Guess who has to wear masks at work (sometimes) again?
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@extreme-technicality ??
okay, so i'm at the office and grumpy today and found a piccrew that actually had all the options to realistically show this ahah if you worked at my office, you probably would've found me like this on the balcony or at the community kitchen there.
so here's a piccrew and i challenge you to make an everyday you!
whenever you lounge at home, or work at the job you (don't) like, or enjoying your vacation now.
show me! 💖
Warnings: Canon typical violence, Bad Future Timeline, Main Character Death, Angst, No Happy Endings, Kraang Invasion
Links: A03, Wattpad, Playlist
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The weeks following the attack led by General Donatello should have been relatively peaceful.
It had been a large blow to the kraang, they would have needed time to recoup.
But the General was as busy with his demands as ever, if not more so. Rumors flew around the base about his latest tech build as more and more supplies came trekking through the doors, down the stairwells to land at the locked laboratory and vanish when no one was looking.
So taken in by whatever General Donatello was building he didn't leave, wasn't coming up for meals. The stories of his increasing temper followed each soldier back up the stairs, whispered in bunks after lights out, buzzed around the mess hall.
And it was your turn to bring down his rations. You gripped the metal tray tightly in your fists as you tried to descend gracefully. Tried not to spill any of the precious food that was left.
The lower you went, the more eerie it felt. The lights dim, no sounds but your own breathing and footfalls echoing off concrete walls. You could even hear your heartbeat as you approached the looming laboratory doors.
You stood before them, unsure, for a moment, on how to proceed, when a whirr alerted you to a camera watching you.
Quickly you jerked your gaze up to catch your own fish eyed reflection off its dark lenses.
"Leave the food at the door." General Donatello's voice commanded, robotic and tinny. "I'll fetch it shortly. Thank you."
You blinked at the camera as it rotated, zooming in or out you couldn't tell. With a huff you set the food down, tray clacking like a gunshot.
But it angered you, made your ears feel hot as you walked away. Fists balled. Jaw grit. Courage gathered and, halfway to the stairs you turned back, stomping up to the doors. Banging on them.
You weren't high ranked enough for this, you weren't family, you weren't anything.
But still. You had to try.
The camera jumped back to life as the speaker crackled on.
"Excuse-"
"What about your family?" You demanded, yelling at the door, glaring at it for a second before realizing and turning to the camera so your General could see your face. "What about your fellows in arms?" You gestured to yourself, stepping forward, the toe of your boot hitting the tray, making it slide. You stepped back. "What-what about Junior? They miss you. We're scared. We need you."
A long silence, heavy. You felt a cold sweat building along your neck, shoulders.
"Three days." His voice was low. "If I'm not out in three days, then have…" a sound you couldn't place. "Have Leo come get me. Just Leo. In five." The noise again.
It sent a chill through you. A sob?
"Understood?"
You blinked, stepping back, the fight leaving your body. It was a compromise. You didn't dare ask for more. "Understood."
There's a fic I'm reading that had a pretty baller line about hope and courage: "[Their] unwavering spirit still easily stirs your own, even with just the memory. Granted, it’s a wildly unsteady feeling among the others roiling in your chest, flickering wildly like a candle in a storm… but yet, it doesn’t once go out, and that’s just enough to let you cling fast to it." (the op is journeyofthemoonprophet on tumblr if you need a source for the doc)
"You have been so refined. You have been baptized by fire. Despite everything you've gone through - all the horrible, unnameable things - you still have a heart of gold. And that is true alchemy. You already are a master. You've already won."
- Tarot Yogi