#defectors au

[never-ending-fanfic]

Just a little treat for @seth-shitposts's Defectors AU 🩵

I adore the Big Brother Kallus™ and Little Brother Ezra™ dymanic so much, I had to draw what we've been talkin about today

#defectors au #star wars #alexsandr kallus #kallus #agent kallus #ezra bridger #star wars rebels #swr #star wars au

[seth-shitposts]

Defectors AU : Floor is Lava

The first time Ezra ever yells out "the floor is lava", Kallus doesn't have even two seconds to process it before he is suddenly being hurled onto the nearest couch.

So after that, it becomes a game. To see if Kallus can get himself to safety or if he needs Ezra’s "help". (One time he got thrown against a wall. Another time his hip clipped a counter. One time though, Kallus was the one to announce the sudden appearance of lava and he picked Ezra up, insisting that he has to be held really high to not get burned.)

When they reunite years later, Ezra gets an impulse that he absolutely does not even attempt to fight. He yells "floor is lava" in the same moment that he force-throws Kallus into Zeb.

#defectors au #star wars rebels #swr #alexsandr kallus #ezra bridger #star wars

[bonefall]

What are each of the df cats nightmare places? The ones you have laid out anyway

Named, there's Deadfrost's Labyrinth which was brought by Shredtail, and Lover's Beck brought by Houndleap. I won't name them until the associated cat has a full summary.

But anyway here's a couple planned ones:

Leopardstar/Bonehill

Tigerstar/Thistle Field

Thistleclaw/ Highrock Mountain (the highrock is an endlessly high mountain)

Featherwhisker/Meadow of Dead Stars (It is very funny that Feather's like, "my life rocked actually. Its worst moment was the half a second I was in StarClan :V")

Ryewhisker/The bloody battlefield he died in

Cloudberry/Fourtrees and it always seems to murmur

Ripplestar/Fallen Fifth Tree

Mapleshade/Swollen River

In addition, when I get to a cat that 'defects' from StarClan, like Thistleclaw, I will mention that their... "Land Mar" fades in over time. The starshine has to fade from their fur.

#A shining StarClan defector can probably also be killed #So Thistleclaw was unsafe when he first left StarClan #Better bones au #BB!Dark Forest

[inamindfarfaraway]

I can’t believe I’m posting about Sonic Underground, but this is the Cringe App, so here are some random thoughts and headcanons:

Sonia has super strength parallel to Sonic’s super speed (Manic has no innate power, because life isn’t fair) and that should have been explored more. Like, outside of battle. Imagine all the training Lady Windimere must have put her through to act ladylike and demure and not accidentally break all the fragile expensive things around her. She casually carries her brothers and Bartleby all the time. Sometimes she squeezes them a little too hard when she hugs them. She reunites with Bartleby after a rough mission and effortlessly picks him, spins him around and throws him high into the air. She can arm-wrestle Knuckles as an equal. Someone else is working on a heavy robot or vehicle or something and Sonia is propping or holding it up for them. The van breaks down in a place they can’t stay in and she just sighs, tells her brothers to take out and carry everything they can, lifts the van over her head and starts walking. She grabs the scruff of Sonic’s neck with her fingers when he tries to run away to do something stupid and he runs in place, extremely annoyed. A very exasperated Cyrus tells her that she needs to stop hitting the door buttons so hard when she dramatically leaves after an argument (thank God the doors don’t have hinges to be ripped off of), because they can’t keep installing new ones. First Sonic wearing away the floors and heating the metal so much it could melt people’s shoes, now this? He does have a favourite triplet and it’s Manic. This isn’t the only reason, but it’s a big one.

Seriously, why didn’t the show remark more on how Manic doesn’t have a power? I guess his instrument giving him earth manipulation while the others just get lasers kinda makes up for it. Maybe super genes run in the royal family recessively. With all the stock episode plots they did, you’d think there’d be one where he felt inferior to his siblings for this reason and reaffirmed his worth by saving the day and rescuing them when they were both captured.

There really should have been a body swap episode. Here’s my pitch: tensions are running high between the siblings as they clash over their respective flaws and insecurities, when some magical shenanigans that tie into whatever Robotnik’s plan is switch their consciousnesses around. Sonic is in Manic’s body, Manic in Sonia’s and Sonia in Sonic's. Now, Sonia has been stressed lately feeling pressured to be the mature, responsible one and, with so much steam to let off, finds herself slipping into Sonic’s recklessness, impulsivity and cockiness. She can literally outrun all her problems… or so she thinks. The speed is liberating and intoxicating. Meanwhile, Manic, who was giving her shit at the start, realizes how much restraint Sonia needs to exercise to not cause more trouble than she fixes with her strength and that, while it definitely makes some things easier, having a superpower isn’t a cure-all and requires rules in itself. He gains a greater respect and appreciation for her, which enables him to remind her of the value of responsibility and caution when she runs off the deep end. Sonic absolutely hates not having any extraordinary abilities. At first his siblings think he’s just cranky because he can’t do awesome tricks anymore and has to have a normal person’s amount of patience. Averse to vulnerability as he is, he pretends that that’s the extent of it; but as his complaints shift from whining to self-abuse, it turns out that he can’t stand feeling this helpless. He’s never been this incapable before. It hurts. It takes him right back to the worst moments of his life, when he wasn’t fast enough to save his parents and uncle. Now he isn’t fast enough to save anyone. Keeping the cycle of empathy going after Manic talks her down, Sonia reflects on how amazing her new speed feels and what having had that power her whole life might have done to her self-esteem. She tells Sonic that his speed and usefulness don’t define him or his worth, and it’s okay to fail, need to go slow, make mistakes and have things that are just beyond you. Everyone does. She’s made some big mistakes herself just that day! What matters is the strengths you do have and how you use them. He’s done so much good, for all his flaws, and she and Manic love every part of him. Inspired, Sonic ultimately defeats Robotnik using his intelligence and leadership skills, with both his siblings using their new powers effectively and wisely to make the plan work. Once they switch back, they get in a similar unfortunate situation to the one that pushed their stress to the tipping point in the beginning, only now they take it in stride and deal with it together. Who am I kidding, the show wouldn’t have gone into that much character analysis and emotional depth. That’s why we need fanfiction.

Sonia has had a five-star privileged education; however, she must also unlearn all Robotnik’s propaganda and lies. Sonic has had a less thorough education, but presumably still a pretty good one and without any of the propaganda from moving in with Uncle Chuck onward. Manic has never been to school a day in his life. Think of the comedy you could get out of this arrangement. But also, is Manic illiterate? His reading and writing are probably significantly poorer than the others’, right? I headcanon he’s secretly insecure about his lack of formal education and occasionally teases Sonia for her “nerdy” advanced knowledge and makes fun of her when she doesn’t know something, in an effort to bring her down to his level.

Uncle Chuck is the triplets’ father’s brother, not of royal blood. My headcanon is that after Robotnik killed the king during the takeover, he agreed to go into hiding and cut ties with Aleena. He didn’t plan to have a role in her children’s lives until the Time arrived, but he wound up near enough Sonic’s home to visit and couldn’t stay away. He fondly told Sonic a great deal about life before Robotnik ruined everything and his birth parents, carefully omitting that they were the king and queen of course.

Sonic and Manic love to hear Mindy and Bartleby’s stories about Sonia before they met her. Though they are sad that the people who could tell such stories about them are all roboticized, so unless until a deroboticizer is invented there are parts of their early lives they don’t remember or fully understand that can simply never be told. In general, seeing Sonia with her old friends makes them feel Big Feelings. They’re glad one of them still has people from before in their life, but… it stings.

Where? Was the triplets’ grief?? Over their parents and guardians??? Where were the bonding moments about it? Where were the reminiscing scenes and Sonic explaining how he lost his old family twice and had to watch the first time? Where were the dramatic, heartwrenching confrontations with the roboticized guardians? FANFICS I NEED YOU

Manic likes to tinker with machinery when he’s bored, anxious, frustrated, guilty or even excited. Basically, he reaches a significant intensity of emotion and gets out the tools. He’s a fidgeter in general and always doing something with his hands - why do you think Farrell supported his impractical, attention-drawing hobby of drumming? A deroboticizor is a top priority ongoing project in the Resistance and if he’s in a really bad mental state, especially if he’s missing his dad, he can probably be found working tirelessly on one of the prototypes. Sleep, hunger, other people, the passage of time all mean nothing to him in that state. Sonic is the best at snapping him out of it because swap engineering with running and vigilantism and he essentially has the same coping mechanism, so he gets it in a way Sonia can’t. However, the sign that the hyperactive brothers are completely crushed and hopeless is that they lose their energy and motivation. If they’re notably still, slow and restrained in movement, they are Not Okay.

Sonia’s contrasting coping mechanism is to distract herself and her support system from her feelings with others’ business. That can manifest as criticizing someone else (constructively or destructively), wanting details on some aspect of their life, stoking drama and gossiping about them, or trying to fix their problems and/or make them open up about their issues. The last one is increasingly common since embarking on her character development. She’s always been a social butterfly and was a duck in water in the social perception, awareness and shrewdness-centric culture of the upper class; genuinely loves using those skills to help people so this is still in character on a good day; and is so at best charismatic and at worst overbearing that she can easily make you worry more about whatever she’s latched onto as a diversion, whether you agree with her stance on it or not. It takes a trained eye to catch when she’s actually neglecting herself. An indicator is that if her drive is the subconscious desire to avoid confronting her own feelings, she’ll be or become over time less tactful, patient and respectful of boundaries than usual, or resort to pettier topics in her desperation. Her brothers are the best at telling these behaviours apart from her healthy altruism and harmless theatrics and making her talk.

The medallions are royal family heirlooms. The rare, potent magical crystal they were carved from was a primary resource of Mobotropolis and the reason the capital was built there, their clean energy used for rapid magical/technological advancement that brought huge prosperity to Mobius, hence the paradise it was pre-Robotnik. Shards of them were incorporated in many royal regalia pieces. Through past political upheavals, disasters and thefts, most of the ornamental fragments have been lost. The medallions were made relatively recently to celebrate the dawn of a new golden age of art and culture; music was a key part of Mobian culture, so it was symbolically very fitting to give the rulers and protectors of the people instruments and weapons in one. It represented the ideal that they should give as much as they were able to take - even if they took up arms, they would at the same time have to preserve the life and spirit of Mobius through playing music. Hopefully that would tether them to their conscience. Plus, what’s more gloriously badass for a monarch than defeating your enemy by playing a rock cover of your national anthem? Robotnik’s relentless mining extracted the last of this precious resource years ago. He forgot the sustainable methods his predecessors used to harness the magic indefinitely because he can’t be bothered to understand magic, so he’s exhausted the power of every existing piece of the crystal besides the three medallions that have remained out of his grasp. He keeps trying to synthesize it, but you can’t synthesize ✨magic.✨ The sudden decline and loss of a longstanding reliable power source has made everyone reliant on Robotnik’s dirty energy. When the royal family retake their thrones, the medallions can either be given up and used to power Mobius or the very similar Chaos Emeralds used instead upon relearning the magic crystal energy harnessing techniques. Wouldn’t it be cool if discovering the Chaos Emeralds or recovering them from Robotnik was what turned the tide of the war? Sonic, Manic and Sonia going super and defeating Robotnik once and for all? Yes, yes it would.

Sonia is the oldest. Manic is the youngest. Sonic, as in the movies, is the middle child. Sonic and Sonia believe their birth order is important and she will never stop lording it over him, since before they got ahold of their birth certificates he’d assumed he was the oldest. Manic doesn’t care and wishes they would drop it.

Having been eager to help his uncle around the house and then needing to pull his weight in the Resistance, Sonic is a reliably good cook. He likes to learn more whenever he has the resources and time to experiment. Manic had no technical skills initially, not having had a kitchen and all, but is learning quickly under Sonic’s tutelage and has the sheer ingenuity to make a meal out of pretty much anything. Sonia can’t cook for shit. Sonic won’t give up on trying to teach her… but he’s certainly been tempted.

Sonic is afraid of fire due to the trauma of watching his old home burn down when he lost his parents (I put him at eight at the time, like Batman, and so he spends an almost equal number of years with his adoptive family and Uncle Chuck if he’s fifteen in the show). The smell of Sonia burning toast is enough to trigger flashbacks. Once Robotnik trapped the siblings in a burning building and he just froze, overwhelmed with terror; Sonia had to carry him to safety like a firefighter.

Follow-up with Tails.

#i love that every sonic underground fan is actually a fan of the Well- Written AU in their head #we all have our own #we like the show in theory #on paper #we like what it is in our hearts #also yes i lowkey ship sonia and bartleby okay #i just can’t ship her with knuckles and i think bartleby’s ‘aristocratic defector’ arc has potential #sonic underground #sonic the hedgehog #sonia the hedgehog #manic the hedgehog #hedgehog triplets

[factorialsotherfandoms]

Surprise alt PoV on Saturday's fic...? Magic exhaustion is totally exhaustion and I wrote basic type back on the fainting day so like. Enjoy some weird shit instead.

XCOM AU, again, with people having extremely bad times. Referenced torture, everything's a bit on the magic end of things for me to be sure how to warn it. Oh right! Implied Major Character Death (they learn this isn't actually the case before the end of the story, but do believe it for long enough to have genuine grief hours about it). Actual major character injury. Psychic torture. Poorly explained magic and soulmate system.

Mostly Forever, Cellbit, and Pac, with background Fit/Pac and not-on-screen-but-vital-to-story Pac & Mike

The meeting has been over for a good twenty minutes now. Most of the Order have dispersed back to their days, but a few still hang around the command centre. Forever is nominally in charge of navigation, but auto-pilot is engaged and they don't have anywhere specific to go. It's the sort of day where one person can manage both navigation and comms, though Cellbit has pulled up a chair and an old book of puzzles to keep himself occupied as he pretends to handle the later.

Not that puzzles are being done, at the moment; currently they're both over by the holographic map system, lazily watching the flightpath while chatting with Pac. Ever since Mike was kidnapped two - maybe three - months ago, he's been out of sorts. Of course he has - Forever doesn't understand what a soul-bond means, not innately, but to have someone trusted with your head pulled away? In danger with nothing you can do, with every lead going nowhere? Pac's honestly dealing weirdly well.

Forever knows he and Cellbit dealt /much/ worse when Felps was stolen from them.

"Any plans tonight?" he asks, when the conversation Cellbit and Pac were having slows to a halt.

"Roier wanted to show me something," Cellbit's face goes soft for a moment at the mention. "Who knows how it'll go?"

"Not really," Pac blinks a little harder than normal. "Maybe the bar? Is there anything else to do?"

"Steal the lab back for an evening?" Cellbit suggests.

"Dating!" is Forever's reply.

Pac laughs at the first, and goes red at the second.

"Ohhhh," Forever laughs, suddenly realising. "Is Fit going to be at the bar, by any chance?"

"I- Ah- Maybe!" Pac's hands swish about the air with just quite how flustered he is by the mere suggestion. "What about you? Aren't you up to anything?"

"Me?" Forever replies, teasing. "Well now you ask... No, not much. Pierre had some new reports I should probably start working through."

"The elerium reports?" Cellbit's eyes light up. "He's finished? Did he have much to say about it?"

"His report's short, Tubbo's though..." Forever laughs.

"Tubbo's right, though," Pac looks over to a point between Forever and Cellbit, thinking hard. "If we can fully harness it... Ship power isn't going to be a problem again. We might even be able to use it to channel... No, I don't think it'll work for grenades. We don't have enough anyway. But if we can find a way to safely embed it... You might... Maybe... You should make Tubbo talk to Pierre. I'm not up to date on all our schematics, and I'm not Mike, but... With the right wiring it should make energy weapons viable? And! The alloys he was looking at for the new armour? If I'm right about it-"

At some point during the ramble, Forever had looked away; one of the engineers was flagging him down for permission to start maintenance on the steering system. He is in the middle of giving them the thumbs up when Pac's ramble cuts off.

Forever abandons the engineer, head snapping back around to check on him.

Pac often trails off.

But Pac does /not/ cut off at the peak of excitement in a ramble. Not unless it's followed by an apology. Never to nothing, never to dead silence.

Forever's correct; Pac has frozen up, his eyes overtaken by a haze of glowing blue.

Fuck, psionics; Forever looks to Cellbit, who shakes his head - not anything he can detect, and so not anything from an attack.

Just in case he still sees Cellbit extend a nullification field over Pac - and Forever as well. No change.

Pac's fingers, previously loose on the guard rail as he leant against it, are white with the tension in his grip.

"Pac...?" Forever glances back and forth between Cellbit and Pac as he speaks. "Everything okay?"

Pac blinks.

Usually it would erase the glow.

This time... The colour shifts.

Right eye remains blue.

Left eye shifts to green.

"... Mike?"

If it /is/ Mike, some sort of long distance contact from his cell that Cellbit and Pac had both called too dangerous to attempt over the distance...

Forever tries to remind himself it means something is terribly wrong - Mike would have tried this earlier if he thought that he could - but all that happens is that his heart soars.

A lead, a lead, for the first time in months they have a better lead than 'somewhere in Australia, South-East Asia, the Pacific, or South America'. He's no idea how good a lead, but it is one.

"Mike!" Cellbit's call for their missing friend is sharper. "Pac? What's happening? Where are you?"

Pac - Mike - neither of them respond. Pac doesn't even blink, his body rigid against the guard rail.

Cellbit reaches an arm behind him, making sure he doesn't fall back over it if at any point he goes limp. The action... The action forces Forever's brain into accepting just how serious this probably is.

And no matter what, once this is over Pac is going to be a wreck. He's coping... badly, but so much better than any of them thought he would, the bad limited to reckless disregard for his own safety, not anything else. After this, though, after having Mike in his brain only to have to leave...

If he and Cellbit aren't enough to help - and they won't be - there's two other people Forever can think that Pac might want. He grabs his communicator, sending messages summoning Fit and Felps.

Fit is on the training range, and Felps is probably asleep, but at least they'll come as soon as they're free.

Forever and Cellbit... They can work with that.

He leaves Cellbit to do whatever psionic things he's trying - soul-bonds aren't like Cellbit's academic psionics, but it comes from the same root source, they think - and does what he can.

The engineer has taken his distraction for permission, and is doing her job. Forever... This isn't his, but all the crew are his responsibility - and especially the Brazilians.

He takes one of Pac's hands, peeling it from the guard rail and interlacing the fingers with his own.

Nails dig deep into his hand as Pac, still blank eyed and otherwise unresponsive, clings back.

It stays like that for a few minutes - even on their ship they refuse to leave Pac alone and vulnerable. Just... Forever holding his hand, Cellbit protecting his back, and Pac's face completely blank in a way Pac's never is.

Forever can read the tension in his body, though, the way the shaking grows with every breath.

He does his best to reassure them, whatever combination of Tazercraft can or cannot hear him, all the while shooing anyone looking into walking past. Fit and Felps still haven't replied, but it's okay, it's okay, he and Cellbit can at least keep Pac curled up sobbing somewhere safe until other help arrives. Forever wants to fix it, wants to take the tension from Pac's spine and bring him Mike - the only real way to soothe the gash in his soul - wants to just keep those he cares about safe.

But, no, all Forever can do is hold Pac's hand as the minutes tick away.

Tick, tick, tick away...

One minute

Two minutes

Three.

Four minutes pass, five...

The green disappears from Pac's eyes.

He screams.

The blue is still there, lashing out from his eyes. Forever drops his hand to try to pull Pac against him; Cellbit shifts like he's about to try and do the same.

Before they can touch him, it stops. It all stops. Pac crumples to the floor, deathly silent, terrifyingly still - a limp, dead weight. Forever catches him against his shoulder, easing him to the floor, unable to think, unable to breathe. Cellbit takes over, calling Pac's name, checking his breathing, lowering him onto his side.

Forever drops to his knees, and lets the jolt of pain break the trance. He grabs his comm back up, not even looking as he flicks the button to summon someone from medical.

"Is that...?" he looks to Cellbit, and Cellbit looks back.

And, fuck, Cellbit is just as helpless as him.

"No idea," their best expert on psionics says, and they're fucked; Forever knew that, but can't blame a man for hoping. "Bonds aren't... I don't do bonds. Pac would be the one to ask."

And Pac is the one lying on the floor.

It's another couple of seconds before Pac's eyes blink open. As soon as he sees, Forever leans down, brushing a hand along his cheek.

"Pac?" he asks. "Pac, are you okay?"

Pac's eyes do find him, and do focus properly. It's a relief, even as the tears start flowing.

Forever... Forever doesn't know what could possibly cause such a violent reaction, but his heart shatters at the possibilities. He doesn't want to think, doesn't want to think-

"Mike," Pac whispers between the sobs. "Mike..."

Too late, too late, they're too fucking late.

Forever can see his own hands shake as he brushes them across Pac's skin. He needs to pace, to scream, to think, to plan, to- to- there is /no/ making this right, but he /has/ to, he has to, he has to, Mike can't- He can't be-

Forever cannot even think the word.

Cellbit is also quiet.

Cellbit's hands are also trembling.

Cellbit must have concluded the same.

Forever wonders why the fuck Cellbit has not taken back his position, when Forever sits here trembling and Cellbit manages to at least flag the medics down.

They nudge him to one side, two helping Pac while the third orders him and Cellbit to sit, orders someone else to get warm drinks, and generally takes control of the support staff. Someone - Forever thinks it might be Jaiden, but he can't quite see more than a purple blur, so it could be Vegetta - has taken over navigation and comms. One of those warm drinks is placed in his hands, and another in Cellbit's. Pac is able to - with a bit of help - sit by the time he's helped onto a stretcher. It's a relief, it's a relief, if the only one Forever has - and, fuck, how does he face Pac again, when he didn't have the information.

Fit appears at some point. One of Tubbo's people - Tubbo's people, who used to be Pac and Mike's people, fuck - directs him.

Fit's face is pale, when he sprints off.

Felps joins them even later. He doesn't say anything as he worms his way between Forever and Cellbit, pulling them both into a hug.

Bagi's away from the Avenger, doing work with Tina and one of the rebel cells. They're necessarily out of contact; they have time to work out how to tell her. Everyone else... Fit will work it out, once he sees Pac - if he hasn't already. Otherwise... Maybe he can fob the announcement off on Wilbur, but it doesn't seem right, doesn't seem... He's the commander of this operation, it's /supposed/ to be his job.

But he can't, he can't - right now all he can think of is pink hair and sharp laughter and a sharper mind, bright eyes behind taped together glasses.

They... They still don't know where he is. They'll never even be able to retrieve a body; the thrice-damned Federation will have melted it down for parts before they get there.

Just like they did to all those civilians...

That's what breaks him, in the end. Forever curls over Felps shoulder, and sobs into his neck.

Mike, Mike, Mike...

He's lost everyone before - lost Mike before, not once, but twice.

It still hurts, it still hurts, maybe it even hurts worse than before.

Really, he should have known miracles don't come in threes.

---

At some point, Felps steers them all into the privacy of Forever's... office-slash-bedroom. There's definitely a desk and computer there, but also some old beaten up couches, a thousand filing cabinets, and an old army bed shoved in a corner.

There's also a coffee machine on a table between two of the cabinets, and Forever doesn't have the strength to stop Cellbit from abusing it today.

He's trying to plan, trying to think - but what can he do? They know where the /Hunter/ is, they could get revenge, but there's still the Warlock, and even taking out those three doesn't promise safety. His instincts say pull everyone back, cocoon up, drag everyone else to safety and let nothing touch them ever again - especially now there's /children/ on the ship too.

But they don't have that choice. They have too many friends, too many allies, too many people to save and too few of them would ever leave the world to burn.

Fit's not come to find them, so at least Pac isn't alone. He should go, he should maybe try comfort Pac, but what can he say? Sorry my contacts weren't good enough to find your soulmate before he was murdered? Fuck, he can't do that.

But then again...

Felps is telling a story, trying to keep their minds off things they cannot change. Cellbit doesn't seem to be listening, and Forever certainly isn't, but there's some things he just cannot change.

They did get Felps back.

... They did, right?

Forever reaches out, grabbing his wrist. His fingers find his pulse, and he forces himself to breathe. Felps was dead - everyone was convinced Felps was dead - but he wasn't actually. He wasn't harvested and liquidised, his brain was used as a CPU for a supercomputer instead. Horrific, horrifying,with mental and physical scars to this day, but they got Felps back.

Maybe...

Pac would know if Mike was still alive, even like that; if the soulbond is still there, it's there. If it's not...

Though...

Oh.

Forever pulls Felps with him as he marches to one of the cabinets. Which mission, which mission, which mission...

There. Operation Wailing Feast. No losses of their own, minimal civilian causalities too, but it was more by sheer, dumb luck than anything else. Philza had been in command, but Roier had written the initial report, the paperwork slightly smeared in blood, because Mike had been a sobbing mess, and the rest of the squad were recovering from major surgery.

It was before there was a proper medical facility on the ship, too; Aypierre's lab was thoroughly cleaned first, sure, but between needing to do surgery in an autopsy lab, and the only place for them to go after being the beds at the side of the common room, it's a wonder all of them made it.

They had - all of them had recovered - but it had never been a sure thing.

Another failure on Forever's part - he should have realised they'd need a medical ward sooner, should have made it the highest priority. But the cash just wasn't coming, and the parts, and...

And, there is one, now. He fixed that error.

Guilt is not what he came here for, it's just too easy to feel.

He refocuses and ignores Roier's report. Instead he looks for the other page, written by Philza several weeks later, once the man's hands were capable of writing again.

Skims it over, skims it over and breathes.

The report is short, as Philza's tend to be, and Roier had already covered most of the details. It, however, concerns the circumstances of Pac's injuries that day - caught in multiple explosions in quick succession, burns, shrapnel wounds, knocked out by the concussive force...

There's a note there, too, of how Mike had panicked. Panicked and started blind firing at anything that came close. He'd believed Pac dead, at first, needing coaxing to reach back along the bond and find him. Only then did he calm down long enough to allow Philza's Crow to approach, and stabalise Pac's wounds.

He clutches the paper, and names it hope - it says nothing good, it says so many terrible thing, but- but the soul bond /is/ fallible. In heightened emotional states, if someone is injured enough, it's possible to miss.

Even if they read Pac correctly - and now he thinks Pac never said Mike was gone, just the green vanished from the connection and Pac had called for him while sobbing - even if Pac can't feel Mike... It doesn't mean Mike's dead.

It's Forever's turn to drop to his knees in relief. He hates that it's relief - for Pac to have that reaction, for the soul bond to be missed, Mike must be horrifically wounded and is still held captive by an enemy that liquidises humans in a very literal way, for nobody knows what purpose - but it is. Because... Because he might not be too late. Mike might be /alive/.

He sobs, but they're not sad tears this time.

He hands the paper to Felps.

Felps, whose eyes also light up, and hands it to Cellbit.

Cellbit, who still downs the coffee but slams the mug into the table and says "do you think Pac has any idea where to look now?" already working on a new plan.

It's a good question. Pac was too out of it earlier, but maybe...

Forever's comm pings, and the timing is immaculate; it's Fit, saying Pac's properly awake and wants to speak to them.

It's followed by another message saying at least Fit thinks that's right, but Pac's struggling with English more than usual and his Portuguese isn't great.

"I'll go talk to him," Forever breathes out. "Do you-?"

"You two go," Felps takes the paper back from Cellbit, and puts everything back away. "I'll start asking around. Maybe Fred's people have something?"

They checked in yesterday and had nothing then, but the name of the game is hope, and contacting Fred's faction is always more complicated than the others. Maybe they'll have information from Pac once they manage to get a meeting.

---

Medical is the same as ever, if surprisingly quiet. It's been a while since their last full operation - Forever is certain that everything will go to hell soon, it always does - and nobody's managed to get shot on more covert activities of late. Pac's the only patient, curled up on a bed towards the back with Fit at his side and a nearby doctor keeping half an eye on him while she cleans.

"Pac!" Forever sweeps to his other side, taking one of his free hands. "Are you alright? You didn't hit your head or anything?"

Pac squeezes his hand, and offers a shaky, scared smile, "I'm good, I- Um... Fit?"

He glances at Fit, who tilts his head. After a second, the bomber works it out.

"Doc says he's just exhausted himself," Fit squeezes the hand of Pac's he's holding. "They're more trained on physical shit, but something about overtaxing himself psionically...?"

Cellbit's expression goes dark for a second. He storms over to Pac's side, pressing to fingers to the side of his head. Their eyes meet and Cellbit's eyes take on a slight red glow as he presses harder onto Pac's skin.

While Cellbit works Fit squeezes Pac's hand, and stands.

"I'll give you guys some privacy, let Tubbo know what's going on," he says.

Pac reaches for a hug; Fit gives it with only a little hesitation, whispering something in his ear before heading out. He gives Forever a wave, and it's returned, and then it's just a case of waiting for Cellbit to be satisfied.

Eventually, Cellbit pulls the fingers away, frowning as he does. "What happened, Pac? You're lucky - that's low enough to- fuck, Pac, you'll hurt yourself like this."

Pac doesn't even laugh nervously, his eyes just flicker to his hands.

"Mike reached for me," Pac says, clearly still badly drained. "I knew... I knew it would be bad, if he was reaching that far. We know it's too far to do safely..."

He trails off, and Forever tries to be gentle in his questioning.

"Is Mike okay?" he asks, because until he has that answer he doesn't know if he can breathe.

"Alive," Pac says, and both of the other Brazilians in the room relax; Cellbit starts texting Felps and maybe Roier as soon as that word is said. "He... He's hurt, though. Badly. I'm not sure what happened - physically - it was... We were entwined, we were trying to stay together, then suddenly he pulled back. Seconds later he grew very faint. He's not... Not gotten worse since, but..."

But it doesn't mean anything good, if the building tears mean anything.

"What happened?" Cellbit is the one to ask. "Mike isn't stupid, he wouldn't have risked it unless..."

"Cucurucho," Pac says, and the room goes dead silent.

Even the doctor freezes for a moment, before beginning to scrub even harder than before.

"Interrogation?" Cellbit asks, the only person they know to have been interrogated by one of the Federation's spokesmen.

Well, interrogated and have survived.

And he only lived, they think, because the cursed bear thought it was funnier that way.

Pac nods, shaking, "he... I don't know exactly? He threw /himself/ at me, I caught him and threw up a shield. I think... I think I covered everything important, but- but... not everything. There wasn't time. And the claws..." a particularly violent shudder. "I felt a little of the rest, as he pulled away. It's... Cucurucho must have read it, but it's all... fragmented? I... I don't-"

"You saved him," Cellbit cuts Pac off without a moment's hesitation. "Pac, listen to me? No matter what Cucurucho did or didn't take, Mike is alive because of /you/. Whatever happened? We can fix it. So long as he's alive when we get to him, we can fix it."

"I don't-" tears bubble out of Pac's eyes, and onto his cheeks. "He's so weak. He's there, he's still there, but..."

Forever shifts over to the bed, offering Pac a hug. It's quickly taken up, Pac folding against him.

"We'll find him," Forever promises, because if he's alive then they /can/. "Any information might help, but no matter what, we'll find him."

He's been saying that for months, now; he continues convincing himself it's true.

Pac shakes his head at first. Forever knows his friend - he gives it a second even as Cellbit's feet tap-tap on the floor.

The second pays off; Pac raises a hand, and points out in a direction, "he's that way. Not sure how far, but... Not this continent."

Forever sees Cellbit grab a compass - why he's carrying one he has no idea - setting it up and scribbling the direction on his hand.

It's something, it's so much more than they had.

"Thank you," Forever whispers to him. Holds him tight, doesn't know if Pac will ever understand how much he means to them - with Mike, yes, but even without him - and how wonderful he is. "Thank you, Pac. Rest, you did well; thank you, thank you so much."

There's no more promises that it'll be okay - they can't promise that, not here, not now, not like this. But it might be, it might be, it's possible.

The thread is fraying but it's not yet been cut; there's still a chance to pull it back in and weave in new strands.

All they can do is try.

#qsmp fanfic #qsmp x xcom #qsmp forever #qsmp au #qsmp cellbit #qsmp pac #qsmp tazercraft #angst #fred gets to be a defector this au because I needed more than just walter bob #congrats them #its grocery day but in the afternoon as had to wait for a parcel ew

[bccfggffbgv]

Does Uzi Prime miss the old days when she still had N and Thad by her side?

Secretly, she does and she genuinely doesn't understand why they're against her on this.

All of mankind can suffer like they have as the greatest revenge...And yet...The two people that truly meant something to her don't agree with this at all?...Why would they throw away the chance of a lifetime like this?...

Code Stringer, usually answers by asking his own question to The Empress:..."Were they ever truly good friends if they never agreed with our vision of peace~?"...

#Multiversal Fusion #glitch productions #murder drones #murder drones au #drone supreme au #uzi prime #empress uzi #md uzi #murder drones oc #Code Stringer #《◇》 #(mentioned) #thad the rebel #md thad #n the defector #md n #Chaos-verse

[voidendron]

that is the scowl of someone who isn't fond of their superior if ever I saw one 😂

Trooper!Xae, just be happy you don't deal with the level of bs your canon self does

#swtor #republic trooper #chiss #aric jorgan #cathar #voids ocs #oc: rediaex'aere'zortiea #role reversal au #trooper!xaerez #i really wanna write something with him and garza having a convo after havoc turns traitor #and xae's being Scrutinized since they're an imp defector and he Is Not in a good mood

[shesacrified]

tag dump: updating tags & new verses!

#✖character study║what’s worse? telling you my feelings or to die without revealing? #✖ask memes║these things have become nothing but plays on words like days of old they serve to instill fear & wonder in children #✖plotting call║autumn is marching on: even the scarecrows are wearing dead leaves #✖starter call║in a drop of your blood is there a shimmering resonance of the evening glow of this world’s sunset? #✖inbox call║it's not good to hide your wounds you know // i'm looking after you #✖affiliates call║as we rest here alone like notes on a page the finest to compose could not play our pain #✖shipping call║well i won't die for love but ever since i met you you could have my heart and I would break it for you #✖mains call║we touched heaven in the midst of hell we kissed the stars before they fell #✖modern verse║but if you knew you might not be able to see it again everything would become special & precious wouldn’t it? #✖anbu verse║it's like I'm leaving all my past & silhouettes up on the wall #✖defector au║i'm ready to lie but say i won't so tell me your secrets & join me in pieces to rot in this garden made of stones #✖survival au║fear is what beats inside her heart in the place where life used to be #✖main verse║there will come a time when you might have to decide who lives & dies out there / it’s a terrible responsibility #✖academy days verse║there’s some good in this world & it’s worth fighting for #✖ic║花の色はうつりにけりないたづらにわが身世にふるながめせしまに #✖open starter║others may forget you but i am haunted by your beautiful ghost others may forget you but i am haunted by your beautiful ghost #✖scheduled post║i hope saying goodnight doesn’t mean saying goodbye #✖queue║away on a mission #✖anonymous inquiries║what about all the times you said you had all the answers? #✖answered║these words are not used for anything else that’s why there is probably no reason to honor the promise from long ago #✖submitted post║of a summer that came and went / for one last nigh / a sign at least / remained #✖wishlist║忘れじの行く末まではかたければ今日を限りの命ともがな #✖saved║des souvenirs d’une patrie perdue de l’espoir d’une terre promise #✖promo║i believe that there is another world waiting for us a better world & i’ll be waiting for you there #✖self promo║you’ll remember me when the west wind moves upon the fields of barley as we walk in fields of gold #✖dash games║how can i blame the cherry blossoms for rejecting this floating world & drifting away as the wind calls them? #✖dash commentary║please forgive me oh mountain path of autumn #✖headcanon║i am not afraid to die but i am afraid to leave you here #✖visage║ひさかたの光のどけき春の日にしづ心なく花の散るらむ #✖music║again this evening ancient rain is singing the same ancient song

[dbphantom]

Titus: WHAT are you!!!!!

Celor, actively sobbing: an accountant?

#Cruddy rambles #H2O au #OC shit #I love this idiot #This side plot has consumed me rn. Idk why. But it's what my brain is fixated on writing atm #Because. Titus having a secret identity getting mad at Celor for having a secret is SO funny to me #Like bro you. You are literally infiltrating the kingsglaive in order to feed info to the imperials. You are a GENERAL in the imperial army #But no get mad at the guy who does the citadel tax work because he's awkward and trips over himself all the time #Titus: kills an imperial defector who was sneaking clone babies into insomnia so they might live normal lives not being sacrificed #Also Titus: Celor you are a FREAK OF NATURE and deserve to be stabbed for your CRIMES #Celor [looking up from his paperwork]: wh- #Clarus: mmmm yeah Drautos is just on edge bc of the war and his home being taken by the imperials. Also Regis trusts him soooo #Meanwhile Drautos is getting fitted for his terrifying magitek armor and preparing to cut regis's hands off to get the ring #He also kills Celor just straight up stabs him during the fall of insomnia. Kinda like Clarus. #Celor bleeding out and watching fire consume his life's work: well. This... sucks. [fucking dies] #And to be clear Celor dying in this case is the Good Ending because I wrote out a Celor lives au but it's. Horrifying. #I should be nicer to him but the reality is his character would not run from the citadel during the attack even if I want him to #He would stay and try to help even if he's not a good fighter. That's just the kinda dude he is. So a Celor lives au means... #Well basically Drautos lets him live in order to take him back to Gralea and Verstael. Which. Uh oh. *Uh oh*. #So yeah. Option 1 is... Mercy. #Theoretically I could write an au where Cor drags him out of insomnia against his will but. Tbh I really just don't think Celor would let #That happen. Cor would literally have to either knock him out or tie him up which just. Isn't viable or reasonable. It wouldn't make sense #So yeah. He dies. #The Celor lives au is also a Drautos lives au. Which is also bad for Most of everybody including nyx. Like yeahhh Dude dies anyway but...

[periwinklemoonlight]

ATTRIBUTES AU:

a new sci-fi/fantasy au by @hopepetal and myself! more about it below

[Masterlist]

After 10 long years of being on the run, when siblings Pearl and Grian get word of an avian safe haven called Sanctuary, they know that getting there is their only chance at having a real home again. Luckily for them, the crew of the Voidsurfer — the leader of the Rebellion, two government defectors, a tournament champion, and a curious renegade — are willing to take the job.

for a more detailed look into the au's worldbuilding, check out zera's post!

#my art #pearlescentmoon #grian #attributes au #hermitcraft au #pearlescentmoon fanart #grian fanart #skyblings #hermitcraft #hermitcraft fanart #more designs and characters coming soon :] #life series au

[messygray]

Left

so maybe it was all meant to be, Huo "Casimir" Xue Yi

Abandonment wasn’t something that Casimir Huo often thought about during his time with the Veil- er, it was, but not in the same light as he once viewed it when he was a child.

As a child, Casimir was left alone, thrown to the government of Arcadia by parents who either didn’t want him to begin with, anymore, or wanted their son to thrive under the propaganda run city-state. Although the officials of Arcadia always proclaimed the latter of the three, deep down, even the child in Casimir knew that was a lie of protection for his own small body of big feelings. His parents didn’t want him- either anymore or to begin with didn’t matter to Casimir. His parents didn’t want him anymore. He was abandoned as a child, considered to be an orphan, despite believing that both of his parents were alive and well. Somewhere- he would never know, since he had never seen their faces before. (Although the boy thought that perhaps he would have inherited their genes, strong and distinct.)

His parents were Casimir’s first abandonment. 

His second came in the form of emotional abandonment- by the very caretakers who used to let him grow and thrive. By those who raised him from boy to man, but eventually let their grasp on him go when he was struggling the hardest. When his power and status began to fall within the experiment and his health began to fail, it seemed like no one cared any longer. No one batted an eye in his direction or offered him the help he needed. 

And under the burden of competition, he couldn’t seek the comfort of the very three who grew up with him.

Perhaps his third abandonment came then. When he began to distance himself from those he cherished and loved. When the attention no longer seemed as enticing as it once was. Or maybe his inner child began to abandon him. Fading away into the darkness as the years continued to pass, war waged both physically and mentally on his mind and body.

But perhaps the last abandonment wasn’t one made against him. 

But rather, Casimir chose to abandon the one thing that he thought would mean the most in the world.

He abandoned the only home he’d ever known.

Joined the organization that wanted to oust the only home he’d ever known.

But in place of this sense of abandonment- Casimir reunited with the one man who he never thought would become his home.

‘Course, they grew up together, Casimir had always trusted his best friend with his life.

But leaving everything he’d ever known hadn’t been easy. 

Knowing what he’d known hadn’t been easy. But leaving was even harder than.

How could his parents leave him all alone?

Did they not feel the sorrow he felt when he abandoned everyone?

Did his caretakers not care either?

They were questions that would haunt Casimir for months- perhaps even a year, after packing his belongings. 

But The Veil never made him feel the same pain.

(He owed the organization his life.)

#casimir huo #huo xue yi #summer waves #au: defectors

[never-ending-fanfic]

Defectors AU

The dynamic I'm not sure @seth-shitposts were going for but the one I keep seeing in this way

I think Tseebo is just this Innocent Soul™, Ezra is Batshit Crazy After Eating Sugar™ and Kallus is Tired™

But in reality they're all Idiots™

#star wars #star wars rebels #alexsandr kallus #kallus #agent kallus #ezra bridger #tseebo #defectors au

[seth-shitposts]

Defectors AU:

Kallus: *attempting to coax Ezra into taking medicine*

Tseebo: Tell Ezra it's candy.

Kallus, covering Ezra’s ears: absolutely not. If we tell him that, he will think it's okay to eat medicine in large amounts, or do it behind our backs.

Ezra, who can hear the entire convo and just wants to get it over with: *loudly* CAN I PLEASE HAVE MY DRUGS SO I CAN PLAY NOW?

#star wars rebels #swr #defectors au #alexsandr kallus #star wars #tseebo #ezra bridger

[apricitystudies]

what i read in aug. 2023:

(previous editions) bold = favourite

race, gender, sexuality

the blind side was always trash

he’s the trans son of an anti-trans influencer. it's his turn to speak

'the eurocentric fallacy': the myths that underpin european identity

is there a sinister side to the rise of female robots?

i call myself a spinster, but that doesn’t mean l’ll be single forever

politics & current affairs

the land beyond the drug war (usa)

how torture, deception and inaction underpin the uae’s thriving sex trafficking industry

wa mp james hayward found guilty of child sex abuse, disqualified from parliament (australia)

a north korean defector captivated us media. some question her story (usa)

history, culture, & personal essays

loneliness: coping with the gap where friends used to be

inside barbados' historic push for slavery reparations

ahead of time: on poetry and mourning

dreaming of water with tiger salamanders

i stole my neighbour's tragedy to write a short story

nuclear tech: war, power, & oppenheimer

the cautionary tale of j. robert oppenheimer

315 nuclear bombs and ongoing suffering: the shameful history of nuclear testing in australia and the pacific

revisiting hiroshima in iran (journal of international security, open access)

japan releases treated wastewater from fukushima nuclear plant into pacific ocean

spectre of maralinga hangs over aukus nuclear waste for indigenous communities (aus/us)

the dark history oppenheimer didn't show

don't let the victors define morality – hiroshima was always indefensible

if you're interested in more peer-reviewed resources on the american bombings of hiroshima/nagasaki please let me know!

#studyblr #studyspo #reading recommendations #academia #reading list #reading lists #university #productivity #student #dark academia

[lethologick]

Some Demon Bros ideas bc the idea of them being brothers is so funny to me:

- Imagine if part of the reason no one recognized Danny and Damien as twins is that Danny’s trans- Dami’s sister died/left the league etc. Danny doesn’t really look all that identical to Dami until he’s on T.

-Damien knows Danny’s alive, but promised to never tell Father because x. (Maybe Danny wanted to have a normal life, or maybe Talia implied that Danny being there would ruin Damien’s chance or that maybe Bruce wouldn’t want Danny, etc etc) And he still keeps in contact with him- but Bats starts to get suspicious

- funky au where Damien was raised with the Fentons instead of the league (maybe the Fentons are league defectors???) His personality and demeanor is still entirely the same and Bruce has no idea Damien has an alternate family in the Midwest.

- Dami and Danny aren’t bio brothers, but the Fentons acted as Damien’s cover family for a time, and No Of Course He did Not Get Attached, Mother, that’s Ridiculous

#dp x dc #dc x dp prompt #danny phantom #Batman

[circyexistforcontent]

Re: Paperwork Post

Oof. The paperwork post is so good. Combining the paperwork post with the time dilation post, I imagine would not lead to good things. I imagine in SAGAU, it would lead to a workaholic reader with little to no time with the acolytes. If the reader isn't working on the mountains of paperwork for days on end, then they're sleeping for days on end. Rinse and repeat for eternity, I imagine. I wonder if the reader would ever get sick of the routine, since it would end up being a neverending job at this point. What do you think?

SAGAU CONCEPT: ACOLYTES AND TIME DILATION

❀ synopsis: don't you want devoted followers? Who leaves their families for you? Give their money to you? Give their bodies to you? Give up their lives for you? Consider you God? And will kill for you?

❀ tw: religious themes, cult au, human sacrifice, panic attacks, reader is very tired and overworked.

Yeah, sagau reader is going to be equivalent to a zombie with how they're living. There is no harem anime life, only a workaholic reader whose blood consists of 90% caffeine. Readers' harem wouldn't be helpful (ok maybe a little bit helpful) since they cause more cons than pros. The most troublesome type of yandere is the ones that lead you away from your work (Traveler, Wanderer, Venti, Kazuha) and especially the ones that sacrifice to you in your name (Zhongli, Childe, Dainsleif, Razor).

some people would blame you for killing them in the shadows, and it doesn't help that the same person who accused you disappears the next day. It will cause people to doubt your judgment and it takes several of your followers to ease their opinions (Ganyu, Barbara, Jean, Kaeya, Ayato, etc).

There might be a group of people trying to kill the reader since those who were killed might have close ones, but y'know, their side characters. Their npcs. The acolytes immediately shut it down by threatening them while the defectors were on the brink of death (Diluc, Xiao, Gorou, etc). So to get straight to the point, sagau is basically a normal yandere genshin au on steroids. There is a lot of murder and manipulation on the civilian's end since some yandere's have to cover for the other yandere's who can't control their murder boner. And you have to take care of the two seperate parties or else things might go out of hand

On time dilation...

Let's be honest, Zhongli was the one who most likely saw you sleeping on your desk. When you didn't wake up after 2 days everyone will panic. Some will blame themselves for overworking you and not helping you while some will insist on giving you medicine that might wake you up. The traveler is the clingiest one out of all your acolytes since the two of you have been together since the beginning.

The archons are hysterical the moment you fell into a deep sleep. They're in a constant state of panic and frequently visit to check up on you. Venti likes to play songs when you're sleeping in hopes that you can hear them through your dreams. Zhongli likes to hold your hand and feel your warmth to reassure himself that you're still alive. Ei has this fascination with your holy figure. Every curve, every vein, every single hair on your body is perfect.

It doubles when you fell into a deep sleep. Seeing your body in perfect condition after months of being asleep makes her adore you even more. You really are eternal, you are everything Ei aspires to be. But to be honest, she prefers you to be awake so she can adore you even more.

But yeah, its not a fun time for you once you wake up :(

(sorry this was short, I really want to add more)

#🍒sagau #sagau brainrot #sagau x reader #sagau venti #sagau zhongli #genshin cult au #self aware genshin #genshin impact x reader #genshin self aware #genshin x reader #yandere genshin x reader #yandere genshin au #yandere genshin impact #sagau cult au #cult au #sagau ei #archons x reader