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Just look at him!!!! Too pure and perfect for this world!!!
CHRIST I AM WHEEPING
Ne, Ne, by 追川うそ
I tried again at them and I like these results better
(Mukuro is still the same, she inspired me to re-do the others)
(I am still working on Tenko, Kaede, Shuichi and Kaito)
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no looking back, orpheus. you promised ▋
Okay, hear me out: Kyle Pick-Up Artist Garrick. In the sense that he is an expert at dates. Has the routine down to a T. Could become one of those douchey pick-up artists on TikTok, but he’s really doing this for the ladies, okay? Raising their standards and all.
Offers to pick you up. Shows up with a bouquet of flowers with soft colors and pastels—whites, light pinks, and light yellows. Tulips, baby’s breath, peonies. When you open the door, he’s gonna whistle lowly and exhale a huff of laughter. "Sorry, I just… wow. You look amazing." Picks out one flower from the bouquet and places it behind your ear.
Holds the elevator open, opens the door to the car—because he isn’t an amateur. Hand on your thigh, but nearer to your knee because he’s a gentleman, but he still wants you to know how much he wants you. Practiced, occasional glances at you in the rearview mirror, followed by a bashful-looking away when he sees you notice.
Pulls out the chair for you. Holds your hand the entire dinner. Maybe his ankles are brushing yours. Makes you laugh the whole time. (So what if he uses the same jokes? That’s between him and the staff at his favorite restaurant.) Feeds you his dessert with his spoon, and then licks the spoon clean.
Waits for you to go to the bathroom to pick up the check. If you don’t go to the bathroom, he’s gonna pretend to instead. You ask him about the check, and he refuses to elaborate further. Just has a lopsided grin on that beautiful face. Infuriating, really. Wraps his jacket around you so you don’t get cold. Lifts you up princess-style if you say you’re too tired to walk in your heels.
Pulls you in for a chaste, soft goodnight’s kiss at your door. Hand on the small of your back, arms bringing you closer, almost in a hug. Groaning softly into the kiss. He knows exactly the angle at which he needs to tilt his head, exactly the amount of tongue he needs to be using.
Steps away politely, but his big brown eyes look up at you. Of course, you ask him to come in. How could you not? He’s such a gentleman. And he comes in, and he backs you into a corner softly until you sit. Kneels and takes your heels off, kissing his way up your leg. He can almost smell it on you.
The night goes exactly the way he wants it to, with your clothes on the floor of your bedroom and you in his arms.
What a shame you can’t find him when you wake up in the morning, right?
✨perfection✨
It's not his fault he can't behave, Society's made him go astray
Ringo X Chubby! Reader: Perfect 💗
(thank you to @push-lennon-off-stage for requesting this! they wanted a Ringo X Chubby!Reader where Ringo asks the reader out in front of the other lads, and the reader thinks he's joking/pranking them :P this is my first one shot, so please be kind! hope you enjoy 💕)
Perfect
You and Ringo have been close friends ever since you met at a concert you were both attending. He saw your band t-shirt and heard you singing along to each song, your beautiful voice prompting him to approach you. You recognized him almost instantly as Ringo Starr, drummer of none other than The Beatles- however you didn't treat him as such, but rather just a person like any other. He complimented you and you two hit it off, hanging out often and becoming very close.
He's since introduced you to the other lads, and they love having you around; Ringo often invites you to their rehearsals and even to the studio while they record. You've certainly grown on them- you're always good fun and add to the atmosphere with witty banter, great ideas, and a fresh perspective. They'll even run song or lyric ideas by you and it's clear that they value your opinion. Though each of the Fab Four care for you dearly and think you're precious, it's obvious that you're closest with Ringo. Aside from being the one who introduced you in the first place and who's known you the longest, he's always extra kind and sweet towards you: complimenting you on your outfits, telling you his best jokes, playing songs just for you... You don't think much of it, shrugging it off as just him being him. You've always secretly admired and pined for Ringo- his big, dreamy blue eyes, his lovely accent, his words of praise and his flirty demeanor toward you all make your heart flutter. However, you've also always been insecure about your body (particularly, your size) and would never dream of asking him out- you're sure he'd laugh and reject you, you'd ruin your friendship, and you'd never be able to show your face around the lads again. So you carry on as Ringo's dear friend, concealing your attraction and enduring the bittersweet torture of it all.
