“Oh, so one of our opponent groups is called Firefight?” Mikey points at the bracket board, where their apparent team name (Sidelined, seriously?) is written.
“Sounds edgy.” Leo turns his chair, so he can look over the whole arena. “Where do you think they are?”
“Let’s ask around,” suggests Raph, and with murmurs of agreement all around they set off.
It takes about twenty minutes of searching, but eventually they’re pointed toward a part of the bleachers with a sign, “Reserved for Firefight.” It looks empty, but as they approach they can see the forms of two turtles splayed out across the seats, not moving.
“Omigosh!” Mikey cries out, hands pressed to his cheeks. “They’re dead!”
There’s a noise that’s a few steps away from a laugh, and one of the corpses rolls over. “I don’t look that bad, do I?”
Leo looks at his double’s bloody head and the massive dark circles under his eyes and says, “Handsome as ever.”
There’s a long groan, and the Donnie double shifts next, just enough to look at them.
“Who are you?” he asks, voice hoarse.
“We’re your opponents,” says his own Donnie.
“…Opponents?”
“For the competition.”
The Donnie stares at them for a long moment with glassy, pain-filled eyes. “…Cool,” he says at length, with absolutely no enthusiasm.
“Guys,” says Leo, rolling his chair back a bit to give their opponents some space, “can we huddle up real quick?”
His brothers crowd around him, arms around each other as best they can with their varying heights. Shelldon hovers in the gap made by their heads.
“I dunno, guys. I feel kinda bad about this.”
“How are they going to compete when they’re… like that!?” asks Mikey, worried.
“I’m not sure they can even move like that,” agrees Donnie.
“Is there anything we can do to help out?” asks Raph.
Leo racks his brain. “Hey Dee, do we still have my old transport chair?”
“We do.”
“What about the sports chair?”
“I haven’t finished the paint job, but it’s functional.”
“Okay.” Leo nods. “Let’s get ‘em. And maybe grab a few of those nutrition drinks, there’s some in the fridge.”
“Painkillers and bandages would be a good idea, as well,” says Donnie, and Leo nods at him.
“Okay, me and Mike will get the chairs, Leo and Dee find the med supplies,” says Raph, and they all nod and break apart.
Leo wheels back around and gives a smile and a wave to their opponents. “Hey, we’ll be right back! Uh… try not to croak, okay?”
The other Leo gives him the weakest thumbs up he’s ever seen and says, “Roger.”
“Right.” Leo looks back at his brothers. “We better book it.”
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@tmntaucompetition @remedyturtles
Don’t worry, Firefight! Sidelined’s got your back! Or, well… maybe!
Can they even portal back home? I’m going to say yes. For the bit.
Firefight is such an angsty fic and I just came in here and made it comedy I’m so sorry…
VOTE IN OUR POLL IN THE PRELIMS TOMORROW!!! and a vote for 100 Feet and a World Away would be nice too ^^
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Thinks about how Jimmy rubbed off on Pete, and Pete started making snide comments about other students and started to defend himself more, may or may not be for the fact he knew he had a technical bodyguard??, because of Jimmy's influence (favorite one off line Pete says, "a haircut? A big, strong man to cuddle up to? Who knows.")
But also, maybe because Pete wants Jimmy to like him, considering he's kind of his only friend there anymore, especially with Gary gone. Changing personalities so specific people will like you because of your insecurities,,,, me😔
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Thinking a lot about OFMD Steddyhands mpreg bullshit as usual but in such a tragic way because I love drama and horror and as much as I post kink and sweetness on this blog, I’m a horror and literary writer in my regular life lol. I want Izzy getting knocked up super young, prior to ever knowing Ed or piracy or anything of the like. His life wasn’t beautiful or soft or good, but he’s still a romantic at heart - call it the whimsy of youth or the impact of his mother, who knows? And when the owner of the boarding house he’s staying in knocks him up, the capital-R Romantic in him builds up a fantasy. That this man has fallen in love with him, that they will have a family, that they will live a simple and tender life together. But that’s just not how things work. Near the end of his second trimester, something happens. Some dockworkers, pirates, whoever, go after him. Who could say why? Later, there’s some talk that they were hired by the boarding house owner’s wife. But it ultimately doesn’t matter. His child never takes a breath and he is forced to bury him alone. Within a week, he’s out at sea, eventually to meet Ed and a crew of his own.
But beyond the past, I’m thinking of how such a reveal would exist with the main three. For Izzy, I feel like - because of what’s written above and the personal head canon that he’s not exactly careful during sex and has tended to either miscarry or abort conceptions with random pirates, he knows the signs of having gotten pregnant by his men. But he figures it is bound to be gone soon enough and does nothing. But there are little things. Changes he makes to care more for this possibility. Because while he will deny it to his last breath, the crew of The Revenge has invited that small capital-R Romantic back to him and maybe he does want a child, wants that softness with Ed and Stede, though he doesn’t know the first thing about such an existence.
For Ed, he would be caught in the middle. On one hand, I think he would fear becoming his father. Not just that he would treat a child in the manner that his father had, but that the title alone is enough to build resentment. That being called “Dad” is almost like a curse, having never known anyone to have a positive connection to that title in his life. He wants to play possum and pretend it isn’t happening, pointedly ignoring any changes that may need to be considered for their future. On the other hand, I also think he would only look at the surface level of the pregnancy and be excited. A baby is a child and children are entertaining. They’re weird and funny and different. He would see the baby to come almost as a commodity or toy, though not intentionally and would not see his views as that, but it is true. Kind of like the inn, he sees this future as a game, and is ready to take on the role (a word chosen very specifically) as father.
For Stede, as much as I love his sweetness and tender nature, I think it would be a mask that is slipping in this context. There is an artist on Twitter that did this beautiful comic (as soon as I can find it, I will link it and the artist here) about Ed and Stede’s time on the island building their inn, during which Ed is trans and gets pregnant, and he continues to have nightmares about Izzy’s death. All the while, Stede is clearly restless, happy to have Ed but not inclined to his return to land and monotony. He said himself that he isn’t meant for domesticity. And I know that the end of the show was rushed for reasons, but I wish Stede and Ed’s uncertainty of their future had been stretched; Stede’s pirating career building as Ed’s is coming to an end is fascinating. But to throw in a baby (and thus a clock) is all the more chaotic. Stede so often takes on this role of lightness and care, but he left his family for a reason. He loves them, but he didn’t want them. And now, the same thing he didn’t want has essentially followed him. How can thinks work out for the three of them? AUGH, I JUST WANT TO UNPACK THIS CHAOS!!
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