#THERES NO TILL IT GOES ON FOREVER

[all444miles]

i dont think ive clarified how down bad i am for toji because

its not even funny.

[mistyechoes]

i feel dizzy

[xanderisbraindead]

How to get the confidence to dress alternative in public: LONG POST {from a scene king!!}

I hear a lot of young teens online saying things along the lines of, “I would love to dress like that but I’m scared”. We’ve all been there, it takes bravery to step outside the box. Since 2020, there has been an uptick in alternative fashion, which makes things a little better, but it doesn’t mitigate the fear some people feel.

As someone who has been dressing alternative all throughout highschool and who I’d like to think has some 17 year old wisdom, this is how you can get the confidence to dress how you want. This can apply to other alternative fashion types like decora, punk, goth ect ect.

This post goes with a youtube video!! You can just watch it if you dont wanna read

Realize why you’re scared: Is it because you’re afraid of being different or picked on? Are you afraid of change? Do you think your friends/peers won’t care about you anymore? These are all valid reasons, and once you know why, you can start to tackle it. Change isn’t bad, everyone changes, change is natural. Look around at nature, seasons change, we grow and age, animals migrate and go through metamorphosis. You don’t have to be confined to one thing forever just because you weren’t born that way. As for the fear of being picked on, fuck those people. Do you know why people tease others? It’s because they’re insecure. Hurt people hurt people. When people see you being yourself and they wish they could do that, they take it out on you because in their heart, they’re jealous. You’re not the problem, they are. (If you’re afraid of being physically hurt, that is completely different and I would not advise putting your safety in jeopardy)

Start slow. While you’re still building your wardrobe, you can start slowly stepping out with small accessories and such. Add some kandi to your outfit or a tattoo choker. This is mainly to ease yourself into it. Big changes can be pretty scary and jarring, so easing into it can help you.

Have some role models. By this I mean, have people you look up to, people that are inspiration to you. Me? Some of mine here on tumblr are @xx-may4-malic3-xx , @xx-k1tsun3-k1d-xx , @xxdespairfactionashtonxx , @cigsnvalentines to name a few. Theres also some old scene queens, musicians, ect. Find whoever you want. I’m reccomending this, because when you see other people doing the same as you, it makes you go “if they can do it, so can I”. Most people probably wont even mind if you send them an ask about specific things (ik i dont, i love them).

Kinda the same point, but build a community. We have a pretty good community here on tumblr. Community is the backbone to everything. Ideally it would be someone irl, but not everyone is lucky enough to have cool irl friendz.

Fake it till you make it. Nobody has to know you’re scared but you. I’m not saying get super extroverted if you’re introverted and go around exuding confidence like a lazar beam. Dance in your mirror, hype yourself up. Take cool pictures and edit them, even if you don’t post them online. Learn to walk with your head up, again SLOWLY. As you start introducing more alternative elements into your wardrobe, wear them with pride.

Be the change you want to see. What I mean is if you want people to be kinder, you be kinder. Try to compliment someone every day. People actually aren’t as rude as you think, maybe I’m an optimist, but I think the average person isn’t terrible. Complimenting other people also makes you feel good, try it. Piggybacking off this point, don’t take things so personally. I know if can be easier to harp on the negative looks and comments you got versus the good ones, but you have to look past this. There are gonna be bad apples always, but their misdeeds can blind you from the people who think you’re pretty cool. Don’t let one bad apple ruin the bunch.

Lastly, realize being cringe is okay. Not just realize it, but internalize it. What even is cringe? Define cringe… Weird? Different? Everyone is different, everyone is weird about something. As I said earlier, some people are just too scared to be themselves. In 80 years when you’re old and looking back on your life, would you rather regret not being your authentic self, or think of all the fond memories of your life? Regret is one of the worse things in life, it’s terrible. There is nobody you can be but yourself. You’re you, so be you.

Remember that this is something that can take months or years. I feel like this past year and a half I have become fully confident in my fashion. I have been dressing alternative for 5 years for reference. I hope this could help someone.

If I wasnt clear on anything, feel free to send me an ask! Im more than happy to help!!

[syn4k]

i feel really fucking sorry for every historian that is going to have to research this century in this future. Hey I know this is a bunch of words on tumblr.com on an internet designed to degrade down over the years which is terrifying but like if anyone from the year 2110 or some shit like that manages to see this, please know that it sucked for all of us learning about this stuff too

if this post can be salvaged from the wreck of theseus' ship that this site will eventually become and survives until then, hello humans in the future. everything is very scary right now. i think everything's always been scary but its different when you're staring down entropy itself

here are a few things that i want people from the future to know:

in between all the crazy shit going on in the 21st century weve been eating dinner and petting animals and scheduling times to hang out with friends just like weve always been just like we always will be. for every huge groundbreaking event you learn about theres gonna be several million people at any time going "damn" and immediately putting their phones down and going to do regular shit cos life goes on man

we're still telling stories! just like always! and singing stupid little songs just like always and most of it will be never recorded and lost to time forever but please dont be sad even if you dont know the origin of a story or song just know that in creation you are connected to the past always :)

i hope the internets still up we got a lotta good shit on here

i love you. we love you

has tumblrs search function been fixed yet?

what version is minecraft on

seriously dont get sad about whats been lost. its ok. it was here once and it was beautiful

i love you

i love you

i love you

if you really are reading this in 2110 then i am almost certainly dead by now

(unless the events of 17776 by jon bois occurred in which case yippee! immortality! we still got 2 years til april 7th 2026. holding out till then o7)

i love you

[nyxi-pixie]

Hiiiii.

Sorry to bother you, I wanted to know if you had any fic recs? Your writing is so good and your tastes are immaculate, and I am starving for any kind of good content. Please?

its not possible to bother me love dw <3

NOW. i dont actually read all that much anymore bc i am horrendously picky but this does give me an excuse to hype up the few authors that have satisfied my unreasonably specific tastes 🤩.

so. a few bsd recs for you (except theyre 99% skk because im horribly predictable forever). everyone go read all of these and tell the authors how wonderful they are in the comments please <3

anything @booksandpaperss has ever written is genius work and everyone should read it. could talk abt all of their stuff for hours (and i have🤩 they put up w so much of me bothering them godbless). also our brains do some accidental crazy mind melding shit whenever either of us write fic so if you like any of my stuff you will like theirs. thats the rules. <3

like twin stars in the dark (we collide)- dead apple skk porn as a vehicle for 22skk analysis. makes me salivate i have read it so many times. they get 22skk better than anyone🙏

my lies are for you to keep (my love for you to lose) - the only take on beastskk that matters to me ever. you can actually see me losing my mind in the comment i wrote on this fic bc of how fucking insane every single line made me. theres SO much packed into this thing its fucking crazy i NEEEEED everyone to read it. thats all <3

till death, I'll give you my breath - dazai death timeloop. this fic terrifies me so much i await every update with my teeth chattering and my heart pulsing so rapidly i should be hospitalised. the first scene of chapter 2 genuinely had me on the verge of tears im unwell about it.

(elli also has some jjk stuff thats REALLYREALLY good and if ur into jjk u should check that out too.)

NOW. aside from being a propaganda machine for my fav writer ever. Heres some other stuff i love.

the second perspective by @wildflowerteas. murder mystery/detective noir stuff w some time fuckery. the au of all time. mashes aspects of beast, canon, and some extra special niko sauce into a mixing bowl and goes crazy w it. just Such a genuinely impressive piece of writing. i could talk abt the technical brilliance of it for hours but i will stop myself. you gotta commit to this thing because it WILL make u crazy. also i loveee the sskk. its like if we had the beast first meeting sskk forever. SOSO GOOD!!!!

did fate guide the gun or did you? by @kanetheo. i read this pretty soon after chapter 109 and it genuinely fried my brain for months. the writing style is beautiful (as for everything they write AUGHH!!!) and the angst is delectable. the way it intersperses more fun silly skk moments with just. complete misery. GOD. it just hits. ive reread it quite a few times and it never fails to make me go crazy. srsly cannot rec this enough.

the decomposition of dazai osamu by @hella1975 this shot several bullets through my brain and i still havent recovered. i keep thinking 'oh i should reread that' and then i dont bc some part of my brain still concerns itself w maintaining whats left of my sanity. BUT its crazy good and everyone should read it and suffer at least once. EVERYONE LOVES YOU OSAMU!!!! EVERYONE EATS YOU!!! line of all time lets all kill ourselves.

smoke held conversations by feralrookie - i havent reread this in a while but it does cool stuff with nlh and the skkisms are really good in this too. ppl often write teen chuuya as less intelligent than he actually is. hes very observant, esp of dazai, and this fic gave me that 🙏

i called your name til the fever broke by forest_raccoon - vampire chuuya. biting is involved. i blacked out reading it. enough said.

