#animorphs ficlet | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

thejakeformerlyknownasprince · 9 months

Note

The retcon post got me thinking - what if Jordan was a Controller towards the endgame? It seems like something Jake might consider, given he’s in the unique position of living with the enemy as well.

• Aern 612 has seconds to react, when suddenly there is an andalite standing in the middle of Naomi Berenson's living room. There is an andalite, inside Jordan's house. Aern's frozen, sweat prickling all over Jordan's skin. It's here for her. It has to be.

«Do not be afraid,» the andalite says, «I am a friend of your sister, and we mean you no harm.»

Aern 612 lowers Jordan's hand away from the dracon beam in her pocket, suddenly unsure.

"Are you..." Sara squints at the alien. "A Pokémon?"

She has to mean someone dressed as a Pokémon, like for San Diego Comic Con — Sara's old enough to know that Anime aren't real — but the andalite nods solemnly. «I do not know this term,» it says, «so indeed, I might be a Pokémon.»

Aern makes a decision, then. Based on how humans treat children, based on that word we, based on the things she can get away with if she pulls Jordan's hair into pigtails and skips a little as she breaks into a building.

"Pokémon!" she shrieks, too high for Jordan's normal voice, and she rushes forward to give the andalite a hug.

Its hands touch her, and she forces the shudder to come out as a giggle.

• Rachel morphs. Rachel can morph. So can cousin Jake, and the blond kid that Rachel always loudly insists isn't her boyfriend, and an unknown number of additional humans. Aern is fucked. She is so fucking fucked. She and Reant 8132 inside Tom have hours to live, unless either of them can convince the Vissers of their usefulness.

"But I don't want to go camping," Aern says, high and plaintive, poking out Jordan's bottom lip. "I wanna go to my gymnastics meet on Tuesday!"

Sara shoots Jordan a look, frowning. Rachel doesn't even seem to notice, too busy arguing with Naomi.

Jake rests a reassuring hand on Jordan's shoulder, crouching slightly to look her in the eye. "It'll all be okay," he says. "I know it's scary, but we're going to be just fine."

Moron. Aern wants to spit in his face — she settles for a wet-eyed nod. She'll keep playing along, for now, until she figures out a way to get out alive.

Sixty-one hours, Jordan pipes up. At least three morphers watching you at all times. Tick-tock, slug. Tick-tock.

• It's Sara, two miles down the road, who says "But what about Daddy? Why isn't he coming with us?" Damn. Aern should've thought to ask that.

• Rachel directs them to drive, and then to hike, over thirty miles into the national forest. This is fine. Aern is fine. She'll figure something out, and she has over two days to do it. There are nearly a hundred uncontrolled hork-bajir in the valley when they get there, along with Visser One's empty host and three other morphers. It's fine. Aern will be fine. Yeah.

• Jake shows up later that night, alone.

Guess they found out about Reant 8132, Jordan says smugly. Maybe they're not so bad at detecting controllers.

«Or Reant's not nearly as good an actor as I am,» Aern tells her. «Or he couldn't get away with pretending Tom is cutsey and harmless.»

Then, just because she knows it'll bother Jordan, she goes skipping up to Jake. "Hi Jake!" she pipes up. "How come your family isn't here?"

Jordan flinches, out of sight of anyone but herself. Aern gets to watch Jake's face crumple, his eyes flooding with tears. It almost makes up for not spitting on him earlier.

• Aern doesn't sleep that night, no matter how hard she tries. Tick-tock, Jordan keeps saying, Tick-tock. Tick-tock tick-tock tick-tock... Aern slaps herself in the face, which doesn't help.

• Tobias has an argument with Marco, the following morning. Aern is only able to catch half of it, since only Marco is bothering to speak out loud, but even that half is very interesting indeed.

• Aern pulls Jordan's hair into pigtails. She digs through the duffel Jake packed her without even asking — the entitlement of some people — until she finds a pink shirt and bedazzled jeans. A frilly dress would've been better, but this will do. She kicks off Jordan's shoes.

And then she goes marching over to the cabin Cassie's family is sharing. "Dr. Lee?" she calls, just in case either of Cassie's parents is inside. "Dr. Lee, are you there?"

There's no answer. Aern pushes back the blanket across the door, and ducks inside.

The bucket in the corner is empty. The unmade bedroll, empty. Michelle's suitcase, only clothes. Walter's, the same. An extensive first-aid kit yields only bandages and tape. Damn. Damn.

Tick-tock...

«Shut up!»

Cassie's bag, in the corner. Aern rips it open, not being as careful as she should. Overalls, jeans, more overalls—

Jordan's fingers brush against something hard and angular, wrapped in a flannel shirt. She fumbles it out. No bigger than a Rubik's cube, but boring blue all around.

«You were saying?» Aern asks, and Jordan doesn't reply.

• The first part was almost too easy. As for the second... Aern has a decision to make.

Jake might work. He's been distracted, staring into space and not making eye contact. But he might be too distracted, impossible to engage.

Rachel is out. She knows Jordan too well.

Cassie is sweet, and she trusts Jordan. But Aern has seen a lot of Cassie, enough to know about the canny intuition that lurks behind that welcoming smile.

Tobias won't work. The logistics are wrong.

Ax... No. Aern doesn't want to touch an andalite, ever again, and she doesn't trust herself to bluff her way through.

Cassie or Jake will serve as Plan B, then. And she has her Plan A.

• "Hey Marco, look what I found!"

He's up at the end of the valley, well away from his mom — Aern's not stupid — and away from the hork-bajir seer. He looks up from where he was... (whittling a stick? What is with these people?) and starts to smile. Until, that is, he sees what Jordan is holding.

"Kinda cool, right?" Aern tosses the morphing cube lightly from hand to hand. "You think maybe it's a hork-bajir toy?"

Marco stands, stick and knife dropping to the ground. "Where did you get that?"

"Found it on the ground," Aern says lightly.

"I need you to give that to me, Jordan. Right now."

She smiles up at him through Jordan's bangs. "Then why don't you come and get it?" This voice is very different from the one she used on Jake. It's deeper. Not that of the six-year-old Jake and Rachel remember, but that of a ninth grader with a crush on the cool older boy.

"Jordan." Marco takes a step toward her. "That doesn't belong to you, and it isn't a toy."

"I don't see your name on it, Mister." She takes a step back, grinning. Pretending not to notice the tension in his shoulders. "Finders keepers, right?" She bats her eyelashes. Not because it's actually seductive, but because it's so clumsy. An awkward kid trying to flirt, not a peer succeeding.

"It's a weapon." Marco keeps advancing on her. "A dangerous one. I'm not playing around, and I need you to hand it over."

