#battlestar galactica headcanons

[my-heads-in-space]

Adama you stupid old simping frak

im sorry I had to I H A D to okay I now have the power of a text post generator and will be abusing this power to make really dumb posts like the really dumb fangirl I am uwu

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I NEEDED THE EXCUSE-

Bill Adama x Laura Roslin HCs (Mainly affection! <3)

I love how in the show Bill is always very physically affectionate- I like to HC he's 100% always the one engaging in affection. Not at all forceful though, and it's nothing Laura is uncomfortable with! She honestly l o v e s it. It makes her feel incredibly safe and loved, and for him, it really is him expressing said love.

I think when Laura does engage though, usually it's subtle, a little needy too- like, she's trying to get him to love on her without saying it. She's a bit cat-like in that way hehe. She probably does things like brush her hand against his, or bump his hip for attention. He understands the message loud and clear yes ma'am here's the calloused hand you're asking for yes ma'am

Now there are times where Laura does show him affection, but I think for her, it's very rooted with his emotions and general state of being. She doesn't always think to do it when he's cheery, but if he seems sad or distant, I think she'll just wrap her arms around him from behind and lean into him. It's a very loose hold, but one he's never rejected. He might either hug her back best as he can, or if he's really distant, let her hold him for a while.

I really love the thought of Bill being a gift-giver. Books of course, but not only those. But he doesn't give thoughtless gifts either- it's always well thought. Something meaningful. Even if it's just a coffee, terrible as it may be with their resources, if she needs it, he's got it.

Bill can braid hair (don't ask where he learned) and has relaxed her this way a few times in the privacy of his quarters. His hands are so rough to feel, but gentle in practice. At least- after the first few times she had a laugh telling him to ease up.

These two make one another laugh so hard and so often. They both love the momentary break from the immense stress they're under to just... be human again.

These HCs are subject to be updated as I build up my general thoughts and knowledge of these characters!

i need people to share their headcanons for bill and laura

[ashethewitch]

Just started watching battlestar galactica but the guy they arrested cuz they thought he was a cylon Is definitely autistic! I have no proof but why else would they mistake him for a robot dammit?

And ofc he’s joining the cylons side what other autistic person wouldn’t

[coreyndanian]

So vote on any of these fandoms and I'll talk about my OC for the top 3 that I created for each of them. This is Part I of who knows what. This will keep me occupied during October while I write fanfics for publication in November on AO3.

[utytimeline]

As far as I can tell, Star's family name is never given. So, since they're all celestial-type monsters (sun, moon, and stars), I'll say their last name is Celestra. Starlo Celestra. Yeah, I like that.

(This is actually gonna be important later. Please stay tuned.)

[sweetteaandpie]

thinking of my favourite ships doing autumn stuff in autumn:

● helen and nikola in a haunted corn maze

● bill and laura getting their first pumpkin spice latté of the season at their favourite café

● cc and niles going for a walk in central park with chester as the red, yellow, and orange leaves fall around them

● andy bribing sharon to watch a "halloween" marathon with him

● mulder and scully on another job

● crowley taking naomi to see "the omen" at the theatre and proudly saying "that could be our child"

[justonemorewallflower]

Some BSG finale thoughts from me regarding Lee and Kara (spoilers ahead after cut!)

I didn't mind the ending for the most part, but I am and will always be upset about Lee's ending. Like, at the end once they're on that new planet he ends up having no one left he cares about, which is so sad. Like he wants to explore the planet and all but I know that's something he'd probably like/want to experience with someone else or at least have someone to tell his experiences to. But no, Kara is dead, his father left with Laura, and Dee is also dead.

I wonder what his father did after Laura died because then he'd be alone too. He probably built that cabin she always talked about but he'd be lonely too, I'm sure.

Just like idk, your son has no one left, go back to him. Y'all both lost the loves of your life, bond over it, keep each other company while you grieve. Build a cabin together to commemorate both of them. That's just something I wish they would have done.

But yeah, it just makes me so sad to know that Lee has no one left he really cares about to be with on this new planet. No one to experience this new life with.

And that's part of why I'm so upset about Kara. I would be less upset about her ending if his father had stayed or even if Dee was still alive, but since neither was true, she was the last person he had left that he cared about and she had to leave him too. She was the last to leave him, which hurts so much, especially since I thought it was pretty obvious neither of them wanted that. While yes, she completed her journey by leading the humans to the planet, I don't think she wanted to leave. I think she wanted to stay to experience a fresh start too, I don't think she wanted to leave Lee behind, especially when they had also finally gotten to a point where they could have gotten together with no one standing in their way.

It also gets me when I watch the scene where she's saying goodbye to him, because despite her saying how she's completeled her journey and it feels good, she looks emotional, like she's going to cry, like she doesn't want to be telling him that she's leaving him too.

And while Lee accepts her disappearance and assures she won't be forgotten, memories of her will probably always stick with him and remind him of how he wishes she was still there. I can imagine he maybe makes a grave for her or some sort of memorial, and that he probably often speaks to the sky as if hoping to speak to her, that she can somehow hear him, sharing all his adventures he has to do alone.

He would definitely miss her and I'm sure if he could've had a choice he would have had her stay, for more than one reason. I can just imagine them flying raptors (or vipers, I'm not sure how many of those ships they kept on the planet) side by side as they explore the planet's surface, crossing oceans and forests as they chase each other and mess around, laughing over the radio.

But yeah, that is my BSG rant for the day. And don't get me wrong, I'm not unbearably upset about Kara's ending, just only because of how it affected Lee's. I do wish that she could have stayed and that they could have finally been happy together, or that at least his dad came back to comfort him for a while before he was just left alone with his grief. Like not only was he left alone, but he gets stuck alone with his grief and has to try and cope and comfort himself because he has no one to comfort him, no one to turn to that he knows well anymore.

It just makes me depressed everytime I think about his ending and how it could have been better for him by multiple different ways.

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Introduction? About meeeee

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Heya! I'm just someone who's weirdly obsessed with galaxies and night or evening sky aesthetics who's absolutely HOOKED on Sci-Fi's! I was inspired to create this blog because of my latest obsession, Battlestar Galactica, but my true love is Star Trek TOS! <3

If you want to know about me, I'm an artist and inconsistent writer.. never really finished a story in my life. But I love writing as an art! I appreciate good writing a lot. All my favorite Sci-Fi's have good writing. Star Trek TOS, Battlestar Galactica, and Firefly.

Though I will admit BSG certainly has it's problems. TOS had some charming issues (except Spock's brain, I will admit that was just plain terrible Q-Q) Firefly's biggest problem was its stupid movie. I will die on this hill, the movie was an okay film standing in the legacy of an incredible show and for that its a straight up O F F E N S E to me!

