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ABOUT: This is my first theme that I have made available for public use. This is also my first theme using no.css photosets. Its a simple and easy to use theme. Also very color customizable.
FEATURES:
Post widths of 400px
No.css photosets
Unnested captions.
Sidebar image is 300px by autoed height
Ask redirect if you not use /ask
Three extra links
Color photo lightboxs
Minamal soundcloud and spotify players
Post type icons
Custom tooltips
Scrollbar changes color on hover
Back to Top button
Custom tumblr controls (via cyantists)
NOTES: For the custom color on the photoset/photo lightbox. The text reads Lightbox RGBO. It stands for Red, Green, Blue, Opacity. To change it just fill in the color’s numbers and opacity level. (Example 150, 137, 136, 0.8)
In this theme I have a toggle that lets you redirect people to your custom ask page. All you have to do is switch it to on and then write what you named your custom ask page to in the spot that says Custom Ask Page. If you don't have this feature just leave it off. This just automatically redirects people who type in your url.com/ask to your custom page.
Please Like or Reblog if you are using/going to use my themes. If you find any bugs please let me know so I can fixed them right away. Please leave my credit link in tacked so others can find me, please + thank you!
this is a rework of a theme i previously used on one of my old indie blogs. it's probably best suited for a personal, indie or character blog, but can be reworked to fit to any blog.
This is for @tmntflashfic‘s challenge. This month’s theme is “Beginnings”. The story takes place right after “The Wrath of Tiger Claw”. :)
Part One - Part Two
After tending to Michelangelo’s wounds and making sure he is fast asleep, Splinter takes a deep breath.
He closes his eyes, furrowing his brow, and for a moment, he allows himself to feel the pain.
It sits there in his chest, a cold iron fist around his heart, clenching, trying to squeeze out the last of his hope.
And for a heartbeat Splinter even thinks this fist has succeeded.
He has lost his daughter again, he almost lost his son.
But there it is, this tiny word.
Almost.
He almost lost Michelangelo.
This is almost the end, but it isn’t entirely.
Karai knows the truth now. She can decide what she is going to do with this information.
It is dangerous. No one knows that better than him.
Shredder has always been dangerous when his perfect little lies broke and showed their ugly faces.
But Karai is safe. Or as safe as someone can be who has betrayed Shredder.
He isn’t going to kill her, no, he can’t.
Yes, Karai has his, Hamato Yoshi’s blood, and he is sure, if Shredder could, he’d wash out every drop of it out of her body.
But she’s Tang Shen’s blood as well, and to take anything away that reminds him or could remind him of Tang Shen one day, that’s something Shredder would never risk.
Michelangelo stirs in his sleep, a little moan escaping his mouth, and Splinter quickly puts his hand on his son’s cheek, stroking it gently.
Michelangelo sighs, and it appears to Splinter it’s a relieved sigh, and the young turtle calms down again, his face relaxing.
Splinter keeps his hand on his son’s cheek.
It is going to take some time, but Michelangelo is going to fully recover.
Splinter hasn’t been so sure about that when they brought him here, with all his wounds and his shell knocked loose. It had looked so bad, so really, really bad.
He hadn’t even been sure if his son was going to make it.
But then again, it’s this little word that makes this big difference.
Michelangelo has almost died.
But he lives now and hopefully for many, many years to come.
This little magic word can’t help him with Karai, though, he remembers. It doesn’t belong there.
He has really lost here. Again.
But not forever, he realizes.
Karai lives, thanks to her mother, and Tang Shen’s blood inside her is going to protect her from Shredder.
And then his eyes widen.
He could have lost her completely like he had lost his beloved Tang Shen all these years ago, but he didn’t.
He almost lost her completely, but Shredder is going to let her live.
The magic word again.
Yes, this has looked like the end, it almost has been the end, but it isn’t.
Because as long as there’s an almost, there’s hope.
And as long as there’s hope, this is just the beginning.
