I decided to make a new post for my fics. One I could edit. Everything I have is on AO3 but this with be a quick list. I mostly write Pompous Pep but I do have a few Gen fics without shipping. Please pay attention to tags after clicking link.
BriarLovesU’s AO3
Link to Gen list
Key:
Name/link to fic- few words to describe (chapters) Rating
Pompous Pep:
Hero- Trans Vlad, Superhero Au (1/3) M
The Strings Attached- time travel,core problems, ILLUSTRATED (1/?) E
Gel Pen Gentleman- Soulmate Au (8/?) T (considering rewrite)
Hidden Fangs- Vampire Au (1/?) E
Do Ghosts Have Layers?- Shrek Au (2/?) T
Are you Gonna Go My Way?- Never met Au (2/?) T
Snowballs, Cookies, Movies, and Halfas- Holiday fic (1/1) No Rating
That Damn Video- a mess, freeform writing (8/?) T
Christmas Drabbles, Pompous Pep Week
Meddling Minutes:
Many Eyes, Many Whispers- Cosmic Horror Clockwork (2/2) E
Death Is Such A Flirt- Dubcon, feral Dan (1/1) E
Vengeful Babes:
Home is Where the Shower is- fluff drabble (1/1) T
Goth Princess:
And I have a friend I pity quite a bit- Closeted Paulina (1/?) T (might put in gen list too, rides the line)
I know a lot of these look uncompleted but I had a pretty bad burn out last year and then.....things happened. I’m still not okay but I’m writing again
*scrambles in* Hey remember that Egg thing for a dp promt we talked about on that discord server *runs away*
After literally 2 months of not writing shit, I'm back.
Here's the animation of the story this fic is based on.
And here's the fic on Ao3
Rating: T
Warnings: Existentialism, Death, References to depression and alcoholism, a lot of weird time bullshit.
Characters: Danny&Clockwork
Hatching Inside the Egg
He was trying to fix the portal, when he died.
It was a freak accident. Unfortunate and anything but unremarkable, but fatal nonetheless. It was not a painless death, but the pain only lasted him a moment. His brain was so utterly fried and his body so burned he was better off losing consciousness before the end, trust me. It was a zap, and then nothing.
And that’s when he met me.
“What… happened?” Daniel asked, shaking. His black hair had turned shock white from the force of electrified ectoplasm, unlike anything I had ever seen. “Where am I?”
“You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. There wasn't a point in softening my words.
“There was… my parents' portal, a big wire on the ground. I tripped and then… the button-”
“Yes,” I said nodding. I have not been the best at comfort, yet I floated to stand in front of him.
He shuddered, hugging his arms closer. “I… I died?”
“Yes, but everyone does, given time.” I said, polishing the clock on the end of my staff.
I watched Daniel as he looked around. There was nothingness around us, just him and me. As I do with all humans before me, I tried to look at his past. But I realized something bizarre. His past was beyond my sight- completely obscured. I looked to his future, and found nothing- no other lives planned, nothing beyond this accident of his. Daniel Fenton was an anomaly- I could not see where he was meant to be, nor where he was destined to reincarnate. There was only nothingness when I viewed him.
He was not connected to anything but himself.
He was a paradox, a past looping into a future in an endless mobius strip. He was something that should not be, something that should not have reached here.
Perfectly Dead, yet not.
Perfectly Alive, yet not.
And yet how very interesting he was.
“Where am I?” He asked, interrupting my train of thought. “Is this the afterlife or something?”
“You could say that,” I said, staring him down as I tried to figure him out.
He swallowed nervously. “Are you God?” He asked, both clearly afraid and in disbelief.
“Yes, I could be called God.”
I did not wish to tell this fascinating paradox that I was one of many Gods, at least not yet. Something within my very core wished for me to comfort him before I figured out his sentence, where he could even go after this.
Before I could parse my thoughts, I was interrupted yet again by soft sniffling.
"Sam, Tucker... Jazz. My parents-"
“What about them?”
“Will they be okay without me?” He looked up at me, tears in his eyes.
I chuckled at the familiar, yet uncommon question. “That’s pleasant to see,” I said. “You just died and your main concern is for your loved ones.”
