🌩️thunderstorm 🌩️

Thx for the tag <3

I used to wear earrings, but after i got an infection TWICE, i now have a fear of any and all piercings

No pressure: @whatsuplin @niredsw

No pressure tags, y'all are interesting ilysm

HEHE IM SPECIAL I WAS TAGGED TWICE

@dragoness05 @d011zk1ll @catladymasterofsqirl

@junebug99 @the-artist-07

I had two seizures when i was younger due to my body heating up too fast

My vision started deteriorating after I tripped and caught the floor with my 2 front teeth and slowed after getting glasses

Siblings can transmit pain to other siblings and sometimes share dreams

Mao same anyone can join

Someone once tried to frame me for a kill list at school (with their barely legible handwriting when I have good handwriting)

Not only that, it was on a day I wasn’t even there and had a doctors note to prove it.

I have a bad tendency of getting lost anywhere and going into stranger's cars when I'm walking down the street and they ask if I need a ride. But it's okay cuz I turned down the last one. Learning my lesson 💪

I thought for the first 14 years of my life I was an identical twin but turns out I'm fraternal. I look exactly like my mom and she looks like my dad but we can pass off as each other and have successfully.

We were also some of the technically best artists in the class, so she couldn't fail us while we were placing in art contests

We called ourselves the Ooga Booga Tribe, and for our 3d paper art project, we made a purple sheep, in a yellow banana hammock, between two palm trees, with shooting stars coming out of the tree tops. It met every metric, was one of the most creative projects in the class, and we got an A

We loved it. She absolutely DESPISED it 🥰

And confidence issues XD

@lady-lily-the-goblin-witch, @sockkllyy, @turtlepanic, @globbleglockxd,

@globbleglockxd @pequena-polla58 @kittylittersmoothie @trash-hatchet @doompicklez

Ah yes, here we are. Page 40397.

I have had a dream once every year since I was eight, where my body is found in this giant wooden building, my body folded up inside a wooden crate full of alcohol. The building was on fire, and all these crates filled to the brim with alcohol were falling off these conveyor belt things. As far as I know I think I was murdered.

Hooray for trauma!

@heartburst-mp3 @amidot1 @cowabungacarl420

Let's see I was about four I want to say and I wanted a gumball from this chinese restaurant place and I was swinging my arms around and my dumb small child brain thought I could stop the door at the hinges when this door

This is one of those huge heavy "push with two hands" doors and...

My finger got stuck and on the way to the hospital we got stuck behind a train

Tada Trama

Also a few years later I found out that a former classmate (from about 4th grade) their parents actually own the restaurant and both my parents and their parents can still recall the incident

Well, for random facts, I was born with three earlobes! (Technically, one was cut into two somehow...)

And injuries seem to be the thing-

welp! I guess I gotta tell ya how I lost my toe! All thanks to a folding garden chair! Boy, I have no idea how it happened. One minute, I'm sitting on the chair, next thing I know I'm on the floor screaming cause my little pinky toe had been snapped off!

SCARD FOR LIFE! I WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO WALK NORMAL AGAI- Ooh, wait. Shoes fit better now without that toe! Who'd of thought?

Hehe, :3

No pressure! @truths33k3r4 @howtotrainyourdragonprince @phoebepheebsphibs

I also got color changing eyes 👀👀

E revivido y e regresado con nuevos post🗿‼️

Indie TMNT Comic Dub - Episode 17

EPISODE 17 of Indie TMNT is UP!!!

This episode was one of my favorites to record. (And once you watch it you’ll soon see why! XD) The brothers chemistry was a lot of fun to voice, and the action scene was absolutely a joy to act out. HAHA! I really did my best to impersonate Raph’s shriek from 2012, and funny enough, to add to the irony, the music I chose for that whole scene was called “Creepy Cockroach”… 

BROS IT WAS DESTINYYY~

All credit for the art and comic goes to @indieyuugure, while I edited and played the Voice Talents of the characters. Epidemic Sound covered the music and sound effects. :)

Thanks for watching! Feel free to reblog this!