Sighing, she holds it out. As soon as Marco raises his hand she yanks it back, laughing.

He loses his temper, exactly on cue. He lunges forward, grabbing Jordan's wrist in one hand and the morphing cube in the other. Not being careful about how he takes it, not thinking about why he might need to be careful. His hand closes over the top of it, even as Jordan's is gripped hard around the bottom.

A jolt travels through her entire body, hairs standing on end. Not clear if Marco felt anything either, if he noticed, but he's thoroughly distracted by wrestling the cube away from her.

Aern lets go. "YOU'RE A JERK!" she screams in Marco's face, so suddenly he stumbles back two paces. "I HATE YOU!" Before he can recover from the shock enough to wonder if he should've forced Jordan to set the cube on the ground, she's already turned and sprinted away.

Marco mutters something about girls and hormones and honestly. Jordan's shoulders are shaking, with suppressed laughter rather than sobs.

• Now all she has to do is find an excuse to touch a hork-bajir.

«Tick-tock,» she thinks at Jordan, giddy with triumph. «Tick-tock.»

• Returning to the yeerk pool is easy. She doesn't bother to file a report, just gets in line with the others. Reant is screaming in a back room, so loud and sustained that Tom's voice is down to a hoarse ghost of itself. What a moron.

• "Everything okay?" Naomi asks, when Aern slips back into their cabin in the wee hours of the morning for the fourth time since they came here.

"I can't sleep." Aern lets Jordan's voice wobble. "I can never sleep, ever since we came here."

"I know, baby," Naomi murmurs. "I know."

• Aern trails Toby, asking about defenses and troop numbers and What if...? But what if...? Aern pesters Jake for details of Animorph missions, hanging onto his elbow like a little kid. Aern swings Jordan's clasped hands back and forth as she asks Tobias what the valley looks like from overhead. Aren, to date, has not exchanged a single word with Eva, and she means to keep it that way.

• The Empire has the morphing cube now, she learns on her next trip back to feed. Reant 8132 of all people managed to get ahold of it. Maybe not such a moron after all.

• Aern is an identical copy of Tobias when she lands in the clearing just west of the valley, and she's back to looking like Jordan a moment later.

But Naomi is standing there, just beyond the treeline.

Aern freezes, half-crouched. She can't tell how much Jordan's mom saw, if she saw anything.

"Jordan," Naomi says. "What are you doing out this far? It isn't safe—"

"Mommy!" Aern runs at her, slamming into Naomi's stomach and wrapping Jordan's arms around her. "Mommy, I woke up here and I was so scared and I didn't know how to get back, and I've been out here for hours and hours and hours—"

"Oh, baby." Naomi smooths her hand over Jordan's shoulder. "You must be scared, you haven't called me 'Mommy' in years."

"I think..." Jordan's voice breaks around a sob. "I think I was sleepwalking?"

"Okay, baby," Naomi says. "It's okay."

• "Naomi." That's Visser One's body, standing to the entrance of the valley, watching their approach. "What have we told you about..." She frowns. "Jordan?"

Naomi lifts her chin. "Jordan wanted to turn back," she says. "I was trying to get us both away from this place, away from your madness. But Jordan insisted we turn around."

Aern pokes out Jordan's bottom lip, pressing close to Naomi's side. She glances at Eva, then quickly looks back down.

"This cannot keep happening," Eva says. Uppity bitch. Three months, and she's already forgotten her place. "Naomi, you're putting every life in this valley at risk. Including Rachel's. Including Sara's and Jordan's."

"It won't happen again," Naomi says. "I promise."

• The next time Aern goes to feed, she has just emerged from the pool and back into her host when a hand closes around Jordan's upper arm. She tries to yank away, but she's being pulled forcefully into an alcove by a larger, stronger human—

She stares up into Tom's face.

Busted, Jordan thinks.

"Funny, how one no-rank warrior can slip through the cracks," Reant 8132 whispers. "Everybody thinks the Animorphs killed you, Aern, and yet here you are. How'd you pull that one off?"

Aern yanks away again, and this time Reant lets her go. "No great mystery. I'm just the better actor."

"No." Tom's eyes narrow. "No, I'm pretty sure you're a traitor. You went over to their side, and they sent you back here to spy on us."

"That's not true!"

Reant smirks. "Then prove it."

Jordan's heart is pounding. Reant doesn't believe what he just said, that's clear, but— but—

"Then again, what's a little more treason between friends?" His smile grows. "After all, we're family, right?"

"The fuck do you want?" Aern doesn't have to fake the tremor in Jordan's voice this time.

"You morph," Reant says. "Or at least Jordan does — only way you could be making it back here every cycle. I'm organizing those of us who morph. We're splitting off from the Empire, doing our own thing. You in?"

Aern considers. She's not a hero, is the thing. She's not visser material. She's not even brave, which is why she still hasn't gotten around to blowing her cover and reporting back to Command.

She just wants what every yeerk wants: Eyes. Hands. Music and food. Security. Freedom.

"Yeah," Aern says. "Tell me the plan."

• Jake is planning something. That's obvious, from the increased pace of drills, from the meetings he has around the fire with Eva and Toby and his fellow Animorphs. He and the others are away more and more. Aern hasn't seen Rachel in weeks, outside of occasional passing glances between them. Sara's heartbroken about Rachel's apparent apathy, but it works in Aern's favor.

• "Here's the plan," Reant says, when Aern meets him that night. Which is how she finds out he's working with Jake.

• "Here's the plan," Jake says to the Animorphs' families, the following day. Which is how she finds out he's working against Reant.

• "We hold position," Eva says, walking down the line of human family members and assorted hork-bajir. "Loren and Ket are on vanguard if the attack comes. Peter and Michelle are overseeing the evacuation. I'll play loose between groups — I'm in charge here until Jake gets back. Listen to your squad leaders, but listen to each other as well. Is that clear?"

They break. They go to their watch posts, spread along the rim of the valley.

Aern cups her hand loosely around the cockroach, and a few minutes later she's up, up, and away.

• Aern huddles with the other morph-controllers on the Blade ship, awaiting Reant's signal. He must have told the others she was coming, because no one questions her presence when she joins the crowd of flies on the underside of the ship's console. If Reant can't get control of it in time, if Jake's contingency goes off too soon... Aern didn't even succeed in finding out what the contingency is; he's been so secret about it that she overhead even Tobias demanding more answers.

• A dracon cannon goes off, somewhere outside. The Blade ship rattles with the force. «May the kandrona shine on us all,» Carger 710 whispers. «Shine on us this day.»

