#The horror I felt in this dream I haven't felt irl in ages

[kinun]

Let me tell you about a dream I had

(I kinda just copy/pasted this story from when I told my friends about it and edited it so you don't have to endure the horrendous way I text with them)

It's where we got put into teams and I was alone with just one more person, while others were in groups of three or four.

And we had to make a story with whatever material we were given. The general thing everyone was given was tmnt based. My team got a mess of a story our team mentor started once (the mentors were all well known within the community and mine kinda lost his mojo a while ago). He had characters and a bit of world building and that was it. And so we couldn't even work on making a story 'cause we used all our time just fixing the story out of respect.

So, I am working my butt off basically storyboarding everything in a little booklet and then the person evaluating comes in. We are the last group she looks at of course. She goes through the booklet and just starts with "see, your problem is biology." And I'm just confused 'cause it's cartoon turtles dammit. And she goes on pointing out Mona Lisa like "she needs so much space for her chest but given she's also a turtle-" and I don't even let her finish cause I'm just so confused. "she's a LIZARD" I scream. And I just can't believe it. The person evaluating leaves because of that. She didn't even finish our booklet!

And while she's gone I just keep screaming "why is she evaluating us of she doesn't even know CANON CHARACTERS?!"And the other groups just look at me like bruh.

[ace-and-slutty]

Secret, dream vacation, romantic thing, self care, and crush for the ask emojis are hard and I am lazy

You are valid!

Hmmm new secret. Most of the sex dreams I've had haven't really been wet dreams per se and have mostly been plot heavy and then occasionally the sister of my ex is fucking me with a strap on? Other part of this is that there is NO rhyme or reason to who I'll have a sex dream about. It Has been someone I was attracted to once (1). I can't share all of them because some were literally disgusting and would make y'all think Differently of me. Other fun aspect is that it doesn't affect how horny i am when I wake up usually. If it's gross, I am turned off, otherwise it's

I'm a basic TMA bitch so I'm gonna say dream vacation is Scottish highlands. I'm not much of a honeymoon person even though I'm a HUGE wedding person but if pressed, I'd probably say that's where I'd want to go. But yeah, I'd still go alone so long as I could bring my cat :)

Hmmm most romantic thing? There's definitely a couple that come to mind. My ex made several Creatures for me that I cherish to this day. He also wrote me alone long love letters that made me tear up from how cared for I felt. He also really loved rings so I got him a couple for birthdays and anniversaries and before we left for college, it was super important to him he get one for me, and he did. A group of us went to a lakehouse for a weekend summer of senior year and we all went antiquing together. He found a ring there, had me try it on and gave it to me. It was just a 10 dollar ring painted gold but it meant so much to me to have that promise ring. I wore it every single day, even after he dumped me. I still have it and cherish it, like all the things he made me because although he treated me badly at the end, it means a lot to me that someone once cared about me enough to do those things for me.

Favorite self care activity? Oh there are a BUNCH. Reading comfort books/fanfic is a big one, hanging out with my cat, getting cozy in bed, having ice cream or pasta or tex mex, horror movies or parks and rec or john Mulaney. Almost all include cuddling with my so in my fantasies and plushies in reality.

Crush really depends on how serious we're talking. There are some people on here (I think yall know who you are) that I would LOVE to date but it's unlikely to work out given the Everything about our respective circumstances. As for IRL people, none at the moment. I turn 21 this November and I'll be allowed into several more kink events and I hope I'll find someone there or at my school or something, although I know it's unlikely for me haha especially since I tend to prefer people close to my age and they haven't been super common at the events I've gone to. There are definitely some people I talk to on here that if they were closer 👀👀👀👀👀👀 I'd let them do just about anything they wanted to me.

Thank you so much for the asks!

[sundere1181]

Blood and Bones- Whispers of a Spirit oneshot

This is a oneshot for my ghost april au fic, Whispers of a Spirit, and if you haven't read that you might be a wee bit confused, so I recommend reading chapter 1 of that first. ( Whispers of a Spirit - Chapter 1 - Sundere - Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Cartoon 2018) [Archive of Our Own] )

Warning: This oneshot is pretty dark, so tw for implied death (twice) not super graphic, implied death by gunshot and implied death by hanging. Also descriptions of blood. And one of the people who dies is a five year old girl, so. It's also really sad.

