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“Isn’t it crazy how quickly the night changes?”

I made another digital painting :] It’s been quite a while since my first one so I wanted to try it again. This time it’s about Nile. The Reilerg on the left in the first slide is his mum. Timelapse and extra stuff is under the cut.

I’ve got so much to share about my ocs and their backstories but I don’t really know how to share it without info dumping. So I’ll let u decide why she’s not in the second picture. I was gonna allude to it more but I couldn’t fit her in w/out it looking too crowded.

Ephemeral Experiences

Once again I have taken a word like TREE and used it to write a dark, twisted, little tragedy.  I don’t even know how to explain this one really without giving it away.  I will say that its dark, and a lot of things are implied, but nothing stated outright.  Really just a single bad choice, and then some very improbable consequences… The world spun, or was it is her that was spinning, round and…

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The Perfectionist

I have to start with May the 4th be with you! This week’s six sentence story prompt by girlontheedge was CONTROL, and it got weird. What started with a perfectionist researcher being interrupted turned a little strange, and well it’s up to you if you want to interpret this as horror/fantasy or take it as a metaphor. The sounds of Bach’s Cello Suite No 1 came from a waterproof speaker mounted…

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Nos Sumus in Tenebris

Nos Sumus in Tenebris

This week’s six-sentence story prompt by girlontheege was EDGE. I wrote about a woman walking home after dark, with the feeling she is being followed. Or alternative summary “you aren’t afraid of being alone in the dark, you are afraid of not being alone in the dark.” She wasn’t a paranoid person, and she couldn’t explain it, but tonight as she walked down the empty street towards her house she…

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Blackout

This weeks story is dark, cold, and creepy. The tragic effect of a power outage in winter, and the story of someone who has no where else to go. This is the story of Margaret, and I don’t want to give anything else away, but this is the kind of story that ends up in criminal minds… So reader beware. Margaret knew if there had been any light at all in the basement she would be able to see her…

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Those Post Christmas Blues...

Those Post Christmas Blues…

This week’s response to the picture prompt on the Writer’s Mess, ended up being a follow up to last weeks rather disturbing story.  It works as a stand alone, but this is what happens the day after Christmas, that little letdown that follows the holidays for some of us, but obviously not for all the same reasons. The crackling fire that had warmed his heart before Christmas day, now gave him a…

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How about a Soda?

Hello hello and welcome to this month’s Microfiction Monday.  I admit, this one seems to have grown legs, but I couldn’t cut it down, and I couldn’t seem to make it grow.  Follow our narrator, known only as Beanie, as she takes the trip of a lifetime after winning a contest and finds that not everything is as it seems. It was the trip of a lifetime, and she won the contest, the first thing she…

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I've decided to try my hand at @traumas-tmntober-2024

Day One: An Old Favourite

La Primera Telenovela

Word Count: 1064

If you had asked Leonardo what came to mind when thinking of an apocalypse before the night The Krang ripped open the sky then he would have spoken of battles and death mid combat. The agonising pain of loss wouldn’t have been something his teen self would have dwelled on. Now after years of war, Leo had a different sense of loss. He wouldn't think a simple show would have him shedding long held tears. OR Leonardo finds the finale he and Splinter bonded over so many years ago before The Kraang invaded. Leo gets to share that painful favourite hobby with his pseudo-son. (Warning: Author is British and refuses to use American spellings for sanity's sake.)

If you had asked Leo what came to mind when thinking of an apocalypse before the night the Krang ripped open the sky then he would have spoken of battles and death mid combat. The agonising pain of loss wouldn’t have been something his teen self would have dwelled on. Now after years of war, Leo had a different sense of loss.

Archiving things was difficult in the apocalypse. Donnie had tried originally to save things to a personal cloud but that got too difficult to maintain and was needed for more important things and he eventually got too busy upgrading equipment for them and their sister bases to be able to focus on remembering the past. That left external devices and drives.

One of these drives was on Splinter’s small shrine. They had already had to move shelters many times but they were usually able to stay for a couple of months meaning they had the liberty to allow their father’s belongings to be displayed. Leo always kept a sack nearby to dump the shrine into if they have to get up and go… again.

Leo wasn’t sure what possessed him that night. He should have been sleeping. They had an important mission in the morning. They didn’t have unlimited electricity so wasting this tablet’s charge on this was truly wasteful and self indulgent but he couldn’t help it. He loaded up the saved episode of the finale of the first telenovela he and Splinter had watched together. Adverts and all.

This was their favourite telenovela even as he’d grown and had widened the list of spanish dramas they had watched together, they always returned to the first and binged it annually before the apocalypse. A truly golden piece of media and easily his favourite despite the awful writing and the admittedly bad cinematography, even for the time. There were some scenes where you could even see the full crew during tracking shots.

He let himself indulge in Maria’s story as she murdered her ex-fiance Alejandro and ran into her mother as she tried to hide the body. More beloved characters appeared reminding him of the old arcs from that season and the ones to follow in the following. Suddenly the screen had distorted with drops of water and he instinctively looked at the pipes on the ceiling praying that they weren’t yet again leaking and wasting the incredibly limited water they had.

