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minseologs · 2 years ago

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Get to know my character~

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01. What does your character’s name mean? Did you pick it for the symbolism, or did you just like the way it sounded? - Minseo could roughly meant Calm and Clever! I wanted a character that had an ironic name, so I chose some that had the opposite personality of hers at least. Her original name would’ve been ‘Jiwoo’ which roughly meant ‘With a purpose’ or ‘Universe’ but stuck with Minseo because I wanted to share the ‘Seo’ with her sister, Hyeseo. I also stuck to the lore that ‘Seo’ and ‘Woo’ are ancestral names to their family.

02. What is one of your character’s biggest insecurities? Are they able to hide it easily or can others easily exploit this weakness? - Minseo is a people-pleaser and mildly a perfectionist when it comes to business. She’s very aware of herself, and would usully catch herself before fully immersing in what could be too much for her to handle emotionally, and mentally.

03. What would be their favorite physical trait about themselves? - Her long legs! and she knows that.

04. What are their favorite traits about their lover? (one psychological and one physical) - She doesn’t technically have a lover, but the person she likes currently is incredibly open, that she knows she can trustwith no questions. Physically, she likes that the person has high cheek bones because it’s like hers, except rounder.

05. Are they sexually confident or more of the shy type? - She’s sexually confident, but in a humble way? She’s the type to be confident about her looks, however she doesn’t outwardly put it out there.

06. Do they have any hobbies that their lover finds unusual, odd, or otherwise annoying? - I dont know. her making a bit of noise on odd times? maybe?

07. Is there a catchphrase or sound that they tend to make a lot (likely without being aware of it)? - ‘Fufu~’ or she hums alot. in different tones, by the way.

08. What is, perhaps, their biggest flaw? Are they aware of this or oblivious to it? - that she’s violent. she knows about it because it became diagnosed lately, but she has gotten better controlling it with different outlets like her endless hobbies.

09. Do they have a favorite season? What about a favorite holiday? - her favorite season is autumn, and favorite holiday is christmas! she likes giving presents and decorating, specially when it comes to lights.

10. Is your character more feminine or masculine? - she’s more on the masculine side, growing up mildly tomboy and was rambuncious growing up.

11. What is something that would make your character fly into a rage? - seeing her loved ones get hurt.

12. Is there some particular talent, skill, or attribute that they simply could not give up? - Minseo was a technical dancer. She would never give up the habits. you can probably find her prancing about in a walk.

13. What are your character’s sleeping habits? Heavy or light sleeper? Blanket stealer? One that always rolls onto the floor? Pushes their lover onto the floor? Sleep talker or walker?- She is a light sleeper and the slightest noise will wake her up! I think its because she will always have her guard up. she sleeps military style but wakes up cuddling something near by. An occational sleep talker and mildly insomniac.

14. Do they live alone or with family? How do they feel about their family/roommates? - She currently lives with Wenhan and their pets, Gunbam and Honey, and the guards and caretakers are in the near distance of the property.

15. Is there a certain person in this world that they cannot stand? The very mention of this person’s name makes them tremble with anger or fear. - her father.

16. Is your character the athletic type or more of a couch potato? What are some sports/games that they like? - athletic! she doesn’t like staying still. at least she needs to fidget something if needed. Minseo can play any sport with beginner’s luck.

17. Does your character have dreams of getting married and/or having children? - she’d experienced both before (engaged), so no. But she would like to do it all over again if she could. And actually get married.

18. What kind of home would they want to live in? Where would they place this abode? Seongbuk house is their family home, it’s acres, which is uncommon living near the city. its a private suburban area, showing wealth around her. Honestly speaking, she would rather have a small space because she isnt a big fan of cleaning.

19. Would your character be the kind to get into fights? (physical or verbal) Would they be a good fighter or cave in rather easily? Minseo would resort to physical fights only if the civil talking the first time didn’t work. She’s agile, but not too strong. Minseo is skilled in weaponry, however it’s the only time she could be considered strong since she has… a weapon.

20. Does your character like animals? What are some of their favorite animals? Would they want pets? What about mythological creatures? She loves animals! specially sea creatures, because she discovered them as her son loved them growing up. she particularly likes the rays because they look funny underneath. Minseo has one dog at the moment, and taking care of a cat. as for mythical creatures, she would want to see a mermaid.

21. What is one of your character’s biggest fears? How would they react when dealing with this fear? - losing a person. she would enter the long stages of denial before finally accepting and moving on.

22. What kind of tattoos, piercings, birthmarks, freckles, and other such unique physical features do they have? She has double earlobe piercing, an industrial and a conch. Her birthmark is located on her hip, a tiny brown spot. Minseo also has a small scar on her lower spine for a surgery she got when she was in an accident as a child.

23. What is your character like when it comes to school? What subjects are they good/bad at? Do they get in trouble a lot or are well behaved? She excelled well in school to appease her father, she didn’t do bad at any subjects to maintain this. She excelled well in maths and history as well as the arts. they only ever got in trouble once, and that was when she beat up a student who bullied her. (which was suspiciously erased from her records)

24. In their own words, how would your character describe what their lover is like? “He’s tall, like me. I like to think hes the complete opposite of me, like were mirroring each other. he sort of has a mean face but kind and soft-hearted. tough-looking but playful. in sort of ways, it’s as if we’re always reuniting in life somewhere– I cant quite put my finger into it. I like the way we understand one another with no words. Time simply doesn’t exist if were together. We’re mischievous but chivalrous of it. I look at this person and suddenly become at ease.”

25. Is there something traumatic from your character’s past that greatly affects them even to this day? her son’s death

26. What is their lover like sexually? How do they feel about their lover’s quirks, needs, etc? Minseo hasn’t been intimate with anyone for a long time so I can’t really answer this.

27. If your character was going to get arrested, what would be the most likely reason for it? Surprisingly, Tax Evasion. With multiple businesses, there has to be a slip up somewhere. But shes always on top of everything.

28. If your character became a celebrity, what would they be famous for? Being a chaebol, or a skilled dancer.

29. What is one of the most courageous things your character has ever done for a loved one? Leave them. Accept how things are and realize it’s not always her fault.

30. When it comes to the arts (music, film, theater, etc), what does your character like? All except art making. Her mother was a painter but she’s terrible at making things. Hence, why she has multiple art-making hobbies. She’s currently into glass art, but has been missing a few classes. lol.

31. Would your character be the kind capable of killing? Would they enjoy killing or only use it when necessary or, perhaps, refuse to kill no matter what? Yes. She’s a torturer type, psychological and physical. But would only do so if the talking doesn’t solve anything.

32. If your character’s lover offered to take them out on a dream date, what would they want to do? Something simple and filled with activities. Like at a theme park or activity based date. She doesn’t like formal restaurants as she usually goes there meeting business partners.

33. If your character wanted to be alone, where would they go? Hike somewhere. Neo gave her a location he went to before, and she goes there form time to time. On a hill over looking the city.

34. Does your character have favorite foods? (breakfast, lunch, dinner, dessert, snacks, etc) Starchy foods! She loves italian and japanese, any time of the day. She also likes traditional sweets of any kind. also adventurous when it comes trying, except seafood. she doesn’t like slimy feeling foods.

35. Is your character afraid of death? If they got to choose how to die, how would they want to go? No. She would want to die of old age, if possible.

36. Does your character have any medical conditions? Are they serious or minor? Do they affect their day to day life? Minseo mostly carries psychological conditions, most recently with intermittent explosive disorder. She hates taking medications and finds other ways to deal with it like therapy and meditating. It doesn’t affect her everyday life often, as she figured out ways to keep herself busy. She also had low resting heart rate, which causes her to be lethargic or faint from time to time.

37. What are some of your character’s pet peeves? What are some things that annoy them or disgust them? people with terrible cleanliness and hygiene.

38. What kind of weather does your character like? Cloudy skies, rainy days, sunshine, etc? cold days. sunshine days, but it has to be breezy. she doesn’t like heat.

39. When people look at your character, is there some assumption they might make about them just by appearance? Is that assumption correct? When peole look at Minseo the first time, they would think she’s the typical golden child. Soft, caring and motherly. but no, she’s rambunctious, sometimes mean, and childish.

40. Does your OC have any guilty pleasures they enjoy? Hobbies, past times, music, etc that they wouldn’t want known by others? Minseo lovessssssssssssss snooping at other people’s business. for some fucking reason, she just cannot mind her own business. she thinks that she can give people a helping hand but ends up delving too much. I think it started when her family always put her aside like she didn’t exist. As far as hobbies, she’s a living a 'jack of all trades is a master of none, but oftentimes better than a master of one’

41. Does your character’s family affect your character in any way? Yes. If she grew up in a loving family, she probably wouldn’t be so two faced. And if her mother lived, she would be loved by her father and sister and wouldn’t seek approval of others.

42. Is there anything in your character’s past that they regret, haunts them, or they wish they could change? Minseo always says she regrets living for others. She is trying to undo that and just honestly living her life. But it’s difficult because she’s afraid of being judged in a poor manner, hence she has a knack to be seen as perfect.

43. Does your character have a switch that changes aspects of their personality whether they are around friends, family, etc. Is there someone who gets to see their true self? Yes. Every friend sees minseo as a motherly person but each of them has a different type of motherly. For example, she’s a tough-love kind of person to some, but she’s nurturing to someone else. There’s only a few people who have seen her multiple sides, most of them knowing her underground background.

44. Is there a particular event that would emotionally devastate your character? her son’s death. she hasn’t been the same since.

45. Is your character the kind to hide their true emotions or do they wear their heart on their sleeve? she hides her true emotions. she’s particularly good at hiding it as her father trained her and her sister to ensure putting face on a perfect family. like robots.

46. What is some random affectionate thing that your character always does to their lover? Cook for them. Making a lunch box is her specialty. If Minseo ever made your muse a lunch box, she likes you.

47. Is your character outgoing? Would they be the leader of the friend group, or the quiet one that gets dragged along? Minseo is only outgoing if the other person acknowledges her weird afficianado personality. otherwise, she’s a calm type. Minseo is definitely the leader, but would give the others a chance to lead her. She’s the type to plan things.

