#(subversion: pt2;;)

[isolaradiale]

Please note that this does not begin until Friday, December 20th at 12:00:01am EST. No starters, info posts, or ads can be made before that point. This is just an information post for preparation's sake!

We previously teased that we'd be doing something different for the December event, and this is it! Because everyone is busy with the holidays and there are likely event reruns some members would like to do but can't since they never win the polls, we decided to try a period where you can choose whichever event you'd like to write during the three week event period. We're posting this in advance so you can think about what you'd like to pick!

There are, of course, some rules and caveats for this:

Most events are available to be chosen but not all of them. This is because some of the staff who wrote those events are no longer with us. You can find a list of eligible events at the bottom of this post!

You must choose a single event to receive event participation with on any single blog. You're more than welcome to thread with others doing other events so that they have people to write with, but you can only claim participation for a single event during this period!

There is a flat reward of a free unlock for everyone who participates regardless of whether or not the event you pick gives an unlock. This is so everyone receives an unlock regardless of the event chosen. Picking one that gives an unlock will not give you two, you will still only receive the single unlock. You must write at least 300 IC words for your chosen event to be eligible to claim the unlock.

The usual rules on the EVENT RERUN GUIDE still apply! Your character will see the city in the state that it was in during that event, and will believe everyone is going through the same thing.

A more complete post will be made on Friday with any questions that have been asked in the interim. So if you have any questions about how things work, please send them to the masterlist (not the Discord server) before Friday!

Below you can find a list of eligible events along with links to their information posts:

COVET

SUBVERSION (PT1 + PT2)

THE FANTASIA WAR (PT1 + PT2)

DREAMSCAPE

EMPATHEOREM

CUPID SHUFFLE

SECURITY BREACH (PT1 + PT2)

SHORE

MASKERADE FESTIVAL

SHINE BRIGHT

OPTIMIZATION

CANVAS (PT1 + PT2)

LATESUMMER NIGHT'S SOIREE

MISTIFIED

CREW CALL

SUBSISTENCE (PT1 + PT2)

A CROCUS AMONG US

DOWN YOU GO

FRAGMEMORIA (PT1 + PT2)

THE CHALLENGER'S PATH

DATA CORRUPT (PT1 + PT2)

HOMECOMING (PT1 + PT2)

SPIRALE GAMES

ENDLESS AURORA

PHANTASM AMALGAM (PT1 + PT2)

COLOUR THEORY (MID-EVENT UPDATE)

ALTERNATIVE ALLEGORY

[thekatebridgerton]

Masterlist of Genderbent Philoise (Elliot Bridgerton verse) 2022 posts

This list was supposed to go in my masterlist of aus posted in, 2022 but I seem to have so many of them, it warranted a page of its own. Basically in this au, Only Phiolise is genderbent, Because OG Philoise is such a subversion of gender roles, that if they were the opposite gender, nothing would change in their story. So Eloise is Elliot Bridgerton and Phillip, is Philly (Phillipa) Crane, I think this is the au that has entertained me for the longest. And you guys seem to like it too. so here you go with the links. click the keep reading button for more)

Genderbent Philoise, post #1

Genderbent Philoise, Elliot Bridgerton post #2

Genderbent Philoise post #3: Elliot Bridgerton and Penelope friendship pt1

Genderbent Philoise post #4: Elliot Bridgerton and Penelope friendship vs Colin pt2

Genderbent Philoise post #5

Genderbent Philoise post #6

Genderbent Philoise post #8

Genderbent Philoise post #9

Genderbent Philoise post #10

Genderbent Philoise post #11: Elliot Bridgerton and Penelope friendship vs Colin pt3

"> Genderbent Philoise post #12: Elliot Bridgerton and Penelope friendship pt4

Genderbent Philoise post #13: Elliot Bridgerton and Penelope friendship vs Colin pt5

Genderbent Philoise post #14: Elliot Bridgerton and Penelope friendship vs Colin and Portia pt6

Genderbent Philoise post #15

Genderbent Philoise post #16: Martin Thompson backstory

Genderbent Philoise post #16: Elliot Bridgerton and Penelope friendship vs Colin pt8

Genderbent Philoise post #17: Elliot Bridgerton and Penelope friendship pt9

Genderbent Philoise post #18: Elliot Bridgerton and Penelope friendship pt10

Genderbent Philoise post #19: Elliot Bridgerton and Penelope friendship ft Colin pt11

Genderbent Philoise post #20: Modern au Elliot Bridgerton and Penelope friendship ft Colin pt12

Genderbent Philoise post #21: Elliot Bridgerton vs the Polin proposal

Genderbent Philoise post #22: Elliot Bridgerton and Philly Crane backstory post

Genderbent Philoise post #23:Aesthetic with faceclaim included

Genderbent Philoise post #24: more Elliot Bridgerton and Philly Crane backstory

Genderbent Philoise post #25: Philly Crane and Martin Thompson marriage

Genderbent Philoise post #26:Elliot Bridgerton and Penelope friendship ft Colin pt13

