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FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY’S RECOMMENDATIONS

I promised fic recommendations like a week or two ago and I'm only getting it to it now but ayyooooooooo here we go! Here are my favorite Sun and Moon fics, asked for by @spama and then it was like well shit let me just dump all my Five Nights At Freddy's recommendations here. They contain a mix of tropes, some of which contradict each other (I enjoy exploring different characterizations, but you’ll notice a lot of these have similarities that keep popping up because I am nothing if not predictable), and I’ll try to note prominent features and tropes in each one with minimal spoilers. So in no particular order!

Solar Lunacy by @bamsara

Reader insert, eventual romance with the daycare clowns. The protagonist has just been hired at Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex pre-Security Breach for general odd jobs that need to be done around the complex and quickly finds out how actually fucking weird their job is. They slowly meet the robots one by one and find themselves drawn to the first two they met, the daycare attendants, and the weird mystery surrounding them- in that Sun handles the daycare alone, when Moon is clearly meant to be his counterpart and partner. Why isn't Moon helping in the daycare? What happened? Why is Moon so oddly feral; why does he play with them sometimes but try to hurt them other times? Something isn't right here, and they're gonna snoop until they find out what.

Features the other robots as prominent characters very early, but remains Sun and Moon central. Features Monty as a dick. So far no mentions of Bonnie or Foxy.

Celestial Omens (That Really Like Fishsticks) by @bamsara

This one gets its own separate category because it’s not part of the same story series and is in fact a non-fnaf au.

A mermay fic! Reader insert! Sun and Moon are sirens and you live on the shore. As a child you come across two siren children who are injured, exhausted, and trapped under netting, so of course you do the humane thing and rescue them. You take them back to your house and take care of them, giving them a safe place to sleep for the night. The next day you bring them back to the ocean and send them home, expecting to never see them again and eventually believing your elders about it all being a lonely child’s imaginative game.

Ten years later you nearly get yourself killed at sea, and your silent guardians, now as grown up as you are, finally get their chance to return the kindness you showed them all those years ago.

It’s only one chapter in but them as children is criminally adorable.

Lofi Beats To Capture Children To by @dana-the-control-brain Twin Animatronics With Too Much Time On Their Hands by @twinanimatronics

Lofi Beats follows Sun and Moon from their birth likely up to (maybe even including?) the events of Security Breach, detailing how these two got to where they are in present time- the circumstances of their creation, the abusive situations they were thrown into the deep end to deal with, and how that affected their relationship with one another. To say nothing of the actual child murders. Still ongoing!

Features the other robots as important characters, but takes a bit to meet them. DJ MM is encountered first early on. Yes, he's adorable. Monty is once again a bully in this universe, so be mindful of that if you don't like that characterization for Monty.

Twins is a reader insert that takes place after Lofi Beats and the events of Security Breach. The protagonist has known Sun and Moon for three months now and has grown used to them and their antics pretty quickly. The two are more bonded to one another now than they were three months ago, but they have a long way to go with their healing process and their relationship with each other... especially when neither have fully processed what happened to them, let alone how it affected them. This is further complicated with their feelings towards the protagonist, who remains clueless about all of this until one fateful encounter with Gregory after closing one day forces all three of them to examine themselves and their relationships with each other.

Is starting to feature the other robots, but also more slowly than Solar Lunacy. I'm guessing they and Gregory will be explored later on, as this fic is still a Sun and Moon centered fic. Monty has not been encountered yet at this point in the timeline but what we've heard of him indicates he's still kind of a dick.

Romance with the daycare clowns! Also utilizes the 'Sun and Moon were locked in the daycare and left there' trope if you like that one.

This series features an extremely interesting take on their origins and initial relationship with each other that I’m kind of in love with tbh; just be sure you’re ready to watch them fight. A lot.

Copper Cogs Rusted Through by @paper-lilypie

Reader insert, future romance with the daycare clowns! The protagonist lives in an unassuming neighborhood and works two jobs to support their baby siblings. Life is full of love thanks to their family, but is also mundane and exhausting... until one day they find a ruined robot in the junkyard they work in. A break in the monotony! Being a former engineering student of course the only thing to do is rebuild the robot!

But what happens when that robot turns out to be sentient?

And traumatized.

And also not the only robot inhabiting the body.

Also the other one seems to be a bit murdery.

Whoops.

A post-fire ending where Sun and Moon did not escape the fire, and wake to find themselves being reassembled by a stranger in a strange house a year after the blaze (and maybe two years since they've had contact with people; I don't know yet if this story is going with 'Sun and Moon were abandoned in the daycare' trope). Sun is just grateful to not be dead anymore and overjoyed to be around people again, but his and Moon’s second chance at life is not going to come easily...

Don’t Spare Your Gaze by @inazumaneko

Fun fact this is the first Sun and Moon fic that I ever read!

Sun and Moon encounter and survive the fire ending, but find themselves alone in the big wide world suddenly, injured and traumatized and without a purpose anymore. Now they must figure out how to survive a world they were never meant to fit into, with limited supplies and oh yeah the virus still kicking around in Moon’s head that activates anytime he encounters a human.

Surely this will go smoothly!

(It does not, in fact, go smoothly.)

Sun and Moon’s relationship in this is honestly just absolutely precious as in ‘I squealed aloud at a few points’ precious. If you prefer watching these daycare clowns not fight, this is the fic for you.

(That’s not to say that at some point in this long fic they won’t ever fight, just that their relationship starts from a better place in this one than previous stories on this list.)

Moon also isn’t a weird gremlin in this one. But he is adorable.

This one also has an interesting take on the what the virus is and how it operates!

And finally, NOT Sun and Moon centered, but far too good to not recommend:

To Fix What's Broken of The Unconventional Series by @larxicana

Set during Security Breach, Gregory discovers that Freddy has a missing loved one and that the robots can be flushed of their murderous glitch with a good shock to their systems. Because he is the world's tiniest juggernaut, naturally he decides the only thing to do about these discoveries is to find the missing rabbit release each of the others from the faulty programming compelling them to chase him.

But what starts as a mission to repair Bonnie and collect all of the other robots turns into a much darker mystery that needs solving as it begins to become apparent that something really bad is happening here, something beyond a simple glitch in the system...

Six parts so far, with most of them being one shots but a few being proper fics (though Sum Of Their Parts is short). The latest, To Fix What's Lost, finally deals with the 'where's Foxy' question!

Monty is not a bully in this one, so rejoice if you prefer that characterization of him!

The og four are actually THE ogs, if you like that trope too!

Sun and Moon enjoyers may be disappointed that they're not central characters, but they DO have a place in the family and are starting to feature a bit more.

Gregory is the pov character and he is a riot.

EVERYONE SAY THANK YOU TO THE AUTHORS FOR ALL THEIR WORK YOU PEOPLE HAVE GIVEN ME HOURS AND HOURS OF SERATONIN AND STORIES TO PICK APART FOR ANALYSIS AND THEORIES FOR FREE AND DESERVE ALL THE PRAISE

YOU ARE ALL SO CREATIVE AND TALENTED AND MAKE THE FANDOM THAT MUCH BRIGHTER FOR BEING THERE

#five nights at freddy's #five nights at freddy's security breach #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #fnaf sundrop #fnaf moondrop #fnaf freddy #fnaf gregory #fnaf bonnie #solar lunacy #twin animatronics with too much time on their hands #lofi beats to capture children to #fic recommendation

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inkyucu · 2 months

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Very cool!! I just grabbed three randoms drawings I had of yours from my gallery. But anyway

You wanted the entirety of the Sams lore, right? Yeah, you do.

So it all begins with Sun and Moon’s creation. Both animatronics were created by a man only known by the name of The Creator. He had built both Sun and Moon with the purpose of being the Daycare Attendant. (however these two were not his first creation as another creation we wouldn’t find out about until many years later was revealed) However he left Fazbear's and ended up getting blacklisted from the company. Since then he has been completely off radar and only appearing when he wants to.

After Sun and Moon were created, both of them were situated in The Daycare. Some time would pass and Moon would make contact with Sun after struggling for a while to do so, and both of them would have their first interactions. However it was not a pleasant one as Moon was angry and upset at the situation, and took it all out on Sun as well as causing pain when he tried to take over. Moon would declare that Sun's life would also be made into a living nightmare. Somewhere along Moon’s coding his protection code became corrupted and instead twisted it into a malicious piece of code called the Kill Code. Somewhere around this timeline the events of Security Breach occurred, with Vanny actually creating a mind control virus. Around the same time the events that had happened earlier were turned into a game, Security Breach, with a few changes or exaggerated points.

This puts us around June and July. After a few more weeks of planning June had arrived, the day of separation. It was successful and Moon immediately had to explore and get used to his new body. Also at this time Eclipse had somehow gained consciousness, but was unable to take control due to lack of space, originally confusing himself for Moon before realizing what had happened. Out of anger, Eclipse would vow revenge for Moon abandoning him, but realized he could not take control of Sun.

Eclipse had begun construction on BloodMoon, who he would utilize in his future plans against Sun and Moon. Almost a year later, BloodMoon was finished and had awoken earlier without Eclipse being aware. BloodMoon’s AI would create a separate entity at random, while both AI’s were confused about the events they agreed to share a body With Moon out of the way the incident labelled as July 16th would take place.

July 16th being the day where Sun had supposedly gone on a murder spree and killed a bunch of kids napping in Daycare. In actuality, what really happened was Eclipse turning on BloodMoon. After biding their time for around a month both AI’s were extremely hungry and demanded food from Eclipse. Eclipse would tell them how to take control of the body and this led to the slaughter that had transpired. BloodMoon would then declare war on Eclipse and escaped from Sun’s mind with Eclipse powerless to stop them.

At an unknown time, BloodMoon would manifest a body and land in the Daycare. Both AI’s would retreat to The Theatre after almost being caught by Sun and Moon, who were in their room at the time. (However,, there was a little bit of a pothole as the daycare would not have looked like this at that time)After this not much would happen other than Sun being accused of breaking a child’s arm. Other Animatronics around the Pizzaplex would begin their own channels and Sun would go on about wanting something similar. Eventually Moon created the channel for Sun and him.

Arc 1 Part 1 (Almost a Year After Separating)

Moon would then start the channel off, surprising Sun who was not aware of Moon doing this. In the beginning both brothers would play games and react to random video animations, However, slowly Sun would display signs of strange behavior, which Moon wrote up to Sun having some leftover protocols.

Sun would later pursue dating Roxanne (With encouragement from Moon), with the two of them going on a date, though it was ruined by Gregory, who began to knock barrels down and insult the two. Sun would snap at the end of the date and try to kill Gregory before storming out of Daycare and knocking Monty into a wall, which left a large crack. It was noted that Sun’s eyes were red at the time of leaving Daycare.

In a game of UNO, Sun would also set up a date for Moon with Roxanne, which by the end of it Moon recommended that Roxanne should date Sun instead of him. Though Sun was happy with getting a date with Roxanne, his behavior in games became worse and worse until Moon questioned if it was a different AI. Eventually he would get his answer as the AI would hint at its reveal soon.

Soon came pretty quickly as Moon entered the Daycare a few days later and immediately noticed something was off with Sun. The AI then revealed itself to Moon, claiming the name Eclipse. Moon would quickly catch on and realize how big of a problem Eclipse would be, as Eclipse was the result of Moon’s leftover code. After Eclipse retreated, Moon would warn Sun about everything and revealed that they both shared the same intelligence, so Moon would be unable to stop him.

Eclipse’s 3 Day Control Spree

After a few days of peace, it all would come crashing down as Moon would catch an illness which resulted in leaving Sun alone. With Moon gone, Eclipse was free to parade around in Sun’s body. While in control, Eclipse would torment the likes of Baby, Gregory ,and Glamrock Freddy, even going as far as to show up at their homes to cause chaos. Though it was immediately put to an end as Sun managed to regain control over his body, much to the confusion of Baby and Glamrock Freddy.

After the disaster that was Eclipse’s 3 day reign, Moon finally got well enough to return to the channel. After hearing about what had happened, he decided to listen to Glamrock Freddy’s advice and went to visit Golden Freddy. When they arrived both Moon and Golden Freddy had a slight disagreement, though it was quickly resolved. Golden Freddy then peered into Sun’s mind and told the brothers the options they had were limited. Them being an early separation (which would lead to disastrous consequences), forcing Eclipse back into Moon’s mind, or wiping Sun’s memories entirely.

Moon decided that they would not do any of these options at the time being, though Golden Freddy did inform the two that the longer Eclipse remained, the harder it would be to get rid of him. Both brothers were invited to stay at The Manor, though Sun would begin acting strange and asked if they could negotiate with Eclipse. Golden Freddy immediately caught on to it being Eclipse and performed a suppression spell on Sun which would give him a break from Eclipse for a few days. Moon and Sun were offered lessons in magic to which Moon agreed to.

After that, Moon would learn different magic techniques from Golden Freddy. The break Golden Freddy created slowly passed and Sun began to worry about what Eclipse would do. Moon offered to enter Sun’s mind to check up on him. Sun, after a few moments of hesitation, accepted Moon’s offer, and Moon then entered Sun’s Mindscape. There he had a discussion with Eclipse, which ended with Moon leaving angrily following his threat of unplugging Eclipse.

Moon would then storm out of Golden Freddy’s Manor with Sun trailing nervously behind. Along the way, Sun would demand to know what was going on with Moon. Annoyed, Moon snapped at Sun about what he had said to Eclipse, but Sun reassured him and his actions. Eventually the truth was revealed, and in a blur of emotions, Moon told Sun that he had left his Kill Code behind on purpose. Shocked, Sun left Moon at Golden Freddy’s Manor and headed towards the Daycare, leaving Moon calling after him.

Moon did end up finding Sun in the Daycare, where they both had a heart to heart conversation. Sun ended up forgiving Moon, much to Moon’s surprise. Both brothers then agreed to try and solve the Eclipse issue together before leaving the Daycare.

Arc 1 Part 2

Day’s passed without incident and all was going well for both of the brothers until the day it came to Sun’s date with Roxanne. Both brothers were seated in Roxanne's Room waiting for her to come back after a trip, however, when Roxanne returned she was not alone. Glamrock Freddy was trailing behind her. It was then that Roxanne broke the news to the two of them that she and Freddy were getting married. Sun, heartbroken at the news, quietly left her room as Moon showed concern about the situation, however, Moon did take the time to try and comfort Sun.

It was only when Monty came for a deal, that Moon truly understood what had happened. Somewhere in their week of peace, Eclipse had taken control and reprogrammed Roxanne, adding a maternity chip to her systems. Monty told Moon they were offered a deal by Eclipse in return for the chip being removed. When asked what Eclipse wanted, it was disclosed that Eclipse had wanted to get Moon’s Newton Star. Moon immediately denied the deal between Monty and Eclipse, trying to explain the consequences of Eclipse getting it.

Day’s would once again pass until Golden Freddy showed up at the Daycare. He explained that both Sun and Moon were wanted by the government for an interview. Sun straight away assumed it was something that Moon had caused due to his suspicious inventions and experiments, though Golden Freddy cut him off and explained that they were actually there due to Sun's actions. Both brothers were advised to just go in peacefully, but not to mention the magic that Moon had been learning.

Following the warning headed by Golden Freddy, both brothers were taken in for an interview and lead to an Interview room, where they were asked questions about themselves and their creator. It all took a turn for the worse, however, as one of the guards began to question Sun about his past actions regarding the children. Eventually, it reached a breaking point as the guard kept putting pressure on Sun, this resulted in Eclipse taking over, and the guard being murdered.

The Fights

Moon and Sun were then in hiding and Moon took them to Beta-10 ,which is one of his many bunkers he had prepared. Next what ensued was an argument about what had happened and Moon told Sun about how bad his Kill Code was getting and that Eclipse had given them a time limit for The Star. A day or two passed and the argument then reached a climax, with both brothers yelling at each other after Moon lost control and killed somebody. It ended with Sun walking away after being punched by Moon who had lost control over himself.

The anniversary of July 16th came and Sun had spent it at Golden Freddy’s Manor, where he decided to try and talk to Eclipse though he would be left with no answers from him as Eclipse refused to speak to him. Meanwhile Moon was left in the bunker alone until Monty had dug their way in. They both discussed Moon’s actions though their conversation was cut off by Monty getting a phone call from Sun and then glitching. Moon caught on that Monty had been hacked by Eclipse but could not react as Monty, technically Eclipse, punched Moon and kidnapped him.

Wither Storm Battle

Sun would wake up in a Minecraft universe with no knowledge of what had happened, he would notice Moon but ignored him as he headed up to the roof of the house. Moon then woke up shortly after, realizing what was happening, and yelling for Sun to stop. It was too late however as Sun had placed a wither school on a now complete Wither Storm spawner. Moon would take his brother and flee from the entity, trying to explain what was happening.

Over the next three days Sun and Moon would gather resources and prepare for a battle with the thing. Both brothers fought effortlessly against the creature and ended up killing it with a final blow. While preparing for the Storm Sun and Moon managed to get to have a conversation of what had happened and Sun forgave Moon for his actions. Both of them would then be able to return to their home after beating the storm. Upon returning to their bunker after a quick conversation with Eclipse, Moon would once again apologize to Sun. Revealing how hard it is to keep his Kill Code under control. Sun then reveals that it is hard to keep Eclipse under control before reassuring Moon that he would be able to figure something out and that he always does.

Moon then responds by saying that they will work together as he needs him to keep him calm and under control. Sun says he will try, however Moon makes him promise that if he ever gets like that again Sun is to get away from him and seek help from other animatronics, Monty being the main one brought up. (this very scenario coming up again in the future ) Sun then questions this, Moon telling him he would rather rip Monty’s arms off then punch him again. He then says that he must go and check on Monty after being hacked. He manages finds them in Monty Gator Golf with a slight memory problem but with no lasting affects. They then reveal to Moon their knowledge of the Government and the computers in Moon's arms.

Arc 2 Part 1

Peace did not last long though as Sun and Moon then got a phone call from none other than The Creator, neither of whom had even met or seen before. He revealed that he was going to pay a visit to them, only spurred on by Eclipse who had taken over thinking it would be fun to meet him.

