The Reze Movie Will Be Sticking To Fujimoto’s Art Style, Who Else Cheered. I’m Over The Moon.

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i've seen quite a bit of confusion about this, so let me attempt to clear things up :

empathy is the ability to feel somebody's emotions as though they are affecting you personally. for example, somebody tells you "my dog died last night!" -> you now feel as though you've lost a pet personally -> you feel grief and sadness just like the other person. not everyone has empathy. it's a trait some people develop and others don't. some have high empathy, some have low empathy, some (like me) have none.

sympathy is the ability to understand and care about somebody else's struggles, even if you don't feel them yourself. so, somebody tells you their dog died -> you realize how this affects them emotionally -> you care about this person, and are upset that they are suffering. not everyone has sympathy either! it's a scale, just like empathy.

compassion is doing something to relieve another person's suffering or make them feel better. somebody tells you their dog died -> you don't want them to remain upset -> you come up with ways to help them feel better, like offering comfort and distractions, or other forms of support. compassion is a learned trait, not something you can be born with like empathy or sympathy. anyone can learn to be compassionate, although some may struggle more with it than others; it's a skill, just like anything else.

however, none of these are required to be a good person. that's a choice you make on your own accord. i hope this clears things up!

The Coldest Heart(Yandere Future Rise Donatello x Reader)

A/N, not important: Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

-Ollie

CW: Apocalypse, kidnapping, freezing, dark themes, yandere themes.

Words: 1291

Summary: Donnie cuts off the heat

Winters were always frigid in the apocalypse, the broken terrain and weather making the places that have never seen a snowflake now completely frozen over. The “snow” that covered the barren wasteland outside the base’s doors was a poisonous brown, bubbling when it touched the ground instead of sticking. It may be frozen, but it was nothing like the fluffy white snow you held dear in your memories. You shiver under the blankets you were given, your body curled up in a weak attempt to preserve the heat trapped under the blankets with you. You were exhausted, sleep pulling at your eyes and trying to coax you under, but the cold biting at your fingers and toes was unrelenting. Your ears and nose burned, keeping you alert as you try to keep out the frigid air. The small amount of heat Donnie allowed in his lab was gone, the furnace broken and vents turned off. Cold had seeped into every crack and was now trying its best to choke you out as well.

You turn your head towards Donnie as he types onto a monitor projected by his ninpo, sticking your face into the bitter cold. His outfit amazed you, the mutant only being dressed in a thin sweater made to stretch over his battle shell and sweats that were a size too small. You look at him in envy, not understanding how he could withstand the freezing temperature in the thin clothing he had. Donnie turns his head at the feeling of your boring gaze, his eyes meeting yours and his tridactyl hands leaving his keyboard which causes it to falter, then disappear. For the first time in the months since he had stuck you in his lab in claims of protecting you, you don’t break your gaze. Whether it was from exhaustion or the cold, you no longer cared about such a simple thing as keeping your eyes off the man you hated most. If he was truly upset with your staring, he could come and close your eyes himself.

“You’re shivering.” Donnie muses, his voice teasing and airy as if the frostbite creeping over your nose was a mere tasteless joke. You scowl, burying yourself back into the plethora of blankets that covered the cot Donnie had you share with him. You hear him chuckle at your childish display, driving in the belittled feeling he had sunk into your heart.

“Fix the heat then.” You grumble at your captor, not caring for niceties. You can hear his chair shift and you look back at him through a crack in the blankets, seeing his eyes averted downwards as he chews on his cheek. His knuckles are now digging into his teeth, his eyes looking everywhere but you as he seems to be debating himself over something. His shoulders are more hunched, like he was a little kid who got caught stealing cookies late at night.

“You know I can’t.” Donnie says, like he was trying to be firm but his voice falters. He still refuses to meet your eyes, only staring at the floor as he chews on his knuckles. Your eyes narrow, your knees pulled closer to your chest as another cold burst breaks through the blanket barrier.

“You’ve already fixed it.” You accuse, the chattering of your teeth breaking up the sentence and making it sound more pathetic than you hoped. Donnie finally pulls his fist away from his mouth as he stares back at you, crossing his arms and protesting with a loud, “indignant scoff.” If you could feel your feet, you would run over there and strangle him.

