#teacup-warrior

[snoozelocke]

What I want for the next gen is for Farfetch'd to get a mega-evolution. The design wouldn't change at all, except the attack would double and now he has TWO sticks.

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[jerseyartblog]

Today in amazing Con happenings

Met up with @teacup-warrior at AnimeNYC, which is something I did NOT EXPECT and was REALLY HAPPY TO MEET *7*)))) Since we've known each other for so long, yay for Budo and Bofur!

[snoozelocke]

(p.s. - i love your comic so much, your color palettes are INCREDIBLE)

pbtbtbtbtbt thank you!! ( ;;; w ;;; )

[suzie-guru]

teacup-warrior reblogged your post:Imagine Harry and Ginny a few months into their...

You made me ship these two more in 3 paragraphs than JK managed to accomplish in the the entirety of book 7. *slow clap*

I am so deeply flattered and humbled by this, thank you so much!!!

[arcaine]

teacup-warrior ha detto: Ooof, that’s rough. I would message them about it. Not angrily, but “hey, I saw on facebook that you went to the movies. What happened there?” Then based on their response, either forgive them or tear them a new one. *-* I'm so tempted to be snotty, especially since I've been helping one of them through a break up for the last two weeks. But you're right, I probably shouldn't go in guns blazing. That never ends well for me XD

[winterkirk]

Kachimushi ichinensei and their Queen Buchou

[ssaarboretem]

Jaeger Pilots - Enda POV

The first time I met my two drift partners, I was about to fight them. It's not as dramatic as it sounds. None of us were on opposite sides, in fact, the fight was to see whether or not we were even drift compatible in the first place. I had watched the other potential drift partners fight them in the kwoon, but neither Katrin nor Morigan seemed satisfied with the twitchy potentials they went up against. We had all been tested, yes, but there was a lack of confidence that was needed to fit in with those two.

I personally was excited. I had heard much about the pair from the scientists during the tests. A team that when they first started drifting didn't get along at all, but once they got into a fight, hoo boy were they a team to be reckoned with. First kill with each other in under half an hour. I guess it's something about the adrenaline that brought them together, but it did so with a bang. The Marshall called out 'hajime' and the dance started. And it was. A dance, I mean. The three of us clicked in a way I haven't ever felt. I had a partner that I drifted with just fine, but Ching and I didn't have the same connection that I did with Katrin and Morigan.

I had first gotten into the Jaeger program because I was honestly very bored with my life, and c'mon, giant robots fighting huge monsters! I've always been an adrenaline junkie, skydiving and bungee jumping, occasionally BASE jumping and even once HALO jumping, so this just seemed like the next step. And I fit right in. Ching and I met in Jaeger Academy and she and I really balanced each other out. Where she was energetic, I was a calmer influence, though she definitely had more patience than I did. I signed up for the multi-Drift experiment after Ching decided that being a Jaeger pilot wasn't for her. It didn't have enough freedom and she was a very crafty person who liked to make others happy. She decided to drop out and start making art so that people could enjoy something beautiful in the suddenly dark world that we inhabited.

My first impression of Katrin and Morigan was that they were gorgeous. And intense. The two had a very dark, gothic look going on, Katrin definitely more so than Morigan, but still. I immediately liked them both. I liked how well we fit together even better. I described the fight earlier as a dance, and it truly was. I lost all sense of time in the fight, only focusing on the strikes of the two women, dodging and weaving between them and landing hits.

Two hours later, we stepped into the pair's Jaeger, named Whiskey Tango, though lovingly known as Whiskey. Even knowing that we were very drift compatible, I was still nervous. Statistically, the three partner Drift should work, and even lessen the neural load that each pilot carried. But that's statistics, not real life. Things go wrong. Shit happens. We figured out the positioning, which ended up being Katrin being at the left (having a less than ideal right wrist), Morigan in the back and me at the right. The scientist proceeded to go through the bullshit that we had all heard before, and he only shut up after the Marshall asked if we were ready to proceed.

We dropped, an amazing feeling, and only a few seconds later the Drift came to life. It was like free falling, like flying down a mountain, all while wrapped in the feeling of hugs smelling of perfume and alcohol and laughter. Everything was whirling around, memories being accepted into my head until I had everything of the others inside myself and it dulled to a hum in the back of my mind.

I opened my eyes and experienced the most amazing feeling. I was home.

And my home was ready to kick ass.

Connected to this post. She wrote it earlier today while I was in exams and I came out to a lovely piece of prose and was inspired to write something for the first time in a very long time.

[winterkirk]

Jaeger Pilots

It’s hard to remember when there was only me in my head. Logically, I know that Drifting for only a couple of years doesn’t erase almost two decades worth of memories, but it feels different after that first time you’ve successfully Drifted with another person. This is going to sound like all the cliché soul mate stuff, but something really does just click when you’ve got a Drift partner. Or in my case, two.

