#armistice au

[mecha--maniac]

WIP of organic Neo Metal; why not?

I don't really have any reason to do any sort of organic au (outside of maybe thinking of how interesting it'd be if Eggman was a genetic engineer mad scientist instead of a robot one) but drawing the bots as organic helps give me more of a sense of their robo designs and character, I guess. Plus I'm not super used to cartoony androids so it's more fun to draw fuzzy furry dorks that need to eat more and go to therapy.

Bonus a wip pass at a Sonic design and wip pass of Metal for a post-Heroes AU

[duncandonuts06]

Happy Armistice Day!!! I haven't drawn much recently- been dealing with artblock. But I did manage to draw our Little Treasure celebrating the Centennial end of the War To End All Wars. Isn't he handsome in his poppies? The girls who know, know.

I did use a brush for his wreath because drawing a million flowers by hand was- too much for me this time LOL. Enjoy this small offering. I shall return with more art soon.

[insomniadreamzz]

In love with the Wolf

Alpha!Jinx x Fem!Reader

This fic takes place in Omegaverse AU. Mentions of smut, blood, werewolves, violence, angst

This fic is also taking place in another world but with Arcane characters. A Fanfiction written by me. I don’t own any of the characters. Using (Y/N) in this fic as well for Reader.

Enjoy!

Part1

Part2 https://www.tumblr.com/insomniadreamzz/772189728598523904/in-love-with-the-wolf

Prolouge

Jinx and Vi were both Alpha‘s and sisters. Their relationship wasn’t the best after their father died in an accident. Vi blaming Jinx for it, like she blamed her every time something went wrong. Since that accident both of them parted ways, Vi meeting a beautiful woman, a Omega called Caitlyn. Caitlyn grew up in well known pack, a family with a lot of money, living the fancy life together with Vi in a beautiful place, a mansion. Meanwhile Jinx stayed at their lifestyle they had before. Nothing looked pompous, she had a simple home, a little hideout where she spent her time resting after going hunting or just causing trouble in town. She was known for being a criminal who stole stuff from other werewolves that had a more fancier life or even going in the human town and causing trouble there.

Their father Vander always told them not to get close to the human town. It’s dangerous. Humans and Werewolves had their problems with each other obviously. War between humans and werewolves was always a thing but at that time things got quiet between them. The leader of the whole werewolf nation made a deal with the human one. A deal no one really knew exactly about but it was important for every nation that they stopped fighting and living their own life even tho there were a little outsiders who still caused trouble. Criminals like Jinx. How long will the armistice hold on until everything goes back to chaos again? Only time would tell.

———

„Is that really necessary?“ You asked as you looked at the mirror, your brother Victor helped you adjusting the tie of your new uniform.

„Of course it is. You’re an adult woman now and our government needs more people who take care of the well being of human existence. You have never been the girly girl ever since you were little. You wanted this don’t you remember? Protecting your home?“ He told you as he gave you a smile with a little hint of sadness in it. „I can’t do it because of my disability to walk but you can. Make your older brother proud.“ He mentioned and you smiled, nodding in response. Victor was right. He couldn’t do anything much but you could. Maybe it isn’t that bad and you could use what you will learn to protect your loved ones.

Even if there is no war at the moment there were still some outsiders who caused trouble on both sides, human and wolves. The city must be protected and you grew more proud with your new job, fighting for good all those years you grew stronger and smarter. At least you thought werewolves were bad and they had to be locked away as soon as they get into the human territory. It’s too dangerous letting those ‚animals‘ run free.

All those things got taught to you. All that hatred. But for what cost? Your brother disappeared and you were alone, living only for the well being of your hometown.

You didn’t know what happened to Victor. He just disappeared from one day to another. You made peace with your own mind, convincing yourself of thinking he won’t come back anymore so you will stop being disappointed every day he won’t stand in front of your door, telling you everything is fine.

„Make your older brother proud.“ That sentence from him creeped in your mind daily and you promised him you will make him proud.

You were walking along the streets, the whole morning was rather quiet, not much to do for you as you roamed along the usual are you were positioned on. You were about to take a break when you suddenly heard a loud bang, a building catching fire, your eyes widen as you saw the chaos only a few meters away from where you were standing. „Shit…“ You mumbled under your breath, running towards the building.

You saw a few people running into your direction, away from the fire, some of your coworkers who were located near your route were also on their way to where the explosion happened, helping injured people out of it.

You decided to get in, trying to find more possible injured people but you didn’t see anything, coughing as you inhaled the smoke of the fire which also made it hard for you to see anything. In the middle of the chaos you saw a figure sitting in the middle of the room you were standing. It was a female, giggling to herself insanely before she noticed your presence, pink glowing eyes looking straight into yours. Her grinning widely so you could see the tip of her fangs. She was one of them…

„What the hell are you doing!? Get outta here!“ You shout at her, not caring if she was one of the wolves. She was still a living being. Sometimes you thought you are too soft for this job but letting anyone die wasn’t one of your things to do. „Why? Don’t you love the chaos? I do like it. Because that’s all I can do right. Causing chaos and trouble.“ She answered and your eyes widened, realising she was responsible for that.

„Why???! Why did you do that? I mean-…fuck it!“ You grumbled, knowing it was pointless asking her that. When you heard the ceiling above you cracking, something snapped in your mind and you rushed to grab the other womans arm and dragging her out of here, she squirmed into your grip, clearly not wanting you to touch her but you didn’t care at this point. Just the moment you both got out, the building crushed together.

„Don’t fucking touch me!“ She growled, you having other plans though. „Are you kidding me? You are arrested.“ You said before a coworker joined you, his expression almost scared as he saw your grip on the other womans arm. „How…did you get her?“ He asked before taking the handcuffs, making sure to put them around her wrists, you both having a hard time to make her stay still but you somehow managed it together.

„What? Why are you so shocked? Isn’t that my job?“ You asked him and his answer kind of surprised you. „That’s Jinx. You have never heard of her? She is well known for doing crimes. You will get a huge price for catching her!“

Your eyes widen in surprise. That woman was Jinx? She didn’t even try to fight you but why? Why was she so easy to get? Something is definitely off here. Jinx didn’t even look at you both, she looked to the ground, looking at absolutely nothing. She looked empty and sad. She did give up so quickly it made you wonder why or was it a trick?

Ever since that day you couldn’t stop thinking about Jinx. You wondered why she didn’t try to escape from you, she could easily turn into her wolf form and escape also the colour of her eyes…that pink colour. Usually werewolves had golden eyes, why were hers so…unique? You wanted to know more about her.

It was your free day but you still made your way to the cells, the urge to see Jinx again and getting to know more about her was just too intense. You knew she probably wouldn’t want to talk but at least you could try. Maybe you could also understand how that species is thinking and if they really are this bad. You always believed in the good in people and you wanted to give it a try.

When you stood in front of her cell you saw her being all curled up in the corner, her long blue hair hanging over her face you could barely see her. The walls of the cell were covered in scratch marks, telling you she probably freaked out in there. You didn’t even habe to say anything, she could sense your presence, her head slowly lifting to look at you, thise eyes already made you feel lost in them. Her gaze was tired, she was tired. Probably from crying, her dark makeup all smudged, cheeks stained with dried tears. „What do you want? Judging me?“ She grumbled but you didn’t answer yet. You crouched down to be the same level as her, showing her you don’t wanna do anything bad. „I want to understand you.“ You finally spoke with a soft voice, making her grunt in return. „No one understands me.“ She said, both of you staying silent for a while before she finally decided to say something.

„I lost everyone. My father is dead because of me fucking up…my sister blaming me for everything that ever went wrong and left me for a fancy bitch that hates me, everyone hates me. What’s the point of trying to keep a living? Nothing. I have no one.“ Her sudden openness was surprising but you understood the part of having no one. „You know…I have no one as well…my brother…he is gone. I don’t know if he is even alive anymore. Our parents died when we were younger.“ You mentioned, looking at Jinx who hugged herself as her nails digged into her upper arms, making her bleed. „You don’t understand half of what I am feeling.“ She continued pushing you away with her words but you stayed stubborn. „So all of this chaos because you have no one?“ You dared to ask and she snorted, snapping her head up as she looked at you, her eyes filled with rage but also with pain. „I wanted to show them all! I wanted to show what I can do! But…I always end up fucking up so I accepted that this is all I can do. I can’t do anything good.“ She snarled before getting up, walking towards you as she grabbed the metal rods of the cell. „What do you even know? You’re just a human.“

„Maybe I am just a human.“ You said before standing up as well, looking directly into her eyes. „You decided to cause trouble here. That’s not your home, that’s just not right. Of course we have to do something about it don’t we?“

„A human killed my father! My fault or not he died by a humans hands! I hate you! I hate what you are!“ She kept on yelling at you, her rage radiating a lot of power but you stayed calm. „You would have been arrested in your own home as well by doing that crime. You can’t blame every human for what they have done to your family. I do believe that if we would work together instead of wanting to erase each other we will have a much more peaceful life.“ You explained, her expression still angry but surprisingly she listened to you. „Jinx. You can do better than that I know it. I don’t care what you are. You are unique. Please remember my words okay? Think about it.“ You said before turning to leave, hoping Jinx will really think about what you told her. Maybe you had a chance to get her convinced to use her intelligence and powers for good. Just maybe.

