#dawnie writes

[purpleleafsyt]

Hi! I adore your tmnt iteration designs!

What happened (who I’m assuming is) Donnie’s jaw? It looks like it’s made of metal(which looks really cool by the way!).

Aaah I'm so glad you like them!! I thought so hard about their designs shfhd

And you're right! You are asking about Donnie, thoughhhh they go by a different name, all the turtles except Venus do!!

(Which,,, is Dawni, because I couldn't find a name that stuck and so I thought "wouldn't it be cute if I spelt his name differently? And then that stuck lmao)

Anyways!! I would like to preface this with saying I am in no way a medical professional, and am bullshitting everything the entire way with baseline research while also combining a fictional and hardly explained magic with real science. I am so sorry if nothing makes sense or is filled to the brim with inaccuracies lmao

His jaw. Yeah it's made up of a mystic-mechanical metal, and is a prosthetic.

I don't want to go too far in depth about Everything that happened, but I took inspiration from Rise and Bayverse that the turtles were made in a lab, and intentionally as,, weapons.

So, while the turtles and Splinter were mutating things went very very wrong, and the lab started to explode. Splinter could only get to one turtle and save them before being forced to flee, the other three being lost elsewhere.

(So, this is also a separated au)

Except Dawn, who was trapped and hurt very badly from everything, but don't worry! The mutagen is keeping them alive(yay) and in a whole lot of pain(not yay)

Basically, since they were created intentionally, the mutagen was coded specifically with enhanced healing, and while the mutation process is going on it keeps the subject stable, which spreads to like, injuries.

Dawn lived only because Draxum found them in a relatively short timeframe, and rushed them into intensive care, where it was necessary to amputate. Dawn stayed in the ICU for,, A Long Time before finally healing enough to be released. It took even longer for the prosthetic arm and leg as Draxum was not like, the most familiar with tech, he's still an alchemist in this iteration.

A cuter fact is that's why Dawn got interested in science and building things, because half of their limbs is mechanical and their father is A Scientist and that is so cool, isn't it?

As for all the rest of it,,, I oh so helpfully drew a ref of it

(if you need me to write out the notes, don't be afraid to ask!)

Aaand of course, you can ask clarifying questions (though, depending on the question, may not be answered because of Plot aha)

#purpletalks #purpleask #Mashed Multiverse #mashed multiverse au #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt au #ref #Donnie #Dawni #This was so fun to write out ohhh I love when. asks #Little thing I do need to point out is the photograph art was made in February and only posted now #so since then I've added a little bit more detail to Dawn

[ray-jaykub]

Hi! I'm a new follower! @hagelpaimon recommended you for this specific request. If you're interested, I was wondering if you could write some Bayverse fluff for me.

F!Reader has a southern accent and even though it isn't thick, there are certain words she says that makes her sound like a country bumpkin. And her turtle S/O (lovingly, of course) teases her for it. You can make it for each turtle or just Donnie. And you can make it NSFW if you wanna. Whatever you think fits! Thank you and happy writing 🐢💙❤️💜🧡

Thought I would crawl out of my adult cave and answer an ask that spoke to me. And as a country bumpkin (hoot hoot, very, very south georgia), I can say this hits the mark. I'm gonna do a little of all the turtles and

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Now, as someone who grew up around people who talked like me, I assumed I could hide it well. But that wasn't until I started sending audio messages back and forth with @moxfirefly did I realized how bad it was... Now I've never tried writing a southern accent, despite having one, so bear with me.

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Leo:

- He finds it so endearing and sweet and just can't find it in his heart to make fun of you

- Like, the way you call his name? The twang makes him smile because that means time with you

- His brothers and him obviously don't get out and talk to people, so I can imagine they're probably a lil stumped on why you sound the way you do

- Luckily, Leo is an old western movie fan, so at least he knows Cowboys.... please be patient with him

- If you're shy about the way you talk, he won't acknowledge it, but over time, he hopes you two get comfortable enough that you'll express yourself more

- Seriously, can't get over when you call him or his brother's names. Like omg they just said "Dawnie" and the way you pronounce Manhattan?

Raphael:

- Why you sound like that??

- Definitely believes you're from some weird part of New York, or God forbid Jersey

- Won't and will not understand unless you play country music for him and go like "these are my people"

- makes you a country mix, even if you don't like country. He's trying! You can't deny him that

-He says it's to make you feel "closer to home" and honestly, it lowkey works when you're feeling home sick

- He sees a cowboy film??? Prepare for him to throw a cowboy hat on your noggin

-Save a horse ride a cowboy, yeah? (I'm cringing)

Donnie:

- LOVES IT, ADORES IT

- He's really big on dialect and accents, especially for someone he fancies

- Will ask you to say certain words at random times of the day, early mornings when you haven't woken up, late at night when you're sleepy

- When you're angry???

- He has to hold out on bringing the recorder. But he's taking in every word

- Just imagine yelling at him, and he's looking at you with big doe eyes because wow... when was a country accent kinda sexy??

- He has to say one of his favorite things is when you both are whispering, and he leans down to hear you better, woof 😮‍💨

- He needs a southern girl 😤 GIVE HIM A TASTE OF THE SOUTH

Mikey:

- Will tease you, mock you, repeat every word you say... with love of course

- just expect to hear his lil giggle after you've said something particularly southern

- If you're the type to say our phrases (colder than a witches tit, you call undies breeches, you make crazy comparisons) he will adopt them and look stupid doing it

- Just imagine Mikey, surfer dude, New Yorker, saying, "I reckon"

- Like baby... please hush

- lowkey the one that helped Raph make the country mix tape, added a few personal favorites (the fucking wal-mart yodeling kid, for some reason)

- Gets you boots, even if you don't wear them, and tries really hard to convince you to dress like Barbie in her cowgirl outfit

- Never a dull moment with this doofus

........Go Dawgs

#teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt x reader #donatello #leonardo #tmnt #michelangelo #raphael #southern reader #country

[psychedeliccc]

seven | theo × reader | part 1.

warnings : Theodore× ravenclaw! reader/ NO THEODORE YET THO

word count : 400 words

song inspo : seven

a/n : my first attempt at writing a Theodore Nott fanfic ! sorry 😭✋🏻

Masterlist ★ playlist ;)

★★★

you sat below the trees, heightened seven feet on a swing with a moss embedded on the vines of the wooden seat. The scent of fresh autumn leaves and a breeze of cold air landed on your face and turned a page of your book.

