked about my ocs. going back to my silly cave #[ 💜 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐚'𝐬 𝐨𝐜𝐬 ]#[ 💚 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐬 ]

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