To God be the glory!

(Warnings for this chapter are at the bottom of the page to keep from giving away spoilers.)

CHAPTER 8 - Deceptive Answers

Don cringed as he thoroughly sprayed down the empty trash bin, acting as if the fragrant, lavender scent would banish the acrid stench back to the pits of hades from whence it came. After the third round of air freshener, he slowly backed away from the bin with a cautious frown.

He proceeded to spray it down four more times.

Why did it have to be vomit…

As he walked to the kitchen sink he gently pulled off his latex gloves, neatly folding and placing them on the counter as he began to run the tap. After years of learning about germs and how to abolish them, he knew well that it didn’t matter if you washed them with hot or cold water. But even with this knowledge, it still brought him a slight ping of delusional comfort envisioning the hot temp burning the germs right off his hands.

That’s definitely normal.

He didn’t care all that much for the gooey sensation of the soap when it first puddles in his palms, but with a few quick scrubs, the sticky texture expanded into soft peaks of foam. The warm water mixed with the luscious suds did wonders for his dry hands. Thanks to the colder weather beginning to creep into the city, his home’s air had been stripped of its moisture. As a result, the skin of his hands and ankles cracked like the barren grounds of a scalding desert.

In other words ew.

With the last stage of washing his hands complete, drying them and folding the washcloth over the railing near the sink, Don began the trek back to his office. As he neared the doorway of the brothers’ bedroom, he paused.

Just move quickly. No big deal. Just ‘ninja’ your way around. Get to your office without attracting any unnecessary attention. Orrrr getting involved in any more emotional drama… Easy.

With a quick inhale, and his face tightened with concentration, he slowly took one silent step after the next, continuing his way down the hall past the bedroom. As he crept, little pieces of whispered conversation fluttered past his ears.

“...Lotus, what are you talking about?” 

Don instantly recognized the soothing tones of his oldest brother.

 “You are free. You made it out. We saved you. Shhhh, it’s alright.”

Don’s brows creased together as he paused to figure out what had happened to spark such concerned words from Leo. Going by what he said, the eldest wasn’t referring to Lotus being sick. The word “free” especially intrigued him. He continued to stand frozen as he leaned closer to the doorway, his curiosity now overriding the mission to get to his office.

“N-no… No, They…They’ll never go away…” A small voice cried in muffled whimpers.

Don’s mind began to process Lotus’ words one at a time; Every vowel and every fluctuation were filed into neat shelves in his brain.

Who’s “they”? Going by how we found her, she must be referring to the scientists at the lab, right? But what does that have to do with her being sick? Did those physician abominations give her something to make her ill? 

“Who, Lotus? Who won’t go away?” Leo gently whispered over Lotus’ smothered sniffles.

Don leaned closer. No verbal answer was given to Leo’s question, the silence only being filled by the frantic shuffles of sheets being pulled back and forth. 

“I.. I don’t… I don’t want to talk about it. I c-can’t.” Lotus pleaded as her voice continued to crack and splinter under the weight of whatever was haunting her mind. “I just c-can’t.”

Don’s posture physically slumped as he listened to the fear-stricken shivers of Lotus’ voice. The way her words jittered and broke in shards sounded all too familiar to him. She was so scared, but there wasn’t anything physically present that would make her react that way.

That left whatever was plaguing her to be something lurking deeper. Don couldn’t help the defensive snarl that escaped his teeth.

It has to be nightmares… That’s the most reasonable explanation for such behavior.

He knew that well, being reminded every night of the horrors he and his twin were forced through. Even though they were home. Even though they were safe. Even though it made no sense that the past has such power over the present.

And now he sees he’s not the only one.

How long was she there?...  How long did she live under the microscope of Specter’s prying eyes?