It was a collection of dawny poems and short stories, your absolute favourite.

You had to admit your fascination with muggle books had grown since last summer.

"what's that? "

you heard a familiar tone ask you.

As you placed your finger in between of the page to seal it, you looked above to greeted by Pansy Parkinson, your best friend.

"A written or printed collection of glued pages along one side embedded in a bound cover. "

"Typical ravenclaw. " pansy chuckled.

"If I were a stereotypical ravenclaw I wouldn't have failed my potions test. " You replied with a flashback of professor slughorn and his disappointed face as he had handed your papers along with the memories of you crying in your bathroom proceeding your results.

"Well if you weren't staring at Nott the entire lect-"

"shut up pansy " You said as you huffed at his name.

Pansy let out a chuckle and folded her arms below her chest.

"The bloke's pretty good in potions you know, you could always ask him"

"you're mad if you think I'm stable enough to talk to him, let alone hold eye contact. "

"he's pretty neat y/n"

You heard a dreamy voice approaching you as you looked towards your left.

"Hello, luna"

Pansy greeted as she shifted her head towards luna.

"I think pansy's quite right. Theodore is brilliant at potions. " Luna finished.

"Alright stop ganging up on me, I'd prefer if you'd not bring him up everytime I mention something completely unrelated. "

"whatever you want y/l/n" Pansy said with a hint of annoyance in her voice.

"Speaking of potions, it's the next class. We better head over before slughorn cuts off our points. " luna said as she held out her hand for you to grab.

"fair enough." You huffed as you took her arm as support to lift yourself up.

You got up with luna and pansy as you walked on your way to potions.

Awaiting Slughorn's gaze after being late, again.

Taglist : @jetblackpayne

#theodore nott x reader #theo nott #theodore nott #theodore nott fluff #theodore nott smut #theodore nott angst #slytherin boys #theodore × ravenclaw reader #teddy #theo #nott #new #luna #pansy #y/n #harry potter #half blood prince #hp #hp fandom

[grogusmum]

I wish you would write a fic where... there is a lot of fluff for baby Grogu that all the characters you wrote for would be jealous of that insane level of fluff. And your readers will scream and cry and throw everything to be in your fic and beg 1% of that fluff.

I know you will do it.

Hahaha! Dawnie, now I am imagining my Pedro Boys all bumping each other raising their hands saying "pick me, pick me", jockeying to be first in line for some super fluffy story, and then looking disappointedly down at Grogu who is actually first (except, of course, Din who is looking like a proud papa)

So what kind of super fluffy story, though, I've already put him in so many fluffy situations??

Oh! How about Grogu (in my A Galaxy Far Far Away AU) being put in charge of taking care of the hens all on his own?

Maybe reader is going on a trip, and Din and Grogu are at Juniper cottage for a weekend on their own for the first time.

Grogu waddles out to the hen house and picks up the little wire egg basket, and finds the latch too high.

Din is watching from the window this first time, making sure he his doing okay, and just when Din starts to move to go help him, Grogus little hand reaches out, his eyes close and his wars lower in concentration... suddenly, the latch pops up, and the door opens a couple inches. Din watches his son clamber inside anssmiles with pride at Grogus problem solving skills.

Inside the hen house is warm and dry, he knows you cleaned the hay and bedding before you left, so the little child says good morning to each hen, just like you do and thanks each one as he puts his little hand under them to get to the eggs in their nesting boxes. He giggles at their tickle feathers, and they cluck in their soft, friendly way.

Because they are friends and have an Egg Agreement.

Grogu feeds them, cleans out, and fills their waterer, just as he has seen you do. Using the force when he can't reach things, like the water spigot. Then he opens their little door so they can walk around in the yard.

After his chores a complete Grogu looks around feeling pretty proud of himself. Then decides he want to go out the hens little door instead of the big door.

Din and Seamus, the dog have stepped out into the yard in time to see Grogu push himself through and toddle down the ramp. He hugs Clara, the Rhode Island red (his favorite, because he likes to sit on him) when the others see Grugo giving out such gentle hugs they all come over for one, Grogu coos and giggles as they jockey for his sweet affection.

"I wish you would write a fic where..." asks

#ask game #writer ask game #dawnie in my inbox #grogu fluff

[silvermars]

i think it's a damn shame (and kind of unrealistic) that spike never told dawn he loved her too. he's just.. so full of love and he obviously cares about her like his own family, his flesh and blood. and spike being the unafraid, expressive, loving "family" man that he is I Believe he would have made sure dawnie knew he loved her.

*though perhaps he did tell her offscreen but they didn't write it in bc the writers didn't care much for dawn and spike beyond plot filler/development*

#have i mentioned yet today that spike is dawn's dad?? #have you heard the good news? #summers family #spike btvs #dawn summers #btvs

[hanafubukki]

I remember you did a post some time ago about how "The horse and the infant" reminded you of Lilia and Silver. Thank you, you made me discover an amazing album ! And now that I've listen all the album, I like to add that the following song "Just a man" give me a lot of Knight of Dawn vibe.

Being away from home because of war, dealing with foe when they just wants to be with their familly, the conflict of facing a child just like his own one...

"Deep down I would trade the world to see my son and wife"

And the chorus...

"And does a candle become a blaze. And does a man become a monster."

"And does the reason become the blame."

All theses sentences 😭

Well the outcome of the storytelling is different (And THANK YOU, too much tragedy instead. Please- Dawny throwing Malleus eggs from the castle in the middle of a battle is something my heart wouldn't took good...) but the feeling in this song and the whole character of the Knight kinda resonate together.

Sorry Dawny. I promise I will write some fluff for you one day. But you're an endless angst generator. You whole fate is angst, pain, tragedy, and a bit of love behind the miserable and conflicted man hiding under the great warrior in shinning armor. Love you thought-

🦋 Anon

[Referring to this post]

Hello 🦋 Anonie ,

I am so happy you enjoyed that post 🦋 anonie!! I wrote that post as something I was passionate about and to hear you enjoyed it, made me happy. I'm happy I was able to help you discover the album 💕 I listened to that album many times myself.