My favorite characters from each of these main fandoms;

James T. Kirk (Obviously I mean he's the GOAT) and Spock, Bill Adama and Laura Roslin (my OTP), and ofc, Mal and Simon Tam~

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Headcanons!

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GIFs, reposts

MAYBE art?

More Headcanons

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MAYBE MAYBE MAYBE me simping for Kirk bc I'm shameless

Original Edits! :0

Requests and questions are open, although I'm making this post as an unknown account so I doubt that will be relevant for a while?

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[definitelynotgideon]

Hey! Thanks for checking out this blog. Mostly, I started this up as a means to post chapters as I write for my OC, but I'd love to interact in other ways! Feel free to ask Gideon or I questions, or chat with me in DMs or comments!

Below you'll find an about me section, an about my oc section, my current activity status (hoping to update that with projects I'm working towards or to give heads ups if i'm busy/ on hiatus, a links section and a masterlist section.

Please do not interact with me or Gideon if you are transphobic or homophobic.

All of my blogs are safe spaces for the LGBTQ community and you will be blocked without question if you interact hatefully with me, my character or my friends.

Amanda or Ackie | she/her | 33 yrs old | Birthday on April 30

@ackie-slays is my main. I interact on both but I'm here on this blog more often!

Gideon Azulyss is my OC that I've adapted for different universes/ scenarios over time. He started out as a D&D Character, and then I RPed with him in the Attack on Titan universe. As I fell in love with Demon Slayer, I wanted to bring him in and adapt him for the universe. I RP with him still for Demon Slayer, but the more I wrote with him with friends, the more I wanted to tell his canon-ish story.

Gideon is 5'8", athletically built with silver hair styled in an undercut. his eyes are green, with flecks of gold that become more visible when he's upset or angry. he styles his facial hair in a goatee. He is a war-hammer wielder, and in the demon slayer universe he is a thunder breather. His birthday is August 21. Gideon is a gay man, pronouns are he/him. His age varies by story.

Headcanons/Fact posts can be seen by clicking the fruits below!

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Writing Status: Small fic hiatus 💝 11/3/24

Roleplay Status: My Roleplay status for Tumblr RPs is limited. Here are my updated rules and boundaries.

Also RN my responses for any RP blog I have are slow AF I'm so sorry 🥲

Archive of our own (AO3): definitelynotgideon

The Demons We Face (Genya x OC/mlm) Chapters (Abridged chapters will be marked with ⚡️, Fully Mature/NSFW Chapters will be routed directly to Ao3 and marked ⛈️):

Ch 1 | Ch 2 | Ch 3 | Ch 4 | Ch 5 | Ch 6 | Ch 7 | Ch 8 | Ch 9 | Ch10 | Ch11 | Ch12 | Ch13⚡️ | Ch 14 | Ch 15 | Ch16⚡️ | Ch 17 | Ch 18 | Ch 19 | Ch 20

One-shots

"Heaven Is Where You Are"

"Forest"

Roleplay Threads! | Completed Thread Links. This does not include short interactions!

- Big Brother, Beetle-hunt, Battlestar Galactica!!! 🪲 / #HikaruIsBestAniki #HikaruforPresident | RP with @ask-hikaru-eritora

- I tried to draw you from memory. ✏️/ Gideon draws Genya! G-Force content! | RP with @real-genya-shinazugawa

- "GET THE FUCK OUT OF BED BITCH GO" 🎒 / Kimetsu Academy AU! Gideon runs to wake Karu before a midterm exam! | RP with @ask-hikaru-eritora

- Demon Encounter!! 💚 / Gideon meets Ryotaro! Is this demon mom-shaped? Lol | RP with @bone-pile-rp

Pt 1 | Pt 2 | Pt 3 | Pt 4 | Pt 5 | Pt 6 | Pt 7 | Pt 8

- Origami Rose 🌹 / Gideon asks Muichiro about Origami. | RP with @ask-tokito-muichiro

- Try 🐇/ Gideon meets Koorogi. It's an injured demon, and he faces a choice... | RP with @koorogi-final-selection-oni-a

[transpidergwen]

Starbuck and Kendra fucked at some point during Razor, that's canon to me

It's such bullshit that Starbuck kept having homo erotic rivalries with women but never kissed a single one of them

Like yes queen cheat on your husband but not with a man who looks exactly like your husband maybe

[ussjellyfish]

Elemental asks: Lightning, spirit and fall

Lightning: What’s the most shocking plot twist you’ve ever come up with?

Once I blew up Earth. It was while I was watching Battlestar Galactica and I felt kind of grim dark, so I did. It happened off screen, but then my characters (from Stargate Atlantis) could never go home again and had to build a new home.

Spirit: What’s the best compliment you’ve ever received on your writing?

I get so many little beautiful compliments. People make me art sometimes. Once someone had me sign a fic I wrote. People name their sims after babies I gave the characters in a fic...It's really lovely how much quiet, mind-blowingly wonderful feedback fanfic writers can get, and I'm so grateful I can experience that connection, because it's so wonderful to have a sense of community.

Fall: Have you ever completely abandoned a WIP?  What led to that decision.

A few times. Once I came back 18 months later and finished it because someone asked nicely on a podcast.

I have two that I'm stalled on right now.

In Small Packages - Michael Burnham/Laira Rillak, Mirror Philippa Georgiou/Katrina Cornwell. It's a little sequel to Firefly where the canon-ish Michael meets a little kid from Firefly and then meets the other Laira, who has lived a very different life. (Laira and Michael are together and really domestic in one universe, not together in the other)

It needs one more chapter and I'm pretty sure what happens and I need to sit down and write it and...I haven't yet. I was going to write two more, one where Michael gets to the other universe but that's a lot of world building and dialogue with many people and that part is intimidating me so...it might get one chapter from Laira's pov where Michael comes back and tells her what she saw, because that sounded nice.

I haven't updated that since April.

The other one I've stalled on is Quantum Variations on a Love Theme (Michael Burnham/Laira Rillak), which is really long, and me stalling on that one is entirely me having feelings that aren't helping the fic.

The people I wrote that one with (where we talked about the headcanons and I dedicated chapters to them) don't talk to me anymore. (they're very busy and our relationship is just...changing. We're growing apart, and that's okay. that happens, but opening up that file makes me sad. Sharing it with them really meant so much to me and one of them stopped reading many chapters ago and the other didn't even tell me when she'd read the finale and I am sad about that.

It's a really good birth scene. I killed it and...the people I was most immersed with, that I told everything too, are gone. It doesn't really matter to them. I don't really matter to them, and that's really hard. (this isn't true, of course, people grow away and it doesn't mean they don't love me, it's just not perhaps in the way I'd like to be loved).

