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ridiculous future bullshit by sami

Future Fic 19 works 61K words

While rereading through works related to Author sami's And Time Is But A Paper Moon, reviewed here and here and here, I remembered reading the ridiculous future bullshit series. Through 19 short works of fiction, Author sami creates a reasonable facsimile of what the future looks like if six Immortals survive into the 21st century, forming the Five Nations.

Note: Author sami tells us "So this is the actual first-ish entry in the ridiculous future bullshit series, which of course means it is still the purest trash, it's bullshit and any complaints will still be met with you were warned."

Let's take a quick look at a few of the tales.

Now Showing: Hanguang-Jun And The Yiling Patriarch

Wei Wuxian rubs his nose. "Look, I'm guessing you're okay with your movie being, like… complete bullshit, right?"

"They are okay with that. They are so very fucking okay with that," Steve snaps.

"Okay." Wei Wuxian grins, and Dennis suddenly absolutely believes that he is talking to a trickster god. "You don't want to put Sandu Shengshou in this movie, trust me. And if you make this about sh- Jiang Yanli's actual marriage, then she might cry, and then Sandu Shengshou and I will have to raze this place to the fucking ground and salt the earth on which it stood, nobody wants that kind of hassle. But you can have a poor girl named Mo Fan - she has a terrible family, make it a bit like Cinderella, that was an okay movie."

Wei Wuxian has seen Cinderella.

Dennis notices that a sparkly princess crown has fallen out of Wei Wuxian's shopping bags.

"Mo Fan," he croaks. "Got it. Cinderella."

Wei Wuxian nods earnestly. "And a handsome prince named Jin Guangyao meets her and falls in love with her. He's in town to… try and help the villagers rebuild after the famine that drew the monsters there," he says. "Because he's just a really good guy. You can say it sends messages about how not all heroes are stabby fighters."

In which an animated movie Hanguang-Jun and the Yiling Patriarch is discussed with its Producer while the poor, ignored Five Nations consultant recognizes the two Immortals in the Producer's office.

Let's just say the original premise featuring "the story of Hanguang-Jun, a noble prince, who defeats the monsters terrorising the city of Yiling with the help of the grizzled old Yiling Patriarch, and in the process falls in love with a local maiden, Princess Lotus Blossom." is not appreciated.

Flick of the Wrist

Dernier is famous. He's been on television in sixteen countries. She's bound to be impressed.

He skips actually attending the afternoon session in favour of writing and then recording a long YouTube video about the Symposium. He titles it Inside the Top Secret Medical Conference You've Never Heard Of, and uploads it with a smirk. That'll show them for not actually inviting him.

In which a Famous Medical Researcher attends a Symposium held by Wen Qing. Once.

Lan Zhan's University Days (JAFFY)

Ziyuan gives him a look. "Last I checked, you weren't in charge of the computer science department, shushu, and this is what I have to do if I want to pass."

Jiang Ying scowls. "We'll see about that," he says darkly. He leaves the room briefly and comes back with a laptop of his own. It looks like it was probably sleek and expensive once, but now it's covered with glitter stickers. He sets it on the table and turns it on; when he clears away the windows he did have up, Jordan thinks she sees a browser tab open to YouTube frozen on a still frame of a Hanguang-Jun and the Yiling Patriarch fanvid.

Jiang Ying really seems to like that movie. He wears Hanguang-Jun and the Yiling Patriarch t-shirts at least once a week.

"You run Suibian?" Peter, one of the other students, sounds impressed. Jordan has heard of it - it's an open-source operating system, which is apparently important. Her sister is Very Into Computers, and talks about it a lot, apparently it's way better than other operating systems. Ava keeps trying to get Jordan to let her install it on her computer.

"I wrote Suibian," Jiang Ying says absently, typing rapidly.

"Holy shit," Peter breathes. "You're Axian?" He pronounces it Axe-ian.

"A-Xian," Jiang Ying corrects, still typing. "But you can't call me that, stick to Jiang Ying. I wrote it for my brother and sister, they needed something with actual security for their… work."

"Why does the source code say my sword is always at your service?" Peter asks eagerly. "Everyone has so many theories about that. Do you play D&D?"

"I don't. It says that because for them, it is. Hush now, do your work, I'm busy," Jiang Ying says, tossing a smile over his shoulder. Text is scrolling rapidly through several terminal windows.

In which Lan Zhan goes to veterinary school and the entire class is adopted for the semester after failing their first exam because Students Were Distracted.

