#i just love the aesthetic ive implanted into my mind

[dipsticktapedeck]

Transformers wild west au. I'd elaborate but I have no further information. Just a dream.

[experimentaldragonfire]

i may have stayed up until now (quarter to four in the morning) to watch all of the good omens miniseries and i have some Thoughts

(and tumblr is Not Letting Me Put In A Readmore so i will tag this to death and then you can hopefully avoid these SPOILERS)

EDIT: fixed it on desktop

——SPOILERS BELOW———-

-first off i was Not A Fan of the narration. like, at all. while i appreciate that they were trying to keep in all the in-text witticisms for people who hadn’t read the book, it just came off as unnecessary and as kind of a tell-instead-of-show thing to me, and my favorite bits were the parts where there were long stretches with no narration at all

-that being said, overall i did enjoy the series well enough—i wasn’t expecting it to be as good as/better than the book so i didn’t really have sky-high expectations

-some of the added scenes were a bit odd to me mostly because i have the book’s timeline so firmly implanted in my mind that they sort of come off as “when would they have the time for this?” and “wait what”

-they Did Let Aziraphale Say Fuck

-the series definitely gets better after the first couple episodes, which may directly correlate with the decrease in narration after those two

-i actually really did like the first half of episode 3, with aziraphale and crowley throughout history

-david tennant is a national treasure and honestly was absolutely excellent (especially in the later episodes—the bookshop-on-fire scene was actually pretty heartbreaking)

-i don’t think they did bookshop drunk justice and i can’t quite put my finger on why (though it might have to do with how i’ve always imagined it as them slouched together on the same threadbare tartan couch in the back room of the bookshop)

-speaking of the BOOKSHOP, it was...far too elegant and bright. like, don’t get me wrong, i would love to go there and browse—which is exactly why it’s aesthetically wrong (and again, i get that that’s a change that has to be made for film—not much good lighting in dingy inhospitable secondhand bookshops)

-i Really Didn’t Like the change where when the horsemen faced the Them, the Them all used the flaming sword to defeat the horsepeople rather than fighting with the improv versions of the horsepeoples’ symbolic weapons—it failed to do the parallel between the Them and the horsepeople justice

-Dog was adorable

-i understand that it was probably necessary to cut the other “horsepeople” (can’t remember their actual title rip) for time/focusing on other stories’ sake, but I had sort of been looking forward to that interaction

-i did appreciate the extended epilogue bits (though no cottage in the south downs was mentioned, which i feel is a tragedy)

-.....also it Is True, aziraphale and crowley are very married in this adaptation

-they REARRANGED THE BEST BIT OF THE BOOK (and while it is nice to end the show on the “spark of goodness in you/just enough of a bastard” exchange—it loses some of the raw emotion it would have had had it been where it is in the book)

-actually on that point i’m annoyed aziraphale and crowley didn’t get to hold hands while brandishing their weapons in preparation for satan

-actually ACTUALLY i’m still a little annoyed that satan really appeared

-sad we didn’t get to see Aziraphale’s Adventures in Discorporation aka The Televangelist Scene

-aziraphale didn’t call crowley “my dear” nearly enough

-music during the m25 scene was far less upbeat than i was imagining??? though that might just be me

-i did like the whole swap thing in the epilogue! amusingly i’m like 90% sure ive read that scenario in multiple fanfics

-anathema/newt were....okay. don’t really have much to say about them

-i genuinely can’t remember if the book spent as much time on the horsepeople messing with the computers at the airbase? but i felt like it was overdone in the show

-newt’s reliant robin was great (and him desperately hoping someone would ask about the name)

-shadwell and tracey were also okay (they’re nowhere near my favorite characters though so i wasn’t particularly invested)

-AGNES NUTTER WAS EXCELLENT

-the cgi explosions were a little distracting whenever they happened

-honestly i think some of the best parts were when they just had aziraphale and crowley bantering back and forth for a bit, it felt quite natural actually

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and that’s all i’m going to say for now because it is Past 4AM at the moment

[buckyscrystalqueen]

Stepping Up Again: Part 7

Pairings: Chibs x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, angst, teenage pregnancy, so much angst

Word Count: 3,059

A/N: This series is a continuation of Stepping Up! Read that first if you haven’t! Hold onto your pants, though because this is gunna be a wild ride! 

