aethersea asked: Could you do Brenneth for your ask meme maybe? I want to get to know her better.

My brain refuses to tick over appropriately in order to ACTUALLY work on Alleirat, so here are some short li’l headcanons in the hope that it will kick something into gear.  They’re not super detailed because it’s 1 AM and I’m trying not to think about the MCAT too much.

Oh, also, while I’m at this, I’m listening to Hopeless by Halsey and it’s just.  The Most Brenneth and Crispin.  “Cause you know the good die young, but so did this, so it must be better than I think it is.”

A: what I think realistically

Brenneth likes to sing.  She picked it up while she was being trained as a blacksmith, because she doesn’t really care for quiet, and it just sort of became a thing.  Crispin has real actual-facts voice training, so he used to bring her songs that he’d learned and they would sing them together while he lurked in the corner of her forge.  It continues to be a thing to this day.  Her voice isn’t anything special—low end of alto range, fairly limited range—but she can project and she has the feel for folk songs, you know what I’m saying.  It used to be kind of Known that you could bring the singing smith a new song she’d never heard, and she would charge you a little less than usual for your job.

B: what I think is fucking hilarious

On Earth, once they’re—you know, once they’re speaking again, Brenneth calls Crispin Darth when she wants to get on his nerves.  Most of their teachers and (later) their coworkers think it’s an inside joke. It kind of is.  But an inside joke with a body count.

C: what is heart-crushing and awful but fun to inflict on friends

Torei, Brenneth’s right hand woman that first time around and her devoted amdri, wears Brenneth’s name like a brand on her soul and says that love should make you feel invincible.  

Brenneth, who multiple times a week wakes up choking from a nightmare about the last time she told someone that she loved them—you’re my best friend, Cris, of course I love you, and then he says you understand, right and she doesn’t, and that’s usually where the choking starts, a scream that doesn’t make it past her throat—doesn’t agree.  All love has ever done for her is open gaping holes in her armor, over vital organs.  

Fourteen years and four centuries later, standing between that same person—of course I love you and then the choking—and a death sentence, Brenneth still doesn’t agree.  This isn’t invincible.  This is utterly, unfathomably, unspeakably breakable.

D:  what would never work with canon but the canon is shit so I believe it anyway

Listen the book will never progress this far because I Do Not Like Writing Children and also this is highly unlikely because Crispin and also because Plot Reasons, but I like to think there’s a happy future for these poor kids where Brenneth owns a forge again and spends her time quietly making weapons and trinkets and whatever else she likes, and Crispin is basically her house husband. Given the opportunity, he would 100% like nothing more than to bring Brenneth meals and play with the kids who loiter in her forge and walk to the market while he tries to figure out how to keep the plants Krei gave them alive.  Brenneth spars for fun, rather than because she needs to keep her skills up, and Crispin grows his hair out long again because he can stand to look at himself in the mirror.  They sit on their roof at ungodly hours of the night—they have a deal with the local Lai Dase population, to the tune of try us, we dare you, so no one hassles them—and drink wine straight from the bottle and look at the stars and sing off-key and fall asleep in uncomfortable positions, with Crispin’s head in Brenneth’s lap.

Basically what I’m saying is that, despite whatever else they might be into, both Crispin and Brenneth have gotten to the point in their lives where their absolute top kink is domesticity.  Like, once you’ve literally tried to murder each other, falling asleep on the couch together becomes Some Weird Shit.  And as much as I’m enjoying putting them through hell sometimes I like to pretend that they will literally ever get to indulge in it.

aethersea asked: hey so what's the animorphs college au?

Right, so, I actually wrote the first chapter and put it on AO3 (PSA: the first chapter is basically just smut?  like, there will be more other stuff but the story is basically structured around a fuckbuddies-to-dating plotline, so: smut), but here is some of the behind-the-scenes of the Animorphs college AU.

So, I started reading @lathori the Animorphs books because we’re domestic like that and after two books she stared at me and went “There’d better be happy AU fic or I’m gonna kill you.”  And…um, there’s actually not a lot of happy AU fic for these books because we’re all fucking sadists, s/o to my fellow fucking sadists.  So in order to preserve my best friend’s sanity as well as my own life (um…she knows where I sleep, y’all), I agreed on a few happy AU’s to write for her.  The D&D AU and the College AU were the first two, and she wants me to write the Morph Dancer AU as well.

