#i have a canon divergent fic i need to write about this btw.
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shadowhunters rewatch 2023:
2.01 vs 3.10
#shadowhuntersedit#shedit#claryfrayedit#simonlewisedit#clary fray#simon lewis#shadowhunters rewatch 2023#* mine#gifs#shshhs i actually have a lot of emotions about alec trusting clary (and simon) with his stele#major personal headcanon that steles are very personal and you don't share them unless you really trust the person#oh i should tag alec too#alec lightwood#there's another comparison there between 2.04 where alec drew a rune for clary#vs now where he just full gives her his stele dhshsh#i have a canon divergent fic i need to write about this btw.#because clary fully still has alec's stele when she disappears#shadowhunters parallels#simon and clary#fraywood brotp
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As I post about rereading SVSSS for lore and characterization, and about sometimes ignoring canonical details for the sake of whatever story I want to tell / explore in fanfiction for fun, I want to make it clear that I don't make these changes because I think it makes a "better story" or that I can write a "better story". I don't even like using the term "fix-it" for my canon divergence AUs that avert some in-universe tragedy, even if it is the "correct" fandom term in some cases, because I don't think that SVSSS is a story that needs to be "fixed".
(Honestly, a lot of my minor alterations to canon's details are because I can't remember what exactly canon is and can't always be bothered to hunt for one sentence (which I may or may not remember existing at all) across multiple volumes, especially when I don't always think strict faithfulness to canon is that crucial to the main concept of what I'm doing. I wrote PINTWILF and several other fics before the official English translations were fully released, when checking minor details was an even greater pain in the ass. Sometimes, I'm cooking without the recipe in front of me because I just want to eat.)
Like, I have criticisms of SVSSS, definitely. When I first started writing SVSSS fic, I was more frank about this (fond but less fond of the characters and world than I am now), and I've talked about things I wished the story expanded on more. I think it has flaws. I know those flaws are a dealbreaker for many people. But it's not my story. I can't tell MXTX's story better, because I believe that every author's story belongs to them and only they know what they're trying to achieve, even when I may personally think that the story might have been stronger if it had done something differently or I'm ignoring some minor detail specifically because I don't really like it.
It's awkward, sometimes, occasionally being told by someone that they enjoyed my fic more than the original story. It's very flattering (I can't pretend I don't have an ego) and I don't think anyone means any harm by this, people enjoy stories or don't for many different reasons (enjoyment is not necessarily an indication of quality and I think engaging with fandom can often be more fun than just reading a story on its own by yourself), but it is a little awkward, especially when SVSSS is not an English / western story. I have an advantage appealing to western readers. Reading a translation of the original story, I know there are details of SVSSS going over my heard, references I'm missing, nuances I don't recognize, even as I endeavor to keep learning. I personally enjoy some of my fics more than SVSSS itself because I associate them with good experiences and a lot of them appeal to me personally in some way or another (all of my favorite tropes! we all have favorite tropes!), but they are built on the back of someone else's original work on the other side of the world, and I want to be respectful of that.
I don't want to compete or fix. I'm not trying to compete or fix, I think I would fuck it up if anyone seriously set that task on me, and I don't think that's a good way to view anything. I want to explore and appreciate. I'll type up a lengthy post at some point as to why I'm generally not interested in concrit on my fics (honestly, mostly it's because I'm not interested in being told that a reader hates the present tense and wishes I would rewrite the entire story, which has happened to me before), but I hope that doesn't come off as disinterest in the original story or its cultural context, or as me thinking even a little bit that any of my stories are flawless and/or better than the original.
I want to make a "why would you put two bad bitches (compliment) against each other like this?" joke here, but I also want to be clear: I think MXTX is by far the badder bitch (compliment) in this situation.
(Turning off reblogs, btw, because this post skews more on the personal side.)
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𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓… ☽
geto vers | baji vers
synopsis: when your husband and best friend are targeted by a hitman, the aftermath leaves you in shock. but suguru has always instilled one line into you: forever has no meaning unless you're in it.
warnings: gn!reader, vampire!suguru, vampire!choso, vampire!satoru, hitman!toji, character death ( + resurrection), depictions of blood and violence, almost blind devotion, a bit angsty but also fluffy.. but also not really? idk what to tag this as LOL, canon divergent (gojo n geto are attacked much later in life), you have no clue they’re sorcerers 👍, swearing, sfw, if choso is ooc im so sorry idk barely anything about/cldnt get a read on his character from one episode djknj
ft + wc: vampire!suguru x reader, 3.2k
tags: @enchantedforest-network, @em1e (u guys should totally read em's necromancy fic btw)
a/n: hi! idk wtf this is, this is just how i deal with chara death i think? this idea came to me when i realized i was writing two fics about dealing with grief (baji fans are u here ?) and wrote nearly 2k for both in one sitting haha. anyways, i feel like atp i'm edda from ffxiv coded except suguru is 1000x better than avere. if you'd like to listen to her theme, it's here. thank u to wallaby for proofreading!
there is something about the morning light, filtered through the white blinds that you’ve forgotten so many times to replace, that feels just like a hug. it’s this light that kisses your eyelids and pulls you out of bed faster than your mother on a school morning.
you’ll yawn, then stretch, pulling your arms up and over your head arching your back as you do. then you’ll get up, set up a pot of coffee before heading off to brush your teeth and wash your face. and you’ll pretend that you don’t see the eyes, red and shimmering, from the shadows in your closet.
“go to bed suguru,” you sigh, before lightly pressing onto your puncture marks, hissing when they’re still tender. “it’s morning.”
“i could fix that… if you’d let me.” he responds, the hinges of your door creaking ever so slightly before you gasp and rush to close them before the light bleeds in.
“don’t!” you snap, hand trembling, “don’t… you dare.”
you crouch down, before slotting your pinky into the smallest slit you can with the door still providing adequate coverage. before long, his cold finger entangles with yours and you smile.
“by the way babe, when are we moving?” he jokes and when your eyes finally adjust to the dark, you can see him stretch his limbs, hands entangling with your hanging clothing. “it’s pretty cramped in here not gonna lie.”
“well… i put in that application a few weeks ago and they did get back to me… so soon. we just need to go through the final steps.” you reply, fighting the urge to crawl into that small space with him and sleep the day off.
when it comes to suguru, you’d do anything and everything, from the hairs on your head to the tips of your toes, you pledged yourself to him fully.
“gonna go to work?” he asks and you nod, albeit with a pout. he snickers when he sees your expression, “aw, don’t cry. i’ll be right here.”
you bite your lip, trying your best not to draw blood because you know. you know that suguru will always be right there, whenever you need him.
you made sure of it.
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his name was choso. you remember the night you met him after a round of drinks at the bar. he was nice, if not a bit quiet, and loved to talk about his siblings. suguru and satoru talked aimlessly with shoko while you made new friends. it was a fun little past time.
you don’t remember how you left the bar or how he even convinced you to follow him out. your mind muggy as you followed him, like a moth to a flame, down a back alley before you finally snapped to your senses and shoved him off before he could make a move. it wasn’t until you saw the razor sharp pearly whites of his teeth that you stopped.
you asked him what he was, but he simply shrugged, asking, “have you ever dreamt about being saved from someone or something?”
you nodded, of course you did. everyone has.
“then that’s me. something you can dream about.”
it was a cryptic message, but a message you got nonetheless. choso was not of the day, flourishing under the midnight sky. but for some reason, he wasn’t necessarily scary. in the small amount of time you had spent, he seemed to listen to you and your woes. gotten to know a little bit of your family history, and perhaps decided you would do better with his.
you remember hearing suguru’s panic laced voice calling out for you and you spun around to call back out. turning back, choso was gone. with a hand placed on your shoulder you were pulled into a tight embrace.
“where were you?” suguru asks, nearly crushing you in the heat of his body, “almost lost my mind trying to find you.” he glances behind you, eyes scanning the alleyway in search of something or someone.
“honestly… i don’t even know how i got out here,” you mumbled into his shoulder, hands trailing the familiar sensation of his clothing. “can we go home?”
“yeah, i’ll just let gojo-“
“no!” you exclaimed, the uneasiness in your stomach now palpable, as you balled your fists into the fabric of his shirt, “let’s go now, please.”
he blinks, before nodding, “okay, yeah, okay. let’s go home.” he presses a kiss to your forehead, almost like a seal of protection, before he’s throwing his arm around you and walking you home.
you don’t ever recall meeting toji fushiguro. it was just another night out underneath flickering street lights, outside the same bar where you met choso, the street familiar yet empty. your husband smoked into the evening air, the scent wafting over and tickling your nose.
“no offense, satoru, but i didn’t listen to a single thing you just said.” he stated, lips curled up into a smirk with the cigarette dangling between his fingers.
“good,” satoru snorts, before glancing at you, “i wasn’t asking for their opinion anyway.”
you feign ignorance, perking up and asking, “hm? what were we talking about?”
“man the two of you are so fucking annoying.” he whines, head hung back as you both laugh.
“care for a third opinion?” a voice asks and you gasp, jumping back.
the man was tall, handsome, with dark hair and a scar on his lip, wearing a simple outfit of a tee and sweatpants. he seemed otherworldly as well, just like choso. maybe, it was the aura he exuded, more like the lack of, but it set your hairs up on end.
suguru was quick to pull you behind him as your fingers instantly grabbed onto his shirt.
“don’t really care for a stranger’s opinion,” satoru drawls, glancing over the tips of his sunglasses. but you can read his body easily, a culmination of friendship over the years. it was screaming: danger.
“c’mon, don’t be like that. why don’t we introduce ourselves then? i’m toji.” he said, sticking his hand out for a handshake. but neither satoru nor suguru moved to grab it, instead they tensed, waiting.