A/N 2: This is the part where y’al are gunna HATE ME!!!!

Stepping Up Masterlist        Aesthetic by @ravenangel33

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“So what are we going to do about the housing situation?” You asked Chibs as the two of you stood outside the hospital to smoke a cigarette. He sighed as he sat down on the top part of the bench and shrugged.

“Well Kerrianne bought up possibly movin’ in wit’ Tim ta give us more room. We could move Kellan in ta ‘er room on our side’a the ‘ouse which leaves the oth’a two rooms open for them an’ the nursery.” You nodded slowly as you yawned around your cigarette. “Luv, ye need ta go ‘ome an’ get some bloody rest.”

“I’m fine.” You looked over at him with a small smile and blinked your tired eyes a few times. You couldn’t help but huff a laugh as you took a long drag of your smoke. “OK, so I’m fucking tired. Whatever.” He nodded as he pat the top part of the bench beside him and held out his arm to welcome you into his embrace.

“‘ow ‘bout ye go ‘ome an’ take a nap. I’ll stay ‘ere wit’ the babes for a few hours, aye?” You nodded as you sat down and leaned into his side, letting your exhaustion start to seep its way into your bones. You let your head fall onto his shoulder as he squeezed your arm.

“Jesus… what the fuck happened?” He shook his head slowly as he took the last drag of his cigarette and flicked it out toward the road.

“I wish I’d an answ’a for ye, luv. But we’re goin’ ta be jus’ fine no matta wha’, ye ‘ear?” You nodded against his shoulder and finished your cigarette as you putted out of his grip.

“Alright, I’m gunna go say bye to Kels before I head out. See if she needs anything from the house.” He nodded as you stretched your arms over your head and laughed at the small pops and cracks you got in response.

“Ye’r gettin’…”

“Shut up, Filip.” You said with a laugh as you pushed his arm. You shook your head and took his hand on your way back into the hospital. With every step you took, you realized just how tired you really were. “God, you know what sounds great right now? A dip in the hot tub.”

“Mmm an’ Kellan’s a school. We’d ‘ave the ‘ouse to ourselves…” You moaned as you headed down the hallway toward Kelsi’s room.

“When was the last time we had an empty house? Ten years ago? Fif…” You words were cut off as a nurse raced past you and turned into Kelsi’s room. Your feet stumbled as the sounds of people talking over each other finally grabbed your attention and you took off at a run. “Kels?”

“Stay ou’ there!” Kerrianne yelled at you at the same moment Chibs grabbed you around the middle to keep you in the hallway. You grabbed at his arms as your eyes focused on your baby girl, who was currently having a massive seizure and being held down to the bed by a couple nurses. You were too in shock to even move or make a sound. Your mouth simple opened and closed soundlessly as your tired mind tried to wrap around what was going on.

“Filip.” You finally said as they rolled Kelsi’s still body onto her back and started CPR. “Filip, fix this!” He shook his head and squeezed you tighter as his tears fell on your shoulder. You didn’t even notice your own tears falling as you dug your nails into his arms when they shocked your baby girl. As Kerrianne looked for a heartbeat, Jax, who had been with baby Megan, slid around the corner and nearly collided with you and Chibs.

“What?” You shook your head as you let go of your husband’s arm with one hand so you could grab one of Jax’s. The three of you stood and watched in horror as the hospital staff fought to bring Kelsi back.

“I love you, mommy.” Kelsi’s last words to you before you went out for a cigarette echoed in your head as Kerrianne took a step back with tears in her eyes. “I love you so much.”

“Time… Time’a death… 11:27.”

“No!”

——

Numb. It was the only thing you were currently capable of feeling as you laid on the hospital bed with Kelsi’s cold body in your arms. Tears flowed like a river into her blonde hair as you brushed your fingers through it to get out all the little tangles. Jax hadn’t lasted a moment before shattering a picture frame in the hall and storming off. Chibs had pleaded with his daughter to save his other baby girl before collapsing in the hall way where he still was, sobbing into his hands. You didn’t know how you managed to convince your feet to move but you knew you needed to get to your daughter.

