#Binary Rewriting

[emloafs]

me to myself when i think binary boyfriends will kiss at the sekai taikai

[whatudottu]

That moment when your combined power of dyslexia and Engrish lead you to love! Or well technically they both went in blind dating so they already had some expectation to fall for each other lmao-!

This is inspired by the time I kept saying lenopan instead of loboan for my oc to which I just ended up making him a lenopan loboan hybrid, these just so happen to be his parents :P

they're not currently important enough to have a name but a very far future sequel below let me introduce to you the lead singer of Thing/s Jed recounting this tale to keyboardist manic pixie nightmare sparkle dog cat girl citrakayah Rixie who's thinking that Jed is a puppy made of sludge-

[transpotato5]

i feel like sometimes when people try to include non binary people they just end of invalidating them. like ive seen people include nonbinary people in transfemininity but then just flattening transfem to transgirl, as if reinforcing the binary. can nonbinary people exist without being boy nonbinary or girl nonbinary or even just in between. do you get what im saying

[kurithedweeb]

Travis should get to play around with the intricacies of his shapeshifting sometimes.

He can't change his hair or give himself piercings he doesn't have, but he can change basically everything else. Iridescent scales, cat eyes, tattoo-like markings, he can even make his freckles glow. He can change the shape of his horns too, his favorite shape is antlers like a deer. Maybe he makes his nails different colors like nail polish. He's not genderfluid, doesn't really care about the whole gender thing even after he's taught about it, but on occasion he'll shift into a more feminine or androgynous form.

He doesn't play around with it much after his mom died. He spends most of his time looking entirely human, looking like her son so that when he catches a glimpse of his reflection in the glass of the window or the ice of the nearby lake, he can clearly remember her face. He only shifts when he absolutely needs to, and he always changes back into the skin of his mother's son.

He doesn't shift freely, exactly, when he leaves Gal'ruk, but being around other people makes it feel easier to have a little fun with it when he does need to. In his wolfskin, he plays around with the wolf pups. When he's babysitting Anastasia's kids, he'll shift into Ana herself or one of the guards and act out stories with dramatic flair. He encounters a snake for the first time and when he wakes up a week later in a snakeskin he burrows into the warm sand on the beach and startles passersby when they accidentally wake him from the best nap of his life.

Once, he was relaxed and having a really good day when the itch came and changed into a woman right there, shifting in public for the first time, and started braiding the hair that now went down to his ass that he added 'cause he felt like doing something with his hands. The first person to look over and realize his very open shirt was now very open over a pair of breasts was so startled that he tripped himself and went sprawling with how fast he turned away. Travis got a lecture about Ru'aun modesty standards and asked about his pronouns for the first time, which led to an entire confused discussion that ultimately ended in someone getting tired of delicately going in circles and asking Travis if he goes by she/her in female form. He doesn't shift in public again for at least another year for fear of breaking another unspoken societal rule.

He doesn't ever feel completely right shifting if not for the sake of survival, but he gets more comfortable around other people and occasionally makes his skin changes a little self-indulgent with the aesthetics.

[theoptimisticmisanthrope]

Bad news: having an f/o who exists solely in a 4 minute scene from an audio drama means fanworks are be hard to come by.

Good news: having an f/o who exists solely in a 4 minute scene from an audio drama means you can easily rewrite that transcript to include your self insert.

And so, by demand request of the Selfship Library (/lh), I present:

Brett Larz’s introduction, now featuring his Ink5oul-tackling, guard-dog-coded, definitely-not-going-to-fall-for-him foil, Rikki Prescott.

GWEN puts the phone down hard and lets out an irritated long sigh. The door opens abruptly and BRETT saunters in, followed closely by RIKKI.

GWEN: (angry) Alice, I told you, I’m not- Oh.

She stops, thrown. He is unexpected, rather handsome, and RIKKI is side eyeing him suspiciously. She covers with her best impression of what she thinks authority looks like.

BRETT: Sorry, don’t mean to interrupt. I asked to see the woman in charge and your employee here led me to you.

GWEN: Did they?

RIKKI: (grouchy) Not as willingly as he’d have you believe.

