The random nerdy interests of a random nerdy person
An experiment to use up one of the last prompts on Beige. A T-1 line allows multiple calls to made over a single line. So I was thinking of animation and that sort of thing. I don’t know how well it worked, but I like the poses.
Traced over three photographs of myself. Technically fits into Up at Silvercat’s because the non-UAS version has furry wings.
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My first AU (alternate universe)!
Felino is now Felipe, aka Crimson Puma. He’s Latino and a trans man, previously a butch lesbian. He can’t grow facial hair and he’s annoyed by it. He’s always ready to fight. He took a while to figure out his new name, so different groups of friends know him as different things. When people need something, he always knows a guy. He like punk music and fashion.
Mya is now Miyako, aka Saffron Lioness. She’s still cute and sweet, and likes to cook especially pastries, but now she’s Japanese-American. She’s very femme, and no, she doesn’t know martial arts.
Silvercat is now Sky, aka Indigo Tiger. Their gender is somewhere between “gender? I don’t know her” and “BUTCH.” They’re always tired. They’re white. They’re introverted and would really just like to be left alone to read and write. Her style is best described as comfortable. They do know martial arts.
The three of them were friends in high school. Now that they’re in their 20s, they’ve started a coffee, tea, and ice cream shop together, until one day a chocolate-brown, and rather chunky, talking cat strolled into their lives and told them they were destined Magical Warriors, and gave them each a transformation talisman.
Crimson Puma’s is a friendship bracelet. As Crimson Puma, he has the most raw power, and can fit in anywhere. (because mountain lion’s have the largest range of almost any animal)
Saffron Lioness’ is a barrette. Her power is the power of teamwork, cooperation, and charm. And also the magical pride of lions she can call up.
Indigo Tiger’s is a pen. They are a master of camouflage, stealth, and disguise. And also can claw through almost anything.
They all grow a couple of inches when they transform, which makes Sky and Felipe very happy. The hoods on their uniforms can hide their faces. And they can transform into their cat, a housecat sized version, or a magical energy version.
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Rating: PG for animal death, hunting, and blood, theoretical child endangerment
Fun fact! The name thing with the pumabirds is called a noa-name. Also keep in mind that an adult Nyji is only 4 to 4.5 feet tall. The Nyji nation Felino is part of separates things by hunter (/ gatherer / warrior) and homemaker (/ farmer / crafter) instead of male and female.
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I posted these on Rainbowfic, so now I’m posting them here.
(I haven’t completely decided how I’m handling the Tynthna honorifics that apply to Mya/Maa) (Maa is how it’s spelled, Mya is how it’s pronounced)
(I’m also not decided on how high off the ground the Pub is)
When I came in Felino was squatting on the floor, one knife held ready to throw, and Mya-chama was perched on a table, her skirt bunched up around her knees, tail swishing. They were both glancing intently around the room.
“What in Taill’s name are you doing?”
“Hunting,” Felino said flatly.
“There’s a mouse.”
“How the heck is there a mouse?! We’re four stories up a tree!” I protested.
“Dunno,” Felino said. “Mice are like that.”
“There!” Mya-chama leapt off the table, claws out, and pounced like a pastel meteor. “Got it!” The little grey pest flailed as much as it could with Mya-chama holding its tail.
“Great,” I said wearily. “Now get rid of it. We open in half an hour.”
“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”
“Absolutely!”
“Um… I don’t think it’s supposed to be glowing like that…”
“It’s fine. I’ve set up displays before.”
“Uh… this isn’t a screen.”
“It’s fine! It’s basically the same…….. ooops.”
“Uh huh. Let me go find a flashlight. And the manual.”
The tree was hollow but it had to be stablilized and lined so it’d wouldn’t drop sap or splinters; that was the first unexpected expense.
Silvercat hadn’t actually planned much and certainly hadn’t budgeted.
What with there being no roads it shouldn’t have been a surprise when the first truck full of building materials got stuck by the river but somehow it was.
The arboreal wildlife loved the cables the contractors strung from the branches for the purpose of bringing up materials and supporting scaffolding.
It certainly wasn’t the first time the company had put in a resin floor and bar top, but it was the first time they’d done it 100 feet up a tree.
Pretty much nobody thought the bar was a good idea – for oh so many reasons – but they all admitted it had style.
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(took me awhile to get around to scanning this)
Cold weather means layers. The layers she’s wearing are:
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I really need to model up his sword and a full version of his costume.
Rainbowlist prompts: Fade to Grey 10. Malison; Kohl 7. lipliner; styles: illustration, novelty beads (see image below), folk art (it’s in Daz3d); supplies: seed beads, beading wire ( https://www.vogue.com/photovogue/photos/best/gallery#5118846 ), parchment (what do you mean I haven’t done anything for Shard-verse since 2023?)
Bingo board prompts: Untranslateable Words January 2019, L’appel du vide (French): Literally translated to “the call of the void”; contextually used to describe the instinctive urge to jump from high places. Body Parts July 2022: body hair
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This one is a bit gruesome and very whumpy. And it doesn’t have a real ending, but it works. I’m hoping I caught all the typos
Words: 1293
Rating: PG-13
Trigger warnings: torture of a fantasy being, extreme sun exposure, injury, eye damage, skin damage
It was barely dawn and I had just finished shaving when the screaming started. I quickly wiped my razor dry, dropped it in my pack, and hurried to the street. No one else was paying any attention to it as I followed the sound. It stuttered to an end.
I turned to a merchant setting up her stall. “What was that?”
She shrugged. “What? The vampire?”
“Vampire?”
She waved vaguely toward the center of town. “In the convicts square. It’s been there a couple of days now.”