“suguru.” satoru whispered, a command with only one word. he understood exactly what it meant. you don’t remember suguru being able to run so fast, the force from his pull almost knocking the air out of you. nor do you remember satoru being able to fight so efficiently.
you do remember suguru hiding you away and making you wait, even when you tried to hold onto him, he assured you it’d be fine and made you wait. but seconds ticked into minutes, long, monotonous minutes that made the pit of uneasiness in your stomach bloom into a festering bouquet of chrysanthemums.
“suguru?” you called, stepping out into the dreary moonlight. no response.
“satoru?” you tried again, quietly walking back towards the area they were in originally. it’s strange how quickly the night changes, how suddenly the flickering street lights aren’t an annoyance but one of your only sources of comfort, as if the dark can swallow you.
“suguru,” you call out again, voice teetering on a breakdown and eyes scanning the desolate street. “please res-“
you stop suddenly, the sickening squelch of something warm pooling beneath your feet halts you. you feel sick as you start to take in shallow breaths, eyes following the stream of ichor until it reaches its source.
suguru.
you remember dragging his lifeless body down that familiar back alley. knowing that anyone would be able to see that trail of blood and find you. the darkness of that alley covered you, looming over you like a guardian, while the scent of trash almost, almost, covered the sharp tinge of iron that permeated the air.
you propped suguru up against the wall as best you could, your body still thrumming with adrenaline. “just gimme a sec, okay?” you mumbled through tears, knowing that he couldn’t hear you. “i’ll figure it out, just like you always do.”
you’re not sure why you were compelled to scream out that name, but maybe it was because in your dreams, he appeared when you least expected him too.
“choso!” you screamed, waiting for a brief moment before you filled your lungs with air once more and tried again. “choso!”
nothing.
choso!
still nothing.
and when nothingness almost consumed you, taking you into it’s ghostly clutches, you felt it: the sudden heaviness in the air.
you feel like you screamed for hours, the name tumbling off your tongue and into the moonlit air like a siren song. just a little less pretty. in reality, it was probably only a few minutes before the brunette arrived, dark rimmed eyes and all. your new guardian “angel”.
“he looks pretty bad if you ask me.” he started, already crouching down to your level, before reaching up to brush the red coated strands away from suguru’s face. “looks pretty dead.”
“fix it.” you whispered, continuing even after choso shot you a look. “fucking fix him.”
“what makes you think i can do that?”
and in that moment, you feel compelled to tell him about the dreams that you’ve been having lately. the ones where he’s in them, beckoning you to stay under his protection. call for me and i’ll be there.
but you keep it simple, too pressed for time. “you’re in my dreams, right?” you answer.
he’s quiet, face softening as he mulls over your words. “good to know.” his eyes wander over to the crimson trail, that bleeds from the streetlamps to your waiting spot. “he’ll probably find you.”
“toji?” you ask and he nods, “i don’t even know why he’s after us.”
“he’s not after you, he’s after him.” he says, cupping suguru’s face, dribbles of blood falling from his mouth, and you twitch, almost reaching out to snatch his hand away, “he’s never liked sorcerers.”
“sorcery…?” you mumble, glancing once more at your lifeless husband.
but you’ve never heard that word, believing that magic cannot exist, that what you saw could not be explained so easily. there is no magic, only reality, and what is this but such painful, excruciating reality that sucks the air from your lungs and the color from your eyes.
choso dodges the question, “well then. let’s get out of here.” before he places a palm on the back of your neck, sending you back off to dream.
there’s a voice that pulls him out of the light. low and drumming, it snaps him back into the present and out of his stupor. he sits up, scrambling to make sense of just where he is and who is talking to him. the bed he’s in is similar to a hospital bed, although the white sheets are now stained red.
“… stay out of the sunlight, feed only when you’re hungry, animal blood counts, it just doesn’t taste that good,” choso continues listing things off, not taking into the account the shock etched so firmly into suguru’s face. “you can feed on them and if they ever wanna turn, let me know, i’ll teach you how to do it.”
suguru whips his head around, spotting you sitting in a chair with blood covered and bruised knees, the sweat and tears now dried on your face. you glance up at him, giving a little wave and a tired smile. he notes the dried blood that seems to be caked even under your fingers.
“what the fuck did you do to them?”
“you mean, what did i do to you?” the brunette retorts. “you wanted to stay together, right? now you can.” he answers, crossing his arms and leaning back against his desk. but suguru’s not sure if he’s asking him or you, the one who smells so much sharper and sweeter than he remembers. you also smell of blood. so much blood that he can hear it coursing through you with each thump of your heartbeat.
and like a moth to a flame, you stand on wobbly knees, the pads of your feet hitting the floor in sluggish steps as you pad over and throw yourself onto your lover.
“don’t be mad at me,” you whisper, your eyelids fluttering as you try to fight back your tears. “i thought i could figure things out like you always do… because i always rely on you, right? i was too scared to be alone.”
he’s so cold now and you’re so unbearably warm, the perfect juxtaposition of your souls. although he doesn’t need to, he takes a deep breath, before pulling you into his embrace.
“you’re cold, sugu.” you mumble, yet you press harder, deeper into his embrace.
“is that a turn off?” he jokes because he can’t be mad at you, not now and not ever. and any fragments of anger always dissipate like a puff of smoke. you giggle, before finally giving in and crying, digging your nails into his stiff skin. you cry until you can’t anymore, going limp and falling asleep in his arms.
suguru’s gaze shifts upwards, as he holds you protectively, one arm wrapped firmly around your lower back, the other on the back of your head, fingers laced in your hair.
“so, no introductions?” he asks, trying to be friendly, although the intonation in his voice betrays him. it’s first time meeting such a strange man, who can blame him?
certainly not choso, who responds in turn, “my bad. you can call me choso. i fixed you up on their behalf.”
“and satoru?” he asks, scanning the room to see if he can find the familiar white tufts of hair.
“is fine,” choso replies, before jutting a finger out towards you, “they made sure to cover all the bases.”
suguru shifts you in his hold, pressing a kiss to your forehead, that familiar seal of protection once again placed within your being. but also, as thanks for trying to keep everyone safe.
“then, where is he?” he asks while the other sighs and points over to another bed in the corner. dark eyes follow and the familiar tufts of silver hair peek immediately confirm it’s satoru.
“he’s gonna wake up soon too. i’ll fill him in on the details.” before suguru can reply he’s cut off, “you should go soon, before the sun rises.”
“am i actually a vampire?”
“vampire, dracula, nosferatu, the undead. you can choose whatever you want.”
“… i see.” he pauses, glancing back at satoru’s sleeping form before deciding he’ll be fine on his own. “we’ll be going then. …thanks.”
he places his feet on the floor, still wearing his shoes from earlier and starts to walk off, cradling you in his arms.
“when you feed, geto, don’t overdo it. or they will die.”
he stops mid-step, gripping you tighter in his embrace, his brow furrowed, before finally walking off.
you really should’ve taken a photo for satoru of the realtor’s perplexed expression when only you showed up to a three bedroom home, insistent on your need for space.
when you do get that house, situated so nicely in the countryside, away from the buzz of the city, you think about what life would be like if you changed. if you no longer saw the sunlight. but you shake your head, pressing your fingers up to your neck once more, rubbing over the now scabbing indentations.
you know suguru can’t feast on you forever as your body ages and his does not. but the thought of him feeding on someone else makes your stomach turn.
“woow,” satoru hums, breaking you out of your trance as he takes in the new home, “not bad! not bad at all.”
you smile, “thanks, satoru. i wanted to make sure you had your own space too.”
“whats the third room for?” he asks, peeking his head in as he saunters around the new home.
“office space.” you reply, “remember i work from home?”
he nods, replying, “ooh, makes sense,” before he’s suddenly in front of you. his once crystalline blue eyes, now a deep crimson. “can i get a quick snack? i’m hungry.”
“always so insatiable, satoru.” you tsk, rolling your eyes, but hold up your wrist anyway.
“not my fault you just so happen to be the best tasting human around.” he says, smiling against the thin skin of your wrist.
luckily for you, he’s fast, the pain is almost nonexistent beyond the prick of his fangs but you still shut your eyes, waiting for it to be over. and when it’s over, gojo thanks you for the meal with a large bow before leaving to settle in his room.
it’s so different from suguru who plans out the days that he’ll feed, keeping you in his clutches for what seems like hours as he sips away at your blood, making sure to maximize the experience.
the blood loss always makes you so dizzy, dizzy and pliant. he likes to watch over you afterwards, splayed against the sheets, fingertips running over your veins as if he’s painting over them in hues of ice.
in your half-conscious state you never notice the furrow of his brow as he contemplates turning you every single time. you won’t last forever, too fragile, too soft, too alive. and suguru believes that forever only exists if you are in it as well. he asks you one night, while the house is almost too still, if you’d stay with him forever.
“… of course…” you murmur, head dazed and body heavy, “always, sugu.”
“even if you lose yourself?”
“i can’t… lose myself if i’m with you.” you smile contently, reaching out to him with one shaky hand.
“then how would you feel…” he asks, fingertips snaking up the veins of your neck, “if i turned you?” you shiver under his touch, eyelids fluttering not only at the sensation but also the low timbre of his voice.
“turn me?” you mumble, pressing your hand against his, encouraging him to continue carressing your skin, “like… choso did with you?”
he grins, albeit a small one and nods. hand now exploring the curves of your face, “just like that.” and while his hand is ice cold, it sears your skin with his touch, a testament to how deeply you’ve fallen.
you pout, finally relaying your fears, “won’t you feed on others though?”
“you want me to starve?” he jokes, still running his touch over you.
“let’s go vegan.” you hum, your consciousness starting to drift until the thrum of his fingers.
with your eyes closed you don’t catch the expression on his face, but you catch his laugh, drifting down into your ear. “i don’t know if that’s how it works, honey.”