To be continued

I hope you enjoyed the first part!! It’s more of an introduction but dw part 2 will come soon! Let me know if you like this story and wanna see more. I have a lot for you incoming. ❤️

[copinghex]

FOOL'S GOLD | T.S x OC

BLURBS

TOMMY SHELBY

Family bonds

After a hurtful comment at a fundraising event, you wonder what really bonds Tommy to your child. 

Lie

The end of vendetta brings the crisis in Tommy's marriage to light. When his attempts of conciliation fail, he refuses to face the truth, finding much more comfort in a lie.

The tunnels within our minds

Tommy's guilt for sending his family to the gallows reaches his nightmares about France. His wife does the best she can to comfort him.

Under his wings | dark!AU

The peculiar details of your relationship are nothing but small inconveniences compared to how much Tommy loves you.

From his tenderness 🔞

After a long and tiring day, Tommy tucks his wife in bed.

The noose

Tommy's wife returned home after the failure of his plan got the whole family arrested. The way they deal with her trauma ends up sending her to a worse place.

Blood hands

After killing someone for the first time, Tommy's wife has to deal with the emotional consequences of it. Luckily, he's there to look after her.

Behind the curtains | dark!AU

You, who once dreamed of being an actress, find out Tommy wasn't supportive as you thought he was.

Sincerely yours, me

Tommy receives anonymous gifts and letters. All the signs point to a single conclusion - he has a secret admirer.

Delirium | dark!AU and 🔞

Thomas pays a last visit to the woman he always had a thing for.

Basis

"His day had been awful, the stock market crash gave him an awful headache, his family certainly would be against any solution he could possibly find and at last, her words made him stumble and crash."

3:00 a.m in Birmingham

Tommy's wife has trouble sleeping and resorts to a method he disapproves of. As usual, he tries to solve this issue in his own way.

Green Lane

The Green Lane had trees, pretty houses with flower vases in the windows, Fiats and a few Bentleys parked by the clean sidewalks. Tommy set his wife free.

Armistice of the heart

Mrs. Shelby worries Tommy’s fits might take him away from her. She vowed to stay with him in sickness and in health and intends to keep it, it doesn’t matter how hard he makes things be. 

Hell's address is Watery Lane | dark!AU

There are countless ways to reach hell, sinning, not believing, not regretting. For you, it was when you accepted a job in the discreet betting shop in Watery Lane, crossing paths with a handsome devil, Thomas Shelby | PART II - PART III (a) - PART III (b)

ARTHUR SHELBY

Deus ex machina

When three armed men broke into yours and Arthur's house, you knew you were doomed. You locked your newborn into a room and prayed he'd be spared. When Arthur told you to hide and got rid of the invaders, you didn't believe it. It felt like an unrealistic, badly written book. But life isn't a book, and if Arthur had such skills, there clearly was much about his past you didn't know.

Out of the Eden

When Arthur makes an unpleasant discovery about his drinking partner, he has to make a hard decision.

JOHN SHELBY

Homecoming

John's wife is waiting for him to come home, but something doesn't feel right.

[timetravelbypen]

Murder at the Crossing

Chapters: 1/38 Fandom: Doctor Who (2005), Doctor Who, Doctor Who & Related Fandoms Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Thirteenth Doctor/Yasmin Khan Characters: Thirteenth Doctor (Doctor Who), Yasmin Khan, Dan Lewis (Doctor Who), Ryan Sinclair, Graham O'Brien, The Master (Dhawan), lots and lots of companion cameos Additional Tags: rated M for murder (mostly), mystery au, cozy mystery, 1920s AU, Human AU, constable!yaz, botanist!13, murder happens on the page but is not described in too much graphic detail, Slow Burn, Really really slow burn, Colleagues to Lovers, various WWI-related traumas Summary:

The town of Little Ashmere, about an hour's walk outside of Sheffield, is a quiet place. It's orderly, and friendly, and they've had nothing terribly exciting happen there since Armistice Day.

Until a stranger is found murdered on the outskirts of town, and Constable Yasmin Khan might be the only one capable of solving the crime. Especially if she is able to convince the secretive Doctor Emily Smith to open up about her past enough to help her.

New fic time!! Thasmin meets the vibes of Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries, and I hope you all enjoy!! Thanks SO MUCH of course to @rosenkranz-does-things for the incredible cover art that fits this story so perfectly.

[xi-xi-chen]

Lightcannon Week // Day 04 - Royalty AU

Imperial Guard, war veteran Lux, and Princess Jinx. Joined by convenience until the betrothal contract has been fulfilled between two families as a galactic war comes to an end and now sits within a tense peace armistice agreement.

Lux fights demons, and Jinx wants to know why. Their position isn't exactly stellar either when any chances of romance are avoided anyway. After all, no Imperial Guard had really survived long enough to serve proper term, Jinx plans to really change that by bending the rules, so far that they curve up and around and around and around....yeah, she really hates rules.

((I know I post these so late, early morning is the only time I've got. (T~T) ))

[corneliaavenue-ao3]

helloooo who are your favourite hinny fanfiction authors? I’m trying to get back on the scene as it were

If you love WIP's @takeariskao3 is the author for you!!!! You should read Amnesia!Ginny fic, Already Gone, or second chance romance, read, The Path From You.

@brightlybound has some BANGERS

@starlingflight is also a brilliant writer and deserves so much love right now! My favorites are Falling All In You, the time before the kiss and Everything I Wanted, the time after the kiss

@fizzyginfizz for the funniest fics you will find. Please read Quidditch is For Losers and Hufflepup

@ginnyw-potter just does not stop writing???? So many fun AU multichapter fics. It is incredible

@seriouslysam8 has just created her own world within Harry Potter. It is truly incredible how much content she creates in this world. Start with Brumous!

@displayheartcode is putting out fic after fic of genderswap!Hinny

@honeydukesheroine is writing one of the best 6th year fics of all time right now: The In Betweens

@greenhousethree writes the prettiest things.

@annerbhp is not posting any new Hinny right now, but I need to make sure you read The Changeling and The Armistice Series. If you have not, ignore all of the above and read this.

And me. You should read some of what I have wrote in the hinny fandom <3 You should also check out my bookmarks for further recommendations! (the bookmark link is just my hinny tagged fics filtered!)

[agalychnisspranneusroseus]

Hi, I just read all of your raised amphibia au stuff (you don't have to answer if you're not continuing your raised in amphibia AU or you don't want to) but I have some questions about how the trio got engaged and when they married.

So for the engagement questions, I'm curious to know how they got engaged. In one post it mentioned that Andreas proposed the idea of Marcy marrying Sasha to get the toads under control and stop the war. I'm curious how Anne came into the engagement if this is how it happened. In another post it mentioned Hop Pop agreeing to marry off Anne to Sasha in exchange for the protection of Wortwood. There was also a post about Marcy manipulating Anne into agreeing to the engagement. I can definitely see all of these working together like Andreas proposes that Sasha and Marcy get married and while Sasha's discussing it with the toads one of them's like "well. You should probably also marry that farmer girl cuz she's been a pain in our side forever and having her as a wife would put her on more of a leash" or something like that and Sasha's not immediately thrilled at the idea but she talks to Marcy about it and since Marcy wants to marry both of them, she convinces Sasha that it's a good idea (Sasha knows that strategically it would be a good idea. She just doesn't want to marry Anne or upset Marcy by taking another wife alongside her). So Sasha goes to talk to Hop Pop and he agrees in exchange for the protection of Wortwood. And then Anne goes to Mercy either for comfort or to confront her depending on whether or not she knows that Marcy convinced Sasha of this arrangement and then Marcy manipulates her into thinking this is the best possible option. It could also be something completely different since you've probably changed your mind about some things since the beginning of this au. Just kind of want clarification about how their engagement happened.

