#never got to use it cause it was fixed when I found out :C

[deyisacherry]

wow

wooow, SO i just saw a post and

okay

have we been watching the same show?

dear lord, i think saying that moon replaced sun with solar it's completely exaggerated, and saying that he doesn't care about sun, and wouldn't care this much if sun died is just ABSURD

i wanna make it clear, i am NOT defending Moon's actions and words right now cause i'm mAD AF, but that's another topic

Moon doesn't care about Sun? He doesn't act to show that? REALLY?

cause all i've seen is moon worrying over and over and over again about his brother

HE CARES for him.

he cares SO MUCH that he even overthinked the things that he told to Earth in therapy, he was WORRIED for him, cause he FEARS he's going to lose him by the slightest thing

cause he almost lost him

when Sun used star power HE CARED.

he was dead worried about him, MAY I NEED TO REMIND HIS WORDS OF PURE PAIN TO EVEN THINK TO LOSE HIM LIKE THAT?

CAUSE THAT WENT HARD

when he was about to kill Eclipse, he SWORE to him that if Sun was dead when he came back, he would go and kill every single one of the evil Eclipses that exist in other dimensions (he's been having these violent thoughts to protect his family from the start and even if they won't fix anything it shows that he CARES)

He was worried about Sun when he saw the state he was in when he came back

HE WORRIED WHEN SUN WAS IN THE RUIN DIMENSION AND SNAPPED AT NOTHING (THE BLOODMOON HALLUCINATIONS) AND HE EVEN WENT TO HUG HIM T W I C E

THAT'S NOT CARING????

HE WAS WORRIED AND ANGRY AT RUIN WHEN HE KIDNAPPED HIM! EVEN WHEN HE FELT BETRAYED BY SUN LYING TO HIM ABOUT THE STAR POWER HE WENT FOR HIM

AND DEAR GOD, DIDN'T WE ALL HEAR THE WAY HE SCREAMED HIS LUNGS OUT WHEN ECLIPSE TOLD HIM THAT RUIN WAS WITH SUN????

and even then people come and say he doesn't care about Sun and wouldn't care this much if he dies? nuh uh, i'm not having any of that, im sorry, but NO

and about Lunar and Earth

i think people are forgetting he LITERALLY woke up NOT KNOWING LUNAR, the old Moon didn't get to know he died, and New Moon couldn't get attatched to him before he died cause he woke up AFTER that, AND they had the hope of Lunar being rebuilt

Earth? She didn't even die and Moon was ANGRY AS HELL when he found out what Bloodmoon did and HE ALSO WENT FOR REVENGE on them, HE ALSO got mad when he knew that Bloodmoon hurted Lunar

IF SUN DIES?

jesus

if he is like this with Solar's dead

if he is going insane

HE WOULD GET EVEN WORSE.

all i can think it's him breaking down once and for all, and A LOT OF OTHER TERRIBLE THINGS CAUSE YEAH

SUN IS THE LIGHT OF HIS LIFE

HE IS THE FIRST PERSON HE GOT TO KNOW AND GET MEMORIES FROM WHEN HE WOKE UP, HE'S EVERYTHING TO HIM, HE'S HIS BROTHER!!!

moon would be

DEVASTASTED, MORE THAN HE IS NOW, IF SUN DIES

IF EARTH DIES, IF LUNAR DIES

HE HAS REPEATED OVER AND OVER THAT HE DOESN'T WANT ANY OTHER FAMILY MEMBER DYING AND HE MEANS IT

HE. CARES.

and damn i'm sorry if i sound aggresive but i'm SO TIRED of people saying that Moon never cares

and i clearify again, I DO NOT JUSTIFY HIS ACTIONS FROM THESE DAYS, IT ANGERS ME, AND HE SAID TERRIBLE THINGS AND I HOPE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD THAT HE GETS TO UNDERSTAND THAT HE'S DOING THIS WRONG, CAUSE I RATHER JUST BE SAD THAT SOLAR WON'T BE BACK THAN SEEING HIM DO SOMETHING IDIOTIC TO BRING HIM BACK AND THEN GETTING AWAY FROM HIS FAMILY AND FRIENDS

[thatbxolivia]

daddy!anakin

😁 😁 😁 yay

as you awoke in the morning, you noticed the chilly air breezing in through the open window. you whined at the intrusion of coldness, your daddy rushing to you, having both heard you and sensed your discomfort.

“my love.” he shushed you, helping you sit up and wrapping you in a blanket. he reached behind you and closed your window. “daddy should’ve checked on you while you slept, i’m sorry it was so cold.” he said, prodding into your mind to find out what was wrong. you sniffled, your throat hurting when you swallowed. you cried at the feeling.

“daddy,” you whined. “think i got sick.” you sniffled.

“oh, i can’t believe i did this to you.” daddy said, rubbing his temples. he was very displeased with himself but not at you. never at you. “daddy caused this; daddy will fix it.” he said, taking responsibility. you nodded. “would you like fox?” he asked, picking up his old stuffed sand fox that he had as a child, it was your favorite toy.

“please.” you whined, holding your hands out for mr. fox. daddy gently handed him to you and you snuggled him against your face, loving the warmth from his fake fur. daddy cooed down at you and picked you up, secured your bottom, and took you to your bathroom for a hot bath to help you feel better and warm you up. he started the water and let it heat then plugged the tub. turning to you, he helped you strip down and wrapped you in a warm robe with a hood to keep your temperature regulated. as the water filled the tub, daddy turned to you.

“what else can i do for you?” he asked, concerned for your wellbeing. you shrugged, holding your arms out for a hug.

“hug?” you asked and he instantly obliged. he kissed the top of your head then took your robe off, picked you up, and sat you in the tub. he turned the water off and rolled his sleeves up, beginning to wash your hair and body then rinse you off. he set some leave in oil in your hair to help condition it then wrung it out, drying it. he helped you out of the bath and wrapped your body in a big and warm bath sheet he had put in the towel heater. he patted you down head to toe and picked you up again. he brought you into the room again, sat you on your bed, and plopped your pacifier into your mouth. he still had his sleeves rolled up and you noticed his robotic arm, wanting to play with it like usual. he took notice of this.

“once i have you dressed, you can do as you wish, little one. but for now, i want to make sure you’re comfortable, yeah?” he said and you nodded. he dressed you in under garments and a warm, hooded onesie with footies. he readjusted your pacifier and you were all done, feeling warm and cozy. and, most importantly, you were safe.

you made grabby hands for daddy’s hand and he cooed at you, placing the cool robotic hand on your chest. you picked it up and your mouth opened slightly in awe as you looked it over for the millionth time. your daddy chuckled and used his other hand to hold your pacifier steady while you closed your mouth again and went back to lightly sucking. your daddy bent the fingers back and forth and you admired them up close as you saw the tiny mechanics moving and whirring as your daddy instructed. you thought machinery was just so cool and your daddy frequently indulged that interest of yours.

“would you like a cuddles?” he whispered to you and you nodded, still looking at his hand. you blushed a little, not making eye contact. being regressed was always so intimate, you could never really fall completely into the headspace and maintain eye contact. unbeknownst to you, your daddy had one more trick up his sleeve. “look at me and ask.” he said softly but sternly. you blushed a million shades redder and your daddy chuckled.

“daddy… can i- hm…” you trailed off. he nudged your lip slightly, encouraging you. you found yourself confidence. “daddy, can i have cuddles?” you asked sweetly, but beet red in the face. your daddy chuckled and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear.

“you can have anything you want.” he responded, getting in to bed next to you and cuddling you close to his chest. “i’m always here for you, little one.” he said, smiling. he ran his hand through your hair, gently massaging your scalp. you sighed and began falling asleep, comfortable in your daddy’s arms.

[blues824]

I have requested for the female rook normally a elegant vill comes after that image vill in the remarried empress.

👑Her being the most beautiful person.

(im sorry navier but it's just for the story I find you still beautiful. )

🦚She was found in the forest by sovieshit and him wanting to have her as his second mistress only for the vill reader to be offended because she is qween not some women who sleeps with another person who she is not married to .

👑Her being friends with navier and helping her with her skincare and beauty regement( because she deserves it ) I see the vill being navier lady in waiting and her being responsible for her dresses and makeup.

🦚Her totally not liking rattrash and her behaviour because she is not elegant like her or navier her scolding rattrash most of the time because of her behaviour (she can cry all she want to sovieshit but he wants her so hard to the 2d concubine he ignores it )

(honestly rattrash is a waste of beauty )

👑Her using her using her model and acting career to live in the eastern empire and her just becoming a trend starter.

🦚How whoud they react to her perfect potion making or her like 20+ beauty routine and and her almost having to whole room filled with gifts and skincare from suiters sending her it every day form suiters .

Preface: There was a myth of a beautiful witch hidden in the forest. Those who saw you were smitten by your beauty, but only those fortunate enough to be on your good side got to experience your kindness.

Sovieshu

When he found you in the forest, he was drawn in by your ethereal beauty. Oh, he was absolutely in love. He didn’t care if you were a witch because it just added to the tabooness of it all, and he was living for it. As he had your arm wrapped in his while walking you back to his palace, he asked if you would like to become his mistress.

This caused you to stop and stare at him in shock and disgust. You were offended, to say the least. You refused with a cold stare as you unraveled your arm from his, but before you completely pulled away he grabbed your hand in his and begged for you to think about it. You let out a scoff of annoyance and pulled your hand away before walking to the palace yourself.

As you both arrived, you saw Navier and she seemed annoyed by Sovieshu. You gave a curtsy and explained that Sovieshu had caught you in the forest while you were collecting herbs for a potion, and he asked you to be his mistress to which you said no because you just met the guy. Also, you didn’t sleep with married men because that was just rude.

The Emperor was heartbroken at this, but you just gave him a cold glare as you went with the Empress to be fixed up. This man had never been told no since he was the most powerful person in the Eastern Empire, so please excuse him if he is begging you to be his second mistress for a while.

Rashta

She first met you when Sovieshu brought you to the castle. Well… more like he was walking with you, but he didn’t bring you anywhere. You even scolded him and said that you should place a curse on him for even suggesting you be his mistress, since he already had another mistress and a wife.

The young lady had never been so shocked but so relieved, and so angry that her lover would do such a thing as betray her for a woman he had just met (sounds familiar…). She had to admit that you were beautiful, but you stole Sovieshu’s heart as well as the possibility for her to move up in society.

However, you were able to quickly become friends with Navier, which Rashta found completely infuriating because the two of you together had too much power. You were a renowned witch after all, and Navier was the Empress. She was intimidated by the two of you.

Every single time she tried to talk to you, you just walked away and didn’t give her the time of day (read that out loud and it rhymes). The worst part is that she couldn’t really do anything like cry to Sovieshu because he was still in love with you. You reminded her of the current Empress, with your cold, heartless stare.

Navier

She had also met you when you arrived at the castle with Sovieshu, and she liked you already because you were angry at him. She knew the two of you would get along great, and she harbored no harsh feelings against you because you were ‘proposed’ to since it wasn’t your fault.

You both were a lot alike: cold, kind to those you like, beautiful, etc. So, it was no wonder as to why the both of you became close after just a short amount of time. You both were also highly influential and powerful. So, she made you a noble and a popular dressmaker as well as a model so that she could raise money for poorer children to go through the Academy with fair educational opportunities. This was with your permission, of course.

Often, you both acted like young girls because you loved spending time with one another. Since being the wife of Sovieshu as well as the Empress of the Eastern Empire was stressful, you offered to pour her tea and try out different skincare products that offered an extended youthful glow as well as feature enhancement.

No one was surprised (but Sovieshu was upset) that you got letters and gifts from a multitude of suitors, and only one of them caught your attention. You had talked about it to Navier, and found out that the suitor that you were interested in was her brother. It was later that night that you responded to Kosair’s letter, accepting him as your lover and eventually as your husband.

Heinrey

You were a popular model as well as dressmaker, and you had your own skincare line. Of course he has heard of you because even Krista purchased some. There were stores that sold your products all over the world, and you gained worldwide popularity.

However, he found out that you were close to Navier because one night, when he flew in as Queen, he found the two of you enjoying tea together as you discussed your suitors. He was surprised to see you, even more so when you understood his squawks. However, as he told you how he felt for the Empress, you were intrigued and agreed to keep his secret.

