#eventual anarcia

[cecanardditquack]

I doubt anybody’s gonna see this, but here are the base details of my rpdr season 15 college au that I literally can’t stop thinking about. I have some one-shot ideas but who knows if i’ll ever actually write them

[sexynetra]

On todays episode of sentences in my fanfiction that are physically painful to write:

[eyeslikewatercoolers]

would u do either “calloused palm against soft cheek” or “six missed calls” for anarcia 🙏🙏 (OR BOTH?)

I've been thinking a LOT about this one anarcia fic I found on wattpad about princess Marcia and commoner Anetra in a medieval setting. So here's my little rendition of an Anarcia medieval au (with some alchemy/magic)

Marcia tightened the strings of her cloak as she stepped into the smelter's shop. She heard the fire from the smelter and a hammer hitting the iron into horseshoes. It was loud, dark, and smokey inside.

These men could care less that she was the princess from a far-off land set to marry their king. But she couldn't risk anyone seeing her.

Marcia walked up to the large man in the corner of the room, who sat at a desk with inventory scrolls. Before she said anything, the man looked up at her.

"She sent Georgie about six times yesterday, you know," He said as he continued writing.

Marcia nodded solemnly, remembering the duck following her through her line of ladies in waiting. She couldn't give the familiar any attention, the castle staff would start to question her.

"Can I see her?" she asked, looking where the door was supposed to be. To most, it was a plain black wall. But Marcia could see the faint silver outline of the door.

The section of the door turned sideways and a figure with long dark hair peaked out. "Thank you, Father. She can come in," Anetra said plainly as she returned to her chambers.

The wall turned back as Marcia stepped through. Georgie gave her some welcoming quacks from his small pool as she took off her cloak. She held it awkwardly as Anetra went back to her desk.

Marcia stepped quietly to see what Anetra was working on. There were glass beakers with different ingredients, some smoking and some freezing.

Anetra didn't look up from the mixtures, "The general store is out of flax flowers," She said as she stirred a blue liquid with a slight shimmer. "Can you help me?"

Anetra finally looked at her, her eyes slightly pleading. Marcia hadn't done much magic since moving into the castle. Only when others wouldn't notice, like perking up flowers or fixing a loose chair.

She had to be careful, this kingdom did not take to outsiders very well. Her old kingdom thrived on magic and alchemy, but they were small and poor. Her parents sending her off for marriage was their only option.

Marcia stared back at her, unsure what to do. She felt her magic weakening day by day, using it less.

"It's okay, this is a safe place," Anetra held Marcia's check in her hand, encouraging her. She felt the callous on Anetra's palm against her soft cheek but wanted to melt into the touch.

Marcia held out her hand and concentrated. It took a minute, but a small blue flower grew from her palm. She deeply missed practicing magic, reminding her of her home village and family.

Anetra kissed her cheek, "Thank you, my love," she said as she plucked the flower from her hand.

Marcia sat and watched Anetra work on the concoction. She mixed and stirred, eventually pouring the mixture into a glass bottle. It was a deep purple, with a slight yellow shimmer.

"Drink this," Anetra handed her the bottle, and Marcia gave her a puzzling look, "Trust me, it will help you," sincerely.

Marcia sipped on the liquid, but it tasted awful. She finished it with a soured face. Within a minute, she felt lighter and her soul felt brighter. It was like how she felt in her old kingdom when magic was in abundance and she could freely practice her craft.

Marcia smiled, "How long will this last?" she asked.

"Sasha said about half a moon cycle, at least," Anetra explained. She handed Marcia the letter from her friend who lived deep in the woods.

That would end right about the time of the wedding, seeming like it would give her enough time to plan an escape with Anetra. She knew Anetra hated this village, feeling like an outsider in her own birthplace.

Marcia heard the church bells outside, signaling it was the top of the hour, "I must be going, I'll come back after the Queen's tea tomorrow, I promise," She tied her cloak around her neck and searched for the door.

"Think about it, okay?" Anetra said as the wall turned. "We can be free together, in your home kingdom," she nearly pleaded.

Marcia looked across the shop, "But I promised my family..." she trailed off.

"They would hate to see you losing your magic," Anetra pointed out.

