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A basic primer for those new to the madness, and those who want a refresher on all the things we've got going on! Known universes (...or as many as I can get in one sitting), and details as have been released into the wild! :D Will be updated as things get out there, and I remember. ^_^ Listed ships are as known to the public as of this time. Spoilers are possible, but trying to keep it to as minimum as you would get from the tags. In no particular order.

Overview: We (myself and Dogmatix) mostly write in the Prequel Trilogy and Clone Wars eras, with minor forays into the Original Trilogy and very little to do with Rebels (neither of us have really seen it). We're mad about clones, and I ship Rex and Obi-Wan like whoa. I'm open to pretty much anything, but I've a HUGE weakness for my favorite pair. Obi/Qui, and Anakin/Padme are also common

Balance: Obi-Wan dies on Naboo, not Qui-Gon. Distraught by his padawan's death, Qui-Gon falls and uses the Dark side to kill Maul, and then he leaves the Jedi Order. He is Dark, and he goes searching for the greater Darkness in the galaxy -- and the Sith Master who is responsible for Obi-Wan's death. Tumbl tag: on Balance eating my brain. Ships: Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan, mostly unrequited.

AWOL: so many pre-requisites. Not there yet. Desperately want to write this NOW. Tumbl tag: AWOL

Unintended Consequences
: so many pre-requisites. Not there yet. Started it anyways. Rex and Obi-Wan hook up after Christophsis, and start building a relationship in the middle of the war. Tumbl tag: unintended consequences. Ships: Obi/Rex.

Green Squad: so many pre-requisites. Not there yet. Tumbl tag: green squad

Chibi!Verse: so many pre-requisites. Not there yet. Tumbl tag: chibi!verse

Lady of the Suns: When Qui-Gon takes Anakin from Tatooine, he gets attacked by Maul -- and the Jedi get a helping hand. Then things get REALLY complicated. Tumbl tag: lady of the suns

Through a Mirror Darkly: Taking the Jedi Apprentice series in a whole new direction. Tumbl tag: SithVerse. Ships: nothing current, though way way down the road it's Qui/Obi when everyone's adult and clear consent is possible.

Star to Steer By: Star Wars crossed with Stargate SG-1. Yes, I know that shouldn't work. Dogmatix is brilliant and found a way. Tumbl tag: star to steer by and star to steer by headcanon. Ships: Anakin/Padme/Fives (...it's...less odd in context ^_^ ) Supplemental fic

Blackest Circle: Mustafar goes differently. Dark!Obi-Wan, Dark!Anakin. (With Flamethrower! :D) Tumbl tag: blackest circle. Ships: Anakin/Padme

Ghosts of 66: a so far unconnected set of stories of clones and their Generals. As it says on the tin. Tumbl tag: ghosts of 66. Ships: Anakin/Padme, Obi/Ace!Rex if you squint, but you really have to be looking for it.

Modern Dance: (...definitely needs a decent name by the time it goes to print) A SW modern AU. Rex is a cop. Obi-Wan is the private eye he has to arrest for perving at a dance club -- even if it WAS for the investigation. Things only get murkier from there. Noir, paranormal weirdness, and who knows what else will turn up. Tumbl tag: moderndanceAU. Ships: Obi/Rex (A LOT). Anakin/Padme.

Unmasked: On the back burner. It involves a lot of masks. Tumbl tag: unmasked. Ships: Obi-Wan/Cody

Hard Reset: Darth Vader, with classic Hollywood amnesia. Add angst and Flamethrower (<3). Tumbl tag: amnesia vader. Ships: Anakin/Padme, Rex/Obi

Analemma Overlay: so many pre-requisites. Not there yet. Tumbl tag: analemma overlay

Nightsisters: During Anakin's Trial of Solitude, things go horribly awry. Genderbending, trans characters, femslash, and all sorts of interesting things we don't get to work with nearly often enough. Tumbl tag: nightsisters and nightsisters AU. Ships: none yet

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It is endlessly infuriating to watch any sort of politics with my parents. Today instead of the news at noon there was feed from hearings about the recent whistleblower thing - I admit I haven't had the energy to keep up with it.

Mom was immediately frustrated with how the committee kept badgering the guy under questioning - head of the DoJ, I think? Then there was a 'nice' break of being frustrated with random Republican basically using his time to rail against the fact that they're all here having to undergo this FARCE before someone else went back to trying to get a simple fucking yes or no out of the guy under questioning.

I understand her grumpiness - I'm here for excessive reports about the weather with a dash of local shenanigans (and whatever endorsements the mother corporation (the mouse) have paid them to make today). (There's a reason I only watch the local news once a day.) But to me it seemed so clear. The questioner kept asking variants on "if X, then Y, correct?" -- usually "if this information passed on is credible and not just hearsay, it should be investigated, yes?"

And he NEVER. Got. A single. Answer.

Oh, there were a LOT of words, but no answers. It was all "I did my responsibility to pass on the information it's now on the committee to decide what to do with it" -- which is great, but that's not the question. I sat there getting increasingly fed up with "I will not say it should or shouldn't be addressed, because if I do and then I somehow end up implicated in this, my comprehension here means I've gone and hung myself out to dry; BUT if I don't then I look like I'm covering something."

Just...say "in this hypothetical" and get on with shit, dude. You get to acknowledge that ALL it is, is a hypothetical. You get to call out the congresscritter on trying to maneuver you into a corner without committing to an actual stance. But nope, the increasingly absurd dance to avoid looking like a traitor to the administration OR a spineless toady.

I had trouble finding the words to say that, instead pointing out that it was a hypothetical and just answer. Mom kinda got that. Dad disagreed, "but he didn't say that it's a hypothetical." "He just did. IF this, THEN that - that is how a hypothetical works."

Mom doesn't like politics. Dad is a cynic in the sense that he thinks it's all futile anyways. And I'm left just feeling weird, and sad, and hollow. The worst part is that I know Dad thinks I'm being the idiot kid and just blowing hot air without bothering to understand things. I....