[murcielagatito]

have you ever wondered why exactly in new york theres such a massive puerto rico parade every year? why we get so excited when something as small as the flag 🇵🇷 motif when rio snaps at miles makes us go batshit with pride? wonder no more! heres a super short super condensed history lesson about puerto rico and our flag 🇵🇷🇵🇷🇵🇷🇵🇷🇵🇷

to first really understand this you need to know that puerto rico is still an american colony. we are severely affected by this in a lot of horrible ways and have been since the very beginning. our island is a strategic military colony and thats why america holds us tightly in their grip. we dont like that. and the ones that do have been severely brainwashed into thinking being a colony is better for us (its not america makes billions off of us and barely any of it goes back to the island)

on the right is what was the puertorican flag of the independence movement a direct threat to the american government in puerto rico. on the left, the pr flag from 1898 to 1952 (the blue was later changed to a darker blue but light blue will forever b a fave bc its so nice on the eyes)

in 1948 a law was passed that made owning and displaying our flag illegal. the american government proclaimed that it was to suppress the independence movement which like bruh thats super fucked up. it wasnt till 1957 that that law was abolished. 1957 was 66 years ago as of 2023. we never won the fight to be our own country but we won the right to own and wave nuestra bandera 🇵🇷🇵🇷🇵🇷🇵🇷🇵🇷

we have immense pride in our flag because america has tried to oppress us at every given opportunity and still does to this day. our people the tainos are still not recognized federally in america. we are still here. and we WILL continue to wave our flag till our fingers bleed 🇵🇷🇵🇷🇵🇷🇵🇷🇵🇷

share our history. please dont let us be forgotten. and thankyou for reading! taino ti!!! 🇵🇷🇵🇷🇵🇷

[anna-scribbles]

hey hey anna zo @zodoods back again after reading thirteen i am dumping my thoughts at you because wow idk where else to put them

if i had to describe thirteen as a feeling it would be like a pit in your stomach of nerves and grief and man the sick feeling i had while i read every one of adrien's interactions with emilie and gabriel...you are such a remarkable author truly

scenes that will rotate in my mind forever and ever:

adrien waiting till his mum is in a good mood to ask if he can go to school, immediately pulling back when he senses that he's displeasing her...i think this "people pleaser" behaviour is just so adrien agreste (as a child) that theres this real stark contrast to the 'present' bits where he's talking to marinette and he's not as afraid to displease her in the same sense??

gabriel pushing his son into modelling..the way he was so uncomfortable at the way he was being portrayed,,it really broke my heart like the lengths adrien goes through to please his parents

plagg putting sticky notes on things (being adrien's shoulder to lean on . as he should)

i need to sit on this chapter a bit like i need to let it rise in the oven that is my mind i need to open it like im opening a dusty box in the attic and brush away the dust its just it made me feel a lot and i think thats just a testament to this fic as a whole!!! cant wait for the next chapter <3

HIIIIII ZO IM ANSWERING THIS SO LATE BUT IVE BEEN THINKING AND SMILING ABOUT IT EVER SINCE YOU SENT IT<3333

oh that comparison between how young adrien's interactions with emilie are so fear-based still even though he loves her vs now-adrien isn't afraid of marinette oh im gonna cry so hard!!! yes you get it!!!!!

AUGH yyeah honestly while prepping to write this fic I did some digging into stories of child actors/stars and things they felt like they had to do and how it impacted them and I really wanted to get that discomfort and loss of autonomy across there

thank you SO much i love plagg and his sticky notes he's a menace and also my best friend<3

thank you thank you for reading and for such a sweet ask!!! ahh im gonna treasure it in my heart forever!

[humanteethmarksonhumanbone]

Updates on our beloved Molly??

so many, so much stuff, everything where do i even start this is going to take me forever to respond i just know it

(so idk if this means like general updates or lore (not your fault) but think is already getting really long but theres so much i need to say so i think i’ll make this a summary and then a master post with everything and tag you if you like 👍 )

general updates: i wrote another little story! its a non canon crackfic where she goes to brunch with some of the tma avatars, its silly its goofy. its not super recent persay but idk how to advertise it. and it has an oc from a jmart fic i wrote, she was supposed to be a one and done character but the parasites, the parasites made me expand her lore.

(btw the short story is ch.3 of her statement but im planning on making a separate series eventually)

Im also planning on writing other side stories aswell (ex: childhood, cats, outsiders pov, character analysis etc)

spotify playlist: also not like super recent but i forgot what you about. Its mostly vibes but some of them he specific reasons. and some billy joel & elton john cause those are who her cats are named after and the type of stuf she grew up listening too.

lore updates: i’ll start with the beginning. So ive been thinking about her childhood alot specifically with ms Gretchen and i have decided that they are (distantly) related like grandmothers sister or something because it makes more since on why Molly went to her. However Molly does really know/remember (she has a ton of stuff blocked out)

ms gretchen was in fair good health till she was like idk 10 so for a few years she taught her how to cook, read, write etc and home schooling her to the best of her ability

cats:

i have decided what her cats look like

Billy Joel (her childhood best friend, her neighbors cat)

brown cat with a white belly

Elton John (the stray that visits her dorm)

orange with a bit of white

right now i cant think of any more (i know i probably have more but brain yk) and this is already pretty late, but thank you thank you for the ask!! shes been festering around and i needed to actually write it down

tldr: short story/crackfic, spotify playlist, ms gretchen and moly are realtes and her health only really started declining when molly was about 10 but before she was an ok care taker, i think about her alot, and thanks for the ask!!

[whoreishghost]

like how do i even articulate that no matter what i do and how hard i try its not getting better? i dont sleep rlly at all, maybe a 3 ish hours total on a good night given how often i wake up and how late i get to sleep. im not rlly eating either bc im never fucking hungry and everything feels idk Repulsive to even consider putting in my mouth even when i am. im in pain and it doesnt end no matter how gentle i am w myself. i am in a constant state of almost complete panic bc of how much i am having to manage in terms of admin and life issues bc those dont ever seem to end either. i havent been able to take my medication in almost a month bc of nhs incompetence and i Know its making me worse bc im so fucking irritable all the time. i feel so fucking existentially empty and devoid of purpose or meaning or justification for my existence. i am alive so that the like 7 ppl who only talk to me so i can get the hrt wont lose access. im only alive bc if im not itll be my fault if my wife dies and it doesnt matter if i wouldnt know it bc i was dead the thought, the guilt of it as a concept forces me to continue against every fucking screaming molecule of my body begging me to just fucking give up. im almost constantly overwhelmed by this feeling that is so completely indescribable that i dont even know where to begin to explain it to myself let alone to someone else. im in pain and its not just bc im overworked or burned out or whatever, the mental fucking suffering im forcing myself to endure every day so everyone else around me can be ok, can be happy, can thrive and do what they need feels like its fucking shredding my nerves and ripping through my flesh. and im fucking trying and no one fucking gets that. no amount of being told "the change comes from within" is going to do anything about the fact that this is as much as i can do this is as hard as i can try i have no more effort or energy than i am already forcing myself to keep using even when i feel like i am empty and there is nothing left for me to use to keep going. i do all the things i shld as much as i can. but the longer it goes on the harder it is for me to help myself and then i just get accused of "not trying hard enough to get better" as if i am not giving it my fucking all. u try spending every night alone, in pain, caught in spiraling obsession after spiraling obsession of ur own fucking inadequacy and failure and immorality. u try to manage the fucking effort of trying and trying and reaching out and begging for help and being so fucking explicit about how bad it is only to be told it cant be as bad u say or that its not bad enough for support but that even if it were ud be too damaged and unstable to access it. i feel like im dying, or more like, i feel like im fading, like soon there will be so little left of me of who i want to be who i put so much effort into being that even the fragments of damage that make up the core of who i am are coming apart and disintegrating. there is going to be nothing left and i feel like im watching myself slowly fucking evaporate and lose everything over and over again and vanish more and more from reality from existence from myself that it wont be much longer till theres nothing left to salvage. i try and tell myself its temporary. it wont last forever. i look at photos to remind myself when it wasnt this bad but i cant believe it i cant fucking trust that its true and even more than that i cant make myself understand that it can change, it can be that again. bc i know it cant. i know it at such a deep and intrinsic level of myself. and its not even like im gna kms. theres no point. what is left to kill?

[rainset]

Project Zeus: VI

His useless mop slaps over perfectly white tiles molded together so perfectly that no distinguishing lines exist. No discerning feature of where one begins and the other ends. A purity of white slap continuous and ongoing- forever- in the dark.

And so he goes, following that white space. Between sliding doors, around steel lab tables, through the corridors, back to the spiral core. Where it’s pure black with only red lights for company. It’s always peaceful before they all arrive and everything gets too bright.

Zeus remains transient. Theres nothing but pure sensory of the layers of spiral grating above and below him as a beautiful fractle. His ancient mop completely useless to this particular area.

