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The Wizard of Oz: Seasons of Change (brain)

The Wizard of Oz: The Sound of Memories (heart)

The Amazing Techmasters of Oz (courage)

My three Oz adaptions!!

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Techmaster swears it!

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Old Friends #3

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Note: Charlie, the doctor, uses they/them pronouns.

Warnings: mentions of stitches, implied past non-con, mentions of violence

In the field, he was Techmaster. At base, he was just Theo.

“I can do my own stitches,” he protested.

“Are you a doctor?” asked Charlie. They tugged the suture line.

“I’ve done plenty on myself before.”

“That still doesn’t give you an M.D.”

Theo knew a losing battle when he saw one. “How’s Laith?”

“Stable,” they said, tying off the knot. “He’ll live.”

He hesitated. 

“Just between you and me,” said Theo, voice going low. “Nightclaw forced him into sex.”

Charlie paused. “I can’t run any testing without consent, but I’ll do a check for active bleeding.”

“Thank you.”

___________________

Theo scrolled through the information, bank records, auto registrations, and “donations” filling the screen.

He could see the reflection of Mateo hovering behind him. He wasn’t as subtle as he thought he was.

“What?” snapped Theo.

“Just checking on you.”

“I don’t need to be checked on.”

Mateo, known as Guardian to the public, stepped down onto the floor. “Right. What are you working on?”

Theo sighed, the swivel chair turning slightly as he slumped in his seat.

“Laith’s court transcript at sentencing doesn’t match the audio recording. The recording matches his memory, but the transcript doesn’t.”

“So he really was sentenced to thirty years?”

Theo turned abruptly. “You were listening in?” 

Mateo sheepishly rubbed the back of his head.

“What did you hear?” he demanded.

“Everything,” admitted Mateo.

Theo turned back to the computer, guilt swirling in his gut.

“I won’t say anything,” he promised. “I won’t tell him I know.”

“Good. He wouldn’t take it well.”

There was a pause. Mateo leaned over to look at the screen’s text.

“What do these have to do with our case?”

Theo highlighted a section of text. “See this deposit? It’s from a brand new account, into a certain court transcriptor’s savings. And these luxury cars went to a series of prison guards. And a generous donation to a judge’s cancer foundation. I doubt that it actually made it into the charity’s hands.”

“So Nightclaw got the records changed. And paid off everyone who would notice.”

“Exactly. He didn’t want anyone looking for Laith. Even Wikipedia edited the listed sentence a couple years later, citing the transcript, and news channels and papers made revisions to match.”

Mateo whistled low and long. “Impressive. So what do you want to do?”

Theo rubbed the bridge of his nose. His eyes were getting dry from staring at the screen.

“I don’t know. The timing of the bribes suggests he was in prison for at least a little while. I’m tempted to just forget about it. Time served and all.”

Mateo nodded. “I’d do the same. Thirty years is ridiculous.”

“Knock knock,” called Beatrice from the doorway. She was in her armor, which was unusual considering the down time.

“Hey,” said Mateo, turning. Theo raised a hand in greeting and kept working. He was attempting to hack into Nightclaw’s system, but it was slow going.

“You should be resting, Theo.”

“I am resting. I’m sitting down.”

“Uh huh. Did you learn anything while you were with Nightclaw?”

Theo pulled up the file they had on Nightclaw’s current plans. It was pitiful, just a few lines of text.

“Nothing important,” he admitted. “Just that he’s more sadistic than we guessed. Oh, and he has a new model of power dampeners. They deliver shocks, but they’re easy to pick if you aren’t the one wearing it. I’m sure that will change soon.”

“I heard about the burns on our prisoner,” said Beatrice, her reflection on the screen nodding. 

“He’s not a prisoner. He didn’t do anything wrong.”

“That we know of,” she pointed out. “It could be a ruse.”

“I don’t think so-”

“It isn’t-” said Mateo and Theo at the same time.

Beatrice shrugged. “If you say so.”

Theo turned around in his chair, leaning forward, shoulders tense. “He wasn’t working with Nightclaw willingly. He was a slave, Beatrice.”

She looked at him, her gaze steady. “Are you certain?”

___________________

Laith sat up in bed, wiping away his furious tears. Shame and disgust flooded him. What he wouldn’t give for a hot shower.

The door opened again. He tucked his head into his knees. He didn’t want to see Techmaster again.

“I thought I told you to go away,” he muttered, bitter.

“Not that I’m aware of,” said the person, voice light but deadly.

He looked up.

Warrior, the warrior, looked back at him, her green eyes as intense at the rest of her. Her armor was gold with red details, sleek and more intimidating up close than the news broadcasts made it seem. 

To make matters worse, she was wearing her helm and her staff was in her hand.

She never stabbed anyone with the blade on top, allegedly, but it looked razor sharp.

Laith froze.

Warrior strode forward, towering over him. She must be at least six-foot-three.

He couldn’t help but tremble.

“Tell me about Nightclaw.” Her tone was like a suggestion, but it was phrased as an order. He knew better than to challenge her.

“What do you want to know?” he said, resigned to an interrogation.

Warrior tilted her head, her long blonde hair shifting. She looked him up and down, cataloging his injuries.

“His plans, obviously.”

Laith’s blood ran cold.

“I don’t know the specifics,” he said. “Just that he wants power. World domination, the usual.”

Warrior raised a brow. “Everyone knows those things.”

“I really don’t know his plans. If I could tell you I would.”

“Would you?” she challenged.

“I- what do you want from me?” he protested weakly. “I was his plaything, not his strategist.”

“Tell me about that, then.”

Laith squeezed his eyes shut. “Please don’t make me,” he whispered. 

Warrior could probably crush his bones with two fingers, but he had to try.