“animals...” you mumble, breaths becoming deeper with each passing second. “like humans… but diet… is how choso… explained it right?”
he smiles, letting you fall deep into sleep. he keeps his hand intertwined with yours, knowing that even in dreams you hold onto him as if you were awake. he thinks you look so beautiful in the moonlight, better even than the moon or the stars themselves.
and he is so sure, that forever cannot exist, if you’re not in it.
#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#geto suguru x reader#geto suguru x you#geto x reader#geto x you#suguru geto x reader#suguru x reader#pibby writing
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HAPPY OFMD BIG BANG ANNIVERSARY TO MY FIC!
Last year, I signed up for @ofmdbigbang and wrote a 60K Lovecraftian AU. @tealtumbleweed has a masterpost for their art, btw, it's great.
We got the 30th of September 2022 as a posting date, making today the one-year anniversary!
Title: Luctor et Emergo: The Call of Edthulhu (I added 'the' to Call of Edthulhu later on to make it fit better with The Vacation of Edthulhu)
Pairings: Stede/Edthulhu, background Lucius/Pete, background Jim/Oluwande
Summary: Stede pulled a face at that. “Hm, well, I don’t want to do any human sacrifices.”
“Kinda rule number one of being in a cult,” Pete scoffed.
“Ah! Not in this cult!” Stede beamed at him and looked around expectantly. “Remember? What’s our number one rule?”
Roach raised his hand. “Don’t sacrifice my chicken.”
“Not quite number one, but still high up,” Stede replied. “Swede?”
“Stick to the chore schedule?”
“Definitely in the top ten.” There were no more hands, and he sighed. “Come on! If we want to get a good result, we talk about it…”
“As a cult,” the others chorused, some more reluctant than others.
AKA the Lovecraftian AU no one asked for!
In which High Priest Stede struggles with nosy Badmintons, his cultists and the Spanish Inquisition. Meeting Edthulhu makes everything better. Now Stede just has to help the eldritch deity emerge fully into this world. It'll be fine! Probably!
And also, obviously there is tentacle sex ;)
Read on if you want a bit more background/knowledge humankind was not meant to know ooooh AKA slight spoilers for my fic
My initial big bang idea was a canon divergence for ep 8, where Stede and Oluwande would bond over being left behind and the crew would drag them on a terrible pubcrawl to cheer them up. They'd run into Ed and Jim, and obviously there'd be shenanigans. It's still in my WIPs somewhere.
But I got involved in a discussion about Stede as a Lovecraftian cultist to eldritch Ed, and I've played a lot of Call of Cthulhu, a TTRPG. So I thought, oh, maybe Stede and his crew as terrible investigators going after Edthulhu's cult led by High Priest Izzy!
But then I realised that no, the original idea was right. Stede and his crew as terrible cultists vs High Priest Izzy who is very dedicated to Edthulhu.
Outlining and plotting involved going over s1 to see which bits I wanted to take, and how to set them up properly so they'd still work.
I still wanted Stede to have similar character beats to canon, so he gets some growing confidence after besting Izzy before meeting Edthulhu, then grows overconfident when making deals at Spanish Jackie'z and requires Edthulhu to rescue him. Figuring out WTF to do with the hostage plotpoint was fun :p.
Also, spoilers, the Spanish Inquisition turns up (NOBODY EXPECTS THEM!!). But I actually kind of forgot about them while outlining. I thought, okay, I need the deal at Jackie'z to go badly. I need a group of people who can attack cultists, so there's some witchhunting/religious persecuting going on, and I'd like them to be Spanish to go with canon.
So I googled something like 'Spanish witchhunt' and my first result was Spanish Inquisition and I felt really dumb for having forgotten them.
Once Stede and Edthulhu meet, there aren't as many parallels because I had to get them to Atlantis and raise Edthulhu, but obviously Stede and Edthulhu have cute moments, Stede rescues Edthulhu, Jackstur turns up, and Mary and Doug are surprisingly okay with everything!
And then everyone gets to find happiness, including Izzy!
My main takeaway for this year's Big Bang was that I had to plan my writing better, as I was still writing close to my deadline, and that I had to aim for something shorter. And for this year, I succeeded at both those goals!
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im curious, when did you first get interested in squidbob?
Ooh, my first ask 🤗 and what a great question to start with!
It's honestly such a weird story lmao but the short version is that I didn't find SquidBob. SquidBob found me. 🧽🐙
As for the long version, answering/rambling below the cut!
I think it happened just under a year ago or so? It was definitely sometime in late 2022/early 2023. Before then, I wasn't even remotely in the fandom and was more or less part of the group who had seen SBSP but wasn't involved beyond that.
When we were younger, my sister and I played Battle for Bikini Bottom on the PS2. So when the "Rehydrated" version came out, she hit me up and was like "omg they made a remake! we have to play it!" and I was all "hell yeah! nostalgia ftw!" (def worth it - it's a good time and everyone looks so damn adorable 🥹).
If you've played that game and you're in the fandom, you're probably pretty familiar with this moment (clip actually starts at :12). 😉😂 HOWEVER, this wasn't even the moment that initially caught my attention. In fact, it was actually THIS one between Robot Plankton and Robot Spongebob (who is terrifying btw). My sister and I got to this part in the game and were just...👀👀. Like, why was Robot Plankton (who is essentially a clone of real Plankton) thinking of Robot Spongebob like that? Kinda gay if you ask me. Long story short, I shipped PlankBob (ironically) for a hot minute lmao.
I started looking online to see if anyone else was crack-shipping it up like I was and I think that's when I came across SquidBob in earnest. I had remembered seeing some rather interesting moments between them in the past, but strangely never thought anything of it until I started looking below the surface. A few YouTube clips later, my memory was beginning to refresh - and those clips weren't even close to exhaustive! I just couldn't believe how unsubtle these two were! Like, HOW COULD I BE SO BLIND!?
For shits and giggles, I then decided to check AO3 to see if there were any fics about them. One of the fics I came across was none other than NBYF - the very fic that inspired my first work in this fandom! After reading it like four times, I was HOOKED. I needed more. So, I ended up on Tumblr and have been here ever since. 🥰
For added backstory, I've been in and out of fandoms over the years, but never felt the need to be active in any of them. Whether it was fandom discourse, fleeting interest, etc., I didn't want to get involved in any of that and, oftentimes, the canon just didn't inspire me to create my own works.
Needless to say, I'm so thankful to have found this small corner of the internet. Everyone has been so cool thus far and it's been really fun to write fics for SquidBob. I've always been a bit of a sucker for the grump x sunshine ship dynamic, so this pair is just perfection. 🌧️❤️☀️✨ One of these days I'll do an entire post about why I ship them. Someday lol. And given how episodic the SBSP show is, that actually helps a ton for writing - it's great to be able to stay true to the canon while not committing to any solid timelines or anything like that. I mean, even the actual show has continuity issues, so no one can fault me if I decide to switch things up a bit. 😜 I tend to prefer canon divergence vs. AUs when it comes to fanfiction as well because I really enjoy the challenge of working with an existing world/characters and creating a unique story for it all.
So, that's my fandom origin story. Not the most cut-and-dry (and probably not what you were asking) lmao but that's essentially where it all started! I'd be interested in hearing when/how you got into SquidBob hell, if you haven't already posted about it. 😊
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hey! it’s your hopefully favorite anon again. genuinely thank you so much for responding to my asks and stuff. it’s so eloquently written and it feels like it’s actually mako’s grief in text form. that doesn’t really make sense but. reading that little cat blurb actually made me feel better. I cried. like. heavily. 😭
im glad you liked my goofy insane mentor-that-needs-a-mentor korra idea, even if you’re not going to use it. I actually had the thought while watching a video comparing korra and zuko. it’s not exactly a niche thought that ‘korra is aang’s successor and Zuko’s spiritual successor’ but then it struck me. zuko was the oldest member of the gaang (just a bit older than sokka, the former eldest) but he is still absolutely batshit reckless and insane so,,, what if i Korra’d it.
also,, triple threats,,, since I’ve already revealed that I like to fuck around with canon in every possible aspect. consider: au where bolin dies (this one came to me after seeing a video saying mako would probably… yk, himself, if Bo died) but instead of giving up or chasing whatever criminals got him/dedicating his life to helping other orphans/etc. he just. replaces zolt. and maybe he would have a zuko style redemption arc?? I’ve been listening to Brutus by The Buttress on loop too which has not been helping me escape. yk what would make the takeover even better? zolt has bolin killed to try and get a more firm grip on his chosen protégé (maybe even around the end of the events of republic city hustle) and mako finds out and just,,, absolutely bodies him. like some scraggly 15 y/o just fucking cold blood murders a crime syndicate boss and takes over and?? everyone’s like well ig he was bound to get there eventually. and there would be attempted takeovers obviously but this little fucker is like. nuh uh. you can have this as soon as I get bro back (never)
sorry I’ll stop going insane now. I think you should really listen to Brutus btw it is SO fire
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hi snailon! (i'm going to call you that. snail + anon mashed together!) you're my only anon so you're my favorite by default,,, but you'd be my favorite even if you weren't! and it's lovely to hear that my writing has helped you <33 also sorry this took a day to respond to whoops
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okay on the mentor!korra part — it is such a big brain idea that i might have to one day write an au on my au just for that alone LOL okay but korra is so zuko the same way mako is so katara!!! one day i'll talk about it i swear. the classic comparison of mako = zuko is just so Off and it bugs me haha it's really korra and it always has been. bryke is out there spreading false propaganda about their own show like wtf man
second, on the triple threats! see i was reading this and i was reminded of deerstalkerdeathfrisbee's the only thing we've ever organized is crime! (which is a BRILLIANT fic even if i don't really like wuko), except then your train of thought veered divergent so promptly that i was like. woah. woahhhh. i've always been partial for terrifying mobster boss!mako since reading this one a few years back and i wholeheartedly believe that if it weren't for bolin, mako could have very quickly devolved down a really bad path. i've seen it float around a lot of older posts, but to sum it up most succintly, mako made sure bolin survived and bolin made sure mako lived. and if bolin is gone? mako would not give two shits about trying to be a better person, and if bolin's death was of a tangible human person's doing… well. it would not end well for that person, let's say. that person being zolt would abolutely lead to mako promptly desecrating the man, and even if it wasn't a grab for power, i can totally see it proceeding to him actually becoming the teenage mob boss of the triple threats.
