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nevertheless-moving · 3 months

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unable to stop dwelling on the discworld trouser leg of time where, in the penultimate fight scene in Nightwatch, Carcer manages to kill teenage Sam Vimes.

Which means that the future that Duke Vimes came from can no longer exist, which means he can’t go home. Meanwhile you’ve got a bunch of history monks with stored up temporal energy, a prepared space outside of time, and the need to do some desperate damage control before the Auditors get involved. Death shows up, reality is unweaving, Sam is reading Carcer his discworld miranda rights because what else is he supposed to do.

and finally, with little other option, the monks de-age Sam so he fits the time period and send him back out into the fray.

(they didn't call it deageing of course. His memory is hazy, splintered during that terrible in between moment, They....took the time out of him? Sanded away the edges of his self for a terrible, workable fit? It...wasn't a good feeling.)

Just—damn. Sam Vimes having to live his whole crapsack life over again, but this time as his disillusioned-reillusioned, unwillingly-character-developed, noir-epic, Duke of Ankh, Commander Sir Samuel Vimes self.

Younger (Older? He's never felt so Old, His steps so Childlike, reality twisting in his gut like one of Dibbler's pies) Sam Vimes walking around in a haze after the revolution. Desperate to go home, knowing he can’t. Wanting to drink. Knowing he can’t.

The whole precinct feels pity, he really took Keel’s death hard, hardly speaks except to do his job. Eventually he has to grit his teeth and start being present, because what else is there to do?

Resists the urge to drink until Colon takes the whole watch out to celebrate because -he’s going to be a father!

Come on Sammy, one drink won’t kill you— and after the first drink he’s cracking jokes and after the second hes smiling and after the third hes honestly the life of the party and sometime after that he’s crying about how he was going to be a father and my wife would be ashamed if she saw me drinking like this and—

Oh shit, Did anyone else know he had a wife?? A PREGNANT wife??? What—aren’t you like 12—no you're 17 now aren't you but when did—

You guys n’ver met ’er—oh gods none if you ev’n know ‘er, is jus’ me...

What—when did you lose—

I lost her the same damn day I los’ ev’rythin else, whadya think...bleeding Carcer...the fuckin revolution...

So! That! Sam only vaguely remembers the night, but rumors travel faster than light on the disc, so by the next day the whole damn city knows about poor Sam brung low by the loss of his poor, tragic, pregnant wife, so young to be a widower, and the Seamstresses nod because they already knew, don’t ask them how, somethings you just have to know in that trade.

And his mother—I don’t know, sue me, I’m a time travel fiend but there’s something deeply intriguing about a man meeting his dead parent, who is somewhat younger than him, and stepping into the old relationship like a badly fitting thing that's supposed to fit well. She would know, right? How would she deal with her son’s impossible grief? Maybe she wouldn’t know—he spent most of the time out of the house, running with different street gangs, maybe he avoids her until she dies and lives with the guilt twice over. God, we don’t even know her name. There’s just so much narrative and emotional potential that I don’t even know where to start.

When he’s on duty, which is most time - it’s agonizing because at first he remembers cases, saves lives that would have been lost. But the more time passes, the hazier his memory because in the original timeline he was becoming an alcoholic. Fuck! A kid dies and he could have saved her if he hadn’t been such a drunk, if he had just remembered where the asshole lived, but it’s all a haze, and he wants to drown out his guilt, but that’s what caused this in the first place.

Good young Sammy, who spends his rare off-time in dusty libraries (and yes, the irony that he’s apparently Carrot now is not lost on him) reading gods-only-know.

It’s not like he can ask the wizards for help, cutthroat and vicious as they are now in the not-so-distant-past.

Good young Sam, who...talks to the Broken Drum’s pet Bouncer like he’s a real person and not a dumb rock? That’s a bit weird, but he’s a bit of a funny guy.

