It’s me, Arcadia, back again with another sideblog, this time dedicated to everyone’s favorite bisexuals, Max Caufield and Rachel Amber!
This blog is for me to write/share Amberfield and Amberpricefield fanfics and also rb Amberfield content. I also take requests, but I’m a minor, so nothing you wouldn’t be comfortable with asking. I can also just say no :)
It’s also a master post with fic links under the cut.
Fics, currently:
None because I gave up on mirror me back im so bad at this kms
I wanna preface this post by saying that this got out of hand.
Now to anyone who’s reading this, I, yes, me, Mrs. Procrastinator McProjectUnfinished, have decided to make a Life is Strange fan visual novel. (I know, so original /sarc). The visual novel was based on a fic I made known as “Life is Strange: Negative Space”, where I devised a version the bay ending where Max went back in time to try and save both the Bay and Chloe, accidentally (or maybe not) linking herself to a universe where Max had stayed in Arcadia Bay the full five years instead of leaving for Seattle.
Now, I needed to give Max a reason to stay. So I devised the wonderful idea of: Chloe is in a coma! But that led me down a horrible, horrible rabbit hole.
The first thing I did was question what would happen in Chloe’s absence. I came to three resound conclusions: One, Max stepped into Chloe’s role for Rachel and visa versa. Two, Max would, similarly to the alternate timeline, form a friendship with Victoria. And three, Max needed a place to stay that wasn’t Seattle: therefore, she would stay in Chloe’s room, with Joyce and a William who didn’t die.
The second thing it did was lead me to question how much it costs to keep people in comas alive on average. After some research, the price (pun not intended) came up to a whopping 228,315 dollars per month (give or take). Now, I have a hunch the Price family can’t afford allat, so I came to the conclusion that Max would be the kind of person to volunteer to help pay for it. But there’s not many ways for someone who’s, like, fourteen to make 230 grand a month, unless you’re either A. Extremely lucky, or B. Fucking your (future) girlfriend’s rich dad. Guess which one I had Max do?
Yeahhh, it doesn’t really end there; never fear, I’ll preface the visual novel with a warning about all potential sensitive content it may include. But I’ll delve into that later. Needless to say, after a little bit of writing and stewing on my ideas, I for some reason absolutely fell hard and fast for this version of Max, whom I dubbed “Mirror” in the original Negative Space fic. I immediately knew I wanted a prequel and set out to begin writing. Then, I hit a roadblock; I couldn’t tell the story I wanted to tell in standard fanfic format. And so, I arrived at the glorious and wonderful visual novel, allowing for multiple directions, interactions, and fun concepts and characters to flesh out. Thus, Life Is Strange: Through The Lens (the Visual Novel) was born.
One problem: I can’t really do it by myself. Between grappling with whether I want VAs (probably not unless y’all got some DAMN good impressions and don’t mind me not having jack shit to pay y’all), the struggle to make character sprites, the soundtrack, graphics, and background art, plus the need for play testers, I’ve essentially backed myself into a corner. So either this is gonna take a while, or I need a team. (Will I ever get one? No. Actually no, I’m doing this by myself. This is gonna take a while).
Anyways, I guess what I need to know is if there’d at least be a couple people out there (not in my immediate mutual group, ilu all but I want to branch out of an echo chamber) who are interested enough to make this worth it.
On one hand we have Max Caulfield. Who, out of self-hatred, a low self-esteem, and a deep belief that she is Not Interesting and Not Great and Not Deserving of being put in a position where she has anybody’s attention on her and is being listened to, avoids doing things somebody who loves themself 1% more than she does would do because she doesn’t think she’s worth it— even when these things she’s not doing would admittedly make her happier. She doesn’t want to put in the effort of being seen to achieve said things because 1. she doesn’t think she’s deserving of being seen / interesting enough for people to see anything anyway and 2. she’s so convinced it would lead to nothing at all that she thinks it would be useless to try. She disregards her own happiness for the sake of what she believes is her safety.
On the other hand completely we have Rachel Amber, who firmly thinks she has Something to say and will not shut up about it. She knows her life will be bigger than what she has in the current moment, so she constantly puts herself out there, not caring what that implies ever, because whatever happens in the now is temporary and there will be more. She doesn’t have the time to wonder if she should be more careful in the ways she interacts with the world because she knows (or at least thinks she knows) that if she does it’ll never be enough and she needs to be heard already. (Which is essentially what leads her to her death.) She disregards her own safety for what she believes is her happiness.
I just wanna point out that my Amberfield fake dating au is horrible and you should never, ever, fake date someone to make your real crush jealous and then fall for the person you’re fake dating by accident and fuck them in a school bathroom (which is also coincidentally your first time fucking someone ever) ok thank you bye