Don failed to suppress a shudder through his body as he was forcefully pushed into his own memories of the nightmare laboratory. His hands instinctively rose to cling to his shoulders, rubbing them down in an attempt at comfort. He clenched his teeth and closed his eyes, willing his mind to forget all those horrific memories that plagued him, but it was all for naught.

His twin’s screams echoed in a terrible chorus that consumed all his thoughts. 

A sickly, neon green glowed through the barrel of a syringe.

His chained wrists ached and burned from being yanked through long corridors.

His terrified face looked back at him through the reflective surface of dark-tinted lenses.

His body shook violently as an electrode was pressed into the left side of his head.

His vision erupted in white static when the nurse pressed the button.

NO! STOP IT- NOW!

IT’S OVER. STOP LETTING THIS GET TO YOU.

IT’S OVER.

Don gulped down the dread and anxiety clogging his throat, burying it deeper into the places of his heart he dared never to go. The chill of his memories forced another shudder to claw its way up his spine, leaving him gripping tightly to his arms and shaking his head. His legs shivered and buckled underneath him as if the weight of his memories added to his physical mass.

It’s over. That’s enough.

Don leaned and used the wall to stabilize himself, relying on the firm surface to steady his rampant thoughts as well as his shuddering body.

Just move. One foot in front of the other. 

With a withered sigh, he pushed off the wall and continued walking, blocking out the rest of the hushed conversations escaping the bedroom.

 I can’t deal with that right now. I just can’t.

Leo’s got it. He can handle it.

With his mind completely focused on simply reaching his office, he didn’t even attempt to sneak past the bedroom. It didn’t matter if they saw him, anyway. This was one of those pesky things that he just… couldn’t fix. 

So why try when it’s a waste of time? When there are others who are far more equipped for such a task?

Soon after, he finally reached his office, carefully closing the door behind him as he walked toward his desk. With a sigh, Don flopped onto his computer chair, causing a quiet squeak to fill the compact room. He leaned into the firm cushion of his chair as the whispered hum of the computer filled his ears. For a moment, just a small moment, Don took the second of mental silence to look around his room.

His gaze immediately rose to the high school certificate hung proudly on the wall closest to his desk. He remembered how excited he was to have such an accomplishment under his belt at the young age of sixteen, rubbing it in Raph’s face with a smug grin. His twin nearly shattered the frame before Leo and Splinter intervened. 

So much has changed.

As his eyes began to wander again, he suddenly caught sight of a small, blue sticky note left underneath the frame of his certificate. Don leaned and squinted his eyes as he read,“Please remember to drink! -Leo”. 

A cozy warmth filled Don looking at the note left there by his brother. It embraced his heart and settled his mind, leaving the faint feeling of a grin growing on his face. Don turned to his desk and took a good swig from the glass of water left there since that afternoon.

His eyes continued to wander, soon catching sight of his calendar and notes posted on the wall near his door. He again squinted his eyes, and even fixed and cleaned his glasses, but that all proved to be useless. He still couldn’t read very well, and it was beginning to drive him crazy.

With an annoyed growl, Don scooted and rolled his chair closer to the wall. He would have to figure out his sight problem some other time, no matter how many sparks of dread began to pop in his stomach at the thought of his vision once again failing him.

Shaking his head to repel any more worthless memories from entering, he once again gazed at the notes neatly stacked on the wall. Most of them were just phone numbers of the “co-workers” from his job. 

But then he finally saw his calendar. And the warmth that once thrived inside him vanished instantaneously. 

Leo’s words echoed back to him as he began looking over the wrong amount of days crossed out, reminding him just how much time he had lost.

“Eighteen days.”

For eighteen days he didn’t help his family.

For eighteen days he didn’t keep up with the repairs of his home.

For eighteen days he didn’t show up to work.

For eighteen days his family tirelessly searched for him.

For eighteen days you failed them. Weeks of worry, dread, and longing plagued your family all because of your absence. Did they even have fresh food this whole time? Did they have to resort to drastic measures? Did they have heat? Did any of them sleep? 

