#“drowning in the sewer” is a reference to →

[floortile34]

i feel lost. scared. lonely

step out into the sun. into the endless pain. alone in an opaque void, or maybe i just can't see through it enough to notice i'm not alone. it burns. is rotting in the darkness worse? drowning in the sewer?

infinite mazes of light, nobody aroung. this isn't real. the real light burns, this doesn't. i see so clearly yet there still remains no-one. fields of empty space, knee height. marble floors with no temperature

mirages of others. of company

endless seconds ticking by. however many millions. running around searching for a way out, tiring myself endlessly, never collapsing

my flesh bleeds – oozes, almost – with sickly purples

(legs numb now. alternating between writing tags and main post segment whatever this is called)

dragging my forearms across the subtle rough texture of the tiling. they bleed. they fall apart so easily. so weak. so brittle. so rotten through

i need ..... . .......i don't know what i need

please, i need whatever that thing is

someone tell me what i need

someone tell me what to do. where to go. i'm so lost in here. i'm running out of battery. it's always ticking down, never reaches 0, i feel like it's a lie. shepherd's tone

my sanity's slowly falling deeper and deeper into the infinitesimal abyss, or maybe not and it just feels like that. i don't know anymore. i don't remember anymore. i don't remember what i am. my family's fading from me. i'll be alone soon. without them

my ideas are running out yet i must keep writing. this is my purpose in life for... however long it's taken now. 10 minutes? i didn't check when i started.

...... ..............

■■■■ ■■■■■■ shall claim me soon

[dollhousemausoleum]

As if he wasn’t enough of a goddamn degenerate, he did this shit in front of his little son. He repeatedly violated SP while his son was in the same room, sometimes even in eye and earshot.

HE HAD HIS YOUNG SON REFERRING TO ONE OF HIS VICTIMS AS SLAVE AND DEMANDING SHE CALL HIM MASTER LIKE SHE DOES HIS FATHER. A CHILD, demanding a woman call him MASTER after witnessing his FATHER force her to do it. AND NEIL FOUND THAT AMUSING.

HE MOLESTED THIS SAME VICTIM WHILE THEY WERE SEATED ON THE COUCH WITH HIS C H I L D.

And Scarlett wasn’t even the only woman he had his son be present for. This is a PATTERN.

Absolutely no joke, I personally would have 1000% drowned him like a fucking rabid sewer rat the second he oozed his non-euclidean ass carcass into that bath tub. Then again, I’m 31, quite a bit older than the victim was and no longer prone to freeze/fawn, I DO NOT BLAME HER FOR FREEZING. He is a schlubby, sniveling, sadistic, insecure, impotent little doughboy cuck who lives vicariously through le edgy cool goth self-insert OCs and can only feel like a “real man” by overpowering terrified girls decades younger than him. Pathetic. My heart is shattered for that girl. For all of them.

I’m usually the first to complain that people here use suicide demands way too liberally, but right now I feel so hollowed out and filled with ice water and broken glass after reading Vulture and Rolling Stone that I mean this from the bottom of my soul: Neil Gaiman (YOU TOO AMANDA, YOU WERE HIS PROCURER, HIS VERY OWN GHISLAINE),

[her-satanic-wiles]

October 24th

Sex Toys, Cumulus x Reader

Masterlist

Words: 1k.

Warnings: Sex toys; sapphic; thigh riding; multiple orgasms; nipple play; thigh spanking; ngl, I struggled with this one. I wanted it to be better than it was but the Aurora fic kinda meant that nothing else would live up to it lmao;

Taglist: @sodoswitchimage @enchantedbunny @bitchywitchygardener @thew0man @sodomiser @the-did-i-ask @copias-sewer-rat @gehrmansbignaturals @deetz-ghuleh @onlyhereforghost @zombiesnips-blog

🔞 MDNI 🔞

Amidst the tranquil stillness of a moonlit night, a sense of anticipation hung in the air, as if the world itself held its breath in eager anticipation of what was to come. You were wrapped up in Cumulus’ arms, soft bodies pressed together and connected at your lips, where your tongues danced together. Both of you were completely void of clothing, and thighs pressed up against each other’s most sensitive places, hips moving and seeking as much pleasure as possible. The sound of your gasps and moans were the only noises that could be heard in the stillness of the room. Just two people desperately trying to reach an end by any means necessary.

As your clit continued to rub against Cumulus’ thigh, you allowed your hands and lips to wander over her body, pinching and playing with her nipples as your tongue laved over her neck. Her own hand had moved down to your thigh and pulled on it, tugging you ever closer to her centre in order for her to get as much pleasure from your body as she possibly could. The longer she rubbed against you, the wetter your thigh became, but you felt like you could drown in that feeling - knowing that it was you providing her with everything she needed to cum.

She came first - her face and body contorting with the feeling of the powerful orgasm washing over her. Her hips moved faster in a desperate effort to add to the intensity and her fingernails dug into your skin purely because she didn’t know what else to do. You soon followed her, your own body reacting in a similar manner and rubbing against her thigh needily prolonging the orgasm you were experiencing, her sweet, melodic voice whispering sweet nothings in your ear with breathless words as she was coming down from her own high. Her body, despite her orgasm being strong enough to make her eyes close in exhaustion, continued to move against you, silently begging for a second release.

“Can I get it?” She asked you, voice barely above a whisper.

“Please.” You answered, knowing exactly what she was referring to.

If you both spent the rest of the night humping against each other like animals, you’d never stop and work yourselves into oversensitivity. Thus, she pulled away from you temporarily, reaching into the bedside drawer and pulling out the only item you both favourited and frequently used: your wand vibrator. As soon as it was plugged into the wall, she moved back to her original position, placing your thigh back over the top of her and returning to that lazy, sideways missionary position you’d both been in before. The vibrator was placed between the pair of you, adjusting it so it sat between both of your clits before she turned it on.

Even at its lowest intensity it was incredibly powerful, both of your mouths falling open in pleasure at the low rumble now vibrating through your entire body. You both rubbed against it, the pressure from her movements pushing the vibrator harder against your clit and vice versa. “Oh fuck.” You moaned loudly, the pleasure proving too much for gentle whispers. Your body needed to expel that energy somehow, and your voice was the only way it could.

“Oh, just like that.” Cumulus’ voice was just as strained as yours, oozing with unbridled bliss.

Your body pushed you upwards, the need to move your hips faster too great for the position you were in. You sat up on your knees, still with your clit connected to the vibrator and began to rub against it, your hips moving at a much faster pace, which, in turn, kept the vibrator bouncing off Cumulus and made her noises increase in volume.

“Fucking just like that!” She exclaimed, hand coming to pull at your thigh once again for purchase.

Cumulus always loved it when you rode her. She got to lie back against the pillows and watch you take what you needed, see your body move as it bounced against her own. She loved watching your hands roam over your breasts, pinching and pulling your nipples for extra stimulation. You were truly a sight to behold when you were on top.

You, on the other hand, got to watch her body as it moved with the force of your thrusts, the way her breasts jiggled with each movement of your hips. The way her bottom lip would tuck up between her teeth and her eyebrows would furrow. The way her blown-out pupils would roam over your body, focussing on your pleasure points and screaming each time the vibrator slipped over a particularly sensitive spot on her clit.

The hand that was clutching onto your thigh slapped against the flesh, gently at first, but knowing that you liked it to hurt a little bit she slapped a little harder each time, rubbing at the redness between each it.

