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curvesomesunsets · 2 years
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julie thought the world was ending when the burning house collapses around her. she certainly didn't expect to wake up in the lab of a spaceship filled with immortal pirates who like to sing about the tragedies they observe within all corners of the universe. but hey, it at least beats dying. and the pirates aren't so bad, once she gets used to the fact that they made her immortal as well. 
“It was getting boring around here, it’s good to have somebody new to work on.” The second sentence is punctuated with a look at Luke, who rolls his eyes. Julie takes the moment to look closer at her rescuers. Both look like they could be from any of the many New Earth colonies that her father liked to talk about whenever he came home from jobs. Reggie’s pale face is littered with red splotches and his smile is full of pointed teeth. Luke’s eyes are just a little too dark. Then Julie blinks. 
“Where is here?” 
Reggie grins and spreads his arms, the red on his face slowly disappearing and making his paleness feel less intense. “Welcome aboard the Sunset, the best starship in this galaxy, currently drifting in the Angelis quadrant.” 
Julie freezes. “You- what- what about my home?” 
Reggie winces. “Uh.” 
“There’s not much left. The rebel fire got a little out of control. Sorry.” Luke’s voice is a mix between genuine regret and an odd distance. His facial expression is an exaggeration of sympathy, similar to how Julie’s teacher would coach them on emotional displays in interplanetary communication. It feels strangely comforting, even as her world collapses inside her mind.
“Oh,” she whispers, pressing her palms flat against the metal underneath her. 
“We came just in time to pull you out, and brought you back on board so Reggie could get to work.” 
Just then heavy steps approach before a new person shows up at the door. Strawberry blonde hair falls in perfect curls around a delicate face. “Alex told me you picked up a stray,” said the new person, their voice high and melodic. Their eyes looked over Julie with clear disinterest. “He didn’t tell me you mechanised her already.” There’s a clipped annoyance in the words and Julie frowns. 
“Carrie,” Luke greets the person with a sigh. “Her spine was completely smashed, what else were we supposed to do?” 
Carrie scoffs, folding her arms. “And have you told- I’m sorry, what’s your name?” 
Both Luke and Reggie turn to face her, looking incredibly sheepish. Julie realised they never asked her name. “Julie,” she says, raising her chin under Carrie’s unimpressed gaze. 
“Right, Julie. Have you two impulsive idiots thought to tell Julie here about the side effects of being mechanised?” 
Julie swallows, quickly turning to face the two men more fully. “Side effects?” 
Luke scuffs his shoe, rubbing at his neck. Reggie looks back at her with an apologetic smile. “We uh, we didn’t get to that yet.” 
“Of course not,” Carrie says. “Welcome to the Sunset, Julie. You’re immortal now, so you better get used to it.” With that, Carrie turns and walks away. 
Julie really thinks her mind can’t take anymore new information. “She said immortal,” she whispers, half-convinced she didn’t hear right. 
Reggie nods, rubbing his now glove-free hands over his pants. “Surprise?”
for day six “sci-fi media au” of @jatp-sci-fi-week, a snippet of the next part of “the mechanisms of musical space piracy”
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pink-flame · 2 years
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Moodboard and summary for a hypothetical fic I haven't actually written yet for @jatp-sci-fi-week, Sci-Fi Media AU, Back to the Future AU
Life is just starting to go Luke's way. He's got a potentially life changing gig coming up, his mom is finally giving him a little room to breathe, and he's got a weekend job to keep him supplied with guitar strings and burgers. Basically he's pretty sure 1995 is shaping up to be his year. But everything gets flipped upside down when his boss asks Luke to meet him in a mall parking lot and the next thing he knows he's driving the doc's retro car straight into the future. Being dropped into the middle of 2020 should be terrifying, and it probably would be if he hadn't dropped right into the path of a girl named Julie who looks oddly familiar and suddenly unexpected time travel doesn't feel like such a bad thing. Before long he and Julie are bouncing from decade to decade, from the 1950s to the 2050s and Luke is just holding on for dear life, hoping that his time machine on wheels will get him home before he wipes himself out of existence and that getting back won't mean leaving Julie behind forever.