You were an ally of the two, often using your own popularity to help as you announced that you were moving your headquarters to the Western Kingdom when Navier confirmed her plan to marry Heinrey. He was happy to see that you were on their side, and you told him how Sovieshu tried to ask you to be his mistress, so obviously you were on their side.

Now, while you were moving your headquarters, it wasn’t just to help the newlyweds. Part of it was, but the majority of it was because your fiance was exiled. You loved him, so you asked Heinrey if you could go there as well to marry Kosair, and he gladly agreed. After all, it would do good to get his future brother-in-law to like him.

Bonus: Kosair

He had seen you around town since you were a well-known model, and he thought you were absolutely breath-taking. He figured that there would be a chance that you would accept him because he was the Empress’s brother, but he was surprised that it was the way he wrote his letter that caught your attention.

You both had met officially in the royal garden of the Imperial Palace, and that is where you both found out you were a match made in Heaven. He made you laugh and feel appreciated in a way that no one besides Navier had made you feel before. The kiss he placed upon the back of your hand made you flush a little, and you knew that you made the right choice.

When he got exiled, he wrote you a long-winded but sweet-hearted letter detailing that he was leaving the Eastern Empire because of Sovieshu (which made you angry). So, you got permission from Heinrey to move there as well. You made quick preparations and couldn’t contain the excitement you felt.

Once you had arrived, Kosair was waiting for you. He opened the carriage door and helped you out, pulling you into a hug and a kiss. While it was scandalous to do that, neither of you cared at that moment. He was happy to feel your soft hands upon his face, and you were happy to hold him once again.

[trashlama]

YAN!FUTURE!DONNIE X READER!!

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Heeeeeeyyyyy guess whose back!

This is a part of I guess this series of one shots I got going on. →This post can explain more←

This is the image I used for Donnie in this one. ↓

Art isn't mine but the design is radical!

Sorry this took so long. Honestly I almost didn't post it cause I didn't like how it came out. Like I kept trying to fix it to how I like it buuutt, this was the best that I could do. I might try rewriting it or somethin'. I was just trying to change it up buuutt, I suck. Did my best with the proof reading. Probably could have tried to proof read it more.

Honestly this fic is pretty dark. Originally was darker.

Please no minors, 18+ only!(There's no smut or anything sexual, just a lot of technically triggering elements)

The meme in this fic is not mine I just found them on Pinterest and they were too good.

Read the creator's notes below for more!

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Humming computer fans and diligent typing filled the silent void in the poorly lit room. If not for the obscured ominous glow of the various monitors littering the labatory you would've believed you had gone completely blind. Having already lost the vision on your right to the slimy pink tentacle bastards who transformed your planet into the living Hell on Earth.

Guess religion was right about something. At The End of Days the devil came for the damned. And in spite of your mother's faithful beliefs, there was never a savior to come swop away the righteous to the selective pearly gates of the Heaven she had mindlessly prayed to. She was wrong. Her savior locked her out.

There would be no salvation. Not for anyone.

Instead for the first thirteen years after the Krrang's invasion you suffered. Everyone suffered.

Shit hit the fan and it splattered like a chocolate pie in bad clown gag.

Overnight the world you had grown up in changed for the worse. Blind to the way society crumbled and turned into a Mad Max film. Unaware of the great loss. Naive and young you weren't prepared for the grotesque violence that replaced your boring mundane life that you had taken for granted.

How you wish there was a way to go back.

Return to days where your only worries were filling out job applications to move out of your mother's abode and getting into a good college. Begging whatever deities listened to accept you to one of the variety of schools you had applied for. Preferably one more than five hundred miles away from the run-down neighborhood in the Bronx you lived in. You've always wanted to travel the country and college opened up that opportunity to do so. Had everything gone according to plan you would've started your first semester that following fall.

Though it wasn't meant to be. Instead you spent that lonely winter, grieving

" (Y/n) "

At the call of your name the chain that hung from around your neck clanked as a single (e/c) orb snapped out of its routine day-dreams to look towards the owner of the tired deep voice that had called to you. It was Donatello. Said ninja turtle kneeling at your side next to the cot you both shared.

Within the nest of sheets you retracted from the curled position you had been laying in on top of the bed spread. A multi-paterned stitched quilt gifted by one of the softshell turtle's brothers— you forget who; rested at your feet, unused. Protecting thin (skin tone) skin from the piercing cold was a worn pair of faded PJs that consisted of a dark green long sleeve with fluffy grey plaid bottoms. The odd attire didn't bother you in the slightest. When living in the apocalypse fashion hardly matters. If it was usable it was wearable.

Despite of your efforts to block the aged mutant out by focusing your lone (e/c) gaze on soothing else. The Large cold hand of Donatello's petting the top of your head was all your traumatized receptors could focus on. Three lengthy jade digits combing rouge strands of unkept (h/l) (h/c) hair away from their position in your face. Wandering fingertips skimmed over your missing right eye. Playing with the white medical eye patch that kept the old wound hidden. Had this been seven months ago you would've already been trying to bite the technological General's scared appendage off. Though now at this point you just let the mutant do whatever. You didn't care.

The same regard was held when the purple clad turtle observed you. Anything and everything that flashed across your face was cataloged by your analyzing capter's dark narrowed stare. A common occurrence that never faltered in its repetitiveness.

Exhaustion dominated the aged jade complexion of Donatello's. His expression would be read bored if not for the controlled obsession that lurked in pools of night.

You always did like his eyes. Even when they were hidden behind the dual frames perched on his snout. One half a traditional prescription lens the other a crimson infrared optic that provided extra assistance to the current wearer. Like a moth to the flame you were drawn to the night sky he held in those dark pools.

"You're wasting the food Mikey brought you" the softshell flatly chastised. Those same magnetic dark eyes that had been locked with yours turned away momentarily to retrieve something from beside him. The tattered greyish purple cloak he wore tied loosely around his sturdy shoulders draped forward revealing the silver cybertronic mechanical substitute for his left arm. A necessary loss for the cause he dutifully worked for.

You hadn't respond to his comment.

For a moment you began to sink back into your land of memories if it had not been for the scrapping metal of the fork against the plate that was now in the purple bandana wearing turtle's grasp. Stabbing at the rations that the commissary passed out earlier that day. At least you're assuming it's day. It's hard to tell when you never leave the underground base, let alone the prison of Donatello's lab that doubled as his quarters.

Back in reality something moist pressed against your bottom lip.

"Eat."

Robotically you obeyed.

You learned a long time ago that starving doesn't work. It was this or the feeding tub. At least this didn't hurt your throat. The ache in your esophagus from the experience lasted for weeks after. Bile threatening to rise if you focused any longer on the nightmarish memory.

Up till the plate was cleared the mutant continued to feed you. Picking at the dish's portions until there was nothing left. After which the adult ninja turtle placed the cutlery to the side before taking a corner of his faded cloak to wipe away the food residue left around your mouth. Repeating the same method with the plastic cup that sat precariously on the table to the other side of you next to the cement wall.

For a moment his calculative narrowed gaze stared at you before deciding something.

"...I have to go work on the faulty pump in the filter for the hydroponic system in the Agriculture Unit later...." Thick brows frowed together in an unsure manner upon his purple-clad forehead as he continued. ".....would you be interested in joining me for the endeavor?" The aged ninja finally prompted.

You didn't respond.

Had this been seven months ago you would've replied with an immediate yes. Not being one to look a gift horse in the mouth. Back then you would've thought somebody, anybody, would help you.

But if that were the case you would've been free already.

It wasn't necessarily a secret that you belonged to the purple bandana wearing brainiac. On the contrary it was a well known fact amongst the inhabitants of the base. It was just an unspoken topic. An issue that the Commander and the rest of the generals much rather sweep under the rug than to confront.

You learned it the hard way.

You had managed to get away somehow after Donatello first claimed you. Before the chained leash that pooled around you became a permanent fixture. In its place there had been a small amount of leeway the softshell gifted you. A fragile trust you didn't bother to strengthen prior to your attempt two months into your captivity. Maybe things would've been different.

You had told Donnie you were just gonna go to the commissary and get them some lunch. Claimed you were trying to be a nice, good partner. You didn't want to disturb the important work you were so proud of him for. Like a termite at Home Depo he ate it up. A bashful smile stretched across his jade complexion that was burnt red.

Playing the serpent who tricked Adam, you slithered from the technological garden of paradise. Departing with a false display of affection. Pride filled you from the phenomenal performance you gave.

Taking flight to the wind you ran down the Resistance headquarters hallways. Without meaning too you lost yourself around the twist and turns of unfamiliar corridors. Your limited vision and even less knowledge of the section's layout not being of much aid to your mission. Especially since prior to your imprisonment you hadn't ventured to this area since it was restricted to Resistance officers way above your ranking.

Though your plan was to run into someone. Anyone who could help you. You were gonna rat out that purple techno creep. He needed to pay. You were fed up with this stupid apocalypse.

Eventually after sprinting down the halls for God knows how long. You found your self face first into the plastron of General Michelangelo.

"Wwhooo! Slow down little missy! You're gonna give this old man a scare!" The greying box turtle joked even though you weren't very much younger than him. Catching your charging figure easily between rough moss palms. Out of breath you began spewing your story. Begging the mystic mutant to help you get away from his crazy purple coded brother.

"Oooohh, so yoouurr (Y/n)..." The youngest general gathered. Aged face scrunching up in a contemplative way, as if he was thinking. For a moment you had thought maybe the mutant turtle knew who you were cause somebody had reported your missing presence. Realized that you had been stolen by one of the very leaders they worked under. Unfortunately that was not the case.

"Yes! I'm (Y/n)! Your brother Donatello, he—"

"Said that if you got lost to return you to him!~"

What.

It was too late to retreat. You didn't even have the chance to react before the orange clad General had you on the ground. Wind punched from your lungs by the sudden force. Mouth mimicking a fish out of water as you gasped for much needed air. Next thing you knew your hands were bound behind your back by the same orange bandana wearing mutant you sought aid from. Kicking and screaming as the moss green Hamato sibling dragged you back to where you had started.

Entering the lab Michaelangelo greeted his flabbergasted older brother. Sporting a wide cheshire grin as he released his grip on you to only then in the same motion push your unbalanced wobbly stature forward caching yourself on Donatello's chest. Leaving shortly after with some sort of fucked up quip you couldn't hear past the pounding in your ears. Heart jackhammering painfully against your ribs. The beat too powerful for any other sound to break it's dominating rythem.

Were you about to have a heart attack?A stroke? You couldn't tell. You didn't think people your age had them.

Once left alone the white hot fury you had expected never came. No beating. Nor any dismemberment of a limb. There were no threats made for your dire transgression. No shouts or screams of possessive anger. Only unnerving still silence.

Somehow that was worse.

You lied. You tried to leave. You made a scene with his younger brother only for said orange clad sibling to drag you back like the dog who got out.

The first ten–fifteen minutes you both just stood there. There were no excuses nor pleading from your part. Just utter overwhelming suffocating quite. The jade and purple tattooed complexion of the General's who stood before you was drained to match snow. Face displaying a composed, conserved expression to anyone who was looking in from the outside.

Unfortunately for you it was always Donatello's dark eyes that gave everything away.

Hurt. He was undeniably wounded by the injury. You broke the thin veil of trust he gave you. You could have done whatever you wanted. As long as you didn't stray far from him. Stayed and supported him. It was all he wanted.

The softshell was so happy when you forged that lie believing the act to be true. Believing that you cared about his health and work. Being kind and supportive enough to trek and retrieve both of your guys' lunch. Except upon his younger mutant brother's arrival the fantasy he was living in was broken. It was all a lie. You deceived him. Betrayed the tempered trust that two of you shared. A thin string you willing snipped.

Saltwater streaks poured down in silent bunches as the aged ninja turtle lowered his head. He really thought you had loved him as you whispered sweet claims from soft deceiving lips that kissed his heated cheek a farewell. Departing with that smile that made his heart race. Donatello was hurt. And so the turtle did the only thing that would hurt you just as much as you had hurt him.

Had you known what he was going to do maybe you would've fought harder than you had.

No words were exchanged as the mutant scientist tied your jittery limbs to your paralyzed figure. Plastic white ties zipped painfully tight around (skinned tone) appendages. Though fear hadn't taken it's full course until the softshell began to secure a thick fabric around your head, blinding you. Finding the immediate endless world of black frightening.