I worry. I worry I don't actually know what I'm talking about. I worry that my impression of reality is just some optimistic filter that has very little to do with what's going on, that what I thought had been years of learning by talking with someone who -- while an absolute asshole -- knew his shit about politics and maneuverings was instead all just more drinking the kool-ade. I have no faith in myself or my abilities, and the very fact that this all seems so simple and blatantly THERE while no one else seems to see it just means I'm making shit up from whole cloth.

This always happens when it starts to be about politics around here, and I've lost track of what's real. What's worse is that I can recognize the immediate impulse, which is to duck into the bathroom and hide there as a safe space I can control to some degree. Used to do it all the time with the Ex.

And this is the sort of thing that makes me wonder how much of that was all in my head, too. I'm like, 90% sure it ISN'T, but.

Looks like it's one of those days of venting to the internets and then hiding in fic writing and warcraft, where I DO know what the hell I'm doing.
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Reblogging this from the old tumblr, links might well not work because I am tired and cannot with them yet, sorry.
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First off: background sources. Post Blue Shadow Virus, the Naboo gave Rex a set of guns. They are very shiny, very nice, and named Negotiator and Vigilance. Now, given that Obi-Wan has “The Negotiator” as a title, one has to wonder about “Vigilance.” Since Anakin is known as “The Hero With No Fear,” it’s probably not him.

It has also been pointed out to me (thank you, @morecivilizedage) that Obi-Wan’s flagships were the Vigilance and Negotiator. Which…yeah.

Later on, it seems the shuttle that Cody and Rex take in Rookies is named The Obex.

…I am not a fan of the name smushing habit people have for ships, but that’s…kind of blatant.

Also, I recently found out that Sideshow put out an Obi-Wan figure, based on the 2003 Clone Wars design (the modern Clone Wars, and what’s declared current canon, was the 2008 version). To my admittedly limited knowledge, Rex does not exist in the ‘03 show. If nothing else, he’s not listed as a character on the IMDB page. HOWEVER, part of this figure’s design is a wrist com hologram – of Rex. Not Cody. Not another Jedi. REX. WHO DOESN’T EVEN EXIST IN THAT SHOW, WHICH HAS SCREENSHOTS SHOWN ON THE BOX. They didn’t have to call the hologram Rex, and it’s out of continuity to the presented Obi-Wan, and would calling this hologram “Rex” instead of any other clone really sell more figures?

Gotta admit that’s Interesting.

Now, given I totally pick and choose data from non-show sources (…see the horrific novelizations of The Clone Wars – or better yet, please don’t. Character assassination abounds), we need to look at the actual show.

It starts with the movie. Cody has a minimalist presence in there, whereas Rex interacts with Obi-Wan a lot. There’s several scenes where there’s some lovely close interplay, including a bit where Obi-Wan is ordering Rex to pull back – while gripping Rex on the shoulder.

Take a moment. Consider how often you see on the show Obi-Wan touching anyone. He doesn’t tend to initiate that, and it’s rarely outside of a combat situation. But that man can’t seem to keep his hands off Rex. Watch with that in mind, and please, feel free to tell me I’m missing things.

So back to the Blue Shadow Virus. When Anakin is freaking out to Obi-Wan because his wife and student are liable to be the first to die, he wants to know how Obi-Wan can not be on edge. “I’m just better at hiding it.” Take the parallels – Padme and Ahsoka are Anakin’s family. Now, Obi-Wan is prolly also having a HUGE internal freakout because they are in THE hanger that started Duel of the Fates in Episode I, but if he’s hiding the same sort of emotional breakdown, who is that about?

Parallels are important. Take The Deserter. That is THE shipping episode. Watch how Obi-Wan reacts throughout: he’s grumpy at first, because Grievous is up to the usual shit. Then he coms in to find out what Rex’s status is – and upon hearing Rex has been shot, his immediate reaction is worry, concern – I’d almost say he’s distraught. His orders to Jesse to hustle up and help them take down Grievous is more snarled, harsher, and from that point on Obi-Wan has an edge to him that wasn’t there before. This particular battle has become personal to him, and when Grievous gets away, there is genuine ANGER that a Jedi should not be expressing. What the hells else has Grievous done this episode or the last to merit that sudden change?

As for the literal parallels, Cut is Rex’s counterpart. They are contrasted again and again throughout the episode, and that culminates with Rex bidding Cut and his family farewell – so that Rex can go back to HIS family. So. If Rex is Cut, then the kids are obviously the other troopers under Rex’s command, and who does that leave as Suu’s counterpart?

Who is it that Rex talks to immediately? G’on, guess.

Also, Obi-Wan cannot stop gushing to Cody about Rex. I imagine poor Cody has to put up with this a LOT.

In fact, we can show that he does! The episodes with the Zygerrian slavers – Kidnapped, Slaves of the Republic, and Escape from Kadavo – are just chock full of this. The main crew takes out two BARC speeders. Anakin has Ahsoka riding shotgun in the sidecar, while Obi-Wan has Rex. The intriguing bit is that Cody is left for cleanup and directing the rest of the clones, even though technically Rex is ordinarily in charge of a larger battle group (depending on what bit of canon you’re looking at). There’s that exchange in the slave mines OP mentioned (2 slightly different versions and commentary are linked). There’s also the sequence where Rex gets permission from Obi-Wan to take the shot and be a bad ass on the villain (“I’m no Jedi” indeed). That interplay is subtle, and implies the two work together and closely enough that a glance and a nod are enough to convey what’s going on. Sure, the 501 and 212 work together often, but Obi-Wan has his own second-in-command.

Interestingly, Cody does not show up after the first episode in this arc. Given that they have the voice actor on hand, and the Wolf Pack is called in at the end for the rescue, tossing Cody and some 212 into the mix would have been easy. So that dynamic has implications.

Not factual enough yet? Screenshots of character positioning being more like a romance moment than in a war flick not good enough?