Here's a fanfic I wrote for @tmntflashfic for the theme "Beginnings". Takes place in the 2012 verse. Enjoy! Paying close attention to rhythm of splashing feet against the damp sewer floor, I continue our trek toward the closest sewer drain. Algae is plentiful there and with four young mouths to feed I am having to take this trip more often as the boys grow. A falter in the footsteps behind me, pulls my attention over my shoulder to see Donatello stumble slightly as the grates above him make him less observant of the jagged floor before him. "Donatello, watch your steps." Fingers tucked into his mouth, he acknowledges my words with thoughtful stare before watching his feet more carefully. It has been three years since I saved the four turtles from abandonment in the green ooze, since I have grown to call them my sons. I can no longer leave them in cardboard boxes as I scavenge for food. They have grown too big, too curious for such containments and cannot be left alone. They are old enough to obey me in my presence, but not when they are alone, so they travel with me. "We there, papa?" an energetic squeak bounces beside me. "Not yet, Michelangelo. Do you remember what I said about holding your brother's hand?" I remind him with an expectant look. His eyes widen with exaggerated remembrance as he gasps and falls in line between Leonardo and Donatello. Raphael takes the rear as my special protector. I had to tell him Leo and he were the protectors of their younger brothers between them for Raphael to stop pouting about being last. When we reach the sewer drain, I turn to the boys and their childish gibberish immediately stops. The look I give them holds no nonsense. "I am going to get food," I speak sternly as I point to the drainage behind me. "You must stay here. Do not move from this place. Do you understand?" "Hai, papa," they answer in unison, all except Donatello who nods repetitively to show his comprehension. The young turtle has yet to speak; I fear he may be mute. With a final meaningful stare, I scale down the lower ladder, scraping the algae from the walls, placing each handful into a large jar I carried with me in a sling sack. The boys will need protein to grow healthy and strong. Extra worms will help. The near full jar nearly slips from my grasp as cries and screams echo through the tunnels. My heart drums against my chest as I drop the jar into my sack and leap over several steps until I am on the upper level once again. "Boys!" My voice deepens with fear. They are not where I told them to stay. My ears perk at pitiful whimpers in the shadows. "My sons, are you hurt? I am right here. Come out." Their whimpering and whines of fear only increase as I try to coax them from their hiding. "Papa, there!" A small green finger emerges from the shadows, pointing to the grate above us. Daylight shines down on us as well as the sounds of the city as traffic and human sounds penetrate the small world of my frightened sons. "Monsters, papa!" Their little voices chirp with fear of the unknown. This is their first time coming with me into the tunnels and being old enough to understand their surroundings. The sewers, these tunnels, this is their home. They know not of the human world above us. I am tempted to keep them in fear and ignorance, let them believe there are monsters in the sky; it will keep their curiosity at bay, it will keep them safe... but for how long? No, wisdom and understanding will be best suited here. "Come here, little ones. You are safe, come to me." Kneeling, I beckon them with open arms and am instantly bombarded with little turtle shells. "Hush now, there are no monsters." "Up there, monsters." Raphael is unconvinced of my declaration as he shakes his head against my chest. They quiver against me as shadows of moving vehicles glide over our bodies like the claws of a evil creature and horns blast like the hungry roar of a beast. "Listen to me, not the sounds you hear; look at me, not the things you think you see." Holding them close, I give them a small bounce to gain their attention. As tear-stained eyes finally look at me, I smile warmly. "The moving shadows above us are not monsters, they are cars, and the sounds you hear are from the city. Above us is the world of humans." "Like bedtime stories?" Leonardo asks, trying to make sense of this new information. "Three piggies!" Michelangelo's fear is quickly forgotten at the mention of stories as he blurts out his favorite fairy tale. "Not quite like the three little pigs, Michelangelo. Those are pretend stories. The human world above is very real." "Like Jack and Jill?" Leonardo tries again. "Close, my son. Jack and Jill are also pretend, but real humans look very much like Jack and Jill. Humans come in many sizes and different colors. Some are small like you and others are big like me. They make a lot of noises, especially in their cars." "Too noisy." Raphael covers his ear slits as a large truck honks its horn. As it passes by, it vibrates the floor of the tunnel. "Can we see humans, Papa?" "No, Michelangelo. The world of humans is dangerous. You must never be seen by humans." "Why?" It is Leonardo who chimes in next, his serious eyes seeking mine for guidance. "Because humans will hurt you and take you away from me." "No! Never take from you, Papa." An emerald flame burns brightly in Raphael's defiant eyes. Eyes I would no doubt believe were they not attached to such an infantile face. Donatello seems uninterested in our discussion, his eyes trained on the movement from the grate above us. I gently pull his fingers from him mouth. "Humans bad?" The disappointment in Michelangelo's voice is heartbreaking. "No. All