#so i’d be writing two stcs

[samobservessonic]

Why do you want to read Sonic the Comic?

The short answer is because it was my intro to the Sonic series as a whole, but I haven’t reread most of it since I was a kid. But I’ll go into a little more detail about that below the readmore, as well as outlining what I will and won’t be reading for this blog

Sonic the Comic issue #80 rewired my brain and changed my life

Now, the first issue of StC that I bought as a kid was #80. I should add a disclaimer here that there was a kid I knew back then who recommended me the comics - she had issues #78 and #79, so I probably at least glimpsed those as well. But #80 was the first issue that I had for myself (and I still have my copy!), so that’s the one that gave me my first impression of Sonic

I’m sure StC fans will know why this issue was a big one and even Sonic fans who have a casual familiarity with StC will probably see Super Sonic on the cover and guess that a lot of stuff happens in this issue… and you’d be right! I’ll save the review for when I actually get to this issue in my reread, but the basic premise is that Sonic goes to visit his friend Porker Lewis on the Floating Island (later known as Angel Island in the games), where the chaos emeralds and master emerald are kept suspended above a giant… hole thing that holds their power (kid me didn’t ask questions, adult me still doesn’t). Sonic fell in this hole and got a full whack of their power, turning him into the evil Super Sonic who’s hellbent on destroying the last person who’d been on Sonic’s mind, who happened to be Amy Rose

The story ends on this cliffhanger and I can pin-point this single image as the reason I got into Sonic in the first place

…Like, look at this!! The art is so cool! What’s going to happen to Amy Rose? Why has Sonic turned into a crazy powerful being who wants to kill her? I have to know more! I have to get the next issue and maybe devote my entire life to this series! Like, Super Sonic looks so powerful and Tails looks terrified of him! But Amy still looks quite calm and collected. Maybe she’s only just noticed Super Sonic zooming into the scene or maybe she’s just composed enough to not be as fearful of him as Tails is. Obviously, even without knowing anything about the series, I could tell that Amy is Sonic’s friend and I want her to be okay. But something about seeing her reaction in this panel made it seem like the “Next Issue: Amy vs Super Sonic!” advertised at the bottom of this page wouldn’t be as one-sided as some might expect it would be And that’s how, on (roughly) 21st June 1996, an 8-year-old who’d just spent their £1.20 pocket-money had their socks blown off by a Sonic comic (Out of curiosity, I looked up where Archie Sonic was at around this time and it was… issue #37! The Knuckles spin-off comics would also be released the month after this. But I wouldn’t know about the existence of either of these until later)

Now, 80 issues into an on-going series is obviously a late point to hop on, but I can honestly say that it never hindered me reading the comics as a kid. Every two weeks I’d get to see Sonic and his friends have adventures and sometimes they’d mention established lore that I might not have known, but it was easy just to write that off as something from an earlier issue and carry on Also, after a certain point, StC started to reprint older stories. Which was both a blessing and a curse, because on one hand it meant that I could catch up with older stories I hadn’t read before, but on the other hand it deprived the issues of newer stories, until the comic would eventually become entirely reprints from issue #185. Even so, I can confidently say that there are probably stories in the first 79 issues of the series that I’ve never read, so I’m looking forward to getting to those on my read-through So, will you stop reading at issue #184? While I intend to read from #1-184, the reprints issues do feature new covers from Richard Elson

Many of which show newer takes on earlier stories, featuring the green-eyed Sonic of the modern era. So while it’s far away now, I’ll most-likely do a post about these covers to conclude my read-through. Although man, looking at #185’s cover in particular puts me right back into being there as a kid, expecting to see new stories, only to open the comic and get entirely reprints…

Will you be reading the non-Sonic stories?

Early on in its run, StC featured stories from other SEGA titles of the time, before committing to being entirely about Sonic. While not to diminish the merits of these stories, I just don’t have the same familiarity with most of their source material that I do for Sonic, so I won’t be reading them. The exceptions being probably the Ecco stories (because I did play Ecco as a kid) and Decap Attack, because Decap Attack was still running after I started reading the comic and I remember enjoying it. But I won’t be blogging about either of these in the same way that I will be the Sonic comics themselves, so you won’t have to skim past posts about loads of other series to get to the Sonic stuff

What about the Sonic spin-offs?

I will absolutely be reading these once I find or make a good reading-order that slots them into their proper place. The above summer ‘96 special was also one of my first StC issues and I remember it fondly

What about the Captain Plunder stories?

Yep! Captain Plunder exists in Sonic’s universe and I enjoyed his standalone stories as a kid, so I’ll be including him in my reread Anything else?

For a time, StC included game reviews and ofc they also had a fanmail and fan art section, like Archie and IDW. For the most part, I’ll only be including small bits of these that I find interesting or relevant, but I won’t be talking about them wholesale. Though I’m sure that a Sonic comic’s reviews of Sonic games will be worth a look at

[goldenseresinretriever]

Hiii! Just wanted to say that I adored your prologue for Subject to Change! Reader is going through it at the end there 😂😂😂 Once I’m done my Hangman fic I’ll definitely be trying my hand at Twisters Tuesday!

Quick question (and feel free to tell me to go away), if StC is going to be updated on Tuesdays, do you have an idea of when False Confidence will be updated? Or will that be on a more random schedule (because I recognize that getting three chapters in a row was a blessing from the gods)

Hi hi hiiii!!! I can’t wait to see what you come up with for Twisters Tuesday! And yes I’m definitely playing around with updating STC on Tuesdays but I’m not the best at sticking to a schedule so I’d say maybe at minimum once a week on Tuesday but it truly depends on my motivation and schedule. For example, ideally I’d like to get Chapter 1 out tomorrow or Friday 👀

As for False Confidence, that’s definitely not going to be on any kind of schedule but I will say it’s probably going to be my first priority when it comes to the two fics, and I’m actually working on Chapter 7 right now with the aim to get it out later today! I have a pretty open schedule for the rest of this month and some of next month so I’m trying to milk that and get as much writing done as I can!

So long story short it’s going to depend on my plans on any given day or week. For example, last week I was free Monday, Tuesday, and half of Wednesday so I got updates out every single day. I try not to update fics during the weekend because tumblr is dead those days, so depending on my schedule I like to use those days to catch up and get some stuff started or even queued up for the week but that doesn’t happen as often as I’d like 😅

[asleepinawell]

huge fan of your fics! if you don’t mind me asking, what’s your writing process? i’m always so impressed with how quickly you complete fics, especially when the quality is also wonderful

process is a generous word for it. for the majority of my fics I just...write. no planning, no outlining, just sit down and write and assume plot things will sort themselves out in the end. too much planning ahead makes it less likely I'll finish something because once I know how it all works out I lose interest. I don't usually know how fics are gonna resolve or end, but I often have one or two very clear visuals for a specific moment in time I want to include and I just have to figure out how I'm going to get there.

in the last year though I switched to pre-writing entire fics before posting them. I still don't plan them out or know how they're going to go ahead of time, but it does let me tighten up world building since I can go back and edit early parts with the knowledge of how it ends before I post it.

the trade off is that I don't get the ongoing encouragement/validation of kudos and comments as I go to provide motivation, but so far that hasn't been as big an issue as I thought it would...partly because one of my friends reads my wip stuff a lot which is an enormous help (thank you @themaarika 🙏) and partly because it turns out I really want to know how I'm going to make the story magically work this time!

like it's always great when I'm writing and I realize that some random thing I shoved in the story with very little thought turned out to be the key to how a main plot conflict gets resolved. that was something that happened in a big way in the fic that I just started posting and I was like wow thanks past me!

so I think the writing in full ahead of time thing is working out well for me. it's way less stressful since I don't feel like I run the risk of losing interest and leaving a story unfinished after I start posting it. and I don't feel bad for taking forever to post a chapter. wǣrloga is the longest I've done that with, though originally I'd guessed it would only be 40-50k words and it ended up at 74k-ish. considering stc was supposed to be, like, 60k and ended up at 319k I figure my estimate wasn't too bad by comparison.

so yeah, I usually get a story idea and fixate on it and maybe think up some cool random ideas associated with it. in some specific instances I then pause to do research. for the dishonored au fic I went and read through the book I have that has every single book/note/text from the game and spent a lot of time on the wiki and replayed all the games to nail down the world of the game to make it as accurate as possible. for the lighthouse fic I spent some time looking up how lighthouses worked and diagrams of the insides of lighthouses. a lot of times I'll find ref images too of things that fit the story aesthetically. I very occasionally have a mood playlist as well. I did for this latest one.

then I just open a gdoc and start typing. I don't outline but as I write I often scrawl down notes to myself about things I need to resolve in the plot later. in the case of wǣrloga, which was unique in the fact the world building was entirely original and I prewrote it (as opposed to star wars and dishonored au which were prewritten but based on existing worlds) I made a ton of notes as I went of things I changed slightly to improve world building that I would have to go back and correct after.

once I finish a chapter I usually read it through once or twice and do a rough edit. at that point if a friend is reading it I'm okay sending it to them. there's often still typos (I write everything in gdocs on my phone with a swype keyboard and it makes some wild typos) and sometimes I'll realize I need to add part of a scene, but it's a good draft at that point. then I'll move onto the next chapter. for the last fic, when I finished the whole thing, I went back and fixed some specific notes I had and then edited the whole thing together as one for pacing and stuff.

then I spend like 3-4 days whining about how titles are hard and eventually start posting.

way more than you probably ever wanted to know. and thank you!

[schmergo]

I just saw the most interesting production of Disney’s Beauty and the Beast last week at a small professional theatre in Northern Virginia called Creative Cauldron. I don’t usually write about shows that my friends won’t get to see (this one has closed), but this one was such an exciting little surprise that I have to put this out there.

This theatre is a black box. The other show I’ve seen there only had five actors and they seemed to fill up the space. How on earth, I wondered, could they put on a big spectacle show like Beauty and the Beast?

Ultimately, I left the theatre not entirely convinced that the show worked in such a tight space, yet its strongest elements were so powerful, creative, and memorable that they made the clumsy bits of staging feel less significant.

