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goblinbugthing · 8 months

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PEN!!!!

oopsie didnt notice this, allergies want me dead

allow me to talk about my girls, the absolutes, since i dont do that enough even though i love them

(in reference to this post)

AUGH, my girls!!!!!! The four lovely little non-ladies that i accidentally made a magical girl group <3

There is so much wild lore behind these kiddos, but unfortunately, I can’t talk about all that shit because SO MANY SPOILERS FOR SOUL JOURNEY.

Ahem. Lemme actually talk about them now.

These four — Inifya, Mirror Inifya (Mira/Shini), Pura, and Nycto Tolaris — are a group of teenage Astrals with great powers that they rarely use outside of training. Instead of specifically following their destiny to become the next Four Heroes of Yore, they decide to create a band they call The Absolutes, because Void and Gala always refer to them as The Absolute Heroes. Gala is a massive history geek, and he knows quite a bit about the original Four Heroes of Yore, and the girls remind him of them quite a bit. Void themself says that they are the originals reborn, which they very well may be, seeing Pura’s absolutely insane abilities as a Void-Born Astral. (That means she was created in the Void, AKA Nebulis’ homeland/realm/test area, not that she was created by Void. Those are Galactics.)

They’re still much too young to begin their duties as Star Warriors, Ini, Mira, and Pura being 15 and Nycto being 13, and the first few are still in their training stages (Nycto is a fast learner — striking reflection of her… father? Of Elfilis. I guess they’d be the dad, since Gen carried her, or something like that. Genetics are fucking weird, especially when it comes to Astrals), so they haven’t been officially titled as Holy Knights yet, but they will be eventually.

Now it’s time to talk about them as separate characters!

First of, Ini. She's the future daughter of Kirby, and her name is kind of obviously based on the word infinity, and the concept of naming her ‘infinity’ comes from— actually, I can’t say that, that’s afterstory stuff. Just know her name has some deeper connections past being based on the word ‘infinity’.

Anyway, they’re the future Warrior of Soul. When they come of age and are officially knighted, they’ll be titled Absolute Infinity Hero, Soul Knight Inifya. Here’s an excerpt from their section of a little “history book” about the Four Heroes i wrote a while back:

(By the way, Lord Yk is Nebulis, aka the son-daughter-child of Galactica, who is THE God, but nobody in-multiverse really knows about Them and think Nebs is THE God. Which isn’t necessarily wrong, I guess)

As I said before, these girls have SO many K:SJ spoilers attached to them. That’s what makes them so fun to talk about though, I get to be mysterious and vague and tease things and put foreshadowing everywhere.

ANYWAY. The censored stuff is all regarding their Big Crazy Ability that I can’t mention bc they inherited it from Kirby, who uses it in the climax of the fic that I might not even finish. All you gotta know is it’s incredibly strong, and absolutely terrifying. Which makes it awesome. I wish I could talk about it, but it’s existence is a major plot point, so I can’t. Major L for me.

Next is Mira! She’s the future daughter of Shadow Kirby, and is younger than her main-universe counterpart by about 10 minutes, since Void helped with the creation of the two, building their bodies and Souls from scratch. Gotta love being a creator entity, being able to do shit like that.

She’s got the same name origins as Ini, and the same abilities as them, but she prefers using her Dream magic over her Soul magic, and she’s the future Warrior of Dreams. When they’re older and knighted, they’ll be titled Absolute Dreamscape Hero, Mare Knight Shini (or Mare Knight Mira). Here’s an excerpt from her section in the same “history book”:

(The Eterna Hero is Galacta’s predecessor, as in he was supposed to be a recreation of her. She was also capable of using this Big Crazy Ability that I can’t name bc spoilers. She’s shown off more in two oneshots I made titled MERCY, which is about her death, and Once So Great, which is from her mourning friend’s point of view 17 million years later. Read them if you like!)

The censored stuff here is also regarding the Big Crazy Ability. I’ve just now decided that I’m going to make a google doc with everything about K:SJ like I’m doing with my hollow knight AUs so I can get all this information out of me and have a reference for if I ever keep working on the fic.