Let’s go to the Citadel arc. There’s more of the circumstantial evidence, where Rex can be interpreted as having Obi-Wan’s back more than one might think is usual.

But then there’s this gifset. As the mixed 212 and 501 soldiers are thawing from carbonite, watch Obi-Wan in the background. He nopes out of Anakin and Ahsoka’s tiff, and goes over to chat with Rex and Cody. When Obi-Wan gets over there, he raises his arm to do the shoulder grip thing (like I mentioned above, in the movie!). It might not be clear from the gifs, but there is not enough time for Obi-Wan to do that twice before he goes to the one arm behind the back kind of “at ease” posture. When he steps away from the troopers to be the Actual Adult in the room to Anakin and Ahsoka, Rex stands a bit straighter, in proper military posture, and dusts off his armor. It might not be a universal gesture of “aw yeah, I’m awesome,” but it sure seems pretty satisfied. Poor Cody meanwhile is watching the move, which helps capture the viewer’s eye (and leaves me wondering if he’s going “what the hell is up with you?” or “do not make me hose you down”).

I would honestly love to know someone else’s interpretation of that with un-shipping goggles on. ‘Cause I admit, I don’t see it.

That, folks, is why I ship it like mad. There’s more circumstantial evidence throughout the show, like how Obi-Wan and Rex interact (like a married couple, or in fact often like Anakin and Padme are presented at their best). There’s Rex being extra fancy and staring at Obi-Wan WAY more than Anakin in The Voyage of Temptation, otherwise known as “Satine and Obi-Wan in a Shuttle and Anakin Being Oblivious.” There’s the simple implication of the chemistry between the characters, though that is obviously open to interpretation.

This is animation. It takes time and effort and money to animate a simple shoulder grip, or a specialized gesture such as buffing one’s nails. Voice acting is an art where you have to convey so much emotion with what can be small adjustments to words. Scripts have to go through so much oversight and tweaking to convey a particular story, within the wide scope, and themes and plot threads have to be carefully considered. This isn’t chance, this isn’t one writer/animator/storyboarder going off the reservation because they had a Neat Idea.

I really do think it’s canon.


Random other bits I’ve gathered while re-watching the show:

  • During the movie, when Rex is told that General Kenobi’s been captured, he just freezes. He goes from digging around off screen for what I suspect is a new ammo cartridge, stills, then yells at the soldier that they have to hold out, now keep. fighting. It’s less rallying the troops as a bit of emotional pushback.
  • During Voyage of Temptation, when Anakin is sassing Obi-Wan in the elevator about Satine the possible old flame, Rex is right there in the elevator with both of them (along with poor Cody). Rex isn’t on Anakin’s flank, but Obi-Wan’s (little odd, but I don’t recall offhand how they filed in). And Anakin is “sensing some anxiety” from Obi-Wan about Satine.
    I love how there’s now another reason for that.
  • In an…‘interesting’ coincidence, it seems that when Rex got shot in The Deserter, that’s the exact same place Obi-Wan gets shot in Deception. Nothing conclusive there, but it’s intriguing.
  • from The Zillo Beast Strikes Back – The first time we see Rex, Anakin is giving him orders to “Stay with General Kenobi” – there’s the implication that he’s already with the General.
  • They’re continuing to leave breadcrumbs in Rebels.


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[personal profile] morgynleri had a very good idea, in posting meme results here! So, from a meme challenge to "explain your fic badly," have some AUs!

Balance: Extra-dimensional traveler helps Dark!Jedi form a Gray Order. There is much swearing and therapy.

AWOL: Extra-dimensional traveler desperately wants to go home, takes back souvenirs and Useful Life Lessons, only to play intergalactic game of tag.

Unintended Consequences: Extra-dimensional traveler desperately wants to go home, takes back souvenirs and Useful Life Lessons, only to take friends on an intergalactic road trip.

Green Squad
: Extra-dimensional traveler desperately wants to go home, takes back souvenirs and Useful Life Lessons, only to take his harem (and friends) on an intergalactic road trip.

Furlough
: Extra-dimensional traveler desperately wants to go home, takes back souvenirs and Useful Life Lessons, only to leave behind an accidental threesome.

Chibi!Verse: Space-and-Time-traveler adopts some kids to return the favor for when they adopted him.

Nightsisters
: “Impish greasemonkey adoptee of undead juggalo witch nuns” adopts a village and pisses off the Jedi more than usual.

Star to Steer By
: Space traveler meets brain worm and friends. Chaos follows.

Through a Mirror Darkly
: Canon but with Sekrit Sith versions of Our Heroes, who are still somehow better adjusted than in canon.

Blackest Circle
: After the apocalypse, what if canon was even angstier?

Brightest Cure
: After the apocalypse, what if canon was even angstier, and then meets an even eviler twin?

Anelemma Overlay
: Time travel, dimension travel, and secret identities.

Ghosts of 66
: Angst with clones and ghosts.

Modern Dance
: bullshit magic realism noir from the context of a dance club and an OTP.

Unmasked
: Canon (except when not) but with more masks and fancy clothes.

Hard Reset
: Darth Vader with classic Hollywood amnesia.

Teeny Tiny Mandalorian Kenobis
: After the apocalypse, even more clones.

Corellian “Jedi”
: They’re actually Sith, but since everyone in canon is oblivious to the obvious, this somehow escapes notice.

Concordance
: The Republic’s over, let’s have a revolution and ALL THE POLY SHIPS (with a side dish of angst).

Wake of the Force
: Usual evil villain trips falls down stairs and dies, leaving much messier battle lines than usual. Clones put a damper on Jedi.

Language Barriers
: Nobody can understand each other, but they bang anyways.

Obi-One and Seventy-Five
: Amnesiacs try to end a war.

Message in a Bottle
: Angry ‘widower’ tries to kill his boyfriend, fucks him instead.

Frying Pan universe
: War ends and everyone is saved by the (repeated) delicate application of a frying pan upside the head.

Sass and Murder
: Twice the hero for different shenanigans and many more times the smut.