I don’t want to get into what I feel the shortcomings were because people involved in the production might read this, but I will say that not all aspects of characterization, staging, and costume/prop design were fitting for the small space, where details and sight lines are key. The production was definitely strongest when it kept things more minimal and abstract. I was delighted by the last verse of a “Be Our Guest” that ended not with a giant kick line but black light and choreographed movement with white gloves. Household objects’ clever costumes were less bulky and limited movement less than most productions, which made for a highly energetic ensemble. Lighting alone effectively conveyed a forest, and a children’s ensemble played objects ranging from Maurice’s invention to wolves. I loved the versatility of the set’s design, consisting of many bookcases that can be slid aside to reveal passages, occasionally blocked by wrought-iron glass-covered gates with a rose motif.

These gates played a role in one of the best scenes of the musical, in which the Beast discovers Maurice in his castle. Instead of immediately entering the scene, he presses his twisted face against the glass gates, bathed in red light, skulking from panel to panel and reappearing each time with the suddenness of a horror movie jump scare. I haven’t been so scared of the Beast since I was a toddler.

That brings me to the best thing about the show, the reason I would have gladly paid over twice the admission price to see it despite its inconsistency: the two title roles. I’m not exaggerating when I say this Belle and Beast are my favorites I’ve seen in any live production of Beauty and the Beast (of which I’ve seen many). I’d seen both actors in smaller roles in larger productions before- Eleanor Todd (Belle) as an ensemble member in Camelot at STC, Wyn Delano (Beast) as a very memorable Steward in Ford’s Theatre’s Into the Woods, and it was awesome to see them shine in the spotlight here.

Todd made Belle feel more real and present than I’ve ever seen before with an intimate portrayal that perfectly fit the small space. She didn’t use a cutesy “princess voice.” She was sensitive, smart, thoughtful, decisive, refreshingly modern and surprisingly funny. Each subtle expression of her eye or twitch of the corner of her mouth reflected the thoughts Belle was too polite to express (I loved watching her internally screaming while Gaston sang about how many children they’d have, awkwardly clutching her watering can like a talisman to ward him off). She acted her way through her ballads in a way that made them feel fresh and new- and wow, what a voice, clear and warm and totally worthy of a princess. Her Belle is so likable that you feel like she’s your best friend confiding in you, and it’s easy to see why the Beast fell in love with her so easily.

I can’t say enough about Delano’s portrayal of the Beast or the design of his costume, and really, the two go hand in hand. That’s a character that I’ve always loved and yet I usually feel let down when I see Beauty and the Beast onstage because the elaborate prosthetics make it tricky to show much expression. No matter how high the budget, they never look quite right. Seeing a production image of Delano in character is what prompted me to buy a ticket. Rather than wearing a mask, elaborate makeup, or a giant muscle suit, his Beast wears two streaks of black paint below his eyes, furry gloves with long scary claws, and a long cloak. The rest is up to Delano himself. He contorts his face and hunches his shoulders, roars and growls. His own long hair serves him well as both a Beast and a Prince, and his expressive eyes do a huge amount of the characterization for him. He’s extraordinary.

As I mentioned before, his Beast is terrifying at the beginning, and his deep voice and abrupt movements were so scary that I kept flinching at his outbursts. He paces, storms, recoils, leaps from furniture, yet he’s also intensely anxious and self-conscious and it’s easy to see how these traits motivate his behavior. I didn’t think he’d be able to do the sweet and romantic side of the Beast as well, but he did, adorably and goofily awkward. He holds Belle during their dance like he’s afraid he’s going to break her. There’s something of the little boy in his Beast, which works especially well because this production cast a member of the children’s ensemble as the young prince in the prologue. “Gosh,” you think. “The Enchantress cursed a little boy. He went through puberty in a monster’s body. No wonder he’s so messed up.”

The young actor who played the Prince in the prologue also helped the Beast transform into a human, washing his face and removing his claws and cloak, while Delano did the work of showing his bone structure shifting and changing. It was a beautiful moment to see his younger self’s almost tearful expression while setting his older self free. I’ve seen that scene done with dazzling special effects but never with the same emotion. Delano barely looks any different after the transformation but the way he carries himself is almost unrecognizable.

He’s just as powerful a singer as an actor. When he sang his sad reprise of “If I Can’t Love Her” near the end of the show, he sat on the steps right next to me and the intensity of his singing moved me to tears. I may or may not have been in his spotlight. If I was, the audience got to see me stare at him and ugly cry.

I also want to give a special shout out to the children’s ensemble, especially the little girl who played the Enchanted Rose, here a wordless confidante who wistfully reacts to the Beast’s ranting and singing. “I don’t like this any more than you do,” her eyes seem to say as she drops petals. Full disclosure: this actress went to the drama camp that I worked at three years ago, and I recognized her at once because she was a memorable performer even then. I’m super proud of her!

Seeing this show made me look at some of my favorite Disney characters and songs in a whole new light. If you ever see Eleanor Todd or Wyn Delano cast in a major role in the future, GO SEE IT!

[my14rk]

Kelly K.R. Ross

February 2

Dear Greenpeace personnel, I am a very concerned 41-year old Canadian family man (yes, male, I can still distinguish), born in a small village in Saskatchewan and currently residing in Medicine Hat, Alberta. I would love to assist your organization in making the world a better place. I recently read a quote from Mr. Stewart that ‘oil in Alberta is unnecessary’ and something about ‘only clean energy’ (of course I am mildly paraphrasing but it was the gist of the CTV article). Now, I can tell you that I was angered by these comments. So, as Greenpeace has all the answers, I thought who better to contact other than the fine individuals of your organization. Now Issue # 1 is transportation: As almost everyone in Canada is not living in the GTA, what is the cleanest form of transportation that you could recommend for my family (which includes my wife, 2 teenage daughters, and the family dog)? Public transportation across the prairies (to visit family) is almost non-existent since the closure of Greyhound and STC (Saskatchewan Transport Company). Even when the bus lines were fully operational, 10 to 14-hour bus trips to get from point ‘A’ to point ‘B’ were way too long and fares for the family were too expensive. I should also mention a normal drive time for a personal vehicle is approximately 6 hours. So, with public transportation out of the question, I need to own a vehicle. Please recommend a vehicle on the market that has no oil products in it. Maybe, if I can get personal on some level, what kinds of vehicles are most commonly owned by Greenpeace executives/employees? I only ask because as I read the news (and any other publication that posts the comments of individuals such as Keith Stewart), apparently Greenpeace has no use for oil and oil produced products, as they all pollute the earth. Climate change, you know. So, should I buy an electric car ... NO, I can’t. As a rational, reasonable thinking Canadian, I am aware that electric cars are full of ... NO, wait ... Almost COMPLETELY composed of, and manufactured with/by oil-based products. I guess electric cars are out too. Horseback? NO. Riding on horseback would get me into all kinds of trouble with the good people over at PETA and WWF. Don’t want them trying to shut me down. My best guess is that none of you folks over there own a personal vehicle. Well let me know which way to go on that one.

Issue # 2, food: Now I’m sure that no one from the world of Greenpeace buys that grubby food produced on and from farms across Canada. Those farmers use an abundant amount of diesel to produce every scrap and morsel of food that can be found in every grocery store across this great nation. I mean seriously, how is it that all Canadians can’t understand this simple truth. Milk, bread, meat, vegetables, etc. have all come from a farmer, who I can promise you, owns a tractor. Tractors burn a lot of fuel. If you were or are unaware of this revelation, I will guarantee these facts, as I was born and raised on a Canadian farm. ALL the food consumed from the store has come from a farm somewhere. Then to top it off, those grocers have everything packaged one way or another to keep food fresh and sanitary (God knows we can’t have someone else’s germs on our food). Again, oil issues, all that packaging (to keep the food safe) is made with and by oil products. Honestly, it feels like I can’t win. So, like activists, I have a garden for all our food. However; protein (you know, meat) is a real issue. City bylaws say I’m not allowed a pig (for pork products such as bacon and such), or a cow (steaks). I can have five chickens. I guess those teenage girls I mentioned earlier are going on a diet. I am very concerned for the well-being of people living in apartments (where gardens are impossible). By the way, where do you get all your food from?

Issue # 3, heating: This is a touchy subject. How would a man as intelligent as Keith Stewart and other lead activists heat their homes? Now I am somewhat intelligent as I only have a Grade 12 education from a small prairie high school (not big city educated), but I can’t figure this one out for two reasons. Natural gas ... I don’t think so! Pollution! That clean burning gas from the ground is still produced by Big Oil (we hate those guys). I was going to switch to coal but, carbon tax (pollution, again). Wood burning is not the way to heat our homes, it’s soon going to be illegal to cut down trees (emissions, again). Solar energy, well, that doesn’t stand a chance in Canada. Geothermal would almost be the way to go if it didn’t require drilling and glycol-based fluids. I don’t need to tell you folks the ecological effects that a glycol spill has on the environment and animals. Wind turbines would be almost effective if they weren’t so expensive to set up and not to mention the amount of poor birds that would die as a result. PETA, again, would not be pleased. So, please help, I currently have no way to heat my home that isn’t a pollution issue.

Issue # 4, electronics: As we all hate Big Oil, we must destroy all electronic devices. No computers, phones, tablets, etc. If it has a computer chip, a plastic-coated wire, a power cord, I mean if even one component of any device/machine contains oil and/or oil by-products, it must be destroyed. Big Oil is not going to keep you and me from our dream of a better planet. No more electronics ... I can’t write this letter, businesses everywhere can’t operate, you can’t get your points across. Maybe we need oil? What do you think?

If we (as a country) are not going to produce oil, whom/where does Mr. Stewart want us to buy it from - as I think we have established that it is currently a requirement in every Canadian household including yours? The obvious answer must be the Saudi’s, America or maybe Venezuela (all environmentally-conscious places, right ...?). Which does leave me curious, if all our oil is imported, does the carbon tax go up or down? Maybe imported oil is carbon free? The Liberal government would have Canadians believe that the carbon tax will stop global warming. You men and women are smarter than that, right? I’d like to think that as Canadians we should support Canadian oil as it is one of the most regulated oil producing countries on the planet.

