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shmorp-mcdurgen · 1 year ago

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Uhhhhhh still didn’t get any Pride related drawing Ideas so. take these instead as compensation

Added a few au characters at the bottom too for the funny

#the Mandela catalogue #mandela catalogue #tmc #tmc alternate au #tmc labrats au #mark heathcliff #sarah heathcliff #jonah marshall #evelin miller #dave lee #lieutenant gabriel #Seth greer (tmc)#patient 06 #Oh yeah. that last one is Sammy. just. pre mutation.#doodles are neat #Yeah I'm aware i'm missing characters. shush.#Also. these are all based on personal headcanons. don't know how they are in canon #except the au characters. cause. that's how they actually are in those aus.

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yes-i-have-thoughts · 2 years ago

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Eye for an Eye and the World Goes Blind

Something inspired for the alt AU by @shmorp-mcdurgen that I didn’t have to piggyback off an anon for this time, wahoo!

Also first time writing for both Gabriel and Seth weeee

SUMMARY: Gabriel’s the first person to find out what really happened to the old lieutenant and live to tell the tale. They had help, of course...But from the last person they expected to help them.

TW: PANIC ATTACK, BLOOD, LOSS OF A LIMB, MENTIONS OF STARVING, BRIEF USE OF GUN, IMPLIED (BRIEF) DEATH

If this is what a panic attack felt like, they vowed to never again berate any officer having one in front of them.

Gabriel’s heart seemed to be pounding in their ears, matching along to the blood pumping from where their lower arm used to be. When their heart wasn’t deafening them, the alternate was; it was screaming about how sorry it was and how hungry it is and how it’s not its fault, how he did this to it, he was to blame when it “just wanted to help”. Who “he” was, Gabriel didn’t know and didn’t think they wanted to. Not when the pleading creature damn near killed them and ripped part of their fucking arm off.

And breathe. Despite how fucking hard it was to do that right now. Gabriel had to force themself to take deeper breaths than the shallow ones a panic attack caused, yet the alternate’s rambling would knock their concentration and start it up again.

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, I’m-so hungry-where did you go? Don’t leave me alone again, please, don’t leave me alone again...”

‘Just let me leave.’ Gabriel fought the urge to bite their lip until it bled as they shuffled away from their pathetic hiding spot behind a wall. ‘Please, lord, let me leave.’

The alternate’s own stumbling footsteps hid Gabriel’s as they went for the front door. They were convinced they were free and clear, leading to them picking up speed.

They hit a can with their foot.

Their blood ran cold as it noisily rolled across the tile floor of the house’s kitchen. For a moment, neither being made a sound; so Gabriel chanced taking another step foreword. The sound put the alternate in motion and Gabriel barely made it out of the room when they were flattened and struggling to keep teeth away from their neck with only one hand. The alternate’s speech was gibberish now, straight-up shrieking in Gabriel’s ears like an excited, starving dog. The lieutenant's hand shaking only made them more sure that they were seconds away from death. Part of them already threw in the towel and almost let their hand slip off the alternate’s teeth-

“HEY, UGLY!”

The alternate jerked away from Gabriel’s neck and looked up. The creature used Gabriel’s collarbone as a launching point, leaving them to curl up in pain for a moment as a dull crack came from whoever the alternate impacted with.

Someone started nudging them to try and get their attention. “Get up,” they urged them, their voice low but shaky. “Come on! Blunt force trauma isn’t gonna keep him down forever, get up!”

Gabriel tried, to their credit. Apparently they weren’t fast enough for their rescuer, who pulled them the rest of the way to their feet by their shirt collar (ow) and shoved them towards the door. “Get out of here. I’m gonna give that guy someone in better shape to chase aft-oh, fuck.” Gabriel swayed on their feet when they turned around. A man they were somewhat familiar with by now stood with a shotgun in his hands, staring at where their arm now ended. The alternate behind him was now on its feet and crouched as if ready to lunge. Luckily for Seth, apparently he could read eye signals. He’d barely made eye contact with Gabriel for a minute before turning around and catching the alternate’s teeth with his gun. They got caught in a scuffle for a moment until Seth managed to wrench his gun away again and slam the business end of it into the alternate’s neck, making it stumble back and giving him enough time to grab Gabriel’s shoulder and practically drag them out the door.

“I need a hospital-”

“Later.” Seth practically threw them into the side of a white van, which they did not appreciate. “Get in.”

“I’m not bleeding to death in a shitty white van!”

“Would you rather bleed to death between the jaws of that animal?”