He looked at me with eyes full of guilt as he wiped the tears away.
To him, I didn't look much like God, or sound like one either. To him I looked like a toddler, or an adult, or maybe even an elder. All forms of indeterminate gender and race. Maybe I most looked like an authority figure- more a beloved grandparent or teacher rather than the almighty.
I took another moment to look through time before I gave my response.
"Your loved ones will be fine, given some time. Your parents will remember you as their perfect son, they love you dearly and had not had time to grow disappointed in any sort of failure. Your friends will grieve but become closer to each other over it, and your sister… she will use your death as a motivation for her future studies and career, and do much of it in your memory. If it's any consolation, even your bullies will feel guilty for how they treated you, and many will turn over a new leaf."
I watched his shoulders sag in relief, and yet my Core panged in guilt at the amount of information I felt the need to conceal, if only for his sake.
His parents, lost in their grief will try to dismantle the portal, but will not be able to. Ghosts will run amuck in his hometown without a line of defense. Amity Park will be largely abandoned within a year without any sort of protector, only to be put under martial law by some sort of organization. And although most leave, his parents will remain to try and defend their home town in his name. His friends will go through intense periods of grief and regret- survivor's guilt, as it were. Samantha will rage and Tucker will shut down, both succumb to unhealthy coping mechanisms for years before they both get clean for each other. And his sister, a brilliant mind who will fall into a bottle as most of the Fenton line does when handed grief on a platter like this. She will succeed, but she will be a shadow of her once shining self.
And still, this paradox before me, I have no idea in my eons of existence where to place him.
"At least they'll be alright, I guess," Daniel sighed. "So is this the part where I go to heaven or hell or whatever?"
“No, those are not where you are to be. In fact humans are to be reincarnated-" I started.
“Oh! So like Hinduism!!” he interrupted.
“Every human religion is correct in its own way. Now please, Daniel, walk with me.”
He followed along as we floated through the void. “So, where are we going? Is there a special place to do this thing or-”
“No, it’s just nice to walk while we talk.”
We floated along in silence as I contemplated what to do with for all intents and purposes was a lost soul, a human without a connection to the cycle. An unfortunate loner surrounded by nothing but those so unlike him. There was no instruction manual on what to do with a being such as he- others had died in similar portal accidents, but had always awoken on the mortal plane to live the rest of their existences before coming to me. Daniel somehow came straight to my doorstep, and had always been separate from the rest.
How could a being so perfectly Other, so perfectly Liminal, find its way here unassisted?
It was confounding, it was wonderful, it was-
"So if we all just kinda reincarnate at the end, what's the point to living for like seventy something years if we just turn back into babies in the end? It seems a bit pointless if you ask me." Daniel hopped between patches of swirling green void as if they were stones in a stream, a childish action that only some of the youngest of humans have done before me in this place.
“Not exactly,” I said. “Humans have the knowledge of their previous lives inside of them, they just can't access them most of the time.”
I stopped floating and took my staff in both hands, facing Daniel. “The human soul is deeper, more expansive, and brighter than you can imagine. The human mind can only contain so much without frying. Think of it as putting your foot in a pool to check if it's warm or not. You put a small piece of yourself in, and when you bring it back out, you’ve gained all the experiences it had."
"I guess that makes sense then. But will I ever remember?"
I sighed. Young Daniel had not yet caught on to his differences. “Humans live such short lives, most just haven’t stretched out and felt the rest of their immense consciousness yet. If one were to stay here long enough, they would begin to remember.”
There was a beat of silence as the boy thought. “So, how many times have I been here already, then?”
I stilled the staff in my hands and stared him down. "Humans have been reincarnated an innumerable amount of times, and they will continue to do so until they are ready for the next step. Your sister, Jasmine, was previously a mechanic named Joe in the year 4,123 AD."
“Wait wait wait... you sent Jazz back in time? Like, you can do that?" Daniel stammered out, unsure of what all to ask.
“Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are somewhat different where I'm from.”
“And where are you from if not the universe or this weird green space place?" Daniel had crossed his legs and begun floating as we talked.
