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I wrote something :3
atticism in your speech
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
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Category: Gen
Fandom: The WondLa Trilogy - Tony DiTerlizzi
Relationship: Eva Eight & Eva Nine (The WondLa Trilogy - Tony DiTerlizzi)
Characters: Eva Eight, Eva Nine
Additional Tags: Canon - Book, Canon Compliant, Introspection, During Canon, Sister-Sister Relationship, Oh look more instrospection from Bean, Eight's a bit fucked up and she's fun to write because of it :), Poor Eva Nine is Going Through It, Could be read as ambiguous/open-ended if you haven't read "Hero for WondLa", Don't copy to another site, I do not give permission for my work to be fed to AI
Eva Eight wants to find her sister and make a home, just the two of them.
Eva Nine wants to make a home with all her family.
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Eva Eight is sixteen when she leaves the Sanctuary for the first time. Her pack is filled with supplies and her head is filled with plans.
She leaves Muthr at the bottom of that stairway, the one she didn’t know existed until that morning, when Muthr had ushered her toward the control room and that hidden door.
“Goodbye, Eva, dear,” the robot had said, silicon face serene and artificially warm tone pitched in farewell. “I wish you luck.”
Eva hadn’t responded. She’d just left. No need to say goodbye to a robot, after all. Muthr is only programming and metal and artificial organs.
She’s going to find her real family now, and when the next Eva, her sister, is born, she’ll come back and rescue her from that dank prison and she’ll raise her right.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Have a steamy body positivity and mild kink fic cause I’m learning to overcome my Catholic guilt over my kinks with a band pretty much dedicated to everyone with Catholic guilt…
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
I wrote a WondLa fic, third on AO3! Motivated by the trailer drop and also my love of found family :D
Rating: General Audiences
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: Gen
Fandom: The WondLa Trilogy - Tony DiTerlizzi
Relationship: Rovender Kitt & Eva Nine (The WondLa Trilogy - Tony DiTerlizzi)
Characters: Rovender Kitt, Eva Nine, Van Turner, Hailey Turner
Additional Tags: Introspection, Canon Compliant, During Canon, Canon - Book, Father-Daughter Relationship, Wrote this in a burst of inspiration in one afternoon lol, This has been in my head for a while but I've only just gotten to writing it down, Eva and Rovender's relationship kills me and has for years, Post-Battle of Solas but pre-last chapters + epilogue chapters, Don't copy to another site, I do not give permission for my work to be fed to AI
After everything is said and done, it’s time to go home. But what is home, when you’ve been wandering your whole life?
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Summary:
Frida, a young witch fresh out of college, moves to Trolberg to work at the library with her apprentice-sister Kaisa. However, when she checks out a magic-friendly café, she might get more than she bargained for with moving to a new city. Enter Hilda, the very cute butch working the till.
Frida is going to kill Kaisa.
Hello! I haven't written in a while but I actually got this all out this afternoon over tea and I managed to polish it up enough to post :) I may write more at some point, but here's this.
Excerpt:
The late-autumn sun is only just starting to kiss the tops of the trees when Frida parks her car on the side of the street. She hasn’t been in Trolberg long, having moved into the small-ish city only a few weeks ago, but she’s already appreciating the reduced traffic, and with it, the available parking spots in convenient places.
She’d only finished up at the Witches Tower a few hours ago, finally done with all the paperwork needed in order to register as a practicing witch within the city limits. Bureaucracy with the Trolls, or something else equally ridiculous. Frida’s just here because there was an open job opportunity at the library with Kaisa and there’s good resources for college graduate witches at the Tower.
Anyway. She’s tired and all she wants is to enjoy a cup of coffee (preferably dark. And strong enough to hold itself up outside the mug.) and chat with her apprentice-sister, whom— despite working in the building above the same Tower Frida’s had to inhabit for days— she hasn’t seen in forever. Mother of magic, she’s exhausted.
Locking the car door behind her, Frida crosses the street and pushes open the café’s door to the swirl of fallen leaves around her feet and the cheery tinkle of wind chimes. It’s a warm little place, inside, with golden lighting falling over the plush couches and chairs in the seating area, worn books stacked on low tables, and a healthy buzz of conversation from the assembled patrons. The website, when Frida had looked at it (it doesn’t hurt to be prepared, and she’d wanted to know if they served croissants) had advertised that they welcomed all, including the more magical of Trolberg’s citizens. She can see that now, glimpsing a few elves chatting over on one of the low-set tables, and even a nisse in an orange jumper quietly sipping at a steaming mug and reading a book over in the corner. Amazingly, for all the prejudice against magical beings Frida’s seen and experienced, there seems to be none of that here.
It’s nice. It’s really nice. This must be why Kaisa had insisted they come here. She’d also had a bit of a suspicious look on her face, but Frida hadn’t called her out on it. Kaisa kinda of always looked suspicious. This was nothing new.
A fix-it fic for Amphibia because I’m sad? Yeah :)
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It starts like it always does.
She’s floating limp in space, the vacuum cradling her tired body, fragments of the red moon swirling around her like a halo of blood. He reaches out to her. Trembling hands grasp at skin that is supposed to be warm and brown but has turned cold and colorless. She’s monochrome, all her life gone. He sobs, but no sound comes out.
