Assassins Creed
Claudia Auditore is, in AC2 and ACB canon, Ezio's sister, and does not do a great deal beyond have a plot-motivating opinion. In ACB she also runs a brothel and learns how to use a knife and has to put up with Ezio's bullshit. I wondered how much more interesting she might get if Ezio was killed along with his father and brothers, and Claudia had to take up the mantle of Assassin. There is a sort of introductory snippet here, which I may expand on eventually. (Note that it does assume at least passing familiarity with Assassin's Creed 2 canon, and may be otherwise incredibly confusing. Happy to chat with other people about regardless of whether you've even heard of the damn thing, though.)Ezio is far less interesting mostly because there's already a series of games about him, but if Claudia ever gets to the point where she meets some alts half of them will probably have some version of Ezio, given that Claudia is herself an AU.
Dishonored
TRON:Interestingly, before I got into Effulgence/glowfic, I started to write a rather long Dishonored fic, the premise of which was that, four years after the events of the game, Low Chaos Corvo got a High Chaos alt of his dumped into his world via the local deity's shenanigans. Some of this has to do with the mechanics of the game; some of it has to do with my own interpretation of Corvo. The fic died of terminal plot failure but I can link it and its notes if anyone is interested, and the Corvos have nothing wrong with either of them as characters. And of course this all involves yet another kind of magic, because there aren't enough of those running around yet.
I... don't really have a good excuse for this one, except that I am a huge nerd, this fandom is my baby, I will always come back to it, and as such I know the setting like the back of my hand. Most of it is outrageously stupid but a great deal of fun. Jeff Bridges also managed to be both a protagonist and an antagonist at the same time, and I have delightfully zero idea of how any of the native metaphysics would interact with the larger multiverse, including Milliways. Everything I have written for this is old and/or depressing but technically extant.
As Yet Unnamed Original Setting
(Warning for abstracted violence and one mention of cannibalism)
I have been working on this in one form or another since I was ten, and so far it has failed to coalesce into the book it was supposed to be. QED, fuck it, let's put it on the internet. TLDR, smallish society of gryphons lives on a planet where everything is made out of "magic." Plants, rocks, animals, everything. Kind of like everything is technically made out of neutrons here, I guess, but on a larger scale, molecular instead of subatomic. There are three types of person: one respires magic at a steady rate (normal, about 90% of the population), one takes in about the same amount of magic but gives off more than normal (high status but generally short-lived, about 8%), and the last takes in a slightly smaller amount than normal but gives off almost none of it (low status, 2%). Somewhere in my notes is the names for each category, but the latter are called Hungry Ones and stereotyped to be selfish, bad at empathy, etc, because the respiration of magic is a subconscious cue that the thing you're next to is alive.
Gryphons can harness the magic they give off and use it to minor effect in their world. This is, among other things, how they fly, and depending on the person and their individual aptitude, can do things like light a fire, provide minor physical or mental boosts, or stave off sleep or hunger. The 8% is generally very good at this, because they have more to work with, and as such are celebrated because they are very convenient. Hungry Ones are kind of fucked as far as society is concerned, but unknown to pretty much everyone, store the magic they take in like a biological battery and can use it to effect major changes on themselves or their environment. Most of them never figure out how to use it and it just takes their bodies a long time to decompose.
Ahj, the erstwhile protagonist, got into some trouble and accidentally teleported themself and an older adult, Iron, to Earth. In the middle of the Congress floor. During the State of the Union. The other details have varied but are roughly: trigger-happy Secret Service agent shoots Ahj in the hind leg, near the hip, shattering the bone; Iron, quick on the uptake, pounces on the gun and the agent and shoots her in the corresponding location; Ahj teleports them all "somewhere safe" (nearby) before anyone else figures out what the fuck to do. There commences a general freakout over things like "the sun is in the wrong place" and "why can't I fly" and "what the fuck are these giant cat bird things" and a stumbling attempt at communication between the two parties. Iron has to eventually amputate and cauterize whichever of Ahj's limbs no longer works. Haven't decided if either of them manage to catch anything, but either way they can't eat it and realize so pretty quickly. Also variable: whether they wind up cooking and eating the superfluous limb. Ahj is only vaguely conscious at the time and mostly gets through this by deliberately not putting the information together. Agent lady isn't happy about any of this but can't go anywhere on a broken leg and a fucked knee.