Genderbent Philoise post #27: Elliot Bridgerton and Francesca bribe the maid

Genderbent Philoise post #28: Elliot Bridgerton and Penelope friendship pt14

Genderbent Philoise post #29:Elliot Bridgerton and Penelope friendship ft Colin pt15

Genderbent Philoise post #30:Elliot Bridgerton and Penelope friendship pt16

Genderbent Philoise post #31: More Elliot Bridgerton Backstory pt 2

Genderbent Philoise post #32

Genderbent Philoise post #33:Elliot Bridgerton and Penelope friendship pt17

Genderbent Philoise post #34:Elliot Bridgerton and Penelope friendship ft Colin pt18

"> Genderbent Philoise post #35:Elliot Bridgerton and Penelope friendship ft Colin pt19

Genderbent Philoise post #36:Elliot Bridgerton and Penelope friendship ft Colin pt20

Genderbent Philoise post #37:Elliot Bridgerton and Penelope friendship ft Colin pt21

Genderbent Philoise post #38:Elliot Bridgerton and Penelope friendship ft Colin pt22

Genderbent Philoise post #39:Elliot Bridgerton and Penelope friendship pt23

Modern Genderbent Philoise post #40:Elliot Bridgerton and Penelope friendship pt24

Genderbent Philoise post #41:Elliot Bridgerton vs Cressida

Genderbent Philoise post #42:Elliot Bridgerton vs Oliver and Amanda pt3

Genderbent Philoise post #43:Elliot Bridgerton and Penelope friendship ft Colin pt25

Genderbent Philoise post #44:Elliot Bridgerton and Penelope friendship ft Colin pt26

Genderbent Philoise post #45:Elliot Bridgerton and Penelope friendship pt27

Genderbent Philoise post #46: Elliot Bridgerton vs Oliver and Amanda pt 4

Genderbent Philoise post #47

Genderbent Philoise post #48: more Elliot Bridgerton backstory pt 3

Genderbent Philoise post #49

Genderbent Philoise post #50: More Elliot Bridgerton and Philly Crane pt 5

Genderbent Philoise post #51: More visuals on what Elliot Bridgerton looks like

Genderbent Philoise post #52: Elliot Bridgerton as a dad

Genderbent Philoise post #53

Genderbent Philoise post #54

Genderbent Philoise post #55: Modern Elliot Bridgerton and Penelope friendship vs Colin pt28

Genderbent Philoise post #56: Modern Elliot Bridgerton and Philly Crane pt 1

Genderbent Philoise post #57: Modern Elliot Bridgerton and Penelope friendship pt 29

Genderbent Philoise post #58: Modern Elliot Bridgerton and Penelope friendship vs Colin pt 30

Genderbent Philoise post #59: Modern Elliot Bridgerton and Penelope friendship vs Colin pt 31

wow was that a long post, but it was worth it. this is a very nice au if you ask me

[amamozarte]

😵😵😵😵ok ill try to keep it at least a little brief but its more or less like this to me:

Dune is a story that features a lot of political espionage and duplicity. Most of the players of the power game have some kind of dirtiness to them, either very openly like the Baron Harkonnen’s vendetta play or very subtly like the Duke Atreides’ propaganda campaigns. From the beginning of the story, Feyd is immediately established as a character who’s expected to become deeply versed in the practice of scheming and follow in his uncle’s example of being underhanded and power hungry. The relationship Feyd has with him is very predicated on the imbalance of power (through the Baron’s grooming) and thus Feyd has to utilize the tactics that are instilled into him from the Baron to survive him (when Feyd makes an assassination attempt on the Baron through the slave boy, he defends himself by quoting the Baron’s own lessons in assassination). Through these moments, there is a strong association formed between the Baron and Feyd’s heir status and the importance of “plans within plans” as the book likes to say.

When Feyd arranges the fight in the arena, the act itself is another tactic to gain underhanded control through subversive means. Not only is the slave’s status a means of disposing of a troublesome figure for him while ensuring his popularity, he swaps the knives which are poisoned, and uses the secret word which makes the slave seize up in the midst of the battle. Everything about the fight is arranged to benefit him, but the act of fighting itself is conversely straight forward. Feyd fights completely one on one against a lucid opponent, and finds direct connection in that honorable way of fighting based entirely on the will and skill of the opponent. The trickery is ultimately all in dedication to his struggle against the Baron, but the physical act of fighting itself is a pleasure that exists solely for him, and he shows his value for it by respectfully burying the Atreides soldier even when the crowd calls for his head.