Is everyone at Greenpeace living in a time warp? Are you all individuals who are living off the land, being 100 percent self-sufficient? If you are, you wouldn’t be able to read this email. However, we both know that you have the ability to do so, which means Greenpeace is also on the Big Oil wagon. Please don’t be ashamed. Just own it. Stop preaching to the masses. When your organization and personnel are willing to walk your own talk, then I guess we’ll have something to discuss. Are you so blinded by tofu farting hippies that you can’t see the plain truth? Let us all be honest, organizations such as yours and the ones like it are not willing to make the hard sacrifices to accomplish any real change. Like almost every lobbyist group, you’d prefer to bitch and whine about everything until the donations stop coming in and then move on until the next money-making issue swings around. Granted; Greenpeace started with admirable beginnings, but like all good ideas, it always ends up about the money. Or am I way off base?

I do expect a response, for if I don’t get one ... you’re going to find this letter on every news feed and publication that will print it. I will send it to Ottawa (not a threat with the current ‘leadership’, but the Conservatives might listen). I’ll post it on every social media outlet I can sign up for and people will read it. I know that the loudest voice is the one the public hears the best. By now you must understand that you can’t be the only voice for people to listen to.

Sincerely

Leon W.

As you may have guessed, there has been no response from Greenpeace, so, here we go.

If you agree with my thoughts, please feel free to discuss, forward, share, post, etc. We can no longer sit back and let others be the only voice that the public, activists, government, etc. are listening to you. I think that with our oil built electronics, we must circulate this letter. Let's get people talking. Thanks for your help.

[courtingstars]

About Storming the Castle and The Vanishing Prince

Hi Tumblr! For anyone who missed it, I posted the final chapter of Storming the Castle on Sunday. And the first chapter of the next story, The Vanishing Prince, went up yesterday. (YAY.) I mentioned in one of my notes that I wanted to talk a little about the process of finishing StC, and why I decided to keep going with the series as planned. So this is that post!

As some of you already know, I decided to finish the last three chapters of Storming the Castle before posting them. What I didn’t mention at the time was that I also started writing the first few chapters of The Vanishing Prince. I wanted to talk a little bit about why I did that, for readers who are curious about the next story, and explain my plans for the series and how they changed/didn’t change this year…

(Also, if you want everything about the series to be a complete surprise, feel free to skip! I don’t go into spoilers, just really general stuff. And there is one spoiler for the first chapter of The Vanishing Prince, if you haven’t read it yet!)

Cut for writer rambling about why StC is way longer than it was supposed to be and why I almost didn’t write the next story…

So originally, Storming the Castle was supposed to be a shorter, novella-length story to connect the events of The Fast Train to Kyoto and The Vanishing Prince. (I actually made a post about my plans for that back in November 2016.) Based on what I had outlined at the time, I assumed the second fic would be about half the length of Fast Train. But then, uh… that didn’t happen? At all. (It actually turned out to be 10k longer than Fast Train. HOW.)

I honestly never intended for Storming the Castle to be so long, and if you’re wondering why that ended up being the case, well… The truth is, I had way too much fun writing the first part. Especially Furihata’s family! I loved them so much that I couldn’t resist letting them have longer scenes. The problem was, I wanted the length of the part about Furi’s house to roughly match the part about Akashi’s house, because they were supposed to be parallel, story-wise. And so the next thing I knew, the whole fic was getting way, WAY longer than I meant it to be.

At that point, I really started to question what I wanted to do with the series. The ending I had planned for Storming the Castle was a cliffhanger and left so many unresolved threads, which I normally would NEVER do for a story that long. I also had a severe case of writer’s block in 2017 because of mental health issues, which resulted in multiple hiatuses. So I started to really worry about how slow-paced the series was turning out to be. I always meant for A Spark of Light to be a slow burn romance, but it just seemed like too much, especially if I couldn’t guarantee that I would finish the storyline. So I seriously considered changing the ending to Storming the Castle, and making it the final fic in the series, where the plot would just be about Furihata and Akashi (Oreshi) getting close as friends and then realizing they were in love and deciding to date.

The only problem was… The Vanishing Prince.

The Vanishing Prince is, by far, the one AkaFuri story that I’ve always wanted to write the most. The first idea for a scene in it came to me before I even started drafting The Fast Train to Kyoto. (It’s the last scene in Chapter One!) But I’ve always been incredibly nervous to write it, because I knew it was a pretty complicated story that would involve a lot of research and emotional investment. (And to be 100% honest, I don’t feel like I’m a good enough writer to do it justice! Not because I think I’m a bad writer, really, but because the idea in my head is SO GOOD, if that makes any sense.) Also, it’s about a dissociative disorder, and Japanese mythology/culture, both of which are far removed from my own experience. So as I was finishing Storming the Castle, I started to chicken out, and think that maybe I shouldn’t write it after all.

Still, I wanted to try writing the first chapter, just to see how it felt. (And because to be honest, I REALLY wanted to write that one scene, even if I never posted it!) I figured that way, I’d be able to make an informed decision about whether to change the ending to Storming the Castle and end the series there instead. I still assumed The Vanishing Prince would just be too difficult—especially since I couldn’t figure out how to solve a problem I was having with the point-of-view. I didn’t want to start posting the fic unless I was VERY confident that I could finish it.

Then, while I was drafting, I tried alternating the point-of-view between Furihata and Oreshi and Bokushi in every chapter. And suddenly, everything started flowing. I got so excited when I wrote the last scene in Chapter One… That image, of Furihata waking up in Akashi’s bed and seeing Bokushi, has been floating around in my head for over three years. For a long time, I didn’t know what the context of it would be… Why was Furihata in Akashi’s bed? And why would Bokushi randomly show up in the middle of the night like that? What did he want? As I was writing the other fics in the series, I gradually realized the answers to those questions. And in the end, I just couldn’t let the idea go.

The Vanishing Prince directly addresses a lot of the different threads that have been introduced in the series. It focuses on Akashi’s past and family life, and also on Furihata’s supernatural abilities, and how these two stories weave together. And it’s definitely about falling in love. In a lot of ways, it’s really the second half to Storming the Castle, because it resolves so many of the themes that were introduced in that fic. So if you have a lot of unanswered questions after StC, The Vanishing Prince should address a lot of them. (And maybe a bunch of questions you didn’t have? //laughs)

This is the story about Akashi (both of him!) that I’ve always wanted to write. In a way, every fic I’ve written about him so far has been leading up to The Vanishing Prince, including The Bridges Between Us and Nearing Spring. It’s about Akashi’s past with his family, and giving Bokushi the credit I think he deserves, and why I think Furihata is amazing, and about a million other things. I know without a doubt that I’ll mess some of it up, and that it won’t as good as it is in my head. But at this point, I can promise that I will do everything I safely can to get this story out of my brain, so the people who are still following the series can finally read it.

So thank you all for being patient, while I figured this out. And again, I really do apologize, for how much of a cliffhanger Storming the Castle is! But I hope that the faster pace of The Vanishing Prince will make up for it. And I’ll do my absolute best to finish this series as quickly as possible, because you all deserve that (and because I want to write the ending so badly!). So thank you, for giving me the chance to tell the story I really wanted to tell, just like I always saw it in my head. Like I’ve said before, I don’t think I would have kept trying, if it weren’t for all of you who have told me you’re still reading it. <3

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Conferences for Technical Writers

Looking for a conference to speak at or attend? There are conferences all over the world that cater to the technical communication industry. Plus there are lots of conferences related to our field where we can go and learn some crazy new skills we’d never thought to use before.

Me. Mainstage at LavaCon 2018.

This year, I’ve made it a personal goal to help colleagues get out and speak at conferences. I spent years avoiding conferences until my boss finally dragged me (kicking and screaming) onto a stage with her. Now I feel the urge to return the favor. Sure, the stage fright was (is still) awful. But my peers encouraged me and my industry listened to me. We all just want to hear your story, learn from your lessons. Everyone has something to share... And who doesn’t want an all expenses paid trip somewhere cool? 

Talking to my first couple of (victims) colleagues, it turns out that a big problem is only knowing about 1 or 2 conferences. Someone told me they’d missed the boat for LavaCon this year, so they were going to wait until next year to put in a bid. They didn’t even know about the 4 other conferences that have open calls out as I write this. 

I’m going to attempt to maintain this list and keep it up to date. Please reach out if you know of any conferences I’m missing!! Or if you want advice on submitting a proposal or prepping a talk!

General Technical Communication Conferences

These conferences are appropriate for a wide range of technical writers. 

Winter IDEAS (Jan) - I’ve spoken at this one on a panel with Dell folks. It’s an online-only conference (no video just slide share) held twice yearly. It’s sponsored by CIDM, so sometimes it’s DITA-heavy. Sometimes general. 

MEGAComm (Feb) - Yearly conference held in Israel, appropriate for techcomm, marcomm, and content managers. 

TC World India (Feb) - I’ve spoken at this one. The conference has a lot of personality. It’s the world stage version of LavaCon in that sense. The food was fabulous. The MC thinks he’s hilarious. And evening entertainment included performances and an open dance floor. Conference material focuses heavily on things technical writers can do, in addition to writing, to add value. They love things like chatbots, AR, visualizations, automation, etc.

Tekomm Spring (March) - Bilingual in German and English.

ATTW (Mar) - A little off the beaten path. This is a yearly conference by the Association of Teachers of Technical Writing

Information Energy (April) - Fancy a trip to Amsterdam anyone?

MadWorld (April) - Sponsored by MadCap Flare, but focused on content strategy.

TC Camp (April) - The technical writer’s UNconference. This camp focuses on issues, skills, challenges, and tools for technical communicators. Expect discussions instead of lectures.  

TC World China (May)

Technical Documentation Roundup (May) - New conference from the Content Wrangler.

STC Summit (May) 

Write the Docs Portland (May)

ComTecnia (May) -  Held in Italy in spring (sold yet?), this conference focuses on the latest trends in techcomm.

Evolution of TC (June) - Focused on software documentation innovations. I’ve been to this one, and am speaking at it for the first time this year. It’s a lovely time of year to visit Bulgaria, and the TC industry has exploded in Sofia over the last decade or so. You’re bound to be inspired.

Write the Docs Vilnius (June) 

Soap! (June) - An annual conference for content professionals, held in Poland.

Summer IDEAS (Jul) -  An online-only conference (no video just slide share) held twice yearly. It’s sponsored by CIDM, so sometimes it’s DITA-heavy. Sometimes general. 

Nordic Tekomm (Sept) - I’ve got a bid in for a gig here this year! I’ll let you know how the conference is if I get to attend!