(ALSO STOP "this little fucker is like. nuh uh. you can have this as soon as I get bro back (never)" WHY ARE YOU SO FUNNY this is so sad i'm laughing so hard)
but really; mako is just such a guy of asinine stubborness to survive, with the single-minded goal to protect bolin. if there's no one left to protect, and if bolin didn't just succumb to the horrors of their circumstance but was rather brutally murdered as an attempt to control mako himself, that asinine stubborness to survive could very easily translate into cold-blooded violence, and would come with an unnerving facade of quiet apathy while he's really simmering on the edge of a really bad breakdown at any given moment. the guilt would also be endless, and mako would probably project the personal villain so hard on every single member of the triple threats in his general vicinity. working under this angry/guilty/repressed/violent teenager would actually be the most terrifying thing ever.
continuing your ask from last time because i realized i never addresssed this part —
I just had another brain worm sorry. so remember how I was talking about korra potentially being a guiding adult-ish figure in the avatar mako au. what if baby bending brothers. and either lin/tenzin/whoever or them and the other 2 krew members,, taking care of little gang monster and his brother,, and addressing some of the insane trauma and helping him heal and build a stable life,,,
i do love child acquisition, but for tiny feral children! mako and bolin really could've been the most unhinged trauma children of all time and i don't think that any adult on the show would actually be able to handle them as they were except probably pema. tenzin would try his best but i think that he would very easily get overwhelmed and a certain phase of mako would probably incessantly insult him with the deliberate intention to rile him up — and admittedly, tenzin has more of a temper than he'd like to admit, so i just think they'd be at odds a lot to an almost dangerous amount. (but ig i'm exploring that in the actual fic lol) i think mako as a kid would be considerably more abrasive than his is now and far more distrusting and paranoid, to an extent that i don't think that there are a lot of adults in lok that would be well equipped to handle that. (maybe kya? i could see both of them taking to kya actually. that would be funny. maybe i'll write kya into this au.) i do think that bolin could easily get all of them wrapped around his finger, lin grudgingly (and i think she'd be the sort to hold a reluctant affection for prickly loser boy mako).
also idk how i missed it initially but throwing teenaged korrasami into the mix makes it funny though. they would manage the pair of them so badly. (i'm sorry it is cute but i personally don't believe in babysitter!korra and definitely not babysitter!asami.) korra would be in a physical brawling session with mako the little punk ass bitch if asami looks away for one minute because bolin will not stop crying and mako is now trying to bite her head off because that's his little brother. bolin just thinks these two cool older girls are super neat and not at all demanding of his respect so he just incessantly says the most batshit insane things at them while mako is just like. hmm wealthy girl. i am full of anger at life i think i will project that onto you because to me you represent everything i hate about society, i've decided. meanwhile asami is just so confused because she's literally just being her sweet self and this random mobster street kid pema found won't stop giving her a look like he wants to fillet her
sorry none of this post makes any sense at all my head is OVERFLOWING i am UNHINGED thank you for enabling me once again <333 you'll never be a bother also yes i will go listen!
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Hello how are we after the latest DR episode ;_____;
(well I know how I am I LOVED THAT WIN GOT TO DO A SCENE WITH SUCH IMPRESSIVE ACTING!! WITH HIS FACE!! the one where Nawa calls Guy out! the way Nawa was obviously feeling choked up and about to cry but WOULD NOT cry because he had to get his point across, he HAD to go back to the antagonism to make Guy snap out of it!!! (Like a lite version of the teasing with the crying video on the roof top!) I think the punching while neither really wanted to fight the other anymore is heartwrenching!! And I'm sorry but he has never been more beautiful than in that scene I know that's not the point of it but it is just as much about what he does with his face than how he looks ;____; He is. the. best. and I'm so glad he got to do that scene)
Okay hmm I'm sure I had a point here. Or several! First of all, thank you for the Chanel hair-eating video I have watched it MANY times, and when I first saw it it was at the end of a not at all good day and it gave me back a little faith in there being good in the world. So, you know, little things that can become big things. I'm glad you started posting about Win more at about the same time I started realising how awesome he is, serendipity! (And cats, so nice that he likes cats, cats are so important. where would we be without cats hanging around humans just vibing.)
Second point, I agree both about Win hopefully getting a softer role, and about GMM fumbling Gram's writing terribly. (I don't know why I took it so badly, really, but I couldn't watch the last two episodes for feeling so betrayed by the writing. Dramatic perhaps but that's how it was.)
And I'll make this the last point since I don't want to write an actual essay here:D (FIC SPOILERS AHEAD) The fic!! shooting stars!! The bit about the piercings! And Nawa thinking of Guy and whether he had a crush on anyone (and later ASKING about it) and then the two different shoes:))) I completely agree that his parents/dad would be strict/controlling to say the least. And the text convo with him and Max <3 Love texts in fics and love their banter. Love that Nawa likes cats, of course:D (Also, don't know who Diamond MQT is but will be looking that up to laugh at Nawa if need be. Also also, side note, any recs for soviet post punk??) And a very nice way to end it, never mind canon divergence:3 So thank you for writing!!
Okay I'll stop here, sorry and thank you as we say in Finland ._.
-SE anon (I never meant to write more than one anon msg but I guess that's my anon name now :,)
hiii!! i absolutely ADORE long asks, so thank you so much for sending this <333 but just for the benefit of everyone who is scrolling the dash and doesn't want to see me rambling, i'm gonna do a cut here
i'm absolutely unhinged after this dangerous romance episode, but in a good way. this was definitely my favourite ep out of the whole series, i think. and especially as a penultimate episode, i'm just so happy with it.
yeah, that whole guynawa scene was honestly one big moment for win to shine (and marc as well btw, a+ on everything he did there). win just showed such a range of conflicting emotions that i wanted to fight nawa and hug nawa at the same time jglkdfjglkfdjgkld i hope a good director sees that scene (*whispers jojo's name like a spell*) and decides they want win as a lead for their next big project. he can do it all! please!
(also, i don't mean to be so blunt, but i feel like that scene gave you some sort of an awakening KSJDGLKFDJGKLFDJG win is always beautiful, of course, but him being particularly beautiful to you in that scene 👀 very interesting)
i'm glad you liked the video!! i will try to post chanel content from time to time to lift your mood up 🥰 (also yes, cats! very important! definitely in my top 3 animals).
to be honest, i've only really gotten into win when dangerous romance started. it's kind of funny, because i have seen him in secondary roles all the time and i LOVED him in those, but i just kind of didn't put two and two together jkgjkdfgjfkdlgj i was raving about him long before i realised that hey, that's probably my favourite actor! but flashforward and now i'm the tumblr ambassador to win pawin 😌
i am super on board with your feelings about gram. i have several gripes with not me's political messaging, but the one thing that truly pisses me off in the plot is gram. someone joked once that he was replaced by his twin halfway through the show, and honestly that makes the MOST sense. he was one person and then became a completely different one. and he was totally in love with black. i want that written on my fucking grave.
(also, i fully support dropping media that doesn't bring you enjoyment anymore! i don't think there is such thing as a valid enough excuse for it even, you can just do it whenever for whatever reasons, it's not too dramatic at all).
now, as for the fic!! first of all, thank you so much for reading it and i'm really glad you liked it 🥺 i got a little obsessed with nawa's wardrobe choices in that episode because 1) the jersey didn't seem to be very in-line with his style (whenever he's outside of his uniform, he dresses in this kind of preppy-casual style, so the more sporty t-shirt caught my eye) and 2) he doesn't always wear his earrings (for example he doesn't have them in at the club, which seems like prime time to wear them), so i just really wanted to explore that somehow, and i think that feeling of trying to decide what to wear when you're gonna see your crush is very real. i'm also really glad you get where i'm coming from with nawa's parents! a lot of his actions in canon reflect a very specific home environment to me. and i just really love all the friendships in dr, so max HAS TO make an appearance in all my nawaguy fics. as for diamond mqt, i was mostly just trying to find an artist that guy specifically would find kind of ridiculous, and i think a guy who wears chains with grand theft auto font and has a track called 'gucci belt' falls right into that category kgjfkdglkfdjgkldfj
now, as for soviet post-punk recs...
the thing is, technically speaking, soviet post-punk originated in the 80s and the niche was mostly filled by the band kino. kino is my longest special interest, so i could write an entire essay about them and i'm honestly barely holding myself back, but i'm not gonna do that. the point here, though, is that kino stopped existing after the singer-songwriter of the band victor tsoi died in 1990 - just a little before the fall of the soviet union. this puts kino in a special position of being the sole strictly soviet post punk band. though other bands in the 80s were also experimenting with post-punk-ish sound, they continued to exist long into post-soviet times.
so what i'm gonna do is i'm going to very self-indulgently recommend you ten kino songs, which show the diversity of their sound. and afterwards i will throw in some bands that originated in ussr and that have identified their music with the post-punk label at some point, as well as some more modern bands that were influenced by kino.
so here is the kino section of my recs:
here are some bands that technically originated in the ussr and that could also be considered post-punk: nautilus pompilius, alyans, agatha christie, bi-2
and if you liked kino, here is a list of modern bands from post-soviet spaces that were inspired by kino and that you might also enjoy: molchat doma, the retuses, peremotka, gde fantom, durnoy vkus
thanks for asking! this is the most normal i could possibly be about this!!