Today in session at Abbey Road Studios, Ringo was looking particularly adorable. You stood and admired his form as he sat at his drum set, skin glistening with sweat as he played, shaking his mop top out gleefully. He turned to you and gave you a crooked smile, along with a mischeivous wink. Your stomach did somersalts and your cheeks turned pink. As Ringo stared at you, distracted, his drumming became off-beat: "Focus, Ringo! No wandering eyes," John chided teasingly. You giggled and Ringo blushed, turning his attention back to his drums: "Sorry lads, won't happen again!" he called back and the band continued on. Ringo often got distracted by you and had to be scolded and brought back down to earth by one of the other Beatles, even when you weren't doing anything to warrant his staring. You never gave much thought to it though, telling yourself it was just his short attention span. You'd always secretly hoped it was something more, but wouldn't allow yourself to get swept away in your daydreams. He'd never be into me, you told yourself; He was famous and had plenty of adoring fans... besides, you were just a friend to him- right?
The boys finished rehearsing, (thankfully) without any further mistakes from Ringo. John, George, and Paul all gave their acknowledgements to you- nodding, smiling, waving- before taking off outside for a quick smoke. Ringo lingered behind in the studio this time, making his way over to you for a chat: "Heya, Y/N! How'd you like that last song?" he asked casually. "I thought it was great, actually!" "Ya did? It's just a little something we've been writing for our next album, we've had it in the works for a while now," Ringo said humbly. "I asked the guys to hold off on rehearsing it until you showed up so you could hear it," he said with a grin, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "Oh Ritchie, that's so sweet! I loved it!" you beamed. "I especially liked the part that went-," you proceeded to imitate the instruments, recreating your favorite part of the band's new song. Ringo chuckled, music to your lovestruck ears. "I suggested that part!" he exclaimed with pride. "You really liked it, Y/N?" "Of course I did, it was amazing!" you praised. "Oh, I'm so glad- I could hardly wait to play it for ye!" "I thought it was wonderful," you complimented, looking down at your shoes and shuffling your feet awkwardly. "Uhh..." Ringo began, looking off to the side and brushing his long fringe out of his eyes. "I think you look lovely in that skirt you're wearin' today," he said nervously. You're taken aback momentarily- He does?
You'd been afraid and almost too insecure to leave the house wearing it, lacking the confidence in your looks. That morning you'd changed in front of your mirror just about twenty times and nearly had a breakdown before deciding to wear the skirt anyway, wanting to doll yourself up a bit because you knew you were going to see Ringo. "Y-You do..?" you manage to stutter out, dumbfounded. "Thank you Ritchie, that means a lot" you tell him earnestly, unable to hide the grin making its way onto your lips. "Well of course, I'm just bein' honest with ye!" Ringo smiled back, suddenly regaining his confidence. "I also just wanted to say, I'm so glad I got the chance to see you today! I'm sorry we haven't been able to spend much time together, the lads and I have been hard at work on our new album and all.." he drew in a deep breath and exhaled before continuing; "I really wish I had more time to hang out with ye," he finished. "Oh, it's no big deal! I understand you've got responsibilities, don't worry," you tell him genuinely. "No, really, I want to be with you... like, all the time- I mean..." he fumbles, and you stand there patiently. "You know, I- You- We're really good friends of course and I just feel so close to you, and-"
And with that the other three men saunter back in- laughing, poking fun, being raucous and jovial amongst themselves. And as soon as they spot you two, you nervously shifting your weight from one foot to the other and Ringo red-faced and stammering, they go quiet. They all exchange looks, John waggling his eyebrows up and down and the other two lads holding back laughter. George wolf whistles and they all start to snicker, Paul shushing them after a moment when Ringo turns around and glares harshly. He turns back to face you and proceeds: "What I'm trying to say is... I know we're great friends, I really enjoy hanging out with you and I don't want to ruin that.." You brace for impact, afraid that he'd somehow discovered your crush and no longer felt comfortable around you. "I just wanted to ask you.." the guys stood and stared, trying to make themselves inconspicuous, but failing when John began to giggle and Paul elbowed him harshly in the ribs. Ringo inhaled yet again, holding his breath for a moment before blurting out: "Will you go out with me, Y/N?"
Your heart pounded in your chest, your breath hitched in your throat, and your mind became shrouded in fog. Before you could even think to respond, a chorus of whoops, whistles, and applause erupted from across the room and you were overwhelmed with emotion. Your face turned bright red with anger and your hands instinctively balled up into fists: How could he make a joke of me like this? you thought, I was sure we were friends.. "You don't have to say ye-" Ringo began, but you weren't having it. "Is this why you were acting so strange just a minute ago? It isn't funny Ritchie, not at all!" Tears welled up in your eyes and threatened to spill down your cheeks. "I can't believe you'd humiliate me like this!" you shouted furiously, eyes frantically darting back and forth between each of the guys' stunned faces as they watched your outburst. "And I really thought we were friends.. I'm such an idiot," you choked out as you grabbed your coat and took off out the door, a monsoon of tears cascading down your face and dripping off of your chin onto the hard tile below.
