I put up a link archive that sources to any ricstar fic not actively posted to AO3 or FFN! There's currently 90+ fics on it. These are majority fics posted from the 90s to the late 2000s on LiveJournal or X-Men Fanfic sites that are now gone. It can be found at ricshatty.neocities.org.
At the moment I've organized things by author name, but I intend to add the option to browse via fic rating (Teen, Mature, etc) in the future. It's also mobile friendly! Well, up until you get taken to wherever the fic was archived, I can't guarantee what that place looks like.
Please let me know if you find any errors, this was my first time coding something.
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I have a bunch of old shangchi and/or lin lie drabbles sitting around (give or take featuring some other characters like amadeus) so I'm going to compile them all under read more's for this post :)
Dribble one: shang-chi ends up with a lin lie accidentally turned into a baby
“Brother Hand, what is that?”
It was more difficult than it should’ve been to answer. After all, any answer Shang-Chi gave would’ve only compounded more. What clung to his shoulder was an anomaly that even he failed to explain, really. There were many things he’d experienced in his time as a hero, and as the Supreme Commander of the Five Weapons Society, but this might have taken the cake.
“It looks like a baby,” Esme twirled a dagger between her hands, one of her favorite pass-times. Her gaze was open, curiosity half-hidden behind her feigned apathy. “Yours?”
Shang-Chi adjusted said child in his arms. He was half asleep, clinging to Shang-Chi’s shoulder and beginning to soak drool into his collar.
“No. I’ll take care of him for now but – no, not related to me.”
Takeshi stepped closer, and Esme followed suit, the latter circling around Shang-Chi like a hawk. Takeshi, however, had a warm light to his eyes, a soft smile in comparison to Esme’s frown. Perhaps Esme didn’t like being replaced as the family’s youngest.
“Surely you could be like father? Take him in as your own?” Takeshi crouched, tilting his head to stare at the child.
Esme huffed, continuing her circle, now having to skirt around Takeshi too. “What? Father never did that.”
“He did, my brother Midnight Sun is not of the same blood,” Shang-Chi adjusted his hold on the child once more, passing him to a different shoulder before Esme could poke at him. M’Nai brought back bad memories. “And I’m not taking him in, just watching him for the moment. He has a family.”
Somewhere. Shang-Chi failed to clarify that the child’s father was most definitely missing, if his memory served him correctly.
“He’s babysitting,” Esme mock-whispered from over Shang-Chi’s shoulder.
“And where did you get it from?” Zhilan darted in from Shang-Chi’s periphery, staying a respectful distance away and watching with her arms folded.
“He’s someone I know.”
That someone being Sword Master, Lin Lie now more of a child in Shang-Chi’s eyes than he’d ever been. Of course, when something had gone awry during an Agents of Atlas mission, he’d been the first volunteer to take him in, child form and all. Despite how much Shang-Chi trusted his teammates they were all too young, not responsible enough to take Lin Lie as he was now.
Not that he was much of a better option, running the Five Weapons Society. But he was still a better choice than Amadeus who probably wouldn’t figure out how to feed Lie, or Luna who had her reputation to think of. He’d thought it best to have Master Ling look at Lie, and then the ordeal would be over with. Wouldn’t it?
Part of Shang-Chi regretted it, but Lin Lie had been his self-appointed responsibility even when the other was grown. He could handle a baby for a day or two. There was no way it could cause more problems than Lin Lie liked to cause on occasion.
Lin Lie dripped another bubble of spit down his shoulder and mumbled unintelligible syllables. Shang-Chi withheld a wince.
Zhilan raised an eyebrow. “You… know the baby. Brother, do you even know how to take care of one of those?”
Drabble two: amadeus makes mention of his past involvement with SHIELD and the illuminati much to lin lie's confusion
Often, Lin Lie is reminded how out of place he was as a hero, especially compared to others. Particularly Amadeus and his occasional slips of his background.
“I hate S.H.I.E.L.D.” Amadeus grumbled to the screens lighting his face, chin held in a palm.
Lin Lie grinned at his side. While he’d slowly warmed up to the other Agents of Atlas, it was a question if they had warmed up to him yet. The occasional joke seemed to work the trick on Lei Ling and Pearl – why not Amadeus? “What, they didn’t like your proposed plan?”
Still in a bored monotone, a slow blink from Amadeus all the while he continued tapping on the screen before him, he replied. “Because they almost killed my dog and kept me locked up and interrogated for months. Two separate instances, by the way.”