#if people ask me about anything connected to my special interests - i do go absolutely unhinged#i AM sorry when it's asking something and unintentionally stumbling upon my special interest#but im an unstoppable force about this in any case#archer responds#se anon
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Following the map that leads to you: Chapter One
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences (Mostly bc of it being slightly more sad than the other fics I’ve written)
Catagory: M/F
Fandom: Skylanders (Video Games)
Relationship: Cali/Flynn (Skylanders)
Characters: Cali (Skylanders), Flynn (Skylanders)
Additional Tags: Fluff and Angst & Canon Divergence
(The angst isn’t that bad but it is gonna be pretty angsty for a chapter or two, the angst doesn’t start right away, also this isn’t in the same universe as the other canon divergence au I’ve written about btw!)
It was yet another day at Skylanders Academy.
Kaos and The Doom Raiders and had been captured and Skylands seemed to have entered another era of peace.
Cali was in her new office up in one of the Academy’s towers, she was busy writing documents about places in Skylands she had been to.
There was a knock at the door.
“Hey, it’s Flynn, do you mind if I come in for a sec?”
“Sure, come in!”
Flynn opened the door and walked in.
“Hey there Flynn, what do you need?” Cali asked.
“Do you have a wrench around here I could use? I know you usually have one!”
“Flynn, did you not notice the wrench right on my desk?”
“Oh right, hehehe, didn’t even notice that, I’ll take it!”
“What do you need it for?” Cali asked.
“Well, mostly because the Dread-Yacht is once again needing repaired, musta took somewhat of a beating in the Skyhighlands!” Flynn replied.
“Also because I’m planning on going on a big trip, so the ol’ girl is gonna need some repairs if I’m wanting to take it out again!” He added.
“Hm, you mind if I come help?”
“Sure thing!”
They headed out to where the ship was, and began the repairs.
As Flynn walked past her, Cali noticed something on his arm.
“Wait, what’s that?” She said, pulling him over and pointing at a somewhat large scar on his arm.
“Oh that thing? It’s from when I stole those golden pieces from Dreadbeard, one of his guys got me with a sword!” Flynn said.
“Were you okay?” Cali asked.
“Yeah, it hurt a lot and it bled a little but it was fine!” Flynn answered.
“Besides it looks pretty cool!” He said “and dare I say it makes me look a little more handsome!” He added whilst winking at Cali.
Cali rolled her eyes at him, and continued to work on the ship.
After the ship was repaired, Flynn began to pack some things up for his trip.
“Hey Cali, thanks!” He said as he put his hand on Cali’s arm.
“Hm, just helping out a friend!” Cali replied.
They began to hug, Tessa was at the docks and noticed them hugging for a lot longer than expected.
“Buzz, am I the only one sensing some sort of a romantic connection between Flynn and Cali? I mean, Flynn has kinda already told me he likes Cali!” Tessa asked.
“Yeah, I think he’s got something for that gal, he really seems to care about her!” Buzz responded, noticing them hugging too.
“Say Hugo, do you know if Cali might be into Flynn?” He asked, only to realise Hugo was fast asleep on top of a box.
“Oh right, I’ll leave you to that then!” Buzz said.
Flynn and Cali eventually parted from the hug.
“When are you leaving?” Cali said.
“Oh uhhhh, sometime tomorrow, I’ll let you know when I’m taking off!” Flynn answered.
They looked at each other for a solid moment, almost staring into each others eyes.
“Oh right! I’ve got some stuff to go do, see ya!” Cali said as she walked away.
“See ya around!” Flynn waved to her.
To Be Continued…
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View - All The Young Dudes
By MsKingBean89
AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/10057010/chapters/22409387
Through my time on AO3 scouring for Harry Potter fics, I have constantly scrolled past this title as it rose through the hit list, eventually claiming the summit with as-of-now nearly 11 million hits. And each time, I have been put off by its length (1300 pages as a pdf) and even more so by the fact that I simply did not find Wolfstar a compelling enough ship to dedicate so many hours of my reading time to.
My accidental foray into Jegulus (which I shall write about in the future), however, stoked in me a love for the age of the Marauders and the beauty of the tragedy of their lives. So, I have now read this monster of a fic, and for the most part, it was fairly good.
Remus Lupin grows up in a Muggle orphanage after turning into a werewolf. Friendship, love, and mischief await him at Hogwarts.
Pros:
-Doesn't diverge too far from canon and fills in a lot of gaps quite convincingly. I think I finally got what made so many people go crazy over the Marauders. Some of those pranks were nothing short of epic!!! ("Lumpy Elephant Dung" - I'm still wheezing 😂)
-I have always found it hard to think of Peter Pettigrew as a true member of the Marauders. And after this fic, I can truly understand where he comes from as a character.
-James and Lily were so well written, I'm squealing. So was the rivalry with Snape.
-I am generally not a huge fan of OC characters, but Grant Chapman owns my heart, my mind, and everything else that matters. What a life! What a person!
-Nice touches of period-specific Muggle culture, from Remus' perspective (so many good song quotes). Would have enjoyed some made-up wizard cultural pieces to go with it as well.
Cons: (these are some pretty glaring ones btw)
-Horribly OOC Remus. And Sirius. I understand that this Remus is true to his background as an orphan in the Muggle world, but still... It's Remus Lupin! And his transition to DADA prof was a bit jarring, to say the least. At no point do we see him interested in studying dark creatures. Where were his years spent traveling? Don't even get me started on Sirius.
-For all the nice moments and build-up the two share, Sirius and Remus share, and I regret to say this, dead-fish romantic chemistry. They were better of as "bosom friends" or something along those lines. Had to satisfy my romance needs with James/Lily.
-The tone of the werewolf scenes was very Teen Wolf and ABO reminiscent. Points for creativity, I guess.
-The entire war portion of the story needed more work. As tragic as their lives actually were, I barely felt any sense of urgency during their missions and even less sorrow for their deaths.
-No offense to the author; I don't know what went through their mind when they chose to write an epic Marauders fic (practically a biography), and ended it right BEFORE Sirius' death, denying me my self-promised bucket of tears 😑
For all my complaints, I still have to acknowledge the impact of ATYD on the Marauders and HP fandom. Depictions of some of the main characters have gone on to become fanon, for better or for worse. Tbh, I've always wondered why there was such an emphasis on Marlene McKinnon, Mary MacDonald, and Dorcas Meadowes in most of the recent Marauders fics; glad to get an explanation at last.
Would I recommend this? Definitely for the first 5 years of Hogwarts, and definitely not after that. Do read the fourth part in the series, a 2-chapter epilogue from Grant's perspective for some degree of closure, if you're gonna finish it.
Or if you wanted a better telling of the Marauders and the First Wizarding War with greater feels and canon compliancy, might I redirect you to Choices? To me, that's canon.
#fanfic#ao3fic#fanfic review#harry potter#hp fanfic#hp fics#harry potter fanfiction#wolfstar#marauders#remus lupin#sirius black#james potter#lily evans#all the young dudes
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Okay so. Writing update, I did end up committing all the way to NaNoWriMo this year, but the breakdown of my miscellaneous mostly Batfam writing project is hilarious to me, so if you are interested in what my DC writing looked like in November, I did silly math.
The 50,500 words for my project this year was basically whatever writing of my own that I did in November and that I considered enough effort/part of a dedicated something (so not, like, text messages or whatever random thing) to “count” for the project. Most of it was various DC fanfics or casual comics analysis.
Out of the 50k words written for the goal (non-bolded percents are sections included within the percent group right before them):
52% was for my still in progress “miles apart” long fic (basically a canon divergent “what if a lonely place of dying but earlier and no Jason death and lots of early batbros + NTT and also stuff that I want to see more of from that era” fanfic)
But only 37% of my writing was the actual fanfic content.
15% was just me plotting that fanfic (canon divergent long fics take so much to plan ok) and also my in-text notes
Those notes include me wondering/asking future me editing questions such as “check Who’s Who on DCUI to see how tall Victor Stone is compared to Kory” (6’6” vs. 6’4” btw) and “should Gar really be sitting on people as an elephant, how much restraint does he need to have to not kill people??” (maybe he shouldn’t sit on non-invulnerable assassins when he weighs 2-7 tons?) and also “does Dick have a car in NTTv2?” (…I think so??? I would assume? but he seems to take a lot of taxis/fly with Kory instead??)
29% was just me rambling/writing analysis about some of the Batkids. Unsurprising but amusing that I was just rambling about them for 15k.
As part of that rambling, 13% was me figuring out a post-Crisis age timeline for Babs based on comics. Fun and necessary but sometimes agonizing because I have to cite comics I do not like...
More rambling, 10% was me analyzing comics for what pre-Robin Tim’s Batfam obsession looked like based on post-Crisis. It’s relevant to my fanfic, okay!
8% was another (TimBern) fanfic I started because I got stuck on a plot point in the long fic and needed something less plot-heavy.
4% another (WIP) fanfic mostly about Tim & Bruce. unfinished. idk where it is going.
3% writing for college assignments. RIP finals.
2% potentially finishing up a one shot about pre-Robin Jason that I don’t know what to do with (it doesn’t feel done...).
1% possibly finishing the draft of another Dick & Tim fanfic (an angst-heavy Red Robin-era canon divergence).
1% starting a Robin Jason & Dick fanfic that I’m also not sure where to go with (pls I just want them to be cute first brothers).