That’s when he felt it. There were tears on his face, they were so silent he hadn’t even noticed the salty waste had escaped. He turned the screen off and used his cape to wipe the screen dry whilst forcing the tears to stay in when he heard the familiar pitter patter of his charge’s footsteps approaching: Casey Jones Junior.

“Master Leonardo?”

Leo cringed. He didn’t feel like the Master he was meant to be but he hid that behind a smile and lifted an arm up for the pre-teen boy to crawl into. He hugged the boy tight and didn’t ask why he was up, like he had many times in the past. He did so especially after Cassandra’s passing but it often just led to unbridled fury that didn’t belong on the child’s face. He had already suffered so much loss but he always offered to listen if he needed it.

Honestly, his need for comfort after such nightmare’s could be due to anything from the war although they did tend to find it took more to shake the ‘apocalypse babies’ but also found it harder for them to cope with what did. Casey often just needed a firm hug and someone who he was sure would watch over him to keep the nightmares away but he never did go to sleep straight away.

“Hey Case, wanna see what this is?”

Leonardo waited for the tired nod before he turned the screen back on and rewound the episode. He spent the next 10 minutes explaining what a telenovela is and the plot of the season previewing this episode before playing it.

This time he got his entertainment watching Casey’s expression light up. He didn’t get to watch many video feeds and the most common one was that of the security cameras that Donatello monitored. He paused the video every time Casey wanted clarification. Leo hadn’t taught Casey much Spanish. There wasn’t a huge need to be rich in multiple languages beyond how to have basic conversations and communicate directions and supplies. Explaining why Jose and Rosemary were robbing Maria’s childhood house excited much joy, however.

It didn’t take long though to see Casey’s eyes drooping and struggling to focus on the finale, no longer asking if the grocery store he had seen was real or why there were full homes for just a couple of people. He was quiet and Leo waited until he was snoring softly before he turned the tablet off and took Casey back to bed.

He would never watch a telenovela with his father again. He would never get to hear his father’s rambles about why Penelope was the worst character in the series. He would never get to hold his dad’s hand as the climactic monologue started and they revealed the plot twist they had already rewatched countless times over. He would never have his pops there to give him advice. He’d never have his dad’s hug again and they were already rare.

Leonardo hated that he missed his dad’s death. He never got his moment to say goodbye. His father had to pass without knowing if he was going to be okay. All because of that stupid portal. He hoped from the grave that his dad’s spirit got to see him become a resistance leader that would make him proud. Be proud of the kid they had all practically adopted after Cassandra went out fighting, like the warrior she was.

He hoped Splinter knew how much he missed hanging out with him and loved him. He hoped he hadn’t lost his love with that stupid stunt.

He placed the drive back on the shrine and put the tablet back into the room they used to plan missions and hold important decision meetings: needing the distinction so they didn’t have arguments everywhere around the shelter.

He would try to get some sleep but the ghosts of the past may haunt him all night.

I really wanted to try doing a fic a day for a month and I've decided today is the day. I originally based this off of an idea @agalactichalo gave me. "A used to be shared hobby between you and someone who died." Which immedietly got the cogs in my little lizard brain turning and I just had to!

Hope everyone who reads this enjoys it!!

Donnie Data Collection!!

I woke up with Fear Mind [TM] today, and it gave me the idea to draw this. I like how it turned out!

I'm not sure what version of Nightmare this is. Maybe a Passive/Lavender that somehow isn't aware of the ways his world has horrifically changed, and doesn't remember parts of his past. He keeps seeing vines[?] in the corner of his vision and he doesn't know where his brother is.

Nightmare by jokublog

Below the cut is a mini-fanfic I wrote based on the idea. Apologies if it is not the best quality, I'm tired. [!Warning for paranoia/fear and implied character death.]

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Lavender couldn't find Dream.

He had looked everywhere. Behind the decrepit houses, all around the gray fields, and he had even climbed looked around the strangely familiar tree stump to see if he was somehow hiding behind it. Everywhere he could think of, other than outright checking inside the wreckage of the former homes.

But he couldn't find him.

And Lavender had a horrible feeling that it was all his fault.

Did... did he say something mean to Dream? Did he scare him away? Was he so monstrous that Dream had to leave?

No. He wouldn't do that to his brother.

Right?

An equally bad thought suddenly occurred to him, too sharp for him to ignore.

Did Dream find out what the villagers thought of Lavender?

Did he agree with them?

Did they all go somewhere else far away, leaving Lavender behind?

...

[Is that why no one else seemed to be in town...?]

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[Keep in mind that Lavender is an unreliable narrator, for various reasons.]

In case you are slightly worried: The mini-fanfic I wrote above does not reflect my own feelings. And don't worry about the Fear Mind [TM] thing, I went outside after drawing and I felt better pretty quickly ^^

Was listening to Now or Never by Elvis and had a rather angsty thought, so I made this 💛

(I have a thing for drawing song lyrics and I got two more things like this but they're l o n g e r)

Sad Boi Hours Sad Boi Hours Sad Boi Hours Sad B

(Lyrics from here!^^^)

23 - Suit

Estinien helps Kaida post-Vault as she comes to term with grief and injury.

HW spoilers.