Any of his slop just falls through pores and drops into dark infinity. With only contrast being thick, dark chords taut to the endless ceiling. The only way out- a lift.

His neck cranes up. The massive seal kept shut by a thin line with a beam of moon light shining through, slightly.

Dancing right over his brown eye, his pupil, with particles dancing in the light.

His fingers start to thrum then soon, dance to the rhythm of dust. His mind taken completely from him, once again.

A vision come back before him of his own chambers where a bright white light blisters on, signaling her arrival.

His submarine door slams open and stomping in comes a tall, thin, blonde woman- crying. Her head down, sniffling, and immediately cradles his inferior form in her arms.

Her burning tears drenching his shirt. He’d put his book down and whatever he said then, is muffled to his ears now. His mother’s words, crisp and clear “I can’t take this anymore.”

She spills out sobs and details of her life, her society and how it’s all crashing on her. Her red face meets his, as he’s calm and pure as snow.

Zeus’s hand tried to rub his mother’s cheek saying “Loraine..” but she looks to him with disgust. “Why am I here..” she mutters, turning away. “You’re not him anymore.”

She gets up and repeats her previous steps, smashing the door close. His bed vibrated to that thrumming.

There’s something pulsing through him now.. it hurts. His fingers hurt. He drops his mop and grips his palm. Why is he in pain?

Jolts creep up his arm, through his shoulder and to his neck. He slaps his hand there and squeezes. Letting the pulsing pass until all is cool again.

Till his mind empties again and all those memories wash away as waves on a shore.. in and out.. in and… out.

Safely numbed, returns to his room once again.

A red light beaming on a rusted old capsule door.

[thesmi1ingcheshire]

Lend me your ear, and I'll give you my Heart.

In all honesty, Donnie really should have told his brothers where he’s been going for that past few months on his ‘runs’. It may have saved him the hassle later on. But this was his friend. He should be able to visit them when he wanted. Donnie huffed as he slid through the window, the black cat sitting nearby slowly blinking at him. The windchime that had been finally moved dinged as it hit the edge of his shell.

“Amethyst? That you?” His head turns to face the human that spoke up. A bright mocha-bark eye and a hazed brown eye trained onto him. A bright smile crosses her face, one hand freeing itself from the little pot holding a venus flytrap raised up to sign; ‘Hello, its been a while!’ at him.

“Not that long Stygian.” He chuckles, finally pulling himself into the apartment and closing the window with a click. “Hel’o Salem.” He croons at the black cat, offering him a chin scratch. ‘Salem’ lets out a soft ‘ow’ before jumping down and racing away, ‘Stygian’ sidestepping her cat to avoid stepping on him.

“Stuff’s been hitting the fan as of late. It feels like forever ago since you’ve been here.” Stygian says, setting the pot down on the window sill. “Dragons have been really active as of late. Haven’t gone out past 5 for the past week.” Donatello winced at that. Mikey and Raph had pointed that out as well on their last run to the surface.

“Yeah, we’ve seen it too.” He admitted, pulling away from the window to not draw attention, as Stygian closed the said curtains. “We’re probably going to have to cancel rooftop training till it all dies down.” A groan sounds from Stygian, her hands signing curse words. “Sydney, I’m being serious.” Donnie said, teeth flashing slightly in a near scowl.

Her hands stopped and she looked at him, eyes filled with worry. He never used her real name unless it was a necessary or a serious matter. Donnie felt his jaw clench a little. He hadn’t seen that look since their first meeting. He’d actually recoiled at the sight of taunt scar tissue that’d been burned into the left side of her face and damaged the left eye. Course, she’d screamed at seeing a very large turtle sitting on her fire escape with a gash in his arm. So, it took some getting used too on both ends.

“Damn, was… looking forward to that.” She hummed, hands signing the words as well.

“Sucks ass.” Donnie responded, hands also following his words. He paused, before reaching into one of the pouches on his side. “Hey, I fixed your hearing aid.” She perks, and came over to mutants side, curious. “Took a bit, but I finally got it working again.” 

“Ohmygod, you are a life saver!” Stygian squeaked, bouncing in place and hands clapping together. “Oooh it would have cost so much to get a new one! Quick! Lets see if it works!” Donnie couldn’t help but to laugh as she bolts over to the couch, nearly flopping into it before straightening on it, legs crossed and head tilted so he could acces the left ear.

“Slow down there, I know this is exciting! But it may still need some tweeking!”

“First time handling little things, Amethyst?” Comes her teasing croon as he looms over her with the hearing aide in hand. With his free hand, he gently smooshes her face, earning him a squeal of muffled laughter.

“That’s Donatello to you, missy.” He shoots back, the snapper showing his teeth as Stygian’s good eye playfully glares at him.

“Pretty sure I am older than you, doofus.” Comes the muffled come back, the end a bit clearer as his hand pulls away from her face and to the side of Stygian’s head. Donnie shushes her, now focused on the mangled ear. She goes still, head staying perfectly still while her hands drummed on her thighs. Carefully, Donnie sets the device in place in her ear, and turns it on with battered breath. Theres a flinch and a wince from Stygian, but she goes still again. Moment of truth.

“Does it work?” Stygian turned her head back from its tilted position before looking back at him. A broad grin erupted across her face.

“Huston we have landed.” Was all she said before Donatello whooped, his hands going right into the air.

“YES! HA! TAKE THAT TINY PIECE OF SHIT!” The snapper shouts, pointing at the hearing aid before doing a happy jig in place. Stygian in turn snorts, before bouncing up from her seat on the couch and joins him. Laughter filled the room, the mutant and human swinging to their own beat in joy of one's celebration. 

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Both of them froze in place. Donnie felt every muscle in his body go stiff, ready to pounce. Stygian, on the other hand whipped around, placing herself in front of the turtle(which thinking back to it later, Donnie couldn’t help but wonder why? She was smaller than him.)

“Hide.” The word comes out as an order. And he obeys. Ducking into the open door, and quietly pushing it just enough so it wasn’t closed, but ajar enough so he could see into the room. Stygian didn’t move for a moment, eyes darting from the door to the window. Quietly, she padded over to the window, her hands inching towards the window. He cursed under his breath. Donnie couldn’t hear what was outside of the window, and where he was, couldn’t see it either.

So instead, he trained his eyes on Stygian and her movement. Despite only training for a month at most, she’d been quick to pick up some moves. She’d already surprised him once with her strength, having sending him over her shoulder when he grabbed her(Stygian kept apologizing profusely afterwards, girl could throw). But it didn’t mean that she could fully defend herself like he could.

Stygian jumped back with a scream, pulling Donnie from his thoughts. Another, far more familiar scream sounded. Which was then followed up by a twack! and a ‘GAH!’ Donnie blinked, his brain trying to process who’d he just heard.

“Who the- What! WHO ARE YOU!?” Stygian had leaped back out of sight, but Donnie had caught sight of a book sailing through the air at the window.

“HEY! WATCH WHERE YOUR THROWIN’ THAT!”

Oh.

Leonardo couldn’t help but wince at the sight of the youngest member of their family get clocked right in the nose by the human living in the apartment that they’d creeped up to. The same on in which Donnie’s signal seemed to be sitting for the past 20 minutes. Mikey shot back with a curse, hands to his beak. Raphael in turn surged forward, ready to defend Michelangelo, when a book(or was it a magazine? The sizing of it was weird.) sailed out the open window and stuck Raph in the shoulder.

“Who the- What! WHO ARE YOU!?” Screamed a female, voice high and shrill. Leo again winced at the pitch, as Raph whirled on her, taking a step inside and shouted back;

““HEY! WATCH WHERE YOUR THROWIN’ THAT!” Ok, this was gonna get out of hand really fast, Leo couldn’t help to think as he pushed forward, a hand going to Mikey’s shoulder.

“You good?” He asks quietly, Mikey nods, hissing in pain, hands still clamped on his nose. The screaming inside seems to intensify as he slides in, his blue eyes scanning the room. Modest, a lot of easy to care for plants, A cat tower beside a bookshelf. His gaze then turns to Raphael and the human that owned the apartment. If Raph had hair, it would have been standing on end in anger, his tail moving in an agitated way. The human was the same way, her eyes somewhat wild and wide.

What caught Leo off guard was how one was a hazed over brown, and what looked like burn scars covering the upper left side of her face, going into the hair line, leaving puckered pale-pink lines criss crossing across to the back of her skull, down her neck and stopping at her bicep. Her hair looked like it was half shorn off(most likely because of the scaring) on one side, the other was long and wavy, blonde streaks from what Leo could only assume was from the sun.

Leo looked to his brother, who was starting to close the distance between the human and him.

“Raph stop, your freaking her out!” Leo had to shout even louder than the two to be heard. Raph whipped around to face him, his beak contorted into a snarl as the human dived for the counter, as if to grab something.