The andalite fleet is approaching. So close, it's starting to ping Earth-orbiting satellites. Only Reant and those closest to him know this, but Aern can't unknow it.

And then the door of the Blade ship hisses open, and a human figure walks inside. "Thank you, Visser." Tom's voice is too loud in the enclosed space. Signaling to them. "I'll take good care of it."

• The door hisses shut, and there's a few minutes of general chaos as everyone demorphs and then most of them remorph to battle forms. There have to be over forty of them, Aern sees with a swell of relief, even though Reant said he couldn't be sure he'd get more than two dozen. They're a proper platoon, enough to hold their own.

"The Animorphs are dead," Reant says briskly. "We wait for the Navy to engage the Empire, and then we run for it. Head for Kelbrid space, where the andalites won't —"

The comm screen switches on, showing the bridge of the Pool ship.

Apparently, Reant spoke a little too soon about the Animorphs being dead.

Reant spins around. He and Jake start exchanging taunts, something about treason. Aern ignores it, busy staying out of sight. Busy counting to five, there on the screen. Busy looking around — and spotting the flea that swells into human shape underneath the control console.

"Animorph!" Aern screams. "Animorph on board!"

And just for a second, the Animorph in question freezes. She doesn't move to attack, doesn't immediately start killing, just for one crucial second.

Because Aern's got Jordan's face, doesn't she. She's speaking with Jordan's voice.

Rachel powers through it, of course, rolling forward and starting to morph again. But that second of hesitation cost her, as did the second of extra warning for everyone else on board.

Tom's right arm wraps around Rachel's throat, yanking her off her feet. His left hand comes up, and fires the dracon beam twice into her head.

The second shot is unnecessary. There's nothing but skull fragments left after the first.

• Aern is screaming, moaning. "Rachel, Rachel, RACHEL—" Her throat is raw, skin cold, but no, that's not her screaming. That isn't her voice coming out of her mouth. She's not the one pounding fists against Tom's chest, smearing Rachel's blood across them both.

"Get ahold of yourself!" Reant is shouting. "Get control of your fucking host, Aern!"

Half a dozen morphers — lionesses, cape buffalo, alligator — surged toward Rachel and Tom in the second between when she'd been exposed and when she'd been killed. All of them stopped dead when Reant fired. And yet none of them makes a move to intervene in this pathetic scene, Jordan shrieking overtop the shouts of disbelief and scream of pain from the comm screen.

Finally Efflit 1318 gets arms around Jordan's body and drags her off of Tom. Aern is still scrambling for control. She's never faced resistance like this before, nowhere close.

Efflit tosses Aern aside, barely noting when she skids across the floor and rolls to a stop in the corner. Jordan's burst of control is slipping away as she retreats back into her mind, screaming for her sister.

And then Aern is in charge again. Aern is okay. Aern doesn't care at all that Rachel is in pieces on the floor.

• Most of the controllers are demorphing. "Set course directly away from Sol," Reant is saying. He tosses the dracon beam onto the console. "Once we're far enough, then we head for Kelbrid territory. Someone dump that out of the airlock, and get a cleaner in here. We also need—" He stops. He's looking at one of the humans who just emerged from lioness morph, a frown pulling Tom's eyebrows together. "Who the fuck are you?" he asks.

"Hi." The human who was a lioness waves. "My name's James. Your host's aunt suggested I come on board."

"What..." Reant's frown deepens. "What are you talking ab..."

"Oh, and that's Kelly." James gestures at one of the ones who has yet to demorph. "And Tuan, and Pedro, and Liam and Erica. Collette should be around here somewh—"

Aern never does find out how that sentence ends. There's only a burst of pain, and then nothing at all.

#animorphs #long post #jordan berenson #animorphs au #animorphs ficlet #violence #gore #character death

147 notes · View notes

ziekaramaik · 2 months

Text

The Invasion, page 97

I was living a nightmare. No, it was worse than a nightmare. In a nightmare, you have a chance of waking up. But I was already awake. There was nowhere else to go.

Temrash 114 had complete control over my body every second of the day. I couldn't even control what I looked at. He chose what my eyes were pointed at. All because I joined The Sharing.

And now they were trying to do the same thing to my little brother.

Since the thing at the construction site last night, Temrash 114 was more interested than ever in having Jake infested. The Yeerk used my body and voice to invite Jake to a meeting of The Sharing. Jake didn't seem interested at first. But a little later, he came to me and said he would come after all.

It was my worst fear: That my little brother would become trapped in the same Hell I was.

Jake was the very last person on Earth I wanted the Yeerks to infest. Even more than my parents - They were adults, they could look after themselves. But Jake was just a little kid. I needed to protect him. I was his big brother, it was my job to protect him but I couldn't!

Jake came to the bonfire at the beach. He ate the barbeque. He played volleyball with my impostor. He seemed to be having fun. He had no idea it was all a trap. And I couldn't warn him. I could only watch.

"Now you see why I enjoy this?" my mouth said. I tried to force my mouth closed, but I had no control over it. I couldn't stop the Yeerk from operating me like a machine.

"It's cool," Jake said. "I didn't realize it was so much fun."

The Yeerks couldn't have him. They could have anyone else - literally, anyone else - but not him!

"Well, that's not all it is," the Yeerk said through me. "I mean, it's more than just fun. The Sharing can do all kinds of things for you. Once you're a full member."

"How do you get to be a full member?" Jake asked. He was actually interested now.

No, please no. If there was ever a time I needed to get control of body back, it needed to be now. Right now! I had to warn him. I had to say, Don't join! Don't join!!

Instead, the Yeerk used my mouth to say, "Oh, that will come later. First, you become an associate member. Later the leaders will decide whether to ask you to become a full member."

I used all my willpower. I fought so hard to regain control. To send Jake some of warning. To just shake my head, a serious look, a frown, a blink, ANYTHING!

You can't have him!! Not Jake!! LEAVE MY BROTHER ALONE!!

My mouth smiled. "Once you become a full member . . . the whole world changes."

With every last bit of strength I had, and strength I didn't even know I had, I tried to shake my head and scream, "DON'T JOIN THE SHARING!!"

And something actually happened.

My head twitched. Just a little. Just a spasm. Just a tug of my mouth to the side and just a crease of my eyebrows.

But it wasn't the Yeerk. It was me. I did that. For the very first time, I moved my body against Temrash 114's will.

But it was only for an instant. After that split-second, the Yeerk slammed down control and returned my face to normal. I felt his anger. He was furious at me for showing such defiance.

But on the outside, he simply used my mouth to say, "I have to go for a while now. The full members have a separate meeting. You guys stay here and have fun. Have some more of that barbeque. It's great, isn't it?"