Eventually Iron gets lethargic and then passes out; they've been giving off magic but haven't been taking any in. Ahj is horrified to realize that this is because they are themselves essentially leeching magic from Iron, with no natural environmental supply to replenish it, and the resulting emotions fuel their return to their home planet. The savannah is on fire, and the survivors have a) taken shelter on the top of a cliff that used to border their territory and b) been convinced by Antagonist Dickbag that Ahj started the fire and then fucked off. Ahj, having no way to disprove this, believes they must have done it as a byproduct of the teleport, and gradually becomes more isolated and depressed because they think they've destroyed their home and everyone rightly hates them for it. Within a few days they decide to go back to Earth, where they assume they will stop existing in some form or another.
On arrival back at wherever the "safe" place was, Ahj's brain notices something is wrong, and Ahj themself eventually figures out that if the fire started as a product of the teleport, there would be signs of it at this location, which was previously the site of a departure. The obvious candidate for who actually did it is Dickbag, whose motivations... need some work on my part... and who also needs a name. Ahj jumps back to their home, grabs Dickbag, and dumps them both back on Earth, where they take advantage of the confusion to break Dickbag's wings and legs and sit just out of reach until Dickbag quite literally evaporates into a pile of mush. Since Dickbag is one of the ones that give off a lot of magic, it takes roughly two hours.
Stuff wraps up, Ahj puts out the fire by... basically vacuuming up the chemical reaction and the magic fueling it, and uses the excess to help Iron get back to normal. Since it is now very easy for Ahj to go back and forth to Earth, negotiations are set up and everyone on Earth receives the revelation that aliens exist and fuck things up just as much as humans. Agent lady, plus a cast and crutches, turns out to actually be a decent person who panicked, and teams up with Ahj to work on the language barrier, help with diplomatic stuff, and manage the eight million scientists who desperately need a crack at the new form of life. Ahj starts ferrying rocks over and carpet-bombing a building with magic to help create an embassy that more than one gryphon can stand to be in at a time. Any other loose ends go here. Eventual epilogue where human/gryphon teams in the future are using the teleporting power and other magic to find other inhabited planets and say hi.
Obvious questions: they are gryphons because I like gryphons; yes they have a reproductive system and a populated world and such, but I didn't want to infodump too badly; there are plenty of reasons this has never gone anywhere before and many of them have to do with my current dose of Prozac and the fact that it's really fucking hard to write a book anyway; if anyone is badly interested in the worldbuilding intricacies I will go find my notes from wherever they are at the other end of the house and put names to concepts.
I have been working on this in one form or another since I was ten, and so far it has failed to coalesce into the book it was supposed to be. QED, fuck it, let's put it on the internet. TLDR, smallish society of gryphons lives on a planet where everything is made out of "magic." Plants, rocks, animals, everything. Kind of like everything is technically made out of neutrons here, I guess, but on a larger scale, molecular instead of subatomic. There are three types of person: one respires magic at a steady rate (normal, about 90% of the population), one takes in about the same amount of magic but gives off more than normal (high status but generally short-lived, about 8%), and the last takes in a slightly smaller amount than normal but gives off almost none of it (low status, 2%). Somewhere in my notes is the names for each category, but the latter are called Hungry Ones and stereotyped to be selfish, bad at empathy, etc, because the respiration of magic is a subconscious cue that the thing you're next to is alive.
