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avaetin · 1 year ago

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Happy New Year!

I planned to post this on the week of Christmas, but I figured it was more appropriate to post now. This is just me sharing my plans for 2024 (For PJO. Who knows maybe I'll join a new fandom this year-). The 2023 Masterlist helped me, so I figured I'd do it as well for this year.

Non-AO3 related:

"Cards of Fate"

This is a project still under discussion with the wonderful artist coma.stash. I want to make a card set for A Kairos Moment (A - K, and Joker card) featuring characters that correspond to said card. So, for example, Ace of Hearts = Nico, etc. I plan to make a physical copy for my own self, but I will be sharing the digital copy here online. This is what the “poll” from some time ago was about. This project has no specific deadline other than this year. Again, still under discussion with Coma, but I'm excited to make this happen.

AO3 related:

A Kairos Moment

I have plans to finish it this year. I think it might be possible, but we'll just have to see. I give it latest 2025…? Because once I finish my ongoing Percico fic, this will be my main focus.

Can't Say Goodbye (I'm Still Drifting With Your Echoes)

To finish this year. Likely before mid-year.

The Recollection of Nico di Angelo's Memories

This is a series I just started. This series is supposed to showcase Nico's mortal life, in no specific order, in the Primordial AU. We just started off with Christmas, so there will also be ‘records’ of his birthday, his travels, other demigods’ birthday, etc.

And now, for individual works:

“We Could Be”

Pairing: God! Percy Jackson/Nico di Angelo (Percico)

Rating: To be Determined

Premise: In which God! Percy Jackson makes a plea to the primordial god Chronos to grant him passage through different universes and timelines to find a copy of Nico to replace the one he lost.

“Memoirs of a Cradle Robber”

Pairing: Alabaster Torrington/Nico di Angelo

Rating: Explicit

Premise: The unconventional way of how Alabaster and Nico got together.

“(Undetermined)”

Pairing: Alabaster Torrington/Nico di Angelo

Rating: To be Determined

Premise: Sequel to “Memoirs of a Cradle Robber”. In which Hazel demands to know who Nico's mystery boyfriend is.

“People Ruin Beautiful Things” (Unofficial Title)

Pairing: Alabaster Torrington/Nico di Angelo

Rating: To be Determined

Premise: People ruin beautiful things. Alabaster was no exception.

In which Nico keeps on leaving, and Alabaster has no means of making him stay. (Getting together)

2x “(Undetermined)”

Pairing: Alabaster Torrington/Nico di Angelo

Rating: Explicit

Premise: (Purely indulgent one-shot fics)

“The Bride of Necro” (Unofficial Title)

Pairing: Jason Grace/Nico di Angelo

Rating: To be Determined

Premise: In which Nico could not cope with Jason’s death.

I welcome prompts too. Please feel free to send some, but no guarantees that I can write it. I'm open to the idea of participating in events as well, but I need so much planning ahead of time Q u Q.

#primordial god! chronos x ananke! nico #chronos (pjo)#nico di angelo #percy jackson #jason grace #alabaster c torrington #alabaster torrington #percico #jasico #nicobaster #nion #pjo #2024 projects

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tauiiisms · 4 years ago

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Navigation [UNDER CONSTRUCTION]

THE WORLD

[Links to bios and starters won't be updated until around 4:00-5:00pm CST. I'm hoping to have everyone's bios written and posted before then.]

For those who'd rather roleplay in the normal world, feel free to skip to the rules. Roleplays will be tagged with #NW for normal world and #AT for my world building.

It's 2025, but things have been different from our world for a while. Ever since the hippies and their 'free love' attitude hit the mainstream, the world's become more and more sex-positive. Scientific research has been poured into making sex safer. All forms of both control are more effective than ever (and easily reversible). All STDs are easily treatable, and many have become fully curable in recent years. Comprehensive sexual education is given in all schools. Prostitution has been legalized.

