- Location
- Somewhere!
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Rolling!
Adventure in Academia - Art Quest
- Thread starter 4WheelSword
- Start date
- Original
- Location
- Somewhere in the stacks
- Pronouns
- She/Her
ROLLAN
EDIT: Ninja'd
EDIT: Ninja'd
Pt 8 - Oops
4WheelSword
The original N-body Problem
- Pronouns
- It/She/They
This isn't right though, right? This is a piss-take or a set-up or not what it seems. She's nice and all but this doesn't happen right?
Your heart is hammering in your chest and the blood is rushing in your ears. Her smile is so nice you wish there was any sort of way you could trust it but you couldn't focus on any sort of response at all. She was a dyke anyway right? Girl for girl and all that. Not girl for what-is-gender-anyway non-binary nerds with a head full of bookshelves and technical drawings. Yeah that's it. She's made a mistake.
"-Not a girl." Is what actually comes spilling out of your mouth, a half formed sentence thrown into almost stammer by the nerves shaking through you.
"Huh?" she takes a step towards you, a hand reaching out to comfort? To grab? Who knows. You step back, eyes fixed firmly on the floor, suddenly on the edge of panic.
"I'm non-binary."
"No worries sugar, I'm still asking." She holds the book out again, slipping back into an easy smile, "No expectations from me. Can't blame a girl for trying her luck."
"I can't." You step back again. This time she doesn't close the gap.
"Hey, it's okay-"
"Sorry." You half shout as you bolt for the door, not waiting to hear the rest of the sentence. You're halfway down the block before you dare to slow down, not turning around, keeping walking, desperately trying to get your breathing under control. Barely five minutes pass and you start berating yourself. What the hell was that? You couldn't hack it, fine, but you didn't have to run away screaming. Making a fool of yourself. Ridiculous.
You climb the fourteen flights of your walk-up, a cheap apartment made even cheaper by the NKC approach to student accommodation. Least it's yours though, your room at least. The apartment might be shared but you don't even have a roommate like a lot of people you know.
Darting between front door and room door is always a risky moment, the ever-present threat of being collared by another resident for conversation, but this time there's no problem. You make it to your room and collapse onto your bed without even bothering to take off your shoes. Today has already been too much, and you spent the vast majority of it in your favourite place.
Water. Music. Reading. That's what you need. You look at the stack of books by your bed and smile. You do know yourself very well.
What will you read?
[ ] Something related to your dissertation, Great War armour.
[ ] Something related to your period, Great War theory.
[ ] Something related to history (write-in, this is a brief interlude).
[ ] Something unrelated entirely (write-in)
Your heart is hammering in your chest and the blood is rushing in your ears. Her smile is so nice you wish there was any sort of way you could trust it but you couldn't focus on any sort of response at all. She was a dyke anyway right? Girl for girl and all that. Not girl for what-is-gender-anyway non-binary nerds with a head full of bookshelves and technical drawings. Yeah that's it. She's made a mistake.
"-Not a girl." Is what actually comes spilling out of your mouth, a half formed sentence thrown into almost stammer by the nerves shaking through you.
"Huh?" she takes a step towards you, a hand reaching out to comfort? To grab? Who knows. You step back, eyes fixed firmly on the floor, suddenly on the edge of panic.
"I'm non-binary."
"No worries sugar, I'm still asking." She holds the book out again, slipping back into an easy smile, "No expectations from me. Can't blame a girl for trying her luck."
"I can't." You step back again. This time she doesn't close the gap.
"Hey, it's okay-"
"Sorry." You half shout as you bolt for the door, not waiting to hear the rest of the sentence. You're halfway down the block before you dare to slow down, not turning around, keeping walking, desperately trying to get your breathing under control. Barely five minutes pass and you start berating yourself. What the hell was that? You couldn't hack it, fine, but you didn't have to run away screaming. Making a fool of yourself. Ridiculous.
You climb the fourteen flights of your walk-up, a cheap apartment made even cheaper by the NKC approach to student accommodation. Least it's yours though, your room at least. The apartment might be shared but you don't even have a roommate like a lot of people you know.
Darting between front door and room door is always a risky moment, the ever-present threat of being collared by another resident for conversation, but this time there's no problem. You make it to your room and collapse onto your bed without even bothering to take off your shoes. Today has already been too much, and you spent the vast majority of it in your favourite place.