He heard the sound of metal clinking, and he cracked open an eye. Warrior had collapsed her staff until it was just a dagger, and she clipped it to her belt. She took off her helm, and sat on the end of the bed, holding it in her lap.

___________________

She considered him. He didn’t look like a dangerous person, but looks could be deceiving. Still, there was honest terror in his purple eyes, and his body was splashed with violence. Deep dark undereyes betrayed exhaustion, and Laith’s positioning screamed despair.

He looked so small. Weak.

Laith closed his eyes. “Please don’t make me,” he pleaded. She needed a different technique if she wanted answers.

Beatrice put her staff away and sat on the end of the bed. He looked at her, faint confusion on his face.

“Is Laith your real name?” she asked, coaxing cooperation.

He nodded.

“I heard that he shocked you.”

“Yeah.”

“Often?”

“Uh huh.”

Beatrice waited patiently. It was amazing how silence could encourage sharing.

Laith licked his dry cracked lips. “He beat me,” he said simply. “All the time. He’d hold me by my hair and use a metal rod sometimes. But mostly he just used his hands.”

Beatrice nodded along.

“He liked it whenever I begged him to stop,” continued Laith, “He called me his dog. And-” his voice cracked, and she waited for him to keep going.

But Laith shook his head, refusing to voice his thoughts.

Beatrice had heard enough, anyway. Her gut told her Theo’s hunch was right.

“And you don’t recall anything about his plans?” she asked, as gentle as she could manage.

“No.” Laith rested his head back on his knees.

She stood up. “If you remember anything, even if it’s small, let me know, okay?”

Laith hesitated.

“There might be something,” he admitted. “I don’t know-”

“What is it?”

Laith looked down at the bed sheets. “He- he had me get him some uranium.”

Panic flared in her chest. “What for?” Please don’t be nuclear bombs.

“It was a while ago. I thought it was just for fun,” he explained, too slowly for her liking. “His fun, anyway. He was developing new power-dampeners.” He picked at the one on his ankle.

He looked up at her, and must have read the confusion on her face. “They’re made with uranium. I don’t know why or how they work, but-” he shrugged. “He does. He was making new ones all the time.”

“What kind of new ones? Was there a pattern?” She prodded, alarmed.

“Smaller, I guess. Ones that weren’t bands or cuffs. I don’t know anything more. Does that help?”

“It does. Thank you.” She smiled at him, and his face turned from open to closed in a flash.

“Whatever,” he said, flippant.

“I’ll let you rest.” She stepped away, and with her super hearing, heard his sigh of relief.

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Dazzler 12 (February 1982)

Danny Fingeroth/Frank Springer

Strap in, we're gonna read a whole bunch of Dazzler now.

Her problems! They're so relatable! The entire Dazzler series is basically a pendulum swing between "wild cosmic shit" and "down-to-earth problems", and I basically think the reason that it's jsut not a good series is that it can never settle on a tone (or, what would would have been harder but ultimately more interesting, keep these two tones but make them coherent). This is very muhc a down-to-earth issue, with career problems and hi-jinks and romance and whatnot.

The almost entirely incidental villain is *checks notes* The Techmaster, a dude with metal hands and a disfigured face, who got that way via an accident Dazzler caused in Issue 7, I think? It was so minor I didn't mention it in the relevant post.

He's very tiresome, very 50s/60s with his unpleasant "disability equals villainy" vibe and his extremely minor superpower (moderately nifty mechanical hands).

Actually this is another problem with this book, its lack of good villains, and to be fair Techmaster is sort of an attempt to solve this, in that he's a homegrown Dazzler villain, not a tonally inappropriate import from other parts of the Marvel universe, unlike almost every other Dazzler villain. But he's also just...not at all interesting. Sorry.

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Hhhhholy SHIT I am tired. I have been up for TOO LONG. TOO FUCKING LONG but arc DAMN was it worth it

Having to check for and then extract tracking chips is a real fucking pain when I can't get Miss Techmaster a department over to do it for me herself, I had to call one of her employees that doubles as an assistant nurse. Because she NEVER leaves her den of an office. BUT. It's been done. The proposal was made. I'll do my job, the government might do theirs, aaaaand if they heed my letter they might get the things I stole from them back

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[pinkyhaert]

WIP ask game, artist edition! (writing welcome too)

RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

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《 Because of the ridiculous amount of wips I have & that several are sworn to secretcy till I can get ahold of copywrites- I'll go with simple things that won't compromise me + are lil au things I've worked on. 》

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Quincy's Mansion: Penelope Route

Tadc rodeo Au

Tadc sidequests: (The Rough written draft. )

Fnaf sb True colors Au

The not so normal Nutcracker

Diskdrive and the Guardian Core

The Amazing Techmasters of Oz

The Rose of Robots

Tagging my unfortunate friends whom i love ( and can probably get away with pestering):

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Dazzler 20 (October 1982)

Danny Fingeroth/Frank Springer

There's a whole slow-burn storyline about Dazzler's family that's been building for a few issues now and is about to become unavoidable, but I'm going to save it for next issue so I can dunk on this issue's villains.

It's Doctor Sax! And Johnny Guitar! Despite their introduction, this is in fact the first appearance of these guys. "Dazzler should have some music-themed villains," someone presumably thought, and thus were born Doctor Sax! And Johnny Guitar! His guitar destroys things!

And Doctor Sax's saxophone makes you go crazy!

Also, Dr Sax is blind (diversity win! Disabled supervillain who's also Black!), but good ol' Techmaster has solved that problem.

These are, without doubt, the worst villains I have ever seen. Dazzler defeats them with a pot of coffee.

I want to read a twenty-issue limited series about Doctor Sax and Johnny Guitar. I want them to be the focus of Phase Seven of the MCU. I want them to make sweet, highly explicit love. I want it all.