Of course, it's not all about sex. The world in general has moved on to embracing the luxuries of life. The drinking age has been universally lowered to 18, though countries with lower ages have retained them. Marijuana and LSD, along with other softer drugs, have been fully legalized. Hard drugs have been decriminalized, and funding into rehab programs has skyrocketed. Universal Basic Income has been introduced, allowing most people to live a modest life working on 20 hours a week, allowing hobbies to flourish and life to be enjoyed more.

Eventually, due to the increased sex-positivity and free time, Free Use Zo es started popping up. Those who live there can have sex with who they want, when they want, where they want, assuming consent is given. Of course, you can't just waltz into such a community like this. Anyone who's been charged with a sex crime is barred entry until it's cleared, and especially in the early years of these communities, you need to show a comprehensive understanding of sexual safety and consent. The easiest way to do this is to attend a sex college, a one year program that teaches you everything you need to know.

That's where Alpha Tau comes in. Alpha Tau, abbreviated as AT, is one of five "fraternities" (in name only; they function more like colleges at a normal University) at the prestigious Rainbow Shores University, located in Rainbow Shores in northern California. While the others are separated by gender (on fraternity for straight women, one for gay women, one for straight men, and one for gay men), AT is for both bisexual men and women. Dorms are two people per room, and your roommate can be of either gender. Classes are twenty students a piece, ten men and ten women (non binary students are assigned by their sex if they're comfortable with it. Those who experience dysphoria, along with trans students, have a special class with teachers who've also experienced it and know how to work around it), and two teachers, a man and a woman. Classes have both lecture styled lessons and practical experience sections. In the building, there's a rec room, a gym, a library, and all kinds of entertainment, and the best part is, it's all free use! Students get a slice of that heavenly life many of them hope to achieve.

Or, of course, if you'd rather stay in the normal world, RSU is just another University, pretty on the outside, and only okay once you're inside.

THE RULES

1. Mun and all Muses are 18+. Smut is always on the table for me, so let me know if you'd rather keep it clean.

2. No gore, blood, potty play, etc. I'm also not into heavy BDSM, like the latex suits and such. Please let me know your limits if I haven't covered them.

3. My inbox is always open! If you want to plot or have any questions about the characters, just chat with me!

4. All of my open starters are always open! It doesn't matter if I've already started roleplaying with someone else, you're free to respond to the starter and we'll start a new roleplay together!

5. If I don't reply within 3 days, feel free to message me. I get busy with work, and my hours vary, so I probably won't be the most consistent.

6. If you're roleplaying in the Alpha Tau universe, let me know if you want our characters to be classmates! Class 1C is almost filled, but I'll swap characters around if you want. Same goes for dorm assignments.

7. Not really a rule, but all my gifs and icons I use are reblogged here!

THE CHARACTERS

The characters will be grouped up into categories based on their roles in the Alpha Tau universe. Any information regarding classroom and roommate are for that universe, and can be discarded if you want to play in the normal world.

Bolded character names mean they're fully fledged out and I'm prepared to play them. Italic character names are characters I'm really feeling and want to play as, even if I'm still working things out. Students who are in organizations outside of the school will be listed in both for organization sake.

All characters are bi/pan. Just makes things easier. All students are 19.

[All Bios] [Student Bios] [Non Student Bios] [Male Characters] [Female Characters] [Enby Characters]

Students

Class 1C

Jenna Abernathy

Eliora Hopkins

Davina Kelly

Sam Cain

Damien Jackson

Robin Roux

Jordan Miller

Imani Barnes

Peter O'Malley

Glacia Winters

Cyril Oliver

Daisy McDonald

Kasey Torres

Connor Pax

Lilly Crowe

Simon Flores

Benjamin Thames

Leopold Slate

Chloe Alverez

Class 1D

Rose Elliot

Dexter Payne

Milo Marsh

Hazel Ryan

Emi Honda

Amelia Arthurs

Isabella Jung

Non Students

Blessed Goddess Tea Club

Glacia Winters

Flora Edelweiss

Lucy Little

Poisoned Youth

Davina Kelly

Andi Hill

Ty Marshall

Aaron Caulfield

Ian Hill

[Open Starters] [Starter Memes]