There was a loud crash, the sound of something throwing itself against a heavy wooden door. Gabriel’s blood- and saliva-covered hand slipped on the passenger-side door’s hand before they caught it and threw it open.

The van was in motion almost as soon as the door was closed again, flying out onto the road. Gabriel tried to gather their wits and ignore the steady bleeding from the stump, watching the world go by the window.

Seth was the first to break the silence. “Are you okay? Besides the obvious.”

“Oh, yeah, I just love bleeding all over a strange cunt’s van.”

“Having a sense of humour is a good sign.”

Gabriel chose to ignore that in favour of focusing on their stomach churning. “Where are we going.”

“Well the hospital is a good thirty minute drive away, but the apartment is less than five. Pick one.”

“Do you know how to stop a stump from bleeding out?”

“I’ve had practice.”

Gabriel glanced back at Seth. He didn’t return the favour.

‘Not going to ask about that.’

“How did you know someone was in there?”

“You’re talking pretty casually for someone who lost half his arm.”

“I’m trying to stay awake.” Gabriel shuddered when their voice hit a higher pitch. This isn’t good. “Either I keep talking or you drive to the hospital with a dead body.”

“You were screaming bloody murder. I didn’t-had I known specifically that it was you, I would have left you there.”

Seth cringed at his own words. Gabriel raised an eyebrow. “Would you have.”

“I...Don’t know.”

An awkward silence. The Christmas lights they occasionally drove by cast brief rainbows over the two and painted Gabriel’s bloodied stump in pretty colours.

They’re cold, tired and discombobulated. The van’s warm as Hell. Falling asleep now means death, but they were struggling to keep their eyes open.

“Gabriel.”

Seth’s eyebrow furrowed in confusion when he glanced at them. “My name,” they specified. “It’s Gabriel.”

“Why are you telling me this?”

“I don’t know. In case you need to identify me, I guess.”

“That’s a comforting thing to think of.”

“I’m cold.”

Seth didn’t respond to that, though the van noticeably was picking up speed as Gabriel’s world faded despite their will to stay awake.

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The last thing they expected was to wake up again, let alone on a ratty couch in a just as ratty apartment. Their brain felt too big for their head and the rest of their body felt like it was made of stuffing.

They tried putting a hand to their head, only to find their arm ended sooner than they remembered. Their brain pounded as they fought to knit together memories that seemed incredibly elusive. Almost the entire last evening was completely lost on them.

“Oh hey, you’re awake!”

Another person walking into their field of vision broke their concentration. He crouched down beside them, a respectable distance away, and gave them a small, worried smile. “How’re you feeling?”

“Like shit.”

“Yeah, he said that you would.” The stranger rubbed the back of his neck. “You uh-got really lucky.”

“Oh, is th’ bastard up?”

“Sarah!”

Another person walked over, this one a lot less respectful of Gabriel’s personal space. Her smile was also a lot less friendly. “Hi.”

The first person Gabriel had been speaking to yanked Sarah back by her shoulder and began scolding her, despite the fact she clearly wasn’t listening. Gabriel covered their eyes with their remaining arm and decided to try sleeping off their “I feel like a stuffed animal” feeling.

They can deal with their new surroundings later.

#El writes #TMC #the mandela catalogue #Lieutenant Gabriel #Seth Greer #Cesar Torres #Sarah Heathcliff #surprise amputation

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birchwoodbark · 2 years ago

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@shmorp-mcdurgen

HI! THIS IS PROBABLY REALLY OUT OF CHARACTER AND CRINGE BUT. I TRIED

ermnh.

TW: body horror, character death, blood. ask to tag if you need to.

(also idk how to do the 'read more' thing 💔)

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A man stood in the night sky, nearby street lights glowing a gentle amber color into the alleyways. Three people were cornered between two paths by the man in the sky.

The man's chestnut colored hair was messy, caked in blood, and cut unevenly in the back. His gray hoodie wasn't much cleaner, bloody and coated in grime; his pink sweatpants and gray socks had obviously followed suit. A shiny, golden cross floated in front of his chest, tied into a thread-like material around his neck. His blackened hands rested at his sides and his face was nothing more than an eye, an eyebrow, and a lower jaw with a set of teeth. His eye lacked an iris, just the sclera and a large, void-like pupil were present. Everything else seemed to have been lost within the void his shattered face exposed. He seemed to be enraged and excited at the same time.

