Whosoever's Is The Storm
A JeanMarco Pacific Rim AU!
By Organization for Transformative Works

Title: Whosoever’s Is The Storm

Rating: M, descriptions of graphic violence, major character injury, and emotional disturbance

Pairings: JeanMarco, Jean & Marco | background: YumiKuri, Springles, EreJean (Drift pairing make this complicated to tag lol)

Word Count: 57,000 (more or less) (across 4 chapters)

Alright lads! Here’s my entry for the JMGE, as requested by my secret santa, @yoitay, who wanted PacRim! Merry Christmas, friendo! I hope I delivered everything you wanted. This was a blast to write.

Fic Summary: Jean Kirschtein is a Jaeger pilot, just trying his damnedest not to meet a disappointing end. Maybe he had goals once. Maybe there was a part of him that the storm didn’t touch. Not anymore.

Having been kicked from the Mark II Jaeger, Atlas Rogue, on account of the fact no-one Drifts with Eren Jaeger and walks out unscathed, Jean finds himself relegated to the Anchorage Shatterdome, Alaska, the very edge of the world. There’s a new Mark IV about to be launched, and it needs a pilot. Technically - it needs two pilots. It’s a shame he has a chip on his shoulder the size of a Kaiju.

A JMGE PacRim AU for Yoitay, exploring the journey of a Jaeger pilot from the bottom of the barrel, to the cusp of hope, across every up and down in between.


ok.... white people.... we gotta talk about this really quick.

don’t try to weigh in on the importance of romances between people of color, whether they’re hetero or not. just don’t do it. i’m begging you. you feel tempted to talk about how “tired” you are of straight romances, even when the romance you’re referring to includes people of color? don’t do it. fight the urge. you heard a person of color talking about representation once, so now you think you can argue with authority on those issues? don’t do it. fight the urge. the conversation has nothing to do with you. 

you think you can chime in every single time there’s a brown person on your screen about how IMPORTANT it is that they be gay or not in a romance at all, one or the other, that their straightness would be just as oppressive as seeing another straight white man kissing another straight white woman? don’t do it. do not do it. only people of color are allowed to be tired of their own people’s straightness. 

you think you can calculate the worth of a pairing, the importance of certain kinds of romances, because you think representation is a mathematic equation you can add and subtract from, based on layers of marginalization? that the outcome means the same thing to every person? it isn’t. it doesn’t. you think that heterosexuality is always the same old song, even when it involves people who never get to be loved and valued onscreen? whenever you open your mouth about these things, the only people you’re fooling are other white people. everyone else knows that these issues are complex, contradictory, often deeply personal, and never the same twice. 

so don’t do it. i don’t care if you ship finn/poe or finn/rey and have opinions on what’s More Progressive. it doesn’t matter if you hated mako/raleigh or loved stacker/herc. your opinion is borrowed from other peoples’ experiences. shipping certain pairings doesn’t earn you credits from the University of Brownness. you don’t accumulate points over years of good behavior and suddenly have authority to talk about issues when people of color are trying to have conversations with eachother. FIGHT THE URGE. I PROMISE IT WON’T KILL YOU TO SHUT UP.  

I am seated in a large leather armchair that is a perfect companion to the prized mahogany desk–centerpiece of my study–atop which my feet comfortably rest.

You enter, cautiously, just as the fireplace crackles, and stand silent and still, awaiting my acknowledgement. We both know why you have come.

I take a long drag from my pipe and indulgently exhale the smoke before giving you a sidelong glance.

Mustering the confidence, you raise your voice just above a whisper and, gesturing about at the splendor of the room, ask, “How?”

The sliver of a smile that flickers across my face as I nod toward the majestic 20 foot oil painting above my fireplace does not alter the seriousness of my voice as I reveal, almost wistfully, “John Boyega’s thighs in the Jaeger Pilot costume. They saved me.”


Been a busy start to 2017, with a move, deadlines among other things. Including these two new items. I’ve submitted these 2 poster parodies for RIPT Apparel’s  RIPTcademy awards parody poster contest - ‘Schwifty’(Arrival) and ‘Monster From The Sea’ (Manchester By The Sea) Hope you enjoy and wish me luck! :)

listen, there is absolutely nothing in the entire world that could convince me that hermann gottlieb doesn’t have an entire wardrobe full of incredibly ugly hanukkah sweaters. he owns one for every day and each one is more appalling than the one that came before it. it’s like one of those russian dolls only whenever you open another one more hideous sweaters fall out of it. they’re ghastly enough to stop grown men in their tracks and he wears all of them with his head held high. newt has begged him, downright pleaded with him, tears in his eyes, to please take those monstrosities off and never wear them again, and hermann looked at him with murder in his eyes and latkes in his tummy and whispered “no”.