Gryphons can harness the magic they give off and use it to minor effect in their world. This is, among other things, how they fly, and depending on the person and their individual aptitude, can do things like light a fire, provide minor physical or mental boosts, or stave off sleep or hunger. The 8% is generally very good at this, because they have more to work with, and as such are celebrated because they are very convenient. Hungry Ones are kind of fucked as far as society is concerned, but unknown to pretty much everyone, store the magic they take in like a biological battery and can use it to effect major changes on themselves or their environment. Most of them never figure out how to use it and it just takes their bodies a long time to decompose.
Ahj, the erstwhile protagonist, got into some trouble and accidentally teleported themself and an older adult, Iron, to Earth. In the middle of the Congress floor. During the State of the Union. The other details have varied but are roughly: trigger-happy Secret Service agent shoots Ahj in the hind leg, near the hip, shattering the bone; Iron, quick on the uptake, pounces on the gun and the agent and shoots her in the corresponding location; Ahj teleports them all "somewhere safe" (nearby) before anyone else figures out what the fuck to do. There commences a general freakout over things like "the sun is in the wrong place" and "why can't I fly" and "what the fuck are these giant cat bird things" and a stumbling attempt at communication between the two parties. Iron has to eventually amputate and cauterize whichever of Ahj's limbs no longer works. Haven't decided if either of them manage to catch anything, but either way they can't eat it and realize so pretty quickly. Also variable: whether they wind up cooking and eating the superfluous limb. Ahj is only vaguely conscious at the time and mostly gets through this by deliberately not putting the information together. Agent lady isn't happy about any of this but can't go anywhere on a broken leg and a fucked knee.
Eventually Iron gets lethargic and then passes out; they've been giving off magic but haven't been taking any in. Ahj is horrified to realize that this is because they are themselves essentially leeching magic from Iron, with no natural environmental supply to replenish it, and the resulting emotions fuel their return to their home planet. The savannah is on fire, and the survivors have a) taken shelter on the top of a cliff that used to border their territory and b) been convinced by Antagonist Dickbag that Ahj started the fire and then fucked off. Ahj, having no way to disprove this, believes they must have done it as a byproduct of the teleport, and gradually becomes more isolated and depressed because they think they've destroyed their home and everyone rightly hates them for it. Within a few days they decide to go back to Earth, where they assume they will stop existing in some form or another.
On arrival back at wherever the "safe" place was, Ahj's brain notices something is wrong, and Ahj themself eventually figures out that if the fire started as a product of the teleport, there would be signs of it at this location, which was previously the site of a departure. The obvious candidate for who actually did it is Dickbag, whose motivations... need some work on my part... and who also needs a name. Ahj jumps back to their home, grabs Dickbag, and dumps them both back on Earth, where they take advantage of the confusion to break Dickbag's wings and legs and sit just out of reach until Dickbag quite literally evaporates into a pile of mush. Since Dickbag is one of the ones that give off a lot of magic, it takes roughly two hours.
Stuff wraps up, Ahj puts out the fire by... basically vacuuming up the chemical reaction and the magic fueling it, and uses the excess to help Iron get back to normal. Since it is now very easy for Ahj to go back and forth to Earth, negotiations are set up and everyone on Earth receives the revelation that aliens exist and fuck things up just as much as humans. Agent lady, plus a cast and crutches, turns out to actually be a decent person who panicked, and teams up with Ahj to work on the language barrier, help with diplomatic stuff, and manage the eight million scientists who desperately need a crack at the new form of life. Ahj starts ferrying rocks over and carpet-bombing a building with magic to help create an embassy that more than one gryphon can stand to be in at a time. Any other loose ends go here. Eventual epilogue where human/gryphon teams in the future are using the teleporting power and other magic to find other inhabited planets and say hi.
Obvious questions: they are gryphons because I like gryphons; yes they have a reproductive system and a populated world and such, but I didn't want to infodump too badly; there are plenty of reasons this has never gone anywhere before and many of them have to do with my current dose of Prozac and the fact that it's really fucking hard to write a book anyway; if anyone is badly interested in the worldbuilding intricacies I will go find my notes from wherever they are at the other end of the house and put names to concepts.