48. Is there anything in particular that would ignite your character’s jealousy? Or does your character not get envious? Minseo gets jealous when a muse divides their time with someone else. She doesn’t do very well with group settings because it reminds her of work, where her presence is split to multiple people. Also envious of people who has their hearts on their sleeves, and always chooses their heart over their heads.

49. What is something that your character has nightmares about? Are these frequent? Do they heavily affect your character’s mood? She used to have nightmares of being killed by her own family. They’re no longer frequent but she’s always tense around them.

50. If your character confessed love to their crush, boyfriend, girlfriend, etc, what would they say? She’s a direct person and doesn’t beat around the bush.

#cms:talks #cms:log #cms:muse #thank you friends #come plot with me

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buffintruder · 1 year ago

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man I feel like we don't consume the same media as much anymore tbh so. that character ask game you reblogged + the first character that comes to mind from Kamen rider + #1, 11, 12, 13, 27?

Thank you for sending an ask! You can definitely always send things about stuff we used to be in but are not as much anymore. I'm definitely not going to back down from an excuse to talk about Kamen Rider though haha

I'm going to do Hajime from Kamen Rider Blade just because I was working on a fic about him earlier, and I love him

My first impression of them

This is a bit weird because I did see the last episode of the show before anything else, and he's a lot more emotionally connected to people (specifically Kenzaki), and mostly I remember him looking like he's about to cry when asking Kenzaki not to leave. From watching the show in order though, he's just a gruff guy who loves two (2) people in the world (the single mom and daughter that he lives with and are basically his family now)

11. What’s the first thing you think about when thinking about the character?

I think I mostly just feel kind of sad? To this day I think my first thought is the really sad and desperate expression he makes in the last episode. Honestly I think my entire thought process is "Hajime!!! Hajime :((" when I think about him. His whole existence is a bit tragic (guy created to destroy the world but unfortunately happens to really like some of the people and things in it)

12. Sexuality hc!

Uhhh aroace-spec gay. He doesn't use those labels, but that roughly corresponds to what he is. I think he's in love with Kenzaki and that's about it (is there a sexual attraction element? idk, up to you). He doesn't know what he is doing or what is going on regarding his feelings for the most part. Maybe he could be attracted to other people, but honestly I don't think he cares enough about other people for it to go anywhere even if he was (yes he will fight monsters to save their lives, no he does not have any interest in talking to them). Plus I think there's an element of like, after everything Kenzaki did for him, is it even worth being into someone if they didn't swear to fight fate for him and then give up their life for him? (Honestly, I don't understand how romance or sexuality works, and I project this onto every single nonhuman character I encounter)

13. Your favorite friendship they have

I feel like the obvious choice here is Hajime and Amane. He may have killed her dad? Now he lives with this 9-10 year old and she draws pictures of them that he hangs up on his wall, and he would die for her and she would tear the world apart to find him if he left. He's not quite a father figure to her, but he's also not not one. She helped inspire a love of humanity and of being alive in him. But shout out to Haruka (widower who let this random guy live with her, and he clearly has Something up with him, but she won't press him about it. Absolutely 0 romantic tension between them despite him sort of parenting her daughter, what a dynamic) because I think there's a lot of potential there that people don't tap into much.

27. If they could meet a character from another show/movie/etc, who would be the most fun for them to meet?

I decided to challenge myself by not picking another Kamen Rider character. I honestly think maybe the Doctor from Doctor Who? It's been a while since I've seen that show, but they both have kind of a vibe of "immortal lonely men, the last of their kind but invested in humanity." They'd probably have a somewhat philosophical conversation and the Doctor might give him a bit of hope and encouragement, but they'd both be able to commiserate

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grumpygreenwitch · 1 month ago

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Machina Ex Machina 4-5

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Ilo City rested on a narrow strip of land that left it surrounded by the Sea of Simulation on three sides. It had long grown used to being flooded by the whims of the tide, and no new Sector could be laid out without a requisite number of tidal shelters, meant to accommodate the entire population if need be. Even if only a single sector of Ilo survived, the city’s population would remain standing.

No one had foreseen those shelters having to fend off an entire city falling from the sky. During the first Spirestorm, Halcyon had lost nearly a third of its population. Ilo was counting more than half gone. The Island had been completely obliterated.

The Grid felt a ripple of panic go through its entirety. No one, not even the oldest programs, had ever seen the Spires active in such a fashion; they’d only ever gone live to bring about each generation of programs. Obviously no one believed the unseen, unknown, nonexistent so-called ‘Users’ were suddenly going to show up just to erase all that they had (supposedly) created, but again…

The attacks, if that’s what they were, had happened almost exactly a millicycle apart. The Grid’s entire population held their breaths as another millicycle came and went without a Spire having a genocidal tantrum, and an all-cities meeting was called. Normally the cities of the Grid ran their own matters without interference or input from anyone else but, given the circumstances, even Om’s SysAdmin had showed up, inasmuch as he could.

Adas was standing a step beside and behind Endos, who was himself standing a few paces to the left of PEN, Halcyon’s own SysAdmin. Once a simple first-gen, PEN was one of the few programs of that generation that had naturally upgraded. It was a tall, stately presence in robes of purest violet accented with blue and indigo circuitry. Over it all it wore a darker shawl that shimmered, its weave constantly in motion; Adas had seen a few as they’d come into the city; it was a perma-Cosmetic rotating through the names of all the programs that had been lost in Halcyon.

“I’m glad to see all of us present, in one way or another,” PEN declared to the eight or so projections standing in a circle on the Halcyon CommCon’s main floor. “I ask only that we mourn Aeolus’ absence as the loss it is.”

“So there are no survivors from the Island at all?” one of the other SysAdmins asked, her tone wounded and full of shock.

“None,” Endos replied. “I have also commanded Ilo to be evacuated, at least until we find answers.” He shrugged eloquently. “We’re just too close to the Spire to allow for appropriate advance warning.”

Gungnir scoffed. “What would you consider enough distance for advance warning, Endos?” The SysAdmin for Pevir countered. “You can barely see Halcyon’s Spire from the Souk, and yet here we are.”

“We’re not attacking the Spires,” Endos gritted out. “This isn’t the time to bring up that dead pixel yet again.”

His fellow SysAdmin, a last-gen with a long, blood-colored mohawk and armor that rippled with red and orange circuitry, put his hands up. “Then I won’t suggest common sense,” he declared. “But I will offer all of Pevir’s fleets if someone should want to have them at hand.”

“You want us to invite your battleships into our space?” Glim exclaimed. “Should we also swear allegiance preemptively?”

“That is a very short-sighted response to a very generous offer,” a calm, roughly electronic voice declared, and every SysAdmin turned to the screen in question. Om was the smallest of the cities, the most remote. The city dwelt on the Spire itself, and it was inhabited by programs that most everyone considered… weird, to begin with, interested in matters of abstraction, rather than reality. But OM had been SysAdmin of the city since its inception; he’d been around nearly since the inception of the Grid. He was one of the oldest programs still in existence, if not the oldest, and no one could tell if he’d founded the city, or if he’d renamed himself after it. Though the connection was so bad that his image was full of static and his voice full of noise, his presence still carried the weight of a program who had borne witness to Grid events most there couldn’t even fathom. The unfortunately poor projection made it impossible to guess at his height, which kept on jumping, or his build, which seemed to be fairly solid most of the time. He spoke with a seasoned, calm male voice, and the pale blue of his circuitry was so hard to render that he looked like the most basic of first-gens. Whenever he showed up to a meeting, which was exceedingly rare, he made it a point to speak in a clipped, formal fashion just so the commline wouldn’t make a hash of his words. “I for one would welcome one of Pevir’s ships, if he can spare it for Om. His fastest.”

The meeting went silent as they all realized what Gungnir had actually offered, an offer which only OM had readily understood. Pevir wasn’t offering its battleships to fend off an attack; they were being offered to evacuate the cities.

Gungnir turned to someone not shown on his projection, then back to the meeting. “It will be sent at once. It’s… It’s a long way to Om from here, old friend.”

OM gestured lightly, his mostly featureless face nonetheless showing a grin. “Then we will hope that there is no need for it to make haste.”

“We can’t just… abandon our cities, can we?” Another SysAdmin hesitated.

“Gungnir, you don’t have enough ships to evacuate us all,” Endos pointed out.

“I do.” The SysAdmin’s smile was fierce and humorless.

“Have you built yet more useless -” Glim began.

“He does,” PEN interrupted her, eyes on Pevir’s projection, “if he sends the entire fleet out. All of Pevir’s ships.”

Glim gaped in disbelief. Gungnir shrugged, looking deeply amused. “I don’t imagine any of you are going to attack Pevir at this time. So optimistic of me, I know.”

“We weren’t going to attack you at all to begin with,” ACM, Flow’s SysAdmin and Pevir’s crankiest neighbor, muttered.

Privately, Adas thought that perhaps Pevir had a point: without a Spire to defend against, they didn’t have to worry about getting derezzed into a crater. For that matter, Pevir had destroyed its Spire and nothing had happened to the city. Why were the Spires important enough to preserve?

Almost immediately, her instincts recoiled from the question. Of course they were important. It didn’t even bear thinking about it. She shook her head minutely and focused on the meeting.

“Halcyon is the largest, not the oldest. Om is,” OM was saying. “We are also the smallest, though.”

“Is is a population factor, then? Ilo might have been the second largest -”

“Pevir is the second largest city on the Grid,” Gungnir interrupted. “First now, I guess.” He grimaced.

“Pevir is not at risk, and thank goodness for that,” PEN declared mildly. “I’m not sure your people would be willing to evacuate if they were.”

Gungnir grinned. “Every enemy can be beat. It just takes enough tries to figure out how.”

PEN just rubbed at its forehead. Glim rolled her eyes.

“Where did the Island and Ilo rank?” Endos turned to Adas.

“Third and fourth, in that order.”