I must also note that during all of this I was going slightly nuts not having any current projects to write about the women in the Batfam...downside of setting my current main fic smackdab in one of the least gender-diverse era of Batfam (in between Babs retiring Batgirl & becoming Oracle, no less!). Which is how I ended up writing 6.5k of Barbara Gordon timeline. I only lasted that long because I had Donna & Kory for the New Titans parts <3 (I need to add more of them I have another short scene planned)
Anyway. I just found it fun to look at how much I wrote of what in this jumble of a project. I have done NaNoWriMo previously but it had been a while since I really committed to it, so it was fun to actually write this much again. Even if I, uh, probably neglected some schoolwork for it. oops?
None of these fanfics are ready to be posted btw, they are a mess, but progress is progress, and if I do some editing in December, maybe a few will be :)
#nanowrimo#nanowrimo 2022#my fanfics#batfam#heroesriseandfall#ID in alt text#fanfic#my writing#nano 2022#fic: miles apart#fic: i will (not) always catch you#fic: rusted#dc
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Number three for the ask game!! 😊
3. What is that one scene that you’ve always wanted to write but can’t be arsed to write all of the set-up and context it would need?
Answer: Hmmmmm… you know, this isn’t at all related to my current WIPs, but about… ten years ago now?… I wanted to write a fic for a TV show I loved called House of Anubis. And while HOA still holds a special place in my heart (still have the Season 1 and Season 2 DVDs!), I never made it far with that fic.
Anyway, it’s basically a big canon divergent AU where an OC I wrote took part in the events in HOA, and the scene is a big confession scene between her and my favourite character from the show, Jerome Clarke (played by Eugene Simon, who was also in Game of Thrones I believe?)
HOA was a British-American adaptation of a super popular Dutch-Belgian show called Het Huis Anubis. The events in the two shows are very different, and I watched a few seasons of HHA with subtitles on YT. My OC is very much inspired by Noa, Jeroen’s/Jerome’s love interest in HHA lol!
Anyway. The scene would take place at night, at the end of Season 2. The plot is basically over, everyone is happy for the most part, and Jerome takes my OC (her name was Marian btw) to the gardens for a walk. Cue fairy lights turning on, twisted around the trees and bushes and all that, and our two characters talk. Ends with a big kiss and everything.
(Very inspired by movies from my childhood, aka The Princess Diaries or A Cinderella Story with Hillary Duff.)
And about HOA, I never had the courage to watch Season 3 because I heard it became a shit show real quick lol. So yeah. At least I can live in my own bubble where S3 didn’t happen hahaha.
Also, I think there is still an HOA fandom on Tumblr! So that’s cool. That show needs more love :)
#ask game#house of anubis#het huis anubis#wow this was a trip down memory lane!!#cant believe its been 10 years since i last watched this show#hoa was my JAM#still enjoy the theme song lol#the cliffhangers were ADDICTING!!!
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I think you are very cute. Can you please tell me Zoey’s relationship with the other students other than Kazuichi? Thanky
Thank YOU anon I appreciate this!
This ended up being long I hope you enjoy the read!
Fair warning not everything is a one-to-one with how I see the characters, because Zoey sees them as real people and I see them from a fiction perspective. For example, real life me thinks Nagito is a great character and the game wouldn't be the same without him, but Zoey obviously sees him as a(n attempted) murderer who shouldn't be allowed to walk around free. So dont take everything I say to mean I hate the character. Except for Mahiru, I actually cant stand Mahiru irl.
Btw, important to note that I mention my fanfic (that I'm currently still writing) a lot in this, and that it's pretty canon-divergent.
-Monokuma isn't there at first and the killing game doesn't start until at least one week into being on the island, maybe two weeks. So for a while they're just supposed to follow Usami's goal: make friends with everybody.
-Zoey is the special ed student who gets "accommodations" from Usami. Usami is supposed to make sure Zoey understands what's going on and help her if she needs it. Usami is a sweetheart, but she clearly doesn't know what she's doing and usually babies Zoey when she doesn't need it and then leaves Zoey alone or fails to help when she actually does need something. Hey, at least it's not too different from Zoey's pas special educators! :D Funny enough, the accommodations thing is made into one of the rules, and when Monokuma takes over he actually has to fulfill these accommodations as well. Of course he takes advantage of this opportunity in order to mock Zoey and manipulate her. Oh hey, this is also not too different from Zoey's past special educators! Haha...oof.....
-Monokuma has Zoey in a weird sort of mental trap, and I'd rather show it in the actual fic than talk about it here; I only mention it for Byakuya's piece.
-The only canon death I've kept is Twogami, who dies the exact way he does in the game, but everyone else stays alive for most or all of the fanfic, and it's still a simulation anyway. I'm a softy and I hate killing off characters in my writing. I only killed off Twogami because they were too competent and would have solved Zoey's Monokuma Trap too fast, and I didn't know how to nerf that. Sorry Twogami. You were too competent for Danganronpa.
-characters dont die as punishment for killing. Alter Ego is in this story and she got to the rules before Monokuma did, so she blocked violence and death as punishments (oh and believe me she tried to block Monokuma himself, but it didn't work and he showed up anyway). Monokuma still insists that the killing game goes on, and his strategy to get around being nerfed is to continue to get the students to kill and distrust each other, stirring up drama and chaos. Trials are still a thing too (and he'll find any excuse to hold them since they can be a source of petty drama).
(This had to be broken up into reblogs bc tumblr has a character limit! Please see reblogs for complete list!)
Nagito: They start off as acquaintences. Zoey thought he was alright, and actually one of the most easygoing people to get along with, though her gut feeling told her not to trust him too much. After he reveals his more murderous side, she avoids him like the plague. She admires that Kazuichi and Nekomaru tied him up and said that if she were there she would have kicked him while he was down (which got Kazuichi scared for Zoey's safety, so she promised she wouldn't go into the room where he was tied up). When someone lets him go later, Zoey avoids him like the plague and is disgusted with him, though he's neutral to Zoey.
Hiyoko: Hiyoko picks on Zoey, not nearly as much as Mikan but she gets under Zoey's skin by calling her "stupid" (I'm wondering if it would be out of character for her to say the r-slur. I feel like she would.) Zoey starts off thinking Hiyoko is a little kid and is way more lenient and gentle to calling her out ("stop saying that….that's mean… you could…. hurt someone's feelings….. thank goodness…. you didn't hurt….. mine" Zoey says, crying in between the words. "This is just …allergies.") Zoey is a lot nastier in responding to the insults when Hiyoko admits to being seventeen years old, though Zoey doesn't hate her as much as Mahiru.
Mahiru: ). Ohhh boy. Here we go. Anon I apologize in advance if you like Mahiru, because I portray her character way less kindly than most of the fandom content I've seen of her. Zoey probably thinks of her as worse than she is, but Mahiru in my story is baaad, and she really brings out the worst in Zoey. For every bit that Kazuichi is a sweet girl in bitch's clothing, Mahiru is the bitch in sweet girl's clothing. She's able to get away with saying and doing so much nasty shit because she can lean on a reputation of "nice, good girl who's 'empowered' and just 'tells it like it is' to the boys." But really, she's mean, pushy, physically aggressive, rude, insulting, mean to "weirdos" and meaner to "boys." And she gets away with it because she's a "just a nice girl." Zoey doesn't fall for her shit, which confuses and pisses her off because she's used to girls being easygoing with her. Though Zoey assumes that she's a "queen bee" she's more of a slightly less extroverted queen bee's best friend type. Zoey is mad enough to want to attack her character; both in the "I'm going to call you out" way and the "I'm going to punch you if you open your mouth one more time" way. Zoey can be cruel and loud when she thinks someone deserves a kick to the face.*
*(I must emphasize, me as a teenager is NOT the same person as me as an adult. I stopped acting aggressive at 17 years old, initially from a fear that I might do something that gets me sent to jail and ruins my life, and I eventually learned how to cope with my sense of justice in ways that dont involve threats or violence or (unless I have to) direct confrontation. It strongly helps that I'm not going to high school anymore. Irl high school was a nightmare for me.)
Fuyuhiko: Eventual Friendship, possibly a rocky friendship though I'm still working on this one. Zoey is pretty sensitive to yelling and insults, so when Fuyuhiko's initial attitude is "everybody leave me the hell alone!" Zoey listens. Though normally Zoey would stand up to someone who was insulting and threatening people, the first time Zoey and Fuyuhiko met Zoey tried to protect the "little guy" (from Mahiru) and then Peko intercepted and made it clear to Zoey that Fuyuhiko doesn't need (Zoey's) protection and that for Zoey's own safety she should stay away from him and not talk to him. So at first they avoid each other. I'm still working out a later scene though, where Zoey's gut feeling leads to her following him around to protect him and unknowingly stopping Fuyuhiko from playing Twilight Syndrome Murder Case.
I have planned some progression into a friendship with Fuyuhiko and Kazuichi as well!
Peko: Friendship. Peko understands Zoey's desire to protect people, and lowkey appreciated the attempt to protect Fuyuhiko, but she also thinks Zoey is too careless and should learn to discern situations better before jumping in to defend somebody (yeah, a little hypocritical coming from her, but in Peko's defense at least Peko is a trained swordwoman, while Zoey is very physically sensitive and has no weapon or combat training). She intimidated Zoey into staying away from Fuyuhiko, and even though she scared Zoey a bit herself, Zoey did continue to talk to her and they are Okay Friends. Zoey once asked Peko to train her in using weapons and Peko said no.