GWEN: I see… yes, I am in charge. I don’t believe we’ve met, Mr…

BRETT: Larz, call me Brett. And I’m guessing you’re Ms. Bouchard, I believe we have an appointment?

 

GWEN: We do?

BRETT: Set up a few weeks ago. You emailed us?

GWEN: (still covering) Oh. Of course, my… assistant here must have neglected to update my calendar, My apologies.

RIKKI: (how dare) Excuse me?

BRETT: It’s all good, God knows I’d struggle to be on the ball working these hours. Latest meeting I’ve had in years. Since your predecessor, actually.

GWEN: Right.

BRETT: Must be a lot of pressure, filling her shoes.

RIKKI: Watch it.

GWEN: Settle down, Mx. Prescott. (to Brett, colder) It’s been a lot of clean up, certainly. Speaking of which, I’m afraid we’ve been having some issues with our email systems. Do you remember what exactly I wanted to discuss?

 

BRETT: Oh well, I believe you said something about budget adjustments and reconsidering whether Starkwall had anything to offer the OIAR in terms of security services.

The penny drops for Gwen.

GWEN: Ah, of course.

She settles herself back and into her role. It isn’t really any more convincing.

GWEN: Well firstly, I’m so glad you could make it.

BRETT: Pleasure’s all mine Ms. Bouchard. You’re a breath of fresh air compared to my other clients.

GWEN: (flattered) Yes, well…

She meets RIKKI’s eyes, which, among other things, are screaming “keep it together.” She readjusts in her chair.

GWEN: I’m afraid this meeting is purely exploratory you understand.

BRETT: Explore away.

Beat.

GWEN: As the new manager it behooves me to check these things and although our current security arrangements are satisfactory, I’m interested in hearing your pitch as to why we need the services of a Private Military Company.

BRETT: Well, let’s start with tonight. I just walked right in and you know how many people challenged me? One. (gesturing to RIKKI) Just the one. There was one locked door with a basic RFID reader, and when I knocked on it, a tired young woman let me in as soon as I said your name. The only obstacle I had to face was an openly aggressive, expletive-filled interrogation on my name and intentions, and while the effort was commendable, it still took little convincing to get me to your office, albeit with an escort. I’m not sure I’d describe that as a “satisfactory security arrangement”.

GWEN: I see your point, but we can solve that with some basic training and some new locks.

BRETT: Of course, but that isn’t going to help with off-site security is it?

GWEN: True but we do have… other assets at our disposal should we need them.

RIKKI: (please no) Gwe- Ms. Bouchard, I hate to cut in, but I feel as though we’ve been over this. I’m not saying we shouldn’t be wary of…

They look towards BRETT, whose head is tilted in passive interest. Their eyes narrow and they look back to GWEN.

RIKKI: Outside influences, but I don’t believe our “other assets” are much of a viable resource either. Considering our… previous encounters, it seems a bad idea to trust them with anything, least of all our safety.

BRETT: They’re right, you know. I warned Lena against the wholesale shift to her uh, how shall we put it? ‘Unpredictable External agents?’

RIKKI visibly startles. GWEN is surprised but covers it.

BRETT: Well, as Mx… Prescott, was it? (no response from RIKKI) As Mx. Prescott says, it was a bad idea then and it’s a bad idea now. In the past, Starkwall has been a major factor in keeping those agents in check, and I think we can both admit that Lena’s decision to part ways with us has left your situation… precarious.

GWEN: It’s not ideal I’ll admit but I have a few reports here that seem to show Starkwall actually increasing the precarity of a few situations over the years. What would you say to that?

BRETT: (good natured) Hey, I’ll be the first to admit our record isn’t spotless but when you’re working in dangerous situations with incomplete intel and unreliable allies, things can get hairy. But let’s be honest, as far as I’m aware that’s pretty much the standard M.O. at the O.I.A.R. and we never left a job unfinished I still believe there’s a bright future for us if we work together.

RIKKI: (under their breath) A profitable future for you, maybe.

BRETT: And a secure one for you and your team. We can protect you from whatever comes your way. I guarantee it.

