#Turtle Rock Cave

[deiaiko]

You know that fanmade Cave game? Yeah, it makes me so unwell 😩🤲🥹❤️‍🩹

I can't read/write Japanese and I don't have twitter, but still I want to thank the creators for making and sharing it 🙏 Please accept my offering

[cupids-stimboards]

day 10; turtlewatcher (moonwatcher x prince turtle)

🐢 🥇 ✨ / x ⛰ x / 🌊 💎 📗

[jadeshifting]

— WAITING ROOM IDEAS.

TABLE OF CONTENTS

the underwater grotto

the skybound library

the retro bowling alley

— THE UNDERWATER GROTTO: A WAITING ROOM OF SUBMERGED SERENITY

when you first arrive, it’s not with a splash but a weightless drift. the world around you is suspended in a quiet, shimmering blue, as if you’ve stepped into the embrace of the ocean itself—but don’t worry, you can breathe easily here. the water is more like liquid light than anything else, wrapping around you in a way that’s both warm and cool at once. it carries the scent of salt and the whisper of something ancient, like the world has been waiting just for you

THE GROTTO’S HEART. at the center of this space is the grotto itself, an expansive underwater cave sculpted by time and tide. the walls glisten with iridescent corals and bioluminescent algae, casting a soft, shifting glow that dances over every surface. stalactites drip with glowing pearls, and when you run your fingers over the walls, they hum softly, as if the grotto is alive

a large, smooth rock—almost like a natural daybed—rests in the heart of the cave, cushioned with lush, silky sea moss that adjusts perfectly to your shape when you sink into it. little fish, impossibly small and glowing like stars, swirl lazily around you, as if they, too, are waiting for something. the water moves with you but never against you, carrying you into the perfect state of weightless relaxation

SMALL, IMMERSIVE DETAILS

THE WATER’S EMBRACE. it’s not cold or suffocating—it’s soft, intentional. it moves around you like an extension of your own energy, never heavy, never overwhelming. you can float in it endlessly without ever needing to surface

SOUNDSCAPE. no overwhelming noise, just the distant song of whales, the occasional soft crackle of coral shifting, and the rhythmic lull of water moving through unseen tunnels. if you focus, you can even hear the hum of the deep sea’s energy

BIOLUMINESCENT LIGHT. the glow isn’t harsh—it pulses gently, like the heartbeat of the ocean. whenever you move, the water glows around your fingertips, tracing your presence in soft, shimmering ripples

HIDDEN NOOKS & CRANNIES. if you explore, you’ll find small alcoves filled with treasures—polished sea glass, old ship trinkets, and even delicate shells that whisper to you when you hold them close

A PORTAL OF ENDLESS POSSIBILITY. when you decide to be in your DR, a large, glowing veil of water appears at the grotto’s entrance. it doesn’t ripple like normal water—it moves like silk, waiting for you to step through. the moment you do, you find yourself in your DR

CUSTOMIZATION & PERSONALIZATION

GUARDIAN/COMPANION CREATURE. maybe a massive, lazy sea turtle that watches over you with its intelligent eyes, or a pod of dolphins that whistle and chirp excitedly when you’re about to enter your DR

KEEPSAKE. a glowing pearl or a carved piece of driftwood that you hold onto tightly, feeling like it grounds you every moment you’re there and is always waiting when you get back

DRINKS & TREATS. a goblet of glowing, sweet nectar that leaves a lingering warmth in your chest, a pearl-encrusted platter of sushi or sashimi, a crystal bowl of shrimp cocktail

A MIRROR POOL. a shallow, moonlit basin where you can gaze at yourself—not just at your physical self, but at your deeper energy and all the possibilities you can embody

ENTERING YOUR DR

when you feel ready, you don’t have to do anything drastic. when you think about your destination, the water will shift around you, pulling you gently toward the glowing veil. the grotto sighs—a promise that it will always be here when you need to return. as dappled light dances around you, moving towards the rippling curtain of light, you pass through it in only a few moments

on the other side, you realize you’re there

this waiting room is pure immersion, a space where time doesn’t rush you, where the water itself cradles you in preparation for your journey. it’s designed to be peaceful, fluid, and weightless—a soft transition between realities that feels like an extension of your own energy

— THE SKYBOUND LIBRARY: A WAITING ROOM OF INFINITE STORIES

you arrive with a gentle weightlessness, as if you’ve stepped off solid ground and into the open embrace of the sky. there’s no harsh wind, no fear of falling—just an endless expanse of soft, golden clouds stretching infinitely beneath you. the air is crisp and cool, tinged with the scent of old parchment, ink, and something subtly sweet, like vanilla and aged wood. above, an eternal twilight sky swirls with soft hues of violet, pink, and deep indigo, with stars peeking through like distant fireflies. before you, the library reveals itself

THE LIBRARY’S HEART. towering bookshelves stretch impossibly high, spiraling into the sky, growing like trees. made of dark mahogany and golden filigree, their surfaces are inscribed with delicate constellations that shift and realign every time you blink. some bookshelves float freely, drifting through the air like islands, while others form grand hallways and sweeping balconies

the books themselves glow faintly, some pulsing like they contain a heartbeat, others humming softly when you pass by. each one is a portal, a fragment of a different world, holding stories that have been told and those yet to be written.

SMALL, IMMERSIVE DETAILS

THE AIR ITSELF FEELS ALIVE. when you breathe, it fills your chest with a gentle hum of energy, a subtle reminder that this is a place of boundless possibility and knowledge

FLOATING STEPS & BRIDGES. there are no rigid pathways here—if you wish to go somewhere, the air itself solidifies beneath your feet, forming shimmering glass-like steps that guide you. some lead to secluded reading nooks, others to grand observatories where you can watch shooting stars carve their way across the heavens

A DESK THAT KNOWS YOU. near the center of the library, a massive circular desk carved from celestial marble awaits you. whenever you approach, it shifts and rearranges itself, offering exactly what you need—perhaps a blank notebook for scripting, a cup of warm jasmine tea or rich cinnamon-spiced cocoa, or a book containing the wisdom you’ve been seeking ( even if you didn’t realize you were )

SOFTLY GLOWING LANTERNS. suspended in midair, floating paper lanterns illuminate the space, each one carrying a whispered dream or memory from your desired reality. If you listen closely, you might hear echoes of stories that you haven’t been told yet, or lives you didn’t know you were going to live

A LIBRARY CAT… OR SOMETHING ELSE? a small, mischievous creature—perhaps a sleek black cat with glowing eyes, or it might be a tiny dragon made of ink and stardust—wanders the library, curling up beside you whenever you need reassurance. it doesn’t speak, but somehow, you always understand each other

CUSTOMIZATION & PERSONALIZATION

YOUR PERSONAL BOOKS. with your name embossed on the covers, volumes that contain all of your scripts, records of your journey and all of your experiences, so you can look both backwards and forwards

A TELESCOPE. in the highest tower of the library, an ornate golden telescope allows you to see glimpses of your desired reality, as if you are peeking through a tear in the universe. you can feel closer to your special people and look forward to your experiences, while also dispelling any nerves you may have by seeing it from afar ( like dipping your toes in )

A HIDDEN READING NOOK. a space just for you—perhaps a velvet window seat with endless cushions, a hammock woven from clouds, or a grand armchair that shifts to fit your comfort. think of it like your sanctuary within the sanctuary

ENTERING YOUR DR

when you decide it’s time, the library knows. you hold a single book, different every time, in your hands. its cover glows with a faint golden light, and the moment you open it, the words begin to swirl, lifting off the page and wrapping around you like a warm breeze. the ink stretches outward, forming a shimmering doorway in the air—a portal made entirely of words and possibility

you step through, and just like that, you’re there

this waiting room is designed to be infinite yet intimate, a sanctuary in the sky where knowledge, magic, and dreams intertwine. it’s a place that doesn’t just prepare you for your journey—it celebrates it, reminding you that every shift is just a new chapter, and you are the author

— THE RETRO BOWL: A WAITING ROOM WITH OLD-SCHOOL CHARM

the air is warm and faintly scented with buttered popcorn, leather seats, and the sharp tang of a well-waxed bowling lane. overhead, glowing neon signs hum softly, casting a dreamy pink-and-blue glow over the space. a jukebox in the corner spins vinyl records with a warm crackle, crooning out old-school rock, jazzy swing, or whatever tunes suit how you’re feeling. the floor beneath you is that classic checkerboard tile—smooth, cool, and impossibly clean despite decades of history. you can hear the rolling thunder of a strike and the distant ring of an old cash register, as if the place is alive, but waiting just for you

THE ALLEY’S HEART. stretching ahead, the lanes are pristine, their wooden surface glowing under rows of dimmed, flickering lightbulbs. each lane seems to go on forever, disappearing into a hazy golden glow at the far end, like they might just lead somewhere else entirely

the best part? there’s no pressure to play unless you want to. you can roll a ball and watch as it slides effortlessly into a perfect strike, or you can just sink into a booth and soak in the atmosphere. here, everything works in your favor

SMALL, IMMERSIVE DETAILS

YOUR LOCKER. off to the side, a row of old-school metal lockers stands waiting. one of them has your name on it, and when you open it, you’ll find whatever you need—maybe a comfy bomber jacket, a pair of custom bowling shoes, or even just a little note written in looping, vintage cursive that simply says, “see you soon.”