So that fic represents...loss and my feelings of abandonment, and it's hard for me to go back to it and say, well, this is mine. It doesn't matter if you're not here and you're not going to bounce ideas off with me and you're not going to read it, I can still tell this story. I still want to tell this story.

It's the 12th longest fic in entire Star Trek Discovery tag and I've been working on it since January 2022. Often I struggle with what happens after the baby arrives in a long fic where someone is pregnant. Babies are great, but they're also exhausting and the characters are exhausted and the falling action is hard for me. The character's arc was getting through that process and she did and now...

So I'm a little lost on that one. I think I could wrap it up ish in a chapter, and I'll probably get there just not as soon as I'd like.

It also wouldn't be terrible if it ended there. The characters are happy, they went on a great journey together and I had fun writing it and it has some of my best work in it, it just feels sad instead of joyful at the moment.

[anxiouspotatorants]

Hey I am trying to write a fanfic right now and I saw you had some Dave Rygalski headcanons before so... do you have any Dave headcanons about his home life and like him outside of the characters we see on the show?

Hey, I am so sorry for not replying sooner but how sweet of you to think of my headcanons! It really warms my heart to see people still actually interacting with those Dave posts. I’m guessing my input will be irrelevant for your fic by now but I still love this as a prompt so I figure it would be fun to still write and post a reply. Also if/when the fic is up and running please send me a link so I may devour it!!

I never thought all that much about Dave’s homelife. I assume he’s in a two-parent household, but unsure about siblings pets and general family dynamics. Now that I’m thinking about it Dave does seem like the type to have sisters, maybe two or three. He doesn’t strike me as someone with active drama going on with his family during the show (which would be a rare sight on Gilmore Girls), but then again that’s just my take. If I remember correctly he is canonically Jewish, but as a European gentile I don’t exactly find myself informed enough to make religious or too culturally specific headcanons for a Jewish US American boy in 2000s New England.

What I do headcanon is that Dave, Zack and possibly Brian all come from a neighbouring town instead of Stars Hollow. I know US small towns can be a lot bigger than what we define as small towns where I’m from, but Lane’s never met Dave before the band and Stars Hollow is a tiny town with presumably only one high school. They should’ve met by season 3 if Dave was a townie.

I also headcanon that he can’t wait to get out of small town life, which is why he applies to study in California. I don’t think he hates small towns (if he did he would spend a lot less time in ST and a lot more doing daytrips to NY) but he’s probably never truly felt at home and hopes to find that sense of belonging in a physically bigger place. Whether he’s right about that assessment or not is a whole ‘nother case though. I think he has a really tough first year in college getting used to a far noisier and busier city and not having that safe group to constantly fall back on like he would back in New England.

Another headcanon specifically about everyday homelife is that Dave is the technician of the family. Because of his audio-tech passion his parents and potential siblings just assume he’s great at all tech and electricity, forcing him to be the one who has to figure out how to fix a faulty satellite and learn the fuse box, and at some point just switch out all the lightbulbs in the house.

Other headcanons I have which have little to do with homelife include:

Dave’s more of a sci fi geek than fantasy geek (not that all fantasy fanboys know Tolkien inside out but in GG he would’ve picked up on Mrs Kim’s quote… also he’s big into sound tech and I headcanon him as eventually getting into tech period). The boy knows his Asimov, his Analog, his Star Trek, his battlestar Galactica and most definitely keeps tabs on the Syfy Channel.

Sci fi preference be damned that boy is doing something tabletop related and my money is on either Dungeons & Dragons (the guys is studious af and has Brian and Zach as friends) or Magic the Gathering (and yes he would spend all his lunch money and then his student loans on the damn cards)

He might have anxiety (not to do armchair psychology but there’s a vibe. The ones who know, know)

He could become a little tech broish while studying in California (I mean Silicon Valley is right there) but I think it would just be a phase and that he’s more obsessed with nerding out over how things work than spreading the Web3 gospel. And I still stand by my headcanon that he goes into sound engineering or sound related tech for work after college.

Tardiness be damned I hope this was a fun and somewhat insightful read, if only on how I tend to headcanon these folk!

[beatrice-otter]

Fic: Fertile Ground

I suppose I should probably actually post my worldbuilding exchange fic here. Wouldn't want to be too quick off the mark, it's only been a month since it was revealed 🤣

I wrote a BSG fic, which gave me a lovely excuse to write a fic about a headcanon I've had since I first watched the show. (What the headcanon is, you'll have to read the fic to find out ...)

Title: Fertile Ground Author: Beatrice_Otter Fandom: Battlestar Galactica Characters: Original Four Length: 5383 words Written for: redrikki in Worldbuilding Exchange 2024

Summary: Simon only bothered to continue the fertility experiments because the others demanded it. Things are different on New Caprica.

AO3. Squidgeworld. Dreamwidth. Pillowfort.

Simon sat at his lab bench, waiting for his samples to finish processing—as well as they could, given the abysmal shortages of everything on New Caprica—and contemplated whether it would be worth it to take his turn as the Four representative at consensus meetings. The Ones were dead set against shipping in medical supplies from the Colonies. The Sixes and Eights should be pushing for it—if they truly wanted to build a relationship with the humans, helping them stay alive should be high on their priority list—but Fours were the only Cylons who really understood the fragility of the human body.

There was a knock at the door. Nurse Sashon popped her head in. "There's a human who's actually willing to have you treat her."

"Really?" Simon stripped off his gloves and tossed them in the laundry basket. Medical staff had been dramatically under-represented in the refugee fleet, and several years of trauma and poor healthcare and worse food hadn't been helped by the living conditions on New Caprica. But people would rather wait for Doc Cottle or one of the others, than be treated by a Cylon. "What's wrong with her?"

"She didn't say," Sashon said.

The nurse should have taken her medical history and seen if it was something she could handle herself, but Simon was bored and it would at least be a change. "Show her to my office." He washed his hands, and went down the hall to his office. He didn't often use it, but was private, equipped for a basic examination, and meant that fewer people would see her with a Cylon, if that was something she cared about.

He sat down in his chair and ignored the slightly musty smell that seeped in everywhere on New Caprica. The light through the window was thin and watery, nothing like his office back home had gotten. He didn't have time to ruminate on the past before a human woman sidled in—plump, with stringy black hair tied up in a messy bun, wearing shapeless layers of clothing like everyone else on New Caprica. He recognized her. She'd been in prison, briefly, although he didn't know why—he never bothered to look up those sorts of details.

"I'm Doctor Simon Agrinion," he said. "Please, come in, have a seat." He gestured courteously at the chair he kept for patients. For a second, he could almost have been back in his clinic on Caprica before the attacks.