Don crushed his head under the clutches of his tightening fingers. 

How much pain did he inflict on his family all because of his carelessness?

Don hunched over in his chair, pulling his legs up to his plastron and pressed his head onto his knee caps. He squeezed tighter and tighter until it hurt.

How could I let this happen?

Why did You put me in this family if You knew I would FAIL THEM?

He pressed his head further into his knees. His arms clung tighter around his legs. His lungs begged for oxygen that he couldn’t supply. 

“Why?...” He whispered brokenly.

Just at the moment he felt his head would burst from the pent up energy and pressure, a soft *ding* sounded from his monitor. He couldn’t recall what he had been processing on his desktop, so he slowly lifted his head from his knees, gazing over to his computer as he dropped his feet back to the floor.

Then it clicked in his brain, and he shot his legs out to propel himself off the wall to his desk. After slamming his hands against the ridge to keep from crashing into the small table, he took a millisecond to gather his completely shattered mental state so he could focus on the task at hand. 

This was something he could fix.

His fingers comfortably found their rhythm clacking on the keyboard as he finally opened the files coded into Lotus’ implant. He was surprised to see so many, at least a hundred or so lined up in neat rows. Each one was labeled similarly, with the title “SUBJECT 19- PROCEDURE #”. 

As curious as he was to begin looking deeper into those files, one in particular caught his eye, labeled two simple words:

“SUBJECT INFO”

That should be promising.~

With his mind made up, Don swerved his mouse and clicked. The file opened to reveal many different types of documents: Blood types, heartbeat readings, and many more medical related data.

If Don weren’t so disgusted by what these felons had done, he would actually be quite impressed with how well organized all the information was. 

He pushed that feeling aside as he continued scrolling.

“MEDICAL HISTORY”...

“DIAGNOSES”...

“TREATMENT PLANS”...

Holy French Toast there’s SO MUCH… I’m gonna need weeks just to go through this all!

“MEDICATIONS”...

“TEST RESULTS”...

“PROGRESS NOTES”...

Down, down, he continued searching through them, just trying to find the end of the treasure trove of knowledge about his family’s new guest.

“IMAGING AND DIAGNOSTIC REPORTS”...

“IMMUNIZATION RECORDS”...

And then his cursor finally stopped. And at the very bottom of the list lied what he was searching for:

“VITAL RECORDS”

There you are.

Don clicked the file as he hunched closer to his monitor, the feelings of anticipation and dread filling him as he wondered what he was going to find. Lotus would finally get some semblance of answers about her past now. And from what he’d seen of the wounded girl, he knew she needed some good news.

The first document to pop up on his screen was a newspaper clipping.

What? 

The article showcased some kind of vehicle, flipped over and ablaze on the side of a dirt-paved road. All the dates on the paper were crossed out, as well as the last names of anyone involved. The cover read in bold letters,

“FAMILY OF FIVE KILLED IN UNFORTUNATE CRASH”

Don’s head cocked in utter confusion as he began reading through the article. He began clicking his tongue as all his concentration zeroed in on every word of the story before him. 

Somehow this connected to Lotus. And he was going to find out how.

The article stated that during a particularly rainy, spring night, a family of five, (husband, wife, and three children), slid off the road and flipped their car over. When help finally arrived, as well as the Press, the car was being swallowed by unrelenting flames. Only two bodies were retrieved, that of the husband and wife. Their names were Frederick and Jess, but their last name was crossed out. 

All that was left of their two toddlers and baby were scorched car seats. 

Don backed away from his monitor in horror, covering his eyes with his hand and sliding it down to his chin. The images of the husband and wife’s bodies hidden under sheets made his stomach tighten with sorrow. He squirmed in his seat, both guilty and grateful that he had never seen or heard anything about this tragedy.

All it took… was one thing to go wrong.

… And then… everything was gone. Everything. That poor family…

The rest of the article continued on to review the woe of their family’s relatives, as well as the following funeral that would occur at a later date. (A later date that was meticulously scratched out to be indecipherable.) 