MAGIC SCOREBOARD. even if you’re not playing, the massive retro scoreboard above the lanes flickers with little messages just for you—reminders, affirmations, or even details about the DR you’re planning on going to

A SHIMMERING BALL RETURN. the bowling balls themselves are something special—one is deep violet with tiny constellations twinkling in its surface, another has a swirling ocean trapped inside. when you roll them down the lane, you catch glimpses of different realities reflected inside before they return, waiting for another turn

SNACKS & DRINKS. a cozy 1950s-style diner counter sits to the side, where a friendly ( weirdly familiar and slightly mysterious ) attendant hands out thick milkshakes, warm pretzels, and soda in shiny glass bottles. everything is exactly how you feel like you remember it—whether that’s a real memory or something straight out of a dream

A SECRET DOOR BEHIND THE JUKEBOX. if you run your fingers along the edge of the jukebox and press the right button, the wall beside it shifts. a door, lined with glowing pinstripes, slides open to reveal a hidden lounge—maybe a plush speakeasy-style room with velvet chairs and low jazz, or maybe something even stranger… a back alley leading straight into your desired reality. whatever you’d like, it’s your secret space

CUSTOMIZATION & PERSONALIZATION

YOUR BOWLING NAME. up on the old-school leaderboard, your name is displayed in flickering neon letters. maybe it’s your CR name, maybe it’s a nickname or your name in your DR, or maybe it’s a totally out-of-left-field alias that you only use in this in-between place

YOUR LUCKY BOWLING SHIRT. hanging near your locker, there’s a retro bowling shirt waiting for you. it’s embroidered with something meaningful—maybe the name of your hometown city in your DR, a lucky number, or the initials of your DR name or your s/o’s name

ABSTRACT BOWLING PARTNER. you’re not alone here. whether it’s a comforting but shadowy figure you never quite see or a laughing companion who seems to be made of light and always lands a perfect strike, there’s someone keeping you company. they might even prompt you excitedly, “you ready to go?” just before you enter your DR

ENTERING YOUR DR

when you decide it’s time, the lanes darken slightly, leaving only one lit up in a neon glow. the air hums, the jukebox plays something that feels just right, and a single bowling ball appears at your feet—this one shimmering with a portal-like swirl. your roll it, smooth and easy, and as it glides down the lane, the pins at the end don’t just fall—they dissolve into light. the entire space stretches, the ceiling fades into a cosmic expanse, and suddenly—

you’re there

this waiting room is designed to feel like a warm, nostalgic pocket of time—somewhere that’s both familiar and surreal. it’s a place where the past lingers in the best way, where every sound and detail is tuned for your comfort, and where shifting feels as smooth as rolling a perfect strike

PNG CREDS: @florietas @snailspng @bydollita @ioveartfilm @s4dpngs @treasuregamble

[fatherwound]

𝐈 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏 - 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟮: summer of '03 / autumn of '06 / spring of '09

masterpost • ao3

summary — growing up, your father and you were never close. not that he was ever cruel, or neglectful. he was just - closed off. never one for affection, treating you more like a son than a daughter. and it was fine. it's just not who he was, not who you were to one another. but you always had joel. the two of you had a bond you never had with your dad. he listened to you, comforted you. it's no wonder over the years, as you grew so did your feelings for him. from a simple childhood crush to something more.

word count: 3.5k

note — this is not your usual dbf!joel fic. these memories make up the second half of chapter one. these chapters are inspired by my own experiences of having feelings like this as a kid and a teen. these chapters are innocent. they're not to romanticize they're relationship at these ages, (she's a child) simply to depict the reality of being a girl with father issues who has feelings like this.

author's note — please enjoy and like if you read! this is my first ever fanfic so any support is appreciated. x

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 '𝟎𝟑

The first time you can remember was the summer before your 13th birthday. You, Dad, Joel, and Sarah had gone to Canyon Lake like you did every summer. You loved going to the lake, camping out for a few days, just enjoying the warm air, exploring and enjoying the last few moments of childhood. 

Your Dad always told you to stay away from the creeks, ever worried about what may lurk beneath. 

But you were always the fearless one of the two of you.

That day, you’d gone down to the creek with Sarah. She would’ve been at about six at the time, begging to go on an adventure. You caved of course; you could never deny her anything. 

Shoes off in the surprisingly cool water, sitting on the shore while Sarah looked for rocks. 

The sun was hot that day, and while your Dad always warned you to avoid the still, darker parts of the water, you couldn’t resist the temptation. 

You waded into the creek, sinking further in than you normally went. Your gangly limbs not covered so easily by the shallow water anymore. 

It felt good against your sunburnt skin until suddenly you felt an excruciating pain on the side of your leg. White hot heat stung its way through your calf, and you cried out.

As you ran out of the water, Sarah ran up to you, eyes full of fear as she looked down at the crimson stream of blood running down your leg. 

She wanted to go get your dad, but you knew he would be angry with you, and you begged her not to. 

Instead, she ran and got Joel. 

As his broad frame broke through the trees, you sat down and looked away to hide the tears stinging your eyes.

Sitting on the shore, hand cupped to your leg, you didn’t want him to see your face. 

You remember feeling embarrassed. Joel always made comments about how you’d grown up lately, and you didn’t want to prove him wrong.

“Hey kiddo, let me ‘ave a look at that”, he said as he sat down next to you with the old first aid kit from his truck. 

Sarah came over, trying to catch a peak at the damage but Joel quietly shooed her away. 

He could always read you. Knew you wanted to keep up the front of the fearless big kid Sarah looked up to.  

After she had scampered back towards the site, Joel turned his dark eyes on you. 

You turned to face him, eyes cast down, extending your leg out for him to inspect. 

Brow furrowed; he clicked his tongue as he looked at the snapping turtle bite on your leg. 

He gingerly grabbed your foot and placed it on his thigh to get a better look. His skin was still cool and slick from the lake.

“Hell kid, he sure got a hell of’ve a bite outta you”, he chuckled softly. He looked up and saw your downcast eyes, and his smile fell slightly. 

Softening his voice, he rubbed your knee with his knuckle, “Hey, I’ll get this patched up and your dad ‘ll be none the wiser. We’ll just say you fell, ‘lright?” 

Finally meeting his eyes, you nodded your head softly, sniffling a quiet response back. His eyes warmed, smiling softly at you, “Atta girl”. 

The sun gleamed off his still damp hair, the dark brown almost swallowing the light. The tanned skin of his forearm resting across your shin was cool, you could feel it sinking into the places his fingers touched as he tended to the wound. 

He got to work wiping the bite. You hissed through your teeth as he poured some water on it, and he stroked the underside of your calf lightly, “I know, baby, I know.” 

You watched him work quietly, his big hands working so tenderly, conscious to not add to your hurt.

Once he’d cleaned up most of the blood, he gently put a gauze on it, and wrapped some bandage around your leg. 

“There, good as new eh”, he looked up at you, showing one of his rare smiles, and you felt a small flutter in your stomach.

“Thanks Joel,” you finally said, “I’m sorry for going out here, but Sarah was askin’ and, I was watchin’ her, I swear, and—“

“Hey, hey, look it’s ‘lright. Your Dad and I used to come out here all the time growing up, and we were half as brave and twice as stupid.”

You smile at that and gently wipe your eyes.

“Common, your dads just about finished with lunch. Let’s get some food in ya”.

He let go of your leg, gently placing it down on the ground in front of him as he rose. You distinctly remember a tingle where his hands had been.

Joel stood, picking up the kit, and turned to head back to camp. 

He stopped at the top of the shore, waiting as you slid your shoes back on. 

Tying your laces, you were still thinking about his hands. You didn’t really know why at the time.

As the two of you walked back to camp, the pain in your leg had dulled. 

Instead, all you could think of was one day, when you fell in love and got married, you really hoped he would be like Joel. 

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐧 𝐨𝐟 ‘𝟎𝟔

The next time you can remember was when you were 15, and you’d just experienced your first heartbreak. 

You were dating your first boyfriend, Hunter. Looking back now, you’re not even really sure if you would consider it dating. He’d asked you out earlier that year, and he was cute enough, so you said yes. 

He’d slowly grown on you as you spent time together. With his shaggy blonde hair, freckled nose, chipped tooth smile, and boyish charm. 

He was a year older than you, and honestly had just been amazed he even noticed you. 

You’d never really been one to draw the attention of boys. 

You thought you were pretty enough, but you’d always been a bit too boyish for them to overlook some of the other girls in your class. 

But Hunter had seen you, and made you feel special. Pretty, even at times. 

It was harmless enough. You’d hang out together, go swimming at the quarry, watch movies, and sometimes kiss in his car. All the typical things teenagers do. 

So, on the first cool autumn night, when your school was having the big football game against your rivals, you figured you two would go together. 

But when you’d asked him about it earlier that day, he’d said he couldn’t. Something about having to watch his little brother. You hadn’t thought much of it. 

Without Hunter, you hadn’t planned to go, but Leah and Kelsey invited you, hoping to see if they could check out some boys from the other school. 

You didn’t have any other plans, and it was a Friday night, so you told your dad you’d be back late and shot out the door before you even heard his response. 

The game itself was pretty boring. You’d never really understood the hype around football, and your friends were so busy giggling over guys you were honestly debating on whether to ditch. 

You had told them you’d be right back, and walking down the bleachers, you turned towards the food stand. 

But before you got too far, you thought you heard something coming from behind you. 

You remember turning and seeing an all too familiar head of floppy blonde hair beneath the bleachers. 

And there he was, your first boyfriend, with his tongue down some random girls throat. You were struck dead in your tracks, staring open mouthed at them. 

You remember feeling like all the breath had left your body, and your feet were made of lead. 

You couldn’t have looked away if you wanted to. 

The girl, whoever she was, must have felt someone staring at them, because she broke the kiss just to look at you and say something you can’t remember hearing. 

All you do remember was Hunter seeing you, and his face almost seemed to have genuine remorse. 

All at once, every fiber of your body was vibrating with energy, and before he could even open his mouth, you were sprinting away. 

You don’t remember how long you ran, only that you knew you had to get as far away from Hunter and that stupid girl and all those people as fast as you could.

You only started to become aware of the fact that you were running alone at night down the highway until it was too late to turn back, and your feet were starting to go numb. 

By that point, you didn’t much care what happened, you lived in a small town outside of the main city, and it had always been safe enough. 

Your legs ached and your chest heaved, which you told yourself had everything to do with the running and nothing to do with the tears drying on your cheeks. 

You were so caught up in your own head, that you didn’t even notice when a familiar truck pulled up beside you. It took Joel yelling your name louder than you’d ever heard him be, for you to finally turn and look. 

He pulled off to the side of the road ahead of you, and as you pathetically walked up to the passenger side door, you did your best to wipe you face and get yourself together. 

He leaned across, opening the door for you, and as you crawled in, you noticed he wasn’t making any move to continue driving. 

“What the hell are you doin’ out here!? Seriously, if your dad knew you were walking alone down the damn highway he’d kill you,” he said, voice rough with worry. 

You kept your gaze down, staring at your knees. You couldn’t make yourself look at him. 

