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[turtle-named-sheldon]

I was feeling kinda crappy so I decided I’d take a bit of a wander from the bus stop before returning for a ride to my lecture. Yeah I didn’t go back (un)fortunately

[fishsticksloser]

Can i request rottmnt HC of reader little sister (mutant ninja turtle) who loves fog so much?

Like she loves fog the moment it comes to NYC she disappear from lair and her brothers have to find her.

Sometimes if there's no fog she go to hidden city and buy potions that creat fog and spread it in all NYC just for her enjoyment.

Fog

RotTMNT + gn!reader

Warnings: platonic fluff, mutant!turtle!reader

A/N: Fog... I love fog so much, that and rain. Ugh...

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It took a while to learn that you liked the fog

When they first took you topside, you still hadn't spoken

Your first trip topside was on a foggy fall morning

You chirped and squeaked for weeks afterwards

Still they had no clue what you were talking about (all baby babbling)

Plus, they couldn't let Splinter know they had taken you topside.

Soon though, you learned to speak and asked them about 'ground clouds'

They all thought it was a cute way to say fog, so that's what they say instead

Although you're older now

So if there's any chance of fog or if one of them caught a glimpse of it...

They rush to get you

If they know it'll fog beforehand, they'll take you out to the woods

The fog was a lot thicker there

As you got even older, you started running off by yourself

They panicked, thankfully Donnie put a tracker on you

They'd find you in about 20 minutes

Then you found out about the Hidden City

You'd run down there and get fog potions

You'd store them until you weren't feeling well and fog bomb the city

Your brothers hated it when you did it, but they understood it brought you comfort

You also learned where your tracker was and disabled it on the days you fog bombed the city

[oleander-nin]

The Weight of a Letter(7)

A/N: Eugh, the pacing's out of whack and everyone's ooc. Sorry about that. I tried to keep it interesting, but this chapter's a bit of a bore and really crunchy(/neg). I tried to keep it as neat as possible, but I think I failed. Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

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Content warnings: Mikey and Leo are kinda clingy? that's it, not much for this chapter.

Chapter 7: A Second Meeting

I wave at the two awkwardly, a nervous grin on my face. I recognize the purple one, but did he recognize me? The two turtles stare at me, clearly expecting something. Maybe for me to respond? I wasn’t sure, the turtle with the blue mask seemed to have talked more out of nervousness than genuine curiosity. I chew on my cheek, thinking it over.

They both blink up at me, and I shift on my feet, still searching desperately for something to say. I scour my brain for a name to stick to the recognizable turtle, but nothing is popping up. Did I forget his name? I grimace to myself. I hope not. I look back down at the two, unsure. Would Irma be mad if I invited them inside? I shake my head. It wasn’t like I could ask, my phone was definitely busted from that throw. It wasn’t worth the risk of upsetting her.

“Hi.” I state dumbly, nothing else coming to mind that would fix the situation in the slightest. I knew staring was rude, but they were just so pretty. Plus, the purple one was staring at me this whole time, so it must not be a big deal to them. A foggy interaction between us from Repo’s plays in my mind, but I brush it off. I make sure my eyes never linger on either of them for too long, opting to stare at the fire escape or the surrounding buildings instead so they don't find me creepy. The one with the red crescents on his face glanced at the other with a look on his face I couldn’t quite decipher. The purple turtle finally looks away from me to face his companion with a scowl on his face. 

The purple turtle opens his mouth to speak, but the blue-masked turtle shoves his face down while he stands up, ignoring the angered grumbles of the still laying turtle. He sticks his hand out to me, a bright grin on his face. “Hi! Sorry we kinda crashed at your window. The name’s Leo, but you can call me anytime.” He ends his sentence with a wink towards me, my eyes rolling fondly at his antics. His upbeat personality drew me in and I smiled at him. It seemed he was just as eccentric as I remember the purple one being. I could sense a shift in mood him, the purple turtle seeming upset at something. 

I climb out of the window to sit on the exaggerated sill, taking Leo’s outstretched hand and shaking it. I notice the unnamed turtle glaring daggers at Leo. He seemed upset about something, as if falling here had ruined his plans for something. Leo chuckles nervously, taking me by the shoulders and pushing me towards the silent, staring turtle. I could feel my throat dry as I looked at him, his gaze and body language just screamed danger. I shook it off, after all, I had met him before. He was super cool last time, and I doubt his personality changed.

I walk closer to the familiar turtle and extend out my hand, giving my name again as I do so. “Hi! We uh, we’ve met before, right? At Repo’s junkyard? It’s nice to see you again!”

He stares at my outstretched limb for a moment, looking conflicted at the sight. The turtle sighs as if he was finally giving up something he loved. He lightly grasps my hand with just his thumb and forefinger and lightly shakes it before retracting his hand. 

“Donatello, but please refer to me as Donnie. And yes, we met at Repo’s. I remember you well.” He simply states, ignoring the way his companion grins knowingly at him. I tilt my head a bit, continuing to study his face. It had been so long since we last met. The way he said he remembered me put me off, as if he wished he didn’t. I take my hand back, sucking in a breath. This was too awkward.

“Okay, well, cool. Uhm… What brings you to the neighborhood?” Leo snickers at my attempt to make conversation, his arm suddenly slumped over my shoulder as he leans on me. I eye him curiously. The way he acted was like an old friend, as if he already knew me. I shrug it off. He was probably just really extroverted.

“We were just in the area. And you know, some things happened, which were no one's fault really, and we just fell onto the fire escape outside where you are.” Ah, so it was his fault they were here. Got it. Donnie groans dramatically at the slider’s words, crossing his arms over his chest. A compartment of the metal shell on his back, I think he called it his ‘battle shell’ at the junkyard, opens, two long silver arms that resembled spider legs popping out. He grabs us each with one, shoving me and Leo apart. Leo rolls his eyes at the scowling turtle, sticking his tongue out for emphasis.

Donnie clears his throat, turning to talk to me as the tech arms retreat back into his black metal shell. “As my brother said, we just happened to be in the area and fell here. We were totally not stalking you at all, he says with confidence.” 