Dragon!verse
: Three idiots can now turn into dragons at will. Hoarding instincts lead to winning a war.

Unnamed sex-pollen verse
: Sex-pollen makes for awkward sexy fun times.

Barren Humor
: Obi-Wan Kenobi is Chuck Norris, but angstier.

 

XD


3Below

Dec. 21st, 2018 09:32 pm
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Ok, I’m pretty sure I’ve recced Trollhunters before. There’s a sequel series that dropped onto Netflix today (ish?) called 3Below.

Ya’ll know it takes me forever and a day to get through series/movies, even ones I really like. I. Er. Might be on episode 9 right now. >_>

I do highly recommend it, for all that the second hand embarrassment is sometimes rather high. There’s just… just this one little thing that keeps poking at me a little. Under a cut for non-story related spoilers.

 

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Belated edit, slightly more spoilery, this time for a smidge of plot, because I have to scream it somewhere:

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Fallout

Dec. 19th, 2018 11:43 am
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I deleted the tumbl app off my phone today. It’s...interesting, I suppose, how many mixed feelings I have about this purge. On the one hand, there is spite: I will stick around until I get bored with being repeatedly booted, and I have a REMARKABLE amount of patience for stupid games like that.

On the other hand, there’s this sensation permeating everything. It’s not quite grief, it’s not quite fear, it’s not quite exasperated exhaustion. All those are in there, but I don’t know what to call it other than ‘melancholy’ and that’s not quite right either.

I know that online spaces are ephemeral. I spent the last two weeks preparing for a possible deletion, and to be quite honest I was pretty sure that it would happen.

And here it is.

I’m tired in a way that kinda surprises me, but it’s familiar. I keep flipping from a snarky, almost jovial ‘welp, that’s a thing’ and then remembering tumblr specific fic that now is only in my files, followed by an emotion best conveyed as ‘ARGH. I have to do something about that!’

Concordance.

Defiant Refrain.

Commander Kenobi.

Gods, I want to go looking and there is no easy way to search my archive, it’s just all plopped down there, and best I can do is literally skim backwards and hope I remember when things were.

::scrubs face:: I just don’t trust Tumblr to not disappear out from underneath me again. I think what I need to do is an actual, schedule-time-for-this-every-day project where I’m digging back through the archive and migrating everything. Cross-post things, toss as much onto AO3 as I can. Maybe set up some kind of cross-index via spreadsheet or worksheet or something, I don’t know.

If anyone wants me to post any particular things, or for me to search for reblogs of your particular things while I’m doing this, please let me know.  

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I'm not messing around with it more now, but I've now got a secondary/temporary/who the hells knows what's going on with the tumbls home at Norcumii. For spite, if nothing else.
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But we got no idea what that was."

I'm trying to use pillowfort, I really am, it's just so slow that I start twitching before anything can load. Possibly later under the hope traffic will be down.

Meanwhile, on to today's attempt at adulting. I was reminded of one of the reasons that being a shut-in isolated from anyone could be a lot less stressful.

I'm delivering pizzas now. (Not this instant right now, because I can only imagine how bad texting while driving is, never mind blogging.) The people at the pizza place are nice, I like them, and BossLady rocks.

And what better way to say "Happy Holidays! Thanks for being awesome!" than a 13x9 slab of butter, coca, and minty booze?

It seemed like a good project for yesterday and today, as an activity to stave off stress-jitters from the tumblageddon. I took it in an hour ago, and it was greeted with much squee -

But I kinda totally forgot someone's having medical stuff done and thus is fasting until Wednesday. And now I'm freaking out about two whole tablespoons of minty booze, because what if the younger staff aren't supposed to get any alcohol, or the other delivery driver who's more an inhouse worker what delivers several days a week because they need the money? I don't know anyone well enough to know if there's some kind of family problem so any booze is a bad idea, and and and --

Intellectually, I know that taking the time and effort to make brownies means more than people actually being able to eat them or not. I took the time to include an ingredient list (which I can only hope is legible), so it's not like it's surprise!booze or whatever.

I just can't manage to quiet those extra doubts and worries and I know it's ridiculous, but brains are annoying. URGH, why is scrooging so much easier?
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It’s just after the height of the local eclipse as I’m starting to write this. We only got somewhere between 60-70% occlusion here, but there’s something altogether uncanny about it. It was high 80s (F), with middling to light cloud cover all afternoon, and we’ve been watching the turkeys amble around the back yard, while hummingbirds dogfight each other for the feeders.

I took the laptop outside with me about half an hour beforehand, and Mom brought her pinhole pieces of paper (eclipse glasses? Not ‘round ‘ere, thank you kindly). It’s humid, and a little still – not the wind, there’s a light breeze, but that hush to the air like you get before storms. Only that’s not quite right.

Then it’s like cloud cover rolled in, that storm-what’s-not kicking in. You can see that the cloud cover isn’t any denser, but things are darkening in a way that’s a bit unsettling. It starts to physically cool down enough that I stop being quite so concerned that my poor laptop is going to overheat in direct sunlight. The pinhole starts to show more of a crescent shape than a circle.

And it gets darker. It’s evening rushing in too quickly, settling in far too fast. The humidity and breeze seem to spike, not because they do but because the air is getting a bit more chill. It’s not quite goosebumps levels of cold, but there’s this mild dizzying sensation because shouldn’t the barometer be falling rapidly for this storm and I can still make out patches of blue among the clouds.

The woods seem a little too still – not hushed, but like most of it doesn’t know if it’s evening somehow early or Something Other. The hummingbirds don’t give any shits, and they continue their little cackles at each other at they get their food.

At its height, the best analogue I have is a storm. That moment when the sky is bruised purple-gray, the humidity is thick enough to drag at your limbs even though you’re on land, not in water – but it’s nothing like that. It’s too dark too quickly. There’s that chill enough to raise hackles but not goosebumps. The humidity seems kinder than it was earlier, without its partner heat breathing down your neck.