You knew he was right. You were an idiot for just running like that, it was reckless and childish, and you’re embarrassed that you didn’t think beyond that. 

He let out a heavy sigh as he rubbed his eyes, “Is everything ‘lright kiddo? ‘M not mad, you just worried me is all. What’s going on?”

You finally turned to look at him, and the moment your eyes locked onto his gaze, full of genuine concern and care, you couldn’t hold yourself together. 

You flung yourself across the bench seat, wrapping your arms around his shoulder, and sobbing into his chest.

Joel was so taken back, it took him a moment before he wrapped his arms around you. 

He squeezed you tight, rubbing soothing circles into your back with one hand, while the other gently cupped your head. 

Through your choked sobs, you could hear him soothing you, “Woah, hey, hey, it’s ‘lright babygirl. It’s okay”. Shushing you, and resting his head on yours. 

Finally, after god knows how long, when you’d finally resorted to pathetic sniffles, you extricated yourself from his hold. 

But still you stayed right next to him, his arm still around your back. 

“Do you wanna tell me what happened?” he prodded gently, looking into your tear stained eyes. 

You never were the best at talking about your feelings, but something about Joel has always gotten under your skin. He always walks right up to your walls and climbs them like they’re nothing. 

You remember recounting the whole evening to him, barely stopping to take a breath. You found once you started, you couldn’t stop until it was all laid out in front of him. 

When you finally stopped talking, the silence in the car was so loud, you almost began to feel embarrassed. 

But before you were able to retreat back into yourself, Joel grabbed your hand from your lap, and held it firm in his rough grasp. 

You remember looking at them, your hands together. His so large it covered yours entirely. 

You looked up into his eyes, and his gaze was serious. Locked on yours, he took his other hand and gently wiped a stray tear from your cheek. 

“From what I can tell that boy was an idiot. You’re a beautiful, smart young girl, and any guy who is too stupid to see that? Well he ain’t worth your tear’s darlin’”. 

You’d never heard Joel talk so seriously with you; it made your eyes burn again. 

Joel noticed, and shook his head, “Ah ah, no more of that tonight, you hear me? He ain’t worth it, and you always remember that, yeah?”

You nodded your head, and Joel squeezed your hand one last time before placing it back into your lap. 

“Now come on, let’s get you home.” He’d put the truck back in drive and turned out onto the highway. 

The ride home was quiet, except for the radio just loud enough that you could barely make out the song. 

But you weren’t listening. 

You were sitting with your head resting on Joel’s shoulder, and you remember thinking to yourself that you wish you could talk to your dad like this. 

But he was like you; walls built tightly around his heart. 

For all his rough exterior, Joel was always able to be there for you in a way your dad just couldn’t. And that was okay, you’d grown used to it now. 

When you finally turned down the familiar gravel drive, you woke up, not even realizing that you had dozed off. 

Joel gently nudged your shoulder, “Hey kiddo, we’re here”.

You stretched a bit, before sliding out the passenger side. 

Before heading inside, you turned and looked at Joel one more time, “Thanks. For the ride, and … for listening.”

“No need to thank me darlin’, just remember what I said. And maybe don’t run down the road at night,” he said with a small smile. You smiled in return and shut the door. 

You remember your dad was asleep on the couch, so you snuck by him to your bedroom. You got ready for bed, and when you nestled under your covers, you realized Hunter hadn’t entered your mind once since you left Joel’s truck. 

Running through your mind was one thought, and one thought only: 

Joel Miller called you beautiful. 

You remember falling asleep with a smile on your face.

𝐒𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 '𝟎𝟗

The last time you can truly remember, comes to your mind more often than you’d like to admit. 

It was the night after graduation. Word got out of a big party being held at the house of some person you didn’t know.

Well, house wasn’t exactly the best word for it, more like a ranch with one of those massive farmhouses straight out of a movie. 

Anyway, the party was held out by whoevers lake, and there was a huge bonfire, with music, and dancing, and lots and lots of drinking. 

It was downright picturesque, the best way you could think to close out your high school years. 

You’d be leaving for Boston soon, you’d gotten your acceptance letter from BU earlier that year. 

While you were excited to start down this new path, you had to admit that night had you preemptively nostalgic for home. 

As much as you were always looking towards the future, you loved growing up in Texas, and you knew you were going to look back on memories like this with fondness. 

The party lasted well into the night, and though your memories of it are a bit hazy after one too many beers, and far too much whiskey, you remember what happened when you got home all too well. 

It was getting late, and though your dad was relatively lenient when it came to your curfew, especially now that you’d turned 18, you still didn’t want to stay out too late. 

Albeit more so because the party was starting to get a bit less about celebrating and a bit more about hooking up, and well, that just wasn’t your scene. 

You caught a ride with Leah, knowing she had to be home by midnight, her parents not being as laid back as your dad. 

She hadn’t been drinking, quite as much as you, so at the time it seemed like an okay idea. 

The drive back to your house felt longer than you knew it to be, but you didn’t mind. You hung your head out Leah’s Jeep window, the two of you belting songs at the top of your lungs. 

For a moment you just allowed yourself to be young and free. Not fretting about what tomorrow might bring. 

When she pulled down your long gravel driveway, you told her to let you hop out, hoping to sneak in without your dad seeing you. 

As much as your dad was a fairly hands off parent, one thing he feels strongly about is alcohol. 

Something about a friend back in high school who got in an accident. You can’t really remember now, but you knew he wouldn’t be happy to find you in such a state. 

You remember waving bye to Leah, and making your way up to the house. You almost went through the front door, but thinking better of it, decided to try and sneak in the back through the kitchen. 

Your dad, if he was still up, was probably in the living room, and your best bet of passing by unnoticed would be that way. 

However, you were definitely a bit too drunk to see the familiar black truck parked under the tree out front, so when you gently slipped through the kitchen door, and turned around to see none other than Joel Miller standing at the counter cracking open a beer, you had to hold in the yelp that jumped to your throat. 

The two of you held eye contact for a weighted moment. 

Joel took in your appearance, the hazy eyes, flushed cheeks, and slight wobble to your stance and that obnoxiously handsome face cracked into a knowing grin. 

“So…” he said in a slightly hushed voice, “You ‘ave a good time at that uhhh party?” 

The smug look on his face, in your inebriated state, rubbed you the wrong way. 

You straightened yourself up just a tad, doing your best impression of a sober person, “Why yes, I did actually. And now, I think I would like to go up to bed”, right then you had to hold back the most poorly timed hiccup that crawled its way up your throat at the exact moment you stop talking.

Joel chuckled to himself, clearly amused at how very Not sober you were. 

He walked over to where you’d started leaning on the kitchen island for support. 

“You know, as great of an attempt at sobriety as that was, you know your dad ‘ll be madder than hell see’n you like this”. In spite of his words, his tone was anything but chastising. 

“Yeah, yeah, like y’all didn’t drink all the time when you ‘ere my age.” You looked up at him pointedly, and you could’ve sworn he was the one swaying, your eyes having a hard time focusing on him. 

“Fair enough, just try to get up there quietly without him seein’ ya, and he won’t hear anythin’ from me”, then he did a lock motion over his lips. 

God, he really shouldn’t have done that, because now you can’t help but stare at them, unashamedly. 

You don’t really think anything about it, until he waves gently in front of your face, “Hey, you might wanna get a move on, kiddo, I’ve already been in here a little too long now”. 

Before you could think better of it, the words just came pouring out of your mouth, “You know… you really are quite handsome Joel.. it’s actually kinda annoying, ‘as anyone ever told you that?”

You paused for a second, looking at his eyes, and you thought to yourself, yeah, he really is. And before you could stop it your stupid mouth was moving again, “With that annoyingly handsome nose, ‘nd those… big stupid brown eyes. ‘M gonna miss seein’ you all the time. and I just…” an over dramatic sigh fell from your lips, “Mmm, yeah, I should stop”. 

Thankfully, before you had the chance to say anything else painfully incriminating, Joel put his hands on your shoulders, gently guiding you towards the hallway, “Yep, and that’s your cue. What you need is some sleep, yeah kiddo?”

You stumbled along with him as he guided you gently towards your room, and when he finally let go, you turned around to catch one more glimpse of him before quietly creeping up the stairs. 

That night plays in your head often in the years since. 

In your weakest moments, you’ve poured over his face in that moment before you went upstairs. And you swear he had a blush on his cheeks, like maybe your words had more of an effect on him than he’d let on. 

But then again maybe you were just drunk. 

All you know is as embarrassing as that memory is at times, you also can’t find it in yourself to regret a word you said. 

Because you know it was the truth. And you doubt you’ll ever have another moment of such blaring honesty with Joel Miller ever again. 

Little did you know what would happen, almost ten years later when you wind up back in each others orbit.

[bump1nthen1ght]

A Very Monstrous Kinktober: Day 6 (Dub-Con)

Kink: Dubious Consent

Pairing: Merman x Fem!Reader

Other Kinks: Yandere, Creampie

Warnings: Mind Control (Siren's Song), Kidnapping, Aforementioned Dubious Consent

Word Count: 1011 Words

Kinktober Masterlist

Drake has been to many beautiful places in his life. He’s been amongst a pod of whales, new mothers and calves heading back to their home. He’s been up close with vast coral reefs, in between ancient sea turtles and giant pods of fish. He’s even swam through the crashing waves of a hurricane, enjoying the foam and turning water around him.

But right now, there's no place Drake would rather be than in between your legs.

Your thighs feel so plush against his lips, the skin almost like tissue paper against his sharp teeth. The urge to bite down is strong, to hear your gasps and taste the sweet blood that pulses underneath. But he doesn’t want your first time together to be a painful one, as much as he’d love to mark and claim all over your body. No, instead he just dives in and sucks at your cunt, delicious flavors exploding on his tongue. Just the scent makes his dick bulge against his sheath, aching from the lack of touch.

You moan so pretty when his tongue shoves deep inside you, prodding at your walls, his nose nuzzled into your clit. He pets at your hip, forcing himself to pull away from your pussy.

“How does that feel, love?”

“Feels…good.” You slur, voice heavy and delirious.

Drake looks up, wishing he could see your eyes at their normal color. Under the calming trance of his song, they’ve clouded over and lost all their shine. It’s a shame, but you had been putting up such a fight, resisting your body’s calling too much. Drake is sure with time you’ll accept his love, his partnership, and he can see those beautiful eyes while making love.