Water. Music. Reading. That's what you need. You look at the stack of books by your bed and smile. You do know yourself very well.
What will you read?
[ ] Something related to your dissertation, Great War armour.
[ ] Something related to your period, Great War theory.
[ ] Something related to history (write-in, this is a brief interlude).
[ ] Something unrelated entirely (write-in)
- Location
- Somewhere!
- Pronouns
- She/Her
[X] Something related to history: early mounted warfare. Maybe you can get away from your topic a bit?
- Location
- Somewhere in the stacks
- Pronouns
- She/Her
[X] Something related to history: Akitsukuni battleships.
- Location
- USA
- Pronouns
- He/They
[X] Something related to history: Great War era tractors, lorries, and similar noncombat military vehicles.
- Location
- Central Standard Time
This seems like a good vote for approval. If it's not allowed, I'll revote accordingly.
[X] Something unrelated entirely: A translation of an Akitsukuni war novel
[X] Something related to history: Akitsukuni battleships.
[X] Something unrelated entirely: A translation of an Akitsukuni war novel
[X] Something related to history: Akitsukuni battleships.
- Location
- Ottawa
- Pronouns
- She/Her/Whatever
[X] Something unrelated entirely: Your STAR WARS books!
TELL ME ABOUT GAYA STAR WARS
HOW DID GAY!LUCAS GET INFLUENCED BY GAY!KUROSAWA!
DO LUKE AND HAN GET TOGETHER IN THIS VERSION?
TELL ME ABOUT GAYA STAR WARS
HOW DID GAY!LUCAS GET INFLUENCED BY GAY!KUROSAWA!
DO LUKE AND HAN GET TOGETHER IN THIS VERSION?
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- They/Them
The EU's love interest for Leia was terrible, she should have gotten with the hotshot pilot who wore her heart on her sleeve (the one from the X-Wing novels), not the ex-Sith mercenary.
Edit: Plus, the drawings always portrayed the mercenary as a femme fatale, and so it was just a writer's excuse to engage in harmful stereotypes.
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- Location
- Chicago
- Pronouns
- She/They
[X] Something unrelated entirely: Your STAR WARS books!
[X] Something related to history: early mounted warfare. Maybe you can get away from your topic a bit?
Well, that could have gone worse. At least only came off as painfully shy and awkward, which might get parleyed into adorableness if we ever meet the girl again...
[X] Something related to history: early mounted warfare. Maybe you can get away from your topic a bit?
Well, that could have gone worse. At least only came off as painfully shy and awkward, which might get parleyed into adorableness if we ever meet the girl again...
- Pronouns
- They/Them
[X] Something unrelated entirely: Your STAR WARS books!
- Location
- Somewhere!
- Pronouns
- She/Her
[X] Something unrelated entirely: Your STAR WARS books!
Pt 9 - The Star Wars
4WheelSword
The original N-body Problem
- Pronouns
- It/She/They
You stare at the pile of history books and find yourself in one of those rare moods where you can't think of anything less exciting that digging through a dense tome. So, instead, you reach for another book in the pile, a discreet pleasure that you don't even share with the few friends you do have.
The front cover reads 'The Star Wars' in bold gold type, a picture of a starfighter flashing across a jungle backdrop behind it.You couldn't afford a VCR at home, let alone at college, so this was the only way you could get a taste of your favourite film of all time as often as you wanted. You flipped the volume over and skimmed the blurb you'd already read a thousand times before;
You grin to yourself. It sounds exceptionally trashy, but the film is incredible and the book does a fair job of capturing the tone and excitement of the big screen science fiction.
There was another reason you loved it, other than the flashing laser swords, the blistering space battles and the tense and scintillating romantic subplot: the film had the very first non-binary character you'd ever seen on screen. Up there, on the big screen, had been someone just like you and that had meant so much it couldn't be expressed. You couldn't count the number of times you'd thanked your parents gods that Lucas had really gone in for Kurosawan homage up to and including the Akitsukini gender politics that drove so much of those films.
When you were seven, you'd seen a non-binary person for the first time, fighting for the rebellion, staring down the emperor with a blaster pistol in their hand. It had certainly been more than a little eye-opening.
You settled down to read, and soon found yourself engrossed once more in the adventures of Kade Starkiller.
