#neosmith

[apolloendymion]

A foil is a fictional character that serves to expose something intrinsic in another character.

[roomtemperaturesuperconductor]

just remembered this monstrosity I made a while back while working on a larger fanedit project

[synthient]

tfw you bury Meta! In The Bimbofication Fic

anyway here's the Just Meta cut (on the warehouse fight, the awakening scene, and the neosmith dynamic generally):

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[agentdatabase]

They’re gayyyy

if i put my hands around your wrists, would you fight them? if i put my fingers in your mouth, would you bite them?

[dev1rus]

Neotrin I love neotrin and I love many canon het ships infact I usually fight the idea of taking women away in ships... however neosmith-

[m4trrrix]

if i was good at drawing side profiles i'd draw neosmith & neotrin as demolition lovers

[frog-in-bog]

"i need to make the content i want to see"- me like 2 days ago

well i fucking did

https://archiveofourown.org/works/36506014

[aq2003]

So I see you've watched the matrix! Would you consider shipping NeoSmith? :3

n..ot really?? sorry

[synthient]

[synthient]

Do you think the Exile club scene changed in any noticeable way between the original trilogy and Resurrections?

As a matter of fact. It just so happens that I have a year-old abandoned fic fragment. which was supposed to be about Berg having a one night stand with Smith. and then having to justify to Morpheus 2.0 why he fucked his dad (1 of 3) (probably the worst one to find out your shipmate just fucked). Anyway I only got as far as sketching out the Io club scene where they meet:

“Okay,” said Morpheus, “I feel like you guys are hyping this place up way too much.”

“Yeah, no, I’ve been to a lot of clubs—like, a lot,” Berg assured him, ignoring Lexy’s eye roll and the elbow she dug into his side. “This one really is on another level.”

“Sure, sure, I’ve watched the cutscenes, I know about the cave orgies—”

“Eh,” said Seq, whose avatar moved across the Construct City sidewalk with just a subtle sense of weightlessness and lack of friction, compared to the program and the podborns in the group. “I like to think we’ve come a little farther in sixty years than ‘cave orgies.’”

“It’s like they say,” Bugs said, as she slung a companionable arm over Morpheus’s shoulders. “No one can be told what the Rabbit Hole is.” Her eyebrows waggled. “You have to see it for yourself.”

Morpheus laughed, and Berg drank in the sound: hard won, over weeks of the Mnemosyne crew coaxing the program out of his shell, showing him it was safe to let down his stoic façade and be himself. Berg let himself admire the ease in Morpheus’s posture. The crinkles at the corners of his eyes as he bantered with his crewmates. The personality packed into his latest outfit—okay, and the well-tailored way it hugged his waist. Berg couldn’t pretend he didn’t appreciate that. Morpheus had chosen a suit in a deep shade of violet for tonight. In the darkness, it looked like one solid color, but as they passed under a streetlamp, a silvery floral print shimmered under the surface.

Around them, the streets thronged with people. The humans and programs were outfitted in a dizzying array of styles, and the synthients had taken every digital shape imaginable: from the roughly humanoid, to a giant metal manta ray who was floating tentacle-in-hand with their human date.  The IO nightlife offered plenty of destinations to choose from, but a good chunk of the crowd seemed to be headed the same direction as the Mnem crew.

On the building up ahead, a set of animated neon signs flicked through their tableau: a rabbit, legs outstretched in a sleek, bullet-shaped pose, leaping sideways into a hole (Lexy’s eyes traveled far enough back in her skull that, for a second, only the whites showed). Their crew joined the press of bodies surging toward the entrance. After a minute or two of amicable jostling, the bouncer waved them through, and they were in.

“Woah,” said Morpheus, eyes shining. The first time Bugs had loaded up an infinitely-stretching rack of clothes for him in the Mnem’s Construct, he’d had the same look of awe. “Yeah. Okay.”

The music, the rainbow lights, the dancing and drinking and making out: all of that could have been found in any decent nightclub in the Matrix. The free intermingling of humans and machines was different, of course. But the real show was happening on the ceiling. Several stories above their heads, the Construct’s physics engines had been modded to completely ignore the law of gravity. The clubbers danced in midair. They were oriented in any and all directions: right-side up, upside down, horizontal, vertical. As their crew watched from below, one couple floated toward the center of the room, drifting slowly like astronauts, locked in a passionate embrace.  

With a tour guide’s flourish, Bugs took Morpheus by the arm and led him forward. Morpheus cast one last disbelieving grin back at the others, and then the two of them vanished into the crowd.