Leo and I both stare at Donnie, a mixed expression on our faces. Confusion swirls around me, trying to decipher his words. Where did that even come from? Leo laughs awkwardly next to me, his hand gripping shoulder. A forced smile is on his face as Leo stares down his brother. “Isn’t Donnie such a riot? He’s so funny!”

“What? I was trying to reassure them.” Donnie’s deadpan face meets Leo’s forced grin. I shrink away from Leo, sitting on the edge of the fire escape’s rail.

“You did a bad job.” Leo retorts, his voice sickly sweet.

The two brothers continue to argue as I watch, my feet swinging back and forth. I lean back on the rail, letting my body hang over the edge. Maybe me and Irma could eat out here today. This was nice. I feel something cold wrap around my wrist, lightly tugging me back away from the edge. Donnie was using his metal claws to bring me next to him, typing something on his wrist. It seems the brothers were done arguing, Leo leaning on his brother as he watches Donnie type.

“You shouldn’t hang off the edge. You’ll fall.” Donnie doesn’t look at me as he drags me closer, still messing with his tech gauntlet. Leo glances at me, pushing Donnie away before slinging an arm around my shoulder. I shrink a bit, unsure how to react. Leo squeezes me gently, a bright smile on his face. He starts to talk, but I noticed he isn’t looking at me. His eyes were trained on his brother, his grin turning more smug as Donnie glared at us.

“Say, how did you and Donnie meet? Donnie never really told us.”

I chew on my cheek, glancing up at the grinning turtle. “Oh, I met him at Repo’s junkyard and hung out with him while I waited for Repo to get back.”

Leo nods, finally looking down at me. He lets go of me, but doesn't move away. I look at him curiously, watching him hold his dopey grin. He continues to stare into my eyes before turning to his brother. Leo mouths something to Donnie that I couldn’t quite catch, and a familiar scowl returns to Donnie’s face. Donnie pushes his brother away from me with his metal claws and takes Leo’s place beside me. Leo rubs his arm at the rough treatment, muttering something about ‘familial bonds’. 

I open my mouth, trying to loosen some of the tension between the two, but a loud voice from overhead interrupts me. “Leo! Did you find him- oh, hello Donnie, other person.” The orange banded turtle jumps down onto the fire escape with us, closely followed by a giant of a mutant. Standing at atleast 6 feet, the turtle in front of me was incredibly intimidating. His large size accompanied by the spikes and long tail just painted a threatening image. An image completely shattered by the worried look on his face. 

“Hi! I’m Mikey! And this is Raph! We’re Donnie and Leo’s brothers, what’s your name?” The orange turtle bounced around me as he spoke, looking incredibly excited. I pull back a bit. There were so many people on the fire escape. I couldn’t help but feel crowded

“Uh, hi! I’m Y/n. Nice to meet you both!” As I spoke to Mikey, Raph pulled Donnie and Leo over to him, conversing with them in private while Mikey bobbed in front of me. I watch them curiously, feeling nosey. It was odd how they kept whispering to each other, even back when it was just Donnie and Leo. The bubbly turtle moves in front of me and blocks my vision. He was incredibly bright, stickers adorning his shell and little faces painted in red on his black knee pads. Mikey starts to ramble, pulling me into a conversation and bouncing from topic to topic as I slowly start to match the orange turtle's energy. I start to relax as we chat, feeling more comfortable around him. He was just so fun!

“Okay Y/n, it was nice to meet you, but we best be going. I’m sure you have a lot of stuff to be doing, as do we.” Raph’s commanding tone broke Mikey and I’s conversation, us both turning towards the large terrapin. Donnie was frowning with his arms crossed next to him, one of Ralph's large hands resting on his shoulder, while Leo looked indifferent to their previous conversation. Mikey sagged a bit, pouting at his brother. 

“Oh come one Raph, we just met! I want to talk to them some more!” Raph sighed at his brother's antics, pinching the bridge between his beak and his eyes. 

“Mikey, you can talk to them again some other time. But we have to go home now. We need to train, remember?” Mikey stares at Raph blankly, clearly confused. The cogs in Mikey’s head visibly click as Mikey nods.

“Right! Training! Yeah, uh, I remember!” Raph sighs, motioning for them to leave. Mikey huffs as he starts to follow, waving goodbye. Then, he stops. Mikey’s face lights up, him obviously getting an idea to bypass his brother's command. Moving in front of me and gripping both of my shoulders, Mikey starts to lightly shake me.

“Ohmigosh! Wait, can I get your number? I need to talk to you more!” Mikey pleads with me, trying to get his point across. I laugh lightly, gripping both of his wrists so he stops shaking me.

“Oh yeah, sure! I’ll just…” My face falls as I remember the events prior to meeting the turtles. “Uh… I kinda broke my phone…” I wince apologetically. I really did want to talk to them, but my phone was shattered on the floor in Irma’s living room.

Mikey stares at me for a moment, his face impassive. I sigh, trying to think of a solution. Maybe I could write their numbers down so I could text them once I got a new phone. I yelp as Mikey starts shaking me again.

“How did you break your phone!?”

“Mikey, stop shaking them. We can come back some other time.” Raph huffed, obviously wanting to leave. I felt bad for him, wanting to make this as quick as possible.

“But when?” Mikey whines, leaning back on his heels. He still hadn’t let go of my shoulders.

“I can fix your phone.” I jolt when I hear Donnie’s voice, glancing at him. I had forgotten he and Leo were there. I look at Donnie, hesitant. I didn’t doubt he could do it, but I felt bad. It was my own fault I broke my phone.

“Are you sure? It’s a lot of work, and I wouldn’t want to force you-”

“Do you have the money to get it fixed properly?” Leo deadpans.

I shut my mouth and sigh. I pulled Mikey’s hands off my shoulders, climbing back into Irma’s apartment and retrieving my shattered phone. I hand it to a smug Donatello.

He takes the phone and slips it into the belt-thing around his waist, grinning. Raph waves at me, a tight lipped smile adorning his features. “It was nice meeting you. Goodbye.”

Mikey hugs me tightly before running after Raph, Leo and Donnie waving goodbye. I go back into the apartment, shutting and locking the window. I stare through the glass for a moment, processing all that had happened. How the hell was I supposed to get my phone back?

