Decided to make one of these so that everyone knows what has already been requested and make them easier to find as well!
This was seriously a project! This blog has been running for barely two months and I already have so much material! So, thank you guys for that! I will do my best to update this list regularly as I answer more requests!
An unpopular opinion: The end-game will be Eren~Armin
Happy birthday Armin!!! Hopefully this post can cheer up my fellow Armin fans.
Before chapter 86
came out, I thought, and feared, that Armin will be separated from
Eren and Mikasa by the end of the series. I thought like that,
because of the several interviews that Isayama gave us about Armin
and Eren having a different way of thinking, possibly going in
different paths, and because of the very strong Eren x Mikasa fan-base
(goddamn reddit) that attacks anyone thinking that Eren and Mikasa
could be separated, without any real arguments, other than ‘Mikasa
would never leave Eren’, but still, it influenced me, sadly.
I’ve realized that
my thoughts aren’t really based on the actual content of the manga
and its foreshadowing. However, there was one thing from the manga
that I thought supports that theory: Before chapter 85,
we believed that Armin is a part of the 'defiled race’ within the
walls, while Eren has 'special bloodline’ from outside the walls,
because that’s where Grisha came from, and Mikasa as well has special
Ackerman/Asian bloodline. But,
chapter 86 blew that away completely. Eren doesn’t have ‘special
bloodline’, in fact, Armin and him are Elodians, while Mikasa is the
only non-Elodian character that we know of.
I’m usually quite
pessimistic, and after ch86 I again started questioning how Armin
will get separated from Mikasa and Eren. I’ve re-read some chapters,
and after a long thinking I’ve realized…that all I could find from
the manga is foreshadowing for Mikasa to get separated from Eren and
Armin at the end, not Armin from Eren and Mikasa.
For the military au, maybe give Lance some sort of tragic backstory?? Like his entire family was killed off, causing him to be sensitive to blood and gore. This could possibly be a big trigger for his ptsd. Also, it could be his drive. Idk. I love your art, keep up the good work! Drink water, eat regularly! Don't forget to get some sleep in the mix.
I already have a backstory planned for Lance but it’s a rather normal one LOL My main deal with Lance is that he joined the military with dreams of glory and honor for the Resistance, but this fantasy of his is violently shattered once he actually experiences war. I like all this angst for Lance tho 8) how complex can i make him hmmm
Thanks so much anon! Fetches a cup of water right now
what she means:
on tuesday the 27th my son was killed in a gunfight against british troops retreating from south carolina. the war was already over. as you know, john dreamed of emancipating and recruiting 3000 men for the first all-black military regiment. his dream of freedom for these men dies with him.
I am so happy to announce that my senior film “The Catcher” has been selected for the 6th Annual San Francisco Film Festival! I am honored to have my film presented to an audience of military and veterans. I hope I get the chance to attend.
“Being able to earn money just until our youngest goes off to the military, that’s my dream.” “You’re already thinking about that even though he’s still only six?” “(Father) We’ve been thinking about it for a long time. It doesn’t matter if you work for someone else or are self-employed, people these days aren’t able to keep working for a long time. It’s my dream because I have my family to take care of.”
“우리 막내 군대갈 때까지만 제가 돈을 벌 수 있는거요. 그게 꿈이죠.” “아직 여섯살인데, 벌써 그런 생각을 하시나요?” “(아빠) 생각한 지 오래 됐죠. 직장생활을 하는 사람이든 장사를 하는 사람이든 요즘은 다들 오래 못하잖아요. 가족이 있으니 그게 꿈이죠.”
A/N: So yup this is the stuff that I took out of the story because it seemed unnecessary? Well maybe idk. UNEDITED SO BEWARE. Enjoy!
Explains why Hammy
Hamilton sat next to
you, looking at the open field. He sighed, then glanced over at you. You were
occupied with playing with your thumbs absentmindedly, unaware of his stare. He
knew that you weren’t a man, not even close. You were shy around them in the beginning,
blushing every time you walked into the tent with half-naked men. He made sure
to keep his shirt on around you after that.
But he was curious;
why hide being a woman? Were you running away from someone? Did you want to
fight without being limited? There were so many questions, but no answers.
You looked at him,
your short hair bouncing. He suddenly had the urge to pull you towards him, to
press his lips against yours. Instead, he smiled, and you grinned happily
“Are you okay,
Ham?” You asked him, and he nodded. He shouldn’t be thinking of you this
way, he was already courting Elizabeth Schuyler. But when he looked into your
eyes, a small part of him regretted that woman not being you.
“Let’s get back.
Lafayette must be going crazy trying to find you.” He said, standing up.
You stood up with him, hope in your eyes. He held in his sadness at the look,
and walked back with you to the tent.