Characters encountered here are met again and again in other tales. Some characters become more important than others.

And there are kittens.

The stories are not canon and are definitely not to be taken too seriously. Still … they are an exceptionally enjoyable read.

And yes, I enjoy YouTube "The Untamed" themed crack videos as well.

[bonefall]

Do you have a family tree for DOTC and the ancient tribes around the lake with Hollyleaf/Fallenleaf?

I don't yet. When I finish up my re-read, I'm going to gather ALL of the DOTC cats and start dividing them up into the three cultural groups. After getting them all in bundles, I'm going to whip them up into proper family trees.

If you're asking about canon's family tree... I can make it if you'd like, but I'd just be showing you the ticking timebomb of genetic diversity they set up for themselves. It's all Quiet Rainkin and random forest cats, most introduced after book 3. None of the other settlers had grandchildren and the living children have no mates.

Sun Shadow died.

Lightning Tail died and Acorn Fur was forced into a vow of chastity

None of Turtle Tail's kits have kits; one is in a vow of chastity

There's nothing to "preserve" about the canon tree, unfortunately. It's not really a "tree," it's more like a couple of bubbles with a ton of dead women floating around outside.

For funsies, let me try and remember all the "bubbles" off the top of my head, plus when the characters were introduced

Ravenstar x Juniper Branch (Book 6)

Milkweed x Leaf (Book 5, Book 2, plus existing kits with an unknown mate)

Misty (Book 2; kits have no kits.)

Shadowkin: Tall, Moon, Sun (1, 1, 5, extinct)

Jackdaw's Cry x Hawk Swoop (extinct)

Turtle Tail x Tom the Wifebeater (endangered)

Riverstar x Finch Song (Book 1, super edition)

Wind Runner x Gorse Fur (Moth Flight and Dust Muzzle are born in book 3)

Willow Tail (introduced with a sibling in book 4; extinct)

Shaded Moss was the father of Rainswept Flower (extinct)

Fox and Petal were siblings (Petal raised Misty's children)

I forgot the name of Drizzle's mom and sibling (book 6)

I think there's also a cat called Apple Bottom Jeans or something in Thunderstar's Echo who has a litter, but I can't remember her mate without google. There were also some litters born in Riverstar's Home I can't remember. I barely remember the side books, were there any others born in Shadowstar's Life...?

Here's all the pairings in the Quiet Rainkin family, as contrast;

Quiet Rain x Unknown (4 kits)

Clear Sky x Bright Stream (Died pregnant; gave birth to 2 dead angel fetus children in heaven)

Clear Sky x Storm (Thunder was the only survivor of 3)

Clear Sky x Star Flower (two litters; the first was 3 iirc, the second unknown)

Jagged Peak x Holly (3 kits)

Gray Wing x Slate (3 kits iirc)

Thunder x Violet Dawn (4 kits)

So... bottom line is, something like 50% of births were coming out of the Quiet Rainkin family, and they account for something like 30% of cats with existing family at all.

Personally, I think that's awful in a prequel arc that's supposed to be about ancestors. So I'm going to be making whole families for BB.

[vimbry]

"likes don't do anything" they do

"there's no algorithm" there is

"well nobody uses the for you tab" I do

"reblog all art and fics you see" there's no thought put into that. if this does work on people, then it's just pity engagement borne out of guilt rather than genuine interest, which is arguably worse than having none, because it's totally hollow.

[bandtrees]

scattered oc stuff i never posted. if you recognize some of these guys no you don't

[him224]

BAKAWK

This is my Lego Monkie Kid OC; Galio!

He's a kicking rooster and he's muh baaaaby Here's some other stuff of him I've done previously!

[sherlockgracie]

The Wizard Spite

(The Wizard, The Witch, And The Wild One Original Character)

The Wizard Spite, an illusionist of The Citadel. When he chose his name cloak, it was not due to his feelings towards the world around him in the current, but more so to how he wanted to feel eventually. An illusionist of the Citadel has little use outside of psychological warfare. But at the core of an illusion is creativity. If you can't imagine what you want to create, then your illusions have no substance. A Minor Illusion is the most basic of cantrips, and really only used to clean up minor details that you don't need to bother with. But only an illusionists would include shading The Wizard Spite showed immense aptitude for learning and memorization. Being able to look at a page of incantations and see it clearly in his mind caused him to get noticed quickly. Passing the required tests, he began tracks to become a wizard. Though it was often noted that he would take notes on the Faunaloges more than the magic theory. His notebooks contained writings and minor sketches of people and objects. Their movements and idiosyncrasies, the clothes and light. Spite assumed he had to be a wizard. It's something people of Citadel aspired to, and what his parents recommended to him. If he is able to, then he should. He didn't know what else he wanted to be either. So becoming a Wizard felt right. When it came time for him to pick a specialization and track, he tried for Conjuration. He hoped that conjuring things would allow him to gain a better understanding of the mechanics of physiology. Though the magical theory around Conjuration ended up not being for him, and he was transferred over to an Illusionist track, one not sought out by many.