Ok Pura time!!!!! She’s the future Warrior of Heart, and she was created by Nebulis from excess positive emotions, and since she doesn’t have any biological parents, she was taken in by Elfilis and Fiktra and raised as their eldest daughter. Because she’s a Void-born Heart Matter Astral, she is incredibly powerful and very likely the only one of her kind, so she has nobody to properly train her to use her abilities. The only two Heart Matter Astrals around who can train her are Galacta and Kirby, but they’re both Heart-Soul hybrids, Kirby’s busy being the only active Star Warrior in Gamble Galaxy, and Gala is nowhere near as powerful as her, so she’s kinda stuck when it comes to abilities only she has.

When she’s knighted she’ll get the title of Absolute Heartbeat Hero, Halo Knight Pura. Because of her Heart-matter origins, she’s a very kind and compassionate person, and it takes a lot to piss her off. If you manage to make her mad, you’ve dun fucked up and I suggest you run. Aside from those very incredibly rare moments, she’s the sweetest kid in the universe. A very forgive-and-forget type person, with almost no exceptions.

As usual here’s an excerpt from the fake history book:

Wow, nothing needed to be censored this time! Incredible!

I’m currently working on redesigning her, and the base design is almost done!! Yey :)

FINALLY. We have Nycto Tolaris, the youngest of the four. She’s the future biological daughter of Elfilis and Genesis Fiktra, and the future Warrior of Dark, and she’s the most well-trained out of all the girls. She already knows all known techniques of Dark Matter combat, and has begun doing her own stuff, combining her Dream magic with her Dark magic to create incredibly powerful and sometimes mind-breaking attacks. Trust me, you don’t want to get caught in one of her storms. You will die, or lose your mind in the best-case scenario. Her battle skills are insane.

Once she's grown and knighted, she'll gain the title Absolute Shadow Hero, Hollow Knight Nycto Tolaris. Yes, that is a hollow knight reference. Currently, with her quick learning and her already knowing what she’s doing, she’s the most combat efficient of the Absolutes, and also the most terrifying. Dark Matter and Dream Matter combined is fucking crazy when you know how to use the magic. Inducing night terrors, causing hallucinations, breaking your mind and essentially exploding your brain without even touching you — Dark-Dream Matter Astrals are incredibly powerful and are absolutely fucking horrifying to fight. I suggest avoiding negative confrontation with Nycto at all costs.

Something something history book excerpt:

Aaand that’s all of them! Damn this took a while to write. I’m gonna return to my hollow knight insanity now, and eat my ice cream. French vanilla good. Yummy

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artificialqueens · 10 months

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🏳️‍🌈 Galactica, Chapter 108 (Group Fic) - TheDane/Veronica

A/N: Click here if you’re looking for previous chapters (or here if you’d rather read on AO3). 💫

Previously: Bianca fired Raven from a Marie Claire photoshoot for talking shit about Courtney. Aurora was called in as a pinch-hitter when Raja rejected Violet’s Met Gala pitches. The Galactica Fashion Week Show went off beautifully.

This Chapter: Raven throws a tantrum, and Aurora steps up to the plate.

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“…So then I stepped into the light, and I swear I could hear a pin drop in the room. It was like…even more than a gasp. Just the entire crown taking this collective breath and holding it until I put my first foot forward,” Raven said, eyes sparkling.

“Mmhmm.” Juju nodded, sipping her decaf latte and glancing quickly at her phone. Meeting Raven for coffee before work was always risky. She wanted to catch up with her friend, of course, but Raven tended to let time get away from her, not quite realizing that Juju’s schedule was a bit less flexible than her own. Luckily, she was too deep in her own story to notice Juju’s split-second distraction from her recap.

“Then, as I began to walk the runway, they all slowly exhaled, still not making a sound, every single pair of eyes on me. It was just absolutely exhilarating.”

“Sounds like it!”

“I wish you were there,” Raven pouted.

“Me too,” Juju said. “But this week is big money for me. It basically paid Kelly’s tuition this spring.”

“Get them coins, Mama.”

“You know it. And De was there repping the family. Although I’m not sure how much good that did. He said that Fame nearly took off his head for mentioning Bianca in front of the Vogue reporter.”

“With good reason!” Raven exclaimed, shaking her head. “What possessed him to nearly ruin a lovely evening by bringing up that cunt’s name-”

“Raven.”

“What?! Don’t fucking tell me you’re still staying neutral, Juju.”

“I am, and you know this; I’ve said all along that I’m not taking sides-” Juju could feel her ears heating up, her stomach twisting as Raven’s eyes grew cold. She knew this already, why was she acting like this was new information?