Teruteru: Mixed Feelings, Pseudo-Friendship but Zoey is easily creeped out by him. Teruteru thinks Zoey is funny and adorably charming and roots for her and Kazuichi to get together. It's so funny, he might have one of the highest opinions of Zoey (obviously less than Kazuichi's and a little less than Ibuki's) and Zoey is creeped out by him. She wants to like Teruteru but he creeps her out. She tries to assume that he doesn't know he's creeping anybody out (like with Kazuichi) but Kazuichi assures Zoey that no, Teruteru is a creep. I write Teruteru as a "creepy little bastard" /affectionate, and he does say icky things like in the game because I think it's funny (sorry xD). Despite his ickyness and occasional smug attitude, he can be a good friend and actually helps Zoey and Kazuichi in a couple of situations, and he is the only one to realize without being told that Kazuichi is a girl (and he decided on his own to keep it a secret to protect the babyqueer). He does switch from flirty comments about Zoey to teasing her about her crush on Kazuichi, but she made him promise to keep that a secret and he holds up to it. Zoey and Kazuichi are Barbie dolls he keeps trying to smush together to make them kiss.
Sonia (who comes out as a trans guy named Coby later): Strangers to Enemies-Ish??? to Friendship-ish??? arc. Coby is Zoey's kryptonite: Zoey thinks "Sonia" is a mean popular girly girl that is probably going to bully her, and doesn't give him a chance at friendship until she feels forced into talking to him. Coby tries a little to be friends with Zoey and Zoey avoids him, which confuses him and hurts his feelings a little bit but he's just not sure what to think of Zoey. There's also Zoey's reason of "I'm jealous of Kazuichi's crush on you and I dont want to act unfairly mean at you so I wont talk to you unless you talk to me." They do become friends later, though he's on thin ice if he insults Kazuichi, so Coby agrees not to do that. He is rooting for her and Zoey, mainly to get Kazuichi off his back (ironically he says this after Kazuichi's already decided she doesn't care about Sonia any more). He's autistic too. I see him and Kazuichi as two autistic kids who were socially trained in opposite directions and fail in communicating to each other; I don't think of either of them as all bad or all good, they were both being self-centered and immature but they also are both good people. This fic doesn't villainize Coby, though later it shows Coby's own creepier side.
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Is Surviving Even Worth It
is surviving even worth it
by Anonymous
I kin Ritsu btw, its just that I don't have a Sho, Mob, or a Reigen,
I'm scared. I'm really scared. I wrote about it. I pretended to be comforted. I have a date. Hopefully, I miss it.
I'm not posting this on my Ao3 account for obvious reasons. I don't think I have a certain writing style. Sorry.
If you have any...just...happy. Positive things to link, I'd like it^^ It's good to be reminded of the good.
And if you can, of course, could anyone tell me if I should contact CSP? I don't feel safe or stable in my home and there is something happening that could permanently sever my ability to get help if I need it. I need to know asap. Thank you. (I live in the states btw, for now.)
I hope your day went better than mine, take care of yourself, and I'll try to do the same for me
Words: 357, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: モブサイコ100 | Mob Psycho 100
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Major Character Death
Categories: M/M, Other
Characters: Kageyama Ritsu, Suzuki Shou
Relationships: Kageyama Ritsu & Suzuki Shou
Additional Tags: Suicide Attempt, Eating Disorders, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Author wrote this upset, author is sad, Author really want to go but instead decided writting was better, this is also sorta a call for help?? Idk man I don't have anywhere else to go for help, Do I even need help? Am I faking it? I dunno., And that scary!, So I wrote Ritsu, And made him suffer oh gosh no, It was meant to be fluffy but I kinda let too much of my emotions though, Dang ok really short fic, No beta we die like no one hopefully
Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44085639
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On facfiction: what I hate 2.0
When someone presents a fic recc that is modern au (other kinds of total au too but its the worst with modern normal setting au ugh) it's like I return to being an stubborn 4 years old going "no" resolutely, on food I despise, to the point on going without eating until nighttime, when I got to eat what I wanted in the end. It's that kind of visceral repulsion + resistence. (I will treat that fic the same way, BTW, just ignoring it until I got to what I want)
One part of my love for canon is always enclosed in the setting and the circumstances of the charas so when you strip that away you've robbed what I loved of the story!! As my fave genre is fantasy and adjacent that's pretty fucking vital. The characterization is pretty much almost always fucking intertwined with the circumstances and the setting and if you change the characterization in an illogical way bc you went to fuck with the plot and the setting.... In the "I just want uwu fluff way" eugh. (you do you but I have no taste for it)
I would have more respect for modern au if they bothered to either radically play with the charas in the new setting (there are a few fic in the D. Gray man fandom that do this really well) or tried to adapt to their best the circumstances of canon into th modern au which is something I've seen done really well like, twice in 11 years of reading fic (not counting that dgm author)(outlier).
Like, if one's squick can be a setting trope, radically different not-canon-adjacent AU's are it for me.
On the other hand if someone does a canon divergence, or what if, or time travel (well done) I'm all over that fast, because it plays within the canon I loved. And I love thinking about the possibilities within that canon, the paths taken and not. (expect role reversals; those butchers the charas so badly for the rule of cool I've come to despise them almost as much. give a bit more thought to characterization, istg all those yllz!other than wwx made me wish I couldn't read augh)
Anyways. By the same token I really don't understand when people love terciary unrealized charas. What, because their yours to do what you want? Then why are you even writing fic?? XD like, I get getting attached to them if in the course of a fic you need them to be more formed etc and so you like the oc you crate din their name. But front that to say their your fave canon chara makes me want to block people on sight XD what canon?? (being in the silm fandom... more than a bit hypocrite I think, but that fandom has different rules by virtue of the fragmented characterization in all its canon which is more of a history book, so like. every rule has it exception that confirms it and etc)
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For the WIP tag game: burn you down (to dust and bone)
(Love the title, btw)
Dust and Bone my beautiful bastard child! Man, when I tell you that I have no idea how I am going to describe this fic when it's time to post it on Ao3. It's an Angel and Spike roleswap that was initially conceived as a Spuffy fic, up until I realized that the Angel/us side of things was a lot more interesting to write about. I've seen a quite a few AUs where Spike is cursed with a soul, but never one where Angelus is chipped by the government and goes on to willingly get a soul. (Well, "willingly". Angelus would never, but eventually he makes a gamble and he loses, so it is, very technically, out of his own free will. This is somehow one of the smallest spoilers for the entire series.) Additionally, where the Spuffy side was only ever going to be a few steps away from canon, the more I thought of it, the more I realized that ATS would diverge violently. So now it's a (very slow) slowburn Cangel AU. (slash rewrite of the entirely of ATS through a series of one-three shots. God help me.)
Anyway! For some lines, here's a snippet from one of the flashbacks to Buffy season three! (I did some timeline meddling so that the initiative's presence first manifests in mid season two and becomes an active force in season three onward.)
Angelus had no idea what she was going to do. After all that he had his girls had done to her and her city, she should have killed him then and there. But this was Buffy Summers he was dealing with, defender of the weak, innocent, and helpless. As much as he had tried not to admit it, he could no longer deny that he was currently two of those three things. Was it possible that he was looking not at someone preparing to get revenge, but a young woman at war with her own nature?
Yes, he realized seconds before Buffy spoke. That was exactly what he was looking at.
"That's up to him," Buffy said. "You see, Angelus, you have information that we need. Come with us, tell us what we need to know, and maybe we'll help you. Maybe we'll let you live. Or..." She held a hand out to the brunette, who passed her a stake. "I can out you out of your misery right now. Your choice."
Angelus would never allow himself to sink as far as to ask a Slayer for help.
This was not asking. This was, at most, a potential quid-pro-quote. It was, at its core, survival.
He would never forgive himself for what was about to happen.
But he would survive. And someday, when everything was back to the way it should be, he would make all of Sunnydale pay.
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Do You Get My Letters
✥ Pairing: Levi x fem!Reader, somewhat Reiner x fem!Reader
✥ Themes: Fluff, angst, sadness, big ass plot twist
✥ Warnings: Female bodied reader (she/her pronouns,) Pregnancy and birth (nothing gory.) Mentions of death, violence, and threats. Manipulation.
✥ Synopsis: You are carrying Reiner's baby when he betrays Paradis. Levi decides to step in.
✥ Word Count: 2.2k
(there is a part two up to this fic, but i've decided i'm going to rewrite the ending at some point.)
Anon's Request: Hi! I saw your requests are open so here I want to give my little scenario a try! 🕳🤸🏽♀️ I thought abt this last night, I’m currently rewatching AOT after 6 yrs and yet to finish season 4, so sorry if I’m wrong abt timelines/the plot? My request is the reader was with child with Reiner, but b4 reader told him, he betrayed and exposed his mission. Levi stepped in to help reader. And btw, I just finished watching ep 3 of season 4, so maybe Eren telling reiner abt his child and he regrets leaving the reader? And reiner jealous at the fact Levi is most likely considered his child’s father at that point. I can’t come up with an ending, so I’ll leave it up to you if you do take in my request. If this isn’t your type of writing I totally understand!
Note: This story is canon divergent. It is set in season 4, but in a universe where Reiner is not revealed as a traitor/the armored titan until a few months before season 4 takes place, as the reader was having relations with him until then and did not know his secret. I’m sorry if that change bothers you, I just wanted to write this as sort of its own story. This story contains season 4 spoilers! It also has nothing to do with the canon ending of AOT.
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Dear Reiner,
I hope this letter somehow gets to you, I don’t quite know where to start.
In a perfect world, I would be so happy to tell you this. You’d be ecstatic too, I think. And before you try to second guess me: I’m sure by now, don’t worry.
I’m pregnant.
I guess we weren’t careful enough before you left. I feel like an idiot. And lost. But I’m not hopeless. I know myself, I can make it work somehow. With or without you.
I’m still in shock about you. How could someone so close hide so much? You’re a talented spy I suppose, a great asset to Marley. You made me trust you with my entire life. You made me love every false thing about you. And this is the rude awakening I get in return.