For now though, it's better you stay half-aware and submissive. Your pussy will stretch much easier, taking his larger merman-cock with more pleasure than pain. Its a mercy, really.

Speaking of, as delicious as your cunt is, Drake is impatient to be inside you. Grabbing onto the rock below, he pulls his heavy body and tail out of the water. His face now lines up with yours, allowing him to give gentle kisses to your cheek and neck. The song you're under doesn’t give you enough coordination to kiss back, but you still nuzzle into the affection anyway. So cute.

“I’m going to fuck you now, my darling. Is that okay?”

You nod, shoving your face into the crook of his heck, relishing in his soft skin.

“Yes…I want your cock.” Your voice is still slow, partially convinced of what you need. It's so adorable, Drake coos. It's a wonder he didn’t snatch you up sooner.

Drake arms tremble with excitement as he lines his cockhead up with your slit, your wet pussy feeling so good against it. Finally, finally he’s going to mate you, claim you, breed you. After longing and lusting for so long, Drake feels like he’s in Nirvana.

His moan echoes as he finally enters you, taking time to slowly fill you all the way to his base. His nails dig into the rock below, leaving white claw marks in their wake. When your walls clench around him, embracing the intrusion, his hips spasm and he fears he may come undone too soon. But Drake bites his lip, sucking in the blood he draws, and fights it. He’s waited so long. He must savor this.

Drakes uses one arm to throw your leg around his hip, using the leverage to begun thrusting his cock at a steady rhythm. He lets himself be wanton and loud with his moans, all alone in this secluded cave off the shore. Even your tiny whines and panting bounces off this wall, music to his ears.

“Goddesses, you feel divine.”

Drake keens, snapping his hips against yours. He can feel his tip hit the deepest spot inside you, chasing the way you tighten around him when he does. The slick sound of his scales against your ass reminds him of your tasty pussy juices, how he’ll get to drink them up every morning and every night now that he has you. His cock twitches inside you, dripping with his own pre cum. Maybe he’ll suck on your pussy after he climaxes, tasting the mix of your juices together, tasting the affirmation of your love. That makes his cock twitch even more.

Drake meets you in a passionate kiss, devouring all your little noises. His tongue forces its way inside, unbothered by your minimal effort in kissing him back.

Your nails dig into his back, leaving minimal damage. Drake relishes in the feeling.

“I’m close.” You whimper, eyes clenched shut.

“Yes, yes, cum on my cock.” Drake pants, eyes wild with passion. “I want to feel your love, I want to taste you.”

You whine as Drake pulls his shaft out to the tip, leaving you empty and on the edge for a tantalizing 3 seconds. He’s soaking in this view, your chest flushed with a blush, sweat beading down your neck. He wishes this could last forever

“Absolutely perfect.”

Before you can whine and beg for it, Drake shoves his cock deep inside you, finally chasing that high. Your legs wrap around the base of his tail and shake as your orgasm washes over you, milking his cock. His climax comes soon after, making sure to fill up your womb with his seed as he spends himself.

Even soft, the heat of your cunt feels perfect around him. But Drake knows he may crush you if he lays his whole body on top of yours, so he slips out and lays by your side. Cum drips out of your cunt, which Drake makes sure to finger back inside. Your eyes, still hazy, close shut as you rest against his side. Your breathing becomes steady, falling into a gentle sleep as your exhausted body comes off the high of his siren song. Drake strokes a hand alongside your cheek, so blessed to know that your visage will greet him every night from now on.

Yes, Absolutely Perfect

[weevile-mantis]

Hggggghhhhh.......... I'm going to redo Sunny and Starflights ones I think bc they just look weird

All the DoD ones are from arc 1,, all the JMA protagonists are from arc 2 but I will do arc 1 versions for Peril, Kinkajou and Qibli

WAIT NO I meant that Perils one is also from arc 1 I mislabelled her drawing 😞

Idk if I did well with portraying body types on dragons,, the DoD are meant to be like lean, sort of underweight, but not like their starving or anything they've just been living in a cave for their whole loves so their pretty underdeveloped,, Moon and Kinkajou are both meant to be a bit chubby and sort of muscly,, Winter actually has a THICK layer of feathers but he's pretty lean/skinny,, Peril is meant to be literally starving skinny like "genuinely how is she still alive starving" type of skinny [ME WHEN IM FED ROCKS AND POISON MY WHOLE LIFE!!!!!!!!] so she's basically just bones skin and scales

Also I will do drawing for turtle and qibli too I'm just tired to draw rn

[kiweegamez]

Hypnofury (May redesign. + Colour Alts)

MY DUMBASS REALISED I NEVER EVEN PUT THE LORE IN ARTFIGHT, SO YIPPEE. Also it was very similar to Toothless?

Ok so you may think the measurements are insane, look at Toothless for ref, this variant is slightly bigger than him.

So the Hypnofury, a variant in close relation to the Nightfury. Hypnofuries were said to reside with Flightmares when this was less than likely as this one had been seen fighting with Flightmare on sight. Hypnofuries are critically endangered there’s probably like 20 left. Yet they are no where near each other, being scattered everywhere.

They seem to reside in darker forest or cave areas, easily attracted by glowing algae. This one is a female. If seen next to a male, the difference is that the males are wider and smoother having less prominent fins. This species is extremely female dominant so it would be a miracle to have a male left.

Originally they had much smaller wings and were all together a lot smaller, therefore they were good for hunting sports. (As they used to be terrible terror size). But over time they became much larger like the current photo. Now the reason this is actually named a Hypnofury is because of the patterns, as they do consume glowing algae like a Flightmare (so competitive for food) they can make their patterns flash or glow for a bit. As rare as it is, the patterns confuse other dragons in low darkness due to how some (especially on the weird things on the head) can look like a dragon face, well, roughly resemble. And by moving around enough with the pulsing patterns they can temporarily charm other dragons (hypnotise them) while if two or more Hypnofuries are near they move around in a group, therefore the display is more effective and mesmerising. DIET: The diet of the Hypnofuries is rather odd, as it seems to selectively eat eels, glowing algae, fish, turtles, apples, and honeycomb. Hypnofuries just like their close relatives the Nightfury are agile terrors to Viking kind. They are better swimmers than Nightfuries given their larger spinal fins and have stronger legs built for swimming rather than running.

Also they have a very ill temper if in bright areas, given it’s harder for them to see, but this can be trained out of them. Other than that, they are rather curious, they remember faces and hold serious grudges, however they do like shiny objects and will often leave them underwater. They will also sometimes offer trades, sometimes having junk or stuff from a random traveler. (You can’t tell me she didn’t steal Hiccup’s peg leg once outside of the show 🫵)

They do NOT have retractable teeth.

Now the Hypnofuries roar is much more high pitched and echoey, while purposely pulsing their tone, this is due to their modified lungs, as they tend to look for bodies of water to swim and hunt they will sometimes even hide underwater waiting to ambush dragons (if desperate enough for food). They can be underwater for 40 mins until they need fresh air, however if currents are strong are choppy water conditions this number can drop drastically. Back to the species roar, this is for better underwater communication rather than on land. As their diaphragm is much stronger it also creates somewhat of a whistling grunt. So a very distinguishable sound from the Nightfury.

Roars:

POSSIBLE COLOUR VARIANTS.

Might draw them all officially one day.

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[starlight-bread-blog]

What My Zutara Endgame Would Look Like

When people hear I want a Zutara endgame, the assumption is that everything will stay the same, except Zuko and Katara would kiss in that balcony instead of Katara and Aang. This is not the case. In actuality, the existing canon material would necessitate adjustments to accommodate such a divergence. I'd be remiss to demand something without explaining how to achieve it. Therefore, I must share a basic (or partial) rundown of my Zutara endgame.

(One might assume that it’s absurd to demand changes to justify a change, which is a very valid assumption I’ve pondered with myself, which is why I’ve written an analysis on the subject).

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The portrayal of a Zutara endgame would manifest as follows:

A\ang and Katara have been set up together since the very first season. What wouldn’t change would be the general structure and approach to writing their romantic developments, all of which will be elaborated on in their own posts.

1) In “The Headband”, for a moment, Kstara looks at A\ang with love. Additionally, she is shown to be jealous of him. These moments will be less explicit/toned down.

1½) At the end of “The Cave of Two Lovers”, Katara blushes. This will be removed. (However, it is not a must).

2) In “The Crossroads of Destiny”, Aang emerges into the Avatar state before opening his final chakra. He’s still meditating, focusing on letting go of his attachment, is conflicted, and starting to float, but being shot down before letting go. (Additionally, he doesn’t say “Sorry, Katara”).

2½) In In “The Crossroads of Destiny”, Iroh says “perfection and power are overrated”. This will be removed.

3) In “Boiling Rock Part 2”, Mai and Zuko have a conversation in Zuko’s prison cell before Zuko escapes. In this rewrite, Zuko would imply that once he will end the war, they could be together, which Mai would immediately reject.

4) In the ending of “Boiling Rock Part 2”, both Mai and Ty Lee are shown to have qualms about killing who was once their friends. Everything plays out roughly the same, except the (admittedly, iconic) line “I love Zuko More than I fear you” is replaced with a different declaration.

4½) In “The Southern Raiders”, Zuko says "You were right about what Katara needed". This will be removed. (But again, not a must).

5) In the ending of the play in “Ember Island Players”, Aang is reminded that he is yet to master the Avatar State.

6) In “Sozin’s Comet Part 2”, when the lion turtle drops Aang back on shore, Aang asks it about the Avatar State.The fact that Aang’s last chakra isn’t yet open is mentioned, and Aang sits down to meditate.

7) The show ends with A\ang and Katara having a moment realizing they are better off as friends and a small hint of a future relationship in canon that could take many forms. For the final moments of the show, everyone is on the balcony.

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It is important to address the changes required in order to make sure that they don’t interfere with other plot threads. Additionally, one must understand what I’m arguing for, or else my evaluation couldn’t be cogent. Only now that we're in accord, I can trurly delve into the captivating narrative of Zuko, Katara, and the untapped potential of a romantic entanglement between them.

[cloudyswritings]

Wyrm Lore/Biology: weird little freaks

y’all know the drill! This one’s gonna be a bit shorter tho cause I’ve done lots on Wyrms before.