The next day, somewhat tired from a late night of reading, you find yourself charting out your dissertation once more. But this time you're racing rapidly towards the end of your work, and that's more than a little terrifying.
You have developed your sources and shown armoured development from 1912-1918. What is your primary argument?
[ ] Early armour's effectiveness was far overstated by post-war theorists.
[ ] The diversity of early armour meant theorists were too divided to have a significant impact beyond their own nation.
[ ] Despite the divisions, armour was understood to be key to warfare post-war and thus plenty of resources were provided thanks to war theorists.
[ ] Write in.
The front cover reads 'The Star Wars' in bold gold type, a picture of a starfighter flashing across a jungle backdrop behind it.You couldn't afford a VCR at home, let alone at college, so this was the only way you could get a taste of your favourite film of all time as often as you wanted. You flipped the volume over and skimmed the blurb you'd already read a thousand times before;
In a Galaxy far, far away, a planet is in danger. The evil EMPIRE threatens peaceful ALDERAAN with destruction if they do not bow to the EMPEROR and break their traditions of neutrality.
LEIA ORGANA, queen of Alderaan, reaches out to an old ally, KADE STARKILLER, a JEDI KNIGHT who once protected the Galaxy from evil alongside her father. Kade must call upon ancient pact and reform the REBELLION, gather the six generals to his side and fight to thwart the Emperor's evil plot.
But both sides have their secrets, and some will threaten the safety of everyone involved. Will Kade, Leia and the Rebellio be able to defeat the Empire?
LEIA ORGANA, queen of Alderaan, reaches out to an old ally, KADE STARKILLER, a JEDI KNIGHT who once protected the Galaxy from evil alongside her father. Kade must call upon ancient pact and reform the REBELLION, gather the six generals to his side and fight to thwart the Emperor's evil plot.
But both sides have their secrets, and some will threaten the safety of everyone involved. Will Kade, Leia and the Rebellio be able to defeat the Empire?
You grin to yourself. It sounds exceptionally trashy, but the film is incredible and the book does a fair job of capturing the tone and excitement of the big screen science fiction.
There was another reason you loved it, other than the flashing laser swords, the blistering space battles and the tense and scintillating romantic subplot: the film had the very first non-binary character you'd ever seen on screen. Up there, on the big screen, had been someone just like you and that had meant so much it couldn't be expressed. You couldn't count the number of times you'd thanked your parents gods that Lucas had really gone in for Kurosawan homage up to and including the Akitsukini gender politics that drove so much of those films.
When you were seven, you'd seen a non-binary person for the first time, fighting for the rebellion, staring down the emperor with a blaster pistol in their hand. It had certainly been more than a little eye-opening.
You settled down to read, and soon found yourself engrossed once more in the adventures of Kade Starkiller.
The next day, somewhat tired from a late night of reading, you find yourself charting out your dissertation once more. But this time you're racing rapidly towards the end of your work, and that's more than a little terrifying.
You have developed your sources and shown armoured development from 1912-1918. What is your primary argument?
[ ] Early armour's effectiveness was far overstated by post-war theorists.
[ ] The diversity of early armour meant theorists were too divided to have a significant impact beyond their own nation.
[ ] Despite the divisions, armour was understood to be key to warfare post-war and thus plenty of resources were provided thanks to war theorists.
[ ] Write in.
Mrbrown1000
Working on a story, may post it soon.
- Location
- United states
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] Something related to history: Great War era tractors, lorries, and similar noncombat military vehicles.
- Location
- Ottawa
- Pronouns
- She/Her/Whatever
I am in love and this is canon forever
- Pronouns
- They/Them
[X] The diversity of early armour meant theorists were too divided to have a significant impact beyond their own nation.
- Location
- Somewhere!
- Pronouns
- She/Her
[X] Despite the divisions, armour was understood to be key to warfare post-war and thus plenty of resources were provided thanks to war theorists.
- Location
- Somewhere in the stacks
- Pronouns
- She/Her
[X] The diversity of early armour meant theorists were too divided to have a significant impact beyond their own nation.
- Pronouns
- They/Them
I bet that the, like, traditional line of reasoning is to pick the theorists that ultimately triumphed, and whose theories turned out to drive successful developments, and assume that they were in the driver's seat immediately post-war.