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thegodovereverything · 7 months
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prompt: Unlikely Pet
Gen: 2012
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@tmntober-2023
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It was cold today. Heavy smog snakes through tightly packed buildings, making Donnie have to squint in order to see ahead of him. He was out looking for the fallen mutagen canisters today, without his brothers. Leo had let them all know–way too loudly to be true–that he was going on a solo patrol as he hurried out of the lair. Due to the trackers Donnie had put in him–and the rest of his brothers–as Leo slept around three years ago, Donnie knew that was a blatant lie. He’s been hanging out in the same apartment complex for about an hour every week.
Honestly, Donnie was thankful for it. If Leo was home when Donnie had left a much bigger fuss would’ve been put up. Instead, he just waved to Raph and Mikey, who were in the middle of an intense pinball tournament, and went out, mutagen tracker in hand. 
Its steady beat was the only noise while Donnie walked to the manhole cover that would grant him entry to the world above. The tiny beeps of the tracker were swallowed by the hustle and bustle of New York. He seemed to have come out in the middle of some parade, as an indescribable amount of people decked out in rainbows walked forwards. Mm, he didn’t realize pride was today. It probably would work to his advantage, as so many people will be distracted by the pride. 
Using a nearby fire escape, Donnie brought himself on top of the building. He couldn’t see the parade that well from the top, the heavy smog ensured that, but entrancing flashes of colors made a stunning lightshow. 
It wouldn’t hurt to watch for a little bit, would it? The tracker indicated that the mutagen canister wasn’t far and wasn’t moving, and Donnie doubted that would change in just five minutes. So, he settled down to watch pride for a bit. 
It made him feel…something. Seeing (well, more the impression of seeing), so many people come together and proudly stand for who they were. For some odd reason it made him think of Casey. Of his ugly smile, crooked and joyful, causing a strange fluttering in Donnie’s stomach. Or how he’d listen, lounging back, as Donnie rambled. Casey putting his arm behind Donnie head on the couch like the teenager has done for April so many times before. Of Casey giving Donnie his own nickname, that nobody else used. Of–
A long tube flew at his face. It was long, and furry, and had claws that told him instantly that it was alive. The strange animal frantically tried to claw its way off Donnie, pushing his mask over his eyes. Donnie flailed his arms, trying to both toss the animal off of him and protect his eyes. He failed on both counts.
The claws were stuck in the fabric of his mask, causing the animal to freak out, wiggling and clawing. After about a minute Donnie calmed down enough to do more than scream and try and grab the animal. 
“Ok, this is completely fine. I just have a weird ferret stuck to my face…just gotta… slowly… pull him off my face. Yeah…. Oh boy.”
Carefully, Donnie grabbed the still flailing animal's claws, wincing as its frantic clawing increased. Cuts must be littering his head by now. Gently, he pulled the claw from his mask, sighing in relief when it came out without much fuss. Ok, one claw down, nineteen more to go.
He worked methodically, slowly. The parade had already passed by him by the time he got the eighth out. By the eighteenth the animal had calmed down enough for Donnie to support its butt as he removed the final claw.
It was heavy and limp in his hands. The animal curled up to Donnie on his lap, apparently exhausted from all the hard work Donnie did to free it. He took this time to observe it. The animal was like a mix between a ferret and a cat. The face was small with wide ears set on either side of its face. It was covered in dark brown fur, with only a lighter strip on the bottom of its chin. Its tail was short and fluffed up, wrapped around its tiny body. Its claws were still out, lightly poking at Donnie’s thigh. 
He tried to tell what animal it was. He didn’t recognize it from anything native to America, but he vaguely remembered when Raph was into Japanese wildlife. His brother would interrupt Donnie in the middle of something just to rant about some new species he found out lived there. Donnie would try to remember what his brother talked about (no matter what his brothers said, he did care to pay attention to their interests, thank you very much), but it always felt like Mikey was so much better at remembering that stuff than him. 
He did remember this one animal, purely because Raph and Mikey made such a big deal about it. He wasn’t able to go five minutes without them shoving a photo of it in front of his face, asking him to comment on its cuteness. At first he’d mumble an agreement, but he became assaulted so often with the animal's image that he started banning even mentioning its name in the lair. Being in charge of the Wi-Fi had some benefits…
That was years ago, however, and he struggled to recall its name. Stable? Cable? Shable? Hm. He stared at the animal, poked its side. It stared up at him in reproach for a second before laying back down.  He could remember that they were carnivores and were rare too see due to their shyness, but that was about all he remembered. Oh, and they delay development of the embryo for about eight months. He had that pleasant factoid burned into his memory for no reason. But, alas, he didn’t have a clue what the animal's name was. Just that it was a long way from home. 