“Faster, baby, please.” You begged as you bent over her body and placed a desperate kiss to her lips.

She obliged, kicking the vibrator up a notch. Her eyes widened at the increase of intensity, and her back arched. You could tell by the way her body had begun to spasm that she was about to cum again And if you were being honest, you were close as well.

It took maybe two or three more thrusts against the vibrator before you were doubling over, head resting between the valley of Cumulus’ breasts as you came for a second time that night, mouth open in a silent scream as your hole clenched tightly around nothing. Cumulus came at the same time as you, her fingernails digging into your shoulders and her eyes squeezed tightly shut, mind wiped completely blank as all she could think about was how good you’d made her feel.

She practically threw the vibrator away from you both from the oversensitivity, and once again you found yourself wrapped up in her arms as you both lay there in bed, breathless and dozing off into a peaceful sleep.

Previous Day ⛧ Next Day

[porcelainseashore]

The Other Son - WoD HalloZine "Haunting"

Commissioned art by @medeaft

Author's Note: It’s been such a joy to take part in @vampemoqueen’s WoD HalloZine—my very first zine! Thank you so much for this experience and putting it all together. Here’s a short story of Kai, my beloved Ventrue, and the shadows of the past that haunt them.

Content Warnings: Brief references to drugs, self harm, maybe suicide (if you squint?), nihilism, and murder of a child.

“Jesus!” they cursed as their feet plunged into the silty drainage and mud squelched underfoot.

It had only been a little over half an hour since Kai entered this godforsaken place, burrowing their way underground like vermin. Beyond the manhole covers overhead, cars zoomed by and train tracks rumbled. They were still close to the surface, close enough to hear the city breathe.

However, down here, filth and grime carved out names for themselves on the grooved walls. At first, they gagged at the stench, finding it unbearable, but as their senses adjusted, one smell blended into another, like a sickness they could no longer distinguish. 

Under normal circumstances, they would never be caught dead wandering around the sewers downtown. But since when were things normal? Like all fledglings turned neonates, they had been obeying tall and elusive orders every night since their Embrace. Except, they weren’t like the others—they were groomed to succeed and never to fail.

There was another splash as the ground sucked them in, causing them to sink knee-deep.

“For Christ’s sake!” they yelled again in frustration.

All at once, they heard the scolding voice of Liezel, their mother, resounding in their head just like it was yesterday, “Kai! How many times must I tell you? Don’t take the Lord’s name in vain!” 

They mouthed the words as it came. Liezel’s arms were akimbo, her brows furrowed as spittle flew across the room. She had rapped their knuckles harshly with the wooden handle of a feather duster for good measure.

Kai could feel the sting of pain upon their hand, as clear as day, but sharper still was the humiliation, the hurt pride. Their younger stepbrother, Alfie, had giggled to himself in the corner. They clenched their fists. People said they took after their mother’s temper, and more often than not, they found themself agreeing.

At this point, their tailored pants and leather shoes were soaked through and ruined. Even dry cleaning wouldn’t be able to salvage them in their miserable state. Grimacing, they brushed beads of waste water off their waistcoat—it was Sisyphean, almost—as new drops replaced old, blooming in piss-drunk patches across silk weaves. 

Why had their sire, Elena, sent them here again? Oh yes, “The sewer rats,” she said. “They’re hiding something from us. Find out what it is.”

They flipped their damp bangs away from their face in annoyance. Nearly two decades as a Kindred and they were still an errand runner—to Elena, to Lady Josephine, and in turn, to Baron Judge, the overarching Camarilla… Stringing them along with faint promises of power, like seductive wisps of smoke unfurling from their tongues, slithering into their ear and making a home in the hollow cavity of their skull.

Well, there were no sewer rats here. Through the dimmed shadows of light, all they could hear was the sound of sewage flushing through the system, pipes hissing and shaking, and molded moisture leaking from the arched ceilings. As they took a right, a group of vagrants huddling over a naked fire in an oil drum eyed them suspiciously. One crawled out from his tattered cardboard bed and shambled over to them.

“You got any er—”

Fentanyl. Meth. Heroin. He probably thought he could score some. The mole people—the homeless, the addicts, the outcast. They lived underground, in the flood tunnels, because there was nowhere else to go. Sometimes the water would reach so high that a bunch of them would drown. Not being quick enough made them easy pickings for the Nosferatu, but still bad blood all around.

Kai scrunched their face in disgust before relaxing their expression. Maybe they would have some use for this pitiful thing in front of them. With a practiced smile, they simpered, “I do… but first, tell me, how well do you know this place?”

The man coughed and shivered, grinning with swollen gums and putrid teeth. “Like the back of my hand.”

A guide. The gatekeeper of the sewer entrance had talked at length about its subterranean depths. Perhaps this man would know more. Raising an eyebrow, Kai focused their gaze, making sure their eyes met. A thin ring around their irises glowed—subtle, enticing, yet demanding. “Take me to its belly.”

He blinked slowly, once, twice, and then nodded. “This way,” he beckoned, turning around and trudging off through the labyrinth like a good soldier.

And so, Kai carried on, past winding corridors and forgotten lairs, crushing soiled glass and used needles beneath their heels. At the sides, strange altars decorated with melted wax candles and rotting pomegranates honored secret gods. The tunnels got darker and colder, so much so that they had to rely on their phone light to brighten up the path, but the guide didn’t seem bothered. In fact, he became livelier the deeper they went, as if he were drawing energy from some unknown source.

“Albert and Persephone would have a field day with this,” Kai grumbled under their breath, mocking the two absent members of their coterie behind their backs. Sarcasm dripped from their lips, cloying and condescending. 

They recognized that same unease they felt whenever Albert conducted one of his ceremonies, or the time they witnessed Persephone casting eerily-shaped shadows from her bare hands. The taint of Oblivion clutched at their unbeating heart and made their skin crawl.

Distant screams and moans from an alley interrupted their thoughts and a gnarly hand tugged at their arm. “Not there,” the guide warned before taking off again along another passageway.

The metallic stairs they descended afterward screeched on its hinges, clanking against the wall. Kai wondered how far down they went. It felt like they had been walking for miles. At some point, their phone light flickered and went out, and they stood in total darkness on the suspended staircase swaying in the chilled air.

It was so silent you could hear a pin drop, which was weird, precisely because they heard nothing. No creaking, no footsteps, not even the sound of one’s breathing.

Where had their guide disappeared to? Was this some kind of twisted prank they had fallen for? But it couldn’t be, that mortal should’ve succumbed easily; they saw him submit, enslaved by their will, he couldn’t—

“Kai! Help me, please!” a shrill cry pierced their left ear, shocking them to the core as they stumbled blindly forward, tumbling down the flight of stairs.

When they finally hit the rock-hard ground, something wet and sticky trickled down the side of their face as a dull, throbbing ache blossomed from the crown of their head. “Shit,” they muttered, tasting tangy iron on their lips, like licking a battery.

Dazed, they tried to pick themself up, only to slip on the waxy surface, falling into the muck on all fours. Shame and embarrassment rushed in twofold, rising like waves of heat towards their chest. That prickly feeling at the back of their throat returned, threatening to come apart. This couldn’t be happening—not to them, they didn’t deserve this.

“What do you think you deserve?” the same voice whispered in their ear. Cold, unnatural, and unfeeling, but uncomfortably familiar.

“I deserve a lot more than you!” Kai had screamed, back when they were kids playing on the cliffs along the coast. Resentment reared its ugly head as they glared down at their stepbrother. His chubby hands grasped the cliff’s ledge while he dangled in mid-air, squirming beneath Kai’s feet.