Lore:

There’s a couple different of creation myths amongst Wyrms. The first story goes that the first Wyrms were born when the primordial god of Hunger died, the first Wyrms were born of the lowliest of creatures who ate of Hungers corpse, upon eating him they grew and grew and as they did so too did their appetites until they scoured the land clean of life and created the wastes we know today.

The second regard pale beings, and specifically pale Wyrms, it says that as Hunger fell some of his fangs were knocked loose and fell into the caverns below. These fangs were brilliant and shining, and in time were worshiped, turning into the first Pale Wyrms.

The final one suggested that when Hunger was killed his guts spilled out into the world, and began to chase after his killer becoming Wyrms in the process.

All of these are equally plausible, though the Pale King personally cleaves to the last myth and knows how pale beings currently come into being.

Biology:

They have and endo and exoskeleton, in a manner similar to tortoises and ocean sunfish. Their exoskeleton is made of a mix of chitin and various mineral and metals they’ve consumed over their lives.

They have several hearts, and occasionally grow more as they gain length.

They can’t clone themselves when split however, and only the front half of the wyrm survives in the very rare circumstance that they’re split.

Wyrms produce an extremely potent stomach acid that helps dissolve rocks and minerals. Additionally Wyrms have a series of specialized channels and organs that help bring some of this acid up to coat their burrowing and throat teeth, this is part of how they can burrow through dense stone with ease.

This acid is obviously more efficient when used on reactive stones. Because of this young or weakened Wyrms generally prefer regions composed primarily of carbonate minerals and limestones.

because of this mother Wyrms can usually be found nesting in karstic regions

Wyrms are actually fantastic swimmers, partially due to necessity. Wyrms must always be prepared for the possibility of burrowing into a void pocket, flooded cave, or aquifer. Because of this Wyrms also have several adaptations to deal with being submerged, including the ability to take in oxygen through their cloaca(look up snapping turtles, you can’t make this shit up 💀)

That said Wyrms don’t like being wet at all, and too much humidity can cause molting issues in young Wyrms.

Wyrms generally don’t dream, and also struggle greatly with using essence and other dream related abilities, this is because they are largely beings of the physical world.

[theprismyyy]

omg please share more thoughts about mermaid nat and lottie we wanna hear it

Lottie Matthews

Mermaid! Lottie who LIVES in the moon world!!! Seriously, this girl could spend hours perched on some rocks completely distracted while making necklaces, bracelets and various accessories from shells, pearls, cool stones and even human objects that she found lost like watches and other things like that.

Mermaid! Lottie loves swimming with turtles and petting them <3 she loves following the ones she knows are about to lay eggs so she can record the location where they were laid and go back there to welcome the baby turtles when the hatching season arrives😭😭 she gets so happy when she sees the little baby turtles finally submerge into the water and she would probably follow the ones she can for a while before having to say goodbye to the babies :((

Mermaid! Lottie loves human fashion, she doesn't understand it much but likes to peek at boats and stuff to see what people are wearing♡ she likes to admire girls especially and imagine herself wearing a beautiful dress or skirt, maybe having feet to wear sneakers or a nice high heel.

Natalie Scatorccio

Mermaid! Nat LOVES getting into ocean currents because she finds it so fun and it helps her move much faster from one place to another♡ plus she has incredible strength and control over her own tail and this honestly helps her not to get hurt during these little adventures (poor Jackie who once tried to show off doing this and got all tangled up like a clumsy fish)

Mermaid! Nat likes to explore sunken ships looking for human things, silverware, jewelry, ship decorations and anything else she really finds interesting <3 Nat has a small collection of cool stuff hidden in the mermaid cave and none of the other Yellowjackets are allowed to touch it.

Mermaid! Nat loves to pet human pets like dogs and cats😩 whenever she is passing by a pier or just close to land and sees some animals nearby, without humans, she can't resist leaning out of the water to pet them :((( she wishes she could have a pet of her own

By the way, I need to give half the credits to dearlot because I think it was my thought left in his inbox that made some anonymous person come to my account asking for more <3

@jellyb3annn @antes-que-parecesse-um-pecado @lacyscabinet @dearlot

© 2025 theprismyyy — please do not copy, translate or repost any of my works without my permission.

[mismatchedtwins]

Mismatched Twins - Take Five

“I cannot believe you’re blaming me for this.”

Donnie ducks under a low point in the metal where the roof caves, running a hand along the vines as they go deeper still. More appear the longer that they travel, clinging to the walls and lying at their feet. He hadn’t sensed a trace of any Krang creatures since they’d stood outside. He doesn’t know whether to be disappointed or grateful.

Leon’s voice carries on endlessly as he trails behind him, always with the same accusing note, so Donnie doesn’t feel the least bit guilty for the past several minutes of silent treatment. Donnie offered to let him rest. He’s the only reason that he’s not. He wants to be a liar and cheat then he can take his punishment like a man.

Then again, if he’d been right about that creature…

Donnie rubs his arms for the tenth time. The last thing that he wants to deal with is anything else altering his body against his will.

Not to mention his poor, brilliant brain.

The rocks that patter in front of his feet pause before they resume noise from a distance, so Donnie crouches.

He flings an arm out when Leon tries to walk past, knocking his momentum back. His companion flails before falling on his butt, barely missing a breath of complaint, “-the one who designed it! So- so really, you did this! Who locks his phone for fourty-six hours! On purpose! Huh?! Who does that?!”

“It’s a security precaution.” He snaps as he glares in the direction of the increasingly pathetic whines. “I have important stuff on there that not just anyone can get their hands on.”

“But two days?!”

“I need the time to track it down and get it back.” He gets out his grapple. “Or blow it up.” He aims randomly. “Which ever comes first.”

“Stuff like what? Game scores?” He gasps, affronted. “You’re being unreasonably cruel over videogame scores?!”

“Like GPS locations that I’d rather the creeps’s trying to kill us didn’t get their hands on?” The grapple hits the ground. “Hmm. Okay, get your shell over here.”

“Why? So you can shove me again?”

“I didn’t shove you.” He mutters. “You were about to walk off a drop. You’re welcome.”

“You could have been nicer about it.” The misery in his voice shifts to mild curiosity. Now Donnie’s forced to wonder if he was intentionally being that annoying. “How deep is it?”

“Not too far.” The grapple clicks into place. “But I wouldn’t recommend jumping in your condition.”

“So we turn back?”

“Of course not.” Donnie clicks on the phone light. Leon hisses and rolls away from it, crouching like some kind of feral creature. “I’m seeing where the vines lead. It’s the first source of life that I’ve seen. I’m going to find out how it’s thriving.”

“What if we don't?” Leon volunteers as he crawls over and peeks down the drop. “I don’t think these things like turtles.”

“It’s vegetation.” Donnie dismisses as he points the phone. There are more vines curled at the bottom, but they don’t look very threatening. “Oooh, spooky. Do you need a nightlight?”

He holds out the phone and Leon swipes it back. “Yeah, you joke about it now, but we’ll see who’s laughing when they slither into your skin and try to kill you.”

He smirks. "I thought you weren't scared?"

"I'm not!"

“Uh huh. You know, you sound exactly like my brother when he talks about cockroaches.” Donnie tugs on a vine. It doesn't react in the slightest. It also feels sturdy, so he follows it to the end, bracing his feet against the rock edge. “Look. See? They’re harmless.”

“I think you misspoke deadly. Dead-ly.”

“They haven’t hurt us yet.” Donnie teases, amused by the lost bravo. “Where’s your sense of adventure?”

“Outside the cave.” Leon points the light. “Let’s go get it.”

Donnie raises an eye ridge and then jumps. Leon yelps and the light momentarily scatters above as Donnie hops his way down. Leon shouts after him, and then keeps shouting, but he’s happily ignored as Donnie makes contact with the ground. He rubs his aching shoulder, feet crushing something that crunches with each step.

Donnie crouches to run three fingers over the suddenly brittle texture, debating the nest of vines beneath his feet. He looks up as Leon slides down beside him, gripping the vine with one hand, and Donnie plucks the phone from his grasp.

“Oh, good. You conquered your fears. Congrats.”

“Well, when nothing tried to eat you…” Leon shrugs as Donnie examines the area and then shines the light upward.

The drop is too deep to not include some kind of way back up. Nothing looks broken or bent, so it must be intentional. The metal is completely smooth, difficult for hands or tentacles to climb up, and the tunnel behind them is too small for one of the Krang suits. Unless they have especially sticky secreting glandular hairs, but even then, it’s highly irregular to have this kind of pathway in a functioning-

“Hey, does this look weird to you?”

Leon squints up. Donnie levels him with a deadpan.

“Can’t just be me.” His companion insists. “This feel trap-y. Way trap-y. It’s like… in the air. You have to feel that.”

“It’s a mix of the dark and the silence.” He informs. “Your brain is trying to fill it by assuming there’s something else present and, right now, the adrenaline in your system is triggering a threat response.”

It’s simple science. Comforting. Reasonable.

Donnie points the light down the tunnel. There’s an opening too far to see. Anything could be there. Waiting. Lurking. “But… I think I’ll keep the light on. Just in case.”

Leon nods rapidly. “Good call.”

Neither of them move.

Leon bows, a hand outstretched. “Ladies first.”

“Cowards second.” Donnie returns easily, taking the first step. Leon scoffs and grumbles, but he follows with uneasy tracks.

“This battery is actually lasting longer than expected.” Donnie admits to keep the silence from descending. He’d much rather something jump out at him with noise than without it. He settles in his safe place: theories and facts. “The percentage hasn’t even changed. Even with the conserving, I’d have expected some decrease…”

“Oh, yeah, Donnie designed these special.” Leon steps a bit closer as he allows himself to get preoccupied by the phone. “Haven’t charged that bad boy in two days.”

“What?” He gawks and Leon smirks. “When you’re as chronically online as Donnie, he wouldn’t dare let Donnie brand engineering die before he gets at least three days of constant scrolling out of it.” Something in his voice changes. “He gave me his old one. Think his newest can go, like, a week or something without charging.”

“Wow.” Donnie breathes, super conscious of every movement as he lowers the phone instead of taking it apart like he really, really, really wants to. No one can understand his woes. “That’s… impressive.”