“They what?”
This time, Amadeus finally leaned back in his chair, a slow stretch as he did so. Lin Lie avoided openly watching. “Dude, you don’t even want to know. They trashed my portable teleporters then too, those were useful. Doctor Doom wouldn’t help me build new ones after everything.”
“Sorry. Did you just say Doctor Doom?”
Amadeus cut Lin Lie a sidelong glance. His expression had dropped, one of the few moments his serious persona came to light as a tight frown tugged at his mouth. All aimed at Lin Lie, who poked and prodded at the wrong subjects. “Nevermind.”
Drabble three: Lin lie wakes up for the first time after his death
This was written like a year and a half ago so I have no clue if comics have since retconned any of this, this was just intended to be lin lie whump when I wrote it
There had to be some kind of cosmic entity that hated Lin Lie in particular.
It was one thing to die – to be unsatisfied in his quest to find his father, abandoned off a cliffside while his only clue, his family relic, was shattered before his eyes. But there was relief in it all, a weight off his shoulders when he died. He was certainly not meant for anything that was dumped in his lap. Not being an Agent of Atlas, nor hunting Chiyou, none of it. His family was the only motive he had for continuing as Sword Master, for even considering fighting. Not that he was good at it, anyways.
So when Lin Lie’s head swam like a brick, and the lancing pain in his arms begged him to return to unconsciousness, it was only fair that said cosmic entity began to laugh at its creation. Puppeting Lin Lie back to life like a jester, leaving his thoughts muddled, vision hazy beyond bays of sand and lingering wisps of gold.
And most importantly, leaving his hands in shredded agony. A mess of blood and seawater etched into his vision, a swimming mass of reds and greens that stood out sharply from the paleness of his skin.
Fu Xi’s sword, or what remained of it, was shattered into his arms.
Somehow, that drew tears of frustration to his eyes faster than the agonizing pain did. His family’s sword – the one thing he was responsible for, the one thing his father had left in his hands – destroyed. Lin Lie curled into himself, drawing his arms tight to his abdomen. If not to quell the pain, it was to remove the sight of his failure from his eyes.
Between the water lingering in his ears and the drum of his own pulse, the cacophony of several pairs of feet shuffling towards him was lost.
A throat cleared, wavering just above Lin Lie’s own loud breaths. “You – how did you get here?”
Lin Lie’s gaze snapped upwards. The sun was blinding, leaving the gathered figures to be little more than fuzzy shadows against the blue sky. His head pounded, an expressed agony made worse by the cut of the sun. Salt clung to his lashes, leaving the image of the others to multiple in number.
“What?” Lin Lie’s tongue rasped like sandpaper in his mouth.
Mandarin? Or – Shanghainese? English? The language was foreign, unintelligible. Except, even as it rang in his ears, he understood the words true and clear. A resemblance to none of the languages he knew, yet encompassing them all.
The voices whispered. Or perhaps they spoke at a normal volume, only they were drowned by the ringing pain in Lin Lie’s ears. Regardless, they were incessant. The shadows moved like they were glancing at one another, but it was difficult to tell without Lin Lie being able to adjust to the detail. Many of them blended together, the number of shadows were impossible to count.
“An outsider?”
“There’s something wrong. Look at the blood soaking him.”
“Maybe we should get the–”
Lin Lie huffed out a breath, going to tuck his arms tighter to himself before crying out at the added pain the pressure caused. He dragged them away from his body on impulse, into the open air to cool the stinging lances.
One of the shadows moved closer, dropping down enough for Lin Lie to make out their detail despite the drip of sea water and sweat into his eyes. Traditional clothes, like they’d come straight from a xianxia series, flitted in the sea air. A gentle hand, carefully skirting where Fu Xi had embedded itself, tugged at one of his hands, bringing it up higher.
“Those shards exude magic. Might be how he ended up here.”
“Stop,” Lin Lie pulled his arm with all his strength, but it did little more than cause his fingers to twitch in the other's grasp. Anger boiled in his chest with no direction but outwards. It would do little to fester at himself, his helplessness for long, and instead it instead to rise towards the others. His throat burned and his muscles strained. “Let me go.”
If he was alive, and the pain in his hands certainly confirmed that to be the truth, he needed to get back to White Fox. He couldn’t leave her to face that demon alone, even if it cost him his life again, Fu Xi be damned. If he couldn’t save himself, he’d save her at least.