In the final battle against Paul, Feyd excitedly awaits a truly fair battle built purely on skill. However, even though the Baron is dead and gone, Feyd has become completely absorbed in the lust for power that was embedded in him from the start, ultimately dying to the treacherous method he tries to use in the fight. To me, I think desire for physical violence correlates to desire for independence from the social structure which he is bound to. In a sense, Paul is the ideal “freed” self which Feyd could have been, who rejects the empirical schemes and aligns himself with the cause of literature through pure might.

This is why I’m a bit iffy on how murder-happy Feyd is in Dune pt2. I think the portrayal of him as a sadomasochist is not completely unfounded and is a fine reading of the character (that I agree with to some extent) but I always feel like his violence should be restrained and controlled. The Baron kills very freely in the book, but Feyd is always told when and how to fight, which is what makes his rebellion by not drugging the slave shocking and impactful to the Baron. Feyd isn’t someone who just kills because it’s easy to pick on weak targets, as seen by his distress over the Baron forcing him to kill the all the pleasure slaves, but more to feel the exchange of violence through fair battle. I will say, though, that the final showdown between Paul and Feyd is a nice kind of arc they give him that ends on a slightly nicer note than in the book. In the movie version there’s no hidden needles or poisoned knives, but is more of a real equal grounds fight that Feyd wishes for. It gives a sense that, now that the Baron is dead, Feyd’s true colors as a surprisingly honorable and proud fighter display, and he’s happy to go down to the knife of an equally matched opponent.

...except he's not drooling with rage? he's drooling from the high of having his life directly threatened for the first time ever. he's laughing because he's found delight in death and the threat of death. There's no rage there, there's joy and pleasure. tbh I wouldn't even really call it animalistic, but that's another post (from this article)

[crimsonverses]

                  Evening was only their waking time, Crow wakes up truly afternoon. He is a nocturnal being, after all-- naturally he’d start walking around the city at such times. Only to have his eyes play a little magic trick. Crow squints off into the sunset to find... copies of ShinganCrimsonZ running off into another ward--- Cotes ward. Crow snaps a photo (blurry, to say the least, unlike the other ones talent in taking pictures) and moves to the chatroom with his bandmates, fingers typing like a maniac about how he just found some fakers

                  [ Crow at 5pm in ShinganCrimsonZ chat ]                   > (CROW ATTACHED AN IMG)                   > Dude what the fuck!!                    > Did y’all see another me?! Why is there two Roms and Yaibas and Aions!!!!                   > !!!!!!!!                   > What the fuck!!! What the FUCK!!!

@goldenbass @azuredrums @violetstrings 

[yanagichiri-blog]

         A predator stalking its prey.

Exercising caution. Serenity. Steady breathing and focused eyes, analyzing a quarry and waiting for a moment to strike. How appropriate, then, that he’s in a forest. Home territory, or something similar to it. It only makes sense that his target would be drawn to this place as well.

When it comes, it’s easy. He’s the one with the combat experience. He’s the one who knows how to aim a bow. Fujin Yumi responds with ease, and a gust of wind soars straight through its mark.

A scream of pure pain ricochets off the trees. His other self crumples, a death grip on his thigh as blood dies his pants red. Takumi closes the distance in a heart beat, sprinting through brush like he didn’t just loose an arrow through himself. Another one is drawn by the glowing green line as the prince looms over his own writhing form. Through the pain, it takes the other to recognize he’s there, but as soon as his moans of agony die down, his face blanches and he tries to scramble away.

     “N-No--!” The other Takumi whimpers. “Don’t-- don’t hurt me! Don’t kill me--!” It’s a cry that almost falls on deaf ears, a merciless glint pervasive in the original’s eyes. He doesn’t lower his weapon, but he doesn’t advance either.

     “I can’t kill you, but you have two options,” he announces, voice so level it barely sounds like the same man. “you can either give up and let me seal you away, or I keep poking you full of holes until you’re too weak to resist.” His eyes narrow. “Give up. I’m not against hurting you more. I’m sending you to some place better.” There’s shock and horror on his double’s face, but soon he’s indignant.

     “As if I can trust you, you bastard!” He glares through his wincing. “Shooting at me like this, looking at me like I’m an animal! What the hell is wrong with you?!” This, at last, gets Takumi’s irritated mask to break, full anger blossoming.

     “Oh, shut up! You have no idea how much I hate this!” The arrow he has disappears on a whim, and he points an indignant finger at his double. “I don’t want to do this either, look at myself and face myself and try to convince my shitty, stubborn self to listen to what I say!” He grits his teeth. “I know how I am, how we are, and I know I’m the real one, so just shut up and let me do this for you!”

A silence settles between them. Takumi can’t tear his eyes away from the blood dripping through his other’s fingers. He has an expression that’s still furious, but there’s an undercurrent to it that feels menacing.