That song, "Just A Man" broke my heart so much. I saw this animatic where the baby just looked so innocent and then frightened and it breaks my heart just remembering the little one's face.

You are so right! The song has so much potential for the Knight of Dawn in a different/reverse perspective.

Ahhhh I'm crying, Dawn is constantly fighting. A war he doesn't even want to be a part of, but has no choice because of Henrik. He does it for his wife and his child.

But then, this is where events take a turn. Enough is enough, he won't take the life a child. A life yet lived fully. This is when he turns and plots against Henrik, but of course, he always makes sure his family safety is priority and he let's the Fae know that.

(I just can't take the image of him dropping the egg either 😭😭)

Dawn is such a tragic character, everything about him screams angst 😭😭, but that's why we creators are here 🦋 anonie, we have the power to make him happy. 💕🥰

#answered #anonie ask #🌺🦋Anon🌺 #twst knight of dawn #diasomnia #twst book 7

[fear-is-truth]

Hi Jackie!!

I can feel your stress thru the screen and I hope you’re taking care and doing better now by the time you see this!! ((You are god’s strongest soldier my friend 😭😭

Anyways, ik you like cats so here are some cute ones I found in my album. HOPE YOU HAVE A GREAT DAY/NIGHT <333

((The first one do kinda be us ngl

dawnie!! ♡

THANK YOU this is literally the sweetest thing!!? currently melting into a cat-shaped puddle of cuteness omg.. i’ve saved these pics into my “eye therapy album” ((alongside some specific AHS gifs. won’t elaborate))

God’s exhausted lil soldier on the study grind let’s gooo-✊🏻((and hopefully a writing grind soon

us in three pictures

#dawn ♡ #best mutuals ever #LOVE YOU #like i would FIGHT for you #*inserts kai working out at the gym gif* #< opps i just exposed my ‘eye therapy album #cat pics are the best source of dopamine imo #mutuals my beloved

[slutforgarlogan]

GOOD LUCK ON DEM COLLEGE WORK RI!! 💕💕💕

take it easy and GULP THAT WATER DOWN TO STAY HYDRATED

Also I am very much seated and prepared for Peter being our human vibrator. That exact scenario always be lingering in the back of my mind when I see him on screen, so thank you for writing them into words

GAHH IM BACK MWAH

This is so cute IVE DONE THE ASSIGNMENTS GOD BLESS I PASSED MY SCIENCE EXAMS 🥳🥳🥳

I love you so much dawnie peter human vibrator is coming soon i have so many peter wips im trying to integrate the other ones between peter fics so no one clocks its a violent obsession

#rileys asks #rileys rambles #I LOVE MY MUTUALS #dawnie !!

[doll3tt33]

hey dawnie!! hope you’re having a nice day✨

so happy that you liked my silly writings, and your tags never fail to make me go “awww” or die of laughter 🤍(austin is my second favourite evan, gotta write more about him in the future)

oh and about that specific time which i post my fics? cuz yeah. that’s my bedtime too

Hi Jackie! I’m so glad you enjoy my tags even if they be unnecessarily unhinged at times 😭✨✨ but ig that’s just one of the many effects of your writing haha!

Also YESS FINALLY another Austin appreciator!!! Gurl, Kai and Austin fans are literally being spoiled by you 🫶 ((esp Austin, we have been starved for too long-

And yea I had a feeling that was your bedtime too, cuz it happened way too many times atp 😳

I hope you’re having a good day as well! <33

#btw ty for the deliciously smutty bedtime stories #I am sleeping very well #moots <3

[frozenpolishfangirl]

WHAT ONCE WAS MINE/MOJ DAWNY SKARB - FROZEN/TANGLED CROSSOVER FANFIC (overall informations and possible release date)

So, for over a month, I am working on my fanfic, being a crossover story between Frozen and Tangled, connecting them into one universe, being also kind of retelling for Frozen 2, with unused scenes, characters and concepts from the second film ^^

The overall plot I'm working on, tells the story after Tangled Ever After and original Frozen film, where Elsa searches her purpose in life, Anna and Kristoff are getting engaged, and Rapunzel is trying to rule Corona with Eugene, but then, the King of the Southern Isles interrupts one of the most important celebrations in Arendelle, saying that he wants to attack and rule the other kingdoms, and because of that, Elsa, Anna, Kristoff, Rapunzel and Eugene are going for an adventure, to find a solution to save their kingdoms, meeting Northuldra tribe, other 1800's Disney Characters (like Ariel or Cinderella), solving secrets, as well as fighting or trusting their old enemies, counting Prince Hans, with who Elsa makes a bond after time (Helsa will be in this project ^^)

I am really excited to share "What Once Was Mine" (in Polish "Mój Dawny Skarb") with you, because I think it's a good story, which I put so much heart and effort to :)

DISCLAIMER : this fanfick will be not in English, since I have no time or power to write all the story all again, so if you know Polish, you can easily read this fanfic, but if not, you can use Google Translator to fully read and understand the story ^^

#frozen fanfic #tangled fanfic #frangled #disney fanfic #frozen 2 retelling #frozen #tangled #rapunzel #eugene #kristoff bjorgman #anna of arendelle #elsa of arendelle #hans westergaard #eugenzel #kristanna #helsa

[domovi]

Fic: My duty

Short description: Colleague's words willy-nilly bring Mercy Dawn back to the past — a sad event in 2020, about which even Dawn prefers to remain silent.

Warnings: death, mentions of dead bodies, blood loss, shooting, injections, limbs and their absence.

Author's note: I'll try to be brief. I've been writing for a long time, but this fanfic can officially be called my first piece. I would like to pay tribute to the @ask-the-becile-boys blog and its moderator, which became the source of my inspiration. Dear Muse, you are my muse. Don't judge me. My friend forced me into writing this pun.

Translator's note: Guess who :)

Just wanted to wish you to enjoy the reading and also remind you that all claims for the translation are provided to @alreorem. It's my first time doing Russian to English translation so don't judge me too harsh, please. Just DM me and politely point out my mistake if you find one. Thanks for understanding! <3

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Dawn, laying on the dining table, diligently tried to sleep, but something, or rather someone, interfered with this important, urgent matter.

Soroh: Dawny~ Ten more sheets~

Dawn: Nope.

Soroh: Hey! Don't even think about shoving everything on me!