Marcia could not argue with that, knowing that was the truth, "I must be going, goodbye Anetra." she quickly moved through the shop as the wall turned back around.

But Marcia's head was filled with thoughts of her and her lover practicing their crafts freely, living in a place that would never shun them.

[sapphire-to-the-rain]

Hi saph are you taking art requests 😈 since u refuse to let me give you cold hard American cash for your art pls let me know what I can offer in exchange for a drawing of Anetra and Marcia as daisy and gatsby 🥰 (Marcia as daisy ofc you already know the vision)

hi rachel. yes i am taking art requests (no promise on when they will get done snxnckjxc). did u know i actually love you and your beautiful brilliant mind SO MUCH for coming up with this idea .

i do refuse to accept money this is correct however i believe that simply getting to read this anarcia gatsby au when it eventually gets written would be more than enough in return !!!!!!

ps i totally see your vision and i earnestly swear to do marcia as daisy justice <33333

[jinkx-monswoon]

le boudoir (anarcia valentine's day oneshot)

Taking quick, eager little steps, Marcia race-walks down the hall. Anetra trails behind her, with a sly smirk of which Marcia is unaware.

Upon reaching a double-door at the end of the hall, the smaller queen whips around and looks up at Anetra with a prideful smile. Ever-swift in her reflexes, Anetra has already wiped the covert expression from her face.

"Alright!” Marcia puts her hands on her hips. “You ready for this, Neetch?”

“Only if you never call me that again, Marsh.”

“Touché,” ‘Marsh’ snickers as she turns back around. By throwing her arms out with dramatic flourish, the doors swing open.

“Welcome to…Le Boudoir du Marcia~!”

The room to which the doors give way is sunlit, spacious (more so than Anetra had expected, at least) and lined wall-to-wall with clothing of all cuts, contours and colors, in addition to wigs of…well, significantly less variety. Upon entering, this is the first thing Anetra notices, and she voices it so:

“...Wow. That’s a lot of blonde.”

“Heh! You like? This room is the crown jewel of my humble abode,” Marcia boastfully declares through her theatrics. "But I digress! Your Valentine’s Day needs saving, and Marcia is here to answer the call."

"Oh, my hero," Anetra replies, with an affect of pretend sweetness.

Marcia scurries to the wall on the opposite end of the room and gestures to the shelves of wigs. "So what are you looking for? And yes, it is a lot of blonde, but with a nice red piece, I know any of it will look good on you.”

Any of it will look good on you. Anetra totally catches that.

Approaching the wigs herself, she pokes her head around each one inquisitively. There’s a clear distinction between those that can be worn in any situation, and those that are less conventionally styled, with the purpose of being worn for an ensemble meant for a show or photoshoot.

Eventually, she settles on a blown-out, shoulder-length honey-blonde wig, which the self-proclaimed hero wastes no time packing up for her.

Anetra watches her for a moment as she prepares it to be safely placed in a special bag. Once she sees that Marcia is sufficiently pre-occupied, she begins to quietly back away, moving toward the doors again. Without looking up from what she's doing, Marcia obliviously starts to make small talk.

"So, this Valentine's date! Knowing you, I bet you've got something sexy planned, huh?”

“Actually…not really? I think I’m just gonna keep it lowkey,” says Anetra, her voice just a bit louder to hide her distance.

“Wait, for real? Then what do you need the wig for?”

“Just to buy time.”

Marcia doesn’t bat an eye—she’s misheard Anetra over the zipping-shut of the bag. “Ohh, okay. I guess if I had enough time before a lowkey date, I’d probably drag myself up a little bit too.”

“Right? Like, I’m too hot not to do that,” Anetra jokes. Just go with it, she thinks, because now her hand is on the doorknob and she can finally drop the façade.

“Well, I guess if you still have enough time, I can help you apply it! When’s your date, then?” asks Marcia.

“Hopefully, right about…”

CLICK!

“Now.”

Marcia lifts her head, her attention finally caught by the sound of the doors being shut. Anetra stands in front of them, smirking just as she had been on the way here—except now, Marcia is actually seeing it for herself.

She doesn't know why.

“A…netra?”