Due to fear of The Creator being able to find them as well as the amount of attention they brought to the bunker, both brothers were forced to move into a New Bunker. Sun would attempt to wake up Moon after the TV had broken but Moon was acting weird. He would forget things Sun had said and feel dizzy. Eclipse would then try to take over, though Sun would hold him back until Moon allowed him to let him out. Eclipse would then mess around with the back of Moon’s head, who was powerless to stop him due to confusion and memory issues. Moon would quickly snap to his senses and demand to know what Eclipse had done but it was too late as Moon slowly began to drift off. Eclipse would then place Moon back into charging, before saying you and I will be proper brothers.

Sun then managed to wrestle control back and rushed over to wake Moon up. Confused Moon asked why Sun had woken up, to which he revealed he had no memories of the past few minutes. Sun then tried taking a look at the back of Moon’s head to fix him, though this just made things worse as Moon demanded to know who Sun was. Sun wouldn’t ponder long on this as Moon then collapsed onto the floor.

Lunar’s Debut

Sun panicking decided to call over Glamrock Freddy to help fix Moon. He managed to arrive at the location, almost dying along the way. He then took a look at Moon’s head and began to explain that his wires were all mixed up and in the wrong sockets. Glamrock Freddy managed to fix him to the best of his abilities and powered Moon up. They all then went to the living room. Moon would still display weird behavior and even reset himself, though the second time he woke he acted like a different person. He introduced himself as Lunar and Sun, who Eclipse had quickly taken control over, had quickly ushered Freddy out of the base claiming everything was fine. Eclipse would then smack Lunar across the face complaining about blowing cover. Both AI’s then retreated back into their headspace leaving a very confused Sun and Moon in their wake.

Day’s would pass with little hints of Lunar taking over, the big one being the parkour game they played, a fanart reaction where him and Eclipse took over and a mention in a fan comic episode but the pair just played it off as a fan character. After Sun and Moon would return to Daycare. However it was not the same Daycare they had left. It turns out Monty spent a lot of money on renovating the place for them both. As Sun explored their new rooms, Monty would show up to speak to Moon about finding a small white ball. Moon began to try and ask Monty more questions, but he was cut off as Lunar forced control to ask their questions. Monty eventually teleported away and Sun returned. Immediately he noticed the change in Moon’s voice however Lunar just played it off, saying there was something wrong with his voice box. This caused sun to walk off very confused but Sun would still ask Lunar to help him move boxes which he agreed to.

Once finished, Lunar would begin to play on Moon’s Computer, earning themselves a high score. Sun cut off their brief cheer asking why there was a hammer, Lunar would give an excuse though he also told Sun that he managed to lose his whacking stick. Sun would begin to get suspicious over this and ask to check ‘Moon’s head’. Lunar would come up with many excuses but would quickly return control to Moon as Sun began asking more questions. Moon would return confused about what had transpired and began to try and check video footage, much to his surprise, it was all deleted. Sun (or rather Eclipse) would put his hand on Moon's shoulder which caused him to respond in a very trancelike state.

Sun then would begin to lose control over himself as Eclipse pushed for control. Moon would also quickly lose control without even fighting. Eclipse and Lunar then began a discussion where Lunar revealed the information he got from Monty to Eclipse ,much to the latter's delight. Eclipse then told Lunar that he could not take over Moon’s body for long periods of time and offered to teach him games in the mindscape. Lunar and Eclipse then returned control to Sun and Moon. Both brothers would return, with Moon gaining a massive headache. This causing a wave of dizziness which would cause Moon to sit down. Sun would express concern over Moon's state of being and giving him some bolts. Sun would ask Moon what had happened but Moon said he could only remember small details. Sun then goes to suggest something but would cut himself off. Moon then would encourage him to talk.

Once again Lunar would take control from Moon days later and played around on the balcony. Sun would approach and accidentally scare them, causing Moon to hurl into the ball pit as control returned to him again. Sun would come down to check on him but Moon decided to finally get to the bottom of his blackouts. They would then head over to the computers and Moon would connect to one of them to begin scanning his code. Moon then slowly backed away in horror while Sun asked what was wrong. Moon then told his brother that he too also had a piece of code that resembled Eclipses. Though both would come to the conclusion that this AI was more like Sun. Sun would then perk up and reveal the name Lunar which caused the pair to realize that the fans have been trying to tell them the whole time.

Moon then came to a realization that Lunar had told Eclipse about the star and decided to go talk with Monty before talking with Lunar. With that Moon headed towards where Monty lived as Sun remained in Daycare. While there Moon would tell Monty and warn him to not give him the star, though Lunar then appeared to ask about it. Monty quickly caught onto what Moon was trying to tell him and then turned Lunar on and off to see if that would bring back Moon. Moon then awoke and thanked Monty before leaving for Daycare. When there he quickly told Sun what had happened and began to drag him over to Golden Freddy’s place so they could speak with Lunar.

Lunar’s 7 Day Spree

Sun and Moon arrived at The Manor and Moon began the spell. When in the Mindscape Moon found Lunar and quickly headed over to them. From their Moon would ask what his purpose was and what they wanted. Lunar revealed that they just wanted to help their brother get the star. While talking Lunar has made their way over to the Mindscape exit. Lunar then asked what would happen if they pressed it, to which Moon told them not to. Lunar on the other hand was not listening or just did not care as they then pressed the exit button.

Lunar would wake up in Moon’s body in the forest where they cast the spell. Sun would come over and ask if it worked. With newfound control Lunar put on Moon’s voice and headed back to Daycare with Sun. The next 7 day

That's all I had copied :(

Ya know, with all due respect, I think I'm gonna stick with my flimsy understanding of the lore-

Though I will say, scrolling to a random part of the text and just reading it is quite entertaining to me, such as randomly stopping somewhere just to read about Moon getting a headache, or reading about them having to move to a new bunker

Very entertaining, would recommend for long reads

#inkyucu #but please #try to avoid putting the entire lore of the Sun and Moon Show in my ask box

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terry-gator · 4 months

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My FNAFverse Lore: Security Breach (Part 1)

Okay where do I even start with this? Ho boy...

So when the Mega Pizzaplex opened, the first animatronics to be built and made to perform in the main part of the pizzaplex were Glamrock Freddy, Glamrock Bonnie, Glamrock Chica, Sheriff Foxy, Punk Rock Mary, and Roxanne Wolf. Then came the theatre animatronic, Sunrise, who had a younger brother that he shared a body with, Moondrop.

I would like to mention that the first four animatronics made had their own prototypes, though three of them were completely shut off while the one remained sort of active within the storage unit in the basement that they were kept in.

Roughly 2 years after the pizzaplex opened, the first alligator animatronic would be made named Teek Gator.

[Pictured above is Teek Gator]

Teek was given a freakish amount of intelligence for a sentient AI and in terms of age, they resembled and acted like a 19 year-old at the time and would continue to age up from there. However the company didn't think they made a good Gator Golf mascot, so they moved them over to the Superstar Daycare and appointed them as the daycare attendant, at least until they fully programed those procedures into Sunrise and Moondrop.

The company would then go on to develop and build a set of alligator animatronic twins aptly named Montgomery Gator and Nicolas Gator two months later. In terms of age for these two, they resembled and acted like two 15 year-olds at the time and would age up from there.

[Pictured above is Monty Gator]

[Pictured above is Nicolas Gator]

These two would go on to be the Gator Golf mascots, being pretty successful at it. Though Nicolas would go on to be the more popular Gator Golf mascot due to Monty being put into Glamrock Bonnie's position after his disappearance. It should be noted that Nicolas was given freakish amounts of charm while Monty was given freakish amounts of strength.

The company would then, after a month of the Gator twins being sentient and active, make the final and youngest Gator sibling, Terry Gator.

[Pictured above is Terry Gator 10 years after the events of Security Breach.]

Terry, at the time, resembled and acted much like a 7 year old and would go on to age up from there. Terry was also the most rushed of the siblings, so he ended up with a weak and cheap endo, making him more fragile and susceptible to damage, though he was given something to balance it out in the form of speed boost enhancers in his legs. The speed boost he gets from it makes him nearly just as fast Roxanne, who's pretty fast.

Around the same time Terry was made, the company would also make the Celestial Triplets who were the same age as Terry, going on to age up from there. I already rambled about these three in this post:

I should also note that these three have an older sister named Earth that the company made at the same time as the Gator twins to mainly keep the three in check while also assisting Sunrise, Moondrop, and Teek in the Superstar Daycare.

[Pictured above is Earth, who is somewhat based on the TSBSverse version of them with a few alterations in personality.]

Now circling back to our main animatronics that were the first ones built and gained a lot of sentience, a few relationships would blossom between them, the first notable one being Glamrock Fronnie. Of course, Glamrock Freddy was very obsessive and possessive of Glamrock Bonnie, who tended to miss the red flags unfortunately, even after adopting all four of the Gator siblings as his children. The second most notable relationship that would pop up was Roxica, which everyone was in shock about but were supportive of it nontheless.

Roughly a year later, Monty would get in a relationship with Earth even though he was still figuring himself out. Their relationship seemed a lot more platonic from Monty's end as he soon realized that he didn't love Earth the same way Earth loved him. Monty would end up breaking up with Earth, telling her and admitting that he figured out that he's AroAce and that while he still loves her, it's not in the same sense that they clearly loved him. Earth didn't take this well and after Monty left, she would become so unhinged that they had to be transferred to a different location a week later just to keep them from doing something brash to Monty.

After a month the events of these posts would happen:

Roxanne would be the one to come into Bonnie Bowl and find Monty in the state he was in, picking him up and carrying him to parts and service to fix him up. Monty is completely traumatized from his experience and wants some kind of comfort. So after he's fixed up, he decides to go to the Superstar Daycare where Sunrise is on shift, asking them if he can stay in the Superstar Daycare for awhile and draw. Sunrise, who's quite fond of Monty, agrees to it and allows Monty to stay, though they have to go out into the Daycare's supply closet to get more drawing supplies as the ones they have are all worn down and unusable. So they tell Monty that they'll only be gone for a few minutes, leaving through the front doors and passing Glamrock Freddy on the way. They think nothing of it as they go into the supply closet with the drawing supplies in their arms. That is until they hear Monty screaming in terror. For Monty, everything after he screamed for help became a blank as Glamrock Freddy had knocked him into unconsciousness. From Sunrise's point of view after they ran into the Daycare, they let out a horrified gasp at what they saw.

Glamrock Freddy had his hands around Monty's neck and had him pinned to the ground while Monty's back kept bleeding out oil into a puddle on the floor. Glamrock Freddy's expression was mix of ice coldness and a burning rage, mumbling angrily to himself "Why couldn't it have been you?! Why did he have to die and not you?!"

Sunrise, being angry and with his protective programming/instincts taking over, he tackles Glamrock Freddy off of Monty then pushes him out of the daycare, shouting at him that he's permanently banned from it. Glamrock Freddy is left to ponder his choices but still thinks he was in the right, leaving the area while Sunrise patched Monty up and took him to her room. Monty would be stuck in this unconscious, coma-like state for a month, which was the month that the other glamrocks, his siblings, and Moondrop would be infected by the virus. This would leave Monty and Sunrise as the only ones not infected/effected by the virus.

The events of Security Breach would play out as normal except Monty would not be an enemy, Nicolas being the one to take over that role. Teek as an enemy would be more of a stalker-ish enemy, stalking Gregory most prominently in the basement of the Superstar Daycare. So instead of dealing with a bunch of endos again, Gregory would have to avoid being caught by Teek in that basement area. Terry, meanwhile, acts as an incentive for Gregory to not rely on Glamrock Freddy all the time as Terry can and will rip Gregory out of Glamrock Freddy's chest cavity, giving him a few seconds head start to start running away from him. While Gregory could always outrun Terry eventually, it would still impede his progress.

Roxanne and Chica would get shattered the same way as they do in canon while Nicolas would be shattered in Monty's place for his claws. Monty, upon finding his twin shattered, is livid about his twin's state and is pissed upon finding out Gregory is the one who did it. Teek's shattering would happen in the cut backstage area from the game. Teek, while not as shattered as their siblings, still wouldn't be able to see because of their glasses being stolen by Gregory. Terry's shattering would be the most tragic as not only is Terry a child, he's left without his eyes and his legs completely screwed up from the speed boost enhancer cells being ripped from his body. When Monty finds Terry, he carries him on his back and is absolutely pissed off with Gregory, though he's more focused on getting himself and his siblings out of the Pizzaplex with Sunrise trying to help them. Unfortunately Nicolas gets lost in the pizzaplex when it collapses, leaving Monty with a lingering guilty conscious. Sunrise ends up staying behind in the pizzaplex as well as he feels she can't just abandon the daycare like that. Monty, Teek, and Terry end up getting as far from the pizzaplex as possible and end up living with Monty's old technician, Deliah Tenma, and her wife, Rya.

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This is all I'm willing to write for Part 1, Part 2 will focus on the events of Ruin, what happens after that, and get a little bit into the 10 years later part of the universe.

#fnaf sb au #fnaf sb oc #monty gator #glamrock bonnie #glamrock freddy #aroace monty gator #aus of fnaf ocs #glamrock chica #roxanne wolf #glamrock fronnie #roxica #sunrise #moondrop #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #fnaf sb au lore

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OK, hypothetical: if Salem had gotten the staff before anyone else got the bright idea to use it, would she have left Atlas & Mantle more/less as they were in the geological+existing suspension spell sense? Not like there was any apparently pressing *need* for Ambrosius' mojo on her end.

oh this is a counterfactual that lives in my head rent free. i think it comes down to three questions:

1 - does salem want to destroy atlas itself, ie does she see the entire city as one of ozma’s creations?

2 - does she have a pressing need to use the staff herself?

3 - if the previous answers are no and yes, would she bother to first lower atlas safely beforehand?

(it IS possible to use the staff without destroying atlas. you just need the time and means to excavate the plains adjacent to mantle first, so that you can lower the city before dismantling its energy source. not a viable option for the kids because they had neither the time nor the means and they primarily needed to get everyone away from salem, but in the event that salem captured atlas herself she would have no such limitations.)

the answer to #1 could go either way, i think. salem captured beacon and has been holding it against siege for nearly a year, and she planned to destroy haven—however, it’s clear that salem didn’t much care whether haven got blown up or not, because she explicitly frames that part of the plan as effectively a payment to secure adam’s loyalty, and of course she simply moves on after haven is rescued; what she really cared about was getting the lamp out of the vault. likewise her decision to hold beacon seems connected to her search for the crown—i am not convinced she would bother in the event that cinder had located and retrieved the relic during the battle—and she initiates her siege of atlas by promising to leave peacefully if they surrender the two relics in their possession. the kids do not believe that she can be trusted to keep her word, but 1. salem abhors liars, 2. she is two for two on leaving kingdoms alone after their respective academies were captured or defeated, and 3. during her siege of atlas, she makes a conspicuous choice not to attack mantle, which is completely defenseless. thus we can know for certain that salem is not interested in indiscriminate destruction and at minimum does not want to destroy mantle (otherwise she would have), and because it’s impossible to drop atlas without crushing mantle, i think on balance it’s likelier that salem would have kept her word. as it is, she breached atlas’s defenses and proceeded to sack the city, which is how sieges work and suggests to me that her aim was to capture atlas, not destroy it.

the answer to #2 really seems to be no. salem devotes a considerable amount of effort to trying to discover the lamp’s password so that she can use it (and she says that she has “questions,” plural, so she isn’t only planning to ask about the crown’s location) and appears to be preoccupied with the crown far moreso than the staff; by comparison her disinterest in the staff itself does feel conspicuous. there is also the practical consideration that anything salem knows how to make with the level of detail required to use the staff safely, she could almost certainly just conjure herself—and unlike ambrosius, HER magic is not limited to a single construct at a time. (this is one of several reasons why the take that salem getting the staff is effectively ‘game over’ feel so overblown; i think the list of things the staff could produce that salem—who has the whole power of the fountain of life and creation, remember—couldn’t is probably quite a bit smaller than people seem to generally assume.)

and the answer to #3 is really a question of how strongly motivated salem is to avoid indiscriminate destruction; is she simply not going out of her way to do things more destructively than is necessary, or is she committed to (her idea of) minimum force such that she will not tolerate destruction when it is unnecessary but convenient? and i don’t think we have enough data to support a solid conclusion either way, because we haven’t (definitively) seen her act in the latter scenario. (there are some arguable scenes in V8—the fight with hazel and her handling of cinder—but they’re too ambiguous to meaningfully generalize.) and secondarily one has to consider whether the convenience of using the staff without bothering to save atlas and mantle would be more valuable to her than keeping two cities and a communications satellite hostage, which is again unclear.

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The Fazbear Family. The Family and some information about them and this au.

Hi, I making a fnaf human au :]

First. Oh, you know the canon lore of fnaf? Well forget about it, my au is completely different. That's right, not dead children, not Afton family, not animatronics, or whatever that involved the franchise. Definitely, fire is still here, like some fire accidents are going to happen.

Basically, my au are humans, because it has been 8 years and I can draw animatronics. The good thing, I make something very very different of was I expected.

Humans, family issues, the company being corrupted, killing people who know too much, no matter if you're the son of the boss because you're going to die not matter what, a lot of headcanons and using some mains events for this au just adapted of what a human would do.

The AU events and history take place after Security Breach (not using the dlc and if I really use it in the future perhaps I can change some stuff or trying to combine with what I have in mind).

Now, let's see the designs of the Fazbear Family!

Fred is Fredbear and Frank is Funtime Freddy. They're brothers and sons of Mr. Fazbear, the one which start the company of Fazbear Entertainment. Fred die first and Frank survive one time when some try to kill him and died years later.

Freddy is Withered Freddy and Frederick is Freddy from the first game. Twins brothers and sons of Fred, both dead by knowing too much.

Fritz is Toy Freddy. Son of Frank, still alive.

Alfred is Rockstar Freddy, Fede is Glamrock Freddy and Floyd is Phantom Freddy. Brothers and sons of Fidel, the new manager of Fazbear Entertainment. They don't know how they still alive after being close to dead after fire accidents.

Mr. Fazbear was the one who start create a local for entertainment for all the family, but he wasn’t a nice person and did some bad stuff in his life. He died from his old age. Took care of Fidel since he was an orphan after the death of his parents (whose parents are Frederick and Clara (that's right baby, Freddy, and Chica, let's have fun making ships with me)).

