#fic: krabat au

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Five for Friday

Thank you for the tag @ultravioletbrit, sending all the love!!!

— 5 sentences of James finding a new job :D —

James extended his own hand, his left, to match the master’s, and shook the long spindly fingers. The moment the bony yet strong grip of Dumbledore wrapped around that of James’, a thunderous rumbling went through the mill, shaking the walls and the very floorboards underneath James’ feet. He took a terrified step back, wanted to bolt, get out of the building that sounded as if it was about to collapse around them, but Dumbledore stood his ground in the doorway, barring the only exit from James. “And so we are complete once more.” There was a mirth to his voice, now no longer soft and soothing, “The mill is grinding again.”

no pressure tagging @alarainai @where-is-vivian @messymoony @otrtbs @itsjaywalkers

[wangmiao]

Thanks to @godotismissingx for tagging me!!!

3 Ships You Like: shi qiang/wang miao from three-body (lol i know i'm predictable); cheng fengtai/shang xirui from winter begonia; baze/chirrut from rogue one...i honestly realized that i'm all about old chinese men lol

First Ship Ever: joseph chander/emerson kent from whitechapel

Last Song You Heard: an epic instrumental piece, audiomachine - pillars of the earth

Favourite Childhood Book: the satanic mill (aka krabat), a german novel about black magic. i learned finger snapping because of novel lol.

Currently Reading: i'm re-reading the dark forest

Currently watching: mostly western shows like the masters or the air, constellation, and season 2 of trigger point...nothing good in k/cdramas. i might start another zhang luyi show, the red, but i'm honestly so tired of republican era spy dramas...sigh...i already watched three of them because of zhang luyi lol...all i want is for tibetan sea flower to air!!!

Currently consuming: does fanfic counts...just a ton of shiwang fanfics and shiwang inspired au fics with yhw and zly's other characters...

Currently craving: spicy noodle soup

anyone wants to do this can consider yourself tagged. not going to tag anyone specifically because i'm in the self loathing mode on tumblr...i feel like i'm so annoying. and i'm so cringe for loving shiwang so much lol...

[franzis-frantic-thoughts]

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For the fic writer asks: 8, 14, 17

What song would make a great fic (to either write or read)?

Welcome to the Machine (obviously the original Pink Floyd version is very good, but the Shadow's Fall cover is the one in my heart)

Games Without Frontiers by Peter Gabriel

Are there any tropes you would only read if written by a trusted friend or writer?

I think I'll probably read some of anything. I have a habit of reading the first half of things and then deciding the story is done (because generally no one has come to ruin, yet) or getting bored. I guess you could say I trust any author to tell the story in their heart, and almost none of them to tell the story that is in mine, and if those stories seem very very far apart then, at some point, I'll wander away, unless I'm reading less for the enjoyment of the story and more for the enjoyment of having an informed conversation about it.

What highly specific AU do you want to read or write even though you might be the only person to appreciate it?

I kind of want to write a McDonald's AU for Krabat fandom but there's only like four people in the fandom and I know at least two of them are deeply averse to Modern AUs.

I started a WIP that retreads an episode of Netflix Witcher except, in it, Geralt is an actual wolf. There's a wolf!Geralt fandom, to be sure, but it's mostly erotic, and I was thinking of something more cracky and funny.

In terms of what I want to read, I think there should be more Roller Derby AUs. Also more funny modern AUs about the Sith doing super casual fun activities together.

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Alternative Scenes and Additional Information

by Franzis_Frantic_Thoughts

Alternative Scenes and Additional Information to "White Flour and Black Magic"

Words: 2445, Chapters: 1/3, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of Krabat AU

Fandoms: The Magnus Archives (Podcast)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Gen

Characters: Michael Shelley, Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Sasha James, Tim Stoker (The Magnus Archives), Danny Stoker, Martin Blackwood, Gertrude Robinson, Georgie Barker, Gerard Keay, Elias Bouchard, Alice "Daisy" Tonner, Nikola Orsinov, Basira Hussain, Jude Perry, Oliver Banks, Melanie King, Jonah Magnus

Relationships: Martin Blackwood/Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, various friendships

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Magical Realism, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Alternate Universe - Historical, Dark Magic, Dark Fantasy, Kid Fic, Sort Of, Canon-Typical Content for all Entities, Christian Themes, Themes of Christianity, satanic themes, Angst, Character Death, Attempted Suicide, Friendship, Loss of Control, Coercion, Angst with a Happy Ending, mild body horror, Manipulation, Loss Of Freedom, Slow Build, Slow Burn, Based on Sorbian Folklore, Based on a German Children's Novel, No beta we die like archival assistants

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/35218516

[fedonciadale]

Do you write ASOIAF specifically Jonsa fanfic ?