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justanchorandhope · 8 years ago

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cecilia! she reminds me of you're the sky! was that pregnancy as stressful for grace as the twins? or was it smooth sailing? is there any chance we'll get to see spring/summer/autumn of 2025? I just reread sota and teacakes and I miss my lil babies. and tbh, I wanna know more about everyone, lou and millie, teddy, catherine, jane, rebecca and michael, hazel and even brandon and chelsea!

It wasn't as stressful of a pregnancy as the twins, but Grace was so miserable and uncomfortable and Cecilia was two weeks overdue and Grace was very annoyed and cranky! Especially since she expected her three weeks early because all her previous pregnancies had been delivered early!I'd be more than happy to answer any questions you have about other characters!!

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jabronixav · 6 years ago

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Holo; Part 2

Before we go any further with this story, I just wanted to take this time to explain everything that you don’t already know. I am writing this all to my memory disk, as this pod won’t reach the surface for a little while. I wouldn’t be doing this anywhere else, but this place just seemed safest. I am an android, but I don’t know my model, and I don’t have a special set of procedures which I will blindly follow through a program. In every way imaginable, I feel that I am a human, but there comes the problem: I am not. I don’t have skin, or a brain. I look less human than all other androids I’ve seen, yet process in a more human manner than any of them do. I only have a set of numbers to my name, yet for some reason I possess an independent thinking mind. So here comes the question I have been pondering since my reawakening: Why am I like this?

Alongside this pondering about my life, there’s the history of this world I gotta explain. Chances are, you’re a human reading this, which means there’s no way you could’ve lived to see all of what I’m about to say. For this, we need to start from the beginning:

Centuries ago, there was a catastrophic war that broke out, bringing a vast majority of the earth’s nations together to ensure the survival of mankind. The year was 2027, and the otherworldly life-force known as the Sacramentals would invade the planet. These beings were nearly identical to your average human being, with the only exception to the similarities being their physical ability. The average child was capable of leaping like a puma, sprinting like a cheetah, and pouncing like a tiger. They were fearsome beings on the field, and devoted entirely to battle from birth, thus earning them the alias of ‘Sacramental’.

Alongside this, their battle strategy and wit was hardly matched by a human. Some say their patience before combat was impeccable, allowing them to wait for entire decades before beginning their invasion on the planet earth. They had noticed a decline in governmental powers and militaries worldwide by 2025, and finally decided to begin their attack in ‘27. This invasion was known as the Great Collapse. In a matter of two weeks, nearly every nation on the planet fell to the knees of the Sacramentals. Major cities worldwide such as Shanghai, New York City, Tokyo, Dubai, and several others were used as herding grounds, and most of the population was wiped out. Survivors were treated like cattle in massive prisons, built around these cities. Many people claimed it was the beginning of the end. But, through some stroke of courage, anger, and a lot of luck, humanity fought back. Hidden research commenced from the scraps of what was left behind during the collapse, and humanity’s ‘Madagascar Project’ was completed.

Androids, all built with the DNA of a human. Many people donated their DNA to allow themselves to live on in a stronger, grander body, to allow themselves to rest peacefully, knowing their mind is still fighting to defend society. It only took months before nations were rebuilding themselves from the hands of humans and androids alike. They may have been made from pieces of steel, carbon, and plastic, but they thought like a human, and fought like one, too. These undercover communities soon made themselves clear, and in a long and arduous ten year war, the Sacramental forces that once plagued the earth with acts of enslavement and torture were repelled back from the planet. Since that day, the earth has greatly advanced technologically, but a steep decline in the population of the human race caused enough of a stir to spark a civil war on earth itself, placing androids against their creators. Before I was placed into a deep sleep, I had only heard news of the human race declining rapidly. I have no knowledge of where they stand today.