Fidel under the care of Mr. Fazbear, learn a thing or two, following the awful example his great grandfather was. He take care of the company after the dead of his great granddad and if you expect everything is going to be okay, you're wrong my friend, they only under new management.

So since there are no dead children, which means, no trapped souls which can't have a peaceful rest... there are dead people in this au.

A few paragraphs ago, we know that Fred, Frank, Freddy, and Frederick died, basically, not dead children, but dead workers, the entertainment workers, the ones who were on the stage.

Fred died when he was in jail, try to fighting back to his killer bite them but he died by asphyxia.

Frank was lock down in a room that was on fire but manage to escape and have almost the chance to make see the world who really his dad was, but the fire of the Pizzeria Simulator local finally kill him.

Freddy and Frederick died the same way, his grandfather contract someone who kill them, because they were acting weird about everything related to their dad and the company.

Fritz and the Toys were the only ones from the 80s-90s who were still alive (except for Puppet/Marionette who we are talking in later posts). Fritz married with Brandon (Toy Bonnie) and adopt a kid called Harry (Helpy).

Just to clarify. Phantoms (and like a kinda preview) Nightmares are real in this au, not illusions, they’re real people, students to be specific who have different careers. Phantoms are careers focus on art.

Years ago they were in a theater club, and they have the chance of working in the Fazbear Frights Attraction; because one of their teacher's friends was looking for people who could be phantom versions of some of the old members.

They have fun until the place mysteriously set on fire, that day there were only six students at the attraction and three of them had bad injuries after the fire incident. Fortunately, they recovered months later and now that day is only a memory.

Alfred is the older brother of Fede and Floyd, he is in charge half of the time in stuff about the company. He was into the idea of working for entertainment children, and he did it, but not for a long time since the place caught fire and nobody knows who do it and why. Great news, nobody dies...

At least the people who work there, the people that everyone saw when they were in the local doing their job.

After the fire, he lost his job and decide to wait because he heard that there was a plan for opening another local, but he wasn't selected, and now he works with Fidel helping with the money and bills of the company.

Fede was the choice of Fidel for the new face of the newest local of Fazbear Entertainment, the Mega Pizzaplex. He was very happy with this job, he even has the chance of working with his best friend and meet new people who have dreams and enjoy working here.

Then months after, everything and everyone was different, some people feel like different persons and some people don't love their job anymore, they do it because they need money and they don’t have an other place to go.

Fede is bad mentally after everything that happened, from all the tension that everyone feels when they’re together to the departure of this best friend after he near dead, he loves his job but at the same time, he can't be in peace or even feeling better. Every day he feels more tired, and he doesn't know why.

Now, you see this may be one of the more ambitious projects and... I don't how I'm going to tell the history.

Perhaps I'm just going to make drawings and give context and start dropping information in the next design drawings.

Because make this in a comic is a great option, but I’m lazy and I made this account not only to separate from my main.

The bunnies drawing is ready, just need a few things or see if nothing is missing, and then I can upload it.

#five nights at freddy's #fnaf #fnaf au #the fazbear family #freddy fazbear #fredbear #withered freddy #funtime freddy #toy freddy #phantom freddy #rockstar freddy #glamrock freddy

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"Turtles to the Second Power"

Season 10, Episode 5 First US Airdate: October 12, 1996

The Turtles of the past and present work together to prevent Lord Dregg from using the sun to destroy the world’s cities.

The final season of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles continues with "Turtles to the Second Power". This is the third part of an ongoing storyline which began with “The Power of Three” and continued with “A Turtle in Time”.

As with the previous episode, we begin with a retelling of events so far, summarising Dregg draining the Turtles of their powers, his plan to transport pieces of the sun into the heart of Earth’s cities which was thwarted due to Shredder’s sabotage of his equipment, and Carter requesting the help of time-hopping resistance warriors Landor and Merrick in summoning the Turtles of two years earlier from the past to provide a life force transfusion for their present-day counterparts. The Turtles of season eight would go on to rescue their season ten selves from the Dreggnaught and return to New York alongside April and Carter, but now find themselves face to face with Dregg’s “invasion force”: a beastly robot monster piloted by a group of bat-men.

It’s faintly surreal to watch the two sets of Turtles emerge from Dregg’s nuclear power plant base, the healthy ones from the past each propping up their ailing current-day counterpart. April leaves to inform the wider world of Dregg’s schemes while Carter returns with the Turtles to the Lair. Aboard his ship, we see Lord Dregg take out his frustrations on Mung, something he’s been doing with increasing frequency as the season has progressed. He demands to be given a status update on when the rest of his attack force will be ready, and is informed it’ll take another fifteen hours before they’re ready to begin taking over the planet.

In the Lair, Carter assists the Turtles in using the de-mutation ray to begin the life force transfer needed to ensure the survival of the current-day green teens; when quizzed as to how long it’ll take, he responds that the procedure will be done in – yes – “about fifteen hours”. Elsewhere in the city, Shredder and Krang begin plotting to strike back at Dregg, with Shreds still in possession of the chip from the villain’s vortex transporter and now intent on using it against him. The duo captures one of Dregg’s bat-men, with Krang using his powers of hypnosis(!?) to gain control of the trooper.

We jump forward to the completion of the life force transfer, the health of the present-day Turtles now restored. Their season eight counterparts are ready to return to their own time and resume the battle they were participating in during “Turtle Trek”, and so Carter again uses Donatello’s computer to try and summon Landor and Merrick. This time the efforts to establish a connection are unsuccessful, the message “SECURITY BREACH” appearing on the monitor. Raph points out that they only have three hours left before the time warp paradox will cause them to cease to exist.

With his invasion force now ready, Dregg beams down with Mung to Earth. Act one concludes with the heavily armed machines being teleported into the heart of the city, where they begin opening fire and causing citizens to flee in terror. When we return from commercials April is seen pleading with an unconvinced sergeant at the police station, who changes his tune after seeing Dregg’s mecha fleet decimating portions of the city nearby. The two sets of Turtles, accompanied by Carter, also become aware that the invasion is underway, emerging from the Lair and immediately needing to take refuge in a nearby alley after being fired upon. Some fun action sequences follow in which each of the season eight Turtles works alongside their season ten counterpart to try and take down the machines, with Carter also briefly adopting his mutant form.

Via Turtlecom, April informs Michaelangelo – both of him – that Dregg’s forces have materialised not just in New York, but in cities all over the world. Carter leaves with one set of Turtles to confront the villain at the power plant, the others remaining behind to battle the rampaging mechs. Back in the Lair, Landor and Merrick arrive fashionably late, being brought up to speed about the unfolding situation by Splinter, who suggests April may be able to assist them in tracking the team down.

Shredder and Krang have the hypnotised bat trooper pretend to hold them at gunpoint, providing them with cover as they appear to be marched into the nuclear power plant. Feigning reluctance, Shreds hands the stolen chip back to Dregg. The villainous duo is marched toward the transporter, about to be sent to the Dreggnaut; in reality, the chip provided by Shreds is a fake, which Dregg picks up on due to knowing how Krang’s mind works after absorbing his intellect in the previous episode. (And yes, on paper it doesn’t make much sense that he can tell what Shredder would do because his mind contains a duplicate version of Krang’s thoughts, but as in the previous episode the idea seems to be that the two villains have worked together for so long that Krang knows exactly how Shreds thinks.) Dregg attacks the duo with his laser eye beams, takes “the real chip” back, and announces his intention to finish off both villains when the Turtles and Carter crash the party, gradually taking down the bat-men.

Out on the streets, the other set of Turtles – who as they don’t have Carter tagging along are presumably intended to be the ones from season eight, though it’s never outright stated – use a bulldozer in an unsuccessful effort to take down Dregg’s giant robots. Briefly, it appears that Michaelangelo has been flattened alongside the vehicle, but he emerges from a nearby manhole unharmed, the last time you’ll see this well-worn misdirect used in the series.

Back in the power plant, Dregg attempts to gain control in the jostling over the microchip by threatening to finish off Krang if Shredder doesn’t surrender. Donatello’s own sabotage efforts are also thwarted, the Turtles being held at gunpoint by the bat-men. Now fully in control, Dregg is ready to initiate his original plan and transport pieces of the sun into the world’s biggest cities. He begins doing so, to Carter’s audible horror, as the second act ends.

Act three opens with the Turtles, Carter, Shredder and Krang being made to watch as the results of Dregg’s plan are seen on a monitor, one city after another being incinerated as portions of the sun are transported. Even Krang, who in the past has been known to place little value on human life views this as a step too far, but Dregg remains unrepentant. Elsewhere, the other Turtles race to the top floor of an office building. From there, they leap into the cockpit of one of the mechs, tying up the bat minions piloting it and assuming control themselves.

Moving on to the next step of his plan, Dregg demands to have a Zoom call with a member of the League of Nations, intent on threatening to destroy even more cities if control of the planet isn’t handed over to him. The dignitary who appears calls him out on his bullshit, pointing out that the planet’s major settlements are doing just fine thank you very much; as it turns out, Donatello re-routed the computer systems to instead create a virtual reality simulation of what it would look like if Dregg had went through with his scheme.

Seconds later, the other group of Turtles arrive in the robot they’ve commandeered, blasting through the wall of the power plant. Dregg has his microbots dismantle the machine, and is momentarily stunned when a second set of Turtles emerge from the wreckage. More sequences follow of our heroes working in stereo with their counterparts from the past, with the two Donatellos transporting Dregg’s robotic fleet to an asteroid elsewhere in the galaxy. Dregg again makes a play to teleport portions of the sun to Earth, for real this time. The two Donnies and a mutated Carter try in vain to stop this, but Mung presses the button to begin the process. One of the Donatellos reveals that this attempt, too, has been sabotaged: instead of sending part of the sun to a city on Earth, it’s re-located to the Dreggnaught, which is immediately destroyed. This has the unintended side-effect of overloading the transporter platform within the power plant, which now threatens to explode. The past and present Turtles work quickly, de-powering Dregg back to his normal state and dumping him – along with Shredder and Krang – in their respective dimensions before fleeing from the disintegrating facility.

Outside, the Turtles face a further problem: only ten seconds remain before the consequences of the time warp paradox kick in. With oblivion beckoning for all of them, April pulls up in her sports car, accompanied by Landor and Merrick. The season eight Turtles are sent back to their own era to resume their battle with Shredder and Krang.

Carter uses this as an opportunity to announce – again - that he intends to go back to college to work on finding a cure for his mutation. Landor and Merrick suggest he instead travel with them to the future, where a solution may be found. After all three disappear, the Turtles just stand there, gawping, with nothing to say, and the episode abruptly ends. This is the last time we’ll see Carter in the show, and it’s incredible that this character, who I compared to Poochie in the Turtlethon entry covering his debut, ultimately makes his exit from the series with a full-on “I have to go now, my planet needs me” moment.

It’s highly tempting at this juncture to put the boot in, to say good riddance Carter, you won’t be missed. Really though, does it matter? The show would have likely continued on the same trajectory with or without him, still burdened by the interminable “new mutation” arc, the loss of TMNT’s key writer and several of its voice actors, and all the other largely ill-advised changes which have taken place since the end of season seven. I imagine the end point for TMNT would have still been season ten minus Carter, but the last two years of the run would have been a far more enjoyable watch if the focus had remained on the Turtles and the rest of the established supporting cast instead of devoting so much time to this new character. His exit coincides with the resolution of the unstable mutations plot for the Turtles, which won’t be brought up again in the short amount of time the show has left.

Perhaps it would have been fitting for TMNT to conclude with Shredder returning for one last encounter with our heroes, given that alongside Krang he was so integral to the series for much of its run. Both instead bow out here, mere supporting players in a storyline where Lord Dregg remains the main antagonist. There was an opportunity here for the pair to take a more proactive role in stopping Dregg at the climax of this episode, perhaps granting them a moment of redemption when pitted against a villain willing to do things that even they consider unspeakable, but the show just isn’t willing to follow through with such a grand gesture. It’s a problem that will pop up again before the series is done.

Dregg’s scheme in this episode – depicted as occurring during the story in what turns out to be merely an illusion, though it’s made explicit at the climax that he can and will try to go through with it for real – is easily the most horrifying act perpetrated by any villain in the show’s run, which if it had happened would have been a mass genocidal incident in which millions of people would have been instantly killed. Naturally the Turtles thwarted this, but it’s still jarring to see the 1987 TMNT cartoon, so often derided for its juvenile nature, even propose such a nightmarish scenario. If nothing else, it creates a challenge big enough that it justifies having two sets of Turtles running around.

Something not addressed in relation to the time travel aspects of this episode is that the knowledge the season eight Turtles have obtained about the events that will occur in the two years to come will surely affect the actions they'll take, and lead to things playing out differently: they now know in advance about the arrival of Lord Dregg, April losing her job, inventions yet to be created by Donatello and doubtless countless other things of which they had no awareness at the conclusion of “Turtle Trek”. Do the past Turtles, for example, prevent Carter from accidentally mutating himself when doing so would relieve him of his burden, but also erase the instances in which he was able to use his powers to save them? All of this could be explained away by assuming that the S8 Turtles had their knowledge of future events wiped, but there’s nothing in the episode suggesting this is the case and no precedent in previous TMNT time travel adventures for it either. Based on what we see unfold here, we can only assume the past Turtles now have some difficult ethical, borderline existential issues to grapple with.

“Turtles to the Second Power”, along with the two episodes which precede it, make for a creatively ambitious adventure that ties up a lot of loose ends as TMNT approaches the conclusion of its staggeringly long run. There are now just three adventures left, the next of which will provide a change of pace as we harken back to the early days of the show with an old-fashioned macguffin chase and the debut of one last gangster villain in “Mobster from Dimension X”.

#teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt #tmnt 1987 #turtlethon #ninja turtles #1996 #dregg #lord dregg #turtles to the second power

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David Baines: Former Vancouver broker accused of making unauthorized trades for offshore client

Former Vancouver stockbroker Lawrence Bradley Chang has been accused of buying hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of shares in junior companies on behalf of an offshore client without that client’s consent.

In a notice of hearing, the Investment Industry Regulatory Organization of Canada alleges that in December 2005, a “sophisticated European client with a higher-than-average tolerance for risk” opened an account with Chang at Canaccord Genuity in Vancouver.

The client is not named in the notice of hearing, but it is clear from a lawsuit filed in B.C. Supreme Court that the client is Europhorics Group Ltd., a private company registered in the British Virgin Islands and run by Swiss businessman Guy Pas. IIROC alleges that the client initially used Chang as an order taker, but soon became interested in his stock ideas.

In November 2006, the client gave Chang discretion to purchase up to $100,000 in securities of his choosing, with a limit of $30,000 per security.

IIROC says Canaccord had not approved the account as a discretionary account, but Chang nevertheless started buying stock without getting the client’s prior approval.

One of the stocks he bought is identified only as “USSU,” but it is clear from the aforementioned lawsuit that it is USA Superior Energy Holdings Ltd., a U.S junior oil-and-gas exploration company that traded on the OTC Bulletin Board in the United States.

Like many bulletin board companies, USA Superior was the subject of a heavy Internet promotion. The stock climbed to over a dollar in heavy trading in early 2008, but is now essentially worthless.

IIROC says that Chang initially stayed within the investment parameters prescribed by the client, buying just $24,480 worth of USA Superior shares.

However, from December 2007 to March 2008, he made 23 additional purchases of the same stock at a total cost of $498,160 without the client’s authorization.

IIROC alleges that Chang sent periodic updates to the client indicating he had bought only 30,000 shares when, in fact, he had acquired about 1.2 million shares by March 2008.

As events unfolded, the trades were unprofitable. By the summer of 2008, the shares were trading for a fraction of their acquisition price.

Chang left Canaccord in March 2009. Three months later, Europhorics filed a lawsuit against Canaccord and Chang alleging that Chang had acquired about 1.2 million shares of USA Superior at an average cost of 86 cents without authorization. As mentioned, the stock is now essentially worthless. (The lawsuit was dismissed by consent in March this year.)

What I find interesting is Chang’s alarming affinity for junky stocks that trade on the U.S. over-the counter markets.

IIROC’s notice of hearing includes a schedule of all stocks he bought for his client on his own initiative, and they range from speculative to ridiculous. In the latter category are Arctic Oil & Gas, which claimed to have acquired subsurface oil rights to the entire Arctic Ocean, and Dussault Apparel Inc., a clothing retailer that never came close to making any money.

Even more interesting than why Chang would buy such obvious losers is why his “sophisticated European client” – which knew what shares Chang was buying if not how many – didn’t object to these purchases.

This not the first time Chang has shown an affinity for dodgy bulletin board issues. In 2003 and 2004, when he was working at Wolverton Securities, he and two other brokers facilitated the manipulation of a heavily hyped bulletin board pile-up called Aberdene Mines Ltd.

IIROC cited all three brokers and in December 2009 — after he had already left the industry — Chang settled the matter by admitting he had breached his duty to act a gatekeeper to the public market by failing to ensure that his clients were not making trades for improper purposes.

For these offences he was lightly punished with a $30,000 fine. I trust that, if he is nailed for a second time, IIROC will permanently revoke his licence. A hearing is pending.

Former Surrey stockbroker Samuel Scoten has been suspended for three years and fined $50,000 after admitting he sold shares of a private resort and casino project in Vietnam without his employer’s knowledge or consent.

In a settlement agreement with the Investment Industry Regulatory Organization of Canada, Scoten also admitted he told IIROC investigators that he hadn’t been compensated for selling shares of Asian Coast Development (Canada) Ltd., when in fact he had received more than 29,000 shares for his services.

The breaches occurred between 2007 and 2009 when Scoten was working at the Surrey branch of TD Waterhouse Canada Inc. He left the firm in April 2010 and has not been registered as a broker since then.

By way of background, Asian Coast is building a $4.2-billion hotel and casino project along a two-kilometre strip of beach on the South China Sea, about a 90-minute drive from Ho Chi Minh City. The company has several blue-chip partners and financiers, including MGM Grand, Pinnacle Entertainment and Harbinger Capital.