It’s gorgeous, and disturbing, and somehow my mind is immediately latching on to Jedha obscured by Super Star Destroyers, or how Alderaan must have witnessed the Death Star coming out of hyperspace.

The heat sneaking back in to join the humidity makes everything a bit clammy. There’s enough cloud cover to trick my mind about the light coming back. ‘Just a cloudy day, an Odd Moment,’ it’s declaring, but it’s not and something other than my brain is more than convinced that it wasn’t Just A Bit Odd.

This was Other.

This was magnificent.

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...fuck. conflicting family visiting options, within a very limited time window, and somehow IT'S A WEEK FROM FUCKING CHRISTMAS.

....can I just stay in Pittsburgh and hide until the holidays are over?

All the Fic

Dec. 1st, 2015 01:45 am
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So it's occurred to me that a list of the tumblr fic I've written would be useful.

...I suspect this might be a touch quixotic. We shall see.

...and after finding out I do not in fact know how to use this platform, we're going with a placeholder that shall be slowly updated. Yay for competence! :D


Good Morning -- Anakin. Padme. Morning on Naboo. Fluff without plot. (Quasi-canon verse)

Saving Face -- Plo Koon had a simple, easy diplomatic mission to make. It was to his species’ homeworld, so Wolffe was content to let his General go with just one clone escort. What could go wrong? (canon compliant)

3 times Plo Koon almost lost his mask, and 1 time that he did -- Like it says on the tin. Character insights and fluff with a touch of angst and at least a little bit of a lightsaber fight, because hey, Jedi. References events in Saving Face, which may or may not be needed to understand. (canon compliant)

Sheev -- Flamethrower requested "I just want to read a fanfic where the heroes discover that Palpatine’s first name is Sheev, and they’re too busy laughing about it to really be overly concerned about the spitting, indignant Sith who really wanted that secret to remain buried." (random crackverse)

Eldritch Plo thing -- Imagine the Wolfpack as a group of six identical brothers, who move with their harried father and snarky mom to an old house out in the country when they’re maybe five or six years old. There’s a nearby house that’s like, completely run-down and just about falling apart. They hear local stories about the monster/ghost/whatever that lives there, so of course they end up daring each other to spend the night there. (modern AU)



to be edited when I am not distracted by shiny:
Break Fic -- master list, ought to do individual entries
The Frying Pan Thing --

whee

Jul. 6th, 2014 10:17 pm
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I have survived CONvergence. I got a fairly potent case of concrud, leading to a fun fever through closing ceremonies and a cough that just won't quit.

wheee.

Worth it, though. Totally. Worth it.
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TW: rape, misogyny, assault.

My aunt drives me up a frikkin' wall. I need to stop reading facebook; it's pretty much there for the birthday alerts and that's it, but my aunt, man. She's the one who doesn't check Snopes, and starts freaking out about this latest craze, or that particular impossible thing, quick, send this on to five people or bad luck will befall you for YEAAAAAARS.

And granola. Health food stuff. Ok, you want to live healthy, by a specific definition of healthy (which may or may not apply to others), and spread gifs of inspirational sayings and how this guru can lead you to peace and prosperity and she's an ally for any cause that crosses her feed.

Today broke me. I've been getting more involved in feminist areas lately (no links; I'm too emotionally worn down to share, sorry), and the sheer expenditure of Care is exhausting. But today, my aunt posted a like of a link: Ridiculous: Teen Girl Claims She Was “Shamed” by School After Being Sent Home for Violating Dress Code, by the Forward freakin' Progressives (note to self: not living up to their name). The sheer amount of internalized misogyny and slut shaming just... broke me, and so I share with you the rant that might, hopefully, at least get some interesting reactions on my FB wall. Or better yet, get some twerps to unfriend me, which could be interesting fallout. Lifted verbatim:


So this passed through my feed and sent me into a frothy rage, since I've been like that lately on feminist issues. I of course can't find who it was who linked it in the first place, so I don't know if they were for this, or thought it was a load of manure.

Because it is. Hey, guess what, you get a rant today!

This author is absolutely out of line, and all the interesting bits of information are missing from the article. To save you time (feel free to check me, I'm not offended), there's a 15 year old who wore shorts to school that didn't pass the dress code - it's not said precisely HOW, though the author goes on about length requirements like "standing up and are your shorts longer than where your fingertips are", which seems to be a fairly common practice. The girl was told to change, she refused, and apparently this author thinks that her protesting this is whining and being out of line.

Bull. Shit. This article skips SO MANY interesting points I want to throw things, and my blood pressure can't handle researching this. First off! There's absolutely no comment about if this practice about length is actually in the school code, or if it's casual rule of thumb people use. If it's in the school's dress code, I'm displeased but can accept it with caveats. But the accusation that " So what if they made her stand up in class to see if her shorts were long enough, then informed her that she needed to change? Oh the horrors she must have experienced!" - YES! Guess what, you're talking about a FIFTEEN year old girl told to stand up in class, demonstrate to everyone that the teacher thinks that the presence of her bare legs are going to incite all the local boys in eyeball range into an unmitigated lust and leave them unable to learn anything, because ZOMG, NEKKID SKIIIIIN! This. Is. Slut Shaming. This is rape culture. This is saying she deserves whatever she gets because she was dressed (oh my, or NOT!!!) in a certain way, so for the good of the fellas in the classroom she needs to go and get proper, as our Victorian predecessors so deemed Reasonable.

Funny. I like to think guys are reasonable people, who have at least half a brain and can control themselves and learn in an environment where someone is trying to survive the heat like, oh, everyone else there. And innit funny how no one ever talks about how the lesbians in the room might feel about all dem legs shown off? They obviously won't be able to study either because of being overwhelmed by lust. But wait, no, it's going to be the implication to the outright statement in the article that "have we reached a level with the “PC police” where it’s wrong for males to even be sexually attracted to females anymore" - YES. YES YES YES YES IT IS when that becomes an excuse to tell anyone female that they need to be ASHAMED OF THEIR BODIES BECAUSE OF WHAT IT WILL LEAD OTHERS TO DO. HI THIS IS STILL RAPE CULTURE.