Good old Sam, who believed the testimony of the dwarf who said the humans were trying to rob him and let the dwarf go??

the PROBLEMS this man would cause, good grief. Can you imagine a moderately progressive middle aged man with some degree of begrudging diversity and equity training that he did, for all his sins, pay attention to, suddenly going back to like, 1990, going back just 30 years, and going...oh damn this is kind of fucked up, no man you can’t say that, holy shit.

Except Sam’s lived through even more rapidly shifting social moroes! There’s no seamstress guild, there’s no women allowed inside the university, there’s no black ribboner’s society. People hunted trolls for their teeth! But Sam can’t just unlearn everything, and he can’t shut up, and he has no real luck and anyway he would absolutely get himself (temporarily) fired.

FUCK. Sam has no idea what to do with that. None. Zero clue. Wanders around in a haze until that dwarf he saved from police brutality finds him and insists on repaying the debt. No, he insists, do you have any idea what debt means to a dwarf?

“Sort-of?” he replies hesitantly, and that honest admission of incomplete knowledge shows a hell of a lot more respect and understanding than any self proclaimed dwarf-expert ever did.

Gets a job as a surface man, hauling rocks into the city. It’s backbreaking work, but, in true Discworld fashion, it’s also one hell of a workout (again the irony of being Carrot is not lost him. he freezes for a minute while hauling a rock cart, when he remembers he's technically Lost Nobility too, in a strict sense, but someone curses at him in the street and he's comfortingly grounded)

And here is where this au slides into a SPECTACULAR romantic comedy, BEAR WITH ME. Because in his time on the Watch he’s already done noir, action adventure, war story, detective who dunnit, psychological horror, but guards guards only allowed him to be a romance protagonist in an extremely limited context.

Give me righteous, twenty-something-looking, can’t-say-he-doesn’t-have-style, young Sam Vimes, not an alcoholic, being fed three square meals a day by his dwarven forced found family, hauling rocks. He is startled to find him bumping his head on a low hanging bar that he doesn’t think used to be there, eventually realizing that he’s an inch or two taller than he remembers. Huh. Guess all that bearhuggers really did stunt his growth.

Still doesn’t get what some of the looks from women he’s getting are about, sure, he’s dirty but so is everyone else. Fine, he took his shirt off, but it’s hot out, there’s far wrinklier than him hauling heavy loads, get a life.

Happens to glance in the Ankh one day when it’s particularly slow and shiny and is startled to realize that he might be turning heads for a different reason. Oh. Right, not that he was ever a heartbreaker, but he did alright for himself... when he was a younger and his face hadn’t been broken so many times. Which...it isn't now.

Is mildly disturbed by the revelation.

Especially once things blow over at the precinct and what with high mortality rates, he ends up with getting hired again. The boys are delighted to have him back, nevermind that he’s an odd one, noone is ever quite in your corner like Vimsey, absence makes the heart fonder, no one else works that hard, and he’s not even competition for promotion. All around great guy, we should set him up with somebody and just, no.

It just keeps getting worse! He’s literate! He’s a feminist! He believes abuse victims! He’s got a tragic backstory! He’s unreasonably good in a fistfight! He’s kind to animals! Word gets around that there’s a good man on the watch and he’s just waiting for a good woman to come snap him up. The widower excuse doesn’t hold people off completely, and for some it’s its own sort-of appeal.

Things REALLY become stressful after he rescues that carriage full of noblewoman.

What’s he supposed to do? Let them get robbed? Or worse? Chasing down and beating up 10 goons is as easy as beating up one, when they’re that stupid, getting separated like that, drunk and distracted, and he knows these streets better than anyone, really it’s nothing. And oh lord he’s Modest too.

I mean, they were genuinely greatful, as genuine as people like that are capable of being, the skill having grown rusty. And then there is something...magnetic about the man. An air of command.

So, soon enough you get Lady Marigold of Marigrave calling on Treckle Road for that gallant young officer who rescued them, she really needs to thank him. And Viscountess Elanor Thitzferal specifically requesting that he guard her at her next soiree. And Baroness Julieta van Shoeholten insisting that he come to her home while her husband’s away, for... manly protection.