Between the alternate and his targets stood a tall man. His dark, thin hair was pulled into a small bun, he had a small beard and a mustache, a vertical scar on his upper left lip. He wore silver, circular earrings, a black jacket, dusty blue jeans, black knee braces, and black military combat boots. His jacket had a silver zipper, the slider pulled to the top, and had three bold, yellow letters on the upper left side, "BPS". His shoelaces were double knotted, the laces were pulled into a way that the boots clung to him tightly. The belt he wore had a brown gun holster clipped on his right side, the pistol still inside. He held a shotgun, aimed up at the alternate.

The two people hiding behind the tall man were both younger and shorter than him. One was a woman, the other was a man.

The woman had a similar appearance to the alternate, almost like they were related… and, funnily enough, they were.

Her chestnut hair was rather long, styled similarly to the alternate's, but was evidently cared for. It was free of tangles and dirt, split ends being far and few between. Her green eyes were staring at the alternate, almost making eye contact. She wore a jacket identical to the man standing in front of her, dark gray jeans, and brown sneakers. Her shoelaces were tied in a similar fashion to the tall man's.

The other man had wavy black hair, a streak of gray took the edge of his hair that rested over the right side of his forehead. His face was pale compared to the rest of his body, a look of absolute horror had taken his expression; his brown eyes were wide as dinner plates, maybe even a bit wider. He saw that alternate before, and seeing it again dug up all the trauma he was faced with that night.

The loss of his best friend, the cacophony from the phone, his mother crucified, "Mark" chasing him, his car flipping several times after skidding off the road, the agony from the shattered glass and the tumbling, having no choice but to abandon the home he knew, practically dragging himself to Bythorne…

His black, BPS jacket was unzipped, a white button-up shirt underneath. He wore blue jeans and red high-tops, his dirty, white shoelaces were tied looser than the others'. He had his arms wrapped around himself, struggling to breathe. The woman was half hugging him, trying to provide comfort without letting her guard down.

"I'm a lucky man today, aren't I? The two people I've spent years searching for, right here… I'll have to do something to praise Jonah for being truthful about this." The alternate spoke, twisted glee in all the voices he spoke with. His tone then suddenly shifted to one of annoyance. "Don't you dare ruin this for me, Adam."

A vaguely familiar figure walked over disturbingly. He was at least 7 feet tall, his neck was freakishly long, a disturbing grin on his face. His dusty blond hair was short, his fluffy bangs covering his forehead. Like the alternate in the sky, he had no irises, though his pupils were far more dilated.

His arms were long and full of horrific bends, almost as if the bones had broken apart over and over and over again. His hands touched the ground as he walked over, his legs having unnatural joints as well. Not only was his right leg longer than his left, it also had an extra joint. He was wearing a BPS jacket, black fingerless gloves, blue ripped jeans, and black hightops. His shoelaces were tucked inside his shoes. As he moved, his joints popped and cracked, the sound making Seth reflexively wince a few times.

"Maaark, can't I say hi to my frieennds? I haven't seen themmm in foreveerrrr!" Adam whined like a little kid, almost mockingly. "Plleeeaaaaaseeee?"

"Actually... Go ahead. Would you like to tell them about what happened in the winter of 1998? I'm sure that they're dying to know what happened." Mark spoke, making sure all the voices that came with his own were at a speaking volume, he wanted his words to be clear.

Seth and Sarah were immediately distraught upon hearing the proposal, their faces slightly pale. They wondered what actually had happened to Adam and Jonah for so long, but they realized right then and there that they didn't want to know.

"Don't mind if I do!" Adam giggled. "You guys know what happened to the last Adam, right?"

Terrified silence was the only reply. Seth was starting to tremble slightly and tears began collecting in his eyes. Sarah began fully hugging Cesar.

The topic of their missing friends tore the majority of their attention away from Mark. Mark took the opportunity to rip Seth's guns away from him.

"H–HEY! YOU BASTARD!" Seth yelled before witnessing his pistol get disassembled and his shotgun get crumpled up into a ball like a sheet of paper.

"The fall broke his neck, Seth." Mark stated coldly in Seth's head. "You need to at least pay attention to him. He's talking to you, quit being rude."

Seth didn't want to look away from Mark, but the same force that took his guns turned him towards Adam. The tears in his eyes completely blurred his vision.

"His head hit the ground and his neck snapped in two! It was kinda like this." Adam snapped his neck to the side, laughing. Sarah saw that and quickly buried her face into Cesar's shoulder. Mark decided to let her be since she was somewhat facing Adam. Really, the only thing they all needed to do was to listen.

