#in the wild this mutant would die

[artoatsblog]

What your favorite Nick toon says about you but it's EVERY Nick toon

Doug- When you were asked what you wanted for Christmas, you said "plan white bread."

Rugrats- You're a "90's kid" who wants the modern cartoon enjoyers to get off your lawn.

Hey Arnold-Same as Rugrats, but 5 time worse.

Rugrats (2021)- You only said this one to piss off the above two.

Ren & Stimpy- You're a gay man and all you OCs are ugly men who you need to kiss each other or else you'll die (This isn't an insult, you're the strongest member of our society.)

Rocko's modern life- You relate to at least one character way more than you would like to admit to others.

CatDog- Weird furry.

The angry beavers- Weird furry with taste.

Aaahh!!! Real monsters- You like the idea of Tim Burton's movies but your too cool to actually enjoy them, also your probably non-binary.

Kablam- As a kid you wanted to make something with this exact energy and now, you're a youtuber.

Oh Yeah! Cartoons- same as Kablam but you really miss Cosmo's old voice.

The wild Thornberry's- You worship the ground Tim Curry's walks on SO BAD.

Rocket power- Honest 90's kid.

SpongeBob SquarePants seasons 1-4- You're annoying about seasons 5+.

SpongeBob SquarePants seasons 5+- You know better than me about those people being annoying about seasons 5+.

As told by ginger- You were going to say Hey Arnold, but you didn't want to be lumped in with certain other people.

Action league now- You made at least five short films that look exactly like this.

Chalkzone- Your playlist for working out has the theme song for this show looped for five hours and nothing else.

The fairly oddparents- Your trans, and you hate no other person more than Elmer Hartman.

Invader Zim- You were a vary emo kid/teenager in the late 2000's (same, no shade)

Jimmy Neutron- you're really glad that that you picked the show in "Jimmy Timmy power hour" that wasn't made by an asshole.

All grown up- Come on guys "As told by ginger" is right there.

Avatar: the last airbender- I don't want to hear the lore of the fantasy book you wrote.

Avatar: the legend of Korra- Same as atla but You also made a LOT of shipping fanfics.

My life as a teenage robot- Transfem.

The X's- You don't exist, if you're going to go into the comments and say this is your favorite Nicktoon, you're lying.

El Tigre- This is just the good version of Danny Phantom.

Danny Phantom- That was a Joke don't yell at me.

Mr. meaty- You want this odd but cool type of puppetry to come back (if you thought I was going to make fun of this one your wrong.)

Tak and the power of Juju- Your enjoyment of this show is based entirely on the fact that you liked the games.

Back at the barnyard- Shitposter.

Fanboy and Chum Chum- Shitposter but awesome.

Catscratch- Yeah, I think Wayne Knight's voice is hot too.

The mighty B- Gay.

The penguins of Madagascar- I don't have a joke for this one I just think you have impactable taste.

Planet Sheen- You always wanted Jimmy Neutron to have more "Rawr XD" swag.

T.U.F.F puppy- You ether are Jerry Trainor, or you have a Jerry Trainor stan account.

Kung fu panda: legends of awesomeness- You have a three-hour lore video on this franchise, and I hope it does well.

Winx club- You wanted to help them get free from Netflix.

Robot and Monster- It may just be me, but I think you might enjoy Dan vs.

Teenage mutant ninja turtles (2012)- You don't like rise of the tmnt.

Rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles- You don't like tmnt (2012).

Sanjay and Craig- You used to freak other kids out with your scabs.

Monsters vs aliens- You can deny Coverton's rizz (sorry).

Breadwinners- Your about to go into every cartoon reviewers house with a shit ton of water balloons.

Harvey Beaks- In the middle/late 2000's you were more of a cartoon network kid, you loved Cowder.

Pig, Goat, Banana, Cricket- Same as Harvey Beaks but with Flapjack instead of Cowder.

Bunsen is a beast- Your Elmer Hartman.

Welcome to the Wayne- You wrote at least one fanfic for the ending of this show.

The adventures of kid danger- We don't talk about this one.

Middle school Moguls- it's ok monster high is about to come to Nick for real.

The loud house- Your ether a sapphic girl or a straight guy with a DeviantArt account who needs to be punished.

The Casagrandes- Same as the loud house but with the added advantages, because if you have a DeviantArt account in this one you're more likely to have a normal relationship with your family.

It's pony- You don't hate the British as much as the rest of us.

Middlemost post- John trabbic III is such a bad ass name though, wait this show has Del the funky homosapien and Tony Hawk as guest stars, I might need to which this.

Star trek: prodigy- You really like Netflix original animated shows don't you.

Big Nate- You haven't read the books.

Monster high- You the perfect in-between of goth and prep.

Transformers: earthspark- Why does this show have better non-binary rep than most other shows...I mean they are called Transformers for a reason.

#nickelodeon #nicktoons #Doug #ren and stimpy #rugrats #hey arnold #rocket power #rocko's modern life #catdog #the loud house #the casagrandes #the angry beavers #aaahh!!! real monsters #kablam #oh yeah cartoons #the wild thornberrys #spongebon squarepants #as told by ginger #action league now #chalkzone #the fairly oddparents #invader zim #jimmy neutron #all grown up #avatar #the last airbender #the legend of korra #mlaatr #the x's #el tigre

[withacapitalp]

The Backrooms

Read it on ao3 instead!

Okay so I'm going to start this part with a little bit of background! This is going to be a CYOA style fic EVENTUALLY but for now it is a reader driven CYOA. I have the whole thing laid out and over half written and I will be updating every three days until we go through all of the reader choices! You can either vote on ao3 in the comments or on Tumblr at this poll! Now that all of that is taken care of....Welcome to the Backrooms :)

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I’m gonna die. 

I’m gonna die, I’m gonna die, I’m gonna die, I’m gonna die-

Holy fuck I’m going to DIE. 

Eddie rounded another corner, tripping over his feet and falling briefly to his hands and knees before scrambling back up as fast as he could, continuing to sprint at a breakneck speed. His lungs screamed in protest, years of smoking finally catching up to him as he literally ran for his life 

What was it that Chrissy had always said?

‘You shouldn’t smoke, Eds. It’ll kill you,’ 

God. Chrissy. 

Where the fuck was Chrissy?! 

The desperate thought was immediately drowned out by the sound of one of the creature’s behind him screeching in rage. 

No, it wasn’t smoking that was about to kill Eddie. It was those…things chasing him. 

He couldn’t worry about Chrissy right now. He had to focus on saving himself. 

Another grim wail, grinding on his ears and dangerously close. Just that disgusting sound was enough to give Eddie another boost of adrenaline, his mouth filling with the taste of iron as he ran. He had no way of knowing how long he had been racing through this hellscape, or how he had ended up here, but Eddie did know one thing. 

He was running out of time. 

The stitch in his side continued to grow, going from a throbbing pain to a white hot poker jabbing itself between his ribs. All those years of skipping gym class and sneering at jocks were mocking him now. 

A jock would probably survive this. 

A wild reckless part of himself wanted to collapse- just give up and let what was going to happen happen, but his base human instinct to survive forced his body forward, turning him blindly into another disgustingly yellow room. 

That was all he had seen since he landed in this godforsaken place. Yellow room, yellow room, yellow hallway, yellow room, and on, and on, and on. 

Maybe he was already dead, and this was what hell really was. There was a small part of his mind that was clinging to some semblance of sanity, and it kept thinking that if he could just get out of this room and through the next, maybe he could lose the monsters that were chasing him. 

But each doorway kept leading to the same yellow rooms. Over, and over, and over, and over.

Eddie risked a look backwards as he rounded yet another corner. He couldn’t see how many of the creatures were chasing him, but it looked like there was even more than before. They were some sort of mutant bats- ginormous disgusting creatures with fangs the size of his hand and glowing red demon eyes crawling on the floor, the walls, even the damn ceiling. 

No. He couldn’t give up. He couldn’t let those things get him. At best, they would tear him to pieces. At worst….

Well Eddie wasn’t really sure what could be worse than that, but he didn’t want to find out. 

He just had to keep running. Eventually he would get somewhere new. Running was all he had to do, and that would be easy. He had spent his entire life running from bullies. These were just slightly more murderous evil monster bullies.

I can do this. It’ll be fine. I can do this. 

Then he tripped and went sprawling to the ground. 

Shit. 

The bats were on him in a second, grotesque slimy tails wrapping around each of his limbs and pulling him spread eagle. The fluorescent lights above him droned a death knoll as one of the bats curled up on his chest, letting out a soft snarl as its entire face opened up into rows and rows of jagged bloody teeth. 

Running wasn’t an option anymore. As far as he could see, Eddie only had two choices left. 

GIVE UP 

SCREAM

Poll

#Backrooms AU #eddie munson #st #steddie #CYOA fic #stranger things #steddie ficlet

[vigilskeep]

Which origins companion do you think would win hunger games?

okay well here are my studies

sten: canonically his job to explore new dangerous locations and he got immediately wrecked by darkspawn before allowing himself to be captured bc of his guilt at killing kids. zero stars. get ur head in the game

zevran: great murder skills questionable will to live

oghren: i just do not see it. the guy needs something to drink and somebody to give him orders he’s not cut out for this

shale: sorry but shale has to get killed by mutant birds. i know shale would crush everybody else here into fine paste but it has to get killed by mutant birds it’s the only narrative possibility here

leliana: i just don’t see it... sorry this is probably because dao archer sucks but like. girl. i cant picture her making it

wynne: really just fucking wants to die for someone, and would have this in mind even before she like found somebody to do it for. this is literally how she died canonically. she’s got a vision. she’s committed. no chance of winning but upgrades somebody else’s chances by a lot. namely:

alistair: now this may be a controversial one but grey warden tank with one of the clearest heads here for common sense and strategy who confidently even boredly led expeditions into the korcari wilds PLUS spirit healer ally?? not to mention charm that would win all the sponsors, look at him go. honestly i think his only primary competitor would be:

morrigan: depending on the arena could be really good. wilderness survival skills 10/10. beats alistair for killing instinct by a mile but her unwillingness to consider alliances may equally be her downfall. has a natural mage advantage but ali’s templar abilities and mage ally neutralise this a bit. i’d expect one of these two to win

[williamgart]

I wanted to make some more art of the goddess I made for the Wumpa Islands since I had a lot of fun making that. Also going to label this series of artwork as "Crash Bandicoot: Retrograde" for anything I make related to it since I came up with a story. I don't see this turning into a fan game since I'm already busy making my own platformer (check out my Linktree for more about that).

-Background-

Before her spirit left her body when living as a native to the Wumpa Islands, she'd forge crystals that she blessed and gift to her tribe for good luck. Seeing as how the crystals would bless the tribesmen, she set out to forge more to set around the island so it's wild life and vegetation will remain eternal for her people. She made as much as she could before her age took her.

When passing, her soul took on the form of a giant crystal similar to the ones she made to protect her islands. Even though she couldn't do much in this form since she was still getting used to it, she could still see the beauty of the islands and how the crystals continued to keep the islands safe...until outsiders came.

After setting up their base, they began to run experiments on the animals who lived there; turning them into mutants. Knowing that she couldn't do much to help them, she noticed one managed to escape the clutches of its captors and was different from the rest who'd been evolved.

She decides to resurrect one of the wisest people of her tribe into a wooden mask to help protect and guide them on their path since her ability to escape the realm she was tied to was limited.

Being amazed by the wombat's skill and effort at taking down the evils that tried possessing her land, she leaves Aku Aku to protect and teach Crash the wonders of the islands.