But the actual premise of the college AU is based around the idea that Rachel and her cousin Jake and her recently acquired best friend Cassie and his recently acquired best friend Marco all get assigned to a house living arrangement with two complete strangers.  (If this sounds absurd, let me assure you that this happened in my school, except only two of the people knew each other.)  The night before they move into their new housing assignment, the lot of them go to a party, where Rachel hooks up with the cute quiet guy from her Shakespeare class the previous semester.

Imagine her alarm when he shows up at the house the next morning with his Very Weird friend (Ax makes a weird human in any universe okay) with his one (1) bag of possessions plus a box of books.

The ensuing plot mostly revolves around Rachel and Tobias pretending not to have feelings about sleeping together while they try to leverage Jake and Cassie into so much as holding hands instead of nervously tiptoeing around each other the whole time.  Also, it includes Jake laying down some House Rules, such as #2: All house residents must be wearing AT LEAST pants and/or a shirt at all times in all public areas, as well as all pertinent underwear.  And also #5: No drinking on school nights in the house.  And also #8: Thou shalt not risk getting arrested for illegal purchase of alcohol when Ax’s adult brother is LITERALLY an hour away and willing to buy the stuff legally.

All I really have worked out for this is some general backstory and people’s majors, I haven’t even gotten through the second chapter, despite my best efforts.

Rachel and Jake intentionally went to the same college Anywhere But Home because Tom just got out of a cult and it was making life a little stressful with their parents hovering anxiously at all times.  Rachel switched from gymnastics to krav maga, jiu jitsu, and kickboxing when she was thirteen and is majoring in kinesiology so that she can open her own self-defense studio.  Jake is a history major and Rachel considers it her sacred duty to make sure he has a life outside of the library and the gym, which is how he meets Cassie, Rachel’s new best friend, and almost swallows his tongue.  Cassie is on the pre-med track so that she can become a vet, and fills all of her additional credit openings with ecology classes because she’s like that.  Marco is kind of idly majoring in comp sci because it’s what his dad does and he doesn’t have a really heavy interest in anything else, but at the end of his sophomore year he declares a poli sci major out of the fucking blue and crams his schedule to finish on time.  Tobias is an English major who wants to be a teacher, and also he has a minor in studio drawing and a fascination with birds.  And of course there’s Ax who, for some perverse reason, really genuinely loves physics and comp sci and manages to major in both at once through sheer enthusiasm.  And Elfangor is alive and kind of thrilled that his baby brother has Real Friends, and he comes over and hangs out at the house sometimes and is much beloved by all of them, not least because he provides them with advance copies of video games sometimes and also bought the house PlayStation.

aethersea asked: For the ask meme - how about Sophie Devereaux?

Sophieeeeee yes.  Headcanon meme.

A: what I think realistically

Sophie is highly suspicious of Maggie a while.  Not because of Nate, just because.  Because Maggie is Maggie.  Because Maggie is good and honorable and honest and Sophie is…Sophie is not those things.  Sophie is a criminal and her thefts might not have hurt anyone, but sometimes she thinks about little children with stolen artifacts, about the look on her team’s faces when they realized she’d played them, and wonders what the fallout pattern of her life looks like.  Maggie surely doesn’t have to think about that (Sophie is wrong about this) and Sophie cannot understand why someone like that would willingly put herself in the middle of all this.

Sophie gets past this, of course.  Maggie, she comes to realize, is just.  Maggie. She is good and honorable and honest, and just as furious and steely and brilliant and cold-eyed as her ex-husband.

So obviously Sophie sleeps with her.  It’s a good fling, all intimacy and affection with absolutely no romance, and Sophie is lying in bed when Maggie bends down to kiss her forehead and say, “I hope things work out with you and Nate.  You’re too good for him.”

“Of course I am,” Sophie sniffs.  “We both are.”

B: what I think is fucking hilarious

To be COMPLETELY clear, Nate gets Sophie’s wedding ring engraved with ‘Your Name Here’ even though he knows!  He fucking knows!  He knows her real name!  He knows all her titles and ranks and everything (you’ll never tell me that Sophie isn’t actually a British noblewoman okay) and yet! Fucking!  Your Name Here!

They have to pause the service so that Sophie can stop laughing.

C: what is heart-crushing and awful but fun to inflict on friends

Sophie really wants to be in love, but she’s…she’s afraid of the part between being strangers and being in love.  It’s so vulnerable, putting little bits of yourself out there one at a time and waiting to see if the other person is going to slap you down.  She wonders, every time she sits down with a new person, what they would think of the real her, and she opens her mouth to say “my name is Sophie Devereaux” and instead some other name pops out.  And in the end, inevitably, she slips up, gets too comfortable and shows a bit of the wrong self and…

Well, there she is again.  Wanting to be in love and sitting down to introduce herself and giving the wrong name.

