#prau

[isabelguerra]

I was thinking about your Pacific Rim AU again, and now I want to know your thoughts on Johnny-Isabel drift compatibility. Like, what in your opinion is their very specific method of working together? What is Izjo if they're piloting a fuck-off big mech together? No doubt you have many a thought on this subject and I'm itching to talk about these two nerds

Yes yes absolutely!!! I really hope you liked the movie, it's been one of my favorites since I was 14. This is going to be half original concepts and half canon-compliant facts I pull from Pacific Rim's wiki page.

So: Isabel + Johnny's drift compatibility and specific methods of working together. Their fuck-off big mech.

This is long.

To start off; they would meet way before piloting a Jaegar together, as hotshots during their Jaegar Academy days and as sort-of rivals up through their time as pilots.

Following Blitz Valhalla and Scourge Behemoth's decommissioning, Isabel and Johnny get reassigned to the Kwoon Combat Room to work as Fightmasters with Max. (Max isn't a Fightmaster, he's the director of drift compatibility. Which makes him sort of their boss, but they don't treat him like it.) Where Isabel and Johnny teach candidates how to fight, Max teaches candidates how to move, while personally specializing in identifying potential co-pilots via their natural choreography/body language during a spar.

So a rough timeline would have Isabel and Johnny knowing each other at 17, piloting their respective Jaegars from 18-22, working together from 22-24, then piloting Scarlet Parabellum.

Honestly? I've given more thought to their Fightmaster days than their actual co-piloting. So much of the draw for drift compatibility is the criticality of trust, so jumping to the point where they already trust each other is less interesting than seeing how they get there. Which is to say, it takes a while for them to Get In That Robot.

They don't get along during their trainee/ranger days. At all. It's, like, bad. It's so bad.

When they start working together, that relationship worsens before it gets better. They're both hotheaded, they still miss the cockpit and neural drift and adrenaline, and all of that pent up aggression and emotion comes out during their instruction demonstrations.

One benefit of not liking each other for years is they don't try to make a good impression, which lets them develop their relationship as honest versions of themselves, knowing the good with the bad as part of each other rather than a disappointment. Isabel already thinks Johnny is a bitch. Johnny already thinks Isabel is a delusional shrimp who thinks she's tougher than him. They have nowhere to go but forward.

Training in the Kwoon is supposed to forge an ideal partnership between recruits. Enough to establish or develop drift compatibility. MY hypothesis is that if two people - with prior pilot experience and more similarities than they think - INSTRUCT that training, a natural consequence would develop that partnership on steroids. The ability to open up and trust your partner is what determines compatibility. So as Isabel and Johnny begin to work together, they unknowingly begin building that trust. They spend time together. They adapt to each others' teaching styles and mentalities. They learn each others' fighting techniques. Humor styles. Bitching sessions. All of this is learning how to read each other.

Isabel begins learning Johnny until she knows how he's going to move before he does, and vice versa. When they show how a move is done, Johnny throws her a kendo stick and Isabel catches it without looking. Where they would previously interrupt each other to argue during martial arts demonstrations, they start playing into each others' strengths and letting the other take over when their own knowledge is lacking. Isabel ducks before Johnny even swings. Johnny places a foot where he knows Isabel will trip. They can sympathize with each other. They both loved piloting, they miss their old copilots to death. Isabel and Ed and Johnny and the gang still see each other around, but it's not the same. It's not taking on the world together. It's not sharing a head with their best friend. They eat lunch in silence together in the hangar repair bay, watching mechanics fix Jaegars for rangers who still have someone to be a conversation with.

So that develops over a couple years. Max notices but says nothing. Not his business. He just thinks it's. Y'know. Interesting.

When the program starts getting desperate and co-pilots are needed, they're who Max recommends.

They each bring something old into the drift. Drifting with each other isn't like drifting with Ed, or with Ollie Stephen and RJ.

Drifting with Ed is like playing superheroes with a sibling at age 7. simple. intuitive. it feels like an improv game where the two of you are so in sync that whatever weird thing happens, happens, and now you get to find out whats next.

Drifting with Ed eventually failed because a lapse in trust weakened their connection. As intuitive as implicit trust with your sibling can be, it if's been that way forever and hasn't been exercised, it's like a vulnerable immune system. Their weakened connection caused a bad fight, and now Ed can't co-pilot again. Isabel still feels bad.

Drifting with the Jang is friendship fusion on steroids. It feels like going to sleep with your three best friends nearly your whole life. Like late night sleepovers way past curfew to watch banned horror marathons, passing out in a bed surrounded by three people who love you most. When Scourge goes down, it's like the stack tower destabilized. Johnny wakes up and the bed is empty.

Drifting with each other is... shy. Their first few times.

It's hard to use each others' headspace at first. They don't drift in the same way they would have been used to. They're bringing in everything of their past partners, and everything of the people they both used to be and have become since then. It's not just scary to do this with a new person; it's scary to see who you've become without the old ones. How choices you would have made before aren't your go-to anymore. How that feels right, now. How you change.