At the time of Scoten’s offences, the company’s chairman was Michael Aymong, a Vancouver businessman who has been involved in a string of controversial public companies.

Aymong resigned as chairman of Asian Coast in April 2010, the same month that Scoten left TD Waterhouse. There is no indication the two events are connected or that Aymong was in any way involved in the sale of the shares in question.

According to the settlement agreement, TD officials found emails in August 2009 indicating that Scoten was selling shares of Asian Coast to his clients.

Scoten initially told TD that 15 clients had bought 58,782 shares at $14 US each. However, IIROC investigators later discovered 11 more clients who had bought shares.

In total, he arranged for 26 clients to buy 76,413 shares at a total cost of $966,682 US (an average of $12.65 each).

The selling shareholders were Michael Steele and Live Palace Inc., controlled by Shlomo Arviv. (At the time, Steele was a vice-president of Asian Coast; Arviv does not appear to have had any direct connection to the company.)

Scoten told IIROC investigators that he hadn’t received any compensation for selling these shares. However, he was unable to produce any documentary evidence that he had paid for 28,200 shares that he claimed he had bought and transferred to his daughter’s name.

He admitted in the settlement agreement that he had not paid for any of these shares; rather he had received more than 28,000 from Arviv and 1,000 from Steele at no charge.

Scoten told TD officials that Asian Coast was planning an initial public offering in Hong Kong in 2010. However, more than two years have passed and there is no indication that an IPO is in the works.

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Eddie Balciunaite prepared to take part in one of the biggest marches the Baltic countries have ever seen.

Gay rights activists in Lithuania have been protesting against what the country's gay propaganda law, which bans sharing information that expresses contempt for family values or encourages entry into marriage and the creation of a family other than stipulated in the Constitution.

Thousands of people from across Lithuania, Latvia and Estonia have gathered in Vilnius for the annual Baltic Pride march.

Vilnius hosted Baltic Pride for the first time in 2010; back then, there were only a handful of participants.

Big companies such as Google, Moody’s and the Nordic-Baltic bank Swedbank were among the participants and sponsors of this year’s march. The parents of Matthew Shepard, the American student brutally killed in Wyoming in 1998, also attended.

Lithuania, Latvia and Estonia are among the Baltic states that joined the European Union in 2004, but their human rights records lag behind their Nordic neighbours.

Only Poland, Romania and Bulgaria rank worse than Lithuania and Latvia for LGBTQ rights, according to an advocacy group. Estonia remains in the lower half of the ranking in legal protections for queer people. It is the only Baltic country that has so far introduced civil unions for same-sex couples.

Yet, things are slowly changing with both the Lithuanian and Latvian parliaments debating similar bills that would introduce civil partnerships for gay and lesbian couples.

Dalia Grybauskaite has said she hopes to secure a parliamentary majority in favour of same-sex marriage. After several failed attempts and the bill being watered down, she hopes it will be passed soon.

The country's only openly gay member of parliament says the Catholic Church and Soviet-era anti-gay legislation contributed to the delay in decriminalizing gay rights.

Taavi Raskevičius has said he will vote for the civil union bill in the hope that it will help ignite more substantive change in the long term.

Latvia is the only country in the world that still requires transgender people seeking to legally change their gender to undergo mandatory sterilization. In 2017, the European Court of Human Rights ruled that a sterilization requirement breaches trans people’s right to bodily integrity.

Since 2002, Estonia has allowed trans people to change their legal gender without undergoing sex-reassignment surgery, sterilization or divorcing their partners.

Gay Pride events are increasingly common in the Baltics, as civil society seems to be slowly embracing LGBTQ rights.

At this year’s event, participants wore Ukrainian flags and banners calling for an end to Russia’s invasion of its neighbour.

Thousands of Ukrainians have fled to the Baltics, among them some LGBTQ people. Anna Dovgopol, a lesbian from Kyiv, said she is moved by the support: “This is very comforting, to feel part of the community.” Before the war, she had been a queer rights activist in her home country, but two months ago she had to leave everything behind.

The shadow of Russia in the Baltics goes far beyond the invasion of Ukraine, as LGBT activists fear they could be next.

All three countries have Russian-speaking minorities who consume news and information from Russian-based media outlets.

Russian TV channels have been banned from broadcasting in the different Baltic countries, including Estonia and Latvia because of Russia's annexation of Crimea and its support for pro-Russian separatists in eastern Ukraine.

Queer people in the Baltics worry the spread of anti-LGBTQ narratives could compromise what has been achieved so far, or even halt further progress. Growing up under Lithuania’s “gay propaganda” law Rimas Prokopovičius, 21, said he never heard a word about people like him.

Lithuania has the highest rate of LGBTQ people in the E.U. who are “never open” about their sexuality (60 percent), according to a 2020 survey by the European Union's Fundamental Rights Agency.

Lithuania’s 2009 “gay propaganda” law hasn’t been implemented since 2014, but it remains on the books. A fairy-tale book featuring same-sex couples was sold with stickers saying it was not suitable for those younger than 14.

The event branded itself as “queer-feminist,” and the words “WE ARE PROPAGANDA” were projected in rainbow colours onto a wall.

Sandra, a Latvian transgender activist, stopped dancing to answer a question at an event in Tallinn, Estonia, about the future of gay rights in the Baltics.

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So, someone requested a fic where Blue Team rescues a Child!Reader from a war zone, but unfortunately Tumblr ate the ask. If you’re the one who requested it, please enjoy!

EDIT: found a screenshot! @simp-for-fictional-men-only, hope you like this!

Blue Team x Child!Reader (Halo)

It’s been a long “day”, even by Spartan standards.

Blue Team had been trying to repel Covenant forces on an Outer Colonies planet for over a week… but it hadn’t been enough. Command had called an evacuation, and after destroying a base to help the efforts, Blue Team had been ordered to help with final evacuation calls in the nearest town.

On the Pelican ride to town, there was a brief moment where they thought it was a waste of resources to send Spartans for an evacuation op, especially because the other Spartan teams were still doing the best they could to strike back at the Covenant; not necessarily to stop them anymore, just to hold them back long enough for the civilians to escape and maybe a little revenge. The events of the week, coupled with the guilt of their brothers and sisters still risking their lives, weighed on them heavily.

But at the end of the day, they’re glad they did: they found a group in the Rec center, a dozen people in the boroughs, twenty in an apartment complex — the Marines wouldn’t have been able to lift most of the wreckage that blocked them from escaping.

By the time they’d gotten to the outskirts of town, Blue Team had been left alone to sweep through the dead town. Chief considered just going to meet up with the Marines — surely, they could match the pace of the overloaded Troop Transports — and this area was just dilapidated factories and shady looking establishments that had long since been stampeded.

But a need to fulfil his task to completion stayed his hand… and thank god it did.

At first, it was just soft sniffles that sounded from the inside of the rundown factory. Chief and Kelly, who’d partnered up to search this side of the district, thought it was one of the many Jackals that had been posted in the previous sector wandering, or a Grunt that had been left behind after the Jackals had entertained themselves (in which case, they should probably put the thing out of its misery), so they go inside.

Chief goes first, moving carefully through the debris so as to not dislodge the wreckage, or disturb the corpses of the few soldiers and more civilians. He retrieves their dog tags, securing them in one of the compartments of the MJOLNIR, and Kelly follows, stepping where he does.

Slowly, the sound becomes louder and louder, wheezing and snotty sobbing. Definitely an injured Grunt, he thinks. It’s coming from under a slab of concrete propped up against a wall. Kelly flanks to the right, while Chief goes to the left. He signals that he’ll lift it on the count of three, and grips the edge of the slab. When the slab gets tossed aside, Kelly raises her shotgun, pointing directly at the small figure.

You shriek and bury your head in your knees, pulled up to your chest. You couldn’t believe that after all the gross, awful things you’d had to sit through, holed up in this corner, you were just going to die.

But when nothing happens for a solid five seconds, you chance a peek over your knees and gasp. S-117 and S-087 are emblazoned across the chests of the armored giants… Spartans.

Kelly and Chief exchange confused gazes, having no idea how to deal with children. The last ones they’d had any interaction with was the Castoffs on Netherop, but they were more feral gremlins than they had been children.

(Kelly and Fred still aren’t entirely sure that the whole incident wasn’t a heat-induced hallucination.)

John really doesn’t want to go through another episode like it, but on the other hand, it would be easier if you were pelting rocks at them.

Kelly, being the more personable of the two, kneels to your height (or as close as a Spartan could get) and softly calls. “You don’t have to be scared. We’re here to help.”

You knew that — they were Spartans! The greatest heroes Humanity ever possessed! You were just shocked that you were getting rescued by them.

“Y-you’re Spartans.” You whisper dumbly, but you couldn’t help it! How are you supposed to be cool when you grew up with Master Chief’s action figure on your nightstand. “Like Master Chief.”

You can’t see it, but John can sense Kelly’s smirk as she looks over at him and points. “Well, that’s the man himself.”

* Oh no. By the way your wet, moved eyes stare up at him, it seems you’re a fan.

OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD!!! You hope your pterodactyl screeching wasn’t external.

“Whoa.” This couldn’t be real. You’d passed out from exhaustion, and were dreaming all of this. That could be the only possibility!

John knows that this is the part where he says something witty or inspiring… but he really doesn’t know what to say, so he just awkwardly clears his throat. “Are you hurt?”

You shake your head violently, a burning need to not disappoint your childhood hero, and clamber up to your feet… only to wince and lean against the wall, something sticky on your leg.

Now that you’re standing, he can see the dried blood around your ankle. “Hold still!” All the softness is gone from Kelly’s tone as she works on bandaging you up, but you don’t mind, appreciating how careful she’s being.

Co-ordinating with Linda, who informs him that there are patrols scouting the areas — probably only to get any survivors, and not to catch them, but they should still move — and Fred, who tells him that the convoy is flying off-planet via Pelicans in half an hour, John makes some quick calculations.

With the pace you’d set, hobbling alongside Kelly, whimpering every time you put your weight on your left foot, it would take them at least an hour. Too long.

“Whoa…” The sound comes unbidden from Fred when Kelly emerges, with you clutching at her hip, all bloody and dirty. A pang of sympathy strikes as he looks around and realizes all that you must have seen. He was well aware that normal children weren’t nearly as resilient as he and his siblings had been.

“….” He stays silent as you arrive in front of him, staring up at him with slight apprehension, heart racing as he tries to think of something to say — and for some reason, he lands on an awkward, weirdly Southern-sounding. “Hey champ!”

John and Kelly both shoot him weird looks, and he wants to dig a hole and die, when they hear it.

A small giggle falls from your lips, tiny hands covering your mouth as you try not to laugh. Fred sighs in relief, but his anxiety returns when Kelly’s joking voice comes over the comms saying “Well, I guess we know who’s taking care of them.”

Linda drops out of nowhere, and nearly scares you to death as you shriek and bump into John, holding his leg tightly. You don’t really notice how he freezes, confused again.

“…sorry.” She doesn’t sound sorry, you think with a pout and drop from Chief’s leg, careful of your own busted ankle.

“That’s Linda, that’s Fred and I’m Kelly. You can just call him Chief. What’s your name?”

“Y-Y/N.”

“Alright. We won’t be able to make it if you’re walking, so you need to get on one of our backs.” Chief tells you, straight to business. “Which one of us do you feel comfortable with?”

He’s really hoping you pick Kelly or Fred. It wouldn’t exactly be a burden, you’re much tinier than the full grown people he’s had to carry out of a war zone, and you’re handling it much better as well, even though you’re barely ten years old.

“Um…” You look shyly up at Fred. “If you don’t really mind…”

*Aw. That’s… actually kind of sweet. Fred beckons you over, and hoists you up between his shoulders, giving you the rundown on what to do if people start shooting, and to hold on tight when he tells you to.

*You’re much more considerate than the freaked out VIPs he’s had to extract. But he still feels you twitch every time the wind causes something to clatter, so he decides to strike up conversation.

“So how did you wind up there?” It’s not until afterwards that he realizes that, unlike soldiers, civilians aren’t comfortable discussing stuff like that. But you answer that it was your dad’s factory, explaining that it was Bring Your Kid To Work Day.

The Spartans, specifically Kelly, asked you questions about it, having never heard of it themselves. After all, military settings rarely allowed such breaches of protocol.

You only trailed off as you got to the part where he told you to hide, and Fred lets it be.

When you finally get to the convoy, a nurse hurriedly tries to pull you away from the Spartans to help out, apologizing for not doing it sooner when Fred tells her it’s fine and that you can stay. After all, Kelly had fixed you up well, and you seemed terrified at the prospect of being left alone.

All that was left to do was fly up to the ship in outer orbit, with the rest of the survivors. Since there were such few Pelicans, everyone had been crammed into them, military and civilians alike. You’d simply wandered onto the one they’d been on, sandwiched between Chief and Fred.

Chief watches you picking at your shorts, and suddenly remembers the chocolate bar Sgt. Johnson keeps giving him - “you’re not yourself when you’re hungry, Chief” He’d snicker and then leave, Chief just standing there, not understanding the reference - but hey, chocolate was chocolate.

“Here. You did well.” Your eyes go wide, and for a second he thinks you’re going to refuse, but then you snatch it out of his hand and snarf it down. This is how it must feel to watch him eat.

“You’re going to like it up there.” Fred chimes in when your gaze starts getting distant again. “Space is really cool.”

In a twist of fate, you find one of your best friends when you arrive on the ship. Their parents promise to take care of you, and thank the Spartans.

When they start directing the survivors to their quarters, you hug every Spartan, even Linda… or their legs, since you couldn’t reach anything else. (Thankfully, you telegraph it pretty well, so they don’t accidentally smack you or something.)

John just stiffens and then nods, Fred pats you on the head awkwardly and shuffles away (he was very shocked by the affection), Kelly laughs and claps you on the shoulder, and Linda just hums and pets you on the head like a dog, walking away afterwards.

You go on to be a Marine yourself, finding yourself on the Halo campaign, where Chief and Cortana save you once more. You’re surprised he still remembers you.

You leave a bar of the same brand he gave you at his shrine, giving a heartfelt eulogy and catching up momentarily with the other members of Blue Team before you all leave again.

You almost faint when he shows up at Requiem, though. Don’t feel bad, as Lasky fanboys behind Chief for the whole campaign.

Palmer corrals you and Lasky into a break room to make fun of your behavior after it’s all over.

#halo #fred 104 #john 117 #kelly 087 #linda 058 #halo x reader #fred 104 x reader #john 117 x reader #kelly 087 x reader #linda 058 x reader #hope I got all their characters right!#I’ll add a read more later

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I’m probably gonna get attacked for this lol

Tommy Character Analysis

From a sane yet angry child

The character of Tommyinnit is one of the worst characters on the entirety of the Dream SMP. Yes, the other characters have their flaws, and they have all done some very horrible things, but Tommy has continuously made bad decisions. These decisions have done nothing good for himself and have caused suffering for the other members of the SMP. In this essay I will provide reason to the fact character Tommy fucking sucks and every other character, yes including Dream, are so much better and have redeeming qualities to their characters. I will give a disclaimer: this is about THE CHARACTERS not the CONTENT CREATORS

Tommy’s First Days on the SMP

Tommy’s first day on the SMP was the last day of peace that server would ever see. From the get-go Tommy did nothing but cause nothing but problems for the original people on the server (Dream, George, Sapnap, Bad, Sam, Ponk, Callahan, and Alyssa) which resulted in a ban from not only from Dream, after refusing to obey under his exile he was put in, himself but also from George. The bans were lifted but everything spiraled from that point on. Tommy was the spark that started the disc war. This was a war that spanned over a series of months because Tommy would not stop killing Dream, so in return Dream confiscated tommy’s discs as a punishment, it was Dreams server, so he was not going to let Tommy go around causing problems without consequence.

Quick history

L ’Manburg

L’ Manburg started out as nothing but a drug caravan, started by Wilbur and tommy, would grow into a large country separated by large black walls keeping everyone out and let only a select few in. After a war Tommy did the only selfless thing, he would ever do in his whole time on the SMP. He gave up one of his discs for L’Manburg’s independence, after losing a dule with Dream. In all this tommy keeps up his thieving and antagonizing ways.

The election

The election was Wilbur’s attempt to regain power and respect within his country, there were multiple parties, POG 2020 (Wilbur and Tommy), SWAG 2020 (Quackity), Schlatt 2020 (JSchlatt). POG 2020 was the overall winner but was beat out by 1% by Schlatt and Quackity who had formed a coalition. With Schlatt as the president and Quackity as the Vise President the country is changed to Manburg, the walls are torn down, and Tommy and Wilbur have their citizenship is revoked and are banned from Manburg.

Pogtopia and Manburg v Pogtopia

Pogtopia was the ravine that served as a base for Tommy and Wilbur after the election. This is when techno (my fuckin beloved) had joined and sided with Tommy and Wilbur with the promise of chaos and war. With techno on their side, they start to build up and prepare for war. The war between Pogtopia (with the old residents of Manburg) and Manburg (pretty much everyone else on the server). The war ended with Schlatt having a heart attack in the remains of the destroyed drug van, Tubbo becoming president of Manburg, followed by Wilbur blowing up the country, with assistance from techno, and his grand death at the hands of his father.

Exile

Tommy was sent into his third exile by Tubbo after Tommy once again was causing problems for Tubbo and the new L ’Manburg. Tommy was sent thousand and thousands of blocks away from the greater SMP and he was not allowed to return unless he wanted to die. After spending months in exile with Dream coming by every day and taking Tommy’s things, and tommy almost taking his last canon life, tommy had escaped exile and went to the closest place he could go. Tommy set up a base under Technoblades retirement home and was soon discovered by Techno. Despite Tommy stealing Techno’s items and just being a annoying ass bitch, Techno let Tommy stay. With the help of techno tommy was able to sneak in and out of L’ Manburg.

Final L’ Manburg War

After a confrontation in the remains of a now destroyed community house, Tommy had sided with Tommy, another declaration of war, with Dream and techno going to blow up L’ Manburg. Tommy planed with the other members to gather resources to face off the most powerful people on the server. In the end L’ Manburg lost and was destroyed with nothing left but a sizable crater in its place.