I could see Jake looking at me, wide-eyed and innocent. Then my body turned and walked away.

I was exhausted. It was such a strain to fight against the Yeerk. Even if Temrash 114 gave up and allowed me to use my body now, I wasn't sure I'd have any energy left to move around or speak clearly.

And I was more than exhausted. I was miserable. All that effort, all the mental anguish I put into it, and I only regained control for a fraction of a second. Even at my very best, all I managed was a tiny twitch in my face.

Jake probably didn't even notice . . .

#animorphs #tom berenson #jake berenson #yeerks #the invasion #deleted scene #long post #angst #animorphs ficlet #tom my darling

5 notes · View notes

transingthoseformers · 1 year

Note

Do you have any AUs you really like kicking around that you haven't talked about as much?

Yessss actually! I popped in a read more, if you don't mind

There's my Dynamo and rescuebots au, which I've written a bit about (and ended up freaking out halfway through the last ficlet of it😅)

I play a lot with my tfa Mockingbird oc and how they'd be created and introduced to the autobots

I had this old au was was based on the cyberformed earth concept but it was naturally based around a random character who wasn't autobot or Decepticon adjacent and almost in a sorta "okay fuck, the apocalypse happened, now i have to map the terrain and learn new things" way

I frequently find myself going back to the plotline of the tfp autobots capturing a semi-rogue Decepticon who just... stays there and both parties get attached. Sometimes said con was friends with orion and tronus before the war, sometimes not. I have found similar plotlines that are same but earthspark.

I've played around with a bayverse x tfp continuity before as i think they would compliment each other nicely worldbuilding wise

I've probably posted about it before but the idea of Megatron having a friend/amica/whatever in the backround who absolutely gave the shovel talk to Orion and is frothing at the intake to bestow said shovel consequences to Oppy for breaking Megatron's spark

Tfp but Whirl comes to earth plotline, and Bulkhead actually gets super protective of Whirl because he fucking knew what that guy went through and is gonna set things right this time

"Oh Fuck Overlord? On Earth? I guess the autobots, Decepticons, and humans have to work together against this menace"

I've posted about it before but the LL coming to the tfp universe

The Transformers: the play au me and Techni went back and forth on!

Posted about this before but a tfa "Decepticons win and most/all autobots are captured" situation where a moderately higher ranking Decepticon finds the situation sorta fucked up and slowly but surely acts as a double agent to betray the Decepticons and get as many autobots as possible onto drumroll here a tfa version of the Lost Light!

The one tfa oc Firefłight being a lazy big bastard with a frenemies-ish situation with Fanzone and pushing Starscream off of tall buildings

Naturally rescue bots plotlines that include them coming to the tfp base oh naturally

I don't talk about it a bunch but during Serotonin Syndrome two: electric boogaloo I went on an absolute streak with the tf: a&p au that was very much based on a single valveplug tfa megs x tfp optimus ficlet I saw

I had this one au i wrote a bit about where the matrix got damaged in a boom boom and Oppy had essentially the opposite of the Orion Arc happen— he was in his old frame but has the same memories and personality (ish). I think i called it Optimus Pax

My Liason from Hell bayverse au, from au dungeons!

The one au I made a loooong time ago around the 4/9/21 thing, which was oc x oc with one having an alt based on draco lizards and the other on striped hyenas— i believe both ended up carrying at the same time, it was Ferrous and Carnage? Yeah.

I talk so little about spinocon aus but they have so many storylines like way so many

O ooo oo o i sorta forgot about it but my "Why Earth? Always Earth?" Au that was an animorphs x Transformers au, i never truly followed up on that

Back when i was watching Supernatural oh i naturally made an au based on that that i never wrote down, I think Miko was sooorta like a wereworf but fox based? Yeah it was Sam and Dean meeting the autobots but we can put Castiel and Crowley in there too

Lottttts of ex-DJD plotlines where said character joins the autobots

Oh i had this one idea based on the humans cloning a Cybertronian from CNA samples but i didn't follow up on it

That one au idea i had where Megatron was gonna have a new kid and a few of his previous ones who have never met ever over the vorns finally meet and it's almost a nostalgia sorta au but has the tone of a will reading, like fuck they not only learned of eavh other recently but they're gonna have a sibling? And these kids are soooo different because megs made them during vastly different parts in his life, it was tfp/mtmte continuity mix

I've ran "Starscream meets the rescue bots" storylines beforr

Just way too many work together plotlines based on the quality of mercy series

The blatant isakai au storylines where each human that becomes a Cybertronian died in their respective universes and woke up in the tfp one in Cybertronian frames!

#maccadam #transformers #aus #i have... too many.#too many damn aus #oh this easily covers a good 3ish years of various aus and storylines #alternate universes #most of these i never followed up on #and i don't think i will #some have posts #some don't #some of these are super duper receng #some I've been running for years #some are old as hell but i just remembered now #plus there's the goddamn go charlie! dream with it's own fan continuity ig? it was vaguely g1 based #^w^ i am. insane.#this took so long to write but i love it #it's mostly tfp_ a nice amount of tfa_ some rescue bots and bayverse_ and a single earthspark plotline

10 notes · View notes

sarifel-corrisafid-ilxhel · 5 years

Text

Concept Piece #1

My name is Forrest.

Before you get the wrong impression of me, I'm just a normal kid. My family... They’re not normal. But I'm normal, I swear. I eat my vegetables if they have cheese on them. I procrastinate on my homework if nobody is looking. I hate family reunions. I look both ways before crossing the street, I go to the synagogue with my family three times a year, and I've never, ever saved the world.

With that out of the way, I can tell you why I have to say those things. My full name is Forrest Michael Berenson. If you don't know why the name Berenson is famous, I'd like to ask you one question: Can I trade places with you?

Seriously, I've heard it all. My family is officially cursed, and everyone knows it. Most of my family are ex-Controllers. The Yeerks came specifically after all of us- I was spared because I was too small for a slug to fit it my head. But, as my Mom always says, that's nothing to be proud of. Our entire family was targeted. Our entire family suffered. And we're famous for it!

I don't want to go into why the Yeerks came after us. You can read any of a hundred books or watch any of three movies, nine biographical pieces, or any of twenty thousand interviews about my cousins Jake, Tom, and Rachel to find out about any of that. All I really want is to be left in peace. I swear, I'm going to get my name changed someday.

#animorphs #post-war #ficlet #concept art

20 notes · View notes

muffinlance · 4 years

Note

Okay so one of my other favorite authors, Suzukiblu, just reblogged a list of atla fics they've written and it's?? it's so fucking good???? there's traumatized children zuko and song bonding, there's zuko adopted by Kya and Hakoda and Bato and raised as water tribe, there's firebender!Jet and war child!Jet and it's so fucking good, it's at suzukiblu(.)tumblr(.)com/post/622400947043418112/top-5-atla-aucrossovers

They're also on AO3!