You had instantly started singing when you laid down next to her as you pulled off the leads and the IV’s that were now completely unnecessary but your heart wasn’t in it. It couldn’t be because it was almost like it knew you would never see your baby girl’s face again; knew that you would never hear her laughter in the mornings as she got dressed for school. Your baby girl, who was just an innocent bystander ripped from the world before her time. Your heart finally heated up with rage as you realized just who’s fault this whole situation was. 

The fucking prospect; this was his fault. He was the one who knocked up your baby. He was the one who made your daughter run off. He was the asshole who got in the car accident that lead to your baby girl being in the hospital in the first place. It was his fucking fault Kelsi was dead.

“I want that fucking prick out of this fucking hospital.” You said loud enough that Chibs could hear you. “And he’s never going near that baby again.”

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You had your arms wrapped around Kellan and Kerrianne’s shoulders tightly, as if they were going to disappear from your world if you didn’t as you stood amongst your SAMCRO family at Kelsi’s grave site a few plot spots down from Gemma and Thomas’s graves. Tears silently fell down your cheeks as you stared at your baby girl’s smiling face in the collage that Lyla and a couple of the croweaters had made for her memorial. Despite the fact that she had been gone for a whole week, you still felt that it wasn’t real.

“I can’t fucking believe he showed up here.” Happy growled behind you and beside Jax. Your, Jax and Chibs’ heads all whipped up and easily found Mike standing a few hundred yards away by a tree in all black. The rage you felt every time you even though his name boil in your veins as you glanced back at the Tacoma Killer.

“I want him dead. Painfully so.” Happy nodded his head once as you looked back at your daughter’s coffin and kissed your son’s head.

“Can I do it?” Kellan asked as you pretended to listen to the man who was saying a few words for your daughter’s service.

“No. Uncle Happy is gunna take care of that piece of shit.”

“Make ‘im suff’a.” Kerrianne said as she leaned her head on your shoulder and wiped at her tears. “Make ‘im pay for Kelsi.” You couldn’t even bring yourself to care that your children were actively planning murder in their heads and condoning murder as well, something that you usually would have put an end to immediately.

“I’ll take this one.” Jax said as they lowered his baby girl’s coffin into the ground. “I want his fucking blood on my hands.” You nodded your head as you turned around toward him and Chibs because you couldn’t bring yourself to see your daughter be buried.

“Make him pay, Jackson. Make him fucking pay for our baby.”

——

“Hi, sweet girl.” You said softly as you held two week old Megan to your partially bare chest in her NICU room two days after Kelsi’s funeral. You smiled at the tiny little girl in your arms as you rocked the two of you back and forth. “It’s mamaw. You are so beautiful, baby girl.” Megan let out a small, adorable cry as you brushed your pointer finger tip across the back her small head. “Shh… it’s OK, sweetheart. I got you.” You offered her your pointer finger and smiled with tears in your eyes as she grabbed it firmly.

“She’s lookin’ real good.” Kerrianne said as she checked monitors and glanced at Megan Kelsi Teller’s chart despite the fact that her niece wasn’t her patient. “No brain bleed, strong heartbeat but we’re still monitorin’ tha’ spot. She’s gettin’ enough oxygen. We’re gon’ redo the OAE test in a couple weeks ta check ‘er ‘earin’ again but Da’s right. She’s’a fight’a.” You nodded at your step-daughter as you brushed your thumb across across Megan’s fingers.

“She is.” You said solemnly as tears welled in your eyes. You swallowed them back and looked up at Kerrianne. “So what are we gunna do about feeding? I don’t like the idea of her on formula this young.”

“Well I was talkin’ ta ‘er doct’a t’day ‘bout tha’. We’ve a reserve of sorts from other women tha’ donate breastmilk… but there’s also the option’a tryin’ ta get ye ta induce as well.” You looked up at her with your eyebrows raised.