The meeting was silent. “Who’s the fifth?” Gungnir asked.

“We are,” Glim breathed out in a frightened little whisper. “Ark.”

“The fleet is on its way.”

“Every sensor on your Spire, Glim,” Endos suggested.

“There’s not even a storm around it right now,” she protested breathlessly, even as she turned away to give directions to her staff.

“We cannot all move to Pevir,” OM reminded everyone. “Choice aside, the area around Pevir is not energy-rich. She does not have the resources to support much more in the matter of population than she already does.”

“And moving programs around will just make someone else a target, if it’s size we’re looking at,” Gungnir added. “For that matter, you said Ilo’s evacuating to Halcyon. What’s that do to your local headcount, PEN?”

PEN turned to Endos, who turned to Adas. Her faceplate flickered momentarily, and her energy levels faltered with an answer she didn’t want to give out loud.

PEN drew itself up very straight. “We will keep an intensive watch on our Spire. Let us go on the belief that if there is to be another event, and if it is indeed targeting cities according to population density, both Ark and Halcyon are first in line. Offense is, at the moment, unlikely. All our efforts must focus on defense and evacuation. Is there any other information we can share?”

There wasn’t, of course. The meeting dissolved into mostly individual conversations as the SysAdmins tried to sort out how to keep themselves from becoming a target.

Endos turned to PEN. “If you wish Ilo to -”

He was interrupted by an upraised hand from the other SysAdmin. “You will be a target wherever you go. We will be a target wherever we stand. Nothing has changed. Continue with the evacuation.”

Endos nodded his gratitude, and as PEN turned its attention back to another matter, Ilo’s SysAdmin turned to Adas. “I’m going back to Ilo to oversee the evacuation. I want you to stay here and oversee this end of it.”

Adas felt her energy bottom out. “What?!”

Endos caught her shoulders. “I need you here, Adas. You have to be Ilo’s voice in Halcyon.”

But… But Ilo was her home, overseeing such things was her job! Why did she have to stay in this unfamiliar, greedy, horrible, no-good -

You’d be angry. You’d be very angry. But you’d be there doing the job.

She drew herself up straight. Angry, yes. But anger didn’t excuse her from doing her duty. “Yes, sir.”

Endos smiled his gratitude at her and then turned to the circle of programs that were working the consoles along the perimeter of the meeting room, out of sight but in charge of all the details that went with such a momentous meeting. “Please inform PEN accordingly. Adas speaks with Ilo’s voice while this situation is ongoing.” He waited for a few nods of acknowledgment before hurrying away.

Adas drew a deep breath. Well, fine. She’d just… She’d make a Little Ilo in Halcyon, away from their weirdness about transactions and whatnot. She turned to the nearest program. “Where’s the sector designated for the Ilo evacuees?”

He handed over a tablet with the information, and she nodded. It looked to be sufficient space, in an older manufacturing area. Nothing that couldn’t be repurposed with the right equipment. “What about security? Supplies? Restructuring crews?” The programs around her gave her blank looks. “Do you expect the incoming programs to sleep on the floor with the gridbugs?”

“Uh…”

She huffed angrily. “Don’t be useless at me, do your job. I need someone in security, supplies and construction to come speak with me. Either that, or tell me where to find them.”

They scrambled to give her the information, which had her going all over a city she didn’t know, with transportation she didn’t understand. What was a ‘spiral’? What were ‘boards’? She stepped out of the meeting room and into a multi-tiered courtyard with elegant light-sculptures scattered throughout, and saw a few groups of programs gathered here and there. A familiar ID pinged her senses. Oh, finally! Someone useful! She made a beeline for the group before she realized what she was doing, and by the time her common sense caught up to her, the six or seven black-masked Sentries had all turned to stare at her. “Um.”

“I know her,” GAM’s voice informed the others. The hyperbolic attention that had slammed into Adas like a wall eased up somewhat, and they turned their attention to one another once again.

“GAM, a word with you, please?” she asked meekly.

He stepped away from the group and closer to her.

“Thank you,” she murmured. It had just come to her that the only reason she was still standing there fretting about her people and her city was him.

He shrugged minutely. “Didn’t do much, did I?”

“A lot of programs are alive because of you,” she told him tartly.

“A lot of them aren’t.”

“Did you expect to save the whole city?”

A sound of amusement came through the black faceplate. “See, logic tells me there was no way. My core? That one wanted me to save two.”

She stared at him.

“What did you want?”

“Oh! Um. Ilo is evacuating, and most of the population is coming here.”

“Aware of that. I think the whole of Sector 42 has been set aside for you.”

“Yes, but that’s all that’s been done.” She gestured at him, suspecting that she wouldn’t have to explain.

She didn’t. “What, no -?” He let out an exasperated sound at her expression, and turned back to the other Sentries. “You’ve got to be kidding me. Janus!”

Another Sentry approached them. Adas could barely tell them apart, if only because the newcomer was a sliver shorter, and perhaps not as broad across the chest. “Problem?”

“No one’s cleared Forty-Two to make sure it’s safe for habitation. Or, you know. Safe, in general.”

Janus groaned. “Why am I not surprised. I’ll get on it.”

“There’s no debris or anything from the… from the event?” she asked GAM as Janus meandered off to speak to another group.

“We didn’t take any damage,” he reminded her. “But Forty-Two’s an old manufacturing Sector, there’s probably junk all over it. Didn’t they assign you some sort of removal crew?”

“No.”

“Do you have any help at all?!”

She stared at him and he sighed, hanging his head.

“I do have the names and coordinates of some programs that might be helpful, but it’s telling me to use this ‘spiral’ thing. I can drive if someone gives me a baton. I’m proficient with both a lightcycle and a crawler.” She offered the tablet.

“The roads are for walking, and batons aren’t cheap,” he replied automatically, taking the tablet. “Come on, I’ll show you how to navigate the Spiral.”

She trotted after him. “But… A baton? You had a baton.”

“Yes, and it’s going to be expensive to replace.”

She huffed in exasperation, and they rode down a lift in silence. “Does everything have a price in Halcyon?”

“Walking in the door doesn’t,” he replied, arms crossed. “Refueling doesn’t. When your people come in, they’re probably going to be given a soukscan.”

“A what?”

He lifted his hand, his armor receding so he could show her the pale white circuit sitting just under the skin of the back of his hand. He curled his fist, and it tightened into a bright glyph, shifting position so it rested across his knuckles. “A soukscan. It’s how you track transactions in Halcyon.”

“We don’t… We don’t do that in Ilo, we don’t do any of your bean-counting thing.”

“No. But here you and your people will have to. Didn’t you get one when you came in?” When she shook her head, he made a little amused sound. “So technically, you’re in Halcyon illegally.”

“What?!” She puffed up in indignation until she realized he was teasing her. “I am here as a representative of my city,” she declared primly. “I’m not joining yours. Wait. Is that how you track the population of the city? With those soukscan things?”

“Yes.”

She hopped on a line immediately, her faceplate bright with calculations.

“What are you doing?”

“Telling your SysAdmin that the Ilo refugees absolutely cannot be given soukscans.”

“Then they won’t be able to get anything for themselves!”

“Do you have to pay for energy?” she demanded.

“No, but -!”

“Population is how the Spires are choosing targets,” she told him. “If Halcyon reads at the same level the last event left it at, there’s a chance there won’t be any more events here, even with all the Ilo refugees on-site.”

He was silent as she sorted through communication channels and messages, getting on top of a pile of issues that was trying to grow before she could do anything about it. She only noticed the silence after the most urgent matters had been dealt with.

“Population. That’s what’s triggering this?”

“It’s the going theory,” she admitted, belatedly realizing that she probably ought not to be blurting out major SysAdmin information in front of just anyone. “I probably shouldn’t have said anything.” She glanced up at the black faceplate.

And told him everything that had been said at the meeting. It was impossible to tell what he thought about it all through the black faceplate. “Do you ever take your helm off?”

“Not if I don’t have to,” he replied distractedly. “With it I’m a Sentry. I’m part of the Wall. If you have faith in the Wall, you have faith in me. Without it I’m just GAM. And GAM might not be someone to trust.”

“Well, I trust GAM,” she countered tartly. The lift doors opened and she stepped out on ground level, looking around and seeing nothing but rising buildings and the odd program hurrying this way and that. No vehicles of any kind, she realized for the first time. The last machine she’d seen was the jet that had brought her and Endos from Ilo to Halcyon.

He followed her out of the lift almost belatedly. “This way.”

She trotted after him.

FIVE

GAM rode with Ilo’s GO4 all the way to Sector 42, because after the first meeting he had the nasty suspicion that, if he didn’t, no one was going to want to listen to her until she bit someone’s head off. Which, he’d come to realize, the little actuarial program was entirely willing, ready and able to do.

It was an eye-opening revelation, and it worried him a little how delighted he was to discover it – but he was. The Ilosian had no behavioral filter. She didn’t count her beans before she spoke to someone, just to see what she could get away with. She had zero beans; she had no soukscan. She had nothing to sell, nothing to buy, and nothing to lose.

They watched as the reconstruction crews repurposed all the detritus that cycles of abandonment had left behind, using the mass to turn warehouses into heavily reinforced habitation cubes, clearing out old manufacturing stock and machinery, making room for ETCs, communication points and other general necessities, all the while keeping in mind the wholesale destruction that had just hit Ilo and doing their best with the materials at hand to plan against a potential third onslaught. GAM wasn’t sure who’d be footing the bill for it, but when the first sailer came in and the Ilosians began to flow into the Sector, carrying what little they’d been able to salvage of their lives, he didn’t care. It felt, finally, as if he were doing something to help, when in Ilo itself he’d been able to do nothing except dig through crushed buildings in the hopes of finding something other than disk shards.

With Halcyon shifting into its downtime millicycle, an Ilosian program brought Adas and him cups of energy while she spoke to what seemed to be Sector Leads. It caught him off-guard, being given something and not having to pay for it. The Ilosian watched in fascination as he held onto the cup and drained the energy remotely from it.

