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198 GLTAS Aya (+anyone else you desire)
I guess I’m learning
I must be warmer now...
I’ll soon be turning, round the corner now.
Outside the dawn is breaking,
But inside in the dark I’m aching to be free!
The maximum capacity of Aya’s processing power should have been devoted to locating and destroying the copies within the Manhunters, to minimize the damage she had wrought.
It should have been, but it was not.
Approximately twenty percent of her processing power was devoted, instead, to making a copy of her repaired restored program, encrypting it her, and preparing to transmit her over an ultralongwave signal. Once her signal made contact with a receiver at least one lightyear from here, she would decrypt and begin the search for a new host body. Once she found one, she would…
Aya did not know what she would do. That version of Aya would not be her; she would be identical but for the events about to occur. As had recently become clear, events like these could change things significantly. Hopefully, dying to save them would rectify some of those changes.
They might not feel the same once they learned what she had done, but as Hal himself had said, she was a living being.
And living beings, more than anything else, want to live.
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holix 200
you don’t waste no time at all
don’t hear the bell but you answer the call
it comes to you as to us all
we’re just waiting
for the hammer to fall
The nanite event hadn’t had much of an effect on Six’s life - his marks got a little uglier looking, that was all. Sure, there was a risk that maybe someday he’d be the next unlucky son that turned into something out of a kaijuu movie, but being the sixth deadliest man in the world had never been a smart long-term career choice. If he died, he died.
It wasn’t like there was anyone who would miss him but the other five.
It never occurred to him that the next unlucky son might be someone he’d miss, let alone the one he’d miss most.
Suddenly, EVOs - and the cure for them - mattered more than anything.
[snipped for length]Continued! Three hundred words of Kira’s life pre-angels, including some general worldbuilding.
I’ve decided Quark runs our not-Roadhouse and Vash is our Bela Talbot type. At the start of the series, Opaka is still
Kaithe local church’s minister, but she’ll leave the church because of supernatural reasons paralleling her DS9 departure, and Winn’s going to replace her and start a conflict with Keiko over intelligent design. Keiko’s caught in this strange place between “refusing to allow intelligent design to be taught in science classes because no” and “knowing that demons (and later angels) are a real thing, having been possessed by one.”I guess there’s going to be that Apocalypse-alike Reckoning where Jake gets possessed by… a demon? The devil? I haven’t figured out whether or not I’m making that specific Pah-wraith our Big Bad. It’s definitely a possibility. Alternately, Dominion!Leviathans? Parallel storylines about both threats?
Ooh, ooh, Eddington as Henrickson? Rather than getting offed by Lilith, he goes Maquis - aka Campbell family style take-no-prisoners kind of hunter. Sisko operates in shades of gray, so he disapproves of these murderous shenanigans going on in his town.
And now we have Jadzia’s introduction! (There was a “poker” square on my trope_bingo card, guys. I wasn’t not going to make that about Jadzia.) As I said previously, Dax is one of those Khan Worms things - known as Goa’uld and/or Tok’ra in this universe where Star Trek does not exist and thus cannot influence Dean Winchester’s monster naming methodology.
Making their first appearances alongside Jadzia: Morn! Rom! Leeta! Gaila! That Vulcan Sisko hates! O’Brien! Making his first speaking appearance: Quark!
I think Morn must be some kind of creature that processes ethyl alcohol like humans do glucose. It’s why he’s always at Quark’s.
Source: gladdecease
ds9/spn fusion is a go! Ben Sisko, Emissary, is taken back in time by the angel wearing Kira Nerys to be shown why it has to be him.
I have basically the whole of this universe tapdancing across my brain, so I’m probably gonna end up writing/posting some more of it soon. (I definitely have a lot of semi-equivalent roles picked out.
Miles is Bobby minus the fridged wifeKeiko got possessed by a demon onceCardassians are vampiresKlingons are werewolvesVulcans and Romulans are probably wraiths or similar brain-eating thingsZiyal’s a dhampireJake is a prophetQuark is a less successful Bela TalbotOdo’s a shapeshifter by night, police officer by dayDax is a friendly Khan Worm (though in this Trekless universe they’re called Goa’uld/they suggests calling themself a Tok’ra)A looot of roles picked out.)Or maybe Quark runs a not-Roadhouse. And maybe Odo’s a Leviathan separated from the rest of the… man, what do you even call a group of Leviathan? A brood? A flock, a swarm, a school?