“Yea? Because nursing two kids through the night wasn’t enough, right?” Kerrianne blushed as she sat down on the chair just as Chibs came into the rom. You smirked and looked up at him. “So, how do you feel about my boobs growing again?” He looked at you with his eyebrow raised and hesitated in the door way as Kerrianne covered her face in embarrassment.

“Yer no’ gettin’ implants, m’luv.”

“An’ I’m done.” Kerrianne said as she got up to leave the room. “I’ll pick up Kellan from school on m’way ‘ome. Just let the doc know wha’ ye decide… an’ don’ tell me, please!” You giggled and nodded as your husband came in and took her chair.

“Breast feeding, baby.” You said as he sat down and immediately began pulling at the pink clothing cover he had on. “I don’t want Megs on formula this young…”

“Ahh…” He sighed as he sat back in his chair. “’s’yer call, m’luv. Ye know I’m in luv wit’ yer tits when they’re all full an’ swollen…”

“Filip…” You warned as you looked at him through your lashes.

“I’m jus’ sayin’ luv. Layin’ the facts down on the table.” You rolled your eyes at him as you looked back down at Megan. “She would’a wanted it tha’ way.” You nodded your head at him but kept your eyes on your granddaughter.

“I know she would…” You looked up quickly as a tear fell from your eye and sighed. “I hate this.”

“I know, luv. I do too.” You forced yourself to try and stay calm so you didn’t upset Megan as you looked back at Chibs.

“They wanted to know if we planned on adopting Megan as our daughter or just being legal guardians as grandparents. Something about her birth certificate.” Chibs sighed as he leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest.

“Shit… I’ve no idea, lass.” You sighed and looked down at Megan.

“If we don’t and we can’t find that little fucking tool, he can come for her…”

“We’ll adopt.” Chibs instantly growled. “He’s no’ goin’ near tha’ child.” You nodded your head in agreement as you ‘shh’ed’ him softly.

“Stay calm, my love. We’ll adopt. She can call us mom an’ da… but she will always know the truth about Kelsi.” He nodded his head and glanced up as the doctor came in to check on Megan to see if her ‘kangaroo care’ was helping the way she hoped. “Make ‘er tits, bigga. I approve.” He laughed as he got up from his chair.

“Filip, I swear to God.” You mumbled as you brushed your hand over Megan’s back. Your husband chuckled as he kissed your forehead and headed toward the door.

“She wan’s big tits. ‘uge tits!” You sighed and rolled your eyes as Megan’s doctor just laughed.

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“Kellan, it’s time for bed.” You said as you strolled into your son’s room, grabbing articles of clothing to toss in the hamper with each step. You sighed as you glanced up at your child, who was ignoring you. “Hey! What did I say?”

“Just one more video, mom.” Your head whipped up at the sound of tears in his voice and your brow furrowed.

“What are you watching, honey?” You walked over to his bed and dropped the handful of clothes in his over flowing hamper on the way. Your son tilted his iPad toward you and pulled out the cord for his headphones. You tripped over nothing and caught yourself on the edge of his bed as Kelsi’s laugh filled the room.

“It’s her vlog.” He said softly as you took his tablet from him.

“Is that the shit she was always recording?” You asked as you laid down beside him and watched your daughter talking to her phone in your hot tub.

“Yea. She posted them on YouTube all the time. I never used to follow her…” You glanced over at your son as the video came to an end and nodded as you passed him back his tablet.

“Text me the link so I can show your dad. And don’t stay up too late, OK?” He nodded his head as he laid back down in his bed and started the next video. As quickly as you could, you grabbed your son’s laundry so he wouldn’t see you cry. You somehow managed to make it to the laundry room off the kitchen before you burst into tears and nearly collapsed on the floor. Sobs wracked your body as you curled into yourself in front of the dryer.

“Why?” You sobbed as you shook your head against the tile. “She’s just a baby.”

“Luv?” You forced yourself to roll onto your back and you could see your husband’s heart shatter in his brown eyes. “Fuck… I know m’luv. ’s’ok…”

“No…” You sobbed as you shook your head. He nodded at you as he came over and picked you up off the floor. You wrapped your arms around his neck and sobbed into his shoulder, letting yourself really feel the loss of your daughter for the first time. As he laid you both down on your bed, you felt his own tears fall on your jaw as he shifted over you to find a comfortable spot.