Write the Docs Prague (Sept)

TCUK Conference (Sept)

CIDM Best Practices (Sept) - This is another CIDM conference, so can skew DITA. But it’s intended to be general. You can also enter to win the Inspire Award. Whose boss doesn’t like that kind of industry recognition?

LavaCon (October)  -  The focus tend to be on content strategy for techcomm. I’ve spoken at this one and it’s super fun. They have parades and storytelling and karaoke events! Call for papers is early, and it closes out fast. 

MadWorld Europe (October) - Sponsored by MadCap Flare, but focused on content strategy.

TC World (October) - This is the biggest of the Tekomm events. I’ll be putting in a proposal myself!

TechCommNZ (October) - Yeah, an annual New Zealand technical communications conference. How awesome does that sound? I can speak first hand about NZ being basically a living post card (so beautiful), but I don’t have any first hand knowledge about the conference.

ASTC (October) - Who wants a trip down under? Every year the Australian Society for TechComm puts on a conference. This could be your opportunity to get those flights to the GBR paid for. Not to mention the fabulous techcomm education you’ll be getting.   

DITA Technical Communication Conferences

XML Prague (Feb) -  A conference about XML and markup languages. DITA welcome. Oxygen attends.

CMS/DITA North America (April)

MarkUpUK (June) - A conference about XML and other markup languages. DITA welcome. Oxygen attends.

Balisage the Markup Conference (Jul) -  Another conference about XML and other markup languages. DITA welcome. Oxygen attends.

RIDE Ottawa (Sept) - A regional, single day conference from CIDM. 

DITA OT Day (Nov) - A one day conference dedicated to the DITA Open ToolKit

CMS/DITA Europe (Nov)

User Assistance Conferences

Writers UA West (March)

UA Reloaded (May) - Held in Germany and brought to you by Tekomm. This is conference aimed at bringing techcomm and UA to breakthrough heights. 

Writers UA East (October)

Content Strategy Conferences

Confab (April) - One of my favorite conferences of all time. A range of perspectives, excellent presenters, interesting presentations. Highly, highly recommend. Very competitive for speakers.

IA Conference (April) - Formerly the IA Summit, this conference is under new management after they mishandled a harassment complaint.

Marketing Conferences (that relate to us)

Content Tech Summit (April) - I’m really interested in attending this one. I bet I’d be all sorts of inspired by the technical inroads marketing is making into spaces like analytics and personalization. 

Digital Summit Series - 5 conferences throughout the year. Wide range of topics covering all aspect of customer strategies.

(A couple) SEO Conferences

Search Engine Journal keeps a humongous list of SEO Conferences. Here are two that stand out for me.

OhGMCon (April) - In a basement, no wifi, no sponsor talks. Sounds interesting...

Brighton SEO (April) - Well known conference comes to me highly recommended by people I trust and respect in the industry.

(Some) Conversational Design Conferences

Business of Bots (Feb)

Chatbot Conference (May) 

Chatbot Summit (June)

ConverCon Dublin (Oct)

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[cathybraythepoet]

THE FATHER  -   STC  bRAyVE REVIEW by Cathy Bray

THE FATHER Sydney Theatre Company, Wharf 1 Theatre.                        Matinee Wed. 20th September, 2017 

I want to write a rave review about THE FATHER.

You’d think I’d start with the perfection of John Bell’s crumbling, bruised, hallucinating rendition of the father and Anita Hegh’s desperation as his devoted, surviving daughter.  But my focus has to be on the power and accuracy of the script and the way the lighting and sound design integrate the dark spaces of memory loss so seamlessly via the literal blackouts between scenes. This disorientation is further intensified by loud music overlaying each break in the father’s loss of mindfulness.

As the truth slowly dawns on us that the father does not recognise his own older daughter, the dull pain and confusion descend like unwelcome visitors or recognised impostors. We become the father (even if in real life we are a daughter) as his whole claustrophobic world opens and shuts from the light of the living and dining room to the dead weight of each blackout.

The lapses between these lost times range alarmingly from minutes lost moving from one room to the next, to months since reported events are at last recalled. This uneven, unnerving pendulum swings through his mind creating anxiety, confusion and unpredictability. I was completely captivated by the script and unfolding live play-reel of the father’s mind.

And then her mobile phone went off. Two rows down from me, to my right – owner appeared to be hearing impaired. At first I was un-distractible. By a miracle, the father was not on stage, so we were not in his mind. His daughter and son-in-law, seated right-centre stage, were trying to work out their next move – hard to say whether it was still what to do with the father or whether they would have to acknowledge the phone fuckwittery happening in the theatre. They hesitated – and all was lost.

A primeval force ejected me from my seat into a commando roll over the row in front of me. I landed like a hell-cat on all fours, then dropped flat on my stomach dragging myself by my elbows combat style towards the entitled and increasingly over-confident ring-tone. Just as I grabbed her by the throat and prepared to drag her from the theatre, the phone stopped. And I returned to my seat.

There were only two or three more sentences left in the scene otherwise it could have been fatal. With the return of the abyss and loud music we could regain the script’s fragility and the vital disorientations of the father’s mind.

The injuries were only superficial and mainly to my feelings.

Don’t miss THE FATHER.

[goblinhorde]

Tagged by @strangelock :D

Rules: Answer the questions in a new post and then tag ten blogs you would like to get to know better. Or don’t. It’s up to you.

Nickname: does Goblin count? It's less a nickname and more a second name...

Sign: Aquarias

Favorite Music Artist: I tend to center more around albums (e.g., Avengers Assemble, Hamilton, The Browncoats Mixtap) or songs (e.g., Young Volcanos by Fall Out Boy, Shatter Me by Lindsey Stirling, Radioactive by Pentatonix) at any given time rather than specific artists. But I've loved David Bowie since I was a kid and I've been listening to Lizzo a lot lately while I work.

Last TV Show You Watched: I binged Supernatural and Emerald City on Friday because I was sick and staying home from work, but haven't watched anything outside of YouTube since.

Last Movie You Saw in the Theater: Technically, the last thing I saw in theaters was the Sherlock finale, but if we're only counting movies, Moana.

What Are You Wearing Right Now: sneakers with prescription orthotic inserts, knee-high toe socks, jeans, a t-shirt that says "Epic Rap Battles of History” from the ERB YouTube channel, a Burning Man sweatshirt my camp made as "camp swag" two(?) years ago switched to a plain grey sweatshirt since I started this last night but now I’m at work and that’s the sweatshirt I keep handy at work, right wrist: an oversized, men's Fossil watch, left wrist: FitBit, Supernatural replica skull bracelet, red/white meditation bracelet with a turtle on it (to represent Raphael from TMNT), a bee bracelet with honey-colored beads (to represent Sherlock Holmes).

What Do You Post: Anything that moves me (fandom related or otherwise), random stuff about my day/thoughts, and auto-posts from my Instagram that are often usually of my dog, Raphael, Tiny Dog, or the other members of the Puppy Pack (Gus, York, Buddha, Pax, and Gato).

Do You Have Any Other Blogs: Technically I have a Wordpress blog on my website, but it's rare that I post anything there (although I'm hoping to change that this year!).

Why Did You Choose Your URL: I've used some form of "goblin" as my online handle since around 1995. When I had to pick a username for Xbox Online circa 2005, all my usual goblin variants were taken so I tried "goblinhorde" as a last resort and it worked. I've used it pretty consistently online (especially on social media) ever since :)

Do You Get Asks Regularly: No, I think I've probably had less than 5 since I joined Tumblr :( I suspect I’m not terribly interesting to others *shrug*.

Hogwarts House: I'm half Native American so forget Hogwarts, native magics all the way, yo!

Patronus: Phoenix, maybe? I seem to rebuild/renew my life in significant ways every 5 years or so... *shrug*

Pokémon Team: Originally I thought I'd be Team Mystic, mostly because I like blue better than red, but I play with my mom and she picked Team Valor so I went with Team Valor as well :)

Favorite Color: Blue or green in deep, earthy tones.

Favorite Character: Dean Winchester & Castiel & Crowley (Supernatural), Raphael (TMNT), Sherlock Holmes & John/Joan Watson (all the things), Patty Tolan & Jillian Holtzmann & Kevin Beckman & Egon Spengler & Ray Stanz (Ghostbusters), Peter Venkman (RGB fanfic/fanon mostly), Spock (ST:TOS), Worf (ST:TNG/DS9), Alexia Tarabotti (The Parasol Protectorate Series), Paksenarrion (The Deed of Paksenarrion), Abbie Mills (Sleepy Hollow), Eliot Spencer (Leverage).

Hobbies/crafts? Gardening, cooking, reading, swimming, and writing/editing. Again, haven't had a lot of energy for personal writing the last few years but I’m hoping to change that this year.

Collect anything? Does knowledge count? I really love learning about things (especially food, culture, language, and storytelling). Re: physical collections, I recently gave in to my love of pens & analog writing equipment and have a very small pen and ink collection started :) and I also really like art (e.g., paintings, drawings, prints, original comic pages, handmade stuff, sculptures, carvings). As a general rule I'm not super into physical "things" that don't serve a purpose, but if something I love has a book or t-shirt or sticker, I'm probably going to buy it eventually, especially if I can support an independent artist or small company in doing so... and I guess, technically, I collect Pokemon on my smartphone ;D

Current challenges you face? I'm two months into a new job and I still feel like I'm floundering/ramping up/not pulling my weight. Lots of health challenges lately (bad feet/ankles, Crohn's being annoying, and a smattering of colds/bugs). The general state of dumpster landfill fire that is my country at the moment :(

Things you’re looking forward to? Lots of things: A "Sugar Cookie Tea" with one nephew (we're gonna make German Sugar Cookies and watch Tinkerbell movies) and a "Pokemon Go walk" with another (gonna walk around the neighborhood and catch Pokemon). Seeing two of my closest friends get married (I am excite! ^_^). The Atlanta Pen show (my first!). Seeing Hamilton in the spring (omg!). The STC Summit (tech writing ftw!). Burning Man. And I'm really hoping Sherlock Seattle happens again this year (and that I'll be able to go).

Anything you want to promote? Logic, compassion, empathy, the Scientific Method, the fact that "free speech" != "speech without consequence or a guaranteed platform", responsible pet ownership, penmanship, The Oxford Comma.