Dawn: What do you mean by ʼeverything'?! There's a little left!

Soroh also looked tired. So much that he couldn't argue with his colleague and only pressured her with a clouded look. Next to them was a thick stack of documents that could scare any inexperienced worker, but Dawn and Soroh are old-school people, and this amount of work was a little less frightening.

The game of peepers was interrupted by Flint, who placed two mugs of water right in front of the noses of the sufferers. For an hour, he watched his barely alive colleagues, who seemed to have lost their last convolutions on half of the paperwork. Recently, they ended the argument about the correctness of filling the documents, and if earlier Soroh still took up the alteration of papers, now he quickly gave up, agreeing with Dawn and her 'It'll do."

Dawn: OOOH! Boiling water!

She cheered up and began to warm her hands. Coffee, tea, sugar weren't brought so often, their last joy was hot or cold water, though all sorts of impurities felt terribly wrong. They even tried to mix it with a tasteless parody of food, but they quickly regretted it. And sometimes Dawn managed to get vitamins. And even for such merits, Soroh still couldn't calm down.

Soroh: Work first.

Dawn: Am I even not allowed to drink?

Soroh: Exactly. No, I mean, are you serious? After boiling water, you'll stop thinking at all!

Dawn: Actually! As an assistant, you should do all of this. Look at me. In my youth, I was left alone with all the work.

Soroh: ... In the youth. And what period of life are you experiencing now?

Dawn: Old age Soroh, old age. So be kind, show respect for old age and finish everything yourself.

The woman lay down on the table and stretched like a sleepy cat with her arms and legs extended as far as possible. Soroh, on the other hand, didn't share Dawn's enthusiasm, shoving her leg with force.

Flint: Old age? And how many years have you been working here?

Dawn: Well... It's been four years already.

Flint: But that's only one year longer than Soroh..

Soroh: It depends on how to look at this situation. Dawn is the only one of my good acquaintances who has worked at Industries for more than three years. Though... There are also quite a few silent people, and I had no business with the authorities.

Flint: For real?

Dawn: ... Don't even look at me.

Flint was genuinely puzzled. He knew that Industries wouldn't let go of its wards, but then where did ordinary workers who had worked for more than four years go? The only outgoing person of the trio was Soroh, and Flint shifted his gaze to him.

Soroh: I've heard rumors about... a large-scale incident. Someone talks about an explosion that caused the release of green matter; someone talks about mass liquidation ... A lot of rumors can be heard, but I don't know what to believe...

Flint looked at Dawn again, hoping to see at least the slightest clue in her facial expressions, but she was already sitting, finishing her work and no longer going to take part in the conversation.

Dawn: ...It's not something you should know.

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THREE YEARS AGO

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Pylartes: Look. I need you to rewrite it on new forms and put it in piles. Oh, and write down two people with the best performance for me.

The day began quite ordinarily. It'd seem that only yesterday Dawn managed to deal with all the paperwork, as she was handed a mountain of new documents. And where do they get so much paper from, so that later they can rewrite it all! Mercy had a lot of resentment about her work, even with a lot of experience and a year of work, she had never received confidence in operations in Becile Industries.

Dawn: As you say...

The woman already knew that it was useless to argue with this position, at least with Pylartes. Not even an hour had passed before he hurriedly left the laboratory, not bothering to report whether he would return today or not. But Dawn wasn't upset by her loneliness, she only made herself comfortable, throwing her leg over a nearby chair.

This could have continued all day long, if not for a sudden interruption in the system.

After blinking a couple of times, the lamps went out, and the buzz of the working devices subsided. The last thing that stopped working in this room was Dawn, who was still finishing the sentence from memory. The main problem here is that in the dark the words climb on the lines, or even worse, on other words.

Only after the dot was put, the girl looked out into the corridor, which was also immersed in darkness, only a couple of anxious voices came from the direction of the Archive. The electricity was cut off in the entire building, which was actually strange and could only speak of an unforeseen situation. Pylartes would definitely warn about this, even though he was quite forgetful.

While Dawn speculated, the workers quickly fell silent as they returned to the workplace. Mercy, too, could have returned to her office and shy away from work, but she had two strong but poorly sealed refrigerators that couldn't withstand a long lack of power.

At her usual pace, Dawn cleaned up as much as possible, closed the laboratory and headed to the mechanics she knew. They didn't talk much; a couple of times she brought them a hematocrit centrifuge for repair, and a couple of times they came to her for medical help. Quiet guys, however, they weren't the only quiet ones. She hoped that they have at least some information or ideas on how to keep the cold in the cells.

Her vision took a long time to get used to the dark, only her hearing helped. As she was approaching the turns, the clatter of steps in front became duller, and on the sides, on the contrary, freer. Dawn never considered darkness to be something terrible, only her own sounds were alarming, which rapidly spread through an absolutely empty space.

Entering the workshop, with eyes already accustomed, Mercy looked around the room.

“Absolutely empty”, played in her head again, she was already nervous.

The place was quite large, and the guys could just relax somewhere far away or even in a warehouse. Dawn took in more air in her chest to call for one of the workers, but when she realized how loud she'd be in this place, she quickly changed her mind and preferred a quiet inspection.

She didn't have to be here often, but each time everything was different. Details that differed from each other in shapes and sizes; sheets of various kinds of metal, which sometimes didn't fit in the workplace; even the tools were constantly changing their position. It seemed that all this was completely out of order, or maybe all these things were just abandoned in a hurry.

Abandoned in a a hurry...

She felt uncomfortable. And why the heck would she think that? Although, it was really too quiet for anyone to be here.

The door from the warehouse was wide open and after listening for a couple of minutes, Dawn concluded that there was no one after all. It was at least not safe to enter a place full of heavy, unknown objects, and Mercy wasn't a fan of looking for adventures on her adult head. It remained to assume that the guys left to solve problems in the system and soon everything would work. She can go back.

The noise began to reverberate down the corridor. At first, Dawn was even happy that someone was coming in her direction, but the longer she waited, the more anxious she became. One step grew into five, and five into twenty, and twenty into a hundred. The whole space was filled with the sounds of the march, which only became louder.