As for the marriage question, I wanted to know if they got married before or after Anne and Sasha fall in love.

Also there was a post about Anne being upset about not getting properly courted and feeling a bit betrayed by Marcy because of the arrangement. And I just want to know if like she ever told her wives about this and if they actually kind of courted her a bit either before or after they officially got married.

Thank you for reading. I really like your au and I'm excited for more if you're continuing it

Hi!! So the nature of the arrangement changed A LOT over the course of this AU's development so I understand if it's confusing because a lot of what I posted ended up being contradictory lol. Here's how it goes (uhhh spoilers ahead??):

Marcy runs away from Newtopia, alongside Olivia, for spoilery reasons.

She travels to Frog Valley and to the Southern Toad Tower, the seat of power of the toad regime Newtopia and its territories has been warring against. Sasha is the leader (her title being Lord Sasha, with no one above her - Grime is out of the picture for spoilery reasons) and the most powerful person in Amphibia besides Andrias, so Marcy pretty much surrenders to her and begs for protection, seeing as she's the only one who could hope to keep her safe from Andrias.

Anne finds out via a letter from Newtopia, since Andrias knows she and Marcy are penpals and close friends, and tells her to "rescue her" and bring her back home. Of course, "rescuing" Marcy - the girl she has a crush on - from her worst enemy and the person who has been terrorizing Wartwood for years, Sasha, turns out to be more complicated than expected when it turns out Marcy doesn't want to be rescued, and begs them to try to sign an armistice or something, since Wartwood has been resisisting the toads for years under Croaker and Hop Pop's leadership.

So far their relationship is as follows: Anne and Marcy are penpals and close friends, but they've only seen each other in person a handful of times and know less about each other than they think. Still, they care about each other deeply. Anne has a normal teenage girl crush on Marcy, and secretly wishes Marcy would court her, though she doesn't want to get her hopes up, seeing as they're literally a princess and a farmer. She LOATHES Sasha and has fought her a million times, but is curious about what Sasha knows of their past. Sasha remembers the most from their past before Amphibia while the other two have nearly complete amnesia and don't remember anything. Her goal in life has always been to bring them both under her protection (and her control) so when she finds out her greatest enemy, Andrias' right hand man, is Marcy, it shakes things up for her really badly, and immediately accepts to protect her as soon as she bends the knee. She wishes Anne would drop her family and come with her to Toad Tower but Anne is being very difficult and this often leads to violence. Marcy is in love with Anne on an obsessive, unhealthy level, and the goal of her plan to marry Sasha and Anne is to 1) just marry Anne in general 2) bring them both under Sasha's protection 3) political stuff less relevant to their relationship but relevant to the plot.

Marcy becomes Sasha's right hand and falls madly in love with her too.

She manipulates Sasha into thinking she came up with the idea of taking two wives herself.

The plan, from everyone else's perspective, is as follows: after the toads eventually take Newtopia, there would be a succession crisis, since we have Lord Aldo, Captain Bufo and Lord Sasha (Beatrix and Grime not mentioned for Spoilery Reasons) fighting together for the throne of Newtopia. Sasha is the most obvious candidate to become Queen, as the wielder of Barrel's Warhammer and leader of all toads, but Aldo and Bufo don't like that very much, since she can't have heirs (unless she marries Anne, who is trans, but they don't know that). So, Sasha plans to marry Anne, who can give her heirs AND a better standing with frogs, for whom Anne is like a folk hero, traveling all over Amphibia with her brother protecting frogs from toads and newts. And she plans to marry Marcy, so that their child will inherit the Leviathan name and continue with the Leviathan dynasty to secure legitimacy among the newts.

Structurally this resembles certain polyandric practices - one woman having two husbands, with their children having two fathers in a heterosexual way and inheriting lands, titles and wealth from both. These two fathers are obviously not involved with each other, and they are, well, men, so those are the main differences with this fantasy situation. Anne would be analogous to the polyandric wife in this situation.

It could also resemble cases of concubines serving as surrogates for the main noble couple when they can't have children of their own.

So obviously this is all very problematic and arguably transphobic. It makes perfect sense in Sasha and Marcy's heads, but it really fucks with Anne's already poor sense of self-worth. She doesn't see it as Marcy being so in love with her she's willing to do all of this just to have her. She sees it as Sasha and Marcy needing a donor (and not respecting her as a girl).

Which is not the case because Marcy is madly in love and Sasha is beginning to fall in love too. They're just not very sensitive with Anne and her trans-ness.

Clarification: they are 15 and 16 here and this marriage is meant to strengthen their political positions with the promise of heirs in the future, when they're at least in their mid 20s. They don't even consumate their marriage until much later. Hell, they don't even kiss. The slowburn is real.

So anyway. Sasha brings it up to Hop Pop, who is mayor of Wartwood, and Croaker, their militia leader, and they find the propposal agreeable. Since Sasha and Marcy are 16 they don't need parental permission to marry, but Anne being 15 depends entirely on Hop Pop. He has the last word and he already signed the papers.

"It's what's best for all of us, Anne."

"I-I... I know."

Anyway. It's very rocky at first and Anne and Marcy's friendship suffers a lot, but Sasha is going through a redemption arc of her own due to some personal issues and their strange arrangement with antagonistic undertones blossoms into a beautiful romance with time, as they all come to fall in love with each other.

I am so so happy to hear you like my AU and I wanted to thank you for all the encouragement!! I'm really obsessed w this actually and I love talking abt it so thank you for showing interest!! Hope I don't disappoint!!

[scotianostra]

On 11th November 1918 an armistice came into force ending fighting in the First World War.

Hey! Jock, are ye glad ye ‘listed?

O Jock, but ye’re far frae hame!

What d’ye think o’ the fields o’ Flanders?

Jockey lad, are ye glad ye came?

Wet rigs we wrought in the land o’ Lennox,

When Hielan’ hills were smeared wi’ snaw;

Deer we chased through the seepin’ heather,

But the glaur o’ Flanders dings them a’!

This is no’ Fair o’ Balloch,

Sunday claes and a penny reel;

It’s no’ for dancin’ at a bridal

Willie Lawrie’s bagpipes squeal.

Men are to kill in the morn’s mornin’;

Here we’re back to your daddy’s trade;

Naething for’t but to cock the bonnet,

Buckle on graith and kiss the maid.

The Cornal’s yonder deid in tartan,

Sinclair’s sheuched in Neuve Eglise;

Slipped awa wi’ the sodger’s fever,

Kinder than ony auld man’s disease.

Scotland! Scotland! little we’re due ye’,

Poor employ and skim-milk board.

But youth’s a cream that maun be paid for,

We got it reamin’, so here’s the sword!

Come awa’, Jock, and cock your bonnet,

Swing your kilt as best ye can;

Auld Dumbarton’s Drums are dirlin’,

Come awa’, Jock, and kill your man!

Far’s the cry to Leven Water

Where your fore-folks went to war,

They would swap wi’ us to-morrow,

Even in the Flanders glaur!

Neil Munro.

I salute all the lives lost during the war but I cant see why the fighting had to continue after the Armistice had been agreed.....

The armistice was agreed at 5.10am on 11th November to come into effect at 11am. The news was conveyed around Europe within the hour. The original armistice was for a period of 36 days, after which it had to be renewed. This was done four times before the Treaty of Versailles was signed. The only problem is that the war did not completely stop at 11am on 11th November.

The Entente had already agreed armistices with Bulgaria on 29th September, the Ottomans on 30th October, and the Austro-Hungarian Government on 3rd November. Germany was the last of the Central Powers to sue for peace. The Armistice with Germany was agreed to come into effect at 11am to allow time for the news to reach combatants. However, fighting continued in several places during and after that time, including on the Western Front.

General John Pershing, Commander of the American Expeditionary Force, did not approve of the armistice. Consequently he gave no instructions to his commanders to suspend any new offensive action during the remaining hours until 11am. This gave individual commanders latitude to determine their actions in the last few hours and in some quarters there was fierce fighting up to 11am which was difficult to stop.

On 11th November alone there were nearly 11,000 casualties, dead, missing and injured, exceeding those on D-Day in 1944. Over 3,500 of these were American. Pershing had to face a Congressional hearing to explain why there were so many deaths when the hour of the armistice was known in advance, it was totally avoidable, over 11,000 families lost their fathers, their uncles, their sons and their nephews, needlessly.