Anything else you’d like to share? My dog, Raphael, is a Chihuahua/Xoloitzcuintli mix (he has the frame of a Xolo and the coat/coloring of a Chihuahua). I had never heard of the Xoloitzcuintli before I got him but Xolos are basically my favorite breed now. The nearly-hairless ones with the little mohawk tufts on their heads are the best <3

Tagging: @sallyskellington18, @completelyrandomtumbling, @purpleshoeofsex, @anonsally, @green-circles, @the-sign-of-tea, @waltzforthree, @frantasticmissfox, @boyfrienddean, @pursuitofnerdiness

[samobservessonic]

It’s another Stringer Sonic story this time and another one-shot to boot. I feel like after doing an intense six-part story arc, they’re winding down with these one-shots for a while. Also, I forgot to mention it last time, but in both this issue and the last one, Kitching didn’t write either of the Sonic stories. But we’ll be back to his stories soon enough

I’m not sure if that squirrel in the bottom left counts for a “Hey look, it’s Sally Acorn”, but I’ve called squirrel background characters in StC Sally over less

Oh hey, it’s this guy! I remember seeing him at least one fake Sonic tournament here on tumblr. If you don’t know this guy’s deal, then stick around to the end of the story and you’ll find out

Admittedly, I always thought he had a black crescent moon on his head, but looking at it now, I think it’s a black tuft of hair? Regardless, I love how Concerned ™ Johnny looks lol

Johnny’s concern doesn’t last very long and now he’s just being straight up blasphemous. And I guess the mystery hedgehog’s hair tuft is blonde now?

Our phoney introduces himself as Cosmic the Hedgehog and is open in his attempts to knock Sonic off the top hero position. Which, as is natural in the action comics aimed at kids genre, results in a race between the two

“Gosh! This pretender has really got under Sonic’s skin!”

Tails. Buddy. I love you and I am an avid defender of StC Sonic, but that’s kinda just how he talks to you on a normal day. I’m sorry

Bye, guys!

Okay, I’m going to be honest - I thought this would go the route of the usual Fake-Sonic-of-the-Week plots and have Cosmic seem faster than Sonic at first, only for it to turn out to be some sort of trick. But honestly, for all the bragging, they do just straight up show that Cosmic can’t keep up with Sonic and quickly tires out during the race

Also, Cosmic is actually Metamorphia I’d like to play the smug card and be all “But we guessed that already, right?” and some of you probably did, but I’m going to be honest here - I didn’t. I remembered Cosmic’s design, but either forgot or didn’t know that he turned out to be Metamorphia. In the last issue, I said we’d be seeing more of her, but I didn’t expect it’d be so soon

She’s a lot less dead than Sonic remembers her being. And it turns out that she never intended to out-run Sonic, she just knew that she could use his pride to lure him away from his friends

The two fight for a brief while, but Metamorphia’s gas form that I was so impressed with last issue isn’t going to work again, with Sonic learning from his mistakes and rushing away to rescue his friends

I’m also not sure why Metamorphia’s Sonic is green, when she could perfectly mimic Tails last time, but oh well. I like the eyelashes tho

The badniks are like “I see no difference, Sonic is Sonic”

Wait, Porker was here the whole time? Okay then!

Metamorphia escapes, but now that Sonic knows she’s alive, he’ll know to expect her again in future. I’m not sure when that’ll be, honestly. For all I know, it might be the very next issue again lol My takeaway is that I enjoyed this story fine, but feel like it could’ve happened at a different point in the timeline. Like, maybe they could’ve sandwiched Kitching’s Sentinel story between these two stories just to break it up a bit? Nitpicking, I know, but as much as I like Metamorphia, I just think breaking up her appearances might’ve been more effective But a fun story nonetheless. This is the second time we’ve seen StC do a fake Sonic story, with the first being the Extra Life story from earlier. I’m not sure which of the two I prefer, but this one definitely left me with less questions than Extra Life did. Hm. I wonder how that guy's getting on, floating out there in space…

[samobservessonic]

It’s the last part of “The Big Freeze” and it seems that today’s method of Tails stumbling into saving himself is… wishing Sonic was here! I find it funny that Nutzan Bolt has such a hatred of Sonic, since to my knowledge, they never interacted directly. You’d think he’d hate Tails more for being the one who beat him last time. But maybe all badniks are programmed with this Sonic hate in and it comes out more in some than others

If you had “his ice body melts” on your bingo card last time then congratulations! You now have all the knowledge you need to go forth and write an issue of a kids’ comic focused on an ice villain

If you had “his head becomes a silly little car and drives away” on your bingo card, then you can move up to the advanced whimsy class! This outcome is silly, I like this a lot. To be fair, they did establish this is a thing Nutzan Bolt could do in his last story, I just forgot

For his last move, Nutzan Bolt decides to go down with the ship and dissolves in acid. If you’re wondering how he could possibly get out of this one, then there’s no need! He does not appear again after this issue

In these modern times, Tails having a gizmo that solves the problem is almost a given. But it was a bit less expected back when this comic came out

And so, the day is saved once again, thanks to Tails fumbling a victory that he rightly decides will be more trouble than it’s worth to explain! With that, he leaves the Flock to celebrate their new-found peace in what will also be the last time we see them. So, my theory that Sol might’ve been leading them into a trap was a dud after all. But honestly, that would’ve just stretched this story out further, so I’m glad he just had a straight turn-face heel

The story ends the same way it usually does. I’m not sure who’ll be with Tails in his next appearance that’s being teased by the promo, but I think next issue gives us a new Knuckles solo story, so it might be a little while until we find out

As I said before, this is both the last time we see the Flock and the end of Tails’s adventures as the Zonerunner. According to the wiki, it’s assumed that the Flock disbands later on for a spoilery reason I’m not going to mention and, at the very least, we don’t see them on future trips to the Chemical Plant Zone

I’d been tossing about the idea of doing something of a post-mortem series where I talk about characters after their final appearance in the comic, but I don’t think two story arcs is enough to qualify for that, so I’ll just say my feelings here: Zonerunner and the Flock were all right?

There is absolutely nothing bad in these stories, I just wasn’t that into them. I do like this concept StC has of giving some of the zones significant characters: Mystic Caves has Captain Plunder, Carnival Night has… ugh… the Marxio Bros, Chemical Plant has both Megatox and these guys, etc., - it’s neat! It gives a little extra to visiting these locales! I actually wish some of the various Freedom Fighter groups from Archie had been directly tied to game locations as well. But not all of these characters are going to be hits and these ones didn’t do much for me I’ve talked before about how the early Tails stories have this trend of Tails accidentally being thought of as a hero and winding up on these secret adventures that he can’t explain to Sonic. Back then, I thought the main difference between the Zonerunner stories and the Nameless Zone stories was that one has a sci-fi coat of paint and the other has a high fantasy coat of paint. But I think I’ve figured out why I like the Nameless Zone ones more (and it’s not just because I prefer fantasy to sci-fi): even if both stories are focused on Tails reacting to different events happening to him, the fact that the Nameless Zone is his home zone and he has family there makes it feel more connected to him than the Zonerunner stories are. Here, we’re mostly seeing the fight between the Flock and Nutzan Bolt, with Tails reacting to what’s happening. Heck, most of this Big Freeze arc has been Tails sitting around while Sol and Sab explain their backstories to him! Even when Tails is just saving two random foxcubs in the Nameless Zone, that’s still people from his hometown. Random stuff happening to you hits differently when it's your hometown Which again, isn’t to say that these stories are bad or the Flock is bad. They’re just not ones I’m going to be sad to see the back of. Except for my headcanon that Sab & Sol are StC Lanolin’s parents, that lives rent-free in my head now Also, this is what it’s like in my head all the time: I can’t just say “I don’t vibe with something” and leave it at that. I always have a moment of “Yes, but there must be merits to this thing you don’t like and you’re being unreasonable by not acknowledging them” before spending ages thinking of what they are

[asleepinawell]

What was your process for writing chapter 19 of STC (the one where Root is high and rambles on about AI)?

I write the vast majority of chapters linearly. I don’t skip around a lot or leave parts to fill in later. Also I don’t have much other than the big plot points planned out when I start. Sometimes I’ll have ideas for a joke or some dialogue but that’s about it. It’s mostly make situation, add characters, see what happens.

I knew I wanted to write a chapter where Root went off on an informational rant about artificial intelligence almost from the start of the story, but I was never sure where I was going to fit it in. It ended up in chapter 19 for three reasons.

1) Reese was actively questioning his own preconceptions about AI at this point (which became a big part of his story arc), and

2) Since it was right near the beginning of equivalent season 4 it was a good time to lay down some information/rules about AI and where that all stood in the story, and

3) it was written shortly after the unfortunate presidential election and I’d been doing a bit of reading on polling and predictions which tied into both the previous chapter (Prophets and Simon ‘Nate Silver’ Lee) and how the Machine might predict things. One of the interesting things I was reading about was applying context to poll data in order to get a more accurate prediction than was afforded by raw data.

This is getting long so I’m dropping in a read more line.

The AI stuff was mostly things I knew a bit about already, but I very definitely did some extra reading to fill in some gaps. I wanted to take a crack at explaining how I imagined the Machine saw things and made decisions. There’s a couple chapters later where you get more of this in TM’s own words, usually while she’s talking to Shaw. (The very next chapter is actually the first of those).

Since in the show most of the philosophical debates about AI were between Root and Finch, I had to find a different outlet for them as I accidentally forgot to write Finch at all in 300k+ words. Whoops. Shaw was the obvious candidate for Root (and TM) to talk to since, even if artificial intelligence is a bit outside her wheelhouse to start with, she’s fucking brilliant and can pick up on stuff really fast when given enough information to go on. And as the somewhat-reluctant leader of the group she would absolutely have to get more involved in that aspect of it (which later led to her and TM talking a lot). And Reese was the voice of concern and doubt, though in a very different way than Finch had been.

Having Root high as a kite was mostly just good fun. And Root was definitely playing it up a bit because she’s a dramatic binch and was enjoying herself. Also it let me show how Reese and Shaw each reacted to the situation. Reese was confused, concerned, and indulgent, and Shaw was exasperated, but unwilling to leave Root on her own, and (not-so) secretly interested in all the AI stuff Root was rambling about.