Instead, however, the lofty hand tugged at him in an attempt to pull him to his feet. Lin Lie resisted the nausea that rose at that, a wave of fatigue and anguish far stronger than it’d been when he’d been curled up on himself. If the figure had not been holding his arm high, he would have collapsed straight back into the sand.
“Stop,” Lin Lie repeated, more force behind his command. He just – just needed to rest. Sleep. Get away from these people and return to the Agents of Atlas. Shang-Chi could help, right? Help him fix his arms, his sword. Help him scramble through his potential death. Shang-Chi always seemed to have the answers.
But the insistent hand pulled again, and pain began to flare past his arm and up his shoulder. Unfair. The pain was unfair, Lin Lie did not deserve any of this, not his death, not being stranded on some beach, not his family disappearing and having to deal with Chiyou. None of it.
The gold in his vision that had gradually ebbed away returned in full force, a blaze of comforting warmth that stilled the burning of Fu Xi, the agony in the grip on his hand. While it only outwardly shimmered from his hand, Lin Lie shuddered at the weightlessness he felt from the disappearance of his pain. The same caress that had dragged him from death, away from the dark maws he’d been content to stay in.
The hand holding his dropped and several shadows that gradually took shape into real people taking frantic steps away. In turn, Lin Lie positioned shaky legs beneath himself, rising up without the pain that had previously been withholding him. A mellowness sat in his chest, foreign its power, a wisp of magic that was wholly unfamiliar compared to what Fu Xi’s sword radiated.
This time, the others’ words were clearer, without the undercurrent of an ocean drowning them out.
“Is that Shou-Lao’s–?”
“Don’t tell me he’s an Iron Fist!”
A body broke from the line of figures, all wearing what Lin Lie would otherwise qualify as a xianxia set attire. A young man, perhaps Lin Lie’s age, stamping forward with the snaps of his sleeves billowing behind. Thunder cracked across his face, a morphing vexation directed at Lin Lie.
“You stole it!” Just meters away, the other finally stopped his advance, dropping into a defensive stance. Something like what Shang-Chi often tried to drill into Lin Lie’s head. “Give Shou-Lao’s heart back.”
Lin Lie matched the stance in tandem. It was more instinctual than it should have been, but perhaps Shang-Chi’s lessons had finally begun to rub off on him. The gold at the edges of his vision, what sat in an undercurrent in his veins and flared across his hands, guided him.
Apprehension ran tight across Lin Lie’s muscles. Even though some clarity had returned to him, the sight of Fu Xi’s jagged fragments bloodying his arm, his Sword Master top shredded to pieces, distracted him. Each glance was a reminder of his failure, and an alarm distantly pinged that something was wrong. The agonizing pain from moments before had been soothed, but why? And how long would it last?
“Yang Yi! Cease.”
A new figure stepped forward this time, blindfolded and in simpler attire than the others. But an air of authority surrounded the woman, commanding despite her appearance. She stalked forward, pushing the supposed Yang Yi’s hand down without once turning her head towards him.
“You know as well as everyone else that you cannot steal the title of Iron Fist. If he took Shou-Lao’s heart, then he earned the title.”
Lin Lie blinked, but stayed poised in his stance. Curious eyes returned to him as he clarified, “I never stole anything.”
Did he? His memory remained fuzzy after his tumble off the cliff. There had been dozens of pin needles crawling into his skin, the shards of Fu Xi attempting to pull him from harm but causing the reverse instead, and the terrible suffocation of water he could not tread. Down and down, nothing he could do to drag himself from the darkness.
And there was gold, bright and warm, reflecting like scales in his memories. But that was all he could recollect before the pain radiated him back to consciousness, beached like a dying whale on some random shore.
“Liar! We can all see you using Shou-Lao’s chi. Do you think our protector isn’t unmistakable to us?” That same young man, again.
And once more, the woman silenced the other, this time giving him a sharp look despite her eye coverings. “Enough of that, Yang Yi. Let this Iron Fist speak for himself.”
I have a bunch of old shangchi and/or lin lie drabbles sitting around (give or take featuring some other characters like amadeus) so I'm going to compile them all under read more's for this post :)
Dribble one: shang-chi ends up with a lin lie accidentally turned into a baby
“Brother Hand, what is that?”