An illusionist has two goals when they are casting their spells. 1) To Deceive, Distract, and/or Entertain their target(s). 2) To Study, Analyze, and Observe their Target(s). An illusion's effectiveness increases with knowledge of the target.

Spite knew how to watch people, when he was with his friends he found his mind wandering to how their mouths moved as they spoke, or how eyes move. Those subtle differences in how people react to things is what Spite was best at. In the year he would get his Name Cloak, he initially was going to become The Wizard Scrutinize. Though he then found out exactly what Illusionist do in and outside the Citadel. Fear is a powerful tool, and is held in the Empire's hand. Not often are they called upon to do so, but sometimes a Wizard that has stepped to far out of line needs to have zipped lips. Enchanters and their abilities to Modify memories can only last so long. But the image of their world burning around them lasts forever. He accidentally found this information out, though he wasn't as shaken as he might've thought he would be. After all, this is what he has been trained to do so far, and more yet to come. He knew this was right, wizards are defined by their secrets. If the Citadel let all Wizards and Soldiers speak so freely, then how quickly might everything crumble? When he stood their and chose Spite as his Name Cloak, the meaning was not directed at the world around him, but at the person he would become. Hatred directed towards his future self for what he will do for his Empire. The Wizard Spite lives alone, a man known for his bitterness more than anything else. Once a great artist and entertainer in his 20's, now a drained and bleak individual in his 50's.

[galactaknightyaoi]

they need to invent an oc posting that isn't absolutely terrifying

[camping-with-monsters]

A relatively new addition to the cast of Duck Duck Goose, this is the malevolent and ill-tempered Little Bo Peep!

A ruthless little girl of blood and wool, she’s got a thin patience to those that oppose the goal of the sheep. She’s got quite the arsenal around her— a widespread flock of friendly looking little lambs that are much less cutesy when in battle. With relentless little manic sheep that are spotted all over the place, the sheep are spoken to have a vendetta against canine-kind and all things wolf-related, as they’ve grown tired of being thrown around and hunted so mercilessly by all the real big bad wolves of the world. When prey becomes predator, a leader is to be crowned to remind of the motive— and this is where Bo Peep— a girl perfectly fit for the job— comes into play.

Little Bo Peep is the human protector of these wooly little animals, and she’s been crowned to represent what they want— revenge; against all who have ever feasted their chop and harvested their wool. She’s uptight and snobbish— a total brat far too spoiled beyond repair. She makes the utmost perfect host for controlling, frolicking alongside the flock as it continues to flourish and grow. The sheep and their leader are the living proof not to trust all things cute and cuddly. In fact, they’re all proof that trust is a fragile virtue granted and destroyed— all you have to do is look into the gaze of Bo Peep the wrong way and you’ll find yourself with wool over your eyes!

Special thanks to @pazam, @menthum-mint and @shroingushour for some help with ideas for the finalized design! I had a little bit of trouble making her outfit a little more interesting initially, haha!

[tacoma-narrows]

Seabreeze is getting so much love this Art Fight and I am LIVING FOR IT !!!

[captain-amadeus]

[bmpmp3]

i dont use spotify but i did end up doing a new install of poweramp almost exactly a year ago because i switched phones so here's what's the top of the "most played" category. i wanna be involved too LOL

[mantisgodsdomain]

Also have realized that we may have worded things oddly to exaggerate the amount of the Wasp Kingdom that is actually in active conflict but in our defence the power structures we currently have there have it so that whenever there aren't things to fight something like 40-80% of the Wasp Kingdom military gets re-allocated to Basically Whatever The Wasp Kingdom Needs At That Moment since they're, like, the Designated Supply Of Able-Bodied Wasps That The Queen Uses To Do Shit.