“I want her back!” You sobbed as you fisted his shirt and kutte in your fists.

“I know, sweet’eart. Me too.” You nodded against his chest as he wrapped you in his arms and held you as tight as he could. You sobbed for hours, begging, screaming at, and pleading with God for him to bring Kelsi back. Your heart and soul ached as Chibs clung to you, trying to hold both of you together as best as he could as he let his own feelings finally come to the surface as well in the privacy of your bedroom.

“My baby…” You rasped repeatedly until you finally cried yourself to sleep.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You stood in the NICU, staring at three and a half month old Megan as she wiggled and cooed like the happiest baby in the world. You couldn’t help but notice the similarity between her and her mother and no matter how much it broke your heart, some how the little girl in the crib in front of you was putting it back together one obliterated piece at a time. But you knew without a shadow of a doubt in your mind that something was wrong with Megan. And in this situation, you hated that you were right.

“She’s complete ‘earin’ loss in ‘er left ear.” Kerrianne said somberly with tears in her eyes. “Bu’ the good news is she’s only moderate loss in ‘er right. So tha’s somethin’.”

“Jesus Christ.” Chibs mumbled as he sat back in his chair.

“So she’s deaf?” Kellan asked curiously.

“Yea buddy, in one ear, she is.” You said as you picked up Megan from the crib with a smile. “But no matter what she is our family and she is still perfect just the way she is, right?” Your son nodded as you laid Megan on your chest so that her right ear was closer to your mouth so she’d be able to hear you better. “Aren’t you, sweet thing?”

“But… if she can’t hear you, why talk to her?” You looked up at your son with a smile.

“She can ‘ear a lit’l bit out’a ‘er right ear, bud.” Kerrianne said as she sat down next to her brother. “But she can still feel the vibrations in mum’s chest when she speaks… an’ she can see yer facial expressions if ye talk ta ‘er.” Your daughter smiled at Kellan and grabbed his hand. “But mum’s right. She’s still perfect, aye?”

“Aye.” He said in agreement as he looked up at Megan. “Can… can I hold her before we go home?” Your smile grew as you took a step over to him.

“Be gentle.” Chibs said as he sat up a little protectively. You gave him a quick glance to shut him up as you helped guide your granddaughter to Kellan’s chest. You crouched down in front of him and hummed a laugh at how awkward he looked as Kerrianne took a photo for you. 

“She is perfect.” He said softly as he let Megan hold onto his finger. You could see the wheels turning in his head as he moved his head to look at her left ear. He looked back at her right ear and nodded the slightest bit. “OK. We can go now.” You nodded your head as you carefully took Megan back as Chibs grabbed the carseat for you.

“Le’s get our girl ‘ome.” You looked up at him with tears in your eyes and a plethora of emotions in your heart.

[gaileon]

LITTLE CHARACTER THINGS

just a fun little character game. fill in the below categories with 3-5 things that your character can be identified by. repost & tag away!

TAGGED BY: @maidfaire & @holysight ( yOU TWO PROBABLY FORGOT YOU TAGGED ME FOR THIS SINCE I WAS SO SLOW BUT TY ANYHOW !! ) TAGGING: AM I FASHIONABLY LATE FOR THIS... regardless since there’s a whole new wave of muses that popped up !! @milaspriestess @faustiaen @devotedxheart @thmatrge @zappybubblegum ( ofc feel free to pass on this !! )

EMOTIONS / FEELINGS:

i. motivated. there is a passion, an ire, and a dream all in his heart that propels his feet forth. ii. uncertainty. with every step he takes, he feels not only farther away from home but from himself.  iii. yearning. surely there’s more to this provincial life, and he knows she waits somewhere-- just where? iv. love. he holds mila’s vice that has long been forgotten: he holds too much care and compassion for humans, so much so that he falls for them. v. betrayal. he thought he was on the right path, only to learn he was some pawn to fate.