I heard a loud hiss, and after a moment of silence, smoke filled the pod. I kicked the door a few times, and successfully knocked the door off of its hinges after a third kick. A large fog of snow and wind coated my vision. For several moments I was completely blind aside from the interior of the pod, until I was met with the barrel of a gun.

“Freeze.” A voice said. “Not so hard to do in this weather.” She followed with. I sat back in the seat slowly as she leaned in. Her face was pale, and her brown hair was tied in a bun, dotted with white snowflakes. The only other feature I could identify were her green eyes. The rest of her face was covered with an orange scarf. I tilted my head slowly.

“You’re not Sacramental, I don’t think. Give me your hands, I’ll pull you out.” Like the idiot I was, I gave her my hands. It wasn’t even five seconds later that she placed magnetic cuffs on me. I couldn’t move my hands at all, and my arms became too heavy to move. She grabbed my armpit and pulled me into the snow before shouting under her scarf. “I got one, Quinn.” I looked up at her, sitting with my legs crossed and my arms laid out in front of me in the snow. From my view, the only thing I could see were her ankle-high black boots and the flare she had just popped. I had also gotten a better view of the gun, which appeared to be a type of pump-action shotgun, considerably aged and definitely used several times before. It was at this point that she caught me staring, and yanked my head down, and pulled the memory disk out from the back of my model’s neck.

The next immediate thought on my memory disk was of the mysterious lady from earlier, still donning that scarf, walking out from beside me as I sat in the pew of a church. It was the very front row, and the church had seen much better days. There were holes throughout its stone roof, with rays of light and some snowflakes falling through the cracks. I leaned back in the pew as I watched her walk up to the front, where an altar would normally be. There was no altar, however, only stacks of boxes, labeled with different calibers of ammunition. I had placed my hands on the pew before realizing that I could actually move them, and that I was no longer tied down. My sudden rise caused her to turn her head.

“I thought you’d have to undergo some long startup sequence.” It only took me a moment to realize she was poking fun of my model’s age. If I could sigh, you bet I would. “I want to apologize for earlier. You fell out in the open, and in a Sacramental pod, so I put two and two together-” She interrupted herself after pulling out a small, machete-like weapon from her back. “But I guess two plus two equals five. Here, you will need this.” I grabbed the machete before realizing it was made of the same material I am. It had a thick, black carbon blade and a silver handle. I was too busy inspecting this to realize the woman had run up to the back of the chancel. I looked to her, then back to the front door to see if anyone was coming. “Rectory’s our only way out.” She said before looking back to me as I watched the door. “We have a guy in the belltower, you won’t have to worry about anything, but only if we move now.” I began to jog over to her. My feet clanked the wooden floor below, and I awkwardly held the machete in my offhand.

The rectory was darker than the church itself. It was directly next to and below the main church building. The woman and I made our way slowly through the carpeted halls of this war torn building, peeking into every nearby open door and glancing at the crosses and paintings on the walls. Even I knew this building was ancient, people hardly ever used wood anymore.

“Stop for a moment.” The woman whispered very quietly, and the stomping of boots could be heard above. She peered over at my face. “Second Sacrament.” She said as she pointed upward. I nodded slowly before she peered back up. Dust fell from the ceiling as they wandered through, and after several more moments, the footsteps had ceased. We both stood in silence for a little while before we shared a nod to continue moving. She moved quickly up to a door and motioned her head with a beckoning tilt. I walked through the doorway and she shut it behind me, lowering a bar to block the door itself. A cellar door left rays of light to enter the fairly darkened room, and without hesitation, she knocked on it twice. Following this, the door creaked open, illuminating the room with a white glow.