It was more difficult than it should’ve been to answer. After all, any answer Shang-Chi gave would’ve only compounded more. What clung to his shoulder was an anomaly that even he failed to explain, really. There were many things he’d experienced in his time as a hero, and as the Supreme Commander of the Five Weapons Society, but this might have taken the cake.
“It looks like a baby,” Esme twirled a dagger between her hands, one of her favorite pass-times. Her gaze was open, curiosity half-hidden behind her feigned apathy. “Yours?”
Shang-Chi adjusted said child in his arms. He was half asleep, clinging to Shang-Chi’s shoulder and beginning to soak drool into his collar.
“No. I’ll take care of him for now but – no, not related to me.”
Takeshi stepped closer, and Esme followed suit, the latter circling around Shang-Chi like a hawk. Takeshi, however, had a warm light to his eyes, a soft smile in comparison to Esme’s frown. Perhaps Esme didn’t like being replaced as the family’s youngest.
“Surely you could be like father? Take him in as your own?” Takeshi crouched, tilting his head to stare at the child.
Esme huffed, continuing her circle, now having to skirt around Takeshi too. “What? Father never did that.”
“He did, my brother Midnight Sun is not of the same blood,” Shang-Chi adjusted his hold on the child once more, passing him to a different shoulder before Esme could poke at him. M’Nai brought back bad memories. “And I’m not taking him in, just watching him for the moment. He has a family.”
Somewhere. Shang-Chi failed to clarify that the child’s father was most definitely missing, if his memory served him correctly.
“He’s babysitting,” Esme mock-whispered from over Shang-Chi’s shoulder.
“And where did you get it from?” Zhilan darted in from Shang-Chi’s periphery, staying a respectful distance away and watching with her arms folded.
“He’s someone I know.”
That someone being Sword Master, Lin Lie now more of a child in Shang-Chi’s eyes than he’d ever been. Of course, when something had gone awry during an Agents of Atlas mission, he’d been the first volunteer to take him in, child form and all. Despite how much Shang-Chi trusted his teammates they were all too young, not responsible enough to take Lin Lie as he was now.
Not that he was much of a better option, running the Five Weapons Society. But he was still a better choice than Amadeus who probably wouldn’t figure out how to feed Lie, or Luna who had her reputation to think of. He’d thought it best to have Master Ling look at Lie, and then the ordeal would be over with. Wouldn’t it?
Part of Shang-Chi regretted it, but Lin Lie had been his self-appointed responsibility even when the other was grown. He could handle a baby for a day or two. There was no way it could cause more problems than Lin Lie liked to cause on occasion.
Lin Lie dripped another bubble of spit down his shoulder and mumbled unintelligible syllables. Shang-Chi withheld a wince.
Zhilan raised an eyebrow. “You… know the baby. Brother, do you even know how to take care of one of those?”
Drabble two: amadeus makes mention of his past involvement with SHIELD and the illuminati much to lin lie's confusion
Often, Lin Lie is reminded how out of place he was as a hero, especially compared to others. Particularly Amadeus and his occasional slips of his background.
“I hate S.H.I.E.L.D.” Amadeus grumbled to the screens lighting his face, chin held in a palm.
Lin Lie grinned at his side. While he’d slowly warmed up to the other Agents of Atlas, it was a question if they had warmed up to him yet. The occasional joke seemed to work the trick on Lei Ling and Pearl – why not Amadeus? “What, they didn’t like your proposed plan?”
Still in a bored monotone, a slow blink from Amadeus all the while he continued tapping on the screen before him, he replied. “Because they almost killed my dog and kept me locked up and interrogated for months. Two separate instances, by the way.”
“They what?”
This time, Amadeus finally leaned back in his chair, a slow stretch as he did so. Lin Lie avoided openly watching. “Dude, you don’t even want to know. They trashed my portable teleporters then too, those were useful. Doctor Doom wouldn’t help me build new ones after everything.”
“Sorry. Did you just say Doctor Doom?”
Amadeus cut Lin Lie a sidelong glance. His expression had dropped, one of the few moments his serious persona came to light as a tight frown tugged at his mouth. All aimed at Lin Lie, who poked and prodded at the wrong subjects. “Nevermind.”
I have a bunch of old shangchi and/or lin lie drabbles sitting around (give or take featuring some other characters like amadeus) so I'm going to compile them all under read more's for this post :)
Dribble one: shang-chi ends up with a lin lie accidentally turned into a baby
“Brother Hand, what is that?”