“Welp,” Lexy deadpanned, looking over at Berg. “Guess we both have to find a new date for tonight.”

“You two have it easy.” Seq shifted so that his hip wasn’t clipping through a barstool. “Some of us have to meet someone in here, jack back out, and then walk twenty minutes to their apartment complex.”

“You poor thing,” said Lexy. “Will it make you too jealous if we get drinks?”

“I’ll live somehow.”

The three of them made their way over to the bartender. As Lexy ordered, and as Seq stared longingly at the lineup of fancy liqueurs, Berg scoped out the room. Most of the clubgoers tonight were strangers to him. But hey, there was Facsimile, from the Horus’s crew. There was someone who he was pretty sure lived a couple doors down from Hano. And over there, across the bar, was…

“Ohh my god,” Berg found himself saying aloud.

“What?” Lexy followed his gaze, and sucked in a sharp hiss of breath.

“Oh, shit,” said Seq, mildly.

[synthient]

wait. how have I been so blind. Smith is a catboy, and Neo canonically likes cats

[synthient]

there's an article about his band where Keanu talks about what bass Neo would play and he mentions that Neo would play jazz with Morpheus on drums and Agent Smith on keyboard. truly a powerful image. NeoSmith band au when.

au where Morpheus and Smith have both been trying to recruit Neo into their dueling bands: Morpheus' cool indie-grunge acoustic band Nebuchadnezzar, and Smith's sleek corporate sellout synth band Agent. Through some form of anime rival conniving, Smith manages to destroy Nebuchadnezzar (get all Morpheus' bandmates except Trinity to drop out). But in turn, he gets dropped by his corporate sponsors and abandoned by his two bandmates.

Then they form an unexpected alliance, combining their acoustic/synthy sounds into a joint act called Room 303. Part of the gimmick is that there's four of them, but they rotate the lineup so only three of them perform at a time (this is as much to lower the risk of anyone trying to bite each other on stage as it is for theming reasons). I haven't decided what Trinity plays but I'm open to suggestions ("the triangle" is funny but not cool enough). And rest assured that the band IS a messy polycule (it's called Room 303 because that's the first hotel room where. where they)

[synthient]

Some more fun bits from the Revolutions "In Movie Experience" (commentary track, except it's through cast and crew interviews in a little pop out screen):

When the final neosmith fight makes that Big Crater: apparently?? It's the exact same spot from the phonebooth monologue in movie 1?? If you pause it you can actually see the phonebooth go flying??

One of the vx artists describes Smith’s clone-absorbing effect as the "black mirror." And points out that it's the same animation as the mirror overtaking Neo's body when he's redpilled in m1

[synthient]

I choose to believe that the matrix world has both in-universe neosmith fanfiction and in-universe bluepill!neosmith rpf. people are out there writing the equivalent of reggie fils amie/shigeru miyamoto and Yes smith has read it

[synthient]

the thing about the resurrections neosmith actor-agegap is that it would be the easiest thing in the world to immortal-vampire-handwave away ("Smith's humansona was actually supposed to be the same age as Neo & his shell just didn't really reflect that;" "Smith is actually 100 years old;" etc). but I choose not to, because quite frankly it's hot

[synthient]

You've probably already stumbled upon this, but dom/top!Trinity seemed pretty represented on the Matrix Dreamwidth kinkmeme from what I can remember. (Otoh, no Agents there as far as the eye can see, but we can't have everything ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )

Kmeme anon here, there's also the old constructfic wordpress com (password for age-locked content is iamadult), though I'm not sure what's there yet. FFnet has A Lot more Matrix stuff than AO3, but trying to figure out which of it might be good is a pain. I dunno if you wanted Matrix fic archive recommendations, but I figured there's no harm in sharing 👍 Peace!

These are thoughtful suggestions, anon, but I'll be honest: I'm not in a position of actively seeking out m/f smut. I'm in a position of 1) I refresh the matrix ao3 page an abnormal amount for Special Interest Reasons, 2) the majority of matrix fic being produced right now is m/f neotrin smut, 3) I can only really tolerate m/f smut if it hits a high bar of genderfuckiness, and 4) I know no one is obligated to make the special interest content I want to see (and if I could wave a magic wand, I wouldn't conjure up genderfuck-ier neotrin. I'd make more gay shit, robots, and Deep Lore), so I'm just quietly griping to myself on tumblr dot diary.

If you know of some secret neosmith cache, though, I'm all ears