[henqtic]

sick day . xavier thorpe x black!reader . wc: 573.

summary: reader takes care of xavier when he gets sick.

prompt: "are you sure? i don't want you to get sick.." ( @novelbear​ )

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Xavier knew his immune system was like an army run by a bunch of soft shelled turtles. The thought of going out to his art shed during subzero temperatures should never even have crossed his mind. The insulation in there was shit, and he didn’t even care to put on an actual winter coat, just the overpriced Nevermore hoodie thrown on top of his laundry basket.

Most of all, he knew you should’ve been telling him ‘I told you so’ when he texted you at six am, asking for cold medicine and complaining that he couldn’t breathe out of his nose.

But you were here, there actually, carrying enough blankets to cover your eyes.

His temperature had been fluctuating for the past three hours and now he was at his coldest. He’d wrap himself up in them like a burrito, only to get overheated once again — and throw them to the floor with a huff.

The cycle would repeat on and on throughout however long he’d stay sick this time — the only difference is, you wouldn’t be to his aid like a personal nurse.

You’d fed him the cough medicine, taken his temperature, kissed his rosey cheek, and gave him a final diagnosis of not showing up to classes.

“I think school starts in about thirty minutes, you should probably go get ready,” he noted, solemnly taking the blankets and plopping them onto his bed.

He grabbed onto your hands, weaving your fingers together as he gave you a soft, appreciative smile.

“Already?”

“Yeah, I guess caring for your sick boyfriend really makes the time fly.”

He attempted to laugh at his own ‘joke’, soon turning into a coughing fit as he turned his whole body away from you. 

“I’m sorry,” you apologized without reason, empathizing with his weakened composure.

His throat was probably all sore and scratchy now.

“No, you don’t have anything to be sorry about, me being a dumbass isn’t your fault. Thank you for taking care of me baby, really. I think I’ll just nap.”

“Nap? Like. . . all day?”

“Yeah, I’ll get better quicker,” he shrugged, grabbing the remote off of his nightstand to turn on a ‘background music’ show.

It was his version of white noise.

“Oh. Well then scoot over, I’ll nap with you.”

“What?”

“I’m not gonna just leave you here,” your response was earnest, almost like what you were saying was common knowledge.

The soft confusion in his eyes further dampened his features.

He looked miserable when he was sick. Eyes all red, and bags all full. His face was most vacant of color, all drawn to his nose where he consistently blew it. Leaving him would be like watching a dog get kicked and letting it limp down the street.

“Are you sure? I don't want you to get sick,” he said cautiously, sitting up but not yet inviting you in.

“Yeah I’m sure. I don’t care about catching a cold, I care about you being cooped up in here with your terrible watch list.”

“My shows aren’t bad [ your name ], normal people aren’t willing to watch the same eight Harry Potter movies over and over again.”

You scoffed as you crawled in, wrapping your arms around him from behind. He’d never admit it, but being little spoon when he was sick was one of his favorite natural remedies.

“Your brains all foggy right now, you don’t know what you’re talking about.”

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[surlifen]

today was so EVENTFUL

first I had my first three classes and it was super foggy this morning <3333333 fog<3333333 and then we were supposed to do wildlife outside, but the fire alarm for the wildlife and fisheries building went off while we were waiting for the prof to show up and class to start 😭 when we were let back in and he showed up he was like "idk if we have time I'm debating whether we should still go" and I was like "LET'S PLEASE. I WANT TO." so we did LOL went up into the forest and there was a turtle at the pond :3

that was class... then I streamed art for a bit and then roomie and I got dinner and it started pouring rain while we were in the dining hall and I was super pogged about it

THEN we went to the circus meeting (I got soaked on the way over) and I tried STILTS!! digitigrade ones! and I was a NATURAL 😭 they were like wow that was so good for your first time? and I was like thanks I'm a furry NSJHSGDJGA it felt so fucking COOL to tower over people and walk around like a werewolf it was soooooooo everything I've ever needed GRRRR

and then we left playtime (that is what circus meetings are called) early to go to SKATE NIGHT... which was super fun they played so many bangers. ended the night on rasputin

basically a very sweaty night and very tiring for my legs and feet LOL

headed back to our dorm and right when we got there THE POWER WENT OUT LMAO. but as it so happened I was wearing my glow in the dark dangling skeleton earrings which GENUINELY HELPED. i took a night shower and then roommate and i talked for a while while i ate my ice cream lest it melt without power in the freezer and then the power returned 🎉

[jonbutter]

All the Movies I Saw This Year, Ranked

and i saw a lot of movies

Past Lives

Bottoms

The Holdovers

Renaissance: A Film by Beyoncé

Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse

Poor Things

M3GAN

Creed III

Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves

Are You There God? It's Me, Margaret

Asteroid City

Barbie

Godzilla Minus One

Beau is Afraid

Killers of the Flower Moon

Infinity Pool

May December

No One Will Save You

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Mutant Mayhem

Blue Beetle

BlackBerry

Oppenheimer

Joy Ride

Napoleon

Evil Dead Rise

Saltburn

No Hard Feelings

Please Don't Destroy: The Treasure of Foggy Mountain

Mafia Mamma

The Killer

Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3

Fool's Paradise

Fast X

The Super Mario Bros. Movie

Scream VI

The Blackening

Strays

Book Club: The Next Chapter

Good Burger 2

Knock at the Cabin

Ferrari

Saw X

Meg 2: The Trench

Talk to Me

Dicks: the Musical

Wonka

The Little Mermaid

Elemental

Priscilla

A Good Person

Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania

Cocaine Bear

House Party

Reinfeild

Missing

Indiana Jones and the Dial of Mystery

Shazam! Fury of the Gods

Dumb Money

Leave the World Behind

Retribution

The Exorcist: Believer

Skinamarink

Family Switch

The Wrath of Becky

[cosmeww]

Okay so..