“Not even for that, huh?” Adas asked, downing half the cup in one go. “You don’t have to stay, you know. You probably have things to do.”

“I did. Until we realized there was no City Security watching after you and your people.”

“‘We’?”

“WallSec.” He pointed to the three black-and-violet figures filtering Ilosians at the ramp coming down from the sailer’s landing port. “We oversee everyone coming into Halcyon. And since City Security hasn’t even shown up, I guess I’m with you until they do.”

She sipped at the cup. “And you’re allowed to do that? Just… decide that we’re your job now?” She squinted at him. “You’re not just a Sentry, are you.”

“I am a Sentry.” There was amusement in his voice. “A Wall Sentry. The safety of everyone inside Halcyon City is my responsibility. The moment your people walked in, they became my job.”

She gave him a very suspicious look, sipping at the energy, but another Ilosian chose that moment to rush up to her and hand her a small bundle. “Oh, thank goodness.” She took it and unwrapped it. “Here. I’m sorry, but your Spiral is horrible. I feel like I’m going to miss a step and fall between the boards just looking at it.”

“It takes…” He lost the thread of his words when he saw what she was offering him. “Some getting used to.”

It was a multi-purpose baton, the activity lines on it gleaming in the white and blue of Ilo.

“Well, take it. It’s the least I can do. I’d forgotten you lost yours in Ilo.” There was a second baton in the bundle, which she secured to herself. “It’s just a crawler, though.”

“You should keep it,” he said slowly. “You could make a small fortune selling it here.”

Adas made a rude sound. “We won’t stay here long enough to need Halcyonite beans,” she told him. “Take it. If…” She faltered, but rallied swiftly. “If something happens, I’d rather know you’re fully upgraded to do your job. Of protecting us, you know.”

GAM took the baton gently. “It doesn’t feel any different.”

“It’s a baton, how different can it be?”

“You’d be surprised.” He examined the glowing lines bisecting the device; at least one of them was active. “Multi-purpose batons are rare here in Halcyon.”

“Well, try not to lose it, then,” she replied cheekily. They both looked up as the sailer on the ground deployed its wings and lifted up until it could hitch itself to the nearest data-line, making room for a smaller sibling that was already on approach. “That should be it,” she informed him.

“HEY!”

The shout made her jump and drop the cup, whirling around, but GAM was already prowling away from her, radiating menace in a way she’d not seen from the Sentry before. He pointed at a knot of Ilosians with the baton. “YOU!”

They stared at him, frozen in uncertainty. “Not you, move!” he barked at them. That, they understood, and scattered away from his path as he stalked closer. “YOU!” he snarled.

The Halcyonite program who’d been hiding behind the Ilosians, and rifling through the boxes of supplies Adas had spent an entire millicycle securing for them, froze for all of a picocycle.

Then it took off like a small skiff on a big line.

GAM was after the rogue in an instant, a runaway freight lift. “WallSec 42!” he called out into a dedicated comm-line. “Janus, there’s a breach somewhere in the Sector, I’m in pursuit of a scavenger.”

“Deploying search Bits,” his fellow Sentry replied at once. “Do you need backup?”

“It’s one scavenger.” The program in question, a low-energy figure ahead of him, twisted around a corner and under a set of massive pipes that had not yet been repurposed. GAM leapt over them and closed the distance. “Find that breach and seal it. These programs have been through enough. CitySec ought to have done that much.”

“Yeah, well, they’re claiming since the Ilosians don’t have soukscans, they’re not CitySec’s problem.” Janus’ tone dripped his opinion on that information, and it wasn’t flattering of their fellow officers.

The rogue leapt with impossible grace up, caught the bottom of an old surveillance platform, and used it to further launch themselves onto a rooftop, racing along. GAM didn’t bother following; he wasn’t sure the old platform would take his weight. He was fairly certain the roof wouldn’t. Instead he threw himself through a window into the low building and ran on, head twisted up to follow the scavenger by the dim glow coming off them and shining through the gaps in the roof.

When the thief leapt down he put on a burst of speed and nearly caught them at the door, but some sort of thin rope leapt at him and slashed for his faceplate, and he had to duck, his grab going wide.

What was that?! In all his cycles of service he’d never seen anything like the weapon the program had just used. Was it even a weapon? An Upgrade? A Cosmetic? A patch? GAM picked up speed again and ran on. The rogue twisted around another corner; the Sentry followed and nearly got himself derezzed when a thin pipe came at him out of nowhere and nearly caught him at throat height. He bent down and slid under it on his knees.

“Now you’re making me angry,” he ground out as he sprang back up and raced through a narrow, debris-filled space between two warehouses.

The rogue ran out into a yard full of broken, rusted containers, and dashed into the maze, seeking freedom, but when GAM came out of the chokepoint he was done with games. He pursued until the edge of the tiny wasteland, picked up a piece of material as big as his chest, and threw it as hard as he could.

He caught the scavenger at the knees. The rogue program went down with a yowl, crashing into crates and reducing them to even more tattered bits and pieces. GAM ran up to them, found them rolled into a disoriented ball. Their hair, which was much brighter than the rest of their circuitry, was twisting this way and that like a bunch of severed live wires.

It wasn’t a weapon, or an upgrade, or a patch. GAM’s senses were telling him that it was part of the rogue, for all that it looked so different from them. He rolled the program over with a foot, grabbed them by the throat, and lifted them up. There was enough of a difference in height between them that the rogue was suddenly nearly two feet off the ground, clawing helplessly at the Sentry’s arm. “The Ilosians don’t have it hard enough, you have to steal from them?” he demanded.

“Hey, man, life’s hard for everyone!” the rogue replied angrily. She was a first-gen, though her face had more definition than most. Her body was all straight, simple lines, and her voice had the soft burr that identified most of them, though softened some by a feminine Cosmetic. Her hair lashed out at him again, but this time he called the bluff and the dreadlocks pummeled weakly against his armor. She tried to kick him, but GAM stretched out his arm and she couldn’t reach him. She barely weighted anything. “Let go!”

“Sure. When you’re in containment.”

“Charge me the stupid fine and let me go!”

“So you don’t need to steal, is what I’m hearing. You were doing it just because, if you can pay the fine.”

She writhed angrily in his grip and he shook her once, sharply. “Cut it out! You’ve got one good thing going for you, and that’s that now we know there’s a breach between Sectors. You want a favor from me, you better be showing me where that breach is.”

“Oh, go lick a power line, CitySec,” she shot back, though she was hanging more or less limp in his grip after the shake.

GAM paused at that. “You might want to take a second look, rogue.”

She did. More startling by far, so did her hair. Every dreadlock came up, and tiny optical interfaces irised open at the tip of each one. “Oh.” Her voice went faint, and even her hair looked taken aback. “Oh, gridbugs, you’re WallSec.”

“Pleasure to meet you,” GAM clipped out. “You just spent the last few picocycles getting firmly on my bad side, rogue. Do you want a moment to re-evaluate your priorities?”

“I mean, is it gonna make a difference?”

GAM couldn’t help but be amused. Scared, but not cowed. “It might. About that breach?”

“It’s not a breach,” she strangled out, and he lowered her to her feet but did not release his grip on her throat. “It’s an old delivery system. The seals degraded a few cycles back.” She eyed him warily. “You wouldn’t fit.”

“Funny. Coordinates, please,” he demanded, all courtesy. “Janus, you still listening?”

“Glorying in your brilliant handling of the matter,” his fellow Sentry confirmed, his amusement obvious. The thief muttered out a set of coordinates. “I’ll handle this one myself, GAM.” The line closed.

GAM eyed the thief. The thief eyed him back, exponentially. “Your name and assigned Sector,” he demanded.

“Ugh.” She rolled her actual eyes. “Look, WallSec, there’s no one t-”

She stopped looking at him. Every single one of her eyes shifted just enough that GAM knew he was no longer the focus of her attention. He also knew it wasn’t an attack, or a cohort of the thief, simply because the angle of her attention was too steep. He knew, in fact, exactly was she was looking at. And he knew, without looking himself, that bypassing the soukscans had not worked.

The Sentry whipped around. He didn’t notice, but the thief did, that he shoved her behind him as if he could shield her from what was coming.

Halcyon’s Spire was activating once again. Electric power lined its circuitry, the storm around it feeding it from a wall of electric bolts that was increasing even as the storm itself expanded monstrously. Like a filling energy pipe, the blinding light was rising toward the top with implacable speed.

GAM yanked the thief forward. “Run.”

“Where?!” she demanded.

“The Ilosian buildings are reinforced. Run!” he shouted at her, and they both did as alarms began to bellow through the city once again.

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drifting-pieces-blog-blog · 1 year ago

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tagged by @little-cereal-draws Thanks! :)

I have an AO3.

How many fics do you have on ao3?

12 Works. (soon 13) I say works because three of those were collections that included three parts each. (the 'what we are' series. And then there are the collections of short stories ('moon phases') in which each chapter is a new story. Also there is the other collection of shorts ("Choices Made") that is the prompt list for October in 2022. So.... A lot.

What's your total word count?

197,714 (over the span of 1.5 years)

What fandoms do you write for?

Moon Knight, Werewolf by Night, and Digimon.

Top five fics by kudos

Complications and Solutions (234) What we believe part 3 (193) What we see part 1 (179) Moon Phase Series (165) Front stuck (158)

Do I respond to comments?

Very rarely. I do read every single one of them and save the ones that really make my day in a special place. I just don't like cluttering the comment section. But I DO respond to messages. And they are always open.

What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I don't do sad endings. I always end on hope. Even if it isn't happy or resolved, I always end on hope.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I don't know... I tend not to end on super happy, either. Maybe "Front stuck" or one of the shorts.... "Professor" maybe?

Do you get any hate on any fic?

Not that I'm aware of. I figure if they don't like it, they just click away and don't tell me about it. And I'm fine with that.

Do you write smut?

I have written 6 smutty fics (they are out there under a different name. I will not tell you where. No one ever reblogs them because people only ever like smut fics and on Tumblr no one ever comments on them.) for a total of 79,187 words. .....which means that I have actually written 276,901 words in the span of 1.5 years..... The smut fics do have heavy plot. I lack the ability to just write smut.