Back in the studio Ringo stood stupefied and crushed, slowly turning around to face the lads, heartbreak clear in his expression. George gave a low whistle to fill the silence and Paul looked awkwardly down at his shoes. After an extended pause, John was the first to speak up: "Well, I guess that's one way to get rejected." Paul gave him a slap on the arm and reprimanded him in hushed whispers, George tuning the both of them out as he tried to think of something to say. "Did I do something wrong..? Was it something I said?" Ringo pondered aloud, voice wavering. "I really can't imagine so, I mean- we saw the whole thing" said Paul, turning to the other two men who shrugged in response. "Yeah, I thought that was a stellar performance," said George with a half-hearted smile, in an attempt to lift his buddy's spirits a tad. "I just don't understand what went wrong.. she thought I was poking fun at her! I've gone and mucked it all up, haven't I?" he wailed, his baby blue eyes shiny with tears. "Ah, don't be so hard on yourself- I think she just misunderstood ye," John told him, finally becoming serious about the situation. "Yeah! Why don't you go find 'er and explain?" Paul suggested. Ringo hesitated for a few seconds, considering the idea before posing the question: "But what if she yells at me and says she never wants to see me again?" "If you just explain everything honestly, Y/N understand," said George confidently. "Besides- as it stands she already thinks you aren't friends anymore, so it's not like you have much to lose." "Was that supposed to make me feel better..?" Ringo asked. George simply shrugged and Ringo shook his head to snap himself out of his moping. "Hell, you guys are right- I think I'll go try and talk to her. Thanks, lads!" he said with newfound zeal, taking off in search of you. "Go get 'er, tiger!" called John after him.
You drove furiously down the street, your heartbreak playlist blasting from your car's speakers at full volume, hot tears stinging your eyes as you gripped the steering wheel with all of your might. "Stupid, stupid, stupid!" you cursed yourself. "I knew I shouldn't have trusted him," you sobbed aloud, turning into your neighborhood and pulling into your driveway. You unbuckled your seatbelt and hopped out of the car, slamming the door and locking it before storming into your house and sprinting to your bedroom. You crawled underneath the covers of your bed and curled up into the fetal position, tears of heartache and humiliation flowing from your eyes and staining the pillow beneath your head. You continued to throw your pity party, and rightfully so in your mind, when suddenly -tap, tap, tap- you heard three gentle knocks on your bedroom door. Who could that be..? And how'd they get past the front door? you wondered, panic sinking in before you realized: There's only one other person with a copy of my housekey..
"Richard?" you called out, too consumed by rage and embarrassment to stomach using your nickname for him. "Yeah Y/N, it's me, I can ex-" "What do you want? Don't you think you've done enough?" you spat. "Can I come in? Please..? I mean you no 'arm!" he shouts. You consider it for a moment before dragging yourself up out of bed and opening the door for him, sitting back down on the mattress and folding your arms. Ringo takes a step forward into your room. "What are you doing here? I thought I'd made it pretty clear that I don't want to see you again." "Y/N, please hear me out, I don't think you quite understood me back there," he pleaded.
"Oh, don't even try it! I understood you, alright- I heard you loud and clear!" you fumed, "I know the only reason you said that is because one of the guys dared you to and they thought it'd be hilarious- well it wasn't, and you really hurt my feeli-" "What??" Ringo interrupted you, incredulous. "No no no no no Y/N, you've got it all wrong!! Where'd ye get that idea? Why would you ever think I'd do that to you..?" he said, sounding slightly wounded. "Well.. I mean I just thought, because I'm sorta chubby and all, and-" "And? So what? You're still a gorgeous bird, that just means there's more of you to love!" said Ringo. "I.. I adore your curves, if I'm bein' honest. All of 'em." he admitted, blushing.