Clickable Tumblr link: @suzukiblu

The post referenced above

Suzukiblu is one of my absolute favs, her Sokka voice is the one I imprinted on HARD, so if you like my Sokka you like Suzukiblu and you never even knew. Beautiful work, mostly in short story/related ficlet form.

My personal favorites are the Avamorphs (Avatar/Animorphs crossover), firebender!Jet, baby Zuko getting found by baby Song early in his banishment, and their Captain Planet/Avatar crossover that I think is only available on their old old livejournal (scroll down to the timeline links and read in order).

For how ridiculously beautiful their writing is and how long they've been in the fandom, I am always confused at how few kudos/comments they have.

#fic rec #one of my writing role models #so beautiful <3

299 notes · View notes

featherquillpen · 4 years

Text

Animorphs Fiquita: “No Te Rajes”

Como Latina, quería dar honor a la Latinidad de Marco y Eva en Animorphs con una pequeña ficción (fiquita? yo quiero una palabra como “ficlet” en castellano) en castellano que se trata de Eva y su experiencia. No sé si a alguien de más le gusta Animorphs que también comprende castellano, pero no me importa, adelante.

In honor of how very Latine our beloved Marco and Eva are, have a ficlet in Spanish from Eva’s POV. No, it is not beta read because I don’t know any other fluent Spanish speakers in the fandom. No, I will not translate it. It doesn’t work as a story in English, frankly. Deal with it.

Refiero aquí a la canción famosa de Jorge Negrete, Jalisco No Te Rajes.

No Te Rajes

«¡Ayyyy! ¡Jalisco, no te rajes!» Canté con una combinación de mi voz y la memoria del disco de vinilo que siempre tocaba mi mamá mientras que cocinaba la cena de domingo.

«¿De verdad crees que me puedes distraer con estas tonterías?» dijo Edriss. Al otro lado de la videoconferencia, Garoff de la Junta de Trece explicó la situación en el sistema de Anati, como si Edriss no la supiera ya. Di cuenta de su amargura. ¿Y como no, con ese tono condescendiente?

«¿Tontería? Quieres decir que la voz angélica de Jorge Negrete es tontería? ¡Pero a mi me encanta!» Empecé a cantar de nuevo, pero ahora con la memoria de algunos mariachis que conocía en Guanajuato que cantaban como gatos salvajes. «¡Ayyyy, Jalisco no te rajes! Me sale del alma gritar con color…»

«…y a ti doy el honor de organizar la contraofensiva en Anati.» Galactidioma no tiene el tuteo exactamente, pero hay varios niveles de formalidad, y Garoff usó una forma familiar, indicando la diferencia entre su posición en la Junta de Trece y el Vísser Uno.

Edriss tenía que saber que organizar contraofensivas no era su fortitud. Yo sospechaba que Garoff sabía también, y que el Vísser Tres no conocía la Tierra como Edriss. Quería sacar los Vísseres de sus áreas de poder. La amargura de Edriss se volvió en rabia. ¿Mejor, no, si no pudiera controlar su rabia?

«Abrir todo el pecho, pa’ echar este grito, ¡que lindo es Jalisco, palabra de honooooooooor!»

Edriss perdió un poco de control. “¿Y porque no la Tierra, en vez de ese asno Visser Tres?” En Galactidioma, la palabra “asno” no tiene el sentido del animal, pero un poco del sentido de un sensor que se pierde cada vez que la astronave se cruza al Espacio Z.

“Vísser Uno,” dijo Garoff, con la voz muy grave, “cuando te digo que algo es un honor, aceptas el honor con gracia.”

«Ay, Jalisco, Jalisco, Jalisco, Jalisco, tu tienes tu novia que es Guadalajaraaaaa…»

“Sí, señor. Un honor. Muchísimas gracias. Le voy a ganar el sistema. Hasta la próxima.” Edriss cortó la conexión.

«Ooooohh, Edriss, ¡estás en problemas!»

«Menos problemas que tu vas a tener en un momento,» gruñó Edriss, y de ahí me mostró que ella podía usar la memoria de mariachis desafinados como arma, lo mismo que yo.

#animorphs #español #My fic #eva

39 notes · View notes

zorilleerrant · 3 years

Text

2018

January

Animorphs fanfic: Restrained A snippet from Cassie’s POV. Violent death tw

HP fanfic: Terrible TMR POV character study

Star Wars fanfic: A Reylo Story just a little jokefic making fun of anti-reylos

February

Survivorship Bias prose poem about how everything is doomed and there’s too many things to try to deal with, and also I have terrible depression

slurs poem musing on what I call myself and what other people call me

there’s error in translation poem about art and how we interpret and react to it

March

Please Come In microfiction about a changeling. character study

there are only two genders: limericks and shut up it’s a limerick about transphobes I don’t know what you want

MCU fanfic: a true gentleman this is probably technically a ficlet. shuri x bucky. humor

Fandom: Iraq or Afghanistan? potterlock xover I guess. humor

April

there is no one community sort of an essay sort of a rant on how the fuck we’re supposed to navigate the fuckery that is the alphabet soup

June

of course it was a poem about pride and how it gets historicized. it’s mediocre and did not convey the point I intended it to

July

elves a little bit of humor about elf-human relations. this is background for a story I’m writing but it stands alone without me having to explain anything about it, and the rest of the story would honestly be more distracting than enlightening especially since there aren’t any elves in it (like. only in the background)

August

ten seconds vent poem about how tagging is hard

the tortoise and the hare it’s a retelling of the fable, only, like, have you ever seen actually real turtles and bunnies racing because it’s that instead

buffy this was in response to discussion about what changes should be made to buffy in a remake. anyway it’s somewhat humorous but is mostly about how the actual show ignores race issues and the fandom doesn’t often seem to want to contend with that. also very queer but that’s just because if I were making a TV show I just would make it incredibly queer because why not. it’s not really a story it’s a description mostly, like AU where

September

straight privilege a vent poem because people don’t understand how privilege or normativity works and it makes me cry

says a vampire elf probably this paragraph is a satire of that thing where people write long, loving descriptions of the sexy men in their novels that are awkward when it’s supposed to be close third. it’s first person tho

November

cassandra’s gift vent poem about censorship and purity culture

this one dream I had no it’s literally a dream I had but it’s a funny story

dear abby, I poem about being nonbinary

#my writing

1 note · View note

convenientalias · 4 years

Text

Open for prompts

I’m in need of ways to procrastinate writing this novel of mine so if anyone wants to send me prompts I will (probably) write some ficlets.

