That feel when someone compliments your dearest OCs 🥹🥹🥹

I want to play as a space alien of my own making in Lancer so bad it makes me look stupid. A big part of this is just my preference for roleplaying as something that is not and never has been human over even humans modified into unrecognizable forms (whether cybernetically, genetically, surgically, etc.)…

…But also, I really, REALLY want to compare and contrast Union from Lancer and the newly-founded Republic of Bequver from The Eating of Names. I have a whole ass crossover AU living rent-free in my head that takes the varsit and plops their civilization into the Lancer timeline such that humans and varsit have been in (very tense) contact since SecComm’s days and the Imperium fell within living memory of 5016u. (I am still undecided about whether to transplant my other aliens into the Lancer setting as well, or if it should just be the varsit.) It has a whole additional prospective Karrakin House consisting of the descendants of varsit refugees who were initially welcomed onto Tilimsan in the waning days of the Imperium until the House of Sand decided there were too many of them and forcibly relocated them to the Dawnline Shore. It has SEVERAL varsit OCs who only exist in that AU. It gives the varsit biological mechs that I’m considering backporting into The Eating of Names’ main canon.

I want to talk about this more with people instead of screaming into the void, but my loved ones who know about The Eating of Names aren’t into Lancer, my few Lancer-enjoying friends don’t know about The Eating of Names (and only one is a close enough friend to have earned the privilege to learn about it, but he’s about to move across the country in like a week), and my social anxiety is afraid that the Lancer server’s OC Cantina and/or Homewritten Lore channels’ regulars would get annoyed or else just not care, especially since I kinda fell off posting in Pilot NET after the Lancer campaign I was playing in got killed RIGHT as we were about to start the final combat mission of the entire campaign. (I’m still sad about that, especially since it kicked my Lancer hyperfixation to the back-burner for a good while, but I really want to reawaken that hyperfixation…)

Earlier this evening I was on such a roll writing this scene I’d been wrestling with for weeks…

…and then it all ground to a halt after less than an hour because I realized I need to come up with a fake nickname for one of the characters (it makes more sense in context) and have no ideas at the ready. That and my ADHD ass knows from experience that if I use a shitty placeholder, that shitty placeholder WILL stick no matter how ill-fitting it is, so I don’t want to just drop a placeholder in there and carry on.

It’s that or continue to refer to this character as “the taller child” because the scene’s POV character doesn’t know who they are yet and the other characters in the scene want to keep it that way for now.

…Maybe I should scrap my work on this scene for like the fifth time and rewrite it from another character’s POV.

that one of the protagonists of The Eating of Names is an uwu bean with damsel in distress vibes while also being 8 feet tall at the shoulder¹, probably almost ten thousand pounds, and trained nearly from birth in personal combat.

Arwen Tachht may be more physically strong than their partner Cchaiit, but Ar is definitely the one who would get bridal carried off into the sunset² and Cchaiit is definitely the one who'd do the carrying.

1. This is actually rather short for a varsit Ar's age. Cchaiit is quite a bit taller than Arwen.

2. Metaphorically speaking, of course. The anatomy of the varsit species isn't exactly conducive to bridal carrying, and even if it were, the sunset doesn't have the same romantic connotations to them as it does to us.