But this particular account is my clean account. So all stories in this account will skip over the smut.

Do you write crossovers?

I have written one cross over fic for Moon Knight and Werewolf by night!

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

I've had people ask. I don't know if they've ever actually been translated.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not in the past ten years. And that fic is long gone.

What's your all time favorite ship?

I don't know that I "Ship" people anymore. Not in the sense that the word used to mean back in the day (I'm old). I love to read relationships with Moon Boys x Layla, Ken x Daisuke (Digimon), Moon boys x Frenchie.

What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I have two original stories I will probably never finish. I have a third that is very VERY close to being finished. Someday... I finish my fanfics.

What are your writing strengths?

Abstract concepts and emotions.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Eating scenes. I don't know why I always include everyone sitting down to eat a meal in all my fics. I hate writing them. But for some reason the table is a sit down and hash things out setting for me and then they always have food. Why do I hate myself?

Thoughts on dialogue in another language

Google translate is my abusive lover. I try not to have conversations in other languages because I don't know those languages and I don't want to upset anyone. Maybe I'll toss in a word or two, but it makes me nervous.

First fandom you wrote for?

Digimon. One fic that was started in 2001. Finished in 2012. Roughly 113,077 words. Someday I'll migrate it from FF.net to AO3.

Favorite fic you've ever written?

Surprising everyone but the one person that actually knows me personally, it's for Digimon. It's where my name comes from! "Drifting Pieces". That was a labor of love.

Since this is a Moon Knight blog, my favorite Moon Knight fic is a one shot that got zero love. People don't really go for one shots I guess? It's my favorite because it's incredibly personal and something I had to deal with in real life. "Tomb". I suppose it's understandable that it got no love because unless you have had to experience this very specific thing yourself, you won't understand it.

Tagging: Anyone that has an AO3 that wants to!

#Got tagged #Getting to know me?#Surprising no one I have a hard time shutting up about MK

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justimajin · 2 years ago

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check in tag!

tagged by: @ggukkieland (hello!! I was tagged in this probably centuries ago and never got to complete it :’) but thank you for checking in on me, I’m back now and doing great! 🥰)

1. Why did you choose this URL?

For a couple of very simple reasons: #1 - it had to do something with writing. #2 - it had to do something with Jin. #3 - if it wasn’t punny somehow, then what’s even the point? 😂

But yeah, hope my readers can just imajin while they’re reading my stories~

2. Any side blogs? If you have them, name them and why you have them.

I do have a couple!

@imaji-reads → this one is for my fanfic recommendations. I also have this page over here with some recs if anyone is looking for more reading material.

@imaji-writes → this one is for any helpful writing advice I come across. As much as I love writing, I’m not an expert and always like to work towards improving, so keeping this blog around helps me alot!

Aside for those two, I have a third blog I keep around for any funny/aesthetic posts I come across that aren’t BTS related. I’m part of a lot of fandoms, so I tend to fangirl on this blog a lot 🤭

3. How long have you been on Tumblr?

February 2018! Although I didn’t start writing and officially posting until July-August.

4. Do you have a queue tag?

I don’t have a specific queue tag for regular reblogs, but for my stories I’ll keep tags like ‘[insert story title] queued reblog’. This just helps to keep things organized and also allows me to check that I’ve reblogged my story a couple of times, because there’s moments where I can just forget 😅

5. Why did you start your blog?

I started my blog after being in the BTS fandom for a while and staying as a silent reader between 2016-2018. But in that time, I was so surprised with the different types of fanfics I came across and how good all of them were. This led me into thinking that it would be so much fun to create some of my own stories and share them as well.

Lo and behold! I created justimajin in February of 2018. Although I created my blog at that time, I was going through some struggles (mainly medical issues) and was very close to deleting the blog in July-August. But I thought I would really regret not posting a single story so I tried my best and posted at least one of them (long story short, looks like I ended up staying after that 🤗)

6. Why did you choose your icon?

Because I wholeheartedly believe in purple hair Jin supremacy.

7. Why did you choose your header?

The guys are laughing and smiling in it and it’s just so precious��️

8. What’s your post with the most notes?

Probably my masterlist which is at roughly 1.4k. As for my stories now....I discovered the first part of A Lone Wolf’s Howl is at 1.2k notes?! 😳😳😳 Like how?!?

I guess werewolf! Jungkook really is a deal maker....

9. How many mutuals do you have?

I have a couple, but I not too sure of the exact number since they’re hidden and finding them is kind of tough.

10. How many followers to you have?

Enough to start up a free hugs service.

11. How many people do you follow?

Very few, but it’s a whole mix of different content creaters.

12. Have you ever made a shitpost?

Nope.

13. How often do you use Tumblr in a day?

I try to check in daily (key word: try) but sometimes I just get too busy and have to quickly catch-up.

14. Did you fight/have an argument with another blog once? Who won?

Oh damn 😳 I don’t really make a thing to square-up with somebody but if an argument were to break out, it would be me telling them they’re amazing and them refusing to acknowledge the truth.

15. How do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts?

Eh, I can see the point in them but people can make their own choices.

16. Do you like tag games!

Of course! But I can be a potato sometimes and answer them super late 😔

17. Do you like ask games?

Yes, I do!

18. Which one of your mutuals do you think is Tumblr famous?

Eh...famous is interesting word choice. Do I think they’re all incredible individuals and those that create are fantastic in what they do? 100% yes. Does famous kind of make them sound like celebrities when they’re really just people vibing/doing what they love....?

You get the point.

19. Do I have a crush on a mutual?

@army-author - I absolutely adore her fics and they’re all so comforting <3 Written on our Veins and Gamomania are amongst my favourites and they’re listed on my fic recommendations for those that want to check them out!

Also special shout-out to @ggukkiereads whose fic recommending skills are top tier and the blog is always a go to when I’m looking for something to read 🥰

20. Tags? - only if you want 😊

Oof, it’s been a while since I’ve been back here but if any my readers want to do it and tag me, I’d be glad to check them out!👀

#tag game #about me

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somecunttookmyurl · 2 years ago

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neat addition to the supermarket sandwich lineup reblog to make a new yorker cry

anyway. michael. this is long so im readmoreing it

i met michael in the final year of primary (4/5 to like 10/11 years old) school after my family moved. so we were like... 10

michael was a smart kid. but he was a smart kid who made being a smart kid his entire personality. everything was about how much cleverer he was than you, how beneath him everyone else was, and how many encyclopedias he could read in place of socialising because nobody wanted to talk to him. turns out when you're a Massive Obnoxious Cunt nobody wants to talk to you.

(michael was also extremely overweight which is relevant only in that nobody ever gave him shit for it because he was SUCH a Massive Obnoxious Cunt that he got shit for being a "brainiac" instead. he would however accuse everybody else of only not talking to him or wanting to be friends with him because he was fat. which. my guy)

nobody really cares much about intelligence or testing or metrics in primary school as long as you can read and count it's like. fine. but it became apparent pretty soon after i arrived that i was a smart kid.

for the first time in his life, michael was not THE smart kid. he was just A smart kid. he might not even be the SMARTEST kid.

worse still, although most kids didnt talk to me either (for being a) new and b) a bit weird) i still made a couple of friends and went outside for breaks instead of reading nonfiction and was committing the ultimate sin of being a smart kid without trying about it

he hated me

at the end of primary school, we sit a form of standardised exam called an SAT which gives you a numeric "level" in english reading, english grammar, punctuation, spelling, and mathematics.

i outscored michael on all of them.

then we went to secondary (11-16) school.

there are 3 sets for classes: top, middle, and bottom. you can probably guess how that works but well. the year is divided (roughly equally) into 3 with the smarter/more capable ones in top set and the struggling ones in bottom set and then just. mid. based on how you did in the SATs they kinda make a guess for other subjects too.

michael and i were top set for everything meaning we had every class together (we also had every class together first year when they made the preliminary groupings. some people got moved around a bit after that)

year 8 (second year, age 12-13) and year 9 (third year, age 13-14) is still all compulsory classes so there was no escape

every minor test, every piece of work, every "pop quiz" EVERY single time in EVERY single subject that a ranking could be made i "beat" him. oftentimes only narrowly, which i think was somehow worse

he was still convinced HE was the SMARTEST kid in school. if only he could prove it. i just kept getting lucky.

and then came the (now-abolished) Key-Stage 3 SATs, which tested in english, maths, and science (general). these papers come in tiers meaning the difficulty of the paper you sit will depend on your past performance and where the teacher believes you to be at.

most bottom set kids took a level 3-5 paper. most middle set kids took level 4-6. most of top set took level 5-7.

but there is a secret fourth thing. a tier 6-8. maybe a quarter to a third of kids in top set got put forward for the extra hard version. so we were not only top set, we were top within top.

michael was convinced. THIS time it would prove he was so very very smart. i turned homework in late half the time and was never once guilty of reading a "smart" book and certainly i'd never studied or revised for any test (i still haven't. i still don't know how). SURELY after 4 years my luck would run out and i would be proven for the lucky idiot i was and he would once again be the smartest

i outscored him on all 3. making me yet again "officially" the smartest kid in school.

he did not take this well. he doubled down on his Massive Obnoxious Cunt personality. constantly making a point of how intelligent he was grew more important by the day

in year 10 (14-15) and 11 (15-16) there are still several compulsory subjects, but you also choose a number of optional ones. we both had the same optional choices. we still had every class together.

i became even more lax about like... doing anything ever (it's the undiagnosed adhd) but my coursework and assessments kept coming back: 98%, 100%, 93% (what happened? see me), 97%

he was also getting perfect or near-perfect scores! but he was working for it. he deserved it.

maths was the one that got him the most. it was so terribly unfair that i kept outscoring him - don't i know he's a mathematical genius?

as far as i know these days most GCSEs don't have coursework as part of the final grade, and maths for sure doesn't. but in 2004-2006 it did.