“If you’re cold,” Donnie starts, his voice tight as he dodges your accusation to try and quell your thoughts, but ends up confirming it instead. “You can grab a blanket and come sit with me. I’ll keep you warm.”

You sneer, diving back under the blanket den you had created around yourself. Even if you wanted to cuddle up to the person who was holding you hostage in the name of ‘safety’, you couldn’t. Your feet were so frozen you couldn’t feel them more than a dull pain, and your fingers couldn’t close around the thin material of the blankets anymore. Silence stretches through the lab, and you’re sure Donnie had given up and turned back around.

A quick padding of socked feet breaks the silence and two arms wrap around your covered self, lifting you from the cot and into Donnie’s arms. He mumbles a swift apology as you flail and curse, quickly moving back to his chair and depositing you in his lap. He shifts the blankets around, helping you pop your head out so you could see. Donnie cups your cheek with one hand, the other still firm around your lower back so you couldn’t squirm away from him and escape. The feeling of his hand on your face is one you always hated, but the burning head of his warmth makes you hiss in pain rather than disgust. He was an oven, his hand slowly heating your cheeks and bringing color back to your face. You melt into him after a minute, nearly crying when his warm hand leaves your cheek to cup your ears.

“You are cold.” He mutters, mostly to himself. He continues to try and warm you himself for a small while, attempting to bring your body temperature up from the dangerous levels it had fallen to. He eventually signs and gives up, summoning a projected screen with numerous switches and buttons. He clicks a few things before closing the screen and pulling you closer, easing open the blankets you clung to so he could pull your whole body against him and try to warm you up.

You hear the vents above slowly whirr to life, the room slowly being filled with a strong heat that makes your head spin. You blink at Donnie, your limbs unstiffening as you try not to cry.

“You fixed it…” You mumble, letting your head hit the dull point of his plastron. Donnie nods, rubbing your back beneath the blankets. Anger pools in your chest for only a moment, the relief of the heat taking over and the exhaustion pushing through once more.

“I fixed it within minutes of its breaking. I wasn’t going to let the base freeze.” Donnie pulls you closer, kissing your temple with a smug smile. “You, however, weren’t letting me touch you, so I turned off the heat to try and convince you to let me touch you more, but that seems to have backfired.”

You scowl, hitting his shoulder with your forehead. You wanted to scream, to bite him, to do anything to make him suffer like he had you for the past few days, but you don’t. You were terrified he would turn the heat back off. His lab was obviously able to be isolated from the other parts of the base, which horrified you. For all you knew, he could leave and seal the doors before shutting the oxygen off for a couple minutes, just to let you suffer.

Donnie continues to rub your back, his quiet humming not showing any bit of remorse for the torment he had put you through. He seemed happy with the outcome, and you figured he was. Here you were in his arms, just as he wanted. Maybe once you could feel your fingers again, you’d try and fight him, but for now, you had given up. The heat was too much of a reward for you to risk losing it now. Even Donnie’s arms were a price you were willing to pay to not freeze. His plan had worked, and now nothing would stop him from doing it again.

Feelings tonight

my thing with calling strangers eggs is like. if it's a dude saying "of course i'd rather be a girl, everyone wants to be a girl" okay yeah that's an egg. but if it's a dude wearing skirts and mascara and having hobbies like cross stitching and you're calling him an egg? you've wrapped back around to sexism. you've done a full pivot into "pink is for girls and blue is for boys" and you're actually the problem. cut it out. stop telling (gnc) people they're secretly trans because "a real woman would never like football!" come on.

chainsaw miku

PEEPAW WEEK

Day 1 - Peepaw

Draw a classic peepaw!! in your own style. i liked this one. sorry i forgot his little cape. but why does he have a cape??? what is the purpose? this is the apocalypse why do you have a cape.?

anyway i hope you enjoy it. i know that the lighting doesn't make a lot of sense sorry about that. but hope you enjoy.

Don't worry at all! It's alright and I wish you are having an amazing day! For this one I must admit that I had to scratch my head a lot and I didn't like so much what I did and it's really short, but I hope that you enjoy it!

Yandere!Senpai and yandere!Pico headcanons with a plushie-obsessed darling.

