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callmehere-iwillappear · 1 year

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REF SHEET JUMPSCARE

fun facts/context/things that didn't fit on the sheet under a read more!

raph's chew stim necklace was a gift from mikey. he goes through them like once a month MAX

mikey's 'more sensitive to mystics' thing isn't necessarily plot relevant just a fun tidbit. he gets it from draxum's side /hj

donnie is officially the older twin now HOWEVER prior to the invasion they didn't know which of them was and would have some completely arbitrary criteria or competition (a la rock paper scissors) to decide every time someone asked. the criteria was different EVERY time and ONLY made sense to them

one time after witnessing this draxum tried to tell them who was older and they both chewed him out. it's not about who's actually older it's about the PRINCIPLE

in this canon the invasion took place aroundddd six months after shredder round two

i REFUSE to believe donnie wouldn't build his techbo/other tech stuff that got destroyed again. he would NOT solely use mystics you cannot convince me. my reasoning for why he did in the movie is that he was too focused on trying to bring back shelldon to worry about his other tech stuff

SPEAKING OF SHELLDON. idk that it'll come up in the fic directly so basically: donnie spent a while trying to bring him back and wasn't able to during that time, and then... didn't give up exactly but got super discouraged and 'took a break' from working on him

'took a break' aka saying he would get back to it but not actually doing that because he refused to admit he was really just scared it would end with concrete proof that it wasn't possible. at least this way he doesn't know for sure that shelldon is gone forever (even if he also doesn't know for sure that he isn't)

schroedingers shelldon basically

and then the invasion happened and everything went to shit. shelldon is still sitting in donnie's lab somewhere though -- he luckily didn't have any parts donnie needed for the portal that he couldn't get from something else

#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt raph #rottmnt leo #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt mikey #cmhiwa #may add to this later idk. im sure theres more fun facts im forgetting lmao #anyway the thought of shelldon just being dead forever makes me sad. so hes just like. in a robo coma essentially #idk if itll happen in the fic but one day leo and mikey WILL kick his ass into realizing that its way better to know for sure #and (continuing w the shroedingers cat comparison) if shelldon IS fixable then the longer donnie waits #the longer the cat is stuck inside the box by itself. etc etc #my art #fic art #what other tags did i haaaaaaaaaave whatever ill add em later if i need to #i was going to make donnie taller than leo (bc he continued growing in the past year where leo. did not because he was dead)#before i remembered that one fuckin throwaway line abt leo still being taller but not for long. or smth #and i could just change it but ehhhh #so. leo is still taller. for now

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adrift-in-thyme · 1 year

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Day 25: Assumed Dead (First & Everyone)

Ao3 link

Cw for blood and injury

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“Alright, even for me this dungeon is creepy,” Legend says, squinting into the gloom.

Wild nods in agreement. They’ve only been inside for a few minutes or so but already he can feel the hairs on the back of his neck raising. Something is off here, something is wrong. And no, it’s not the wall masters that catapult down toward their heads, or the redeads that line the hallways, though those are definitely disconcerting.

(As is Time’s mask that makes their haunting forms pirouette like the dancers Wild remembers performing in Castle Town before the calamity. He’ll add that to his list of “Things to Ask Twilight About Later.” Though from the look on the rancher’s face, he doesn’t have any more answers than Wild does.)

But this feeling that emanates from the cracks in closed doors and hovers in the rank air, it’s altogether different from the discomfort born of the other oddities and horrors this place harbors. It’s even different from the chill that had crept up his arms while traversing the Typhlo Ruins.

Because while nearly everything in here reeks of death and doom, there’s another presence, one Wild is surprised he can even detect. It’s faint, like the flutter of a barely beating heart, struggling to survive amongst the long deceased. And it’s not a malevolent presence at all. In fact, Wild feels strangely drawn to it, almost in the same way he felt drawn to his companions. Yet, it shouldn’t be here–it knows that, he knows that. It’s terribly unnatural, almost sickening.

The further they venture into the dungeon, the more certain Wild is that something warped and twisted has changed a fate for its own gain.

“Do you feel it too?” he mutters to Twilight when at last he can’t take the discomfort any longer.

Twilight turns from where he was gazing into the distance, a strange look in his eyes.

“I do,” he says, quietly, brows creased in a frown.

Wild shivers slightly. “I’ve never felt anything else like it. Have you?”