I present my addams! Rottmnt au oc

Hides my face in my hoodie anxiously and shakes

waves at @lackablazeical

Okok info dump time

I proofread this multiple times and had both donnie and finn proof read it but we're all super tired so im sorry if theres spelling mistakes or bad wording m(_ _;)m

Im super anxious and embarrased to post this but fuck it we ball!!! B)

BASIC INFO

8/Eight

He + any

17-18

Bi ftm

Turantula mutant

Autism, adhd, and bpd haver

APEARENCE

Eight is a primarily black fluffy spider. He has 6 arms along his torso, at the very begging of each joint theres dark orange fur, this is also applied at the top of his thighs where they connect to his hips. Despite him eating well, he's quite thin and lean, ribs and other bones being very visible under his fur.

He has bright yellow eyes that stand out in the dark, as well as eight of them.

What he wears

In the beggining:

He can be seen wearing absolutely nothing

After Donnie finds him:

A cream colored (why does that sound so weird to say..?????? Cream?? Cream?? Cream????) straight jacket and grey shorts. His arms are broken and cuffed behind his back, as well as a bit roughed up from him clawing at himself, though you can't see this unless his straight jacket was taken off.

ATRIBUTES

Despite his many eyes 8 has less than par eyesight. He is permanently seeing through the equivalent of a foggy mirror. Due to this he relies mainly on his hearing and other senses. He can sense movement and sound and relies on that more than what he actually see's.

Yes he can make webs. Yes he does it frequently. Yes he traps food in them.

Eight is carnivorous and eats small animals ranging from mice, rabbits, rats, squirrels, cats, and more.

He is very flexible, horrifically so, it's quite scary.

Stims a lot, physically and verbally ranging from flapping his arms to nawing on himself or anything around him.

Eight can also climb on walls and ceilings with ease.

His memory is messy and confusing, sometimes coming back to him in random bursts.

No he is not related to Bw at all he has never even heard of her.

He is very good at sewing :)

PERSONALITY

Eight is just a silly goofy little guy. He talks a lot about everything on his mind all the time. If he thinks it he'll say it. Due to his "talk first think later" mentality, he often snaps back with snarky comments unintentionally or is just plain rude without noticing because he's literally just speaking his mind. He's working on it. Despite this he is genuinely very caring and nice and just wants friends to talk to for hours even if all they'll do is just sit and listen.

LIKES AND DISLIKES

Likes:

Small spaces

Other bugs!! Both to eat and play with :)

The dark

Ishida & mona!!!

Sweaters

Climbing, running, just moving around in general

Talking

Making friends :D

Eating

Dislikes:

Wolves cats and coyotes (steal his food)

Quite people

Being hungry

Rain

Being restrained or in any situation where he can't move around

BACKSTORY

Eight remembers nothing from before he was turned or even how he was turned. He woke up in a forest as a spider mutant and just kind of rolled with it, living in the forest for a while before getting bored and lonely, so he decided to explore. In his exploration he came across the turtles massive fucking mansion and was like "OMG SO MANY HIDING SPACES!!!" and pretty much just crawled in through somewhere (maybe an open window or a vent) he wandered around only intending to stay for a bit then head back to where he called "home" until he heard ishida and was in aw "COOL PERSON!!!!! :DDD" so he stuck around to see him again and became the houses unknown pest control, in return for consuming all rodents and other small animals he covered every possible hiding place in webs.

On another day of saying hi to an unknowing ishida (I mean he literally just. Sat in the shadows and waved at ishida or to him a green and white blurry thing. It's like waving at a character on a tv lol) he got distracted and slipped up, not noticing donnie and pretty much unable to see where he was freaked out and got his ass caught.. Oh no... :( BOZO sorry anyways and then starts a new era of being restrained and the looming threat of losing his arms and eyes ^^

It's unsure why he has such an interest in Ishida, maybe it's admiration? Maybe he thinks he's pretty?? Or maybe he's just really fucking hungry and wants to eat him, he does eat rabbits after all.... :/// idc what you interpret it as or whatever!! I'll literally just go with whatever people would want more ><

Haha okay thats all uh yea twirls hair and makes myself sick of anxiety 😞

To whoever see's this i hope u like and don't think im weird :3

[blimbo-buddy]

TW for mentions of trauma, abuse, grief, and fatphobia.

I personally think that the perspective of Turtle Tail is one rooted within human nature. Often, we realize too late how we have failed other and ourselves. We fumble to say what needs to be said and remain silent when we should be loud. It is a fault everyone understands yet condemns themselves for.

In my mind, Turtle Tail feared accepting Bumble because it would divide her. This is referenced all throughout, but is primarily clear here: "Because she was selfish. Selfish and desperate. Her heart was tearing itself apart when she looked between Gray Wing and Bumble. Dismissing Bumble made it easier for her. It was easier to dismiss Bumble because it was just "bullying." It was easier to dismiss Bumble because that meant she didn't have to touch her trauma."

Her first thought is her cover. Her heart had already been split between them. It cried so loudly for both of them. But if it was just that, then it would have been easier.

Her second thought is the truth. Accepting Bumble into the group meant that she would genuinely have to face what Tom did was traumatizing. It would make it hard to pretend she is okay when she isn't. She hasn't been, even before this happened. Both of them would have to talk about what happened and that terrified Turtle Tail.

Honestly, the reason I said "her trauma" rather than specifying was to muddy who Turtle Tail was referring to because I didn't know. You could assume it was Bumble, but was it? All at once, Turtle Tail meant herself, Bumble, and both of them. She meant everything surrounding it.

At heart, Turtle Tail loves Bumble. She tore herself up over that moment every day. She had nightmares and the regret had already plunged its claws into her, even if she hadn't fully realized. But, because nobody could see that she wasn't okay, she never said anything because that meant she could keep up her façade.

So, what happens now that Turtle Tail's façade has shattered?

PS: My friends and girlfriend are all crying with you. I casually slipped the Turtle Tail & Bumble angst into their lives... They must become truthers of the new canon.

PS Part 2: People should use accidental canon flaws more often imo. It's great for angst and character growth. Characters, like people, don't always need to be forgiven and that includes the heroes. Because even the kindest and sweetest have made mistakes that have not been forgiven and that's okay. Regret is part of being alive, whether we like it or not.

PS Part 3: I would also just like to add that everything I write is through the character's eyes. Their thoughts are woven into the scenes. So, almost always, that's the character thinking, "I am horrible," but it's written within the narrative.

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Despair.

