Re: Atlantis: The Lost Empire, Always-a-girl!Milo/Kida
anonymous
April 23 2014, 05:46:30 UTC
Halfway done with something halfway decent. I had to rematch Atlantis first. Here's a little bit of the intro, mostly Milo talking about her past and the meeting with Helga. -Ella/Lain
It was in times like this I knew it was probably best to just shut my mouth.
I'd gotten pretty good at it. Back in grade school it wasn't such a big deal. We were all just kids, playing the schoolyard, and I was just like any little boy-I pulled girls hair, I ate bugs, and tumbled in the dirt beating the living daylights out of my friends. By the time I was ten years old it was a non-issue. Then, of course, puberty happened. My first period happened, of course, on my second week of seventh grade. Thaddeus even had me out in the school records as male. That was so beyond awkward to explain to the school nurse, I can't even tell you. In the end she decided she would keep it between us, thank the heavens. And I got my help for it, and went on my merry way. I was very flat-chested, thank heaven, so as long as I wore something tight around my chest I could pass easily for a male. I wasn't sure if it would work so well later on in my life, but twelve year old me didn't look that far ahead. After my first period, keeping my androgynous appearance became a bit more difficult, but I managed. I always rushed into bathroom stalls in the men's room, trying shyly not to peek and taking plenty of teases about clearly having an inferiority complex. When I lived with Roger Hackenby, he just assumed I was shy. And, for some reason, I got far more female attention than any of my male friends. Maybe my underlying feminine qualities were appealing? I don't know. I do know I enjoyed the attention, and I was attracted to women. I didn't care what anyone thought, the only still living person who knew my true gender was my middle school nurse, who had likely forgotten the whole ordeal long ago. I was about twenty-two when gender became a true non-issue. I was far more concerned with my linguistic education, and my growing infatuation with my grandfathers work. If the world wanted to believe I was male, so be it. I didn't see myself as one, but I didn't quite see myself as a female either. I was...just me. Me, Milo Thatch-not Amelia, like it says on my birth certificate, because that name is so...bleh. My supposed masculinity allowed me to vote. No one was willing to double-check my body for masculine qualities, and my identification stated I was male. The official who made it had jumped to conclusions and I hadn't corrected him in time, so I took in stride as best as I could. I also got my job at the smithsonian so easily because of this. Maybe it was, indeed, better to be male. However, in certain situations, I was eternally grateful I didn't respond physically like one. "Milo James Thatch?" My hand fell off the lamp cord. I must have been gaping like a fish. "Who are you? H-how did you get in here?" The blonde woman sat down happily in my chair and made herself comfortable. "I came down the chimney. Ho, ho, Ho. I'm acting on the behalf of my employer..."
Re: Atlantis: The Lost Empire, Always-a-girl!Milo/Kida
anonymous
May 5 2014, 04:48:11 UTC
Onto part twooooo~~
And I heard her out. Maybe it wasn't my best idea. But no one ever accused me of possessing particular intelligence. This was my dream. And to have someone believe me...someone with the power to actually do something, was an opportunity I could not miss. Come submarines and leviathans and nosy "sweet" doctors, I was in for the long haul. I had known, always, that I was right, but everyone has underlying fears. To find those tunnels, deep under water, was a discovery that left me breathless. And it would only get better. I had thought I was dead. At least I would die ecstatic, but I still dead. The closest thing I'd ever seen to those massive full body masks was...well...something Mayan? Don't ask me why I was thinking about Mayans when I had spears pointed at me. Then their leader saw the large cut I had on my shoulder, and pulled up his mask. He was a she, with long white hair, a single gold earring, and massive blue eyes. I flinched backward, feeling more blood soak my shirt. When her soft, warm hand touched my bloody shoulder, my first thought was a silent prayer for my blood not to darken whatever pure world she came from. A world I would soon give my heart to. Skip ahead, and picture this: I'm standing on a cliffs edge, listening to these Atlantans rattle on in their own language, my linguistic brain going a mile a moment. Yes, that was definitely Latin...and a touch of