Marble is also banned from the non-combat parts of that setup, btw. Their particular tendency towards volatile-yet-effective is not something that ANYONE wants designing things that will be used in day-to-day civilian things just Around The Wasp Kingdom because generally you don't want your heavy-use architecture to Fucking Explode if you don't read and religiously adhere to the 120-page manual.

[theevilresident]

writing star wars stuff has me googling shit like "do books exist in star wars" cause you never know what does and doesn't exists anymore after you learn that underwear does not exist in star wars.

[ficks-of-fancy2]

Harry Potter and The Salemite

It's under the cut

-Hudie >i<

Chapter One: The Boy With A Grin

"I am pleased to introduce, Mr. Kafka Cygnus as the newest addition to the Hogwarts family." Harry just stared at the fellow first year, who just stared at all of the house tables with a concerning grin. The boy who not moments earlier gave the sorting hat an aperent aneurysm, before it swore and placed him in Ravenclaw. Flitwick, the charms professor and head of house for Ravenclaw, looked terrified. "Do be kind to our transfer from The Salem Academy of magicks." Dumbledore sounded almost annoyed when he spoke the school's name. Kafka locked eyes with Harry. His grin widened and Harry paled, the headmaster attempted to usher him to his house table. The 'Salemite' as several students even Ron had called him with something akin to fear in equal measure to the awe inspired by the his name, ducked and started skipping in the direction of the Gryffindor table much to the dismay of every student adjacent to his path. And when he made it to his destination he just stood there, waiting.

"Aren't you going to scootch over a bit?" Now that Harry had a better look he could say that the sly if not sweet voice did sort of match the babyish face before him. Ron moved as far as the others would allow him, Hermione looked tempted to slap him for it. Kafka took Ron's movement as permission to sit and happily did so. "Nice to meet you! Harry Potter right?" He spoke with a chipper tone, playing with his shaggy chestnut hair, hazel eyes alight with some fox-like joy. He held out his hand excitedly, "Kafka, grandson of Headmistress Herta Cygnus and witch of the Salemite coven."

Harry took his hand and returned his sentiments with a minor change. "Harry Potter. Son of James and Lily, wizard of Hogwarts... I guess." Kalfa just shook his head.

"Wise man or no, you are still covenless. But don't worry, you will find family." He spoke in what Harry assumed to be a riddle. "But it's still nice to meet you." Kafka wasn't wearing any robes choosing instead some distressed sky blue trousers, boots with Doc something or other on the tags, and a big lavender and black hoodie. Ron looked at him like he had gone mad and Hermione seemed similarly clueless, but that was par for the course, given their shared magicless upbringing. He genuinely didn't get the issue, sure Kafka seemed a little too friendly if anything. "Well I won't keep ya'. Have a nice dinner." With that Kafka moved over to the Ravenclaw table still given the widest of berths.

After dinner and with stomach full, Harry felt the need for answers. "Hermione, what's a Salemite?" He asked the wise young witch, "For that matter why did he call himself a witch?" Hermione seemed to consider the question for a moment before shrugging.

Ron who had been glaring daggers at the young man all throughout dinner took that as a sign to start howling like a mad man. "They are evil! Bloody psycho, the lot of them, the bastards of wizard kind! Worse than You-Know-Who." Several passing ghosts seemed to nod in agreement along with some elders of House Gryffindor. Hermione looked unimpressed with Ron's seeming theatrics. "It's common knowledge." Ron defended.

Hermione just sighed, "Idiot." Harry was tempted to agree. Sure Voldemort was barely human to him on the best of days. But everyone shared what he had done that made him so terrible, not to mention what he had done to his perpents. Kafka didn't seem nearly as bad as Malfoy and all of Slytherin, let alone Voldemort. "If he was truly THAT evil, why would he be allowed to set foot in Hogwarts?"

"Well I don't trust him and neither should you. Salemites are all loons." Hermione just groaned and broke into a light jog, clearly fed up with Ron's bias. "Some people just don't get it until it's too late," the ginger sighed, "They'd sell their own for a knut." He elbowed Harry like he had just told a funny joke. If Ron did, he didn't get it.

>i< ------------- >i<

The next morning at breakfast, most of Slytherin wasn't in attendance and those that were, house master included, told an interesting story. Malfoy and his goons looked shell-shocked and slightly burned. "What happened to them?" Harry asked the table.

"Infestation of possessed dolls," Percy said slightly less disheveled. The Weasley twins laughed and got a glare from the Prefect. "No idea how they got in. Fred. George."

"We don't know ether."