No response. Instead, Anetra starts from the other side of the room. As she slowly draws closer, Marcia nearly questions her again, but she stops herself. She doesn’t know why, but there’s just something about this silence that she doesn’t want to break.

The pair come face-to-face, and the longer they stand in silence, the more Marcia's confusion fades away, replaced by intrigue.

Anetra reaches into her bag, and from it, she presents a small red rose.

In spite of herself, a soft "oh" from Marcia infiltrates the quiet lull.

"Happy Valentine's Day," Anetra whispers in her ear, behind which she then delicately places the rose so that it adorns Marcia's hair.

Marcia goes to touch the petals, but she's stopped by Anetra's own hand nestling into her flushed cheek.

There's no going back after that.

Marcia's hand falls over Anetra's, keeping her from letting go. From there, the contact between them quickly deepens: Anetra's other hand slides down to Marcia's waist; with Marcia using her own free hand to pull herself up by the shoulder of the taller queen; who leans down as her head tilts and her eyelids fall…

Marcia melts at the touch of Anetra's lips, warmer than the sunlight cascading through the window behind them. The kiss is brief, but magical—so much so that when they part, Marcia is completely entranced. Under Anetra's spell, she simply can't bring herself to do anything other than kiss her again.

This time, she doesn't let her get away so easily. She responds with a deep, longing kiss, through which they share the infinite bliss of this moment.

A good few minutes pass before they're both finally satisfied. Once she catches her breath, Marcia opens her eyes and smiles lovingly at Anetra.

"Happy Valentine's Day…"

Her voice lowers to a playful whisper.

"...you sneaky bitch."

[missjanjie]

Not from the askgame but what are your current writing projects?

ok my actually in progress ones are

- anarcia vegas fic

- btr chapter 9

- love at first lie au (rosnali)

- kindergarten boyfriend girlfriend songfic-adjacent (originally jankie, might change to anarcia depending on poll results)

my ‘i swear im gonna do it eventually’ projects

- happiness isn’t here redo

- 1950s actress au

- ‘hold me’ trilogy final installment

[moonshotsx]

11 , 59 and 58 for anarcia popstar au omgg 🤭🤭🤭

ur writing is adorbs btw

thank you bestiee 🥰🥰

11. Do either try to hide their emotions if upset? Can the other still tell?

anetra is most likely to hide her emotions but after being together for a while, marcia is able to tell when something is bothering her even when anetra is quiet

58. Who’s more likely to hold a grudge after an argument?

marcia 😭 she'll pout and refuse to talk... only to eventually go back to anetra and dive into her arms because "i don't want to go to bed mad at you"

59. Who tops? Who bottoms?

i'll die on the hill that anetra is a service top lmao marcia is a pillow princess mixed with a power bottom

[giupdatecorner]

hello it's 11/27 and i'm having the funniest conversation about the fic exchange but @sexynetra doesn't even know it's funny. so

you may have heard of me once or twice but we are bestest friends now it's true :)

you were right about me coming up with the idea on a drive. it took me two hours but i eventually got to something i thought you’d like (you put that you like angst in your prompt btw. i could not do that because that’s sad and i want them to be happy but i did try a little bit) and oh i can tell you EXACTLY what i was thinking:

help me i have to learn how to write anarcia without asking you for help

hmmmm spies …… vigilantes............

marcia has to be bratty a little bit right? like that’s a must?

anyway i love u thank u for the laughs and for being the person i can talk to about crycia and for being my friend <3 love u

(update 12/14 but earlier in the day:

great news you don’t have to pretend <3 xoxoxoxoxo)

[eyeslikewatercoolers]

Anarcia, 11 on the soulmate au list xo

Luna!! Thank you, this prompt screamed Anarcia when I found it earlier. I love the way this came out, and I feel like this song fits perfectly.

11. Whenever your soulmate sings, you can hear the song they’re singing in your head.

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For someone that has never seen a musical in her entire life, Anetra constantly had show tunes stuck in her head. When she first started getting songs from Wicked and Chicago when she was about 12, she assumed that she was going crazy at an early age.