Dawn stepped back at one of the tables and leaned against the wall. Even if the heart began to throw out portions of adrenaline, but her mind was clear and ready for rational action. Mercy knew what fear can lead to and was especially well aware that in stressful situations, the brain tries to intimidate you even more. There may be a less creepy explanation for all this than the imagination betrays.

Or so she thought, until she heard a powder pop. Her body stiffened, followed by the thoughts that had just shouted: “Run! Hide!”, as if they themselves didn't expect a shot that marked the beginning of a terrible show.

The march played with a distraught orchestra, where every instrument was for itself, and the death was the conductor. The hail of lead was accompanied by flashes and the more often they sparkled, the more lives were taken.

Quickly realizing that disaster was rushing in her direction, Dawn fell on her knees and moved to the very depths of the table. One hand helped her body to stay in tension, and the other closed her mouth, so that the trembling didn't take possession of her body.

What a pity there was nothing to close her ears. In addition to the shooting, aggressive exclamations fear-filled screams and the last wheezes of people were heard. Only one word sounded louder and clearest, in which confidence and despair lived. That word was “Move!”.

It was over as quickly as it had begun, but Dawn was hesitant to move.

It turned out to be not in vain. Slow, haughty footsteps scoffed, echoed, first down the corridor and then in the workshop. Her jaws chattered as Mercy diligently watched her breathing. Her lungs were filled to the brim with oxygen, and then very slowly deflated, almost suffocating. The only thing that differentiated her from the floor was the rumbling of her heart. The blood pulsated through the vessels, causing her body to be thrown whether into the heat or into the cold.

Her thoughts began to get confused from an overabundance of noise in her body, thinking only about how to silence everything. In the meantime, the steps were getting closer, clearer.

They stopped only when they were near the table, right above her head she was afraid to raise. What if they've already seen her and are just just playing with her now? Waiting for Dawn to raise her cowardly eyes?

Time dragged on, and thoughts only swarmed in an already noisy head. An unknown person went to the pantry and only then left the room. For a while, their footsteps reverberated through the corridor, and even when they were completely silent, Dawn continued to draw them in her mind.

It was no longer possible to sit under the table. While everything was quiet, it was worth returning as quickly as possible. With the utmost care, Mercy looked around the room and gradually got to her feet. A slight feeling of relief spread throughout her body, involuntarily increasing the trembling. No longer feeling her own weight, Dawn hurried to the exit, where only a small part of the incident was seen.

The emptiness was filled with dead noise. If someone else were in the place of the girl, then their fantasy would clearly play out and begin to reproduce scenes from creepy movies with zombies or other creatures. But the woman was too old for that.

Dawn is a doctor, but the last thing she wanted at the moment was to do her duty. The chance of saving only her own skin, among possibly living bodies, was so attractive, just not to become part of the fresh cemetery.

And then, muffled wheezing. Only it was able to stop Dawn. Her legs simply refused to go any further.

Someone behind her back was alive, but she didn't dare to turn around. Someone who so desperately needed her help was very close, but Mercy also wanted to survive. She, not only as a doctor, but also as a person, couldn't drop her oath and hurried to the workshop for a first-aid kit. What a stupid decision.

Her mind cleared up immediately, and it was followed by insanely clear actions, like a machine performing the same program. Unfortunately, Dawn knew all too well how ruthless the hands of watches can be.

It was easy to find the alive, but wounded victim among the corpses. She tried to be quiet, discreet; but in addition to wheezing, panic betrayed her. According to the old habit, Mercy quickly began to act, completely forgetting about someone else's fear.

No sooner had she approached the girl than she jerked back sharply, making a sound that would have sounded like a scream if it had not been for her broken voice.

After inspecting her from top to bottom, Dawn could already clearly see the spots of damage. Of course, most of the bullet wounds were on her prostheses, which replaced almost all of her limbs. The only part that was made of flesh and blood was the left hand. And it was what bothered Mercy the most.

Dawn: Calm down, I'm a doctor.

Her hands rose up on their own accord in a conciliatory gesture. Even though a fragile thread of trust was stretched between the girls, the fear didn't go away. Mercy helped the girl sit down, simultaneously asking all the important and necessary questions for the doctor, to which she only nod or shook her head. She didn't even try to speak.

The only visible injuries were two bullet wounds: one through in the humerus (biceps brachii muscle) and one blind wound, all signs that the bullet went straight into her shoulder joint.

First of all, she tried to stop the bleeding. If a tourniquet could be applied to the first wound, then the second had to be covered with a pressure bandage. The woman forcefully squeezed the fist of her prosthesis, the grinding of metal and heart-rending groans were heard.

Dawn: Hush, it's okay, you're doing fine.

The doctor spoke without hesitation in order to somehow calm the wounded girl. Everything was supposed to stop as soon as possible, as soon as the light returned, the incident would immediately be made public. Everything will end soon, she will live.

Her hands reached for the first aid kit. Doubtfully, but among the adrenaline, insulin and other drugs in the form of a bottle, it was painkillers and another pack of bandages that were pulled out.

Dawn: Bear it just a little more. Soon the pain will end.

By injecting the drug and starting to fix the shoulder, Mercy was finally able to afford unnecessary thoughts. The manner of thinking developed by time and continuous work did not allow to be distracted or think about something else during operations or medical manipulations.

The burning determination to help someone else quickly faded as Dawn looked around. The bodies simply disappeared into the darkness of the corridor, which seemed endless. In addition to the wheezing of the wounded girl, the space was filled with an all-consuming silence. It seemed that in the abyss Mercy could hear the beating of someone else's heart, but it wasn't true.

How long will she have to go to check on everyone? Will there be any point in doing it? Examining the surroundings, she noticed that severe and fatal wounds were striking. Even with non-working prosthetic legs and a wounded arm, the girl was really lucky.

“Are you... One of ours?”

Apparently, the drug began to act. The girl no longer gritted her teeth and seemed relatively calm.

Only the question squeezed out of the girl's chest stuck in Dawn's head. ʼOf oursʼ? The only thing Dawn was sure of was that she was an employee of the Becile Industries. If there are so-called ʼoursʼ and ʼnot oursʼ among the workers, then Mercy successfully passed by the sorting hat throughout the year.

The victim saw the doctor's confusion and simply brushed off her silent question.

“Go away... You mustn't get into it.”