“I deserve all of this!”

They could crush him right now, that stupid weakling who’d never worked a day in his life, who’d everything handed to him on a silver platter, just because he was the favorite. 

No one would know. 

Crush him.

Do it.

The whispers grew louder as they buried their head in their hands and growled.

“Kai! Help me, please!”

They took one more look at their stepbrother’s soft brown eyes and the ocean of tears that had welled up in them, before setting their foot down on his tiny fingers, treading on them like ants. Alfie lost his grip and Kai had watched quietly as his body was reduced to a simple ragdoll in the tempestuous wind. His limbs tossed about wildly as the howling gust drowned out the boy’s cries. Jagged bedrock by the cliffside framed its subject like a moving watercolor painting. If they squinted, they could pretend it was a bird diving to catch its prey.

They waited, patiently and then some more, until the red sea foam turned pale, and all that was left was a memory of what once was. One less mouth to feed, one less child to fawn over, one less rival to tussle with. Time didn’t bring any remorse. Perhaps they had been a monster even before they were reborn.

From afar, an unearthly roar and mechanical whir shredded through the stillness, jolting them back into the present. Was this what the Nosferatu were hiding? Kai had heard stories of otherworldly entities that existed on this plane, undecipherable, unseen to the naked eye. There were more than just Kindred around, and they were beginning to realize that they weren’t on the top of the food chain.

Bolting forward, they couldn’t care less if they looked more animal than human as the sludge clung to their feet. It felt like a mass of hands creeping up their legs, dragging them down into the dirt where they belonged. They should’ve been put down for what they did. But they felt nothing. Years and months of nothing. At the funeral, they pressed a shard of glass into their palm, squeezing it within the pocket of their trousers, so that they would cry. Liezel couldn’t look at them for weeks.

Maybe this was the day of reckoning, their last chance to repent, but was there really something to feel guilty for? They had merely taken what was rightfully theirs from the beginning—before their mother remarried another man they were forced to call father, before they were told to sacrifice whatever they had for the sake of the other son.

They had reached the end, knowing this to be so as loose stone and rubble gave way, crumbling into the void pit below. It was pitch black, a long drop into a vortex of emptiness. For every second they stopped to pause, the darkness enshrouded them further, heavy and suffocating as it seeped in through their orifices.

And they were back on the cliff, at the scene of the accident. Although, instead of Alfie, it was Kai who was standing at its edge, waiting to be pushed.

“How does it feel to be in my shoes? How does it feel not to exist?” The tone was derisive, contemptuous.

Did Alfie expect them to accept their fate? To beg for forgiveness and mercy? They convulsed with laughter, the sound ricocheting off the walls. Their body was hollowed out, empty, a vacuum where nothing could be replaced.

There was only one thing left to do. Fear and weakness had no place in the Clan of Kings.

“Don’t you know?” they remarked, eyes black as coal. “I always win.”

And then, they jumped.

Dividers by @diableriedoll

[sycamorality]

rw mod region list

because i! got tired of scrolling through the workshop and trying to reference the modwiki constantly. this currently will not list the rooms they are found in. maybe it will later these are all listed from most recent to oldest release on the workshop.... for the most part. i cant promise all regions will be listed but im doing my best

missing regions can be found here in reblog

regions with pearls

- necropolis (1)

- gray urban (1)

- floating isles (2)

- the foundry (2)

- necropolis (1)

- gray urban (1)

- floating isles (2)

- the foundry (2)

- global hyper-transit system (2)

- underpass (1, also has 5 custom broadcasts)

- forgotten boiler (3)

- mistywoods (1)

- drainage system+ (1)

- howling rift (1)

- eventide (3)

- preservatory (1, features 3 custom broadcasts as well)

- scrapped peaks (2) (there's also a silly My Creature.png in the files)

- secluded pass (2, features 2 custom broadcasts as well)

- drowned pantheon (2)

- unparalleled innocence (1) (creator notes the iterator part is broken bc of iteratorkit sucking)

- drought regions (6, with 2 unused with no dialogue in files)

- unofficial leditor month gallery (1)

- underbelly (3)

- shrouded assembly regions (5)

- probationary district 4b (1)

- sun-scorched forest (1)

- forsaken station (5)

- forsaken factory (3)

- sunlit power plant (1)

- archaic facility (2)

- arid barrens (1, features 1 custom broadcast as well)

- gilded sanctuary (1)

- the grinder (1)

- forbidden tropics (wip) (4)

- chasing wind/luminous cove (1)

- citadel (1)

- corroded passage (2, features 4 custom broadcasts as well)

- bioengineering center (1)

- outer outskirts (2)

- rainforest (1)

- no significant harassment [hunter expansion] (2)

- overgrown facility (1)

- radiosphere (1)

- sky tower (3) (sound design can be headache inducing)

- moss fields (1)

- aqueducts (3)

- side house (2)

- deserted wastelands (4) (current biggest region released. can be laggy)

- ventilation ducts (1) (currently broken as fuck to my knowledge. not playable on new patch)

- badlands (2)

- sacred garden (1)

- moonlit acres (2)

- sizzling sewers (1)

- stormy coast (4)

- neuron forest (1)

- the mast (2)

- far shore (2)

- hanging gardens (1)

- hallowed grotto (5, features 18 custom broadcasts as well)

- undersea (2)

- lush mire (3)

- drainage system+ (1)

- howling rift (1)

- scorched district (1)

- washroom (2)

- old new horizon's regions (1) (theyre annoying to go through. be warned)

[frnkiebby]

I found this drowned greasy ass sewer rat (I have never seen such a T H E R E picture of Frank with his dreads b4 and it’s wild I needed this as a reference for a drawing like forever ago where tf was it???)

(Also send help my dog keeps hitting my face with her face and she refuses to stop it’s hurting my feelings)

this fuckin greased up sewer rat jfc those godforsaken dreads

i wish i was the one to chop those fucker off.

also pls i will need that drawing in my inbox asap thanks~🎃

[lea-andres]

Okay, so, if I could mod, which I can't for multitude of reasons (mainly "my computer is dying" and "I has the dumb"... Also "I cannot art") I would make a horror mod SO FAST-

"Lea SDV is supposed to be cosy, not scary" first of all *points at all the yandere mods*, second of all SCARY IS COSY TO ME-

*coughs* Anyway-

So, the framework would be as follows: On a random night in Fall (ideally a rainy night but idk if that's doable), your spouse would have a nightmare. You would then become the hero of said nightmare and solve whatever horror scenario is happening. With it being just a nightmare it wouldn't permanently alter your game so I COULD KILL WHOEVER AND DESTROY WHATEVER I WANT YAY!

It would work like a festival I suppose? No time actually passes? IDK if that makes sense but it does to me.