Twilight doesn’t answer for a long moment. His gaze wanders to where Time stands, discussing their next move with Four and Warriors.

“No. But I’ve felt something similar.” He looks back at Wild, eyes sharp, expression solemn. “It feels like a restless spirit.”

A restless spirit.

Wild ponders that as they continue forward. Obviously, Twilight has experience in that arena (another addition to his growing list of things to inquire about), but Wild has too. The Champions were all restless spirits after all. For a time, he was one too, disturbed and distraught even in his slumber by things he desperately needed to remedy. And still, this isn’t quite the same.

The Champions had yearned to finish their mission, and so had he (even if he hadn’t remembered at first). For some reason, he doesn’t get the feeling that this is unfinished business.

But he doesn’t bring it up again. There are other things to pay attention to after all, like the monsters that begin to attack from every direction. Besides, the cold, creeping dread has dulled a bit, whether from distraction or something far more concerning he isn’t sure. It makes it easier to function, though, so he’ll take what he can get.

Then, they find the cell.

It’s the last room in the dungeon, the one with the largest, most foreboding door and the lock to match the final key.

“The big bosses always hide out here,” Wind whispers as Time slides the key in and eases open the door. “But usually you’ll find a specific tool to deal with ‘em somewhere else in the dungeon. Weird that we didn’t.”

“Well, this dungeon doesn’t follow any rules,” Legend grumbles. “It’s all over the place.”

Wild can’t give much input on that front, but he definitely agrees that everything here is strange. And when they step inside, it only grows more so.

At first, he can’t even see his hand outstretched in front of him. But then the last hero enters the room and the door slams shut, torches flickering to life along the walls. The shadows stretch, driven back by their dismal glow, and Wild can make out the grime coating the ground and walls, the chains glittering dangerously along the far wall. And hanging from them, arms stretched upward, body slouched against the cold stone, is a man.

He raises his head when they enter, golden hair falling out of his face just enough that Wild can make out his eyes, bright and blue in the darkness. For a split second, they meet and that feeling grows a hundred times stronger.

“What the–” Legend mutters and Wild can’t help but wonder if he can feel it too.

Time steps forward. “Who are you?”

The man regards Time calmly, before letting his gaze roam the rest of the group. When he catches sight of the Master Sword strapped to Sky’s back, his expression changes just slightly, a break in his facade.

“You’re heroes.” His voice is hoarse from disuse, lips chapped and bloody.

“Yeah, and what’re you?” Legend retorts. “The final boss?”

The man looks at him for a moment, then lets out a snort of laughter. Wild starts at the unexpected sound.

“Do I look like the final boss?” His expression shifts again, quick as a flash, falling back into the grave solemnity of before. “But you should leave before he comes. He was expecting you.”

“You were the bate.” It’s Twilight now. He’s regarding the man with a guarded look, hand clenching and unclenching at his side.

Something flashes across the man’s face, come and gone faster than Wild can identify it. He flashes a bitter grin.

“Unfortunately, yes. If he hadn’t had need of such a thing I likely wouldn’t be here now. Though he’s attempted to find other uses for me in the meantime.”

Wild frowns. Several things aren’t adding up here–the story, his appearance and clothing (why does his armor look like a combination of Time’s and Warriors’?), his imprisonment, and now this. It feels as wrong as the rest of this dungeon has.

“What do you mean?” He asks.

The man’s gaze flicks to him, startling in its intensity, but before he can answer, Sky speaks up.

“He’s one of us.”

His voice is hushed and constricted with a mixture of disbelief and horror. The heroes turn almost as one to look at him, standing off to the side, the Master Sword in hand, angled toward the man. A faint glow of red emanates from the handle, and he quickly lowers it before it can sear into his skin.

Silence reigns in the room for a long moment, broken only by the agonizing sounds of the man’s ragged breathing.

“Is it true?” Time asks, at last, skewering the man with a piercing look.

The man meets it without hesitation. “It is. That sword was given to me by the goddess herself and I wielded it in my final battle.”

“Sorry–” Legend shakes his head, “–but it sounded like you said final battle.”

“Yes, that’s correct.” The man’s lips lift in the slightest of smirks, and Wild is struck by how similar he looks to Warriors in that moment. “I’m supposed to be dead.”