Peace would meet its end soon later on when Cortex discovers the crystals and trying to harness their unpredictable power. The more that these crystals got used by evil means instead of their intended purpose, the goddess would slowly begin to crack. Luckily, her wombat warrior would put an end to the doctor's doing before things could get worse...at least before the great Uka Uka was released from his prison.

As this rinse and repeat would continue of Cortex trying to use the Crystals, the goddess would start to crack even more. By the end of Twinsanity after being used to travel dimensions, things started looking worse for the goddess; hoping that the madness would end eventually.

However, something has now leaked into their dimension that she can sense is after the crystals, gems, and relics. With all the time from becoming a spirit to now, she believes she now has a chance to contact Crash physically before a new foe makes its way. If she shatters...all the islands will die from its vegetation to people.

There's a preview of what I made for the goddess here, I had fun writing it. I might use this design somewhere in my own game for a character since I wouldn't want them to be unused in the future. Who knows, I'd love to make a Crash game but with DMCAs and me working on my own stuff; that might never happen.

Hope you love it and stay safe.

#crash bandicoot #digital art #graphic design #original character

[superherotiger]

Trigger Warning for mention of and discussion of suicidal thoughts below the cut

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Peter’s legs hung idly over the stone brick ledge of the mansion’s tower roof. The moon cast the school grounds into a calming tint of pale blue, reflecting off the surface of the lake until it looked like diamonds shimmering in the distance. A cool breeze drifted through the air, and the lone mutant on the roof that night drew in a deep breath. Savoured it.

Such a peaceful night, he would say if he had company.

A lovely place to die, was the real thought running through the speedster’s mind.

Peter was long past feeling guilty for such thoughts. For years he’d tried to avoid them, to reject them, to pretend that everything was fine- it never worked. So, he stopped trying to pretend. He just let the thoughts run rampant, encouraged by whatever fierce emotions would swell up in his chest at the same time. It’s not like he ever had the guts to take it further. There would always be a second thought- a moment of hesitation. So, he let the dark corners of his imagination roam free.

Tonight, his mind was running wild. Drawing his eyes to the drop below. Tilting towards the edge a little more with each idle sway. A familiar routine, really. One that 99% of the time led to Peter walking back down to his room and sleeping soundly for the rest of the night.

To his surprise though, Peter peered over his shoulder at the sound of the roof hatch pushing open. No one should’ve been around at this time. Peter knew, because he had come to this rooftop almost every night since moving into the mansion officially.

What was more surprising than someone being awake at this hour though was the identity of his new guest: none other than his father, Magneto.

The man floated gracefully up from the hatch before landing on the flat of the roof, his piercing blue eyes never leaving his son who just turned back to stare out at the view. Peter didn’t pretend much these days. But his father had only known of their connection for a few months, so Peter figured he would spare him of learning just how dysfunctional his son truly was yet. Maybe on their one year anniversary of knowing they were father and son, Peter would give up on the facade.

If he made it that far, that was.

Another grim thought amongst a hundred flying through his skull.

Though neither of them said a thing, Erik came to join Peter at the edge of the roof as if he had been summoned, following Peter’s stare out to the horizon before peering down at the sheer drop below. “It’s quite dangerous, this close to the ledge,” he pointed out calmly.

Peter shrugged. “I suppose.”

“You don’t seem worried,” Erik observed.

“I haven’t worried in a long time,” Peter smirked, though it felt hollow.

Maybe Erik noticed it too, because his features became etched with concern. “Charles told me you come up here often,” he said, adverting his eyes to the distant tree line.

Already Peter could feel himself getting tired from the facade, but not wanting to scare his father off, Peter replied jokingly “It’s a better view than my mom’s basement.”

Silence hung in the air, and his attempt at humour did little to soothe the tension.

“Charles said nights like these are one of the few times he can read your thoughts,” Erik said with a note of grief woven into his voice. “He said it’s because you only focus on one thing out here.”

To that, Peter had no reply.

When he first moved into the mansion, Peter considered what his mind would sound like to the resident telepaths, especially in moments like these. When Charles assured him that his mutation made it impossible to decipher anything though, Peter was relieved that he could continue his routine as normal. Guess the professor forgot to put an ‘almost’ in front of that ‘impossible’.

If Erik was hoping that his son would elaborate for him, Peter made it clear by his distant stare that he would not. This was a discussion he’d had too many times before with little results. He wasn’t about to add his father to the list of people who looked at him with pity and with worry.

Thankfully, Erik was as direct as Peter was impatient.

“Are you considering taking your own life, Peter?”

For a moment Peter thought about lying, saying he was fine- that it was just a bad day, and that Charles should really stay out of his head. But he found himself hesitating as he met his father’s gaze, so caring and sincere. No pity like he’d feared, or guilt like he’d seen from his mother when she found out. It seemed almost wrong to lie when Erik’s eyes were a picture of honest love.

After a few more moments of consideration, Peter relented. He was too tired to keep pretending anyway.

“Sometimes, it feels like it would be easier if I just ended it all,” Peter said matter of factly. “I come up here and think about how nice it must be to just not exist. It’s not that I want to die, I just… don’t really care if I’m here.”

Noticing that his father’s eyes had widened in alarm at his admission, Peter added almost reflexively, “I’m not planning anything- so you don’t need to worry about that.”

“Of course I worry about you. You’re my son,” Erik stated fiercely. “And besides, it doesn’t take much for thoughts to become actions.”

Shrugging, Peter glanced up at the stars, feeling he had nothing more to add.

The ruthless mutant terrorist seemed oddly sheepish as he asked, “How… how often do you feel this way?”

“Do you really want to know?” Peter shot back, perhaps a little too sharply.

To his surprise though, his father answered honestly, “I would, yes.”

Sighing, Peter tapped his fingers mindlessly against the cold stone as he answered, “Most of my life. I don’t know- got worse as a teenager I guess.”

“Do you know why?” Erik asked.

“Hell, take your pick,” Peter scoffed, nonchalant. “Could be family, could be friends. Could be something I did before or something I’m not doing now. I could pinpoint one if I really tried, but thinking things over doesn’t fix any of it though, does it.”

“Are you wanting a solution?” Erik questioned.

Now that was something he hadn’t been asked before. It was oddly refreshing. “No,” Peter finally answered after a moment of consideration. “I know my life better than anyone. I know there’s no solution, so I’m not gonna stress about it. Thanks for asking though.”

Erik nodded, though he didn’t seem completely pleased by the answer. “Will you tell me… if you do need help?” he asked hesitantly. “Would you tell me if these thoughts become anything more than that?”

A twist of guilt ached in Peter’s chest. “I hope so,” he answered, knowing a lie would do little to soothe his father.

A moment passed in silence. And then, reaching forward so he could cradle his son’s face safety in his hands and force Peter to meet his gaze, Erik said mournfully, “My son, you bring so much light to this world. I’m sorry you are the one it has chosen to hurt.”

Tears Peter didn’t even realise had been forming slipped down his cheeks, before quickly getting wiped away by Erik’s thumb.

“Don’t take your light from us,” his father implored, before pulling Peter into a crushing embrace and whispering, “For what would I be without you…?”

Stunned and pained and numb and relieved, Peter melted into his father’s arms and let his tears soak into Erik’s collar. To his surprise though, he felt Erik’s chest hitch with hidden cries, and instinctively rushed to assure, “I’m not going anywhere…”

Gritting his teeth, Erik asked softly “Do you truly mean that? Or are you simply trying to ease my fear?”

Peter desperately wanted his words to be true.

But for now, he only had the energy to hope.

“I’ll try to mean it,” Peter corrected as he closed his eyes and tightened the embrace. “I’ll try for you…”

Erik’s arms were strong and unrelenting, and Peter let himself enjoy the brief sensation of stability. Something his life had never really had before.

“I love you, my precious one,” Erik whispered against his hair like a promise.

This time, Peter knew he could answer honestly without a shadow of a doubt.

“I love you too, Dad.”

#Dadneto #Quickson #tw: suicidal thoughts #vent

[olliethescribe]

Well, time to write about Hypno. He's my favorite for a reason.

Hypno is many things, overpowered being one of them (but this dipshit's powers have backfired on him in almost every appearance of his so it evens out). He's also a genuinely good person and you can't change my mind.

Sure, he absolutely tries to murder the turtles in Newsworthy after being tricked (and then attempted murder on April's entire high school in Hypno Part Deux because he was jealous of a teenager getting more attention for a disappearing act, whoops), but he seems to mellow out after his meet-cute with Warren. By the time we get to Stuck On You, his first thought when he saw the turtles glued together was actual concern (I mean, even the Foot Clan thought something happened, but ehhh).

In The Evil League Of Mutants, he shows the most personality by attempting to separate himself from the others, saying "as an actual magician, I'm offended by this" at their shitty attempt at a magic show. It seemed to be directed at the turtles, too, which is wild. So he cares what they think of him. In Warren And Hypno Sitting A Tree, when pleading with the turtles and April to help him save Warren, once they hold up their end of the bargain (which he helps them with), he doesn't betray them. He's grateful, the opposite of Warren who instantly gave them up.

That brings me to The Clothes Don't Make The Turtle. Not only is this one of the best episodes in the entire series (imo), but it also showcases that Hypno cares about the turtles. He puts them in an illusion trap instead of killing them outright, even though he had the chance. Once they break out and find him, he asks how they escaped with curiosity rather than malice ("did you learn the power of self-love to break free?"), and even as he's bending reality to his whim, he doesn't try to kill them. Beat the shit out of them? Yes. Kill them? No. Plus he lets Leo watch him perform (most likely remembering that Leo was interested in magic back in Hypno Part Deux after calling the magician the turtle looked up to a talentless hack)! Sure the other three got the shorter end of the stick (especially Donnie), but they weren't seriously injured. Hypno's still holding up that end of the bargain from WAHSIAT; he's holding back because he cares about them.

The most obvious way that shows that he cares whether they live or die was in Battle Nexus New York. He was the only villain that didn't complain when paired with a turtle (Donnie), instead apologizing for his lack of skill in chess. He tried his best (even by doing nothing at all) so neither of them would get hurt. And when they were freed and the turtles joined back up to take on Big Mama? He cheered! He sung the praises of brotherly love and was glad they were okay, only to be booed and called lame.

So yeah, that's why I think Hypno's a good person/more complex character, and if Rise weren't canceled, he had the potential to become an ally.

#headcanon #short essay #shitty analysis #warren stone #hypno potamus #rottmnt #he's a sweetheart i swear #i like him a normal amount

[vdragon-creations]

It's almost 12 at night, my tooth hurts like hell and I can't sleep. So I'm just gunna go ahead and ramble about some of the different versions of Sasha! Enjoy!

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2003 Sasha: So this Sasha is a Pescatarian. Most of the time, if she's eating meat, it's strictly fish or even eggs. But the sight of eating meat makes her very uncomfortable.

2012 Sasha: While not being the most tech savvy version, still knows the in's and out's of her Kraang Gauntlets and Scythe.

IDW Sasha: She has a very weird way of speaking. I really have to be careful with how I write her dialog. She has moments where her God side is speaking, and times where SHE is speaking. It makes for an interesting character if you're not 100% sure if it's truly one or the other you're dealing with.

Bayverse Sasha: She's a bit of a freak....if you catch my drift. A real wild cat if you will.

87 Sasha: She and Erma HATE each other. 87 Sasha is not above being a petty jealous bitch if she gets too close to Donnie.

Mirage Sasha: She and Donnie have a very complicated relationship. While Sasha would 100% kill him or his brothers at any opportunity, she never does, and more often then not will assist them if they're in deep shit. This is mostly due to a "jealousy/Territorial" trait of her's for Donnie in particular. Sort of a "He's my pray! And if you want him dead, you'll have to kill me first!" In reality, i feel like if she was a canon character for the turtle lore, this is the trait that would've led to the Shipping her with Donnie thing.