Fandoms I’d be open to writing for:

3 Will Be Free

Animorphs

Avatar the Last Airbender

Circle: Two Worlds Connected

Disney crossovers

The Disguiser

Extraordinary You

The Flame’s Daughter (but I’ve only watched the first half)

Fruits Basket

Gattaca

Great Gatsby

Handsome Siblings (2020 cdrama)

Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell

Kado: the Right Answer

Kakegurui

The King: Eternal Monarch

Love Is More Than a Word

Marco Polo

Nirvana in Fire

Phantom of the Opera

Psychopath Diary

The Queen’s Thief

Rookie Historian Goo Hae-ryung

Sense8

Save Me (2017 kdrama)

White Christmas (2011 kdrama)

Also probably other fandoms I’ve written for in the past--if I listed all the fandoms I write for here, it would be a very unmanageable list.

If you’re wondering what kinds of prompts I’ll write for, well, there are various prompt memes I’ve reblogged in the past if you need inspiration, but in general: I’ll take characters or ships, and I’m very much a multi-shipper if you go in a shippy direction. I like whump and angst. Sometimes crack. I’m not so into smut. I can fake my way through fluff on occasion.

2 notes · View notes

pi-cat000 · 5 years

Text

MSA Fanfiction Masterpost

For those who can’t access /want more detail than I provide on my ‘Fanfiction Links’ page, and because it's about time I collected these all together in one post.

>>‘MSA time travel idea’ otherwise know as ‘Distance in Time’

Arthur falls off a cliff and lands in the past. (Hellbent AU, Time travel, Arthur centric, angst, descriptions of violence, mind control, flashbacks)

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, Vivi POV, 8, 9, 10, Lewis POV, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, Lance POV 18, 19, Lewis POV 2, 21 , 22, Vivi POV 2, 24, 25 Lewis POV 3, Mystery POV , Vivi POV 3, 29, Lewis POV 4, 31, ViVi POV 4 , 33, 34, Lewis POV 5, Mystery POV 2, Lewis POV 6, Vivi POV 5, Lewis POV 7 Vivi POV 6 Vivi POV 7 , 42

>>>>>>Link to the ao3 version here

‘MSA time travel idea’ shorts: (Lewis and Arthur) : Arthur gets into trouble. Lewis gets him out again.

‘MSA time travel idea’ shorts (Mystery and Vivi): Mystery meets Vivi for the first time.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

>>‘Fast Forward’ : Lewis wakes up in a future where he’s been dead for two years. (Set Prior to GHOST, Time travel, Lewis centric, angst, endgame LewVivArt)

1, 2, 3, 4,

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

>>‘Take Two’ : Ghost Arthur travels back in time and saves Lewis. A fix-it if you squint. ( Hellbent AU, Time travel, Arthur centric, Ghost-Arthur, Alive-Lewis, Vivi, angst, descriptions of violence, mind control)

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12

>>Take Back The Future: Vivi and Arthur travel back in time to the beginning of Hellbent. Neither of them are okay. (Future AU, Time-travel, Arthur centric, Vivi, angst, description of violence)

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3)

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

>>‘Winged Arthur AU’ : It’s time for Winged-Arthur. (Hellbent AU, Arthur centric, Winger-Arthur, Ghost-Lewis, angst, descriptions of violence)

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13

>>>>>>Link to Ao3 version here

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

>>‘MSA/Animorphs AU’ : Mystery Skulls except, instead of supernatural stuff, there’s science fiction and alien, mind-controlling slugs. (Crossover/Canon blending, Vivi centric, character death, mind control, descriptions of violence)

Plot ideas, 1, 2

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

>> MSA: Shapeshifter/Werewolf AU: Werewolf-Arthur but Vivi and Lewis are shapeshifters. They all go out on the full moon Harry Potter style. Set pre-canon.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

>>MSA: A (sort of) Necromancy AU: Arthur remembers the cave. He wants Lewis back and is desperate enough to try anything

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

>>‘The Dead Beat Arthur AU’ + accompanied worldbuilding

Dead Beats and Lewis: Lewis wakes up dead and alone. Until he’s not.

The Dead Beat-Arthur Thing: Lewis is confused and angry. Arthur has a not so great time. (angst, character death, descriptions of violence)

More Dead Beat-ARthur Stuff: Sort of follows on from the Dead-Beat Arthur thing (but can be read separately). Part 1, Part 2 sort of

MSA: Ancient-warrior Vivi dabble: Arthur’s dead. Vivi’s angry and the new owner of an ancient monster-slaying sword. (angst, character death)

>>>>>>>>>>>Random MSA posts/gifts/drabbles/ficlets >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

MSA/Hero Academia thoughts

MSA: Arthur Dies drabble

In which creepy Lewis is creepy: Fic dabble thing, inspired by art from flashlight-horns and eagefrienart (go check out their art blogs they’re amaz XD)

More Vithur content: Vithur dabble thing, inspired by art from arthurtristankingsmen, and lauritanaomystery (thanks for inspiration).

MSA: For want of a box: Vivi and Lewis fluff. Arthur’s there as well. Based on this post.

MSA: EVERYONE LIVES!!: A gift fic for nebulous-rain. It’s Mystery Skulls but there’s no limb removal, character death or amnesia. Because these kids deserve a happy ending occasionally. (Lewvithur)

MSA: ‘Too Late’ fanfic edition: A gift fic for loveallthing. Things don’t work out too well for anyone (Hellbent AU).

MSA: Hellbent aftermath ficlet: Hellbent AU. Set directly after the video. Vivi and Arthur are injured. (blood and injury). Based on this post.

Lewis and Lance headcanon fic: A ficlet based on a headcanon from kirbychan234 and written in collaboration with flash-the-geist (angsty and super fun to write).

Mystery meets Galahad: Drabble inspired by posts from nemesis-is-my-middle-name and doodletrashcan (thank you!!)

MSA: Mystery Seal/Anchor theory ficlet thing: Read this analysis/observation thing from arthurtristankingsmen and then wrote it into a ficlet. Mystery has several seals holding back his full power which break when he experiences strong emotional states.

MSA: Curse-Verse. Everyone in the world is born with a Curse. Curse-AU world-building thing: Based of this post by writing-prompt-s Part 1 Part 2

Dad-Mystery AU plot idea summary

Arthur and shiromor should be friends : discussion courtesy of nemesis-is-my-middle-name and eagefrien.

MSA: Mushi sealed in Vivi ficlet: based on answrs ‘s "shit's fucked AU' : Mushi is sealed in Vivi and wakes up when ??? tries to process her.