Hi there!

Yes! At the moment I am really very tied up with “The Phoenix Potion”, but I wrote two longer fics “To go South” a post season 6 show-canon bent fic with some elements of season 7 (also my most successful Jonsa fic) and “Judicatrix” a historical AU inspired by a novella by Conrad Ferdinand Mayer.

Then there is “Bittersweet” still a WIP, on hiatus for now, but not abandoned - a post season 6 fic with book elements, three years after the Battle of the Bastards.

There are three shorter fics “Fire touched” (post season 7 AU), “The Last Touch of Winter” (might be the epilogue to Bittersweet) and “Habits of the Freefolk” (a Jon is a Wildling AU).

There is my drabble series on the “Girl in Grey”,

my series “A Thousand eyes and one” with Bran = Evil Bloodraven (two more parts to come),

my fluffy oneshot “Conspiracy a the Spring Tourney”,

my single Modern AU “Mint ice cream”,

two other AUs: “The Trial” - an Ivanhoe AU, and “New Year’s eve at the Black Mill” an AU for the book “Krabat” by Otfried Preußler (one of my all time favourites).

Some shorter oneshots are “Voices in the snow”, “At the weirwood tree”,

Then there is my Nedsei and Jonsa onehshot “Sweet Poison” - a universe I would like to explore further.

I added the links to AO3, just in case you want a closer look!

I’m quite sure I will revisit Jonsa again - once I’ll have finished “The Phoenix Potion”. if you read some of them I’d love to get your opinion. I’m a sucker for comments....

Thanks for the ask!

[lavenderlyncis]

for ask game 🍙🥒

emoji ask game

🍙 - What story (fanfiction or published work) had the biggest impact on you?

Honestly, I'm not entirely sure. It might be the German novel Katz und Maus by Günther Grass, because it brought my love for books back when I thought I had completely lost it. Also, Bram Stoker's Dracula is high up on that list, because it might have been the first time I read something and analysed the structur. Oh, and Krabat by Otfried Preußler, because it's really fucking good and started my special interest in the occult as a child. I don't know if there's an English translation of Krabat, but if there is you NEED to read it

🥒 - What is a writing style/AU/trope you would like to try out?

I was very excited to try out the writing style of my vampire au Can't trust his kind and I think I'm looking forward to experimenting with it some more! Also, the world building that I'm doing for that fic is something I wanted to do for a long time now

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So I've been reading this fic by @franzis-frantic-thoughts called White Flour and Black Magic which is a retelling of the German children's book Krabat and the Sorcerer's Mill, which I haven't read yet but you better believe I'm gonna. How is it that getting into a completely different fandom has propelled me into further research connected with Princess Tutu? And while on there, this comment thread happened and now I'm talking about tragedy and spent pretty much all day writing this post.

And the big, terrible truth of tragedy is that it IS inescapable from a narrative perspective. I am gonna be covering a lot of different things, but I'll be shining some extra attention on my current darlings. And since the fic is for The Magnus Archives and we got talking about it in relation to the fic and the podcast itself, I'll start there.

Without getting too much into the spoilers here because Dad's been listening and has a tumblr (hi @grendelsdad) I'll stick with stuff he should know by now. Fortunately he's over halfway through, so that's enough to get me where I need to go. Especially because if you stop and really look at it, the tragedy began before the narrative did. Last night, Dad and I listened to episode 104 Sneak Preview, the episode when Tim tells us what happened to his younger brother Danny. We, the audience, are getting this information halfway through the show, but it's been in Tim's past this entire time. Likewise, episode 81 A Guest for Mr. Spider gives us Jon's tragic history with a nice little "orphan raised by a grandparent" bow on top. Finding a Leitner when he did is tragedy enough, but losing both parents at a stage when he had little to no formative memories of them is a tragedy, too. It's not uncommon to see time travel fix it AUs in the fandom at this point, but here's my question: how far back do you have to go to prevent the tragedy in the first place? The meta answer is you have to scrap the whole thing and rewrite from scratch. Much in the same way Shakespeare lets us know in the prologue that Romeo and Juliet are going to die, the moment Jonny Sims knew the ending for The Magnus Archives, it was always going to be a tragedy.

And I can go through a ton of examples for this, comb through the little what ifs. Shifting gears from podcast to ballet, what if Albrecht wasn't engaged and was free to marry Giselle? She still had a heart condition that could have led to a tragic early death. And even if she didn't, what of the tragedy of the Wilis, dead long before the story even began? And what about Hilarion, who also loved Giselle? Or Bathilde, who also loves Albrecht? It's impossible to remove the tragedy completely without gutting the story entirely.