It was more difficult than it should’ve been to answer. After all, any answer Shang-Chi gave would’ve only compounded more. What clung to his shoulder was an anomaly that even he failed to explain, really. There were many things he’d experienced in his time as a hero, and as the Supreme Commander of the Five Weapons Society, but this might have taken the cake.
“It looks like a baby,” Esme twirled a dagger between her hands, one of her favorite pass-times. Her gaze was open, curiosity half-hidden behind her feigned apathy. “Yours?”
Shang-Chi adjusted said child in his arms. He was half asleep, clinging to Shang-Chi’s shoulder and beginning to soak drool into his collar.
“No. I’ll take care of him for now but – no, not related to me.”
Takeshi stepped closer, and Esme followed suit, the latter circling around Shang-Chi like a hawk. Takeshi, however, had a warm light to his eyes, a soft smile in comparison to Esme’s frown. Perhaps Esme didn’t like being replaced as the family’s youngest.
“Surely you could be like father? Take him in as your own?” Takeshi crouched, tilting his head to stare at the child.
Esme huffed, continuing her circle, now having to skirt around Takeshi too. “What? Father never did that.”
“He did, my brother Midnight Sun is not of the same blood,” Shang-Chi adjusted his hold on the child once more, passing him to a different shoulder before Esme could poke at him. M’Nai brought back bad memories. “And I’m not taking him in, just watching him for the moment. He has a family.”
Somewhere. Shang-Chi failed to clarify that the child’s father was most definitely missing, if his memory served him correctly.
“He’s babysitting,” Esme mock-whispered from over Shang-Chi’s shoulder.
“And where did you get it from?” Zhilan darted in from Shang-Chi’s periphery, staying a respectful distance away and watching with her arms folded.
“He’s someone I know.”
That someone being Sword Master, Lin Lie now more of a child in Shang-Chi’s eyes than he’d ever been. Of course, when something had gone awry during an Agents of Atlas mission, he’d been the first volunteer to take him in, child form and all. Despite how much Shang-Chi trusted his teammates they were all too young, not responsible enough to take Lin Lie as he was now.
Not that he was much of a better option, running the Five Weapons Society. But he was still a better choice than Amadeus who probably wouldn’t figure out how to feed Lie, or Luna who had her reputation to think of. He’d thought it best to have Master Ling look at Lie, and then the ordeal would be over with. Wouldn’t it?
Part of Shang-Chi regretted it, but Lin Lie had been his self-appointed responsibility even when the other was grown. He could handle a baby for a day or two. There was no way it could cause more problems than Lin Lie liked to cause on occasion.
Lin Lie dripped another bubble of spit down his shoulder and mumbled unintelligible syllables. Shang-Chi withheld a wince.
Zhilan raised an eyebrow. “You… know the baby. Brother, do you even know how to take care of one of those?”
So now that you have read a AoA ricstar story. What are your thoughts on being able to try something similar or just the concept itself?
Although I thought the author translated Shatterstar super well, I still have 0 interest in coming up with my own idea to integrate Shatterstar. Could this change in the future? Sure. But at the moment I have no motivation for it. I do have wips that involve the AoA universe, but Shatterstar would not originate from there. Just not interested in it right now! I have too many ideas already solidly formed floating by for me to spend time fleshing out another one I don't need at the moment.
But rest assured if you are interested in seeing something involving AoA and ricstar, I've got something cooking. Slowly. Right now, aside from no matter the version, the longfic I'm working on is actually apocaric. I'd considered posting a lot of chapter 1's at once to about... 6 fics. And then letting readers say which they wanted finished first. But eh, im in the mood to post an actual long apocaric fic first. We'll see if that changes as i write.
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Is there a market for anyone to read wolfsboom (tabitha/rahne) fic. Because I had an idea thats compelling me but I also have such a big ricstar backlog and im like maybe I should focus on that
would you spend time reading a boomboom/wolfsbane fic
I take back all my badmouthing of the possibility of getting shatterstar translated into the AoA universe. Just found a fic that had done it, and I'm thoroughly impressed.
completely rehauled the fanfiction tab of the ricstar website so now it matches the rest of the site! It's a liiitle wonky on mobile, but I chose ease of reading the table over squishing everything together. Should still fit most screens as long as you scroll to the side.
You can also now sort things (alphabetically) by clicking the headers! I'll have to admit I really can't do more than that, I'm horrible at javascript. If anyone better at coding than me presents me with the script for option sorting, I'd love you forever.