2003 Sasha: She's one of those introverts that seems chill around a bunch of folks so long as she knows them a bit. But stick her in a situation where she knows absolutely nothing and can't use her current knowledge to navigate it, she becomes a very reserved and shy individual.

Batman Sasha: While this is canon for all of her versions, it's especially relevant for this lady. Sasha is a MASSIVE Batman fangirl. (Hint's the cape and over all esthetic of her Assassin's uniform.)

2007 Sasha: While she's is nowhere the most commanding version of herself, she is however VERY combative with her brother. And she's the only version that don't have the most loving relationship with her brother.

Rise Sasha: I've talked about it before, but Rise Sasha is a lot like Rise Donnie, and uses a mostly over the top confident mask to hide her insecurities. When she was human, she wasn't in anyway the strongest or most sociable kid. After being mutated, see saw it as an opportunity to be better then her human self. But this had led to her hating her old self. She HATES talking about it and keeps it a secret. (The only ones to know are April, Donnie, and Mikey. April was the only one she outright told, Donnie just happened to overhear it. And April later told Mikey.)

Rise Sasha: Canonically, I have a storyline that involves she and Donnie getting "Married". Though it's mostly just him giving her a handmade Promise Ring. (In the Krang Apocalypse Future though, this never happens. Instead, it's replaced with one night of "Physical Intimacy" *Wink wonk*. The next day Donnie ends up losing his life while on a mission with Leo. A missions Sasha had told him not to go on. Sasha later finds the ring along with a note that explains how much he loves her, and wanted to be with her once the world was safe again.)

Bayverse Sasha: She was developing a serum to make herself and her pack mates human. as each of them had dreams that supposedly couldn't be made true without being human. (Sasha's being using her knowledge of science to make things better for the world. And also to find love like she'd seen in movies and TV.) Turns out you really don't need to be human for that last one. ;3

Mutant Mayhem Sasha: She may or may not have written a fanfic or two about Donnie before meeting him IRL after seeing him and his brothers fighting Superfly. She never posted it of course and will more then likely have this secret die with her!

And now for a special entry! A little peak into what's to come for Fortnite Sasha!

Fortnite Sasha: She's from another planet inhabited by other cat people who use a mixture of Technology and Magic! They're at war with a race of reptilian people. So when she first met the Turtles, she wasn't very friendly. Not helped by the fact her Lingua was damaged when she crashed on earth, so now she can't understand or speck to them. Her native language sounds a lot like Swahili on earth. While she's no warrior, she's no slouch in a fight. She's a hunter by trade, and her weapon has five modes: Spear, Sword, Bow, Dagger, and Whip. Only the females of her race are hunters, and while they aren't allowed to marry and start families, they aren't restricted from having romantic relationships. Especially if it's with another hunter. In otherwards, a lot of the hunters are either Pan, Bi, or Lesbian. Sasha herself, being Bi, not realizing so until meeting Donnie and getting to know him more. He's the one who actually fixes her Lingua so she can finally communicate with them. (While writing, i was debating on making her species a lot like The Tamaraneans from Teen Titans, where they learn languages through lip contact. But eh, don't really think Sasha would wanna get in that close with a stranger right off the bat just to learn how to talk to them. Much less if they look like a race they're currently at war with.)

And finally, I'll share a little WIP of her design. I may add or take a few things, but I love her so much already!

#tmnt #oc #tmnt oc #sasha the cheetah #oc x canon #All TMNT #All Sashas #Sashatello #2003 tmnt #87 tmnt #2007 tmnt #IDW tmnt #bayverse tmnt #Mutant Mayhem tmnt #RISE tmnt #batman vs tmnt #Mirage tmnt #Fortnite tmnt #2012 tmnt #2003 Sasha #87 Sasha #2007 Sasha #IDW Sasha #bayverse Sasha #Mutant Mayhem Sasha #RISE Sasha #batman vs tmnt sasha #Mirage Sasha #Fortnite Sasha #2012 Sasha

[pinkhairandadverbs]

Nintendo was hinting that Tears of the Kingdom would be much darker than Breath of the Wild. That claim is mostly forgotten now, because it's just not true. It may subtly allude to darker themes, but it never explores them, especially compared to games like Ocarina of Time and Majora's Mask. The games unwillingness to deal with heavy themes really hit me in one particular quest:

I was at a stable, and there was one guy there peering across the river. Turns out he was expecting a group of traveling chefs, but they were late. He asked me to see if I could find them. I followed the path they would be coming from and eventually found a camp set up, with a group of people lying around unconscious and unresponsive.

I thought, holy shit. Everything in this game has been really light and low-stakes so far. But is this it? Did they really do it? Am I gonna have to go back and tell this guy that the chefs all died?

Of course not. It's good poisoning.

I was so surprised because it reminded me that in the past two games I had seen nobody die, or in peril, or grieving.

It reminded me of Majora's Mask's Great Bay, where you find the Zora Mikau dying on the beach. Of Ocarina of Time's Skulltula House, whose greedy inhabitants were cursed to look like horrifying half-spider mutants. I thought of Link's uncle in A Link to the Past, who dies in the underbelly of the castle he served.

I don't mean to say every Zelda should be like this. But in these games especially, Hyrule is *traumatized*. The world has already ended, whole towns were wiped off the map, monsters roam freely. But there are no tears to shed, even by those old enough to remember it. Optimism is natural with scars so old, but they're scars nevertheless! Do you see the scars?? I don't want to be the only one grieving.

This was more of a rant than I expected it to be, but sometimes that's the way things go. I just had to get it out of my system.

#totk thoughts #tears of the kingdom #even twilight princess is not as dark as it thinks it is #there i said it #come at me #TotK #botw

[contaminatedlamb]

Paint - Chapter Two - [tmnt2012] Leonardo x F!Reader

summary: To your limited knowledge, something is going in the midst of New York City. From the Bronx, all the way down to Brooklyn, creatures are emerging from the woodworks to ease their claws into the lives of every inhabitant. From a sous chef who dreams of refining her artistic skills, an androgynous woman with a dark past and a violent soul, to a once lively leader who's grief has morphed him into a shell of his former self. A cop, a graffiti artist, all sorts of mutants. Together, with the help of their friends, family members, and wary allies— the truth will be revealed, no matter what the cost.

Who could have known that it would all start with a bit of paint?

chapter one: nothing to see here, folks! everything is fine.

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chapter two: everything is NOT fine! I lied!

   You walked into the hallway, the door slamming shut behind you. A sense of finality, cutting yourself off from whatever had happened outside. Retracting your steps you pressed your back into the door. You closed your eyes, splaying your gloved hands against the cold metal, allowing your head to fall backwards until it settled against the door. In two quick motions, you tore the gloves off your hands, stuffing them unceremoniously into the pocket of your jacket. You pressed your sweaty palms against the cool wood, feeling the cold of the night penetrate through. In these moments of peace, safe inside the comforting restaurant you worked in, you began to reflect on what on God's green earth had just happened back in that alleyway.

Speaking of green... Your mind wondered in a coy voice of its own, bringing back images of what you had just seen a minute ago. It had been a while since such a striking color had made such an impact on your mind. You wondered how much time it would take for you to create the exact shade in your bedroom. It wasn't just green, it was emerald, which meant a bit of yellow, a bit of blue, like the... things eyes. Even in the shadows of the alleyway, the sickly yellow lights from the street, its colors were striking. It was unfortunate that the creature was covered in blood.

Your eyes fluttered open, staring at the white ceiling. Splattered paint created bumps along its texture, mysterious stains from the neighbors above, some new, some years old. You focused on finding familiar shapes and patterns in the mess above you, as your throat started to tighten. It made it harder to swallow. Whatever that thing was outside, you had left it to die. Obviously it was injured, this... animal? Turtle? It had to be a turtle, unless it was an alien you had stumbled across. What did you even know of mutants anyway? You had been taught that they were freaks of nature, abominations, monsters, but this one had kind eyes. Eerily human. Blue. Full of pain, begging for you to help; its stare had followed you from the alley.

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to push away its stare, to drag the dark recesses of your mind to cover its eyes. To no avail. You clenched your teeth, pressing the ends of your palms into your eyelids, rubbing them to try and banish away what was tormenting your mind. "You're hallucinating." You scolded yourself in an undertone, giving your head a shake. Your imagination always seemed to relish in running wild, and now, it seemed determined to gaslight you. Yes, that was a turtle, a humanoid one at best, standing on two legs with much better hand coordination then you could dream of. How quickly had it caught your broom? Where on earth could it have gained such fast reflexes? It was as if you had just stepped through an invisible portal into some popular cartoon show with a hyper realistic creature, begging for help with his luminescent eyes.

And why was this guy so muscular?

You jerked forward, straightening against the door. You tilted your head forward, squeezing your eyes shut, scrunching up your nose and blinked, once, twice, staring down at your hands. Tiny dots of yellow, practically freckles, stained your skin— from what? Who knew. Yaki had always joked about how the mysterious yellow sludge that always seemed to ooze out of the bags were the slime remains of some sort of horribly experimented on mutant. It was a dark, horrible joke, and you didn't like them. Especially with how mutants were becoming a recurring issue in the news nowadays. You didn't like to think about them. It had been one of the reasons you had been wary about moving to New York City in the first place. A place full of strange occurrences, from monsters to mutants, from aliens to a man in a scary metal suit. Sure, things had been quiet these last few years, but every day you went to work worrying. What if this was the day a stray bullet got stuck in your head while you were serving tables? What if you were kidnapped while throwing away trash bags? What if you took the wrong turn on the way to the grocery store and got robbed?

You frowned at your hands, Sukiyaki’s joke ringing in your head, dancing around the blue eyes of that turtle. You were sure that when she had made that joke, she certainly hadn't had in mind the mutant you had just abandoned to die.

You curled your fingers into your palms, letting out a shaky sigh, your shoulders slumping from the weight of what you had just endured in its entirety. Turtles. Stick figures. A bit of nervous hysteria. What joy! What fun! If you had a therapist, you would've been on the phone with them right now! But you didn't, because your version of getting help for your mental health had been running away from your parents, from your small town, from your small life. And hey, it worked! Or so, you had led yourself to believe.

You heard a knock as you jerked your head up, wide eyed. Was that thing trying to get inside the restaurant?!

You stared into the kind round face of the restaurant's owner and head Chef, Murakami. He looked as polite and huggable as he could be while wielding a stained butcher knife upright in his hand. His other hand rested against the doorway that led into the prep kitchen. The metal door rested against his back, waiting for the older man to walk forward and let it fall shut.

"Oh, hey Mr. Mura." Your voice felt far away. You didn't feel like you were operating your body. It felt as if you were outside of it, looking in, watching how you would act.

"Hello." He remarked back with a small smile, the vegetable juice on his blade looking more menacing than it should've been. He began to wipe it against his stained, formerly white apron. He reached up to adjust his circular tinted glasses. "Did you take out the trash?" He wondered, raising his eyebrows.

A shaky smile broke out on your lips, quivering so intensely that you wondered if you would break out into a hysterical laugh. You were glad that he was blind, as bad as that sounded. You massaged your hands against your thighs, trying to soothe yourself. "Um, yeah. Yeah. I did. Everything is fine. It went well." A grimace came across your face. Why did you sound so awkward? It wasn't like you were an alien pretending to be human. Act normal!

Your grimace twisted into a smile, as you swiftly punched your fist into your shaking palm. "Don't worry about me!" Seriously? You hissed internally. Even that sounded suspicious.