"Doctor?" The human scrunched up her face skeptically. "Didn't know Cylons have medical schools."

"We don't," Simon said. "But as it happens, I received my MD from Paradise Valley Medical School on Caprica, and was a board-certified OB/GYN with a practice in Delphi for nine years before the attack." He pointed to his degree and certificates, hanging on the wall behind him. Copies of the ones that had been destroyed with the rest of Delphi.

"Why do Cylons need OB/GYNs?" she asked.

"Because some Cylons think that because we're so close, biologically speaking, to humans, we should be able to reproduce the same way," Simon said.

"You want kids?" she asked.

"I don't, but some of my brothers and sisters do," Simon said. So few Cylons had ever even seen an infant in the flesh, they were almost mythical. Once he'd gotten enough experience to be able to tell the reality apart from the fantasy, he'd recommended that if they send some infiltrators to be child carers. Nothing had ever come of it. "And given that my model has the most aptitude and interest in biology and medicine …" he spread his hands. "Here I am."

"You've treated human patients before?" she asked.

"As I said."

"Did you hurt any of them?"

"I have never harmed a patient," Simon said. It was true. The humans at the Farm weren't patients, they were test subjects; the prisoners here on New Caprica weren't his patients, either. "I didn't even send back any data that was used to plan the attacks."

"But you knew it was coming," she said. "You knew all your patients were going to die, and you didn't do anything to stop it."

"That's right," Simon said. What could he have done? Even if he'd wanted to, he couldn't have changed much. "But then, you knew that when you agreed to be seen by a Cylon doctor."

"I did," she said. "I figured you'd be happy enough to give me what I need."

Simon raised an eyebrow at that, but didn't comment. "Let's get started, then," he said, taking out a notepad. He got her name—Iris Olbion—and a brief medical history before performing a routine physical exam. She was in pretty good health, all things considered, and he told her so.

"So what is it you need help with?" he asked.

"I need an abortion."

"How far along are you?" She wasn't showing yet, but given her body type that didn't mean much.

Iris shrugged. "Almost five months."

Simon sighed. "That's far enough along that a procedure here in the hospital would be best."

"You can't just give me a pill?"

"I could," Simon said. Those, they had more of than they needed. The Fives had sold it as a way the Cylons were restoring civilization to humans after Roslin's ban, and the Ones had thought it was a great idea—every abortion meant one fewer human to kill later on. "A combination of mifepristone and misoprostol. But after twelve weeks, the dosage goes up. Chances are, we'd have to give you multiple doses until it took, which means medical supervision. It would probably take around twenty-four hours. A D&E only takes five to ten minutes."

"At twelve weeks I didn't know I was pregnant." Her voice was flat.

"Irregular cycle?" Few human women on New Caprica had regular menstrual cycles, considering the stress and borderline nutrition.

"Not particularly, but I wasn't paying attention." She wrapped her arms around herself. "I haven't been sexually active in years. It never even occurred to me. But I was in the Cylon jail for three days, and I only remember two of them. I don't remember the last time I had a period. And I'm feeling … something move. Inside."

Simon looked down at the notes he was taking and withdrew the faint tendrils of his consciousness from the web of his brothers' thoughts. "Have you taken a pregnancy test to confirm anything?"

"Not like there's a drugstore on the corner," she said flatly.

Simon had stocked his office as close to his Delphi office as he could, in a burst of optimism which hadn't lasted long, which meant he did indeed have a box of pregnancy tests in his cabinet. He extracted one and handed it to his patient. "The instructions are on the packaging. The restroom is down the hall on the right."

As soon as the door had closed behind her, he sagged in shock. After all the experiments on various basestars and colonies—in as close to ideal conditions as they could manage—a basic intrauterine insemination on this hellhole had worked?

He was reasoning far in advance of his data, Simon reminded himself. The odds of a hybrid pregnancy surviving to the fourth month were astronomical. Most likely, one of the human guards had taken advantage of her while she was unconscious. At this point, he didn't even know for sure she really was pregnant.

Next step: perform the abortion his patient wanted, and then analyze the fetal tissue to see if it had any Cylon characteristics. In the unlikely event it did … then he needed to check on all the women he had inseminated, see if any of them were pregnant. He hadn't bothered to check; it had seemed so unlikely. He was only performing the inseminations because his baby-crazed brethren insisted.

If any of them were pregnant, then he'd have to figure out what the hell was different here on New Caprica to allow viable Human/Cylon hybridization.

If none of them were … then he'd have to learn to get very good at hiding things from his brothers and hope nobody ever realized he'd aborted the only success he'd ever had.

The fetus' neurons were made of the same synthetic fibers his as his own. It was indeed a hybrid.

***

Cottle wandered in to the lab just as he finished taking the last of his samples.

***

"Heard you had a human patient."

"I did," Simon said. "She wanted an abortion, and figured that at least was a procedure she could trust a Cylon with. Sashon assisted. It was a textbook procedure." He forced himself to stop talking. That was a rookie mistake, you were far more likely to arouse suspicion or give something away by saying too much than too little.

Cottle grunted. "What are you doing now?"

Simon shrugged. "Running some tests. I'm curious about how New Caprica might be affecting pregnancy." Environment always mattered—gravity, air pressure, air quality, a hundred other factors could influence things. But what could possibly be different enough to allow a hybrid pregnancy?

"Not sure it matters much, because it's not like we can send pregnant people anywhere," Cottle said.

"It's not like I'm overrun with work," Simon responded. Honestly, he thought that was half the problem here on New Caprica. There just wasn't anything for the Cylons to do. No distractions from their internal arguments, except whatever games they wanted to play with the humans.

"Right," Cottle said. But since the human was overrun with work, he left shortly after.

***

None of his tests showed anything interesting beyond the fact that it had been, from what he could tell, a perfectly healthy fetus. Perhaps he shouldn't have given her the abortion she wanted? Then he could have studied its development? But no. He'd had no reason to deny it, not without explaining why, and that would have caused a major conflict with the humans if it got out—and he couldn't see how it wouldn't. Nor how he would explain why he needed to run so many tests on her and the fetus. Even if he'd simply ordered her taken to the prison, there would have been a problem. And New Caprica had enough of those already.

If it wasn't a fluke, there would be others to study later. If it was an unrepeatable fluke, then it held no scientific value.

He'd done the right thing by following her wishes. And the next step was to find out if it had been a freak chance, or if any of the other New Caprica inseminations had worked.

***

It took a little bit of doing, but he was able to account for every single human he'd inseminated in the eight months since they'd conquered the place.