     “And how do you know... How do you know that what you remember is real?” 

Takumi pauses, alarmed. Those are words he hadn’t expected.

     “... What?”

     “We have the same memories, you know? Well, some of them...” The copy makes a crawl to get closer, enduring the wound in his leg. “I know... I know you couldn’t remember all your battles. You just remembered feeling angry, frustrated, betrayed... You couldn’t remember the battle at Suzanoh. You couldn’t even remember your own death.”

     “But I... I remember more. I’ve got it all in here.” He taps his forehead, leaving a red oval in the center. “I remember everything. I remember what we did. Doesn’t that make me the one who should stay? Doesn’t that make me the origi-- AAAAAHH!!”

Fujin Yumi’s arrows of wind leave a clean hole through the other’s shoulder. He watches, furious, as he writhes, nearly spits out of anger.

     “I told you to SHUT UP!!!” He yells. “They said our copies would be crazy, and they were damn right! You’re going to go to the other place whether you like it or not!” He holds no sympathy as tears prick his mirrored eyes, instead fishing out his phone, intent on waiting until he bled out.

Though his teeth are grit, the doppelganger smiles. The look in his irises changes. Becomes blank.

     “You’re only mad... because I’m right.” He whispers, loud enough for Takumi to hear as he mashes on his phone. Glimmers of light come too late around the double, allowing him to utter his final words.

     “You’re only mad... because you can’t... remember...

      Anankos...”

And then, in the woods, there stood only one.

The phone and bow clatter to the brush as the prince falls to his hands and knees. He’s wide-eyed, his limbs shake, and the back of his skull throbs like a hammer strikes it.

He doesn’t know that name.

   No.

        Yes?

There’s only... emptiness... FuLlness... silent agony, desolate fury, Inner cONFliCt, and the StIng from a TRAITOR. from RUIN.

betrayal.

                     A Dark EnIgmA d r e a d, anger, pain, madness madness MADNESS      A NAME... a FaMily, His family, his people, his dreams, HiS GOAls. HIS truST          scattered into dust. DYING. DEAD.

b e t r a y a l .

kill them a l l      kill the t r a i t o r           k i l l                KILL

                                                    K  I  L  L

A scream of pure pain ricochets off the trees.

[braveryfated]

Alrighty. I briefly mentioned it in the drabble I wrote, yet Haruka has had a run in with a copy of herself in canon before. Said copy tried to kill not only herself, but her friends as well. Because of that entire ordeal, she's incredibly worried that her copy's going to start attacking people. If someone were to approach her, she would try to get them away from her.

But honestly? Her copy's the complete opposite of what she thinks will happen. In reality, she's more scared of Haruka and will run away if she saw her. However, as her stability deteriorates, the more likely she may try to find a weapon or something to fight back, thinking Haruka's trying to harm her.

So, in a sense they're both afraid of each other.

Anyway... In regards to starters, they'll either be with normal Haruka trying to find her copy- or helping others find theirs, the copy trying to hide from Haruka, or both of them just yelling at each other in fear. I'll leave this uncapped for starters and if you have a preference, please let me know.

[sneakthieflupin-blog]

|| Here’s an uncapped Subversion Part II plotting call! Just click that like button, and I’ll pop into your IMs!

[lystsyn-blog]

her ‘other’ self is almost like witnessing a window back through time.

viewing the world from behind the eyes of another is not a wholly unfamiliar experience for vira, of course; skydwellers and primal beasts were never meant to bond, let alone become one. luminiera’s thoughts seep through the cracks sometimes, when she becomes unfocused, and vira gets to see the world as her companion does; in sharp focus, with eyes meant for battle and battle alone, quickly identifying (and wrestling with an urge to dispose of) threats.

she was built a weapon, and though she has outgrown her purpose -- the marks of the astrals remain on her, as they always will. now that vira is also her -- or rather, her host -- they are her scars, too; burdens from before she was born are hers to bear.

( but she was born nobility, so she supposes this was always the case. )

but there is an unfamiliar factor in it all; rather than be memories of someone else, they are of herself, but different. different in the sense that she can feel that unbridled viciousness and pragmatism that characterized her days as lord; it is like looking into a dark mirror of her current self, without luminiera’s calming influence and allies at her back. there is who she would be if she had stayed cut off from the world; cold, distant, and deluding herself into thinking she was content with it.

living a ghost of a life.

but even she deserves saving. if not for the moral duty of a knight that vira bears, then purely for her own safety; for luminiera’s safety, too, as she is reminded of the primal beast curled around her shoulders. she has another to say goodbye to as well, though her thoughts are now closed off to vira; she chooses to remain within herself, withdrawing to spare her partner the weight of another’s anxieties.

both of them, led on by the application in vira’s hands, are drawn to the city of yesteryear. hopefully there, in its ruins, they can give their mirror-images another chance, and spare themselves from an unfortunate fate.

the city is frantic, but they arrive outside the limits of spirale without incident. there are others here, most likely saddled with the same task; some travel in groups, taking refuge in companionship even as the dark cloud of their limited time hangs over their heads. despite luminiera’s warmth, vira finds herself feeling distinctly alone; vulnerable for it, as well, even though lyst sin is a comforting presence at her hip, as always, with a grip made for her hands and her hands alone.