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beanomatica · 2 years
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JATP Sci-Fi Week Day 5 | Sci-fi Media AU | A Memory Called Empire by Arkady Martine
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innytoes · 2 years
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Willie wins The Hunger Games when he is eleven. He wishes he could say it was bad luck, that his single name was pulled out of the jar in his first year. He wishes he didn’t know that the head of his group home had put all the children’s names in at least ten times. He tries to look surprised when they call his name, instead of resigned. He’s pretty sure it worked. People love a young, innocent-looking tribute, and Cesar Flickerman seemed touched when they played the footage back.
He wishes he could say he wins by keeping out of sight and outsmarting the others. He tries not to think of that time too much, or the Victory Tour afterwards. The Victor’s Village is lonely, even though there are people in the other houses. They’re all much older than him, and nobody wants to hang out with a traumatised eleven year old. Sometimes Old Lady Mags gives him a sweet and pinches his cheek, though. She doesn’t talk, but she teaches him how to braid, then later how to weave.
He spends a lot of time in his big empty house, building a ramp out of the grand staircase, perfecting his jumps over expensive, ornate furniture. The sound of skateboard wheels on marble becomes comforting.
After he wins, Dante and Fuego wash their hands of him, saying they did their duty and got him through alive. When they go to the Games next year, they tell Willie to stay out of the way while they focus on the two new tributes. He tries to help in his own way, though, offering hugs (the 16-year-old girl takes him up on it, the 14-year-old boy does not) and whispering which food is really gross and which is good. He does his best to charm people of the Capitol into becoming patrons for his Tributes, bragging about how smart their Tributes are, letting his cheek be pinched by older ladies.
He just wishes Dante or Fuego would have warned him about what was waiting for him at the Capitol. He thought that the worst was going to be over. That yes, he’d have to go through the trauma of watching his friends die every year even though he did his best to help them, but that would be it.
He wasn’t prepared for the auction.
He wasn’t prepared for President Covington.
He gets through the next years, mostly by blocking off his emotions as soon as the Reaping starts, and skating, skating, skating the rest of the year. He tries not to think about the fact that by the time he’s fourteen, he doesn’t even cry when their first Tribute dies. He doesn’t cry even when they get back home. Fuego won’t look him in the eye anymore. Dante is the one who sets his broken arm when he tries a jump that he knew was ill-advised, but chasing the thrill and chasing out the demons in his head took precedence over safety.
Then, when he’s fifteen, Alex happens. Or well, when he’s fourteen, Alex from district Eight wins. Willie liked Alex. He’d teamed up with their female Tribute and didn’t betray her, even when he had plenty of opportunities to do so. Hell, he even tried to save her from the Careers.
He decides to warn Alex, like he wished someone had warned him. And when Alex comes to him the next day, shaking and shivering, he does his best to help him through. He cleans him up, holds him close, rocking him until he eventually cries himself out and falls asleep.
Dante and Fuego don’t approve, but he stopped caring about what Dante and Fuego thought a lot time ago.
Willie isn’t sure if it’s better or worse, having Alex by his side. He can’t shut his emotions off anymore, not the whole time, but it’s worth it to be able to laugh with Alex when they’re able to get a moment alone. It’s worth it to feel safe in his arms, even if it’s just for a night. They write letters throughout the year that they never get to send, instead sneaking them to each other at the Games. The first year, Willie reads them all in one go. The next year, he learns to ration them for the hard days.
They make friends with Luke, a brash yet sensitive boy from District Seven, who knows how to wield an axe like nobody’s business.
And then Reggie and Julie happen. Reggie, from District Seven, who volunteered when his little brother was called. Julie from Twelve, who also volunteered when her little brother was called.