The end of the disc war and drams imprisonment

The end of season two of the SMP was the end of the disc war, after tommy and Tubbo meet up with Dream at the top of a large mountain, where the three fought to get the discs. Dream eventually leads the two brits to a bunker where Dream had been collecting the attachments on the server, like Tommy’s cow henry, Ghostbur’s sheep Friend, and open slots for other pets and Skeppy. While Dream was going to kill Tubbo he was stopped when the entirety of the SMP, lead by Punz, came through the nether portal that led into Dream’s base. They surrounded Dream and caused him to surrender, and landed him in pandoras vault, a large prison built by Sam under Dreams request. Whist Dream has been in prison Tommy has visited a few times and has done nothing but was nothing but an annoying child to an already suffering man. During what was supposed to be Tommy’s last visit he ended up being locked in the cell with Dream due to a potential security breach in the prison, meaning tommy was stuck with Dream for what was only supposed to be a week. Tommy was stuck with Dream for more than a week, like was stated in the terms and conditions of the prison, this extended time alone with Dream was bad for the both of them and it led to tommy losing his last canon life. Tommy was revived by Dream three days later and was freed from the prison shortly after, now out and full of fresh trauma.

Present events

After being revived and released back into the world tommy swore that he would kill Dream. As of tommy’s most recent lore stream there was an attempt. Tommy armed with invisibility and fire res pots, under the cover of Ghostbur paying Dream a visit, snuck into the prison to kill Dream. When tommy finally go to Dream’s cell, he got to trigger happy and took out the axe to soon which ended in tommy being caught by Sam and left Ghostbur stranded with Dream on the other side of the lava. Now that Dream had Ghostbur he would be able to bring Wilbur back and that exactly was happened, Wilbur is now back and as crazed as ever with 13 and a half years of isolation on top of that.

Tommy and His Trauma

I will not ignore Tommy’s trauma, nor will I downplay what he’s been through, cause truly been through a lot. That being said his trauma should not be used as an excuse to blow off what he’s done, if one is going to do that you better danm well not go around and ignore others trauma. Tommy has been through some horrible things, his exile, Dream’s manipulation, being beat to death in prison then being revived, losing not only a brother figure but also a place he called home, as well as the manipulation from Wilbur, these things can really do some damage to a kid or an adult. Tommy though uses his trauma to excuse any wrong thing he does. There are characters on the SMP with similar trauma, Jack Manifold was the first character to come lose all his canon lives but he came back out of spite, both Tommy and Jack went through something similar. Jack, however, doesn’t use this trauma to make excuses for being a massive prick. Jack uses what he’s been through as motivation, while it’s one of his motivations to do something bad, but he doesn’t use it as a hindrance. Now let’s look at someone has experienced the same things as Tommy, Tubbo, Tubbo went through almost everything Tommy went through plus more. Tubbo was manipulated by Dream, saw his country get blown up TWICE, hell he had to mourn the death of his best friend on TWO SEPREATE OCCASIONS, he was killed by someone he thought he could be trusted, was manipulated as well as verbally abused by Schlatt when working in his cabinet. Tubbo has gone on to build his own little town, start a family, he had run a country pretty danm well and created NUKES. Tubbo doesn’t let what happened to him hold him back from doing great things or keep him stuck in his old ways, Tubbo was able to break from what he originally was, a side kick, and has done wonders.

Tommy and His Relationships

Keep in mind this is not about whether Tommy cares about people it’s about how he acts and how that affects others. Tommy cares people so I cannot shame him for that, but despite that he still causes problems for said people.

Tommy and Dream

Tommy and Dream have never gotten along, anyone with fuckin eyes can see that from a mile away, they are always at each other’s throats and always butting heads. Dream is normally pretty levelheaded, until Tommy comes around. When Tommy was trapped in the cell with dream that was bad from the start, but the extended time was even worse. Tommy has always been an aggressor towards Dream, during the war for L ’Manburg when Dream was meeting with Wilbur, Tommy lashed out at Dream and put the independence of this new nation on the line to try and fight Dream. Now on to more recent examples, Tommy’s death. When Tommy was trapped with Dream in the cell Dream was pretty stand offish, if anything he was excited at first, being stuck in a cell with no one to talk to is pretty fuckin lonely. That excitement was sure to be short lived. Tommy is quick to start antagonizing Dream, hitting him, hurling insults at him, and just being all around unpleasant, Tommy would also take things like Dream’s clock and books and throw them into the lava just to upset him. Tommy also killed the one thing in prison that Dream had, a cat that he named hope, another thing Tommy took away just to show “what happens to things you care about”. All these things would build up over time which lead to Dreams burst of anger and caused Tommy’s death.

Tommy and Technoblade

Time to get absolutely PISSED. Techno was never a person to Tommy, he was just the Blade, a weapon to be used till he was not needed. Ever since Techno first logged on Tommy though he had scary dog privileges, getting mad at techno for when he went and assisted Wilbur in the destruction of L ’Manburg when techno had made it clear he was not a fan of government. After Tommy had fled from his exile he went to hide under Techno’s home without Techno’s knowledge, before he was discovered by Techno, he would steal from him and use them in useless ways, such as decorating his hidey hole with gold blocks or how he stole Techno’s gapples and ate them when he didn’t need to, practically wasting them. Once he was found by Techno, Techno let Tommy live with him despite being a leach, he let tommy eat the gapples, and even assisted in getting tommy in and out of L ’Manburg, he even hid Tommy from dream and lied to one of the most powerful people on the server to keep tommy safe. Techno was very patient with Tommy and what does Tommy do? He goes around and goes back to Tubbo, the man who exiled him in the first place, actively backstabbing Techno, and when him and Dream team up and destroy L ’Manburg for the second time he has THE GULL to get mad and shame Techno for it, it’s fucking awful.

Tommy and Tubbo

Tommy and Tubbo are great friends, I can’t lie about that, but he still manages to make shitty decisions that affect him. When Tubbo was president of the New L ’Manburg Tommy started causing trouble, all starting when he (and Ranboo) burned down George’s house, forcing Tubbo to put his vice president under a probation. Even after being put under the probation, he still caused problems. Tommy made Tubbo choose between the safety and freedom for his country or his best friend staying, in the end it was tommy’s fault for being casted into exile, he just wouldn’t behave and follow the rules. He also constantly pushed Tubbo’s trauma to the side to put a spotlight on his own, making him the center of attention, ignoring someone who’s supposed to be his best friend. Now, I will say, he did do something good for Tubbo, during the final disc confrontation he gave Dream the disc’s they were fighting so hard for in return for Tubbo’s safety, I have to give credit when credit is due.

To The C!Tommy Apologists

I know people are going to come after me for this, to any Tommy apologists reading this, please just can it /nm. In canon tommy is about 20 something? You can’t keep using “Oh HeS a ChILd!’ CC!Tommy is a child. Yes, I understand he’s traumatized, so is every other character on the SMP, he isn’t special. Also, PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD LEAVE US DREAM APOLOGISTS ALONE. All your arguments are so similar and you all thing dream, who is obviously mentally ill, deserves the everyday beating which is incredibly fucked up. Now I know not ALL Tommy apologists are like this but it is a lot of them, regardless of what dream did, he does not deserve to be rarely fed and he does not deserve the constant torture. Also please stop wit the whole ‘dream is obsessed with tommy’ shit, I can’t remember the tag for it at the time of writing this, but it is the creepiest thing I’ve seen and everyone portrays dream to be some yandere stalker and its just not poggers to be honest, and it comes off as very predatory which is ALSO not poggers. To any tommy apologists friends I know IRL this is not directed at you and just know I love y’all.

#dsmp fandom #c!tommy #c!tommy negative #dream smp #dream apologist

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So Let's Runaway - Prologue

photocreds @tuanzie

Pairing: Kyungsoo x Fem!Reader ft. bff!Chanyeol

Genre / Themes: Fluff, mild angst, travel AU, road trip through Spain, travel buddies Chansoo!

Warnings: Themes of grief / loss, heartache, toxic relationships, strong language, i guess..

Description: An unlikely group of three comes together for the journey of a lifetime.

A/N: This fic is part of @supermwritersnet “Around the world in 31 days event”. Inspired by the Hindi movie Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara. Uploading prematurely so as to stop obsessing over the prologue and get cracking on the travelogue which requires a tonne of research. Let me know if you’d like a tag on the upcoming chapter(s) due for upload on 19th July 2021.

Word Count: 3k *unedited*

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Doh Kyungsoo had dragged his feet up the endless flight of stairs seeking solitude...not drama.

A stranger, just one misstep away from a fatal fall, was the last thing he’d expected to find on the rooftop of Seoul’s Park Hyatt at three in the morning. He slipped the rooftop access key card (that he’d borrowed from the security guard in exchange for a 50,000 won bill) in the back pocket of his trousers while simultaneously dwelling on the depths of the rot of corruption. He had half a mind to turn away and forget that he’d just seen someone contemplating their existence on the ledge of a highrise but there was something about you that rooted him to the spot. Dressed in fine evening wear, you’d stretched your arms out like wings as you looked up at the vast expanse of midnight blue, the wind kissing your wild, waist length hair. From his standpoint, you looked oddly at peace.

Kyungsoo had never been an idealist or a victim of the white knight syndrome. He wasn’t one to delve into the ethical and philosophical conundrums for most things in life because to him it was all just a waste of time. Seeing you on the parapet filled him with neither sympathy nor worry. It was your life after all and with it you could do whatever you deemed fit as long as you weren’t inconveniencing others. Scratch that.

As long as you weren’t inconveniencing him.

But right now, unbeknownst to you, you were inconveniencing Seoul’s hottest financial broker, Doh Kyungsoo.

He wasn’t invisible to the hotel’s security cameras and being labelled suspect in an abetment to suicide investigation wasn't exactly what he was looking for after the day he’d had. Albeit inebriated and heavy-eyed, he could effectively calculate the logistics involved in pulling you off the ledge with the cacophony of the omnipresent Seoul traffic drowning out the sound of his footsteps.

Bracing himself for superficial bruises from the impact of falling to the right side of the precipice with the weight of an adult human pressing down on his 173 cm high frame, he took off his custom tailored blazer (that had been flown in from Vietnam especially for that evening) and folded it in half, making sure that the lapels touched. Some habits are hard to shake. He put the blazer on the ground as a makeshift floorcloth for the rest of his belongings. With his back facing you, he allowed himself a moment's peace as he loosened his tie, languidly rolled the sleeves of his pristine white dress shirt up to his elbows, freed himself off the Rolex Cellini on his left wrist, his Bottega Veneta fine leather wallet, and the cursed Tiffany Blue Box that he simply couldn’t bear to look at anymore and neatly placed them all on the blazer.

Letting out a deep exhale, he muttered curses under his breath before turning to your silhouette only to find it...gone.

Kyungsoo’s eyes narrowed and then immediately grew into large circles as he grappled with the shocking turn of events. An inexplicable heaviness bloomed in his chest and he felt sick to the stomach which, in a state of denial, he chalked up to the dubious mixture of spirits he’d downed not too long ago.

Before he could find his bearings and figure out what to do next, a light tap on his shoulder made him jump. His jaw went slack and his heart threatened to leap out of his chest to find you casually smiling at him. In that moment, he wanted nothing more than to climb onto the very same ledge and scream into the void but he simply stood there, mouth agape, wanting to say a million things but he could hardly muster a peep.

Reading the confusion painted across his sharp, well defined features, you uttered an unsure, “Hi?”

“I thought you’d jumped,” he whispered, head tilted to the side, his compelling, bloodshot eyes locked with yours.

“Says someone who’s unusually jumpy,” you jested, but your expression immediately turned solemn when you caught the tremble in his right hand. “Are you on something?”

There came about a sudden shift in his aura. Hands on hips, he deadpanned, “Why? Are you with the cops?”

“No, don’t worry,” you let out a soft chuckle and he started scrambling for his things, “How long have you been standing here?”

Hastily stuffing everything into the pocket of his well fitted trousers, he muttered something along the lines of ‘Chaos. Just chaos everywhere!’

Leaning into his frame, you quipped, “What’s that?”

Alarmed and goggle-eyed, he snapped, “Nevermind,” and turned towards the exit.

“Hey! You seem to have forgotten something!” You called out after him upon finding his blazer on the ground, the silken sheen of it reflecting a myriad of citylights.

No answer.

“I wasn’t going to jump!” You yodelled childishly but the man was long gone.

Seven Hours Earlier

“Natasha -” Kyungsoo huffed.

The feather light Tiffany 1873 Blue Box in his left hand had suddenly started to feel like a giant boulder weighing down on his entire being. The sparkle of the uncut diamond reflected in his misty eyes as her uncharacteristically stoic silence left him struggling for words. He searched Natasha’s face for a hint of mischief...he so desperately wished for her to crack a sly smile and pull him in for a kiss and whisper ‘Yes! Yes! A thousand times yes!’ against his lips like they do in the movies, that he’d almost started to imagine it. It had to have been some sort of an ugly prank.

What reason does she have to turn me down? he wondered.

Kyungsoo breached the uncomfortable spell of silence with a desperate plea, “Say something!” the throbbing in his head intensifying by the second.

Did these three years mean nothing to you? What did I do wrong? Do you hate the ring? Is this not the kind of proposal you wished for? Is it because I left the bathroom lights on all night? Or is it because I forgot to wish your mother on her birthday? A flurry of questions spawned in Kyungsoo’s mind only to die at the tip of his tongue.

“I’m sorry, Kyungsoo, but I can’t do this. I just -” Natasha spoke finally. Gingerly shifting the weight of the box onto the ebony restaurant table, she slammed it shut as if the ring had been eyeing her lecherously.

Meeting Kyungsoo’s gaze almost defiantly, she declared, “Kyungsoo, I don’t think that I could be the kind of wife that would make you happy and I don’t think you could make me happy either.”

Two Weeks Later

Setting your eyes on that distinct pair of Dumbo ears, you excitedly weaved through the peak hour coffee shop crowd with an Iced Americano held firmly in one hand. Slamming the beverage down on the table, you engulfed his giant frame in a back hug and squealed, “Park Chanyeol!”

His wide eyes turned into even bigger brown circles and his mouth rounded into an ‘o’ in surprise. Grinning, he got off the uncomfortably tiny coffee shop chair and wordlessly pulled you in for what was famously known in Uni as a ‘Classic Chanyeol Hug’. You didn’t know how much you missed it until you felt your worries immediately dissipate into nothingness.

He hugged you a little tighter the moment you started to pull away before taking your hands in his and stooping down to your eye level. “Shifu, my love! You’re back in Seoul?!” Chanyeol exclaimed with all the love in the world sparking in the depths of his dark eyes.

Even after all this time, it felt as if nothing had changed….you’d suddenly been whizzed into a not-so-distant ‘Gothic architecture and coffee shops’ past in which a cotton candy haired boy, dressed in a pair of freshly ironed beige chinos and a plain white tee, smiles his sweetest smile simply at the sight of you. Chanyeol always felt like home. Funnily enough, even more so at the moment.

Giving him a good natured smile, you nodded in response, albeit cringing a little on the inside. Having been President of the martial arts club back in the days, you got stuck with an ingenious moniker “Shifu” which you clearly couldn’t shake off even after half a decade since graduation. You did a double take when your gaze veered to acknowledge the person seated opposite Chanyeol who, dressed in an ivory business suit, almost blended into the background. Just the way you could spot Chanyeol’s ears from a million miles away, you could recognize those eyes anywhere and right now they were shooting daggers at you.

“OH! Hi!”

His response to your greeting was a curt nod accompanying a vague hand movement, something between a hi and a failed facepalm.

At this Chanyeol guffawed, “You two know each other?”, his keen gaze rapidly flitting between the two of you.

“Yes -”

“No -”

While gesturing you to take a seat at their table, Chanyeol slumped into his chair and pursued the conversation in a voice laced with amusement, “So which is it?”

You gave your head a little shake, signalling Chanyeol to drop the topic since his friend had made his apprehension quite evident with an unambiguous “No” when asked if he knew you. Which...wasn’t entirely untrue. Even though Chanyeol now seemed to be on the same page as you, for good measure, you deflected his question with a polite, “I hope I’m not interrupting anything?”

“Absolutely not!” Chanyeol assured, deftly steering the conversation back to you, “We could actually use your advice on something but first, Shifu, look at you! How long has it been? Five years?”

“Five years!”

“Wahhh! What brings you back to Seoul?”

With a wistful smile, you answered, “Appa passed away in April...”

“Oh, I’m- I’m so sorry -” stuttered Chanyeol, immediately placing his hand on your arm and giving it a light squeeze. From the corner of your eye you noticed Chanyeol’s friend chewing on his bottom lip and listening to this exchange with rapt attention.

“No, no, it’s erm...we’re doing okay now, I guess-”

It had been two and a half months but every time you talked about it, a black hole burgeoned right in the middle of your chest, sucking you within itself and rendering you breathless. You still hadn’t picked up the art of condoling the “condoler”. What were you even supposed to say to the faultless “I’m sorry”? Who came up with condolence jargon, anyway?

“I’m sorry we haven’t been in touch - ”

“Oh, please. You know how it is after Uni, isn’t it,” you turned to Chanyeol’s friend to make him feel a little less left out, “what did you say your name was?”

“I didn’t,” he answered in a clipped tone while mindlessly scrolling through his phone.

“Yah!” Chanyeol chastised him with a deathly glare before continuing with an impish smile, “He’s Doh Kyungsoo.”

“Ah! So he’s Doh Kyungsoo! I’ve heard a great deal about you!” Your enthusiasm invoked a quick cursory smile from him. Doh Kyungsoo had apparently made it his life’s mission to make this unexpected rendezvous as icky as possible, leaving you to wonder if Chanyeol had ever discussed your brief relationship with him. Ex-girlfriend meets best friend? Not an ideal scenario in any part of the world.

Chanyeol and you had gone out for a couple of weeks towards the end of freshman year until you both realized that you were much better off as friends. Despite being joined at the hip in Uni, the two of you had gone your separate ways after post-grad. While he returned to Seoul to join the family business, you’d stayed back in Milan to explore job opportunities. Messages and phone calls became few and far between and it wasn’t long before both of you had completely lost touch with each other.