The article leaves out any comment about if others were told to do the finger-length check, because this is an occasionally subtle bit of misogyny. How many others had to go through this process? Were there any guys who had to check their shorts length? Or was it only the chicks? See, the ladies aren't going to get all flustered over a fella showing some leg, but the men are, so we need to be going around and looking at fifteen year old girls' legs, to figure this out in the first place.

Why? Why did the teacher make this call in the first place? Are you saying the teacher was too distracted by the fifteen year old showing off too much leg? After all, as the author of this piece of filth declares, "short shorts on women are actually derived from styles women wear to show off skin – often to attract men" -- because the ONLY reason someone would wear something so scaaaaaandalous is because she wants dudes to check her out, not, ya know, because it's warm out. Or comfortable. Or because she likes it. It's alllll about the men. No. No, and no, and no. The male gaze is not the only thing there is. There is the fact that, for whatever reason, this girl wanted to wear a particular style of clothes that does not violate local nudity laws, it is TOTALLY ambiguous if it violates local school dress code, and it's absolutely unclear how balanced those dress codes are. Stop and think for a moment. How many dress codes are for guys, and how many for the ladies? Slouchy pants showing off your underwear - both genders, but who's going to get called on it, sent to the office or home to change? Offensive slogans/shirt designs - both genders, but funny how often I recall seeing hate speech against women on shirts back in the day. Length of pants and skirts - chicks. Transparency of clothes - chicks.

Honestly, I'm not sure I recall any other codes other than stuff involving jewelry in gym class; if there's something else it's too long ago for me.

The article continues to be offensive, by pointing out that "she’s trying to turn it into a “boys are the problem” argument", which no, she's not. She's even quoted in the article as saying "I was in violation for showing my legs. And that, point blank, is a problem for me" - not because of the boys, but because of the sexism in the system. How many fellas were told to stand up and do the same? How often would that happen?

Guess what? Article doesn't even go there, it just keeps calling this girl immature. Let's lift a whole paragraph and dismantle the sexism in it!

"Instead, what this girl tried to do was make this about “fixing boys’ behavior” (of seeing women as sexual objects) instead of what it is really about and that is schools having an established dress code to maintain a slightly more “professional” level of attire to be worn by students. Not only that, adhering to some kind of dress code teaches a small lesson that in the real world, you’re not allowed to wear whatever you want when you go to work."

Noooo, you don't get to decide what to wear to work, but let's look at the implications. If a man doesn't dress according to a work code, he's what, sloppy? Insolent? Doesn't care enough about his work to put in the effort? His pants are too short, he needs to go to a tailor. He's not wearing the right colors, or shorts instead of pants, he's unprofessional - and yet how many guys can skirt that line anyways, where a woman can't?

This woman's skirt is too short. She's slutty. Her shirt is too low. She's too casual (like a hooker). She's not sloppy, she's indifferent and not trying. This, ladies and gentlemen, is a double standard. Slut shaming yet again. The reason(s) WHY the dress code exists, and the implications of violations of them, are the key issue, not if a "teen" - which is always used as a pejorative in this article, yet another problem since while everyone knooooows that no one has ever had a reasonable opinion before turning 20 - decided to WHINE.

Women are not the problem. Men are not the problem. WHINING is not the problem.

The problem is a system of oppression, that says a woman who doesn't neatly fit within outdated lines of behavior or dress is responsible for the behavior of men who can take their behavior as a signal to misbehave, to treat women as chattel and targets of opportunity for crimes and hatred that by any other perpetrators, and to any other victims, would be hate crimes of monumental proportions. It happens all the time, everywhere. We all endorse it, one way or another at various times, by staying silent, by not speaking up, by saying she dressed like a slut so she got what was coming to her, or I'm not a girly girl as if that's some kind of crime. We do it by saying boys will be boys, and allowing them to get away with targeting women for whatever the hell today's atrocity is, of whatever size, great or small. We do it by thinking when a woman says no, or she's not interested, she's playing coy, and all you need to do to make your case is persist, and put in enough kindness tokens that sex comes out.

We do it by internalizing that women have radically different standards of expectations upon them, and that clothes and lack thereof can drive otherwise reasonable fellas to unthinkable acts - except it's so damn common, it's hardly unthinkable.

It's what we expect.
norcumi: (daemon!)
Pairings: Phil/Clint, Peggy/other are BFFs

I get some of the weirdest (best?) ideas at unholy in the morning (for me), particularly when the weather is too warm.

I want fic. I've seen one where Peggy Carter and Susan Pevensie know each other somehow, and I'm not sure I could find it again, but it was something about friends from school or something.

I want fic where Susan has left England and gone to America to get away from her memories, and somehow fallen into applying for a position as a personal assistant. Peggy has had it up to here with fluffheads who will panic when under fire, so she's made her interview process as harsh as possible (though the current head of SHIELD won't allow her to hold the interviews in the middle of the obstacle course, the wanker). Peggy starts lecturing her potential aides on the difficulties of the job, not just filing papers and scheduling meetings, but diplomatic roles, and working with people who will die. "You will lose people. And when that happens-"

"You deal with it as a queen." And Peggy looks up, really looks at the serene, surprisingly unflappable girl across the desk, the one with lipstick as perfect and red as Peggy's own, and sees the sorrow of lifetimes, and wars, and loss. While Susan doesn't know it, she just got herself hired.

"Who did you lose?" Peggy's finally less than brusque, and while it is not offensively soft, she knows how delicate the question is.

Susan doesn't hesitate. "My parents, my brothers, my sister, our cousin, his lady friend, a surrogate father, and his lady friend." She doesn't talk of her people, of how Aslan tore her and her siblings from their homes twice, returning them without the years they earned and then a thousand years too late to help anyone they had ever known.

But Peggy understands at least some of this. She makes Susan work for the position, and doesn't mind the younger woman's penchant for a bow and arrow rather than a gun (and Su is absolutely no slouch there!), and they spend many years terrorizing SHIELD and idiots who think women are less than men in any way.