RIKKI: (indignant) You “guarantee it?” Seriously? Had to deal with the externals yourself? Or were you just the one filling out forms when their bodies turned up? Do you even know what actually-

GWEN: (sharp) Rikki, that’s enough.

Beat.

GWEN: Thank you for your time, Mr. Larz, but I think we’ll have to decline your offer for now.

Beat.

BRETT: I understand. How about we leave you to think it over and if the situation changes, we’ll be ready to help. Here’s my card - drop me a line when you reconsider and we can set up some sort of trial or demonstration, maybe?

GWEN: We’ll see.

BRETT: (standing) Sounds good. Well, take care of yourself Ms. Bouchard, I can’t deny I’m a little disappointed but it’s still nice to be invited back.

He politely smiles at RIKKI. His eyes hold a sense of fascination.

BRETT: And it was lovely to meet you, Mx. Prescott. I do hope to see more of you going forward.

RIKKI: (skeptical) Sure.

Beat.

BRETT: You know, it’s strange. I never realized how big this office is when I was talking to Lena.

RIKKI bristles, about to say something, but GWEN shoots them a look and they begrudgingly settle.

GWEN: Good night, Mr. Larz. I’m sure my assistant would be happy to show you out.

RIKKI: Overjoyed.

[silverjurors]

OK TUMBLR WONT LET ME EDIT MY DRAFTS SO IM ANSWERING TWO ASKS FROM @reterols (thank you for your kind words I have read them and I also stalk your blog on a regular basis because sometimes being a Zanus shipper feels like you and me screaming about these two into an echo chamber)

A zanus headcanon(s) that make u giggle bc it's just stupid/irrelevant but it's definitely canon.

This one will be glorified story beats for a Very Specific Moment of backstory that I have thought of for actual months but cannot figure out a way to include in my story outline aside from minor references. Idk how fluffy/cute/stupid it is because they're always a little bit Deranged whenever i write those two, but im doing my best. It also gives me a prime chance to ramble about how the position of Silver Death actually works in my rewrite!!

Also this is really long so I'm putting it under a cut because I feel bad

Janus was 22 when Zane took the position of High Priest to the Church of the Divine, and a few months afterward, he asked them to join the Jury

However, Janus wasn't exactly content with just joining the Jury under any position, because, well, that would be some pretty obvious nepotism, even in O'Khasis

So, to prevent this from being an issue, they decided they were going to become the Silver Death

Many had tried to become the Silver Death since the death of the last one 17 years ago, and all of them had failed

This is because in order to become the Silver Death, you must hold a cursed object known as the Donmai that once belonged to Xavier himself

The Donmai is very dangerous, and if not handled by someone with utter devotion to something, it can cause insanity or even kill the attempted wielder. If the person trying to attain it's blessing is insincere, or not completely devoted and dedicated to whatever they are holding in their mind, they will go insane and/or die

Janus wasn't worried, they knew what was driving them forward in life, and the only thing that was giving them purpose

Zane was not so sure. He did believe that they cared for him and would defend and protect him with their life (they'd proven it several times over at that point) but he also knew that the Donmai had a super high bar to pass, and even the slightest waver in your resolve would lead to insanity

But they insisted, and if Zane figured that if couldn't trust Janus, who could he really trust at that point?

They prepared for the ceremony, and the people took to the streets to either watch the selection of a new Silver Death (hasn't happened for over 30 years) or watch another idiot die in a desperate bid for power (entertaining!)

The Donmai was brought out in it's elaborate protective case, everyone else wearing thick gloves and protective gear to let them handle it

Some people were praying to Irene or Eamonn or even Xavier for this to not go as horrifically wrong as all the previous ceremonies, the tension in the air was thick and nobody seemed to believe they could do it

Janus did feel scared at that point, they had never feared death before, but they didn't want to die like this, in a ceremony. They had always imagined their own death on the battlefield, or some form of combat

The time had almost arrived, and it was in front of them, just within arms reach. It didn't look particularly dangerous, but they knew better.