An armistice is a ceasefire, not an official end to war.

Demobilisation of British, colonial and imperial troops did not finish until 1920, considerably longer than servicemen had anticipated. Although fighting continued elsewhere, the armistice between Germany and the Allies was the first step to ending World War I. The global reaction was one of mixed emotions: relief, celebration, disbelief and a profound sense of loss.

During the First World War 140,000 Scots are killed, among these figures, which vary somewhat, from to 500 to 1000, were the Bagpipers, sent “over the top” to lead the Scottish troops into battle.

Nicknamed Die Damen aus der Hölle (Ladies from Hell) by German soldiers for their distinctive tartan kilts and unparalleled bravery, the pipers from the “Black Watch”—the 3rd Battalion, Royal Regiment of Scotland—garnered a fearsome reputation on the battlefields of World War I.

Standing in full view of German soldiers, often at times armed with only their bagpipes, pipers were the first “over the top”, acting as a clarion call for troops to keep moving. The sound of the bagpipes would spread terror among the German troops—when one “Lady from Hell” fell, miraculously another piper would seemingly arise out of the trenches to take his place...............

By the time the second world war came pipers were not ordered to lead the men into battle, well except on the orders of Simon Fraser, 15th Lord Lovat whose personal piper Bill Millin, commonly known as Piper Bill who, when he questioned Lovat after being told to pipe the the men into battle on the beaches of Normandy was told, Ah, but that's the English War Office. You and I are both Scottish, and that doesn't apply"

Flowers have always held symbolism in many cultures around the world. One such flower is the red poppy, almost synonymous with Remembrance Day, observed in Canada. Poppies have become the flower of Remembrance Day for several reasons, with a significant connection to the famous war poem "In Flanders Fields" by Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae.

The poem "In Flanders Fields" describes the poppies that grewamid the graves of soldiers who died during World War I in Flanders, a region in Belgium. The poem's vivid imagery and poignant verses made poppies a symbol of remembrance for those who had lost their lives in conflict.

Flanders, where many battles of World War I took place, saw extensive destruction and loss of life. Despite the devastation, the red poppies continued to grow in the churned-up soil, a symbol of resilience and renewal. The contrast between the poppies and the war-torn landscape made them a powerful symbol of remembrance.

In 1921, the Royal British Legion adopted the red poppy as a symbol for their annual Poppy Appeal, which raises funds to support veterans and their families. The tradition of wearing a red poppy to remember the fallen and support those in need became more widespread.

The practice of wearing red poppies on Remembrance Day has been adopted by many countries around the world as a way to honor and remember those who have sacrificed their lives in wars and conflicts.

The last pic here is ex-Private H.E. Day of the 15th Hussars who lost a leg during the war selling wooden crosses)

[dorminchu]

Every Day Like The Last: Chapter I

Summary:

A year has passed since the Battle of Heaven and Earth. P. Galliard and P. Finger are married. Vice Captain A. Leonhardt steps down, waiting for her ailing father to outlive her. Eren Jaeger is exiled from Paradis as a renegade to spend his days in Liberio as an expat. Without the threat of Titans or a country to divide them, what comes after the armistice?

Rating: T

Pairing: Annie/Eren, Pieck/Porco

Genre: Drama | Hurt/Comfort | Romance

a/n: Formerly titled despicable animal. The beginning of my (penultimate) swan song for Attack on Titan. Big shoutout to @vaegtersang and @lazyveran for listening to me ramble about this AU of an AU and generally being very supportive. And to @lunarcrystal for her VC!Annie AU and all the brainworms :)

Can also be read on ao3 | ffnet

Sgt. Magrath's successor T. Mueller assumed the position before the funeral took place.

In the weeks following the Battle of Heaven and Earth it was decided that the Warrior Programme would be disbanded. While Marley already struggled to maintain both a victorious air and its tenuous cooperation with the Mid-Eastern Alliance, the Queen of Paradis came forward. Rather than put Eren Jaeger to death as a traitor to Paradis and humanity alike, he was deemed fit to stand trial. 

Mueller suspected the reason had less to do with the good of humanity, and more with Paradis’s wealth of untapped natural resources. Without the Pure Titans and Walls, there was nothing to stop the rest of the world from pouring in. Kiyomi was eager to act as a mediator between the Mid-Eastern Alliance, Marley and Paradis. Now, Paradis’s Queen was open to the possibility of trade, but not before reformation of its own borders. This had been the subject of every other meeting for several weeks, aside from the exact details of the armistice.

According to the latest report, the trial deemed that the Founder's influence had driven Jaeger into a state of psychosis, and he could not be held entirely responsible for his actions within Marley or Paradis after killing Wilhelm Tybur and his collection by Paradis's Scouting Legion. To many in Paradis, he was a renegade who swore annihilation against all who would oppose him, rather than a defender. So he was to spend his remaining years in exile. A good deal of Jaegerists demanded to be exiled as well. Unlike their namesake, there was no Titan-induced psychosis to excuse the myriad reports of destruction and savagery unleashed upon the inner circle under their reign. Their consolation was a firing squad.

Mueller was ethnically Marleyan, but had first-hand experience with Marley’s use of zeppelins within Fort Slava. He saw the surviving Eldians not as monsters but humans that had been given power beyond their understanding or ability to control on their own terms. They were not to be ostracized without first giving them a chance to prove themselves rational, as many had pledged their alligance to Marley before and died for that same cause. Now, with the death of Ymir and The Worm, so too did these Eldians lose their connection to the devil that slept within their blood. There was no immediate reason to fear retribution from the Titans or their kin. To eradicate them now would be an act of genocide.

While the world was preoccupied with rumors of Paradis' retaliation, the Titan Biological Society was quietly disbanded. The details of Warrior Unit and its invention were similarly declassified. Civilians who grew up with Warrior Programme in their formative years were exposed to the horrors behind their most prestegious and dangerous branch of the military.

Eldians and Marleyans alike would gather outside the wraught-iron gates of the HQ. They rallyed around the surviving Warriors as an example of a civilized Eldian. This sentiment was growing quickly, much to the disgust of the Mid-Eastern Alliance whose only experience with Eldians came down from the sky in zeppelins.

"God damned kids," muttered Otto, a fellow Captain who had been present when the aeroplanes were first sent during the last year of the Paradis Operation. "The internment zones and hospitals are already flooded with Eldians. And now you want to bring in their figurehead." Otto scoffed around the cigarette in his mouth. "It's madness, all of it."

To say Mueller had his work cut out for him was being charitable. At a tenuous stage such as this, Marley's success was just as much about the politicking as a show of force. The younger generation was the future, and had more energy behind them than the embittered servicemen or displaced, smaller nations that lacked Paradis's berth of natural resources to justify their existence. It was true that the Warriors had not asked to be made into monsters. They had survived despite the devil in their blood and it was only right that they eke out their remaining days as civilians.

"He's only a renegade," Muller said. "If we let Jaeger die a martyr, this will only get worse."

Otto had no argument. He flicked the butt of the waning cigarrette out of the train window without looking to see where it landed. "You'd best hope you're right."

The Azumbaito family had encouraged Marley to accept Jaeger into their settlement as an expat where Paradis would not. They argued that Jaeger's actions, in part, had brought mankind together to end the war in a twisted way. Jaeger was a traitor and renegade and war hero, depending on what was most convenient. After weeks of reasoning with Marley's top brass, they had set aside an hour for Muller to speak with Jaeger, who would be sent in by boat and kept in a holding cell. If Mueller could convince him to cooperate, Jaeger could be rehabilitated, just as the others of his kind who grew up in Marley. The only difference between them, Mueller argued, was their willingness to concede.

Jaeger had been living in a burgeoning Marleyan settlement, the remnants of what was once Fort Slava. In the cell, he was no pariah or Devil of anything. Just another prisoner of war, rebuilding the very civilization that was trampled at the behest of his enemies.

Sgt. Mueller had his own interests in agreeing to the plan. He could accept that Jaeger had his uses, but selling him as anything other than a lesser evil to humanity was going to take time. As an inheritor of Eldia's power and its curse, Jaeger wouldn't live long enough to see the outcome of his survival. He was the perfect candidate for Mueller to work with.