Why is this in her records?...

After finishing reading through the article, he moved on to the next document in the file:

A birth certificate.

Don muttered an annoyed growl as he noticed that this document had been thoroughly crossed out too, with the only things left reading:

Alexis?... Is that Lotus’ birth name?... But… this is an official document by the State of New York- 

A human certificate.

Don’s brain whirled all this new information around his mind like an indecisive tornado. Nothing was making sense. No puzzle pieces were lining up. How could he be given so much information and none of it is useful?!? Here he thought those psychos with medical degrees were organized and thorough in their research- Here he thought he was finally given a buffet of answers ready to be feasted upon at a moment’s notice. How wrong he was to think this would be easy.

If he’s learned anything in his sixteen years of being a teenage mutant ninja turtle, it was the fact that easy never seemed to be an option.

His shoulders fell as he let out a sigh filled with disappointment. None of this would make Lotus feel better… If anything, it could make things worse. 

If these documents are true… 

Don pushed away from his desk, dropping his head onto the rim of his chair as the weight of the answers given to him pressed further into his mind. His chest ached and his head spun with the implications of the documents.

Was Lotus born as an actual human? 

Did she truly once have a family? 

And how did the newspaper article connect to this?

Was she in that crash? Did she escape the fire? 

Instead of clicking into place and revealing the steadfast truth, all that these answers had done was scatter the pieces of this mystery further apart, deepening the chasm that remained of Lotus’ past.

That's it for this chapter!! And now all of you get to really see the base mystery of my story. :) Hopefully these small pieces of the past will help you theorize what you think happened to Lotus and who you think she is. :) I was ECSTATIC to show you all this chapter. I'm honestly quite proud of how it came out, and I am so excited to delve deeper into the mystery of Lotus' past.

Feel free to reblog and share this!

BIG THANK YOU to @poetique823 for helping me and encouraging me through this chapter! Also apologies for uh... breaking you. XD

@writer-in-wonder, @allyheart707, @oddartistl3, @risebabyx2, @joyjoygorl, @carrots-bear, @howtotrainyourdragonprince, @jasminegazer, @indieyuugure

If you want to be tagged in the next chapter, please comment down below! :)

To God be the glory!

~ Melissa

(CW- Implied past deaths, trauma, mention of medical trauma!)

Huh.... Mmmmmmmm I think your calculations are just a weee bit off. XD I wish they took that short amount of time! But uh... haha nope.. But I'll explain. :)

Firstly, a normal recording for, say, a five minute dub takes around twenty minutes to record and review before saving. And that's if I don't need to record any extra takes. Sometimes things take much longer. Lately the recording for the Indie TMNT episodes has gone on for longer than twenty minutes BEFORE even getting to review it.

Here's my usual order of steps during the editing process.

placing audio

editing and cropping audio

placing comic panels

cropping and shifting comic panels to match audio

sound effects

ambience

effects to audio (echoes and filters)

music

title credits

music for title credits

finished!

So this picture isn't exactly the best quality, but it gives you a good idea as to how many different elements I have to make and change in the editing phase of my dubs. In as simple terms as I can manage for those who don't edit, the blue blocks on the screen are the comic itself, (the pictures) and the green blocks directly below it are the audio. (the dialogue and grunts of the characters).

Every other green block is a sound effect or music.

Now this dub, "I Care Episode 7", didn't have too many sound effects to add besides the 'water' splashing and some mystical elements.

BUT. Now let's look over my LATEST dub, "Shadows of Our Past Episode 5"~

As you can tell, this one has FAR MORE teeny, tiny little effects scattered about. I counted 153 added effects all together. Hahahaaaaa This is why it took me TWO DAYS JUST TO FIND AND PLACE THEM ALL. XD And that didn't include today when I spent the majority of the morning just searching for the right music.