“Freaking her out?!?! She punched Mikey!” Raph hissed out, a finger pointed accusingly at the human, who’d reappeared with a knife in hand and looking a little more confused than before. The door to their right opened, causing the two turtles to flinch. Raph whirled on the spot, his teeth bared. Leo’s hand automatically went for his katana. Donatello glared at the two of, and Leo couldn’t help but feel a shudder go down his spine.

“You didn’t tell them??” All three brothers heads turned to look at the disgruntled woman. Her face was one of confusion, and frustration. “Dude!”

“What?” Donnie asked, raising his hands as if he was ready to chastise her.

“No No! Don’t ‘what?’ me!” She cut him off, hand raised, and knife on the counter. “You told me, that you where going to tell your brothers about me! And by the looks of it, you didn’t!” Her hands gestured wildly at Leo and Raph. She then looked passed the two, leaning a little before calling out. “You can come in Topaz!”

“Topaz?” Donnie asked.

“Shush up Amethyst.” She hissed out, turning her back to acces the freezer/fridge behind her. Both Leo and Raph cast him confused looks, and Donnie just quirked a brow and shrugged at them.

“Amethyst?” Raph echoed quietly at Donnie as the human sidesteped him to reach Mikey, hand still on his nose. They watched as in a soothing voice, she managed to get him pry his hand away from his nose to look at it, before offering a bag of ice. “And why’d you call Mikey ‘Topaz’?” She turned towards them again, her posture and stance slowly coming down from the defensive one.

“Well, cause he’s purple.” She pointed to Donnie. “And the gem is that color as well. So, Amethyst.” She hums out as Mikey slowly(but gratefully) takes the ice bag. “I am so sorry for punching ya buddy, you did scare the shit outta me.”

“‘S alright.” Mikey slurred, his voice nasually from the blow. “Ya punch hard.”

“Can thank my older brother for that one.” The response comes out a bit of a sad chuckle before patting his arm. “Sit, please. Mind the cat.” Leo blinks in surprise as a shadow moves away from Mikey’s legs, hissing before darting into the room that Donnie had come out of, and vanishing. Again, his gaze falls upon his purple-clad brother, who groans.

“Leo, Raph, Mikey. This is Sydney, aka Stygian. Stygian, these are my brothers.” He grumbles out, hand moving to point to the representative people. ‘Stygian’ blinked owlishly at them, regarding them with a careful eye.

“And how is it that the two of you met?” Raph growls, arms crossing.

“He fell on the fire escape and somehow managed to gouge his arm on a rusted spot,” Stygian says pointedly, her hands going on her hips. “So your Ruby?” Raph’s golden-yellow eyes go big, and Donnie couldn’t help but to let out a snort of amusement at his younger brother's face. “I like his fire, Amethyst.” Raph starts to sputter, and Leo couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at Raph floundering under Stygian’s comments. Mikey seemed to howl in laughter as they all watched a cheshire smile broaden on her face.

It was hard to believe that this happened so long ago. Stygian had become a part of their little family. Casey and April had really taken to her, and it didn’t take long for her to gain his brother's trust. Splinter however, took a bit longer however. But with her interest in learning ninjutsu managed to bridge the gap. Now, they were all fighting side by side.

“Heads up Amethyst!” Donnie ducked, a metal pipe whiffing over his head. The Purple Dragon’s eyes widened upon realizing that he missed. Donnie kicked his leg out, knocking the man onto the ground face-first.

“Thanks for the heads up Stygian!” He calls out, bo whipping around to strike another that had started to charge him, then dipping down to allow Stygian to leap off his shell to tackle another dragon to the ground.

“No problem!” Comes her cheerful chirp, her tonfa smacking the downed Purple Dragon before rolling off of him and into another.

“This is the third group tonight!” Raph shouted, the pommel of his sai cracking into the forehead of one dragon and his elbow colliding into another. “You sure your bro is in on this Stygian?!”

“He’s gotta be… I can’t think of anyone else that would follow through with his crazy plan to try to blow up mutants!” Stygain yells again, dropping as Mikey sails through the air, feet first into the chest of another one of the gang members.

“Casey and April said they found the bomb! And they think they have the last location of the stock pile!” Leo grunts, his shell pressing against Donnies, panting heavily. “Almost there guys!”

“Last ones down!” Mikey whoops, twirling his nunchuck in his free hand, a foot on the back of the groaning man. 

“Alright… Load up people! We got one more!” Leo called out as April and Casey raced out of the building. Donnie sighs, chest heaving as he watches his brothers and friends start to make their way out of the alley, slowing down only for Stygian. She’d started to slow down, looking down at the beaten gang members. The look on her face… He’d only seen it once before.

“You sure your up for this?” Donnie asked once he’d slowed down enough to match her pace.

“No.” Was the simple response.

“You don’t have to do this then.” He pleaded. Mocha-bark and hazed brown met his red, a storm brewing in them.

“I don’t have a choice. I am not losing this family.” Her tone was short, clipped. Donnie watched as she picked up her pace, pulling ahead of him briefly, his mind going back to what had happened a few weeks ago.

“Donatello… I am trusting you with this you know.” Donnie looked over at Stygian, confused. A thin sheen of sweat covering her brow, what hair she hadn’t cut short was plastered to the side of her face.

“You know you don’t have to tell me.” He pointed out, a bottle of water in hand. She shook her head.

“I lent you my ear from the very start…. You’ve… asked about my past.” Donnie froze. “Its only fair for you to lend me your ear.”

“Ok….” Donatello said, setting down his bottle, and clasping his hands together. Stygian sunk into her chair, blowing air through her nose and bringing a bandaged hand to her face.

“I am assuming you’ve heard of ‘The Demon of Dragons’?” Donnie nodded, thinking back to the news articles that he’d found on that particularl character. Killed his family with an explosion which disfigured him; badly. Some how managed to escape from jail and has been on the run for a while now.

“I’m his sister.” Stygian said, voice far quieter than it should have been. Donnie froze, red eyes going wide.

“Your shitting me.”

“Nope.”

“I thought-”

“I got really lucky.” Donnie felt his mouth snap shut, his eyes scanning her as she slumped forward, eyes downcast and her chin was in her hands. The scars where shining in the light. He wanted to ask. He really did. “Yep… that same explosion is the reason why I have these scars.”

Silence permeated between the two of them. Donatello stared at Stygian, gaging her emotions. Her throat bobed, as if she was trying to fight back tears.

“I’ve been told I wear my heart on my sleeve Donnie… I have been told that so many times.”  Donnie straightens a little, watching as Stygian slumps forward more, a hand going to her eyes. “And because of that… Their gone… My family. Just… gone.” Her voice coming out as shuddering gasps.

“It’s my fault.”

“No.” Stygian looked up, her good eye starting to turn a little pinkish. Donatello’s face had harded, jaw set. “What your brother did, was not your fault.” His hand reaches out, dwarfing Stygian’s as his fingers wrap around her own. “Your brother made that choice. You didn’t.” They stared at one another, tears starting to stream from her eyes before she leans forward, leaning on Donnie, quiet sobs sounding from his shoulder. In turn, he wrapped his arms around her. “Thank you.”

“For what?” Stygian’s voice came out very quiet.

“For trusting me with your heart.”

Donnie back handed one of the Purple Dragons that had gotten to close to him, a scream ripping through the air as Mona plowed right into the group of them. He couldn’t help but to wince a little at the sound of them, knowing that when the police came, they’d be bound to the hospital. He then flinched at the sound of a pop, and Casey yelling over the sounds of battle.

“THEY HAVE GUNS!” Donatello swore, again swinging his bo to crack another upside the head, noting the pistol that dropped form their grip. Great, now he had to worry about getting shot. There’s another pop, and a quick yip.

“Mikey!” He hears Leo call out.

“I’m fine! Grazed me!” Their younger brother yells back, backflipping and clipping a Dragon in the chin as he goes by, Raph going in after the offender with the gun with a punch to the side of the head.

“Fuck! They got metal plates in their skulls or what?!” Raph barked out, kicking at two that came from the sides.

“Maybe it’s to protect their thick skulls from anymore damage?” Stygian offers, ducking under the arm of another goon and kicking him between the legs before punching him. “Seems like something that they’d do!” Mikey laughs at the notion, only for Raph to groan and role his eyes.

“Focus you guys!” Leo yells, slashing at another one of the goons. “I’d rather not have anyone get shot today!”

“Easy for you to say, Fearless!” Raph snaps back.

“Been easy so far!” Donnie yells, smacking a gun out of a hand, and kicking them away. A scream rips through the air, loader than the fighting. Donnie whipped around to see a man with a tangled mane of carrot red hair, a revolver in his hands as his one good eye whipped around, staring at him, his brothers and the others.