Careful not to disturb the resting animal, Donnie called Raph on his shell cell. His brother would know what to do, even if he claimed to have completely lost interest in it. 
“What.” Raph’s greeting was friendly as always.
“Well, Raph, remember when you talked about those animals from Japan? One of them is on my lap right now and I could really use some assistance here.”
His brother grunted, “Fine,”
Raph got there in three minutes. Donnie passed the time waiting by lightly stroking the animal. The only noises were the distant sounds of people partying to loud music. Pride apparently continued long after the parade. He was still lightly stroking the animal when Raph arrived, launching himself onto the rooftop. 
“Oh sewer apples, how’d you get a Sable?”
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oceandiagonale · 2 months
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okay. 42 inbox, 31 drafts. not all of them are oc sunday things but a lot of them are,,,,, hmm,,,,
(for the new folks, oc sunday is a thing where people send in their pokemon ocs and I post them because having ocs is rad and everyone has their own spin on the pokemon world/plots/stories. but I haven't done it since last july)
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boltlightning · 8 months
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thinkin about...digital friendships and how you still learn your friends' mannerisms even if you've never seen their faces or heard their voices. like knowing when someone is on their phone and not their computer based on their capitalization or autocorrect. or being able to tell where someone is based on when they reply. leaving asynchronous messages for a friend to read after work. adopting each other's phrases. forming a secondary language together through emote reacts or tag systems. calling each other screen names even when you've learned their in-person name. slowly learning schedules to make digital plans more efficiently than almost anyone does in real life. idk it's just got me misty-eyed that friends in your phone really are friends in your phone!! they're right there!! they're just right there chillin and they've got their own lives but somehow your paths crossed and changed something about you forever, miles and miles away
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running-in-the-dark · 7 months
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I have about two hours until I'll be too tired to think. I have to send the new exposé for my thesis to my advisor this morning (not an official deadline but it basically is).
I haven't written a single word yet. not one. sooo it's going great!
I cleaned my desk - that was very helpful and I should have done it first, but it felt like a waste of time. which is stupid because I know myself - I can't focus when there's stuff lying all around me. I also started reading the book on how to write a thesis that I got a few weeks ago. it's very very helpful. should have started reading it when I got it. but I didn't, so, yeah. this is where I'm at rn.
I'll go back to watching study with me videos (I forgot how much those help 😭)/having them on in the background, and try to get something done before I fall asleep.
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giverofempathy · 4 months
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i love love love it when things work out for me today was so good !!!!
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Semi-ranty post (it's kinda long so I put a divider lol)
Y'all ever get so unbelievably angry that you feel like ripping out your own teeth using your bare hands? Or is that just me? ... I have healthy ways of dealing with stress and anger; why do you ask? Really is times like these when I realize that I have issues displaying and conveying my emotions. Like I want to pull out my own hair (which I used to do and apparently that's not a good thing lol) and scream. ... As bad as it is to say, I wish I was normal. Seriously hate how my brain functions. (not trying to shit on the rest of the neurodivergent folks; please don't take it as that.) (Also, just in case someone asks: I can't afford therapy so venting via socials is the best I've got... Since I don't talk to my parents about how I feel either.)