Explains why Laurens’s
hair is so messy all the time
Laurens laughed with
you at the bar, your smile contagious. You touched his cheek, and he blushed,
looking away. He’s never met a man that didn’t mind touching other men. Matter
of fact, he never saw you go to the brothels with other soldiers and you stayed
at the tent instead, hanging out with the rest of the boys.
look quite handsome today. Did you finally brush your hair?” You said to
him, wiggling your eyebrows. He touched his hair.
“Oh really? I
haven’t even looked at it this morning.” You shook your head, and put your
hands on it, removing some strands.
“I like it when
it’s messy.” You mumbled, meeting his eyes. His widened, his heart
thumping in his chest. He cleared his throat, standing up. You stated at him in
confusion, and he gave you a nervous smile before walking away.
No, he couldn’t like
you. He couldn’t like James Washington. He glanced at you as he walked away,
and you smiled. His heart dropped.
Explains what happened
You ran towards
Jefferson’s space quarters, looking for any sign of your best friend. You saw
some of her friends walking by, and they were shocked at seeing you. One, his
name is Marcus, stopped your running.
“Y/N! What are ya
doing here? He’ll be upset!” He said, touching your arm.
Sally?” You asked, looking around him. He sighed, pointing towards the
They moved her.” You ran towards the house, ignoring his pleas for you to
stop. You looked up to the second floor window, and saw that the curtains were
closed. You decided to take the back entrance instead, making sure no one saw
you. Some of the “workers” turned and looked at you, but smiled,
waving you forward. You thanked them, bumping into the one you were looking for.
She grew out her curly
hair, it was cascading down her back. You noticed her enlarged belly, and you
froze. She didn’t notice the shock on your face, but instead hit your arm.
“Y/N? I told you
to stay away!” She hissed, pulling you into a backroom. Your eyes watered,
and you pulled her into your arms.
“I’m sorry I
didn’t come sooner!” You cried, and She stroked your hair, and kissed your
“It’s okay, Y/N.
I’m fine…” you looked at her, then at her stomach.
pregnant.” You whispered. She nodded. “And do I have to ask who’s the
father.” She hesitated, looking away from you.
have come back,” she ignored your questions, “He’s been looking for
you all over the colonies. It’s dangerous to even be in the same state, let
alone on the plantation. What were you thinking?” Sally chastised, glaring
“I told you that
I will come back. And I’m here. So let’s go.” You pulled on her arm, but
she stayed in her place, sorrow in her eyes. “Sally, what are you doing?
Let’s go!” you tugged again, and she shook her head, as still as a
“I’m not leaving,
Y/N. I have children here, and I can’t risk their lives.” She whispered.
“I’m not leaving."
You stated at her,
wondering if you could convince her. Her expression was resolute, not able to
be swayed either way. You sighed, putting a hand to your forehead. "Okay
Sally. Okay.” You struggled to let go of her arm, but did it anyway. She gave
you a sad smile.
“Now tell me
about the army.”
Explains why Mulligan
is so touchy feely with Y/N
James was constantly
nervous around the group, never touching or joking around. Mulligan decided it
was his duty to bother him until he was accustomed to the four. So, whenever
James walked into the room, Mulligan pulled James close, messing up his hair.
At first, James was tense, trying to get out of the hold. Eventually, he
finally laughed at the Irishman.
Mulligan grew to see
James as a younger brother, and taught him how to tailor clothes, just like
him. And when James went with Cato and Mulligan out to spy on the British,
Mulligan didn’t have to tell him anything about spying, much to his
Sorry for the awkward ending, didn’t finish it
Lafayette and Y/N
finding out about Laurens
Lafayette stood still,
only his hands shaking, staring at the letter. You walked over to him,
confused. When you touched his arm, he looked down at you, tears falling out of
his eyes. You never saw him this distraught before, so it was quite a surprise
to see his face so sad.
“Laf, what’s wrong?”
You asked, and he said nothing, passing you the letter.
“On Tuesday the 27th, my son was killed
in a gunfight against British troops retreating from South Carolina. The war
was already over. As you know, John dreamed of emancipating and recruiting 3000
men for the first all-black military regiment
His dream of freedom for these men dies with
“No, no. He promised he would be okay. This
can’t be true.” You gasped, dropping the letter on the floor. Lafayette did not
utter a word, but instead, grabbed your hand and pulled you into his arms. You
could swore that your cries could be heard from blocks away.
Plot: The country has been separated into Divisions for population control. An unruly leader dictating everybody’s lives. Families are separated. A group forms an uprising to make a change. It ends up being a darker and harder change than anybody could have anticipated.
Characters: Kim Minseok, Kim Junmyeon, Zhang Yixing, Kim Jongdae, Byun Baekhyun, Park Chanyeol, Do Kyungsoo, Kim Jongin, Oh Sehun, (OC to be announced later)
Disclaimer: This story is going to have a lot of violence.