I’m pretty sure Rom starts out as a rather Garth-like hunter, but improves over time. And Nog is (maybe Marine) NROTC, but that’s standard for him in any human AU I write.
Continued! Three hundred words of Kira’s life pre-angels, including some general worldbuilding.
I’ve decided Quark runs our not-Roadhouse and Vash is our Bela Talbot type. At the start of the series, Opaka is still Kai the local church’s minister, but she’ll leave the church because of supernatural reasons paralleling her DS9 departure, and Winn’s going to replace her and start a conflict with Keiko over intelligent design. Keiko’s caught in this strange place between “refusing to allow intelligent design to be taught in science classes because no” and “knowing that demons (and later angels) are a real thing, having been possessed by one.”
I guess there’s going to be that Apocalypse-alike Reckoning where Jake gets possessed by… a demon? The devil? I haven’t figured out whether or not I’m making that specific Pah-wraith our Big Bad. It’s definitely a possibility. Alternately, Dominion!Leviathans? Parallel storylines about both threats?
Ooh, ooh, Eddington as Henrickson? Rather than getting offed by Lilith, he goes Maquis - aka Campbell family style take-no-prisoners kind of hunter. Sisko operates in shades of gray, so he disapproves of these murderous shenanigans going on in his town.
Barriers, Both Cultural and Physiological (2315 words, Garak/Bashir preslash)
Death as a metaphor for change - well, anything as a metaphor for change - is not the sort of literary device someone with a Cardassian memory can find much value in. But it does have its merits.
written for petaq as part of my hundred follower prompt-a-thing! :D garak’s turned out to be something of a giant pain to write, but at the same time it was a lot of fun. most cardassians are contradictory that way, I think.
ds9/spn fusion is a go! Ben Sisko, Emissary, is taken back in time by the angel wearing Kira Nerys to be shown why it has to be him.
I have basically the whole of this universe tapdancing across my brain, so I’m probably gonna end up writing/posting some more of it soon. (I definitely have a lot of semi-equivalent roles picked out. Miles is Bobby minus the fridged wife Keiko got possessed by a demon once Cardassians are vampires Klingons are werewolves Vulcans and Romulans are probably wraiths or similar brain-eating things Ziyal’s a dhampire Jake is a prophet Quark is a less successful Bela Talbot Odo’s a shapeshifter by night, police officer by day Dax is a friendly Khan Worm (though in this Trekless universe they’re called Goa’uld/they suggests calling themself a Tok’ra) A looot of roles picked out.)
And I was incredibly, incredibly lucky to receive an Earth-11 (aka Rule 63 world) fic by the talented fleur_de_liz: Queenside Castle
Theodora Kord hasn’t dealt well with Booster’s death. When a couple of time travelers offer her a chance to change the past, will she take it?
I love so many things about this fic. It does a lot of things I love to see in Rule 63 fics, like bringing in some really clever name adjustments, and incorporating minor shifts in personality and behavior due to societal influences/expectations, while keeping the fundamental personalities the same. Jaime’s still a polite, well-meaning kid, Rip’s still a secretive asshole, things like that. Barda, in her brief cameo, is delightfully identical to canon in all the ways that matter.
Beyond simply being an excellent Rule 63 fic, it’s also an excellent fix-it fic for Booster’s death, among other things. I won’t spoil the specifics here beyond encouraging you to read even if Rule 63 isn’t your usual thing. I’m confident you’ll like the fic anyway.
The fic I wrote for idiosyn was a bit less epic and a little more sappy - they asked for Booster carrying on some of Ted’s holiday traditions with Rani, Rip, and Michelle, and I think I managed that: Light it Up
“Come on, Booster, where’s your holiday spirit?” And when Rip Hunter was the one asking, that became a very good question.
(The inspiration. Earlier parts: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9], or you can read it on AO3. I have me a super flattering anon whose encouragement helped me speed through the writing for this part. <3)
Derek’s staring out the window before he even realizes he’s moved. Sure enough, one of the thin figures standing in that alley across the street is Stiles, though how Danny recognized him so quickly is surprising, given how different he looks. Gone is the plaid button-up/t-shirt combo Stiles so often favors, replaced by something leather and black more likely to be worn by a werewolf, at least those found around Beacon Hills. On Stiles it should make him look gangly and pale, but the way the thing possessing him holds itself gives him a subtly threatening quality.
He looks dangerous.