Reggie, who was Luke’s boyfriend, who President Covington had already used to pressure him. Luke was furious, heartbroken, and if maybe Alex and Willie took turns keeping an eye on him to make sure he was doing his job to advocate properly for his lover, well, the people from their own District didn’t need to know about that.
The two volunteers, star-crossed lovers, a perfect storybook fairy tale. Luke did his best to encourage it, sending gifts when he could at key moments. Julie was smart, even when Reggie was sick, she picked up Luke’s messages well enough.
The day Luke realised that Reggie had fallen for Julie, actually fallen in love with her, they got him very, very drunk.
And then, the berries, the emergency announcement... the chaos. They both win, because Julie is a bright burning star, a genius, a supernova of rebellion that turns the entire world on its head. Willie and Alex worry about Luke, about what the Victory Tour will be like. If this will break their friend when everything else didn’t.
Willie realises, staring at the screen when the Quarter Quell is announced, that whatever transpired between Luke, Reggie, and Julie during the Victory Tour, it probably wasn’t what President Covington wanted. Because they’re all being sent back into the Games as punishment.
He pushes down the panic, the need to run away, the need to fling himself into the ocean, to skate his board off the roof in one last glorious jump.
Because he knows...
He knows Alex is the only male Victor his District has.
So he goes to Dante and Fuego, on shaking legs, and tells them. No need for a reaping. He’ll volunteer.
He wants to die with Alex.
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finditagain24 · 2 years
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My contribution for the Sci-Fi Media AU day from @jatp-sci-fi-week !
This is Part 1 of my Push AU, inspired by the Chris Evans 2009 movie.
Lots of Willie feels in this one.
You can read it over at AO3!!
Propelling forward
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thesunwillart · 2 years
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so I heard there were some red blade theories going around
personally i think julie deserves the chance to do a little evil >:)
("all that remains" by @pawprinterfanfic ch 16 posted today!!)
tagging @jatp-sci-fi-week​ for sci fi media au day!! <3
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pawprinterfanfic · 2 years
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chapter 16 of All That Remains is here!
(It also lines up with @jatp-sci-fi-week Sci-Fi Media AU day! Happy JATP Sci Fi week, all!)
you can read this chapter on ao3 (link in the reblog) ✨
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lyxchen · 3 years
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It's day 5 (Sci-Fi Media Au) of @jatp-sci-fi-week and how could I not draw some space boys from @pawprinterfanfic's fanfic 'All That Remains' ☆
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rhyming-fellowship · 3 years
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JatP Sci Fi Week - Day 5: Media AU
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JatP/Illuminae Files AU conceived by my lovely @lukesorangebeanie​
Julie, Luke, Flynn, and Carrie narrowly escaped with their lives from the attacks on Heimdall station and now find themselves crammed with 2,000 refugees on the container ship, Mao. With the jump station destroyed and their resources scarce, the only option is to return to Kerenza--but who knows what they'll find seven months after the invasion? Meanwhile, Carrie’s cousin, Alex, survived the initial BeiTech assault and has joined Kerenza's ragtag underground resistance. When Willie--an old flame from Alex’s past--reappears on Kerenza, the two find themselves on opposite sides of the conflict. With time running out, a final battle will be waged on land and in space, heroes will fall, and hearts will be broken.