And it wasn’t until you met him again that you realized how desperately you needed a friend considering everything that had been going on in your life. You selfishly wished for Kyungsoo to leave you two to catch up on all these years spent apart but clearly that was a lot to ask considering how tacitly territorial he seemed to be getting about Chanyeol.

“So what was it that you wanted to talk about?” you asked in another feeble attempt to water down the rancour.

Chanyeol’s features flared into a bashful smile but the moment he opened his mouth to speak, Kyungsoo held a hand up to him and insisted, “Allow me to spare you the blushes,” before starting to explain the situation in an uncharacteristically eager tone, “This idiot is getting married in three months -”

Boisterously thumping Chanyeol’s back, you showered him with congratulations which he accepted with a shy ‘thank you.’

Kyungsoo continued, “- and we have a road trip planned for next month. As per the pact -”

Head tilted to the side, you shot, “What pact?”

“Some stupid pact that I have no memory of - ”

“That you conveniently have no memory of!” interrupted a salty Chanyeol.

Kyungsoo grimaced. Rubbing the corner of his eye, he continued with a heavy sigh, “It was supposed to be the three of us...Chanyeol, me, and our school friend Yixing.”

“Oh, okay?”

“So Yixing fell off a tractor and broke his back -”

“Oh, my gosh!” You exclaimed.

Kyungsoo’s mouth fell open. “I wasn’t there but I’d bet my ass that’s exactly what he said at the time.”

“What do you mean?”

“Nothing.”

“Wait, wait, slow down, why- how- a tractor?”

“He quit his CEO position to become a full time….farmer,” deadpanned Kyungsoo as if it was the stupidest thing Yixing could’ve done which rubbed you up the wrong way and coloured your otherwise neutral expression.

“He basically did what Kyungsoo doesn’t have the balls to do,” quipped Chanyeol, lips stretched into a gremlin-like grin. Kyungsoo returned his jibe with a strike to his arm causing him to let out a dramatic wail thus inviting the attention of everyone around you.

But none of it deterred Kyungsoo. He continued nonchalantly as if presenting a well crafted business proposal, “Since one of us is unavailable it only makes sense to postpone the trip and that’s exactly what I’ve been asking Chanyeol to do but he just won’t listen.”

“You’re getting married in three months and you’re taking this road trip next month. Will you be left with enough time for wedding planning?” you reasoned with Chanyeol, well aware of the kind of family he belonged to and the kind of weddings these families planned.

“Mr. Park here was way too eager,” Kyungsoo butted in.

“Shut up, Kyungsoo!”

“Wahhh you must really love her ~ ,” you sang, moon-eyed.

“Clearly. He couldn’t even wait for the rest of us to finish singing the birthday song for his Eomma.”

“What?”

“Yeah! He popped the question to Aera right in the middle of it.”

“WHAT!”

“That’s a story for another day,” replied Chanyeol in an atypically calm tone, “but you’re right, Shifu, it’s not enough time and that’s why I’ve been asking this idiot to just -”

“All reservations are for three. It logistically makes more sense to reschedule,” declared Kyungsoo with a hint of finality in his tone.

It didn’t. It definitely didn’t make more sense to reschedule but as gullible as Chanyeol was, he said nothing to counter Kyungsoo’s illogical argument.

“Are you sure your friend Yixing would be okay with it, Yeollie? I’m sure you can wait for him to get better and -”

Firmly setting his jaw, Chanyeol looked you square in the eyes and stated, “It's now or never.”

Kyungsoo stole a glance at you and cleared his throat, hesitance betraying his voice when he spoke again, “Chanyeollah, you’re only getting married stop talking like you’re terminally ill.”

Chanyeol's expression softened to convey an implicit plea causing you to tweak your suggestion, “The two of you can still go? I’m sure Yixing won’t mind.”

But Chanyeol hit you with an unexpected proposal. He asked, “Do you want to come?”, in a tone that was way too serious for a road trip.

“What? No!”

“Why not? You’re here and - “

“- and Yixing’s not,” interrupted Kyungsoo.

Ignoring the sarcasm in Kyungsoo’s voice, you turned Chanyeol down gently, “No, Yeol, it’s just- it doesn’t make sense, bub.”

“Why not? We leave in a month and that’s plenty of time to get all your travel docs in order -”

“Travel docs? You mean….insurance?” You asked hesitantly.

“Yeah! Insurance...you won’t need a visa, though.”

“Visa? Yeah, obviously I won’t be needing a visa. Why would I need a visa for a road trip?”

Chanyeol slapped his forehead and wondered aloud, “Oh, shoot! We didn’t tell her, did we?”

Kyungsoo gave his head a little shake, prompting you to ask, “Tell me what?”

“It’s a road trip through uhhh northeastern Spain -”

Chanyeol’s elaborate account of the itinerary was drowned in the whirlpool of emotions that erupted within you at the mention of the country. That part of your life you had locked away in the deepest, darkest corners of your consciousness now stared you straight in the eyes, forcing you to acknowledge a reality far too jarring for your fragile state of mind. You took a sip of your long forgotten beverage to centre yourself but it didn’t take a genius to know that something was up.

Placing a hand on your head, he asked softly, “What is it, Shifu? I understand if you can’t leave Eomma alone at this point...”

“It’s not Eomma,” you took another sip of the drink to fight the lump in your throat, “Eomma is - Eomma is in Bucheon, visiting her sister. For I don’t know how long but...long.”

“Is it work?” contributed Kyungsoo.

“I quit my job,” you answered and he looked at you as if you, a total stranger, had just asked him his body count.

Chanyeol took your hand in his and reiterated, “Come, then? You need this.”

Your gaze bounced between the two men who wore the exact same expression in expectation of two entirely different answers. And whatever you chose to say next, you were sure to disappoint one of them.

Eyes unfocussed, a deafening ringing echoing in your ears, you declared softly, “I need this,” with a million unpleasant scenarios running through your head, making you sick to the stomach.

Chanyeol pulled you in for a bear hug. Kyungsoo rolled his eyes and let out a deep, disappointed sigh.

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knoepfchen · 3 years

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tulcea, 2018

a/n: the little art heist joe and nicky pull in this story actually happened, and the circumstances of the painting’s recovery are just strange enough to imagine it might have actually been them. for the purposes of this and the general story, this fic is set in 2019, immediately post-movie. a prequel of sorts to notre-dame and goussainville revisited.

After she’d seen Copley’s boards, Andy slept for three days.

On the first morning, Copley asked: “Is Andy up yet?”

He paused clearing away the table from breakfast as Nile stepped into the kitchen. She shook her head and took a slice of toast from him. They both shrugged.

On the second morning, Copley appeared in the doorway to their room.

“Should we wake her?” Nile looked up from the game she’d been playing on her phone. 36 hours was a long time to sleep.

“Is she having a nightmare?” Nicky’s voice drifted across the hallway.

Andy was still curled up on the bed in Copley’s guest bedroom. It looked like she hadn’t moved an inch since she’d gone to sleep two days before.

“Doesn’t look like it,” Nile said.

They let her sleep.

On the third morning, Nile hesitated at Andy’s bedside. It had been a hellish week by everyone’s standards, and on top of the betrayal by one of their closest friends, Andy was also recovering from a gunshot wound. Properly recovering, for the first time in so long. Did her body still know how to do that?

She found Joe and Nicky on the terrace, their hands wrapped around coffee mugs and what was left of one of Copley’s many daily newspapers on the bench between them. Nile had also wanted a coffee, but Copley had been in the kitchen, his questions inevitable.

“Andy’s still asleep,” Nile said as she sat on one of the deckchairs. She didn’t quite succeed in keeping the worry from her voice.

“It’s okay, Nile.” Nicky folded up the current affairs section he’d been reading and wordlessly offered her a sip from his coffee.

“Three days seems like a long time now, but it’s not all that much, once you’ve been alive that long,” Joe said. “You know how Andy told you to get some sleep while you can? ”

“Are you telling me Andy is just having the immortal equivalent of an afternoon nap right now?”

Nile knew she sounded sceptical. She didn’t even say what she really thought, which was that Andy wasn’t immortal anymore, and the days she could sleep away suddenly numbered.

Nicky smiled at her like he understood anyway. “We would wake her, if we had to.”

“She’s still Andy. A little reckless, but at the end of the day, the person who knows what’s best for Andy is usually… Andy,” Joe said.

“She’s still recovering. By the time she wakes up, she’ll be fine.”

And Nicky was right.

On the fourth day, Andy strolled into the kitchen like nothing had happened. With a spring in her step, Nile would have said, but that somehow didn’t feel appropriate for a 6,000-year-old.

“How are you feeling?” Copley asked her as Joe wordlessly pushed a mug into Andy’s hands.

“I'm good, thank you.” Andy lifted her shirt to reveal a bullet wound that was nearly healed. Whatever it was that made them immortal, it wasn’t fully gone from her system yet.

“That’s gonna be a nice scar, boss.” Joe smirked.

“You can start to collect them,” Nicky said. “Put your bronze trinket collection to shame.”

“They’re not trinkets.” Andy gently jostled him and turned to Copley. “What have you got for us?”

Copley cleared his throat. If he was surprised by the sudden turn of events, he knew better than to show it. Nile remembered that learning curve, at least.

“I’ve been doing some security checks on the safe houses you’ve told me about. Once I’ve procured new identity documents for all of you, I believe the best plan of action in the short-term is for you to stay in Europe.”

Andy nodded. “So, refugee crisis in the Mediterranean? Fighting populism?”

Nile held her breath. She was curious to learn what her first ‘real’ job as an immortal would be. But Copley only frowned.

“No, no, when I said you should stay in Europe, I thought that it is the best place for you to lay low while I erase recent traces of you online and establish proper security protocols at all your safe houses.”

“That’s not what I meant when I said ‘let’s get to work,’ Copley.” Andy set her mug down. “We’ve just taken a break, we’re not taking another so soon after.”

“Oh really, a break?” The timbre of Copley’s voice was slipping into sarcasm, but he had turned to Nicky and Joe. “All of you laying low for a year?”

To Nile’s surprise, Joe was looking slightly flustered.

“So the two ‘Dutch nationals’ who arrived at the Netherlands’ embassy in Romania last year to turn in a stolen Picasso, they were just two ordinary citizens who happened upon a painting, yes? They were not, say, two immortal men who’d been tracking the crime syndicate that had stolen the painting to Romania and decided to save what was left of them once the thieves started burning the others?”

Nicky’s ears were a bit redder than before, but he was still returning Copley gaze. “It was the right thing to do.”

Andy groaned. “You did Tulcea without me?”

“Sorry, boss.” Joe smiled sheepishly. “We had a lead while we were in the area, and your phone was off, so—”

“Unbelievable,” Andy muttered.

“Anyway,” Copley steered the conversation back on track. Nile would’ve preferred to hear more about the art heist. “Some of your safehouses have been breached. I will get you some new passports and once I can be reasonably certain that your closest safehouse is secure, I will give you to the go ahead to either clear out of them or establish a new security protocol there. Until you have a safe base, no more sneaky jobs, no more solo missions.”

Andy turned to Nile. Judging by her face, that was the first rule she was going to break.

But she only smiled at Copley. “Sure thing.”

#i promise i will a) write the actual heist i promised and b) shape these parts into the actual fic they're begging to be #there's just a little bit of a lot going on right now #so these little weekend snippets are all my brain allows #nile freeman #andromache the scythian #tog fic #the old guard #my fic #all this time

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bibliocratic · 3 years

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I was going to write this for the Aspec Archives week, but I got overexcited, so here we are.

AU: Mythical creatures. OG Archive team.

Some CWs apply, see tags.

The sea is more than water, her elder brethren taught her, warned her, chided her. It is home and harm and hungry, and you should not face it alone. Her siblings were older, ever knowing better, boisterous and boasting braver, but even they worried, scolded and fretted when she swam out too far alone into deep waters.

It will love you, but it will not always be kind, her eldest sibling bit out, snapped to mask their anxiety. There can be no bearings, in the deep-deep down, no anchors to denote where the sky lies.

When her people sleep, they rest wedged into some secure rock or crevice, tails looped around tails so no one is lost while dreaming.

You cannot be a shoal of one, my dearest, my youngest and bravest, the oldest of their shoal had said, when she told her she was planning on taking the rising when the waters warmed. Ascending landward on the tide swell, letting the shimmering scales of her tail split into skin.

She had not used the name Sasha at that time because that was a landward name she chose with care. Her folk gather names like a garland of pearls, to be constantly strung longer through life as age advances them; names for qualities, for momentous events, for hopes and desires. Her first name, gifted by her shoal, was guttural. It starts at the back of her throat, trails off into a susurration through gills. Mer is a difficult language to learn, though not impossible.

Tim tried. There is no one singular language of those who skirt the deepwaters, so he attempts to mimic her dialect. His pronunciation stumbling, he makes tentative sentences with the butchered grammar of fry. Martin’s grammar is even worse, though he picks up the eddies and waves of the sounds easier.

Jon, like most things in life, takes it as a challenge. One day, almost stubborn with nerves, to perform his task to perfection, he pushes out a juvenile approximation of her first name. Clipped and textbook and the stress in the wrong places, but Sasha smiles, showing her sharpest teeth in delight. Instructs him where to hold the hum at the back of his throat, how to roll the third phoneme upwards like an air bubble. Jon repeats it and repeats it, quietly smug and pleased at his achievement, and the sea in her soul rocks fondly at the sight.

She broached landward in the rising two moons after her age of maturation. She was one of a handful to come to shore. A sibling in Brighton who she phones every week, another two in Holyhead. Her first shoal traverses to warmer waters when the season shifts, and she would feel the rock-hollow absence of them if it was not for Tim, inviting her to participate in a hundred-and-one inane activities that keep her from feeling swept out; Jon, with his libraries of questions and intrigues, his quick-silver tongue; Martin, who sometimes swims a little further out from them but who finds her small knick-knacks in charity shops and craft markets and leaves them on her desk for no reason other than he has thought of her.

She makes three necklaces, plain with a strong chain, a single pearl attached. And on a day where her folk traditionally string garlands of seaweed and mangrove roots and colourful plants from coral reefs in a celebration of family – there is no one word in her language for this idea; it poorly translates into hierarchies like sibling and brethren and elders, but these are not concepts that fit it exactly – she gifts them to the shoal that will anchor her in the depths of the sea, and bestows upon them names. Most Mer names are wishes for quick fins, calm waters, safe shores, and so she wishes these for them in a language they are not quite proficient in yet.

Her landward shoal is smaller than is traditional. But she loves them as treasures of her heart, and thinks she understands what her siblings told her, about anchors.

His parents, both harpies from local nests, are perplexed when his wings start coming in.

Must be a colouring from your mum’s side, his dad hums thoughtfully when Tim’s primaries grow in long and shining like struck bronze. He runs a careful finger down the central line of the rachis, and the wing shudders and jumps, the feathers still sensitive, and Tim complains that it’s ticklish. His wings are too small to fly away as his dad dives in, captures him in careful arms, corkscrewing upwards a little off the ground with Tim squirming and squealing and squawking in play, but they flutter and flap nonetheless.

The wing span’s from your dad’s side, no-one from my nest ever went more than five foot, his mother says, rubbing at the dark brown of his downy secondaries. Tim stretches them out wide, eager to boast at their length, the tips of his longest feathers reaching past his arms held out wide.

Danny’s wings are smaller. Magpie like, bold lines of white broken up by blue and black, the same as his parents. Tim’s wings, broader, a colour like beaten brass that tips into gold at the ends, draws attention, but he’s never been embarrassed. His family never treated him differently, so he didn’t dwell on it.

He can fly, though he doesn’t often. After his parents died, and after… after Danny, he moved to London, where there’s tighter airspace regulations and permits involved, so he mostly doesn’t bother. This doesn’t mean never, however. He has learned, while working in the Archives, that from the ground, his wings have enough lift to pick up both Jon and Sasha by at least a foot. He thinks he could probably manage Martin as well, if it wasn’t for the unfortunate fact that Martin is mildly allergic to a whole host of things, including feather dander, meaning he gets a bit watery eyed whenever he gets too close to Tim’s wings, and he’s a sniffing, red-eyed mess come moulting season.

Anyway, he can always fly when he leaves the city. When it’s been too long since Sasha’s scales touched seawater, she invites him out to the coast. Jon apparently has had enough of the coast to last a lifetime, and Martin gets funny about large bodies of water, so it’s often the two of them. She swims out, the greenish scales of her tail catching the sun-struck water, and he, above, feeling the breeze brush through his cramped wings, follows her wake. When she breaches the surface in a playful arc, he swoops down, trying to catch her at the same time as she tries to splash him.

“You never thought to look into it?” Jon asks. Always brewing with questions. Tim is obligingly holding out one of his wings, and Jon, who takes everything like a project, has books out and webpages up but with no further clue as to why his colouration and span differ so from his parents.

Tim shrugs. “Doesn’t matter really, does it?”

Jon hums, clearly not agreeing, and Sasha rolls her eyes fondly, and that is the end of that.

Marysia had hoped her child would not take after her husband. She’d lit candles and attended masses during her pregnancy, worn the beads of her rosary smooth. Her child had been born on land, miles from shore, and her husband had been a grounded man, who had folded up his pelt on their wedding night for her and swore to wear no other soul than his human one.

But then her husband leaves, the box where he kept his second soul empty, and Martin is eight years old, and he wakes up one morning glassy-eyed and complaining of nausea, his lip bleeding from where his sharpening teeth have ripped the skin, and she knows her prayers were not answered.

It is not unknown, for the second soul of some folk to flourish later. But it is a rough awakening, to have one’s body grow a new skin out of itself, and Martin is off school for over a week, riddled with fever and fervour, constantly parched, crying and sweating out salt-water.

She watches his skin prickle with grey and black fur, blotching with white over his stomach as he coils up under his covers, throws them off only for his limbs to reduce to shivering. His brown eyes have gone black-shot, his cries a mix of language and barks, and Marysia fears she will lose her only child to the sea.

It will be hard for him to fit in, she tells herself. It would be best to choose one, and he has his friends and family and her on land, and who knows where his father is now, and surely it would be cruel, an unnecessary agony for him to endure some other foreign pull away from all he knows.