-- but maybe, there’s someone she can find, too. scanning the scattered residents figuring out their own directions, she spots him; garbed in gallant red, looking decidedly ridiculous holding a smartphone, but familiar.

...even if he’s an absolute pain of a man, most of the time.

“ lord of flames, ” she calls, and her voice carries clearly, as it always does. 

“ do you, too, seek your doppelganger? would you be bothered if i were to accompany you? we seem to be heading in the same direction, after all, and i must confess that i would like the company of an... ally. ”

@idealflames

[nohreason]

it’s taken him this long to track his clone down.

perhaps it’s the strength of his bitterness, ever-present and unrelenting, that forces him to keep following his clones trail. after their first brief encounter, leo regrets not handling the matter with more force from the get-go -- brynhildr is clutched tightly in hand even now, and this time he will skip right past the formalities.

it’s exactly what everyone expects of him anyway. a little diplomacy on the surface, a substructure composed entirely of violence and bloodthirst beneath. it’s far from the truth of what he views as himself, but this whole clone nonsense is starting to make him doubt his self-perception on a new level. is he such a horrific person? or does he merely look worse by comparison, to both this clone and his foreign counterparts?

these questions are unsuitable for mulling over while tramping further into these murky woods. he should have called for help of some sort, but the thought of calling zero right away for help with this seemed... a step beyond embarrassing. he can’t quite bring himself to face him, not untl this business is finished. for good.

that said, for all the apparent lunacy that’s transpired, his clone isn’t as bright as he makes himself out to be, else he’d not be hiding, barely covered, behind a withered old evergreen smothered by its larger evergreen brethren some tens of feet off in the distance. it’s hard to judge the exact distance, but he closes it within moments. his other self does not run.

<<I should kill you.>> leo huffs a bit. the armor isn’t doing him any favors here, but he’d rather not be caught out without it, not under these circumstances. <<I won’t, but I should. I’ve thought about it in great length, actually, while I ran after you like some half-mad fool trying to keep up.>>

there isn’t any response from himself, the other leo. so he continues.

<<Don’t you have anything to say for yourself? Or are you as out of breath as I am?>> nothing still, and the silence slowly moves him to anger. <<I suppose I understand why you ran. I wouldn’t have given up a life like that either. Not that you’re actually giving it up, you know. Which I was trying to explain before you took off like a fool.>>

this elicits a response, and the other-leo peeks up and around the deadened tree. <<Pardon me for not caring about your sob story of a life. I have my own problems to worry about.>>

that strikes a nerve. <<Oh, of course. Like your ridiculous idea of an education, or spending time with zero talking about trifles over tea -- >>

<<At least I had a life. At least I was enjoying myself.>> other-leo hesitates a moment before delivering the finishing blow to his chest. <<I like him quite a bit, thank you. At least I showed it better than you did.>>

there’s an anger boiling deep within leo’s chest that has been a long time building, though for what he’s not quite sure. it almost bubbles over at that. <<Showed what? He knows how much I appreciate him and his work for me. I’ve trusted him with my life -- what else is there to say?>>

the other-leo laughs, a short barking sound. perhaps he’s closer to madness than he lets on. <<Oh, yes, of course. You’ve an explanation for everything, don’t you? I’ve the life you never had and you’re mad about it and can’t even admit to it.>>

<<This is a stupid conversation. A waste of time. I should just knock you out and -- >>

<<You’ve everything to be envious of in me.>> the other-leo’s expression is dark, yet surprisingly placid. a sky before a storm. <<You’re so easily angered by just that. I didn’t even have to bring up Azura, but I’m sure you wished she would be so kind to you. You’d like loving parents too, but that time is gone, isn’t it?>>

<<I will strike you with Brynhildr. Do not test me -- >>

<<But keep clinging to your Zero. Pretend you’ll find a way home for everyone. Keep trying to be responsible and calm when you know you’ll fail. Lie to yourself a little longer -- >>

<<Enough!>> he’s not sure when he had decided he was tired of listening to such delusional ramblings. perhaps it really was jealousy that spurred him, a heat of the moment sort of anger that he couldn’t quell. either way he’s not used brynhildr properly, having just bludgeoned his clone directly into unconsciousness.

using it properly might have killed him, after all.

a sigh escapes him as he moves to seal this irritating version of himself that will never be, with a life and future he’ll never have. the emotions welling in his chest -- envy? sorrow? bitterness? he’s not sure. but at least for now, he’ll not be forced to confront them. not until he’s ready.