You let out a nervous laugh. "Just, um, go back to prepping for tomorrow." You paused, eyeing the way he held such a knife. "Or dissecting a person." You chuckled, as if you had made a fantastically written joke. On the inside though? You were panicking. What on earth was this dialogue spewing out of your mouth? You felt like some sort of broken NPC that was being written by a cat that had walked across a keyboard. Had you finally gone insane? Please, let it be so, because it would explain so much.

The restaurateur's usual small smile collapsed into a firm line, (you hated when he did that, it was worse than a frown), as he brushed one of his calloused spade-like hands against his white button up shirt. He had big hands, for grabbing the tail end of a 40 pound fish and slamming it against a cutting board. He shuffled forward on his geta's, which were his fashionable platform sandals that made you think that, if he wore them on the beach, would leave odd tracks behind.

"Are you sure?" He asked, now beginning to frown, much to your dismay. "You sound... frightened." He said, tilting his head forward as if he were about to slide off his glasses to look at you directly. You did not want that. It felt wrong to see his eyes in their natural state; you would probably scream at the mere sight of them. On the other hand, if he could see your face, he would've read you like an open book. Yaki had always said that you did a terrible job of covering up your emotions.

"Whattt?" You spluttered, waving your hand at him as if he could see you waving him away. "Frightened? The only thing I'm scared of is the chronic back pain that Yaki seems to be dead set on making sure I get once I turn twenty five!" Your words came out in a rapid jumble as you let out a bark of a laugh. Placing your hands on your hips, you tossed your head back, only to bang it against the metal door behind you. You yelped, grabbing onto the back of your head to rub at the throbbing spot. Oh, that was definitely going to turn into a bump. So much for trying to play it cool. Sometimes it felt as if you didn't have a 'cool' bone in your entire body.

"Mm." The older man mused, raising his eyebrows, the universal method of saying I don't believe you.

"Mhmmm." You repeated back with a slow careful nod, the universal hum of ‘move along, old man.’

Murakami let out another mm, before turning around and pushing open the prep kitchen door, walking inside. The door swished to and fro in its doorway, before falling still.

You let out a breath, your shoulders easing from their tensely stiff position. With your back to the door, you slid to the ground, your knees bending before you as you fell into a seated position. You looked over your shoulder, chewing your bottom lip that had collected white residue from how much spluttering and talking you had done. You lifted the collar of your jacket, rubbing your lip along it to remove the stuff.

"You know," A familiar voice echoed throughout the hallway, coming from your left. "You're a reallyyy crappy liar, Baba."

You sharply looked to the left to squint at Yaki. She leaned against the metal door leading into the walk-in freezer, full to the brim with frozen pieces of meat and shellfish. Her right leg was bent, her shoe pressed against the door, picking at her teeth with a toothpick that resembled a needle in her long fingers with their chewed down nails. She had her head tilted forward, her vibrant eyes lazily scanning you as if she could peel apart your brain and peek into your memories of the past.

You narrowed your eyes, wrapping your arms around your legs. You propped your chin onto your knees, glaring at the linoleum floor before you. The ground was cold, biting at your jeans, but you didn't care. It grounded you, pardon the pun. "Whatever." You muttered, wishing you could go home. Sure, you and your coworkers would be off in a matter of minutes (once Murakami finished his meticulous prepping for the night), but then would come the walk. The stairs down to that dirty subway station, standing around waiting for the train to arrive (if it wasn't late, missing?, or never showed up), and taking the long ride back to the small apartment the two of you shared. All in all, it would take over an hour and a half to get back home.

Sukiyaki clicked her tongue in amusement, pushing herself off of the door as she walked up to you. She flicked the toothpick into the trash bin as she walked by, running her fingers through her black hair. "Uwa," She began, her accent shifting to fit with the Japanese word. "You're such a teenager." She chuckled, stopping in front of you to crouch down, ruffling up your hair.

You batted away her hands with one of your own, your brows furrowing as you fixated on a yellowish slime stain on the floor, left behind by a trash bag. You didn't want to be teased, you weren't even sure if you wanted to talk. All you needed was space, time and some tea. Preferably chamomile with a lot of brown sugar spooned in, something to soothe you on this cool night. You didn't want Sukiyaki ruffling up your hair, tweaking your nose, tugging on your ear. She was annoying, you could admit that freely without fearing repercussions, but there were times you wished she could be serious. Serious in the way of having a heart to heart talk face to face, not the type that went after an irritating creep at the subway station to beat him over the head with a traffic cone.

You knew she was staring at you. After all, her eyes held a fire in their color that set the brown aflame, burning into you. There were times you couldn't even hold her gaze. You weren't sure what was worse, maintaining eye contact or avoiding it as best as you could. Instead, you stared at the stain, wondering if it too would turn into a stick figure and hiss at you.

"Y/n." Yaki said, her voice losing its teasing edge. "You mad at me?" She asked, tilting her head.

No. You thought, without responding, only staring more intensely at the stain. You had completely forgotten all of your cursing and grumbling over the garbage. Frankly, you had more pressing matters at the moment. Besides, you and Yaki had a deal. Every other week you both would alternate in garbage duty on Fridays, and most of the time, she would take one good look at your miserable state and deal with it before you could say anything. It was embarrassing, being so weak, but some of those bags weighed thirty pounds. Even Sukiyaki struggled at times. Or that's what you told yourself to feel better and not so useless.

Your coworker let out a sigh, tilting her head lower and lower to her left, trying to catch your hardened gaze. "Y'know, I would've taken over if you'd asked." She paused, waiting for you to respond. You did not. "Did you get hurt?"

Yes. You thought, thinking of the sharp fear that had shot through your veins harder than heroin when that stick figure had popped out at you. Yes, you thought again, recalling the pure adrenaline that had strangled you, causing you to smack your broom at that thing—

"No." You said, tightening your embrace around your legs. Maybe, if you became smaller, you would disappear, and Yaki would stop asking you questions. You needed to meditate on what had just happened, pull apart your feelings, figure out what you would do next. All without that burning gaze, threatening to pull apart the layers of your head and find the answers inside. And yet, you knew Sukiyaki wasn't leaving. She would be worried now and would keep asking you questions, try to pull you into her arms, caress your face. Just like she always did when you shut down. You didn't want that now, and you knew how awful that sounded. What had you done to deserve such a friend like her?

The door to the prep kitchen swung open, as beat up sneakers squeaked against the recently mopped linoleum floors. They came to an abrupt stop, the metal door swinging to and fro in its doorway until it too settled in its place.

You lifted your gaze, avoiding Sukiyaki's stare all together, peering at the only other employee that worked at Murakami's. A scrawny, fourteen year old boy in a raggedy sea green jacket, his face twisted up as if he had just bit into a lemon. Which he had done before on a dare, and now held a grudge against the bitter citrus, refusing to even drink lemonade. In his hands he clutched a beige piece of paper and a cheap mechanical pencil, the worksheet crinkling in his grasp. Bags under his eyes, a mixture of green, blue and purple, accentuating his discontent expression.

Out of the corner of your eye, you watched Suki twist her upper body around to stare at the teenager. "Hey isi, what's up?" She asked with a smile from her seated position on the floor in front of you. A bent knee lying on its side, the other being held by her calloused brown hands.

Isidore dampened his pale thin lips with a flick of his tongue, his eyes narrowing for a split second as he had a thought. "I need Y/n to help me with my homework." He mumbled, ducking his head. His long blond hair fell into his eyes, a curtain closing on the face of the gaunt boy.

A snort escaped Suki as she turned her body to face him, her legs settling into a naturally crossed position. "What, you don't want my help?" She teased, her accent shifting from her usual Urdu ladened syllables to a distinct Brooklyn one. It was always shifting, at times coming across as having a bit of everything. When it came to the city, Suki represented the melting pot of cultures in her voice.

Hazel eyes peered through blond strands at you and Suki, the color distorted from the stagnant lights of the hallway. One bulb flickered towards the end of it, illuminating the last door with it's wooden sign hanging that read 'MURA-MURA'S OFFICE'. An anniversary present from you and Yaki.

"You really think I'm going to take school advice from someone who dropped out of middle school?" Isidore asked in genuine disbelief, raising his head. A few strands stuck to his damp bottom lip, his mouth slightly ajar.

Sukiyaki guffawed, the sound bouncing through her upper body as her hands rested on her knees. "I know fractions." She scoffed, shifting her eyes to you.

"These are qua-dra-tic equations." He retorted.

"Same thing." She shot back with a grin, her upper lip curling back to show off her white teeth, as it usually did whenever she smiled.

"There's something outside." You flinched in shock. Had the words really tumbled out of your mouth like that? No. That couldn't be your voice. It was distant and strangely calm, and you knew very well that you were anything but. No, it must've been the ghost of that thing, the mutant, haunting you for leaving it.

A giggle tumbled from your lips quicker than a drunk's, not helping your case of perceived normality. You placed your hand over your mouth as you grinned, your eyes twinging with tears. Why did you feel hysterical?

Your coworkers were staring at you. Quick! You thought frantically. Say something else! Normal!

Your muffled voice spoke out behind your palm. "It's... big." You felt your soul shrivel out and peter out with a dying wail. Well, so much for acting normal. You weren't even sure if you had ever fit the definition of normal. Always sticking out, always the weird one.

Isidore spoke first.

"More... trash?" He guessed, a twinge of fear applied to his usually indifferent tone. He hated taking out the trash. It was more of a fight to get him to do it then you, even though his official title was technically Busser, which meant his job primarily entailed cleaning up and throwing away the trash. He always wiggled his way out of that job though; his arms were even weaker than yours.

You thought of the broken bags outside, covered in flies, maggots, and rotting trash. Remnants of a dirty business, something Murakami hated. His restaurant was kept impeccably clean, earning him an A rating (97 percent!), that he proudly kept in the front window for all to see. No, all garbage went into bags and their appropriate bins to be picked up in the morning.

You shrugged. "Kind of." You admitted, thinking of that bleeding mutant, covered in flies, maggots, surrounded by rotting trash. If the guy was dead, maybe the garbage men would take him away too.

Sukiyaki had been staring at your face (what else was new), her overgrown brows furrowed in worry. "Do you want us to help you... get rid of it?" She asked carefully. She was watching your reaction, trying to read how you felt and what you were keeping from her. From all of them.

You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak again, lest you started talking and didnt stop. You weren't sure why you wanted them to go out in the alley; to confirm your suspicions that you were hallucinating? That had to be it. Isidore would go outside and find nothing, and Suki would chuckle at you, ruffle your hair, and tell you both to go inside and grab a bowl of ramen from Murakami before he put away all the food. You felt the pangs of hunger in your stomach clench, wrapping around the hollowness that had been sitting there for the past few hours. Ramen sounded nice, especially on a cold night like this.

Sukiyaki rose to her feet easily, not a joint popping or bones cracking heard in the hallway. She stuffed her hands into the pockets of her baggy cargo pants, the white cropped tank she wore showing off her muscular arms and broad shoulders. Her eyes remained fixated on your face, before she removed a hand to outstretch it to you.

You glanced up at the hand, calluses running along the base of her palm, the brown a few shades lighter than the rest of her skin. You let out a sigh, removing your hand from digging its fingers into your calf, and grabbed onto her hand. You were lifted from the ground, making a sound of alarm as you momentarily dangled in the air, before your sneakers slapped against the ground. You grabbed at your shoulder as it began to throb, looking back at your friend in shock. It wasn't dislocated (you had a feeling if Suki had wanted to dislocate your shoulder, she could've done it easily), but it hurt being pulled like that.

"OW?!" You shouted at your coworker, looking at her in exasperation. You gestured to your poor shoulder, which had already suffered enough throwing in those trash bags.

She grinned cheekily, a dimple appearing in her chin. "Got you to look at me." She teased, reaching forward to press her pointer finger against your nose.

