#asksplz

It was really good. It WAS taught by two old white cis guys that tended to yell more than I’d like, but it was good information, lots of practice, and while I did pass and may be biased I also felt like it gave me the basics as to what I need to know when I get a bike for myself up and running. It was a good place to start. The hardest part was going 9am (and getting up at 6am)-6pm. Not a morning person. 

Well, the Great Seattle Fire was 1889 (seriously, look it up. Its kind of a perfect disaster and a bit hilarious.) so it could be very possible that going back there could be something very different. 

My “home” would not actually exist until around the World’s Fair of 1963. Until then, this was a pretty empty part of town, as I understand it. Seattle Center was constructed to be the site of the Fair, and the hotel building (and many of the now apartment buildings in Queen Anne) were built to accommodate the massive influx of people. 

The UW was originally downtown, btw, until 1891. Hence University Street bearing the name. 

So. I’d prolly be in a field. Or someplace not developed yet. I’d have to get across Lake Washington, or as it was known to the Duwamish, Xacuabš, and, well, I guess I’d head south, and a little west.. 

It’d be cool to see the original street architecture before it needed to be built up. And to see how much of Seattle was still marshland, tho.

Weapon: Club. Nightstick. Nonleathal but can be if necessary. I also think I could prolly use it better than anything else, given that I have very little knowledge of weaponry.

Tool: Multitool. Clippers, Pliers, serrated blade, maybe a flint. 

Set: Merino wool long sleeve knit shirt and quick dry cargo pants, Wool hunting vest with pockets, short brimmed cotton patrol cap, smartwool socks, leather boots. Also, a silk scarf. 

Tech: My only bit of vanity here. A pencil and waterproof sketchbook. 

So. It started as a self insert story that let me figure out my way into multiple fantasy universes. Then I realized there was a wee bit of potential so I started letting the plotbunnies loose on the side characters, and, well, bob’s your uncle.

Floating castle full of angels that have hidden themselves for the betterment of the world. They advanced in technology sooner, and elected to let humanity do the same on their own pace They control a prophecy about the twin sons (suns, translation has never been clear) becoming the end of the world. The angels (or, really, winged denziens. They just all have wings, yeah? They aren’t servants to the christian man upstairs.) figure that there’s no one better or more powerful to control this prophecy than them, so they try to make twin sons with the power of suns inside them. Cover all their bases.

However...magic goes awry, and one becomes a daughter. The angels and their republic elect to see how they can tweak the formula to make it work. Unil that time? They have to keep an eye on and keep track of pretty much two very powerful kids to make sure the world ends in the right place. 

There (of course) are demons that dwell beneath the earth, too. They heard of the prophecy, and are trying to do the same thing, however all they keep doing is creating mutations upon themselves. There’s...hard feelings. Bad negotiations. Racism. (It...exists in the way we’re familiar with, too. And is confronted. I’m working on how different religions/cultures/races would fit into the city. I’m still trying to figure out if Muslim angels would cover their wings.)  

There’s a small group/branch of the military. Part secret service, part babysitters, part order keepers. They’re called (Surprise)  The Twin Sun’s Guardians. Technically, they answer to the Republic, but, well, they’ve been doing a shitty job at it. 

The series starts where the Republic has pulled a few strings, and instead of one Guardian who’s worked her way up through the military (her name’s Rain), they’ve chosen a former assistant to the Republic, named Lancius. And, well...it’s not taken well. 

There’s Jonathan, a demon, who is very close to the Daughter. He kinda keeps to himself, but helps the Guardians a lot. He’s not liked by demons. And not trusted by angels, even though he really hasn’t given them any reason to, other than existing. 

There’s the Republic, who’s positions are chosen by naming a successor. One seat has been held by a bloodline for...as long as it began. They’re a little inbred. And the next in line is named Anaximander. He’s very pretty and very dangerous.

One seat has been held by a certain member for as long as anyone cares to remember. His name is Henri. He functions as librarian (among many many other things) and he is around 6′4″ without heels (Agender, he/him/his pronouns). He is about as goth as they come, clove cigarettes and all. 

Carlos or Watson. John would be better from a more practical/strategical sense, however. He is an army doctor, and so the medical knowledge would prove very useful if we got into a tight spot. I'd want to be stuck with someone who knew how to clean out cuts properly, and basic survial skills.

French hens: Three things I like (I did this already but for you Gabby anything):

Sweaters

Manageable responsibilities

Waffles

Turtle Doves: Two of my favorite people:

My bruh Chris (who's being my transport to and from surgery and helping me on the first afternoon and has somehow stuck around with me for many long months of shit going wrong)