An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 4/?
Fandom: I Was a Teenage Exocolonist (Video Game)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Anemone/Sol (I Was a Teenage Exocolonist), Marz & Sol (I Was a Teenage Exocolonist), Cal & Sol (I Was a Teenage Exocolonist), Sol & Tammy (I Was a Teenage Exocolonist), Sol & Sym (I Was a Teenage Exocolonist), Sol & Vace (I Was a Teenage Exocolonist)
Characters: Sol (I Was a Teenage Exocolonist), Anemone (I Was a Teenage Exocolonist), Vace (I Was a Teenage Exocolonist), Marz (I Was a Teenage Exocolonist), Cal (I Was a Teenage Exocolonist), Tammy (I Was a Teenage Exocolonist)
Additional Tags: Governor Plotline, Coup Plotline, Canon Divergent, Past Life Memories, Butch Farm-girl Sol, Sol Is Making Some Decisions Here, Canon Retelling, little an insurrection, Don't worry: it's going to end well!, I HAVE THOUGHTS. TAKE MY HAND, background Cal/Tammy, Past Life Flashbacks
Series: Part 2 of firestarters
Summary:
What do you know about running out of time? Solidarity scoffs, backing away from him. "I know," she says, "unless you have a nice gesture to prove you actually fucking mean it when the Gardeners say they'll stop I need you to leave me to it."
Sym looks crestfallen. "You know we will," he says, "you know that."
"It's not me you have to convince," Solidarity replies, softening a little, "but it's not like I can tell anyone that."
--
Solidarity begins to gather her forces. Sym frets. Tangent gets found out.
New STRIKE A MATCH ON ME chapter! Oh Solidarity, we're really in it now!
Chapters: 1/4
Fandom: Drink Your Villain Juice - izzily
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: MC & Prii, MC & Catalyst, MC & Kay
Characters: Paradigm - Character, MC (Drink Your Villain Juice), Catalyst (Drink Your Villain Juice), Kay (Drink Your Villain Juice)
Additional Tags: Missing Scene, Grief, Trans Female Character, Pre-Canon, Dime having feelings about the Juice physically changing them, Dime is named Tristan, Dime is named Morgan, Dime is named Thomas, Dime is named Artemis, no beta we die like Prii
Summary:
Four different Paradigms reckon with the way the Juice has changed their body.
A series of short fics exploring how different Dimes feel about the changes wrought on their bodies. First up: Tristan, my nodes/power user, cutting her own hair with bad scissors in a bathroom sink.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 2/3 (chapter 2: but i wonder where you are, i call your name into the dark)
Fandom: I Was a Teenage Exocolonist (Video Game)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Sol & Original Female Character, Sym & Original Female Character, Sol & Tangent (I Was a Teenage Exocolonist), Marz & Tangent (I Was a Teenage Exocolonist), Dys & Sol (I Was a Teenage Exocolonist), Dys & Sym (I Was a Teenage Exocolonist), Dys & Tangent (I Was a Teenage Exocolonist)
Characters: Original Female Character(s), Sol (I Was a Teenage Exocolonist), Cal (I Was a Teenage Exocolonist), Sym (I Was a Teenage Exocolonist), Tangent (I Was a Teenage Exocolonist), Marz (I Was a Teenage Exocolonist), Dys (I Was a Teenage Exocolonist), Original Male Character(s), Ensemble Cast - Character
Additional Tags: Post canon, Future Fic, Next generation fic, Peace on Vertumna Ending, Coastal Colony, Sibling Estrangement, Grief and the ways it (and love) find you again and again, Generational Trauma, Viridescent: I love my sister and my colony and this whole planet FUCK WITH ME, Aromanticism, Polyamory, This growing up thing is really hard :<, coming of age story
Series: Part 8 of children’s work
Summary:
Come home, all is forgiven, just come home. I love you still. I fucking hate your guts and I hope you die. One more chance, that's all I ask, you're the only family I have left. I can go weeks or months without thinking of you. Sometimes I wish nobody had stopped me and you'd died screaming knowing I'd poisoned you.
You and I are so alike, both of us willing to kill the thing we hated. The two of us, biting the hand that feeds.
--
Years pass, and the Vertumna colony moves on. Tangent, well, she tries to.