Aaaah just zero sympathy from the guys. None. 'It’s become a competition, they’re just trying to see who can get me into bed first, it’s like I’m a piece of meat, you can’t send me sir, the Marquess greeted me in a nightee last time you made me go to—' and 'small gods Vimes are you even listening to yourself, shut the hell up'.

Simultaneous to this, (again this is several years into the timeline) swamp dragon accessories come into style. Which means abandoned swamp dragons scrounging on the street. Vimes takes one back to his apartment, blows his paycheck on dragon medicine, and eventually, heart in his chest, brings it to the Ramkin estate. The sunshine orphanage doesn’t even exist yet and he’s just standing outside the gates like an idiot, what is he thinking. Turns around, but her carriage is pulling up and—

well. they meet. it's cute. he's never felt so young. he's never felt so old, too old for her, too poor—

and certainly her thoughts linger too long on the awkward, kindly, handsome young commoner, but is it any wonder she doesn't quite connect it to the stern, dangerous, sexy young guard the ladies seem to be in some quiet, cuthroat competition over?

i have this gorgeous, absurd scene in my head in which Vimes is strong armed into standing guard at some high society soiree and one of the pushiest ladies insists he dance with here, or, if he prefers, if he's not confident about his skills, he can dance with her in-private at her home and he’s like [grinding teeth, looking for a way out, seeinf one] “I would be honored to dance with you.”

Steps right into some ultra-complex dance with multiple partner swaps (she never thought he'd pick this one, devilishly intimidating to one not strictly trained, and you barely spend anytime with your first partner).

But he does alright. Better than alright, for a common man, sometimes misstepping but his hands and feet always end up where they need to be. Raises several eyebrows part way into the song because he's throuwing in some slightly scandalous, no innovative, extra lifts and twirls that wouldn't become fashionable for another decade or two. Who even is that guy? Some out of towner? No, no he's in a guards uniform...how very strange.

Gets to Sybll and she's used to embarrassment during these dances, she tries to get out of them when she can... but can't always. Men awkwardly skipping the lifts, or worse, trying and failing. But him — oh it's him, the one who helped little Erold, and looked at her like—like—well like she was someone beautiful. And he's doing it again, and he's strong and there's a quiet moment where she's in the air, they lock eyes, and the rest of the room melts away.

And then the partners change again, the moment ended.

Just...living throught it all again. To the left, a dance he almost knows the steps to, throwing others off balance with erratic moves , honest mistakes, and delibrate stepping on toes. Improvising. Ruining. Improving. Getting far, far too much attention.

Hes almost excited when the first assassains start coming after him. It's like a hobby.

Everyone tells him he should get a hobby.

Interactions with young vetinari...I don't have the energy to write it all down, the slow circling in on each other, both burning with the need to fix the city, save it, their city.

needless to say he ends up fired again, life under real threat after offending some high lord.

Conveniently enough he has an employment opportunity- bodyguard to fucking Vetinari on his 'grand sneer.' The bastard knows vimes isn't what he seems, though sam is pretty sure that he doesnt know the exacts.

Vetinari hypothesis:(the ghost of keel? Keels son, with some hereditary curse? Or a larger spirit of justice possessing a string of unrelated souls? He knows things he shouldn't- mind reader? Fortune teller? Havelock once arranged for a wizard to bump into him on the street, the magical fool gave an odd double look and then muttered something about destiny looping in on itself giving him a headache. Destiny? Lost noble? And hes far too familiar with sybyl, one of the few bearable noblewomen in this city. And his thoughts on guilds, when havelock can trip him into speaking... Most of all, if hes reading him at all correctly (for all the mystery hes not that hard to read, unless thats a very clever cover) then it seems that behind those dark haunted eyes is Respect. Loyalty. For vetinari. What an interesting man. A puzzling asset. An intriguing threat. )

Did I mention the timeline is changing, healing slowly around the place where it was torn? Healing enough around scars to perhaps get some flexibility back, with some painful stretches and...massaging of said scar tissue?