You would probably get hearts from this assuming you're not at 14 Hearts with them already even though you technically didn't actually do anything lmao. ✌️

Okay, so, each bachelor and bachelorette nightmare would go something like this maybe (AND REMEMBER: THESE ARE NIGHTMARES THEY ARE HAVING! CANON BEHAVIOR DO NOT APPLY):

-Harvey: OOPS HE INSPIRED THIS WHOLE IDEA LMAO. You know how he's got an... Alarming amount of dialogue regarding losing patient worries? Yeah... His nightmare would essentially be Frankenstein... Except Harvey's Victor. Which would just go SO POORLY... Let's all revel for a bit in how beautifully poorly that would go... 💕

-Maru: Maru makes the Blob, Blob destroys half the town. Pretty cut and dry, honestly. Just... Blob. 💕

-Penny: The children are being replaced during the night by doppelgangers. Wrong, unsettling doppelgangers. You and Penny investigate why, taking you into the sewers (IT WON'T BE KROBUS BEHIND IT, I PROMISE, I WOULDN'T DO THAT TO KROBIE 😭)

-Shane: SO, things are being destroyed in the night, sometimes animals turn up dead, town's getting freaked out, you're tasked with investigating because sorry you're the main character lmao. Turns out Shane's therapist is hypnotizing Shane and he's getting programmed to go do these things during the night YAY! Poor guy.

-Sebastian: Here, have this, we all know you want it! *tosses vampire Sebastian at you*. (I'm not particularly fond of Sebastian, in all honesty, but I'm sure vampire Sebastian would make his fans V Happy lmao. Yes, you'd get to let him drink from you, you freaks. /aff)

-Leah: ...Kel's a slasher now? (Sorry, I don't particularly care for Leah either, but hey. I assume you guys enjoyed punching Kel. You'll probably enjoy killing Kel in a brutal battle of self defense right?)

-Elliott: Ya'll seen Creepshow? (*Everyone starts groaning because I haven't shut up about Creepshow since the green rain*) Okay, there's a story where Leslie Neilsen (Naked Gun, Airplane, THAT Leslie Neilsen) drowns a couple in the ocean and their corpses break into his home to get revenge. It's that except Elliott didn't kill them. Because nightmare, you and Elliott are back in his cabin on the beach, bodies are coming out of the water, and quickly becoming yours and Willy's problem. (No Willy didn't kill them either. Probably.)

-Alex: He's on a gridball team, Coach is having him take some experimental drug so he plays gridball better, something something Werewolf. Let him and Dusty run around together lmao. Except oh no he accidentally spooks the town! :(

-Abigail: LOOK. It's me, I have to reference Evil Dead somewhere. Abigail seems like she'd be the most irresponsible if handed the Necronomicon, so she's getting the Necronomicon.

AND I HAVE NO IDEAS FOR EMILY, HALEY, AND SAM NOOOO. I FAILED THEM 😭 Pretend I have great thought out ideas for them, they deserve them.

[cyber-streak-2]

Thundercracker, sighing, referring to Starscream and Megatron: They’ve been fighting since they woke up.

Skywarp: Good! I’m glad they’re back into a little healthy competition.

Frenzy, giggling as he enters with Rumble: They’re trying to drown each other down in the sewers as we speak.

[toomanyf4ndoms7]

New 52 Batgirl issue #7 Thoughts.

This one has Dinah in it. That’s a plus.

Anyway, let’s get started.

Overview:

We start off with a (sarcastic) lovely page of Barbara’s head being held under sewer water. It is a striking image that immediately makes you keep reading.

Batgirl gets out, obviously, but nearly being drowned and desperate for air, she’s in no condition to fight.

Grotesque (That’s his name) slips away and then we get a flashback to two hours ago.

And she’s visiting Dinah to ask for a spar. Because what else are two women to do in the middle of the night?

“Wait… this is too easy. Are you Batgirl? Did some cheerleader steal her costume?” (She doesn’t know what’s to come in future volumes.)

Barbara then has some introspection pointing out how she’s been off her game in the last few adventures.

She gets a few good hits in until Canary grabs her arm and ends the match. We get a brief Joker flashback which feels a bit out of place but I get the point of it.

This scene between Canary and Batgirl is effectively about stating: Barbara is Batgirl, physically, she’s back in the game, but she’s effectively re-learning on the fly.

In other news, Jimbo gets a visit from Barb. And we get a reference to James Junior.

Dinah uses some tough love to convince Barbara to get back out there, which I am a little bit iffy on the wording of. Yeah, I can buy some tough love, but I don’t think slapping your friend and pointing out how your mom is dead while hers is back in her life is the best thing to say.

Anyway, we get the lead up to how we got here, and Batgirl is ready to interrogate one of Grotesque’s goons. And as luck would have it?

It’s one of Joker’s old henchmen, one of the two who were with him on that fateful day.

Admittedly, a good Cliffhanger.

Another good issue, despite my minor complaints.

[phen397]

Sonic adventure 2 but told through notes I took while playing part 3

Time for the mines

A knuckles level

Gonna be tougher than he thought

Oh God it is a water temple

Water level unlocks and locks different areas

Drowned

All 3 get

Back to the city

Always alot of police around when u don't need them

Facts sonic

No signal from emeralds

Space only explanation

Knuckles in the sewers

The mines connect to the sewers?

Amy leave his head alone

Again Tails buddy I am sure it is important but can we get the audio guy to chill out here

Tails is tracking the president

Definitely not illegal at all

He has hacked the president's phone

Almost took knuckles' head off tails chill

Tails ain't waiting Amy he is gone

Route 101

Gotta get the president

Mario cart time

Drift king

Found you mister president

Reports say country is in crisis

What u want Egg boy

Full surrender or boom

Sonic heard that though the window

Now in the president's car

And cutting people off again

Good question Mr president

Hey wait

Signal from agent

They really raided the president's car, dissed Eggman, then jumped out a window and refused to elaborate

Pyramid time

Eggman went in there

Bat girl again

Time to kick some empireal butts

Lots of tails love for these last few levels

Hidden base

Avoid the quick sand

Blow up Egg blocks

Lots of animals omg

Is the colour of the animal it's rarity?

The animals shall be sacrificed to the child

Can I but him in the transporter thing?

I CAN

Okay he is in there now

Pyramid cave time

Half pipe time

Hourglass doors

Swing poles

Oh thing

Bounce bracelet

Bounce jump thing?

Doors that need a key

More half pipe

Done

Let's see if I can leave my Chao

I cannot

Wtf

Okay take the child out of the transporter

Headed to the center of the base

Eggman like machines

Gotta have a spare spaceship

Need key

I GOTTA GET IN THERE

Knuckles find key

Worlds greatest treasure hunter

Took me way too long to find the hammer gloves

Can now break metal boxes

Oh

I killed omachao

Didn't even think to try

Oh

Nvm

He back

Lots of digging through walls later

Key gotten

OK

Let's try to win a race

Mushroom race

My boy can run now

Wipes contest

Canyon

Wiped

Crab time

Easy work

Valley now

Jump off a cliff for the win

All level 1 races won

Got a sonic thing

What that noise

Bug ghost

King boom boo

Boss

Run around the circle to get behind him while he is busy attacking

Hit the little guy with the Hourglass to open skylights and fey boss

Dig up boss when he tries to hide

Smack da ghost

Rinse repeat

Knuckles looks like his only thought the whole time is"oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit" as he runs around

Boss done

Door open

What did you guys do?

Eggman here

Leave it to sonic

Eggman gonna kill us

Big golem man

I AM THE EGGMAN

Second boss in a row

Egg golem

Run around big boys ring climb his "back stairs"° hit big weak spot oh his head

Boss done

Nice try rocky

Cutscene

Pyramid opens

Space ship inside

Sonic run

TO SPACE

So this is the ark

Hit a rock

Knocked open the cargo bay and ditch the master emerald pieces

Don't touch that lever

*all scream*

What's up with that tyrannical knuckles

Place shut down after "incident" 50 years ago

Was advanced but now empty

Not much time

Impenetrable from outside attacks

Tails has a fake emerald

Anti emerald

Destroy power supply

Switch emerald out

Win

Amy got nothing to do and is gonna bitch

Running through ship with tails

Gole in hull claim me a few times

Bazooka

Big gum go brrrrrrrrrrrr

Like proto Chaos guys are here

Destroy generator for the win

More tubes for the child

The child for reference

Gonna hang put witht the kids till next time on this exiting adven- hold on one of the kids is drowning as I write this(not even kidding)what a little guy

[demonsteapot]

What type of music do you like / have you been jamming to recently? Any recommendations?