It took a long moment for this new information to sink in: He.. actually meant that? It suddenly all made sense- the way he'd tuck your hair behind your ears, the words of praise he showered you with every time he saw you, how often he'd get distracted when you were around.. But you still couldn't believe your ears, having convinced yourself for so long that he'd never return your feelings. "You- I- What..? So that wasn't a prank?" "No of course not, I'd never joke about that!" Ringo sat down slowly beside you on the bed, placing a gentle hand on your thigh and caressing your soft skin. "Y/N, you are so beautiful and I think you're perfect. I've had feelings for you pretty much since the day we met! I thought I'd made it obvious.." he confessed, averting his gaze to the floor of your bedroom. "Oh Ritchie, I'm so sorry I overreacted earlier.. I've had the biggest crush on you forever, I just never even dreamt you'd like me back." You placed your hand on top of his and squeezed. He turned and looked into your eyes: "Don't be sorry Y/N, I understand. But what's not to like?" he grinned at you. "And honestly, I thought you rejected me and ran off because you like Paul instead.." "Paul??" you giggled at his words and his obliviousness. "Eww, no, he's like my brother! Why would you assume that?" "Well I dunno, he's pretty and he's everyone's favorite!" exclaimed Ringo. "Not mine," you said, smiling. He grinned back and began to lean his face closer to yours; you mirrored his movements, both of you inching closer and closer until your lips finally met for the first time. The kiss was slow and gentle yet passionate, carrying with it the weight of the admiration you'd both hidden from one another for so long. When the two of you parted after many long seconds, you gazed breathlessly into each other's eyes before Ringo spoke up: "Should I take that as a yes..?" "Yes Ritchie, yes!" you chuckled, and he captured your lips in yet another kiss. You then invited him to stay the night: he of course accepted and it was spent snogging, cuddling, and adoring one another- and there would be plenty more kisses to come ♡
THIS IS SO SO BEAUTIFUL AND PERFECT! I absolutely love these silhouettes, the style and atmosphere of the fairy tale! It gives me the vibe of the illustrations from The Little Prince!!! Thank you so much for your work!🫶🏻🥹♥️♥️♥️♥️
Hi, I wanted to wait a bit but I really like what I did so here are beautiful dtiys by @sali0512 with Nutcracker Zane and Pixal!
I tried to keep the atmosphere and feeling of a book illustration, Idk if I succeeded
I hope all the changes I made are not critical. Sorry if there are too many of them
Other lightning
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I feel like, we as a society, don't talk enough about people messing up needle felting.
What a handsome old man 😔👌💕💕💕
okay but what if Schlatt played Faith the Unholy Trinity 😔
I really enjoy looking at Donatello's characterisation - especially the 2012 version of Donnie.
I don't know why, but something specifically about the 2012 iteration of our favourite brothers draws me to them. Maybe it's because I think they have the most interesting and unhealthy brother dynamic to explore out of any version of the Turtles. But just to say right off the bat, I don't agree with the statement that Raphael is abusive toward Mikey in this version. I don't think this to be true at all.
But in the 2012 version of Donnie, I think it's the obsessional aspect of his character that I find interesting. People flame him hard for it - which is very valid - the way he treated April was very creepy, and some of the things he did April had no knowledge of, (Like Donnie taking a photo of her and having it as his laptop wallpaper). But I like doing a little more when it comes to characters' less-than-ideal traits. Yeah, what they're doing is bad, creepy, etc. But why exactly might they be acting that way?
For Donnie, I think his problem is how he looks.
In the 2012 iteration, we never really see the turtles have a strong desire to be human. Mikey sometimes doesn't understand that humans will be scared of him, but he never lashes out and has a big moment like, 'I want to be a human so I can make more friends!' We see Mikey wonder what he'd look like as a human in an episode after Donnie creates retromutagen - with Mikey assuming if he used retromutagen on himself he'd turn human and not back into a regular turtle.
It is played as a joke, though, and he doesn't seem genuinely upset by the fact he's stuck as a turtle, as he is seen smiling after saying he wondered what he'd look like.
Interestingly enough, Donnie is the one to be portrayed as having a negative view attached to being a mutant more than any of his brothers.
Outside of being a mutant, it is implied that Donnie already has a fragile self-image anyway.
Remember the episode Turtle Temper? I think it's the third episode of the first season. But at one point, the other turtles are instructed to shoot arrows at Raph, while Raph has to try and avoid the arrows. Splinter makes it clear, however, that Mikey, Leo, and Donnie are allowed to insult Raphael during the exercise.
I've seen another content creator say that the insults they throw at Raphael could be more them self-projecting views they have on themselves rather than them actually thinking these things about their brother. Leo says, 'And you're always whining, poor me, nobody understands me.'
While this is easily applicable to Raph as an insult from Leo - Leo does have his own fair share of moments where he has gone to Splinter complaining that the others aren't listenting to him or respecting him, that they don't understand the burden he has to hold as leader.
Mikey tells Raph he moves like a bloated buffalo - which, although never hinted at in the show, could imply that maybe Mikey is insecure about how much he eats. Maybe his brothers have made comments about his greediness.
Donnie says, 'Oh! You can't keep your back straight during Omote kote Gyaku! And you're ugly!'