And that's how the tragedies go. Giselle is going to die. Orpheus looks back. Elsa asks Lohengrin who he is. Siegfried falls under a glamour and makes his vow to someone besides his true love. (Weird that one happened twice.)

This can get pretty complicated because the issue is the narrative illusion of choice. We think the characters can avoid the tragedy if they make different choices, but is that really the case? It's been said here and elsewhere that if Hamlet and Othello switched places, their stories would not have been tragedies, and there's a good argument in that. And I believe that post expanded on it in the same way I'm going to talk about now, so I'll just keep it brief: it's no longer a tragedy because they're not the same characters. The characters are going to make those choices because what else is going to make the characters them?

People who have been looking at my AO3 stuff can probably guess I have a peculiar fixation with Jack Frehorn from the Chzo Mythos. For people new here who haven't seen all my Princess Tutu stuff before, get used to me fixating on minor characters and expanding upon them. And make no mistake, for as important a role he plays in the story, Jack Frehorn is a pretty minor character. There's one small segment where you play as him in Trilby's Notes and he's the protagonist of the first part of the short text adventure series The Countdown Trilogy, but that's it. And yet we end up learning some key things about him, at least enough to make the foundation for a tragedy. He's wealthy, he's interested in the occult, and he has a long-suffering lover who's getting tired of indulging him. If we take away any one of those parts, we won't have him buying the harpsichord made from the wood of Cabadath's soul. We won't have him being tricked into shooting Wilbur. We won't have him begging for his life from Cabadath and condemned to an eternity of servitude to the pain elemental CHZO, committing several torturous murders in his name.

It's a blend of choice and circumstance, but when did Jack make his damning choice? Was it actually buying the harpsichord? Was it learning about the Unicorn and choosing to study more about it? And for that matter, what is it about the occult that took over his life figuratively before it took over his life literally? And if he didn't take those actions, if he didn't become the founder of the Order of Blessed Agonies, would somebody else do it in his place? From a narrative perspective, absolutely. That was the role that needed to be filled. But from an in-universe perspective, in the actual life of the Chzo Mythos story, I think the answer is yes there, too. After all, the cult lives on for centuries after Jack founded it. And removing Jack from the narrative doesn't take away the history of the Unicorn or Cabadath arrogantly thinking he could control CHZO. It could have, theoretically, been anyone, but it was Jack.

And all of this has been build up for my favorite conflict as excellently displayed in Princess Tutu: fate versus free will. Tragedy is fate, and fate tragedy. To actually make a true choice is its antithesis. Princess Tutu is all about agency in the arcs of its main characters. Duck is forced to question if she's doing the right thing by returning Mytho's heart to him, something none of the other characters want her to do except perhaps the Monstrous Raven waiting to wreak havoc on Goldkrone. Mytho starts out with no agency at all due to being the Prince with no heart, basically being a plaything to Rue and Fakir's whims. Rue and Fakir both believe they're trapped by their roles in the story as the Raven's daughter and the Knight fated to die respectively. Hell, Edel is literally a puppet controlled by Drosselmeyer. But even as early as the first episode, the seeds of rebellion are sown. Duck befriends Rue though they are fated to be enemies. Edel speaks beyond what Drosselmeyer would like her to say. The story is moving forward, past the impasse reached by the Prince and the Raven, but Princess Tutu doesn't turn into a speck of light and vanish. The Knight falls but doesn't die. Princess Kraehe does not win the Prince like her father promised. Edel burns herself to guide the characters that should have been lost to tragedy out of the darkness.

But then what?

Season 2 follows and they all have to deal with the consequences of defying their tragic ends, to witness a new tragedy spiraling out in which the true villain of the piece isn't the Monstrous Raven from the storybook but the author Drosselmeyer himself.

And while I've been talking about agency and tragedy, it's worth talking about horror, about how agency sits in the overlap of horror and tragedy. Everyone knows the moment in the horror piece, the part where the audience shouts, "Don't go in there!" But the characters are going to make that choice because that's who the characters are. Because if they don't, we're not gonna have a story. A well built tragedy does the same thing. Gushing about Princess Tutu again, one of the most horrifying and most satisfying moments of the series is Drosselmeyer puppeting Fakir's body in order to write out Duck's suicide, Fakir protesting the whole time and physically trying to stop to the point of stabbing himself in the hand. In context, this is literally an author controlling a character, narrating the story he's trying to make them play out.