You frowned as you smacked away her hand, trying your best to scowl up at her, though you were sure you came off as sulking. Your thoughts were confirmed as Sukiyaki let out a laugh at your expression, rubbing her palm against the top of your head. She tightened her grip and pushed you away from the door, causing you to stumble off. You found yourself soon standing next to Isidore, who was fixated on carefully folding his worksheet into symmetrical squares.

"Are you gonna help me later?" He asked, his blond brows furrowed as he remained hunched over his project. His mechanical pencil had been pushed behind his ear, the black tip poking through his straight hair.

You didn't have the heart to tell him that you had cheated through your entire online high school experience and didn't even know what the word quadratic meant, but you nodded. "Sure, I can give some pointers on the subway." Right after I look up a few terms, you thought to yourself. You smiled at him, your arms crossing over your chest, your cold hands snaking under your armpits for warmth.

You heard the door groan as it was pulled from its weighted place in the doorway. Your eyes expanded as you turned your head, as everything slowed around you. Everything, that is, except your heart beat, as it began to beat a rhythm against your chest, trying to escape its cage. One of your hands slid free to grip the space over your heart, willing it to calm down. Everything is fine, you thought as Suki began to open the door. Everything is a-okay. Why are you anxious? There's nothing there.

Sukiyaki placed her hand around the edge of the wooden door, pushing its creaking weight to her left. She looked over her shoulder at you, her playful grin an ever constant tease that danced into your dreams. The moment she saw your face though, tense and pallid, her cocky expression was gone, as quickly as it had appeared. She began to turn around, a question about to leave her mouth, but she didn't get a chance to say anything at all.

Isidore let out a scream, throwing his folded worksheet into the air. He jumped a good two feet backwards, rapid fire screaming erupting from him, and when his sneakers met the ground they began to slip and slice against the squeaky clean linoleum. Cartoonishly so, he finally slipped, slamming onto his back and knocking the air out of him. This stopped the screams— momentarily.

"Isidore!" Sukiyaki yelled, her eyebrows flying upward as she stared in shock at the scrawny pile on the floor. "The hell?" She said under her breath, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion. She looked up at you, presumably for answers, but saw your face. She followed your gaze and looked over her shoulder, out into the alleyway.

You weren't sure what kind of face you were making, but you were sure it wasn't a pretty one. Your body was no longer your own; you were a pair of eyes and nothing more. You grounded yourself back into reality by digging your nails into your upper arms, your jacket keeping you from cutting yourself. Unfortunately, reality was not somewhere you wanted to be, as you stared at the three green rectangular fingers splayed on the ground. They were weirdly angular, weirdly green, weirdly bandaged and weirdly, too bloody, too bloodied. Suki's muscular upper arm framed this picture, holding open the door with her hand, the white lights of the hallway throwing shadows against the hand you saw.

You knew what was connected to the hand. An arm, more blood, a shell, some paint, a blue mask, cuts and more blood. So much blood. You had never seen so much blood before. That was normal of you though, right? Being nineteen, having been exposed to a few cuts and monthly periods, that was enough blood for you. You inhaled deeply, your gaze fixated on its hand, not wanting to look at the rest of... it.

Sukiyaki slammed the door shut.

You jumped, your head jerking up as you stared wide eyed at the back of your friend's head. You held out your hands beside you, your fingers outstretched and stiff, sweat beginning to build up on your palms. Your shoulders tense and pushed back, your chest sticking out, your jaw clenched. You wished that God would take ahold of your body and squeeze all the anxiety out of your pores.

Suki stood there, her arm pressed against the wood over her head, her hand curled into a fist, her forehead resting against the door. She muttered something under her breath, but you didn't catch it.

Isidore remained on the floor, fixated on his own rapid breathing, staring wide eyed at the ceiling. His worksheet laid next to his legs, his mechanical pencil having rolled away somewhere.

No one said anything. What was there to be said?

Yaki straightened, grabbing the handle of the door. She inhaled deeply and pulled it open in one swift motion. She stared at the body, exhaling loudly. "Bismillah." She breathed, lifting up her hand to rub her fingers against her scalp, ruffling up her own hair. She seemed at a loss for words, stimming with her hair as she stood there. She released the door to place her hand on her hip, allowing the door to rest against her shoulder.

After minutes, hours, days?, Sukiyaki spoke up, but the words were lost on you. She wasn't talking to you, it wasn't possible, you weren't in your body anymore. You were a ghost floating by a mutant body, you were an empty husk of a human, you were twirling into the stars. Anywhere but here. Anywhere but reality.

"Y/n."

You looked up, realizing the hug you had wrapped yourself in was making your fingers ache as they dug into your forearms. You stared uncomprehendingly through your friend, wondering if she knew that your soul had left your body, and if she would run off and chase it down. Bring it back, trapped in between her hands, and force it down your throat. Maybe that would fix the hollow feeling in your heart, as it spread down your chest, into your fingertips. Your poor fingers, crackling with static.

"Y/n!" Another voice came from behind you.

With a few slow steps, you turned around, staring into the worried face of Murakami. His hair was starting to gray. How old was he again? Had you ever asked? Or was that rude? What was the social rule towards asking someone for their age again?

He swiftly nodded to the space behind you, over your shoulder. Vast anxious black space. "Sukiyaki needs your help."

You looked over your shoulder at your coworker, who was struggling to pick up the thing. She had its muscular green arm thrown over her neck, one hand wrapped around its wrist, the other around its shell. She had one knee steeped in a pool of yellow slime, intermingled with blood, the other bent in front of her. Her teeth were clenched, a tendon apparent against her neck, her gaze flicking from the mutant at her side to you. "Help?" She grunted, nodding at what was beside her.

You blinked rapidly, letting your arms fall to your side. You stared at the puddle of yellow, the splatters of red reminding you of vanilla extract being poured into milk. How fascinating, the comparison between food and rot and blood.

    You looked down at Isidore. He was being helped up and spoken to gently by Murakami. Kind, sweet, soft Mr. Murakami, who could find a free moment in his conversation with a frankly hysterical Isidore, to look at you with concern. Even though his eyes were obscured by his glasses, you felt his sympathy.

You tried to put on a smile though he couldn't see it, and began to walk forward. You didn't want to see it, you didn't want to come to terms with it. You walked and walked until you had exited the building, out in the musty, always damp alleyway, and came to the other side of... it. You stood there, staring at the ground, staring at its feet. There were three lines towards the front of the circular flat feet— toes? Toes. Weird.

"Y/nnn." Suki groaned, her right eye squeezed shut. "Bro is heavy."

"Alright," You whispered, the crack in your voice causing you to squeeze your eyes shut. What was that for? "Alright." You finished in a breath, reaching out for its arm. Don't think. Just do.

    Before you could grab it, something splattered from above and hit your forehead. You froze, eyes growing wide, having flashbacks of pigeons, so many pigeons, using you as a toilet— You held up your fingers and touched the wet on your skin, pulling down your hand to stare uncomprehendingly at the red. Red? You rubbed your fingers together, spreading the color. So pretty, so intense, so bloody. Bloody. Blood. Jesus Christ on a motorbike, this was blood. You looked up in horror, your mouth ajar to either gasp or scream as you stared at the rusting fire escape above you. Blood coated the metal bars, congealing into droplets. Droplets that would fall on you.

     "Y/n," Your friend begged, pulling you away from the confusing frightened thoughts you felt freezing your body.

    "Okay," You stammered, blinking rapidly, feeling the blood on your forehead as visibly, as if someone had their fingers pressing into your skin. "Okay, okay."

     You wrapped your fingers around the green, the green arm, surprised at how toned it felt. The muscles weren't a facade, then. He wasn't a hallucination then. You decided to ignore this revelation for the sake of Yaki and Murakami. They had bigger issues to deal with then dealing with you.

You lifted his arm and followed the position Suki was in, dropping to one knee and draping its arm across the back of your neck. The skin was rough, scaley, cold against your own skin that burned. The shudder that ran through your body escaped your mouth. You tried to wrap your hand around its wrist but it was too big. Instead, you wrapped your fingers around the side of his wrist, as it was the best you could do.

"On the count of three, pick 'em up." Sukiyaki said, an edge to her voice. This wasn't the suki that had contests with the patrons to see who could eat ramen the fastest, this wasn't the Yaki who liked to dance with the mentally ill homeless man at the station, this wasn't your friend who loved to jump from the roof's in the neighborhood you both lived in. This was a version that came out on rare occasions. A version that said this was a situation, possibly more serious than you realized.

"Got it." You said, furrowing your brows. Alright, I'm just helping Yaki lift a table. That's it. That's why it feels so cold.

The seconds ticked by in your friend's voice. You sucked in a breath, tensed your shoulders, and quickly wrapped your arm around the creature's shell. Don't think. You grabbed onto Suki's wrist and she grabbed into yours, her hand engulfing you. Don't think.

"Three!"

The groan that resonated from the both of you felt primal as you rose, raising your knee up from its bent position and slamming your sneaker into the ground. Even with Suki doing most of the heavy lifting (after all, she had all the muscle), you felt your abused groan let out a scream that tore through your body. Oh, you were going to be sore tomorrow.

The mutant was dead weight, though hopefully not dead (surely Suki had checked for a pulse), as you and your coworker picked it up. It's head dangled forward, chin tucked in, unconscious, as it lay limp between the two of you. You looked straight ahead, feeling the imbalance between you and Suki. She was much taller than you, and stronger, which meant that the mutant was in a crooked awkward downward angle, its head lolling to the side. Its ragged breaths brushed against the side of your face.

"Walk." She spat out through gritted teeth.

In sync, you both took one step forward, before being stopped in your tracks. Of four moving sneakers and a pair of bandaged feet being dragged across the asphalt.

Isidore blocked the doorway, holding the abandoned blue broomstick forward, the end of it pointed towards the unconscious face of the mutant. The fourteen year old was pale, paler than usual, his nose scrunched up and his lips puckered. A so called brave face of determination, though his knobby knees shook. The lights of the restaurant behind him threw shadows against his face, obscured as it was by his messy hair. Over his shoulder, you saw Murakami's face of worry, Isidore's mechanical pencil tucked behind his ear.

You and Suki shared a look over the dangling head of the mutant, before looking back at Isidore with raised eyebrows.

"What are you doing!?" Isidore said in a higher pitch that occurred whenever he was upset.

"Bringing him inside." Suki retorted dryly, her lips set in a grim line. Evidently, she was no longer in a mood for jokes or, her favorite, shenanigans and buffoonery.

"It could be diseased!" Isidore squeaked back, his eyes shifting uneasily from you, to Yaki, to the unconscious mutants before back to Suki. The broom in his hands jittered nervously, coming close at times to scratching the top of the mutant's head with its black handle.

"He's not diseased." Yaki retorted, hefting the mutant up to adjust him against her side, pulling its arm further over her neck. She held the mutant's hand firmly in hers, ignoring the blood smudging onto her palm.

"How would you know?" Isidore asked, his gaze flicking back over to the mutant as his upper lip curled back in disgust. You didn't like that look. It felt hateful.

"Well," Sukiyaki said, glancing down at the face of the mutant. "For one thing, he hasn't woken up and tried to chew on my throat, so we already off to a great start." She grinned, but it lacked its usual charm. It was empty. Her grin fell, her eyes boring into the teenager; a mouse to a hawk. "Now get outta our way."

Before Isidore could open his mouth to squeal and protest, the woman had lifted up her foot and knocked the broom clean from his hands. It clambered against the ground, rolling down the hallway. He looked down at his hands in shock, as Murakami grabbed his skinny shoulders and pulled him off to the side.