(my internet died halfway through this so i nearly had to rewrite it)

you caught me at a bad time i was schmooving to a sewerslvt playlist yesterday ;-;

okay to be serious for a moment. uh. i don't think i have super good or interesting (or normal) tastes in music? i can point you to some of the things i think are cool and good, and i can also point you to things that i listen to for mood.

ive also probably mentioned some of these before (probably all of them?) so sorry if there's repeats

(okay this ended up being longer than expected so cut vv)

good (mostly not depressing stuff?):

Bill Wurtz – weirdly dreamlike jazzy stuff (?) i recommend 'At the Corner Store' and then i recommend you listen to all his other stuff

Ujico*/Snail's House: ive probably ranted about this guy before; 'Cosmo Funk' is probably your entry level snails house song. sweet adorable future bass, my go to for free serotonin

Heaven Pierce Her – Ultrakill: Violence, the game's newest EP. generally melancholic but really sick especially in context. 'War Without Reason' is probably my new favourite track in the whole game? (you can tell i like amen breaks lol)

also ofc i have to mention john / TOOBOE!! shout out to @donutinsideofashark for introducing me to this guy. some recs: 'Tablet', 'Roman', and 'Appare kanpai' – stuff goes hard and makes me wish i knew jp so i could actually remember lyrics

mood (depressing and/or weirder stuff):

vivivivivi's Dead but Dreaming: concept album about a dead god, mostly chiptune instrumental stuff until the second-last track – personally I LOVE this album, but as someone said, it probably sucks unless you have autism (disclaimer: i'm not diagnosed autistic, this is a reference to the pinned comment). this particular album influences a lot of my works to be honest

two more vivivivivi beepbox albums, ones that are a little more lively: Sisyphus and Silly Little Songs from my Silly Little Head. probably not to the tastes of sane and normal people but i like the beeps and boops :)

sewerslvt: breakbeat stuff from a dark place. people seem to not like sewerslvt fans which is why i'm reluctant to talk about this one but whatever. idk what you'd call their genre (i've heard it described as ambient jungle, trance, something or other dnb, but most importantly NOT breakcore. call sewerslvt breakcore and you are signing up for a hell of a flamewar) listen if you like amen breaks and hate yourself (i hope not…) idk what to even recommend here… i stumbled across her first with Drowning In The Sewer years ago. i've been getting back into their stuff recently, which is probably not a good sign for my mental health… currently listening to 'was it weird that i listened to im god by clams casino's when i lost my virginity' which is a hell of a title

Heaven Pierce Her again – The Enigma of Heaven and Other Daily Delusions: weird album about religion and the internet. since this is hakita again there are amen breaks. good if ur fuckin WEIRD. i recommend most of HPH's work

i've also been listening to an ultrakill fan artist called Marzuku, who does – guess what – more amen break stuff. i don't know man, but 'At Ends' is pretty good

shit fuck of course the jvne section ends up being a whole paragraph just to say don't listen to their stuff.

THAT'S IT IT'S TIME TO WRAP THIS UP THANK YOU FOR COMING TO MY TED TALK. damn this got long. this is what happens when you ask me about my interests LMFAO

[i-restuff]

a personal Mario movie review from yours truly.

ok, so, I'm very natural over Mario franchise. I don't love it, but I don't hate it either. so this review is mainly from someone who is there only for the animation (also for Jack Black ofc). cool? cool. alright.

spoilers below

I'm going to be super upfront with the "good stuff", and sorta detailed with the "meh stuff". mostly because the good stuff is very self-explanatory while for the negative ones I feel like at least I should give a little bit of reason why I feel that way.

good stuff

I love the world-building, everything is very well-detailed and the environment is insanely rich

character designs? love it. they look absolutely alive and expressive

the casting. I think they're all really good???? I personally think Chris Pratt is alright too ig? I mean I kinda don't care, I was distracted with everything else in the movie. but he's fine.

Jack Black. nuff said.

I love Toad. I love Peach. DK. BROWSER??? everyone's very likable damn.

I'm obsessed with the 3d models ngl. there are times when I was focused more on the models than I was on the story. It's really distracting in a good way.

Storywise, I think it's decent but also fun!

love love love the dynamic between Mario and Luigi. Peak dynamic, really.

Such a nostalgia trip. I for one who doesn't know much about Mario had such a blast listening to all the soundtracks and looking at the itsy bitsy references and such.

obsessed with Lumalee. let em die :(

/////////////

the credit animation is super colorful I wish I could eat it.

^ I was watching this with a friend who is obsessed with Mario. there are times when he went absolutely insane and explained some stuff that I didn't know. which I think it's cool! it's crazy how there are literally easter eggs and fan service everywhere, it doesn't feel forced too. I really could see why people love it so much.

meh stuff

ok, imma be honest. I'm just gonna complained about the plot holes here,, It didn't really effect the story, but it did confuse me a bunch of times. again, this is coming from someone who doesn't know much about Mario. I might miss some stuff.

the transition when Mario/Luigi got teleported from Brooklyn to the Mushroom Kingdom. like, why? what's so special about that specific pipe?

also before that. why's Brooklyn drowning all of a sudden lmaoo. that part kinda felt forced just so Mario and Luigi had a reason to go below the sewer. it sorta makes sense I guess? but the pacing is pretty dang weird.

how does Peach know her own kind? "you're a human!". she was a literal baby when she first got to the Mushroom Kingdom

I love love love Toad character. I just don't understand his presence? I mean sure, he's bringing the comedy, but you could find the "comedy" elsewhere too. so his character is a bit useless despite him being the protector. long story short, the movie would be fine with or without him < this is how much his character matters imo.

the pacing after Mario agreed to fight with DK and then suddenly he's on the stage. tbf this isn't really a big deal? but the transition kinda bugged me.

I don't know what exactly they wanted to do with Mario and Peach relationship. do they like each other romantically? it doesn't feel like it despite being teased a few times.

my dude Luigi has to sit in the cage for how long now? kinda suck. I wanna know more about him, I wanna see him more in action.

that being said. I wish they did more with Luigi, give him something to develop on. because seeing him fighting Browser doesn't feel as rewarding as how we see Mario. all he did most of the time was get caught and sit in a cage while Mario had to go through all those bullshit. but I get it though. storytelling wise, Luigi is supposedly Mario's goal. to get him back and all that. I get that.

I can't feel sad for Mario for some reason??? (this has nothing to do with Cris Pratt btw). his supposedly "emotional" scenes didn't impact me at all. in fact, I felt awkward. I honestly don't know why though.

the final fight scene is also awkward? I mean it's cool, don't get me wrong. I think it has to do with where they're fighting? I guess imma blame Brooklyn for this.

the 80's pop songs felt out of place, but maybe that's just me.

personal rating? 7.

but I genuinely get why people love this movie.

[poorchoicesarebettr]

LOOK MY WAY SPOILERS

Some ranting from me for he new music video, spoilers under the cut!!