And hes heading to unresting uberwald, a place where a werewolf pack still hunts humans and, truely unrelated but perhaps equally exhausting, an eldritch spirit of vengeance just might be looking to stretch its legs in a hapless vessel?

Opening drabble Vimes Vetinari Meta (Unwell)

#discworld #sam vimes #discworld au #nightwatch au #i literally drafted this post in December 2021 #and i know it was living in my head for years already at that point #i have more somewhere aging like cheese in the back of my mind #discworld fanfic #night watch #Let this be free from my mind #Perhaps someone else will write it #BE FREE ANCIENT AU OF MY SOUL #For all my obsession with discworld I have but this one (1) AU though it tears at me like the seam of a pair of pants #The songs I have permanently associated with this au are slightly bonkers by the way #My au #Seriously there's like two full novels worth of content up here. Sybyll running away from home and living as a commoner #To mirror Sam joining upper class in original timeline you see?#Some early discworld murder Wizard nonsense when they try to poke at the temporal anomaly and the universe goes brrrr #Eventually catching up with color of Magic city burning bs and vimes is mad as fuck #Weird year that never was protecting people during sourcery #And when we start catching up with where he left #Oh ho ho you can't to forward to something that doesn't exist but maybe you can go sideways to a place that's got a tear in it #A sam vimes shaped tear #And his pregnant wife from 30 years ago in the other trouser leg #AND that's not even mentioning how carcers trial got taken to a...higher court

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morguemaw · 1 year

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start of the Nightwatch AU!!! im actually. really surprised on how much this AU grew within 24hrs!!! I think Nightwatch and Lustale are my two favorite projects right now :D

Context: Nightwatch is a FNaF AU where the species are swapped. The Animatronics are Human and still Animatronics while the people are animals, such as Willian Afton, also called Willi, is a Hare. Comic will start off angsty but i promise it will become more light hearted! The AU very loosely follows FNaF Lore in the sense of how some characters will act, i dont want it to be too cliche with the angst but i know some people enjoy that >:) ( More pages coming soon )

#Nightwatch AU #meatygutsy art #tw blood

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phykoha · 1 year

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Alter Ego AU my beloved

#It's old art of an old au guys I didnt make these in one night HJFDSFS #phy's sketchbook #alter ego au #Blue Lightening #DJ DEE #Nightwatcher #Dr Splatter #tmnt #rottmnt #art #rottmnt au #tmnt au #rottmnt leo #rottmnt raph #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt mikey

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carrotkicks · 9 months

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Bsd/fnaf au thoughts

Okay, ready? bc imma dump the entire storyline right here right now:

Mori Ougai and Fukuzawa Yukichi are the co-founders of Feddie Faber's Pizzeria (They had some trademark issues to work around), and they were the best of friends and they both wanted to use the power of pizza, robots and capitalism to entertain kids. But Mori had secret, evil ulterior motives, he made a children's pizza place to get close enough to MURDER THEM! That's right, Mori was secretly a child serial killer! why? Bc the souls of dead kids had the ability to extend one's lifespan and bro was really into the prospect of immortality.

Mori's first victim, Yosano Akiko, his friend Fukuzawa's daughter. It was young Yosano's birthday and she was locked out in the rain from her own party, hosted at Feddie Faber's. That's when Mori snekily pulled up to her and MURDERED HER. The security puppet robot at Feddie's tried to save her but ended up malfunctioning in the rain and died beside Yosano. Her soul fused into the security puppet and she was REBORN in to the vengeful Puppet who vowed to give life to any kid murdered by Mori and take him down...

Fast forward to 1983, and Mori's son, 15 year old Dazai Osamu is causing trouble at his younger sibling Yumeno Kyuusaku's birthday party at Feddie's. Dazai has been taunting them and sticking his sobbing sibling's head in the highly volatile springlock Golden Feddie animatronic suit. Sudennly a freak accident occured and the super dangerous springlocks in Feddie's jaw malfunction and they CRUSH Kyuu's frontal lobe. They die. And Dazai is overwhelmed with guilt at being the one to cause their death.

