Two headcanons, one potentially spoilery: Kieran is a demiromantic bisexual, Simon is a biromantic homosexual, and Amy refuses to label herself because people are her thing in general. Second: Amy was the true first, but when they both rose up, it was within seconds of the first strike of midnight - meaning they are basically "twins" when it comes to being the First and the only way to make the Dead Prophet's prophecy come to pass was to kill them both at the same time.
SPOILER ALERT for anyone on my dash who hasn’t watched s2 yet!
I love the idea of the main characters all having different sexualities and preferences, especially ones that aren’t usually seen in the media! I totally agree that Amy would hate to label herself, she definitely seems the type. And Kieren’s and Simon’s make a lot of sense! I’m a fan of asexual and panromantic Kieren myself, mostly because I’m asexual, and pan preferences are so often neglected when it comes to media representation. But your ideas are awesome too, and I can totally see Simon having a sexual preference for men while also being able to be in a romantic relationship with women. :)
And WOW, that second one is perfect, actually! It would make sense considering the B&B owner (I forget her name at the moment) claimed she saw Amy rise first when Kieren said he had risen first. An interesting idea, I hope they explain a little more about that should we get a third season. <3
Thanks so much, these were great! Anyone have another ITF headcanon they’d like to share?
You deserve the kindness! You're really nice to everyone else, so why not pay it back?
I live by the belief that you should always treat people well until they give you a reason not to, and even then you should endeavour to at least be civil when dealing with them. I don't expect rewards or anything for being nice to people, but I absolutely do appreciate it when people say nice things to me out of the blue.
But hey, thank you guys for being awesome to me, I really do love being told that I'm doing a good job about being nice to people!
Actually it’s been something I’ve been trying to get off the ground for a while now
The channel name is ThatYellowFinch and it doesn’t have anything right now but I’ve been wanted to do several things with it
Let’s Plays and other video game videos
Podcasts
An animated webseries (I’m working on the script for that)
News videos
Vlogs of the members of the channel
Such like that
And I really want most of the people working on the channel to be female. Not that I’m against males or will turn them down if they apply I just really want this to be a place where girls can see female gamers of all different types. That’s not the main goal but it’s one of them.
So my friend and I were talking about Yorkalina and how we refused to accept York's death and this is a sort of drabble thing that came out of it.
"Thanks for fillin' me in, D," York replied hastily, "Is there any way you can restart 'em?"
"No, but it is possible for me to plot us a landing course that will result in minimal damage. We will probably survive."
"Do it." Chorus. Well, so far the planet seemed to want him dead, and he hadn't even touched down yet. It was apparently in the middle of a civil war, but this was where the ship Carolina was on had crashed, and he hadn't spent years trying to track her down to give up because of a little thing like a war. The forest rose up to meet them as the Pelican crashed into the trees, splintering trunks and cutting a scar into the landscape.
"Well," York said, rolling his neck as he crawled out of the wreck, "I guess we won't be getting out of here that way. Now, let's find some civilization and hope they don't try to kill us."
The hike through the forest was uneventful at least. No signs of life, but he looked at it as this: if there wasn't anyone around, there wasn't anyone trying to kill him. Just when he started to relax, thinking he could see some buildings in the distance, he saw a shimmer of cloaking technology and a group of soldiers clad in white armour, guns raised and pointed at him. He immediately raised his hands.
"I am Agent Foxtrot-Twelve, New York of Project Freelancer. I am unarmed and have crash landed on this planet. I am not here to cause harm." The words came automatically, his training for potentially hostile situations kicking in.
"Freelancer? Wasn't that what the chick in blue said she was?"
"Nah man, it was more like an aquamarine. But yeah, she definitely used the word Freelancer."
The two soldiers may not have realised it, but they had just given York the best news he could have heard. "I surrender myself into your custody," he said, "Can you take me to see the other Freelancer?"
"Oh yeah...we can take you to her alright."
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The soldiers shoved him into the dingy cell, his tan armour making a racket on the stone floor.
"Enjoy your new room mate," they said, chuckling.
"What'd they haul you in for?" came a familiar voice.
"...'Lina?" York said, barely believing his ears.
"Look I don't know how you know who I am, but only one person got to call me that, and he's long dead," Carolina said, her voice taking on a hard edge as she spoke. York raised his head to look at her. He couldn't see her face, but the helmet, the colour...
It was her.
"'Lina! It's me, York!" he said, pulling off his helmet to show her his face, he was smiling that easy, half-cocked smile he always had when she was around. Even Delta materialised. Maybe to provide more proof it was him, maybe because some of York's affection for the woman had bled over to his programming. He didn't know, and he had a feeling neither did D.
The smile was immediately punched off his face.
"What the fuck are you doing here York?" she asked. She wasn't angry. No, she was /furious/.
"What are you talking about, Carolina? I came to find you."
"I thought you were DEAD! I thought you were dead and I thought the last time I'd ever see you would be on the Mother of Invention, and now you show up here like nothing's happened?! You better start talking. Now."
York did just that. He explained that after he was hit by Wyoming, his armour had gone into lockdown mode and his healing unit had kicked in, leaving him in a coma. Delta had made a backup of himself inside the suit's systems and masked his vitals so when Washington came to collect him, he would think York had died and it would give him a chance to get under the Project's radar, find away to stop the Meta and take down the Director.
"Only by the time I'd gotten everything together, I'd heard you and Wash and some sim troopers had already done all the work. I started tracking you after that, and it led me here. I'm sorry, 'Lina. I really am, but I couldn't risk the Meta or the Director finding out I was still alive."
Carolina didn't say anything for a long time, but her expression softened, and she muttered, "It's good to have you back, York." That was it, no heartwarming hug, no tears. That could come after they were out of here.
"So Boss," he said, his lopsided smile back on his face, "what kind of op are we looking at? Breakout and rejoin with Wash? I assume he's somewhere on this pile of dirt."
Carolina shook her head, "No, not yet. Wash and the sim troopers are in too much danger right now. These guys...they're bad people, York. Maybe worse than the Director. And there's this one guy, Locus. I don't know where they got him but he dangerous as all hell and they have him hunting the others."
"So we're taking these guys down then."
"Yep, and I'm gonna need a damn good infiltrator to do it."
"Funny you should mention. I happen to know someone perfect for the job."