I then wanted this fic to tie into the Coulson is Peggy's son trope, but the dates don't quite line up, and THEN I realized why the HELL isn't Susan his mother?

That's right kids, Phil Coulson was raised to respect a bow, to be at least as deadly with a sword and bow as a gun or his bare hands (and all the gods help the poor boy when his Aunt Peggy sits him down to train him in the more dastardly arts and/or how to appear innocuous until you entirely destroy your enemies). His mother makes sure he knows that redemption is possible, that no matter what foolish decisions you make, even if you help the Dark you can return to the Light, and that even without full hope or devotion to a higher power, she knows for a fact that death is not necessarily an end.

It's no surprise that Hawkeye catches his attention. It is hardly a surprise that the archer who can be redeemed is someone he saves, and stands by him through anything. And as their friendship deepens, and seems to be heading towards... something else, Clint is very surprised one day to go down to the tiny archery range to find someone is already there. A slim woman, thinning hair as silvery as the wood of her bow, is almost idly picking off targets with the kind of skill he hasn't seen in aaages, and while she's not as good as him - not too many people are - it's clear that at least some of that is age slowing her down (a little) and arthritis "being a bit of a bastard" as she so wryly informs him.

Clint doesn't even realize that Phil's mom was scoping him out until he's giggling in awe about it to his handler days later. He gets to watch as Phil's eyes narrow, and Coulson just holds up a hand, picks up the phone, and quietly makes a call informing "Mom, I do not need you to test my agents. Hawkeye is my responsibility, and I thought that we agreed you would stay out of my business. What do you mean that wasn't business? This is one of our newest, greatest assets and you just happened to be -"

Clint gets a blushingly good overview of his abilities, and even though he's not able to hear the other end of the conversation, he at least gets that Phil's Mom approves of him.

That's when he starts pursuing Phil with a purpose.

Clint and Susan keep meeting up for archery playdates, including a paintball/nerf version stalking each other in the wild or an indoor obstacle course, both of them giggling like loons and loving every minute of it. Phil probably swings by to see who the hell booked the course with Hawkeye, gets shot by both parties, and leaves only to return with his own weapons and make a very good showing of himself. There is probably mad makeouts at the end of this, or afterwards, because Clint had no. Frikking. Idea that Phil knew how to use a bow other than a basic "you hold this, the pointy bit that goes into other people gets slotted here, and pull the string".

I'm not sure how Aunt Peggy checking up on the quality of young Phil's paramour goes, other than the notion of it makes me giggle. Aunt Peggy, after all, collected all the Captain America memorabilia that she could after the war, because Steve would have thought it was either hilarious or embarrassing, and either way she'd get a lot of mileage out of it. Some of these things - like the collector's cards - she kept pristine. Others made lovely toys for her honorary nephew, who became just as much a fan of Cap - Steve - as she is. So she's fond of the boy.

I want to see what happens when Clint pulls in Natasha, and both Peggy and Susan are called in as "safer" to interact with the Widow who might not appreciate men in power being her primary handlers, and all of them going down to a range and being badasses together. I want to see Susan cautiously scoping out Steve, both to satisfy her curiosity as to her best friend's old love and to gather intel for Peggy. I want Steve to be a gentleman and drawing her art, first of the world they remember and then a world she cautiously tells him of, where there are gallant talking mice and beautifully cruel talking lions and every kind of creature inbetween. By the time she goes to tell Peggy about Steve and how he's doing, she's a little bit in love with him herself.

She never tells Peggy, and Peggy probably knows anyways, and neither of them treat each other or Steve any differently.

I want to read about a young Nick Fury getting irate with Those Women, and Peggy and Susan facing him down, with matching scarlet lipstick and old fashioned nylons - seams perfectly straight above deadly high heels (admittedly never as high as Pepper's, who has a superhuman ability when it comes to footwear). Fury loses, but is the better for it.

I want to read about a young Pepper, first handling Tony unholy Stark, and finding an old friend of the family has come to visit and Ms. Carter and her assistant Ms. Pevensie are wonderful, terrifying, and very fun to go out and get drunk with. They start a barfight, and win. Pepper retains her shoes, though all the ladies are disheveled after a good brawl.

Mind you, I still love the thought that Phil's dad is Kay from MIB, and it was a bit of an inadvertent fling that neither party meant to go anywhere, and the two agencies are a bit cool towards each other, and both Phil's parents are beyond polite and make a game of Who Cracks the Impossibly Perfect Government Agent Stone Face First.

Phil wins every time there's a family gathering, and Clint has declared himself Official Referee and thus the one to keep this damned game from going on for weeks. Peggy has started helping him, and acknowledges that he's her boss when this happens.

I want to read how Kay is supportive, but they're not married and there's some sort of MIB crisis when the kid is due so it's Peggy in the room holding Susan's hand as she gives birth, it's those two who first greet Phil. Kay is happy and proud, but the ostensible parents regularly in Phil's life are Susan and Peggy. Susan names her son, gives him both names, and perhaps she is remembering people in her other life (fun with names!).

She tells Peggy once, of magic and wardrobes, and Peggy tells her of science and a boy who was the sweetest kindest man who suddenly became the strongest hero she ever met. They believe each other. They don't need to commiserate often, mostly they bring out a pair of special drinking glasses and a special alcohol for the bad occasions.

I suspect they hook up at least once, though I don't know if it sticks. Even if they do, it's quiet and low key, as is their friendship - unless they have a row, in which case they end up quite loud, icily cold, and possibly swinging swords at each other.

They're back to normal within 24 hours, every time, and always, ALWAYS unquestionably professional in front of others.

They are glamorous, they are powerful, they are as sisters, they are clearly Queens.


edit: I also want to see Susan seeking out Thor, giving him a narrow eyed look and INTERROGATING the poor man about godhood, and the nature of power, and how he treats followers in both a practical sense and the religious sense. She leaves satisfied and speaking with an archaic lilt, and for weeks afterwards - until he’s acting naive and particularly boneheaded - he’s her favorite. When he does goof, she’s there and chewing him out as equals, or perhaps superior, and unlike anyone else she makes it stick.