humans are not bad, but they do not understand us." "Like Don-Don?" Raphael asks bluntly poking Donatello for emphasis. Donatello shrinks away from his brother's touch as he sucks fervently on his fingers again. Stroking his olive green scalp, I tug his fingers from his mouth again. He smiles at me and points at the grate, brown eyes twinkling with a form of comprehension only know in his own mind. "Raphael, we have talked about this. Donatello understands; it is just in a different way than you and I. It is why he does not speak." He eyes his younger brother questioningly as he often does, but says nothing more. "Humans understand dif'rent?" Michelangelo is my friendliest child. He befriends every small rodent and insect that scurries into our home. He is hopeful of meeting humans, befriending them as well. If only it were that simple. "Yes, they understand differently. Sometimes humans hurt others because they understand differently." "Humans hurt us 'cause they different?" Leonardo's young mind is fast at work, trying to piece together the truth I am not ready for them know. "Humans will hurt us because we are different," I correct him as I pull Donatello away from a ladder that leads up to a manhole. I settle him beside Michelangelo and pull his fingers from his mouth. "We do not look like the humans in the storybooks. This makes them afraid and want to hurt us. They do not understand us." I watch the various expressions play across the faces of my young sons. There is a sudden seriousness that paints Leonardo's brow as he huddles closer to his brothers. Raphael looks up at the noisy sounds and shifting shadows above with a scowl so fierce, I fear I have unintentionally ingrained a seed of abhorrence toward humans within his young mind. Donatello sucks happily on his fingers and I am unsure how much he truly understands as he stares curiously at the grate and the ladder leading to the city streets. Michelangelo is the hardest to look at. I watch as his wishful blue eyes war between my words and his desire to love the world around him. They are young boys that should be growing, playing, learning about the beauties of this world, yet they stand here before me confused by the fear and prejudices of the humans above. I fear this is the beginning of many hard realizations my children must face. "Come. It is time to go home." It tugs my heart to see Donatello point to the manhole. I do not know if his gesture is out of curiosity or true understanding that we do not belong down here. As they line up holding one another's hands, I know more questions will undoubtedly come and I must be prepared for them. I blink away the moisture gathering at the corners of my eyes as I see a sliver of innocence slip from my children today.
This is for @tmntflashfic‘s challenge. This month’s theme is “Beginnings”. The story takes place at the end of “The Wrath of Tiger Claw”. :)
Part One - Part Two
This is it. Karai knows it when the door of her cell is slammed closed.
She protests, cries out, reaches out, but it’s useless. She knows that, and her father, no, Shredder knows it too.
But she has to do something. She needs to do something to forget that this is the end.
She betrayed Shredder and she knows what this means.
She had good reasons, yes, but no one cares, least of all the man she took for her father for all her life.
And those who care, they can’t reach her down here.
She thinks of her real father, thinks of how he had let her into his life, how he had risked to give away their secret hideout just to get the chance to convince her of the truth.
But Splinter hasn’t been the only one.
Leo has tried it, too, so persistently and against all odds, it had always made her internally laugh - or fueled the urge to break his pretty face. Or both.
Leo…
When she thinks of him now, she wants to cry, just huddle up there in a corner on the cold floor and let the tears flow.
Crying is doing something, too.
But she’s too proud.
Yes, she has every reason to cry. Her whole life has been a lie, and it is over now.
She knows these dungeons well, well enough that there’s no way out for her.
She feels the tears prickle in her eyes, but she blinks them away.
She is not going to cry.
Tears aren’t going to help her.
But on the other hand, what is going to help her?
She is lost here, locked away from the world, locked away from her life - whatever that is right now.
She’s alone.
She allows herself a moment of weakness sinks to her knees.
But no tears. She forces them down again although it makes her eyes burn and her throat tighten.
And then there’s is this noise, a very low snick. Karai almost missed it, but her ears are too well trained to miss anything of importance.
She shifts a bit and finds this shard on the ground. It’s metal and when she picks it up she realizes how sharp it is.
It almost makes her smile, but she fights this emotion down, too.
Smiling is not going to get her out of here.
This shard is.
She hears someone coming her way and quickly puts the shard into her mouth.
Xever appears in front of her cell.
He starts mocking her, but she turns her back to him - not because she cares about his mocking, of course, but because she can’t reply, not with the shard in her mouth.
For a moment she regrets it because really, Xever is such an idiot and she wants to tell him exactly that, but then she stops.
She has this shard, that’s the important thing.
Yes, her old life is gone forever, but now she can reach the new life waiting for her outside these. Because now, she can get out of this cell.
She has a chance now.
This is not the end.
It’s just the beginning.
And this thought makes her smile just a little bit.