First of all, the visuals were fucking beautiful and eye pleasing. I specifically like these shots/scenes:

The lineart part was stunning and I'm still rewatching again and again as I'm typing

Next, I just liked a small detail of a locked book

The symbolism, I am sobbing. When stolas says "let me hold you" he is holding a full moon, the nights they meet. When mentioning you it's it reference to a full moon when they get to meet and im crying.

Also any shot were Stolas was crying I'm sobbing.

And final point: TW for Sewer slide

I personally hate the fucking theory about Stolas dying, but the ending scene where he was "drowning", really hurts. And idk why but my first thought is that if Stolas is left without blitz, he might kill himself. He's not happy anymore, he has to take drugs that seem to come from Belphegor herself based on packaging (probaly means they're extra strong if a sin has to make them). I don't think he would because of Octavia but if angst writers and readers needs it there ya go.

[doorrobloxstuff]

RAMBLE TO US KING, TELL US ABOUT RUSH'S BACKSTORY

So, Rush’s backstory, abridged. [MAIN AU/MAIN AU VARIANTS ONLY]

DOES NOT APPLY TO TO POLY AU/INGENS RAPAX

Originally, I was gonna make a fic called gutter rat but I lost motivation. But I’ll leave the undeveloped version so I can slowly develop it later.

Doing/releasing this for fun! Yipee!

Born into the sewer to a single mother. Either the only survivor of its litter or it had no siblings to begin with.

Earliest memories are of it kneading into its mama’s fur and running water.

Rush might’ve actually learned a different language from her, but I’m not going to force ANYTHING NEW about Rush.

Yep, Rush is a mama’s boy.

They both lived underneath

She was big, soft. She had smoky fur like Rush’s. The smile. Though she was

Rush’s mother also was extremely sick and very, very hyper paranoid that something would happen to her only living offspring. So they never, really fully entered the hotel.

To be fair, a lifetime in the sewers will do that to you.

The two lived in the sewers beneath the hotel, Rush would occasionally emerge from the sewers and play with the other tiny entities under its mother’s surveillance.

Rush played with Ambush the most frequently.

Rushlet and Ambushling. :)

Rush would return and curl up next to its mother at night and eat little things of sewer algae and whack at tiny bits of algae.

It was a good life.

Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end.

I don’t know how Rush’s mother died yet, since it’s notoriously difficult to kill an entity. But Rush found her cold. Fading away into flaking pieces. Her energy field collapsing and decomposing.

It curled up near her and just..cried. Because it was a child and it didn’t know what to do. Kneading cold skin and fur.

Rush tried to go to the hotel but got lost in the sewers.

And it spent YEARS in what it considered to be emotional and physical hell.

Also how it learned to swim. (Nearly drowned a few times in floodings. Traumatizing it more.)

Would get into nasty piss fights with other entities down there, would occasionally receive injuries from hitting sharp parts of walls.

Became a HUGE asshole to protect itself physically and emotionally and started going out of its way to attack or bully entities who were in its territory.

Eventually, it found the hotel again.

Decided to start living there.

Unfortunately, Rush was still a bully. Especially towards Figure (who, was a child of a single parent..and lived happily. Yipee! Projection!) But

Would tear up Figure’s books in front of it, steal books from its hands, knock shit over on the library, say rude shit.

Rush was a young adult by then just a reference for time passed.

Uhhh the bullying quickly ended when Figure told Rueben about the bullying and one night, Rush comes into the library and the little fucker gets knocked out by a angry tiny man in a cowboy hat.

Imagine the markiplier punching you meme. That’s Rueben. Pissed off country boy gave Rush the gatlinburg gas fire.

Once it was knocked out it dragged that lil shit out of the the library door and yelled “- AND IF I TRACK YA DOWN IN THE ACT OF BROWNEATIN ‘MAH KID AGAIN BY JAMES I’LL PUT A GODDAMNED BULLET HOLE IN YER HEAD!” Before tossing it out like a sack of potatoes.

Right in front of everyone too.

ANYWAYS.

Ambush still had a crush from when it was a child that never really went away.

“I mean, it’s not like it bullied me yet-“ *Depth stares in horror.*

Depth was scared/mad when it found out because Rush at the time was a walking red flag and definitely not the same entity they played with as a child.

Ambush went ahead, and somehow managed to befriend Rush.

Rush also, had a crush. Thought to be honest it had a lot of self loathing so. didn’t think it deserved nice things.

Eventually, Rush had a mental breakdown (still trying to figure out what triggered said event ^) and went back to the sewers, but Ambush followed.

Rush showed its metaphorical underbelly to Ambush that night and expected to be killed but instead its pain was validated and it was comforted..??

..and then the two confessed to each other and then Ambush had a really important conversation with it.

Basically the TDLR is “If you want me, you need to treat other entities with the same love, dignity and respect I treat you with.”

And baby girl /gn just.

Folded.

All (almost all ) the hate for itself, the world and others melted out of its body. Leaving something soft behind that Ambush gently embraced.

Not to say all the mean parts left..but..

Yea its life changed in that sewer.

They also loudly made out down there.

When it came up it apologized to Figure and eventually everyone realized Rush kinda just. Unassed it’s hole.

Ambush really said “I could fix it” and then DID.

Well, I mean too be fair, It was mostly all Rush but if the two hadn’t revealed their most deepest, intimate secrets and traumas to each other I don’t think they would’ve gotten anywhere good.

Other stuff:

Yes. Ambush is aware of all of this.

If Rush ever saw the movie it would cry during the entirety of the Bambi movie.

“It’s okay pookie! The fawn grows up and falls in love!!” “RWAUUUGH HE LOST HIS MAMAAAA!!”

Rush HATES the cold. HATES. HATES. And if it feels too cold it’ll start to excessively groom itself, Ambush, and its children until it they feel warm again.

The leftover asshole parts still linger I just gotta figure out which parts of Rush’s psyche would lash out in an unjustified manner.

[seldomscilence16]

Whumptober Day 7:

"I paced around for hours on empty. I jumped at the slightest of sounds"

Alleyway | radio silence | "can you hear me?" 

Fandom: TMNT

Prompts used: All

Oof poor Mikey in this one. I may make a part two for this as well, but i'm debating it cause it may be a little more mature. I took inspiration from several places (if you catch the references let me know!) But a collection of one shots on ao3 has its hooks in me (the curse of being the cute one) and would maybe be the direction of the continuation… so it may not be a whumptober thing. Anywho, Drowning TW and Thoughts of Dying. And mentions of dehumanization? Briefly.

…

Michaelangelo had terrible luck when it came to villians. He may argue that his brothers are just as much trouble magnets as he is, but he knows in the back of his mind that he has to have a stronger pull. It seems like every time he goes anywhere, he's getting into some kind of trouble- or rather it finds him, since he's even more tired than his family is when it comes to these situations. 

It's why he had no qualms when he'd learned of his brother's plans for the night, Why he had been alone to begin with. Leonardo, Raph and Casey had egged each other on into an obstacle course type patrol, gone before anyone could blink, laughter echoing down the sewers. Donnie had taken that as good enough permission to get together with April and Leatherhead to do… something. Mikey had not been told exactly what, Donnie had claimed it was too complicated for Mikey to understand, and while that had hurt, he'd waved Donnie off with a smile. That had left him and Master Splinter alone, his father had given him a long look as he made himself tea and Mikey was sure he was about to get lectured into extra training.