[isolaradiale]

We previously teased that we'd be doing something different for the December event, and this is it! Because everyone is busy with the holidays and there are likely event reruns some members would like to do but can't since they never win the polls, we decided to try a period where you can choose whichever event you'd like to write during the three week event period.

There are, of course, some rules and caveats for this:

Most events are available to be chosen but not all of them. This is because some of the staff who wrote those events are no longer with us. You can find a list of eligible events at the bottom of this post!

You must choose a single event to receive event participation with on any single blog. You're more than welcome to thread with others doing other events so that they have people to write with, but you can only claim participation for a single event during this period!

There is a flat reward of a free unlock for everyone who participates regardless of whether or not the event you pick gives an unlock. This is so everyone receives an unlock regardless of the event chosen. Picking one that gives an unlock will not give you two, you will still only receive the single unlock. You must write at least 300 IC words for your chosen event to be eligible to claim the unlock.

The usual rules on the EVENT RERUN GUIDE still apply! Your character will see the city in the state that it was in during that event, and will believe everyone is going through the same thing.

HOW PARTICIPATING IN MULTIPLE EVENTS WORKS

As a preliminary reminder: you can only claim participation for a single event regardless of how many you participate in. Participating in multiple events is more to help others get interactions as most members will be choosing different things.

Characters are sent to a different digital reconstruction of the city depending on which rerun you're doing. Areas unique to the event are recreated in this space too.

Characters will not remember being in multiple events at the same time during the event period. You can't have a thread in Subversion and then hop into The Maskerade Festival and have your character recall being in Subversion right before that. They will remember all of the events after this event period is over, however.

Because the event reruns take place in a digital space, there is no 1:1 timeline with the outside world. Reruns have no tangible effect on the city where business continues as usual. Just because your character feels like they spent a week in an event does not mean a week has passed in the city proper. Just keep in mind that events do canonically last two to four weeks depending on the event, so your character couldn't spend more than that amount of time (from their perspective) in a single event rerun.

Below you can find a list of eligible events along with links to their information posts:

COVET

SUBVERSION (PT1 + PT2)

THE FANTASIA WAR (PT1 + PT2)

DREAMSCAPE

EMPATHEOREM

CUPID SHUFFLE

SECURITY BREACH (PT1 + PT2)

SHORE

MASKERADE FESTIVAL

SHINE BRIGHT

OPTIMIZATION

CANVAS (PT1 + PT2)

LATESUMMER NIGHT'S SOIREE

MISTIFIED

CREW CALL

SUBSISTENCE (PT1 + PT2)

A CROCUS AMONG US

DOWN YOU GO

FRAGMEMORIA (PT1 + PT2)

THE CHALLENGER'S PATH

DATA CORRUPT (PT1 + PT2)

HOMECOMING (PT1 + PT2)

SPIRALE GAMES

ENDLESS AURORA

PHANTASM AMALGAM (PT1 + PT2)

COLOUR THEORY (MID-EVENT UPDATE)

ALTERNATIVE ALLEGORY

[fairyknight]

CARRYING THE TORCH (SUBVERSION PT2 DRABBLE)

● It wasn’t like she had never wondered what it would be like. What if she had been born into a life that was much more ‘normal’ than the one she’d led? Adopted when she was young, raised by a mother that loved her, treated like just another woman on the street as she went about her day to day business. Even if she had to hide her vampiric features, it would still have been a happier life than the one she had led.

So what happened now felt cruel. Not only had she been given a taste of what that life might have been, but she had been forcibly ejected from that tiny sliver of happiness she found. What she had been, if only for a moment, was cursed to end. Even now, Tristan was overwhelmed with jealousy towards that alternate self, at times enough to want to end her misery early.

Tristan was jealous, but she had already decided on her answer. I’m not going to torture her. Had she been herself from back then, back from the Lostbelt, she probably would have. Nothing would have made her happier than to see her alternative self suffer. As thing were, they had changed. She couldn’t return to that life anymore, as much as there was a part of her that wished to.

If she did, she would disappoint her Master. She would disappoint her mother. And she didn’t want to see any of them sad. She didn’t want to be looked at like a monster. Not anymore. Not when she didn’t need to be like that.

And so the fairy lurked in the shadows of a familiar apartment. She assumed that, being based on her, the duplicate would not agree to go of her own volition. Whatever was destabilizing them certainly wouldn’t have helped things either, and so she had opted to go the least messy route. “Light’s out.” As soon as the door to the bedroom full of fashion designs and half-finished works opened, the Servant struck the woman wearing her face with a punch meant to knock her out. 