“That’s Don.”

Donnie looks at him, trying to place the emotion. His tone is mocking and his smirk is dry, but his shoulders have slumped low.

The wall of anger that he’s constructing cracks as his eyes soften.

He’s not the only turtle separated from his family. They’d both been abandoned here by people that they care about. At least Leon did what his team thought was best to save his New York. If they're too scared to risk using some 'key', if their new York really was overrun by this- body dominating Krang species... It must have been dire. The fate of the world and all that.

What's Donnie's excuse?

Sensei warned him. And he still ran after her without thinking.

Now his family has to face her alone.

He should have reached out to Leo.

He would have come up with a better plan.

Leon glances at him, bringing a hand to brush over his red marks. “Something on my face?”

“Blood and bruises.” Donnie looks ahead. “Nothing new.”

They exit the tunnel and enter a massive room, eyes widening in sync. Donnie keeps going as Leon gasps, “Vine central.”

Donnie couldn’t have put it better himself. They overtake every inch of the middle room, sparse near the sides, many converging on the entryway. There are pillars of them among the new nest. Like a firm stroke of paint, they all flow upwards in perfect lines, tangled into many different shapes at the very top.

“Pretty dead in here.” Leon quips as he comes to the same conclusion as Donnie’s starting to. Like the bottom of the drop, many of the vines have already begun decay, and others are in the obvious stages. If something was providing them with life, it’s not anymore.

Donnie pokes the ground. It no longer feels like metal, but it’s not dirt either. What exactly were these things growing in?

“The Krang creature could have been… Feeding? Off of these things?” Donnie guesses. “Or, at least it had lair in here. Must have used the vines to climb…”

He stands up, attention caught by a shadow on the side wall.

A massive, blocky shadow. Curious, he heads toward it.

“Doesn’t explain what this place is.” Leon’s voice is loud enough to echo over to Donnie’s position, blanketing the silence. “Other than creep-tastic.”

When Donnie glances in his direction, he’s standing in the shadows that the light is leaving behind, squinting at one of the vine structures. “I think these things need some pruning.”

“Let me know if you find a weed whacker.”

"All I got is a handy-dandy sword. Not sure if it'll cut it." He snickers. "Get it? Get it? Cut? Wait, no, I can do better-"

"Save yourself the embarrassment."

"Wouldn't be much of a point! Wits to sharp for you?"

"Yep. That won't get old fast."

"Bah! My puns are cutting-edge!"

He shakes his head and continues on. "Focus please?"

"I am so focused. I am- the most focused."

"Good. Then feel free to take a stab at it any day now."

"Don’t gotta tell me twi- HEY!"

Leon laughs and Donnie grins to himself. It fades into frustration as he watches the strange, blocky area become larger with every step.

Yeesh, that is a lot bigger up close.

He really doesn’t want to climb anything, so he searches along the wall for an opening. Leon has apparently taken up swinging his blade like an axe. Donnie can hear each time that it makes an impact on the trunk composed of vines. It doesn’t seem like the smartest move for someone with likely bruised ribs, but as long as it keeps him busy, Donnie’s not about to complain.

He almost trips on an area where the vines gain entrance to the box-like wall, and when he catches himself, he cringes when his hand comes away sticky. He pokes it, twice for good measure.

He flings a bit of the gross off before looking to Leon. “It looks like the vines are… Interconnected with some kind of biological mass.”

“Krang like fleshy ships.” Leon sounds out of breath. “Technodrome was a big mess of ew.” He shudders. “Especially the command station. Ditched that place quick. Was muy nasteh.”

The structure tilts. Leon scrambles back. “TIMBEEER!”

Donnie hurries over as it lands. Leon hugs his hilt. “Talk about tightly wound. Junior got this in one swipe.”

Donnie… Will ask later. He leans over curiously as Leon slices through the vines, watching the weaker ones snap open before it slides apart like a rotten peel, revealing… Nothing.

It sits empty.

“Got a dud.” Leon reports unhelpfully. “You do the next one. But I call dibs on timber. I am the timberer.”

“If I’m going to go through all the work, then I expect the reward.” Donnie drops the phone in his free hand, walking up to another one as his companion sputters his disagreements.

He sets a hand on his hip. "Light?"

Leon begrudgingly points the light upward. Donnie walks up to the intriguingly crafted trunk and checks to make sure the twisted vines are compact enough to hold his weight.

Then he starts climbing.

Leon gives him about a minute of peace.

Not surprising. All good things come to an end.

"Do I want to know?"

"Think smarter." Donnie hefts himself up. "Not harder."

"So... Is that a no...?"

"It... Is... A..." Donnie reaches the top. "Throw me your sword."

Donnie doesn't expect much from Leon, but he definitely thought that he'd pretend to aim. Instead, he does a little twirl and flings it.

For the second time that day, Donnie finds himself inches from a spinning blade. He can actually see his reflection with how close it lands, practically taking off his beak.

He looks down, furious. "LEON!"

"You said-"

"I DIDN'T MEAN TAKE OFF MY HEAD!"

"Your head's fiiiine."

With a low growl, Donnie steadies his other three limbs and then yanks the blade free. He goes for the thinner vines, stabbing the sword a few inches in and then dragging it down. They peel open easily and Donnie spots small objects at the bottom. He drops the blade and then shuffles closer to the opening. He reaches in.

And pulls out a bone.

A yelp escapes his throat. His pushes back in surprise, throwing it back in and upsetting his balance in the process. He hits his carapace, crushing vines as he lands. Leon doesn't move. "See, this is one of those times where I just know I'm going to regret asking." Donnie gets to his feet. He points over his shoulder. "Wanna skip to the part where we both agree to leave?"

"Good idea." Donnie grabs the blade. "I suddenly have a really bad feeling about this place."

"Yeah, no kidd-" The smirks freezes on Leon’s face.

Donnie pauses, the light aimed at his plastron. “What?”

His eyes are dots, locking on him. “I can’t move my legs.”

“Can’t move your…”

Leon shines the light downward. It reveals two-toed feet planted on the pile of vines, and the very not-dead vines pushing their way into the flesh around his ankle.

It seems like the appropriate time to scream.

He steps forward and a large vine shoots at him. He slashes at it fast, diving to his triggered screaming companion and slicing him free. He grabs his arm and tosses him to create distance from the pile, ducking as two vines shoot over his head.

He spins to separate them from their roots, hurrying away to watch them hit the ground. He stumbles into Leon. Hands lock around the top lip of his shell, peeking at the small vine tendrils slithering out from the not-dirt. His eyes dart to Donnie and then the exit.

"Any ideas?" Donnie demands. Leon turns frazzled. "Me?! You're the one-"

Donnie's brain glitches. "Are you not a leader?"

"Well, yeah, but-!" Donnie surges forward to meet the vines that want to try their luck. "GREAT! SO LEAD!"

He doesn't dare look back until Leon is grabbing his arm and dragging him the opposite direction of the exit.

"Where're we-!"

"I lead! You follow!"

Leon holds out his hand. Donnie bites back a retort and hands him his sword. The young, infuriating leader continues his sprint, bringing Donnie along with him. "Do I get to know the plan?!"

"Don't touch the vines!"

"THAT'S NOT A PLAN!"

Donnie tears his arm away, both for rebllion's sake and to obediantly flip over the connection between the strange mass and the vine nest. Leon carefully bounces around the vines on the ground as the nest grows thicker along this side of the room. The vines are still shuffling around each other like snakes, hiding amongst the dead ones.

It occurs to him that they're no longer attacking.

He looks down as he hops over an entwined pair that have latched onto the wall across from them. Of course. They're plants.

Creepy, haunted alien plants. Limited senses. Likely can't see or hear anything. But if someone steps on the lives ones...

They both slide to a stop near the tunnel. He meets the calculating gaze. “They don’t know where we are.”

“They will.” Leon looks down the vine pathway and then lowers the light, asking, "Ready partner?"

Donnie nods. "Let's make this quick."

Leons shakes out his arms. Donnie readies his stance.

Then they run for their lives.

“Leon.” Donnie keeps his eyes on the prize as he senses movement behind them. The brittle texture that signifies death crunches beneath his feet. “What, exactly, is your history with these things?”

Leon swallows. "Long story?"

"Abridged version now."

Leon pushes them both to the ground as vines launch overhead. "Nothing helpful! They were on Krang's ship! He used them to restrain me and my bros!"

They bound back to their feet. "And you didn't think that was something you should share with the class?!"

"I didn't think it mattered if he's not here!"

"It DOESN'T MATTER?!" Donnie shrieks as he ducks into the wall. Leon slashes the vine that comes between them. "EVERYTHING MATTERS! And NEXT TIME the guy with the permanent information should think, ‘oh, hey, maybe I should tell my fellow turtle why I think the den of evil vines is EVIL’?!”

"Maybe next Mr Mock Donatello should ask-!"

"MOCK DONATELLO?!"

They reach the dropping point as Donnie furiously whirls on him. Leon doesn't look back, more preoccupied with the vines that are launching off the walls, which, is annoyingly the more valid concern.

But they are so not done-!

Donnie goes for his belt.

He aims above them and shoots the grapple.

It doesn’t lock, falling to him. It's bound to happen at some point, but he doesn't know why it always has to be at the worst moments.

He spins towards Leon as he cries out. The vines have somehow managed to wrap themselves around his blade, holding tight even as it tries to cut into them. They yank at it and he loses his footing with a cry, frantically trying to regain it as they attempt to pull him through the tunnel. Donnie spots the ones that shoot for his legs.

Donnie gets three seconds to panic and two more to plan.

He grabs his throwing stars and tosses them at the vines attempting the hidden assault, abandoning his position to slip to his side. Leon looks at him as he grabs his arms and uses both their weight against them. The blade slices through, freeing his sword. Donnie lands on Leon's plastron, ignoring the pained cry.

The phone must be on the floor now because the area is lit up. He doesn’t waste time looking for it. He grabs the blade from his loose hold and shoves the grapple into his hands, flipping to his feet to swipe at the incoming enemy.

He uses one last second to look back. "MOVE!"

Leon is already on his knees, arm cupped around his chest and fingers locked over the phone case. Eyes wide, he sprints to his feet at the command.