Turtle Tail is left to wallow in her regrets. Strength has long since left her body, leaving her dizzy with exhaustion and aching from her wounds. The thoughts that drift through her head are foggy and loose, yet she can hear them cursing her. Each and every last one curses her.

She closes her eyes, tears wetting her fur once more. Memories come rushing through her mind within an instant. Each and every one of them knows what she's done - what has happened - yet all she can do is watch.

"So," Bumble tilts her head as she giggles, "Whatcha think of daffodils?"

What an odd question. Turtle Tail furrows her brows and swipes her tongue across her paw as she thinks about it. "Daffodils..." She murmurs, trying to piece together an answer.

Happily, Bumble adds on, "I hear that there's a type called angels' tears! Isn't that amazing?"

"What's... an angel?" Turtle Tail finds herself asking. Never in her life has she heard of that creature - at least, she assumes it's a creature - before.

Bumble's vibrant yellow eyes light up. Purring loudly, the molly scoots closer and the bell on her collar jingles. "My mother they're beautiful bird-like creatures that take away suffering. The housefolk apparently are very reverent towards them. It's a bit sad that they've shed tears, but..." She grins wider than ever. "I think it's beautiful that their tears blossom into flowers that others can love."

The words trek slowly through her ears. She should really be paying more attention to the conversation, but... It's as if she has gotten herself lost in a meadow of never-ending warmth. Gosh, Bumble truly is gorgeous.

"Yeah." She says absentmindedly, her eyes unable to pry themselves away from Bumble's. "They must be the most beautiful of all."

She should have said that Bumble is far more beautiful than any tear-made flower. Nothing in this world is more beautiful than her heart filled with sunlight and her smile that cares for all. Why - no, how - could she ever turn against her...?

"Turtle Tail..." A hesitant voice cuts through her thoughts. The weak mew reminds her of a cat whose mere presence disgusts her third to two of the worst cats she has the displeasure of knowing still breathe. "I-"

"Do you want to get mad at me for hurting your dear brother, Gray Wing?" She snarls, shakily forcing herself to her paws. This is not an argument that Bumble should be subjected to. Stars above, it shouldn't even be happening. "Is that it?" She hisses and bares her fangs, yet she can't bring herself to open her eyes.

He called himself wise, but he agreed with everyone that Bumble was just a fat lump of fur. He made a mockery of Bumble. If he... If they both thought about it, then they wouldn't be here. The fates would have changed. Life would be better. It would be happier.

A nervous whimper slithers into her ears, making them flatten in an instant. "I'm worried about you. We don't have to get into my brother's actions, I know you think he did it, but-"

A fire is lit inside of her. Drawing back her lips, she yowls, "Excuses! All you're good for is excuses!" Her eyes open in an instant to see what pathetic expression is on his face. Gray Wing shrinks back, horror making his eyes sink into his skull.

Hate is a word that Turtle Tail used to never use, but now? It's all she can feel. This world is painted crimson and she's part of the sickening bunch. "We don't have to get into it, but let me slip in how innocent he is before I move on!" She seethes, spit flying onto Gray Wing's face.

Emotion makes the world dart around her. It flashes by her so quickly she can only catch a glimpse. The dread, disgust, and hatred leading to the whirling world reminds her of Bumble. When Bumble got excited, she raced around her with a bright smile and only stilled when she got too dizzy to continue.

"You want to know something, Gray Wing?" The hate in her voice cannot burn like fire. Despair turns her blood into ice and every step she takes closer to Gray Wing agonizes her. Every wound sears her body, but she doesn't let the pain she deserve leak into her expression. "Your brother is the reason I dug her grave."

Gray Wing's ears flatten and he recoils immediately. His fur puffs out as though it got hit by lightning. "It was a fox, Turtle Tail." He rebukes, tearing his gaze away from her. "Clear Sky isn't to blame. Besides," he appears nervous yet sure of himself - despite not daring to look her in the eyes - as he meows, "I wish that she could have found happiness, but she could have never lived wild with us in the hollow."

Her fur bristles at the words that leave Gray Wing's maw. "I misspoke." She mutters and digs her claws into the ground so she doesn't lash out. The temptation dangles before her, but she forces it to thrash within her chest. "Your brother might be the reason I dug her grave, but just because he was the murderer doesn't mean his paws are the only ones dirtied. I dug her grave alone, Gray Wing. I dug it alone."

A confused frown appears on Gray Wing's face. He sheepishly glances up at her, his whiskers twitching. "I would have helped if you asked." He offers up as if it means anything now.

Actions that come too late show change, but no one could ever trust them.

"Then why didn't you, Gray Wing?" She questions, narrowing her eyes onto the ground. A bee lands onto a half-crushed flower, yet it doesn't seem to mind the damaged goods. Instead, the bee happily pollenates as it often does before taking flight.

A bitter laugh rings through her ears. It's her own, yet her voice riddled with pure disgust sounds foreign to her ears. She's not innocent. Never again will she pretend to be. "What stopped you from offering to help me? Was it because I'm someone whose value has decreased? Do you think I'm worthless? Should I be thrown to the wayside? Or..."

She knows that her bitter remarks are not the truth. When she looked into his eyes during Bumble's exile, she should have realized then what they were saying. She should have sided with the right cat.

"Or is it because it's better for you if Bumble is dead?" The hammering of her heart makes it difficult to tell that she spoke. It feels as if the ground is being knocked from under her paws. This is the answer, isn't it?

Gray Wing opens his mouth.

His mouth stays open.

It stays open for just a bit longer.

Then it closes.

"I hope you go to sleep tonight and are haunted by what your actions have led to." Wispily, the words float into the air. She sluggishly turns her head away from Gray Wing as she focuses on the misshapen grave. It doesn't matter if they disown her. She has already lost the one who matters.

God, the part about her seeing it as easier to dismiss Bumble because she wouldn't have to face her own trauma is just heartbreaking. The two cats have trauma that stem from the same roots, Tom. They've both suffered from that bastard and they (TurtleTail in this case) cannot push away their trauma without also pushing the other's trauma away, as the two are linked together tightly. The part about if she were to accept Bumble into the group, she'd have to wake up and become aware of Tom's abusive and traumatizing actions. She'd have to face her trauma as her and Bumble's trauma, as said earlier, are linked, it is shared trauma. But as you said, the thought of finally needing to face that trauma head on scares TurtleTail, she doesn't want to be hurt by the memories anymore, but by putting it to the side, it lingers and grows and it's impact becomes greater as it is consistently brushed off. It's sad and depressing. But let's finally delve into the story, shall we?