I can not tell you an actual average time span for editing each dub- since each one is so very different and requires different levels of skill and patience. But I'll estimate that my normal five minute dub takes around 8-10 hours to edit. Sometimes more depending on if I have to go searching and making my own sound effects and music. :)

Okay. *places editor cap down* Sorry for geeking out there! XD

Thanks for the ask, @notadorkygod!

TAG GAME!! Make yourself in this picrew and tag anyone you wanna see do it 🗣️🗣️

Teehee!

@eli-am-confused @toringo @sundewhasaudhd

Sorry for tags!

Thanks for the tag

@getyourpaybackwithsomepayback @musical-dash-trash @make-friends-with-the-rats @ivys-head-is-spinning

@writingraccoon @alchemicalwerewolf @ethereal-bumble-bee @emmaspersonaldiary

I look like such a dork (I am)

Some would say I have spooky stuff because it’s fall, when the reality is I have it all year round

doing this again :3

Thx for the tag :3

@mushrooms-frogs-skulls-imlucas @star-dust-shark @crowwolf8 @justagremlinoncaffeine @justagray @secret-mewtwo @apjofan @quantum-cos @ all my moots (I have shit memory, but I love and appreciate y’all 💛)

No pressure

Thanks for the tag!

@bonsai-maze @reyna4ever @unstableunicornsofasgard

chat I do not dress like this (I WISH I COULD) but I got a lil carried away.. ITS SO SILLY THOUGH SO U CANT BLAME ME ALR?? DHHSHDHDHHDHDHDHDHDHDHHXHD

NOW MY LOVELY DOVELY TAGS!!!!

This is the best I could dooo. I feel my hair is a lot more boring than this frfr :0

@niredsw @d011zk1ll @karmaajr

THISIS SO CUTE I LOVE HOW FUNKY IT IS

AKDIAJAS IT'S SO SILLY I LOVE

mines here

Im exactly like this, without taking or putting anything

Tried my best with the hair, so happy that this picrew has stimming. I’m not diagnosed with the tism, but every else thinks I am.

@lunarloaches22 @globbleglockxd @pink-arcee

Yippee, I love the fish in the background!

@i-am-a-living-god, @iobsesswaytoomuch, @0k-seizurre138, @chattieb, @sockkllyy

Thanks for the tag @lunarloaches22!!!!

I wish I had a fit like thissssss

anyways @riseleon @luna1star10 @howtotrainyourdragonprince @turtlepanic @orangepawn39 (no pressure, sorry if you’ve already been tagged!)

Thx, @unjudgmentalnoob ! This one had a lot of fun choices! I’m so happy they had a dragon earring!! 🐉✨

Thanks for the tag, @howtotrainyourdragonprince!! This style is so fun!! Reminds me of newspaper comics!

@indieyuugure @allyheart707 @jasminegazer @jadetheblueartist

Another picrew chain!

Make your ideal room/what you wish your room looked like

(If your ideal room is what you already have, you can just do that too)

Tags: @chained-sweater @persona5striker5 @ashippingpotato @simp4diobrando @obsessedwithyouxx

@garlimcbread @themushroomkingsforest @gr3aserzzz-gang and anyone else!

Link:

One day i shall have you,,,

This is close enough to the room I would one day like to have.

My ideal room 💚

Thank you for the tag!!!

this is so funnnn

I actually did this one a while ago lol

I wanted more books and more stuffed animals but I think this is enough

As close as I could get. It’s pretty cute. Wish it had the option for ten million plushies, and more pets. I wanna snake terrarium.

Just needs an aquarium and it would be perfect lol

This made me realize I have no idea what I want in a room XD green walls would be cool tho

I appreciate the tag! ^^

GUYS HELP ME.

I only have so much time to do one of these today- so WHICH ONE SHOULD I DO??? 0-0

Both are extremely fun to do - but I KNOW I'm behind on writing chapters.. But I'm ALSO behind on answering the asks about my story that were sent WEEKS ago.. :/ AIIYAH.

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