Past people and yourself aside, there's the matter of someone new. It's raw and confusing and awkward. There's no way to edit, you're both very vulnerable, your thoughts are all out there, a lot of barriers are lowered. Your minds are two channels that feed into each other.

It's shy. But they're compatible. Dropping their guard and trusting the person next to them is key.

Isabel gets hit with the experience of being Johnny scraping his knee at age 7, then Johnny feels the real-time fury of arguing with Francisco every night at the dinner table for 6 years straight. That thought bounces briefly to their first actions when meeting each other, which bounces back to the comfort of drifting with their previous co-pilots, which bounces to both feeling the hit Ed took when Blitz went down, which bounces to the panic Stephen felt when Scourge met the first Kaiju it couldn't tackle, which bounces to the panic of losing the drift forever. Which jumps to their deep-seated desire to go back to piloting, the need for something they want, which leads into the memory of Johnny's first time kissing a boy, Isabel's first time pinning an opponent bigger than her until they tapped out, the first time one of their spars together felt fun.

They see meeting themselves from the other persons' perspective. Catching each others eye from across the trainee room and boredly assessing if that shrimp is going to end up in the big leagues like they are. If they're a threat.

Then meeting again properly, their first impressions of each other. Isabel's hair is shinier than it should be, she definitely wasn't that short, and she DEFINITELY wasn't that shrimpy. She was that firey though. Johnny probably was that cocky and trigger happy, but how loud and annoying he was in the cafeteria is way exaggerated.

Then they're one person. And a giant fucking robot.

Drifting with each other feels like summer. The good one. From way back before you actually remember. Long tall grass filled with humming bugs, dirt on your legs, a world to run around and poke and sweat in and take on. It's hot and itchy and you feel alert and alive and giddy and powerful. Night summer adrenaline and peak afternoon summer adventure all at the same time.

It's 3am so I'm calling it here for tonight! No doubt I'll add more to this tomorrow. I've been writing this since 7pm. Please tell me what you thought of pacific rim

[memorelies]

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[zwritestuff]

It was some hours before the last Jaeger would fall to a category four, and one way or another, Rosé knew her time as a pilot was near. She was heading to the launching bay with Priyanka, when she stopped in her tracks and said:

“Pri, whatever happens, you know I’ll always consider you as part of my family, right?” To this day she doesn't know what possessed her to let those words escape her mouth. But she took the then doe-eyed, quiet kid by her shoulders and looked at her with a sincerity that left no room for doubts.

Priyanka had just frowned, but didn’t ask where this was coming from—this was one of the few good days where Rosé had enough strength to leave her bed, to not succumb to daydreams and what-ifs. She would take what she could get.

“I know, Rosie, I know,” she said, placing her hand on top of Rosé’s, giving it a squeeze.

Neither of them knew that just hours later, another Jaeger would fall, prompting the world leaders to cancel the Jaeger program a few days afterwards.

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[emilyjunk]

Ughh I just read prau again and it’s soo good. Sad that you never got to finishing it 🥺

I lowkey still plan to finish... I have the next chap started and actually was talking to @snowonebutyou about plans for the epilogue recently like 🤔 last week maybe? so I do wanna finish and it's constantly on my mind! I just gotta, you know... Do it.... Lol. Thank you, I'll try to get around to it for youuuu 💜💜

[victuurifanartandfanfiction]

Painting Restoration AU (2)

Chapter One: Encounter on a Lovely Day

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Victor came home from a fateful encounter with whom he believes is his soulmate. Now all he needs to do is figure out his next step, and it begins with a phone call.

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Victor slipped his phone back into his pocket and drank the last bit of coffee that was still in his cup. He threw the empty coffee cup into a public trashcan before continuing to daydream about the mysterious paint restorer. On the way back to his house, he couldn’t stop thinking about Yuuri. Everything about him infatuated Victor. He couldn’t quite explain it, it was just something about him that made his heart race.

“Did you see him, Makkachin?” Victor yelled excitedly, “He was so charming and handsome…” Makkachin just continued to walk, a little bit more bounce in her steps than before. Victor lifted the hand with her leash in it up to his cheek.

“Do you think he noticed me?” Victor asked exasperated. He slid his hand down his cheek. If there was one thing he couldn’t get out of his mind: it would have to be Yuuri’s eyes. Sure, some could argue that they were plain, but Victor saw an exhilarating life in them. A whole new adventure he was just itching to explore.

He would love to look into those eyes once more.

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Before Victor knew it, he was back at the stairs of his house.

He and Makkachin stepped in, Victor almost slamming the door behind them. He unhooked her leash and returned it to its keeping place. Afterward, he opened one of the cabinets and revealed a beautiful magenta vase with golden highlights. He placed it onto his dining table before preparing the flowers to put in them.