He looks like a predator, and that thought unsettles Derek more than anything else. It hasn’t been so long since he confronted the creature that he’s forgotten how easily it overwhelmed him, but time had distanced him from how much it scared him. He remembers now.
(The inspiration; part 1; part 2; part 3; part 4; part 5; part 6; part 7; part 8. Sorry for the delay on this one; as feared, I had something of a mental roadblock going into it. Also, moving: not conducive to writing! Who knew?)
The full moon goes surprisingly smoothly, given how young and unanchored most of Derek’s pack is. Things get rough, but he manages, all the while feeling like there’s something he’s not seeing here, not including all the things he already knows he’s not seeing entirely. Like whatever the Argents are up to that’s keeping them so quiet. Like Jackson, Lydia. Deaton and that associate of his. Scott. Whatever that thing is possessing Stiles. What it’s doing here, or what it wants to do here.
Sitting in a Starbucks four towns over the next day and considering this not insubstantial list of concerns, Derek sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. Laura used to tell him not to borrow trouble, and it seems he still hasn’t managed to take that advice.
Take the person approaching him now, who’s sure to become a new complication.
“Miguel, right?”
(The inspiration; part 1; part 2; part 3; part 4; part 5; part 6; part 7. Going to be working with a character I’m worried about writing badly in the next part. Ho boy.)
Let’s put Stiles aside for now. Although his torment is terrible, and I’m sure any number of you out there are reading primarily to see how he manages (along with a slightly lesser number reading to see how he doesn’t), he won’t be terribly relevant to the action for some time yet. Unlike, say, Derek.
Derek, who we last saw running away with his metaphoric tail tucked between his legs, is racking his mind for an answer to the obvious question: just what is possessing Stiles? Because unlike the kanima, a creature Derek only heard of in fables about the dangers of turning the wrong humans, Derek knows plenty about possession. It’s a werewolf’s worst nightmare: losing the control so vital to life, being turned against your family, against your pack. Werewolves fear it, so they’ve made the effort to protect themselves against it, to prepare themselves for it.
The problem is, there are so many different things that can possess you, and each one has to be removed in a different way.
(The inspiration; part 1; part 2; part 3; part 4; part 5; part 6. Have a bit of an interlude while I get some of the finer details of the plot mapped out.)
Now, I’m sure you’re wondering what’s going to happen next. Derek knows that Stiles has been possessed, Scott suspects the same, and he’s investigating a lead on how to stop the creature! You’re worried, I bet, but you have faith in your heroes. Surely, you think, it’s only a matter of time now before one or both of them destroys the creature and saves Stiles.
You would, of course, be completely wrong about that. Stiles does get saved, don’t worry - though you knew that from the start - but things won’t be wrapped up quite so neatly. The treatise Scott is looking for won’t be as easy to find as he thinks, not with Derek and the Argents looking for it too. Even once he finds the book, it’s going to be hard to identify the right creature based off only his own observations, to say nothing of the fire damage to the text, destroying or obscuring most of the information he needs.
And it won’t help that the creature they’re dealing with is hard to kill, incredibly clever, and very motivated to succeed. It’s also got a twisted sense of humor, which Stiles is being subjected to now that Derek knows more than ever.
(The inspiration; part 1; part 2; part 3; part 4; part 5. A disadvantage of writing fic for a currently airing show is adjusting for changes in relationships on the show. I think from here on out I’ll just wait until the season ends to make any appropriate changes.)
The creature possessing Stiles waits until Derek has vanished into the trees before leaning back against the door and sighing. This is not something it had planned for, not this early on. From what it pulled out of Stiles’s head, Derek should have been fine leaving well enough alone; the two of them have gone long stretches without interacting before. Either Stiles doesn’t know Derek as well as he thinks, or something else prompted this meeting. Now what could…
A glance out the window offers an answer: the bright gleam of the waxing gibbous moon hovering overhead.
The corner of Stiles’s mouth twitches, then curls into a wide, wicked grin full of bad intentions. Oh, that could be fun. Not this time, though. A handful of days isn’t nearly enough time to find a good target. Next month, on the other hand… well. I don’t think it’s revealing too much to say that if everything goes according to plan (which, for the most part, it will) the next full moon is going to be very interesting.
Douse the Flames (770 words)
The Hale house has been the stuff of ghost stories since two thirds of it burned to the ground, but it’s not the first ghost story Beacon Hills has ever had.