"I'm sure you don't" Percy drawled, unamused. "In anycase Snape is out for blood today, best be on your guard. Ravenclaw has already lost 100 points." That was unusual. Several elder students noted, Ravenclaw almost never lost points and it was mostly for unusual studies or similar academic no-nos. "Most classes are canceled due to the incident."

"Noooooo!" Hermione lemented.

"It was those brutish Weasleys!" Malfoy moaned to any who would listen, even other Slytherin were none too eager to listen, most entirely to tired. Fred and George looked like they could only wish to be the offending party. Citing some prankster code that even they weren't fool enough to break.

Ron was also strangely absent he noticed. Kafka as well and Neville has some new friends. In the form of two small stuffed animals that stood at attention on the table. A button-eyed black cat and toad, that Professor Quirrell was watching with mild terror, his eyes never leaving it. Harry was tempted to agree given the infestation of mad dolls on the loose. "Neville," the boy perked up at the sound of his name, "where'd the toys come from?"

"No clue. Thought everyone got some, they're rather sweet." Hermione seemed slightly inthralled with the magic stuffies. The black cat started to move. It was walking towards Harry, rather adorably if Hermione's animated cooing was anything to go by. It gave him a small letter written on note paper not parchment as was standard. It read as such:

For Harry,

Going to be in detention all morning. My dolls tossed that rude redhead out a window, among other things. I'll be popping in for some tea after I escape my unjustified imprisonment. Enjoy the day off.

Yours in crime, Kafka

PS Let go now!

Harry did as the letter suggested and dropped it, just as it caught fire. "What was that about?" Asked one confused Hermione, clearly less interested in the magic behind a self igniting letter. Or she had already figured it out, Hermione was just smart like that, Harry wondered how to break the news that she was his friend to Ron.

"Kafka invited me to tea." He responded dumbly. "And tossed Ron out a window, also something involving fire." Harry pointed in Malfoy's direction. The stuffed cat bowed to him before returning to Nevile. The twin's eyes were alight, a traumatic sight for Percy. The rest of the table seemed in a identical state horror at the idea that a first year managed to cause widespread chaos on his first day. "At the least tea won't be boring." Harry spoke in a half hearted attempt to provide levity. Hermione looked like she had just sucked on a lemon.

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Somehow Kafka managed to bypass the Fat Lady. "So this his how the hero lives. It's certainly... bright." He still seemed unwilling to dress in the robes required by Hogwarts. But Kafka had seemed to extend that willful disobedience to now dressing in a modest skirt and wool stockings, both in the Ravenclaw colours. He still wore his now signature lavender and black hoodie.

"How did you get in?" Harry asked.

"Why are you wearing that?" Ron asked slightly disgusted. Harry found it more odd if anything. Perhaps he lost a bet with a Slytherin or fellow Ravenclaw, given the colouring.

"Because I can." Kafka answered like he was saying the sky is blue. "After all, I'm a 'bloody psycho'. Aren't I window boy." He said, like the cat who ate the canary. Speaking of cats. A small and rather fluffy black kitten was hissing at Ron.

"What are you doing here," Ron hissed, "Don't you have some muggles to terrify."

"Disrespecting authority and no, not really. But if Professor McGonagall asks, I'm not here." He spoke fiddling with a small ornate black key with shades of purple, gold, and brass. The bow of the key was crafted in the shape of a clematis flower connected to a odd stem that seemed broken in two held by vines of brass in the middle. Each of the six petals was adorned with a alexandrite and carved with hollow metal work. It ended off with an intricate bit to the slightly rounded pin. the bit in the shape of a crescent moon with two additional bits of gold from the key's throating. "Detention got boring."

That answered the McGonagall question. But the question of entry went unanswered, locked behind a wide, knowing smile. He was wandering around the common room. "I want no part of this." Ron announced like it was some incredible notion. Kafka visibly rolled his eyes as Ron left.

"So, about capitalising on your fame for monetary profit." Harry had a feeling he was going to live to regret this. But he couldn't help the smile that formed on his face, an equal match to the one that always found a home to Kafka's face.

[twistitch]

Nemesis Pelogor, a lunar sorcerer tiefling oc of mine. Going to start a solo d&d campaign playing with him and his younger brother Mourn as they seek to avenge their family.

[whomst-the-hell]

if i ever wanted to turn one of my fic au ideas into a publishable book i wouldnt even need to file the serial numbers off like bitch i never keep the serial numbers ON