Okay first things first I fucking love the flashback with Bumble and TurtleTail in the meadow, it's genuinely so sweet but also makes you sad when you realize what happens to them in the end. I love how Bumble explains the concept of angels and TurtleTail is just staring at her thinking "Gosh, you're pretty". Then it gets you even more sad when, again, you remember what happens to them later.

The dialogue and writing with TurtleTail snapping at GreyWing and the narrative also goes after GreyWing rightfully, not just TurtleTail. If this was Erin Hunter, they would have written it where TurtleTail blames herself but then thinks about how 'wise' GreyWing is or something and then the text goes on to praise him. But this isn't written by Erin Hunter. Both the text and TurtleTail scream at and berate GreyWing's pure stupidity, his negligence to focus on the situation at hand in favor of trying to defend his brother and instead of the story siding with him, it sides against him. God, and the part where the bad in TurtleTail's mind morphs into joyous thoughts and memories of Bumble, like Bumble unknowingly has a grip on TurtleTail's mind, a grip that only tightened when TurtleTail turned away from her and only got stronger as guilt ate away at her brain. And then to have GreyWing speak the line that TurtleTail originally spoke in Bumble's canon death scene is such a neat little touch, the text does not try to treat this as words of wisdom or an attempt to ease TurtleTail, that is what sets it apart and what makes it better from the canon. And to then have GreyWing attempt to pull a "Well I would have helped if you asked" on TurtleTail just reminds me of when BrambleClaw did the same when the truth about the three were revealed, he claims he would have helped, but knowing how he is, how sure are we that this would have been true? Also the little bumble bee not minding the destroyed flower is such a good little touch, I would go a bit into detail about what it could possibly mean but I can't formulate proper words to describe what I believe.

And to really hit you in the face like a brick, TurtleTail's line, "Or is it because it's better for you if Bumble is dead?" serves as a call back to the canon scene when GreyWing believed that Bumble had "taken away" TurtleTail from him. TurtleTail is confronting this, truly realizing GreyWing's true negative feelings towards the poor Kittypet, realizing that he was possibly happy that Bumble was now gone, happy that Bumble could no longer "take TurtleTail away". He believes TurtleTail belongs to him and only him, and this truth/realization hits TurtleTail's mind like a rock to the skull.

GreyWing may not be haunted by what his actions led to, but TurtleTail will. She'll never stop reminding him of the innocent life he was complicit in taking away. The very thing they both were complicit in. The very thing the moor cats were complicit in. Bumble was TurtleTail's world, her world is gone forever. Anon you have done it again, you've managed to deliver a heartbreaking story about TurtleTail and Bumble, you managed to make scenes that reminisce on happy times make me feel even more sad with the knowledge of what was to come. You wrote a story that doesn't side with GreyWing, hell, not even a story that sides with TurtleTail too. The story sides with Bumble, the victim of it all. I could go on and on about how clever the writing is and how you easily avoided everything that makes canon DotC horrible in every sense of the word. If this is the last entry in the TurtleBumble saga, I would be completely satisfied. An open ending that finishes on a note of tragedy, all we can do is assume what might come next, but we wouldn't know what would actually come next. Even with two of the three entries focusing on TurtleTail, it's clear who the story is really about. Bumble.

[rainytomorrows]

Donatello (x?) Reader | Different

I am so sorry for the lack of posts, if I could I'd go on a long rant about how life has been. Instead, I'm going to write a TMNT fic to cope!! I can't feel my face or my hands as I'm writing this so if you spot any mistakes it's the ghosts speaking through my fingers. Enjoy!

GN reader, I have Bayverse in mind but it's up to interpretation. Can be interpreted as romantic or platonic. (TW/CW: mentions of alcohol and marijuana) 1,032 words

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It was a cold night. Normally, on a night like this, you'd stay in your apartment with a warm drink and a good show on. Though, this wasn't most nights. Tears stung your face under the cold wind.

You'd been at a party earlier, as someone you were sort of friends with invited you. It wasn't your crowd, but it was a nice Saturday and you had no other plans.

You'd known drinks and all made it way harder for you to mask, but it had been a tough weekend. Surely you could hold your own if you only had a couple, but one thing leads to another and you felt way too dizzy for the amount you had.

You wipe the tears from your eyes, they clung to your skin and your clothes as choked sobs and sniffles came to the surface.

Sure, having autism was a struggle. But you liked to think it was generally under control. It gave some trouble with your social life and your work, but other than that it was generally less than harmful. Though, when you had left to sit near the toilet in the bathroom you couldn't help but overhear someone talking in the hallway.

It's a blur, as you realize someone had purposefully tricked you into smoking way too much. The familiar nauseated feeling arises and it all settles in. 'This shit sucks' my ass! You press your ear to the door, listening close

"I told them it doesn't work too," "Did you really?" Someone giggles, you can hear how funny it was to them. It made your blood boil.

"Uh-huh. Got them to hit a blinker, trust me you're gonna be laughing your ass off. They are so funny when they're high"

That bitch! They keep talking, something about the way you rambled or froze at times. The way jokes flew over your head, even the way you acted on a day to day.

The night goes on, you decide to leave. Struggling an embarrassing amount to order an Uber, you get yourself a ride back to your apartment, violently jiggling your key and dropping your things in before throwing your things off and changing into a comfortable outfit. There was near no hesitance in how you were rushing to the fire escape. You leaned over the railing, head in your hands.

You barely knew what you were upset over, you had every idea but all of them seemed to jumble in your head. Swaying slightly, you continued to cry quietly now in the cold atmosphere.

As if things couldn't get worse, there was a loud THUD beside you. Donatello was on patrol and decided to stop by to say hello. You turned to look at him, struggling through foggy eyes. Taking a long sip of water, you wipe away some tears and muster up the best speaking voice you could.