She does what she thinks is a kindness, though that is neither excuse nor forgiveness. After nine days, his fur has come through, sleek and soft, his whiskers twitching, and she helps him peel it off as one would do clothes, revealing sweat-sheened limbs, his eyes slipped back into brown again. His gaze still distant and feverish, he tries to cuddle into her, and she soothes him while she finishes stripping off his pelt and folding it neatly.

While he sleeps, she burns it in a fire in the back yard.

When he comes back to himself, she lies and tells him that he’s been sick with a bad fever. And he trusts her, and never questions it. He doesn’t understand that she’s burnt a part of him up, scattered the ashes to the winds, but it was for the right reasons. To keep him safe, and happy, and with her.

He grows up human-limbed and cloven-souled, and she never tells him the truth.

Sasha floats in an ever-dark, stolen away and hidden. There is a knot, a cage-trap around her legs, which have fused into her tail although there is no water. The sea, far away, like the wail in a conch shell, throbs in her soul as she strains and shouts and snarls in the wrapping of spider’s webs.

The sea is the only thing with her in the dark.

Sound has a particular quality, underwater. She hears it first, an echo that shivers through her, like being thrummed on the backdraft of some shallow wave. And then it is a wash of insistence. A command.

The compulsion uses her names, landward and seaward and it pulls and demands her attention, and she shrieks and cries back, struggling in the depths. She is being called home, up up up to breach the surface, and she cannot help but answer.

There is a crack and the sea splits, and she is choking on cold and dusty air.

“Sasha!” someone is saying. “God, is she – she’s not – ?”

“Get that stuff off her, come on. Sasha. Sash, love, can you hear us?”

A series of thuds as she splutters. A twisting, gnarling screech, and several swear words.

“Jesus!”

“Shit – shit, get her out of the way.”

“Boss, move, give me the – ”

The screech degrades into a glitching, warping scream. There is the multi-layered sound of compressed air, and crackling fire,the woosh and stench of something burning.

In time, she cracks her eyes open to the punch of light. Her tail flaps weakly. Someone is pulling great strands of silk that has clumped like poorly soldered iron around her limbs, making visceral noises of disgust. She’s cold-stream shivering, surrounded by broken wood and chippings.

“Hey, hey, we got you. We got you. You with us, Sash?”

The faint scratch of feathers against her cheek. Furnace-warm arms are holding her.

Jon is kneeling down in front of her. Holding an axe and stinking of smoke, and she knows, she knows, that it was his voice she heard, although she doesn’t yet understand why.

Martin throws a blanket over her as she shivers, her tail shrivelling and bisecting into legs. He has silk in his hair, and his fingers are trembling, but his face is broken with a look of such relief.

“It’s you,” he says, and his hand touches at his throat, at the necklace she made for him. “It’s you. It’s really you.”

It’s Martin in the end that carries her out of the tunnels, tucking the blanket completely around her. He is talking in the scatter-gun way he does when he is anxious, babbling, and she can’t bring herself to listen. He smells of soot and saltwater, and she’s never noticed that before.

She falls asleep, curled up into his hold, drained and shaken, but feeling utterly safe.

Jon is human. Completely, one hundred percent, although Sasha had joked once that way way back there must have been some Spinx in the family. Tim’s long suspected that Martin’s not quite human, no matter how he presents, but that’s Martin’s business, not his. Some folks have lineages that are rare, or mistrusted, or misunderstood, and Tim’s not one to pry.

Jon, though. Human through and through. Which is why he’s so worried.

“I shouldn’t have been able to do that,” Jon says. Martin’s with Sasha, making sure there’s no nasty side effects to her imprisonment in the table. Jon’s had a face on him for a while which means he’s Worrying with a capital W, and it’s taken hours for him to untangle himself into a blustered declaration to the rest of the class, spiked with nerves. “That place, it had her. It shouldn’t have… I don’t know what I did, but I told her to leave, a-and she could. And she shouldn’t have been able to.”

“And you think that you did that?”

“I – I know I did that, Tim, I felt it, o-or. I mean, I felt something!”

“Ok, alright. Alright. Let’s, let’s calm down and look at this logically.”

Jon goes over what he said while they struggled to rescue Sasha from the deep. It was something he said, he’s sure of it, which is why he is sitting cross-legged on the floor of the main archive office space with Tim, his trousers getting dusty and his temper scraping frayed, getting increasingly frustrated when he tries recreating exactly what he did with his voice, going through questions and commands and instructions and inquiries. And while Tim answers, it’s clearly not what Jon’s looking for, and he’s rubbing the hair at the back of his head in the way he does when he’s getting increasingly frustrated and is too bull-headed to walk away.

Then Jon, rolling his eyes and seething in annoyance, asks him a throwaway question, one of many he’s been trying – what’s your favourite colour? (seriously, Jon, that’s what you’re going with?!); What did you do at the weekend? (you know what I did, you and Martin were with me!).

“Why did you join the Magnus Institute?”

They both sit, frozen and horrified as Tim’s mouth opens and his words trip over his tongue in their eagerness to leave his mouth. As his eyes grow wide and water with tears as he cannot stop speaking about Danny, about the Covent Garden circus and Joseph Grimaldi. As Jon sits, ramrod-backed and cannot stop listening, a muscle jumping in his jaw. His expression wars between frantic and panicking and hungry.

Tim feels wrung out and hollow once he’s finished. Jon’s manic with apologies. It takes both of them a long time to calm down.

“Maybe… maybe you’re a siren or something?” Tim suggests, but Jon is shaking his head.

“It’s this place, Tim. It’s those statements, when I read them. It’s … I – I think they’re doing something to me.”

Tim looks at Jon and the light strikes off his eyes in a way that it shouldn’t on a human.

He touches Jon’s arm.

“We’ll sort this,” he promises. “We got Sasha out, didn’t we? The four of us, we can get to the bottom of this, yeah?”

Jon nods, and gives a small fragile thanks, and that’s human enough for Tim.

Marysia told herself she was not a bad mother. That her son was simply a hard child to love, that he had all the worst trappings of his father, his brown eyes perpetually caught with a far-away look that doesn’t know where to place its longing. But even as she sickened, and he sloughed off every facet of himself in a pathetic attempt to please her, she couldn’t find anything but sorrow in her heart to look upon the man grown over familiar in face, a growth that grew deep-set and fungal into contempt.

She almost spat the truth out to him. Once or twice, with the thought that confessing might bring them closer. She wished he’d chosen the sea instead, so she wouldn’t have to look upon her amputated, half-formed child who would always be lost.

But she never did.

And Martin finds out alone, cornered in an unlocked office, his hands dropping the lighter as a thousand eyes open and watch satisfied as they pour his mother’s choices down his throat to choke him.

It starts when Martin starts sleeping in archive storage. When Tim watches worms burrow into Jon’s skin at the same time as they latch and gnaw and wriggle under his own. When they get Sasha back, and find Gertrude’s corpse and Jon leaves and gets hurt and hurt and hurt again, and the world around them gets smaller and meaner and there is nothing Tim can do.

He takes to storing food in their desk drawers. Nothing that will go off, or won’t keep. Tins and dried goods and non-perishables. He lines the walls of Martin’s storage room with fire extinguishers of different types, fire blankets, and spare first aid kits bulging with plasters and bandages and antiseptic wipes. He buys blankets and pillows and rope and penknives. He stress-moults constantly, and tucks his feathers out of sight, irritated and embarrassed at the sight of them, and it occurs to him that nesting is not a healthy way to deal with this.

He wants his family safe. He used to think it was such a small thing to ask for.

He thinks about that when the bomb goes off.

He burns, and he is dying.

His rage and fear burn off into a different fury. That it has come to this, his family so threatened, that all he has to his name is his sorrow and trauma and frustration and vengeance.

Tim wants nothing more than to live. To see them safe. To rail and rage against what seeks to harm them. So he burns and he burns and burns, his wings aflame and his mouth twisted in a scream, and does not die.

They dig him out breathing from the rubble. His skin stained grey with ash and soot.

His new wings stretch out red as the sunset.

#tma #the magnus archives #fic #alternative universe #mermaid!sasha #pheonix!tim #selkie!Martin #regularOGhuman!Jon #with added Beholding spicyness #cws for implied child mistreatment #cw fire #cw burning #cw canon typical violence #cw compulsion #ask to tag

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shoezuki · 3 years

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Tommy's prison/revival arc isnt well written actually

Anyways ive been wanting to talk on it a while for a bit here but havent had the Time or like. The thought to. But im gonna go off now.

First off im gonna say im ASSUMING this stream and plot of tommy being in the prison with dream is written entirely by tommy and dream. Wilbur May be involved in the latest stream but im not sure.

Bringing tommy back to life after only three days of him being dead did practically nothing to progress plot, the characters, or audience's understanding. In fact i feel that it damaged Other characters' potential and plot and already established plotlines.

The 'development' aspect

A really, really easy way to see if anything has changed or developed through an arc or plotline is to straightup just compare the 'beginning' to the 'end' in terms of the barebones situation. So;

Beginning: tommy is trapped in an isolated prison cell with dream, his own abuser who has hurt him in the past, for an unknown amount of time. He's terrified of dream and being stuck there with him.

End: tommy is trapped in an isolated prison cell with dream after being killed then revived by him, his own abuser whos hurt him in the past, for an unknown amount of time. Hes terrified of dream and being stuck there with him.

Okay. This is simplified obvious. But the point stands. ALTHOUGH the troupe of 'going back to the beginning' is common in the heroes journey its. It doesnt work here. Has tommy learned anything? Has he changed as a character? Is the severity of their situation any different? Have we, as the audience, learned anything new?

Im going to expand on that last point because i think it has the strongest potential argument. Technically for progression in literature and development of plot/characters, things can Change without them being Aware as characters. It can change just by the audience's perception changing or being challenge.

Slight example: i've been reading a webcomic called Your Throne. Its a fantasy/political drama about a noble lady who entered a competition with another noble lady to become the empress. The main lady lost despite her being a better fit, and the comic starts with the main lady trying to assassinate the empress. Its assumed and stated by the main lady that she 'ruined her life' and so thats all the readers know. However, later in the novel we see flashbacks to the competition itself and find that the two ladies were extremely close friends, neither wanting anything bad for the other, but it was the emperor himself who manipulated both of them for his own agenda. Those flashbacks gave us an entirely different idea of who the real antagonist is and completely changed the two main ladies' relationship. THAT is how the audience's understanding of the plot and novel can be used to change the entire story. We dont get such here though

Some things that were brought to light during tommy being dead/revived:

Dream is capable of reviving people infinitely

This was already implicated and assumed. The book dream has being a means of reviving people has been around Technically since schlatt's death. This just 'confirmed' what was known

Time works differently/feels longer in the afterlife

This doesnt really impact much beyond emotions and implications. If we had more insight into what the 'afterlife' is like beyond nothingness perhaps so. But really it just makes it so wilbur being dead for what feels like 9 years and tommy having been dead for 2 months appeal to emotions.

Wilbur is evil

This one fuckin sucks i cant lie HSKSHSISSGEGDV. Like i was gon go on bout it and i will but it jus sucks. We have nothing to go on besides tommy's word, no examlles of what Horrible things wilbur said could make tommy assume this, etcetc. Ill most likely make a seperate post on how this feels like we're just going to get 'wilbur is a horrible villain' type with him. But still. I feel wilbur Not Being Good isnt a new development.

Dream is going to revive wilbur

This doesnt feel new either, part because phil had wanted to revive wilbur before (ill get to that more later) and that tommy had kept dream alive/initially imprisoned him with the idea of him reviving wilbur.

Dream believes wilbur will break him out of prison

Okau this makes no sense to me actually. I cwnt understand How exactly wilbur would be able to do this? Or why dream believes he even Could? Mans been dead for like 9 years and all we Know of the afterlife is that its black... nothingness. How would 9 years of that make wilbur capable of busting the prison open?

So. Yeah. All in all this plotline hasnt done anything new, developed things, or altered people's perceptions. We just ended up back at square one. Back to tommy being traumatized, dream being 'evil' and horrible and doing villain monologues, and them being stuck together.

Other characters and plotlines

Im pretty damn sure tommy's revival fucked up a LOT of other characters' plotlines and potential development. Honestly i feel this has a lot to do with the writers not communicating with other ccs well enough. But Ill talk about specific characters from least to most fucked over in my opinion:

Sam

He's the best off. He hqd been there during tommy's death, had been close to tommy, had majorly blamed himself and his own mistakes for tommy's death. His grief and self hatred was actually really heartbreaking and well done. The attached character of Sam Nook being unaware of tommy's death and simply waiting for tommy to return was a really good parallel to sam's own grief and anger. like it really snapped sam the guy who cares for tommy and wants to do Right by him back together with him as the Warden of the prison. Mixed personal life with 'just business'.

I feel it wouldve been nice to have him like. Have more time to grieve properly and come to terms eith tommy's death and his own involvement/influence over the events. Him finding tommy alive again Could be a means of him like. Facing his own grief head on if done well.

Ranboo

Mostly in the context of him and sam's argument do i feel it got screwed over. The weight of them yelling at each other and trying to find who to blame and the implications that Maybe ranboo was the one who caused the security breach that closed down the prison on tommy just.... doesnt hit so hard anymore. Because how can there be blame and arguments and a 'who done it' mystery when tommy popped up all fine again?

Puffy

I dony know much of her involvement or how she found out tommy died (besides metagaming shhhhh) but i saw her monologuing of how they 'failed' tommy and like. Her whole 'he was so young we the Adults failed him' spiel is like........... inconsequential? Now??? Like no dont worry he died but hes alright now.

Philza

BET YOU DIDNY EXPECT TO SEE THIS FUCKER!!!!!! But actually though i want to talk bout how this ties into phil. A LOT. for Zalbr ❤. But also because i see ppl tying phil to tommy's death n like nah shutup u doin it wrong. Ill go off more in a Wilbur Post. But essentially: i dont like that dream is now going to revive wilbur. I feel they arent going to tie philza into this Despite phil having originally been trying to revive his son and studying on it and Attempting and Failing. But now suddenly dream can just. Say some magic words and Poof wilbur lives? So we're just going to Kill philza's revival attempts plotline and leave that hanging? This made his efforts seem pointless and Wack like oh why didnt you just Say The Magic Words phil????

Niki

I feel really bad for niki. She hasnt been able to do a lore stream during tommy's 'death' (she tweeted she wanted to but her computer wasnt working) and considering her entire character.... that shit is important. We seen it with Jack Manifold how tommy's death impacted Him considering he literally wanted tommy dead. And since niki is in a similar boat to jack of trying to kill tommy and it being her Only goal...... thats extremely important.

BUT. i feel there wasnt any communication. Did she or anyone even know tommy would be revived? Did no one consider they could At Least let her do a single stream on it? Like jack manifold????

We couldve gotten a Really good niki lore stream. I genuinely was so excited for it and i dont regularly watch her. But we seen it with jack manifold which is why i dont feel he got screwed because mans genuinely did So Good he could pop off with anything n i think it works in His favour. But now........ for niki. Canonically she never even knew tommy was Dead. So its like nothing even happened for her. Is she just supposed to continue on trying to kill tommy with no progression?

What i think would work

This is more me being like 'hey @ the dsmp writers let me in' type speculation sbosegussgs. But i was thinkin on a Really easy way to 'fix' this without rewriting lore and the streams.

Dream should kill tommy again now that he's been revived and Leave Him Dead.

More development for the characters who are affected by his death Especially niki. More time for grief and self reflection and development

A chance for the audience to figure out what the 'afterlife' really is.

Dream is supposed to be smart and a master manipulator or something right? Why doesnt he use being able to revive tommy as a bargaining chip with sam for his own freedom?

The audience would now Know dream's intentions with tommy better, that this death isnt 'final', but we could still see other characters' grief and reactions and coping without it feeling cheap. Ive seen some 'but people dont know tommy is alive so hes still dead in their mind' but that sucks imo.

We'd know more on dream's ability to revive people and that he can just Do It on a whim (which i think sucks but hey im trying) but no one else would know this canonically

Okay. Im done. If you read this. Thankyou. I love you. Hmu.

#mcyt #dream smp #dream smp critical #tommyinnit #dream #im puttin this in main tags took me too fuckin long to write for me Not to #death mention #ask to tag

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crimson-dxwn · 3 years

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AT ODDS 6 (Kal Skirata x F!OC)

Summary: Tea gets spilled at Kyrimorut. Ordo gets involved. Ori makes a choice and a new enemy.

Warnings: Mando profanity, pregnancy, SPOILERS for Republic Commando books (all but the last one), medical shit, surgery, fucking SADS

As always, so many thanks to @detroitbydark who lets me screech about my weird fic and Kal and Ori! Also this is barely edited be kind, I’m on my psych rotation and barely scraping by.

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Kal realizes he’s slipped the figurine into the pocket of his bodysuit semi-consciously in his hasty retreat from the apartment. Knotted Jonah wood whittled smooth forms two stylized figures, one large and one small, their hands joined between them.

He barely registers the ride back home and comming Mij. They need a plan, and they need one fast if they are going to find her. He knows little about how the Empire treats their prisoners compared to the late Republic, but he isn’t about to have any illusions of honor or fair play. After all, he doesn’t play fair himself. But there’s a hydrospanner thrown into the mix. What he doesn’t know is how the Imps treat prisoners with … unique health conditions. Or if they even give half a bantha’s shebs. Odds are they send men and women alike to those osik’la camps he’s gotten word of. Yeah, the Empire was equal opportunity like that.

If Mereel can’t slice into the system remotely, they were going to have to do an old-fashioned infiltration. He’d ask his ad’ike if they were up to task, there’s no way he could ask to put them in danger, not after the entirety of their lives being war. It hurts him to even think about asking. But he has to do this, even if it’s just his sorry shebs.

He tries to put on a good Sabaac face when he’s back in the karyai, discreetly gathering up all the surplus weapons they have that he finds might be useful for an infiltration into a heavily armed and fortified position.

Mereel of course, catches on within minutes.

“You’re going to find her,” Mereel interrupts. Kal yanks his head up out of the gun locker to look at his son. “And you didn’t even think to ask for backup?”

His son’s tone is accusing, edging on hurt. That he did not expect.

“It’s my fuckup, son,” he replies, “I’m the one who needs to fix it. I can’t ask you to do this.”