"You know my son, a change of scenery may at least have your sighs giving your lungs fresh air." He says finally, whiskers twitching as he heads for the couch to watch his programs. 

'Leave me in peace.' Goes unsaid

"Leo doesn't like me going topside alone." He should just thank Sensei and run, but the mental image of a Leo lecture is enough to make him cautious. 

The look Splinter gives the ceiling has Mikey flinching just a bit.

"You are just as capable as your brother's Michaelangelo, Leonardo is simply blinded by his protective instincts. I trust you my son." He grabs the remote, a dismissal, but throws one more comment over his shoulder, "Do send them a message though, it is better for them to know then to not." 

"Thanks Sensei, be back before sunrise!" He grabs his skateboard since he'll have nothing better to do, an ache in his chest as he leaves the lair with only the sounds of a tv behind him. 

He loves his family, he understands that they dont always want to be together, he understands that he's not the easiest to have around. The title of youngest hangs heavily on his shoulders despite how little the age difference is. But it's fine, seeing his family and friends happy is all he really wants, even if that means he takes a step back. His t-phone remains silent, his text unanswered, he ignores it as best he can as he reaches the surface and takes his board to the roof tops. 

It's a quiet night, like it had been for the past couple days. They'd had a larger fight at the beginning of the week, which is probably why Leo felt comfortable with their smaller patrol group. He hoped they could have some fun tonight, Raph and Leo were always so tense… 

His neck tingles so abruptly he fumbles his landing on the next rooftop, missing the skateboard and tumbling head over heels before correcting and sliding into a crouch. His eyes scan the area, heart beating wildly in his chest, his brothers may doubt his instincts, but if his senses say he's being watched, 9 times out of 10 he is. The shadows lay still, but Mikey knows that something set him off. 

A noise below has him stiffening, staring at the edge of the building and the gap he'd just jumped over. It could be a cat, he had a thing with cats after all, and if the cat needed help, Mikey should help 'em… but if it was a creepy creep, well Mikey supposed he would be in trouble. But he could handle a creepy creep, he was a capable ninja, with natural born talent and stuff… 

He needed to chill out on the horror movie marathons.

Slinking carefully across the rooftop, steps silent and breath nonexistent, he swears to whoever's listening that if it's his brothers down there, he will be very unhappy! He peeks over the edge, and as before finds nothing out of the ordinary. He's ready to laugh this off as paranoia, to continue about his night and never speak of this again, but of course that can't be the case. Before he can turn, the prickly feeling returns to his neck, too quick for him to react, something plunges into his shoulder and a jarring wave of exhaustion hits him, so thick he can't even move, the last thing he sees is an empty alleyway.

 

"We're home!" Leo calls into the lair as they enter, awaiting Mikey's excited questions and maybe a snack. 

"Welcome home my sons, how was your run?" Sensei comes from the kitchen, likely getting ready to meditate before bed. 

"Beat this knucklehead by a mile!" Raph grins widely, the mood light and easy for the first time in a while.

"Only because you cheated with that light pole turn!" Leo's own smile is brighter than its been as he shakes his head at his brother, speaking of. He cranes his neck to peer into the kitchen, finding it empty however, "Where's Mikey?" 

Splinter raises an eyebrow,

"He went out for some fresh air. As his message should have stated."

Leo takes his t-phone from his belt, a single message in the group chat, sent hours ago. 

"He went topside alone?" 

"Yes, as you and your brothers have all done. As I have trained you. Was I to keep him cooped up while you three had a night of enjoyment?" Splinters eyes speak volumes, and guilt hits Leo like a truck. 

"Still… Sensei, it's like the bad guys are drawn to him-" 

"He is a ninja." Splinters staff hits the floor with a silencing thwack, he shakes his head, obviously done with this conversation, "I'm going to meditate. I suggest you think about how you treat Michaelangelo, and ponder on his feelings of said treatment." 

The two eldest are left in silence, when Raph holds up his own T-phone,

"Is now a bad time to mention Mikey's tracker is offline." 

Two panicked 'What's!?' Echo across the lair. 

Mikey will never live this down. He'll never be allowed anywhere alone, he'll be lucky to leave the lair at all. 

His body is working against him, sluggish and heavy, hard to move. His head aches in swimming waves, and his scrapes from his rooftop stumble sting annoyingly. His mask has been taken, his weapons, pads and even his wrappings, he feels naked, vulnerable, he hates it. Around his wrists, manacles are locked tightly, a trail of chain leading to where wall and floor meet, where it is embedded deeply. His wrists are already raw despite his sluggish mobility. 

"Comfortable Mabayui hikari?" Above him lies the entrance, a rusty ladder leading down, two drainage pipes- barred up- are on either wall adjacent to the ladder. The head peering down at him is clad in foot clan garb and thus hidden, but Mikey knows a smirk when he hears one. 

"We prepared this place just for you Akarui chī. Since we know our new pet needs his water source." Another head appears, the largest foot ninja he's seen. They both chuckle as if they'd made the best joke, but Mikey can only think about the down hill slope his night has taken. 

"If you survive, maybe Master Shredder will keep you as his own pet. Or maybe we'll keep you our little secret, I'm sure we could have lots of fun." 

"See you when high tide ends, or not." 

The door slams closed and Mikey's panic skyrockets. They were serious. Those stupid drains were gonna let water IN, and Mikey was way too short for this ride! Wondrous adrenaline fills his veins as he struggles into a sitting position, yanking at the chains hoping something will give so he can get the heck out of here before he tests just how long he can really hold his breath. 

"He's not answering, I don't even think it's going through!" Casey calls as he enters the lair.

"I can't get a read on his T-phone. Last known location is from over 3 hours ago, so either someone must have the strongest signal jammer ever, or his phone's been destroyed." 

"Who da hell'd be stupid enough to take our brotha?" Raphs knuckles are bruised, likely from a destroyed draining dummy.

"Are we sure it didn't just die? I mean Mikey's usually good at keeping it charged but it's been a weird week, maybe he's fine and headed home now!" April has been wringing her hands since her arrival- no since the phone call- but she would much prefer this over what her anxieties are telling her. 

"Mikey knows better than to go radio silent for this long. It's not like him." Leo's crossed arms hide his pale knuckled fists, as he tries to keep a calm head about him. 

"I can sense something is wrong, We must hurry." Sensei exits his room, looking shaken from whatever his meditation had brought him. 

"Do you know where he is, Sensei??" 

"I believe I can get us close."

Mikeys paced the length of his dungeon more times than he can keep track of, chains keeping him from reaching the ladder and even the drains. He's yet to find anything helpful, wrists bleeding at this point from how much he'd struggled against the chains. Not even a grain of dust had been shed from where they connect to the wall, and it's freaking him out. Sounds echo around him, and each one is driving him more over the edge than the last, wondering if the waters finally come, or the foot, or Shredder himself. His stomach churns against nothing but bile and his head still spins with whatever they used to knock him out.

He hates this. Maybe his brothers are right, about everything. What good is he? He only causes trouble, and he can't even seem to get out of it, and this one should be easy! No, it shouldn't have happened in the first place. He should have stayed home, he should have been more cautious, more careful, more aware. Some ninja he is. Defeated by chains and-

Water. 

The floor is wet. 

It's begun.

Shell.

"Sensei the dock is too big, how are we supposed to find him!?" Donnie's panic is obvious, scanners going ninety to nothing, and eyes jumping this way and that as if he'll miss something. 