"Please— don't do this— I-I'm sorry!" You plead as large cold hands slide a set of what you assume are noise canceling buds into your ears. You couldn't catch your breath. Your heart wouldn't still itself as it fought for space within your ribcage. "Please! I— mphmfh!"was all you could cry before lastly a gag was stuffed into your teriffied jaws. Based on the texture of the rough fabric you deduced it was most likely an old gym sock from the clothing bin. The worn garment scratched at the roof of your mouth making you taste cooper.

Donnatello hadn't planned to use this method this early on but, this was a lesson that needed to be learned. He was going to deprive you of your senses. Leave you lost just as he would've been without you. Maybe then you'd understand.

For some time you were just scared shitless. Frightful of the purple coded general's unknown intentions. Was he gonna torture you? Kill you and keep the body? The imaginary list was much more scary than the actual first quarter of the punishment . Thankfully nothing happened. The turtle left you be. Probably just watching you from his typical spinny chair from in front of the large monitor dominating the room. The motherfucker probably felt like Batman or some shit sipping on his coffee as you the Joker— fucked around in the holding tube.

When the endless darkness started to pick at your already aggravated anxiety you had tried to force yourself asleep to escape the void. However you found the effort quickly fruitless. Trapped without sound or any background stimulation aside from the limited range of touch at your disposal made the task feel impossible. Dissolving lines between real and what was not becoming harder to differentiate with every passing unknown second.

Attempts to keep your sanity felt futile in spite of efforts to keep the screws forming coming loose. Clawed (skin tone) palms and curling toes only did so much. When all else failed you felt only one thing could be done. You need to feel something. Anything. You couldn't do this anymore. The scratches in your palms did not suffice.

Doing what you felt was your only choice in your spiralling panic. You began to throw yourself around across the lab's tile floor. Using your upper body and knees you inch worm around the room. Purposely banging yourself into anything and everything so you may injure yourself. Feeding your starved receptors with whatever painful sensations you could produce.

Donatello was quick to remove the suppressors once you really started injuring yourself. Most likely calling it when the various wounds littered your (s/c) skin began to form. Following the path you had squirmed eyes like La Brea tar pits found speckles of crimson decorating a variety of the objects in his workspace. As if a baby crawled around repainting his lab with dots of red.

What a pain. Couldn't you have just accepted the punishment like an adult? Now he was gonna have to clean up this mess later. But alas just as many great minds of science had taught him. There was always a price to be paid for results. Maybe he should've just thrown you into solitary or made a modification or two to your Achilles tendons.... Next time.

Cold hands without delay discarded the ear buds and spit soaked sock. Your chest was still rising too fast. You were gonna puke if you stayed any longer in the dark. Though once the blind fold was discarded the softshell turtle's concerned expression was the first thing you saw. The sight of another instantly calming the bees stabbing your stomach lining. A flash of worry glimmered in those pools of ink. Only for the emotion to be consumed by the sticky black tar that lurked beneath.

"Did you learn your lesson?" The purple tattooed turtle questioned softly as he scooped your zip tied bound form into his mix matched arms. Combination of flesh and steel cradling you as he maneuvered towards his cot. Donatello was aware that you have one too but, recently the color coded general had been considereing just having you sleep with him. It'd save him space.

"I doubt it." he chided with a small grin that didn't match his eyes as he laid you down. Tucking you into his barely used sheets.

You didn't bother to request for him to remove the plastic bonds as exhaustion dragged you into the realm of slumber. Senses finally relaxing thanks to some stimulation. Allowing the phantom hand caresse the curve of your cheek as you drifted away.

When you awoke your injuries were bandaged and the plastic that had restrained you was gone. In the zip ties stead was a steel collar and chain hooped around the deadbolt installed in the cool tiled floor of the purple brainiac's lab. The same device you wore to this present day.

"(Y/n).... (Y/n)..."

"(Y/n)....."

"(Y/n)"

Oh no you got lost in your memories again didn't you? Based on the softshell's expression, your answer would be yes.

"(Y/n)... I think you should come with me when I go to the farming unit. I think it'd be good for you ....and maybe we'll even see Leon and Casey Jr. " Donnie soothed. His large cold hand returning at some point continued to comb the wild flyaways that tried to elude his threading jade fingers.

You didn't care. You bobbed your head. Listening but, not particularly agreeing nor disagreeing to anything as you went along with the general's wishes.

°°°°°°

In the hallway you and Donatello walked side by side. Your collar and chain were gone. Left behind in the lab due to the bondage being bolted to the floor. Not very mobile. Which in turn left you shackle free for the trip. Seven months ago you would've already tried to attack the turtle like the wild dog you were. You had been.

Now the tamed rescue, you leapt and barked without hesitation when commanded.

Like a good pup you didn't stray from your master's side.

Traversing through the base with the lumbering mutant was a quiet affair. No one bothered the two of you as the purple clad genuis led the way.

Here and there the technological general would make small talk by commenting about certain functions found throughout the headquarters along the short journey. Explaining uses of faculties and tech that had been constructed long before you ever stepped foot in the Resistance headquarters.

Long before you ever met the softshell who kept you prisoner in his room. Like a toy a spoiled child didn't want to share.

Pushing open the floppy doors to the Ag unit; bright UV rays burned your sensitive retinas that grew unconditioned to direct sunlight due to the dark room you were trapped in on a daily. Although unlike you, Donatello's dark narrowed stare remained unfazed by the bright light. Not even a stinge of discomfort upon disciplined matured features.

Artificial warmth even if false still felt soothing on your cold (skin tone) skin.

How you missed the real thing.

Missed the stupid picnics your mother would force you on. Laying under shady emerald trees in the smothering New York summer heat under a bright blue sky. Pouting as you watched your mother and brother played on the playground. You used to think those family outings were a waste of your time when you could be hanging with your friends or studying. Be anywhere but with them. How foolish you were.

A small frown laced your lips as you recalled the more peaceful days.

"(Y/n) this way" Donatello's voice called from in front of you. At some point having grabbed your hand to pull you closer to his tall stature as he escorted the two of you through the rows of growing produce. The tips of his long purple bandana tickled your nose but you made no complaints.

"Donnie over here!"

Onwards he directed you along.

Off in the near distance was the blue clad Commander. On his shelled back was a raven haired child that looked no more than nine.

"Oi! Casey Jr can you please be un bueno niño(a good little boy)!" The leader begged as the afro mentioned brown-eyed boy tugged at the long tied strands to his azure mask. Tighting the fabric painfully around his head. Giggling at his guardian's torment. "Nah! This is so much fun el anciano(old man) " Casey cheered, showing off a wide chipped tooth grin. A recent cosmetic development much to Leo's jargon.

Back and forth the two went as you and Donatello approached the comedic duo. The softshell grown a small grin on his normally uninterested expression.

" Thank Gram Gram you're here Donnie! The pump to the filter finally said capoot! And—"

"Yeah I know that's why I'm here." The jade colored turtle cut off his Commander.

Leonardo didn't mind his brother's injection. Smile still present upon olive skin.

"Alright-o dear brother-o! I'll leave you to it."

As the two siblings continued to chat over the needed maintenance, the raven haired boy leaning over the lumbering leader's shoulder stared straight at you. Eyes like teddy bear plushies bore into your being as they watched. Wide and impressionable. Brown judging spheres.

You could feel the bugs scuttling under your skin again.

"(Y/n)..., (Y/n) are you listening?"

Breaking from the losing staring competition you were having with the nine year old. Knowing dark eyes like night drew your attention back to the mutant who was cradling your hand between his own odd pair.

Once the scientist was sure he had all of you here he repeated his directions. " (Y/n) I want you to hangout out here for a little while I work. The pump requires more attention than I had initially thought..." Jade eyelids closed for a moment as the mutant exhaled his stored breath. " ...if you need me you can ask Leo. He had said he and Casey had some things to do here for a bit anyways so he doesn't mind watching you."

You didn't care. It was just nice being outside that damn lab in general.

With the nod of your head Donatello allowed your smaller hand free from his mix matched grasp. " I'll be back soon. If you get too hot tell Leo and he'll take you inside to cool down." The turtle further explained. It was like he wasn't sure if he could depart from you. Even if he was only temporarily leaving you under his twin's supervision. He still didn't like the idea of not having you beside him as he worked. However the space in the room with the filter was limited. Although Donnatello would prefer to have you in sight. Genius does take a little finesse and he always performed best with space.

With one more glance the softshell turtle turned and left. Walking towards the small building far off in the corner of the massive underground green house.

Once gone you were left standing there. Unmoving like a puppet without it's puppeteer.

You guess you stood there for too long cause at some point the Leonardo approached and rested his palm on your clothed shoulder. Probably making sure you're still there before his olive palm spirited away.

Hands very much like Donatello's. Too much like Donnie's. The touch made you shutter. You hated it. You hated the jade turtle who did this to you.

Based on the Commander's look you could tell he wanted to ask if you were good. Though the question would be pointless when the answer was as obvious as the dirt that coated the thin fabric of your eggshell colored slip-on flats.

"Sensei why is that weird girl that General Donnie brought only got one eye? Is she a pirate?" Casey Jr inquired not aware of the offensive statement he constructed.

The blue clad leader flicked his retainee's forehead. Lightly punishing the child as he chastised the raven haired boy for the rude question. "Casey Jr that's not how we talk about people. Especially ladies. If you have a question you ask them politely. " The retainer informed. Dark onyx eyes too similar to that of his brainac twin's slid back to your cemented figure.

You were waiting.

With an awkward grin Leo proposed that you join him and Casey Jr on their check up on the Agricultural workers. You didn't respond, just nodding to whatever the aged ninja turtle had suggested.

Around the large farming area that had to be as big, if not bigger than old New York City's Grand Central Station. The red eared slider led you and Casey Jr around as he performed leader duties. The task not being that tedious if it wasn't for the raven haired kinder who wouldn't leave you be. The orphan kept asking too many personal questions for your taste. None of which you responded too. Though that didn't mean it stopped the nine year old from chatting your ear off.

For what felt like forever Casey Jr went on about, everything. There wasn't a single topic he stuck to. Bouncing from asking about how you knew General Donnie to do you always wear pajamas? What was your favorite food? Do you have any parents? What's your favorite game in the rec room?

The kid was gonna be the death of you if not the UVs that were starting to roast you. The faded winter sleeping attire you wore not necessarily the best outfit to be clothed in while under the artificial rays. Though you didn't complain. Didn't want to miss this opportunity to be outside of the technological General's lab.

You weren't ready to go back to the darkness. Not yet.

A single (E/c) colored orb found itself focused on the sudden opportunity presented.

You didn't have to go back as long as you did this right. You could be free. You couldn't fuck this up again. Not again. The anxiety of the looming punishment sat in the back of your mind. Giggling. A child-like tone mocking you for your thoughts of freedom. Reminding you if you escaped something worse could happen. Would happen.

Blood trickled down the (skin tone) surface of your chin. You had accidentally chewed your bottom lip to ground beef with your nervous tick, again.

Using the right sleeve of your pajama shirt you wiped away the oozing crimson fluid.

"Are you okay (Y/n)?" Casey's high but worried voice broke you from your scheming thoughts.

Looking down at Casey Jr's baby checks that had been holding a wide chipped smile instead thinned out into a tight frown. Wide brown orbs innocently peered up at you with concern.

For a moment you didn't reply.

Looking past the apocalyptic born child observing the interaction between Leo and the worker he spoke to. Gageing how much longer you had before the Commander returned from the discussion.

" I'm fine... but, ....do you think you could help me with something Casey? "

°°°°°°°

When his softshell twin asked him if he could watch (Y/n) while he worked on the hydroponic filter pump. The red eared slider was not gonna lie, he was not looking forward to the task. Already having his own gremlin running a muck the last thing the blue clad Commander wanted was a creepy-ass robot following them around.

However whenever it came to Donnie and (Y/n) being involved in the same situation there was hardly room for argument. Leo was the leader of the Resistance he swore that he'd do his best to help end this apocalypse and to do so he needed a functional base. That entailed having a controlled food supply, functioning weaponry, dormitories, facilities— the works. If anything was to go down. The blue bandana wearing mutant only has one reliable individual who could repair, design, modify— you name it. In less time than a whole team of engineers and mechanics he could whip up— combined. Only Donnie could do it. It's cause of the afro mentioned scientist and his inventions that the Krrang hadn't taken them out yet. The aged blue bandana wearing turtle wasn't actually sure how long they could fend off the pink tentacle armada without his softshell twin.

