Chronic lurker who has been lurking in various fandoms 15+ years. Frequent purveyor of watsonian bullshit. I write fic (slowly), am too analytical for my own good, and am easily distracted by amphibians.
Head’s up for anyone interested - there is a new matrix kinkmeme up on dreamwidth. It’s all anonymous and all matrix characters, ships, and medias are welcome. No RPF or crossovers. You don’t need to make a dreamwidth account to participate and there are two Ao3 collections set up for other posting options for fills.
Imagine you’re a citizen of Io when Neo’s games launch. Like, what is this. Why the hell would the machines allow a game like this. Is it a cruel joke? (surely the fact that the developer is some unrelated guy named Thomas Anderson must be.) Is it another system of control? There are all these scenes that people like Niobe personally witnessed, so they definitely happened–but how could the machines have possibly known about them? Were they spying on Zion’s council meetings? On random people’s private conversations? And what about the scenes that no one alive witnessed? Is this an accurate depiction of Neo and Trinity’s deaths? Is the stuff about the One Cycle and the previous five Zions real? Or is it all manipulation and unreliable narration? And while the whole city is frantically debating this, every new person they try to redpill is now like “what, like the video game????”
what’s your automatic green light for a fanfic, what do you see that makes you immediately open that up in its own tab because you know you’re going to read it, what’s the all systems go thing for you
conditionals - by meanderingsoul (ao3) - a missing scene for Matrix: Reloaded in that brief real-world break, after Persephone
Trinity could feel the pull of the narrow bruise on her right arm as soon as she sat up. At least the sting of the razor slice was gone, the nagging sensation of leather sticking to the blood that had dried. It was somehow easier to force the programed rules of gravity to weaken, the programmed passing of time to ignore her for a split-second than it was to make a cut stop stinging.
She should find something near the outer hull she could use to chill it, but Trinity already knew she wouldn’t bother.
There was a little break before they had to go back in after the Source, barely enough time for everyone to stretch and eat. She knew they wouldn’t manage to sleep. Morpheus might. He lived up to his name that way, always seemed to wake and sleep like inputting a command. She and Neo didn’t have a chance in hell of getting any sleep.
White vegan types who shit their pants and cry and throw up about a prey animal being killed for food/hide/etc and then love plastic and slave labor are maybe some of the stupidest bitches on earth sorry
“I won’t eat honey because it exploits the bees :(” & where did your quinoa come from
Uh oh girls I got the pleather fandom after me for this one
clockwork - by meanderingsoul (ao3) - a fic for “Tiffany’s” Treadmill of Life during Matrix Resurrections
Tiff’s first thought had been that she’d felt bad for him. His friend was obviously too forward, even for this city, and he just seemed so embarrassed about whatever it was she was about to get asked.
But her second thought was that he was beautiful.
And since when did Tiff notice that kind of thing, huh? At this point in her life? The idea of her looking would piss off her husband, even if it was some supposedly-famous stranger. She’d barely cared about that stuff when they were younger anyway. No one ever really ‘caught her eye’ the way people talked about. Tiff hadn’t gotten married because of anyone’s good looks.
But Tom was definitely a beautiful man. Something about the shape of his dark eyes, the way his hair brushed his cheek. Tiff kept sneaking glances even before she’d felt his hand in hers. His palm was warm, smoother than hers no matter how much she tried to remember to use that hand lotion. But. Somehow it felt right.