"Focus, my sons, you have been connected from the start, search that connection, and your brother we will find." 

The others watch as the three turtles make eye contact and tentatively do as they are told. Eyes closed, the family steadys their breathing and widens their senses, clearing their minds of nothing but their baby brother. 

"Mikey,"

"Come on lit'lle brotha,"

"Mikey, can you hear me?" 

Mikey kicks his feet, shoulders straining as he works to keep his head above water by leg power alone. His heart is pounding out of his chest, as he tries to calm his breathing, he needs to be calm, he could hold his breath longer than his brothers, he just needed to calm down. The water slowly climbs his neck and Mikey inhales before he's completely submerged. His extra lids slip over his eyes, he wraps the chains around his arms, wondering if the water would do anything to help his predicament. But his struggle only has bubbles escaping him, his last hope is to wait it out. 

He closes his eyes and simply floats. 

He couldn't tell you how long had passed, but the burning in his lungs and non changing water level indicates his fear. He wonders if the Shredder will boast about this, or if his brothers will forever be in the dark on how he died.

'Mikey'

He can practically hear them now. He hopes they had a fun night before he ruined it. 

'Come on lit'lle brotha'

Will they take care of Klunk and Ick? Who will cook Leatherhead his pizza soup? Who will get Raph to calm down, or Donnie to eat and sleep, or Leo to smile, or-

'Mikey, can you hear me?'

Guys, I'm sorry. I'm gonna miss you.

The three gasp at once, 

"Hurry!" They've taken off before the word even left their mouths, but the others are on their tails. 

The situation dawns on the others one by one, as they push to go faster, trying to think of how long the tide had been in. Their guts twist at the thought of being too late, what was the last thing they'd said to Mikey? Was it nice? Why did they have to wonder that? 

Raph slams into a door hard enough for its hinges to break right off the wall, the smell of wet hits them hard, of mildew and rust and sea water and age. The place is lightly furnished, but they are drawn to the hatch in the floor. Leo breaks the lock, Raph throws open the door, Donnie is the first to jump in, his brother a split second behind. Splashes are heard and breaths are bated. 

Mikey watches the bubbles drift upwards, chains holding his limp form in place, his lungs burn, he cant… he cant do it much longer. A disturbance above him, more bubbles, splashes of color, his eyes slip closed. 

He gags on the feeling of water swirling up from his lungs and stomach, the burn of no air and wrong pipes, he can barely get enough air in to cough any out, he's turned on his side, something is shoved down his throat, something hits the middle of his plastron, and water expels itself from every part of his face that it can. Nose, eyes, mouth, probably his ears, maybe his very pores. But finally, air enters his lungs after who knows how long. 

A tired glance shows his family, he offers a shaky smile, tears streaming faster, before it wobbles and falls, and he collapses into the nearest friendly. They could lecture him after a nap,

"We've got you little brother. It's okay now." 

And maybe it is…

[bruinhilda]

So.  It seems they did a movie “based on” the Missile Alert debacle back in 2018.  Only, y’know, they made it an actual missile and all. 

The trailer is painfully bad.  The vibe I’m getting from the ads is that this is a Christian film desperately trying to hide that fact.  There is a review on IMDB gushing about how wonderful it is and how it changed the reviewer.  Please note that the film won’t be released for another two days.  Funny how this review is dated from 2020 on a 2023 movie.

As someone who lived through the actual event, let me go over what actually happened:

On Saturday, January 13th, 2018, a large portion of cell phones in the State of Hawaii went off with the emergency alert.  Until this event, this was not an unusual thing.  We’d get this every goddamn time it rained hard, because any rain can cause the streams to flash flood and drown anyone fooling around nearby.  However, as it was bright and sunny that day, everyone went, “uh-oh.  Tsunami?”  As tsunami alerts are the other thing out here you can expect to set off the emergency alert tone on your phone.

I believe my exact words upon picking up my phone and seeing the missile alert message was, “you have got to be fucking kidding me!”

We hadn’t opened yet, so step one was get all of the staff in the work room to minimize the number of windows we were next to.  Step two was try to find any official word from anybody about what was going and and what we should do, if anything.

There was no word from ANYBODY, official or otherwise, for over half an hour.  Not even a,”yeah, we got this message, we’re trying to find out what’s going on” from the TV or radio news.  Nothing on the official websites either.  The period is referred to as the “38 minutes of terror,” and this was the main scandal, aside from the fact it happened at all.

Some people did panic.  There was an incident of parents putting their kids down into the sewer in Honolulu.  Reportedly, there was at least one heart attack caused by it.  People parked in the tunnels on the H-3 highway.  Some stores hauled people in off the street, and put them in back rooms or coolers or anywhere it seemed like shelter.  Wal-Mart, by contrast, reportedly threw ALL their customers outside and locked the doors.  A lot of people called loved ones to say goodbye, just in case.  Our security guard would end up being several hours late, because his neighbors were military, and they dragged him to the bomb shelter on the base, which was crowded with people, because in spite of the official armed forces “we knew it was fake,” stance, they still put their people into their bomb shelters until the official all-clear.

But for the majority?  Concern mixed with general disbelief.  The sirens never went off in most areas, which probably kept the panic down, but the lack of any word for so long actually made some of us wonder if it was for real, and that the people in charge just couldn’t find their own asses, or be bothered to give anyone instructions.  Certainly the news before this had been full of “North Korea has missiles that can probably reach California, therefore they DEFINITELY have missiles that can hit Hawaii.  We’re boned, people!”  Which is probably why our first thought wasn’t tasteless prank, or hacker trying to terrorize people.  It was plausible to us.

The Governor FINALLY got into his Twitter account, and word got around that it was a false alarm after all.  We opened at our normal time.  Some people laughed, some were pissed.  Pretty much everyone was glad it was a false alert, rather than an actual nuclear threat.  (I discovered my coworkers had never even heard of Duck and Cover, much less had any idea there was actual advice, pointless or otherwise, of what do do in the event of a bomb.)

The investigation found some shitty management in the department (said managers all resigning pretty much that week, because they knew they done fucked up), but the actual fuckup was caused by a dipshit on staff who set if off, apparently thinking the drill was the real deal, and then refusing to do anything to fix it, or even move out of his chair, while his coworkers scrambled to unshit the bed.

I call this person a dipshit because he subsequently refused to take any responsibility for the fuckup, went ON THE NEWS insisting he wasn’t to blame (while his superiors had taken great care to not release any identifying information about “the individual” in order to protect him from death threats and lawsuits,) and couldn’t decide on “I thought it was real,” or “I knew it was a drill but triggered it by accident,” as his defense. The official report noted that pretty much all of his coworkers had been complaining about his incompetence for years, while management did nothing.  Even the union apparently agreed, because he was fired.

Nobody has any confidence that they’ve really improved the system.  What did change is that Hawaii will no longer issue alerts for ballistic missiles.  As in, if it happens for real, we will NOT be informed beforehand.  Obviously that’s easier than making the alert system better, and/or creating actual shelters and plans for the civilian populace.

So, y’know, if you do decide to watch this “20 Minutes” movie, keep that in mind.  We will first know about an incoming missile when it explodes something.  Nobody’s gonna tell us beforehand to give us time to “get right with Jesus” or whatever.  And while I love me a good bad disaster movie, just the trailer made my head hurt.  I’m not watching any more of THAT.

If I want a completely fake “based on real events” movie experience, I’ll go watch Cocaine Bear, a movie that loudly and proudly owns its ridiculousness.