None of the ones who'd been in prison for two months or longer had gotten pregnant, but he already knew that. And confirming that was the easy part; all it took was a quick rifle through the networked files. He didn't even have to go to a terminal to log in, not for information so many of his fellow Fours were accessing regularly.

The humans who'd been in and out more quickly—and thus had fewer checkups—were harder to get data on. Humans were fetishistic about keeping information on paper, and anyway they didn't have access to computers here on New Caprica to keep data on. So he had to make a list of names and go through cabinets full of paper files to see if any of them had been to the hospital for prenatal care or abortions. And do it at a time when the humans wouldn't see him do it, which was annoying. But the offices were deserted overnight, which gave him plenty of time.

He slipped in once the staff had gone back to their tents, ignored the Centurion standing guard, and started looking.

The first woman had not been to the hospital—or at least, not been recorded as doing so—since her release from prison two months ago. Inconclusive; she might be pregnant and not have noticed yet; she might be pregnant and not arranged for medical care yet. Or, most likely, she was not pregnant; even under ideal circumstances, artificial insemination only had about an 8% success rate per attempt, and these were not ideal circumstances.

Still, he made a note to check back later.

It only took five more files before he found his first possibility. Alinda Tyritake had been brought in for questioning on some suspicion or other six months ago; she was now pregnant. Probably about five months pregnant, according to the notes, and the sonogram hadn't found anything unusual. She could feel the baby move.

It was still more likely that she was pregnant by some human, Simon reminded himself.

He copied down the information and went on to the next one.

Two hours later, he put the last of the files back and left, nodding to the Centurion as he passed it.

He needed a walk, he decided; he certainly wasn't going to be able to sleep now.

Simon wandered through town until he was in a field on the outskirts. He flung himself down onto the vegetation and stared up at the stars above.

None of the inseminated humans who had been in prison long-term were pregnant.

Twelve percent of the inseminated humans who had been released immediately were pregnant, about what he'd expect if he were running a regular fertility clinic for humans under these conditions.

The prison was prison; but it was also a better and healthier environment than the tents the humans were camping in. It was warmer and cleaner. Prisoners were under stress, of course, but while stress lowered the likelihood of carrying a pregnancy to term it did not result in universal spontaneous abortions. And it wasn't like the humans who were free had any fewer problems to worry them. Logically, if one group was going to have more successful pregnancies, it would be the prison group.

"If I were a Six or a Two, this is where I'd start talking about God's great plan," Simon mused. They were far too likely to jump to conclusions that way.

He shuddered to think what the reaction to this was going to be. All the Sixes and Twos—and half the Eights—would drop everything and head to New Caprica to see the great miracle, and never mind what got dropped elsewhere because of it. The Ones would be unbearable, vicious, in their efforts to bring them down a bit. The other Fours would probably want to relocate all the Farms—and every human with a uterus they could capture—to New Caprica to try the whole suite of experiments here. The Fives wouldn't care, but the Threes would want to stir up trouble. There wouldn't be room for anyone. It would be chaos, and he'd have no place to work.

And they'd all want things from him.

Life had been easier, when he'd been a doctor in Delphi before its destruction, when he hadn't had to factor in his entire family to every decision. New Caprica was a shithole, but at least there were few enough Cylons here that they weren't all living in each others' pockets. And since they were living in an apartment building humans had made for themselves, he could have a human-style apartment all to himself.

Was there something in the air or soil or water here on New Caprica that increased fertility rates in general? He'd have to look into that. The pregnant women were probably not carrying hybrids; it was still most likely that Iris's pregnancy was a fluke.

But if it wasn't—and if it wasn't some weird thing on New Caprica that increased human fertility—then what was it?

Iris's pregnancy wasn't the first hybrid. There was that Eight, the one who'd defected. She had gotten pregnant on Caprica, under conditions almost as bad as they had here.

But the thing she hadn't been—and the thing she had in common with Iris, and all of the others who were now pregnant—was in Cylon control. She'd spent most of that time alone with her human, and then in the Colonial Fleet.

What if there was something about standard Cylon facilities that encouraged miscarriages? Or about contact with other Cylons? Could it be the constant, low-level signal emissions that made up the web of Cylon shared consciousness? That would be highly unlikely, because it was a very low amount of radiation that shouldn't add up to more than normal background radiation.

"It would still make more sense than the idea that you need love to conceive, considering that love is not required for regular conceptions," Simon told himself. If God did not make love a requirement for pregnancy in general, why require it for human/Cylon hybridization?

He perked up. At least this proved conclusively that the problem with their past experiments wasn't a lack of love. Iris certainly didn't love him or any other Cylon, and she'd gotten pregnant with a hybrid fetus.

***

By the time he reached his apartment, he'd finished thinking things through and his mind was much quieter. Most of the Fours on planet were asleep right now, and he let the soft rhythm of their dreams rise up into his attention. He was yawning as he walked down the hall.

"You're out late."

It was a One. Simon sighed; he was tired, and all he wanted was his bed. But it would be rude to ignore him. "I went for a walk. The stars are beautiful, tonight."

"They always are," the One said. "When we can see them on this frakking hellhole."

"Yeah."

"Didn't know you were interested in astronomy," the One said.

"I'm not, really, but we don't get clear nights very often."

"I hope nothing is troubling you?" The One smiled. "You know, I do have training and experience in counseling, if you're interested in someone to talk to."

As if he'd go to a One for that! Manipulative frakkers, all of them. "I'm fine, but thanks," Simon said. "Good night." He entered his apartment and closed the door firmly behind him.

Before getting into bed, he went over to the interface terminal in the bedroom. There wasn't any news, or at least, not any interesting news; all the reports were roughly the same as they'd been for most of their time on New Caprica. And this late at night, there were very few human-form Cylons in the datastream. (The Centurions were there, of course, but they largely kept to themselves.) He set a flag for someone to tell the hospital that he would be coming in late the next day. Unnecessary, of course, they'd probably be relieved he wasn't there, but it was an old habit.

***

He got a few strange looks, walking into the hospital that afternoon, which were explained when he opened his office door to see another Four sitting in his chair. Not one he knew, which meant a new arrival to New Caprica.

"You're in my seat," he said.

The other Four stood up slowly, a glint in his eye and the shiver of amusement he didn't quite hide well enough. This was probably his first time anywhere that wasn't a basestar or the Colony—he had that superior air of humoring the poor spy corrupted by human ways that their more sheltered brothers sometimes got.

"I saw your message in the datastream, thought I'd help out."

"How'd that go?" Simon asked.

The other shrugged. "It was boring. One of the humans asked me to run a few tests; I did it because I couldn't figure out what you were working on. You didn't leave any notes."

"I wasn't expecting someone to fill in for me," Simon said. "I hope you didn't get too bored."