I think the first part is interesting as Donnie is the tallest out of his brothers - gangly limbs could mean Donnie has more difficulty knowing how to stand, where to place his limbs, etc. Donnie most likely is sat over a desk all day, and again, being tall, Donnie has more of a slouched posture out of his brothers. I think it was Karai that also insults Donnie in an episode by calling him scrawny, in which he responds, 'And I'm not scrawny! I'm svelte!' Svelte meaning slender and elegant.
Raph has also insulted Donnie's looks before in an episode, and again, it is unclear if this is a common occurrence, but knowing 2012 Raph's character, it's probably happened on more than one occasion.
Donnie : And why do you keep grabbing me by the face? What is wrong with my face?!
Raph: Do you want me to list the reasons alphabetically or in descending order of grossness?
So regardless of being mutated or not, it seems Donnie just has a generalised lack of confidence and some issues surrounding how tall he is.
But to his issues regarding being mutated.
Donnie might've previously not had any issues with being a mutant. Before, it might've been just a general lack of confidence, as I have already said. But in society, looks are always seen as a good trait to possess if you want to have any shot at a love life. You need to fit into the beauty standards and be attractive if you want a partner.
Before April, his brothers would've been the only thing to compare himself to. He lived in a home with only mutants for fifteen years of his life - so had normal teenager issues of going through puberty and insecurities. A lot of people can feel odd/uncomfortable and dislike their growth spurts, which is why Donnie's issues at first might seem like normal things for a teenager to worry about. Donnie's biggest issue would've been how scrawny and lanky he saw himself.
But when they meet April, there is a glaring difference.
Suddenly, there is somebody in his life who isn't a mutant like him. It becomes abundantly clear to Donnie that from somebody else's standpoint, their biggest issue with him wouldn't be his tooth gap or his height, but just the plain fact that he's so different. Inhuman. Out of the ordinary. A mutant.
When he's rambling to Timothy (Mutagen Man at this point) about why April might be on a date with some punk kid (Casey) the conclusion he resorts to is, 'Because he's human, that's why.'
At the end of the episode A Foot Too Big, when Donnie apologises to April, he says, 'I'm just... a mutant.' Again, this shows Donnie jumps to the conclusion that this is why April doesn't want to be with him, not his overbearing nature or the fact that she just genuinely might not be interested. The problem in Donnie's mind is that he's mutated.
The fact that Donnie used the word 'just' implies that being a mutant is all that Donnie has boiled himself down to. He thinks that his other traits aren't worthwhile or good - like him being funny, smart, inventive - because he thinks that nobody would pay attention to him. At the end of the day, he thinks nobody will be able to see him outside of being a monster.
In Fungus Humungous, the hallucination of April that Donnie experiences calls him an 'ugly mutant freak'. It is unlikely April actually thinks this of Donnie, but it's what Donnie thinks she does because it's his biggest fear. I'd like to split Donnie's hallucination into two parts. April insulting Donnie about being a mutant, and Donnie's hallucination of April kissing Casey.
We see April kissing Casey. I think the fact that this part of the hallucination comes second is meant to represent that this fear of rejection and not being able to find love is two sides of the same coin. His fear of April choosing Casey is a by-product of his main insecurity. We are shown April calling Donnie an 'ugly mutant freak' first. Donnie isn't afraid of rejection in itself.
In the first half of the hallucination, it shows that April uses a sharp tongue like a whip.
This tongue is shown to go through Donnie's heart and subsequently breaks it.
"To have a sharp tongue" means to be quick to criticize, speak harshly, or make cutting remarks; essentially, someone who is often unkind or sarcastic with their words.
I think this represents that, over anything, it is April's words that break his heart more than her actions. It is her disgust at him being a mutant that shatters him. It's what makes him crack in the episode. He starts screaming, runs away, and shouts that he, 'doesn't want to hear anymore.' This is Donnie's breaking point. Her sharp tongue and words, over her actions like kissing Casey, that is Donnie's true biggest fear.
Donnie doesn't want to be with April purely because he loves her. To Donnie, it would be more than April simply making a choice on who to partner up with. It would be confirmation for Donnie that the issue all along was because he's a mutant.
The point I'm trying to make is that Donnie is obsessed with trying to improve his own self-image than actually liking April.
He wants to use April as a means to prove someone could love him despite appearances because, as I said earlier, looks are important to a lot of people. Gaining a romantic partner would most likely grant Donnie the confidence, the consolidation that he 'isn't ugly after all' because he managed to gain a partner. That is why he so desperately chases after April.
He chases after the feeling of confidence.
His character kills me.
