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Main Points:
Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Summary: Arden takes his first steps to become who he was always meant to be.
Word Count: 215
Rating: Teen

          Jenna raises an eyebrow as Mihai sits down next to her in the cafeteria, bold as you please. It’s clear she’s nowhere near as confident as she appears, but she’s hoping that if she just acts that way, it’ll be enough to fool them.
          “So, how are we on hate crimes?” the Eagle asks cheerfully, and that, Jenna decides, rates both eyebrows.
          “Sadly, in most cases, it’s out of our jurisdiction. It’s certainly not tolerated, if that’s what you’re asking. The name ‘Arden’ was chosen for a reason; the Eagle could be male or female, and no one will question.” From the way Arden makes a face, though, that was not the true worry—and if so, what other quality would she be concerned about?
          “...If you’re transfem or non-heterosexual, it’s not as if you are alone, here,” she guesses, quietly, and Arden blushes deeply and splutters a bit.
          “I am not transfem, I just—” she hisses and looks away, all bravado gone.
          “You are the Eagle. If you want hormones or surgery, you can have them,” she tells Arden plainly, and from the look of shock and sheer want quickly concealed...well.
          Marsh is probably going to complain, again, about a waste of time, but better the Eagle be comfortable in his own skin.

Current Mood: post-vaccine
Current Music: Buoyancy - Subnautica OST

pre-transition Alexandria (so some misgendering, not that anyone knows that)

Main Points:
Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Summary: The 22nd Eagle isn't exactly what they expected.
Word Count: 270
Rating: Teen

         “I am the daughter of nobodies. I am nobody. What do you people want from me?” She’s scared, Jenna thinks, before the reality of that fact hits her. She’s scared. She’s a young girl who’s been kidnapped, as far as she knows, by enemies who want who knows what from her, and Marsh is hardly helping, as intimidating as he is and glaring at her.
         So she kneels in front of the young lady, trying not to crowd her. “You are what some might call a bastard, but Harris was not your father. We have been seeking you to execute your father’s will for a long time.”
         She looks a little less scared, a little more thoughtful, as she stares at her hands.
         “I know it’s hard to believe you are probably the case of adultery…” Marsh begins, and she shakes her head.
         “That’s...actually the least surprising thing here,” she corrects. She smiles and straightens up a little. It’s not as if she actually trusts them, though Marsh is acting as if she is. But then, maybe this is a good thing—this kind of watchful, wary frame of mind can only keep her alive. “I, um. I’ve got friends, here. Can you…?”
         “I’ll order a few teams to keep a discreet eye on them,” Jenna assures her, and she nods and stands.
         “Willow Rosenberg, Jesse McNally. Thanks.” They already know those names from the surveillance, but then, she probably knows that. Knows that if they mean ill, there’s little she can do.
         “We should get going,” Marsh growls, and she just...raises an eyebrow at Jenna. She’ll fit right in.

Current Mood: blah
Current Music: Absence - TBFM

this is inspired by phantom (syfy), xander’s AFAB, with the new name Arden Mihai, post series. Do not ask where it came from I don’t know. That being said, I don’t think it’s as weird as Primordium. I think JealousyFree!Xander sets the bar of weird for me.
he’s got a somewhat uncontrolled form of psychometry, only he doesn’t just get impressions from objects—people and places sometimes trigger it too. Other than that 90% of what he does is sheer tech and connections.
Jenna is basically the Guran; she is there to give any and all support needed. The hero is one created by the Kalderash Romani to protect all those not given a place in society. They have put down a few facilities, but the main facility is a really, really fancy boat.
The “Vandy” is Caleb Marsh, take that how you will.

Main Points:
Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Summary: Arden spots a name and face he used to know, but then, he's changed a lot since he knew Willow, since he used to be called Alexandria.
Word Count: 455
Rating: Teen

( recruitment day )

Current Mood: accomplished
Current Music: Disinformation - Avery Alexander

( A/N rambling )

Current Mood: yare yare

As expected writing the essay + getting my second vaccine shot (yay!) ate into my writing time (boo!) so Shadowed Suspicion will be late again this week, probably. So rather than rushing it I'm going to post now and see about maybe getting it by tomorrow, assuming it doesn't knock me out of the game for a bit.

Some discussion of the Chase Cult, so warning for cultish things & similarities/differences to real-world cults (violence, control, harrassment).

( by now you know the drill )

Current Mood: thoughtful

Takes place as Natsukawa|Renyo totally was serious about making Miyamoto|Xander a Matriarch in the events of A Cup Overflows and Phoenix Spirit (so after those two).

( Cast of Characters )

( Background Notes )
( Definitions )
Miyamoto's irezumi might be of note here.
As I'm typing I'm realizing that when I finally finish Shadowed Suspicion and start porting a lot of this stuff to Ao3 I might just have to have a chapter of notes before the actual fic. I love what I'm doing with my life, but what am I doing with my life.
More author's notes: background notes
Fic-specific notes: So, uh. Length. Buckle in, everybody, this is gonna be a ride.
There's also another really long fic coming on the Slayer's Mad Whelp side of things, but I've got a fight and a setup chapter before that because I'm actually posting those in order.
Title is totally a Shadow reference.

Main Points:
Buffy/Yakuza AU (Bloody Petals)
Chapter Summary: The making of a Matriarch.
Word Count: 5935
Rating: Teen
Warning: Nothing specific, but there's a lot going on in this fic--Not-Majima Miyamoto being Not-Majima Miyamoto, unhealthy internalization, panic attacks, violence, curses, weird sexual stuff, probably mental health issues...