With a free path, Sukiyaki stormed forward, making a beeline towards the door of the prep kitchen. You struggled to keep up, not realizing how heavy this mutant was as the muscles in your neck and shoulders grew tight and uncomfortable. You stumbled against the slippery linoleum floors as you transitioned from the asphalt floors and over the wooden doorway. My legs are shaking, you thought numbly, staring at the floor. The sound of the mutants' feet dragging against the floor echoed throughout the hallway.

Suki slammed her broad shoulder against the metal door, shoving it open as it swung and banged against the wall. It gave you enough time to drag the side of the mutant you were holding into the kitchen. You followed in the steps of your friend as she swung you both towards the nearest table against the wall. It had been meticulously scrubbed by Isidore, and now all of that hard work was about to be ruined.

"Grab his legs," Yaki grunted, releasing her death grip on your wrist (the circulation had left it long ago), twisting around to wrap her arms around the bloodied chest of the mutant. She pulled it away from you as you let go without a second thought, the turtle slumping over, its legs sprawled out in front of him. It. Him? He.

"Legs." Yaki repeated, a sheen of sweat causing her bangs to stick to her forehead. Her eyes were narrowed, and though you knew it couldn't be towards you, it still made you move quicker.

You moved forward, crouching to place your hands underneath the back of his knees. Silently, the two of you lifted the mutant, as you slipped your elbows in place of your hands, your hands gripping his knees. With a series of groans, grunts, and a shared set of swears, (both in Japanese, Urdu, and English), you two tossed the turtle onto the table.

Its shell slammed against the metal, scraping across as Suki pushed him closer to the wall. She took a step back, placing her hands on her hips, blood droplets staining her white shirt like tear drops.

You crouched down, pressing your sweaty palms against the cold ground. Your chest heaved in sync with your friends, the two of you trying to steady rapid breathing. You felt a trickle of sweat down the back of your neck, dampening your baby hairs. You stared at the ground, shiny enough that you saw a distorted version of yourself. You had done it. You had done a good deed, helping your friend with that poor... turtle mutant, bringing it inside. And hey, even if it was real, what was the big deal, right? You had known since moving into the city that you had been bound to meet a mutant soon. You wished it had happened sooner, and not after that encounter with the stick figure. You glanced up at the table, finding Suki standing over the mutant, like a mother holding a vigil over the site of her son's murder. I wish it wasn't injured.

Murakami stood beside her at the end of the table, the two standing beside the mutant's head as they held a conversation in Japanese. They always did that whenever they wanted to discuss something private in front of you and Isidore. You had tried learning the language, but so far you only knew the curse words that Suki usually used against the customers. You tilted your head, trying to catch onto something familiar, as their voices became quieter.

You moved from your crouched position to sitting on the back of your calves. You looked to your left, finding Isidore standing in the doorway. His arms were crossed, his shoulders tensed up, his brow furrowed and eyes narrowed. He stood there pouting as he stared ahead, his nose scrunched upward. You couldn't help but scoff lightly under your breath at his expression. Should you feel that way? In this situation?

"This isn't sanitary." You heard him mutter under his breath, sharply looking to his left.

You giggled, covering your mouth. You dug your nails into your cheeks, grounding yourself. Alright, he was just being petty now.

Sukiyaki turned around suddenly, capturing your attention as she stared down at you. And so, the staring competition began. Naturally, your friend won, and you let your gaze fall back down to the ground.

You lifted your hands to stare at them, the skin blotchy and cold. A streak of magenta caught your attention, swiped against the top of your palm. You raised your brows at it, realizing that it must've rubbed onto your skin when you were holding the turtle's shell (god that sounded weird to say). You began to rub at it, picking off the flakes. It was only a thin layer of paint, and soon there was a faint stain where the dye had been. You rubbed the flakes between your fingers, watching them crumble to the floor. Oil. What was oil paint doing on a turtle?

You looked up from your position on the floor as Sukiyaki walked by, towards the door that led out to the main kitchen and restaurant. She stopped before walking through, her hand on the metal door. She glanced over her shoulder with a frown, her brows pinched together. "Y/n, come."

You began to rise mechanically, responding to the command. You placed your hands on your knee, pushing yourself up until you were standing. At least, you thought you were standing. You felt light, like your body wasn't connected to your feet anymore. Had you ever felt normal? Normal? Normal?

Behind you, you overheard Murakami speaking to his youngest employee. "Isidore, the first aid kit please."

You could hear the scorn in the teenagers voice when he responded. "Why? Don't waste our medical stuff on a monster." He scoffed, his voice dripping with contempt, the sound of his sneaker squeaking against the floor as he kicked at it.

Sukiyaki swirled around, her hands curled into fists, the muscles in her arms bulging. Never before had you seen such a rage in her reddish brown eyes as she scowled towards the boy. The worst part was the silence. Isidore, caught in the seething stare of Suki, like a moth lured by a beam of light, being led to a painful demise by burning.

You winced, wrapping your arms around yourself though Suki's rage wasn't pointed towards you. The flames of her anger felt like they were starting to burn your skin, as you took a quick step to your left to get out of her way.

In a low voice, she finally spoke. "Get the damn kit." She disappeared through the door.

    You stared at the door, rubbing your forearms up and down soothingly. Your shoulders were tight and tense, your tongue swiping along your bottom lip. Your eyes flickered around, as if you feared stick figures peeling off of the walls and mutants shambling through the walls. In a way, you could understand why Isidore felt such a way towards the unconscious creature. He was fourteen and constantly bombarded by propaganda in his everyday life. News reports of mutants attacking and robbing humans in alleyways, the cries reaching the government for something to be done about such 'monsters', and the posters you saw all over the subway station. 'If you see something, say something— it might just save your life.' 'If mutants are around, get on the ground.' All splayed with dramatized artistic renditions of horrifying creatures and monsters, photoshopped together in some sort of program. After all, there weren't many concrete images of them; blurry photos and shaky grainy videos, that was all. And for Isidore, who jumped whenever the subway cart screeched around the corner of the station, and was suspicious of most people around him, why wouldn't he be against this mutant entering the restaurant?

You glanced over your shoulder, watching Isidore stomping off, grumbling under his breath. Your eyes flicked over to the body on the table being tended to by Murakami. You had never heard of mutant turtles before, especially ones in masks and leather.

Heeding Sukiyaki's prior command, you wordlessly followed through the door and straight into the kitchen. The door swung to and fro loudly behind you before settling. Your eyes scanned around the restaurant, fixating on the bloodstain on your friend's shirt, one of which she scrubbed at with a dirty damp rag. It was red. Why were you surprised? Most things bled red.

"That's not going to come out." You said, arms still wrapped around yourself. "You're going to have it put bleach on it when we get home." There, you had broken the ice. Started the conversation. Let the games begin.

Sukiyaki said nothing, evidently lost in thought as she shoved the rag at the spot, spreading around the stain until it was less blood droplets and more a giant smear. She threw the rag onto the wooden island in the middle of the open concept kitchen. She turned around, exiting the boxed section and grabbed the handle of a metal bucket. She lifted it off of the counter, walking to the left corner in the back of the restaurant.

Near a large window, a set of booths, and red blinds that covered the glass, sat a rickety vending machine. It hummed and let off a bright white light from its machinery, advertising items such as vegetable spring rolls to Pizza Gyoza, which was a popular food item. According to Suki, it had been invented by Murakami as a thank you gift to some guys that had saved him from a Purple Dragon beat down. That was just about all the information you were ever able to coax out of her. Murakami was worse than Suki, he only ever smiled at you and went back to cooking whenever you asked him.

The woman paused in front of the vending machine, crouching down to sit against her knees as she set the bucket beside her. She pulled a chain out of her pocket, a small scuffed up silver key dangling from it, sticking it into the gray lock cylinder underneath the bill validator. With a twist, the door swung open, revealing the empty token counter. She stuck her hand into the pail, pulling up handfuls, putting them back in their sections.

The vending machine had been around since you had arrived, being a reliable source of ordering whether the noodle shop got too busy. The system here depended on what was best. There were times orders were taken on pencil and paper, but with you cooking beside Murakami, Isidore cleaning, and Suki dealing with the dishes and all other odd jobs, the vending machine was relied upon. And honestly, it was just fun to order from. The wooden hexagonal doubloons were made out of wood that had a pleasant smell, and had burnt images on the front, and braille in the back. You had your own system with them, and found it easier to deal with than little paper tickets with pale ink and tiny lettering.

You walked from the kitchen, over to where Yaki was completing her final chore of the night. You paused beside the booth nearest the vending machine, sliding onto the plush seat. You placed your elbows on the top cap of the booth, pushing your fists into your cheeks. You watched your friend in silence, trying to ignore your rapid heartbeat and that familiar twisting of your stomach. You were waiting for the inevitable— the questioning. The thought of it brought a newfound wave of anxiety, knocking you back in its attempt to drown you. You swallowed down the ball of congealed apprehension in your throat, forcing yourself to stay calm. You were sitting here and Yaki was doing her job. It was just any other night, and soon you three would be making your way to the nearest subway station in this part of Chinatown. Yup. Every other night. Except for the hissing stick figure and the mutant bleeding out in the prep kitchen. A regular night in New York.

"So," She began, standing from the vending machine as she strategically put the doubloons away without much thought. It was a mindless task for her, especially when she had more pressing matters to ponder over.

The wave of anxiety had settled in your stomach, gurgling and bubbling.

"We gonna talk about what happened?" She continued, jiggling a token of a shrimp surrounded by wontons, dancing in a bowl of noodles into its place.

You blinked. She was so... casual about it. Well. Two could play that game. "Talk about what?" You asked with a tilt of your head, blinking rapidly. You pulled your hands away from your face, crossing them on top of the booth seat.

Sukiyaki snorted, a hint of a smile tugging the corner of her lips. Just moments ago, she had seemingly been ready to smack a fourteen year old on the back of his head. The insult was uncalled for, but you had understood the sentiment. There was no way you would admit that though. "It's not everyday that someone finds an unconscious mutant behind their workplace, y'know." She said, crouching down in front of the dispenser of the vending machine. She swiftly stuck the length of her entire arm up its mouth.

You watched her muscular brown arm bang around the inside of the machine, wondering what on earth she was doing. You let out a small breathy laugh, wondering if you were amused by her antics or you were anxious. It was probably both. "Yeah, well, he wasn't unconscious when I first saw..." You paused, licking your lips. To say it made it real but hey, you had helped drag in the turtle. "Him."

Suki paused in her flailing, her hand gripping the side of the machine tightly. After a few moments, she spoke up. "Did you make him unconscious?" She spoke calmly, but there was an edge to her voice. A warning? Worry? Concern? You weren't so sure. You weren't sure about anything anymore.

You scoffed at her question, looking over to your left at the floor. "I like how you ask me that question, thinking it might be true. I mean," you raised up your hands, staring at the little magenta stain on your palm. "Look at me." You curled your fingers into your palms, smothering any memory of the turtle in the prep kitchen. There was no dried blood on your fingers, there was only a paint stain. That was it, that was all. For all you knew, the red was paint too. You really needed to wash your hands soon, you felt dirty.

Your friend chuckled, her grip easing up on the side of the vending machine. Those fingers could easily wrap around your neck and snap it. You were glad she was on your side. At least, you hoped she would be still after your story.

"Alright, alright." Suki conceded, still rummaging around in the insides of the poor machine she was violating. "What happened?"

You inhaled deeply, turning your head to stare at the floor beyond the booth. There were colorful crayon markings on the ground, the remains of a child hidden in between the booth and vending machine to create art. Your gaze followed the streaks of blue and red, as it weirdly settled the anxiety in your body. You knew you could tell your friend what had gone down in the alleyway... after a certain point. You needed time to really think about what had happened with that stick figure. After all, you still wondered if your hallucination theory held any merit.