□ Senpai:

Tw: yandere, obsession, metions of bullying and blackmail.

■ He absolutely loves your little obsession, always leaves a plushie with a poem or chocolate in your locker before it's time to go home. He delights from the look in your eyes of adoration for the gift he gave, wishing you could look at him the same way.

■ On the day he got confident enough to ask you out, he confessed his love and gifted you a big teddy bear, and for the date, he took you to an arcade and tried to get all the prizes for you.

■ If anyone would make fun of you for liking plushies, they'd have the hell to pay. Under no circumstances, he would let that pass, he would use the advantage of being popular to bully, and even blackmail the person who did anything bad to you, without you knowing, of course.

□ Pico:

Tw: yandere, delusional and brief mention of "snapping".

■ Being honest, he wouldn't care a lot, if anything, he's relieved that you like something inoffensive. But if somehow your plushie obsession prejudices you in any form or shape, you can say bye-bye to all of them. You must be totally safe under his care.

■ Your obsession makes his mentality that you need his protection even stronger, that you're too innocent to this world, even if in reality you're not.

■ Sometimes after he comes home, he's also bring you a new plushie, especially if you have been behaving well or if he accidentally "snapped" at you. He always tries to recompense in some way, but doesn't know how, either way, Pico loves to see your smile.

Hi read your rise Donnie x reader who has their own ‘clothes don’t make the turtle’ montage 

And I was wondering can I request a rise Leo x reader version(possible female reader if not I’m fine with g/n ) who has their own clothing montage please 💗

rise leo x female reader

You’re pretty sure that he’s finally gone insane.

He’s finally snapped and lost it.

You stand silently and watch as Leo runs around, tossing random pieces of clothing into an empty dressing room. He even trips over a longer dress he had been hauling, before worming his way across the floor to reach the dressing room.

He tosses the dress in and stands up, wobbling slightly and panting with exertion.

“Are you done?” you ask judgementally, crossing your arms to show him how done you are with whatever he’s attempting to do.

“Yes.” He straightens himself up, brushing the dust he collected on his plastron off of him. “Go ahead, hermosa.”

You walk inside and balk at the piles and piles of clothes he has for you. “Leo.”

“Yes?” he asks sweetly. You can already imagine him batting his eyelashes at you.

“Nothing,” you grumble and put on the first outfit.

Emo cat outfit (a meme he had sent you five times in the past two days.) A pastel outfit. Cowgirl outfit (that one he immediately runs off to buy, but still urges you to keep going.) A sundress. High heels. Super high heels. A swim suit. And finally…

Some white dress that ended above the knee. It had thin straps and a hole in the middle, exactly below your sternum. It was cute. You could tell Leo agreed by how he had you cornered against the mirror.

“This one for sure.” He gripped your hips, his eyes not once leaving your form in the reflection. “You’re never taking this off. How many do you think they have in stock? I’m buying all of them.”

Prompt: Calling the turtles by their government name!

A/N: Goofy little thing I found in the drafts! have some scraps kids

Includes: Raphael, Leonardo, Donatello, Michelangelo

Raphael:

Furrows his brows and sighs. As the eldest, he knows what’s coming. He puts on a brave face, but he’s shaking in his turtle boots. Be gentle with him. 

Leonardo: 

Oh no, he knows that tone anywhere. He panics for about half a second, and if you’re next to him when you do it, you can see his eyes widen violently. It doesn’t take long for him to bounce back though. It was Michelangelo’s fault, he swears. 

Donatello:

Pavlovian response of apology and denial. It simply wasn't him. Okay, fine, listen, every scientist knows that experiments never work the first time. You can’t even see the hole anymore! Wait, that wasn’t what you were referring to? Ah, I see. I mean, the food wasn’t labeled, he didn’t know it was yours. That wasn’t what you were talking about either? You’ll find out about so much little, inconsequential shit this way, but if you do this even once to him, he’ll be convinced that you’re fucking with him every single time from here on out. Use it wisely. (This is a lie, he will always cave.)

Michelangelo:

Panics, and doesn’t recover. It was Leo, he says, with red paint caked on his hands and a small fire in the corner. It wasn’t his fault, you simply have to believe him.