Actions

Work Header

Rating:
Archive Warning:
Category:
Fandoms:
Characters:
Additional Tags:
Language:
English
Stats:
Published:
2024-06-11
Completed:
2024-09-10
Words:
10,942
Chapters:
7/7
Comments:
4
Kudos:
4
Hits:
41

Unlikely Harmony

Summary:

(Only Act 1 for the moment)

In the vibrant city of London, Angela feels adrift until they meets Hobart, a spirited musician. Despite their differences, a unique friendship blooms. With Maureen keeping a watchful eye on Angela’s well-being, Angela finds themself exploring new social circles and causes.

It's a little slice of life I've written to make myself happy, so I hope it will make you happy too.

Notes:

I did what I could to adapt Hobart and Spiderpunk, but since I'm basing it on the Spiderverse version, I did my own things.

In 1979, pansexual, bisexual and non-binary people were poorly understood and excluded from queer communities. I don't want to share biphobia or other prejudices, so if Angela correctly identifies and thinks openly about it, they will just gloss over the subject and verbally allow themselves to be gendered as female (but you will see those close to them trying to avoid misgendering them). This is a choice I made. I don't like homophobia. I know it existed and exists, but I don't want to deal with the subject when already in 2020+ we have a much better queer community and a society that tends towards openness on these subjects.

Angela has a personality disorder. They do not intend to talk about it and I do not intend to talk about it. At the time, it was poorly understood and poorly managed. I won't specify what they have : I just wanted to write a character like myself. Angela manage it the way I am treated for this disorder, even if it's clearly not how it would have been treated back then.

Chapter 1: Kindness is punk as fuck

Chapter Text

Alright.
Let's do it.

My name is Angela. Angela James.
I've bitten Maureen when we were 4 years old and for the last 15 years we've been inseparable.

My friends call me Chaos, not just because it sounds cool, but because they've seen the wild whirlwind beneath my tranquil surface.
My heart is a chaotic symphony of raw guitar riffs and soft voices. The Buzzcocks' A different kind of tension' is my anthem for a revolution that's yet to come within myself and society.
I revel in being so myself that people doubt their own identity and creating a better world, one act of kindness at a time.
I thrive on disrupting the status quo, challenging the establishment and questioning everything. Our government? I hate it with a passion. Capitalism? A necessary evil that keeps me working the daily grind, even when I'd rather be hiding below my bed.
I’m the crow that rescues shiny stuff from the jaws of consumerism, gleaming things waiting to be forged into something beautiful. Recycling, to me, is a form of protest. Every possession of mine represents a tiny act of resistance, a refusal to conform.

And sometimes, on those days when the weight of the world feels a bit too heavy, I don't really like myself.
But then, there's Maureen, my Muse, who reminds me that it's okay to be imperfect. Together, we're a whirlwind of energy and want, ready to make the world a better place, one ripped poster and homemade necklace at a time.