( joining the legends )

Current Mood: accomplished
Current Music: Receive You Tech Trance Arrange - Yakuza 0 OST

Main Points:
Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Iron Man Crossover (Self-Made Hero)
Summary: Xander recruits Ms. Calendar and Willow for Project Imagine.
Word Count: 560
Rating: Gen

           It’s a shock when Xander waits after class for Miss Calendar, even more so because he’s not actually in her class. He’d been getting weird looks from Willow the entire class period.
           “What did you want, Xander?” Jenny asks once all students but Willow have filed out.
           He hesitates, and the brief look of disgust that comes over Willow’s face makes her worry.
           He sees her expression and quickly flicks his gaze to Willow’s, and whatever he sees there makes him actually chuckle. “Eww. I mean…not. That’s rude. But you’re Giles’ girl, only, which, did I mention, super neat? But the last teacher I had a crush on turned out to be a preying mantis demon that wanted to eat me, so call my teacher kink completely and utterly retired. No, I just.” He walks to the door and closes it, giving the two women time to get over their embarrassment. And probably because he’s worried about saying whatever this is when anyone can walk past, which is a kind of subtlety Jenny has yet to see from any of the so-called Scoobies and certainly hadn’t expected from Xander.
           “Okay, here it is, cards on the table. You knew about the whole Ethan Rayne Halloween thing, right?” He barely gives her time to nod before he barrels on. “Okay, Tony Stark. Multiple Tony Starks, actually, in my brain. I am going nuts without the internet or working smartphones or anything else. I’m seriously going into withdrawal. So, priorities, jumpstart computer development before I lose my mind and go full supervillain out of insanity. Given the grand scale of this miracle I’m asking for, I probably need to incorporate a few magical touches, which is where you come in. I’ve got a little memory-type experience from one of the Tonys about integrating magic and science but it’s theoretical comic-booky knowledge, and I know it doesn’t exactly work as intended because I tried it when the disclaimer said ‘do not try this at home’. So.”
           Willow looks unhappy, but it actually takes Jenny a few moments to actually parse the wall of words. At which point she blinks, disapproving for a reason she’ll figure out later.
           “You want to…what?” she asks.
           “Imagine being able to just type a phrase you don’t know in and the computer will explain it to you. Imagine being able to connect to people all over the world with just a few taps of keys. Imagine a platform full of cute kitty videos to make a bad day better. Imagine being able to buy things with your computer without leaving your house. Imagine being able to play games with people all over the world.”
           He pauses when he sees Jenny and Willow staring at him with wide, anticipatory eyes.
           He smirks, holding his hands up, engaging Salesman Mode. “Imagine being able to call someone and see them talk in real time. Imagine being able to access all of this from something you can hold in your hand.”
           “I’ll help,” Willow instantly volunteers. “As long as I get one.”
           “Deal.” He turns to Jenny.
           “I’ll see what I can do.” One of them has to be realistic, even if that mainly involves acting as the semi-mature adult.
           “Hey, what else could I ask for?” he asks, grinning in a way that wouldn’t be entirely out of place on TV.

Current Mood: stressed
Current Music: Fastlane - The Internet

Main Points:
Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Iron Man Crossover (Self-Made Hero)
Summary: Experiment, note results, adjust, experiment again. (Also, the one where Jenny accidentally makes a pun.)
Word Count: 410
Rating: Gen
Note: Dr. Strange does not appear in this fic, but it does strongly reference the Sorceror Supreme and how magic works there, so that's why it's listed.

         Miss Calendar’s still staring at him in shock and he shrugs halfheartedly, dismissing the mandala-shaped shields.
         “But…” she protests.
         “I can actually do the whip, too, but it’s harder to hold.” He demonstrates, pulling a glowing golden form of light into a long, lethal line and whipping it at a vase. It fizzles out in midair. “My senses for magic are a lot better, so if we ever run into something and wonder, ‘hey, is this a potentially lethal magical artifact’, I can tell, but in the meantime combat’s something I’ve gotta work on. I mean, you can use a shield as a weapon—look at Cap—but it’s not the easiest to maintain.”
         She continues making fishlike faces at him and finally says helplessly, “But that’s not how magic works.”
         “I have a theory about that, actually,” he continues, like it’s nothing. The Sorceror Supreme in his head finished the majority, but after a few of the other Tonys got over their kneejerk ‘I hate magic’ reactions, their curiosity led to them hanging out in what he’s designated the main room of his mind. And once they got the concept that magic followed rules, they decided it worked as well as an alternate science (thanks Arthur C.) and were enthusiastic about learning all the rules, just to prove that it wasn’t random nonsense. “Chaos magic is designed to bend the normal rules. Of magic, too, or it wouldn’t be chaotic. In the Marvel Universe, magic is what happens when you draw on the power of other dimensions. It doesn’t matter what’s possible here, what’s important is that it’s possible somewhere else. My magic, I think, works off that principle. So I don’t think I can learn traditional magic, which is kinda why I came to you and not Giles for this stuff, because that’s rules for this realm and not for the one my magic’s actually based off. The whip, we think, goes out like a bad firecracker because it’s gotten too far away from me, and is suddenly having to conform to the rules of this world. I can probably stabilize it if I focus it somehow and/or get stronger or a better power source, but right now that would take my life force and probably kill me, so I don’t think I wanna try.”
         She continues to stare at him, gobsmacked, and then shakes her head. “You’re a marvel.”
         He smirks. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

Current Mood: weird
Current Music: Stiff Kittens - Blaqk Audio