“Should’a known better than to hire this dipweeds to do the dirty work.” The man rasped out, the scaring on the right side of his face making the words come out like a lisp. Donnie felt dread pool into his stomach. The Demon of Dragons.

Stygian’s Brother.

No, no time, focus on whats in front of you, Donnie had to force himself to focus on the Purple dragons still rushing him. Stygian was no longer in sight.

Where did she go?

“Sister! How kind of you to join us!” He hears her brother exclaimed, followed a yelp of pain.

“No! This ends now, you fucker!” Stygian yells out, and Donnie catches her slapping her older brother with the tonfa. The chaos of the fight started to increase tenfold. The pops started to get more and more frequent, the sounds of screaming and yelling getting loader and loader. Donatello’s arms where starting to hurt.

Someone slammed into him. A yip pulled itself from his throat, and his head whipped around. The sound of pops ripped through the air, nearly hitting him. Stygian had football charged him.

“Thanks!” He said, breathless.

“No… no problem… Amethyst!” Came her reply, also, just as breathless. “I uh…. I don’t see him anymore?”

“Think he ran?” Donnie asked.

“If he did… then he’s a coward…” Stygian spits out. Donatello didn’t question the strain in her voice.

“Come on, we still have a job to finish.” Donnie said, patting her shoulder. Stygian chuckled, a tonfu spinning in one hand.

“Bet I can take more out than you.”

“I’ll hold you to it.” Donnie grinned, teeth flashing at his friend. Stygian mimicked him before the duo jumped back into the fray.

It was over.

The Demon of Dragons had fled. The bombs where… difused. Victory should have felt good.

Stygian’s brother was still on the loose. He was still a danger to everyone, mutants and humans alike.

Three of the Purple Dragons that had been in his employ had been killed by him. The air was somber as they loaded up into the Shellraiser.

And things where only going to get worse.

Donatello was focusing on getting back to the lair when Mikey screamed in the back. His head whipped around, and watched as his youngest brother quide Stygian to the floor of the truck, the others starting to crowd around her.

“April?”

“Here! I got the wheel, check whats going on!” April urged, hands now on the wheel, Donnie moved out of the way, allowing her to take the seat as he moved as quickly as his body would let him. An rusty smell filled the air as he got closer to where Leo and Mikey where trying to rouse Stygian.

Blood. Stygian was covered in it. It coated Mikey’s palms, and was smeared across his bicep. Leo hands where pressed down on the right side of her chest, the light green of his scales slowly turning red. Then Donnie remembered.

Stygian had tackled him. She’d prevented him from getting shot.

“He shot you.” The words came out before his brain had time to process what had just been said. Leo shoot him a look, and the wounded woman gave a half hearted smile.

“Couldn’t… let my idiot of a… brother… shoot you…” The words were weak, breathless. Leo’s quiet voice of ‘turn her’ sounds, and his hands replace his older brothers to apply pressure on the wound.

“Did it go through?” Donnie asked, worry starting to become much more prominent on his face. He watched as Leo bit his lower lip and nodded. “How bad?” Those words came out a little more horse than he would have liked. It was a stupid question in hindsight, he could see how pale she was. She’d been bleeding for a while. “Damn it why didn’t you say anything!”

“Didn’t… think it was that bad.” Stygian manages, a low groan of pain clipping the end of her sentence as they set her back down. “Is it cold in here?”

“Fuck! We gotta take her to a hospital!” Casey spit out, pulling his phone as if to look for the fastest route.

“Closest one is 20 minutes, Case! Not including traffic! Raph spat back, gripping the side of truck as April made a sharp turn. “Lairs closer! We can stitch her up there!”

“She’ll bleed out before we even get there, Raph.” Leo grits out, bandages in hand as Mikey and Donnie lift Stygian up enough for the wound to be wrapped. Her breathing was coming out in short and weak gasps. Donnie could feel her pulse, it was growing weaker.

“Guy’s…. She’s dying.” Mikey had beat him to it. He looked up at his youngest brother, his blue eyes wide as they looked from Stygian to the rest of the group. Dread and silence hung in the air like a noose hanging from a deadmans neck. 

Panic started nibble at the back of Donatello's mind. Ways to save his friend where quickly brought up, only to be just as quickly discarded. Stygian was going to die. Sydney was going to die. Then a thought hit him like a ton of bricks.

Mutagen. The same mutagen that had mutated him, his brothers, and father. The same mutagen that healed Aprils dad when he’d been injured. They had some. Not a lot, but enough for when one of them got hurt. They where minutes from the lair maybe.

Sydney didn’t have that time.

“Get me the transfusion kit.” The words where clipped, fast.

“Don?” Leo asked, confusion in his tone as Donnie gripped the compression sleeve off her left arm, yanking it off, ignoring the soft whimper from Stygian.

“Transfusion kit. Now!” He barked out, head snapping behind him. Mona was the first one to move as he pulled off the second compression sleeve. “Sydney, look at me. I need you to look at me!” Dull brown meets his, confusion filling them as Donnie grips the side of her face.

“Donnie?” Her voice comes out, half slurred and in a stutter, skin clammy under his fingers. “H-ands fe-e-eel weri-d.”

“I know. I know Syd.” He breaths out, eyes darting to the side as Raph settles by Leo, the two of them getting the kit ready, before he looks back down at Stygian.

His friend.

His friend that he didn’t meet through April or the others.

The one he made on his own time.

The friend that showed him different songs. The friend that danced to said songs with him.

The friend that got him library books for him when he was busy with things at the lair.

The friend that lent him her ear when he needed to vent.

The friend that trusted him with her heart.

“Do you trust me?” Stygian…. Sydney seemed to glare at him.

“W-w-whhat k-k-k-kind of ques-estion… is th-that… dumb dumb.”  Her responce came with a weak smile. One of her hands had managed to snake up, and gently gripped one of his that was still holding her face. “Wh-why wo-wouldn’t I t-t-trust you?” Donnie felt his face pull into a tight, and worried line before letting go of her face.

“Keep her as awake as you can Mikey.” He murmured, taking a disinfectant wipe, and scrubed the crock of his elbow. He was about to do the same to Sydney’s arm when Leo grabbed his wrist.

“Don. Are you sure about this?” Raph asked, his gold eyes filled with concern as Leo turned to scowl at him. Donnie looked down at Sydney, her eyes slowling blinking at him before looking to his brother.

“If I don’t, she’ll die.” The words where strained.

“You don’t know what your blood will do to her!” The same strain of worry could be heard in Raphael’s voice as well. “What if it kills her??” Donnie stopped briefly, the disinfectant wipe in hand going still over clammy skin. Raph had an unfortunate point, as much as he hated to admit it.

“Then at least we tried… right?” Donnie said, his voice finally cracking. Raph didn’t say anything, his head dipping down to hang as he turned his attention back to his work.

Clean the site.

Clean the needles.

Leo handed him on of the clean needles. The size was… bigger than what he thought it was. No, don’t focus on that. Don took a moment to squeeze her bicep in order to find a vein, which wasn’t hard to find the biggest one. This time, Sydney didn’t react to the pain when the needle slid in. Her gaze stayed locked onto his as he did the same to his arm, with him gritting his teeth lightly.

It took a moment, but everyone soon watched as bright red blood started to drip down the line from Donnie’s arm to Sydney’s. Slowly, she blinked at him.

“Hey Don?” Donatello perked when she said his name.

“Yeah?”

“Remember… the song I played a week after we first met?”

“You’ve showed me a lot of songs since we first met. I’m… I’m afraid your gonna have to be specific about which one.” Donnie said after a moment of thinking.

“Bleeding… out… By Imagine… dragons… remember?” Her voice was ungodly soft, he had to lean to hear her better. His arm hurt.

“Yeah… Yeah I remember that…” He hums, nodding his head.

“I just wanted… wanted you to know…. T’s not your fault.” Donnie stopped, eyes locking onto hers.

“I know that.” He retorts. Her gaze hardens as best as it can in her haze.

“And I know that look.” Comes the tired, yet snappy reply. Sydney started to cough, and Mikey had to steady her as it passed. “I’ve seen you make it enough times to know that your blaming yourself… Stop… Stop that.” Donnie couldn’t believe this. She was scolding him!

“Don’t… Don’t argue with me… ab-about this, Don. It was either you…. Or m-me… Got that?” Don felt his jaw go slack as another coughing fit racked through Sydney’s chest, specks of blood splattering on the floor when she turned her head.

“Stop talking, damn it!” Mikey hissed as the coughing started to subside. Her breathing was getting heavier, quicker.

Damn it why wasn’t it doing anything?! His head was starting feel foggy.

“Crumbs…this really is starting to hurt…” Sydney mumbled, eyes starting to flutter… at least Donnie thinks they are, his vision was starting to get… hazy? Or was it getting blurred?

“Donnie?” Leo’s voice sounded far away. Others started talking, the Shellraiser was starting to slow. “Donnie?”

