I Love How Despite Not Being A Bender, Sokka Is The Biggest Embodiment Of Everything The Water Tribe

Inge: *kisses Hearthstone*

Blitzen: 

Magnus: 

The Entire Magnus Chase Fandom;

STOP HE’S SO CUTE

Quick doodle of Spiderboy! If you’d like to repost/reblog, please give me credit!

:)

watching Les Mis in my history class and I’m liking it so far so I doodled Valjean

Aizawa update I did most of the line art so i’m probably gonna do some finishing touches and try coloring ^^

this was supposed to be a doodle... I had worked on this for over 3 hours. There are some mistakes but I’m otherwise proud

if you want to reblog/repost, please give me credit :)

Percy Jackson / Heroes of Olympus characters based on things my friends have said

Annabeth: Stop breathing all over my homework!!

Frank: If I was a bird then I wouldn’t have to worry about politics...

Leo: When I saw you, my first reflex was to say “Yo, my diggity dog”

Nico: GET THESE HETEROSEXUALS OUT OF HERE

Percy: I had 2 inches of sleep

Hazel: Can we get through the night without a meme?!

H I M

“Donnie!” Someone shouted, and there was a sudden flash of blue light. Donatello found himself halfway across the store, and someone was tightly gripping his shoulders. Shaking him. Donnie raised his head achingly slow, and found he was looking directly into the eyes of his blue-clad leader. His twin, as Leo often called them. Leonardo doesn’t make as many jokes as he used to, the purple-clad turtle thought distantly. Leo shook him again.

“Donnie, dude, you’ve gotta snap out of it. Donnie!” The look of deep, unfiltered concern on his brother’s face was something Donatello was still getting used to. Why was Leo so worried again? Why did Donatello’s head hurt so bad? Why did his body feel so… heavy?

“Urgh,” Was all Donnie managed to force out before he tried again, ears ringing. He rubbed profusely at his forehead as the continued sound of clashing, shouting and the occasional ‘Hot Soup!’ Rang out nearby. “What th’hell wuzzat?” He slurred. 

Leo huffed, looking over his shoulder, checking on Mikey and Raph. Itching to get back into the fight. “Seems the Big Bad Pig can sap mystic energy,” Leo said, eyes finding Donnie’s again. “Don, your shell…” 

That snapped him out of it. Leo’s hesitant words pierced through the fog in his mind and shot ice through his limbs as Donnie’s eyes widened. His battle shell was gone. He hadn’t grabbed a physical one, they had all been in too much of a hurry and Leo had rushed him and his brothers through a portal, so the soft-shell had simply summoned one using his mystic energy. When Meat Sweats had grabbed him, the protective shield had fizzled out… 

Donnie quickly tried to get back on his feet, squeezing his eyes shut in concentration in an attempt to materialize a new shell. Purple energy crackled weakly around Donnie’s body until he was swaying from the exertion, black spots dancing across his vision. Damn, he hated that pig. Leo gripped Donnie’s shoulders even tighter.

“Whoa, hey, dude, not cool! Take it easy-”

“Leo! Don! We need y’all up here!” Shouted Raphael from the front of the store, dodging a swipe from Meat Sweats’ tenderizer while Mikey wrapped his chains around the mutant pig’s waist, yanking him back with a force that left the ex-chef flat on his face. Leo forced Donnie to sit back down. 

“Don, sit tight until you’re feeling better, okay?” Leo was gone in a flash of blue before the soft-shell could protest. 

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Check out my new ROTMNT fic! Takes place post-movie, and explores Donnie and Mikey’s new insecurities within the new team dynamic. Leo and Raph had been through so much, and the bond between the two had grown that much stronger. Donnie and Mikey feel like they have something to prove; not to their older brothers, but to themselves.