You made your decision, and opened your mouth. Everything fell out. "I was throwing away the trash and when I was done I was walking back inside and I heard something fall behind me, I think, but before I could react it—" You paused, sucking in a breath. "Him, he, he grabbed me, my shoulder that is, and I screamed and swung around my broom, because I mean like, he scared me! And I went to hit him but he has really, really good, fast reflexes, and he grabbed it before I could whack him." You paused, holding whatever air was left in your lungs. "And then he passed out." No way were you going to reveal the awkward conversation you had had with him with Suki of all people. A therapist? Maybe so, but with your coworker, you didn't know if you could handle any more teasing after this night.

Sukiyaki had paused in her rummaging to stare at you with raised eyebrows, her mouth slightly ajar. "You attacked him with a broom?"

#teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt 2012 #tmnt2012 #leonardo hamato #tmnt leo 2012 #tmnt leo x reader #tmnt x reader #tmnt leonardo x reader #tmnt leonardo #tmnt fic #tmnt fanfiction #tmnt x y/n #tmnt x you #tmnt fandom #tmnt #leo x reader #tmnt 2012 leonardo x reader #reader insert #tmnt 2012 x reader #y/n #original plot #paintpaintpaintpaintpaint #original story

[imagine-silk]

Fallout 4 Companions including Strong react to sole who turned into a super mutant but didn't lose their intelligence and they wear a wig?

I’m different but the same

Thank you to @edith-hyde for giving a idea for an addition on Danse's reaction. You are loved.

[Strong] There is no difference in his eyes. Now you're like him, bigger and stronger, but that's all he see. You are the same as how he met you so he doesn't see you differently. Very underwhelming.

[MacCready] Everything in him is telling him to shoot you, even after he knows you're the same, because you're not. It would be a mercy kill if anything. But he can't do it. You kept traveling to save his son, and as you kept going you never wavered in your mission to find your son or help the common people. He'd follow you for as long as you'd have him.

[Piper] When you tell her to not freak out it's the first thing she does. Beats you with a stick until she's sure you're the same. But after everything goes back to being the same. She still makes jokes that are sometimes at your expense like always and offers her bubblegum.

[Danse Post-BB] He found out because you woke him up in the middle of the night asking for his help so he was a lot more forgiving in his sleep-addled state. To be honest he felt like the world was just turning upsidedown at this point. He took it on the chin because he felt like he would be the pot calling the kettle black. There is a part of him that nags at him, the thought that this might be his fault like with Cutler. But you are not Cutler, and you reassure him on that.

[Nick] Woefully unamused. Like, yeah, that might as well happen. The only real issue he has with is the extra length you need to do to get into anywhere and even then there are places like diamond city that would never be safe to enter, no matter if he vouched for you.

[Curie] Just asks what happened and moves on. Well, that's not true. She takes samples from you and Strong for science. She will also ask to be carried and do it every chance she has.

[X6-88] In the beginning he would just say you're a marvel to science and take you to the Institute for examination. But you're already his friend. Everyone who threatens you in anyway are told to stand down.

[Preston] You scared the shit out of him, but after that he accepts it. He's more concerned about protecting you and making sure you feel comfortable with yourself. He makes sure you have clothes that fit and that your wig is okay. If anyone has a problem they do have to stay.

[Dogmeat] You throw sticks farther and run faster. Perfect.

[Hancock] Things always get wild don't they? He finds it adjacently funny, and says you're both freaks that belong together. Weirdly he makes you feel so much better. He's always happy to see you and invites you to smoke with him. Nothing feels wrong when you're with him.

[Cait] The only reason you didn't die was because you were able to pull her gun, but you lifted her too and she was horrified. When you prove your humanity she warily accepts it. After a while of traveling she's back to her old self with you. If anyone has a problem she have a talk with them.

[Codworth] Well, he needs bigger tools. Bigger tub, bigger plates, maybe he could put a loveseat at the table, he'd have to get rid of the arms. You are still you so there's no way he would leave you. Now there's so much to do, like making clothes and upkeeping your wig.

[Deacon] He laughs but he was terrified. But you weren't really different. You went around doing your thing helping people. So he had a bit of fun with you being so big. Carry him. Scare raiders. He'll pretend he's seeking gunners help from a monster, that's your cue.

#fallout 4 #fallout 4 companions #ask and you shall receive

[katyspersonal]

Kin headcanons (Bloodborne)

- There are roughly three types of Kin - celestial, marine and cursed.

- Celestial Kin are associated with lumenweed that reaches to the stars for salvation, you know, the flowers, the effect of Milkweed, etc. And with blue starry aesthetic, naturally. Prime examples are Living Failures, Celestial Emissaries and Ebrietas herself. Flora too, before she became more beastly.

- Celestial =/= cosmic, all Kin are connected to the cosmos! Cosmos is generally a higher plane of existence, whereas ‘stars’ is more specific affiliation. Ebrietas is daughter of the stars, not cosmos, either. A bit slightly lost in translation of boss names ( x ).

- Marine Kin are, naturally, connected to the ‘bottomless sea’. Kos and OoK are prime examples. Marine kin is also what Research Hall patients were initially aiming for, before they turned to the stars instead, to avoid horrors of the sea as it is full of human dregs. Brainsucker is a marine Kin too - this is what happens with a patient that became addicted to brain fluid to the no-return point but didn’t die. This is also why they stopped letting unsuccessful patients return to their homes - they just turn into Brainsuckers in the wild!

- Cursed Kin are affiliated with arachnid theme and ‘evil’ yellow eyes, examples are Amygdalas, Children of Rom and Gardens of Eyes! Interestingly, internal name for Gardens of Eyes are ‘cthulhu spider’. Gardens of Eyes were Research Hall patients that pursued cursed route instead of celestial one to be saved from the Sea, and were taken back in Byrgenwerth to live some semblance of life and recovery, since Choir had no interest in them.

- There are hybrid Kin! Fluorescent Flower is a hybrid between celestial and cursed Kin - note arachnid legs and body elongated in similar fashion as Amygdalas, but it does have glowing plantlife on its body! Milkweed reflects what would a celestial+marine hybrid be like. Rom is the only example of all three affiliations meeting - celestial (her glowing plants), marine (tentacley tails) and cursed (spider legs and bloated skull full of eyes).

- There are mutants - people who merely have their bodies change to adapt to affiliating with Great Ones better, without becoming their ‘family’! Nightmare Apostles like Patches are affiliated with cursed Kin, everyone in Fishing Hamlet is affiliated with marine Kin. Willem and Slime Scholars mutated to affiliate with celestial Kin better; even though slime scholars are ‘liquid’, don’t forget that Ebrietas and augur slugs are creepy and wet as well! Marine is less necessarily wet and more as in, marine creatures. Jellyfish, fish, squids, all that.

- Gravekeeper Scorpion is essentially a failed Fluorescent Flower, someone too far gone into being a zombie (or whatever happens with Pthumerians that have been pushing for immortality too far) to ascend. It used to happen often, too, as celestial and cursed affiliations oppose each other, like angels and demons - marine affiliation is value neutral.

- Winter Lanterns and Brain of Mensis are the closest thing to marine+cursed hybrid seen, notice them being full of evil eyes and seeming quite like jellyfish (Lantern’s head and Brain having many tentacles underneath). They are unique cases though - rather than it being one person mutating, they consist of many dead people (head of Wintern Lantern made of messengers and Brain of Mensis made of people - everyone else in Mensis Ritual room).

- Whereas Augurs of Ebrietas exist as their own entity, parasites like those found within Kos and phantasms used for Call Beyond are, indeed, parasites. Sea parasites nudge the host to crave Insight and brain fluid even more, which did not help Research Hall patients at all. Call Beyond, similarly, causes hunger if not addiction for being in touch with the ‘stars’ - notice how its glowing tendrills are similar to what ‘advanced’ celestial emissaries protrude from their skulls:

- There is no cursed kind of parasitic phantasm from what we’ve seen in the game, however Vermin is the closest thing to such. It is born from human dregs, whereas Call Beyond is external cosmic parasite, and marine parasite is mix of a both human dregs and the divine.

- Needless to mention that Kos Parasite is not exclusive to her - variants found in dungeons are known as Uncanny and Lost parasites, without her name mentioned. It is entirely possible though that dungeons had experienced the flood of the great Sea long ago - dungeons are QUITE wet, and also, for example, this creature is found in both Fishing Hamlet and dungeons:

#bloodborne #bloodborne headcanons #bloodborne theory #use later #thats a longread lol #i am probably better off doing illustrated lore on this #but with my sort of ADHD i might forget all my ideas the next day so i am writing as read only for now

[melonpalooza]

Alright listen up you 🫵

This is now an appreciation ask for the Last Ronin Discord server because it is absolutely amazing and it has been bouncin’ around the think sludge.

When first reading tlrd, a concept that brings to life what a bunch of TMNT fans been wanting…a crossover and throws in a few hooks to keep you excitedly reading the chat fic.

Hook 1, the identity:

By setting up Ronin as mystery it hooks the reader to keep reading not so we find out the identity of the ronin because a lot people already know but for the other turtles to find out who this mysterious turtle is.

However once it’s revealed, (and it’s done absolutely excellently!) the reader is already staying for the shenanigans, the characters that feel written well enough that it feels like something the canon versions of those characters would do. (With exceptions where some bits feels like you put your own interests as well and those are also extremely enjoyable to read!)

The second hook, is one I didn’t suspect that I needed but wanted anyway. The other turtles finding out the biggest tragedy of Ronin’s life…his father, and why his brothers aren’t on the server.

The third hook is the new arrivals (fanfic crossovers and Mutant Mayhem Galore)!

At this point, we’ve seen the discord server through Ronin’s eyes but now we get to see through other newly arrivals eyes as well.

One more hook I thought about that might be one or might be not….the mystery behind the server as well.

We know Ronin’s Donnie made it.

But for what purpose? Was this a small beta and was going to create a bigger project with it? Or was a back up plan?

Did he know he was going to die and try to leave his brother something so he wouldn’t be lonely?

Is it ai? Is the server alive in the same way monster house is or is there something more?

Anyways so to go on a Rise Donnie-like tangent there. But I just wanted to say that I love the Last Ronin Discord Server series and it’s my favorite fanfics with how chaotic, intriguing and well written it is!

aah i'm getting pointed at!! alkjdasda

omg thank you so much??? the big text scared me for a bit but reading this made me so so so happy!!! you would not believe!!!! thank you thank you thank you!!! i love this i love this i love thisss!!!!

im the yellow blob you're the pink tiny blob (platonically ofc)

there's a lot of references to my other personal interests and i'm glad you enjoy reading them!! i restrained myself in making it all about my personal interests or else this fic is just gonna be 30 more chapters but me making reviews about video games and movies i've watched. things i almost wrote a chapter about:

tears of the kingdom

cocaine bear

RRR

Renfield (bc ben schwartz is in it and hearing rise!leo's voice shout "fuck you! fuck you! fuck all of you!" with his full chest was wild bc i was half paying attention to that scene and did a double take. also nicolas cage is dracula. asdljasd)

also i hinted on why the discord exists and why ronin's donnie made it in a previous collab ;0 i won't say which one bc that'd be too easy!!! let's just say...don has contingency plans. <: (a possible ((adjacent, not direct)) hint or two exists in the addendums as well)

#tlrda asks #but not really an ask just love #:) #:D #melon speaks

[effervescentdragon]

Sebchal and mutant AU because I’m predictable? :p

youre wonderful is what you are ❤️

- what the fuck are you doing what the hell did they do to you why you - Charles -  why you it should’t have been you fuck not you not you anyone but you - Charles, darling, what are you doing? -

The energy emanating from Charles was opressive, and tainted, and more immense than anything Sebastian has ever encountered. The pain Charles was bleeding out was affecting everyone in the vicinity and Sebastian saw them fall and falter, one by one, hit with the psychic waves. 