“Guys! Stygian-!”

“I see it! Get that outta her! We’re moving them!”

“Holy shit, whats happening?”

“Donnie! Don, stay awake!”

Donatello’s vision finally went black as he heard Raph call his name, the needle being pulled form his arm as his head was set down on cool ground and dim lights of the lair.

He didn’t know how long he was out for. All Donatello knew was that that transfusion took more out of him than he was expecting.

“Nice to see you awake.” Donnie squinched his eyes more, before slowly cracking them open. A blurred Raphael slowly came into view, a small half smile on his face. “Evenin’.”

“I feel like shit.” He said, bringing a hand to his face and running it down the length of it. Raph offered his brother a juice box.

“You still look like it.” Raph in turn shoots back as Donnie takes the box and slowly sips at it.

“How long-” Don starts to ask before Raph answered the half asked question.

“Half an hour, I think.” He looks down at his hands, shrugging and sucking in a breath. “Syd wasn’t woken up yet.” Donnie perked hearing her name.

“She alright? Did it work?” He says, worry creeping in. Raph nodded again, only to bite the bottom of his lip.

“It worked….” Raph started, his digits tapping on his thigh, as if he was trying to say something. “A little to well if you asked me.”

“What do you mean?” Donnie asked again, eyes narrowing a bit as he sets the near empty juice box down to the side, legs swinging off the side of the couch(when did he get onto the couch?).

“She’s a mutant Don. Your blood mutated her.” Raph looked up at him, as if to gauge his brothers reaction to the news. Donnie froze, eyes wide as he stared at Raphael, watching him. His posture didn’t change, not like the times he was fibbing about something.

Raph was telling the truth.

“Show me.” Donatello said after a minute, eyes hard, almost unfocused.

“Can you at least finish you juice?” Raphael says, a brow raising as he stands up, matching Don as he slowly gets up.

“Later. Show me.” Raph puts his hands in the air to placate him, offering his arm for support as Donnie stumbled briefly. Grateful, he partially leaned on Raph.

“Head still spinning?” Raphael asked. Donnie nodded, hand going to his head and rubbing his eye. “Told you to finish the juice box.”

“Shut.” Donnie growled a little as they made their way towards the entrance of the medbay.

Leonardo, Michelangelo, and Master Splinter turned to look at two that had just entered the medbay, and Donnie froze. The monitor steadily beeped, indicating that Sydney was in fact alive. But he didn’t account for… well…

Raph wasn’t wrong, but it wasn’t the concept of her being a mutant. If anything, she looked vaguely(very) similar to how he looked, but the coloring was off, lighter than his it seemed, and the proportions where smaller than his. But her arms and face where a slightly darker tone, similar to her tan in the summer. The burn scars still the weird light-dark shade that marred the side of her face, neck and shoulder.

“When…” Don’s voice caught in his throat, and Raph wasn’t sure if he was enthralled or just… stunned.

“Started right around when we got back. We…” Leo hung his head, unsure what to say at first before finding the words. “You’d started to black out… and we thought she was having a siezure.”

“It’s likely that she did.” Mona pointed out, coming over with some bandages. “When you went down, she stopped talking and her eyes rolled into her head, started shaking after that.”

“Doesn’t mean a seizure though.” Donnie pointed out, shaking loose Raphs grip as he takes his fathers place bedside. There was movement under Sydney’s eye lids, her mouth parting briefly, but wide enough to reveal sharpened canines. “Her breathing sounds better.” He murmurs, hand brushing against her forearm. Cool, slightly damp. Not clammy like it had been not even an hour(or was it half hour?) ago.

“Your blood did the trick. But… I…” Leo hung his head. “We don’t even know the damage from the blood loss caused until she wakes up.” The final bit came out quiet. Don’s hands squeezed the railing on the bed, jaw pulling tight as he stared down at Sydney’s arm.

In an attempt to help, he’d instead doomed her to a different life.

All he wanted to do was help, and he made it-

“Oi.” The word was so quiet, yet so sudden that Donnie visibly flinched. “Your squeezing to hard.” The words where slurred, but there was a familiar chime of mild annoyance to them.

Maroon met a hazed mocha-bark. Sydney gave him a lopsided grin, all of her teeth showing.

“Hi.” Don felt his knees go weak briefly, his hand wrapping around Sydney’s smaller one. “You look like shit, man.” She murmmers, grin fading to a closed mouth smile, filled with worry.

“Right back at ya Syd. Right back at ya.” Donnie retorts, a grin of his own creeping across his face. “How you feeling?” She pauses, blinking as she looks around the room, the others watching her with battered breath.

“Tired, weirdly.” She mumbles, trying to shift up a little. “Heavy? Like some one gave me a backpack and put a weighted blanket in it? Is there something at my back or somethin’? It feels weird.” Sydney looks at Don, the haze still in them. “What happened? I… I remember the truck. You mentioned something about a transfusion?”

“Yeah uh… It was the only quick way I could think of to help you.” Donatello admitted, his thumb running over her knuckles.

“Figured… but… why do I… feel weird-oh.” Donnie almost misses as she looks over at her other arm and raises it to look at it. The whole room sucks in air as Sydney goes still, staring at her now three fingered hand. His jaw clenches again, expecting a scream. “Well… this isn’t how I thought my day would go?” Donnie blinks, and looks to her face.

Eyes wide, head curious tilting as she flexes her fingers before looking to the other hand, still wrapped in Donnies. Sydney gives it a test squeeze. Don only offered a little smile once he felt the pressure.

“This is wack.” Sydney says bluntly, looking around the room again, before a sudden realization dawns on her, her face turning to that of disappointment. “I had a really fucking cute dress I wanted to wear too!”

The room burst into laughter, the tension finally snapping.

“I’m serious guys! It had fuckin’ pockets! Pockets man! And not the shitty ones you normally get!”

“Why are you worried about pockets?” Leonardo manages to snort out, grapping a nearby shelf to support himself on as he laughs. Donatello’s shoulders shake from the force of his muffled laughter, forcing him to grip the sides of the bed just to keep himself up. He felt Raph again at his side, gripping his upper arm in an attempt to keep him on his feet.

“Don?” Sydney’s grip on his hand tightened as Raph grabbed a chair that was close and brought it closer.

“He’s alright Neon.” Raph grumbled, patting his shoulder. “He just needs another juice box.”

“Shut.” Comes the half slurred response as Donnie rests his forehead into his arm, no longer trying to hide the foggy feeling that had come back full force. He felt Sydney place a hand on his shoulder, gently rubbing it, and the worried gaze that seemed to bore into his shell. “Your face will get stuck like that you know.” He teased gently, slowly looking back up at Sydeny.

“Shush you.” Comes her tired hum. “I’d scold you for being a dumbass… but I am really tired still.”

“Tired?” Donnie asked, trying not to sound surprised, even though it did.

“Yeah…. That and I need to sleep on….” She waves her hand as if to empathize her mutation, her smile pulling into a tight line. “This… whole thing.” Sydney looks back at Don. “And we do need to talk.” Don grunted in response. “... Can you stay though?”

“Don’t mind staying.” He hummed, head drooping a little. “Don’t think I really should be moving anyway.”

“Thats a mood.” The words come out half slurred. “And Am-... Donnie?”

“Hm?”

“Thank you for saving me.”

“.... Your welcome.”

This au turtles belong to @68spidey enjoy :D

[nintendouniverse2023]

Bowser Presents Peaches

(Once a pond a time in Bowsers main airship but part first class in the middle of the sky at night. The Koopa Guard were keep in watch to make sure nether The Mario Bros trust pass here. When Mario was behind the copter leg keep in watch for the window roof on the steel. Suddenly a sneeze came from Luigi, which scared Mario a bit, Mario confronts Luigi about that.)

Mario: *Whispers* Luigi! Not so loud!

Luigi: *Whispers* Sorry Mario, It’s-a so cold tonight.

Mario: *Whispers* I know-a. Im-a cold too, but we need to stay quiet. Our lives were nearly on live here.

Luigi: *Whispers* Ohhh. I wish our sister was here with us right now, she ussally come with-a hot drink before leavening at night time adventures. Maybe bring-a two more for use you know?

Mario: *Whispers* Mara is in bed right now back at home, right now, we just need to get-a Peach from The Green Scaled Hot Head but with stealth this time. Check if theres any luck getting through-a.

(Luigi goes to the leg to found out the Koopa is walking away from the glass celling.)

Luigi: *Whispers* Okay, He’s-a gone.

Mario: *Whispers* Let’s-a go!

(Mario and Luigi quickly tipped toed towards the table all they way to the glass celling. They lakes on top of it as they watched.)

Luigi: *Whispers* So what’s the plan-a?

Mario: *Whispers* I don’t know, just stay stealthy For now. Just wait till whatever this is, then will make our move once it’s dark.