The girl forcefully closed her dried eyes, took more oxygen into her chest and threw her head back. Pain and anxiety gave way to fatigue. Whatever her fate is, it was inevitable. Is that why the girl let go of Dawn so calmly? The only living person willing to help?

Still, Mercy didn't know what she was getting into, and the weight of the adhering dirt was already weighing on her body. Dawn had a lot of questions, a lot of variations in the development of events: maybe people with guns would come back and kill them, or maybe others would come and fight back? But everything revolved around one word ʼmaybeʼ.

The likelihood that no one will know about her presence is so big that the most sensible decision was to leave. To just run away, and as soon as possible.

Dawn rose to her feet in an instant and disappeared just as quickly into the darkness. Without hesitation, she slipped into the darkness and disappeared like a vision. And the wounded girl had nothing but to peer into the void, looking for the outlines of a long white robe. She still had hope. No one in their right mind would want to die, especially here, especially now, especially alone; but the poor fellow had already let go of his bird.

There was nothing to wait for and her eyes began to close. Her eyelids were heavy, either from fatigue or from drowsiness. She can take a little break, just a little.

“Hey! Now's not the best time to sleep!”

It was a woman's voice. Is Dawn back? She's really back! The tall silhouette appeared as soon as it disappeared, holding a box filled with tools.

Dawn: So listen here. Let's take off the dentures and I'll carry you. Whether I'm 'yours' or 'their' is my problem.

The girl looked at the doctor with a sad look, clearly regretting, sympathizing, but didn't contradict.

At the moment, Dawn was bothered by too many questions to which she clearly wouldn't be able to get a concise and clear answer. If everything was thoroughly simple, then their own wouldn't kill their own, as in a slaughterhouse.

The doctor began to detach the robotic legs and, sensibly assessing her physical abilities, removed the functioning arm. Prostheses can always be replaced, new ones can be attached. There's nothing wrong with losing one of them.

Without the metal, the victim was quite light, the only discomfort was in carrying her around. Dawn had to improvise and use her doctor's gown so she was able to fix the girl on her back.

Looking at the bodies more closely, Mercy noticed the metal, too. On their legs, arms, eyes, mouths, necks, you name it. Did they all really need these prostheses so much? Yes, they can be useful and comfortable, but to lose tactility, a healthy part of your body to just put them? Dawn didn't understand this. Jaw prostheses were at least impractical and deprived the mouth of the simplest functions. And somewhere the weight from the metal was completely distributed incorrectly, from which the spine suffered, and if only the arms were replaced, then the legs could also suffer. The doctor could reflect on this for a long time, reluctantly finding more minuses than pluses. Dawn didn't understand this. Jaw prostheses were impractical and deprived the mouth of the simplest functions. And somewhere the weight from the metal was completely distributed incorrectly, from which the spine suffered, and if the arms were replaced, then the legs would also suffer. The doctor could reflect on this for a long time, reluctantly finding more cons than pros.

Dawn: Why do you all have these prostheses?

The girl didn't react to the asked question, as if she didn't hear it at all. She didn't look around. At the very beginning, she buried her head in her shoulder and diligently covered her eyes, just not to become a witness to what had happened again.

In the meantime, the bodies were running out, a couple more steps and everything would be left somewhere behind. If she's lucky, then in the upcoming future, Dawn won't have to regret either her actions or decisions.

Dawn: Usually I ask for the name right away, so... Can I know it at least now?

Such a simple question turned out to be unexpected. The reluctantly wounded girl raised her head, but the corridor was already empty. If she doesn't look back, the terrible life episode will seem to be over.

“Alice... Just Al--...”

There was a sound. Dawn was ready to run, but then her brain stopped her. She quickly came to her senses. She stood and listened, waiting for the noise to repeat.

A sound, or rather a murmur, came somewhere behind, very close. Mercy didn't want to linger, didn't even want to look back, but it was worth checking to find out what the chances of saving a life were. And Alice apparently didn't mind.

It was a ginger man whose hair and face had long been filled with red. The bullet hit the head.

Dawn felt pain near her temple. He won't do it. Too much time has passed. As soon as she got closer, her legs slipped. Something wet and still warm squelched under her feet, sticking to her shoes with a stranglehold. The floor around it was completely flooded.

Without understanding why Dawn untied Alice from herself, placing her in the opposite of her, and set to work. He was still alive, mumbling something indistinct and wasting all his strength just to not lose consciousness. Doesn't he deserve at least a little attempt? And if she manages to stop the blood, then it'll be possible to drag and save two lives.

Staying clean was hard. Her hands smeared in blood every now and then and the funds in the first-aid kit weren't enough to the point of bitterness. She had to use everything that played under her hand. Her own robe was long enough to tear off part of the hem and use it to stop the bleeding.

“Today... ”

Now it was possible to catch jerky words from his slurred speech, but this wasn't a sign of improvement of his condition. The man still didn't respond to Dawn's voice and reacted poorly to external incentives. He was still pale and weak, and a gray-red liquid flowed from his nose.

“... must take them out...”

It was necessary to somehow drag the two victims away and the question wasn't about Dawn's physical abilities, but about the carrying capacity of the robe. She had to go even further back and pull off the clothes of the dead.

“We've been waiting so long...”

Alice was still on Dawn's back, and the man was firmly fixated in a sitting position in a pair of jackets and dragged along the floor. Fully blooded shoes had to be removed.

“Annabel.”

The last word that is firmly ingrained in the walls of this corridor. Everyone knew it except Dawn. Will it remain within these walls or will it disappear at the first breath of wind, as soon as the authorities find new workers? Alice didn't want to believe it, but it would take time before the documents arrived.

Alice: Cyborgs. Industries has done all of this to us...

#becile industries #fanfic #Mercy Dawn #Marian Soroh #Rosty Flint #spg #steam powered giraffe #fanwork: fanfic #Annabel #Adelmar

[theveniceangel]

Dawn Valentine.

Name: Dawnabelle Valentine.

Age: 20.

Specie(s): Human.

Gender: Female.

Pronouns: She/her.

Sexuality: pansexual.

Nicknames: Dawn, Dawny (by Eli).

Headcanon voice: Cara Boo (Caraboo900.)

Likes: Volks, Jezebel, strawberries and cream, sweets, cooking/baking, pastel colors, animals, nature, spending time with her friends, pop ballad or upbeat music, stargazing, helping others, the ocean (Even though she can't swim), drawing, writing, reading, singing, and ice cream.