Jaeger, a taller man than he was in the photographs, looked at the red armband and back to Mueller's face without emotion. He was dressed in a simple button-up shirt and chinos that were cleaner than Mueller had expected. A white scar stuck out across his throat. His dark hair was cut short.

"The Progenitor didn't want to let go," said Jaeger, holding Mueller's eyes. "They had to cut me out."

An uncomfortable silence settled between them. Muller said, "You haven't been healing. Isn't that as easy as breathing for someone like you?" Jaeger didn't respond. Muller tried another approach. "I hear you left a lot of supporters behind. The Jaegerists, weren't they? In Paradis. You must have had a good reason to abandon your people."

"They cared nothing for the country. Only what they could destroy in my name." His eyes, closer to green than gray, bored through Mueller and the wall behind him. The guard shifted in place, fingering his rifle. Mueller ignored him.

"If you were to emigrate to Liberio, you'd have a pension and a tenement. Perhaps a chance to explain yourself. There are those among us who would be willing to listen, I'm sure you've seen the protests." Mueller's lip curled. Jaeger was unmoved. "Your own countrymen didn't afford you the same opportunity. The strain of spinal fluid that was introduced into your bloodstream is no determinant of your worth."

Jaeger glanced down the hall. "You must have hundreds of men like me back in Marley's hospitals. But they're out of their minds or too burnt up to speak in your stead."

Mueller paused. He made an effort to keep his face placid. This gutsy son of a bitch was exactly the man he was looking for, even if he refused to accept it himself. "It's true that I could just as soon leave and find one of them. But you're cognizant and able to reason with me. Most are not."

Jaeger levelled with him. "That's why you're here."

Mueller forced a smile. "I'd ask you to think about it, but three years isn't forever, and in that time Marley could just as well decide Eldia isn't worth preserving without Titans. If you refuse you'll go back to breaking rocks with the other POWs. If that's your wish, I won't refuse it."

Jaeger shifted from one foot to the other, his expression difficult to read. He looked at Mueller. "The block in Liberio was destroyed."

"It's been rebuilt," Mueller said. "You'll have a roof over your head. Then you can drink yourself to death in the privacy of your own apartment, if that's really what you're after."

For the first time Jaeger chuckled. "When was this decided?"

"Last month, by Marley. And a few of your sympathizers in the Azumbaito family."

A flicker of comprehension in Jaeger's eyes. Mueller saw cruel satisfaction. The prospect of reaching the very people that once considered him scum. If he could not wipe them out directly, he could get into their heads. Manipulate the minds of their progeny. Idealistic and desperate to prove themselves, who else could know better than him.

"Fine," he said. "I'll agree to live here."

Mueller was taken aback. "You've no other conditions?"

Jaeger stood up. "No, sir."

Mueller had expected more of a pushback. Evidently he was mistaken. But he kept his nerve and said, "You'll be situated here by the end of the week."

As he walked out of the cell, he didn't look back. Jaeger made no sound.

After the declaration of war, the Mid-East Alliance and other civilized nations decreed to destroy Paradis with the full might of their aeroforce and naval ships. Eren's first mistake was to entrust the rebels as anything more than a distraction. His second was to force Historia's hand as a terrorist. If not for Mikasa, he would have succeeded in eradicating all of Paradis's enemies abroad, but not on the island itself. So Paradis would be left to rebuild its forces in peace.

Not much had changed from the last time he set foot upon Marley's shores. The ampitheater was still in ruins, but he'd not gone by to see for himself. New faces took place of the ones he'd slain. A family next to him and an aging vet whose brother wound up in one of the zeppelins. They were Eldian, but none of them Warriors. Eren had yet to speak at length to one of the Warriors at length. His new life was an echo of the ten months he'd spent as Eren Krueger. Without the imperative of a war on the horizon, he was only subsisting.

He kept a relatively clean apartment. He took up journalling to retain his purpose and give himself something else to think about beyond the pit of ennui in his gut. Keeping down dates, small happenings. He got by, even as a serviceman looking for work. The Marleyan who ran the post office took to him like a second son, or else he was eager to appeal to the political wave of empathy towards Eldians. Eren had no interest in asking.

Five days a week he would sort letters in the back of the store, out of sight of customers, and attend clerical duties once the son moved further towards the countryside in pursuit of his own fortune. The father would lament about this often, but appreciated Krueger's talent with a bucket and mop. Krueger rarely said much.

Despite the influx of Eldians into Liberio, the old security measures were still in place. So, there would be no letters couched in innuendo to his compatriots back home. Nothing that would be sent outside the internment zone. Despite the ocean of difference his thoughts were consumed by the home he'd given up.

On his off-time Krueger had been visiting the newsstand. Lately he was keeping tabs on the Tybur family's whereabouts and who had inherited the Titan Biology Program. The Warrior Unit was dissolved on public record. Most of those Eldians who were injected wound up in hospital. Some were stable enough to move into the tenements. The ones too advanced to release were shipped off to parts unknown. Warriors were still discriminated against by their non-Titan Shifting Eldians and Marleyans alike. There was no reason to pretend to respect them, now the war was over. A bunch of devil-blooded freaks who lost the war in spite of their God-like power and cost Marley a fortune.

Galliard and P. Finger were to become ambassadors for Marley by next year, but there were other Eldians with serum in their bodies who never made it into the papers. Vice Captain A. Leonhardt had stepped down around the same time of the dissolution of the Warrior Unit, but he could find little mention of her afterwards. B. Hoover and R. Braun were marked down as MIA.

The same circle of Marleyan policemen in plainclothes would follow him about his daily routine, as if he were unaware or plotting another revolt.

At times the old pull of the Founder ushered him downwards into an endless oblivion. He could drink himself into a stupor, but escape was fleeting. Everything he'd fought for, watched other soldiers die for, the culmination of that falsehood lay before him in an expanse of unbroken sky. Despite his exhaustion he strained to reach out and feel the freezing air against his face. No longer fighting for the sake of his friends, safe in Paradis. 

The Hallucigenia clung to him at the nape. Hundreds of tiny legs piercing flesh. It burrowed and burrowed past his steaming flesh into his brain, connecting to him as he had once connected to the other body in miniature. Burdened with a taste of power, then wielded by an inhuman, timeless entity, he must relearn how to live as a mortal man.

When he was still recovering, the Marleyan doctors expressed a great interest in these dreams. They'd chalked it first up to shellshock, but they'd also told Eren to document as much as possible so that future generations might understand the burden of inheriting their closest approximation of God himself. Eren had thought little of it at the time. What could a Marleyan possibly understand? It was not the wielding itself but the act of being wielded by something far greater and impenetrable to understanding. He had been connected to the Founder in spite of his common blood.

There would be no epiphany or God to heal him or bring back the friends he'd lost. Pledging his life for their survival was a hell of a lot simpler when he was convinced they would outlive him. In the end they would still go on and he would give his life for humanity as he'd wanted as a boy, beneath the old chapel in Mitras.

He slept lightly. Old friends occupied his waking moments. A zoetrope of faces trapped in time, hounding him in dreams. Every night he'd wake up in a cold sweat. The pain in his knee was a new development. He couldn't fix it and throw the remains behind the butchershop like he used to. He got up and felt around in the dark for the edge of the mattress. Throwing his legs over the bedside. Testing his weight. He could walk, at least, despite the discomfort. Nothing worse that what he had endured before. He sat there until his eyes adjusted to the room, underlit by moonlight.

He walked slowly over to the desk. There was enough light by the window that he could write. In the blueish light of the moon the ink stained the page, close enough to blood.

He wrote for half an hour and sat in silence until the sun broke over the horizon. He checked his wristlet before getting ready for work. He was en route to the train station and decided to stop by the newsstand out of habit.

Today was an off day. He'd been so wrapped up he had forgotten. With little to occupy his time, perhaps his best bet was to make contact with the surviving Warriors. They were closer to his own countrymen. If he was to remain off of Paradis for the next two years, what harm could come of speaking among his own kind?

"Sir," the man said, "you're going to have to buy that if you want to read it."

Eren went home without buying anything. He walked about Liberio, considering his approach. He had a few hours to burn. He went back to the tenement with a newfound mania. The old man downstairs had bought a phonograph and was very pleased with it. He'd play music from the outside world. Eren would stand and listen. Even if he couldn't pick out all the words, the dialect was familiar.