"Jonah witnessed it, and you know what he did? He got in the car and sped off!" Adam cackled as he snapped his neck back in place. "Mark chased him into a field and, here's the best part…"

Adam went into excruciating detail of how a once boisterous teen became a depressed and immortal puppet. Seth began sobbing and Cesar, who had only recently broke free from the flashbacks, was crying a little, too. He never met Adam or Jonah, but that type of fate was horrific, victims known or not.

Sarah was no longer holding onto Cesar, she was furious. The blazing rage in her eyes almost made it seem they were about to burst into flames, glaring at Mark as Adam left. She walked out from behind Seth, ignoring his protests. He had tried to grab her a few times but she avoided his grasp.

"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?! You KILLED Adam and STRIPPED Jonah of his HUMANITY and JOY. WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU HERE?!" Sarah shouted, agitating Mark into yelling, too.

"I'M HERE TO TAKE MY REVENGE, SARAH. CESAR LED ME TO MY DEATH, AND NOBODY CAME TO HELP ME. MY CRIES AND PRAYERS WERE UNHEARD BY ALL." He spoke, hundreds of voices screeching with him. "NOT EVEN YOU CAME TO HELP. YOU LEFT YOUR OWN BROTHER TO DIE."

"LOOK, I'M SORRY MARK, BUT HOW CAN YOU NOT SEE HOW SELFISH YOU'RE BEING?! YEAH, SURE, YOU CAN BE MAD AT US ALL YOU WANT, BUT YOU NEED TO THINK ABOUT ALL YOU'VE DONE. JONAH AND ADAM DIDN'T HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH YOUR DEATH!"

"HE LEFT ADAM TO DIE. HE FLED. HE DID WHAT YOU AND CESAR DID TO ME."

"NO, NO, NO. MARK, YOU SELFISH BAST—"

Sarah suddenly collapsed, a brick and a few loose chunks of concrete had smashed into the side of her head. She was completely silent, her head bleeding heavily; a blood puddle was already forming and soaking into her hair and clothes. Her eyes were already staring distantly, though her hair had fallen over the majority of her face, making it difficult to notice.

Seth was sobbing even harder, now trying to protect Cesar. Mark raised one of his darkened hands, and upon hearing Cesar panicking, he realized his attempt failed.

[…]

Seth was all alone. There wasn't the BPS anymore. The only friend he still had was Cesar, the poor guy was constantly scared and suffering.

He no longer had a face, ears, and hands. His skin had consumed all of it. His nose was gone and his eye sockets were all that was left of his eyeballs. His ulnas and radiuses were exposed, the bones blackened.

Seth wanted to help him so badly, but deep down he knew there was nothing he could do.

He realized that there was something but he instantly slapped himself mentally for coming up with the idea.

But... it wasn't like he had any other ideas.

#tmc alternate au #the mandela catalogue #tw: body horror #tw: character death #tw: blood #ask to tag #alt mark #alt adam #adam murray #< mentioned #jonah marshall #< also mentioned. human and alt #cesar torres #sarah heathcliff #seth greer (tmc)#alt cesar

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sme-esh · 2 years ago

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THE GUY EVER I have submitted...quite a few drawings for you

I hope I'm not being bothersome ;-;

@shmorp-mcdurgen

(old art)

#fanart #art #seth greer (tmc)#mandela catalogue #mandela catalogue au #old art

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sharkkofficial · 1 year ago

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alt adam be like

youtube

Link bc this was over the limit

#seth greer (tmc)#Alt Adam #Youtube #tmc alternate au

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stick-in-the-mud · 1 year ago

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Here’s something i just made…. It’s so stupid….

Alt au belongs to @shmorp-mcdurgen

#tmc alternate au #seth greer (tmc)#lieutenant Gabriel #it’s so stupid but.. I love it..

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mythicandco · 1 year ago

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I love Seth Greer because nobody outside of the tmc alt au knows who he is. and then you still don't really know what his deal is he's a Dad obviously but like. why is he here. and THEN you find out he's a variation of SIX and it's just like. "that makes sense but also .?????" and man I love that so much

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shmorp-mcdurgen · 1 year ago

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Like “father” like “son”

#Mandela catalogue #tmc #tmc alternate au #seth greer (tmc)#cesar torres (alt au)#eye contact tw #face horror #shmorps art #lowkey? very proud of this drawing #also THIS. IS. PLATONIC. don’t make me grab the shovel-

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shmorp-mcdurgen · 1 year ago

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Sometimes I look back at the early designs for characters I make, and I just remembered like. How did Seth end up like this.

Like when I first designed him, I wanted to make “Six. But human.” And made him look at least similar to my design for Six at the time. But now he. Shares VERY little resemblance to Six at all like.