The last bit of it was the part near the end of the rant where Root started talking about what love and caring were to an Artificial Intelligence and unintentionally brought up the parallels with Shaw. It’s something I go into at various points over the course of the fic and got some things out in the open between everyone much earlier than they did in the show, which was definitely intentional. A lot of that tied into discussions I’ve had (mostly with other writers) about how different people (and AIs in this case) experience and enact love in different ways and how that’s healthy and normal. It’s one of the things that really drew me to Shoot actually. They were very outside the romanticized, unrealistic ideal of love and relationships that’s often shown in fiction and I appreciated that.

I didn’t have all those pieces in mind when I started, but I added each one in when it occurred to me to do so. A lot of how I write is setting up a situation with a couple variables and seeing where it ends up. I mean that’s basically how I wrote the whole damn thing. When I use outlines they’re very vague and broad and usually get thrown out within a chapter or two.

[asleepinawell]

Neon and Dust: Chapter 1

The Shoot space western AU that no one asked for.

(AN: The rough first chapter of the person of interest space western au that no one asked for. Rough because I haven’t fully finished world building stuff and won’t until I finish STC. It’s a bit long for tumblr but I didn’t want to move it over to ao3 just yet. The hub planets, if I ever write that far, will be more cyberpunk-y thus the neon in the title. Final rating unknown as of yet.)

I just updated this (Dec ‘17). Nothing major, just some minor world building stuff since I’m posting the second chapter…only half a year later. Once I’m more thoroughly committed to finishing it I’ll move it to ao3.

(Chapter 1| Chapter 2)

“Call.”

Shaw looked around the table over the top of her cards. “You boys sure about that?”

The sound of a ship passing overhead roared through the bar and the entire building shook slightly, bottles rattling on shelves. Sounded like a freighter to her, probably headed towards the nearest terminal to blink the hell away from this dusty hellhole on the outskirts of nowhere.

“I said call, you damned cyborg.” The big guy across the table from her had been getting angrier and mouthier over the last few rounds as the little blue numbers on the credits bar in front of Shaw had ticked steadily upwards.

Shaw almost rolled her eyes at the insult; she was pretty sure he didn’t actually know about her arm. She dropped her cards on the table. “Read em and weep.”

She heard quiet mutters throughout the bar as everyone took in her cards.

“You’re cheating.” The man on her left stood up and leaned on his fist on the table, trying to tower over her.

“Maybe you’ve just got shit luck.” Shaw slouched down further in her chair, the smallest of smiles playing around her lips. It was really too damn hot for the fight that was inevitably going to break out. Despite the fans turning lazily on the ceiling, there wasn’t even the semblance of a breeze in the dark bar.

“Well, your luck just ran out.”

The man reached behind himself, presumably for his gun, but Shaw didn’t wait to know for sure. Her left arm shot out under the table and clamped onto his upper leg, squeezing hard enough that she felt something snap. He screamed incoherently, and collapsed to the floor.

There was a long moment of silence and then the other two men at the table both jumped up, reaching for their guns. Shaw finally did roll her eyes and kicked the table over at them. She used the time it took them to recover to unfold herself from her chair and stand up, rolling her shoulders back and cracking her knuckles. The knuckles on her right hand, anyway.

Her left arm, hidden beneath her long coat and a very special glove a friend had gotten for her, was a bit…different. She’d have to pull her punches a little in this place or someone would catch on. (The man whose leg she had just pulverized could be a problem, but it had been so worth it).

Or maybe she could take them all on with only her right arm. Sounded like a good challenge. She wasn’t carrying any weapons today, didn’t want to give the Local Enforcement officers any reason to take a shot at her.

In her peripheral vision she saw five or six other people from the bar slowly moving in.

Looked like it was going to be a fun assignment after all.

When the Local Enforcement officers got to the scene five minutes later, Shaw was the only one left standing. Mostly standing. One of her new friends had smashed a bottle on her leg and done a bit of damage, but nothing too serious.

“Empty your hands and turn around!”

Shaw sighed and dropped the man she’d been holding by the throat. She turned around slowly and raised her hands.

“Don’t want any trouble, gentlemen.” She tried to look harmless, though she was aware that given the large number of injured, groaning bodies around her it was probably a tough sell. But pummeling Enforcement officers was not on today’s agenda so she needed to play along. These guys were pretty pathetic for even Local Enforcement officers, definitely the bottom of the barrel, but they still technically reported into the Interplanetary Republic (and, in doing so, Samaritan) and that meant not causing a scene.

Well, more of a scene.

She should have gotten out of there sooner, but it was too late to regret that.

“Arrest her,” snapped the leader of the squad. “And don’t try anything or we’ll open fire.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, officer.”

Reese was going to have a hissy fit when he bailed her out.

“Finally.” Shaw stood up when the Enforcement officer approached the cell door.

He looked at her and sneered. “Oh, you’re not getting out. We’ve just got some company for you.”

Another officer came down the hall, shoving a woman in front of him.

“Oh, hell no.” Shaw stalked over to the bars. “You are not putting her in here with me.”

“You two know each other?”

Shaw glared at the other woman, took in the mischievous look in her eyes and the shit-eating grin on her face.

“I know her type.”

“I thought I was your type, sweetie.”

Shaw was tempted to give herself away and just punch straight through the bars and knock the woman’s teeth in. Instead, she fumed quietly and made herself step back so they could open the door.

The first officer shoved her new companion into the cell and slammed the gate behind her. Both men turned to leave.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” the woman called after them, holding up her still-restrained wrists.

“Those stay on,” the first officer said. “We don’t want any repeats of what happened earlier.” Both officers disappeared through the metal door at the end of the hall.

“Well, I can’t say much for the hospitality here, but at least the company is excellent.”

Shaw made a disgusted noise. “Why the hell are you here, Root?”

Root pulled experimentally on the metal cuffs. “I got arrested, obviously.”

“Yeah, I don’t buy that for even a second.”

Root only smiled and waltzed past her to perch daintily on the edge of the bench that ran along the back wall of the small holding cell.

“The officer who arrested me was quite serious, I promise you. Also very grumpy. These cuffs are way tighter than regulation. He must have been having a bad day.”

“Any day that involves you is a bad day.” Shaw chose to lean against the wall rather than sit anywhere near Root. Her leg still hurt from the fight earlier, but she’d examined it and determined the cuts were very superficial. She’d have a hell of a bruise though.

“Really? Because I can recall a couple days you definitely seemed to enjoy that involved me.” Root did that thing she probably thought was winking.

Shaw wasn’t in the mood to talk about the days Root had referenced, no matter how much she’d enjoyed them. Most of them. Maybe if she hadn’t ended up unconscious in a cheap hostel with her guns (and clothing) missing after their first run-in it would have been a better memory. Her subsequent run-ins with Root had been a lot tenser. Except for one.

She remained silent and, for a few blissful seconds, Root did as well. But good things never lasted.

“The gloves are a nice touch. Those are modulating gloves, aren’t they? Hear they’re pretty hard to come by.” Root had been eyeing her in a way that was far too familiar for Shaw’s tastes, so she was a little surprised that it was her gloves she’d chosen to comment on.

“Friend got them for me. Means to an end. Help me avoid unwanted attention.” They were actually illegal, like any other clothing item that masked the texture and feel of a biometal prosthesis, but Zoe had connections. “Well, most unwanted attention.”

Root only smiled at the jab. “Local Enforcement officers really aren’t the brightest, are they? Most regulations have them practically strip search prisoners. You’re safer here than you would be on a Hub planet, but Samaritan has eyes everywhere. Even out here.”

“I’m only in here for a bar brawl. Not like I robbed a Galactic bank.”

Root’s smirk grew more pronounced.

Shaw stared at her. “You didn't…”

Root leaned back against the wall looking far too pleased with herself. “What can I say? A girl’s gotta eat somehow.”

“That’s a felony, Root. They put you up against a wall and shoot you for that.”

Root shrugged. “They’re welcome to try.”

Shaw thought about pressing the point, but decided it was none of her business. Well, almost none.

“Your…boss…gonna get you out of this one then?”

“She’s your boss, too.”

That was a fairly complicated issue which Shaw had no intention of diving into while stuck in a holding cell.

“How is it they never find that thing in your head when they arrest you?”

Root half-raised her bound hands towards her right ear before stopping herself. “Same way they never spot your arm, I’d imagine. They’re very unimaginative and stupid, and full body scanners cost too much for a backwater place like this.”

Shaw pushed off the wall and took a seat next to Root on the bench. “Let me check it.”

Root retreated fractionally. “It’s fine, Shaw.”

It was the first time Root had used her name since she’d been dumped in the cell and something about the way she said it made Shaw scowl.

“Bionics are a crapshoot. Stuff can go wrong in all sorts of ways, requires frequent checkups and observation. Which I’m betting you’ve never done.”

The smile on Root’s face was forced now, her eyes wary.

“Stop being such a baby.” Shaw grabbed her arm to hold her in place and then pushed the hair back so she could get a look at her right ear. Under the longer top layer, Root had shaved her hair very short. She’d done something or another to it so all the long hair fell around the back and right side of her head, leaving the short hair visible on the left side so everyone could see the design she’d had shaved into the cut. Only Root would think it was cool to have binary code shaved into her hair as a fashion statement.

But Shaw figured the entire look was also to cover up and draw attention away from her right ear.

There was a nasty, curved scar behind Root’s ear. It had healed as well as possible given the circumstances, but she’d had it reopened a few months after the initial injury to get her…upgrade.

The tiny metal jack and mic behind her ear were almost impossible to spot unless someone knew what they were looking for, and the rest of the tech she’d had added was embedded under her skin and couldn’t be seen without a scanner. Shaw checked the area for any discoloration or other signs that the implant was being rejected by her body. Biometal did a damn good job of integrating with tissue, but it was still a long ways away from perfect and she’d seen what happened when the body rejected it.

“Looks pretty clean,” she admitted begrudgingly. She’d been the one to patch it up the first time, when the injury had been fresh. That had been the less-tense meeting she’d had with Root since she’d been so out of it that Shaw hadn’t been worried about her causing trouble. Mostly she’d been worried Root was going to die in the room of the hostel Shaw had been staying in and she’d have to explain the corpse to Enforcement officers. That had been back when the worst Enforcement would have done was just execute them. Before Samaritan.

She hadn’t liked seeing Root like that: scared and half-dead. She was usually so damn cocky and sure of herself, but that night….