Welsh, yes, but very much Latin based, what with them using gastro and con. The next thing I knew, I had put it together. "Parlez vouz francois?" "Oui!" And that was contact. I'd done it. We got our welcome, and we were ushered inside the city. I climbed a mountain with the white haired woman and listened to her every word, but still had endless questions. Why did all the Atlantans have such complicated names? Kidamasnaga...what's wrong with Jane or Elise or something short and concise? Though I couldn't deny...Kida suited her. I am far from demanding. I'm not even stubborn. And apparently, I'm not terribly sneaky either. Kida had no trouble creeping up behind and abducting me. "You are a scholar, are you not? I can tell by your lack of physical strength," she said as she swiped my glasses and proceeded to try them on herself. "You must tell me all about your world." I snatched my glasses back. Without them I was blind. "I don't really know what to tell you about it..." I trailed off. How could I talk about my own world when I was in a totally new one? Her half smile dropped off her face, and suddenly she was serious. "What kind of world do you come from, where a woman needs to dress as a man to get the respect she wants?" It took her words a moment to sink in. They did very suddenly, with a shot of adrenaline that made me want to piss myself. "Shhh!" I glanced around frantically, but thank heavens, we were alone. "How did you even know?" I asked, wrapping my arms self-consciously around my chest. She smiled mysteriously. "I am over eight-thousand years old. I know a woman when I see one. "
Re: Atlantis: The Lost Empire, Always-a-girl!Milo/Kida
anonymous
May 6 2014, 02:47:13 UTC
I really liked this chapter! :D Milo is super cute, and Kida's reaction was adorable!
And, it's alright friend! LJ can be weird sometimes. Do you have an account by any chance? Because, if you do, if you copy and paste your chapter into the visual editor, and fiddle with it until you like how it looks, then click on the html tab, and copy+paste that into your LJ comment on the meme. :3
Re: Atlantis: The Lost Empire, Always-a-girl!Milo/Kida
anonymous
May 6 2014, 05:36:31 UTC
Well, if you don't want to, basically every other blogging site would also work! As long as there's a "fancier" (for lack of a better term) editing area, where you can click buttons to bold/italic/etc. and then a way to grab the html, you'd be fine- tumblr, dreamwidth, even making it a fake post on ao3 would also work! As long as you can get the html. :)
Hey. It's me again, the filler. I have some bad news. Due to the shitty nature of apple in general, my ipad has decided to reset itself. In the process, I have lost everything I wrote in the past two years, including the rest of this fill. I may or may not re-write it, but I'm not really sure if my heart will be in it a second time.
Here's a little bit of the intro, mostly Milo talking about her past and the meeting with Helga.
-Ella/Lain
It was in times like this I knew it was probably best to just shut my mouth.
I'd gotten pretty good at it. Back in grade school it wasn't such a big deal. We were all just kids, playing the schoolyard, and I was just like any little boy-I pulled girls hair, I ate bugs, and tumbled in the dirt beating the living daylights out of my friends. By the time I was ten years old it was a non-issue.
Then, of course, puberty happened.
My first period happened, of course, on my second week of seventh grade. Thaddeus even had me out in the school records as male. That was so beyond awkward to explain to the school nurse, I can't even tell you. In the end she decided she would keep it between us, thank the heavens. And I got my help for it, and went on my merry way. I was very flat-chested, thank heaven, so as long as I wore something tight around my chest I could pass easily for a male. I wasn't sure if it would work so well later on in my life, but twelve year old me didn't look that far ahead.
After my first period, keeping my androgynous appearance became a bit more difficult, but I managed. I always rushed into bathroom stalls in the men's room, trying shyly not to peek and taking plenty of teases about clearly having an inferiority complex. When I lived with Roger Hackenby, he just assumed I was shy. And, for some reason, I got far more female attention than any of my male friends. Maybe my underlying feminine qualities were appealing? I don't know. I do know I enjoyed the attention, and I was attracted to women. I didn't care what anyone thought, the only still living person who knew my true gender was my middle school nurse, who had likely forgotten the whole ordeal long ago.