Eren shook himself from recollection. The old woolen jacket he favored had a few holes. Nothing he couldn't mend. His upbringing in Shiganshina and time as a serviceman had taught him plenty, so he didn't stick out here aside from his foreign accent. He fixed the jacket to his satisfaction and replaced it and the sewing kit. For the hell of it he did a preliminary dust check. It wasn't yet noon, and he might sleep through the day if he chanced a nap. Exhaustion had run its course, giving him the opposite problem. He was too exhausted to let himself relax.

He read through his old notes on his father's journal. He transcribed a little more of it to the best of his recollection, then walked the length of the room and back again.

There was no grasp at freedom. Just a bigger cage full of people who would not learn from their ancestors. For the same reason Armin had nothing to say to him, and Mikasa agreed to kill him if it came down to it. No soul on Paradis could understand the brunt of what he once did, but neither did he, sitting here with bloodied knuckles and bruises and a rush of blood fading from his head. He'd convinced himself of the lie, for it was simple when he was ready to give up his life. He'd always been so simple, even as a boy.

The armistice was not his only way forward. Its true purpose eluded him still. He'd thought it all simple, back then. If he were to revert his choices and pledge himself now, it would not be for some child's idea of glory or freedom. Perhaps there'd come a day when their faces became indistiguishable. But he'd be long gone by then. He could content himself with that, just as he had before.

Asking around for names was risky, given his previous involvement. He'd kept quiet up to this point. Anyone who wanted to have business with him would've come forward by now. He had little to lose by trying, at least.

There were a number of Eldian pubs he could look into. The Warriors, despite their prestige, couldn't leave the internment zone without a waiver. It was less hassle to stick to the ghetto than deal with the paperwork, just for the chance for a Marleyan to spit in your drink. A boon for Eren, as it lowered the number of places to look.

A few days of hanging around. No one gave him trouble. A second glance was the most notoriety he'd experienced after a few attempts. He always sat in the back and watched the customers.

Today, the usual. A man with a red armband sat at the bar. Krueger was in luck. He took the seat next to him and ordered.

"I haven't seen you around before." Krueger turned. The man offered his hand. The glint of a band around his finger caught his attention. "I'm Galliard."

Krueger shook. "Tomas."

Coming from the same Galliard he'd used to crack open Tybur's shell and funnel her remains, he was unsure what to expect. "My wife should be along soon. We're waiting for a colleague to join us." Eren gauged this possibility. Could be an old friend from the war. Could be anyone. As long as he kept his emotions in check, there was no harm in playing along. "She's never been very sociable," Porco muttered. "She's been taking care of her father a lot. Lousy son of a bitch isn't even appreciative."

Krueger's hand on the counter tensed. "Your wife?"

Porco paused. "Oh, but of course you wouldn't know." He chuckled. "I'm sorry. The colleague is a mutual friend of my spouse. We served together in the same unit while the war was going on." He shrugged. "Now that the war's over, we come down every week or so and drink."

Krueger said nothing.

"Do you think you're better than me?"

"No," said Krueger. "I just don't usually come here to talk."

Porco barked out a laugh. "You're right to the point. You'd get along with Leonhardt."

"Is that her name?"

Porco froze. "I&emdash;oh, damn it, look. If you see her, you didn't hear from me."

"I won't," Krueger said.

The doors opened. Porco glanced over and his expression changed. "Thank God, she's here. With the situation outside of Liberio as it is, I wish she'd take the same train as I do."

A small, dark-haired woman took a seat next to Galliard. "Sorry I'm late." Her eyes moved from Galliard to Krueger and fixed there. Krueger watched from his peripherals as he took a drink. "There was a delay on the train. Nothing serious."

"I'm just glad you're here," Porco said, oblivious to what was happening.

"I was about toe were fighting the wrong enemy," Porco said shortly. "It's never been about Eldia or Marley. I didn't always see it that way."

Eren fell quiet.

"He's just drunk," said Pieck. "He doesn't know what he's saying."

"Leonhardt is still in Liberio?"

Porco frowned. "What business is it of yours?"

It was Pieck who said, "Don't mind him."

Krueger stopped and the silence prolonged itself past comfort. Porco's expression changed. In Paradis he might have been a renegade and in Marley he was simply a had-been. A lifetime of service had conditioned Pieck and the other Warriors to be secretive. Of course it struck him that Annie wouldn't be thrilled to learn he was alive. She would rather regrow her arm tendon by tendon than talk about her personal feelings. 

"I've seen you before," said Porco in a low, uneven voice. "You're lucky the war's over." He slapped his money on the counter and got to his feet. "Pieck."

The woman kept her seat. Porco stared at her in disbelief.

"I have no interest in causing any harm," said Krueger. "To you or anyone else." 

"Go to hell," Porco said, and left.

The woman watched him go. "I suppose that's better than you expected."

Krueger, glancing at her, said, "You're ambassadors."

Pieck shrugged. "Moreso in name. Someone has to make sure Marley and its enemies don't forget the past too quickly. The younger Warriors don't care much about politics. Porco took to it, though." Her fingers drummed idly on the table, idiosyncratic. "I suppose Reiner would've made a good diplomat if he'd lived." She kept her tone warm and easy, but her eyes trained on him were anything but. "You spoke to him before, didn't you? During the Paradis Operation."

Krueger didn't answer. 

"I didn't mean to pry," Pieck said. "I just wondered what you must think of everything, now that you're here."

"What does it matter?" It came out acerbic, without pretense. "It's been settled, even if we won't live to see how it ends."

Pieck didn't flinch. She looked at him with an expression he could not describe. Too close to pity for his liking.

"A week ago," she said, "I was supposed to be dead. Porco will have ten years. Maybe I only have a week left. Or a year, perhaps ten years. Without the constant strain of regeneration, there's a chance we might regain some of the time we'd have otherwise lost."

Krueger was staring fixedly at his drink, untouched. She set her money on the counter with a sigh and stood. He paid and followed suit.

"I suppose this must be awkward," she said, "now that we're not speaking around a gun." Krueger laughed. She gave him a wan smile he wasn't used to. "I hope we can talk about it next year."

"Yeah."

Eren watched her leave. He swallowed past a lump in his throat, then moved on himself. Rage simmered in his blood with no purpose outside its expulsion. A question brewed in her absence, interfering with the easier promise of his early death. He walked along the street, blood in his ears. Figures moved past his gait. He bumped into one and kept moving. A man's voice shouted. Krueger turned to face it.

He'd never gotten in a fight in Marley. Once or twice the thought crossed his mind. But he was crippled then. Growing back his leg just to get into a pointless fight was more expenditure when he could simply redirect his energy into fixing his eye. In this moment the capacity to survive longer than his term limit was unbearable as subsistence.

Years of training ingrained against the promise of a scrap, just to feel anything. The older urge won out. Bloody and senseless. As a boy he didn't care about winning or losing. Just hurting something else that could feel the same pain as him. The shock of healing like a normal man. This existence his father sought to deny him, pitiable and fragile, he could finally claim for his own.

Stumbling home. He went over to the armoire and opened the bottommost drawer and fetched some gauze. He took a seat and bound his hand in silence. 

[goatderman]

svtfoe mc au where (Grainera) Grian comes out on his song day as the crown prince and since mewni is a Matriarchy it causes a lot of not-trans political tension bc they can't have a male queen (-again, and Jushtin wasn't allowed to reign either) and the Magical High Commission coerce/force the queen (Cloud Butterfly) to give Grians wand to his younger sister Pearlecenta, who he then tries the rest of their time together not to resent, but as she was pretty young when it happened and didnt get the wand for years later after he ran away, came back and started hanging with the Lucitor Triplets, she doesnt understand the severity of how bad Grian feels and rubs in it unintentionally.

when she learns the wand was forcibly taken from him she doesnt give it to him, since its a political thing he Can't™️ have the wand, but she teaches him how to use their powers and 'lets' him read from the spellbook. he writes his own journal/spellbook and they collaborate in the future when they get along.

Tango is the crown prince Lucitor with his younger triplet brothers Skizzle and Impulse. Tango is the fraternal sibling out, looking more like a Mewman than a Lucian but still can self-ignite and heat does no damage. His mother Queen Tempra secretly wants/plans his downfall bc she thinks it would look bad for the Crown King of the Lucitors to look like a mewman cosplying a Lucian.