There was a bit of blood, and that blood’s presence was enough to whir her instincts to life. But she resisted while standing over the student with her cellphone in hand. “Sorry. There’s no such thing as happily ever after. Not for you, and certainly not for me. But... You had some good ideas. At the very least, I’ll try and take those goals of yours and carry the torch... For both of our sakes.” She left the felled woman with this words before the weight of her finger came down on her phone. 

“It’s stupid. Being a Servant is stupid!” A life after death? It was already too late to make amends, to change, to be a better person. Yet here she was trying nonetheless. To what ends? For who? Baobhan Sith didn’t know. She just knew she was tired of being looked at like she was some sort of creature. That she wanted to be seen as a person too.

[herbalremedied]

     It was a strange set of circumstances.      When Baizhu awoke to the sound of his phone alarm, he did not expect with it a flood of memories he was certain were not his. Scenes of a different reality, of a man frail and weak with a face that was his own cutting flowers from a garden, entered his mind all at once and sent it in a confused tailspin. Though as he managed to access the voicemail detailing the hows and whys and objectives to the situation, one thing became very clear:      Whatever this was, it was the work of The Stars. And he had to find the man in his memories, the him from another reality.      Pondering his choices, he realized this would not be an easy task alone. Just as the one from his memories was ailed and fragile with illness, so too was Baizhu, nor was his Vision of any help to him at present. One person sprung to mind, and while they were not enemies, they weren't exactly allies either, although Baizhu decided they could be, just for this occasion.      Enlisting the help of Childe was something he likely wouldn’t have considered in any other set of circumstance, but there in these alternate memories, he recalled a young man that mirrored him — one his alternate self took kindly to, and perhaps it could be the first step in tracking him down.      Now, they crunch their steps through the snowfall, far from town. The winter air whips his braid around, and Changsheng, no match for the cold, tucks herself as far into Baizhu’s shoulder as she’s able. Drawing his arms to himself for warmth, he scans his surroundings then his phone. This should be the place... Yet there’s no one in sight.

     “ Supposedly... He is nearby. Do you see anything? ”

@doublemasked​   planned  thread.   ||   ( SUBVERSION. )

[banghwa-moved]

to add to the discussion abt like crazy, a bts centric account i follow on instagram was immediately saying “like crazy is abt a one night stand, it’s a baby making song!” and i just… i mean sure if u wanna interpret it that way, but jimin’s been so clear abt how this album centres around his thoughts & feelings & identity, the reflections of himself, to paraphrase… i remember one of the promo pictures (that was just text) was talking about mirrors/reflection. like there’s layers here!! it’s not -just- abt a one night stand… -_- it’s especially clear in the like crazy mv because the woman the camera focuses on is literally. A Reflection of himself. in a Face He Doesn’t Recognize. compounded by the recent live performance where one of the dancers mirrors his movements perfectly.

YOU GET IT.....like its a song about sexuality but that doesnt mean its sexy like the sexiness is supposed to be disarming and to IMPOSE an expectation of what the songs about to try to communicate that deep inner sorrow like. from the panopticon in set me free pt2 and the mirrors in like crazy, the interlude, the gender play in the like crazy choreo as a way to simultaneously showcase desire and sexuality alongside shadows and and seeking escape from within through something outside of yourself like its EVERYWHERE. he has been so clear about this album and the point of it and there is just so much though put into how to communicate that subversion of point of view and yeah im always like "death to the artist! media is up to interpretation and is given meaning through its appropriation by the public!!" but atp its just belittling to try to argue that its about anything less than profound loneliness and reckoning with whats within.

[yanagichiri-blog]

         He has nothing to say about the duplicates and would prefer not to speak of them. In fact, he seems far too rattled to speak much at all.

[braveryfated]

After spending days being chased by the other, the copy was at her wits end. With a mix of exhaustion and the virus rapidly deteriorating her ability to logically process her own thoughts, an idea came to mind. An idea that lead her to find a weapon, stealing a baseball bat in the middle of the night from a storage facility near the schooling district in Cotes.

Now, she would wait. Hiding in an alleyway by the arcade, having a feeling that the other her would pass by at some point.

And sure enough, she was correct.

Early that next morning, Haruka resumed her search for her copy, walking past that same arcade with phone in hand. As she walked past the alleyway, the copy stepped out, bat raised above her head, prepared to attack. Yet Haruka was fortunate enough to notice what her copy was doing, jumping out of the way just before she swung the bat down. Panicked, as well as knowing that Barrier currently had it's limits, she grabs the lid off a trash can, making a mental note to return it later.

Haruka had little choice, she was going to have to fight the copy.