The thought keeps him on edge sometimes— what if the turtle passed or chose not to use his gift the way he does. They'd be screwed in the long run. The turtle imagines it would be similar to that of ant colony walking into a spider's nest. The carnage would be unsalvageable. They'd have to use the last resort.

He couldn't afford for shit to go sideways.

And sometimes if that meant sacrifices... for the greater good so be it. It was something the mutant leader wasn't proud of.

Leo isn't even really sure when the purple clad mutant even met (Y/n) or how. Donnie kept mostly to himself. Never straying far from his lab and a working coffee machine. So the fact the caffine addicted nerd met someone, let alone a girl. Truly made the phenomenon a mystery worthy of Sherlock Holmes.

He knew what he was doing when Donnie made his ultimatums. It was (Y/n) or no base. The softshell mutant was aware the kind of game he was playing. How it would affect everyone. So many would be lost because the adult ninja turtle wanted to throw a tantrum. Leonardo was ashamed but, it was necessary. He had to give in to the mad scientist's demands. The olive skinned mutant would like to say he had no choice— But he did. And he chose to keep the Resistance alive rather than allowing you to be free. He couldn't. Donnie wanted you and so you were the purple clad General's. There was no room for negotiations. The softshell was always stubborn like that. He played the odds in his favor. He'd let the whole base crumble if it meant he couldn't have you.

And for the last year, that was that.

Leonardo knew that Donatello was keeping you in his lab and that at some point over the last twelve months the workspace began to double as the jade turtle's quarters as well.

Only discovering the new development when visiting his purple color coded brother one day. The blue bandana wearing leader doesn't remember what he had gone to his sibling's work space for but, once inside he found the usual cluttered layout. However off closer to the far wall in the direct line of sight was the (Blonde/Brunette/Raven or Scarlet Haired/ Etc) tribute his brother had demanded for.

This had been when the (e/c) eyed woman still had her own bed. Though at some point after your escape attempt that had been thwarted by Mikey. He remembered because of the presence of the steel restraints that you typically wore when in Donnie's laboratory.

In the corner you were laying down. Hands obviously bound behind your back. The (h/c) haired captive probably scratched her neck raw again. His theory only confirmed upon closer inspection. Beneath the steel collar a dressing of white gauze. Though that wasn't the only injury. Like a Christmas present you were wrapped almost head to toe in the cotton bandages. Most likely caused by other attempts to break free from your bonds which backfired. Resulting in Donnie just further inhibiting your mobility.

Sometimes he doesn't understand why the softshell turtle did what he does. If he loved you, why did he let you hurt yourself like this? The technological General's plan was to rid you of your will. Like the mustang in stables he was gonna break that need to be free. You would be his. The aged purple coded mutant wouldn't accept anything less.

It was creepy how his sciencey twin doted on his feral captive. How even when discussing the condition of the base the crippled mutant still gravitates towards your curled up figure. In spite your attempts to chomp off his jade digits the Donnie still continued to glide his fingers through (h/c) strands. The action was bizarre to the red eared slider. He couldn't relate but if this kept the softshell from throwing the headquarters into the destructive hands of the Krrang. So be it.

Which brings Leo back to the current task at hand. Watching both Casey Jr and his brother's captive as he did his patrols of the agricultural production. He needed to start getting a feel of the ratio amount of crops so he knew how to plan for the Resistance's future. Winter was gonna be coming soon and scavenging in the snow was not an easy feat. Especially with pink tentacle freaks and the assimilated around every lurking corner up on the surface.

Leo was sure that this was gonna be a pain in the shell however to his surprise he found some entertainment out of the one sided conversation Casey Jr was having with you.

Regardless of the lack of your response, the raven haired boy kept bombarding you with rounds of endless questioning. Like twenty-one questions but, with more like five hundred-fifty-five questions. It was hilarious. Many times as he was communicating with his subordinates he would over hear Casey Jr spout something random. Comedic prompting caused the mutant leader to muffle his chuckles on a few occasions. The action earned him a raised brow or two from a couple of agricultural workers.

Everything was fun and games, until it wasn't.

Leo had been strolling down one of the many select rows of dirt walkways onto the next location he needed a report from. He had been listening to his live comedy show when he noticed the lack of quips from his adolescent charge. That's when he peeked over his broad shoulder, only to find nothing but the dirt path beneath his feet. Casey Jr and (Y/n) nowhere to be found.

That's when suddenly shit turned into a real life Lou Jitsu movie with a plot twist that kept the viewer at the edge of their seat. Except for Leo this wasn't a Lou Jitsu movie. He fucked up. Shit wasn't just gonna line up and all his problems would be solved. No. Hot Soup he had to solve this himself. The Resistance Commander gripped the inside pockets of his loose fitted beige pants. A small amount of anxiety rose at the possible implication of the duo's absence meant.

Now the blue clad mutant was aware he was the sharpest tool in the shed but he knew some things. For example, you wanted to leave. Casey Jr knew how to leave the base. Leo taught him in case of emergency if the red eared slider himself or someone else wasn't present to assist the child. Said afro mentioned charge wanted you to respond to his pestering. And the Resistance leader was distracted by the comedic routine and his patrols to notice the disappearance of the two-man comedic troupe he had been chaperoning.

The grown ninja turtle knew what you were doing. If his hypothesis was correct—

You were trying to use Casey Jr to escape.

The blue bandana wearing turtle internally scolded himself for his stupidity. He knew you wanted to escape. He shouldn't have let his guard down just because of your meek unresponsive domineer and his humorous charge.

Donatello was gonna kill him if he didn't find you before the purple clad mutant was finished repairing the pump. Which at this point was any minute.

Taking a deep breath of air Leonardo calmed his startled nerves. The mutated Commander had no reason to stress. He could handle this easily. Reminding himself that he taught Casey Jr how to flee from the base. If that truly was the case this retrieval should be a walk in the park.

Cursing his luck under his breath the olive skinned turtle dashed off in the suspected direction that you and Casey had traveled. Unaware of inky orbs following his brother's retreating figure. Ignorant to the irritated displeasure that burned within the tary pits.

°°°°°°°°

As a kid your mother the ever devoted follower— used to warn you about making deals with demons and wicked imps. They'd offer whatever you wished for just a simple price before snatching away your soul. Never would you ever reach the kingdom in the clouds with her and your brother Ethan(I know so creative). Now adult, you knew that stuff was a crock of shit— but as a starry-eyed child with all the hopes and no crushed self esteem, you believed it. Though now as you traversed through disgusting sewer waste you can honestly say that it was a possibility. How else did you end up in this mess? You rolled the dice with the jade devil and now you couldn't pay.

"(Y/n)? .....Were you even listening?"

Without even realizing it you drifted off into your thoughts again an occurrence that only seemed to become more frequent the longer you stayed in that base. In that lab. With the purple bandana wearing turtle who betrayed your trust.

Hopefully after this you wouldn't have to worry about that mutated swindler ever again.

"Sorry.. I was just thinking about something...could you repeat what you said again?" You asked glancing down at your miniature guide, a tight smile presented on your (skin tone) face. It's been a while since you had to play nice.

It was selfish but, you had no other choice. You'd never have this opportunity again. You only had one way out. No one else was gonna help you. Push came to shove you were willing to do whatever it took to flee from the purple clad demon who wouldn't leave you be.

" Dios miós! I-iii aaasked why you're tryinna' to leave this base? Isn't everyone like, tryinna' to get in the base not out? " The doomsday child inquired. Emphasizing his question with a dramatic arched brow and one big questioning eye. The expression very animated. The kid likely picked up the look from a old salvaged comic from the Resistance headquarters' communal library.

Not prepared for the sudden insightful line questioning from the nine year old who up until now had been just asking whatever seemed to pop into his head.

With a forced grin you replied. "You wish." Teasing the now pouting child before continuing. "Though if you must know. I'm gonna go see some family." You lied releasing a tired exhale as your sole (e/c) orb looked around the seemingly empty canels that Casey was accompanying you through. Claiming that he only knew the way based on the look of the surroundings. How he tells the difference between one gross wall from another gross wall slightly boggled your head. Though if it got you out of this cement prison you didn't care.

For a moment as the two of you walked side by side the raven haired child peered up at you with a squinting gaze as he absorbed your answer. Another cartoonish action that made the corner of your lip slightly curl.

"Hmmmm... Alrighty! I can understand wanting to see your family. I lost my mother when I was young but, Leo and his brothers always make me feel right at home!" The young child perked as he grinned up at you with that wide chipped grin of his.

You missed this type of interaction. No fighting or an obsessive purple bandana wearing turtle lurking. Just two normal people just having a plain conversation. No commands or shifty deals. Just one person leading the other to the long awaiting freedom you've desired.

These interactions with the teddy bear brown eyed boy become more challenging with each quip the child spoke. Insects were drilling into the flesh under your skin again. Burrowing into the empty casket of your missing soul. Thriving on what is left of your sanity as they scuttled around in the memories you didn't want to face.

Somehow peering down at the chubby cheeks and scruffy black hair of Casey Jr's that didn't resemble Ethan in any way— still made you think of your deceased younger sibling.

He had been only eight years old he was the first to go out of your happy family trio. It had happened when the Krrang had first opened their portal. Neither one of you were prepared for the earthquake like shake before the ceiling of your mother's apartment collapsed and crushed the two of you under crumbling rubble. When you came to after pushing crumbled drywall from on top of yourself and searching for your younger sibling. All you found when you searched through broken pieces of your childhood home was blood. You couldn't lift the interior support beam off of where you had presumed Ethan was. The steel was far too heavy and your palms were too coated in the surrounding sediment to be able to lift the remaining pieces. You couldn't do anything. Unable to fulfill the role of the older sibling.

For hours you bawled as you had tried to wait for your mother's return. She had been at work when the Krrang attacked. You never did find out what became of her. You always did hope that she got away and somehow was doing well. Even if the reality is she most likely got assimilated or killed. You still always prayed she was doing good.

You just wanted to see them again. Go back in time and re-live the moments you carelessly spent. Fights and words you wish could be taken back. Reclaim wasted opportunities that you'll never have again. How you wish you could tell them you loved them both one last time.

"(Y/n) were here."

At the sound of Casey Jr's squeaky voice your lone (e/c) orb found presented before it was a waterfall of sludge that spilled over into a thirty-five foot drop. Leading down into what appeared into a bay of the same icky substance rushing past your soaked flats. An

With a cheeky grin the raven haired boy pointed down into the pool below. "This is it, the end of the line for me!" The boy quipped before continuing. "I can't go any further with you but, if you keep following that tunnel down there you should be out of the sewers in no time!" Casey finished with a smirk arms crossed over his tiny chest as he explained the directions. Obviously proud himself for remembering his Sensei's words.

" Thanks... " You grinned awkwardly. Not particularly fond of the idea of swimming through god knows what.

"Goodbye Casey, ...thank you for showing me the out." A small smile grew on your face as you looked back at the nine year old only to see the cause of your nightmares standing silently in the background. Glowing optic reflecting in the shadows like a beast prowling the jungle.

Suddenly the spacious catacomb you've been traversing through didn't have enough air. Your chest clenched tight around the squishy organs encased in your ribs.

"(Y/n) are you alrig—"

"Casey Jr stay back!"

It was Leonardo, already at his charge's side holding back the nine year old from advancing any further into the situation that no longer included them. Donatello already approaching forward with the same air of confidence he always carried. Expression studious and sharp. Although the purple tattooed turtle did not display it— he was fucking furious.

"I should've known you would do this to me, (Y/n). " The General dryly chuckled as he edged closer. Every bold step forward the purple bandana wearing ninja took, the closer your shaking legs stumbled towards the slimy edge of the trash filled waterfall. In his three fingered grip a pair of steel cuffs. The kind you see in the movies except from the look of the bulky things. The ones dangling from Donatello's right hand were real.

Fuckfuckfuckfuck— Things were moving too fast. Your rampaging pumping muscle was going to explode. Panicked breaths filled the range of sound your anxiety allowed at you honed in on the jade demon in front of you.

" I should've never made that deal with you... you lied to me. You knew that my mother was dead— YOU KNEW!" You cried as your lone (e/c) eye flashed back and forth between the cracking edge you stood on and the softshell who stood before you. "You fucking lied to me! You played me just so I would stay! I FUCKING HATE YOU! I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!"