"I didn't have anything else to do." The Four gave him a calculating look. "Are there any experiments we could be doing? I know we can't do anything like the Farms here, we're trying to play nice, but …."

"There's actually quite a lot we don't know about Cylon bodies, as opposed to Human ones," Simon said. "Studying our fellow Cylons would be useful."

"Why bother? We can just regenerate if anything too bad happens."

"For one thing, it would make the hybridization research easier if we had a better idea of exactly where the differences were," Simon pointed out.

"Oh, I suppose." The Four cocked his head. "And it would be something to do, to pass the time. Might even be interesting."

Simon nodded. "It could be." The other Four probably hadn't ever been directly involved in the attacks or in the pursuit of the humans. He'd probably never done anything but sit around the Colony living vicariously through the memories sent back by other Cylons. Simon would be more sympathetic to his boredom if he wasn't trying to find something interesting to do by trying to take Simon's place. But after a few moments of conversation, the other Four left.

Simon double checked everything he'd done, and he'd done everything correctly that Simon could see, which was good. Having the memories—and almost all of Simon's memories of his training and work among Humans were in the datastream, and almost all of his fellow Fours had chosen to fully incorporate them—didn't necessarily mean you knew how to put them into practice. (And it definitely didn't mean you felt the same way as the copy who had originally experienced the thing you were remembering.)

Once the check was done, Simon turned to his project. He could order the Centurions to round up the possibilities and bring them to the hospital for a checkup, but why bother? They'd come in for checkups eventually anyway, and if he made sure that they had ample supplies for amniocentesis and similar tests, Cottle would use them, and he could check if they were carrying hybrid fetuses from there.

No, the thing to do next was to start looking at environmental factors that might be common to the Farms and to the prison here on New Caprica. Get tests of water quality, air quality, that sort of thing. He could do the prison himself—he was scheduled to work there next week, instead of the hospital, might as well do it then—but he'd need his brothers back in the Colonies to do the work there and send him the data.

There were no terminals in the hospital, as it was designed for humans. Simon made a note to put the request in when he got back to his apartment that evening.

***

That afternoon Simon and Cottle took inventory, going through the list of supplies the hospital had, figuring out what could be made here on New Caprica and what to request be shipped out from the Colonies. When the Cylons had first arrived, such requests had all been filled as a matter of course. These days, things were different. But they could usually still get most of the most critical things.

"So, did the other Four have a medical license, too?" Cottle asked, as they finished up.

"No," Simon said. "I was one of only three to attend medical school, and one of only a handful—" he couldn't remember exactly how many "—to get licensed and practice in the Colonies. But all of my model share what I learned, in school and in my practice."

"Is having someone else's memories the same as having done it yourself?"

"No," Simon said. "And we can transmit knowledge and skills without all the experiences that went with them, if we choose. And we normally do. What's the point of sharing all the meals in the school cafeteria, for example, or the annoyance of trying to study while your next door neighbor blasted their music at deafening volume?" And then there were the things that your brothers couldn't understand, and things that were private. Which often came to the same thing; Cylon society didn't believe in privacy, though many Cylons who'd spent time living among Humans learned to value it.

Cottle grunted. "If he shows up again to take your place, do you vouch for his skills? And his ethics? Would he do as good a job as you?"

"Maybe not as good," Simon hedged. "Probably more like an intern or resident who knows all the textbooks but has never put them into practice."

He didn't answer the question about ethics, and from the look he shot him, Cottle noticed.

***

It took a few days to get the response back from his brothers still in the Twelve Colonies; he wasn't asking for summaries of data already collected, but rather, whole new testing of everything they could get their hands on. There were a few grumbles about wasting time looking over things they already knew perfectly well, and a few approving remarks about doing things thoroughly, sent along with the data.

It was a lot to analyze, but he had the time, and so he went through it manually instead of merely having the datastream sort through it and process it. He couldn't do it at the hospital, because so many of the chemical formulas he couldn't recognize on sight. And he also needed confirmation of which ones they'd varied, and what the results had been, so he could eliminate them. Parts of it were tedious, but there was also something very satisfying about checking things off, one by one.

And also, this way he could verify that nothing had been overlooked.

While he was working his way through that project in his off hours, the supplies he'd ordered came through, and Cottle started giving amnios to his pregnant patients. The poor living conditions since the destruction of the Colonies greatly increased the risk of problems.

Humans did the needle work, but Simon processed the tests; no Human who knew how to do it had survived, that they knew of.

Simon passed on all the results completely accurately. With one exception; he did not inform anyone that he had tested for Cylon characteristics.

Of the fifteen women on his list of possible hybrid pregnancies … only one was carrying a fully-human fetus.

The other fourteen were hybrids.

He spent more time on his data analysis.

***

Simon almost missed it, and in retrospect that had to be intentional.

It was mislabeled. According to the analysis, it was a prostaglandin compound used to treat hypertension. Fairly benign.

But still, it caught his eye. That wasn't a contaminant that you would expect to find in the water anywhere except maybe around the pharmaceutical factory that produced it, and even then, only if they were particularly bad in their environmental practices. It was harmless, and so he would have dismissed it, except … it was present in the water from every Farm compound.

And in the water in the prison.

And (he checked) in the water on the basestars.

He eyed the tap in the kitchen, which he could see from the table where he was working, and decided to take a sample in to the hospital the next day.

Now, it was an old drug that Humans had used for years, and had no pregnancy complications whatsoever. But the question remained: what the frak was it doing everywhere that Cylons were? And why had nobody noticed it and used it as a variable in any of their experiments?

At first, Simon couldn't think of a reason.

So he looked up the formula to see what other drugs had the molecular formula C22H38O5. Just in case there had been an identification error.

(But an error at all twelve Farms and the prison and the basestars?)

And there was another drug with that molecular formula.

Misoprostol.

An abortificant.

…

Simon got up and went for a walk, all his thoughts and emotions tucked up carefully inside him so that none of his siblings could feel them.

It was raining outside, unfortunately, but there was a nice stand of trees not too far from the settlement that blocked the rain nicely. He could have stayed in his apartment and projected the trees, but … he needed to be moving while he thought this through.

The air was bitterly cold, and he welcomed it, letting it press through his body, wake him up. Keep him focused, instead of letting his brain run around in circles.

It had to be the Ones.

The thought had been creeping around the edges of his mind since he started looking into the chemical.

The Ones hated the idea of children, mocked it relentlessly at every turn. They thought they should be in charge, that they were the smartest and the wisest and the only ones who truly saw the world as it was, and all others should accept the place the Ones laid out for them. They'd sabotage the dreams of their fellow Cylons and laugh about it.

And they would have had the access to do it, to alter the datastream so that it would mis-identify misoprostol as something else.