This was inspired by the songs Funeral Bell (PHILDEL) Curses (Crane Wives) and Spirit (Amarante) (YES i did take lyrics directly from that last song im lazy)

(This is a dream sequence from the pov of donnie and then a little convo with him and ghost april irl)

Donnie was standing in a forest.

He's dreaming, he thinks. There's no forest in the New York sewers.

It's dark, but his eyes start to adjust more as he walks around, trying to figure out where he was. 

It was chilly, and he shivered in the breeze, stepping into an open clearing. It was brighter here, a full moon shining through the gap in the trees.

He stopped walking when he heard leaves crunching, and saw two black girls wearing 17th-century-style running frantically out of the woods.

One of them looked around his age, and he felt like he recognized her vaguely. She was leading the other by the hand, who was about 5 or 6 years old.

The older girl looked haggard, her hair was loose around her shoulders and tangled, and she had dirt smudged on her cheeks and her dress, as well as scratches on her arms. 

The little one wailed and tugged on the older one's hand, making her turn around and make desperate shushing noises, looking around fearfully while holding the little one's shoulders.

"Hey, baby, it's okay! What's wrong?"

The little one sniffed. 

"I'm tired, April. Why are we runnin'?"

Donnie stiffened. April. But this isn't the April he knows.

Is it?

"I know you're tired, honey. We have to keep running. They're after both of us."

The little girl sniffed. "I wanna go home. Wheres Ma and Pa?"

April looked like she was trying not to cry as she stroked her cheek, voice wobbling as she reassured the girl. Maybe her little sister? "They're gone, baby. They went to visit Firash. It's just us now."

The little girl looked up, her eyes sparkling. "They went to find Bro?"

April nodded, lips tight as if she said anything else she'd break down.

"WITCH!!! FREEZE!!" A voice bellowed out from the woods.

April sprung up, grabbing the hand of the little girl again and starting to run.

A loud gunshot echoed through the trees and Donnie flinched and closed his eyes, not wanting to see the gruesome scene.

There was silence for a few seconds before the most agonizing, heartbroken scream Donnie has ever heard in his life rings out.

The sound fades, and the next time he opens his eyes, he's in a different place, a small town next to the woods.

There's a cheering crowd behind him and in front of him...

Gallows.

He watched in horror as a man dressed in all black led a handcuffed April up the stairs and onto the platform. She had a blank look on her face and her beautiful dark brown dress had a bright red splatter of blood on the torso, right where her little sister's head would've reached if they were both standing.

"Any last words?" The executioner asked in a gruff voice as he placed the noose.

April took a deep breath and her expression melted from blankness to pure rage.

"This is for Estellina."

She started chanting in a melodic voice;

"Here, in the great forest, there are traces of the old

Melodies of the past that we have buried in our souls

Deep in the dark unknown, there's a place we call our home

The past in our bones

The path will be shown."

She repeated it, over and over again, sometimes in English, sometimes in Afrikaans, and sometimes in a language he couldn't recognize at all. It didn't even sound like a language that could be spoken by humans. Everytime she said it, her voice got louder and louder.

The crowd and the executioner stood still, confused, until houses started erupting in bright green fire, roaring flames licking the sky.

People started screaming, running around in a panic, and the executioner bumped the lever on the gallows as he ran off.

Donnie heard a crunch and-

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Donnie bolted up in bed, heart racing as his brain tried to comprehend the nightmare he just had.

Blood. Fire. Bones. Screams.

April-the April he knows, his best friend- peeks around the doorway at him, concern etched into her transparent features.

"Donnie? You okay?" She asked, floating into the room. 

"April; Oh my god, April, I'm so sorry."

"What?" She asked, concern switching to confusion. 

He got up shakily and reached for her, but pulled his hand back when he remembered she wasn't solid. 

"Your- your sister. I saw it."

April's face dropped. Donnie didn't miss the badly disguised hope in her eyes.

"Estellina? You saw her?"

"I saw... I saw her death.

April frowned, the hope in her eyes melting away.

She floated off and Donnie decided to give her a minute.

He walked over and sat at his desk, turning on a lamp and powering up the computer.

He started typing. 

'Witch hunting 1750'