- Darling, what are you doing? -

Sebastian’s own being felt like he was going to explode and implode simultaneously; wave after wave hitting him, grief, pain, terrible longing and even more terrible anger, familiar, so so familiar. 

- Darling, please, look at me. -

Charles must have heard him since he lowered his head slowly. His eyes were shining with a thousand burning suns and his face was hollow, and Sebastian felt Charles’ resentment somewhere deep, because it was his own, only raw, and wild, and uncontrollable. 

- Seb - notyounotyounotyou - Seb, they told me I was a star. -

Sebastian swallowed.

- You are, my darling - brightest shiniest most beautiful - they were right. -

Charles inclined his head, and his eyes shone blindingly. His whole body was glowing, and Sebastian could see Pierre in the background, trying to fight against the invisible mental restraints Charles must have bound them all into. All bar Sebastian.

- They were. They said I was the brightest star they ever had. -

Charles’ voice in Seb’s head was a thousand voices, some of them recognizable. Seb could feel himself start to cry.

- You are, darling. The brightest, and the most beautiful. - 

Charles smiled, and Sebastian could feel his own heart break in two at the desolation in that smile and at the emptiness that was slowly taking over his eyes. Seb missed the green terribly when faced with the bright red. 

- Seb, they forgot. -

Charles laughed, out loud and in Sebastian’s mind, and he could feel the others flinch from that laughter. It sounded like too much. It sounded mad. 

- What did they forget, Charles? -

Charles raised his arms. Sebastian pulled all his power to the surface, preparing to shield everyone as much as possible, although he wasn’t sure he could do it properly. He would die trying, though. They both probably would. 

Sebastian saw a tear fall from Charles’ eyes; bright white, viscous, final.

- They forgot that stars burn. -

He let go.

#kinda three sentence fics #sebchal #my writing #effervescentdragonwrites #i think charles deserves to go a bit dark phoenix as you can see #f1 rpf

[annelidist]

How does one actually. Play. Qud.

I've tried three times, years ago. Made characters that seemed practical, simple. Walked around town and talked to people, got some trip advice. Left town and went to a nearby location, entered a fight with a wild dog or cat, and was promptly torn to shreds.

What am I missing? Is there a secret "suck" stat I maxed out?

the first few levels in qud are the most dangerous, at least until you hit the late game and things get really fucked up. if you can get a character to like, level 12 or so, they're probably gonna last a while. so here's how you avoid getting rent asunder before then

tactics

accept that you're going to get rent asunder. you'll die to inexperience, you'll die to bad luck, you'll lose a character and remember a couple hours later that you were carrying something that would've saved them the whole time. the only thing you can carry between runs is your experience and wiliness as a player, and the best way to build that up is to go out and learn the hard way. every death is a mistake you won't make again.

always be ready to run away. the sprint ability is your best friend, and anything that enables you to haul ass more effectively (such as teleportation or improvements to movement speed) is valuable. pick your battles with care.

rest whenever you're hurt. you can't run out of food, and you're unlikely to run out of water. time is on your side.

never let them surround you. if you come downstairs into the middle of a group of enemies, pull back to the previous strata and bait them up the stairs, one or two at a time. on top of the obvious danger of being surrounded, a lot of weak enemies are swarmers, meaning they get bonuses to hit the more of them are piling onto you at once.

keep sightlines in mind. if ranged enemies can't see you, they'll have no choice but to close in. this is easier inside or underground; outdoors, you can lurk behind trees in the right biomes, but your best bet is to bait foes across screen borders.

builds

don't overspecialise when picking your starting stats. you always want a decent spread, since even stats that your build isn't focused around will mess you up if they're really low (e.g. dumping intelligence and then barely having any skill points to work with, or dumping ego and everything costing more). only minmax if it would be funny.

when considering what skills you want to learn, value survivability over lethality. simple utility skills like wayfaring or cooking can save your life.

true kin start with better stats, better gear, and more skill points, making them resilient starting characters. mutants are more vulnerable in the early game, but can attain greater heights later on (which goes double for espers), so it's up to you which you prefer. either way, use the preset builds designed for survivability for your first few characters.

the early levels

always start in joppa when you're new. this isn't just for the quests; it's the most burgleable town in qud. just be sure not to open any chests without making sure that you're alone and the door's shut. if you get artefacts by doing this, you can complete argyve's initial quest without leaving town, which gets you a risk-free first level.

you can get another few easy levels outside of joppa - glowfish are near-harmless and award 25xp until you're level 5, which is a fair amount that early.

spend some time exploring the salt marshes in general. finding ruins or lairs grants xp rewards, and if you feel up to it you can build up your character by exploring the more notable ones. just be careful with lairs, some of those legendary creatures are bastards.

speaking of quests, don't go to red rock right away unless you're confident your character can handle a lot of close-quarters work. build up a few levels first, around 4-5, and then approach with care.

get the quest to visit the six day stilt as soon as you start the game. (if you leave it too long there's a chance argyve will get into a brawl with the mechanimist pilgrim, and argyve generally wins). you're usually good to make the journey across the salt flats once you've done red rock, but bring plenty of water, learn the wayfaring skill first, and run like hell if you see dawngliders. once at the stilt, you get a big hit of xp for completing the pilgrim's quest. on top of the variety of merchants here, you can gain even more xp by meditating on stories of resheph with the priest on your left (gained by looking at shrines; there's one in joppa) or donating books to the library in the screen to the north. these two sources of xp scale with level, so they remain useful throughout the game.

#caves of qud #bones.txt #asks

[intertexts]

EPISODE 6 TRIVIA aka YAYY FANTASY BULLSHIT WORLD:

- PRIME DEFENDERS DND CHARACTER SHEETS COMING SOON BABYYYY

- this was all the way leading up to a split the party scenario where vyncent would have gone with minerva on his own BUT that changed all because she said ONE LINE that sounded sus that made charlie immediately like "nope no we cant let him go by himself"

- EVERYBODY LOVES WORMY !!!! "i hope wormy like snuck onto one of our pant legs or something. i want wormy with us always"

- wormy the worm is like this campaign's goobleck (<< context: goobleck was a temporary player character in riptide when gillion went missing and when goobleck stopped . being needed . i guess. he split into like a million pieces and has tiny versions of himself across the entire multiverse goobleck is canon in every campaign. in riptide he lives in the floorboards of the ship and occasionally says things. i only explain this bc im pretty sure they make a goobleck joke in pd at one point but i cant remember when)

- at the end of the episode grizzly said "it was really hard not to say 'vyncent you better come back soon before william falls in love with me'"

- some cool powers the toy guy had that bizly didnt get to show off: a barrel of monkeys that would hinder, immobilize or paralyze; wind up robot toy with a DC 20 WILL CHECK because it makes this loud screeching sound; and a couple more that he didnt say because theyre cool and he might use them later :]

- bizly likes to sit on his roof when he writes. this is SO REAL of him. also when he writes the beginning of an episode he actually draws out a little comic book format and writes in the panels whats happening in each of them. i think thats such a cool process

- they rolled for stats but ended up scrapping those numbers because charlie rolled SO BAD (unsurprising) and it made bizly nervous bc "if you die in the dnd world. you die. none of the bs mutants and masterminds death rules we are playing dnd full tilt william wisp WILL BE DEAD FOR REAL"

you know what i'm SO glad charlie was like "nope no we cant let him go by himself" because LITERALLY as soon as she said that line i also was like oh FUCK no they can NOT let him go alone with this strange lady through the hell portal. so glad they didn't split the party man.

I LOVE WORMY.. he is my favorite too.. also delighted by this goobleck lore?? also dakota third wheelisms 2 their bullshit will never not be funny 2 me. god. he's so real its so delightful.

+ thats so fun......... thats such a cool process i like it sm!! he's so good at specifically like, the visuals & framing of every scene it's always so evocative so kind of storyboarding it like that makes a lot of sense 2 me... i LOVE hearing gm thought processes so this is awesome yayyyy :]

ALSO SHAKING U. YEAH THIS WAS WILD TO READ FIFTEEN MINUTES BEFORE WILLIAM WISP JUMPS OFF A CLIFF HOLDING ONTO SOME GUY AND ALMOST FUCKING DIES. head in hands. great timing!!!

#yayayayy... good episode. WILD shit happening im so excited for classes 2 endddd & me 2 finish all this end of year bullshit so i can #spend more time talkin bout it... hghghghghhh #pd lb #mac tag! #TY FOR THE ROLLED RECAP AS ALWAYS ILYYYY <3333

[azuremliam]

another question! :D

How do parasitic bugs fit in the bug world?

Are they considered threats?

@bringerofmilk A great question! :) They're treated as any other citizen in city Hives and towns! No one really bats an eye at them. In fact, one of Liam's moms, Gemma, is a parasitoid, specifically an Emerald Cockroach Wasp :)

However when they want to reproduce they have to go through proper courteous rules!

Which in Bug World would be authorized hunts! (Which is gonna get a comic eventually where Scarab gets the okay from Liam to maim someone)

They're normal pretty much every day (or in some cases just designated to certain months- varies) thing that everyone knows about. Each town, Hive, and even the elemental Kingdoms have guilds that manage mostly parasitoid's needs but also insects who just have a super strong urge to hunt and eat others.

Even more loredumping underneath the readmore! :)

For Parasitoid insects, they put up a request for their specific needs and designated host insects. There's even groups of insects of their host species that volunteer to basically donate themselves to them (kind of like donating your organs to science or medical reasons but more extreme)!

It's common for older insectoid people to register as a "hunted" for hunts- or larvae that smells like they're going to die soon.

But for the more combative parasitoid hunters and hunted, they have basically an unspoken honorable code between each other.

Both winner or loser will be respected, for those who lose and get parasitized their body will nourish the young and their husk of their exoskeleton passed down to either their family or if they have none, become a cherished heirloom to the parasitoid family.

When the parasitoid dies in battle, they of course, get eaten. Either by the victor- or the entire Hive/town. Their exoskeleton goes back to their family, or likewise, if they have none it gets honored in designated rooms in the guilds. Or sent to places to make into donation armor for other mutants and the rare passing by humans.

Things are shared a lot within Bug World, even Liam and their bros have chowed down on some fallen parasitoids that got recently defeated.

Finn's carapace armor he gets later on was also from donated armor from a parasitoid wasp.

A lot of the time, its very respectable to announce a hunt to those you're going to hunt in Bug World. Even if they're an already registered "hunted"- its just a courtesy introduction and declaration of intent.

Said "hunted" can even back out if they want to- but it usually seen as rude. Wasted time for both the hunter and guild setting up the designated meetings. They respect it, but its generally frowned upon and those who do that are pretty much not allowed to volunteer or be a hunter if they wanted to.

There's even mandatory hunts, with insect folk have to many clutches that can either lure Beasts in the area or just cause a big hit to food storage.

However! There's a limit to how many can be allowed to parasitized, and to be respectful to both sides, bug people still have to register to be apart of these mandatory hunts.

Those who over hunt (be it parasitizing like wild or just hunting and eating others without needing too or with a proper hunt issued from both parties- its very frowned upon amongst everyone) are immediately put on a, basically, wanted list and its always to hunt and devour.

Liam also has had to deal with unauthorized hunts directed at them- from numerous insects curious about eating a human. Its why Grandpa Mr. Horrid and Vera trained them so much.

#bug world au #adventure time oc #fionna and cake oc #liam