But how to prove it?

No, he didn't need to prove it was the Ones, not yet; he just had to prove it had been done. There were plenty of medical reference libraries back in the Twelve Colonies; every hospital and clinic would have one. And out of the millions of medical labs that humans had had, surely at least one still had functioning equipment. All he had to do was send a discreet message to a brother still in the Twelve Colonies, have them look up the formula in a book, and run the test on Human equipment.

Once they did that, and uploaded the results to the datastream, the cat would be out of the bag. Simon couldn't predict what would happen next, but—

"Hello, Simon."

He had, he realized, been very stupid. Simon turned to face the One—there were two of them. He opened his mind wide and tried to reach his brothers—

***

Simon surged up out of the tank, gasping, but it was too late. He was cut off from the datastream; the only ones he could reach were the Ones kneeling around the edge, watching him flop around in the confusion of Resurrection.

"I don't know why you started poking around now, after you'd pretty much given up on the whole reproduction project," one of them said, "but we can't have it. Everything is much better without children, I'm sure you understand. It's a nice distraction for some of our brothers and sisters, but that's all it can ever be. A distraction."

"Besides, can you imagine what would happen if you told everyone about what we'd done?" the Ones said. "Why, it would tear the Cylons apart! So much for Cylon unity. We'd be as bad as the Humans."

"If you wanted Cylon unity, you should have abided by the consensus," Simon said.

"The consensus was wrong."

Another One snorted. "Besides, what do you think kids would do, in the long run, to our unity? Instead of seven models, there would be God only knows how many running around. Each one unique." He spat the word, as if it were dirty.

"How did you figure out I was onto you?" Simon asked.

"A notification any time someone looks up the chemical composition of that abortificant," a One said.

Simon could probably have figured that one out on his own, he realized. "What are you going to do with me?" he said. "My brothers will notice I'm gone."

"Will they? There's thousands of Fours, and a couple hundred of you on New Caprica. What's one, out of so many?"

"But only three of us actually went to medical school," Simon pointed out. "Every Four out there has memories from me, incorporated into their core self. Some more or less than others, but they've all got something. They'll notice that I'm not there."

"No." The One smiled. "They won't. You think you're the first? You aren't. They won't ever think to ask what happened to you."

He reached down below the lip of the tank, to where Simon knew the controls were.

Everything went dark.

[coreyndanian]

Coming in November 2024

For the past four years, I have spent November publishing one story from different fandoms on a daily basis over at archiveofourown.org under my pen name "Sehin" from the 1st to the 30th. The first time was simply whatever I came up with on the day and no editing whatsoever. Since then, I've been planning ahead of time and last year I spent October writing all of them. I have continued that trend for this year too and am rather excited with the stories I have set up this year.

The stories range from fluff to AUs to canon compliant to my personal headcanons to OC inserts to the Explicit Smut I know quite a few people enjoy. What I most enjoy are any comments people make and I love sharing stuff with others. Heck, those encourage me more to write more than anything else and even change some of what I've been writing. I can only edit so much personally despite having a Cert IV in Professional Writing and Editing myself and had studied most of the Diploma before life sent me in another direction.

As to this years chosen stories, well here is what is coming each day this year (at least as of October 10th 2024 and this may change but I'll just add to this post in advance):

1st - Naruto 2nd - Avatar: The Last Airbender 3rd - DC Comics / Batman / Robin / Red Robin 4th - Soul Eater 5th - Attack on Titan 6th - Star Trek: The Original Series 7th - My Hero Academia 8th - Ben 10 / Ben 10: Alien Force 9th - Battlestar Galactica 1978-1979 10th - Star Wars 11th - Naruto 12th - Avatar: The Legend of Korra 13th - DC Comics 14th - Mobile Suit Gundam Wing 15th - Attack on Titan 16th - Star Trek: Deep Space Nine 17th - Marvel Comics 18th - Ben 10 / Ben 10: Alien Force 19th - Battlestar Galactica 2003-2009 20th - Star Wars 21st - Naruto (Explicit) 22nd - Avatar: The Legend of Korra (Explicit or Mature) 23rd - DC Comics / Batman / Robin / Red Robin (Explicit) 24th - Soul Eater (Explicit or Mature) 25th - Attack on Titan (Explicit) 26th - Neon Genesis Evangelion: Campus Apocalypse (Explicit or Mature) 27th - TBA * 28th - Ben 10 / Ben 10: Alien Force (Explicit or Mature) 29th - Shadowhunter Chronicles / The Dark Artifices (Explicit or Mature) 30th - Star Wars **

Initially the 27th was a Mobile Suit Gundam Wing story with Mature or Explicit material but it wasn't working in my head so it's scrapped. Still working out what could take its place. Also, I never write Explicit or Mature Star Wars stories, unless it involves Luke Skywalker and Mara Jade since I favour that pairing like crazy.

Anyway, keep an eye out and I'll post the "Series" tag here when I begin. See you November 1st on AO3 as Sehin :).

[moistvonlipwig]

For the Battlestar galactica show: #1,3,7,9,10, 16, 19,20,21,25

whoa bsg!!! what a throwback...i don't think i'll be able to answer all these questions because it's been so long since i've followed any active bsg people but i will try :)

1. the character everyone gets wrong

the fact that people demonize boomer and uplift athena as the "good eight" despite the fact that boomer literally never did anything athena also hasn't done enrages me to this day. and yes canon started this "good eight"/"bad eight" dichotomy, but fandom shouldn't have continued it. -_- justice for boomer always -- in canon, in fandom, and beyond.

3. screenshot or description of the worst take you've seen on tumblr

this one i don't think i can answer, sorry! :( it's been too long since i've regularly seen bsg takes and i can't think of an interestingly bad one to talk about here.

7. what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them?

i'll have to pass on this one too, sorry!

9. worst part of canon

WHAT THEY DID TO BOOMER. i will ALWAYS be mad about how they massacred her character after the new caprica arc. she was the BEST character on the show and her interactions with caprica six were AMAZING and the interplay between her and athena could've been SO GOOD and she could've come to embody the themes of the show so beautifully. but then they uh. did All of That *handwaves at the rest of boomer's screentime in s3 & s4* instead

10. worst part of fanon

i don't know if this is truly the worst part of fanon since again i'm very detached from bsg fandom but the idea that the webisodes are just as canon as the main show always annoyed me. sorry but if it's not in the show it's not in the show, you can't point to a webisode that not everyone will or can access in order to justify writing choices made in the show proper. and no one has to accept the events of the webisodes as canon if they don't want to. like me <3

16. you can’t understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)

hm well i can't answer this with a fandom element whose popularity i don't understand which i think is what is the question is implicitly asking, but a canon element whose popularity i don't understand is helo agathon who apparently is quite well-liked among bsg fans despite having zero personality and actively making athena worse as a character just by existing near her.

