Don’t watch episodes of Kill la Kill and Steven Universe on the same day. Things will get weird.
So, like. Vorkosigan Saga and Homestuck. Where to start.
Of course, there’s multiple ways to swing the crossover— can you imagine immortal gods Jade and John and Rose and Dave futzing around in their created universe, and Rose takes interest in a particular funny little man who keeps changing the course of history? Or, of course, they could be born to the universe— Rose and Dave are suave galactics of some sort (I’m leaning towards Betan Rose), Jade’s a wildcat wormhole jumper, John could be from anywhere and his derps would remain derptastic.
You could have humanity’s first contact with aliens be between the Cetagandan empire and HIC’s flagship. You could have the Midnight Crew as a minor but rising House on Jackson’s Whole, in direct competition with the Felt. You could have the trolls as a whole be Barrayaran, instead of alien, set something during the Cetagandan invasion…
THERE ARE TOO MANY OPTIONS WE SHOULD TALK ABOUT ALL OF THEM
(also Rose/By is still an amazing idea wow)
HIC is some ghem-governor’s haut-wife. their planet’s wormhole collapsed like Barrayar’s did. so she took over and started engineering ghem who could survive long enough to pilot a STL starship back to the nexus. Without the Star Creche to keep an eye on things, she got all kinds of experimental.
I can completely see this, and, of course they married her off to some distant colony’s governance, HIC would fit into actual haut society so badly. (Can you see her putting up with floating around in a shield bubble, no one looking upon her fabulous bling? I can’t.) She might’ve been angry with the loss of tech access, being cut off, but on the other hand, shell yeah kids, let the fun begin. She’s got a whole planet to play with, and nothing but time.
But I also want to see troll ships warping into human space and both sides being like, now what the fuck is going on here.
Trolls consider Betan hermaphrodites the only “normal” human gender because sexual dimorphism, wtf is that about
A bunch of poorly-drawn Amethysts
Woah. Is there a backstory behind this? Can I have one?
The backstory is that when Sollux is buried deep within the troll city (okay, it’s more of a town), coding hundreds-of-years-old software into submission while Equius tries to re-jig a sentry bot to move on four legs instead of three, he drinks a lot of soda. A lot of questionable, ancient soda flavoured with strontium-90 (and regular nuka-cola, which has picked up its own radioactive dose after long exposure in the wasteland). That he hasn’t died or turned into a ghoul yet is a testament to his extensively altered genetics.
Homestuck and… Fallout? If you’re wondering if there’s a fic or something, there’s not, really, it’s just me/saeto15/lizardlicks going “OH OH WHAT IF TROLLS WERE A MUTANT FALLOUT RACE”. We made them mirelurk crossbreeds (who get more mirelurk-y as they ascend the hemospectrum). (see here, also here)
The last background sucked, so instead, more (crabby, one-eyed) cattes.
Today my grandma turned 90 years old. Born in the dustbowl of 1924, outside the tiny Manitoba town of Baldur (yes, after that Baldur), she grew up on a farm on which the high point of Christmastime was each of many siblings receiving an orange in their stocking. During the war she worked on the Winnipeg army base where she met and married my grandfather.
To give you an idea of the kind of lady my grandma is, let me tell a story: at a base party soon after the war, she and my grandfather (it may or may not have been the halloween party where they went dressed as each other) were dancing on a table. She’d picked something up that she realized—too late, as it flew out of her hand—was a box of talcum powder. It exploded all over her boss.
(she invited her up to dance with them.)
Sky too cloudy to make out more than faint blur of lunar eclipse: booooo
Alief: In philosophy and psychology, an alief is an automatic or habitual belief-like attitude, particularly one that is in tension with a person’s explicit beliefs.
Aliefs are what make us cry about fictional characters, though we know they aren’t real. They’re why people might refuse to eat a catbox cake. They’re what make your brain go DON’T GO IN THERE, IT’S HAUNTED, Even when you know ghosts aren’t real, either. Your instincts shove your conscious mind out of the way. I had no idea there was a term for this.