Donnie turns to face the threat as the grapple fires and the vines surge for him. He dodges the first assault and then rushes forward to cut off their reach, hating how unsteady the blade is in bo-adapted hands. He really should have taken the switching weapons lessons more seriously-

"I did it! Hey, I- no!"

Donnie whirls.

Leon's reaches out.

He feels them latch on.

His heart skips. The hilt flies from his hands.

Donnie hits his carapace with a choked cry as the vine closes around his neck to drag him down. He manages to grab a throwing star from his belt, but the vines snagged his wrist too, throwing it down to the ground. He hears the star swirls against the floor.

The panic stalls his racing heart, and that’s all the leverage they need to wrap around his torso. His shoulder burns as his free hand claws at the vine around his throat, suddenly getting a weak inhale in when it comes loose. In the next moment, it’s locking against his chin and his carapace scrapes the ground.

“NO!”

Horrfied eyes lock.

Everything goes black.

Not because he goes unconscious, which in retrospect would be a serious blessing, but because the vines have encased his body and have taken it upon themselves to pull him back through the tunnel.

His head rams something. His shell skids. Air rushes past his body.

He thrashes and squirms and bucks- and suddenly, he stops.

Nothing beneath his feet, his carapace, or his head. He manages to tear at the vines around one leg and kick out. Nothing.

How is there nothing?!

His arms are locked down at his side as the vines regain their hold around his lower limbs. A frantic sound escapes his throat when he can feel the pressure against his scales, shuddering as they slither up his plastron and press into his bridge. They fail to find a purchase against his shell, but they succeed with skin.

His muscles tense as he endures the pricks when the vines slip in and move beneath flesh.

A subtle thud from the dark. His fingers flex and his muscles tense as he tries to continue the struggle, but his attention is drawn to the brief flicker of light. A vine finds its way into the back of his neck and he hisses when it shoves further down.

The rest decide to follow its lead.

They all thrust at once and hot fire burns across his skin when they keep pushing. He screams. The vines don't stop.

His heart pulsates and the room flickers with light.

He blinks, whoozy, as the cage that the vines are forming comes into view. The room goes dark. He can feel every weak tremor, every breathless pant, every twitch of the mass beneath his skin.

A steady thud reverberates. His body is on fire.

His head lolls against his chest. The roof flickers.

A steady thud and then light.

Donnie's vision goes dark.

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[madeleinelovescolours]

bold your favs

I got a bunch of new mutuals recently, so I'm tagging you XD

[COLORS ] red. brown. orange. yellow. green. blue. purple. pink. black. white. teal. silver. gold. grey. lilac. metallic. matte. royal blue. strawberry red. charcoal grey. forest green. apple red. navy blue. crimson. cream. mint green.

[ ELEMENTS ] fire. ice. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. frost. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset. dewdrops. magic.

[ BODY ] claws. long fingers. fangs. teeth. wings. tails. lips. bare feet. freckles. bruises. Canine. scars. scratches. wounds. burns. spikes. feathers. webs. eyes. hands. sweat. tears. feline. chubby. curvy. short. tall. normal height. muscular. piercing. tattoos. lithe.

[ WEAPONS ] fists. sword. dagger. spear. arrow. hammer. shield.poison. guns. axes. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. pepper sprays. tasers. machine guns. slingshots. katanas. maces. staffs. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. mud balls. pyre. teeth.  rifles.  

[ MATERIALS ] gold. silver. platinum. titanium. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amethyst. metal. iron. rust. steel. glass.wood. porcelain. paper. wool. fur. lace. leather. silk. velvet. denim.linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt. brick. marble. dust. glitter. blood. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. shadow. carbonate. rubber. synthetics.

[ NATURE ] grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies. tulips. lavender. petals. thorns. seeds. hay. sand. rocks. roots. flowers.ocean. river. meadow. forest.desert. tundra. savanna. rainforest. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. clouds.mountains. poppies.

[ ANIMALS ] lions. wolves. eagles. owls. bears. falcons. hawks. swans. snakes. turtles. ducks. bugs. spiders. crickets. birds. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. dogs. bunnies. praying mantises. crows. ravens. mice. lizards. werewolves. unicorns. pegasus. dragons. rats. livestock. foxes.

[ FOODS/DRINKS ] sugar. salt. candy. bubblegum. wine.champagne. hard liquor. beer. coffee. tea. spices. herbs. apple.orange. lemon. cherry. strawberry. watermelon. vegetables. fruits. meat. fish. pies. desserts. chocolate. cream. caramel. berries.nuts. cinnamon. burgers. burritos. pizza. french fries. ambrosia.

[ HOBBIES ] music. art. watercolors. gardening. smithing. sculpting. painting. sketching. fighting. writing. composing. cooking. sewing. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self-defense. electronics. technology. cameras. video cameras. video games. computer. phone. movies. theater. libraries. books.comic books. magazines. cds. records. vinyls. cassettes. piano. violin. guitar. electronic guitar. bass guitar. harmonica. harp. woodwinds. brass. bells. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice.motorcycle riding. eating. climbing. running. exploring.

[ STYLE ] lingerie. armor. cape. dress. tunic. vest. shirt. sweater. boots. heels. leggings. trousers. jeans. skirt. jewelry. earrings. necklace. bracelet. ring. pendant. hat. crown. circlet. helmet. scarf. brocade. cloaks. corsets. doublet. chest plate. gorget. bracers. belt. sash. coat. jacket. duster. trenchcoat. hood.gloves. socks. masks. cowls. braces. watches. glasses. sunglasses. visor. eye contacts. makeup. ties. uniform.

[ MISC ] balloons. bubbles. cityscape. light. dark. candles. war. peace. money. power. percussion. clocks. photos. mirrors. pets. kisses. diary. fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness. happiness. optimism. pessimism. loneliness. family. friends. assistants. co-workers. enemies. loyalty. smoking. drugs. kindness. love. hugs.revenge.

@mjlegends @thefiasco-onyourblock @manicpixietboy @fionas-frenzy @oracle-sasha @taashyvashedan @felanndaris

[captawesomesauce]

Thoughts at noon... (drama at the aquarium)

So they introduced a new turtle to the Shark Lagoon at the @aquariumpacific, and dude... he's been a menace... and I feel so bad for the other animals in the tank that he's obviously stressing out. It's really the delinquent tank, where they all have personalities that border on delinquent and detention worthy antics, but more than anything, they're all slow, sleepy, and silly. - Fern the zebra shark will just plop down anywhere she wants and often will get snuggled by the rays and the turtles. Now and then she'll get a bug up her butt and go digging and messing with the stuff under the sand that she isn't supposed to. Mostly she just likes to sleep. - Basalt the reticulated ray is the biggest and sleepiest animal in the aquarium. 400lbs of pure napping energy. It wants nothing more than to just lay somewhere for hours and be covered in silt and dirt. Now and then it'll go for a lap or 10 and have some fun, often it'll lay down and put one of its long sides against Fern. More than anything, all the other animals will come by and wake it up/move it now and then. But they let it sleep for a while before nudging it along. It never seems stressed just like... fine... turtle moved me... i'll just go lay over here. They never chase it or anything, just... hey.. move. - Onyx is another ray, but much smaller... pure black. Thats why we call them Onyx and Basalt... they don't really have names but color wise, that works. Onyx is a little ball of energy, and a trouble maker... loves to attack coral rocks and things under the sand, loves to tease and play with Basalt, and sometimes will bug Fern a time or two. More little kid energy than anything. - Theo and Lou are the two Olive Ridleys and they're big deal is that they sleep... a lot... They're never in the same tank together, they just switch them out now and then. Often you can find them snuggling with the Fern, or just in their little turtle cave that they like to nap in. They are unspatial as fuck. Literally just slowly gliding/crawling through the tank running into every rock, coral, and animal in there. It's hilarious watching them try and get into the cave as it's a game of left left left, NO right!!! right!! bang! Oof, never let them park your car people... it's a disaster. These guys need about 20 hrs of sleep a day, wake up, get air, swim, have fun, take a nap. That's like - their whole shtick. They know they're cute, they have main character energy, and the whole world revolves around them ... which is why it's the walls fault for not moving when they swim into it lol. - and now there is Copper. Copper is the new green sea turtle addition and the dude NEVER lays down for more than a few minutes, never seems to rest for long, and is super annoying and destructive! He has dominance issues with the olive ridley turtles and will nip/bite and bug them constantly... and I mean constantly! Like unrelentingly. He also got into it with Fern a few times, and he has a bad habit of destruction. He is literally trying to destroy the tank and yesterday we snitched on him because he tore some tank lining fabric and ate it. Oof. You can tell how stressed Theo is, the poor thing just wants to lay down and rest but every time he does, Copper comes charging at him. It's even worse late at night. There was a 10 minute turtle tornado - tur-nado where Copper and Theo went round and round and round and round and round... it was one of many long instances of the two of them not getting along. Copper seems really happy ... none of the others in the tank (animate or inanimate) seem to be though.

For the last year, Copper was kept in an isolation tank after being removed from the main exhibit where he had been a bad turtle. We felt bad for him because it was so empty in the isolation tank with just a few rays and a zebra shark or two to keep him company. But dude... it makes sense now seeing how much of a disaster zone he is!

The others are delinquents ... this guy is Juvie hall level. He's cute as hell, fun to watch when he's not being a dick, and just the coolest thing ever with the way he swims and glides and is just an awesome turtle... with a bad attitude apparently.

oof. I'll add some vids and pics in a follow up, but man Theo needs a break if Copper doesn't settle the fuck down!

[ecargmura]

Pokemon Horizons Episode 65 Review - Heart To Heart With The Enemy

*Gasp* Liko and Amethio actually escaped the cave on-screen. The writers are actually not shoving everything into off-screen land this time around! Other than that, this episode was filled with surprise twists and intriguing lore that you can’t help but to wonder what’s going to happen next! 