But we can even take it a step further, because the creator is the one who made Fakir take over writing Drosselmeyer's story. Drosselmeyer himself even muses that he might be a character in a story in his last scene of the series. Even though he built up a magnificent tragedy, he and the Monstrous Raven were just as fated to be defeated as Princess Tutu was to vanish, as the Knight was to die. It feels kind of silly and almost perverse pointing that out, that the characters in the story about exercising their own choices to give the tragedy planned for them a happy ending are still not in control. But that is, ultimately, how stories work.

And honestly I feel like I've gone in a big loop. XD; If you read through all this, you're a fucking trooper and I'd love to hear your thoughts.

[franzis-frantic-thoughts]

No wait.

TMA Krabat AU kid fic.

Okay but, consider

TMA Emil and the Detectives AU kid fic.

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— Opening Lines Game —

thank you for the tag @snarky-magpie and @messymoony

i give you the opening paragraph to my krabat AU that i will hopefully actually continue writing at some point

It was the time between New Year’s and Epihany. James Potter, a boy, not quite a man yet, just shy of his eighteenth year, maundered from village to village with his travelling companion. Their hands were filled with melting snow they formed into tight balls to chuck at the other, their heads with the longing for adventure and the uncertainty of where to find it, and their stomachs with nothing at all.

no pressure tagging @poetskings @alarainai @otrtbs @where-is-vivian @starsworth @ultravioletbrit @jmeslovr <333

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krabat au origin story | wc 1.2k | cw: death

i started writing a jegulus krabat au, then wrote the backstory to this au to understand the world better. i don't think i'm ever going to finish the actual fic, but the backstory is sitting at 1.2k words so i thought i might as well just put it here

Albus Dumbledore had sworn he would do everything to make the world a better place.

When, in his young years, he had fallen in love with Gellert Grindelwald, plans were easily formed. They wanted to help, but it had to be in a way that mattered. A way that lasted. It wasn’t enough to settle down and build on some farm land, to hand out food to people who needed it and provide shelter to those without. It had to be something grand, something monumental, that would change the very makeup of the world entirely. It had to be something that would last forever. But for that to achieve they decided they, too, would have to last forever.

It wasn’t until long before they found out about the Deathly Hallows. Three unassuming objects, three tokens that together would grant them power over Death himself. What exactly that power meant they weren’t sure, but it was easy enough to assume that they would gain immortality, and maybe even get to grant life where they saw it fit. Quickly it became the very core of their plan for the greater good.

The first object Gellert found. A book, not ordinary in any way, filled from front to back in rusty red ink, laced with words upon words of magic and wizardry. Along with power to bend the rules of the physical world to their will it gave information about where to go from where they were to where they wanted to be. And with that information, not long after that Albus found the second object, a stone that when turned over the bones of those passed on could pull them back for a moment in time, no more than a shadowy representation of them. Not having any bones nor anyone they’d like to talk to, the stone got sat aside in their pockets as a means to the end of defeating Death.

It was on their way to the third object that they began fighting. It started innocently enough, a simple squabble between lovers, nothing more, but the closer they came to where they knew their final piece to power rested, the more heated the argument became.

It was in Godric’s Hallow, ironically enough the same place that Albus’ family had moved to after his sister had fallen sick, that the Elder’s Book said a piece of cloth was hidden, a perfect piece of finely woven silk, buried with who was said to be one of the very men who had bested Death all these centuries ago. There broke out some debate between the lovers whether or not they could disturb the final resting place of Ignotus Peverell to take his shroud from his aged, dusted bones. Gellert, in the end, took the Elder’s Book and threatened Albus, started speaking cursed words that would have forced Albus’ hand either way, and so he relented, agreed, and with the help of Gellert – and the book – dug up the last of the Deathly Hallows.

They expected some grande something to happen once all the objects were reunited in their hands. But nothing of the likes took place. Nothing at all, not even when Albus confirmed the shroud to be the truthful last Hallow, wrapping him in invisibility when he laid it across his shoulders. And that was when doubt started taking root. The lingering dispute between the lovers only enforced the negative feelings, the fear that all their plans, their working together had been for naught.