Panting you learned forward, (skin tone) palms resting on your knees. Never breaking eye contact with the aged turtle who although appeared collected was everything but. Narrowed black eyes filled with so much anger. Though still allowed you continue.

"I... -pant-....will never.. -pant- ..fucking love you. You were a mistake. Any feelings I ever had for you were a mistake. I wish I never had met you. I wish I fucking died when you rescued me on your stupid scrap run those months ago..." Straighten your stature you gave the infuriated jade turtle one last look as you smugly looked him dead in the eye.

"I wish whatever fucked up God had chose to taken General Raph, ....had instead killed you..." You calmly stated. Laughing as you continued. Silent tears finally falling out of your last good eye. " Hahahaha— the only reason— you are soooo important enough to still be alive is because your older brother decided to give his life for all of you sick fucks! I pity his sacrifice— maybe at least if he was still here he would know how to handle shit instead of giving into an overgrown spoiled brat like you!"

Silence. No one made a peep. The only sound that broke through the thick tension in the tunnel was the rushing sound of the sewers water that at this point has successfully drenched the legs of your muck covered plaid bottoms.

In the background the fearless blue bandana wearing Commander's emotions were all laid out on his nonexistent sleeve. He was hurt, pissed, and over all he just looked disturbed with the overall conversation.

Meanwhile Casey Jr shielded his face into his Sensei's plastron. Quite sobs choking the boy as his tiny hands griped onto his Commander's beige pant leg like his life depended on it. Terrified of the situation that didn't make sense to the child. The sight made your heart ache just a little bit.

Donatello didn't say anything. He didn't do anything just bore holes into your soul. You had opened your mouth to continue berating the purple clad asshole who's kept you in his fuckin' lab for the last year. Forced you to sleep next to him. Locked you up like a dog when you tried to run away.

However the jade mutant beat you to the punch.

"Shut up. Don't you dare even say another fucking word. "The aged ninja seethed, closing the space between the two of you in a blink of an eye. His left metal palm shooting to grasp your according bicep, tightening his grip around the tender flesh.

" I don't ever want to ever hear you mention Raph's name ever again. You don't fucking deserve to say it. You're so ungrateful and pathetic it just makes everyone around you laugh at your stupidity. Are you really trying to leave the base? Me? For what? Just so you can go fucking kill yourself out there? I saved you. I'm supporting the human race even when all the facts say I shouldn't. That I should've given up on this stupid apocalypse alooong time ago but, I didn't. I had wanted to when we had crossed paths for the first time. When I rescued you, I changed my mind. Why can't you just be grateful!?!?" Donatello cried as he pushed you from the tunnels edge into the roaring murky waters below.

°°°°°

Beep...beep...beepbeepbeep

There she is.

The softshell will admit he lost a bit of his composure back there. He shouldn't have pushed you from that high of a point but, you just made him so mad. How dare you bring up Raph. You weren't there. You don't know what it was like on that battlefield. There was no winning, only retreat. You don't realize how much he wishes everyday that the one who had perished was himself not Raph. You don't realize. You're always so naive. That's why Donatello was here to keep you safe. It was for your own good.

There.

In the shallow waters was your water logged figure. Obviously you were out cold based off small rise and fall of your chest.

With a sigh, Donatello slid the projected screen from the monitor on his cybertronic arm. Deactivating the tracker that was implanted in your abdomen. Lucky for him had installed this little insurance a long time ago after one of your many fits just for this type of emergency. Finding the gadget handy in locating you both times. Not having to rely on his red eared slider twin's amazing capabilities.

Trekking into the shallow water the purple clad turtle reached down and retrieved your knocked out figure. Not caring particularly much about the condition of his loose dark purple pants that soaked up the surrounding water fairly quickly.

With a strong exhale of air the technological general retreated back to his base chastising you under his breath along the way. Once there the softshell would insure that you wouldn't have another opportunity like this again.

Like a true scientist Donatello learns from his mistakes and he'll keep trying until one of his punishments clicks. It's not like you won't give the techno demon the opportunity to do so. Not that Donatello minds.

After all where would science be without trial and error?

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Wazzup!

You guys made this far so you deserve the scoup on the next one-shot will be...

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I don't have a picture for Future Raph but, if you guys have any good pictures saved hit me up I'm always open.

I have some ideas on how I want to do it. Though I could also turn it into a post movie sort of deal. Where it takes place after the events of the ROTTMNT movie. Thouughhh it's up to you guys. One person has already voted for some future Raph so we'll see what I come up with.

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The folktale of the Ketelaars and the haunted castle of Maldegem [Belgian folklore]

The Belgian city of Maldegem used to be plagued by a gang of notorious bandits called the ‘Ketelaars’. The name ‘Ketelaars’ is an old Dutch word for coppersmiths who made and fixed things like kettles for a living, also called ‘Keteileirs’ in older sources. I'm not sure this gang ever really existed because I found no mention of them in actual historical sources, but there is a well-documented folktale about them (which was originally a song, called ‘de legende van het heerke van Maldeghem’ meaning 'the legend of the lord of Maldegem'):

As the story goes, the lord of Maldegem was out hunting one day deep in the woods, when he came upon a shepherd waiting for his sheep to return. This man didn’t look unusual but he did carry a beautiful, well-crafted horn that immediately caught the lord’s attention.

And so the lord dismounted and talked to the shepherd, asking if he could blow that wonderful horn of his. The shepherd protested and refused but the lord was very persistent. Eventually, he grabbed the horn anyway and blew it loudly.

Unfortunately for him, the shepherd was a bandit in disguise: all 36 Ketelaars were hiding nearby and the sound of the shepherd’s horn was the signal for the thieves to gather. The lord of Maldegem was reminded that actions have consequences – even for nobles – and he soon found himself surrounded by the entire gang of robbers. The bandits couldn’t risk their hideout being found, and so they agreed to kill the lord.

But the bandit who had disguised himself as a shepherd disagreed. Perhaps he didn’t like unnecessary bloodshed, or perhaps he was afraid that killing the lord would cause his servants to come looking for him, or maybe he simply took a liking to this odd fellow. Whatever his reason, he argued that they should let the man go and – being a talented orator – he managed to convince the rest of the gang. And so they let the lord go, but they did make him promise to ‘never speak with your mouth of what happened here today, and never write with a pen about it.’

The lord solemnly swore that he would never do either of those things, and he quickly mounted and disappeared. But he couldn’t just let those robbers and thieves go about their business, and so he rode to the city of Brugge with a plan.

When he arrived, the lord demanded a cart full of white sand. He then spilled all of the sand on the floor and spread it into a thin layer, and removed his shoe. Carefully, he wrote his story in the sand with his toe, and the onlookers understood what had happened. Immediately, a group of soldiers travelled to the hideout of the Ketelaar gang. All 36 members were swiftly arrested and sentenced to death by immurement.

The lord of Maldegem did not show mercy and ordered the construction of a subterranean dungeon with 36 chains. All of the robbers were chained to the wall, given a loaf of bread and a can of water, and then the lord’s men closed the last hole in the walls, entombing the criminals forever.

But the spirits of the Ketelaars never found rest, always lamenting their fate and how stupid they were to trust the lord of Maldegem. Unable to truly leave this world, their ghosts haunted the castle of Maldegem.

One day, the building was plagued by a supernaturally terrible storm: the heavens raged and screamed with thunder and lightning. The lord of Maldegem was struck by a lightning bolt and died on the spot. And so, the spirits of the bandits got their revenge.

This is the story as it is told by professor K. C. Peeters. My second source, which in turn cites a book from 1963 that I’ve been unable to locate myself, tells the same story with some minor differences (there, it was the shepherd who blew his horn instead of the lord).

The story of the Ketelaars is claimed to be centuries old but no precise date is given. The oldest mentions that I personally found were from J. F. Willems in 1838 and one from Frans Willems in his 1848 collection of folk songs.

In Reesinghe, Maldegem, there is a castle that’s sometimes implied to be the haunted location in the story but it’s not old enough. East of the current building, however, there are ruins of a much older fortress. I cannot say with certainty that this is where the Ketelaars were imprisoned, but I do know that it has a basement which is now dedicated to bats.

Sources: Peeters, K. C., 1979, Vlaams Sagenboek, Davidsfonds, Leuven. Volksverhalenbank Notteboom, H., 1995, een literair historische benadering van I. Rond den Heerd: de legende van het heerken van Maldeghem, Appeltjes van het Meetjesland: jaarboek van het Heemkundig genootschap van het Meetjesland, nr. 46. https://inventaris.onroerenderfgoed.be/erfgoedobjecten/58231 for the details on the castle. Willems, J. F., 1838, Belgisch museum voor de Nederduitsche tael- en letterkunde en de geschiedenis des vaderlands, Deel 2, Belgisch Museum, which you can read here. (image: the ruins of the supposedly haunted castle of Maldegem. Image source: Willems, J. F., 1838)

[alivingmel]

Apologies, reasons, c-c-cancer?!?, future plans, etc.

HELLO FRIENDS, it's Mel. It's been a very long time since I've posted here, and I feel I owe all you lovely folks who supported me in years past an explanation (whether or not you even remember me because it has been years now) SO, let me tell you what's been going on (under the cut):

Back in 2017, my mental health hit an all-time low that resulted a suicide attempt and subsequent hospitalization. Thankfully, my time in the hospital set me on a path that led me to receiving the care and medication I needed! I started on a mood stabilizer that truly changed my life around. . .

But, because my period of positive self-growth coincided with staying offline and not drawing as frequently as I used to, a misguided part of my brain began associating these things with that awful mental state that almost killed me. I never, ever wanted to feel that awful again, so I started to shy away from sharing and making art until avoiding it completely.

Furthermore, many of my pieces had been fueled by pure mental anguish and, once that pain was alleviated by the proper medication, I found myself struggling to find the motivation to create anything. . . My mind was so much clearer and I could come up with concepts for stories and characters better than ever, but actually getting these ideas down on paper became difficult. For most of my life, I had overrelied on frantic emotions and the idea that my life was not worth anything beyond what I created whenever I made art.

Now that I've realized that yes, my life is valuable and yes, I want to live it, my old approach to art was rendered defunct. I became distracted by new hobbies, since I was able to actually Enjoy Things properly for the first time in my adult life. . . And also because I was avoiding art, which had become a source of frustration and embarrassment for me. I felt like I was a different person than I was before, and the old me was a mess but DAMN they could draw.

I believe it's possible for me to rekindle my passion for creating stuff and discover a reason to draw that isn't unhealthy! But it will require a LOT of focus and energy from me, involving a lot of aggravation and disappointment because FUN FACT when you don't draw for months at a time, you get rusty as hell.

Thus far, I haven't been able to manage the sustained effort required to remember how to draw because, despite being far more mentally stable nowadays, the the last six years have been very. . . Unstable. . . I've lost beloved pets and family members, had to support both parents with major surgeries on several occasions, deal with multiple drawn out court cases (one involving a police officer with a vendetta against my brother trying to get him put in jail, LONG STORY. . .), keep my house from falling apart without having nearly enough money to properly fix the staggering amount of things wrong with it, the persistent cold (and sometimes very hot) war between my immediate family members, and so on. . . My minds been so preoccupied with a constant stream of disasters in my household that it's been VERY EASY to justify a continuing avoidance of art.

I was hoping this year would be the one where I'd get back on track, but instead it turned out to be the year where the old track violently explodes and now I have to build a WHOLE NEW TRACK. So, for now, I have to focus on preventing the derailed train that is my life from jettisoning off a cliff.

Back in December 2022, I discovered a lump in one of my breasts. Considering my age and the fact that it was actually causing me discomfort, I figured it was a benign cyst. Got a mammogram and a biopsy to make sure! IT WAS NOT A CYST. I was diagnosed with triple negative breast cancer, which tends to be the type of breast cancer that folks under 40 get. It's often connected to genetics, but I tested negative for all relevant gene mutations and no one else in my family has even had breast cancer. IT FELT LIKE A VERY SOAP OPERA-ESQUE TURN OF EVENTS AFTER EVERYTHING ELSE THAT'S HAPPENED, not very realistic plot progression on Life's part, 0/5 stars.