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pink-flame · 3 years
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Star Wars + Juke
Moodboard and summary for a hypothetical fic I haven't actually written yet for @jatp-sci-fi-week Sci-Fi Media AU
Luke isn't a Jedi, even if he was named for one, the legendary Luke Skywalker whose heroic exploits had saved the galaxy from the Empire. Of course, the First Order isn't all that different from the Empire if the history passed down is to believed but still. Then and now the Jedi were the bright shining hope people held on to and Luke's mother had given him a name she dreamed he would live up to. Only when the Master comes to their village to test the children for force sensitivity it is Luke's friend Julie, not him, who succeeds and is whisked away, leaving him alone to face his mother's disappointment. Years pass and the First Order descends on their village, wreaking havoc until a Jedi comes to take a stand. It's Julie, too late to save her mother from the attack, and not looking nearly as aloof and all knowing as Luke had always assumed Jedi to be. It has been so many years Luke isn't sure he even remembers his childhood best friend properly but one look into her eyes and it all comes rushing back. Now he's ready to follow her anywhere, even on a mission deep into First Order territory and likely to result in their deaths. Luke has spent most of his life focused on the ways he and Julie had turned out to be different but now what connects them could be what saves the galaxy.
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pawprinterfanfic · 3 years
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All That Remains - chapter 13 preview
Happy Day 5 of @jatp-sci-fi-week!!
What better way to celebrate a Sci-Fi Media AU of JATP than with my beloved not-ghosts in space?
It’s been a while since I’ve done anything new with space boys (Willie and Alex from my fic titled All That Remains for those of you who are new). They’ve been on my mind recently (thank you Ryn), so I dug up the opening scene of chapter 13! This was written back in March and WOW do I ever miss them!!! It was fun to make a quick return to this doc.
Click below to read this tiny crumb of space boys! I hope you enjoy!
ALL THAT REMAINS, CHAPTER XIII: CALLIOPE
(you can read chapters 1-12 of “all that remains” on ao3!)
“I can’t believe you.”
“Me? What about you!”
“I’m not the one who took a wrong turn.”
“I’m not the one who crashed the speeder bike!”
“You are though because, look behind you, dude! You see the smoke? Crashed. Wrecked. Dusted. Kicked the bucket. I don’t know how to tell you this, but your bike is toast.”
“Yours is too! You crashed first!” A pause, then— “You started it!”
Alexander squeezed his eyes together and blew out a measured breath.
This was going to be a long day.
“Children,” he called out without turning around, “let’s all calm down.”
That only spurred his friends on more. Shoes scuffed against dirt. Dust was kicked up. A pebble hit the back of Alexander’s legs. Luke’s laugh was loud and giddy. Bobby’s cry was disgusted.
“I swear to all things good,” Bobby snapped, “get your finger out of my ear, Luke, or I will—”
Alexander rubbed his forehead. “And let’s keep our hands and feet to ourselves, yeah? Force, you two…”
Not even a second later, Luke’s arm was around Alexander’s shoulder, pulling him down to his height and jostling him out of pure joy.
“Aw, someone’s grumpy,” Luke teased. He glanced behind Alexander’s head at Bobby and smiled. “What do you think? He woke up on the wrong side of the bed?”
“We didn’t have beds last night,” Bobby pointed out dryly. The corners of his mouth twitched upwards, as if he was fighting a smile. “Plus, it’s more likely that something pooped in his rations to put him in this bad of a mood.”
“Oh, you’re so right,” Luke agreed. “Alex, you—”
Alexander shoved Luke’s arm off him and glared.
“Okay, first of all; it is Alexander. Alexander. It’s a full word, dude. And I’m not in a bad mood. I’m stressed. You’ve heard of that, right? Stress? Because we should all be feeling it right now.”
It was true. Alexander felt like he was suffocating in it. There was this weight pressing in on him from all sides — a weight that intensified with the knowledge that they were on a mission and already messing it up.
“Okay, we crashed the speeder bikes. Not a great start to the day.” He crossed his arms and blew out a breath. “I just… it’s our first mission alone — the three of us together. We need to make a good impression and I just— I want to take it seriously, and—“
“Hey,” Luke said quickly. His voice had softened. The mirth on his expression had washed away completely, leaving him more somber than Alexander could recall. “I’m just teasing. I’m a jerk. I’m sorry.”
“Yeah, Luke’s a jerk.”
Luke ignored him.