D:  what would never work with canon but the canon is shit so I believe it anyway

Um…I honestly have no idea, so instead here’s an AU I want.

I want a mutant AU where Sophie is a metamorph a la Mystique, and her ‘Sophie’ face isn’t actually…her real face.  Like, she thinks of it as her real face.  It’s the face she always wears when they’re not doing a con.  Even when they are doing a con she doesn’t like to depart too far from it.  But when she was a kid she had a different face, and she shifted whenever she could, into whoever she wanted, and then one day she was standing in front of a mirror and shifting back and she…couldn’t quite remember what color her eyes were. Hazel, or mahogany?  Black lashes or brown?  Did her skin have pink or yellow undertones?

Sophie Devereaux wears a face assembled out of her favorite features.  She takes a picture of that face, the moment she fixes it the way she likes it, and keeps the picture beside her mirror so that she can always get it right.

aethersea asked: SINCE YOU HAPPENED TO MENTION ALLEIRAT I was wondering what the government system looks like? You've mentioned lords, who seem to have a pretty solid grip on their domains, so I'm guessing something vaguely feudal? Is there a monarchy? A parliament? An oligarchical council of the major nobility? A mix? How does the reigning body feel about Brenneth's return? How do they react to her grabbing Crispin and running for the hills shortly after arriving?

AHHHH ALL VERY GOOD AND HELPFUL QUESTIONS TBH.

Me, upon receiving this ask: Wait Jesus Christ did I ever figure out how power is passed on.

Turns out the answer was “I half-assed the fuck out of it” so anyway now I have a real answer.

Right, so, it’s important to know why Alleirat politics works the way it does, so buckle up for a real fast history lesson.  Alleirat, way back in their ancient history, operated as a bunch of city-states run by variably decent lordlings who were perpetually at war with each other–think of Germany during the waning Holy Roman Empire (circa ~1630), not Renaissance Italy.  Each city state was centered around the largest local city, and the immediate countryside was allied closely with the city in question.  So, once Alleirat exhausted their armies (literally, like, okay, when you’re throwing armies of magic users around like snowballs there’s a huge death toll, they literally started to run out of armies), they drew up unification treaties as a way to solve the Gordian knot of blood feuds and bitterness they’d landed themselves in.  This is their version of BC/AD, by the way, things are measured before/after unification, which was some four thousand years before Brenneth and Crispin came for the first time (this number may be subject to change later if I feel like it).  In order to protect the newly unified country (named after the continent so as not to give preference), they mostly did away with the hereditary title thing, but they ran into an issue: smaller villages and farms had depended on the protection and help of the bigger cities, which relied on the villages and farms for food and raw materials.  Not to mention that the old alliances between city and country ran bone-deep–colorism had a pretty short life in Alleirat, but they’re still working on the very real prejudices against people from other cities–so they couldn’t be gotten rid of entirely.

The balance they struck was the protectorate system, which largely preserved the pre-unification lines of alliance by formally denoting protectorate lands of each sizable city, but also protected the citizenry by laying down clear responsibilities that each has to the other.  For example, the great eastern city Dase has a sizable protectorate that pays taxes to the Dase coffers and generates a majority of the farmed food (Dase being…like 90% rock), while Dase provides the farms with protection from both natural and human threats with her city guards as well as manufacturing that the smaller villages wouldn’t be able to do.  Dase, like all other cities holding their own protectorates, is run by a gothed, which literally means ‘city servant’, an office subject to reelection by popular vote every eight years and falling somewhere between a prince and a governor as far as power goes.  The gothed appoints a given number of advisors (there are ten in Dase, five from the city and five from the protectorate) who represent the interests of their district–if the district feels ill-represented, they can petition the gothed to remove the advisor in question from office and appoint a new one.  The gothed is also responsible for selecting a representative to the Unified Council, which is sort of like a senate and which makes the small handful of decisions pertinent to the country at large.  The list of things the Unified Council is responsible for is significantly shorter than, say, our Congress because the protectorates have much more hands-on management from their gothedan.