That's my last big update for a while. The other behemoth is going through every rictor and shatterstar comic by hand and, essentially, writing the most in-depth wiki you can find for the character bios pages. As you can image that's months worth of work, and I would like to keep at my other hobbies xD who knows when that'll be done.
Btw if I ever talk about fic ideas here, even if I say im not super interested in writing it theres like a 99% chance its on my wip list and I've still written a bit to it anyways. I just have, uh, 68 wips and would rather focus on getting one done at a time rather than just have a bunch of fics with only 1 chapter posted but then unfinished for years.
So that is to say, if you see me talking about an idea down to the planned plot/worldbuilding details that go into it, and you want to write the same idea even with all those little details I brought up, that's fine. Free game! Id personally like it if we talked about it beforehand because it'd be fun to bounce things back and forth, but fanfic is transformative and I own nothing. I mean, how many "depressing ricstar mexico roadtrip" fics are already out there? Just wanted to say Im chill with that.
However, please ask if you're going to post a request to the kinkmeme for other writers to write things Ive talked about down to the nitty-gritty details. That hurts. It feels like a "well you just weren't writing this fast enough so your planning should go to someone else." Itd be different if it was just the same trope/general ideas but all the same details I've spoken about here too is... ouch. Please please don't do that, especially since I had actually been working on that fic idea despite my "maybe, maybe not" for writing it.
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Its been about 6 months since I've done one of these! Wow. Time to start again. I will be excluding my black phone fics since I'm not really into it anymore/was ever a black phone fan account.
Currently Ongoing
no matter the version - ricstar...esque, currently 17k words, explicit. Finally updating this again and intend to finish it, as I've got 60k words already in the draft. I have no idea how it ended up this long and I still have more to write!
Completed
on video - gen shatterstar & dazzler, ~13k words, teen. Dazzler finds a toddler Shatterstar wandering Krakoa.
playback - ricstar, 40k words, mature. Rictor is stuck in a time loop the day he tries to leave X-Force.
repeating revelation - ricstar, 4k words, explicit. No explanation other than the fact I gave shatterstar erectile dysfunction and a small dick.
consider the alternative - ricstar, 4k words, explicit. This one is completely different from the one above because this time its rictor who has the erectile dysfunction!
dance the night away - ricstar, 6k words, teen. Fives times Shatterstar refuses to dance, and the one time he does.
mama's boy - preslash ricstar, ~3k words, teen. Family is everything to Julio and nothing to Shatterstar. The concept is difficult to reconcile.
shapes into heartache - apocaric, ~3k words, mature. Apocalypse makes an impression.
face the music - ricstar, 10k words, mature. Shatterstar learns Rictor is alive while he's trapped in the Mojoverse.
new edition - ricstar, 21k words, teen. Catdog Shatterstar antics: the fic.
I've posted a total of 81,390 words summarized in this post! Technically 86,905 if you count a ricstar fic I published then took down. I've certainly written a lot more than that in my unposted wips and if you add in the black phone fic (about 200k). Trust me, I have a lot more rictor and/or shatterstar fics to come in the future (about 50 fics worth if I count them all!). Thank you to the ones that read and comment as always, makes me feel loved in our small corner.
For anyone who has a Rictor and/or Shatterstar-based art or writing idea, but just can't do either of those things, I started an anonymous ricstar kink meme!
Anyone is free to submit or fill prompts. It's titled ricstar but it accepts prompts for any ship or general idea as long as it involves Rictor or Shatterstar. It also accepts both SFW and NSFW prompts. I'll get this added to the ricstar website in the upcoming update.
Hopefully there will be at least a couple prompts and fills submitted over the coming months!
Some theories on how evil ricstar could work in AoA or raised by strife.