“No! I knew you weren’t taking sides when it was about her and Fame and their petty bullshit. When it was about Bianca fucking some nobody assistant who she’s gonna get bored of in a month, leaving some dumb dinner early, whatever else Fame was salty about. Blah blah, we all know they’ll make up as soon as Bianca ditches the prosti-tot. Hashtag who cares.”

Juju rolled her eyes. “Your compassion is-”

“Shut up, you know what I mean. This is not about that anymore! I don’t care about that. She fired me, Juju. Fired me, in front of a bunch of fucking people!”

“I know, Rave, but-”

“Did you just say ‘but’?” Raven looked like she could murder Juju in cold blood. This was getting extremely out of hand.

“Look, I know how horrible that was, I’m not denying that or arguing with you. What I’m thinking about is what a fucking bummer it is when a group of friends is fractured. Maybe I’m being selfish. Because I hate this. I hated the last time it happened, with Jinkx. You weren’t around then, but…I just want this to get solved because…” Juju took a deep breath. “Rave, you can’t imagine how quickly weeks turn into months, and months turn into years. You know?”

Juju bit her lip, hoping that Raven would understand. She wasn’t sure she did, since Raven was still glaring at her.

“What?” she asked tentatively, aware she might be opening up another whole can of worms.

“How can you even think to talk to me about ‘solving things’ with that fucking cunt?! Where is your loyalty?”

Juju sighed, closing her eyes. “Rave-”

“No, because, I told you what happened,” Raven said, getting ready to launch into the saga once again, which Juju was not looking forward to in the slightest. “She humiliated me for no reason, out of pure spite-”

“Okay-”

“All I said was some totally benign things about what her dumb sugar baby was wearing, or something, I don’t even remember because they were such like, random throwaway comments-”

“Rave-”

Of course, Juju had dragged the story out of Bianca, too, because Raven’s version seemed…incomplete, to say the least. Juju loved her friend, but an innocent victim she was not. And Bianca’s version, as expected, was completely different. At first, she acted like it was no big deal, something that was over and done with. A simple case of Raven being unprofessional and that was that. Holding a grudge? Not the great Bianca Del Rio! But as she told the story, it became pretty clear how hurt and angry she was over the whole incident as well.

Juju was pretty sure the truth was somewhere in between their two stories, as usual.

“And she totally lost it, screaming in my face and throwing her weight around like some big shot to show off to her stupid girlfriend! Plus, she totally intimidated the Galactica staff into going along with it since none of them ranked high enough to stand up to her-”

“Rave, please-” This part about intimidating the Galactica staff was new. It seemed that, true to Raven fashion, the story was growing more and more elaborate each time she told it. Some people’s anger faded over time, but Raven’s seemed to grow, strengthened by the myths that she told herself to fuel the rage.

“She literally had security throw me out of the building!” Raven said, her voice shrill now, attracting attention from some of the others, which was the last thing Juju wanted, “Like I probably had bruises on my arm where-”

“Raven! Stop!”

Raven finally stopped talking, her face a picture of betrayal as she stared at Juju, aghast.

“I…I’m sorry. I know it was awful for you, and I hate that it happened, but I can’t listen to this story anymore-”

“Are you fucking serious-”

“Yeah! Yeah, I am, because I love you, I love you so much, but every time you tell it, it gets more and more over the top, and I’m not gonna sit here and pretend to hate one of my oldest friends just because your idea of loyalty is an ass-kisser who smiles and nods at you. That’s not me, it never has been, and-”

Raven stood up, practically knocking her chair over in the process, snatching up her things and tossing her fur wrap over her shoulder.

“Get fucked, Juju,” she hissed, before turning on her heel and flouncing away.

Juju sighed, putting her head in her hands. This was absolutely not how she planned to begin her day. Her phone began to buzz, and she answered, the twinge of a migraine beginning behind her left eye.

“Hey.”

“Hola!” chirped a sunny voice. Their new receptionist, who’d been pretty good so far. She was recommended for the job by Adore, of all people. Something about a friend of a cousin, or cousin of a friend, or cousin of a cousin. She wasn’t quite sure, but the girl was cheerful, pretty, and so far seemed competent. “Mrs. Drescher wants to know if she can come in at 10:15 instead of 10:45. Since she’s your first, I thought-”

Juju glanced at the clock. It would be tight, but she could make it. She reached into her bag for some Imitrex and said, “Tell her I’m on the way in and I’ll do my best, but it might be 10:20.”