"Are you ok? Y/N, what happened?" "I, I don't,"

You stumbled over your words, groaning in frustration. Normally, by now, you'd have changed the subject. In your right mind, he wouldn't have even caught you like this. But, you were crossed. You were crossed and you were angry.

"It's alright, no need to be embarrassed Y/N." "Why do people stay friends with you if they don't even LIKE you." You yell, it was surprising. You often came off as pretty calm around the turtles. Donatello held a face of surprise, practically watching steam come out of your ears.

"They think I'm so funny, Donnie! They just think I'm some goddamn FREAK!" You throw your hands up, bringing them down to rub your temples in frustration.

"You, you look fine though" Donatello tries to comfort, not the best at it but he's trying. He's confused, most often he heard the word freak when it came to mutations and such. You were, completely normal as it seemed.

"I don't fucking act like it though! Apparently, I never do!" You're exasperated, almost out of breath. "I try so fucking hard, every day, and it bites me in my ass! I have spent my entire life doing nothing but making up for what my autism does to me socially, and it's just never enough!" Tears resurface, painting your face with red marks that will surely stay for quite a moment. "It doesn't make any sense! Does anyone really like me? Anyone who can tolerate me long enough, anyone who doesn't get bored of me eventually, only does it to keep me around as some sort of joke!" Your knuckles are pale, gripping the railing of the escape.

Donatello doesn't say a word, coming closer with his arms out. "I know, I know," He soothes. Taking you in a big hug, he pats your back. "I try to be so nice," You sniffle. Interrupted by a stern "You are" from Donatello. "You're funny, and you're kind. Don't let jerks affect how you view yourself" Your sniffles are muffled in his plastron, holding onto him tightly. Your knees weakened, quickly caught by his arms. "Why is it so hard to like me?" You broke into hard sobs, mumbling various inconsolable phrases. Donatello patted your back, unsure what to say. Instead, opening your window and carrying you in bridal style. "Let's get you to bed, Y/N" He consoled softly, setting you down as he pulled covers aside and fluffed pillows. You had already changed into pjs, so it was simple enough for him to simply dip you in.

Knowing your house well enough by now, he grabbed spare blankets and a glass of water. he handed you your drink and began to set himself up on the floor. "I'm listening, tell me everything"

He listened to you rant for hours, audibly becoming more and more tired before you passed out.

This was the first time Donatello had seen you like this, but not the last. Eventually, the two of you would start to visit each other over tea and speak about how unfair it was or otherwise. Not fitting in, one way or another. Even delving into anything else that would upset either of you.

It was good to have someone who really understood you.

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I don't give a shit if this is ass I can barely spell rn. Hopoe you all enjoyed I am going to try and get back into writing. I need to be called a good boy or I'm going to catch something on fire and explode. Have a good day/night, and a great life!

[infodumpingaboutnature]

Merry belated Christmas everyone!!! I’ve been wanting to make a post for a while now but things have been pretty hectic between coming back from my trip to Florida and helping my family with last minute preparations for Christmas. After that my brain needed a few days to just be goop but I’m back now and want to talk about something pretty cool! So while I was in Florida me and my bf went to go visit this wetlands called Green Cay where you can walk around a board walk and see some pretty cool birds and reptiles. The day we went was pretty cold and cloudy (it was like that for most of the time I was there) so that meant there weren’t many reptiles out but it also meant there weren’t many people there either so we got to see a lot of really cool birds!

As soon as we pulled up to the parking lot we were seeing birds such as blue jays, northern mocking birds, common grackles (of course), a red-bellied woodpecker, mourning doves, and a bunch of squirrels. I know none of those species are rare so it makes sense that I would see them but I think it’s so cool to see species that I’m used to like blue jays, squirrels, and woodpeckers hanging out in palm trees.

(Red-Bellied Woodpecker)

Next, we went into the visitor center where they had a few exhibits with animals. The first was a display about native frogs Vs invasive frogs that had Cuban tree frogs and cane toads for the invasive species and green tree frogs, pig frogs, and southern toads for the natives. Sadly, I could only find the Cuban tree frog, cane toad, and pig frog since the glass was super foggy and the frogs like to hide anyways. They also had an American kestrel named Kilee and an Eastern screech owl named Oliver in little flight cages. Both birds were born in the wild but now have injuries that prevent them from flying so they have to live the rest of their lives at the center. The sign said Oliver had been hit by a car and for Kilee it just said she had problems with her wing feathers so idk what happened to her. There was also two tanks one that had turtles (peninsula cooters, Florida softshell, and Florida red-bellied) and a second tank that had some baby American Alligators.

(Pig frog, Cuban tree frog, Kilee the American kestrel, Oliver the Eastern screech owl, peninsula cooter, and American alligator babies)

In the actual park we saw lots of cool species since there weren’t many people out. Like I said no alligators though since it was pretty cold out but we did see plenty of iguanas, a massive Florida Softshell in the water, and a basilisk lizard sitting in a tree!

(Large male green iguana and either a brown basilisk or a green basilisk who isn’t showing off his coloration we couldn’t tell)

That’s all the pics I can add to this post so I’m gonna make a part 2 with all the birds we saw.

[darkmatter-nebula]

Allister meets Terapagos

Hello! Thank you for the request!

I'm going to use this request as an opportunity to write the Plotscorbunny I have about Allister meeting Adaman at the Crystal Pool. 😁

Drabble: When I See You Again

It was a quiet day in Kitakami. Allister, who was an exchange student at the Blueberry Academy, was at the Crystal Pool. The shy and kindhearted little boy was in Kitakami because he heard the rumor about the Crystal Pool.

Suddenly, a tiny Pokemon showed up. Allister knew exactly who this cute little guy was. Terapagos. He looked at the Ghost Type Gym Leader with innocent eyes. Allister removed his mask and smiled softly at him.

Then, it was getting foggy. Allister's purple eyes widened as a certain someone was standing in front of him. "Adaman?" The young man heard Allister's timid voice and immediately turned around. "Allister!"

The eight years old little boy couldn't hold back his tears of joy. "I missed you so much!" Allister practically threw himself into Adaman's arms. "And I missed you! It's good to see you again, Allister." Adaman cried tears of joy too.