“Up we go.” A deeper voice said as a gloved hand came down. This figure grabbed the woman’s arm and pulled her up. After only a moment and some rustling, the hand returned back down. Glancing back at the barred door, I placed the machete into my other hand, and grabbed the arm with my free one. I was pulled up with the greatest of ease, and got a greater look at the figure. It was only for a moment, but I caught his hazel eyes. He had very dark skin and short, curly hair. He even had a bit of a beard growing.

“Quinn, where’s the truck?” The woman asked to the man, whose slim figure still towered over both of us in height. Without another word, he extended his long arm toward the snowy road beside us, and with two snaps of his fingers, a red light illuminated on his hand, followed by the roar of an engine not too far off from the street. Following the now visible headlights, the three of us walked toward the truck, trekking through the ankle-high snow beneath our feet.

The back seat of the truck was a heavy-duty truck with a cargo bed on the back, also known as a pickup truck. Although, this model seemed relatively new, newer than any I had ever seen. This made me wonder how long I had been asleep for. I had plenty of time to ponder this again, as the three of us sat quietly in the truck as Quinn drove through the snow. I hadn’t peered out the window since the beginning of the ride, and I had lost track of time after thinking about various miscellaneous topics. Not to mention, my inability to vocalize doesn’t exactly make me the most social individual in this vehicle. I didn’t even need to know anything about these two to know that.

“J, by the way.” The woman said before turning her head to look toward mine. “My name is J.” Quinn glanced back for a second.

“Dude can’t talk, telling him your name’s not gonna do much.” he said, chuckling a bit. The two exchanged words as I began to zone out again, sitting in the back seat of this truck with a machete by my feet and my hands on the cushions. I felt like a child, really, and J. and Quinn felt like my parents. It filled me with a feeling of nostalgia, for some reason. It was bittersweet, in a way. I never experienced this before, though, as I am an android, yet I felt intrigued by the parental fighting going on before me. Sliding to the right in the seat behind J, I peered out the tinted window. The snowstorm had cleared up, and the fields beside us were coated with white. The truck’s tired trekked through this terrain with ease, and the fields beside us passed quickly.

Quinn must’ve taken notice of my wandering eyes as he motioned the rear-view mirror to face me.

“New Normandy. Paris was Ground Zero for the Second Sacrament attack. We’re getting to Belgium before they do.” I nodded for a moment before peering back over to the fields. “But first we need to make a pit-stop, shouldn’t take long.” Ahead of us was a large house on the side of this snowy road, with a modern camp built around it. Seeing the wooden, aged house beside a camp of metallic crates and tents made me tilt my head a bit. All of this was modern to them, but a little too modern to me. Quinn pulled us very close to the house, turning the ignition and shutting off the engine. J turned and snapped a picture of me on a small widget attached to her wrist, and I just sat there, taking this all in.

“Be right back.” She said, opening up the car and shutting it behind her, walking toward the tents. A few people took notice of her and marched through the snow to her, meeting beside a small circle of chairs. She displayed her wrist to them, and one of them pointed to us in the car. She nodded her head, lowering her arm and patting one of the figures shoulders. Their faces were unrecognizable as they were cloaked in thick blankets and hoods except for one, heavyset man with a receding buzz cut. J returned to the car, pulling the door open after waving farewell to the congregation.

“Yeah, that’s definitely who they’re after.” J said. This caused Quinn to look back at me with a flat, concerned expression. “Son of a bitch.” He muttered.

“You didn’t really think a pod would fall from that ship and not cause a stir, did you?” J asked Quinn with a condescending tone. She leaned back in her chair, pulled her phone out, and opened up a map. It projected into the air before her. “We still got 200 miles or so, we’ll never make it in time.” Quinn began to pull out from the house, steering back onto the road and driving in the same direction we were going before we pulled in.

“Just-” He muttered before scratching his forehead. The engine’s roar took over as we sped up down the road. Quinn never finished that sentence.

#holo #cyberpunk

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