“Will do! Gracias!”

Juju popped the pill into her mouth and swallowed it down with her latte. Before she left, she made sure to slip an extra $100 to the baristas. It wouldn’t guarantee their silence about any part of the tiff between her and Raven that they’d potentially overheard, but it might make them feel a bit less inclined to talk to the media. And Juju could be annoyed at Raven without wanting a story about a supermodel meltdown in a coffee shop to start circulating.

***

Aurora stood next to the rolling rack, a large portfolio folder under her arm, her heart beating so fast and loud, she may as well have been in an off license with a fake ID instead of outside Raja Gemini’s office, waiting to present her Met Gala looks.

She had nearly shit herself with fear when Trixie told her she’d be presenting alone, since he was out all morning and Raja had limited time in the office before leaving for London.

“You’ll be great,” he’d assured her, “And don’t worry. It’s not a formal presentation. Just show her what you have and take note of everything she says. You’re not expected to talk unless she asks you direct questions.”

‘Not talking’ had never exactly been Aurora’s biggest strength. Great. Fucking great.

Now, here she was, in the explosion of green and warmth that was Raja’s office suite, surrounded by plants and rich fabrics and vibrant colors, the whole thing screaming that here worked someone who was absolutely crystal clear on what their aesthetic was, and if Aurora failed, then what would her future be at this company?

She’d been in the same room with Raja a handful of times since she’d begun, but she’d never spoken directly to her, and the idea of having to do that, by herself, when one of the other designer’s ideas had already been ripped to very public and humiliating shreds was making her feel like she might faint. What gave her the fucking audacity to think she could do this when someone more experienced had already failed?

Raja would take one look at her work and know immediately that hiring her was a mistake, that she didn’t belong, that she was-

“You can go inside now.”

Aurora jumped slightly, rescued by the spiral of her own self doubt by Ivy’s voice, as Raja’s assistant came out of her office, leaving the door open behind her.

“And don’t be nervous,” Ivy said, with a warm smile. “She’s got her tea and she’s ready.”

Aurora nodded gratefully and pushed the rack inside, a bit startled to see that Raja wasn’t at her desk, but instead in the sitting area, on a plush chair covered in intricately embroidered fabric, a velvet pillow under her elbow.

“Um, good morning. I’m Aurora, and-”

“Good morning,” Raja said, a slight note of confusion in her voice, one eyebrow raising just slightly. “I thought you were going to show me sketches?”

“Oh. oh, yes, I do have sketches,” Aurora said. She swallowed, fumbling to open the folder, pulling out the sketches. “I just, um, I thought maybe you would like to see some samples as well, so I made a few…these are-”

Raja held out a hand to reach for the sketches and Aurora bit her lip, remembering the part about not talking unless you were answering a question.

She shifted nervously, watching as Raja looked through the sketches, twirling a bit of her long hair around her finger, her beautiful face giving nothing away.

Ever so often, she would lift one of the pages to examine something closer, or make the smallest “hmm” sound.

Aurora was dying to know what she thought. Love? Hate? Lukewarm indifference?

Her one ray of hope, in this moment, was that, if everything was truly garbage, Raja would surely have thrown her out already, right?

“Alright…” Raja stood up, suddenly even more imposing in her fitted jumpsuit, her long limbs and slender frame making it look elegant and severe. “Let’s see those samples.”

“Right! Certainly…” Aurora gulped and turned around, pulling some items from the rack. “So, this is the jacket. I wasn’t sure whether you were looking for a pant or a dress, so I have two different looks that could potentially go underneath. I thought the black snakeskin could be-”

“Mmhmm…”

Aurora promptly clamped her mouth shut as Raja took the jacket from the rack, examining the sleeve, turning it inside out to look at the seams.

“I, uh, I know the stitching isn’t perfect, but it’s just a sample, that would obviously be fixed in a real-”

“How long did you spend making this jacket?” Raja asked, turning towards her.

“Uh, about, um, six…six hours? That was, um, the actual sewing. But, I, um-”

“Hmm,” Raja turned back to the rack.

Aurora took another breath, slowly, as she pawed through the sample pieces, taking a closer look at some of them, even going back to the sketches to compare. Aurora’s head was swimming, and she started to get a bit dizzy.

Stay calm, you motherfucking idiot. Do not faint in front of Raja Gemini.

“Ready for notes?”