A tradition that took place just before the attempt to attain the Donmai's favor was for the High Priest to whisper an inaudible short prayer to whoever was attempting to complete the ceremony, they mutually agreed it would be a prayer to Xavier beforehand

But, when Zane leaned in to whisper the prayer, the words failed him. He couldn't think properly, so, instead, he said

“Don't let it take you from me, I still need you.”

And he pulled away, leaving their heart racing in their chest. All thoughts of fear or doubt vanished from their mind, all thoughts of anything but the man in front of them vanished. That was why they existed - they were for him, and they were going to prove it

So they took hold of the Donmai with obsessive focus, and their flesh burned at the contact with the cursed metal, but Janus hardly noticed compared to their own emotions and their heart racing

Holding the Donmai was unlike any experience they had ever had, it was like their whole body ached and burned and froze all at once, their good eye blurred with involuntary tears. The cursed object seemed to be demanding something of them, a reason it should let them live

And those words echoed in their mind - that Zane needed them. That was all the reason they needed for anything, that their life may as well be his, and they didn't get to die until he saw fit. That they were his, so, really, any pain didn't seem all that bad compared to the joy it gave them to have that privilege.

Suddenly, the pain stopped. And it was done. And they were alive, sane, and successful.

The people of O'Khasis cheered their name, the crowd in near hysterics at the blessing, thanking Irene, thanking the Divine, thanking Xavier

And Janus the Silver Death looked at Zane, and not even the mask he wore could disguise his joy

The end. Ta da. I should probably turn this into a one-shot but I have no motivation soooo

[fly-with-the-flock]

anyway is anyone interested in seeing a little rough draft snippet of a prequel ficlet I'm working on for my rewrite atm? It's about Max and Fang's first kiss, and from Fang's point of view. It's in an abandoned skyscraper they hide in while hiding from a cop after stealing a book from a store. It's really rough and nowhere near finished yet but I haven't posted any fic content in like three weeks so I just wanted to share a little of what I'm working on. Anyway maybe it's silly and a little ooc, but I crave Fax content so whatever.

I sit on the dusty concrete floor, watching Max as she reads the textbook. She turns a page and brushes a strand of hair behind her ear and I can’t help but smile. Unfortunately, with her hair no longer blocking her view, she realises that I’m watching her. I look away, embarrassed to have been caught staring. 

“What?” she asks. 

“Nothing.” I say quickly. 

She frowns at me. “No really, why are you looking at me like that?” 

Crap, what am I supposed to say to her? How the hell can I explain why I was watching her like that without telling her how I feel? Oh man, she’s waiting for an answer, what do I do? 

“Um, I just...” I stammer. I wish I didn't suck so much at talking. This would have been a hell of a lot easier if I could just tell her. You know what? Screw it. I once heard someone say that actions speak louder than words. 

I take a deep breath, lean in and kiss her 

[wish-rewrite-au]

Star

Star is, of course, a star. The Wishing Star. They're fascinated by humans and their society, believing that humans are in a way stars of their own because they have the power inside of them to change how the world is shaped. When summoned, they take on a more encouraging approach instead of instantly wish-granting, wanting their summoners to believe in their own potential and working towards their wishes (though they are able to instantly grant wishes when needed). They know all languages and all sign languages, primarily using Arabic Sign Language, but are themselves mute. So, they speak through many “Star Jr"s that they can summon.

They are drawn in by Asha's selflessness and especially her amber eyes which shine like stars under the lights, and instantly fall in love with her. They want to help her realise her potential, but struggle to do so due to having not interacted with humans for a long time. It isn't until they have spent more time around her and until she is betrayed by her friends that they finally find the words they need to reach her. Star, in a way, represents Asha's heart; someone with a love for her world, who wants to uplift others and work towards change, and who has endless affection for her loved ones.

Fun fact: wishing stars are said to originate from mathematician and philosopher Ptolemy, who believed that shooting stars were the gods temporarily peering into Earth and listening to our wishes. Ptolemy is speculated to have been Greco-Egyptian, his studies benefitting Islamic science, and many stars have both Greek and Arabic names. So, I decided to make Star Egyptian to pay homage to the origins of the myth, but Star could probably sign/speak some Greek if they wanted!