A friend had told me that she doesn’t think ric biggest issue would be his struggles with his own family and sexuality would be an issue bc in both scenarios his family would be dead or he was taken from them at a young age. Also bc no one would care about him being gay bc those under control of either would focus on staying on top or becoming stronger bc of the whole survival of the fittest and might makes right. In AoA ric was devoted to AoA apocalypse not bc he wanted power but bc he wanted to acknowledgment. See I think deep down evil ric would be so starved for affection and love but that attitude would be seen as weakness in AoA. In strife au, he would be similar as well feeling some kind of loyalty bc the man claimed to have saved him and is helping get his revenge against cable. But ric would still have his hang ups bc there no trauma of his father death and strife twisted methods may make him feel immense guilt and shame and he has no one to talk to about this bc there mlf are just as twisted and May backstabbed him. Then there’s Star, you remember Star was basically a robot with very little social cues and closes emotion he had was battlelust and rage. But he was also desperate for help and would be willing to work with anybody who could provide him with it. Strife/ apocalypse would offer their help bc they want his skill and strength not to mention they have no qualms to killing plus mojoverse tech and magic would be too tempting to ignore. Star would be disgusted but willing to go along bc he needs their help. I think his interactions would go the same way they did in the original. Being that Star would not get along with anyone at first but find his way to gravitate towards rictor bc he seems like he doesn’t want anything from him and he is attractive to his appearance. Rictor would be on his guard bc he wouldn’t understand why this alien wants to be around him until he realizes, wow he actually listens to me and wants my opinion. Wow he actually learn my language to communicate better with me. Ric being starve for love would appreciate Star efforts and may even be more receptive and welcoming towards his clumsy advances especially if he know they are genuine. Star would also develop emotions other than rage slowly and as they get closer. Star become more supportive and even may start to see holes in strife story or AoA apocalypse methods. This would prompt him to advise ric that they are on the wrong side and may need to leave. Ric would be torn bc this guy is his only friend and someone he is developing feelings for but due old loyalty he doesn’t want to leave just yet. Ultimately it may come down to the truth coming out about his father’s death or a very violent rejection from apocalypse to change his mind. Similar to what happen in the comic when krakoa announced it was leaving earth. Bc remember this version of ric is love starve so a harsh rejection may be what snaps him out of it.
I usually operate on the assumption that even when raised in a different circumstances, Rictor is still a teenager in the 80s-90s. Him being raised by Stryfe rather than the Richters wouldn't negate the machismo of his background (in fact, I think it'd be just as prevalent under Stryfe who always has something to prove). Plus, he'd still have his most formative years with the Richters in this scenario. I think he'd still be closeted in some ways. The MLF also aren't... a purely evil group. Just look at Tempo and Dani! I hesitate to say they're all friends, but we see it mentioned one member of the groups make their grocery lists and rents videos for them! They're X-Force but misguided. I do think Julio would bottle things up, but he already bottles them up with X-Force. I don't think it'd be much different, all things considered. Different surrounding characters, same internal conflicts for Julio. Well, not all the conflicts, but some. I am interested in the idea of Julio and Star being on the MLF together, but at the moment I'm more interested in writing about just Star on the MLF first (and therefore Julio is his rival on X-Force lol).
Regarding Star on the MLF though, I agree with you that he would sooner or later would come into conflict with Stryfe's methods. But its also important to note that he dislikes turncoats. It'd definitely be a major moral conflict for Shatterstar to decide to leave the team or not. Conversely, the problem with Star in an AoA scenario is it's almost impossible to put him in that setting and not have him immediately aware of the slavery and the subhuman way non-mutants are treated by Apocalypse. It's so wrapped into the worldbuilding of that universe you simply cannot keep Shatterstar obtuse to it -- and if there's one thing Shatterstar can identify, its social injustices and slavery, the things he was just fighting in Mojoworld. An older Shatterstar forgets these things when he's on an Earth without them for too long as we see in an X-Force annual, but that kind of long-term normalcy can't be achieved in an AoA setting. He simply would not, in any scenario, last in serving Apocalypse for more than a day unless the plot gets increasingly wacky to hide it all from him (which makes no sense). Star can have odd morals at times, but he absolutely does not stand for class differences that combine with slavery and human experimentation.
I'd be interested to see if someone did try to write Star into AoA, but its just so hard for me to see how it could be feasible in a way that isnt wildly out of character. And if you do write him like that, while Rictor's AoA counterpart is also pretty "ooc" compared to his 616 self (I do see similarities -- like you said, he wants recognition so bad in AoA, it just drives him to do bad things. At times even in 616... we've almost seen it happen for the same reason like with Quicksilver), then you've just got 2 guys with Ric and Stars names and not much connection to their real characterizations. Just wouldn't be for me.