Until her parents sat her down and explained to her that around preteen age, most people started to get a connection to their soulmate. Some people heard their soulmate's thoughts, and others have seen their soulmates in dreams. But Anetra? Connection to her soulmate wasn't as easy to try to go find them.

Whenever her soulmate sang, Anetra was able to hear the song in her head.

Once Anetra got into her teen years, she was absolutely sure that her soulmate was someone who probably performed on a stage in a theater.

Now she was in her mid-twenties, and the show tunes never stopped. Part of her was thankful that her soulmate probably lived in a different timezone than her, since the songs she could hear ended in the late afternoon.

The part that she wasn't a fan of? Her soulmate was a morning person since she started hearing vocal warmups before she even got out of bed.

Anetra barely paid attention to the show tunes and occasional Taylor Swift for the past two days. She's traveled across the country with her taekwondo students to go to the national championships, hoping to see a win for her team.

Sitting with two other coaches, she's been carefully watching matches all day. When a break in between matches and the competition staff had to reset the floor, Anetra informed the other coaches that she was going out of the gymnasium to find a vending machine.

Leaving the loud gym, Anetra started to hear familiar music in her head again. A song that she's been hearing for as long as she's had a connection with her soulmate.

On my own Pretending she's beside me All alone I walk with her 'til morning

When Anetra first heard this song in her head, the lyrics featured masculine pronouns. Then into her teen years, the song slowly changed into feminine pronouns. As a confused teenager, Anetra had to Google the lyrics she was hearing and found out that the original song from Les Miserables indeed had male pronouns.

Once Anetra got older and discovered more about her own sexuality, she preferred hearing this version of the song.

Forgetting about finding a vending machine, Anetra searched through the biggest high school she's ever seen, sensing that her soulmate was nearby. Navigating the empty hallways, she heard to next part of the song.

Without her I feel her arms around me And when I lose my way I close my eyes And she has found me

Antera eventually found signage for the school's auditorium, and listened to a voice in the choir room nearby, hearing her soulmate's voice in person for the first time. Her back was to the choir room door, too nervous to peek inside.

In the rain, the pavement shines like silver All the lights are misty in the river In the darkness, the trees are full of starlight And all I see is her and me forever and forever

The accompanying piano music stopped, and she heard two voices speaking quietly in the choir room behind her. This was her only chance to confirm that whoever was in the room behind her was her soulmate. Anetra knew that she couldn't sing worth a damn, but this was her one and only shot.

And I know it's only in my mind That I'm talking to myself and not to her And although I know that she is blind Still, I say, there's a way for us

Her heart was pounding once she finished singing the next part of the song, even though she's known the lyrics like the back of her hand.

Anetra heard heeled footsteps come closer, and the wooden door open. She turned to see a tall blonde in a pastel pink dress come out of the room and quietly shut the door behind her.

"How did you do that?" The blonde slowly asked, and Anetra guessed that her plan was a success.

"I've been hearing that song in my head since I was twelve years old. I hear it almost every week." Anetra explained, carefully watching her soulmate's facial expressions. She hesitantly continued "I think we're soulmates."

"Are you the one that's been making me hear K-pop music randomly?" they asked, and Anetra snorted.

"You can blame my friend Aura for that. She plays it all the time in her car." That was probably the only time that Anetra actually sang along to music, Aura always played the catchiest K-pop songs.

"I'm Marcia." they held out their hand and smiled.

"Anetra, it's nice to finally meet you." She gently took the hand, she can finally put a name and face to the voice she's become so fond of.

"I've got to get back to my student, I teach voice lessons on the weekends." Marcia explained "But maybe we could trade numbers and talk more later?" they suggested.

Anetra nodded and passed Marcia her unlocked phone, "Sounds perfect, I've got to get going as well. I'm actually here for the taekwondo competition that's here too." she remembered that she had to get back to her students in the competition.

As the two said their goodbyes, and Anetra found her way back to the gymnasium, watching the matches again, she saw a new text message pop up on her phone.

Marcia: Unless you're interested in voice lessons, please stick to martial arts ;)

[sexynetra]

if u still taking asks , 8 for anarcia

8. “Wow, so it’s my fault”

I am always taking asks, my love!! <3 all the prompt requests in my asks will someday be answered that is a promise I have to myself 😂

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“Wow, so it’s my fault.” Anetra crossed her arms over her chest, glaring over at her best friend. Marcia was unfazed, glaring right back.