Whumptober2019 Prompts arranged according to plotlines:

Shaky Hands AU: Those who desire revenge should dig two graves. (hellbent au) (PART 1) (PART 2) (PART 3)

Explosion AU: A year after Lewis returns the gang investigate a strange house. (PART 1), (PART 2) (PART 3), (PART 4)

Gunpoint AU: Arthur gets in trouble while on a case with Vivi (set before Ghost). (PART 1) (PART 2) (PART 3) (PART 4) (PART 5) (PART 6 wip)

Stitches Oneshot: Arthur is injured and Lewis wishes he could do more. (Set some point after Hellbent) (LINK HERE)

Isolation Oneshot: Lewis waits. (set before Ghost). (LINK HERE)

#fanfiction #fanfic #MSA #mystery skulls animated #fanfiction masterpost #mystery skulls au #mystery skulls crossover #mystery skulls #all my msa original stuff

200 notes · View notes

eveninglottie · 5 years

Text

after the war

For KB, who requested something about Animorphs, knowing that I have little to no knowledge of it, having maybe read one of the books and only seen an episode or two of show. I did like this post, though, so this is what I wrote about. I tried to read a bit of the wikipedia to try to base this in something relevant but uhhhhh there was a lot in there that looked like you needed prior knowledge or context. So! Here is this ficlet about war and child soldiers and killing your friends? I hope this is at least a little enjoyable, dear, and thank again for helping me out <3

In all the ways that count, children make the best soldiers.

Children understand only black and white morality. They see an enemy and they accept it for what it is; a threat. Something that puts their lives, their friends’ lives, their parents’ lives, in danger.

And if you give a child enough power to fight back, to kill the thing in the dark that scares them? Of course they’ll use it. Because there’s no reason not to.

Soldiers don’t have time for questions of ‘should’ and ‘after,’ they don’t have time to wonder if the monster they’re killing once saved someone else, or if that monster has friends, has parents.

Growing up means losing that innocent desire for justice and retribution, for wrong and right. It gets twisted, wrapped up in ideas of who you’re supposed to be and what your actions mean.

There is no ‘after’ when you’re a kid. There’s now. There’s nothing else.

And in all the ways that count, soldiers don’t exist outside of one moment of time. A decision. An act. It’s the choice that makes you a soldier, the choice in one fraction of a second to kill someone else to save something you care about.

Jake spent so long living in that infinitesimal space of choice, of action, he doesn’t understand time anymore.

Standing on the cliff, staring at the bag that holds what used to be Rachel, he doesn’t understand how he got here.

He made the call. He told her to attack. Rachel followed the order. She got a soldier’s death.

In all the ways that count, Jake wonders if she didn’t get dealt the better hand.

The thought comes like a knife in the ribs, and his lips twitch. A rictus grin. A grimace of pain.

He doesn’t know when it happened, but at some point he turned into an asshole.

The private ceremony is short, simple. It fits Rachel, he thinks. Or maybe it doesn’t. Maybe she would have liked her hero’s farewell better, fanfare and trumpets and speeches. Maybe she would have liked the statue or hated it. He can’t decide. He told her to do what she had to do to win, to kill herself for the cause, and he doesn’t even know how she’d want to be remembered.

It seems like something he should have asked before. Not like death hadn’t formed the bedrock of his life for the past three years.

They should have talked about this.

He wants to reach out for Cassie’s hand. He wants to hold something before he cracks, before he throws himself off the cliff and into the ocean. It’s not that he wants to die, he just can’t fathom this stretch of time that doesn’t have an end. The ceremony is too short. If it were longer, maybe he’d have time to figure it out.

His hand moves. There’s nothing there.

Cassie shifted at some point, just far enough to form a solid barrier of air between them. He can feel the grief rolling off her in waves, like the tears are rain lashing against his own guilt and fear.

Jake can’t remember when she shifted. He can’t remember how he got here. He can’t remember…

Someone says his name and he looks up. Rachel’s mom is gone. It’s just the five of them. Five kids standing on a cliff, their dead friend reduced to ash and kept in a bag.

A bag. It’s a fucking ziploc bag.

“You still with us, bud?” Marco asks, his grin dying once Jake meets his eyes.

“Yeah.” His voice doesn’t sound right. It’s too deep. It’s not a child’s voice. He’s sixteen, but he feels too young and far too old. His mind split between the past and the future, untethered from the present moment quickly tumbling out of his hands. “Yeah. I’m good,” he tries again, clearing his throat.

His voice still sounds wrong.

Tobias is staring at him, rage and pain and loss shrieking out at him like the hawk he’d never really stopped being.

In a moment of insight that was three years in the making, he understands why Tobias never morphed back long enough to be human again.

“Where are you going to—” Cassie stumbles over her words, voice getting lost in the soft winds blowing strands of her hair. Her face is tracked with tears. “Where are you going to take her?”

Tobias blinks, turns his head. His expression softens when it moves away from Jake. “Down the coast. Past Big Sur.”

Ax tilts his head in a question.

Tobias shrugs. “She said she wanted to learn how to surf.”

A noise breaks past Cassie’s lips. Ax pats her softly on the back.

Jake doesn’t move. His eyes get caught on a piece of rock in the ocean, a single black spur surrounded by white, foaming waves. He can’t look away.

He has to stay still, to stay frozen. If he moves, he’s going to lose it.

Silence closes in on all of them as Cassie’s sobs grow quiet. There’s just the crashing of the water, the sound of cars on a highway back near the place they parked. The distant call of a gull sweeping across the clear sky.

“It was a nice ceremony,” Marco says after what might be an hour or a second. “Really nice. I liked—”

“I’m gonna go before I miss the sunset,” Tobias says, sharp, severe. Takes a step back.

“Wait,” Cassie jerks forward, holding out her hands in a plea,” I need to… Can I just—hold her for a second?”

Tobias swallows thickly as he offers the bag. Cassie takes it, handles it like a priceless jewel, like a faberge egg. Like a baby bird who can’t yet fly.

She whispers something Jake can’t hear, closes her eyes, and nods at Tobias. “Thanks.”

Tobias doesn’t look at him before he morphs. He jumps into the air and the hawk circles once over them all. He lights gently on Cassie’s arm. Gives her a soft peck on her cheek, and takes the bag in his beak.

They all watch him fly off over the coast. Jake can’t see the moment he lets Rachel go. He can’t feel it. He doesn’t know.

He should know, shouldn’t he? Shouldn’t all of this felt more…

“Come on,” Marco murmurs, stepping back down to the path that leads to their cars.

Ax follows.

Jake doesn’t move.