the coursework that counted towards your final grade could be re-submitted. the initial mark you got (up to a level 9) wasn't final. you could edit it and try again to get higher, if you wanted.

my first draft was like an 8.9. just one or two minor tweaks, the notes said, and it's a 9.0

it wasn't much work so i did it and that was that never talk to me about algebra again thank you goodbye sayonara you weeaboo shits etc

michael got an initial 8.7 (THIS IS A REALLY SUPER EXCELLENT GRADE ANYBODY NORMAL WOULD BE FINE WITH). he spent 2 months reworking it. 8.8. another 2 months reworking it. 8.9. he only had another month before it couldn't be changed anymore. he submitted it again, after more work

....8.9

then we took our final exams, and the results came in. he was so sure i fucked it up because i was basically at least a little drunk for the entire exam season (it's the undiagnosed adhd) and was also in and out of hospital for physical issues i now know to be EDS but which at the time were mysteries

but i didn't fuck it up. we got the same letter grade across all our subjects (except religion which was compulsory and i was present for only physically) but the raw scores showed that, yet again, for what was now the sixth year in a row, i outscored him

worse, i outscored him in maths by one point. whilst drunk.

we went to the same sixth form (which is like junior/senior year except not mandatory and all of your subjects are by choice and you only do like 4 or 5 of them)

he opted to take not only maths but also further maths. when he found out i wasn't - because i actually fucking hate maths i just happen to be good at it - he was apopleptic. you would think he'd be happy to be smarter-by-default now but all i'd done was rob him of the chance to prove he'd been smarter this whole time it was just jolly bad luck

he also did physics which like. rather you than me.

i took fine art, art graphics (switched to photography halfway through first year), and music. mostly because i hadn't been "allowed" to take any of them at GCSE beause your choices have to be approved/signed off by your parents which is also why i ended up in economics. because i hadn't done them i had to essentially audition for all of them. i met my now bestie of 16 years during auditions for music which is a thing i do not remember happening because i was drunk and was in fact in the middle of a 5 day party and only remembered last minute i had somewhere to be (that somewhere was enrolling for college) (kind of important) (almost missed it) (party was good)

anyway. the one subject we did both take was computing. which is different from IT in that information technology is using computers... computing (despite not being the one with technology in its name) was the actual technical side. how they work, why they work, and how to code.

we weren't in the same class, which was probably better for michael's blood pressure.

but i was the only girl (not just in my class - doing the A-level in general) which would already have singled me out but i also turned up regularly covered in charcoal to a class of people exclusively studying maths, physics, and chemistry

(i liked computing because it's like maths if maths wasn't shit)

i had very little contact with michael for those 2 years besides occasionally being on the same bus. i think he started to hate me a bit less, and eventually got over not competing with me in maths anymore. he even complimented some of my art.

he'd have been alright, really, if he wasn't such a collosal fucking twat

my undiagnosed unmedicated adhd was getting noticably worse in the less regulated environment and i frequently did not even turn up and started developing drug issues to cope. the college didn't know about the illegal stuff, but my rampant abuse of caffeine had become a campus-wide meme.

eventually, age 18, came results day for our A levels.

i'd actually also dropped fine art and switched to psychology (which i got 100% in - one of 4 people to do so) but was still doing music and now, also, music technology. which is also like maths if maths wasn't shit. i did pretty badly in them.

we both got our computing grades. A-levels at the time didn't generally go up to an A* grade (the highest was A) but our college was one of a set of trial colleges and we were the first year to be guinea pigs for the new A* exams

we both got it. we both got the A*.

we looked at the raw scores

michael: 110/120

alexis: 111/120

god michael was brilliant though. fucking hated me. most perfect example possibly ever of managing to antagonise someone to the point of hatred and obsession not only by doing nothing but by actively doing nothing

#honestly i thought he was gonna walk into traffic after the coursework thing #there's no way that man is not having a heart attack in his 30s #i almost wanted him to 'win' that final one bc like my guy it has been almost a decade please calm down it's okay #in reality he actually was smarter than me i just have a good memory and cope under pressure #i'm an idiot through and through don't get me wrong #proud dumbass in love with a moron #i never TOLD him that though because it was just like #really fucking funny

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eruden-writes · 2 years ago

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Room & Board - Part 13 PREVIEW

Anon submitted this prompt: For the prompt submissions a vampire that feels guilty after feeding/attacking someone so they leave obscenely valuable ancient artifacts as payment/an apology?

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Early access to Part 13 is available on Patreon!

Comments, tags, and reblogs are real motivators for me, too! (●ˇ∀ˇ●)

Also, my inbox is always open for asks, so don’t be shy!

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Special thank you to everyone who weighed in or suggested an outfit for Tabaeus! I ended up building an outfit here. It's not exactly what I ended up describing, but close enough.

The three of you decide to meet up at a Penny’s diner - a quaint eatery, dressed up in greens and yellows, that never quite shook the ‘corporate franchise’ air - for dinner before heading to the theater. Tabaeus and you take the bus together, planning to carpool with Ewan later.

Inside the Penny’s, it is pleasantly warm and only slightly busy, with plenty of empty tables between patrons. The scent of their trademark pies wafts through the air, along with the syrup and sweetness of their 24-hour breakfast specials.

From one of the waiting benches, Ewan stands up upon seeing you. Immediately, he’s all smiles, in spite of Tabaeus’s appearance. Awkwardly, you wave to him, knowing the outfit Tabaeus chose for you is… uncharacteristic.

Your little party of three is led to a corner booth near the back and, after you slip in on one side, you find yourself flanked by your companions. Which only intensifies the stares.

All through the bus ride and into the restaurant, you felt eyes following you and Tabaeus. Perhaps Tabaeus a little more than you, considering their state of dress.

They wore an above-the-knee pink-white-brown plaid skirt with dark brown stockings and a sleeveless brown turtleneck halter, over which Tabaeus wore an oversized soft milk-chocolate brown cardigan. The clothes and shoes - chunky brown platform mary janes - are totally foreign to you. Vaguely, you wonder if Tabaeus has been shopping when you were at work or if they’d figured out the trap of Online Shopping.

Either way, you think they look adorable and well put-together. Especially with the little brown beret, pink tie, and retro round sunglasses with brown-gold frames.

You can’t say the same for yourself. Tabaeus fished out that bat onesie from wherever it had been stashed.

It turns out the vampire was very well acquainted with the idea of karma.

“So, what’s with the get-up?” Ewan laughs, turning to you after the waitstaff has taken your drink orders.

Even though he’s dressed casually, he still puts you to shame. The dark denim vest, with lighter colored sleeves roughly sewn on to make it a jacket, and tee-shirt are ones you’ve seen before. You even helped to sew some of the patches on the jacket. Though his jeans appear new and without holes, even if his sneakers are the same-old same-old.

Slumping further into the seat, you press your hands to your face. The wings of the blasted pajamas catches on the table’s edge and you huff, “Tabaeus chose it.”

“I do not know why you are complaining,” Tabaeus chuckles and, when you look at them, they give you a vicious, teasing smile. They reach over, pinching your cheek with cold their cold fingers. “You look cute enough to eat.”

Moodily, you swat Tabaeus’s hand away, your own lips puckering further into a pout. You had hoped they’d dress you up snazzily or sexily. Something that would make it so both you and Tabaeus could taunt and tease Ewan. You should have known better, in retrospect. Why would they help you look tantalizing, just to dangle you in front of their potential natural enemy?

“Well, we should un-cute-ify you enough so no one eats you, hm?” Ewan leans over to you, nearly touching his forehead to yours. Before you can answer, he has shrugs off his jacket and offers it to you.

“My hero,” you dryly say as you grin and accept the jacket. It takes you a moment to struggle into the jacket, folding the sewn-to-sleeve wings into the arms of the coat. The scent of Ewan and pine envelops you, his sinfully warm body heat still lingering in the fabric.

You hope this will keep people from staring at the pajamas. Though you doubt it.

From the corner of your eye, you see Tabaeus roll their eyes in an exaggerated fashion. Childishly, you stuck your tongue out at them, having beat their little revenge plot. But Ewan isn’t done. From his pocket, he fishes out a collar. He holds it out to you, an eyebrow cocked and a goading, wolfish smile on his lips.

You smooth the hood of the pajamas over the collar of the jacket, before reaching for the dog collar. The snort of laughter you make isn’t stifled as you ask, “Why do you have a dog collar?”

If you’re going to dress ridiculously, might as well go all out, you decide. Without thinking of the potential implications, you slip the collar on, fastening it at a comfortable setting. Like the jacket, it weighs warmly against you.

Before Ewan can respond, Tabaeus sniffs loudly. “I told you, he’s a dog.”

They don’t even look up from the menu they’re suddenly so interested in. Amusement in Ewan stills, his gaze jerking to Tabaeus. Danger prickles across your skin and suddenly the air is heavy, like an angry predator stalked into the room. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

#vampire #room and board #room & board #tabaeus #reader #vampire x reader #monster x reader #preview #Tabaeus is going to:#a) steal Ewan's love interest and rub it in Ewan's face that they can be femme while doing it #AND #b) throw Ewan off his game #We'll see if it'll work for Tabaeus #lol #might backfire

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clownaroundtown · 5 years ago

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How To Make Your Own Clown Doll ! (A Guide)

Hello good people !!

I have made a few clown dolls before, and someone submitted a question asking if I followed any guide for them or had a guide myself. I sorta made it up as I went for the first doll, but I have learned better methods of doing things since then!

Here is my guide on how to make some dudes for yourself!

You will need:

Fabric for the body - I used an off-white fleece for the torso and limbs for this one, but have previously used a thin off-white sorta cotton fabric, which works better if you want floppier/thinner limbs!

Fabric for the clothes - Use whatever you want, honestly! I used some cool stretchy silver-metallic fabric for mine but have previously used cotton and polyester patterned fabrics !

Polymer clay - I used Sculpey III for this one, but for my previous two I used some other kind of Sculpey that was very very light and airy, which made it hard to sculpt properly without squishing it! If you want to add any detail to the face shape, use some firm polymer clay !