GREETINGS:

i. a cordial smile. more fitting to a noble than a farmhand, surely. ii. a stern frown with an intense boom. he cuts straight to the chase, the air is thick, and he seeks truth. iii. a pair of wide eyes and a slightly agape mouth. he’s caught off guard, a terrible habit. iv. a pair of arms move forth. his special someone’s warmth is all he seeks before his mind can rationalize.

COLORS:

i. pine green. ii. crimson. iii. a faded many blue. iv. gaiden hair colors were never consistent to begin with.  v. black.

SCENTS:

i. this is the awkward moment where i confess that i basically have a near zero sense of smell. ii. if i ever mention scent in a thread or post, i’m 100% bullshitting it. iii. i wrote an entire 80 pages about a character who smelled of sandalwood and i still have no idea what that even means.

CLOTHING:

i. he dresses warmly. his body is used to colder temperatures than zofia has to offer. ii. blue laces his forehead; he feels empty without something there whether headband or tiara

OBJECTS:

i. celica’s amulet. a memento once passed down to her is passed down yet again. he will remember. ii. falchion. this sword comes with trials and tribulations, all covered in a tragedy. it blesses him in exchange for the curse he must take in for drawing it out. iii. mila’s turnwheel. the children of fate alone can receive messages from their divine mother. it is in his hands that time may be manipulated so as to save his friends from a fate yet unwound. iv. shield. offering protection, it only burdens him with its weight. there shall come a time where he shall cast it aside-- the moment of deliverance.

VICES / BAD HABITS:

i. naïve. where he believes in his heart, everyone tells him to heed his head. he lives in too far a black & white world to truly understand and make the right choices. ii. impressionable. he will never make the first choice on his own. he must be pushed forth before his passion amounts to anything. implant a goal in his mind and his feet shall take him miles lest he stay still for eons, wondering. iii. stubborn. he won’t listen to her, and it is only inevitable that he shall echo her words when everything is too late. iv. he is still a villager at heart. his tongue can learn some restraint, but it too seeks color and refuge in crass bluntness.

BODY LANGUAGE:

i. tall and proud. he stands higher than his height limits him to. ii. open and confident at first-- there is no room for self-doubt in one’s early steps. iii. closed fists close to his heart-- as he progresses, he grows unsure, and he cannot will himself to do the same reckless actions he had before.

AESTHETICS:

i. the frost of winter seems so familiar. the flurry of white does not remind him of famine but rather the little delicate snowflakes that dance on your tongue, granting pure bliss. ii. oranges. in abundance in his continent, they represent new beginnings: the core of his journey. within them is a simple happiness. iii. steel and silver. he was meant for a life of clashing blades, he was sure of it. there is no greater comfort to his senses than to fight. iv. the sky is endless. oh, how he wishes he could fly and find reprieve in escape beyond this small town. he was meant for something greater than this, and he cannot find it by staying idle.

SONGS:

i. DREAMS OF AN ABSOLUTION - Bentley Jones in the night light, do you still feel your pain? for the valor you waited, it never came if you were able, would you go change the past to mend a faux pas with one last chance? and i might know of our future but you still control the past

ii. FLOWERS - K.A.A.N. and i gotta find a source of innovation more inspiration, procrastination won’t save the masses the way i’ve been setting an example for you bastards no, i’m not bashful; time has been passing every single second devoted to my passion pray my dedication is never put in a casket

iii. ADULTIC - Gesu no Kiwami Otome and now that i think about it, everyone around me is so dull they’re pretending to be all grown up but they’re just holding their tongues it makes me so frustrated i’m supposed to just put up with it somehow i’d rather go out of my way to scream than to be called adultic

iv. NEVERLAND - Crywolf feat. Charity Lane stand up, child, and turn toward the lightning and thunder so i can see what i’ve known for all these years your skin shudders with my fingers you’re cold but i know it’s not your fault the storm is coming now, we can survive somehow

v. ORANGE JUICE - Zoozbuh i can’t get to sleep, my mind’s just too weak i can’t switch off all my memories i remember your sweet face and our embrace i’m lost without you here now i’m at a loss for what to do how can i be me without a you?

