hello i'm aurrie (it/they). i do the shitposts/unhinged meta/codediving and occasional art these days (because of wiki-ing) because [gestures at username].
i'm the bureaucrat/admin of the FHR wiki on miraheze! i also maintain @fhr-wiki. wiki editing takes lot of work and uses up a big chunk of my free time bc i am always discovering new (old?) content and i'm in a hell of my own making.
resources, mine
link to gdrive of publically available FHR stories and from malin's mainblog
organised and indexed official FHR blog asks/text posts because tumblr's search function Sucks <3 (direct link to gdrive) designed to work with bookish's search tool here
charting rebirth/retri events timeline (yet to be transcribed)
other people's fh resources
compilation of fan resources
other stuff
codediving tag
general fh talkings
sidestep autism moments
meta
art tag / my artblog
tip jar if you like my art
pillowfort
bsky
my sidesteps
suranga fernando (main) / puppet: juno / villain name: argos / misc: panoptes syndicate / freddie purrcury the lint monster / suramortum (mortumstep) tag
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not all ships are For wanting them to be in a happy healthy relationship together. sometimes shipping two characters means you want them to be erotically obsessed with each other and become entwined in a mutually toxic love affair for a few months and then horrifically break each other's hearts and never speak again. sometimes you want them to be codependent best friends with enough repression to explode a submarine who only make out/have sex when they're at their worst. sometimes you want them to pine after each other for years, never say anything, and then die. sometimes you want them to kill each other. this, too, is shipping
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trope i really like is self-loathing characters desperate for the catharsis of punishment for frankly rather selfish reasons who r also obsessed with repeatedly pressing others into hating them and hurting them as essentially a method of self harm. yes pls continue making it worse for urself and everybody around u instead of doing an actually productive and effective journey of improvement
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Little drabble of what I think running into Sentinel at Ortega's birthday might be like for Tegan. 823 words, no warnings.
Coming here was a mistake. You knew Ortega's birthday party would draw a crowd and though your shields are stronger than they've ever been, its still a claustrophobic kind of feeling with so many minds pressed against your own. Like bass that drowns out the music in an already loud room. You get just the briefest hint of a familiar presence before the owners voice cuts through the din.
"Tegan!" Sentinel, though you suppose it's just Luis now, calls out, working his way through the crowd towards you. So much for anonymity, there's no way other's here didn't hear your name and you silently curse him while raising your drink in greeting. He stops a few steps away from you, respecting your personal space. Your reputation for being prickly must still be intact that he doesn't go in for a hug or a handshake. Of that you're grateful but he still looks you up and down in a scrutinizing way that does little more than piss you off.
"Been a while, though you look like you're dressed for a funeral instead of a birthday party." He gestures to your black suit with the drink in his hand. "Looks like you finally got a bit of style over the years though." His smile is warm and friendly. Friendlier than it should be for you, maybe retirement and fatherhood have softened some of his edges.
"Looks like all you got was old." You're not sure what your smile looks like, rusty as it is, it's hard to remember how you two used to banter. At least your reputation for being as asshole has always served you well. Either people backed off, or your barbs stung less because they were expected. With nearly a decade separating the last time you exchanged words, you have no idea how he'll take it.
He laughs.
"Now you see, I'm not sensitive about that like Ortega is." He places his hand over his chest in a gesture of mock sincerity. It only makes you snort. You still haven't run into the guest of honor yet but you know the process of finding him would be going a lot faster if you weren't being waylaid by old acquaintances.
Luis takes a step closer to you, a little too far into your space for comfort but you can't back up without looking like you're trying to run. You promised yourself you were done running. You stare into your drink and pretend not to notice the intrusion. Or the uneasy feeling in your gut. It's probably the crowd, the noise.
"I'm not sentimental the way Ortega is, either."
You're eyes snap up at the sudden change in his tone and you notice his smile is gone, replaced by a look you thought you'd long forgotten. This is Sentinel, they way he looked on the job.
The way he looked when facing a threat.
Even just scratching the surface, his mind is intensely guarded, his thoughts obscured within the eye of a storm that you would have to fight through to push deeper. It would only prove that you are a threat to even try.
He takes another step towards you, far too close, voice lowered so that only you would hear.
"And I'm not particularly forgiving."
Fuck! What does he know? What could he know? Short of Ortega blabbing to every old friend he has that he knows you're Retribution you don't see how that's possible and you can at least give Ortega that much credit for your mutual self preservation.
You recall the feeling of being watched when you had left Parkfield, the faintest glimpse of movement in the sky. Had he been watching you? For how long? Why? You left Parkfield as a civilian. Does he have other sources of information? What does he know? Paranoia claws at you nerves like nails against chalk board.
No, calm down, stand your ground. He doesn't have any proof. Or if he does its not the kind of proof he can use without calling his own motives into question. He's not like Ortega, or even Chen, Luis would deal with you before you became a threat, not after. There's something staying his hand. For now.
"So what are you saying?" You shrug, leaning back on one foot to appear nonchalant, unrattled. You can see by the quick dart of his eyes that he doesn't interpret the move as a precursor to an attack. All the old instincts are still there.
"I'm saying," He moves to your shoulder, as if he were pushing past you to mingle with the rest of the guests, voice barely above a whisper. "If you're here to start shit, I'll end it." His words are pointed, like a knife between the ribs.
He claps you on the shoulder far harder than necessary. "Enjoy the party. Quietly." He leaves you no room to respond before he's shifting through the crowd again.
You down the rest of your drink in one go. Coming here was a mistake.