“She’d let me know if there was a problem,” Root said, brushing her hair back over her ear. She dropped her cuffed hands onto the arm Shaw was using to hold her in place. “Your arm never gave you any trouble.”

Shaw only felt the faintest whisper of her touch. Even if she hadn’t been wearing her coat, she wouldn’t have fully been able to feel it. Her arm was well-made, a blend of biometal and hard chrome, the best money could buy, but it was only as good as the available technology which meant her sense of touch was very limited with it. Root’s fingers ran down her arm in a gentle caress.

“Don’t touch me,” Shaw growled, grabbing Root’s wrist with her very human right arm and pulling it away.

“You touched first, sweetie.” Root didn’t fight against her though and actually slid away a little once she was free. Shaw had forgotten how much she disliked having her right ear touched or even examined.

A longer silence stretched between them this time and Shaw wondered if she was going to be left in peace until Reese showed up.

“So what did you get arrested for?”

Apparently she wasn’t that lucky.

“Bar fight. Some nice fellows thought I was cheating at cards.”

Root chuckled. “You were cheating at cards.”

“Not my fault they couldn’t cheat better than me.” She hadn’t even been trying that hard. “How’d you know I was cheating, anyway?”

Root just raised an eyebrow as if that had been the dumbest question Shaw could ever ask.

“Oh, right. Your boss is a creep.” Why had she bothered asking if she knew?

Root shrugged. “She protects you more than you know. She protects all of us. Even that big lug who hangs out on your ship.”

“Technically it was his ship first.”

The Indigo Five hadn’t had Shaw’s name on her register until a year ago. She’d started out as their former employer’s gift to Reese and hadn’t even had a name beyond her ship classification type and ID, but Shaw had insisted on naming her and then, after it had just been the two of them left, Reese had decided Shaw should own her.

“You two still pretending to be a transport ship?” Root rattled her cuffs a bit as if uncomfortable.

“If your boss is tattling on us then you know we are.”

“Got a contract from this place yet?”

“Not so much.”

The blistering hot town on the tiny planet in the middle of nowhere that they’d landed on to deal with their number wasn’t much good for finding real work.

“I know someone who might need a lift off this place. They can pay well, too.”

“Oh, yeah?” Shaw realized about half a second later where this was going. “Oh. No. Absolutely not. You are not allowed on my ship.”

“I can pay. Double your rates.”

Shaw clenched her jaw. They really needed some credits. For food and fuel if nothing else. But she didn’t trust Root in a jail cell and she definitely didn’t trust her on her ship.

“Thought you had your own ship. That pile of junk finally break down?”

“She’s not a pile of junk! She’s unique.”

Shaw just shook her head. The little stealth fighter Root piloted around didn’t belong away from a fleet. The thing couldn’t even go through a terminal on its own unless she snuck it through and it wasn’t designed to deal with the forces blinking between terminals put on a ship. From what she knew, Root got around by using her stealth cloaking to latch on to larger ships going her way.

“Keep telling yourself that.” She noted that Root had avoided her question. If she wasn’t going to tell her why she needed transport then all the more reason Shaw wasn’t letting her on board.

“Please?” Root sounded sincere and it made Shaw shift uncomfortably. “It’s important, Sameen.”

Ugh.

“Tell you what, you somehow manage to get out of here and back to my ship before me, and pay me double, then we’ve got a deal.”

Root was silent for a second and then nodded. “Okay, Shaw, we’ll play it your way.”

Shaw decided the matter was settled and leaned back against the wall and shut her eyes.

Her eyes shot back open when a heavy weight dropped in her lap.

“But playing it my way is definitely more fun,” Root murmured from inches away from her face. She dropped her bound hands over Shaw’s head to hold her in place and scooted forward to get her knees fully up on the bench on either side of Shaw’s legs.

“Knock it off, Root.” Shaw grabbed her by the hips and tried to shove her off, careful not to grab too hard with her left arm. She didn’t really want to break Root in half. Maybe only bruise her a little.

“Say the word and I’ll get up, but do you have a better way to pass the time while we wait?” Root asked.

When Shaw failed to tell her to move, Root pressed herself up against her as much as she could and leaned over to put her lips right next to her ear. “I love it when you put your hands on me. Especially that one.”

“Forgot about your creepy bionic kink.” Shaw made a half-hearted effort to pull Root’s arms back over her head, but she’d laced her fingers into her hair so the whole exercise was only causing Shaw to get her hair yanked which was…not helping with her attempts to remain unaffected.

There was also the small issue of the great view down the front of Root’s shirt she currently had.

“It’s not a bionic kink. It’s just a you kink.” Root pulled back enough to grin at her and then leaned in again to gently capture Shaw’s earlobe between her teeth.

Shaw twitched slightly at the feeling and gave up on trying to untangle Root’s hands.

“Fuck it,” she muttered.

“Mmm, pretty sure it’s me you should be fucking.”

“Shut up.”

She’d forgotten how great Root was at kissing: the quick bites on the lip, the tiny satisfied noises that Shaw enjoyed way more than she’d ever admit, how quickly she opened her mouth for Shaw’s tongue.

This was not how she’d seen her day going, but she wasn’t going to complain.

She pulled her gloves off and ran her hands up Root’s back under her shirt. At the touch of the cold, hard fingers of her left hand Root shivered and pulled back with a small gasp.

Shaw let her hand drift up Root’s side. Her thumb slid around to the front to rest over her ribs, right below her breast. Things didn’t feel the same to her left hand as they did to her regular hand; all the sensations were muffled, and skin especially felt weird, almost like it had a slight electric current running through it. Touching people, running her hands over bare skin, was a strange but thrilling sensation.

“You know, I broke someone’s leg with this arm earlier today,” she said in a low, dangerous voice. “Snapped the bones and tendons like they were nothing.” She tightened her grip a little. She could exert just a fraction more pressure and break Root’s ribs to pieces.

Root moaned in her ear, enjoying the situation way more than anyone with even a lick of common sense should.

“Maybe when we get back to your ship you can give me a full demonstration,” she breathed.

“Thought I might right now. No better way to pass the time, right?” There didn’t look to be any security cameras in this crappy jail.

“Sorry, sweetie. We’re about to get interrupted.”

Shaw’s eyes narrowed. She was willing to bet Root had known that before she’d started all this. It would be just like her to get Shaw all worked up and then leave her high and dry.

She grabbed her by the waist and pulled her up and off her. This time Root didn’t resist her at all, getting her feet back onto the floor and lifting her arms back over her head. She straightened her clothes out and smirked at Shaw.

“I do appreciate the enthusiasm, but you might want to put your gloves back on now.”

Shaw cursed and scooped her gloves up off the floor, slipping them on. If she touched someone with her left hand with the gloves on the temperature and texture made her touch feel almost like she had a normal hand underneath.

Root sat back on the bench next to her, rubbing at where Shaw’s thumb had pressed into her ribs. “I’m going to have a nasty bruise there, Sameen.” She sounded quite pleased.

Shaw’s breathing had almost returned to normal. She glared at Root.

“I hope you get shot.”

If anything that only made Root smirk more.

The sound of metal screeching as the door at the end of the cellblock opened announced the return of an Enforcement agent.

“You.” The agent pointed at Shaw. “Made bail. Let’s go.”

“What about me, officer?” Root was doing something Shaw could only describe as simpering. She almost rolled her eyes again.

“You aren’t going anywhere ever again. At least not until someone comes to collect you and have a chat about those missing funds. Then you’ll get a quick trip to a shallow grave if you’re lucky.”

Shaw moved out of the cell as soon as she was able to, waiting as the officer locked the door again. Root moved over to thread her fingers through the bars and smile at her.

“See you later, Sameen.”

“I’d say I can’t believe you got arrested again, but that would be a lie.” Reese sounded resigned.

As if he didn’t do his fair share of getting on the wrong side of Enforcement.

Shaw squinted and shielded her eyes from the brightness with a hand. She’d left her hat on the ship so it wouldn’t get damaged in whatever brawl she’d ended up in. There was always a brawl to be had on worlds like this. She’d worn her coat though, a faded black leather duster that was definitely too hot for the climate but that she’d be damned if she took off.

Reese also had his coat on despite the weather, though his was a normal length and had ridiculous fringe on it that he thought made him look very cool.

It really didn’t.

“Finished the mission, didn’t I?”

“We were supposed to save the guy’s life. You broke his arm in three places.”

“He’s alive, isn’t he?”

She’d warned the guy off in the middle of the fight. Reese had told her he’d already stowed away on a ship headed to another system, injured arm and all.

The main street of the small town was almost deserted in the midday heat. There was a rusted-looking automaton jerkily painting the side of a shop. Damn thing was such an old model it was practically an antique. Shaw wondered if it would fall to pieces if she touched it.

She half-expected a tumbleweed to roll down the road.

“What the hell are we doing in this place, Reese?”

“The Machine gave us a number and it’s a lot easier to get away with stuff like that stunt you just pulled out here in the Ore Colonies than it would be back in the Central Systems.”

She missed the cities on the planets of the Central Systems, especially the ones on the Hub Planets. Everything there was dark alleys, neon signs, and backstreet criminals. No one cared how many biometal limbs you had and, if you had the credits, you could stay at a place which had a real bathtub. She missed bathtubs quite a lot.

Of course there were also some pretty compelling reasons for them to stay the hell away from the Hub Planets these days, though everywhere in the Interplanetary Republic carried some risk for them.

There was a fading sign tacked to the front of the bar she’d partially-demolished that showed a featureless human figure offering a helping hand to another human figure lying on the ground. ‘Samaritan: Helping You Help The Galaxy’ it said under the picture. Shaw rolled her eyes. An Artificial General Intelligence posing as a technological breakthrough in communications systems was somehow the least and greatest of the galaxy’s problems these days.

Speaking of problems….

“Guess who I ran into?” she asked.

“About half the town. With your fist.” There was a small smile on Reese’s lips though.

“Yeah, oops.” Probably the most entertainment they’d had here in years. “Root got tossed in jail with me.”

“Root?” Reese almost missed a step. “Saw her face pop up on the wanted boards network while I was waiting for you. Whoever her latest identity is robbed a Galactic bank yesterday.”

So she hadn’t been kidding about that part. Shaw was genuinely impressed.

