#though it'd likely require some abstraction

[ossifer]

i will not try to make a baru cormorant ttrpg. i will not try to make a baru cormorant ttrpg. i will not try to make a baru cormorant ttrpg. i will n

[carionto]

I like to think the humans ambassador hides black powder weapons around their office instead of Lazer guns or plasma, just walks about with 2 hidden flintlock pistols

You sir or madam or otherwise have given me the biggest grin with that idea, thank you.

(me from after having written it out) I did not know where this idea would take me, stream of consciousness writing will do that.

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Every delegate of every integrated species aboard a Coalition governing station in their respective segment of the Galaxy receives full accommodations in the form of an isolated embassy structure.

One day, as per a Human custom, the main delegate - Ambassador Glenn York, invited several other delegates on a tour of his embassy. With some hesitation from a few due to their prey-like ancestry and associated cultural background, but ultimately won over by the Human's eager friendliness, they embarked on this little cultural exchange.

It was a little difficult to move about, as each embassy is adapted to suit the environmental preferences of the respective species, and Humans live on a high gravity and dense atmosphere world, so much so in fact, some of the less physically suitable delegates had to put on an exoskeleton, while many others required a breathing apparatus to thin out the poisonous air.

Once we were underway, Glenn showed us that the Humans were diligent in their work - acquiring information from and learning about all the various species within the Coalition, establishing communication lines with the respective counterparts in the disparately varied local government structures, and most importantly continually updating the translation modules.

In addition, we admired their art they had installed along the barren walls. Most, Glenn explained, was done by the delegates and their staff themselves during free time, and it ranged from tiny contraptions painstakingly assembled within a minuscule glass container (we did not realize they could hone their dexterity to such a precise degree!) to large murals covering an entire wall with the most vivid color and shape combinations one could imagine; from the very clear and obvious to impossibly abstract! Though the music they had to turn down - the vibrations of the thick atmosphere were beginning to overload the dampening systems and one of the delegates almost passed out.

Near the end of the tour, Glenn invited us into his office to show off what his "hobby" is:

"The boys and gals I work with are all talented people, but none of them appreciate the kind of craftsmanship I prefer. It's kind of a ancient art form, you see, high maintenance too, very delicate."

He pulls out a pair of ancient looking projectile weapons, at least judging by the shape, but none of us can quite grasp, aside from the trigger, how it operates. We are all silent as he pours some sort of fine grain from a small bag into the upturned tube then drops a small metal ball and proceeds to jam it further in with a cloth and stick.

"I handcrafted these myself. Sure, I could get a printer to do it and it'd be perfect, but perfection just ain't right when it comes to work of the soul, amirite? I find it therapeutic, to mold the shape, heat the iron, cast the shape, smooth the edges, straighten the barrel, carve the grip, roll the bullets, grind the powder... just..."

He lets out a long sigh of relief? satisfaction? euphoria? as he gazes with great affection at the pair of devices in his hands. We feel the urge to end the tour. Like. Right now. But Glenn insists on a demonstration. We hesitantly follow him to a largely empty room below where he sets up a couple of small wooden block on a pedestal. As he points one of the devices and is about to pull the trigger, he stops, looks back at us and says:

"Almost forgot, you'll want to take a few more steps back and turn your dampeners to max."

Heeding his advice, we do so, and after he appears satisfied with our... safety?... he returns his gaze to the wooden block and pulls the trigger.

[cacophony]

We awaken after a short while, the sturdier of our fellow delegates say the rest of us were out for just a few moments, but the ringing reverberation of the shockwave through the Human atmosphere still resonates throughout our bodies. Glenn, worry in his eyes, is apologizing profusely:

"Oh I am so sorry, I didn't think you'd still react so poorly. Is anyone hurt? I even put in less gunpowder than normal, but I guess that's still too potent. I--I'll file an official apology and compensate for any damages I may have caused to any of you. I will take full responsibility for this incident. Please do not think poorly of us as a whole due to the willfulness of one individual, it was never my intention to inflict any injury on anyone."

---Later---

After a thorough medical examination, it was determined that only a few delegates suffered a minor case of shock, which was alleviated rapidly at their respective medical stations. Ambassador Glenn York was reprimanded and sent back to Earth, a replacement will arrive shortly. The one permanent remnant of the incident is the wooden block that was struck by Glenn's pistol - now put on a small display in one of the inner rooms of the Human embassy. The bullet still embedded half-way and the splinters it shot out arranged in a chaotic manner, befitting an explosion, down in front.

[hischierlovebot]

☂️ for the ask game!!

I was convinced I had answered this already but apparently I wrote my whole answer, someone talked to me at work and when I went back to my phone I had lost the answer and the draft so. Sorry for the delay, in my head I had already replied jsjsjs

☔Is there a fic concept you have that you'd like to just explain and share because you're not sure you'll ever write it? If so, what is it?

There are many if I'm being honest. The one i'm most excited for as an abstract concept is a heist au, because I love heists, but I am not sure if I can write one. I would like to try though. There are, however, a couple of stories that have stuck with me for a number of years and that I don't know if I'll ever write but it'd be cool! I'll leave some details after the cut of this will be never ending, so I present you with:

a murder mystery where the main character goes back in time to try to figure out who killed his high school sweetheart. I love this idea but it's been paused for a couple of years now for several reasons: the ending came to me before the rest of it and I had something very specific I wanted to do, but I think I wrote myself into a corner there. I need to have the story ironed out before I can tackle it, particularly when they're meant to be long/complex/long AND complex and in this one the details and justifications for the plot were crucial to it, and I never felt really satisfied with them, so even though I had quite a bit written out for it, I never quite knew how to pull it off. Besides, this was meant for the tokyo revengers fandom, until that went up in flames (did Not like the ending), and i could revamp it and find a new fandom but I still haven't found people I feel fit in the specific roles I had in mind. Maybe it's a matter of sitting down with it and reworking it, but there's some things I don't want to change and they make finding new people difficult, I don't want to simply change the names, it has to make sense for them to do those things, you know? This has been purposefully vague in case I one day do write it but if anyone liked tokrev/is interested in knowing where this was going, feel free to hmu!

This one has haunted me for years, it's my magnum opus, or it would be, if I managed to write it. It's a, again, murder mystery but with the twist that it's heavily inspired by my fave TV Show, Fringe (if you don't know it, it's a TV show that dealt with fringe science, so human experimentation, stuff that fell on the science fiction side of things). The story involves a murder in the main character's birth town, and he comes back to investigate it, because it's a murder that falls under the Fringe division, which is where he works. He left the town in less than ideal circumstances and he never intended to return, so now he has to deal with both a killer on the loose, and the consequences of leaving one day without even saying goodbye. Like the first one, it's a story that requires me to nail the details and I never quite did it. I had a chunk written for it but again, this was for a different fandom, back when I was a kpop writer, so this one has been in my wip folder for a number of years now, and I really would like to finish it, but I don't know if I ever will

This was incredibly long, sorry about that!! And big thanks for sending me an ask!!