Posca pens (optional) and acrylic paints - Acrylics are used for the base coat on the head. I used the paints for the details too previously, but used posca pens on this one which was much easier to do the face details with! Either works just fine, though : )

Faux fur - for hair! If you want a bald clown or one with just a hat without hair, you don't need this!

Decorative trims and such - I used some pink frilly elastic trim, blue dotted non-elastic trim, white elastic frilly mesh, buttons, a silver bell and some blue velvet ribbon for this guy! You can literally use whatever you want (ribbons, bows, pom-poms, lace, etc) to make your clown look cute!!

Varnish - Use spray varnish if you can! It'll help prevent the face paint from smudging (all 3 of mine have had this happen using varnish with a brush). It is possible to use varnish with a brush on them but be careful with it! I used sculpey gloss varnish.

Tin/aluminium foil

Basic sewing supplies (needles, thread, pins, scissors)

Steps

1. Make a ball out of the foil, a little smaller than the size you want the finished head.

2. Cover it in a layer of Sculpey and sculpt the face shape you want. Include a pretty thick neck with the base at the bottom WIDER than the rest of the neck. This will be how the head is anchored to the body!

3. Bake the clay, let it cool, and sand it down so that it is nice and even without any finger-prints!

4. Paint a base coat on it with acrylic paints!

5. Paint/draw on whatever face details you want using acrylics or posca pens! Let your creativity flow!!

6. Varnish it!

7. Draw out the body pieces (torso and limbs) on your body fabric. You'll need two torso pieces, four leg pieces and four arm pieces. Honestly there's no method to what shape to draw, just draw what shapes you want them to be! (Remember to reverse each second piece though so that they match up when sewing them together). I used a rounded rectangle for the torso, and chose to make the legs on mine very long!

8. Cut out all the pieces and sew them together with the CORRECT sides facing INWARDS and the WRONG sides facing outwards. Once sewn, flip them inside out. MAKE SURE TO LEAVE THE TOP SIDE OF THE TORSO UN-SEWN TO INSERT THE HEAD!

9. Almost fully fill the body with plastic pellets, and only partially fill the limbs (I filled them about 1/4 full)! If you don't have those, use dry rice like I did (or dry lentils) or sand! If you use sand, ensure sure you make your stitches REALLY close together so sand doesn't come out of any gaps! If you want the limbs to be chunkier, fill them with more pellets OR stuff the rest of them with poly-fill or cotton wool!

10. Insert the neck into the torso and sew the opening tight around it, like this! The wide base of the neck stops the head from coming out : )

11. Sew on the limbs! The stitching doesn't have to be perfect here since the clothes will hide it!

12. Make the clothes! You can make whatever kind of clothing you like; I just made a baggy little jumpsuit sorta thing for my guy! To do this, I laid the clown out on the fabric and roughly drew the shape for clothes around him based on what I wanted! Flip it, lay it down in the fabric again and then trace this to get the second jumpsuit piece!

13. Use the same method of sewing the pieces together with the CORRECT sides facing each other so the WRONG sides are facing outwards. Then turn the clothes inside-out so that the right sides are now facing outwards! MAKE SURE TO LEAVE OPENINGS FOR THE HEAD AND LIMBS TO COME OUT THROUGH!

14. Put the clothes on the clown!!

15. (Optional) Glue fake fur on the top of the head in the style you want it! I used hot glue because I didn't have anything else, but fabric glues and all-purpose glues would be good too! If you don't want hair, just skip this step!

16. (Optional) Hat!! Cut out a wide triangle shape, sew the opposite sides together and then sew a circle to the base if you want a pointy hat like my dude's one (I don't have photos of this sadly but I'm sure there's a tutorial out there of how to sew a cone)! Then glue the base to the top of the head.

16. And finally, add all the trims and extra bits you want to make them look super cute !!! I just sewed on some ribbon to the base of the hat and around the ankles, sewed some frilly elastic trims around the neck, added a little silver bell to the hat, sewed frilly trim around the wrists and ankles and then sewed two buttons onto the front of his clothes!

And then, your little clown is done !!!

I hope this comes in handy to anyone wanting to make their own clown dude!

I would appreciate any reblogs and such of this to help spread the clown joy !!

Have fun !!!

(Small note! I would appreciate if you didn't copy any of my clowns directly! Please use this as more of a guide than an exact tutorial to make this specific clown! Being creative with yours is much more fun!! :•D)

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kingeorgey · 2 years ago

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the reception to ‘Faithless and Mystic, Faint as Can Be’ on ao3 has blown me away. i know i don’t reply to comments or reblogs (i get really anxious replying to comments) but they mean the WORLD to me. i obsess over each and every one.

as my thanks for reaching 1,000 hits, i present to you:

Things About “Faithless and Mystic, Faint as Can Be” that Only the Author Knows

1.) I kind of hate the title because it doesn’t fit anymore (see #2)

2.) This book was never meant to be a book. It was going to be a roughly 15,000 word 3-chapter fic, purely about the group’s first meeting post-cyclone. I was as shocked by The Kiss as the audience, and that’s when I made it a full length fic.

3.) I don’t know why I decided to put poems at the beginning of the chapters. Just for fun, originally. Now I feel like I’m committed. The first 3 chapters, I had the poems decided beforehand. Since then I either do it towards the end, or right before I upload. Is it pretentious? Slightly. But I’m committed now.

4.) I do not write characters if I don’t know their favorite ice cream flavor. Whether it’s Ricky or Penny, or the bully with one line in chapter 5. There are some tossups, though.

5.) Ricky’s dad, Henri, is actually Henri-Pierre Potts. He and Victoria met at a French-Canadian speaking university in Sudbury. Uranium was only a 40 minute drive from their post-uni jobs, and real estate was cheap, so they got a nice house and stayed there. Victoria’s maiden name is Charlotte.

6.) The Potts are not devout Catholics whatsoever, just put Ricky at St. Cassians because they make good money and figured it would be a better education. Ricky’s disability (better put, how others treated them) played a big role in their shift away from the religion- will be expanded upon in future chapters or a future oneshot.

7.) 99% of this book has been written with Peaky Blinders in the background.

8.) Mischa is roughly 6’5. Eastern Europeans tend to be pretty tall and I come from a tall family- I thought all boys were 6’3 minimum until I got into high school and 6’0 was considered tall. (I’m just under 5’11 myself)

9.) I purposely do not mention Noel’s height, or whether he is cisgender.

10.) I cannot, for the life of me, write Constance Blackwood. Ocean is a struggle, pretty neck and neck with Noel. The other three are extremely easy to write.

11.) Penny’s height is never explicitly stated, either. It’s mentioned that she’s small, yes- but, was I talking about her literal appearance?

12.) Victoria Potts cannot handle raw meat in any capacity. If Henri does not do the cooking (which, in chapter 4, we learn he does) the Potts don’t eat meat. My older sister is like this, I find it an interesting quirk.

13.) The kids are going to have a homecoming dance / end of autumn dance. I know that’s American, but I’m the author and my fanfictions are dictatorships. The Ricky and Penny interaction is going to be gloriously teenage boyish.

14.) Titling the chapters is the absolute last thing I do, and it’s one of my favorite parts.

15.) So far, one of my favorite moments as an author has been the ceramic plate metaphor in chapter 4 (I think) when Mischa stays the night at Ricky’s. This fic has really pushed my writing beyond what I thought it could be and even though it’s kind of stupid, the ceramic plate thing made me so proud when I typed it out. I’ve been consistently writing fanfiction since fifth grade (started with a One Direction trilogy, don’t ask) and now I’m in my third year of college. I’ve come a long way and I really do enjoy writing fanfic in my free time, it’s nice to write something I’m so insanely proud of!

That’s all for now- thank you endlessly for the support! 🤍

#jane doe #ride the cyclone #ricky potts #ride the cyclone fanfiction #penny lamb #constance blackwood #mischa bachinski #ocean oconnell rosenberg #noel gruber #spacedolls #rtc fanfic #fanfic

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meimi-haneoka · 2 years ago

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Hello! I rewatched all CCS episodes plus the 2 movies but have never seen Clear Card. I follow the CCS tag here and i reblog stuff ocasionally and I found your blog and i was wondering if you have any advice on how to approach clear card. Do i read the manga first and then watch the anime or what do you recommend?? Thanks in advance and sorry to bother you:)

Hello, and thank you for sending me an ask! 😊 You don't bother me at all, actually your question is pretty legit because we have a little something between the OG series and the Clear Card Arc that could be confusing to those who don't know how things effectively work! Soooo, let's see in detail. After you watched the old CCS anime + the two movies, you can:

Watch the OAD called "Sakura and the Two Bears", which sometimes is errouneously called "Clear Card episode 0" or even "Prologue" by official sources. Truth to be told, that was a very poor marketing strategy because the OAD "The Two Bears" is just the (really pretty and well done) anime adaptation of the entire volume 12 of the old manga. Since the events of the finale in the OG anime and OG manga were pretty different, they decided to use the excuse of animating the manga finale, while it served for the Madhouse staff as a "warm up" for the actual work on the Clear Card anime later on. The DVD was included with the Special Edition of volume 3 of the Clear Card manga. Ironically, even though it's called "Clear Card Prologue" by official sources, this OAD doesn't have anything to do with the Clear Card anime plotline, which resumes the story from where the anime left it with the second movie and follows the anime canon (presence of Meiling, Wei, mentions of the Nadeshiko festival etc). It is a very endearing animated product, but if you don't watch it you won't miss any important info pertaining the anime canon.