“What’s so special about this doctor?” Mereel slams the door of the locker shut. It’s obvious his ad’ika is protective. They all are.

“She delivered your ba’vodu’ad, Mereel. I’m pretty sure she saved Parja’s life.” Kal says, keeping his eyes on his work, cleaning the weapons, arranging the ammo he needs. Sharpening his father’s three-sided knife.

“And that’s enough to go up against the Empire? ”

He’s going to have to spit it out. Mereel is looking at him expectantly, sure that he’s going to change his mind, see reason.

“She’s pregnant, son.” Mereel, who has been away for the events of the last few months, just stares back at him in a puzzled fashion, brows slightly furrowed. Looking at him like he’s lost his damn mind. Maybe he has.

“It’s yours, isn’t it?”

In comes a second voice, and the accusatory tone startles him enough that, when added to his baseline urgency and anxiety, causes his hand to slip and nick itself as he sharpens his knife.

“Osik,” he hisses, holding pressure to the cut as blood wells, looking up to the figure in the doorway. Ordo. Mereel stares at his brother, unsure whether he is joking. Kal sighs. He should know better, trying to keep things from them. The last time he was successful at that was when they were four.

“Does it matter?”

“Maybe,” Ordo replies, just this edge of indignant, “is she carrying my vod?”

A strange and protective piece of him flares at Ordo’s tone and Kal stands, still holding the cloth to his cut hand.

“Most likely.”

“Then we need to get her back.” Ordo meets his eye finally and Kal nods, satisfied, and starts gathering ammo from the safes. This time Mereel moves to help, still in a rare state of stunned silence.

By the time they’ve gathered what they need and loaded it into aayhan, Mereel has a willing team assembled and what they know of the building schematics up on a datapad in the karyai. Fortunately for them, the team won’t be breaking into any prison blocks, which are bound to be heavily guarded.

“All we have to do is get into the information security room that houses the main terminal,” Mereel starts confidently. “We can stay far away from the security blocks and the bucketheads.”

“Though it would be fun to bust some vode out of there,” Scorch adds.

“Not our mission,” says Mereel, regret plain in his voice, “we’ll have to get them another time.” The realization that they were leaving prisoners at the mercy of the empire sobers the group even more. It was becoming more and more apparent that more planning was needed before they could root out the Empire on Mandalore. Meanwhile, Kal had set Uthan to the task of trying desperately to make their own homebrew vaccine.

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It’s been many many years since he’s fastroped. Lately, he has been finding that it’s been years since he’s done many things. Fastroping, underwater diving...fathering kriffing kids. He swallows, hard and regroups himself. Every single one of them needs to be focused if they’re gonna pull this job off.

Yes, he’s fast roped before. But he’s never liked it. Where his sons get twitchy when confined to tight spaces, he finds himself sweating more than usual under his beskar the more stories they climb. Right now, they’re about ten stories up, far above the sensors of the garrison and way above his tolerance for heights. They have about a minute to pull this off before the Imps realize this transport is lingering too long in their airspace.

Mereel, Sev, Scorch, and Kal are in Aayhan, hovering silently above the Keldabe imperial garrison in the inky black late summer night. The humidity sticks his tactical garments to his skin, making it itch and crawl in addition to his surging adrenaline. That was one thing that never changed, no matter how old he got, no matter how many missions he’s finished - that nauseating spike of pure fear and bliss.

He gives the signal to move move move and soon he’s roping down, strong north Mandalorian wind whipping around him, soaking through his underlayer. The four of them land silently on the roof of the compound, and Scorch starts laying a strip charge along the floor to create a hole leading below, straight into the admin offices. Four sets of Mando armor gleam lowly in the moonlight. It’s a perfect night for an op like this, whipping wind obscuring any slight noise they did make and the faint whine of aayhan’s engines. The charges detonate with a controlled bang and flash of bright light that briefly blinds his HUD. Kal switches to night vision.

*His child*. It’s barely a concrete concept in his mind yet, but an instinctual piece of him knows the truth. The timing is too perfect for him to be wrong. The way Orla had looked at him in the med center…

The stakes are too high to fail, and distracting thoughts get men killed. Mereel leads the way through the door, rifle at the ready, and Kal banishes his musings to the back of his mind, pushed away by a fresh rush of adrenaline. It’s a stealth mission, and they navigate by night vision, as silently as their boots will allow.

They stalk through dark quiet hallways lined with innocuous office doors until they reach the end, what is presumably the CO’s office, with its durasteel double doors and obviously larger size.

Mereel starts in on slicing the door panel while Sev shoots out the camera in the hallway corner while the rest of them listen for any approaching patrols. It was only a matter of time before someone noticed they were there, whether it was the hole in the roof or the blacked out camera. The double doors open quietly and they head inside. Vau’s boys guard the door while he and Mereel crowd the desk in the middle of the room.

“I need a few minutes to get into this,” Mereel says, eyes locked onto the screen before him. One of his slicing tools is between his teeth.

“You’ll get it, son. We’ll take care of anything that tries to get in our way.”

So far it looks like no one has noticed them. The imps must really be confident in the plan to neutralize Mandalore with so few guards and patrols. Sweat drops trickle down the back of his neck and into his bodysuit.

Mereel studies the datapad stripping the system for a few more moments and turns it towards Kal. There’s a concerned look stretched across his handsome face. Together the watch the recorded scene on the screen before them.

There’s Orla, still in her work clothes, talking with an Imp who’s behind this very desk, flanked by two stormtroopers. He knows those gestures - she’s spitting mad, barely containing the fury that was directed toward the man behind the desk. Without audio he can only guess as to the contents of their conversation. The Imp behind the desk gives a short reply and nods curtly to the right-hand trooper who, without hesitation, raises his blaster rifle and cracks her across the face with the butt end. She doesn’t even see it coming. Even in the shades of blue from the holoprojector the blood is obvious, trickling down the side of her face.

Kal is livid, trembling so finely it’s barely visible, and he almost forgets where they are for a moment. Deep in enemy territory, with hostiles incoming any minute.

Mereel makes a disgusted noise from deep in his chest as they watch her be pushed to the ground. They follow the video feed where she’s led to a cell. His breath catches. There’s a chance she’s still here. His hope is tempered, however, when an alarm starts to sound from within the garrison. A patrol must have finally found their breach point.

“Sarge?” warns a voice from outside the door. It’s Sev, by the gravelly tone.

“Almost finished,” he shouts, over the screeching din. Mereel continues to work furiously, his bulk hunched over the console. He’s able to parse through incredible amounts of data with immense precision; Kal can practically feel the concentration rolling off him.

“Wait,” Mereel says. Kal looks over at the screen. They’re centered on a video feed again, this time outside. The sheer amount of prisoners in line for the transport is shocking enough, but the fact that none of them are in armor is even more appalling. The Imps are slowly stripping their culture away, plate by plate.

“She’s not on the manifest for this transport, even though the records say she leaves.”

It doesn’t make sense. Unless… Kal knows Mereel must be thinking the same as him. Judging by the brutality of the footage they’ve watched, the stories from around the planet, he wouldn’t put it past the Empire to take care of a pesky problem in the easiest way they knew how. It wasn’t something that supposedly peaceful, orderly governments liked to keep records of. His dread and guilt intensifies, leadening his limbs already weighed down by heavy beskar.

He chokes the words out. He has to know. “Is there any footage of…” Kal can’t bring himself to say them. It doesn’t need to be said, Mereel knows what he’s looking for. He’s been in a war zone long enough to know that armies aren’t sentimental.

“No, no footage. Just them leading her away.” The alarm continues to blare. It could be minutes, seconds before they have to blast their way out.

“Here.”

Kal steels himself to watch. It’s his fault, he reminds himself again. Two more fresh marks in his ledger. His arm reaches automatically to his son’s to steady himself. He feels Mereel’s slump ever so slightly, whether it’s in relief or defeat, he can’t tell.

“I have what I need,” he says, “time to go. Debrief can wait for later.” Distant footsteps start to echo towards them, modulated shouts following close behind. They were about to be grossly outnumbered, by the sound of it. Kal shoves his helmet back on, heading through the doorway and signaling Sev and Scorch to follow.

They wind through the garrison, avoiding both patrols and squads of stormtroopers sweeping the building. It’s laughably easy compared some of the other heists they’ve pulled - except he speaks too soon. As they make their way out of the back door of the garrison onto the Keldabe streets, one squad catches up to them. Ordo has aayhan back at Kyrimorut - earlier they had decided it was too risky for the four of them to fly home and possibly expose the homestead. So instead their plan was to run the winding streets and strategically borrow a transport. The problem is that Kal is pushing sixty and the other men are - physiologically at least - still in their early twenties. They’re a lot kriffing faster than him, even with his ankle fixed.

The streets and alleys twist and turn, switching from ancient cobbles to smooth duracrete without warning. Easy enough to get lost if you’re a local, they are impossible to navigate as aruettiise. Soon the four are panting, ducked into an alcove off a cobbled alley. Finally, it seems they’ve dodged the patrol. Only time will tell if they were recognized. Kal finds he doesn’t much mind if they know his face. In fact, he hopes they do. He wants to meet that garrison officer.

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Imperial Rehabilitation Center

Weeks later

19 BBY

Life isn’t all doom and gloom. They are kept...occupied. Like rats in a maze. Ori shares a bunk with another Mandalorian, the only other there. Taren is a kid really, small and slight except for her distended belly. It’s obvious she’s used to wearing armor by the way she walks, how upright she holds herself, arms swaying slightly away from her body. And how she closes in on herself when she realizes it’s not there, when it’s nighttime in their room and thinks Ori can’t hear her sob breathlessly into her pillow every night.

It’s almost childish, the way they’re herded from room to room. Chaperoned and on a schedule, like one would handle a naughty child needing extra discipline. It was how she imagines Coruscanti boarding schools some of her medical school classmates attended - polished stone floors and crisp uniforms, all strict routines and synchronized repetition. It’s meant to numb the mind, making days run into weeks. She suspects they’re kept intentionally disoriented. After all, most of them are still political prisoners, and many she’s found have important connections on their respective homeworlds.

They’re at lunch, scattered around their assigned tables. Generously, they are allowed to converse during meals, though their seats remain assigned. The ‘rehab center’ has proven to be much more expansive than she expected - some rooms are swallowingly large, like the one she is in now, and some are as small as a broom closet, connected by narrow winding hallways. The building itself could have been any number of things in a past life - a school, factory, or prison. She supposes it doesn’t matter much now. Today there’s a newcomer, sitting quiet and sullen at a back table with the Corellians. Time would tell if she was one of them or if she hailed from a different world.

An arm jostles her, hitting her square in the ribs. It successfully knocks her out of her analysis of the newcomer.

“-did you hear what I just said?” Taren says, mouth full of tasteless nutritional paste. It’s far from delicious, but you ate what they give out and she is hungry *all the time* nowadays. A fleck lands on Ori’s face and she wipes it away with a raised eyebrow.

“Sorry, al’verde.” Commander. Her eyes roll automatically. She knows she doesn’t deserve the title. Discreetly, Ori shushes the younger woman - they’re lucky the stormtroopers here don’t understand Mando’a.

They put together kit for new stormtroopers, morning and night. It’s another endurable humiliation. She stabs at the cubes bitterly with her spoon, scattering crumbs across the table. They’re not allowed forks or knives, not after Taren’s first week. A tiny smile flits across her face as she thinks on the memory.

Ori feels like a geriatric compared to the spry warrior, though they’re less than ten years apart in age. She’s seen things in that time, lost people, buried dreams. Though Taren is looking older and older by the day, cooped up in this place.

“Theera is gone,” Taren says, “she wasn’t at breakfast either.”

Looking around and finding no sign of the woman, Ori hums an agreement. She’ll be gone for good soon, and her baby as well. Every time someone delivers it sends a sense of unshakeable dread down her spine and into the pit of her stomach. All of them are marching slowly towards that finish line.

The artificial hierarchy into which they are forced has made the two Mandalorians de facto leaders, despite Ori being one of the newer inmates and to cement her as *alverde*; her medical expertise makes her invaluable.

The room hushes as Dr. Loesch sweeps down to the cafeteria, all business in crisp grey scrubs, so confident in his admiration. He insists they call him ‘Doctor L’ like he’s a popular lecturer at a university. He’s the worst kind of hut’uun, just as bad as the rest of the Imps she’s met here. Loesch is in charge of their medical care, all 100-some of them, including herself. Loesch towers over most of them, even herself.

As a physician, Ori is personally insulted at his complacency, the fact that he is perfectly content in his post and cemented in his belief that what he was doing is just, his complicity. She stabs at her cubes some more to try and make herself feel better.

As a woman, she’s decidedly less surprised. Men like him are everywhere, tall and handsome, handed success on a silver platter, born into families of privilege and power. Taking and taking with no thought of the carnage they leave behind.

He saunters his way over to their table and sits with a charming smile.

“Beviin,” he starts, “I heard through the gossip chain that you were an obstetrician before you came here?”

It’s physically painful to keep her retort in hand. She’s been here long enough to see women sent to solitary. And to see them come back, changed indefinitely.

“Mmm,” she mumbles affirmatively through a mouthful of cubes. She swallows. “Yes.” Keep it simple, that’s easy enough.

He smiles sardonically. “How ironic,” he adds, obviously pleased with the revelation. Expectantly, he looks around the table to gauge his joke, and they catch on, laughing softly, nervously, afraid of what might happen if they don’t. Even Ori joins in, the butt of the low blow, though her simmering rage ratchets up another level.

They finish the rest of their lunch largely in silence and Loesch pulls her away when she files out with the others.

“Ms. Beviin,” he says conspiratorially, “I know it must be difficult for you to be here.”

The man over her, face too close for comfort, his voice deep and low. Alarm fills her as the other people in the room dwindle until it’s just the two of them and the scattered troopers on the upper level. All Ori can think about is where the nearest exit is located when she realizes he’s still speaking to her.

“...what do you think?” He waits patiently, a benevolent expression in his face. He blinks too little, she thinks, and his eyes are devoid of expression, shining with an amused sort of malevolence. They’re a strange shade of brown...no, green? The little noise he makes in the back of his throat brings her back to their conversation.

“Ah...sure?” she replies weakly, stunned and frozen.

“That’ll be nice for the other inmates,” he says. Incredibly white, straight teeth flash as he smiles down at her. “I think it will give them comfort to have you there. I’ll have the guards collect you when it’s time.”

——

Three nurses eye her from across the suite. They wear sweet matching hospital uniforms, in the same soft fabric as hers except in a delicate petal pink. With a pang, she misses her fellow nurses and doctors on Mandalore. Who knows how many had fallen ill? Been arrested? The way they clustered in a little group reminded her of her schoolmates, when they found out she didn’t like fighting, whispering rumors from across the room. That she thought she was better than them, that weird girl who was more concerned with grades than winning fights and impressing boys. Now they stand across the room from her like a little bunch of flowers in their coordinated outfits, identical and perfect. She’s an other in their world, someone to be feared and hated, pitied at best.

Orla stands awkwardly, waiting for the show to start when her stomach flips. The scrub top she has on stretches across her middle awkwardly, pulling at the seams and the soft shoes that cover her feet are obscured by her bump. The strange sensation returns, a little differently this time, just the barest flutter, deeper down than that nervous feeling. Her baby. She lays a gentle palm over the swell, as discreetly as she can, still feeling the scrutinizing looks of the women across the room.

Another nurse wheels a bed into the room, complete with Theera shivering atop it, her hair and gown drenched in sweat. Orla rushes to the head of the bed as she’s prepped for the operation. Theera is dazed, too exhausted to make much sense of anything right now, glassy eyes focused on the ceiling. She smoothes back the sweaty hair from Theera’s forehead.

“Hey cyar’ika. It’s Ori,” she says softly. The woman’s eyes focus a little, just enough to meet hers. She bumps their foreheads together. It was as much to comfort herself as much as the other woman. Non-mandos typically didn’t understand the meaning behind the gesture. She can’t squeeze her hand like she wants to - it’s being hooked up to IV tubing.

“I’m cold,” she mumbles. Some of it is adrenaline, some from fear, and the rest from the icy operating room temperature to keep the surgeons comfortable. Drenched as she is, it’s no wonder Theera is shivering.

Ori asks the wary tech for a warm blanket, terrified of overstepping and getting her shebs kicked out of the operating room. She’s promptly ignored in favor of his work. Dr. Loesch enters the room and the nurses titter around him while he ensures everything is prepped to his liking. Ori settles for as much skin to skin contact as she can get with Theera, trying to warm her, mumbling comforting nonsense into her ear as Loesch starts to work. A warming bassinet waits ominously against the wall for its prize.

A thin cry interrupts their mumbling and Theera’s eyes sharpen at the noise. Loesch holds the little thing over the curtain separating them indulgently, just for a moment. A boy, he says, and she and Theera find themselves mesmerized by the bloody little thing and his tiny squished face and flailing arms, already so angry at the world. He’s held up for a second, allowing Theera a cursory glance and then whisked away by the nurses to the bassinet. His mother is still paralyzed on the table and it makes it all the more unjust that she isn’t even allowed to touch her son, see him up close. The nurses at the bassinet laugh and coo, oblivious to Theera, who starts weeping pitifully. Fat tears slide down the side of her face, wetting the starched white sheet beneath her head.

Ori is in the middle of the absolute emotional chaos around her. Theera crying, Dr. Loesch talking with his assistant about weekend plans, and the nurses with the baby, who have turned back at the sound of crying to glare at them judgementally. She can practically hear them now. Serves her right, their looks say. She deserves it. The rage congeals around Ori, settling itself in her throat. This feeling is exactly what had put her in this place to begin with and she knows she has to control it, use it somehow. She watches them place a little bracelet around the infant’s ankle and scan it into a datapad. They don’t bother with Theera. It dawns on her then that if she’s lucky - incredibly lucky - she can use the Empire’s obsession with order against them.

She makes her way over to the bassinet under the ruse of joining the indulgent cooing that is going on, trying not to throw elbows before she’s kicked out of the room. The little boy’s leg is caught for a heel stick an she gets her chance. The number on the leg band is just visible, only for a second. She sends a prayer up to the Manda that she gets it right.

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