“Maybe she was trying to hide out here.” She couldn’t imagine Root getting caught if she didn’t want to be. Especially not by the weak excuse for Local Enforcement officers that this place had to offer. Why the hell had she been in that cell with her?

They reached the edge of town and turned to head down the dirt trail that led out to the shambles of the town port.

“She have anything interesting to say?”

“Uh, no. Not a thing.” Nothing Reese would want to hear about anyway.

“Weird coincidence, I guess.” Reese didn’t sound convinced. Working for the Machine had left both of them highly suspicious of coincidences.

“Guess so.”

The town port was basically a flat stretch of dirt with a rusted fence around it. There couldn’t have been more than five other ships there.

They could see the Indigo Five once they got a little closer since she was one of the larger ships in the small port. She was only a mid-sized cargo ship, not more than 20 meters high, an Interplanet Rapid Transit model. An IRT: Thornhill, to be exact, the only one in existence. And maybe Reese had made a few…alterations when he’d gotten her. And maybe Shaw had made a few of her own since. She was a damn good ship in Shaw’s opinion.

And more importantly, she was home.

“Isn’t that…” Reese pointed towards the Indigo Five.

Shaw groaned. “She didn’t.”

There was a small dock area on top of the Indigo Five meant for a smaller, short-range ship to attach to, though they hadn’t had a smaller ship in ages. However there definitely was a ship there now. Shaw would have recognized that battered pile of junk anywhere.

“Thought you said she was in prison still?” Reese asked as Shaw unlocked the side-hatch and spun the pressure-lock wheel.

“This is Root. She cheats.”

“Says the person who had four aces in their hand and another two up their sleeve.”

“There’s cheating and then there’s Root.”

She found their new passenger in the bridge, her feet propped up on the console.

She was wearing Shaw’s hat.

“Hey, sweetie,” Root said, dropping her feet to the ground and spinning the chair around to smile at her. “Love the hat.” She tipped the brim up with two fingers.

It was a wide-brimmed leather hat that matched Shaw’s coat. She’d broken someone’s nose for looking at it cross-eyed and Root was just…wearing it.

She was going to murder her.

“Well, my ship is attached and ready to go, so I’ll just go make sure Mortimer hasn’t gotten himself into trouble while you sort things out up here.” Root took the hat off and put it crookedly on top of Shaw’s head, giving it a little pat.

“Oh, and here’s my itemized list of possessions I’m bringing on board. I know John is a stickler for procedures.” Root waved a long piece of paper at Shaw who took it out of reflex. Root slipped by her into the narrow hall leading to the rest of the ship, only brushing up against Shaw’s butt a little bit on the way.

Reese was on his way in and stood well clear to let Root pass.

“Uh, hi, Root.”

“Hey, big lug. Long time, no see.”

“Seem to recall you emptied my pockets and took my gun last time we ran into each other.”

“Bygones,” Root said dismissively. “That was months ago. I’m a changed gal.” She wandered away down the ship corridor.

“Shaw?” Reese raised an eyebrow at her.

“I’m going to rip her into pieces and put each piece out the airlock in a different system.”

“Well, that sounds fun, but without credits we can’t afford to fly to all these systems. She paying at least?”

Shaw got ahold of herself. “Yeah, she said double our usual rate.” She could probably afford it, too, if she’d just robbed a bank. They’d have to have a chat about how clean her credit lines were though.

“That’s something anyway.” He nodded his chin towards the paper she was holding. “Love letter?”

Shaw reminded herself that she needed Reese alive.

“Itemized list of all her shit.” She shoved it at him, not wanting to deal with it, and dropped into the pilot chair. She needed something to punch. Or shoot. Maybe punch and then shoot.

“Items: One (1) elite space hacker. She itemized herself?”

Shaw dropped her face into her hand. “She would.”

“One super cool space stealth fighter, Paradox. IRT: Turing model.”

Shaw didn’t look up. She was going to leave her face in her palm until he finished reading; it would save time.

“Three pairs of space boots, black leather, light wear and tear.”

“Space boots? What the fuck is a space boot?”

“Three space shirts, blue, red, and black.” He made a face. “I’m pretty sure she just put the word space in front of every item on this list.”

“There is something massively wrong with her.”

“Two pairs steel-reinforced, extra padded…space cuffs with blue fuzz space trim. Uh, what?”

“Oh god.”

“One sparkly, purple space vibra…”

Shaw shot up and snatched the list away from him. “I think I get the idea.”

“I mean, we’re just taking her somewhere and dropping her off, how bad could it be?”

Shaw looked over the rest of the list, shaking her head in disbelief.

“You have no idea.” An item near the bottom jumped out at her. She remembered what Root had said as she was leaving…something about making sure Mortimer wasn’t getting into trouble. “Reese. What the hell is a space cat?”

As if on command, the yowl of an upset feline echoed through the hallways of the Indigo Five, followed by excited barking.

“Dunno but we’d better go make sure our space dog doesn’t chase it into the engine.”

Shaw crushed the list in her left hand. What had she ever done to deserve this?

(AN: For anyone curious, the Indigo Five is a bit smaller than Serenity from Firefly. Similar ship type to that and the Bebop from Cowboy Bebop. I’m figuring out some more details on her still, but I’ve found some concept art that matches what I was thinking. Also thanks to @heyjenocide for the test read, am happy to report she’s now putting the word ‘space’ in front of random words.)

[asleepinawell]

I remember feeling my heart hurts sooo much when reading 'honour among assassins' in STC because Root just wasn't sure and I was feeling flr her and you wrote it damn good! And there was a line that goes along "ask me, if you want it just ask" for some reason it hit me. Like Root was afraid like Shaw said, she acts like its not she's not gonna get it anyway. Like asking Shaw to accompany her picking up the nerd herds. Aaahh and ofc a lot more but these are some that I just wanna let you know :)

Honor among assassins almost didn’t get written, strangely enough. Like I’d never intended to expand much on that episode, but I had to address the bit where shaw’s cover didn’t get blown at the end and then it turned into a whole chapter. I’m always really grateful when people say nice things about that chapter because it was one of the ones I was most nervous about when posting (up there with season 3 finale, bullets and leitmotifs, and the two super extra nerdy chapters). 

On the flip side, knight before christmas was the rare chapter where I felt really good about it when I posted it...like everything just clicked correctly while writing. and I’m so glad you mentioned that line because I really liked it and I always feel weird saying I liked something I wrote. And yes, that was very much connected to that early morning scene with root asking shaw to come on a mission with her...which actually is close to my favorite scene in the whole mess of a fic I wrote. Basically what I’m saying is your message just made me grin at my screen like an idiot, so thank you. :)

[asleepinawell]

Can you answer any of the questions you haven't already done please?

sure why not

anemone: how old were you when you first started writing?

I’m not completely sure, but my first failed attempt at writing a longer story was at about age 10 or 11. It was about dragons.

baby’s breath: about how many fics have you completed?

11 that have been posted online at some point. 3 only on tumblr, the rest on ao3. Some of them I took down. I do that.

carnation: do you only write on tumblr or on other sites? what are they?

mostly on ao3. I do shorter stuff for tumblr sometimes.

daffodil: do you prefer to write about an OC or an unnamed reader (y/n)?

nah, i like keeping to the canon characters as much as possible. basically all my fics (with a few exceptions) are third-person, past tense, multiple canon character povs.

gardenia: what is the setting in which you write best?

I generally write in bed. Somewhere near the beginning of STC I switched from writing on my laptop to my phone so I can now write while curled up in bed. I am really, really lazy. Unless this meant story setting, in which case beats me.

hydrangea: what inspired you to begin writing in the first place?

I don’t remember the exact second where I was like I’m going to write something of my own now, but I always loved reading and stories in general. Discovering Terry Pratchett was also a big motivator because his books were completely unlike anything I’d ever read and I was inspired by his style.

iris: do you prefer writing about a man or a woman character? why?

Several of my early failed attempts at writing novels started out with me writing a male protagonist and then realizing that I only made them male because that was the default gender in most fantasy novels (all my failed novel attempts were fantasy). I had a wtf moment about this at some point and switched over to making all my protagonists female. I think I do prefer writing female characters, but not disproportionately so.

lily: do you listen to music when you write? if so, do you have a specific playlist for it?

Sometimes, and I have made playlists for writing specific fics, but generally it doesn’t matter too much because my brain will tune it all out once I start writing.

peony: au or canon?

For short stuff I prefer canon. For longer fics I like alternate canon universe or a complete AU.

poinsettia: is it hard for you to make up names for characters in your fics?

There were at least two generic background dudes in STC named Roger (I think Root terrorized both of them). I suck at making up names.

daisy: would you ever consider a career in writing?

I would love to actual finish and publish an original work some day, but unless it did insanely well I don’t think I’d feel safe giving up my current job.

tulip: what is your favorite writing blog on tumblr that you feel deserves more followers and reads?

I’m not sure if this means my favorite blog about writing or my favorite writer’s blog….I don’t have a favorite blog about writing, and likeafouralarmfire is one of my favorite writers who posts on tumblr.

jasmine: what is the greatest amount of notes you’ve ever received on one of your works?

I don’t post most of my stuff on tumblr…Destinations has around 100 notes. On ao3 STC broke 1k kudos which was pretty cool and a first for me.

poppy: do you write your fics right here on your tumblr drafts? if not, where?

No matter where I post them I don’t write them in drafts. I write everything in google docs these days since I can edit them anywhere on my phone. Why would I ever subject myself to the horrors of tumblr post formatting until I absolutely had to? 

water lily: what helps you get through writer’s block?

There’s no one good answer to this. Sometimes I’ll write something different than whatever I’m stuck on. In both STC and Cold-Hearted there were entire added scenes/chapters that I wrote because I was stuck. In both cases I was then able to write the part I’d been stuck on after that. Sometimes I go and outline the part I’m trying to write, make myself focus in on the important story beats (I hate outlining). Talking the scene through with another writer can sometimes help. 

lotus: how many drafts do you currently have?

I assume this means drafts of writing in my tumblr drafts, in which case zero. Drafts not on tumblr I’ve got three partially-written-but-abandoned poi fics languishing away, and WIP chapters for both Feedback Loops and Neon and Dust that I’m slowly picking away at.

pansy: do you keep your blog a secret to people you know personally?

Mostly. Two of my closest friends have access to my tumblr…which gives them access to my ao3 account as well. I try to keep my online and offline life separate though.