“I come from somewhere else, and there are many others like me. But currently, it's beyond your understanding, and best if we don't speak of it just yet.”
Daniel pouted like the child he refused to say he was. He sat and thought, tumbled the words around in his mind before speaking. “So wait, let me get this right- if I can be reincarnated as pretty much everyone or anyone whenever the hell you want me to be, I might have interacted with myself at some point?”
I smiled sadly at the boy. "It happens to humans all the time, not that any of them would ever know with their memories locked away. But as far as you're concerned, you're a peculiar case."
"What do you mean?" Daniel asked me. "I'm gonna get reincarnated too, right?"
I looked at the boy without emotion. I still did not know how to place this boy in the grand scheme of things, and as he stared at me in fear I felt the need to prod deeper. "I am sorry, Daniel. I don't believe you will."
His expression was filled with soul crushing pain as he sank from his position. "I always felt like the odd one out, and this is just beating it into me harder that I'm some sort of freak."
"You may not belong to humanity's universe like everyone else, but neither do I, nor any of my brethren." I responded, rubbing soothing circles into the boy's back. "Your existence is a paradox, you are not here or there, not alive or dead- at least not truly. How you even came to be here is a mystery."
"None of this makes me feel any better, you know."
"Well, maybe if I tell you what my theory is concerning you, Daniel. it is currently clear that you are more like myself than all of the rest of humanity. You see, this universe- where humanity reincarnates over and over into different people, I created. Every human that has ever lived, or will ever live, is a reincarnation of the same consciousness over and over and over again."
"Why would you even do that? What's even the point of it all, if everyone is the same person forever and ever." Daniel looked up at me from where his head was tucked into his knees. "What do you even gain?"
“The reason I made this whole universe, is for humans to mature.”
He looked me in the eye in disbelief. "You want humans to mature? Why would you tell me this?"
"This entire universe, Earth and all its planets and stars and everything, was created for humanity. It exists so that with each new life lived, humanity's intellect grows and matures."
Daniel groaned in confusion. "I don't understand... They hurt each other, and they love each other. Shit I even tease my friends and I love them, so why would you make a consciousness do all this??"
I stand tall, my eyes gleamed with light in the swirling green void. “Every time they victimized someone, they victimized themself. Every act of kindness they’ve done, they’ve done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by humanity as a whole.” My words echoed with power before this strange anomaly of a boy as my form wavered between ages.
He swallowed, although he no longer needed to. "Why do all this though, what do you get from it?"
"Because, humanity is like me. They are my child."
"Woah, so like- Sam, Tucker, Jazz? They're all the same baby God?" he asked, incredulous. "That's a little weird for me to grasp, but I can kinda get it. Even if it's still super weird."
"Yes, that is true. It can be a bit weird of a concept for someone as young as yourself I suppose." I chuckled. "But they're still growing, and will continue to do so until they have been every human through all of time."
"So the universe... the whole thing... all the stars and planets and galaxies- they're all..."
"An egg," I finished. "And one that still has a very long time before it's ready to hatch."
Daniel sat before me, uncrumpled from his previous ball like posture, and pondered a while. "So what happens to me now? I'm not like the rest of humanity, so does that mean I just stop existing?"
"No, it's much more complex than just ceasing to exist. Although, it is rather strange you managed to manifest in your universe without my notice- your existence to me is not much unlike a secondary fruit growing within the main one, or maybe even an egg with two yolks." I chuckled at the image. "Simply put, you seem to be a separate entity inside of the universe I created for humanity, and have matured much faster than they. You just managed thatch inside the egg, somehow."
"So... what does that mean for me?" He asked, astonished.
"I believe, with what I have seen of the time after your death, I should give you a second chance." I answered, brandishing my staff. "It would be remiss of me to extinguish such a lovely anomaly as yourself, to snuff out young surprise life of my kind would wrack me with guilt. But I think I have an answer..."
I lifted my staff above my head, and allowed power to course through it. "I think for the benefit of all humanity, I will send you back. To the moment of your death. The nature of such a death will create... some problems, but it will allow you to mature fully alongside the rest of humankind, albeit without your current consciousness reincarnating." My staff chimed with the toll of bells. "You will live alongside humanity, until the very last of humans cease to exist, upon which you will join me here once again as my child alongside your beloved humanity. And in doing this, I will be able to observe your personal development through time instead of remaining in the dark about you."