Triple negative is unfortunately one of the most aggressive types of breast cancer and, since the "triple negative" refers to the tumors lack of hormone receptors and the HER2 protein, it does not respond to most targeted breast cancer treatments. But because triple negative tumors are nasty, fast-growing little fuckers, Classic™ chemotherapy works wonders on 'em!

Thankfully, despite all the doctors suspecting otherwise, my nearest lymph node tested negative! Makes a huge difference in treatment, likelihood of recurrence and metastasis, and my chance of surviving this ordeal. The amount of chemo I have had to endure has sucked hardcore and will continue to suck. I finished 12 weekly infusions at the end of May, and I started the last 4 bi-weekly infusions in June. The last four doses include a very friendly, fun-loving drug nicknamed "the red devil". :’)

The silver lining of this whole mess is that I FINALLY GET THESE TITS TAKEN OFF AND I DON'T EVEN HAVE TO PAY OUT OF POCKET. . . As you may or may not know, I'm nonbinary. I've never had any desire for HRT, but god, GOD, my boobs have given me hardcore dysphoria since puberty willed them into existence. I'm not very comfortable talking about my identity with family and acquaintances irl, so the fact that I don't have to explain myself to nosy relatives now is a relief. WOULD HAVE DEFINITELY PREFERRED HAVING SOME AWKWARD CONVERSATIONS INSTEAD OF FUCKING CANCER, but at least I get some kind of reward at the end of all this.

As someone that's been (physically lol) healthy their whole life, this has been a difficult journey. And, this is wicked cheesy, but the amount of strength I've been able to scrounge up? SHOCKING. I'm proud of how I've managed to grow as a person since 2017. Back then, I could've never pulled this shit off. 2023 MEL IS THE MOST POWERFUL MEL YET, BUT. . . THIS MEL NEEDS TO CHANNEL THEIR NEWFOUND TEMPERANCE INTO THEIR ART AFTER GETTING THROUGH THIS. . .

I actually had this fairytale idea that I'd draw during my chemo sessions and ~rediscover my passion~. . . But I qualified for a cooling cap program (helps with the hair loss, trying to retain as many follicles as I can cuz they play the lead role in my physical presence ok!!!) and the headache you get from encasing your skull with ice is not exactly conducive to productivity.

SO, for now, I need to focus on beating the shit out of cancer and recovering from the treatment beating the shit out of me. But because this experience has made me hyper aware of the fact that we do not get an infinite amount of years to do all the things that we want to do in life, I WILL RETURN. . . Because I have stories to tell! With shitty characters that have shittier lives! I didn't devote 30% of my grey matter to this stuff just to take it with me to the grave, man!!!

ALSO, A REMINDER: if you ever feel like there's something off with yourself, health-wise, do not hesitate to get yourself checked out by a doctor. Whether it's a tiny lump, a persistent dull pain, or anything else. . . Find out what, exactly, it is. I caught this cancer right in time! At this stage, the survival rate for triple negative breast cancer is a little over 90%. Had I waited to get checked out, had I given it enough time to matastize to a distant part of my body. . . My chances of surviving would've dipped to about 12%. That period where I was waiting on tests to confirm whether the cancer had gone anyplace else was absolutely terrifying. SO PLEASE, DON'T FUCK AROUND WITH YOUR HEALTH (OR YOU MIGHT FIND OUT).

[bewitchingbaker]

Shame on the Devil

A small drabble exploring the argument between @gretaphasmatosmartin and Chris that lead to the end of their relationship. Inspired by the track of the same name.

It's 95 dergees outside.

Not a single soul could escape the hellish heat that plauged the city. A/C's ran over time, 7 Elevens were pumping out slushees and every cold beverage they could sell and pools were over run with families escaping the heat. It was as if the devil himself managed to get a hold of the temperature dial and turn it up to punish the poor citizens.

Within a small apartment, a certain couple could especially feel the heat thanks to a broken A/C. A young baker, Chris Luna, could be heard rummaging through a tool box, hands looking for the correct screw driver for this situation. Even though he's clad in a black tank and shorts, sweat still cursed his body, even with the presence of the ice cold water he downed. Despite his being covered in sweat, he makes sure the two fans he brought over are on a certain witch. The apple of his eye, Greta, appeared to be elsewhere. Her mind isn't on the broken A/C nor the hellish heat. A conversation plauged her mind with fear and doubts.

'You found a good one. What's his name? Chris?'

'...I mean he's sweet. No magic in him though!'

'Oh Greta, you don't know? That boy's family got some history and if it's one thing I know, he's got quite a future. Might be good to have him here....'

Greta knew all about Chris's family. Sure she learned after they began to date and for a brief moment, she considered bringing him into her world. But...she knew the drawbacks. Chris was too kind of his own good. If Greta had a problem, he was johnny on the spot. Rarely, did he ever ask for anything big aside from a small kiss on the cheek and maybe company to a concert. Every now and again, he might reveal a little bit about his family's history and that told her everything she needed to know.

Even now, he took time out of his day to come over and fix her A/C.

Those soft brown hues meet hers for a moment. Offering a playful shrug and chuckle before going back to his repairman role. So innocent. If only he knew the danger he could potentially be in. Greta was so careful whenever they were out. Never using any magic, going places Klause wouldn't dream of going and never drawing too much attention. But they were always under his ever watchful eye.

"Damn," Chris finally spoke with a sigh, "I think I got it working. Sorry it took so long, you'd think after fixing shit at Luna's I'd be much faster...but it was a learning experience."

He stands up with a stretch, offering Greta one of those dorky smiles. The witch stares at him for an eternal moment. There is a brief second where she considers bringing 'Cupcake' to Klaus. But the mere thought of being replaced is enough to bring about a scowl. Coupled with the fact of those kind eyes and warm smile fading from going through what she had to go through.

What could she do?

Something she knew how to do best.

"When people say it's a learning experience, it means it wasn't a good time. You can say you didn't want to do it," Greta finally spoke with a roll of her eyes.

A pause.

His hand rubs the back of his neck, an awkward chuckle soon following. Was this another one of her messing with him things? Greta couldn't be that mean. Could she?

"...Ah, you got me," Chris smiles, "You always got jokes. You know I'm not like that, I have no problem helping out."

Another roll of her eyes.

"And like your aunt says, you always deflect cause you can't handle when things get tough."

The first blow hit Chris harder than any punch he's ever felt in his life. He told her that on particular night when he was really feeling vulnerable. Those big brown eyes widened once he heard that and he swears his 6'0 frame shrinks about 4 sizes.

"....I didn't think this was tough, I thought I was helping," he finally spoke, "Did I do something wrong? I'm sorry if-"

An annoyed damn sigh comes from Greta, her hands pinching the bridge of her nose. Those once sweet and soft hues that brought her a smile just made her all the more disgusted. Both at Klause and...at Chris. Why the hell did he have to get interested in her? Why couldn't she tell him that Klause wanted another witch to do his bidding?

She had answers. But these were the last of Greta's worries. Right now, she just wanted Chris out of here. The witch stands up, hands motioning to the sorry man that was Chris.

"Here we fuckin go with those puppy dog eyes," Greta says staring at him with ice cold eyes, "When are you going to toughen up?"

Another slap to the face, making him look at his feet as if the answers were there. Greta was someone that Chris shared quite a few things with...she was his girlfriend after all and he actually managed to tell ehr a few things that were on his mind as of late. He never thought. she ould use it against him.

Greta knew all of his buttons and boy was she ready to push them. Anything to keep him safe and more importantly....keep her place within Klaus's group. The witch already had him ont he ropes and she already had the finishing blow ready.

"No wonder your family walks all over you. 6'0 and you can't even stand up for yourself...it's fuckin pathetic."

The baker's hands grip the bottom of his shirt, jaw tensing up for a brief moment. He could fight back. He could say something about how she hasn't talked to her family. Hell, he could bring up the many times he's helped her with any sudden emergencies...but he doesn't. Chris knows he won't. He looks up to her too much to even think of hurting her the way she is right now.

Chris can only bite his lips and take a deep breath to hold back the waterworks. With a slump, he picks up his backpack. Those soft brown hues look at her for an eternal moment before he heads to the door.

"...I'm sorry, I'll just head out," Chris finally whispers.

"Good. I'm tired of looking at you...bye."

He doesn't even think to ask if he's going to see her tomorrow. A rehtorical question really. Chris doesn't know what he did to piss her off but he wasn't going to egg it on. The baker walks to the door and looks at her. Even with those eyes glaring daggers at him, the baker is still smitten with her.

"...See you around..." Chris says, "You can keep the fans...it's hot."

For a moment. Just a brief moment. Greta's face softens...even in the worst circumstances, he puts her before him. Why did he have to make this so hard? But she remains firm, one hand on the door.

"Bye."

With that, she shuts the door on him. Leaving him standing there for a few seconds before slowly walking away. Another sigh escapes Greta's lips,walking over to plop on the couch. That was....alot. He didn't deserve that but he was out of Klaus's eye for now. Her place was safe and cupcake wasn't going to be going through any of the bullshit.

She looks at the fans and then at the 2 joints he's rolled for her. Another sigh. Greta takes one and stares at the photos they took in a photo booth on their third date. So happy. Much easier times...but good times had to end at some point.

[daemonhxckergrrl]

i think it should be illegal for landlords to have anything to do with home networking, nothing between tenants and their ISP. i had one landlord who, when we got fibre installed, added a network cable through the walls so we could plug our router in upstairs instead of in the downstairs entryway where the fibre connection came in. great! except he found some network cable that capped out at about 50Mbit/s over 15-20m or so. so about 5% of the gigabit plan we had.

i think it should be illegal for landlords. full stop. period.

all my utilities are included in rent (part of why i was able to afford this place back when i moved in), so it's my landlord's name on the internet bill. also i don't think we have any legal say in what type of smoke alarms are used (as long as the landlord ensures they meet regulations on the amount and placement), which means even if i did choose my ISP and set the router up myself i could still be forced to use all the smart home stuff if the landlord put nest smart alarms in the property. which they have. but they also sorted the networking. and the flat is rented as individual flats w/ communal areas (kitchen, bathrooms etc.) rather than a big flat w/ multiple bedrooms if that make sense and since the router is in the communal area (and would affect other tenants) i'm pretty sure touching it would be a breach of contract. so like there's multiple ways in which it's all fucked and you're so right. but it's not a situation that can be avoided or changed until i can move elsewhere :c

also that's fucked like obviously they picked the cheapest cable that had the right connectors on it and ignored the rated speed bc hey it's not their problem (though if you were paying for gigabit separate to your rent and an action on your landlord's part caused you to not get that full speed, there may have been recourse to challenge them about it ? depends on what was in your contract).

another thing our landlord did is whenever there's an issue that we report and they (eventually) fix, they then like to micromanage us as tenants for the next couple weeks. we got told one of the kitchen table was too messy (it had clean pots and pans on it bc of a lack of suitable storage space), given a week to move stuff off or it would all get chucked. they actually came in and took everything off that table. which i'm pretty sure is illegal. and then promised us new cupboards or something to help w/ the storage issue. and it's been months. no new cupboards. this shit only happens whenever they have to come fix a door hinge or the boiler etc. like some sort of punishment for telling them the flat we pay them to live in is falling apart. for having to do the one job they actually have. that they don't even have to do bc they call in contractors to do it.

anyway, yeah fuck landlord and fuck them controlling stuff in the property you're paying to live in. also i had no idea about all the smart home stuff until i moved in. it's not really pointed out during the viewing. and nest are especially bad bc those devices recently had some sort of voice command feature unlock, meaning they were built w/ microphones this whole time which was never disclosed until the voice command feature dropped.

rant over lmao i'm hoping to move in a year, maybe two years depending on what's available and for how much

[theauthorlives]

(yancy, 9. What is their greatest achievement?)

Character Questions (Accepting!)

@c-aptainslog

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"Oh! That's a good question. I know I keep saying I ain't worth shit - and that's still true before anyone says anything - but there is one thing I did that I's proud of; and that's the fact that I is a qualified mechanic. It's kinda the, uh, finale to a big sorta big change, if that makes sense. But it's a bit of a long read so we's using one of them read mores."