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Word count: 2151. Rating: all-ages
Summary: before Daisy Hart became Wild Heart, she was just a strawberry blonde in high school. And the Ginger Royals recruit from all red-heads…
Content notes: mild-ish verbal abuse from a parent, fatphobia, alcohol, implied underage drinking, realistic depiction of drowning (everybody’s okay), possible implied violence
Note: the gang’s name alternates freely between Ginger Queens, Ginger Kings, and Ginger Royals
Daisy wiped the water out of her eyes and pushed herself out of the pool.
“Hey Daisy, can we talk after we change?”
She glanced up – it was Lily Mills, who was the fastest swimmer in the class, had red hair that glowed like fire unlike Daisy’s pale strawberry blonde, and was a senior.
“S-sure!” Daisy was a sophomore and she’d taken swim and water safety instead of basic PE because she had thought she was already a good swimmer. Turns out she was only okay – too buoyant after a puberty boost that had turned her from round to curvy, undisciplined, and out of condition. And then she had almost no friends – her best friend ever had moved away last year after middle school, her second best friend had found cooler people to hang out with, and her other friends had so many others that Daisy was lost in the crowd. Which lately was kind of okay, because once she hit puberty her dad had changed from ignoring her to yelling at her. She looked too much like her mom, he said. Why didn’t he take care of herself? She was fat and stupid. And it was harder than ever to act like everything was okay, and school was harder, and she was just hanging on. So it would’ve been nice to have one class that she could ace.
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CW: mentions of violence, gangs, and religious violence. I did a write-up of Nursgil earlier if you’re curious. Like any religion it can be followed by good and bad people.
Margarida Abreiza Samema Donville said the same prayer every morning. The prayer her aunts had taught her, that their mothers had taught them, probably all the way back to the when Nursgil was brought to the old country.
As she washed, she prayed to the gods: Dunu, protect me from harm. Aldu, guide me with your wisdom. Taus, lead me to where I should be and home again. Lords of creations, send your guides to me and keep me from weakness. And as she dressed, she prayed to the guides: Angels, lead me to reflection and not to self-flagellation. Devils, lead me to passion and not to disgrace. Spirits, lead me to knowledge and not to isolation. And to her saints, as she brushed her hair (and this is where she suspected her aunts would disapprove): Cheinte Samema, as you fed the people, let me too be fed. Cheinta Abreiza, as you led the children, let me too lead my people. Cheinta Margarida, as you guarded your town, let me too guard my streets. Cheinta Samtoma, as you destroyed the unbelievers, let me too destroy my enemies. And she pinned up her hair and set out her cosmetics as carefully as she burnt incense and lit candles at the temple. Dunu, send your angels with health. Aldu, send your devils with passion. Taus, send your spirits with enlightenment. With a steady hand and a firm heart, she lined her eyes with wings as sharp as thorns and painted her lips dark as blood. Amen.
She nodded to the mirror. Time once again for Rita Donville, Odd-eye, Bad Penny, Bloody Rita, to lead the Donny Boy’s gang to the destruction of all other gangs and total control of Shard City.
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Set at an undetermined time before Doll Eyes.
Word count: 404. Rating: PG. CN: mild injury (no blood or gore)
The screwdriver slipped from my fingers. This wasn’t working.
“Rowan!” I yelled toward my sister’s flat.
A shouted reply from the other flat. “Oy! Some of us are trying to sleep!”
I ground my teeth. The new tenant. A physician. Moved in two days ago. Kept mostly diurnal hours. I wasn’t sure why Ms. Harris thought he would work out. Bother. What time was it?
I glanced at the clock set to this time zone. Nearly eleven. The doctor would have gotten in an hour and a half ago, most likely and Rowan wouldn’t return to her flat until one. I’d just have to make do until then.
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Ten till one. The smell of curry from the hallway – Rowan’s usual takeaway. I opened my door slightly. “Would you come in?” Her mouth twisted. “Please?”
She huffed slightly. She hated eating anywhere but home, but I wouldn’t ask unless it was important. She pushed the door open with her foot, her expression growing darker as she gazed around my flat. I found cleaning a distraction and rarely bothered.
“What is it?” she said irritably. She caught sight of my left arm and her tone changed. “Oh.”
I’d already laid out the tools on the kitchen table and she gingerly set her bag on the cleaned counters as I sat down. I’d scrubbed the kitchen, as well as I could considering. It’d given me something to do while I waited, as boring as the process was.
“What happened?” she asked as she leaned in to inspect. My arm hung limply, the shoulder slumped.
“I must have jarred it harder than I thought during the fight last night. The rotor’s frozen.”
She frowned, peering over her glasses. “The socket is corroded.”
“I’ll have it looked at.” She glanced up, eyebrows raised. Admittedly, I had the habit of forgetting things, but I’d filed this one as important. “Tomorrow. I’ve no desire to have it fail again.”
It took her only a minute to adjust. The time wasted waiting for her was irritating, but there just wasn’t a way for me to get to the back of my own frozen shoulder.
“I’m reconnecting the terminals now.” She closed the access panel and the skin melded, once again seamless. I bit my lip hard as sensation rushed back down my arm. It was nearly overwhelming but I allowed myself only a hissed breath as Rowan washed her hands.
I rose, flexing my hand to chase away the last of the pins and needles. “Thank you. Enjoy your dinner.”
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Words 1114. Rating: G. CN: hints of potential violence (which should be a given with Wild Streak honestly)
If Wild Streak is going to Daisy’s graduation, he needs to be disguised
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Rated PG. 447 words. CW: claustrophobia, terror, injury (mild), mental illness, unspecified vermin, confinement / restraint. This is a clean repost of something I posted several years before.
It was nothing; an irrational phobia
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