Mori, devastated by his youngest's death vows to never let his kids be killed by animatronics ever again. But he still wants to keep up his child murder hobby. ITS OKAY IF IT ISN'T HIS KIDS. Mori said #notmychildren. Not too long afterwards his youngest child Elise gets scooped by one of his special Child Killer Robots, Circus Bebito (again, trademark conflict), and she eventually possesses that robot. Now the family is left with just Mori and Dazai.

The year is 1985, and Dazai wants to die. He still hangs around his father's pizzeria, and let a few of the regulars get close to him. You could maybe call it friendship.

First, there's Edogawa Ranpo, an older kid that Dazai thought was cool. Ranpo liked detective stories and the gross sugary candy from the prize counter and only played the easy, high ticket yield games in the arcade. Dazai though that was very cool too, especially the detective part. Unfortunately Ranpo's passion for investigation would be his downfall.

Next we have Higuchi, a young kid who found an inordinate amount of joy from the robotic animal performers at Feddie Faber's. Higuchi was a naive kid though, and her trust in the Feddie's character's would be her end....

Izumi Kyouka spent a lot of time playing at Feddie's. She's a pretty shy kid, but cared a lot for her friends in loved ones, a really strong protective streak, one that would get her into danger. Dazai held a lot of fondness for Kyouka, but that couldn't be said for

Her older brother and his no. 1 enemy, Nakahara Chuuya, but looking back on it, Dazai would probably call him his best friend. Chuuya was an employee at Feddie's, and Dazai had some of the most fun in his teenage years harrassing Chuuya's while he tried to serve pizzas in peace. But Chuuya cared too much about his family and seriously lacked self preservation skills, maybe if he kept his head down like a good employee he would have survived.

Finally, there's Akutagawa Ryuunosuke. Dazai never liked Akutagawa, but he did like to bully Akutagawa. Dazai regrets his cruel behavior, the boy didn't deserve what happened to him.

None of the five kids made it out of Feddie's alive. Their disappearances in the summer of '85 was infamously known as the Dissappeared Kids Ordeal (some publication in America got dirst dibs on a catchier name for a similar situation.)

The next person who needed to disappear was their killer, Mori himself. All he needed to do was collect enough samples of the life lengthening soul powers from the child-stuffed animatronics he made and he was set. But, PUPPET YOSANO (yeah she's back) wouldn't allow that, she gifts life to the dead children ghosts and they unionize against Mori. He, in a last ditch effort to hide from the ghosts after him, jumps into his springlock murder suit. The springlock mechanisms fail on him and he gets crushed to death in the suit. The Feddie's day crew eventually find him and, not wanting to alert another major scandal for the company, they seal him inside a back room to rot away forever

Dazai spends the last year of his childhood alone.

He knew his father had something to do with all the death he's experienced throughout his life but he needed the full picture. So Dazai took a *calculated risk* he followed his fathers instruction that he left behind.

> go to the Circus Bebito Party Bunker, finish up the business for me. you will know the truth about what happened to your sister and friends.

Dazai did and he learned about Mori's dark objectives. He discovered his old notes about the kids he killed,

Higuchi was inside the chicken animatronic, she was led away by the killer in a springlock suit

Kyouka ended up inside the bunny. she just wanted to know where her friend and questioned the costumed "employee" who was with him last.

Chuuya was stressed searching for his younger sister, stumbled into the wrong backroom at the wrong time with a conveniently empty fox animatronic at hand. He just wished he didnt trust his boss as much.

Ranpo's attempt at playing detective really didnt end well when he got too close too the truth. Ranpo always liked Feddie more than the other character, but that didnt mean he wanted to get shoved into it.

Akutagawa ended up in the decommissioned Golden Feddie. In a twisted way the two people Dazai hurt the most ended up demonically possessing the same robot.