“What?” Aurora blinked at her like an idiot before her mind fully processed what Raja had said and she quickly shouted, “Yes!”

Raja took a small step back.

Oh my god did you just yell in Raja Gemini’s face? What the fuck is wrong with you?

“I mean, sorry, yes. I’m ready.” She pulled out the notepad and pen from her folder and sat primly at the edge of a royal purple velvet sofa.

“Wonderful. The jacket has potential, but only as a concept, so we need changes. The sleeves should be shorter, three quarters, and the collar needs drama. For fabrics, give me a richer, deeper red. Something stiff, with structure. Perhaps an upholstery fabric? Obviously lined, even if this is a sample.”

Aurora nodded, scribbling vigorously to keep up.

“The lining could be an opportunity.” Raja pulled the jacket open, looking at herself in the mirror for a second. “Explore Oriental silks and get back to me with a selection. Galactica’s ignoring the theme this year for the most part, but it never hurts to throw Ms. Wintour a bone.”

She smiled, and Aurora stifled a laugh, not at all imagining that Raja Gemini would be making jokes.

“This length is awkward. Re-imagine it as a formal duster with a big sweeping train, and before you spend another work day making samples, sketches do exist, and for a reason.”

“Yes ma’am.” Aurora could barely believe her ears. These notes felt…very minor. Of course she knew from the beginning that the sample fabric was just that - sample fabric. So that was Shortening a sleeve. A more dramatic collar. Adding a train?

“As far as what goes underneath, this pant is the most intriguing to me. And these ankle boots…what made you bring shoes, anyway?”

“M-Maxwell told me you’d expect a fully realized look, so I thought-”

“Ah. Well, yes, good advice. I agree with you about the snakeskin on the pants. It’s cool, the detailing on the sides is great, I like the high waist… But…” she squinted, tilting her head.

Aurora waited, pen poised while Raja scrutinized the pants.

“What do you think of a boot cut?”

“Absolutely not,” Aurora stated, before she could stop herself, then looked up with alarm, expecting an angry glare.

Instead, she was grinning, her dark eyes dancing with laughter.

“I’m sorry. I…of course I’ll do whatever you want,” Aurora stammered out.

“Yes, well…perhaps we can forgo a boot cut for now,” she said. “And I’d like to go back to the drawing board in terms of tops. Everything here is too busy, too much going on. We need to streamline.”

“Got it.”

“I’d like you to pull some alternate fabrics for the jackets, and then I’d really like to see how these pants look.” Raja pressed a button on her phone’s intercom, “Ivy, can you come in for a moment?”

“Of course!” Seconds later, Ivy sailed through the door. “Yes?”

“I want to schedule a fitting with Aurora for tomorrow, before I leave. Can we squeeze it in?”

“Um…yes, I think so. Depending on what time that New York Women’s Foundation luncheon ends, we can maybe say 3?”

“The luncheon where Gwenyth is the keynote speaker?” Raja asked.

“Yes.”

“Please. I would love an excuse to leave early,” Raja said. “Pencil it in for 2:30.”

“You got it!” Ivy grinned.

Raja turned back to Aurora. “I’d like to see some more fabric samples for the jacket, with a few revised sketches, and I want to see the pants on to get an idea of what they look like. I’ll be able to give you much better notes after that.”

“That sounds perfect!” Aurora said. She still couldn’t believe that any of this was happening. Raja Gemini liked her design. Raja Gemini was going to wear her design to the Met Gala. It was insane, if she actually thought about it.

“Some concepts for a new top would be appreciated as well,” Raja said, walking back to her desk and sitting down. She opened up a file folder and began to read the contents, her attention now on something else entirely.

Aurora took that as a cue to mean that she was finished, so nodded and began to put all of the garments back onto hangers as quickly as possible. She couldn’t wait to get back downstairs to report the great news to the others, who had all been teasing her, assuring her that Raja would probably hate everything in the first round and not to feel too bad about it.

As she was pushing the rack towards the door, Raja looked up from her desk and called out, “Aurora!”

“Yes?”

“Great work this week. Thanks a lot.”

“Thank you so much!” Aurora said, a grin spreading across her face that probably made her look like a grade-A twat. Okay, idiot, get out now before you burst into happy tears and snot all over Raja Gemini’s 4 million dollar rug. “Um…see you tomorrow!”

“Mmhm…” Raja smiled and went back to her paperwork.