Jimmy Richpidgeon is the Crown Prince of the Pidgeonlegs, looking exactly like mewman with pigeon legs, wings, and voice. Cousins to the Butterfly's, Cloud was married to a cousin of the Pidgeonlegs, Waffle Armistice, who was the younger adopted sibling to Dust Pidgeonlegs who went on to marry Cyntthia Pidgeonlegs, who gave birth to Jimmy Pidgeonlegs. he also picks on Grian for being passed over on the wand and reign and the Pidgeonlegs are a monarchy not a matriarchy and he gets to rule someday.

glossaryk is there but hes scott, who also doesnt like how grian was passed over but doesnt say anything until pearl asks. hes also still neutral so ultimately doesnt care but does think it was unfair. hes not mad tho/not going to do anything about it.

thinking about making gem the ponyheads, maybe with lizzie, scar and maybe joel? bdubs is absolutely that little 4 armed bush thing that always fights but idr what theyre called. if joel isnt a ponyhead he'll be a frogman (buff frog). mumbo is from a tax return dimension and i wasnt thinking of having a 1:1 on the mhc, just let them be themselves bc they suck (lol). Cleo is prince Spiderbite and Etho is a duke and cousin of the Lucitor Triplets.

yeah i dont watch enough martyn, ren, or Jimmy tbh, so i dont have a super opinion on them, i just think rich pigeon jimmy is the funniest option. this would be a canon divergence after the Switch at about Estrella, in this case having Comet, who had Cloud, who had Grian and Pearl

reading back tho, ren could be pearls songstroll with Martyn as her Foolduke who Don't Hate her but absolutely heckle the fuck out of anyone they get the chance to.

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1, 8, 18 for the ask game :)

OH MY GOD THANKS FOR ACTUALLY SENDING AN ASK

First fandom I've been a part of: PJO, back in the sixth grade. there's still some PJO fics I wrote up on ffn.net but shhhh you can't find them. if I hadn't read the lightning thief for sixth grade english, fallen in love with the series, googled Percy Jackson wiki way back in the day, and gone from the Percy Jackson wiki to the Percy Jackson fanfiction wiki (a brave soldier) who knows if or when I would have found fandom??

8. Most obscure fandom: probably the Scholomance Series by Naomi Novik.

18. All time favorite fanfic....ooooh this is a rough one. difficult. probably impossible actually. in fact yeah it's impossible because there are so many possibilities of what fanfiction can be. but let me share SOME though not all (far from all) of my favorite fics of all time. (there's definitely a recency bias to these as this is mostly what i've read since getting back into HP fandom recently). And so a very very non-exhaustive list of some of my fave fanfics (this is a lot of reading material lol). I've tried to cover a lot of ground in terms of the many possibilities of what fanfic can be.

A Handful of Dust by fluorescentgrey (@yeats-infection on here). this one really pushes the boundaries of what fanfiction can be by taking characters that are referenced like once and creating a richly detailed world around them.

brilliant difficulty by @slashmarks some of the best worldbuilding i've ever seen, including in original fiction lol. historically informed AU but also excellent characterizations. essentially a reimagining of the Harry Potter series starting in GoF that has worldbuilding which actually makes sense.

The Last Enemy: The Howling Nights by @chdarling-tle a really good jily fic that does an excellent job as a prequel to the main series (again a great use of the fanfiction form).

The Changeling by @annerbhp need to reread but this is one of the all time greats. an excellent and richly characterized alternate look at the canon series. made me love Ginny forever. the sequel series called the armistice series is also truly excellent.

March Hare by @copper-dust this is much shorter than the others so a good place to start. It's a really really excellent example of one of the great uses of fanfic: missing moments that add depth to main characters. really amazing Hermione characterization.

Bellatrix Black: An Elegy by @thistlecatfics also short like the previous rec, but an example of a different kind of missing moment in that in a pretty short span it gives an immense richness and depth to characters who are pretty flat or barely present in the main canon. a masterclass in how to build 3D characters around canon details.

Heal Thyself by @astolat because it wouldn't be a 'greatest fanfiction of all time' list without them, and this is one of the great drarry fics with some amazing worldbuilding which I now can't unsee.

literally just going through my bookmarks I found a bunch of other fics that could have been included but i'm cutting myself off here because otherwise we will be here all day.

[grandlovescheme]

Daemyra fics recs ❤️

It's been a while since I gave you some recs, so let's go through my current list of favorites. You probably know most of them but some might be brand new to people, and we have to change that! I hope you'll enjoy them as much as I do :)

ain't nobody hurt you like i hurt you by luthien_under_bough

Absolutely love this one. Both Daemon and Rhaenyra are kind of messed up and they absolutely deserve each other. No one else could handle them at their crazy. Check the tags before starting it but if it's not to your tastes try anything by this author, their writing is superb and they have bunch of original unhinged ideas that I just love 🩷 Edit: this fic is now completed!!

beautiful child by sinofthetimes

This fic only just started but I'm already obsessed. It has darker themes so again, definitely check the tags, but if you're not scared of some angst before a happy ending, give it a shot! The author's other works are also amazing (I looove crimson water), the writing is so flowery and makes you see it in front of you like a movie! 🖤 Edit: this fic was previously called back to black

Sucker Love by Cleoandfrank

I mean, Cruel Intentions siblings au?!? Yum. We have 2 chapters so far and it's completely delicious. Daemyra are their usual unhinged selves and we love to see it. Give it a try if you love drama 🧡

Armistice by ginvael

Try literally anything by this author and you'll have a great time. I love this fic especially though, mostly because of the magic system we're learning about... and the amazing slow burn that makes me giggle and kick my feet every chapter. It's chef's kiss, and it's about to get even hotter! 💛

hold the light given unto you by calenlily

Once again, this author is a gift that keeps on giving. I love all of their stories, but this one is the most recent one and it is finished, for those who find that detail important. It is delicious canonverse, married Daemyra goodness to make your days better, give it a shot! 💙

me everytime i see any of these fics/authors update

[anghraine]

I've been scraping 500+ words a day out every day for the last week, and while I've written a bit more of Éowyn/f!Faramir queen-lionheart maximally self indulgent fantasyland, I'm usually so tired by the time that I get around to it that I started having trouble even with that. So instead, I spent the last couple of days writing fic not for the challenging P&P/ME fusion AU, but just pure Mass Effect fic about the terrifyingly relentless but ideologically driven version of Shepard in my current playthrough. CW for a canonical massacre that can be Shepard's backstory:

Afterwards, the raiders abandoned the dead, dragging off a few screaming humans without realizing they’d missed a living witness, one motionless girl among all those they’d killed and left to rot. But Alexandra kept still, kept waiting, long after the sounds of shouting and crying and ships had receded into the distance, after she’d stopped hearing anything at all. Her grandfather’s urgent whisper after he knocked her down and half-buried her in rubble kept cycling through her mind. Stay here, Alex, stay still. Don’t move a muscle, you understand? You can’t let them know you’re here. The smell stayed, too. It reminded her a bit of Armistice Day, the way her parents always overcooked the meat before the celebrations, but more acrid and bitter. It filled her nose while she lay motionless, her heart thumping, proof that she still lived. Not only before but after. The Alliance found her at least an hour later, maybe more. It could easily have been much more, she came to understand later, after she got a decent sense of how much time it might take the Alliance to pick up a local garrison’s distress signal, send reinforcements and leadership, and coordinate the specialized strike forces and search teams, avoiding probable traps. More likely she had waited three or four hours at the shortest. At the time, it felt like days, dragging on long enough that her pulse had slowed and stomach started grumbling before the Alliance showed up to carry off the remains and move wreckage. She couldn’t remember exactly when they’d arrived, or what she’d first thought or felt when she heard them. It would have made sense to panic at the sounds of more unfamiliar ships, but Alexandra didn’t know if she had. She only remembered the slow, frozen horror of lying among the dead for so long, and then mutters from human soldiers as they talked about how difficult it would be to identify everyone. Did you see the spaceport? God, it’s a bloodbath. Nearly threw up my entire lunch. Did you find any of our men? Not yet. There weren’t many posted here, and so far it looks like the colonists were the only targets. Poor bastards never had a chance.

Light danced over Alexandra’s lids as they worked, as the weight of something—someone—lying against her arm got carried off with some of the rocks and chunks of wood. She wasn’t sure how long playing dead would work, or where she’d go even if they just left.

One of the soldiers exclaimed something she didn’t catch. Maybe in an unfamiliar language, before he switched to her own.

“Wait, wait—sir, I’m picking something up. Somebody here is alive! They didn’t get them all!”