19. you’re mad/ashamed/horrified you actually kind of like…

i'm not ashamed (i think it's silly to be ashamed of liking things!), but i AM kinda mad that i like lee adama because he is such an ass. alas i do like him and also i kind of ship him with roslin more than i ship his father with roslin. whoops!

20. part of canon you found tedious or boring

kara thrace's entire deal was deeply boring to me and became actively tedious once she...died and became an angel? or whatever the hell that was? even though they already had a religious martyr character in roslin? lol. anyway. the most interesting thing kara thrace ever did was turn into a pigeon

21. part of canon you think is overhyped

starbuck/apollo. WHO cares. ZZZ.

25. common fandom complaint that you’re sick of hearing

eh, i don't know that i'm 'sick' of hearing this complaint, but i do think the hate for s4 and even the finale is overblown. there are definitely aspects of s4 & the finale that i don't like (tory foster deserved better for one, and helo and athena's daughter being mitrochondrial eve sure was a choice!), but i really don't think they were some sort of catastrophic failure the way some people talk about them. EXCEPT for boomer's arc. that was a catastrophic failure and we SHOULD be talking about it all the time

[criticalfai1ure]

( 001 ).   hi, i’m alex🔪, 30+, she/her.   ( 002 ).   welcome to #criticalfai1ure : a semi-selective and slow roleplay blog for a multitude of characters, many of whom you've seen me write elsewhere on this hellsite. ( 003 ).   you must be 18+ to interact.   ( 004 ).   my inbox is always open and memes never expire, send something today! ( 005 ).   like i said above, i am slow. this is with ic responses and many times with ooc too. i do my best but i'm a mom with a full-time job and i appreciate your patience more than you know. ( 006 ).   blogroll : @pizzatheif, @mirafirstmate, @sniperwithasmoke, @wallyclarkmemorial. ( 007 ).   most active muses in my brain : hugo ; august ; max ; diego ; basher.

est. april 2023    —    dash only.    beta editor. memes. google site. alt verses. interest tracker. incomplete gdoc.

MUSE LIST : ( updated 9.13.24 )

BATTLESTAR GALACTICA

karl “helo” agathon. ( private / plotted only )

BULLET TRAIN

tangerine - arthur [redacted] junior. formerly TANGERINESOUR

DUNGEONS & DRAGONS

edgin darvis. ( d&d : honor among thieves ) - human bard. chaotic good.

hardwon surefoot. ( naddpod ) - human / half-elf fighter. neutral good.

neega “neenee” axeslinger - half-orc bard. chaotic good.

basil “baz” silvertongue - half-orc warlock. chaotic neutral. character sheet gdoc.

lady favour of vawdeen - tiefling bard. chaotic neutral.

FALLOUT

hank maclean.

GHOSTBUSTERS formerly WHOYAGCNNACALL

peter venkman.

winston zeddemore.

ray stantz.

egon spengler.

janine melnitz.

GRISHAVERSE

ivan medvedev. formerly BEARTSAR

matthias helvar. formerly DJELVAR

pekka rollins. formerly KAELISHKINGPIN

jan van eck. ( private / plotted only )

jarl brum. ( private / plotted only )

KAOS

eurydice “riddy”.

LUPIN

benjamin ferel. ( testing )

MISC. / ORIGINAL CHARACTERS

hugo van houten - pizza fiend, petty thief, dumb of ass. formerly PIZZATHEIF

sebastian maximiliano “red”/“max” rojas - pilot, first mate, doomed by the narrative. formerly MIRAFIRSTMATE

leland sleight - scientist medic, traitor, bringer of the second apocalypse. affl with STORYSCRAWLED

thadeus p. louton - empath, scaredy-cat, paranormal investigator. formerly DISCOUNTEMPATH

herbert montgomery “monty” mustard. ( headcanon based ; clue ) - colonel, war profiteer, murderer?

jacques “jb” fèvre - art forger, liar, thief. formerly CONTREFACTEUR

kiyajara “kiki” sepúlvida - jb’s best friend, a better thief, the stabbiest.

ser bérénice “bernie” du bouclier - knight of the realm, right hand to the prince, lady of the shield. formerly TRIOMPHANTE; affl with WARSRAGE

felix hwa - army medic, heart of gold, in over his head. affl with GRAVEWALKS

oscar archibald ricketts - lighthouse keeper, keeper of the souls lost to the rocks, wraith? ( but too good at his job to bother replacing ).

silas “slightly” guthrie. ( headcanon based ; peter pan ) - ex-lost boy, current pirate?, still lost.

bernardino garcia “bear” - tattoo artist, brass knuckle brawler, assassin zookeeper. affl with CHAMPAGNEPROBLLEMS

oswald “oz” o'síoráin - bass guitarist, mummy's boy, number one hype man for his bandmates. affl with RICHMND

taylor barbaira - teen sleuth, lost in the woods, doomed by the narrative ( but eldritch ). affl with the MYRTLE SPRINGS DETECTIVE CLUB

MISC. PIRATE MEDIA

august van de hoek - dutch privateer turned pirate captain, teetotaller, the foothold of a legend that no longer reflects its source material.

fergus byrne. ( potc / ride based ) - navigator, helmsman, harbinger of death. formerly HELMSRNAN

john “calico jack” rackham. ( black sails ). formerly SICUTCANIS

james norrington. ( potc + headcanon based ).

jack the monkey. formerly JACKTHEMONKCY ( private / plotted only )

joshamee gibbs. formerly SUPERSTITIOUSSAILOR ( private / plotted only )

MISC. SHERLOCK HOLMES MEDIA

colonel sebastian “basher” moran. ( moriarty : the devil’s game ). ( private / plotted only )

colonel sebastian moran. ( elementary ). pending me watching the show.

sebastian a. "basher" moran. ( modern hotd/acd ) formerly SNIPERWITHASMOKE ( yes i have a problem, pls do not perceive me ).

NIMONA

ballister boldheart. ( movie based / comic influence ). ( testing ).

STRANGER THINGS

jim hopper. formerly HOPALONGJIM ( private / plotted only )

TED LASSO

roy kent. formerly FUCKINGKENT ( carrd )

THE BIG DOOR PRIZE

dusty hubbard. ( testing )

THE ROAD TO EL DORADO

tulio.

THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY

number two “diego” hargreeves. formerly FIGHTKNIFE

WYNONNA EARP

john henry “doc” holliday. formerly LUNGSLINGER

john henry holliday ii - legacy, sharpshooter, sidekick.