“We are taking this seriously though,” he assured him. “This is important. The village is missing their food supply, and Palabee said—“
“Palabee gave us a boring job,” Bobby complained. “When you asked me to come to this planet with you, I wasn’t expecting to go on scavenger hunts for missing food. You know what? It’s probably an animal. That’s it. Once we get to the village, you’ll see! It’ll be—“
Bobby continued to talk. 
Luke leaned closer to Alexander’s ear. “Man,” he breathed, “he’s passionate, huh?”
Alexander wrinkled his nose and glanced down at Luke. “You are too.”
“Like I’d forget that. Palabee only likes to remind me every day.”
Alexander snorted. He said it as a joke, but it was true. Everyone pointed out Luke’s passion ever since they were kids.
There were still kids, really, but it was different now. They were Padawans. They were leading armies.
They weren’t the same kids they once were.
“I’m sorry,” Luke added quickly, “about your name. I forgot you don’t like the nickname.”
Alexander’s lips pressed tightly together. His fingers brushed against the fabric of his cloak, the path of his fingers familiar and worn.
“I don’t,” he repeated. “I just… Names are important. They have meaning. You and Bobby like your nicknames, but I… I like my name. My full name. It reminds me of my parents. Or… who I imagine my parents to be.” His expression remained stiff. Always hiding, always running. “Ever do that? Try to imagine what your parents were like? Wonder if they would’ve been good parents?”
Luke was silent for a long moment. Bobby must’ve heard Alexander’s question because he had fallen silent too.
“When I think of home,” Luke said slowly, “I don’t think of who my mother and father might’ve been. I think of you guys.”
Alexander clung to his words. Examined them. Pulled them apart and put them back together again.
Home.
Home with these two guys — these two guys he had known his whole life — these two guys that he cared about.
Alexander glanced from Luke to Bobby.
Yeah. It was a good thought.
“So,” Luke began, “listen, Alexander—”
//
“So,” Luke began, “listen, Alexander—”
“It’s Alex now,” Alex corrected quickly.
They had been here before.
Different planet, different friends, different life — same boy though. 
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rhyming-fellowship · 3 years
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JatP Sci Fi Week - Day 5: Media AU
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JatP/Illuminae Files AU as conceived by my lovely @lukesorangebeanie​
Moving to a space station at the edge of the galaxy was always going to be the death of Julie’s social life. Nobody said it might actually get her killed. Julie is the station captain’s pampered daughter; Luke the reluctant member of a notorious crime family. But while the pair are struggling with the realities of life aboard the galaxy’s most boring space station, little do they know that Flynn Taylor and the Hypatia are headed right toward Heimdall, carrying news of the Kerenza invasion. When an elite BeiTech strike team invades the station, Julie and Luke are thrown together to defend their home. But alien predators are picking off the station residents one by one, and a malfunction in the station’s wormhole means the space-time continuum might be ripped in two before dinner. Soon Julie and Luke aren’t just fighting for their own survival; the fate of everyone on the Hypatia—and possibly the known universe—is in their hands. But relax. They’ve totally got this. They hope. 
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rhyming-fellowship · 3 years
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JatP Sci Fi Week - Day 5: Media AU
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JatP/Illuminae Files AU conceived by my lovely @lukesorangebeanie​
This morning, Flynn thought breaking up with Carrie was the hardest thing she’d have to do. This afternoon, her planet was invaded. The year is 2575, and two rival mega-corporations are at war over a planet that’s little more than a speck at the edge of the universe. Now with enemy fire raining down on them, Flynn and Carrie — who are barely even talking to each other—are forced to evacuate with a hostile warship in hot pursuit. But their problems are just getting started. A plague has broken out and is mutating with terrifying results; the fleet’s AI may actually be their enemy; and nobody in charge will say what’s really going on. As Flynn hacks into a web of data to find the truth, it’s clear the only person who can help her is the ex-girlfriend she swore she’d never speak to again.
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