He sounded thrilled, far more than Alexandra was. Reluctantly, she opened her eyes, peering through the rocks, though she dreaded what she might see. Some grass, but none of the scattered buildings she’d grown used to. The grass was still bent down, and smeared with enough that she knew it had to be where people had fallen to the batarians’ guns, the bodies moved later. A man was crouched not far away, his face drawn as he studied something. Maybe her.

Other people in familiar Alliance uniforms strode all around the shattered remains of Mindoir, shouting out to each other, bringing out equipment she didn’t know the names or purposes of. She wasn’t frightened of them, exactly, but she stayed immobile, nevertheless. The daylight was so bright it illuminated everything, more than she would ever want to see, and she’d kept her eyes shut for so long that the sun dazzled her eyes.

“Hey, there,” the crouching man said softly. “You don’t need to be afraid. I’m Major Rai of the Systems Alliance. We came as soon as we heard. Would you like help sitting up?”

She thought about doing nothing at all. But these people obviously knew she was there, and they were human. Alliance soldiers, not murderers. Slowly, she pushed the rubble off herself, and multiple sets of footsteps rushed over to help, hurrying to free her.

As she sat up, more and more soldiers turned her way, though they kept their distance when Major Rai held up his hand. She could still hear them whispering shit, she’s just a kid and how long do you think she—? and we’ve got to make these fuckers pay. Alexandra wrapped her arms about her waist, shivering. She could hardly feel her own skin, but at the same time, she was cold. She couldn’t imagine being warm again.

“Thanks,” she mumbled. “What are you going to do to me?”

Major Rai’s lips pressed together.

“We’re not going to do anything to you,” he said. “Now, what we’re going to do with you ... well, that depends on who you are. If you’ve got family—”

“I don’t,” she said, her eyes darting around the pathways that led up the nearest hill to the grain silo she’d briefly thought to hide inside. It was the only building still standing, if scorched, but she’d never reached it. “My family was all here. My parents, and my grandfather, and all the rest of us. But the raiders—they shot something at Paul. My brother. He’s younger than me, he just—screamed and—and melted, I—I—”

She could hardly breathe, and was only vaguely aware of a younger soldier, a woman, who cautiously approached her with a blanket, then wrapped it around Alexandra’s shoulders. Major Rai nodded at the woman.

“You don’t need to think about that just now,” he said. “But could you tell us your name?”

Alexandra peered up at the woman with the blanket, and then at Major Rai, still crouched on his bent knees, yards away from her. He’d never moved nearer, just looked right at her, his dark eyes mild. Kind, maybe. If you could tell that from someone’s eyes.

“Alexandra,” she whispered. “I’m Alexandra Shepard.”

[satansaidnottoday]

Armistice at the library.

Info: Human AU, Satan's Mc, GN!Mc.

Summary: You have been annoying Satan long enough to get a date.

A/N: We do a little jump in the timeline here, we will keep jumping back and forth depending on what story I want to tell.

Monday was Satan's least favorite day. He had to sift through all of the books left in the return box during the weekend and make sure they didn't get damaged. They then had to be returned to their place on the shelf. Still, the smell of books and the soft silence made up for it. From up high on the ladder, he could see the morning sun slowly rising over the shelves and tables. It was such a beautiful view; it calmed him down.

Suddenly he got dragged, his ladder moving a full meter to the right out of his control. He held on to the railing for dear life. A less than dignified screech left his throat.

"Good morning, loser," you said, letting go of the ladder. 

"Mc, for fucks sake." He cursed you, coming down as fast as his trembling feet let him.

You laughed and sat down on your table, putting your books down and your feet up. Out of all of the regulars, you were the only one who would show up at 7 a.m. every single Monday. He wasn't a fan. 

"I could have fallen!" He pushed your feet off the table and looked down at you, breathing heavily. You loved how worked up he got. 

"I would have caught you," you said, grabbing his hand on yours. "I will always catch you," you said, looking up at him with your best dreamy eyes and soft, loving smile.

His whole face turns a lovely shade of red. His hand rips apart from yours, and he turns around, leaving for the counter with a huff. You watch him leave, waiting until he is sitting at his computer to start your own work. 

Ever since you returned to town, you have been going to the library every day to work. Partly because it was much nicer than the teacher's lounge, and it was right in front of the school. Party because you loved annoying the sexy librarian. You actually knew him from high school before you moved out. He was a hothead, you remembered. It was kind of funny to see him put up such a serious facade. 

The next few hours are spent grading papers and writing assignments. Every so often, Satan lifted his eyes from the desk and stole a look at you. Every single time, you winked at him. The last time he sighed so deeply, you could almost see the air leaving his lungs. You took the opportunity to walk up to him.

"Hey, handsome, mind scanning a book for me?" You ask, leaning down on the counter. You put down your copy of Lord of the Flies in front of you. "I need 20 copies of the first 2 chapters.

"You don't have scanners and printers at school?" He asks, turning the page in his own book.

"No, we're poor," you lied.

"Then I wonder why you're the only teacher who comes here to work." He lifted his eyes just to glare at you.

"Truly a mystery." You pushed the book closer to him. He took it and inspected it.

"You're having twelve-year-olds read Lord of the Flies?" He asks, looking at you weird.

"Why not? They can relate to the protagonists."

In reality, your first class of the day started at noon, and you had prepared no reading material at all. You had picked up the first book you saw in your bag.

"Let me check; I might already have a digital copy." He started typing on his computer.

"So reliable; I love that in a man."

"Well, at least this way, your students don't need to read your 'notes'," he said, making air quotes with his fingers. Behind him, the printer started working.

"What's wrong with my notes?" Your voice came out an octave higher than you expected.

"Let's see," he said, opening the book up. "We have 'Oh no oh no oh no'," he pauses to look at you for a second. "Just a bunch of 'damn', 'damn', 'damn', 'these kids are fucked up' and then 'poor piggy' sad face." 

You felt the heat rising in your own face as you took the book from his hands. "In my defense, those kids were fucked up."

He laughed at you. It made you wish the printer would work faster. You didn't like being on this side of the power dynamic.

"I should charge your school for all these copies," he said, stapling the copies together as they came out of the printer.

You snorted. "Good luck with that. They're already paying me with hopes and dreams."

He smiled, a non-malicious smile for the first time. "On that, we can relate at last."

"The woes of government employment." 

You stacked the copies as he handed them to you, and when they were all ready, you pushed them into your briefcase.

"Thank you, good sir." You offered him your hand for a shake, and he reluctantly took it. You pulled a fast one and bowed down to kiss it. Heat returned to his face, and the universe regained its balance. 

"You've got to stop teasing me," he sneakered, taking away his hand.

"Okay," you nodded. "Let's go on a date." 

He put a hand on his forehead, as if you were giving him a headache. "I said stop."

"Stop teasing. That's what I'm doing; I'm being direct," you explained, leaning closer to him. "Let's get coffee."

He looked at you for a few seconds, scanning your face for any hints of foolery. For once, you were being completely serious. He sighed.

"I'm free on Saturday," he said, looking at his drawers for something. After some shuffling, he took out a small magnet shaped like the head of a cat and handed it to you. "That's my favorite place."

"Café gatitos and cream," you read off the magnet. It took all of your strength not to laugh at how childish it looked. Instead, you nodded. "See you there at nine?"

He nodded back, avoiding your eyes. Without another word, he went back to work. You resolved to do the same.

Walking back to the school, you fidgeted with the magnet in your hand. You really couldn't wait. 

Thank you for reading ❤️

[gayinternetsideways]

since we are talking about au's i thought id talk about me and my bestie @chrometheraptor's

So basically, it takes place in a universe in which the war did happen, but due to the threat of killing cybertron both sides decided to sign an armistice to stop the fighting. Even though the planet still functions, almost everything people built is destroyed, requiring a long and difficult process of rebuilding

In addition, the political situation is still tense, and while there is a sort of temporary government trying to figure out how to make a real one (and not kick off the war again), a lot of places are still ruled by autobot and decepticon holdouts, old regime loyalists etc or are completely lawless

Of course this all gets worse when suddenly unicron shows up and eats one of cybertrons moons

The other part of this au is that unicron is not evil, it just has no idea that things can live on the planets it eats (because theyre smaller than microbes are to us to it)

Fortunately due to primus being the same sort of thing (known as a planet-god for convience) and being the sort of creator of the transformers, the radio language of cybertronians and planet gods holds enough similarities to let it realize wait theres someone here

So now they have to figure out what to do about the giant planet eating thing hanging out near cybertron because they cant kill it