This was how Albus’ brother and sister, on their way to visit their mother’s grave, found them in the end. Arguing back and forth about what went wrong, about if they were on the right track. Gellert thought there had to be a clue in the book, and spell after spell he spoke, trying to pull Death from his misty shadows, to bend to their will. Arguing became shouting when Albus spotted his siblings, not wanting them to see the witchcraft they were doing, nor the still freshly turned earth behind them. Words turned vile when his brother Aberforth did see and put together the pieces, condemned them both for playing with things that should never be played with, out of nothing more than arrogant conceitedness. And when he tried to rip away the book from Gellert’s hand was when Albus, too, in a last attempt to preserve what him and Gellert had worked for for years, spoke the words he still recalled from the book. In combination with his lover’s words the artless spells turned into deathly curses until finally the youngest Dumbledore child, small, innocent Ariana, lay motionless on the ground, yet another pile of lifeless flesh and bone on top the hundred others underneath the earth.

Silence fell then and Gellert’s eyes onto the passage, which up until that point had kept itself hidden from the men.

“They all have to be used,” he deciphered, “All the Hallows have to be used at least once to complete their owner’s triumph over Death.” And it was obvious what he suggested from the way his eyes glimmered in premature triumph. Use the stone over the bones of poor Ariana. No remorse, not until the way to the greater good had been paved to its completion.

And in a blinding moment of clarity, with his sister lying dead and his brother sobbing over her frail body, Albus lost all sense of love he had ever held for the other man. With the shovel he had used to dig up what was left of the youngest Peverell, he now caved another hole deep, deep into the chest of his lover. Until he, too, lay there, bones over bones, blood as deep red as the letters in the book in his now cold hands. And when Albus turned the stone over his remains, Gellert’s ghost appeared, laughing and laughing and laughing, until in a flash that shook the layers the world was made of and rippled the folds of the universe Albus got dragged away from all the people that once loved him.

He found himself in a dim room, the plaster on the walls crumbling, the floor covered with a thick layer of dust, and to his feet the Elder’s Book, the stone of resurrection, and the shroud that would make everyone turn a blind eye to the wearer. And in front of Albus stood, tall and clothed in scarlet red, Death himself.

He bowed his head in front of Albus, and with a voice that seemed to come from all around the room, he said, “I bow to you as my Master, and as long as this mill is running I shall bow to you still, and you shall live. But beware, a mill needs a miller, and a miller needs apprentices twelve to keep the mill alive, and at the end of each year, one of you thirteen must join me. And as the Master over Death, onto you befalls the power to choose whom that fate may meet.”

And Albus, who had come this far, who had lost his sister and his lover and his morality within the same night, decided a single life a year was a fair price for the Greater Good. And so he accepted the scarlet feather, which, with long, bony fingers, Death plucked from his hat and reverently placed in Albus’ outstretched hand, where it burst into flames without burning away.

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First lines of 2024: share the first thing you've written in the new year

@messymoony tagged me in this, thank you love <33 so far my writing is not going great this year (but its only been 3 days so thats alright)

The food was simple, yet better than anything James had had in months. Fresh bread, honey, even a jar of lemon curd for some reason, and a rich smelling tea that warmed James right up from the inside out. It was a comfortable breakfast, everyone eating and chattering in between bites despite them knowing they were working on a tight schedule, Remus having informed him before that they would be required to start the work for the mill by half past seven. Once they cleared the table, Frank pulled James aside. “You’re with me for the day, I will introduce you to the most basic things so you have an idea of what awaits you."

i feel like everyone has done this by now.... still, no pressure tagging @rweoutofthewoods @jmeslovr @messrsage @perfect-snaccccccc <333

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And in a blinding moment of clarity, with his sister lying dead and his brother sobbing over her frail body, Albus lost all sense of love he had ever held for the other man. With the shovel he had used to dig up what was left of the youngest Peverell, he now caved another hole deep, deep into the chest of his lover. Until he, too, lay there, bones over bones, blood as deep red as the letters in the book in his now cold hands. And when Albus turned the stone over his remains, Gellert’s ghost appeared, laughing and laughing and laughing, until in a flash that shook the layers the world was made of and rippled the folds of the universe Albus got dragged away from all the people that once loved him.

a glimpse into the worldbuilding of the fic i'm writing. this isn't part of the fic (at least i don't think it will be) this genuinely only exists because i apparently can only think when i'm writing, but it was fun so here goes

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my way of world building is to write an entire prequel story

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me: after the neighbour reg fic im going to take a break from writing fics

also me, literally the day after i finish it: /starting a new fic

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11 :)

helloo thank you for the ask :3

11. a WIP you’d like to finish someday

i mean. honestly, every single one ive ever started... currently mainly the new fake dating one i started but chances for that are pretty good since im actively writing. concerning ones that are lying dormant – i started writing a marauders krabat AU and i absolutely love the concept, but i dont think i will ever get it done. its a fic i would much prefer reading than writing, i dont feel very comfortable writing in the universe but i SO want that story out there

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