[aparticularbandit]

...don't judge me i already know what six of the seven ships i plan to use for dr wlweek will be. and which prompts i'm using. also have general plot ideas for four of them.

i just don't know what to do for the tragedy/trans ship day.

[zenmastercharles]

All 2 U - Demetri's Ver.

I let it go long, I let you stray too far

Now I know, now I know, now I know exactly what you are

Na-na-na-na-na-na, a motherfucker

Na-na-na-na-na-na, a motherfucker

I don't think you meant to hurt me

'Cause I don't think it meant a thing at all

At all, at all, at all

At all, at all, at all

At all, at all, to you

Na na na, na na, na

The motherfucker

Na na na, na na, na

The motherfucker

I never saw your scars

I never knew your pain

Now I know, now I know

Now I know we’ll never be the same

But I, I keep on waiting

Waiting to miss you less than I do

And I do, oh, I do, yes I still do miss you

But maybe it's all on me

Dismissing every sigh and every glance and every turn

No, no, no, he's a motherfucker

Maybe there's something here for us to glean

For you to teach and me to try and learn

No, no, no, he's a motherfucker

'Cause you may never change, but I can’t help but yearn 

What if I’d been by your side?

What if I’d noticed the signs?

What if we just don’t align?

All this what if, what if, what if, what if, what if, what if

Why, why, why, why why why, makes me BURN!

I don't think you meant to hurt me

'Cause I don't think it meant a thing at all!

Well, did it?

No, not at all

At all, at all, at all

Didn't mean a, didn't mean a

At all, at all, at all

Didn't mean a, didn't mean a

At all, at all to you

Na na na, na na, na

The motherfucker

Na na na, na na, na

The motherfucker

Na na na, na na, na

The motherfucker...

[the-peruvian-whovian]

An alternate Barbie movie ending *spoilers, obviously*

.

What if instead of choosing to become human, Barbie decided to become Weird? The story was already leading up to "weirdness" as complexity and depth, and setting up a very common womanhood conflict: being pretty vs. being expressive.

Weird Barbie isn't "pretty" anymore because she's been played with too hard and mutilated. But what if we establish those "alterations" of Barbie as creativity instead of destruction—little girls cutting and coloring their Barbie's hair and tattooing their skin with markers as a form of self-expression? That would tie perfectly with the theme that it's more important to "be yourself" than it is to "be pretty". In the original movie, even though her human (Gloria) wasn't chopping up her hair or burning her clothes, she was still altering her by imbuing "weird thoughts" in her like death and depression.

What if Stereotypical Barbie (Gloria's Barbie) and Weird Barbie (let's make it her daughter Sasha's Barbie) worked together to heal the mother-daughter rift? Like, let’s say Gloria finds Sasha weird and creepy for chopping up her Barbie’s hair and coloring it green and scribbling over her face as a kid, and for being brooding and off-kilter as a teen because she, Gloria, prefers a more traditional expression of femininity for herself. And Sasha thinks her mom is sterile and uncool, hates her girliness with deep reactionary internalized misogyny because the mere presence of her mother's traditional femininity feels like an expectation and a box for her. But their Barbies make them realize they are both strange and out-of-the-box in their own ways, and that they are both capable of hurting each other with mutual misogyny and contradictory expectations. Through the story, they find a way to appreciate each other’s different expressions of femininity, and their different rejections of it.

And then the climax could have been the CEOs forcing Stereotypical Barbie into the box to keep her pristine and sterile and pretty to be admired for all time, but never again be an extension of playtime, creativity or an avatar for a young girl's imagination. For a double whammy you could even make this be an allegory for Gloria’s (and many mothers') anxieties about aging (!!!), which is once again about the conflict between being pretty vs. being expressive. You can have Barbie's big moment be her choosing to be present for the human women she cares about instead of a future where being looked at is the most important thing!