(Inside the room was a big room with a red soft floor. Some line windows on the left and right walls. 100 tables of some of Bowsers Troops and Koopa citizens for Darklands were at eating their meals for tonight. Boom Boom in tie and Pom Pom in a dress has already put tied up Princess Peach)

Princess Peach: Whatever Bowser was planning to do to make me be his finance, it won’t work!

Pom Pom: Oh nothing, Just a song to you Mushroom heart to convince you to make out with the King.

Princess Peach: Your Hilarious l:

Pom Pom: Thank you! I get this a lot during training in the dojo. Your a prefect guest star… or a forever guest. Come bro, lets get the show on!

(The curtains opens to reveal a piano, two flame holders and a huge star. The Koopa Sibs behind the Piano and Peach began to quite the audience.)

Pom Pom: Excuse me every Koopa! Can I get everyone’s attention? Guys? Guys?

(But they audience still didn’t get their attention, So Boom Boom, banging the floor so loud in frustration saying.)

Boom Boom: SHE SAID GET OUR ATTENTION YOU BLABBER MOUTH!!!

(The Audience got scared and began to listen.)

Boom Boom: Jess! I have to do everything for you, do I? *To the audience* This show will now commence! Tonight we proudly present the future queen of Dark Lands, Princess Peach! Now before we do, make sure their will be no talking (unless whisper talking), no texting and no trash talk! Break them, then your bounced off the airship! No Parashoot! Now presenting the main singer for tonight, The King of Koopas! The Master of Flaming Blast of laser! The Raging Tyrant to Toad! The deep hearted rocker and romantic koopa! KING BOWSER!!!

(As the audience clapped while Boom Boom and Pom Pom take a seat to the near by tables, Bowser came walking in the stage and began to take a seat on the piano chair. He snaps his fingers revling the Star to make a pink glow as well as the fire and smoke machine was pink as well. Bowser make a confident deep breath and then starts playing on the piano.)

Bowser: This one is for my one and only true love…Princess Peach.

Princess Peach: Oh Brother 😒

Bowser: *singing* Peach…Your so cool. And with my Star we’re gonna rule… Peach…Understand…I’m gonna love ya till the very end! Peaches (10x), I LOVE YOU!!! OOOOHHHH! Peaches (10x), I LOOOOOOVVVVVVEEEEE YOOOOOUUUUU!!! OOOOHHH!!!

(While Bowsers bust resting his throat for a bit, Pom Pom whispers to her brother saying)

Pom Pom: Wow. Never expected that he had such a voice. You think Ludwig might have-

Boom Boom: Shhhhhh!!!

Pom Pom: Just saying… 😠

Bowser: *singing* Mario, Luigi and a Donkey Kong too! A Thousand troops of Koopas couldn’t keep me from you. Princess Peach, that the end of the line, I’LL MAKE YOU MIIIINNNNEEEE!!! OOOOHHHH!!! Peaches (10x) I LOOOOOOVVVVVEEE YOOOUUU!!! PEACHES! PEACHEEEEEEESSSS,! PEAAAAAAAAAACCCCCHHHH! PEAAAAAAAAAACCCCCHHHH!

(Bowser kept screaming Peach so loud that the windows began to break including the celling window that caused The Mario Bros falling down crashing into one of the tables. The piano stops as Bowser looks at the bros. Luigi teases Mario saying.)

Luigi: So much for stealth…

Mario: Oh Shut up!

(Bowser began to stand in front of them as The Audience run off with some of the troops began to fight.)

Bowser: Mario! How on earth you get here!?

Mario: Your deaf making song! That is what, Real lady killer! NOT!!!

Bowser: *Offended Gasped* ILL BURN YOU TO A CRISP FOR THAT!!!

(Bowser use fire blast as the bros dodged the attack. Mario knocks out some Koopas and throws two shells at him. Bowser launched him at Mario and smashed the floor, launching Mario and hurting him. He gets ups with a fire flower and activates it as he runs off. Bowser chases after while Luigi was forced to fight Boom Boom and Pom Pom. Luigi dodges the attacks while Pom Pom throws her ninja stars at him. Luigi saws Boom Boom charges at him, giving him a chance to leap frog on him, making him accidentally punched Pom Pom with some of the troops out. Which gives Luigi a chance to knock Boom Boom out with a table, he manage to flip over to his head. The Sledge Bro attacks Luigi as he pushed him to the floor and finsh him off with a hammer, but knocked out by a free Princess Peach with he side B smash attack.)

Luigi: Peach your free!

Princess Peach: Yeah. Boom Boom forgets to checks my pockets for a paper clip. Just some innocent Princess to me am I? Anyhow, I take you and your brother heard the song?

Luigi: Yeah, it was loud but yet beautiful that same time! They should get a album of his music someday!

Princess Peach: Let’s just get out of here.

(And so Luigi and Peach ran to an extra clown car, controlled by Mario who just defeated Bowser once again and flys off to first bring Peach back that the castle, then go straight home.)

The End

[pinkseas]

[parasocial bestie] to both responses on ur wip fics; i'm not a writer myself, like in a fic way altho i pour my brainrots out in a narrative way its a Mess, but i get what you mean!! it does feel like the more you stretch a story out there's bound to be a lot of loose ends and gaps you need to fill since you basically expanded it. in a way its how it is with drawing when you do big Big projects, having too much blank spaces over your main subjects without a decent background of the piece can get Annoying.

"i have my overall goal and less of an idea of how to reach it" OKAY BUT PERSONALLY? not even gonna relate genshin than my own original stories i always have this problem and still do, like. having a Beginning and End but literally almost no middle bc theres SO MUCH TO FILL and you have to think how it progresses chronologically And logically how it reaches the ending you imagined. it felt easy, it felt nice and 'complete', until you think of the middle and thats how i have stories that never finishes itself and stick to just throwing ideas around but unsure to put it as its canon or not o)-( so yeah!! the closest i can understand of a Process especially to long narratives.

ANYWAY THE,.... THE LUMINE ZHONGI @XIAO LYRICS,.... when hte,... when the UHUHUHUHUHUHSUHGUFHGUHUGSUDHFSKFHSKDJH

oh. yeah. i realized i did sorta sent a Bunch of brainrot BUT LIKE PREE MUCH EVERYTHGIN I HAD RELATED TO UM,.. AKFJHD THE XIAO DYING ONE OOPS cus,..... becus ughuhfjfdhgk its like a Big fav for me and am curious (and now i am a lil embarrassed JKAFHSDKFJH) and anyways i have a lot of Impulsive Brainrot Showers,....... scattered in that big one i told u cus of the Potential,....

also ill have u know during the recovery after xiao woke he can be a little cold bc the incident rlly shot down his physical constitution to nature so lumine covers him in a lil blanket over his shoulders that he can walk around with and that imagery is probably an Icon that represents the whole brainrot in general. blanket taco burrito xiao i think. anyway lumine got bored and did crochet, taught xiao how since its easier than knitting that thoma taught her, and the guy spent hours continuously crochetting a sheet like probably miles long till late at night bc lumine forgot teach him how to End the stitching. sweet lovely dumbass <3333

yes yes the expansion and more gaps to fill !!! that def makes sense with art too we are shaking hands rn... and idk when you have the filler/details planned beforehand it can be SO fun but when youre struggling to fill in the gaps. well. Fawk

admittedly cannot relate too too much with having a beginning and end, 80% of the time when i write i start from the middle there's just So Much Middle and then i dont know what goes where or how to connect it or what to make the beginning or end and and. explodes. actually tbf i have a solid beginning idea for both current wips and a half-decent ending for one of them but god help me figure out how the FUCK im gonna end the xiaolumi one i havent even thought about it yet it could honestly go on forever <- my worst nightmare.... stories that are never finished my BELOATHED i definitely get that god we are shaking hands once more

THAT'S ONE OF MY RLY OLD FAVORITE SONGS ITS SOOOOOOOOOOOO. xiao when he sees himself as an object or a tool or a weapon or something horrible but never really a Person and the song captures that so well when you think of him and the uckfingfg.f the fuckifngfg.

explodes and dies

THE XIAO DYING ONE GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD hold on finishing responding to this first

cold man with a blanket over his shoulders what if i Cried. that is so perfect in every way shape and form dear LORD. and lumi teaching him crochet and forgetting to teach him how to end the stitching is both so cute and so fucking funny dear lord this poor man sitting there for hours going on and on and on........