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la-galaxie-langblr · 9 months
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screech
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le-velo-pour-dru · 7 months
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I'm not gonna lie, I've been nervous about doing this inbox trick-or-treat thing, cause I wanna make sure I give people good stuff y'know!! I don't wanna give them something they wouldn't like, and I'm also not sure if I should adhere too much to the Halloween theme or not. I'm starting to understand the idea that it Literally Doesn't Matter though, and it's just silly and fun and you can do whatever you want :3 🩷
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bhaalsdeepbat · 25 days
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Tagged by @tadpole-apocalypse to post my current 5 favorite songs. thank you so much for tagging me <3
Counting Bodies Like Sheep to the Rhythm of the War Drums - A Perfect Circle
Desire - Meg Myers
Snuff - Slipknot
Tongues & Teeth - The Crane Wives
System - Chester Bennington
tagging @justabiteofspite, @cleric4vampire, @wizardarchetypes, @ineadhyn, and @dragon--sage
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byanyan · 1 month
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...staring at my drafts and realizing i should perhaps consider pausing on answering ask prompts to start getting caught back up on those instead bc the number is back in the 40s & i just found a starter i completely forgot about bc it got lost on the second page :x
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umilily · 2 months
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pros of having plans with friends: friends
cons of having plans with friends: plans
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supernovasilence · 1 year
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both delighted and furious that there are 658* works in the Goncharov tag on ao3
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because on the one hand this is objectively hilarious. I love people. but on the other hand this movie that doesn't even exist has more fics than half my ships
*I would have sworn the number was 610 and am now desperately convincing myself I misremembered it and not that people wrote 48 new fics between when I started making this post and when I went back to get a screenshot. also no I do not know what the beelzebub thing is about. that's just what the tag is
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Uni lecture is making me think about my future for a minute and auuuggghhhh the agonies
#personal#taking a brief break from it bc the feeling hasnt quite overwhelmed me yet but i dont think I'm going to be okay by the end of it!#its asking me to consider what my strengths are. what kind of role I'd like to have in the industry when i graduate#these are questions that i SHOULD certainly have answers to but they kind of just make me not wanna be alive yk? bc i have no answers#I'm not really good at much. like the things I'm best at I'm still completely unexceptional#what are my strengths? don't have any. next question#what job do i want to have in the industry? well that requires an answer to the first question doesn't it#not to mention it requires me to think about graduating and having a job and I've simply never imagined myself getting that far#and i can only give this so much of my attention span bc I'm also thinking about how hard i failed my modules from last semester#my best grade this year has been a c#one of them is a marginal fail meaning i do the reassessment this year (i think)#the other is a hard f. what does that mean? do i resit the entire course next year? maybe#and i can't look it up just yet bc i need to make it through the lecture bc I'm really far behind this other module already#and it's only week 3 and i have a presentation tomorrow#and if i stop watching it im not convinced I'll bring myself to start watching again!#so instead i was just sitting here trying not to get overwhelmed by all of the things i should be thinking about!!!#that's why I'm making the post tbh. just to organise my thoughts and get it out of my system and give myself time to breathe#and my phone keeps buzzing while i type and if it does that one more time i will launch us both out of the window I'm so fucking done#semester has barely begun and im so fucking overwhelmed already#I've joked about being the token nt mutual before but honestly the past few years I've just been getting gradually more convinced I'm not#this can't be how everyone else is experiencing life. surely#like dude I'm so out of fucking touch w the concept of being a human#so in summary: augh the agonies
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guntapon · 1 year
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someone PLEASE give me the strength and courage to continue working on this video
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canceriancryptid · 7 months
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bunn-iiii · 10 months
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i kinda don't want to go back to camp but some of my stuff is still there
#so basically i have to go home every weekend (go home Friday after lunch go back sunday after lunch)#which means i have to go back tomorrow#and all i want to do is talk to the silly people on my phone and not be extremely misgendered and unable to correct people#cause telling campers my pronouns isn't camp appropriate.#sometimes this camp makes me want to die a little#but i already paid for the three weeks and i don't want to just waste that money#and i have some fun#but it kinda sucks to be there without my phone and it's hot out and i get misgendered and asked why i have a cane and told to get over my#meltdowns by another C.I.T amd there's never ang silemce except when I'm sleeping and the food isn't great and my schedule has to completely#change for it and i have to go to bed early and i have to stand the sun to lead songs and I'm almost always moving or standing and everyone#is loud all the time and singing during meal times is hell cause the lodge echoes so it's just really loud and i cried 4 times last week and#had about 2-3 meltdowns in five days#and I'm exhausted from it and i can't do what i used to love doing at that camp because it causes me so much pain#and no other person at the camp has mobility issues besides the 70 uear old CIT director that very obviously doesn't fully believe i need my#cane or to sit down frequently or take breaks#so yeah I'm a bit overwhelmed#not to mention i don't even know if i want to be a counselor at that camp anymore because of the whole pronouns thing#the media director said i might be able to join the media team they want to put together#and i really love this camp cause I've been going to it for so fuckin long and I've wanted to be a counselor here since my first week as a#camper#but it's all a lot#and i don't know if i should take a stand and be like “nope I'm not gonna let you treat me like this you just lost a future employee” or#just suck it up?#i hate breaking promises i made to myself in the past#and i told myself i was gonna be a counselor here no matter what#but i just dont know if i can take all that bs all summer every summer#ugh#tw vent
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