Incidentally, if the gothed dies while in office things can get real interesting.  In theory, a new gothed can be promoted out of the ranks of the advisors, but if proof of corruption is revealed in the chaos, all of the advisors are required to be removed from office.  The guards in each city (more like a small occupying army, called the lathan) take loyalty oaths to the city and citizens, not to the political figures of power, which means that technically they have the power to arrest any sitting politician as long as they have evidence.  Furthermore, there are several functioning criminal bodies in any given Alleirai city, most pertinently the White Touch, a dubiously legal organization of flesh workers whose work covers everything from facial reconstruction (illegal) to assassination for hire (SUPER illegal).  The Touch has been known to work in tandem with lathan before, in order to take down politicians.  It’s a risky business, being a corrupt politician in Alleirat, far more so than on Earth.

There are some capital P Problems with this system, among them that it takes approximately forever to get things done and also it’s not very adaptable to a crisis–the logical issues you run into when a goodly percentage of your population might be looking at a several century lifespan.  Also, money talks, as in our world, also a problem.  That being said, the only real requirement to be gothed or to be appointed as such is literacy, and Alleirat has decent literacy rates, so there are and have been plenty of gothedan who were craftspeople, soldiers, farmers, or even minor criminals (the definition of ‘criminal’ is flexible and also Alleirat doesn’t believe in incarceration pretty much at all) before their election to office.

And as for the response to Brenneth ‘Worst Plan Ever’ Fireheart and her highly terrible plan, well.

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aethersea asked: you know what also pissed me off about supernatural, though? the inability to commit to their own worldbuilding. even while clinging to a static paradigm, where The Masquerade is in full effect, they couldn't be consistent about what sort of underground magic communities do and don't exist. I know this can be blamed on multiple writers and all, but it drives me up the wall. f.ex. witches are All Evil and tend to work alone, until that episode with the familiars when you find a bunch of nice(r)

witches who go to witch bars and hardly ever poison each other’s drinks, oh and also familiars are a thing. a while later spike and cordelia are witches who’ve had a tempestuous relationship for… centuries I think, aka witches can live for a really long time, so there’s no way the bigger/older ones don’t all know each other. there ought to be SOME sort of witch ‘society’, even if it’s just loose communication. but no, after this you never hear of witches ever again, much less familiars or witch

bars. then you’ve got Bela, who caters to rich people who know magical artifacts exist, but there’s no exploration of what that could MEAN – if Bela can hold down a job, then enough of the country’s elite own and exploit magic stuff that it could – SHOULD – have at least some effect on US politics, as in who gets power. there’s never a whisper of that, but okay, this isn’t exactly the winchester boys’ social scene. but failing that, some of these magic-obsessed rich people should turn up for a

few episodes, either haunted or else guilty of inflicting a monster-of-the-week on someone. heck, one of them could be a recurring vaguely-helpful character that the boys stop by and menace a bit whenever they need access to some excessively obscure artifact. you already mentioned the mess of all those Alpha Monsters who were powerful and unkillable and stuff, and had their own dread agendas with potentially far-reaching consequences for their respective species, and then just… vanished. I don’t

even remember how. and then there’s the hunter community, which is the most inconsistent of all. first it’s just these two and their dad, and then they start finding out their dad’s old friends were all actually hunters or oracles or whatever. so far so good; these are just Mysteries Of Our Father’s Past, and valid character/plot development stuff. but there’s Bobby, who Knows Everyone, and Ellen, whose bar every hunter in the country frequents sooner or later, and this means hunters know each

other, know about each other, they have a network of communication and they share intel, gossip, trade secrets. but the moment the bar blows up there’s just no network, no connection, nothing at all binding hunters together, even though Bobby still knows everyone and Ellen and Jo are still around and plenty able to found a new bar if they wanted to, or at least keep in touch with at least half of the people who used to swing by their bar. oh and also the demons! they talk about complex politics

happening in Hell, they have some sort of prophesied demon queen who takes the body of a young girl and has glowing white eyes (I don’t even remember what happened to her), they have demon religion and spirituality to the point where Lucifer is basically Demon Jesus – I’m pretty sure this is explicitly stated, Lucifer is to the demons what Jesus is to really devout Christians, semi-mythical status and prophesied second coming and everything – and the show makes an effort to flesh out its demonic

characters, give them personality and desires and drives, and it shows distinct differences in how different demons feel about humanity, and about what they do, and all that. yet despite all this, the only demon we meet who doesn’t immediately try to murder the boys is Ruby. no one tries to bargain honestly with the boys, no one but Crowley tries to aim the boys at their own enemies, no one begs for mercy or lies about repentance. nothing. can you imagine if those demons who told Sam to take up

his antichrist mantle and lead a demon army decided that, since their Chosen One was unwilling, they ought to convince him? what if a bunch of demons had started discreetly tailing the boys, showing up sometimes to rescue them from really bad fights or offer up dead monsters like housecats offering dead birds? ‘hey chosen one, we caught you this demon who’s high up in Crowley’s hierarchy, do you want to torture him for information yourself or do you want us to do it?’ they solemnly swear that

that they’ve stopped killing humans, they keep quietly growing in number, and they always scram before the boys are conscious enough to kill them properly. sam and dean have many arguments about whether they were REALLY too concussed to stab their latest demonic rescuer and get absurdly angsty and argumentative about it. I know my rant has gotten pretty thoroughly disorganized and this is moving back into must-have-a-static-paradigm territory, but I am a little bitter.