“Naomi offered to drive me home.”

He doesn’t turn to look at Cassie where she lingers.

“I’m going with her.”

He nods.

“Let me know when you…” Cassie trails off, her voice broken. “Don’t stay out here too long.”

The silence steps up beside him as he keeps his eye on the disappearing outline of Tobias and Rachel. The ocean rolls on into infinity, his friends and family and life stand waiting behind him. He’s at the point again, the moment of decision, of choice. Forward. Backward. Future. Past.

His present is rapidly fading to nothing, and he’ll get swallowed if he doesn’t do something. He feels it in his bones, in this body that doesn’t know what the fuck it is anymore, in the mind that decided to kill one of his closest friends, in that liminal space between soldier and monster.

The sun sets. The ocean rolls.

He waits, and wonders if he can wait long enough for someone else to decide for him.

#in which the author tries to write about characters she knows nothing about #but I do know something about crippling self-loathing and anxiety #so.#THANK YOU AGAIN YOU'RE LOVELY I HOPE YOU SEE THIS I DON'T WANT TO USE YOUR REAL NAME JUST IN CASE #charlie writes

1 note · View note

thejakeformerlyknownasprince · 6 months

Note

Twice his gaze darts toward that skull, too round, sans muzzle.

Help I don't get what this meant. Is the skeleton actually not a cat's?

There aren't many mammals with round skulls :) and no muzzles :) but there is one :)

The AU in question.

#animorphs #animorphs ficlet #animorphs au #implied discussion of infanticide #seriously tho i know i went hard on the horror part of horror-comedy in that haunted house au #it is the classic trope: most american ghosts are women in white dresses (I've seen one myself)#and most lore on women in white says they're trapped on earth because they murdered their own children

86 notes · View notes

gonewiddershins · 6 years

Photo

Here is your card for Bad Things Happen Bingo. Happy writing!

Guess what guys I’m trying to write fanfic again and I figured I’d start with the series I keep boomeranging back to like a homing pigeon. Hopefully, among other things, this will help me stop mixing my metaphors.

I’m planning to write animorphs ficlets/drabbles for the prompts, preferably outsider PoVs because that’s fun~

//rubs hands together

LET US SEE HOW FAR THIS WILL GO~

#animorphs #bad things happen bingo #submission

8 notes · View notes

bengesko · 6 years

Text

To show my gratitude, the first five requests or prompts will get a ficlet written this weekend!

Prefer star wars, mass effect, dragon age, animorphs, world of warcraft.

3 notes · View notes

qvincvnx · 7 years

Text

mecholah replied to your post: i wanna try writing something for a bigger fandom...

What are your HP rare pairs?

oh boy okay. uh. its mostly shit poly ships because thats how I As An Individual Roll. LONG, i put this under a cut

in GENERAL i want canon-gen pairings to be a little more Upsetting or at the very least genuinely played straight for drama than canon because animorphs spoiled me and everyone here should have ptsd by second year at the LATEST and while i love hjp i would like More exploration of that, as, a ptsd.

nextgen ships should be very lighthearted over a solid core of generational trauma.

marauder-era fic should be either HEART-SHATTERINGLY filled with dramatic irony OR completely, radically au (generally still Upsetting because This Isn’t A Coffeeshop Au Brenda) but on a political level rather than a, war gore and violence level.

i have a fair amount of feelings about the draco-luna-ginny-neville-harry Constellation and i’ll ship anything from in there i guess. assuming it’s given real weight and consideration and isn’t Exessively Heterosexist.

dracy/luna/harry, draco/ginny/harry, neville/harry, neville/harry/ginny, neville/ginny/luna,

like i’ve never read & enjoyed draco/ginny fic bc its like... bad. but i sometimes like the version of it that exists in my head, where they’re on opposite sites of a political issue, and a moral one, but at the same time theyre both purebloods and they have more in common than they don’t - there’s a reason the weasleys have been pureblooded for so long even despte arthur weasley’s muggle fascination; they’re not bad people, but they do have values (i think they to a certain extent struggle with ‘well there’s nothing wrong with muggleborns but you wouldn’t want your kid marrying one’ stuff; they’ve got a muggle/squib family member and Completely shut him out).

the weasleys are good people but they’re purebloods. and both of them have - you know, connections 2 voldemort that they wish they didn’t have. and also they’re both obsessed with harry potter. you know how it goes. ginny stole draco’s impersonations and made em a little less mean and made friends with harry and there you go. i am interested in a ginny who’s a little less nice, and a draco who’s a little less drawling bad boy. this isn’t necessarily something i’d WRITE but i Would Read It if it existed! tell me about uncomfortable pureblood hypocrisies and people for whom the political is personal but maybe on a house level; she’s a pureblood gryffindor so of course she’s on this side of the issue and he’s on the other. i’m interested in wizarding society being nasty!

neville/harry feels obvious to me as does neville/ginny & neville/ginny/harry. nevlle’s harry’s shadow, hs also-ran; he’s also the one who’s Around for ginny during the war while harry put her aside.

ginny/voldemort. is that a rarepair? do we not talk about it? i feel like every fic writer back in the day had at least the ONE angsty ginny/tom fic.

hermione/krum. krum/ron, krum/ron/hermione, i wrote a ficlet about that one.

hermione/the weasley twins but only under circumstances where the twins are horrible bullies and hermione is her coldest most terrifying self. hermione/fleur, honestly.

anthony goldstein/there being any other jews at hogwarts. sometimes hermione sometimes harry, because they are both jewish OBVIOUSLY.

cedric/harry (!!!!), cedric/krum/fleur(/harry). accidental goblet-related magical bonds. Come On.

i wrote large chunks of a harry/hermione bodyswap gender issues time travel fic that Came To Me In A Dream once; i haven’t genuinely shipped that in like over a decade but honestly i’ll ship almost anything given sufficiently au circumstances and i do feel like this qualified.

sirius/james, sirius/lily/james are big ones. sometimes remus/sirius/tonks when i’m interested in Deeply Tragic but broadly speaking i am not really into remus/sirius barring the occasional, genuinely excellent fic. i genuinely kind of enjoy remus/tonks as a fucked up wartime wedding. uh, remus/lily, faintly.

occasionally in sufficiently au circumstances (i.e. voldemort was never a thing; he was never a death eater) i’m able to ship sn*pe with people (not ever lily).

nextgen i’m into literally anything but albus/scorpius. sorry. but literally anything would be preferable.

also unrelatedly FUCK all the people who make tonks or teddy genderfluid just because they can shapeshift for some reason it’s a fucking RAVENING berserk button for me.

#mecholah #bad post op!!!#hp #alf.txt

11 notes · View notes