#past tales

[forgetful-nerd]

Every Mikey is required to have episodes where they absolutely rock everyone’s shit up.

Sorry, I don’t make the rules.

[duckdodger]

WHO LET BRO WEAR AN APPLE JACKS SHIRT TO THE TRANSFORMER ONE PREMIERE 😭✋✋⁉️

[demaparbat-hp]

On your most recent From the Couch post... is that a dragon tattoo I see poking out of Zuko's collar? ...................may we see more of it?

You may see all of it.

[dangraccoon]

I think they should do a Tales of the Clones series like they did with the Tales of the Jedi

[quazies]

Exactly 4 months and 1 week of storyboarding came to a close tonight!

Did I mean for the SpaceGoji episode to be the longest and most ambitious animation of mine yet…no! But I’m rolling with it!

So happy to finally start animating again, I’m a lil rusty, but I’m sure by the end of this, I’ll be better than I ever have been :]

[avirxy]

blight art for some emotional damage

[clockworkreapers]

And then we found you. The child with the broken brain. The one insanity couldn't touch. Tales From The Gas Station Vol 4

[hypewinter]

He laid there on the ground, letting the cold sink into his bones as he bled out. Deep down, Danny had known for a long time this was coming. He was the Shadow, the Spare. The Inferior. He'd always been the shame of his family. After all, what good was an assassin that didn't kill?

That's why he knew it'd only be a matter of time before Grandfather got rid of him. He just never expected it to be like this. Struck down by his own brother. In hindsight, it made sense. It was a way for Damian to be completely initiated before his first mission and to cut off the rotted rope of the Al Ghul line.

It made sense, Danny repeated to himself, but it didn't stop the hurt. The pain that cut deeper than the sword to his gut. Damian hadn't even hesitated. He'd picked up his weapon and charged as soon as Grandfather had told them to begin the duel. Sure, he'd known Damian was never too fond of him. And maybe sometimes he'd thrown knives at Danny whenever he called him "Dami". But he always thought there was at least some form of affection between them. After all, they were twins. Yet Damian had ran him through as easily as breathing. He hadn't even spared a glance back as he left with Grandfather and Mother. None of them had.

Danny couldn't help but weakly chuckle. To think this was how his second death would go. Being stabbed by his own brother.

As his consciousness began to fail him, Danny distantly heard was sounded like a plane. Maybe a jet. He heard once that people can hallucinate before they died. Funny, he always figured he'd hear a train or something. Maybe a family member calling his name sweetly. Instead Danny heard heavy footsteps charging towards him. Gloved hands picked him up and held him close to a chest as an unknown voice whispered, "I've got you."

Ah, he realized what was happening. This was his mind's desperate attempt to give him some comfort in his final moments. It was nice, feeling cared for like this. He couldn't remember the last time he had been. Danny quietly thanked his mind for the blissful illusion, before his consciousness fully faded away.

(Bruce finds out he has a son and goes to rescue him. He gets there just in time to stop Danny from bleeding out and leaves, not knowing he's leaving his other son behind.)

[theeio]

Shadowmancer AU Jim commission for @ironvaliance , thank you so much for your support!

Commissions are still open! Thank you so much for your support so far💖 As a headsup too I’ll be taking a break from comms and will get back to work next Monday 8/12♥️

[machiavellli]

Imagine being Timothy Zahn and writing six (6) new books for your character to fit into the new canon only for them to get ignored after 😀

[fabuloustrash05]

So in the new Tales of the TMNT trailer, we see a scene of the boys all dressed up in costumes.

My theory is that this is TOTTMNT’s Halloween episode. And with the boys attending high school and knowing how Seth Rogen wants to focus more on the “Teenage” part of their name, I’m gonna assume they are on their way to a Halloween costume party.

The trailer also kinda hints that this episode will focus on Raph cause this shot is about Raph with Mikey making a comment about him being aggressive and earlier showing another clip from that scene with Raph talking about he wants to beat someone up (showing that rage problem he has), probably wanting to go out and fight some bad guys rather than go to a lame party.

Now this MIGHT be a massive stretch… but going with the theory that this episode is about Raph and his brothers going to a costume party (possibly on Halloween), and looking back at the 1987 series, there was also an episode where Raph attended a costume party.

And who did he meet at this costume party?

MONA LISA!

[enchantedbook]

Illustration from 'Tales from the Past' by Umberto Brunelleschi, 1912

[foldbaron]

I thought the crazy weeks were over, but nope.

Fireside Chat with Liam O'Brien tomorrow, November 19th LIVE on Beacon at 7pm PST / 10pm EST. Submit your questions in the Beacon Discord.

Another installment of Narrative Telephone drops on Beacon November 20th at 12pm PST / 3pm EST. It will release December 4th on Youtube. And finally, #EverythingIsContent - Queen By Midnight: Quarter Past, November 20th at 7pm PST / 10pm EST.

[apas-75]

The Hidden Path in OWK having a set of blueprints of Fortress Inquisitorius that they got from someone who downloaded them when it was under construction...sure would be interesting if there were, say, someone who was briefly an Inquisitor who was there when it was under construction, had severe doubts about the role she was being forced into, and who has been previously established to be capable of memorizing complex building layouts.