"

"So when I was a teen, I had been in with a proper greaser group. Accidentally found 'em on one of my long trip walks home after school since I didn't wanna go home. They was just a group of guys in their forties and upward who was big into cars, rock an' roll, all that good stuff. They met some afternoons at one of the local coffee shops and they'd take up half the car park. Great business for the place, I was told! Anyway, I met this guy we called Rubber Wheels, and he was a mechanic. He seen I had an interest in how vehicles worked and, uh, maybe he saw something good in me that I didn't, 'cause he let me help him in his garage - also called 'Rubber Wheels', but folks just called it "The Garage". Only on weekends, since he wanted me to stay in school. He got me signed up on this intern programme that let me take part in a course that would let me get a mechanic cert that I could then use to get more things later.

I then hit my first real shit point in life, but that ain't a story for now. All youse gotta know I'd that I ditched the job without no excuse.

After that point - and we is talking a couple of years later - I went back to the Garage like some mutt with its tail between its legs. Rubber Wheels was pissed at first, but then he showed this side of him that, uh, that he was worried 'bout me? Slapped me upside the head when he seen the scar but then pulled me into a bear hug when he said that he was glad I survived.

Dunno how he managed it, but I was able to pick up the course where I left off and see it through. I was 20 at that point, and I wasn't in any school, so I could cover way more hours. He helped me get my smoking and drinking down waaay low too, and he'd keep me on so long as I kept outta trouble. And like, I didn't wanna get tangled up in nothing, so I could do that.

And I did, and I got my cert. But the night of it, Rubber Wheels had one of them family emergencies so he couldn't go with me. I was like, 'aight, thats cool, I can go by myself to get the piece of paper.

But I never got to get that celebratory drink off him. I lived in the high of having something good to my name for about... An hour? Two hours tops?

Still... If there's one thing, it's that even after all these years, I can still help the guards figure out vehicle problems before they can get a proper mechanic here. And I've been winging it, but I've been trying to fix some machines too. A washing machine ain't a motor bike, that's for sure!"

[harrison-abbott]

Hands down the worst place I ever stayed in was this flat on Justice Street on Aberdeen. I only signed the lease in the first place because it was cheap, and right in the city centre. So it was a good location and didn’t cost much.

The first night I was there, whilst I was doing up my new room, I caught this strong smell of what I thought was gas. It smelled like gas, but, it had a stagnant, old vibe to it as well. Like it was stale gas. So I panicked a bit because I thought there was a gas leak. And I left the flat because I didn’t want to be inhaling it.

I went down the stairs and out of the main building, and just then my new flat mate, who was called Kamilla, showed up, just having finished work. I told her the problem. “Oh shit,” she said, “but I think what your smelling is the piping.”

She had smelled the same thing. But it wasn’t gas. It was just the rancid piping of the building that gave off this harsh smell.

I emailed my landlady about it. She confirmed, that it was ‘nothing to worry about’.

My landlady was called Blanka. She had lived in Aberdeen for her bachelor’s degree, and had owned this flat. Or rather, her parents will have bought her this flat. And then she rented it out to, well, me and Kamilla, after she moved to Europe to study a master’s.

So, Blanka wasn’t in Scotland. I think she was studying in Italy, I believe.

Later, I found that, indeed, there was a pipe in my room. It’d been hidden behind one of the bookshelves, and somebody had tied a plastic bag around the open end of it. As in, the pipe was essentially open: and it was emitting that funky air.

My room was also not a proper room. Because the flat itself was a three room flat, consisting of a main bedroom, where Kamilla stayed, a bathroom, and a kitchen. In order to make my ‘room’, Blanka had put up a wall half way between the kitchen, to make it into two rooms.

I still wasn’t really that bothered because it was cheap and I had a place to study for my course.

But then the boiler broke. It went bust, one day. And we had to call Blanka in Italy to pay for a guy to come fix it. And, two weeks later it bust again, and another chap was called over. When it happened a third time, the newest guy told us that this boiler basically needed a complete replacement, or else it would just keep failing.

So we kept telling Blanka in Italy. Her communication was very sparse and vague.

Kamilla stayed over at her boyfriend’s, and stopped paying her rent, because she wasn’t living here.

Oh, and, then the shower got broken as well. It just gave out this little dribble of water rather than a proper spray.

So I emailed Blanka and told her about the various problems. Again.

She said that she could cut the rent for me, if I could bear staying? And, that made it ever more cheaper. So I thought I would cling on for some time. It was only £200 a month.

Then the boiler broke a fourth time. And Kamilla went nuts at Blanka.

Blanka then emailed me saying that she was so sorry, but she had no other option than to sell the flat. She was really so very apologetic, since she knew I was studying and so on. She said I could stay until I was able to move out. So I stayed for another six weeks or so, and moved into Kamilla’s bigger room (where she was no longer staying). And I didn’t pay Blanka rent for those extra months. The Hell with that.

So yeah, eventually I moved elsewhere in the city. Which caused a whole load of other problems.

But, do you know what the final insult with Blanka was? She never sold the flat. She basically just got me to leave, after Kamilla did, because she couldn’t be bothered dealing with the broken boiler, the shitty smells with the piping, or the shower that didn’t work, because she had her own life in Italy.

I know that she didn’t sell it, because, fastforward a few months in the following Autumn, this property had been put up for rent on Justice Street, Aberdeen, by Blanka. She had posted it on the Facebook ‘looking for places’ page thing.

That was pretty crummy of her, I thought.

But, Hell. I live in Edinburgh now. Fat chance I’m ever going back to Aberdeen.

Despite all this, Blanka was not the worst landlady/landlord. I know people who have way worse stories with landlords. People getting kicked out of the property when they’re trying to study, or, having their rent hiked up out of the blue when they can’t afford it. I’ve never understood why landlords, in these cases, can’t sympathise with the people who are living in the place.

People need a roof over their heads. And to just rip it away from them is pretty scandalous.

[welcome-to-oslov]

Listen, I've gotta defend Vera for a sec 😅 Very TMI defense. But. She wanted Tilrey back b/c sex had never felt the same way with anyone else, she could never come except the times she's been with him. Fix it, she cried!

Why? I know why!

Same here: I went to college, got a boyfriend, masturbated -- nothing. Meh. Blah. Touching my clit didn't do much at all, whether me or him. What is everyone talking about? How does this work?

Then one day, I'd had this awful guy roommate we were trying to kick out, and we were home alone together. He went on a tirade & grabbed my upper arm hard, yanking me across the room. I had to leave, call the cops, etc. But as I stood out there on the sidewalk what I'll never forget (drumroll TMI): my clit was *throbbing*. Holy shit. It felt so motherfuckin' incredible. So THIS is it! I'd never felt that in my life. So THAT'S what was wrong! I'd never actually been physically turned on before. THAT'S why touching my clit used to feel like nothing.

Long story short, no I didn't end up w/the psycho roommate 🤣 BUT I did learn to turn myself on so I could masturbate for real, get a boyfriend I was actually attracted to, and explore D/s & BDSM & live happily ever after 😚 Thank you roomie!

TL;DR I can't blame Vera for being down so bad for Tilrey when he's clearly the only person her clit's ever throbbed for 🥵 Jfc if that's the case I wanna fuck him too!

TMI or not, I like this defense! 😄 I never thought of it quite that way, but it makes sense. Vera needed to figure out that she wasn’t attracted to Tilrey specifically—she was attracted to a hot guy who also gave her a sense of crossing into dangerous, forbidden territory because he was a Laborer and a sex worker. She eventually found the same attractive qualities in someone who did have a genuine interest in her—Mal Sollentaal in Thurskein. He’s even a rebel, and they live more or less happily ever after, I guess? Despite all the trouble she caused, I think she deserves some happiness away from Tilrey. 🥹

[the-firebird69]

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I'm trying to talk and I'm saying this Brian f***** up really bad the foreigners are f****** up a little the computers are up there to get Max to do stuff they might be getting messed up we might not win but they're going to Total us first and the reason they might not win is that Daddy had a brain transplant it's done by being a g h w b and he did it and he switched out with a nephilim and it's to get them up there and to blame them and it all started because Max said something to him because of bja

Trump

Wonder why I was saying that and it goes back to Trump and it goes to Randall Texas to John c Reilly the foreigners and it's really Max fault because of 9/11

Zues Hera

Where did too much pressure too and you're doing it to him and your nutcase and your max you're not cases and your oppressive and that's why you were running things for so long and you're still doing it and you think that because you're doing it you're going to win it's just like us and English it's a nightmare

Bja

So there's a fly in the system we understand that you're pretty big one. Then we're not so bright to begin with the surgery ruined us it will go back to ghwb it's more like a side effect and him lashing out but it's caused untold damage to our realm and as a whole we have to try and salvage it and I guess that might not happen with us being overbearing ogres to just about everyone so I have to fix the brain to be somewhat seen and I can't access my memory that much either

Mac

I suppose you're right if you screw up your plan completely we won't have a plan and your plan is going down the tubes and your people react by going around trying to control stuff and it's not happening because a lot of your monsters are on the loose and you're not recognizing it. He told me a horrific story that came out again. It's about that mask. Apparently it was the line one of the ghwb clones and I was going to wear their clothes but they all were and it's nasty that's amazing and the Giant died the mask sat there and it was huge cuz it probably absorbs his face and everything else Mrs Chen picked it up they said she's dead and Dead forever some people don't believe it I got a friend here she's just very pissed off and everybody figured out it's George and it's the computer doing it and it absorbed her face she fell over dead and sat in isolation for a while she says it was only a day or two that she knows when she went in and that's not that bad and it's usually 70 or 72 she says little warm that she's on preservatives and juiced up pretty good I never was saying she died she didn't and she took a little beating so she's giving it back and mostly it sees idiots of hers and they're going to be out but it's a gross story I've never heard a story that's worse than that now I got better cuz she's arrived but it's like falling into one of his traps or going to one of his houses and everyone's chicken s*** to do it and he keeps saying that he's a menace he's doing the stuff and we're going to suffer and that he is decent at it and that they are a race that is not doing that well but can hurt a lot of people and that's what his people to do I guess some of them and he's just sitting here trying not to and we're egging him on constantly it's quite terrible so I'm kind of proud of this video some in control you're saying things that are crazy but true and I found it all to be happening didn't say they make sense because they're small that they would do this but in essence it's very evil because you're leaving computers up there and his people might be able to sneak up there already we have lost a troop of nephilim up there and don't know if they died or if they took over or conquered some computers and took the rest over nobody knows it's like this mystery that's knowing at everyone and we keep bothering him about it so he tries to figure it out and he's put it all out there and says I don't know what the status is there it's up to other people to find out so we're going to try and figure it out I actually looking and found it very relieving to find nephilim where controlled by a computer because it could be Tommy f and we're mobilizing to see where it's coming from and more

Trump

We built a motorcycle like that because we thought the hard rear end would be a throwback but not many people remember it it's like world War I and we had to modify it to be able to ride it and he's right I'm modified one with shocks that are hidden and the right configuration would bring choppers back because it would be fast and it would handle and it doesn't look it so I know which one to use it's the Vincent but I have my own and I'm not going to use that one and he's the one who said the Vincent but really this is the way to make a chopper to make it stealth handle and you don't want to adjustment on there you can get really hurt

Trump

[nighttimetrinkets]

Crow knew something was wrong the moment the Others became still. The shadowy beings that very few could see usually moved about freely, seemingly unbothered by what regular people were doing. If they were disturbed by something, it meant either they were in danger or, more likely, someone they were connected to was.

Someone like her.

The young girl felt her shoulders tense as shouting could be heard from above her hideout, and she glanced warily at the entrance. Part of her wanted to just go back to her tinkering, to just hope that things would go back to normal soon. The Others would go back about their business, and she could go back to hers.

But things were never that simple.

Crow stood up, using her cane for support as she made her way to the stairs. However, before she took the first step, she glanced to the other side of the room, towards a pair of mechanical wings that rested against the distant wall.

A few moments later the girl stepped out of her hideout, wings on her back, and faced what was causing the Others to become stressed.

A group of very angry, very armed looking men stood at the entrance to the warehouse. A small boy, eyes brimming with tears, was being held in place by one of the men, large hand cuffing around a bunch of his raggedy shirt.

“Ah’m sorry-!” The boy cried out to Crow, “They made me tell!” He let out a shout of pain as the man tugged roughly at him.

Crow said nothing, but she wasn’t mad at the boy. No, she knew the risks in telling the younger street children where she lived. Wasn’t the first time this happened, and unfortunately probably wouldn’t be the last.

All of that could be taken care of later, but she needed to make sure the boy was safe.