“It quite literally is your fault, yes! You’re the one who insisted your stupid bike could make it all the way to LA without stopping for gas. And now we’re stuck in the middle of nowhere desert with no phone service and we’re probably gonna get murdered the second night falls and it’s completely and entirely your fault.” She huffed out, kicking the tire of the offending bike just to get out some of the pent up frustration.

“Hey! Be careful, you’re gonna damage her frame,” Anetra snapped and Marcia barely held back her eye roll. How Anetra could worry about that at a time like this was beyond her.

“You’d better have a plan to get us out of here if you expect me to care about a hunk of metal.” She grumbled out, still glaring at the bike propped up on the side of the dusty road.

After a moment she felt a hand on her shoulder and glanced over to find Anetra had moved beside her. “Look… it was an accident, okay? I’m sorry. I can usually make the trip no problem. I just forgot to account for both of us. It’s only about a two mile walk to the nearest town, we can find a phone and call for a tow. We'll be out of here in no time."

Marcia was silent for a beat too long, and Anetra started to pull her hand away, before Marcia reached up to stop her from moving. "Fine, let's go. But i'm not forgiving you until we safely reach the hotel in LA."

Anetra let out a relieved laugh, squeezing her shoulder lightly, and Marcia leaned into the touch, her own anxiety about the situation melting away slightly with the contact. "You can stay mad as long as you need, as long as you forgive me in full eventually." She murmured. "Now come on. We should get going while theres still daylight."

[jinkx-monswoon]

ANARCIA AU IDEA

marcia is a huge fan who stands front row at all of anetra's shows

anetra eventually notices that pattern and starts acknowledging marcia during her routines, perhaps winking at her or even pointing at her in the crowd...

and eventually one night during a show, MID-SONG, anetra leans over the stage...and hands marcia a slip of paper with her number on it 😳

[moonshotsx]

PROMPTS/FICS MASTER POST

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PROMPTS

AUs that consist of headcanons & under 2k words prompts

Current AUs

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🎤 popstar au

ship(s): anarcia, spice/loosey, roura

summary: anetra's world is turned upside down when she is contacted to choreograph pop sensation marcia's latest single. what happens when she eventually falls in love with the singer?

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👑 princess au

ship(s): sashnarcia

summary: marcia thought her life was over when she was destined to marry a prince she didn’t even know. little did she know an accidental run in two strangers could give her the freedom she desperately wanted.

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🌺 flower shop au

ship(s): sashnetra

summary: sasha is the proud owner of the successful of the flower shop 'mother flower' when one day a new business opens right in front of her shop: the tattoo studio 'lost duckling', owned by a new face in town, anetra.

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♣️ nightclub au

ship(s): sashnetra

summary: anetra wishes his first time talking to his long time crush of drag performer sasha colby didn't involve almost puking on her shoes after someone tampered with his drink at the club, but he's determined to make the most out of this newly found friendship with sasha... or maybe it's something more than just a friendship?

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👛 sb kam au

ship(s): kam/dame/paloma

summary: kam had no idea how much his world would change when he met two women during one of his nights off from work. turned out, going home with them was the best decision of his life.

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🩺 single dad dame au

ship(s): kam/dame

summary: dame has got his hands full between his job as a physician and a 6 months old daughter, sylvie. he didn't think he'd have time to find love, but a certain blond pastry chef is about to change is mind.

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Other AUs

🛏️ neighbors au - jasco, camgeria, pillby, dajorion (playlist)

💐 florist au - jasco, camgeria

🏴‍☠️ pirate au - jasyasco, camgeria, pillby, jorion, kam/dame/paloma

😈 demon au - jasco

☕ coffee shop au - jasco

👠 burlesque au - jasco, pillby

🧛🏻‍♀️ vampire au - jasco, dayasco

🎷 showgirl au - jasco

🏀 love triangle au - jasco, jasya

👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 fake dating au - dayasco, camine

🩰 dance rivals au - camsco

⛪ succubus au - jasco

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