TFW a Sim uses a very specific piece of CC... (•᷄ࡇ•᷅ )
I gave Sen's appearance a little tune up! I had to get SUPER creative with the outfits, and these are only their everyday variants!
I might show the others if anyone wants that.
Also some may notice that their leg is swapped. The original version I was using seems to have weighting issues (meaning it's not following the leg bone of the Sim's rig) but the CC came with a flipped version and it's weighted! ♡
Only thing is now Sen is stuck with the shorts' belt/phone because the flipped leg doesn't have a version without it. But it's a small sacrifice if it means they can move! (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ
So it seems that in What if? in the verse where Peggy Carter is Captain Britain, Steve Rogers is Iron Man. How does that work in Pan-Universal meetings?
I’m still working out the Rules(TM) for the AU, but the main reoccurring meetings are between groups of the same person, regardless of code names. So Peggy would be in a Peggy group, and Steve in a Steve group. But maybe there are occasionally special meetings based on costumes instead?
🤔 i keep thinking about like a wangxian theatre students au? But all I've got so far is wwx as brutus in shakespeare's 'the tragedy of caesar' 😂🙏
(Warning: I know nothing about how theatre or theatre school works so everything is factually incorrect…everything. Please don’t roast me haha)
Lan Wangji is passing by the auditorium on his way to meet his brother to discuss the score he’d been asked to help compose for Meng Yao’s final year project, when he hears the sound of someone shouting inside. Curious, he approaches the open door.
The auditorium is empty save for a lone figure standing in the middle of the stage, pacing back and forth and muttering to themselves and gesticulating wildly with their arms. Lan Wangji immediately recognises him as Wei Wuxian, the prodigy of the Drama department and the most irritating person alive. He turns to leave.
“Oh!” Wei Wuxian exclaims suddenly. Lan Wangji freezes, but Wei Wuxian does not appear to have noticed him at all as he spins around, long braid whipping about behind him. “Oh, oh, oh that might work.”
He returns to the centre of the stage and gives himself a vigorous shake. He clears his throat.
“Romans, countrymen, and lovers! Hear me for my cause, and be silent, that you may hear: believe me for mine honour, and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe: censure me in your wisdom, and awake your senses, that you may the better judge.”
His voice carries across the vast expanse of the auditorium, each word ringing clear and precise despite the lack of microphone or sound equipment. And his face—his entire body—moves along with it, breathing new life into centuries-old words with each shift, each frown, each gesture. Every part of him draws eyes, commands attention, paints entire worlds that burst out of the tiny confines of that dimly lit stage.
Lan Wangji is not familiar with drama, or with theatre. But he understands performance. And he cannot tear his eyes away from this one.
He’s not sure how long he stands there, watching. He’s not even sure he’d be been breathing for most of it. His heart is pounding so loudly in his chest he’s almost afraid it will reverberate around the room.
He’s shaken out of his trance by Wei Wuxian calling his name.
“Lan Zhan? Lan Zhan! Is that you?”
Wei Wuxian has come to the very edge of the stage, squinting past the glare of the stage lights to where Lan Wangji is standing in the darkness.
Lan Wangji clears his throat as his ears start to burn. “Wei Ying.”
“Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian waves at him. “Hey!”
His eyes dart between the edge of the stage and Lan Wangji, lips pursed in contemplation. Lan Wangji hurriedly makes his way down the aisle before Wei Wuxian can do something stupid and dangerous like dive off the stage again. Which, according to Lan Xichen (who heard from Nie Mingjue, who heard from his brother Nie Huaisang after one particularly eventful rehearsal in first year), had resulted in a fractured ankle and Nie Huaisang being dragged kicking and screaming onstage to replace him as the lead.
When he gets close enough, Wei Wuxian is sitting down, legs dangling over the edge of the stage and a wide grin on his face.
“Lan Zhan,” he says, sounding a little breathless. It’s fair, Lan Wangji supposes, after the performance he just gave. “What are you doing here?”
“Xiongzhang asked me to assist Meng Yao with his final project,” Lan Wangji says. Wei Wuxian nods slowly in realisation.
“Yao-ge’s been setting up auditions for the lead roles,” he says. He grins suddenly. “Are you signing up for it, Lan Zhan?”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Lan Wangji says with a frown. The very thought of it turns his stomach. “He’s asked me to compose the score.”
“Really?” Wei Wuxian sits up straighter, eyes wide. “That’s awesome! Have you got it with you? Can I hear it?”
Lan Wangji shakes his head. “There isn’t much, yet. Just ideas.”
“Oh,” Wei Wuxian says, disappointed.
“I can play it for you,” Lan Wangji says before he can stop himself. He clears his throat when Wei Wuxian perks up again. “When it’s complete. You can tell me what you think.”
Wei Wuxian laughs. “I don’t know the first thing about music, Lan Zhan. My opinion won’t do you much good I’m afraid.”
Lan Wangji feels his heart constrict.
“That’s not true,” he says. The vehemence surprises even himself; he sees Wei Wuxian blink in surprise. He takes a deep, calming breath before he continues. “You…understand acting. What works on stage, in a scene. Your opinions in that regard are…invaluable.”
He clamps his mouth shut before he can continue to blather and clenches his hands into fists to hide his clammy palms. Wei Wuxian is uncharacteristically silent, looking at him with an odd expression, head hilted slightly and lips parted.
Lan Wangji’s heart skips a beat at the sight.
“L-Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian cries, hands flying to his cheeks, now dusted with a sweet, rosy pink that awakens the butterflies in Lan Wangji’s stomach. “Warn me next time you say something like that! You almost gave me a heart attack.”
Lan Wangji hums, pleasure curling in his chest like a contented cat. Wei Wuxian huffs and sticks his tongue out, crossing his arms over his chest, but his mouth twitches at the corners.
“Well then, I expect to get a call from you when you’re ready,” he says.
Lan Wangji smiles. “It’s a date.”
Wei Wuxian buries his face in his hands and screams.
Alright, I guess since I’ve written a bunch for it already, I can tell y’all: I’m working on turning that old CC Time Travel AU into an actual fic. Not a super long one, but it’ll have multiple chapters and I’ll start posting them once I finish the final draft for the whole fic (that way I know where I’m going with it and can’t just drop it halfway through)
I’m telling you all today so if I end up losing motivation for it later on and never end up posting it at all, I can just pretend it was an April Fools prank because I’m awful and unreliable with my content.