XIAO ALMOST DYING. GOD.

i have too many thoughts on death and near death and grief. something about xiao not allowing himself to grieve or process that he'd really been dead for a moment there because he survived, it's in the past, what is there to worry about? what is there to think of? it doesnt matter anymore. lumine struggling to come to terms with how close it was, constantly pushing back the what-ifs, if she'd been sooner if she'd been later if she hadn't been able to help him the way she did if zhongli hadn't come if if if if. zhongli, so accustomed to deaths of those so dear to him and moving forward from it, still shaken to the core because no matter how many times it happens you never really get used to it. it doesnt ever get easier. similar to xiao, telling himself over and over that it doesnt matter, all that matters is that xiao is okay, there's no need to grieve or be upset when he's alright. it's pointless.

lumine (and paimon) (and probably also venti lbr) bonking them both on the head because its important to process your emotions, because the fact that xiao isnt dead doesn't just magically get rid of the fear and the grief that the situation created. yes we Are talking about our feelings you stupid fucks ignoring the elephant in the room will not make the elephant in the room disappear. ignoring your feelings will not make them vanish it will only allow them to fester and grow stronger and more destructive!!!!

you'd think that people who've been alive for thousands of years wouldve learned how to express themselves by now but lumine and venti have to really push them through it.

and idk. just. the physical repercussions and what that means for him mentally. the intense feelings of self hate and uselessness amplified by being stuck in bed, amplified by being unable to move and fight and function the way he used to, having to relearn such "basic" things. he would be SO hard on himself about it. he should be better than this, he shouldve avoided it, it never shouldve happened in the first place, he should be recovering faster (nevermind that he is recovering exceptionally quickly in the first place, all things considered. just adepti things). and working through all of that, working through the frustration and the helplessness, being shown endless patience and love and care through it all, i just. mmmmmmmmmmmmmgmnfmngmfngmfdgnmg fuck.

finding himself useful and kept around and maybe even cared for as a tool vs being very suddenly forced to face the reality that even when he cannot fulfill his duty, even when he cant fight, even when he has no "use" and cant fulfill what he sees as his purpose- he's alive. he's cared for. he's loved and learning and moving forward regardless.

[bakuhatsuo]

Thats just an overnight train buddy those have been around for years

please god above can someone explain to me why we're still working on self driving cars when trains exist

[spookykittyboo]

Sweats and Sheets

Part 2 of that young Henry × Bestfriend Romance

TRIGGER WARNING:

×SMUT×

×First time with Young! Henry×

"Honey, i-i cant.... sto-stop..." he pleaded, with you showing no sign of stopping your little kisses to his neck.

It was the night he was waiting for. For almost forever, and maybe it was that long. With how close the two of you are, the long train of waiting didn't do well with him. He still can't figure out why, maybe it's the way you look at him, the way your breathing sounds, or just...you. He can't never tell why there's these urges in him that drives him into madness, far far down.

"Hen, what's wrong?" You pulled away a little to see the young man, looking down a little light headed. "Henry, hey, look at me." You cupped his jaw to let him face you. He stuttered with his own words, with his eyes looking at yours, hazily. "I'm just, i-....i just don't want to dissapoint you..." his hand touched your hand giving it a warm feeling on the back of your hand. His hand traveled a long you hand to your elbow, then it drove its way to you shoulder. "Are you sure? Y/N, it's...i've never done it before." Your heart fluttered knowing you are going to be his first, but also feel saddened by the blue tone he spat out. "Henry, it's also...my first. So what? We wont know the difference, the good and the bad, it's you that matters..." you swore you could've see a goddamn sparks in his eyes right after you said those line. He pushed you roughly to the bed with a smug look on his face, his thought was full of the images of you under him, on him, and the most important, with him. He had his mind nailed to you. Oh the sweet young man could hear your moans, long before he's even on the same bed as you. "Henry..." you playfully teased him with a little laugh. He quickly took his black shirt off, "Quit it with your little laugh, it's not helping me with whatever it is down there, love" he leaned his body towards you, planted his fists on the matress while he inhaled the way your body smell, till his face finally met yours. "Hi." He greet you softly, "God, you're just...so perfect."

Does he know how it affected you? The way his blue eyes rhymes with his words, just like the waves you two saw at the beach last month, where he kissed you for the first time in forever. The waves moved perfectly, crashing back to the ground as the other building up their form getting ready to go down as it goes on. "Then, have me all you want."

...

Seconds became minutes, which turned into hours, and for all you know it has been forever. It feels like the universe has collided, broke into little pieces, till theres nothing you could ever see, or hear. It was just he's breathing. He couldn't careless of what he is outside, you could see the tears gathering themselves, holding on for nothing but his pride while he's next to you. To be honest, you didn't mind and you'd rather see him falling to his own feeling. Cry if he wanted to cry. You're there, you'll hold him till the moon turns red.

The sweats, both of you shared ran all over the bodies that was collided roughly against each other, earlier. Your brain was on the floor. It fell as he was ravaging you for his dear life. And now you're out of life, breathless and no more than a rotting body covered in sheets. Still, his mouth was all over you. Kisses and worships. Your eyes were looking at the ceiling, sucking in the feel of being lifeless. "Y/N, talk to me." He whispered in between his kisses and you can hear a little begging in his voice. It was heaven...

"What do you want to hear?" You asked with your voice, it was almost more than a whisper, a wind passing by his ear. "Just...anything..." he answered. His hand now holding your left breast circleling his thumb around it a little. "How was it?" This time his voice was nothing of a young man, he was more confident, feels like he holds you in his hand. And know that he owns you and this night.

[wolfgangie]

Fyodor, Dazai and their silly little prison scheme

no but before you read this, this theory is kinda stupid cause i re-analyzed it, and i found really big gaps in some parts, which is why i’m not 100% confident about this bsd theory BUT I MEAN... 😭

Prison death game

A lot of people are saying that dazai is gonna die or fyodor is gonna die in this whole prison game, but what if it’s the exact opposite? Well, what if dazai and fyodor ends up living till the end of the prison escape game? The real question is.. how ? My guess is fyodor sabotaged the game to make both him and dazai win. 

But… why? 

Simple, dazai said to fyodor his way of manipulation is to let them be, cause by that they will follow it according to his plan. You can see this all the time when the ADA is solving a case or going against someone hes always left behind or somewhere far away. 

Somehow Fyodor is trying to make him win in order to not go far more away (if Dazai loses he obviously gets caught and he might die or he’s gonna go far more away) to sabotage dazai’s manipulation plan. And what better way into doing that? with non other than Chuuya himself.

Chuuya the chibi vampire

What does chuuya gotta do with this? 

chuuya cannot become a vampire forever. Dazai knows he will be needed in order to fight dostoevsky, and the only person that can technically turn him back into human? himself well judging from his expression dazai basically didnt expect chuuya to be there nor he will turn into a vampire

also! Dazai knows damn well chuuya’s ability which is corruption can kill him if he doesn’t get nullify with his ability, and so he doesnt want chuuya to die if he ever uses corruption now because he will be important against fyodor or anyone else in the future (cause Agatha christie and the order of the clock tower is still not clear).

Actually, i’ve also seen a lot of theories about chuuya possibly using corruption to defeat the Decay of Angels, well more like fukuchi. And for that, i dont think Dazai would let Chuuya die just because of him using corruption nor dazai would let him become a vampire. Which only HE can nullify. 

Dazai’s manipulation tack tick 

But the thing that strikes me with this is about dazais manipulation plan, its weird to think he will put so much trust in faith when in reality if you actually do that theres a 50/50 chance everything could and will go wrong.

So what makes him so sure that he will win just by sitting and laying back letting them do all the work? And by making Dazai closer to the whole scenario what is it actually gonna do? 

Well, if Dazai is gonna gets closer to the scenario it’ll mess up HIS scenario, because they’re playing something similar to a chess game (if anything theyre actually playing it) when you do something an unexpected move that can completely change the whole scenario for both the player and the player against the other player.

immortality theory 

If you think about it, this theory can be summarized with the theory that Dazai will never die. The theory goes that Dazai lives in this universe where his life continues to repeat it self, it kinda explains why he is longing for suicide and to die. That is also can be the reason why his manipulation plan is so weird? How can he be 100% sure that stuff WILL go on his way? 

Which means Dazai has been in this fight over and over again and so He knows what will happen next.

For this I think Fyodor is in the same scenario as dazai… he obviously knows something about him that we don't know. if this theory is actually done, that would mean Fyodor is messing up dazai’s universe or scenario in order to win.

Conclusion 

in simple words, Fyodor is sabotaging Dazai’s manipulation plan into making the ADA win this battle. Dazai’s manipulation plan is basically staying away and let them do it them selfs which he knows WILL follow his plan. Im not sure but i think once dazai said sigma will surely escape this prison but he never said HE is gonna escape as well, which makes me think that he is planning to actually get far more away from them. Fyodor is making him (dazai) and himself win, in order to make dazai win he gets chuuya… because Dazai knows that Chuuya cannot forever be turned into a vampire or die because of corruption. If its true that Dazai lives the same life over and over agan it will mean that Fyodor is trying to mess up his scenario or universe in order to win. 

(ngl this doesnt make sense BUT YK FEEL FREE TO ASK 😭)