We could still have the interaction with Ruth Handler at the end, but instead of Ruth giving Barbie her blessing to become human, she gives her a blessing to become Weird. A creator giving her creation the blessing to become something beyond what she intended—paralleling Gloria's experience of motherhood with her daughter. Both Ruth and Gloria navigate misogyny/oppression while being the imperfect creators of autonomous beings who choose to become something they didn’t intend. This way, we even take a little corporate responsibility for the way Barbie has been used to enforce femininity on young girls, but it still keeps that tender moment that makes women feel like they can be anything they choose to be, beyond patriarchy's expectations, and even beyond their mother's imaginations.

We could have that scene edited alongside a conversation between Gloria and Sasha where they accept each other and heal their rift. Since Barbie is sort of a representation of Gloria's inner child, that gives this moment a intergenerational feel: an older woman blessing a mid-adult woman, a mid-adult woman blessing a teen girl. I loved Gloria's "being a woman is literally impossible" speech in the original movie, but I wish the story had shown Gloria and Sasha go through any of the struggles she listed in her monologue to make it hit more emotionally for me within the narrative. In this version, maybe Gloria is a stay-at-home mom and Sasha is angry that her mom isn't feminist enough, or maybe Gloria is a career woman and Sasha is angry her mom doesn't spend enough time with her. Maybe Sasha wants to express her fashion choices and sexuality and Gloria acts out against it because is afraid Real World patriarchy is going to eat her alive. But in that weird nether world between Barbie World and the Real World, with Ruth Handler and their Barbies looking on, they can come to have grace for each other and accept that their choices are both valid and impossible. That they've both just trying to cling to each other to survive the contradictory expectations of women, and that ultimately their best allies are each other.

If you end THAT with a montage of moms and daughters throughout time, with that sad Billie Eilish song, I would ABSOLUTELY cry.

[brownhairedbookworm]

"Also, fine, you can all see my hair down and my stupid dad glasses."

[fabseg-creator]

Nice. 💖❤🧡🖤

And I feel that Lila looks like more masculine in her/their new disguise.

What if you wanted to find out about Marinette's secret, so you create a new persona to befriend her with, team up with her for a contest, and end up developing feelings for the girl you hate?

Lilanette done by @justalittleratsworld for my au 🎉

[psychopurr]

— ABERROREX

[pt: aberrorex, end pt]

("ah-berrow-rex", from latin "abhorrere" and "aberrare")

a neogender that defies any definition; it is paradoxical, indescribable, and incomprehensible. like a sentence that rewrites itself every time you look at it, it is both there and not there, and may be an undefined, liminal presence. it doesn't just exist outside the binary, but exists outside definition itself.

you might identify with —

- paradoxes, contradictions, and things that cannot be fully understood

- concepts that dissolve or change upon being observed

- cosmic horror and eldritch beings in the sense of vastness beyond comprehension

- liminal spaces; existing in-between, outside, or beyond any defined state

- breaking free from structure, identity as something that shifts rather than solidifies

- the feeling of something too big to grasp, like the universe, black holes, and the deep ocean

- timelessness, formlessness, and the dissolution of boundaries

- glitches, distortions, things flickering in and out of existence

- anemoia, nostalgia for a place/time never experienced or has never even existed

AEXiN - aberrorex in nature

Aberroine - masculine/feminine equivalent

Anom (from anomaly) - man/woman equivalent

[fly-with-the-flock]

Anyway in chapter 2 of my rewrite I mentioned that Fang isn’t comfortable taking their shirt off around anyone but Max, and I was thinking about why that might be.

And I was thinking that maybe Fang has a lot of scarring on their torso from experiments done back at the School. Like maybe the Whitecoats wanted to test the healing capabilities of the bird kids and used Fang for that. Maybe the Whitecoats ran experiments where they cut Fang’s skin just to see how long it took to heal

[technicallydelightfulpenguin]

Oh crap, there's some cool ideas that could work for them, if Amy Winfrey was doing the series independently, not making the series for television, with an animation studio that will screw you over in the end.

i dont think anyones posted some of these character descriptions from the making fiends section of the old nicktoons website, which SUCKS because it has some pretty cool trivia that wasn’t mentioned in the webseries or tv show.

heres some of the descriptions that come with vendetta, charlotte, and the rest of room 4 vvvv