Dislikes: Small spaces, being scared, Cole's yandere side, bugs (especially centipedes), spiders, being a burden, hurting others, arguing, soap operas (They make her cry), and mushrooms (She thinks they taste disgusting).

Crush, Partner, ETC: Volks (boyfriend).

Oc design based on: No one really?

Parents? Relatives?: Vincent and Fiona Valentine (Mother and Father), Jezebel Jenkins (Bff/sister figure).

Friends: Nimh, Kelby, Eli (next to Jezebel, he's her best friend), Anon, Garrett, Dimitri, Ichiban, Q-Bae, William, Myx, Stirling, Scale, Cashew, Poe, Sven, Cole (kinda?), Seth, Logan, Iro, Mio, Bonnibel.

Personality: Sweet, cheerful, kind, bubbly, optimistic, creative, compassionate, clumsy, naive, ambitious, determined, a bit pushy but means well, charismatic, charming, caring, VERY affectionate (Especially to Volks), humorous, forgiving, brave but can be very timid, and considerate.

Birthday: February 14.

Markings: None.

Abillities: None.

Favorite drink: Strawberry milkshake.

Favorite color: Pink or lilac.

Favorite type of outfit: Flowly dresses.

Story info for Oc: Dawn used to just be an ordinary girl, working in her hometown at the zoo with her bestest of besties, Jezebel Jenkins, but her entire life changed after she accidentally transformed a bunch of men into animals, after she accidentally handed them magically cursed water while daydreaming about a certain someone she'd seen at the zoo that day (You can probably guess who).

She made it her mission to find all the cursed manimals and break the curse, with the help of Jezebel and their new friend Q-Bae.

During her quest, she not only ends up befriending the cursed manimals, but she also ends up developing feelings for Volks, who although not very trusting towards her at first, ends up developing feelings for her as well.

Her life has definitely changed, but it's changed for the better, and although it may be crazy, she couldn't be happier.

Credit to https://crush-crush.fandom.com/wiki/Crush_Crush_Wikia for the references.

#blush blush #blush blush game #blush blush volks #volks blush blush #kyliesocs #Dawn Valentine #blush blush ocs #sad panda studios

[rebootchill]

You know I've kinda given Bendisboot Dawny too much of a pass as someone who has indigenous heritage/black, I'm all too used to characters that represent me to be huge massive stereotypes so I don’t bother challenging it because I’m too tired of the amount there is to want it even try. I tolerated Sook’s design of her and claimed to others that it didn’t offend me, but how Bendis writes her is so clearly infantilizing and demeaning towards women of color it’s actually crazy to me that this is being published by modern DC unvetted.

#this is also another good reason I don't want this show to ever happen #all those serotypes in his book will be a fucking PR nightmare as a show but their white savior nepotism keeps them blind

[kweebtrash]

Literally forget the fact that i havent been active for like 2 years or whatever i was in my feelings and wanted to write about this.

Im not into kpop anymore, i mean not as hardcore as i used to be; constantly keeping up with comebacks, spending hundreds of dollars on traveling and concerts and hi-touch, buying albums and furiously hoping for my bias’ PC,etc.

I was already on the tail end of getting out of kpop but when i got with my partner i just fell out of it completely (they listen to kpop occasionally even before they met me.) But kind of the terrible mistakes i made on here and me working so hard on stories and them falling flat made me dip out completely.

BUT lately i’ve been wanting to listen to kpop just casually. I’m actually listening to my faves playlist now and “Shine” came on and it’s like my whole body stopped and i really wanted to cry?? Pentagon means a lot to me. They’re one of my ult groups and i legitimately almost threw up at the concert because i was so excited. I cried when Dawnie got kicked out, i was there watching the youngest three grow up, listening to Jinho being talented Jinho, all that stuff. But Shine was what got me back into Kpop in 2017.

I’m a second gen stan so i started in 2011 or so, all the way back to when BigBang was nice and wholesome and amazing and the music videos were way weirder and cringey-er. I fell out of it and Shine just grabbed me by the hair and was like COME BACK BITCH. And that song makes me so incredibly happy? It flooded back all these memories of going to KCon 2018, back when i didn’t even KNOW the member’s names but i was like I LOVE YOU ALL. It led me to stray kids and of course i had my obsessive BTS phase (and the NCT one after that. Hello Johnny) I made so many friends and genuinely enjoyed it so much, not only as a hobby but as a way to meet people. I miss talking to the people i’ve made friends with on here, the people who enjoyed my work, and not necessarily the people i made mistakes with lol but it was still a learning experience. All of those memories came back at once and i was suddenly just so fckn sad that i dont have that same feeling of happiness or those friends anymore. That i CANT write anymore because i just havent been able to create ANYTHING that i like. No fanfiction, no DND stuff, no worldbuilding. Just a few OC’s here and there that i’ve just thrown out because nothing seems right.

Kpop used to be so special. Back in 2011 when i was in high school, kpop was weird. It was all like “Why are you listening to music when you don’t even understand it??”. It felt unique and so fresh and for the weird emo kid that i was i was like a kpop hipster. That sounds terrible but that’s what it felt like. It used to be impossible for me to get ANY kpop merch and ever since BTS took over America and all the other groups after and we have merch left and right and kpop stores in the states it doesnt feel as special anymore. Not to mention the fanbases are younger and it weirds be out when like some teenager is over here calling Felix daddy when that child doesn’t even know the first thing about being dominate. Also my birthday is at the end of the month and im old now, lol. The groups keep getting younger and it’s kinda like in anime. I can enjoy it as a whole but it feels strange to have the children sexualized and not very many older members. A lot of them are older now in the groups that i like but it still feels strange to be almost 30 and fawning over people younger than me. My partner is 3 years younger than me and i still feel like i’ve robbed a cradle.

Anyway, i’m just in my feelings and stressed because i have life things going on but i basically only talk to 2 people that i’ve met from kpop and while i love them dearly it was nice talking to a lot of people online. But now i wonder if i could find other friends who will talk to me about shit outside of kpop. I know everyone has other hobbies besides this but i’ve never gotten to know that side of the people i talked with. Like, i never really got any writer friends and i DESPERATELY need some, i’m not that up to date on anime but like i’m shoving down 1000 year war and chainsaw man and Tuca and Bertie (that’s not an anime but an in general animation). I know everyone and their mom like’s DND now but let me see how you play it, the worlds you created, your OC’s. it’s kinda sad that i’m almost 30 and cant actually make friends lmao. I guess i might feel a little sad bc my partner has like a billion online friends and i would just like other people to talk to again about our interest, even if it’s still kpop from time to time.