Frobo lays her down, and she cracks, skin like porcelain meeting the harsh stone ground. He cradles her hand and tries to plead no, no, don’t go, you’re my everything, I can’t live without you, please please please-
But no sound comes out. He chokes on his tears and sorrow, throat refusing to work. He’s desperate now, weak hands clutching hers. He sobs and sobs and sobs, but she still smiles weakly at him, tells him she only regrets not being able to see Love Choice 2. He doesn’t laugh. All his joy is gone.
Please please please-
She smiles again, and she’s gone. Leaves crumble like ash in his hands. They’re colorless, too, like her hair her eyes her clothes her smile no no no no no no no-
He sobs and sobs and sobs and sobs and waits waits waits but she doesn’t come back when he knows she should even when everyone else starts crying and day turns to night with no moon and she’s gone gone gone gone gone give her back PLEASE give her back he’ll do anything anything anything-
He starts awake, sobs dying on his lips as reality crashes back in. His chest heaves, and Sprig has to swallow back the urge to start hyperventilating. He wipes at his eyes and sits up in his hammock.
That’s the third time this week he’s had that nightmare.
hey, here’s the deal (we’re back in business) Chapter Two: you’re such a big mess (and i love you)
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The portal works, and Marcy stands in Newtopia.
Or, well, where Newtopia used to be. It’s still a huge mess, and the castle is still lopsided over on a different island, but still. Newtopia.
She’s standing in a more repaired part of the city- sorta near where the castle used to be but far enough from where it ripped itself out of the ground that it’s not too badly damaged- having just stepped through Terri’s portal (and Terri is SO COOL) into Amphibia. Anne and Sasha have already gone through their own portals, Anne destined for Wartwood and Sasha for the remains of the southern Toad Tower. She’d wanted to meet up with Grime, but unlike the Plantars or Olivia and Yunan, they really couldn’t be sure where the old captain would be, but Sasha had said it was a good start. Toads were really stubborn and they probably would’ve tried to rebuild the tower by now.
So they were there, and Marcy was here. Looking for Olivia and Yunan, who would probably be together.
Marcy wonders if they’re married yet.
She turns to look at the horizon (the blue, blue sky and the lush green mountains, so unlike LA), and, well, looks like she ended up basically right exactly where she landed in Amphibia the first time! Though she hasn’t fallen down any stairs yet. Probably would be a good idea to avoid that.
“All right,” Marcy hums, hand on her chin, “if I was the king’s former royal advisor and top general, where would I be if the castle got destroyed?” She scans the city and thinks about that. Olivia usually did a lot of paperwork, and Yunan was in charge of a lot of people as a general, so…
“The royal offices!” Marcy snaps her fingers as it comes to her. “Of course! If you’re putting together a new government ‘cause the old one failed ‘cause the king betrayed everyone, you gotta do a lot of paperwork!” And the offices should still be standing because they were on a lower tier of the city and not in the castle itself. Yeah! They should be there, and if they’re not, someone there will probably know. And she’s Marcy Wu, Chief Ranger! People know her! She can probably get some directions there.
hey, here’s the deal (we’re back in business) Chapter Three: welcome to your world, my girl (let it be your fantasy)- Part Two of the welcome to your life series
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A crackle and a flash of blue, and Marcy steps from the Amphibian fall to Earth’s summer. The sun shines brightly through the high windows of the government facility the secondary Earth portal is housed in, and Marcy holds a hand up against the glare. Terri, hair a little shorter and a little bluer, waves from where she’s typing away at a computer. Marcy grins and waves back.
“And tell me again why we couldn’t just use the Plantars’ portal?” Grime grumbles, his one arm gripping a large bag slung over his shoulder.
Marcy shrugs. “Well, it was just a little easier, y’know? This portal is closer to Anne’s aquarium, ‘cause the Plantars’ portal opens up at her house and we’re going there later, anyway, and it would be kinda silly to just go there, the aquarium, and back. Also, it’s easier for Sasha to pick us up here.”
“And, quite frankly,” Olivia says, pulling at Yunan’s arm to keep her from running off into the scientific equipment scattered around, “Anne’s parents are certain to have all the party preparations under control. They don’t need us running around underfoot. Yunan, dear, don’t touch that.”
so keep your head up, my love- Part Four of the let’s not make this complicated (i know you) series
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Hilda’s having a nightmare.
Frida, up late reading, can’t feel what it’s about, but she can feel that one is happening. Her Familiar’s mind is unsettled, stressed thoughts coming and breaking like white-capped waves on a jagged shoreline. She’d tried to hold it off, but their bond is still so new and Frida hadn’t been strong enough.
Hilda’s anxiety spikes, and Frida does her best to soothe it. It doesn’t work, and Frida concentrates harder. If she can’t soothe the nightmare, then she’ll try to end it. She doesn’t like feeling Hilda in distress.
She closes her eyes and tugs at their bond, grabbing at the snatches of consciousness in Hilda’s sleeping mind and forcibly pulling her into wakefulness. Apparently, the effort and intrusion is enough to snap Hilda out of it.
A jolt snaps through their bond as Hilda breaks out of the nightmare into wakefulness, anxiety quickly replacing confusion. Frida sends concern down their bond, but is met with increasing anxiety, bordering on panic panic panic-
Frida grabs her phone and hits the first person in her contacts.
One ring. Two.
“Fri?”
“Hilda, are you okay?”
“I-“ a sniffle, a breath that comes a bit too quick. “I don’t…”
“Nightmare?” She sends comfort down their bond.
A spark of shame back. Frida frowns. She sends back a light reprimand: Not your fault.