Dazai heard enough, he was about to leave when. HE DONE GOT SCOOPED. See at his brief tenure working at Circus Bebito's Party Bunker, he got tricket by Fyodor the Circus Ballerina, Nikolai the Circus Feddie, Sigma the Circus Fox and his sister Elise, the Circus Bebito. The Circus robots all fused together to for THE DECAY OF ROBOTS. They trap Dazai in the Scooping Room and Scoop his insides out. And then Dazai got what he wanted and died.

But not really. Dazai was somehow still alive... see, Dazai was injected with the magical dead child soul juice that granted him an extra long life. So his body was dead and hand no internal organs, he was decaying but he somehow survived. Which means that his father did too somehow.

Dazai now has a mission! He wrapped his rotting body in place with bandages, got a security uniform and set to work. He needs to go back to Feddie's and realease the agonized souls of his dead friends, kill the Decay of Robots, and kill Mori. Then he can retire peacufully to the afterlife.

So.. can Dazai survive five nights at Feddie's?

#okay a more consise rundown:#dazai -> security guard/michael afton #mori -> purpleguy/william afton #q -> 83 bite victim #elise -> circus baby #akutagawa + q -> golden freddy #yosano -> puppet/charlie #fukuzawa -> henry #fyodor -> ballora; nikolai -> funtime freddy; sigma -> funtime freddy; doa -> molten freddy; doa+elise -> ennard #kenji -> chica; kyouka -> bonnie; chuuya -> foxy; ranpo -> freddy; // theyre all the mci ghost kids #misc but unmentioned:#ango -> phone guy #kunikida -> jeremy fitzgerald/fnaf2 nightwatch/87 bite victim #atsushi -> gregory; lucy -> cassie #vanny undetermined... lol #lol okay this au is fun okay.#bsd fnaf au

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zandiiangelspit · 7 months

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Went back and gave an old sketch of The Nightwatcher some love~

Special one for @wumpusinthetardis ♡

#drawings #tmnt 2016 #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #human!tmnt #human!raphael #human!au #nightwatcher #tmnt 2014 #bayverse tmnt #raphael

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ask-my-rw-ocs · 21 days

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Alright HERE'S THE ENTIRE CREW!!!

Will post descriptions/lore for them later, feel free to send these goobers asks.

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yourfavoritecascade · 24 days

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I’m staring to work on a few bigger projects at the moment so lemme just *drops a bunch of sketches & scurries away never to be seen again*

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lonelymagpies · 5 months

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i'll join the night watch with the sole purpose to get to top Aemond in his slutty leather straps

We’re all in this together 🎶

#aemond targaryen #aemond smut #artists on tumblr #NightwatchAU #aemond nightwatch AU

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shxllraizxr · 5 months

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𝙀𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙁𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬

| 𝙉𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙧 ! 𝙍𝙖𝙥𝙝 × 𝙊𝘾 | 𝘽𝙖𝙮𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚 𝘼𝙐 |

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing , Violence

• possibly a part 1 if it goes well. Also mysteryyyyy ~

𝟭𝟬 : 𝟰𝟱 𝗽𝗺...

𝟭𝟬 : 𝟰𝟱 𝗽𝗺 was the time she was suppose to be here.

“ I could have sworn she said she was gonna be here . . . ” Jackie sighed as his hands rested in his large heat insulated hoodie. New York had just started its snowy season and the streets couldn't be anymore busy. His teeth chatter and his eyes squint as the crunch of newly fallen snow is present while he walks down the small sidewalk of Times Square. He would periodically check his texts to see if the person he was talking to would ever show.

They planned to meet for some Christmas shopping and possible go out for a bite to eat. But from the text only being left on read, it told another story.

He got stood up.

𝘼𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣

“ for fucks sake.. again with this.. ” he grunts as he shoves his phone back into his pocket. His eyes glancing around the car driven roads as he makes his way down a few blocks towards a empty lot way. God he hated this. This feeling. Its the fact that he can't really be known to seeing he has been stood up until its kind of too late. April's warned him , heck even Casey knew about stuff like this happening on a dime. Jackie had that type of aura and energy to still try to make things work.