I’ll raise our child to value honesty and kindness, all in spite of you.
Sincerely,
Reader
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The paper was damp with tears after you lifted your pen for a final time. You wished you could just keep the whole thing a secret: go make a quiet life for yourself somewhere else. It wouldn’t be right. Not after all of the dishonesty that man had spewed to you over the past few years. You had to tell him.
The door to the office room you’d settled in to write the letter creaks open. It’s Levi. He looks at your puffy eyes somberly, sympathetic. He was the first person you had told about the entire situation. Not because you were close, just because you needed help.
You fold your letter and stick it into a sturdy envelope. Levi takes it in his hand.
“That piece of shit doesn’t deserve a thing from you. Not a letter. Certainly not tears,” Levi says, using a clean handkerchief to wipe a stray drop from your cheek, “but I am proud of you.”
You take the handkerchief from him, feeling more tears stream down your face.
“Proud? I’m a fucking idiot,” you say through your sobs.
“Don’t even try to pull that self pity shit with me. Things happen sometimes. And you’re strong enough to commit to getting through it,” he responds.
You stand up, pushing your chair out. You look at him as you dry your face off again.
“I’m alone. How the hell am I supposed to do this shit alone?”
“You are not alone,” Levi replies. You’re shocked when he pulls you into a hug. “I’m going to help.”
You had never seen this side of him before. You look at him as you pull away slowly, tears still welled in your eyes.
“Are you sure? That's a big burden, Levi. None of this has to involve you.”
“Not the biggest burden I’ve ever taken on,” he shrugs. “There’s a lot of death around here, Y/N. Everyone is going to be happy about the little bit of life you’re giving us.”
You chuckle. He’s cynical, but he’s right.
He licks the envelope as he walks toward the door.
“Want me to run you a hot bath or something? Is that the type of shit pregnant people need?” he asks.
You laugh, a little harder than normal. It felt so relieving to laugh.
“Sure, Captain,” you respond softly.
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Dear Reader,
I received your letter before the battle in Marley. I actually got to hand it to Reiner myself. He knows everything now. He broke down in front of me after reading it, going on about how much he regrets everything. How he wishes he could change things and be there for you. He begged me to kill him right there.
The world will eventually not have suffering like what you are going through now.
Eren Jaeger
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Your jaw had dropped reading it. He begged me to kill him.
You hand the letter Levi had just delivered back to him. He reads it with a furrowed brow.
“Do you think…” you begin, your voice shaky, “do you think I could send another letter?”
Levi purses his lips, “Possibly. I can ask Jaeger. But right now, you need to bring your blood pressure back down.”
You were over seven months along now. You had found out about your pregnancy late, after being in denial for four whole months. Hange insisted on checking you out after you’d thrown up every morning for a week.
Levi had since gone on a parenting book reading spree; he made you read several of them too. He knew just about everything you needed to do to make a healthy baby: what to eat, what not to eat, how to exercise, when to go to the doctor, etc. It was really sweet how much he cared. You knew it gave him hope, something to fight for, something to come home to.
You were terrified when he left for Marley. You kissed him for the first time when he returned. Just about everyone you knew had to fight. You wished you could be out there fighting with them like you were supposed to. Maybe you could have made a difference.
Levi takes your hand, squeezing it to bring you out of your thoughts.
“What can I do?” he asks.
“Get me a glass of wine,” you grumble.
“Absolutely not.”
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Dear Reiner,
Reader does not know I’m sending this. So keep it that way, or I’ll kill your sorry ass. Or maybe not, you’d probably enjoy that. In that case I’ll get creative.
How does it feel? Being a fucking deadbeat? Is it everything you’d thought it’d be and more? Fucking her and leaving her with nothing, like she belongs in a whorehouse. Reminds me of what happened to my mother. Pieces of shit like you came in and sent her to her death, leaving her kid behind to starve.
I wasn’t about to let her suffer like my mother did. But you were. I’m glad your choices haunt you, Reiner. You fucking deserve it.
I’ll be there for the both of them from now on, doing everything you were never capable of. She’s due any day now, I’m sure she’ll try to write to you.
Levi
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You feel your first contraction while napping on the couch with Levi. You were settled in between his legs, your back leaning up against his chest. He had his hands on your stomach; he loved to feel the baby kick and tell them some of the happier stories in his memories.
The two of you had grown so close over the past few months. You slept together every night now. You didn’t want to leave each other’s sides if you didn’t have to. Levi would cuddle and massage you any time your pregnant body was ailing you.
You had fantasized with him about life after the war. He wanted to be a husband, a father, to live peacefully in the countryside. And he wanted more than anything for you to join him.
The first contraction wasn’t painful enough for you to make much more than a grunting noise, but Levi woke up the second he felt your stomach contort a bit. He was on very high alert these days.
“Holy… shit…is that what I think it is?” Levi whispers, “Don’t answer. I’m getting Hange.”
He crawls out from behind you and sprints out of the room.
The pain worsens and becomes much more frequent while he’s out looking for Hange. You stand up eventually after getting the urge to walk around - and your water breaks. You start panicking, unsure of how dilated you were and how much time you had left before pushing. You really wished you’d done more than just skimmed through those birthing books right about now.
Levi and Hange eventually come sprinting back into the room with a wheelchair and cold rags to find you whimpering in pain on the couch, trying your best to control your breathing.
You’re rushed down the halls to the Scout’s infirmary, where Levi had made sure the perfect room was set up for you - and it had been that way for two months.
The next hour goes by in a blur. Hange knew the biology of how to deliver the baby, and Levi knew how to coach you. He helped you hold your legs back when you pushed, and helped you count out your breathing. Hange attended to everything that might have made Levi faint, like checking your dilation and making sure the baby was coming out at the right angle. You got lucky having these two by your side.
Through all of your efforts, you finally hear a cry. You look up to see Levi holding your tiny new baby as Hange wiped them clean. He was smiling, way bigger than you’d ever seen him smile before, with tears in his eyes.
“Here,” he says softly, handing her to you.
You cradle her on your bare skin. “She’s so perfect, Levi! Look how sweet she is!” you coo.
“What are you going to call her?” he asks, stroking your hair as you gleam down at your baby.
“I was thinking,” you smile, “Kuchel.”
Levi lets out small gasp. Tears start streaming down his face, his efforts to stifle them failing.
“Really? I think that’s,” he wipes his eyes, “a wonderful name.”
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Dear Reiner,
She’s finally here! Oh my god, she’s precious. Levi and Hange helped to deliver her. Labor went smoothly. Levi started to cry when he saw her for the first time. She really is just that perfect. We are calling her Kuchel, after Levi’s mother. He cried when I told him that, too (don’t tell him I’m sharing those crying details.) I've decided to give her Levi’s last name as well.
Levi set up the perfect nursery for us.
If you really did feel guilty for leaving - don’t be. I’m happy.
She has your eyes.
Sincerely,
Reader
—-
Dear Reiner,
Kuchel said her first word today. Of course it wasn’t mama, she’s such a daddy’s girl. She started crawling awhile ago, we are now working on standing up on our own. She has all of this blonde curly hair, too. She’s growing up so fast.
Reader
—-
Dear Reiner,
Levi proposed a few days ago. It was so perfect. We found a nice house with room for a farm that will be perfect for a family.
I can only wonder how you’re doing, now that the war is over.
Are you even alive?
Reader
—-
Dear Reiner,
I’m expecting again. Levi is beyond excited. I am too, of course. Kuchel started school this year. She is such a smart kid.
I still wonder about you. After all these years.
Reader
—-
Message after message, word after word. No response. You had decided he must be dead. The devastation after the war would argue that he was.
That is, until you found yourself rummaging through one of Levi’s desk drawers, looking for baby Isabel’s lost pacifier.
You felt the bottom of the drawer shift. A false bottom?
You pry at it until it comes open.
Letters.
Dozens of opened letters. With Marleyan postage stamps.
You pull out the first bundle you see. They’re all from you. Unopened. Unsent. You set them aside, your jaw quivering.
You pull out the second bundle and gasp.
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Dear Reader,
Eren showed me your letter. I am terribly sorry. Let me fix this, somehow. You can come to live with me in Marley. I will take care of you. Please.
I’m not just a traitor, a liar, a farce. Everything between us was real. I can explain everything. Just trust me.
Love,
Reiner
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Dear Reader,
Do you get my letters?
I’ve only heard rumors about our new baby girl. I wish I could see her. Just once. For a second. Do you have a camera? I know they’re hard to come by in Paradis. I can send one.
I’d do anything to change this. You know I would.
Love,
Reiner
—-
To Levi,
You son of a bitch. I know exactly what you’re doing. You think this is protecting her, but it’s not. Just let her talk to me. She would listen, she would understand. You said yourself that she writes. You manipulative, sick bastard. That is MY child. She will never be yours. No matter what you brainwash her to believe, your dirty Ackerman blood does not run through her veins. She deserves to know. You are the farce, Levi.
Reiner
—-
There were dozens more. All opened. All from Reiner.
You sink down to the floor, tears spilling from your eyes.
You are the farce, Levi.
But, why? He was just protecting you, right?
The office door opens. You jump, shoving the letters back into the drawer.
“Mommy, why are you crying?” Kuchel asks.
You take a deep breath, staring down at the letters, thinking about everything that could have been.
“Are you happy here, Kuchel?”
“Yes!” she chirps, “Every day!”
“Then it’s nothing, baby. Mommy just got hurt. She’s better now.”
Your daughter giggles and skips out of the room, leaving you to hide away the rest of the letters.
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I REALLY HOPE I understood your request, Anon! I actually had a lot of fun writing this. It isn't something I would normally think to write, but I'm so glad you shared this idea! Sorry for the sad ending, I love playing w people's emotions ;)
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