Unlike the Wei Tang kids, the three of us weren’t always together- hell we never even met at the Jaeger Academy. It started with just the two of us, just me and Kat- the newbie and the person who had lost two co-pilots. It wasn’t the easy fall that the teachers had described or the rush that guest pilots had claimed. With Kat and me, chaos reigned the first few times we Drifted. It was thundering waves of memories, roars of lightening crashing with emotion, and tearing slashes of wind as our minds tried to sort out the flurry of memories. After each time we tried to avoid each other as much as possible, and I will freely admit to crying more than once during those days. Then a Mark Two Jaeger was destroyed and the Marshall had no choice but to send us out. The Drift connected and the moment we faced the kaiju roaring over the fiery remains of a lost Jaeger, that was it. We just clicked. Everything that had been so difficult sailed past us and in that Jaeger we made our first Kill. It was a rough fight, we were both scared, angry, and determined, but in less than half an hour the category three kaiju was dead and the Whiskey Tango was still standing.  

Of course it wasn’t happily ever after with two of us. I was too fidgety and uncertain, and Kat seemed so cool and collected, almost distant. In Whiskey and for the press we were a damn good team, but beyond that we avoided each other as much as permitted. She had her friends, and I had my books.   We were so rough around the edges.  Maybe our minimal interaction was an effort to ignore our separate worries and the constant threat of being grounded. I don’t know. It wasn’t for another seven months, two drops, and one kill later when we ‘volunteered’ for a multi-Drift experiment that we figured out what it was that gave us such problems.  The Marshall called it a trust building exercise, Kat called it interesting bullshit, and I just wanted to get a good night’s sleep and call my mom. Day one we were spilt and sent to different sides of the country. At first it was relieving to be on my own and to be around people I had never met and make my own impression.  There was no pressure with trying to impress the people who knew her, instead I could figure out me. Eventually even Kat’s memories, which had been so vibrant in my head for months, faded and greyed until it took me several long moments to recall her favorite memory- a house filled with a faint smoky sweet scent, B’s laughter, and the sense of everything being right with the world.

A month in and I wanted nothing more than to go back to the Oregon Shatterdome. A place where I would struggle with finding a quiet place to simply exist, I missed the noise, the busyness, and most surprising of all for me- I missed Kat. The world was too isolated, too quiet, and had nothing of what I wanted anymore. My head was too empty and too quiet, as it no longer had to sort between two different people’s memories. I hated it; it made the poking and prodding, the testing, and examinations unbearable. A month before I would’ve had her voice somewhere in the back of my mind making funny comments, being sassy, or an image of her making bizarre faces; and that would’ve helped me get through the testing.

Weirdly, not long after I admitted this to one of the physiatrists, I found myself being shipped back to the other side of the states. Kat, with B in tow, met me on the tarmac and welcomed me back, and even said she missed me. We barely had time to catch up before we were pushed on to a plane to Japan and then shoved into the second round of testing. Through the past month we’d been analyzed (Kat understood a hell of a lot more than I did once they started using medical terms) and essentially the scientists thought that they’d found a number of possible candidates that were both willing, and probably capable of being Drift compatible with two pilots. Thus it was that it was in the kwoon that we met her- Em.

From the moment the bleach blonde stepped onto the mat, looking calmer than the previous two candidates (it isn’t easy going against a pair of co-pilots at the same time- even if they haven’t Drifted in a long while) that I had to admit I was impressed.  Her blue eyes were focused and determined, but what really caught my eye was her relaxed posture, like she had nothing to lose - later I would find out that she’d already had a partner but wanted a challenge. I don’t remember what happened after I heard the Marshall call out ‘Hajime’, only that we danced. I hardly heard someone call out ‘Stop’.

Two hours and a change of clothes later the three of us stepped into Whiskey. I will admit that I was nervous that first time I stood beside my Drift connector. The scientists had arranged the three connectors into a triangle, with two of the connectors being more towards the front but with a wide enough gap between them that the person in the back would be able to view what was going on. With her right wrist being in less than perfect condition, Kat took her place at the left arm, Em (after a moment of debate) took the right arm, and I remained at the back.

“If this works, the neural load should be significantly easier on all parties” a scientist called voice louder than strictly necessary. “Remember to remain relaxed at all times! Let the memories flow through your mind.” I could practically see Kat rolled her eyes as being told what to do by someone who had never Drifted. The scientist was clearly new as he began chattering about specifics and it wasn’t until the Marshall interrupted, asking if we were ready to drop that he man shut up. I hate the drop, it makes stomach far too queasy but it’s never long, so most days I don’t puke out my guts. Thankfully that day I didn’t.

When the Drift activated some twenty seconds later it was a symphony of a hurricane, the roar of a dragon, the taste of smoke and alcohol, the scent of perfume, and the reflections of each other across three different minds. It was a rush of memories, thoughts, emotions and it was glorious. Gradually the storm calmed into an electrical hum, almost as though Whiskey was pleased that we had finally done something right. There is no feeling I could use to describe the moment I opened my eyes and moved with my co-pilots in perfect sync, save perhaps just one. Triumph. 

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