Aurora took that as a final goodbye, and bolted triumphantly towards the elevators. She couldn’t wait to report back to the rest of the designers with the news of her incredible success.

***

Pride Challenge Points: 3081

#rpdr fanfiction #galactica #thedane #veronica #raven #jujubee #a'whora #ivy winters #raja gemini #lesbian au #fashion au #fic challenge

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justplainsalty · 1 year

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Tedbecca, Battlestar Galactica AU 💀

Just so everyone has context, this one is a rubber band back to me. It is my fault. And now I'm having to eat crow.

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Rebecca Welton is the relatively new commander of the Battlestar Richmond, an old and creaky ship that hadn't won any battles in almost as long as she'd been alive, possibly longer. She was the ship's XO for years, under her longtime-ex-husband Rupert, until he was caught sleeping with an NCO on the flight deck and court martialed back to Caprica. Now she's faced with taking over command of a ship where every crewman was highly loyal to Commander Mannion, and she must prove herself out of his shadow. The negative press attention on her since Rupert's arrest has not helped boost her crew's opinion of her. Her new XO, Higgins, suggests accepting President Adar's request to send a PR team up to the ship to film an on-ship pyramid match between command staff and NCOs and boost morale. President Adar has been pushing a multi-pronged initiative to "sanitize" (or in Fleeters' opinions, sterilize and castrate) the Fleet forces for years; Rebecca is the unlucky commander who is forced to accept it this PR move, but it doesn't mean she has to be happy about it.

Ted Lasso is the current Secretary for Culture and Sport within the New Caprican government; he is currently 45th in line for the presidency. Ted is never without his shadow, Coach Beard, the Under-Secretary for Sport. There are questions about how Ted and Beard rose to their positions, debates whether it was a good ol' boy backroom deal, or something more scandalous. After all, Ted has no real government experience on his resumé: prior to his role on President Adar's campaign staff, and then his role as Secretary, Ted was best known for coaching university-level pyramid. Everyone who has worked with Ted understands why he is a good leader and policy-maker; to everyone outside the room where it happened, the choice could not be more opaque. Adar asks Ted to attend the pyramid match with the PR team in order to ensure its smooth execution and diffuse any conflicts that arise.

Nathan Shelley is an intern with the Department of Defense, in the department responsible for the maintenance of the planetary defense mainframe. His girlfriend, Bex, works for a defense contractor. Nathan wasn't supposed to, but he let Bex have some access to the mainframe, so she could scope out some specs and look good for her bosses when they put a bid in for the latest contract. And then she asked if he could get her access to the software the Colonial Fleet was writing to update all the newest ships, and Nate wanted to impress her, so he did. Nate didn't want to ask too many questions -- he was too grateful that someone like Bex was with someone like him in the first place.

And then the cylons attack.

Suddenly, these disparate paths converge, as Rebecca is faced with a fight for her life from the outside, a fight for control of her ship from within, and a fight for the future of humanity from the teeth-grindingly jovial sports coach-turned-president who doesn't seem to understand just how dire their situation is. And what kind of a person says, "We have to get out there and start making babies!" with a straight face, anyway?

Featuring:

Keeley Jones, Tactics Officer

Dr. Sharon Fieldstone, Chief Medical Officer

Trent Crimm, independent journalist-turned-quorum representative and general thorn in Ted’s side (although with plenty of mutual respect)

Pilots: Roy Kent, Jamie Tartt, Sam Obisanya, Isaac McAdoo, Colin Hughes, Dani Rojas, Richard Montlaur, Thierry Zoreaux, Jan Maas, Moe Bumbercatch

Bex, cylon number 6

Leave an AU and a pairing in my ask and I’ll give you the plot of the fic I won’t write for it.

#ted lasso #battlestar galactica #tedbecca #ask meme #i did a thing #fic life #yes in this au i will never write ted and rebecca do wind up togetherrrr #things get a little jumbled and Nate is more of a Billy position for Ted than a Baltar VP position #he still stabs ted in the back tho don't worry #it's the baltar of it all #wow that would be a great chapter title gods damn it #i can't believe my brain pooped this one out #Beard is going to be VP until concerns of favoritism arise and Ted picks Trent #i think idk i didn't get that far #it's mostly about ted and rebecca coming together and learning to respect each other and eventually making smushy faces at each other #even tho rebecca manages to blindside/hurt/etc Ted at least once a season #but you know roslin did that too so SHRUG

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