Though he wasn't sure how long he could keep that up. As well as with the Turtles. Yeah he liked them but how could he admit his feelings to them. Mainly to Raph.. He has always been like a big brother to Jackie but it kind of became more. It was the way the terrapin was. Underneath the mean and rough exterior. The was something more to him than people portrayed him to be..

Jackie thoughts wonder for a moment as he soon looks up seeing people standing around at something. Curious but cautious he follows towards the group of people crowding down an alleyway. His ears hearing the sounds of shouting and loud grunts bounce off the alleyway walls as he looks around through the thicket of people.

Only flashes and glimpses of 2 individuals duking fists and kicks wildly as a group of people banter and yell to both. Luckily Jackie managed to squeeze in between the few he could as he gets better view of the opponents. The smell of cigar smoke , spices , and rather.. questionable substances are puncturing Jackie's nose as he wines trying to get a better view. He could only make out the bare minimum of details.

A round heavy set man with black hair and clothes matching a description of a notorious gang back in the day. The purple dragons. They use to run the backstreets on new york whenever the foot was around. Luckily thier numbers began to dwindle as they were either taken out by the foot. Or by the Turtles. So it was still rare to see a person in the purple dragons during this time. But with all the crime spikes it wouldn't be put of the question.

But as for the other person , Jackie had never seen them before. At least not to his knowledge. Between the blurred movemnet and the darkness out the outside and snow.. he could barely make out the figure. They worre A large black tactical suit and a large helmet masking thier face. As well as a chain and mace like object strapped to his hips.

Jackie watched in slight awe at the fight. The banter echoes as people yell profanities and calls to both. “ 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙩 ?! ” the hooded stranger called out as he throws a mean right hook to the guys jaw causing them to stumble back. A sea of winced faced and " oohs " can be heard before roars and cheers are met with the hooded figure standing victorious above his now concussed opponent. A group coming around drag the victim back as the crowd continued to cheer and make noise.

The figure joining in with occasional banter and sbowboating. Jackie looks them up and down trying to figure out and process who this person could be. Could it be a male? Maybe a girl! A girl with a vlice changer and body suit on . Though he shakes the thought and grabs his phone switching to record and video tape the hooded person through the group of people.

“ 𝙒𝙝𝙤'𝙨 𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙩! 𝙏𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙖 -

” silence falls from.there voice as thier helmet visor fixated on the crowd. Jackie looking at the phone slowly stepping back as he realizes they can directly see him. People began to disperse as he pockets the phone quickly turning back to appear like he didn't know nothing.

The figure doesn't move. Blocking his hands out to stop any people from making a move and to show he isn't of any harm. Jackie watching in caution and readiness just in case. The figure didn't speak now his movement slow as he tilts his head. The a siren. Flashing red and blue light lit up the alley exit as the sound of cops opening door and aiming ready to take down any criminals or people wanting to combat them.

The hooded figure crouches looking at Jackie a hand holding out to nonverbal tell him to stay still a blinking nod from Jackie as he hears the officers give orders. Shaky hands come up as the figure soon rolls something between the others legs.

A canister. It ticks. Tick. Tick. Tick.

“ 𝙎𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 ! ”

He calls as the crowd of people began to flee and the canister explodes sending large clouds of gas everywhere. Jackie takes a second before dashing towards the backend of the alley and hops over a gated fence. He knew he had to get out of thier. He coughs covering his face as he walks out of the smoke and into an bustling streetway.

He looks back down the alleyway as the smoke still spreads out from the alley. The next send he turns he sees the figure. Sitting on a larger than average motocyle like vehicle. The ominous gaze from the black helmet hiding any emotion from them. Jackie getting one last glance before a bus drives between them obstructing his view.

And before he knew it..

They were gone.

He blinks before rubbing his head. This was strange. He hadn't ever seen anyone like this before. And they didn't seem to be a threat or villainous, at least from.that small encounter but still. Jackie takes a glance at his phone once more scrolling through the pictures. " who are you..." he ponders as he begins his walk. He has to figure this out. It was another mystery of the city to solve.