Happy Hallowe'en here's a spooky treat for all of you: THE PASSAGE OF TIME. Here's Tangent, dealing with a bunch of things: grief, estrangement, middle age. Hope u liek it <3
"Flulu will support you," Cal chews his lip, "right? She's your Mom?"
Mm. Not necessarily. "Mom will put Geoponics before me," Solidarity shrugs, "it's what I'd do in her place. So I need a good plan, or she'll tell me not to do it."
Tammy frowns. "…I don't think Anne will back anything that has the chance of raising internal tensions in the colony," she gives Solidarity a worried look, "she's losing enough sleep over people fighting each other as it is. She says Cirrus keeps getting in fights and I think she'd be scared of reprisal if it doesn't work."
Perversely, it's a relief to hear. "If I know in advance," Solidarity tells her, "that does make things easier for us. I understand where she's coming from, but being blunt, Cirrus will keep getting in fights while it's acceptable for the Garrison to bully anyone they don't like the look of."
I really liked writing this scene. Both Cal and Tammy have their own perspective here. I've seen misinterpret Anne's refusal to give her vote until you have a majority as cowardice, but IMO the person in charge of looking after the colony's most vulnerable would want a coup to either work or not happen. If Sol has the majority, she says something like...they're serious about this.
I feel like the Quarters characters kinda get done dirty so I really enjoy exploring their motives and interests and what they get out of the work they do. I *really* enjoyed Tammy outlining her practical concerns and clashing overtly with Cal's ideological ones in a way that gives him pause.
My mental health's been in the toilet lately so I've been playing with my touys (my snippets dump for Children's Work) and some of them are cute and silly so here is a treatie. chapter 3 of shame on me baby is...70% done! in a couple of weeks, hopefully, and then I can finish rather be six feet under than be lonely, and then there is a Flulu-POV B-side because someone (ao3 user McKitten if you're reading this...) said they wanted more Sol-Flulu momence.
self indulgent OC slop below the cut. no beta no problem
"You know," Grady says, "you don't have to walk me all the way to my door. It's like…right there."
Nimbus stops, as if somewhat surprised to realise they've reached his front door. "I mean, I don't have to," he concedes, matter of fact, "but it's thirty more seconds before the night is over."
By "the night", he means the date they're both on. With each other. Because Grady had got sick of waiting and wishing and worrying whether he'd meant something he said or if she was reading too much into something he'd said and just said do you want to go to the movie night at Rex's bar together. as like a date. it's fine if you don't, I just thought—
And then Nimbus had said yes, and he'd also said thirty more seconds like thirty more seconds in her company was something worth trying to steal away. Nimbus just says these things in complete understated earnest.
She likes Nimbus a lot. Grady wants all his quiet sincerity to amount to something, and she has tried very hard not to want anything too badly. Historically, everything she wants is not for her.
Can't you be a little more serious, Grady. Don't tell me you spent nanoprinter credits on that, Grady. Don't you think that's a little much, Grady—
Except, increasingly, there is a very reasonable voice at the back of her head that sounds a lot like Nimbus on her bad days and on her good days just sounds like herself, that says but what if I can. What if I try. What if I ask for the things I want and the answer is yes, please, I'd love you to, I think you're capable, I think that's a great idea—
"Or we can just stand here," Nimbus smiles, "that's good too."
She's in dangerous territory, heart kicking in her chest, blood fizzing. It feels good. Nimbus is close enough that she has to tilt her head back to look him in the face.
Nimbus shrugs, diffident, palms turned out. "No," he says, one corner of his mouth pulling up, "but if this is it, then I'll live."
No. He's not satisfied, and Grady isn't either. She wants it all. She wants to laugh loudly and fail messily and taste victory. She wants the clothes she's too scared to wear and the responsibilities that might be too much and the boy who shouldn't logically want her.
But he does. He wants thirty seconds more of her company on this sultry Dust night. He wants to be on a date with her that isn't over, to steal a little more time. And if she can have him, if she goes through that door and finds he's hers, what else is possible?
Grady goes up on her tiptoes, and immediately regrets wearing flats instead of her cute impractical strappy heels. He's thirty centimetres taller. Fuck her whole and entire life.
"Grades?" Nimbus asks, lifting an eyebrow.
I want to kiss you. "Come here," she murmurs, fingers curling around the front of his jacket.