Haven't been working on the ricstar website because ive been playing tomodachi life sorryyy but the FAQ is close to being done and then I intend to overhaul the fanworks section 👍
Y’know I had looked but there is no AoA Shatterstar or Longshot counterpart? So that means either they are dead, don’t exist or marvel did create them but never bothered to show them. Part of me would like to see what an evil AoA ricstar would look like. I know you had said about making an evil ricstar wip for the future where Star or Rictor were evil or on bad guys team. but I’m curious how that would work out if both rictor and Star were evil and on the same side.
The reason why Longshot and Shatterstar aren't present during AoA is because there are no variants of Mojoverse characters. It is a pocket universe relative to all others -- there can't be variants. I know since the 2000s there has been alt universes where Shatterstar and Longshot have appeared in, but it's because writers forgot about this rule. Freshly created in 1991 though, writers wouldn't have been so quick to forget that rule for Shatterstar by the time AoA was ongoing.
I think I've mentioned before the idea of writing Shatterstar ending up in AoA, but given how Shatterstar was raised in the Mojoverse, I couldn't see him ever ascribing to Apocalypse's survival of the fittest ideal. It contrasts with his core moral standings too much, and if you remove that + his Mojoworld background, you lose a lot of what makes Shatterstar Shatterstar. There's no room for translation either to explain why he wouldn't be opposed to Apocalypse. With a lot of 'reverse' AUs, I'm pretty critical about the surroundings that have caused said character to be reversed, and in this instance I can't understand how at all Shatterstar would end up evil in this instance unless you remove his Mojoverse background. You do that, then you run into a major problem of Dazzler being a player in that universe, so how do you explain his existence? Much less him being evil? Maybe I'm being too nitty-gritty, but I think it'll create a plot hole too large if you don't flesh out all these questions.
Besides, I think what makes Shatterstar interesting is he, at the end of the day, has always been morally gray. He's compelling as a hero because of his lack of care of life, but he could easily end up as a villain if he's promised the right things. Yet, as a villain, he'd likely end up like AoA Cyclops and generally end up on the 'good' side at the end. If you just make him pure evil... well, that's not Shatterstar. That's some other guy with his face and name. The fun of AUs is seeing how you translate a character's canon components to a different situation. "What does it take for a character to get to this point." And sometimes... the answer is "this cannot be done to get the character here." That's how I feel about an AoA Shatterstar.
Rictor gets leeway because he already has a canon AoA counterpart. I'd also have difficulty understanding why he'd be pro-Apocalypse in that universe if it wasn't for him canonically being a supporter. We don't have an exact 'why', but extrapolating from his extreme fear of being a mutant in 80s X-Factor, I could see how he gets molded differently. I guess. I dunno, he is very "that is not Rictor" in AoA aside from how brash and cocky he is. Par for the course, Dani is equally as unrecognizable in that universe. Gotta make do with what is 'canon' there.
Anyways all this to say I don't think I'd ever write a fic in general where they're both 'evil' or villainous in some way. It takes away too much of the drama lol. Not unless I get struck by a sudden best idea ever that jumps through all the hurdles I've set up.
Nevermind as I typed all that I had the idea of Stryfe taking young Rictor after he kills his father, and Rictor gets raised as a part of the MLF. Then Stryfe finds Star before Cable and he ends up on the MLF too... make it a "ricstar slowly gets together" xforce fic but for some reason they're on the MLF? Though my point still stands about Shatterstar: I think he'd eventually defect to X-Force if he sees Stryfe do one too many things he doesn't agree with. Probably leave with Tempo. So not a true "they're both villains" story. Might see if the idea grows on me.
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Apocaric writer here: I went on a tear tonight and got over 2k written in my drafts, I'm trying to get at least one chapter sort of done so it can get posted soon-ish. Reporting to you as you're the only other person I can squee with over them. This one will be a bit of a pisser as it's not told in strictly chronological order. Tbh it's also shaping up to be RicStar endgame.
Omg i love to yap about them you are welcome in my inbox or dms whenever. And #trust i will be seated and waiting for that chapter. I loooove a bit of a confusing and angsty story so whatever you have prepared i will fully enjoy. But I cheer on your writing no matter the kind!!!
I feel so bad i haven't been able to deliver on my apocaric promise myself, every time I sit down to work on my one wip I have in mind I get distracted with something else (oops). And then on one of my bigger ideas I have, I've hit a writing plan wall and im like man... plus that story will take forever to get posted anyways due to me pre-writing most all of my work nowadays, even the super long chaptered stuff. Ah well. I just need to lock in. Or what I really need is to get infected with way more apocaric plot ideas xD