[galimatios]

sci-fi au again but it’s some bastardized blame au feat. my twins

thinking about a bastardized blame au that borrows the setting of blame but with some minor differences, aka humans weren't dead for as long and silicon lifeforms are part of a disease that turns pure humans into half synthetic life, aka go feral go crazy some retain intellect tho, and pure silicon creatures are fully sentient and intelligent but im thinking of a society in which android labor was widespread, but bc humans were wiped by silicon corruption, there's huge populations of androids w/o purpose humans do still exist but they're not pure, most of them have varying levels of silicon corruption as well as varying resistances. it does grant these humans superhuman strength or healing though i kind of. wanna put rey and ray as twins in this au as bounty hunters aka humans who hunt down corrupted humans who've gone too far... but they also do odd delivery jobs and stuff likelihood is that they've been alive for Way longer than humans should be due to their own corruption they remember what life was like before things went to shit ray owned a restaurant and rey owned the bar on top of it as siblings they went thru hell together and back and this was their dream and. well. then shit changed but also aesthetic bc: rey with short hair, tank top, sci-fi ass gear and army boots she's also the Slightly Older twin and holds this to ray all the time they argue. Nonstop. sometimes they cant stand eachother bc dumbasses both have strong aggressive personalities but (and ive been thinking abt rey w a sibling for a while) at the end of the day they trust eachother bc they both had the same shitty mom and survived. they can do anything, they're Them? but the scourge... well. they're always upbeat. they have eachother after all, but sometimes when they're alone, ray gets nostalgic. a little wistful, a little sad "it was nice while it lasted, huh? not even a full ass decade, and everything came tumbling down." legs hanging off a ledge, the smell of cigarette smoke "wonder how dom's doing." rey doesn't want to talk about her. she steals the cig from his mouth and puts it out. "that shit ain't good for you." "the fuck? you smoke too you know." but rey's already leaving. neither of them know if dom survived. ray lost a best friend, rey lost a lover it's been two hundred years, maybe more. if she hadn't shown up, dead or alive, she's probably gone but the thing is, the megastructure is huge. so vastly huge and confusing, anything can happen. ray thinks one day she'll show up. dom is tough. she's out there somewhere. (END PROSE) also i just love the idea of rey being a heavy firearm user and she just has a huge laser cannon strapped to her back at all times ray thinks weird flex but ok he probably uses a device that resembles some sci-fi spear/rapier thing but it channels electricity so on his command he can roast shit and also override / destroy power structures as needed. both of them have mechanical skills, can hotwire stuff, they're too dumb for hacking so they usually just try to physically brute force shit (aka... hitting it until it works) ray... leather jacket and gloves. NOTED THO: organic materials are really rare and are either salvaged or synthetically created instead. so this is like fake ass bioengineered leather from one of the few bastions of semi-human life, a big city within the megastructure that's where rey and ray live... they actually do want to start a restaurant again but. i think they've sworn off it until they find out what happened to dom, bc she's the only person they've ever trusted with their dream so until then, bounty work ok wow i kind of love ray w a fucking. black electric rapier spike thing + black gloves and black jacket, leather fucking pants, DANGER BOY!!! then rey loves firearms but sometimes she JUST PUNCHES SHIT. SHE'S STRONG!!! fingerless gloves for the girl. cries I love my redheads

KEITH PROBABLY. WOULD BE A TRAINEE BOUNTY HUNTER/SCOUT AND PROBABLY HAS A MASSIVE CRUSH ON RAY LMFAO. ray is like lmfao (puts hand on head) u are So Short keith: kkkdjdjsjhdhdhfnfbfbfjgjfjfj rey voice god you have bad taste keith follows ray around like a puppy who wants to be helpful and ray doesnt particularly mind as long as he doesnt get in the way. but its like. this video (youtu.be/TJAqwSmbKJc)