The fight lasted for an hour, ending near the cherry blossoms in Cotes with the duo lying exhausted on the ground, staring up at the sky. Baseball bat and trash can lid, covered in scratches and dents respectively, tossed aside.

"You- no. Me- oh, whatever, you get what I mean. You calmed down now? You're not about to get up and try to attack me again? 'Cause I've got some questions for you," Haruka turns her head carefully to glance at her copy, who simply nods a couple of times.

"Good. That voice on your phone, an AI I'm guessing, is... is that something you created?"

"Of course I did. Dad helped me with it too, before he disappeared. At least, I think he did, really just a guess based on this," Carefully, she pulls at the necklace around her neck, pulling it over her head before holding it up. The necklace had a USB hanging from it, one Haruka seemed to recognize.

"On the USB was a bunch of code. I didn't understand what it all meant at first, yet after analysing it for a while, it became clear what it was for, so I worked on finishing it." Haruka simply nodded as she listened to the copy. For years, she wanted to know what was on that USB, yet had it stolen from her before she could have the chance. Yet who stole it? Her memory of it was rather hazy, yet she recalled having it, right up to when she was caught hacking to try to find her father.

"Another question. Did... you ever go looking for... dad? Since I did, I don't remember if I ended up finding him though."

"Nope. I've thought about it a lot, yet I never tried to find him. I'm not really sure why though," To Haruka, everything was starting to make sense, yet there was still a question on her mind.

"Hey, so, that parallel space or whatever you spoke about, you weren't lying about that, were you?"

"Of course not. Why would I lie about that? Especially when both our lives are in danger. I don't want to die and, honestly, I doubt you want to either," There was more that Haruka wanted to ask, yet she didn't know how much time she had. Slowly, she reaches for her phone, opening up the Spirale GO app.

"So... You're fine with going there?"

"...If it'll save us both, yeah." To be honest, Haruka didn't know how truthful that voicemail was in regards to the virus and parallel space, yet she had little choice but to believe.

"I guess this is goodbye then." With the copy nodding once more, Haruka reached over, tapping her shoulder with the app running. Once the copy had vanished completely, Haruka covered her eyes with her arm, her grip tightening on her phone.

She would stand back up later, yet for now, she just needed a few moments to recover. Chasing after her copy for who knows how long was quite exhausting after all.

[sneakthieflupin-blog]

“A copy?”  Lupin the Third knew this game well. People paraded around as him on the daily back where he came from. But according to this, the rules of the game were a little different. Instead of his ‘copy’ imitating his lifestyle, the double firmly believed he was born and raised here.

And here he thought all of this was just some dream---and it only confirmed what he already knew was true; Lupin doesn’t dream. Turns out all of it was real. Only now, this game had gotten out of hand, and Lupin was tasked with finding his double and bringing him back.

But did he really believe any of this?

Maybe. But not because he trusted the voice, per se. No, he figured that his very existence in this world alone was proof enough that anything was possible.

Lupin tapped on the app the voice mentioned.

He woke with a start. Like a switch, something clicked. Something he couldn’t understand, like something in a foreign or dead language. Suddenly, he had the urge to get creative. Maybe go on a hike. Maybe jump off a cliff---all for some sort of cheap thrill.

He shook his head hard.  ‘Weird...’  Eyes searched the room, locking on neatly folded clothes laid out on top of a dresser on the northern wall. Must be his. He got out of bed and began to dress himself, almost routinely so. Maybe this is normal? He felt off somehow.

He got dressed, admiring himself in the mirror. At least dressing himself in these clothes felt natural. Now what? He moved from room to room, eyes scanning everything they could. Soon, he found himself in the kitchen, eyeing a coffee maker.

Fingers ran over buttons, reading the labels, before a switch was flipped in his head. Like clockwork, he changed the filter, spooned fresh coffee grounds into it, then poured water inside and turned on the pot, waiting patiently for it to brew. Soon, he held a cup of coffee, brewed blacker than the night, steaming from the top.

Confusion riddled his face. What in the world...? He furrowed his brow, trying to comprehend that sudden burst of energy and the results of it. Why was everything so confusing right now? Without so much as a sip of the brew, he set the mug down, a hand raising to his head.

His head was spinning. What was happening? He tried to convince himself that this wasn’t new to him. Tried his damnedest to tell himself it was normal life. But somehow, nothing made sense. Why? He shook his head again, this time heading straight for the door. He paused to tie on his shoes, and grabbed his jacket before heading out.

“Golden Ward, huh? Looks like he’s on the move,”  Lupin stated, looking rather unconcerned. Then, a serious grin spread across his face, brows angling downward with determination. Lupin rose to his feet, allowing them to carry him towards the door.

He threw open the door, stepping outside. Time to wrangle himself a copy!  “Looks like a new game has begun! So, let’s get started on this, shall we, my dear doppelganger?”