The statement hits the room with the force of a bomb. Wild takes an involuntary step back as everything begins to click, pieces to a puzzle he isn’t even sure he wants the answer to coming together to portray a dismal picture. But before it can become a clear picture a new voice emanates from the shadows, sending shivers down his spine.

“Hylia’s precious little hero speaks the truth. He is indeed supposed to be dead. I had need of him, however, so with just a bit of dark magic…I brought him back.”

The darkness swirls around and groups together, and the familiar form of the Shadow emerges from it. He grins, all sharp teeth and red eyes, as the heroes rush to pull out their weapons.

“It’s wonderful, really, that you’re all here. Too bad that you’re going to have to die.”

He unsheathes his sword, leaps forward, and the room erupts into chaos.

“Champion!” Time calls as Wild ducks beneath swinging blades, trying to help box the Shadow in. “Get him out!”

It takes a moment for him to realize he means the hero who is still slumped against the wall. It takes him even longer to realize that bars haven’t come down over the entrance as they normally do.

Strange.

“Got it!” He calls back, changing direction and rushing toward the man.

His head has fallen forward toward his chest and raises it when Wild approaches.

“So, is your name Link to?” He asks, ducking as a deku nut soars over his head.

The man nods, but his attention isn’t on niceties…or the oddities of having nine other people with his name.

“Your friends,” he says, voice fainter and more gravelly than ever. Whatever spurt of strength seeing the other heroes had provided him is quickly fading. “—You need to help them.”

Wild shakes his head, glancing over his wounds. At this proximity, they look much, much worse than they did from across the room. Old and new bruises pepper every bit of visible skin, blood coats large portions of his clothing and hair. One arm is at an unnatural angle, as though his captors broke it before locking his wrist in the shackle. And when Wild leans in, he can see the exhaustion evident in his eyes. It’s a wonder he’s even still conscious.

Yet, he’s still more worried about nine people he’s never even met before.

Oh yeah, he’s definitely a hero.

“They’ll be fine,” he says, desperately hoping even as he says it that he’s right about that. “Right now, I need to get you out of here.”

It takes some finagling–and a whole lot of yelling–but with the help of Warriors’ fire rod (or…really Legend’s fire rod) he manages to break the chains. The man sags against him, with a groan, and Wild has to shift to account for his weight. Then, they begin their limping progress toward the door.

And as they move forward with his rapidly deteriorating charge on his shoulder and the clash of weapons deafening in his ears, Wild has to admit that it’ll take a miracle to get them all out of here alive.

#febuwhump2023 #febuwhumpday25 #linkeduniverse #lu first #lu wild #trin writes #may continue this one later on #cause I couldn’t write as much as I wanted to before my brain went kaput #and also cause it would be interesting to explore first’s interactions with the chain more #idk though #we’ll see

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i-luvsang · 2 years

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` , >. far too pretty — kang yeosang

¿ ｡′ gn!reader , fluff & hint of angst , cw: reader is described as pretty , wc: 0.4K ！！

kang yeosang is far too pretty. especially when he smiles.

and you? well, you are far too shameless.

especially when he smiles.

you’re aware that you’re staring at him with heart eyes, you gaze so full of shining adoration that it’s almost sickening. you can’t help it though, who wouldn’t fall for a smile like that?

but god, at this point you can’t tell whether or not you’re lucky yeosang hasn’t noticed a thing. it gives you the room to admire his face, and quite literally everything else about him the same shameless way that you are now. but sometimes it starts to feel a bit… lonely.

the same way it does now.

so, you force your face back to an expression of neutrality and allow your mind to wander, away from the same conversation that made him smile in the way that sparks the odd sensation of desire, adoration, and loneliness in your chest all at once. but it seems you let your mind wander a bit too far, because you don’t even notice everyone drift away until you and yeosang are the only two left in the living room. only his voice calling out your name brings you back to the present.

you tilt your head up to look at him and fight the heat rising to your face from the way he looks at you with a hint of concern in your features.

“huh? sorry, did you say something?” you internally cringe at the way your voice isn’t quite itself when you speak to him, cursing the way you start to lose your confidence under only his gaze.

“oh, uh. i was just asking if you were staying for dinner tonight. you didn’t say goodbye to anyone as they left so i figured…”

you glance around the room, only now processing the absence of the other boys.