I was about twenty-two when gender became a true non-issue. I was far more concerned with my linguistic education, and my growing infatuation with my grandfathers work. If the world wanted to believe I was male, so be it. I didn't see myself as one, but I didn't quite see myself as a female either. I was...just me. Me, Milo Thatch-not Amelia, like it says on my birth certificate, because that name is so...bleh.
My supposed masculinity allowed me to vote. No one was willing to double-check my body for masculine qualities, and my identification stated I was male. The official who made it had jumped to conclusions and I hadn't corrected him in time, so I took in stride as best as I could. I also got my job at the smithsonian so easily because of this.
Maybe it was, indeed, better to be male.
However, in certain situations, I was eternally grateful I didn't respond physically like one.
"Milo James Thatch?"
My hand fell off the lamp cord. I must have been gaping like a fish. "Who are you? H-how did you get in here?"
The blonde woman sat down happily in my chair and made herself comfortable. "I came down the chimney. Ho, ho, Ho. I'm acting on the behalf of my employer..."
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The only thing I might suggest would be adding a space between paragraphs, but other than that I can't see anything I don't like in this! :D
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And I heard her out. Maybe it wasn't my best idea. But no one ever accused me of possessing particular intelligence. This was my dream. And to have someone believe me...someone with the power to actually do something, was an opportunity I could not miss. Come submarines and leviathans and nosy "sweet" doctors, I was in for the long haul.
I had known, always, that I was right, but everyone has underlying fears. To find those tunnels, deep under water, was a discovery that left me breathless. And it would only get better.
I had thought I was dead. At least I would die ecstatic, but I still dead. The closest thing I'd ever seen to those massive full body masks was...well...something Mayan? Don't ask me why I was thinking about Mayans when I had spears pointed at me.
Then their leader saw the large cut I had on my shoulder, and pulled up his mask. He was a she, with long white hair, a single gold earring, and massive blue eyes. I flinched backward, feeling more blood soak my shirt. When her soft, warm hand touched my bloody shoulder, my first thought was a silent prayer for my blood not to darken whatever pure world she came from. A world I would soon give my heart to.
Skip ahead, and picture this: I'm standing on a cliffs edge, listening to these Atlantans rattle on in their own language, my linguistic brain going a mile a moment. Yes, that was definitely Latin...and a touch of Welsh, yes, but very much Latin based, what with them using gastro and con. The next thing I knew, I had put it together.
"Parlez vouz francois?"
"Oui!"
And that was contact. I'd done it. We got our welcome, and we were ushered inside the city. I climbed a mountain with the white haired woman and listened to her every word, but still had endless questions. Why did all the Atlantans have such complicated names? Kidamasnaga...what's wrong with Jane or Elise or something short and concise? Though I couldn't deny...Kida suited her.
I am far from demanding. I'm not even stubborn. And apparently, I'm not terribly sneaky either. Kida had no trouble creeping up behind and abducting me.
"You are a scholar, are you not? I can tell by your lack of physical strength," she said as she swiped my glasses and proceeded to try them on herself. "You must tell me all about your world."
I snatched my glasses back. Without them I was blind.
"I don't really know what to tell you about it..." I trailed off. How could I talk about my own world when I was in a totally new one?
Her half smile dropped off her face, and suddenly she was serious. "What kind of world do you come from, where a woman needs to dress as a man to get the respect she wants?"
It took her words a moment to sink in. They did very suddenly, with a shot of adrenaline that made me want to piss myself.
"Shhh!" I glanced around frantically, but thank heavens, we were alone. "How did you even know?" I asked, wrapping my arms self-consciously around my chest.
She smiled mysteriously. "I am over eight-thousand years old. I know a woman when I see one. "
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And, it's alright friend! LJ can be weird sometimes. Do you have an account by any chance? Because, if you do, if you copy and paste your chapter into the visual editor, and fiddle with it until you like how it looks, then click on the html tab, and copy+paste that into your LJ comment on the meme. :3
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I'm glad you liked it. Chapter three is in progress.
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Due to the shitty nature of apple in general, my ipad has decided to reset itself. In the process, I have lost everything I wrote in the past two years, including the rest of this fill.
I may or may not re-write it, but I'm not really sure if my heart will be in it a second time.
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