"But... how is this possible? I was on my way to Jubilife Village, but then I was here! What is this place?" Adaman asked. "This is the Crystal Pool in Kitakami. I think our meeting is possible thanks to him." Allister explained as he glanced at Terapagos.

"Well then, thank you for reuniting me and my little brother figure!" The leader of the Diamond Clan smiled gently as he turned to Terapagos. The turtle let out very happy noises. Allister wanted to talk to Adaman much longer, unfortunately...

"The fog slowly disappears. I guess our time is about to end." The small boy whispered, a sad expression on his sweet face. "Even if Time and Space separates us, we will always be friends, Allister! Now and forever."

Not that much later, the fog was almost completely gone. "Farewell, Allister. Stay safe, my friend." These were Adaman's last words before he returned to Hisui. "Farewell." Allister whispered, a tiny smile on his face.

"I hope that this wasn't our last meeting, Adaman." Allister said quietly as he put on his mask again. Soon, he would return to the Blueberry Academy. He was determined to make his family and friends proud. He was a very intelligent boy, after all.

The End

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Megamind found himself in... yet another foggy building. "This is getting boring..." He walked up to another character.

[BROCK: ...the truth is...]

And he was thrown into a battle with this 'Brock'.

He sent out a creature that looked like a blue frog with a bulb on its back named 'GHOSTS'. "That doesn't look like a ghost," he said as LEAF automatically sent out LONLINESS. It went down in very few TACKLEs.

Next was an orange lizard with its tail on fire named 'TRICKED', then a blue turtle with a curled tail named 'HIM'. They were both felled just as easily.

[Continue...] [LEAF received the BOULDERBADGE from BROCK!]

Megamind stared further as the screen faded back to the overworld.

[BROCK: Haha...] [LEAF received TM39 from BROCK. LEAF put the TM39 in the TM CASE.] [BROCK: The ghosts tricked him... Go on, he's waiting for you.]

He left the building, entering yet another one. "What is with these door layers or whatever?" He was allowed back through the door, as he had the Boulder Badge... and despite what he expected, he found himself in yet another weird landscape named 'PERISH'. "At least this one's outside... He walked along the path laid out for him, talking to the ghosts along the way.

[Breathe the air while you still can. Hee hee...] [Your time's almost up.] [Once you learn the truth... you'll join LONLINESS in the afterlife. You'll learn what it means to be like us!]

Megamind made a face, walking around until he found Blue again.

[BLUE: LEAF! Wh-why are you looking at me like that?!] [BLUE: ...What did I do?] [BLUE: ...LEAF...] [BLUE: I... I abandoned EEVEE after RATICATE died... The ghosts... they lied to me! I swear... they tricked me!]

"I don't think you're telling me everything," Megamind commented, heading back... and finding himself trapped in Pokemon Tower, graves surrounding LEAF as well as ghosts. "Uh-- I can't get out!"

[gr33napple]

Broken Visions

Sooooooooo I made a Donnie angst thing because rando motivation. I have some good ideas for this, so stick around if you're interested!

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Chapter 1: Krang

The tendrils swallowed him, pulling him under the writhing mass of krang flesh. The feeling in his limbs faded, his mind fuzzy. What happened in seconds felt like hours, the connection of the ship to his mind. He wasn't just linking to it, he was the ship.

He could hear Mikey call his name, though he hadn't fully connected. Still, he could see his brother, could move the ship, could feel the energy of the enormous vessel.

"I am a spaceship!"

He began inacting the plan, manipulating the ship. The technodrome started through the portal. Then, a huge yellow eye glared at him, radiating disgust. Before Donnie could think, Krang Prime snatched him from his control, launching him from the panel.

Right before he was ejected, visions assaulted his senses. He could see millions of worlds destroyed, blood and carnage as far as the eye could see. He could hear the screams, the terrified panic of the inhabitants. He could smell the ash, the fear, the blood.

Most of all, he could feel the hatred. The overwhelming sense that he was inferior; that his family, his world, his existence, was disgusting, and that it deserved to burn.

When he was tangled in the vines, everything was going wrong. He could see his brothers, Leo fighting Raph, Mikey caught like him, Raph's slimy pink additions. His twin was losing, every swipe one inch closer to home. Leo's words weren't reaching their big brother. Finally, Raph's tentacle wrapped around Leo's neck. Still, he kept talking, kept trying get Raph back.

When he snapped out of it, a red burst of energy flowed into the room, the power startling them all. For a second, things were looking up. Then Leo was snatched, caught up in the same trap they were.

The rough, black tendrils pressed into his shell and skin, threatening to take over. He was starting to drown.

The only thing that kept him afloat was his brothers. He felt Raph's ninpo, tugging him back to the surface. Leo followed, their power surging through him. He and Mikey joined, breaking out of their spiney prisons.

It was payback time.

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Back at the lair, everyone needed medical attention. Raph's eye was jacked, Leo was a walking bruise, Mikey's hands were cracked and burned, and Donnie's shell was a mess. Splinter tried his best to treat thier wounds, but Leo was the closest thing to a medical expert they had.

Leo had tried helping, but Splints shoved him back onto a recovery bed. He had a cracked shell, bruised ribs, multiple broken arm bones, and many cuts and bruises. The old man followed medical books' instructions for casts and stitching, patching up his Baby Blue as well as he could.

Mikey had burn salve and bandages all along his arms. Raph had an eyepatch and some bandages on his shoulder. Raph took care of their wounds, trying to keep his dad's focus on Leo. Casey was going around the room, taking turns helping each brother.

Donnie was a different story. He wouldn't, couldn't talk. He signed what he needed to. He had cuts in intricate patterns all along his soft shell, ranging from super shallow to over an inch deep. April was in charge of cleaning his shell, with some knowledge from her quarter-long medical class. It burned, and they had to take breaks between each section. Finally, it was time for staples.

Casey had the most knowledge of the process, having used a medical stapler quite a few times on his turtles. He had to be sedated, the small needle piercing his skin with a pinch. The cool liquid did its job, and he felt himself slipping. It was a familiar feeling, his limbs slowly fading from his control, his mind getting foggy. Before he could panic, he was unconscious.