[willknightauthor]

I don't know what this aesthetic is, I've been calling it "grim-sparkle" or "wonderdark," but you know it when you see it. It's that combination of magical and gritty, beautiful and grotesque, hope and dread. The dark fairy tale vibe transcending fantasy.

Fucking love that shit.

[msmc-796-official]

I... have a confession to make, of sorts. There won't ever be a good time to admit this, unfortunately, so it's best I get this off my chest now, and ask for forgiveness rather than permission.

It has not been easy speaking with all of the flashclones who have made themselves known in the wake of Union's latest raids; both for myself, and the squadron at large. I must commend my squadmates for handling themselves with the utmost professionalism - while my own correspondences with these newest members of the Omninet have been what I would consider adequately polite, I've been biting my tongue the entire time, and I fear that my personal discomfort with the issue is starting to slip through the cracks.

To this end, I wish to share my thoughts publicly, that I might better express my own emotions towards this complicated, frustrating, and highly nuanced issue. I only ask that you hear me out in full before you render judgement, and pronounce your sentence carefully.

First: an observation.

MSMC policy requires that all pilots dictate an end-of-life plan at the time of their recruitment, that their final wishes may be carried out by the company in the event of their death under MSMC's employ. The options provided for this are effectively unlimited, allowing the pilot a great deal of choice and freedom in planning their postmortem arrangements. These plans may also be altered in the future should circumstances change, provided the pilot is of sound body and mind.

Under MSMC policy, in compliance with the policies set forth by Union, one of the available postmortem options is flashcloning.

In my fifteen-odd years serving under MSMC, I have only heard of three pilots who have willingly chosen to be flashcloned after death (thus prolonging not only their life, but their term of service under MSMC as well). Of these, I have only personally met one, affiliated with MSMC-808 "5Q8R3 L00P3RZ" - I believe their current iteration goes by callsign Lemniscate. While I do not know how many times they have been cloned during their term of service, their current iteration seems happy enough, and their squadmates reassure me that they've maintained a consistent identity (plus or minus the odd quirk, as is typical of flashclones) throughout their life (lives?).

Second: a digression.

I purchased my Dusk Wing, And The Voice of Apollo Spoke From On High (Apollo for short), from an SSC showroom on a planet whose name I no longer recall. The curated atmosphere called to mind the high marble pillars and lush green-blue waters of some distant Cradle mythology where gods roamed the earth and mortals strove to emulate them, punished and rewarded for their folly in equal measure with gifts and curses beyond name. Each frame was posed as the statues of old on Cradle, too-human limbs arrayed in too-human poses, each a machine of war turned living art piece.

Apollo, true to its future name, was arrayed in flight; hover-jets draped with sunlight-yellow gossamer, veil rifle aimed in its middle tier of manipulators with the same care and precision as an archer would take with their bow. To see it lowered to the floor after its purchase was to see Icarus fall; to climb inside its cockpit for the first time, to don wax-and-feather wings of my own and fly.

The old tales caution that divinity has a cost, and I too paid the price. A vial of blood, drawn with silver needle and spirited away into an unseen cooler before my pen ever touched paper. Apollo was mine, but SSC had received a far greater gift in its place: a sample of my DNA, unwillingly donated as the price for my divine armament.

Even now, this price weighs heavy on my head like the sword which hung above Damocles, poised to drop without a moment's notice with each new Union raid on yet another forgotten cloning facility. Who can say on what distant planet the children I did not birth sleep in stasis - children with my eyes, my hair, my nose, my smile; sons and daughters who will never be called as such because, to their creators, they are slaves, weapons, property - anything but human.

Third: an explanation.

I believe that flashcloning, in its current state as of 5016u, as approved by Union's Third Committee (and exploited by the likes of SSC, HA, and several countless others across the stars) is an inherently unethical practice; both for those who donate their DNA (willingly or otherwise), as well as for those persons produced by it.

To see countless lives created, manipulated, slaughtered, and recycled in the name of so-called "progress"; to see inherently human beings stripped of every vestige of humanity but the body in which they reside and then forcibly brainwashed and molded into soldiers, medics, mechanics, weapons, machines, slaves, property - it is an abominable and inhumane practice that should have died a slow and painful death in the darkness from whence it was birthed.

This being said: I cannot stand idly by as the products of this inhumane practice continue to suffer. No matter whether it is beneath the apathetic gaze of Union, the dehumanizing bootheel of HA, or the eugenicist scalpel of SSC, I will not allow my fellow persons to endure another day of abuse at the hands of those who would abandon their own creations as little more than imperfect failures for daring to remind their creators of their sentience.

Alone, I can do nothing. I too am but a cog in this great uncaring machine humanity has built, one which prospers on suffering and bloodshed and the work of hands which have forgotten the body to which they are attached. Even if I were to risk life and limb and reputation to make my position known, it is a battle which lies dead in the water - it is impossible to halt the wheels of progress without irreparably damaging the future which relies on their turning.

And so I fight. I fight for those who have forgotten their humanity, both willingly and unwillingly, that they might find something of their own - identity, purpose, desires, connection, life - that reminds them of what they were and are and always have been: human.

-- Angel