The Liko and Amethio portions are nice because, like Liko, we finally get to know more about Amethio. It’s crazy how he appeared since the beginning and we only learn of his motives and goals 65 episodes in. He wants to get Rayquaza and Terapagos because he wants to be helpful to his grandfather Gibeon and wants him to be proud of him. It feels like an honor thing. Amethio, despite being a villain, does have kindness dwelling within him. If he wasn’t a kind person, Ceruledge wouldn’t have tried to warm its trainer with one of its blade after seeing Floragato try to get some grass for Liko. If Amethio wasn’t kind, he wouldn’t have cooperated with Liko in order to escape the cave, but he did. It’s nice that Liko knows that Amethio isn’t as bad as he appears to be. I really liked their heart-to-heart conversation. The fact that Amethio motivated Liko to not be so down over her failing her Implementation test is something; Liko didn’t even ask Grusha for a possible rematch as she knew there could be other ways she can master Terastal. Sometimes, the most unexpected person and words can be your biggest motivation.

Poor Amethio, the moment he becomes nice to Liko is when Spinel frames him for cooperation against the enemy and that’s when he gets kicked out of the Explorers. I’m assuming a simple act of kindness or cooperation with the enemy is something Gibeon despises? I wonder if something happened to him in the past for him to abandon his own grandson over something miniscule. I’m assuming that’s what happened to Amethio’s father too? Gibeon seems like a cruel person for believing in a fabricated video and not asking Amethio for a concrete answer. People are speculating that Amethio might be going through an anti-hero route akin to Zuko from Avatar: The Last Airibender. While I can see an anti-hero route, I don’t think it’s fair to compare it to Zuko as the circumstances of their turn is different. Zuko is a blueprint for antihero stories, but he doesn’t need to be the pathway.

For the Roy and Dot portions, I’m glad that the kids are sharp enough to realize that Sidian and Coral are deliberately stalling them because they’re targeting Liko. However, what they didn’t expect was that they’re super good at stalling that whatever plan they come up with, the Explorers counter it. People might get angry over the battle, but it’s because the kids aren’t battling seriously. They’re being hasty because Liko is their priority and not the battle. Fortunately, the battle gets called off once Grusha enters the scene as he got a call from Friede about the situation; Friede called him because he knew he wouldn’t get there in time and would need some extra help. I wonder why Grusha mellowed out in this episode compared to how stern he was two episodes ago. Also, I wonder what his Altaria’s beak is made of because it pecked the heck out of that boulder and Flying moves aren’t effective against Rocks.

I do like that Amethio’s words about not giving up has impacted her in a way that she even asked Roy and Dot to go to the Highest Peak with her. Usually, Liko is so passive and the other two seemed okay with not going now that they found Liko and she’s safe, but she still wanted to go. It’s nice that Liko is being a bit more assertive now. I hope to see this more in future episodes.

Also, Terapagos’s anger towards Amethios seems to be more that he reminded him of Gibeon and possibly mistook him for his grandfather, before realizing that they’re different. The way Amethio mentioned his grandfather Gibeon is when Terapagos got another upset reaction. The turtle definitely has beef with Gibeon and it could be a factor to why Gibeon was unusually cruel to Amethio in this episode.

With the announcement of the fourth arc starting in October 11, this means that this arc has three more episodes until then. I honestly can’t wait to see what this new arc has in store as the DLC characters are shown in the key visual. Though, I am a little upset that Arven didn’t show up at all in this arc and it seems that Kieran is going to get that same treatment seeing how he’s not in the poster while his sister Carmine is. What are you thoughts on this episode? By the way, I support Spinel’s rights, wrongs and future beatings.

[thatswhywelovegermany]

Die Roggenmuhme

The Rye Aunt

The Rye Aunt is a female cereal demon and children's fright of German folk tales, who lives in grain fields.

The Rye Aunt wanders up and down in the fields, feeds on the grain and tears out the immature ears. If she is angry with the farmer, she punishes him by drying out his fields. In general, however, the appearance of the Rye Aunt in the fields is a sign of a good harvest. During the harvest, she flees into the last truss. The Rye Aunt receives a share of the harvest, which is either left behind or thrown into the field. This custom is to propitiate the Rye Aunt and bring about a fertile next year.

The Rye Aunt is generally thought to live underground, in the empire of the roots or in a cave.

The Rye Aunt punishes lazy maids, who have not spun off their spinning rocks in the Boxing Week. The breath of the Rye Aunt brings illness and death.

Appearance

The Rye Aunt is often described as completely black or snow-white, and of superhuman size. Her arms are long or made of iron. Her fingers are fiery or iron. It is also said that the Rye Aunt has claws on her hands, which may also be made of iron.

The Rye Aunt has unusually large breasts that are so long that she can fold them over her shoulders. She also has more than two breasts. These can be black, iron, wooden or silver. They are pointed and hard, have glowing iron tips or are fiery. The breasts are filled with tar, poisonous milk or blood.

The Rye Aunt is described as an old womanwith a wrinkled face featuring stinging awns, a crooked nose, and wears glasses. She is sometimes even described as headless or said to have an iron heart.

In addition, she can change her shape, for example into a turtle, a snake, a frog, a wolf, a black cat, a horned animal or a dog with a blanket.

The Rye aunt is often dressed in black, but has also been seen dressed entirely in gray. Her clothes are ragged. Sometimes the Rye Aunt also wears a red skirt, or she wears a red dress and a red cap. Sometimes, she wears blue coat and wide flowing skirts. Often the Rye Aunt wears a white headscarf like a reaper. Sometimes she walks on crutches.

The Rye Aunt is associated with several weather phenomena. When the wind blows through the cornfield, people say that the Rye Aunt moves over the grain. She is also traveling with the whirlwind.

The Rye Aunt appears in particular at midday between 12:00 and 13:00. If she encounters someone in the fields at midday, she kills them or frightens them, casting spells. If she finds women who have recently given birth in bed between 12:00 and 13:00 and between 18:00 and 20:00, she does the field work for them. If she does not find women in childbed at the specified time, a misfortune will happen to the mother and the child.

The Rye Aunt is often seen as a child scare. Her activities as a child-scaring figure are extremely varied.

In their tale no. 90 The Rye Aunt, the Brothers Grimm tell that the Rye Aunt swaps human children with changelings, but brings back the right child if the changeling is not suckled. Elsewhere it is said that she steals illegitimate children at midnight.

The Rye Aunt lies in wait in the field for all those children who want to pick cornflowers in order to scare and punish them. She also lures children into the field by waving her arms. She abducts children by putting them in her big bag or basket, of by taking the children under her wide flowing skirts to bring them to the empire of the roots. She may also pull children to her with an iron fireplace poker and has them guarded by a toad. She leads children astray in the field and lets them starve to death, or she comes with her flock of elves and lays the children on cushions of flowers, whereupon they fall asleep and never wake up again. The Rye Aunt appears as a witch when she casts spells or the Evil Eye on children, She may also appear as a nightmare when she sends evil spirits to disobedient children at night.

Children often have to suck on the breasts of the Rye Aunt. Sometimes, disobedient children get the big breasts beaten around their ears. The Rye Aunt is said to, hug children so tight that they are pressed against her breasts die as a result from suffocation or getting crushed in her embrace. The Rye Aunt also crouches in wolf form, hiding in the grain, and is accompanied by small dogs that lure children into her iron embrace. She is also regarded as the mother of the rye wolves, who eat the children.

The Rye Aunt chases children on horseback or runs as fast as a horse herself. In the latter case, she chases children to death in races. She can also fly and takes children to the sea to drown them there. If she accosts children, they must die.

The Rye Aunt demands that children eat a slice of bread spread with tar. If they do not comply, she cuts off their heads. She also smears children with tar from a bottle or covers their eyes with tar. She also scratches out children's eyes or blows out their eyesight. The Rye Aunt strangles children, twists their necks or cuts off their heads, and also cuts off their necks, noses, ears, or fingers. She also beheads children with a sickle, a knife or a saw. She cuts off the children's legs with a scythe. The Rye Aunt also tears off children's legs.

The Rye Aunt binds children into a bundle with a thread or ties the children to a thread and then beats them up. She pinches children with iron pincers or uses a pinch. She stabs children with pikes, of which she has three, one by the head and one in each hand. The Rye Aunt also stabs children with stalks or drives nails into their heels.

In her hand, the rye maid carries a rod or whip, which is to be regarded as a lightning rod. She also has a sceptre or an iron scourge, which she uses to beat children. She puts children in a nail barrel and rolls them around in it or drags them into a cave and crushes them there with a giant meat grinder. Otherwise, she also crushes children in an iron butter churn.

The Rye Aunt also bites and eats children. To get hold of children, she sets out traps. She slaughters and eats the children or kills and roasts them using her burning breasts and fingers. The Rye Aunt also throws children into a cauldron of hot water or sucks their blood.

All these stories were told children to deter them from wandering through the fields, which posed several dangers, including getting lost and freezing to death at night, encounters with dangerous animals, suffering injuries from farm equipment used on the fields, or merely the destruction of crops and yield loss by walking over the fields.

[tmnt-fandom-family-reunion]

Question: how does everyone show up to camp? Is it an alternate universe? Was it by portal? Is it free reign real estate? What do the borders outside of the camp look like? Is there an outside?

Okay so maybe it was a lot of questions

HOW DOES EVERYONE SHOW UP TO CAMP: everyone's turtle tank (or if there isn't one) their instincts guide them to a gateway opened roughly near their home. It pulls like a tether, even those with a turtle tank it pulls them in to the tank and the tank brings them here! Same went for the counselors who existed here for a few weeks prior than the counselors, they were brought here by the crystals and after a certain... accident, the gateways were open to the campers but it's very specific about who it brought in...and why

IS IT AN ALTERNATE UNIVERSE AND WAS IT BY PORTAL: for some it was by portal but it's mainly a tether, like their souls are linked to the wonderful colored rocks, an alternate universe? More like a pocket dimension.

IS IT FREE REAL ESTATE: the camp is made for a purpose, the crystals WANT you to do these, they have chosen the counselors for a reason and the campers for a reason as well.

WHAT DO THE BORDERS OF THE CAMP LOOK LIKE : it is a massive geode like cavern, filled with crystals, moss, a lake, it's own ocean and pre built buildings. The cave gives gifts to those who are kind to it...the cave is...sort of alive and there is an entrance and an exit but it's blocked by some force, keeping everyone inside. But there is plenty of air so don't worry!

IS THERE AN OUTSIDE: yes. But it's...not liveable. There aren't trees here, there isn't oxygen outside. The cave inside has moss that provides air but again, it's better to be in the cave than not...

- Three