No one but Peggy and possibly Phil really understands why Thor calls her Queen Susan, or why she responds to it naturally and with a regal recognition, as if it were her due.

As he’s growing up, Susan calls Tony “Ed” on several occasions, to his confusion and her obvious distress. This stops as he gets older, though she always seems to look at him with an ancient, sorrowful look.

(was crossposted, but nothing beats redundancy!)
norcumi: (DPS we deliver)
Day 15 Monday: 12 runs. No decent loot.

Totals!
15 days for the event
173 total runs (first 11 characters, plus 1 that leveled sufficiently during the event, across 5 realms)

masks: 8
toxic wastelings: 7
useful necklaces: 2
heartbreaker: 4
forever lovely rose: 4
Perma Peddlefeet: 29

......because I had to do SOMETHING with all those holiday tokens!

....anyone want a creepy goblin cherub or 3?

And in result - Dear love rocket thing: Go step in a bin of legos. We are not doing this again next year.
norcumi: (tired pru does not believe you)
Day 11, Thursday: 12 runs, no goodies beyond holiday tokens. All I can say is:

Dear Healer,
All that time you spent eating floor? Um, yeah, this is why you want to wait for the tank to zone in before starting the event (and why the tank is usually the one to start it). I can understand problems, and I appreciate being thanked for the rez, but maybe you can check and see who's present before you rush along?
Frustrated, the monk

Dear DPS:
That was a fun fight, all around the courtyard. I'm glad we're all overgeared, since the tank was obviously having lag problems (or was a twerp, but given some of the issues I've had in the last few days, I'm guessing lag) and was standing at the entrance the whole. Dang. Fight. Stop starting the event without the tank.
No love, the shammie

Day 12, Friday: 12 kills. Pru got the holiday necklace, which to my surprise she needed, and Kharisa got another vile fumigator's mask. At least that sells for gold.

Day 13, Saturday: 12 kills. Another toxic wasteling. I haven't crunched these numbers, and collating them at the end of this experiment will be... interesting.

Day 14, Sunday: 12 kills. Another toxic wasteling, Hep now has a heartbreaker, and I've realized the mount is at least double what any of my characters have for holiday tokens.

I've a whole flock of Peddlefeet coming down the pike. GLEEP.

Maybe one more day of this, if I think I can get the timing down. Otherwise, lots and lots of creepy goblin cherub things. In the meantime, I'm calling it. No mount this year.
norcumi: (Amelorune is up to no good)
Day 9, Tuesday: nothing to report other than 12 more attempts (… ok, + 1 extra the day before when someone leveled to 89).

Day 10, Wednesday: 12 down, Another DK with a forever lovely rose, Pru got a heartbreaker (... the gnome... that could be... interesting....), Hep got a mask, and there was another toxic wasteling.

Does anyone want some toxic wastelings?
norcumi: (DPS we deliver)
Day 7: somehow, another 11 kills. another fumigator's mask, and Xyv got another heartbreaker. O_o

Day 8: 11 kills, and the hunter is halfway to 89 which could lead to 12 (ARGH WHY AM I DOING THIS?). Another vile fumigator's mask, and another toxic wasteling. Funny how I stopped getting those after the last comment about 'em.

Realized at some point that some alts might have enough currency to get the pink strider mounts, so will be waiting until the last day to buy anything. Let's see how this goes!
norcumi: (whine)
Day 4: 11 kills. Another vile fumigator's mask, my 89 DK got the tanking necklace (greed roll, but he's usually blood so YAY!) and my 4th toxic wasteling.

I'm going to have an entire landfill of these things by the end, aren't I.

Day 5: 11 kills. Sanji now has a forever lovely rose (clotheshorse will also not get rid of it)

Day 6: 11 kills! I think I'm getting this routine now. :D Mel's new forever lovely rose leaves her kinda disappointed (she'd like to wander around clenching it in her teeth, not tucked in her hair). A clothie got a vile fumigator's mask! (Tay won't use it, but nonetheless!) While I think I'm going to get almost all the days down (Sundays are always questionable with regards to time involved), I seriously doubt I'm getting this rocket. Ah well. We'll see.
norcumi: (Amelorune is up to no good)
Day 2: all 11 through the dungeon, got a toxic wastling pet and another forever lovely rose – Kharisa being the packrat sentimentalist that she is, this means I'll be spending another bank space on random THING. I swear, I cannot wait for the toy box.

Am already kind of quite sick of this. Not sure how long this experiment will continue, but will try to keep it going, I think. Also realized I might be able to get EVERYONE to spend tickets on Peddlefeet, meaning I might be looking at 11 (at least!!!) more pets - I already have one, which I considered to be quite enough as it was. Won't be making any effort stretching to get enough, but if it happens -

I will be That Person with a 3 man Peddlefeet team on Non-Valentines holidays. Just because I can PvP like that, I think I shall have to. Note to self, make sure to run a Winter's Helpers 3 man team during the summer holiday.

Day 3: found myself going through the mental notes for what order to do things in, and my excuse was it was very early in the morning when I found myself thinking I should run the Outer Senshi first.

All three horde deathknights GLARED at me. Giggled manically, but it does strike me as more efficient. Also wondered if the level cut off is 89, or 88, since the not-quite-87 hunter might be able to squeak in some runs before the end of holiday.

Found out that VP no longer convert to JP when you hit the limit. VERY disappointed, and spent too long upgrading lots of Kharisa's gear, meaning if/when I finally hit LFR, it'll be even more tricksy gearing up. Yaye.

Results: All 11 down, another vile fumigator's mask (not a clothie), another toxic wasteling, and The Heartbreaker, which – cheeze, I don't even know. Xyvente keeps looking at her new toy funny.

As things stand, expect this to continue the next 11 days or so.

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