One of the men began to say something, some amount of threats that Crow couldn’t be bothered to listen to in full. Instead, she raised her hands up in surrender.

The man in charge looked at her in surprise. “Y-yeah! Damn right you should surrender, stupid brat!” Crow, hands still in the air, took a careful step towards them. “No! You stay there, we’ll get you! I don’t want anymore of your stupid tricks!” Crow stepped back, and moved no more. “That’s right,” The man said, dragging the scared boy with him as the group moved forward- and suddenly found themselves being violently dragged up into the air by their ankles. As soon as their feet were off the ground, Crow opened her wings and flew blindingly fast towards the boy before he was dropped on his head by the man. She dove to the ground, just barely catching him in time. She hurriedly got to her feet and ran as fast as she could, wings wrapped around the both of them to block out the incoming bullets from the now even angrier men who hung helplessly in her warehouse.

When the both of them were far enough away that the others were no longer an immediate threat, Crow gently placed the crying boy down. “I-I’m sorry, Crow! They kept hurtin’ me, and-!” Before he could say another word, Crow shook her head.

“It’s okay. Ah can fix this. Jus’ head to Leo’s hideout. Ye know where that is, aye?” Crow’s voice was gentle, although clearly exhausted.

The boy sniffled, nodding, and was about to head that way when his eyes widened. “C-Crow look out-!” He pointed behind her, and Crow was just able to pull her wings up in front of her in time for the bullets to ricochet off.

Back up? Really? She didn’t usually have people who wanted her dead this badly.

“Run!” She shouted to the boy, who shook his head in response.

“B-but you-!”

“Ah said, run- ah got this, but ye need to get to Leo, aye!?” The boy looked at the group of incoming men, then back at Crow.

“O-okay- please be careful-!” The boy ran, and Crow made sure that no bullets strayed into his direction until he was safely gone.

But this was bad- there was a lot of them, and they kept shooting as they came closer. Crow ended up almost hunkering down behind her wings as all she could do was back up, trying to keep her balance as the bullets kept putting pressure on them. She needed to reach for one of her other gadgets, but the oncoming bullets made that more than a bit difficult, to say the least.

[dirtytransmasc]

110% agree on all of it, but I did word that last part badly.

I just meant that whole scenario with storms end in general. but I appreciate the input non the less.

I felt the same about the ship at first, but it's got me in it's jaws now and I don't think I'm getting out. I've always been an angsty enemies to lovers little shit, so it's just natural for me to gravitate to that, especially since all I read is fix it's, and the typical go to in those fics is to just get everyone together and call it a day. but to each their own.

but back to the other stuff:

if I don't get to see some acts of violence targeted at Otto next season I'm going to fucking riot, it's not even funny. like I want to watch him tortured or some shit, and I'm not normally a fan of that type of stuff. I hate him and everything he represents. he destroyed that family almost all on his own (visery's would have just let the family get torn apart from the outside by war and conflict, while doing nothing to pull it back together. Otto tore it apart from the inside, actively shredding everything, and visery's let him. same outcome, different process. Otto was on a mission, visery's was compliant and neglectful).

you summed up both boys and alicent so well, like they're all just suffering, and they're hurting people around them because of it. as the oldest sibling left to drown, argon is relatable on one too many levels, even just the small stuff like how he always looks five seconds away form just balling or the way he is (purposely with the use of nudity and makeup to make his face look more worn) so vulnerable to the eye. they smoke him look also transparent, like if you look to close you'll see right through, like he wants you to look right through him. everythung about him screams attention seeking, he just wants someone to care, to see he's hurting, cause he doesn't know how to ask for help. not to mention we know he's abused by Otto (Otto kicked him in the ribs at leanas funeral, and it's implied he wanted to hurt him when he tried to run away), and visery's. like my boys been through, done everything to ruin his image, to run away, to give up the crown he never wanted. he begged to be let go yet Aemond held him back (cause he's second opposite and survived by being the favorite, there for not having a life of his own, cause he was too busy people pleasing). the greens are killing me man.

I need a fic where Rhaenyra and the green kids are closer so I can have some found family bonding. I would kill for some protective daemon, unsure of them at first due to his soldier mindset and seeing them as the enemy. but as soon as he warms up to them, he's commiting war crimes just to keep them happy. just imagine Rhaenyra and Aegon hugging or something, even teasing one another, just being siblings. what I would pay for that is insane.

they did daemon so dirty, cause they use the narrative in character and make scenes that should be up to interpretation too objective (when aemond stayed in the war room while Rhaenyra delivered hit me as him feeling useless and scared. last time he watched his wife give birth, he watch her suffer, had to deny a fatal c section, and the watched her kill herself brutally, and all the while he couldn't do a thing. so this time (partly out of fear and trauma and partly because it's just how daemon functions and shows his love, he planned her war. thats how he could help her then. and while that's my interpretation, it allows personal wiggle room unlike the actual scene that sets him out to be a 2d villain). they needed him to be evil, so while Rhaenyra wasn't constantly with alicent anymore (cause they used the narrative to make alicent look so much worse the she was just like they did with Daemon) they needed Daemon there to make her look better then she was. because if theirs one thing this show lives to deny it's the Rhaenyra is just as guilty as 99% of the characters. this show is about picking your favorite war criminals, that's it. but because of the need to make nyra innocent all the time, someone's always being thrown under the bus (it especially pisses me off that they do this while keeping the characters mostly in character, they just bend the narrative, meaning it goes over 9/10 veiwers heads)

I love the idea of Luke being alive, I don't care how they do, he could just walk into the war room soaking wet, completely unaddressed until later on and no one ever mentions it or storms end again, and I'll be happy. I just want my boy back.

Okay I’m way late to the party, but I just finished House of the Dragon and I have a lot of thoughts.

Huge shoutout to the set designers and Ramin Djawadi for the fantastic sets and music. Even the characters’ rooms look distinct, and I’ve had the theme stuck in my head for days now.

The costumes!! I love the costumes! I want to make every piece of clothing on this show and wear it!!

Helaena is autistic, argue with the wall. She has a bug special interest, speaks very little and seemingly doesn’t recognize social cues (ex. her unintentionally roasting Aegon), and is very touch-averse. Also she’s done nothing wrong ever, which means something horrible will probably happen to her.

Matt Smith as Daemon reignited my crush on the 11th Doctor and made it worse. Him in that really long wig made me feel things.

Aemond is really cool and also kind of funny. Didn’t deserve to lose an eye to Lucerys, he may have gotten a dragon but still, he was ten and lost an eye? Add that to the trauma pile, I guess

Not enough people talk about how bad of a parent Viserys was.

Alicent. Alicent has so much depth of character, I could rant about her for way too long.

Aegon is my favorite. Yes, I know what he did, and I don’t like it at all. However, I took one look at kid Aegon and went “what a little shit, I love him” and the rest is history. This show does his character such a disservice by painting him as a two-dimensional villain, and Tom Glynn-Carney gives him so much depth.

Tom Glynn-Carney is to Aegon what Dacre Montgomery is to Billy Hargrove, in that they both have the only correct interpretations of their characters 😌

Can we please see Dreamfyre and Sunfyre? (Are those their dragons’ names? Idk I’ve never read the books) I need to see Helaena and Aegon with their dragons

I do think Rhaenyra is the best available choice for the throne, but all my faves are Greens so idk what side that puts me on. Everyone’s gonna die anyway so it doesn’t matter.

I’m deeply attached to this family of dysfunctional war criminals, and I have a lot of opinions so someone please ask me about them!

@dirtytransmasc

[clamsjams]

Hellooo :D here's my opinion on the Purgatory event. I am not an expert on game design, I don't know much at all, but I still want to try to analyze the event a bit. (If you do end up using this for the video pls keep me anonymous.)

Hopefully this makes sense lmao

Purgatory:

1.- Time

a) It lasted for way too long, it never gave anyone a chance to rest. Constant stress. 

b) Changes being made constantly regarding the score = confusion, no one could properly adapt, no one knew what to do, it made strategizing a lot harder, it made pvp a lot harder.

c) The fact that they scheduled an event on Sunday and announced it barely the day before (late in the day) is nuts. QSMP has always had little activity during Sundays, they should know the ccs schedules, why the fuck would they put an event on such a day and with such short notice. The least they could have done is warn the streamers in advance, no need to tell them exactly what the event will be, but they could just let them know that they'll need to be available on Sunday.

Also, they should have warned the ccs about the entire event in general. Again, no need to explain details or give spoilers, but letting them know "hey, this event will last 2 weeks and it's going to be pretty intense, we need you to mentally prepare yourselves and also we'll have important event on X and Y days so we'll need anyone who can to show up" would have been better than just throwing them to the wolves like that.

2.- PVP

They seemed to want to focus on pvp rather than roleplay, however:

a) Cursed team is an aspect of roleplay that they introduced that actively made pvp/confrontation worse.

b) Mobs being too overpowered. Yes it's purgatory, but not everyone is a proficient minecraft player and struggling with mobs caused a lot of problems for people when the focus was meant to be on interpersonal conflict.

c) Their idea seemed to be an "anything is valid" event, but they didn't stick to it, which was for the best but the thing is that the rules should have been implemented since the beginning, wanting "anything" to be valid was always unrealistic. It is possible to have a strong competition whilst also having some rules to keep things fair.

d) They ended up focusing a lot on the quests/tasks/contracts instead of pvp, which defeats the purpose of having a pvp event. They should have chosen whether to focus mainly on pvp or on strategy and stuck to it, instead they tried to make both things equally relevant and it did not work at all.

e) Spawn protections were useless.

f) They bounty system sucked, revealing a players cords like that was only going to bring trouble, especially as often as it happened. They tried to fix it but it was not good enough and ended up removing the npc entirely. It could have worked if they just didn't give out the exact location of players, I saw many suggesting a compass that simply points in a direction and that would have probably been better (though it still could have led to bases being found but it gave people a lot more time to move and get far away before being found).

3.- Rewards

a) The event asked a lot of the streamers and the audience, yet it provided little reward for everything they did. For "winning" during the first week all Bolas got was that they didn't have to participate on Sunday's event and an "advantage" for the capture the flag event, which ended up being having an admin play on their team.

b) Winning Purgatory got them to rescue 1 egg. They couldn't even pick which egg. Also, they immediately after threw a nuclear bomb at them. We still don't even for certain what happened to Dapper.

And that's it. That's all they ever got for Purgatory.

c) They didn't even get any answers or clues re: the eye guy, the eggs, egg island, the feds, the black concrete, the supposed cursed team, ElQuackity.

They got nothing, they didn't even get the chance to fight their captor, or ElQ, who was working for the eye. Nothing.

This made the ending feel anti climatic despite the fact that a lot was happening and that it should have been a great deal for them to finally be done with Purgatory.

4.- Teams

a) One good thing was pairing people with others they don't usually have a chance to interact much with because it helps to develop friendships.

b) The problem was how they handled the inactive players.

Half of the original Bolas team never logged on for the event, not even once. They only had the numbers because the half that did join fully committed and logged on even on days when they usually wouldn't.

But that should not be the standard, people should be able to log on when they can/want, they are entitled to their off days or other projects/responsibilities, they all have a life outside of the qsmp and outside of purgatory. Plus, the fact that the event was designed to appeal to a small group of players (bc pvpers are definitely not the majority on the server) and because of how harsh the conditions were, then they discouraged people from wanting to participate. Cellbit almost fully quit on day 2. In fact, Bolas' consistency was due to the fact that they enjoyed losing their minds with their friends. It wasn't the event itself what motivated them, but rather their friendship and enjoyment of each other's company.

c) Ideally, you want people to play your game because they actually enjoy it. Or because the reward is worth it. In this case, neither occurred.

d) Struggling to get players online, or completely depending on the exact same group of people for the entire 2 weeks is exhausting and with the lack of reward is simply not worth putting up with. I completely understand any cc that is/was feeling burnt out due to purgatory.

hi kal! i know it’s been ages since i asked for this but im cleaning out my inbox now. since my qsmp hyperfixation is gone im most likely not gonna get around to doing this video but i still appreciate all the info that u and everyone else ended up sending me! i’m not deleting the asks and i’m giving them a special tag just in case i decide to come back to it one day. thanks again for ur thoughts

[muimui-enie]

I really miss that SPP bug in coop, I never got to experience it but seeing a screenshot of Rinne with Sena’s Midnight Bulter SPP is just making me go :((( since it’s fixed.