Shine just made me think of some happier times in my life and all the good feelings i had and it’s kinda gone now and i just spent like 30 minutes at work writing this because my playlist made me sad. Let me leave now lol

But wait quick embarrassing PS: yesterday while i was stoned i realized that my partner is messy Johnny (minus the fuckboi). Like bad at expressing emotion, looks cold but is an actual baby, actually really sensitive, a mama’s boy, a stoner, constantly trying to make straight A’s and working hard and stressing. I really wrote about my dream guy lmao

ok, now bye. im embarrassed i wrote this

#i need to eat my gummy because im on a fckn roller coaster rn

[bluesadansey]

If you're still doing the character bingo thing, how about Dawn Summers

? Is because I think I could write a dissertation about her and Buffy’s dynamic but not necessarily Dawn on her own. Anyway. I love Dawnie my bestie forever <3. Unfairly hated Princess.

#asks #btvs #dawn summers #s speaks #I don’t talk about her here as much as I used to but I’m very proud of my pinterest board for her #bisexualdawnsummers #Mutuals

[magicallymeta]

Alright, folks, I've got a slightly melted cocktail (Blue Hawaii Ramune, a few drops of orange bitters, a healthy dash of this locally made spicy pear shrub, and two shots of tequila) and episode 6 of Wednesday to get through:

1) love the circular mirror visual so much; they have a lot of fun iwht it in shots, but I still feel like they could have used it more. It reminds me of when Chloe becomes The Watchtower on Smallville and they both used the set a lot and never enough. (And yeah, I'm going to fucking mention Chloe and Smallville in 2022, okay? That show is important to me, contrary to what has become of certain people who were once involved with the show. The characters are not their actors and vice versa, unless you're Jensen Ackles/Dean Winchester. I don't make the rules!)

2) ENID IS SO FUCKING CUTE ALL OF THE TIME. GIve me her entire wardrobe. I mean, I want Wednesday's, too, but I think that's the difference in emotional expression: Rachie sees a Wednesday look and thinks "that's so stupid and cool, whatever, fuck off" and Dawni Rae sees Eni and thinks "OH MY GOD WHERE DO I GET THAT IMMEDIATELY?!" It's all about the balance, baby.

3) This surprise party for Wednesday is so fucking cute, and I love her for reacting to all things Manic Pixie Mary Sue about her in annoyance. Blessings.

4) I'm loving Jenna Ortega's balance between Wednesday and Goody. I love a good "same actress/different characters" in a story, especially when it's a "hey look, my ancestor and I happen to look almost EXACTLY the same!" Amazing.

5) The music shift when Enid gives Wednesday her snood. MY HEART. Everythning about that scene was a gift, specifcally, for me.

6) Angsty white boy scenes are so annoying, good god. I can't wait for that part to be over when I've finished.

7) Obsessed with Bianca/Lucas now. Don't know why, but I love that she immediately was honest with him and then admitted that she knew exactly who he was. I think because I've found myself liking them seperately that it means them together has a better chance for both of their character's extending throughout the story moving forward. I hate it when there are good characters just randomly floating on the sideline of the main storyline. Like, those people are where it's at, man! Don't walk away from them!

8) Ugh, more of the Well Intioned White Boy scenes are just as annoying as the Angsty White Boy scenes. it's annoying that some of Wednesday's best moments come when she's against he worst scene partners. This includes the Sheriff. Especially when she's opposite the Sheriff.

9) It's all coming together, more or less, and I'm so excited for it to finish. The fireplace in the Principal's office is so fucking sick, and again, I love Christina Ricci.

10) "Take the win Enid" "Two Best Friends!" I'm so in love with them, be still my little heart.

11) Wednesday is like, "For my birthday, I want a bisexual creepy date with my boy/girl love interests to who is more deserving of my affections." The answer is Enid across the board, but it's cute that Tyler is still sticking in the game for hetero storylines.

12) I love that the "pretty" boys get "sexy scar scratches" and the other boys get mutilated in some way. Seems about right. Very CW.

13) Enid blowing up and leaving her pastel side of the room to haunt Wednesday while she curls up in a ball. WENESDAY. GIRL. Shatter my heart. I feel so alive.

If I wasn't so set on following through on writing up my thoughts on every episode, I would have for sure finished by now, but I'm proud of myself for following through on this. It's like, every little step leads to a bigger things at some point, even if some of it you have to slog through.

On a side note, I was really excited to have the house to myself this weekend and to get so many of the things I'm constantly trying to get done, done, and I've been putting in a lot of work, but it doesn't feel like I've accomplished as much as I was hoping to. It allows the voice in my brain that tells me if my dreams were important I would be doing this all of the time, but I'm not because it must not be. I hate that voice, because it sounds like very Boss Bitch and Capitalist Christian that's ever made me feel like I'm broken or lazy for not being able to "hit the grind" or whatever the fuck.

I keep wanting to stop writing these post and just enjoy the show. It's an argument I'm constantly having inside my head -- do I want to enjoy and consume, or do I want to consume and create? These are entirely different ways to do things, but they're both equally important and I struggle to find the balance between them or when to initiate which roll when I'm dealt a circumstance of life. I share this hear because it's on my mind and I want to and it's my blog and I can do what I want, but also because this is what it's become for me for awhile -- where do I put my time and how do I use it? I constantly feel as if my time is not my own, and all I want is to get it back.

Okay, I only have 2 episodes left of this show and then I can go to sleep. I doubt I'll get through both of them tonight, I can feel myself waning (see above philosophies), but I'll set alarms and finish it in the morning with my coffee. I won't have the house to myself for very long, but I bet I could get through this and then move into my mirror project, which was the one thing I wanted to have completed by the time this weekend was offically over. Depending on my schedule this week, maybe I'll take Monday off and give myself an extra weekend day to finsh up everything on my list! Wish me luck, friends!

#magically meta thoughts #magically meta #wednesday