And lets just say. He loves mystery.

Kind of a weird place to stop but don't fret. This might end up a pt.1 if it is good enough 😅

Dividers belong to @animatedglittergraphics-n-more ♡

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zeriphi · 1 year

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~The Nightwatcher~

.... And with that I have officially completed 100 TMNT related pieces. Which. I still can’t believe but here we are. This was one of the suggestions I got for the 100th piece

.... And below is a bonus that was not suggested but felt pretty on brand since of those 100 pieces 45 of them are Rasey-

#tmnt #rasey #raphael #Casey jones #teenage mutant ninja turtles #the nightwatcher #tmnt 2007 #fanart #digital art #art tag #zeriphi #human au

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nevertheless-moving · 3 months

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“Shit,” Lu Ze swore. History monks were not, generally, given to vulgarity. But, given the circumstances, it was more or less the only appropriate response.

Lu Ze swore again, more creatively this time, as the distortions around them became increasingly unsettiling.

“What happens now,” Vimes rasped, still cradling the corpse in his arms.

It is a strange thing to mourn yourself.

But he was just so small.

Carcer giggled helplessly in his restraints. “Should be interesting, huh.”

“Oh, be quiet, you vile man. Do you have any idea how much trouble you’ve caused?” Another monk snapped.

“Nope,” Carcer said, with an obnoxious popping of his lips. “But I’ve got a few guesses.”

“THIS IS ALL WRONG,” Death said.

“Yes, we know,” Lu Ze sighed, rubbing his brow. Reality splintered further, the surrounding troops, which before appeared distorted as if by mist, now simply appeared distorted. Vimes’ stomach twisted in empathy and revulsion.

“I LOATHE TIME TRAVEL” Death said, approaching the Sam Vimeses. The older, living one scowled defiantly, pulling the small corpse away.

“There’s no time for that,” Lu Ze said sadly.

“HE IS DONE,” Death agreed. “REALITY CAN ONLY TAKE SO MUCH.”

He turned empty eye sockets towards the monks, as if to glare judgmentally. “PARTICULARLY WHEN IT HAS ALREADY BEEN TWISTED UP LIKE THIS,”

Vimes shuddered as the reaper swung his scythe, passing through his younger self without slowing down. A terrible chill fell down his spine, but the vague unsettling form to the world around them settled into a more familiar pattern. Cracks still ran through the length and breath of the sky, ground, and people.

“FIX THIS,” Death commanded the monks. “BEFORE THE AUDITORS GET INVOLVED.”

“Right,” Lu Ze steeled himself.

He took a slow, oversteady breath. “Alright people, get ready—we’re —we’re going to make another trouser leg.”

"Now?? Here?"

“We’re not prepared.”

“ARE YOU MAD?”

“What about—”

“It’s too big a change—”

“Just do it!” he snapped. “Unless anyone has any better ideas!”

A moment of crystalized hesitation, then the monks got to work, spinning glittering devices and furrowing their brow in concentration.

“I’m sorry,” VImes whispered, shame-faced, “I tried—”

“It’s not your fault. And it doesn’t matter anymore,” Lu Ze said brusquely. “Now hold still— this is going to hurt. A lot.” He reached a hand forward, then paused.

“Sorry about this,” he whispered. “But sometimes we are called to live through things we would rather not. And sometimes... we are called again." He tapped the center of the blood soaked Commander’s forehand.

“Wha—AAARRGH

from this au

#sam vimes #Discworld #my au #Nightwatch AU #discworld au #When Vimes woke up his...younger corpse was gone as was Carcer.#The splinters in reality were concentrated in one section of sky.#It was...uncomfortable to look at but a slight relief over the sight of dying men being bisecting by a dying reality #Gotta focus more on the unwilling romance protaganist part of this au because the start is a straight up eldritch tragedy #Actually the romance protaganist part is also kindof tragic but in a slightly funny way #The start is just. Sad.

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