"Oh?" Nimbus tilts his head, then she sees him realise what she's asking. His eyes widen a fraction before dropping very obviously to her mouth. His lips part, exposing a set of small, sharp-looking fangs.
Grady wants, very badly, to know what those cute little fangs feel like pressed into her lower lip. For a terrible and wrenching second, she thinks she might have got it wrong, but then his arm is snaking around her waist.
In holofilms, nobody ever has to figure out how their bodies work together, it just happens. Instead, there's several awkward and wonderful seconds of Nimbus taking her weight so she can get right up on her tiptoes while he scrunches himself down to meet her, and they sort of bump noses trying to angle their heads the same way.
Grady's still laughing when their lips brush, one hand on the back of his neck and the other fisted in the fabric of his jacket. It's a soft, tentative kiss, Nimbus's mouth warm and careful against hers. When they part, Nimbus drops his head down to press their foreheads together, and the two of them just breathe for a moment.
"That was a very good thirty seconds," he murmurs, "satisfied?"
Far from it. You can't hunger for possibilities that haven't even entered your mind, but the door is open and several very delicious ideas are making themselves at home in Grady's imagination. Some of them she knows she doesn't want to be reality yet, but they're there, possible.
"No," Grady says, and kisses him again. She can feel Nimbus smiling against her mouth before he tilts his head to kiss her back, rather less tentatively this time. Stars, the little fangs do feel as nice as she thought they would.
Somewhere around the fourth or fifth kiss, Nimbus gently backs her against the wall. On the one hand, they're not longer embracing (boo) but on the other, one of his hands is tilting her head back and the other is on her waist, and she can feel the warmth through the thin fabric of her shirt. It's a very small extrapolation to what it might feel like skin-on-skin—
Nimbus's holopalm buzzes. "Shit," he says, breathless and wide-eyed, "I didn't realise what the time was. That's the alarm that tells me to stop what I'm doing and go to bed."
Grady pauses. Her hindbrain heard "bed", and has some very lewd suggestions. "We both have to go to work tomorrow. We should probably…stop."
"Yeah," Nimbus kisses her one more time, then straightens up, "well. I mean — stars. Okay. Are we…can we be dating? I would like for—"
"Yes," Grady grins, "goodnight, Nimbus."
Nimbus' face splits into a massive, toothy grin for a moment, then he opens his front door and darts inside. She hears a muffled thud shortly after. He's probably lying on the floor. Nerd.
Back in her own room, in the dark, Grady curls up under the covers and brushes her fingers over her lips. Everything that just happened, happened to her.
—
Nimbus: 🥰🥰🥰
Anterograde: Haha hi there 💋
Nimbus: if i were to stop in rq what are my odds of getting another kiss?
Anterograde: Quick smooch over the bar all but guaranteed.
Anterograde: I just heard a thump are you on the roof.
Nimbus: perhaps
Anterograde: Better come and get that kiss, then.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 2/?
Fandom: I Was a Teenage Exocolonist (Video Game)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Anemone/Sol (I Was a Teenage Exocolonist), Marz & Sol (I Was a Teenage Exocolonist), Cal & Sol (I Was a Teenage Exocolonist), Sol & Tammy (I Was a Teenage Exocolonist), Sol & Sym (I Was a Teenage Exocolonist), Sol & Vace (I Was a Teenage Exocolonist)
Characters: Sol (I Was a Teenage Exocolonist), Anemone (I Was a Teenage Exocolonist), Vace (I Was a Teenage Exocolonist), Marz (I Was a Teenage Exocolonist)
Additional Tags: Governor Plotline, Coup Plotline, Canon Divergent, Past Life Memories, Butch Farm-girl Sol, Sol Is Making Some Decisions Here, Canon Retelling, little an insurrection, Don't worry: it's going to end well!, I HAVE THOUGHTS. TAKE MY HAND
Series: Part 2 of firestarters
Summary:
It's a beautiful day, utterly cloudless. She unzips her jacket and takes it off, before lying down. The grass prickles against her back and shoulders.
"I don't know why you wanted me to stay so badly," Dys says abruptly, "all this is a lost cause."
Solidarity opens an eye. "Piss off with all that," she says, "we're not having this argument again. It's only a lost cause if you give up on it."
--
Solidarity rehashes an argument. Dys frets. Anemone contemplates the future.
Hello sickos and yuri enjoyers its ya boy with more lesbians. eat up.