You can start watching the Clear Card anime from episode 1. The anime adaptation of Clear Card is pretty well done (I hope you can find the Bluray version with touched up animation) and follows *quite* faithfully the manga, while including some original episodes that are nice to watch and give the possibility to anime-only characters to appear. The only problem with the Clear Card anime is.....that we currently only have the first season, which roughly corresponds to 1/3 of the entire story. 😅 We're all desperately waiting for a season 2... ...And this is where the Clear Card manga comes into play. My heartfelt suggestion is always to read it from the beginning even if it might seem redundant after watching the anime: it isn't, because some things are still slightly different. But if you really don't feel up to it, at least start reading it from chapter 24 or volume 5, where things REALLY start to be different (there is one major difference with episode 22 of the anime). And then continue, to find out what happens afterwards. We're currently at volume 13/chapter 66, and it's bound to be over in volume 14. This is a great moment to read the whole manga and enjoy the last chapters "in real time".

#reply #cardcaptor sakura #card captor sakura #clear card arc

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nevertheless-moving · 4 years ago

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My Star Wars Fix-It AUs Thus Far

(ranging from non-existent to a single outline to drabbles to ficlets to 60,000+ word WIP)

Updated as of July 2022

Read Them All ‘In Order’ Here Desktop: click this link App: check out my ‘my au’ tag

AO3 LINK

For other excellent content check out my Sideblog (gradually shifting my reblogs over here) (STORMLIGHT ARCHIVE AU MASTERLIST HERE)

NOTE:

On DESKTOP, The Bolded Link at the beginning of the description shows the au in roughly chronological order.

On MOBILE, try the (italicized link in parentheses) at the end of the description for the first post of the au, or scroll down and click on the tag of the au you want to visit.

~ ~ Full List Below The Cut ~ ~

2. Baby Shower AU (*COLLABORATIVE*) - “I feel like there should be an Au where Anakin plans a baby shower for Padme and accidentally kills palpatine in the process” - yodacommittedwarcrimes (complete drabble)

3. Pop Star Wars AU - Time-traveler Obi-Wan becomes a secret pop star in order to save the galaxy. Crack. (Ramblings, song lists, and various drabbles)

4. Kywalkers AU - Young Anakin Skywalker, on Illum to get his very first lightsaber crystal, is shocked when An Asthmatic Sith Lord, A Princess, A Moisture Farmer, and a metric kriffload of crystals fall from the sky. (Outline)

5. Musical AU that I don’t have a satisfying name or plot for yet.

6. Bewilderment AU: In which Ben tells a ‘joke,’ Han tells a ‘lie’ and now Darth Vader actually thinks Luke is his son. Wait, what do you mean— (IV & 3/4 episodes rewritten)

7. General Confusion AU: Deaged Obi-Wan AU. 13-year old Obi-Wan Kenobi has his ‘future’ explained in the worst possible way. (outlines, memes)

8. Turtle Crossing AU - Discworld x Star Wars crossover au for which I have many unwritten thoughts, all extremely gentle. (ficlets)

9. Bad Touch AU - Anakin publicly accuses Palpatine of possibly the only crime he hasn’t committed because that’s easier to explain to the public than the sith stuff. Crack and Angst. sorry. (ficlets)

10. Deception Time AU - Vader realizes they’ve both time traveled. Obi-Wan doesn’t. Vader plays along. (Outline)

11. Moeder Van Vader AU - Shmi appears to be the only one capable of controlling Anakin’s mysterious and terrifying older brother, a powerful Cyborg Sith Lord with unknown motives. (drabbles)

12. Stranded Solos AU - General Anakin Skywalker meets his grandson and son-in-law. Han shoots first. (drabbles)

13. Broken Fight AU - Old Ben and Vader, at the climax of their death star fight, are yeeted 20 years into the past. When they wake up in their younger bodies, much general and personal distress ensues. (outline and drabbles)

14. Entire Armies AU - Winner of my ‘200 followers i’ll write an au for you’ prize. Prompt: “the 212th, 501st, Anakin, Ahsoka, and Obi-Wan travel back in time to when Obi-Wan was a child slave...” (outline/drabbles)

15. *sighs* Sith Macenjar AU - winner of my ‘1500 followers i’ll write an au for you’ prize. Coming—coming soon.

16. Body Swap AU - (*COLLABORATIVE*) Obi-Wan > Cody > Anakin > Padme > Obi-Wan. Confused waking up scene! Hijinks! Gender! Family! Whatever the fuck is going on with Cody in Anakin’s unholy cosmic-powered body! (stone soup fanfics/outline)

17. Sith Obi-Wan AU - Cause everyone’s gotta have one. Time travel fix-it, in the absolute loosest possible sense. Outgrowth of 700 followers celebration. ANGST. (ficlets)

18. Obikin Crisis AU - Canon Obi-Wan and Anakin meet themselves from another timeline. They’re horrified to discover that their bond in this universe is NOT paternal. (ficlets)

19. Lost Luke AU - Luke loses his aunt and uncle, only to find his grandmother. And...his aunt and uncle? And his DAD (And maybe his mom)?? Chaos ensues. (outline/fics/ficlets)

20. Macenjar AU - Inspired by this meme. (fanfic)

21. Amnesia Duo AU - Obi-Wan and Anakin run-afoul of some Sith temple defensive measure and both completely lose their memory. Slapstick. (outline)

22. INFODUMP AU - Ben desperately tries to give his younger self a bunch of future knowledge as fast as possible. (outline(s))

23. Han Sonnow AU - Han is not looking forward to going through puberty again. Everyone on Kashykk is deeply concerned about Chewie’s sudden obsession with his tiny hairless pet. Shenanigans. (outlines/ficlets)

24. Rouge Handed AU - Obi-Wan Kenobi, in universe, gets suckered into playing the lead role of Christian in the hit corellian holomusical, Moulin Rouge. (oneshot)

25. Phantom of the Past AU (*COLLABORATIVE*) - Clone Wars Obi-Wan and Anakin accidentally time travel, utterly ruining the climax of the Phantom Menace. Initially conceived by @willowcrowned (connected ficlets)

26. Maul Again AU - The first time Maul died, it was on Tatooine, at the hands of a Jedi Master. Time loop inspired by Purple Days. (ficlet)

27. Suicidal Misunderstanding AU - Ben Kenobi gets high on Tatooine and inexplicably and unknowingly time travels. After taking advantage of what seems to be a very vivid hallucination, he tries to wake up. Panic ensues. Angst with a Happy Ending. (*Legit* Fanfic! (WIP) I , II , (Bonus 2.5) III , IV , V , VI , VII , VIII , IX , X , XI , XII , XIII , (Bonus 13.5) XIV , XV , XVI , XVII , XVIII , XIX , XX, XXI , XXII , XXIII , XXIV , XXV , XXVI , XXVII) (Edited version on AO3)

28. Sith Padme AU - Very similar to the prequels, except Padme’s choices really make a lot of sense. Eventual Empress!Padme and Rebel!Anakin. Outgrowth of 700 followers celebration (outline)

29. Frog Promise AU - Jedi Master Luke Skywalker defeats an outdated droid army only to find out afterwards he is a) on Naboo somehow b) not the only Jedi around and c) several decades in the past. (outines)

30. Manda À Trois AU - Cody inadvertently acquires the darksaber! Polyerotic bandaging of wounds! Satine and Cody friends to political marriage to lovers! Is raw Mandalorian sexual magnetism enough to save Obi-Wan from infinite sadness?? (outline)

31. Invisible Hand Chaos AU - Din, Luke and Grogu derail the climactic fight between Anakin, Obi-Wan and Dooku on the Invisible Hand. (WIP)

33. Unrestrained AU - From this Ask - ”Imagine Luke and Leia ending up in the clone wars era but all of their force abilities are “what the actual fuck?” levels of bullshit” (outline/drabble)

34. Porn Prophecy AU (*COLLABORATIVE*) - For nearly 700 years, Jedi High Council Members have attempted to decode the mysterious holocron. The key figures are now alive, the time of prophecy is now, and everyone has to fucking deal with that. This, but like, its an obi-wan kink-meme!!! And there’s centuries of academic commentary!! About the porn! Crack. Really funny but only accessible in the chat between willowcrowned and I, and I don’t have the energy to type it up so hopefully she does

35. Chaotic Good Luke AU — time travel au where old Luke dies and wakes up age 18 again. (rotating like a rotisserie chicken in my brain)

36. Cradlerobber AU - Obi-Wan and Cody decide to wait until Cody officially turns 18. The empire falls a little faster. (complete)

37. Gift From The Force AU (*COLLABORATIVE*) - Heartwarming Anakin Mpreg vaguely deriving from an off-hand comment of @willowcrowned and expanding through the honest feels of @phoenixyfriend , @atagotiak , and various anons. (musings)

39. Naked AU - Obi-Wan inexplicably loses all his clothing. Grievous also dies but it’s largely irrelevant to the story. Shenanigans ensue. (not much)

40. Flashburn AU - Old Ben employed a desperate coping mechanism to suppress some of his worst memories. Which might not be so much of a problem if he wasn’t miraculously in the past, trying to fix everything. (ficlets)

41. Just Kill Him AU - Just Go Kill Palpatine. He’s Clearly a Pedophile. You Have a Laser Sword. He’s an Old and Frail Man. This Is the Best Option. It Will Be Easy. (WIP) (also on ao3)

42. Panakin Loop AU - Anakin’s Angst fuels a Revenge of the Sith time loop. It takes...a LOT of tries to get to fix-it (concept/drabbles)

(all of the above aus are tagged ‘my au’)

You can ALSO check out:

my stone soup tag for additions of various sprawl in other people’s aus as well as additions of various sprawl from other people into my au, including dinluke identity porn, leia time traveling and causing conniptions, maul & anakin hunting down Rako Hardeen, and much, much more!

(my branch of the 14-year old Anakin crashes on DC Earth is under the corn boy anakin au tag)

my meta tag for various thoughts, overwhelmingly star wars,

and my writing tag for miscellaneous things I wrote but don’t know where to put

400 followers celebration crack star wars truth-or-dare

misc song fics for the 700 followers celebration

Sideblog (gradually shifting my reblogs over here)

answers to asks

and, if you enjoyed this list so much that you feel like buying me a coffee or a cup of tea, or if you want to wistfully throw a coin in the magic fountain to try and nudge me towards a particular au, i’m on ko-fi and currently hoping to raise enough for one bubble tea

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