“right! um, yeah. yeah, i’ll stay for dinner. i just spaced out, i guess,” you explain, trying to sound like you won’t melt into a puddle if he looks at you like that any longer.

to your relief, he does tear his gaze away from your face as his hand makes its way to rub the back of his neck, and, as per usual, you take the opportunity to drink in his gorgeous features.

“cool,” he says simply, clearing his throat and obviously at a loss for what to say next. he usually leans towards being speachless when he’s around you.

he just finds you far too pretty.

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ro-sso · 4 months

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thinking about all the forms of magic MC has used, just suddenly as if they are fully trained. also the lack of magical tools used feels weird? Like we got a rune ward for rune carving, and a shadow seeker vacuum, a fragment of aideens light and a bottle of aideens tears but these all do... nothing? We dont use the rune wand to help channel energy, or rune-work outside of that one questline.

idk if it's just me but with some of the more recent late-game quests it feels as though MC has suddenly become adept in magic after training in the Sun circle (& doing minor work in the lightning and moon circle). It feels quite... offputting but that could just be me being weird

#sso #sso critical #(kinda)#idk it just strikes me as odd. the amount of training MC was put through in the sun circle and then there was not as much put into any othe #circle. we did rune running (again with no rune wand) with rhiannon.#idk SSO feels very... patchworked atm and i get that its an 11 year old game so writers and other workers will have joined/left #but there's not much continuity in mind. it feels like no one has kept track of the storyline #or what they want the storyline to be. so as soon as you get past the opening scenes they now have (which for all we know could get retcon #you're in the wild west of lore. one thing mentioned may end up being incorrect later.#'For a long time' Anne was missing and Lisa after a tour with her band. we know Linda is missing for about a week or two [depending on how #long it takes for the player to get to that quest. for SSORidethrough that was on day 9 and if we add in the new opening of all soul riders #being there then thats roughly what you get i reckon.]#but yeah. sso story is inconsistent at best

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blaithnne · 5 months

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Oh btw depending on how season 3 goes there MIGHT be a hiatus in Plenism, in case I have to do rewrites lol

#it depends on what happens with the dad thing #if it’s like ‘Hilda was dropped off on johannas doorstep by a mysterious fae’ then I will change nothing and continue plenism on #just like before bc that’s too much of a change LMAO and wouldn’t make sense in the Lauren au #BUT if it’s something I can work with #then I may make slightl changes to my plan for the story to accommodate #I am. excited to figure out more Lauren stuff with the extra content from season 3 #cause it coming out will mean I can lock in my final storyline if that makes sense #but also anxiety LMAO #so yeah if I have to make significant changes then I might wait before posting the next chapter #so I still have a backlog #but idk!#tbh I’m so early on that nothing I’ve written so far would need re written yet I don’t think #it’d be later stuff #but. yeah #idk #might delete later #textpost #Hilda #plenism posting

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thirstworldproblemss · 1 year

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Well... uh... hi.

#ahahahahaha....#don't mind me... just returning from my 'short' hiatus like 6 months later #and honestly idk how much i'll be around even still #i'm still trying to find a rhythm that will let me squeeze all the things i need to do into a day #(nevermind having any free time ever for fandom things)#twp is a hot mess #(i mean... as usual)#but at least the days of pulling 14-18 hour days of volunteer work for weeks on end are over... until next year ^^'#twp sneak speaks #twp speaks #twp bitches about real life #twp returns from hiatus #...maybe?#idk how long or how much i'm going to be around this time #(between the end of the school year and some health issues i may be right back out again)#but i wanted to at least pop back in and say hi / see what's happening #i've missed fandom and all of you out there in it! i hope you're all well and continue to be so and i hope to be back again for real soon!#p.s. i still haven't seen mando s3 (blacklisted the tag; don't spoil me please!) or tlou (spoiled to hell and back so no worries)

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4r0m4nt1s · 2 years

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I found this beautiful friend in my bedroom! I think it's some sort of owlet moth and maybe female one since the antennas are smooth and not feathery but these are both guesses. Either way very beautiful!

Uusimaa, Finland, 2022

@onenicebugperday maybe you'd have better guess at who this might be? The ruler is in centimeters!

#my pics #bug #moth #bug photography #insect photography #moth photography #idk if owlet moth is the right word that is just what the translator i used offered for the finnish word ^^''#also i will take them out later so they may continue their business

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fivekrystalpetals · 1 year

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this story doesn't exist for me beyond this point in Retrace 92: