#Splinter Cell au

[radioactivepeasant]

Snippets: WIP Thursday

It has been forever since I've had the time and mental spoons to do one of these but! I did a fairly large plot overhaul to one of my old wips a while back and just realized I never showed the updated version

This is the Splinter Cell au, where Jak took Mar into the Tomb with him and Tess decided the Underground had been compromised after what Torn did. Originally, the first time Jak met his parents was after the race where Errol gets his fool self killed. Now the timeline for the first encounter has been significantly altered. If you've listened to Epic: the Musical, you'll probably catch the lines that inspired this scene lol

The devastation was breathtaking.

Twisted spires of crystal rose like a toxic forest, shattering concrete and crushing walls. Impaling hellcats- and their occupants.

It was as if all the dark eco bubbling under the Tomb had been frozen in an instant. Contained. And then weaponized.

"Holy crap," Daxter whispered, "What did that?"

"Not what," Tess murmured. Her face was grim as she lowered the binoculars. "Who."

She turned to hand the binoculars to her companions and blanched.

"Where's Jak?" she demanded.

"Guess," said Daxter, resigned.

"He's not going after the Stone-!" Tess ran to the roof's edge, scanning the crystalline minefield for her friend. "Even if Praxis dropped it, it's way too dangerous down there!"

"Trust me, he knows."

Jak slid between rock and rubble, desperately scanning the battlefield for the satchel Praxis had been carrying. He knew striking the crystals too hard would cause an explosion -- and with this many spires, it would probably take out half the town. He kept his footsteps light and did his best not to look at the frozen forms of Krimzon Guards, entombed in the eco permanently.

What a terrible way to die.

He heard the moans of the wounded. Someone sobbing. Jak squeezed between two glowing pillars and halted abruptly.

A cluster of KG huddled, half of them collapsed and the other half kneeling and in surprisingly good condition given the circumstances. They had their helmets off -- gods, some of them were no older than Jak. Their families must have been recent immigrants to Haven, unable to hide their firstborn from Praxis's enlistment law.

"We're sorry, we're sorry, don't kill us, we're sorry-" The young girl nearest him was whispering to no one. To everyone.

Jak had reached the epicenter.

Every crystal had shot out from this one crumbling piece of bridge.

There-!

The satchel hung suspended.

Its strap had been absorbed by the crystal, but its contents didn't seem the worse for wear. But getting to it was going to be a challenge.

Jak grimaced and slid off his boots. Then, gingerly, he eased out onto the thin spar.

Easy. Easy does it. Watch your balance.

He kept his center of gravity as low as he could, inching towards the dangling satchel.

The further he got, the more he could see.

Praxis had fared better than his men, it seemed, but even he was having difficulty getting to his feet. He stared with blind hatred past Jak without even seeing him in the darkness. His eye was fixed on a figure standing on the rail of the bridge.

He was bent slightly, leaning on a staff for support and breathing heavily. Jak squinted and realized that the man's arms were trembling as though with exertion. Had he done this?

"What have you done?" Praxis demanded.

He sounded more desperate than defiant.

The man -- a Wastelander by the look of him -- gave a weary chuckle and slowly pushed himself back upright.

"You should be grateful. I left you thirty survivors under your command. Of course, I can't guarantee they'll stay under your command."

Praxis stumbled to his feet and cast about for his sword.

"You-!" He snarled and took a shaking step forward. "What did you do? How did you do this?"

Jak was just as interested in the answer as the Baron. He crouched at the end of the crystal and carefully drew the bag towards him, keeping one eye on the stranger. If he could create destruction like this, he probably had powers on par with the Acherons. Jak wasn't ready to gain a new enemy.

The Wastelander lifted his head, and for a moment Jak swore he was looking straight into his eyes. The man smiled, then glanced back down at Praxis.

"Did you think you'd created a dark warrior?"

He laughed scornfully.

Jak felt the blood freeze in his veins.

"Did you actually think it had worked?"

Suddenly his eyes were pitch black.

"Oh Aldrik. He didn't get that from you."

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Sparing Praxis was not an act of mercy. It wasn't even his choice. Channeling that much eco of any kind at once was hard on the body. Using dark eco like that had the potential to be debilitating. It was fortunate that Praxis was too shaken to realize that Damas was barely able to stand.

He wanted to kill him.

He should have killed him.

He had accepted Haven's rejection of his House. He had chosen not to pursue revenge, chosen to move on. And in spite of this, his enemies had the audacity to take his son.

His sons.

Phobos was cautious. Not ready to hope, yet. Believing in parallel timelines didn't necessarily translate to believing that the boy Sig was mentoring was theirs. Was from a timeline where they'd actually succeeded in having a second child. She said nothing to Damas about it, but he knew she was struggling with the thought of finding not one, but two children who had been taken from them.

Whoever this young resistance fighter, this Jak, had begun life as, Damas knew in his heart that he, like Mar, had done nothing to Praxis.

"You could have walked away," Damas remarked, looking down from the crumbling rail. "I was willing to go my own way. But you've crossed too far over the line, Aldrik, and I'm not going to allow you to retreat this time. Not after what you did to my son."

Praxis found his sword, jammed between concrete and rebar, and began trying to work it free.

"I didn't do rot to your brat," he sneered.

"Didn't you?"

Something in his voice must have caught Praxis's attention, because the man stilled. He raised his eyes slowly, and for the first time seemed to notice his enemy's altered visage.

"Didn't you, Aldrik?"

Would the traitor respond with bravado, Damas wondered, and foolishly brag of his experiments on the boy?

Would he feel fear, understanding that his experiments had done nothing but destabilize a power the boy was born with?

Or would he feel anger, apoplectic with the knowledge that the thorn in his side who had escaped his clutches so many times was the son of the man he'd betrayed?

"No." Aldrik seemed to be speaking to himself, rather than Damas.

A little of his strength was returning. Enough to lean forward without losing balance. For a moment he glanced to the left, to the slight figure crouched on the spire. He'd tracked the boy through the havoc he created often enough to recognize that silhouette.

Look at him! No fear!

Despite himself, Damas smiled. He'd keep Praxis distracted. Let the boy do what he'd come here to do.

"Come on, Aldrik. Don't disappoint me," he said mockingly, "You can work it out on your own. Your experiment failed, you never had control in the first place, because-?"

With a snarl, Praxis ripped his sword from the rubble. He raised it with a trembling arm, no stronger than Damas was at that moment.

"I should have killed your hellspawn-!"

His fury was interrupted by Damas slowly clapping.

"Look at that, he can be taught!"

Damas channeled his mother-in-law, feigning an encouraging tone like a youngling teacher.

"That's right, Aldrik!"

Then he dropped the undignified charade, cold as ice again.

"He was mine."

Whatever you intend to do, young one, this would be a very good time to do it-

He didn't even have time to finish his thought. Jak snatched something round, faintly glowing, from the bag Praxis had lost hold of. Damas felt a jolt like electricity shoot down his spine.

The Precursor Stone.

That was the bloody Precursor Stone!

He had narrowly avoided utter cataclysm!

"Hey Praxis!" the boy shouted, and his enemy whirled, caught between the two.

Grinning fiercely, Jak held the Precursor Stone up over his head.

"Drop something?"

"What?"

In horror, Praxis grabbed for his belt, only to finally realize that the satchel was gone.

Without another word, the boy stood and leapt to the next spar of crystal.

Was he barefoot?!

Frith in a bucket, he was going to be just like Mar, wasn't he?

Damas watched Jak hop from facet to facet, beam to stone, as if the combatants and destruction around him were mere inconveniences.

He couldn't help it. Damas laughed.

A long, rolling chuckle bounced around the solidified dark eco, echoing eerily. Damas shook his head as the laughter subsided.

"Ah, look at him go," he said, beaming. "I look forward to catching up to that one."

Then he turned his attention back to Praxis. He'd run out of eco. On the other side of the forest of crystal, he could see one of his people approaching quickly in a stolen zoomer. His enemy would live to fight another day. But not with the forces he'd commanded before.

A spiteful urge seized him, and he found himself repeating what Praxis had once told him, as he was dragged into the air train in chains.

"A wise man knows when to stop fighting. Do you, Aldrik?"

As casually as if he was going for a Se'enday drive, Damas swung himself up into the passenger seat when Kleiver -- looking notably shaken -- pulled close enough.

"What the bloody rot did you do?" Kleiver hissed, gunning the engine.

"Sent a message," Damas answered. He pointed towards a barely visible silhouette running towards the edge of the roadway.

"There. Follow him as far as you can. Shoot down anyone who tries to stop him."

"And you are gonna do what?" Kleiver asked sourly.

"Probably pass out," Damas admitted.

"...I ain't rescuing you from your wife when she finds out about this, lordship."

He snorted. "That's a problem for later."

The mechanic glared at him and swung the zoomer into a faster lane. "You're half mad, you know that?"

Damas leaned back in the seat and finally let his overtaxed limbs rest.

"I've heard something along those lines, yes. Try not to lose the boy. I want to know how he's getting to and from the island without the air train."

"What boy?!"

Damas didn't bother hiding his grin. "My boy.”

[dextraicarus1994]

A happy life before the tragedy.❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹 Sam Fisher and his daughter Sarah when everything was alright, no Eden, no brainwashing, just a father and daughter having a cute moment.🥺🥺🥺

[djsherriff-responses]

Would Anna work to take Rayman's place in the swap au? Idk if she'd be a propaganda figure head but she seems old enough for milf jokes

[djsherriff]

Got the boys done yipeeee

Sam Fisher was a well renowned War hero , serving America and protecting the people of the USA through his spy duty. Even after losing his legs and the destruction of Earth, Sam’s loyalty to his home country remained strong. Sam was looked up to many humans in Eden, both who were alive before Earth’s destruction and those who were born on Eden. This included his own daughter who he’d tell countless tells of his heroics , which eventually inspired Sarah own path to follow his foot steps.

But when Bullfrog summoned police forces onto Sam and he was arrested by Eden , placed into a hostile prison , Sam…..changed. He became more ruthless , crueler and merciless towards his adversaries and allies alike. This behaviour created a ledge between father and daughter , which Sarah cutting off contact from Sam entirely once the Wasteland War happened and his sanity tipped over the edge….

…when Marcus Holloway was killed. He was a close friend of Sam’s and worked with his hacker group to help humans struggling against Eden’s system, no small part due to being inspired by Sam’s own exploits. This would be tested however when Marcus decides to adopt an orphaned Bullfrog into his life and let him in on his secret life that other hybrids/aliens are cut off from

Some say Marcus was a fool for letting that frog into his life, for exposing Sam and the human rebellion to an alien they couldn’t trust. But Marcus has clearly left an ever lasting impact on The Seer that continues to haunt him

[rayman-hype-house]

So do you all have a froggy friend like Globox?

Some of us may lack our own froggy companion, but Raybox is just as good, maybe even better ^^

Also, yes, I do have a scrapbook. It's nice to keep the best memories of your pals!

-UbiRay

[anunhingedme]

[wetworkseventy]

I’m upset that’s there’s so many good photos of Cal to use as Sam.

[tizeline]

Tizeline - She/Her - Digital Artist

tizeline on Bluesky

Mostly fanart with some original art sprinkled in here and there

Pr*ship & Tc*st go awayyy

Tag navigation, FAQ and AU info under cut 👇

Tags

#tizel art - Art tag

#tizel talk - Me rambling about random stuff

#Tiz Sep AU - My dumb RotTMNT AU

FAQ

Can I repost your art? No! Please don't!

Can I use your art as a profile picture / header? Yes, I am fine with that! Preferably with credit

Can I draw fanart of your AU? YES god yes no need to ask just make sure to tag me so I can see it :D!!

Can I dub your comics? No, I'd rather you not

What do you use to create art? I mostly draw in Procreate on an iPad

What brushes do you use? This is something that changes as I like to switch things up sometimes, but lately I've mostly been using the Shale Brush in Procreate

What canvas sizes do you usually work with? Depends on the drawing, but usually either A4 format (2480 x 3508 pixels) or a square canvas (ca 2000x2000 pixels). As a rule of thumb, I rarely go lower than 1000 pixels on either side. I always use 300 dpi.

What's Tiz Sep AU?

A seperated RotTMNT AU where Raph, Leo and Mikey were raised by Draxum and Donnie were raised by Splinter, check out the tag for more info!

Some highlights of the Tiz Sep AU

(there's more to find under the hashtag, but if you don't wanna scroll through it all, here are some of the more important/interesting posts)

(ALSO! These are not in chronological order, they're in the order that I posted them, so they jump back and forth in the story quite a bit)

First Post (original concept)

Turtle Hands

Powerhouse Mikey

Donnie's complicated relationship to his brothers

Leo Fanboy Moment

Everyone sucks at names (including me)

Shelldon!

Leo-Brooding-In-A-Pizzeria Arc - Run of the Mill encounters - Jealousy - Leo AND Donnie Fanboy moment

Overprotective Big Bro

Unusual Team Up

Raph + Casey Friendship Moment

Leo is a Poor Winner

Raph + Casey Friendship Moment PART 2!

Cell Talk - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

Little Bro...?

Separation anxiety and it's consequences - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

Gearing Up (Follow up to Cell Talk) - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6

The Beginning - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9

Family Secrets - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7

Summary of the movie's events (TW: Impalement, blood)

Donnie's Ninpō Explained

Frienemies

TSAU Capril real??

Season 1 FINALE! - Part 1 - Part 2

Keep your enemies close - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

[spicedwatermel0n]

The "guys" (quotations because 2 of them aren't dudes and the one who is wasn't even born a dude, #transrights) now in crude and exaggerated style

I wanted to do a gothic horror project with these in an AU that explores the concept of the KND falling into corruption and dictatorship, and I do actually have an entire base plot laid out + shitty sketches for the "girls" and what all their designs would be in the story (the ones in the drawing here would only depict flashbacks, they're just my usual designs in the style I wanted to use) but I'm not sure if anyone would care enough to see it lol

As for the basics of the plot I was sort of leaning into the idea of Nigel being manipulated into splinter cell-ing. The dictatorship is run by somebody, currently undesigned, who spreads the concept of total adult annihilation to the entire KND. Nigel, being manipulated into believing this was the right thing to do, rats on Hoagie and Abby for being against the new leader's ideas. Abby escapes and becomes the leader of a rebellion against the new order KND, but Hoagie is captured and sent to a maximum security mental institution run by the KND where he spends most of his time being treated like a psychotic, delusional horror to the earth. We're talking straight jacket, muzzled, and unable to consent and forced to have somebody else consent for him. This person consenting on his behalf is consenting on his behalf to him being experimented on. Not crazy ass mutations or screwy stuff, but they do a lot of cognitive tests related to the dictatorship to see if it can get Hoagie to become loyal to the new order KND. He's a bit twitchy and has the type of vibe when speaking to him that you'd expect your stereotypical "crazy" person to have but he's actually considerably sane and is really only having issues speaking because he's being withheld interactions with people, and because he's been left alone for days on end with only his pure rage towards Nigel for betraying him. You know, probably the same case that's going on with most people you'd call "crazy". Abby is a lot less chill or cool headed and can usually be described as twitchy, paranoid, and excessive. She's pretty pissed off at Nigel, but she's a lot less pissed at him than she is at the higher ups who turned things into the way they are. Hoagie being locked away matched with the reports of how people are treated at the mental institution he's at is also fuel for her desire to topple the KND as it is in its current state. Kuki is a spy for Abby, and she pretends to be loyal to the KND to get intel. This is where Abby gets her information on Nigel, and how she gets information about Hoagie's current wellbeing. Abby wants to get things done with but for the safety of everyone involved with rebelling, she doesn't rush it when it shouldn't be... However, she says that if anything happens to Hoagie or Kuki, such as reaching the point of insanity due to mistreatment or being killed, she'll disregard all plans of taking things slow and fight face to face with the new leader, taking them down with her. Wally is considered missing, but Hoagie will tell you that Wally visits him and appears inside the facility to check on him sometimes. Kuki will tell you she thinks he's around somewhere, because she always feels like somebody is watching her through the trees. Abby has her suspicions that Wally is the secret weapon donor that has been anonymously leaving 2x4 technology for the rebellion, sometimes entirely custom made models or gadgets.

[radioactivepeasant]

(For context, this is a scene from this part of the Splinter Cell au that I thought would be fun to draw)

Bonus:

[orphicrose]

Beneath the beast

Chapter 1. Marigold

Cursed with a titan, you find yourself on the island of devils - Forced into the ranks of the scout regiment. But as you fight to control the beast, one man threatens to unravel everything… Levi Ackerman.

18+ • Explicit content, blood, swearing, gore, smut • Angst, Slow-burn, Titan shifter AU, Enemies(?)to Lovers, Hurt/comfort • Plot focused • Canon timeline •

w/c . 1.5K

( Wattpad . Chapter overview )

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Oil lamps flickered in the small hallway that lead down to your cell, a dim but warm haze that casted over the bricks cracked with time. Your hands stretched over the rusted bars that separated you from the rest of the world like cattle. Waiting to be allowed freedom.

Hours had dragged on down there, hours since they tossed you into this inhumane pit of self-pity.

You had thought the people of the walls may have offered you some grace when you had saved one of their soldiers, but they treated you like a criminal.

Above you was the council house. A large area that stretched across half the building, littered with chairs and long tables full of greyed men. Each scratching at the bald patches on their heads, questioning how the hell a young woman had made it outside their menagerie. Let alone survived it.

God, how you missed your bed. The warm, clean sheets that held scents of your mothers cooking. The wallpaper on the East wall peeling with time, that you and your brother would pick at mindlessly while you spoke of your day. The damp patches that drowned your ceiling in a black mold. Your father always claimed he would fix it. He never did.

But - oh, it was your black mold. And you'd do anything right now to be picking at the yellow, flowered paper with your brother, complaining about it all.

The memory stung, shunning itself into the corners of your mind. Shadowing itself from the light of the present. It was gone. All of it. There was no point to dwell.

Leaning your head into the bars, your eyes flutter shut. Bursting back open when a noise from above startled you.

A door at the top of the stairs had flung open. Followed with the sound of footsteps creaking down the old wood, forcing splintered shards to rain down from the ceiling braces.

You spun on your hands, eyes trailing up to a tall man standing with a commanding authority. Looming over you.

His blonde hair was neatly combed into a side parting that framed his slender face , with blue eyes that locked onto you with a vicious intensity. His uniform matched with every other scout you had come across. Yet, you could tell he was a higher ranking officer. The way he carried himself with sureness, the confidence extruded in his steps without a word having to be said.

It was intimidating, to say the least.

Eyes trained on you, not wavering even for a split second, he took a seat on the rickety stool opposite. Looking as if it would crumble with any added weight.

"They informed me you haven't said a single word since your arrival. Is there a particular reason?" He finally spoke with a sharp tone. Leaning forward with his hands locked in his lap.

You remained silent, still. Almost defiant as you stared at him back.

His lips tightened into a line with his pupils dancing across your features. Studying you.

"I'm Commander Erwin Smith." He spoke again, shifting back in his seat. "I just want to know what you were doing outside the walls."

Erwin waited for a response, watching as you turned your back to him with a deep sigh following through your parted lips.

Nothing.

"You're not a scout. You're not registered in any division. So, who are you?"

"Does it matter?" Your voice was gruff from the lack of use. Erwin's exhale forced you to turn your head, his blue eyes cutting through the lucent orange, glaring at your form that was retreated into the darkness of your cell.

"It does," he almost mused. Reaching into his cloak, you half expected him to reveal some sort of hidden weapon. Torture the information from you. That's what they would have done.

Instead, a journal with a knitted cover was pulled into his hands. Every page in between the wool was stained with a yellow tint, full to the brim with illegible scribbles and detailed sketches. He flicked through with his thumb, air from the fast turning paper stirring some loose hairs on his forehead. "Especially when this was found on your persons."

You swallowed, hard, when his focus abruptly flickered from you to one of the pages. Stopping his finger at random and clearing his throat as he brought the book closer to his face. Shielding whatever thought he held from your sight.

"'Subject showed signs of cognitive delay post-transformation. Possibly linked to exhaustion?'" He paused for a moment, shutting the journal with a loud thud. "These are not the notes of a frightened civilian. They are written by someone with extensive knowledge, possibly firsthand?"

The jig is up. You've been here for three hours and they've already sniffed out your betrayal, the stench of an oppressor.

"Just theories," you countered. "I've been piecing things together. I've seen enough titan encounters to know we're missing something."

Erwin hummed, reluctancy to believe you present in the way his eyebrows twitched. "So, you're a survivor? A witness? But not a name, not a file, not even a viable story that fits." He didn't miss a beat, rising to his feet and taking a daunting step closer. Lowering his voice in a way that made you shrink into your shoulders. "If you are hiding from something, or someone, I suggest you choose your allies wisely."

"I'm not your enemy." It came out as barely above a whisper.

"I know, Miche filled his report this morning."

"Miche?" The question was genuine, your brows tugging together in a confused scowl.

Erwin nodded. "He claims you saved his life. He believes you had every opportunity to run. Yet, you didn't."

He watches you for a moment, silence overwhelming the area once more. Quiet tapping of footsteps barely audible above you, distant murmurs of jurors and men of an important standing.

Finally, you spoke up, "what happens now?"

Erwin took a step back, the light flooding back into your cell as he retook his seat. "I have an offer for you..." His voice was even, but edged with something sharp. Steel. "Give me your name, and join the scout regiment. No secrets. From this point on you'll be one of us. Or you can spend the rest of your short, watch-listed life in this cell."

Lowering your head, you felt his glare on you. Burning through the invisible guard that was orbiting your mind. You swallowed ,hard, as you considered his offer, while simultaneously wondering why.

Why would he give you a chance at something so... meaningful. Especially considering you are behind bars, at present, being tried as a criminal.

"You'll be monitored closely. But we will put your mind to use. Your knowledge, instincts, it could save lives." He spoke again, eager for your answer.

"You don't even know who I am."

"Not yet." He held your gaze, unwavering. "But I know who you're not. Ordinary, reckless. And you're not untrained."

"What makes you say that?"

Erwin's lips curl, a broad smile forming on his face. "Most people run away when faced with a titan. You ran towards it. That's enough to earn you a chance."

You shift slightly, considering. Your body still aching from the previous hours, but your mind sharper than ever.

The walls are closing in around you, threatening to engulf you in a timeless prison. Prison means staying still. Staying still means losing control, means letting everyone down.

You didn't make it this far just to be cut off.

"You offer freedom like it's a favor," you mumble.

His expression doesn't change. "Is it not?"

Goddamnit, you think to your self. Becoming a scout is a high profile role, you're practically drawing yourself over as a target. But what choice do you have?

"Marigold."

Erwin doesn't flinch, he just raises a curious brow. Like you just made up a nonsensical word.

You repeat yourself, adding your first name into the mix. "But most people call me Marigold, or Gold."

Hesitancy struck the oceans in his eyes like lightning, his lids twitching. He didn't buy it. But he accepted it.

"You'll ride with the next outbound patrol to the headquarters. Squad leader Hange will ensure you know what you are doing. Levi, as you've met, will oversee your training. You'll need it in the field." Erwin stood abruptly, dusting his cloak of the filth that was this damned enclosure. "You'll be watched, but not caged."

You had tensed up at the mention of the runts name. Levi. He was the one who initially brought you to this retched place, the one who spat names at you on the journey back. Not a single fiber of him trusting you.

Though, who could blame him.

"One more thing." Erwin spun towards you, pausing at the bottom of the stairs. "If you aren't who I hope you to be..."

"Then I won't come back," you interrupt with a cold voice.

Erwin nodded, just once. "Let's hope it doesn't come to that."

He began his ascent up the stairs, the room tremoring with every step and movement. Shaking the metal bars of their rust when the door slammed shut behind him.

Your cell felt wider, not freer. But open enough to move.

This was your starting point. Your opening to rid yourself of this thing. This curse. Your opportunity to give your father everything he ever wanted out of life.

Humanity. 

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[dextraicarus1994]

It is done!!! 🥺🫶🌹 My first CLH fanart of the year. Sam Fisher protecting his daughter Sarah from any harm. 🥺🫶💚🖤🌹

Man, how I wish the series got something like this. Is the only thing I want, for the Fisher family to be together again. No more Eden, no more deaths... Just a father and daughter having a "normal" life (literally because being a Fisher, there is no normal life from a Splinter Cell). 🥲🥲🥲🥲🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹

[djsherriff-responses]

Taking an anon’s suggestion into consideration, I decided that in the swap au Anna swaps places with Rayman, while Lucie swaps places with Fakeman

The Council of Teensies (swapped with the Board of Directors) weren’t sure what to do with the influx of humans coming into their dimension after the destruction of Earth , but they knew they had to do something to ease social tensions (without actually giving these humans equal rights). Noticing that a desperate , young and displaced Anna had an uncanny resemblance to the beloved Betilla , they swooped her up and made her the face of their propaganda TV programs

But Anna wasn’t stupid and she could tell something was wrong ,she just couldn’t figure out what exactly that something was. But after a slip up on live TV, Anna is told she’s going into early retirement and that Lucie will be taking her place

A chance encounter with Sarah Fisher however , forced Anna to take drastic action against the Council of Teensies

Rayman’s role in this au is probably going to be left as part of Jade’s backstory if Anna doesn’t get an appearance in season two , but he was someone who disagreed heavily with how The Council of Teensies were treating humans and an old ally of Pey’J who drifted apart from him over the years after Jade came into the picture

[dextraicarus1994]

My boys!!! Man, love their lore so much, still so tragic, but with a milestone of light at the end of the tunnel with Sarah trying to give hope to the darkness that many thought would never end, but of course with a big price in losing her alliance with her father. 😭😭😭😭💚🖤💚🖤💚🖤🫶🫶🫶🫶

Got the boys done yipeeee

Sam Fisher was a well renowned War hero , serving America and protecting the people of the USA through his spy duty. Even after losing his legs and the destruction of Earth, Sam’s loyalty to his home country remained strong. Sam was looked up to many humans in Eden, both who were alive before Earth’s destruction and those who were born on Eden. This included his own daughter who he’d tell countless tells of his heroics , which eventually inspired Sarah own path to follow his foot steps.

But when Bullfrog summoned police forces onto Sam and he was arrested by Eden , placed into a hostile prison , Sam…..changed. He became more ruthless , crueler and merciless towards his adversaries and allies alike. This behaviour created a ledge between father and daughter , which Sarah cutting off contact from Sam entirely once the Wasteland War happened and his sanity tipped over the edge….

…when Marcus Holloway was killed. He was a close friend of Sam’s and worked with his hacker group to help humans struggling against Eden’s system, no small part due to being inspired by Sam’s own exploits. This would be tested however when Marcus decides to adopt an orphaned Bullfrog into his life and let him in on his secret life that other hybrids/aliens are cut off from

Some say Marcus was a fool for letting that frog into his life, for exposing Sam and the human rebellion to an alien they couldn’t trust. But Marcus has clearly left an ever lasting impact on The Seer that continues to haunt him

[angelpuns]

Hi!😇

Ok, so the Mystic sword AU is eating my brain cells and a funny idea just came to me. This might not be canon inthe AU but still I have to share it.

Imagine if the whole turning into a sword thing is one of those coming of age powers! Like Leo turns…IDK maybe six and he and his brothers are doing the most normal thing -probably eating dinner or something- and Leo suddenly just turns into a sword and everyone including him freaks out because they have no idea what just happened.🤣🤣🤣

It would also be funny if young him had troubles controlling his power and he would just randomly turn into a sword.🤣 Like it could be an emotion related thing and for example when he’s scared/embarrassed/upset instead of going into his shell he would just turn into a sword and his brothers would have coax him out of his sword form. It would be so wholesome and funny.  😍

Of course that's just a funny idea I thought I tell you, who knows maybe you catch my brain rot for funsies. 😅

I also got two questions:

One: Can Leo communicate with his brothers/Yuichi in his sword form? Like something like mindmeld or telepathy?

Two: Did Leo’s brothers ever held/ carried him in sword form? I don't necessarily mean wielding him ( That’s the handsome rabbit’s destiny) just…transporting him or something ( Imagine the brothers sneaking Leo out as a sword because it’s easier to  smuggle out  a sword than a person.😅🤣)  I also can see Mikey - If he’s anything like he’s in the show- snuggling with his swordified ( Is that even a word?🤣) brother because... he can….

Anyways sorry for the small novel of an ask! 😅This got out of hand because I am so excited about this AU!🤩🤩

Honestly it was like that, yeah. The only person who really know what was going on Splinter ( and Hanako, but like. She pretended to be just as confused lmao). It does take a lot of concentration to change/keep the form at first so it most likely would have happened on accident if he was really upset or angry. Like an angry lil outburst LMAO.

He definitely definitely did that a lot when he was younger, still probably does it every now and then when he's mad LMAO. And its way harder to coax him out of the sword form than his shell since he's focusing on keeping the form or whatever.

He can definitely sort of telepathically communicate with Yuichi when he's in his sword form, but it takes a bit of practice. Its kind of like the mind melding in the series! He can't with anyone else tho, so they don't know he can til they do it on accident!

Mikey and Donnie have definitely TRIED to sneak him out in sword form a couple of times, but have always been caught by Raph. They've all wielded him before as well during training, they just aren't like. That good at it. Donnie can do some neato sword tricks, but only because Leo taught them to him LMAO.

Mikey occasionally will do that if he thinks it will make Leo lose concentration and ' come out of his shell' so to speak. It does work almost every time :D

I love the long ask!!! And your ideas are so silly and good!!!

[illusioncanthurtme--art]

Hi! I wanted to let you know that one of your doodles on Patreon (the one that's thanking for voting in the poll) inspired me to create an entire AU! And since you're the reason this AU exists, I thought I'd let you get a sneak-peak at the story~ And you can post this, if you'd like, I'm not shy! XD

(This is the first draft of the beginning to the entire fic!)

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Bill let out a soft sigh as he moved the mop back and forth across the floor, one side of the hallway to the other, taking small steps back with each new sweep. He didn’t like mopping duty, but it was better than basically any other chore this dull place could possibly assign him. Washing dishes had ended with him shoving a cup down Excavator’s bylagual hole, doing laundry had ended with Ju**/**c in the washing machine, and tending the communal gardens had left him and Click Dot Click with splinters in unmentionable places. So, every evening, he was lead to an empty hallway and handed a mop.

He tried to drag this chore out, honestly. Besides the limited time he was allowed to spend in his cell, it was really the only alone time he got in the Theraprism. And while, over the non-linear centuries, he’d gotten more and more comfortable around his fellow patients, that didn’t change the fact that he preferred to be alone.

Making friends was…

Well, he tried not to think about the Henchmaniacs, these days. It didn’t make him angry anymore, just… tired. Therapy had actually helped him come to terms with it, but that didn’t change the fact that he’d been betrayed by those he considered family. It was sort of odd, the way the therapist had framed it for him, because he understood where they were coming from but at the same time it didn’t change his personal perspective of the entire thing.

Which was, apparently, valid.

Ax had briefly mentioned having his ex-friends attend a session with him, but Bill had been adamant that he wanted nothing to do with the lot. They hadn’t betrayed him for good reasons, he explained, not like Jhese had. No - they’d betrayed him to take his place as ruler of the Nightmare Realm. And after he was gone and the dimension easily slipped back to the orderless chaos that it had been subject to before Bill had arrived, they’d fled it with their tails between their legs.

Bill had given Jhese temporary access to the entirety of his powers in order to bring the place back under control until he was deemed ‘rehabilitated’ enough to return. Even Ax had realized that his influence was needed in the Chaos-ruled realm, and had decided Bill would be named Guardian of the Nightmare Realm until its inevitable collapse. After that, his place in the multiverse was up in the air, but he’d at least have good ol�� Ax on his side.

The feeling started as a little tug, at the back of his mind. A small, nagging itch that stopped his movements and had him rubbing his upper angle in annoyance. Then it began to grow. And grow. And grow. And quite suddenly, Bill felt himself yanked unceremoniously from the walls of the Theraprism and dragged through time and space towards a place that felt infinitely familiar and yet wholly new:

Earth.

What he didn’t expect was to slam, physically, into the ground, pain spiking out from his core and radiating through his entire body. He cried out with brand-new lungs as he felt limbs and organs he’d never had connect to his consciousness, spiking confusing signals of new shapes and tactile sensations. He felt tears well up in his eyes, and- eyes?! No, no, he was only supposed to have one, he-

“Did it work?!”

The excited voice had Bill whining softly as he curled up on his side on the cold, hard floor, tucking his chin towards his chest. A hand landed on his shoulder, thumb rubbing soft circles into the tender skin. He lifted his own shaking hand and latched onto the arm that extended from that hand, grip feeble even as he tightened as much as he was capable.

“What…” Bill croaked as he cracked his eyes barely open. “What did you… do to me?”

A very blurry figure seemed to startle, but recovered quickly. “I summoned you! I found an inscription left by local natives thousands of years ago detailing a summoning ritual and created a vessel for you to inhabit once I performed it and…”

Bill’s eyes closed and his body relaxed as he fell into a bone-tired unconsciousness spurred on by the soothing ramblings of the strange creature…

Somewhere, far away from the two strangers, a lone mop clattered to the floor in an empty hallway.

OOOH WOW thank you for sharing this with me!! Sorry for taking a million years to respond. I saw this and then said "woah I gotta make time for that ask! It seems really cool!" and then proceeded to not answer for like a week dksjhfkjgkk

Anyway, I'm really glad my silly doodle could be a source of inspiration!! WHAT!!!! I feel so honored :'DDD💞 If I'm thinking of the correct one that is - I don't think I've shared it here yet.