Victor cut the lower leaves off of the roses as well as the bottom of the stems. He filled the vase with warm water, adding a bit of vinegar to the water (<-it) as well. Victor placed the flowers into the vase, delicately arranging them into a beautiful display.

As Victor admired the flowers, he couldn’t help but wish Yuuri was there to admire them with him. Such a serene sunset to end such an exquisite day, A beautiful scene, that he would be witnessing alone.

Or so he believed.

Victor’s phone vibrated in his pocket. He lifted it out and was met with Chris’ face. He quickly answered the call and sat down at his dining table.

“Hello, Chri-”

“Tell me all about this ‘love’ of yours! No keeping anything from me either, Victor! I want all of the details! All of them!”

“Okay, okay! So, I was walking down the street with Makkachin, but then she saw a squirrel! I tried to stop her from running but I couldn’t do anything but do my best to keep up with her!”

“Oh, romantic! Keep going!”

“When she finally stopped, these two men came out of the paint restoration shop! This guy with blue glasses, brown eyes, and black hair caught my eye. I looked at him and we made eye contact.”

“This is so exciting! What happened next!”

“Well, then he rushed back into the store.’

“What do you mean? That’s all?” Chris yelled into the phone. Victor didn’t realize how silly it sounded when he said it aloud. Sure, they didn’t speak much. Well, they didn’t speak at all, but he knew in his heart that Yuuri was the one for him.

“I know, it sounds ridiculous, but just trust me! Something about him just set my heart on fire!”

Victor could almost hear Chris thinking through the phone. Victor tapped his finger on the table, nervous about what his friend was going to say.

“Well, to put it simply, you are definitely in love. No other explanation for your feelings,” Chris said and Victor nodded., “The two of you have to meet up, but this time, not just eye contact.” Victor looked around his room for ideas. He could take Makkachin for another walk, but how would that lead to some conversation?

“I’ve got it!” Victor exclaimed, “I’ll bring Yuuri some of the paintings I don’t want to sell for restoration work!” He had already gotten up and began fumbling through some of his paintings and finding the ones that could use some work done. Finally, he came across one of his favorite pieces, Stammi Viccino.

It was one of his favorites because it was painted by two artists. One artist painted with a light magenta while the other painted with a dark blue. The colors and brush strokes worked together in perfect harmony, a perfect contrast. Whenever he looked at the two people slow dancing together in the painting, Victor got a warm feeling in his heart. He grabbed the painting and set it on the table before sitting down again.

Everything about Stammi Viccino infatuated Victor, and he was hoping this piece was enough to catch Yuuri’s attention.

“Oh my gosh, that’s a perfect idea!” Chris’s enthusiasm was evident, “Well, I have to go. Time to feed the cat. Good luck! You better tell me what happens!”

Victor laughed, “I’ll keep you updated! Bye!” He pressed the end call button before staring intently at the painting in front of him. All he had to do was walk to the shop and ask for an estimate. Simple enough, right?

Victor sighed and buried his face into his arms on the table. Makkachin pushed herself under him, looking up at him. He patted her head and stood up.

“You’re right, it is dinner time,” he smiled before opening food for her and setting it into her bowl. Victor walked over to his refrigerator. There was too much on his mind for him to cook, so he settled on leftover pasta.

He sat at the table with his now microwaved meal, daydreaming about how his meeting with Yuuri was going to go. He formulated a plan, one to capture Yuuri’s attention and curiosity. Victor decided he was going to get his painting restored, stay and watch Yuuri work, and get to know him better.

Poking at his pasta, Victor sighed. He was too nervous and excited to have an appetite.

“Oh, Yuuri,” he sighed, “If only you understood how you make me feel, maybe you wouldn’t be able to eat either.” Victor snapped the lid back onto his pasta and placed it back in the fridge before leaving to bed. He laid down on his bed, staring up at his ceiling before slowly drifting off to sleep.

He was about to find out that not all things go according to plan, no matter how long or detailed said plan is.

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Here's chapter two! I hope you all enjoyed it! I would love to hear any and all thoughts in the comments below!

Special thanks to @artist-from-outersp-ace for editing and reviewing this AU! You can follow them on Tumblr for some stunning art!

Thank you to @/JenniS on AO3 for some inspiration and motivation for this chapter. I would also like to thank everyone who has been leaving comments, I appreciate them beyond words. Thank you for your support. ♡♡♡ Thank you for reading! If you enjoyed this, please leave a like, reblog, and/or a comment below! I love reading them ♡♡♡! 

Permission to continue this AU was given by@doki-dolly​. Any constructive criticism is always welcome in the comments! I hope you enjoyed this piece. Thank you so much for reading! ~♡

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[emdashcomma]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Living inside the Shatterdome hadn’t really required an adjustment.

Even before the academy, these were the only kind of walls Adora had ever known. Cold. Metal. Where the lost and displaced called one thin blanket and a shared bunk home.

or:

the Pacific Rim AU that nobody asked for

[pom-friend]

Getting a feel of an NPC.