SORRY KEITH HE LIKES HUNKS AND TWUNKS BUT UR TWINKISH TWUNK AT BEST but ray has a soft spot for him once keith proves he's actually super capable at his job puppy gets head pats god i wanna stick all my ocs in this au now jonah would be s service android who used to work for a family he really cherished but they were wiped out. so now he just. kind of drifts. AI technology is self learning so i believe at this point androids have largely gained sentience and semihumans treat them like one of them alister.... heh. fuck. i really want him to be an antagonist actually but a kind of misunderstood one. he's definitely the root of everything. he is probably the progenitor of the scourge and is a human mind implanted into a fully silicon body. who KNOWS how old he is in actuality he was a sick, dying child whose experimental treatment went horribly wrong but this silicon body is stronger, faster, better. he feels no pain anymore. he can walk and run. but he's also immortal. and he can't be with humans bc contact with him is toxic humans with weak resistances died immediately once the plague started. so all the humans left are those who resisted full corruption they went after the source of the plague, intending to kill to stop its spread but even when they did get to alister, they couldnt kill him and boy they tried! took him into labs and did horrible things! some succumbed to the plague from overexposure to him but nothing seemed to stop Alister decided he had enough, killed everyone in a haze, left, then decided to make silicon lifeforms he was lonely! all of them are precious to him and every time a hunter kills one, he mourns semihumans who become fully or mostly corrupted he considers part of his family too GOD I COULD MAKE AND PORT SO MANY OCS cade is about 60-70% corrupted. he's definitely in alister's ranks i gotta think tho bc i do want one pure human with the net terminal gene. probably hidden somewhere in one of those cryosomething freeze tanks idk if i have an oc pure enough to fit the role i gotta check my roster TO EXPLAIN THIS. you need the gene to access the netsphere the netsphere is like an evolved form of the internet that's sort of like heaven and also controls some things in base reality, like the robots that are in charge of automated construction of new structures- these have gone haywire which led to uncontrolled growth this is just canon material but my addition is that once alister went full silicon, he also unintentionally became connected to the netsphere without any real authority to do anything, but the system still detected a breach and it locked Everyone out after alister infected them originally only those of pure genetic pedigrees possessed the net gene haha i love caste systems but now they're all fucking Dead. i imagine life wasn't GREAT before the scourge but it was better than a semi-post-post scarcity environment where some places are uninhabitable so you have silicon life out hunting humans to protect alister, or just for territory, and security systems that have been tripped and now safeguards are running around killing everything that moves safeguards are like antivirus programs but like. in base reality

GOD ALISTER GROWN UP BUT LIKE EVIL AESTHETIC. ALL BLACK EVERYTHING. he definitely has morphing skills, he can connect himself to technology and easily control it bc hes not organic, innocent boy is now twisted and sitting on his throne of black, corrupted human bones truthfully though alister just... wants to successfully turn more humans into silicon so he can make friends and be happy it's sad that they don't usually survive. hundreds of years of loneliness dulled his moral compass the silicon close to him feel like they're not enough they are hideous but fully sentient and intelligent with the same emotions as humans but ig to alister it's not the same. he still loves them but. he truly was human in the past in the end silicon can't truly replace flesh alex... is a high level safeguard with sentience unlike the low level automated ones that attack everything fuck ALEX OF ALL MY OCS TAKES THE PLACE OF KILLY IN CANON THE FUCK he'd probably operate differently tho. way more compassion

"once i find the net terminal gene, most likely the system will begin to purge all impurities. any and all corrupted will likely die. ... but i see no reason to shorten the life of a man already dead." this includes the humans with resistances. people like rey, ray, keith all resistant humans are <50% corrupted. they cannot be allowed to live bc there is a chance exposure to toxic materials or alister will continue the process but i think alex would change his mind and try to find a way to cure it using the net terminal gene he makes friends with the bounty hunting group, aka keith and the twins... and eventually they will find dom and. oh god what if dom is 80+ percent corrupted what if they have to put her down I AM MAKING MYSELF UPSET

BUT FUCK IT WPULD BE A GOOD CATALYST FOR ALEX TO CHANGE HIS MIND ABOUT LETTING ALL THE CORRUPTED DIE AHHHHH also alex in an all black suit with a little cyan neck ribbon I LOVE MY OCS SORRY I ALSO LOVE BLAME AND SCIFI FUCK ME UP anyway i think im done for now but ughghfjgh im thinking about this for days