"So, what I'll be like... immortal?" Daniel squinted at the light coming off of my staff.
"It will be a sad, lonely existence in the end. You will watch your loved ones die, but will make bonds with others as time progresses. I feel you will be happy growing alongside humanity; a protective older sibling to it, if you will." I smiled at him as the light enveloped him completely. "Unfortunately, you will not remember our meeting, not until you have lived your life. We will meet again someday. At least, when the time is right."
As he began to dissolve back to his universe, Daniel cried out. "Wait! What can I call you? You're like, my god parent- literally. I want to know what to call you."
And as he faded completely, I answered.
"Clockwork, master of the concept of Time. We will meet again, my son."
adult women aren’t inherently creepy for being in fandom and having hobbies apart from raising babies and doing taxes
the vast majority of people pushing back against the worrying trend of instigating harassment over fictional characters and relationships aren’t incest supporters or pedophiles, actually
liking a m/f ship doesn’t make someone a dirty heterosexual invading your space
preferring gay ships doesn’t make you ‘’woke’’ and good
no one owes you a disclaimer that they are a good person who recognizes that their favorite fictional villain’s actions are evil and that they don’t condone those actions irl
liking a fictional villain is in no way comparable to advocating abuse/murder/genocide/etc and you’re a fucking idiot if you believe that
just because a woman is attracted to a fictional villain doesn’t mean she’s promoting toxic relationships or going to end up in a toxic relationship. assuming women can’t tell fiction and reality apart stinks of internalized misogyny
some rando’s a/b/o fanfics have none of the level of influence that popular tv shows and movies spreading propaganda have
no one owes you a detailed description of their traumas and mental health problems
abusive relationships are not the same as enemies to lovers ships
y’all need to chill the fuck out over people, relationships, actions and events that don’t actually exist and learn how to enjoy and discuss them like normal people
Please return us to a world where Notp and squick are used for a ship you don’t like instead of just making up a load of bullshit about how immoral it is or w/e lol
a short selection of concepts and phrases that used to be commonplace in fandom and we’d really benefit from making that a thing again:
NOTP: the opposite of an OTP (One True Pairing). It is a ship a fan strongly dislikes. The word is a portmanteau of ‘no’ and ‘OTP’ and thus is not a contraction of any particular phrase.
Squick: anything that is a deep-seated, visceral turn-off. Squicks may be shared by many fans or be specific to one; one person’s kink may be another person’s squick.
YKINMKATO, or kink-tomato: Your Kink Is Not My Kink, And That’s Okay: used to indicate support for fannish diversity and to distinguish between disapproval or kink shaming and simply having different taste.
DLDR: Don’t Like, Don’t Read: a phrase used to warn against complaints about an aspect of fic or meta. A “live and let live” philosophy of fandom, which places the responsability for avoiding content one doesn’t want to see on the side of the fanwork consumer, rather that on the creator’s.
SALS: Ship And Let Ship: similar to the above specifically about shipping tastes.
YMMV: Your Mileage May Vary: a phrase used to acknowledge that any given individual’s personal opinion on the topic at hand may differ due to their own tastes, standards, values, experiences, etc.
As the OP points out, all of these crucially imply no moral judgment of what they’re designing.
(definitions lifted more or less wholesale from fanlore’s relevant pages)
Just doing a simpy little redesign, as one does. CARRY ON.
I've actually been wanting to play with a Plasmius redesign for a while because I feel like it's, just, RIGHT THERE. Vlad's proclivity toward formal wear lends itself so well to that sort of gothic/vampy/villain aesthetic, and you can still play with a lot of the same vibes even while changing up the elements.
So...that's what I did lol. I went with a capey jacket vs. an actual cape, riffing off the neckline with a vest instead, calling back to the bolo tie a little, etc.
Anyway. This was supposed to be a quick little sketch, but it got away from me and now I'm making it everyone else's problem. Sorry or you're welcome.