THIS IS ALSO SUCH A GOOD POINT there is just so much to be bitter about with this show, like, good god, you’d think that sooner or later they’d run out of basic narrative rules to fuck up.

Speaking of rules, I think this is a manifestation of one of Supernatural’s wider problems, which is that they just DO NOT SEEM TO UNDERSTAND THE RULES OF THEIR OWN UNIVERSE.  Like, all they’ve REALLY nailed down is that demons can be exorcised, but anything that isn’t a demon is pretty much at the mercy of the plot for A) how powerful it is, B) how hard to kill it is, and C) how ‘human’ it’s considered.  Like, everything from werewolves to wendigos are stated to be at least PART human, but basically their ‘humanness’ and subsequently the amount of sympathy accorded to them is predicated on how benign (or how attractive) they look in their human form.  The magic of this universe is wildly unpredictable–the Winchesters sometimes do/dabble in magic themselves, but we never really learn how magic works.  Does it require a focus?  Does it require badly-pronounced Latin?  Is it an expression of the user’s willpower?  Is it similar to what demons do (implied when All Witches Are Wicked for the first few seasons) or not?  Does it require natural talent or can anyone learn it?  THERE ARE SO MANY QUESTIONS THAT ARE TOTALLY IGNORED.  THEN there’s the question of societies in this supernatural underworld.  Like, I think I’ve expressed in my John Wick comments how much I like functional underworld societies with rules and systems, but honestly it’s CRITICALLY necessary if you’re doing what SPN does and having the society Matter.  I cringe every time I think about how clumsy and slapdash the hunting community was in Supernatural, because it had SO MUCH POTENTIAL, don’t talk to me about it, I made it work better when I wrote my spite novel.  I’m sure I can think of fifty million more incomplete universe rules, but I can honestly feel my blood pressure rising right now so I’m going to stop.

OH MY GOD GUYS, please, if you’re a writer, let me beg you right now in person to figure out the rules of your universe and then commit.  Here are some pointers.

Magic should work in a conceptually similar way to gravity: its rules should be consistent and should be able to be broadly extrapolated from the general effect, and if you’re going to BREAK those rules you’ve got to have a damn fine reason.  

The sliding scale of ‘humannness’ should…slide less, to be completely honest, work your shit the fuck out EARLY or make working your shit the fuck out a plot point (please see Stormdancer for a good example).  

If you’re dealing with questions of what makes someone human (@SPN FOR LIKE FOUR FUCKING SEASONS) then you should actively question like “Hey, my dude, can we morally kill this person for something they have no control over” unless your character took the trait ‘Callous’ somewhere in their history (which is also fine).

If you have an underworld society–or any society tbh???–WORK YOUR SHIT OUT.  How do they work together (ex: hunters pretending to be ‘the boss’ when someone calls the number on that fake business card)?  How do they support each other (ex: safehouses? maybe? this is never discussed in SPN? and I hate it?)?  What are the things people differ on (ex: whether or not to murder the Winchesters, which, like, I know you’re supposed to be against that because they’re the protagonists, but by the time I bailed I def wanted someone to shoot them)?  Is there an assumption of free exchange of favors or is there a strict financial/bargaining system?   How much does one person vouching for another matter in the community?  ANSWER SOME BASIC QUESTIONS FFS

Finally, most crucially, for the love of all that is good, Pick A Plot.  One plot.  It can have subplots (example: an overarching plot broken up by smaller missions, a la your average TV show) or multiple acts (as in a play, where you’ve got a couple major pieces that assemble into the main plot, like Much Ado where you’ve got (roughly) the matchmaking, the wedding, the vengeance, and the resolution), but it should be One Plot and you need to tie up those motherfucking loose ends.

This has been “Hey look turns out that 6K later I have Even More Complaints about Supernatural” with Moran.

yo if anyone links you to the english version could you link me too?

Hell fucking yeah I can