A/N: This is our next collab! We are SO excited to get it started. Let us know what you think! -T
Minseok POV: I did not recognize us anymore.
The effects of war were tearing us down. Dark circles burned through our skin. I could not remember a recent time that any of us had received a full night of sleep. Mud caked our clothes and our faces. Fear was etched permanently into expressions.
We had become wrapped up in a battle that we had not started. Chanyeol’s purple hair was faded and grown out. He had anticipated shaving it for the military, so he had dyed it as his last act of rebellion. Seeing as we had never made it to the training camps, he kept it.
Sehun and Baekhyun’s tattoos were broken with scar tissue from wounds. Make-shift stitches from all of us with no medical training had to suffice, which meant that nothing would heal properly. We used stolen whiskey as a pain reliever and antiseptic to clean any wounds we received.
It had all happened so suddenly.
The night before we were supposed to ship out for military training, we were celebrating one last evening together. There had been whispers of a rebellion group forming, so the government was taking adequate measures to draft and prepare our age groups to fight it. We did not want to go, but we were not presented with an option.
We had driven to the outskirts of our home town to partake in some wayward behaviors. We had decided to meet in a field we regularly hung out in. Most of the time, we just built bonfires, downed a few beers, and camped out. Tonight, however, we had other plans.
Jongin waved a bag of pills in the air.
"What do you say, boys? Feel like being a bit chaotic tonight?“ We all looked around, and were most surprised to see quiet Kyungsoo grab the first one.
It had been a trip. This was the type of substance that you did once, and hoped that you never grew addicted to. We hallucinated different things. It was an evening worth experiencing before we were sent off to endure the potential horrors of a battle we were all too proud to admit that we were afraid of.
We laid in the tall grass and talked for hours. We discussed how our worlds had changed since our Divisions were separated. We threw ideas around of life after our forced military life. We dreamed of a better future, unsure as to when it’s arrival would be.
As the evening went on, we watched fireworks from a distant Division off in the distance as we came off of our highs. We sat silent as explosions of color filled the sky. It was almost symbolic for us. We weren’t sure what they were for, but we embraced them as a part of our celebration.
Suddenly, a different type of explosion filled the air. It was a bright flash. There’s was fire and falling debis that could even be seen from our distance. We shared shocked stares with one another.
It was happening.
My cell phone rang in my pocket. I fished it out to see Yixing’s name on my phone. I made the realization that the explosion came from the Division that he was visiting where his family was living, and panic settled in my chest.
I answered and quickly asked, "Yixing? What’s going on? Are you okay?"
"It’s happening, Minseok! It’s time. Brace your Division. It’s coming. The uprising is here, and it’s only going to grow."
He hung up quickly. My stomach sank.
I looked back at the others and explained to them what Yixing had just told me.
"Hell no,” Junmyeon stood quickly, “I’m not leaving Yixing there through all of this. We have to bring him home. He’s going to get wrapped up in something he could potentially not make it out of, and I’m not going to let that happen. We need to go get him."
All of us exchanged glances.
"Junmyeon,” Sehun whispered his name to bring him back down, “you are talking about driving into, what is about to be, a Division that is a full blown war zone. Do you understand what you just asked us to do?"
Disbelief crossed Junmyeon’s face.
"You’re all willing to just leave him there,” he spat at us, “fine. I’m going. I’m going to get our friend, whether the rest of you come with me or not."
He made his way towards the cars, trying to find his keys in his pockets.
We knew that we couldn’t let him go alone.
"Will you give us time to pack the god damn trunks at least,” Chanyeol called out after him.
Junmyeon turned around, comforted. He smiled a thanks at us.
I can’t remember the next time that I saw him smile after that.
We hoped that the end outcome would justify the means to get there.
We knew this was started with the best of intentions.
I just missed when I could go to bed without being terrified that I wouldn’t wake up.
I looked at him and I smiled, raising my glass with John and seeing his friends follow suit.
“To the Revolution!” He yelled and I repeated it along with Lafayette, Hercules and Alexander. The bar was so full of energy and light that nobody even paid attention to us although you had to be careful about who you talked around because if you talk around the wrong people- specifically British soldiers and loyalists- you had the possibility of having a target put on your back. Considering that they were wearing soldier uniforms the chance of being recognized as Revolutionaries was pretty high so shouting hardly raised your chances of being shot.
“You guys promise to be careful, right?” I asked them, sipping my drink. They laughed and shook their heads.
“We gotta get the job done, no matter the costs.” Alex said, his eyes wide with excitement.
“I know you guys can’t promise anything. Especially since you are probably drunk off your asses by know but… try to stay alive.”
“Yeah.” John said and he grabbed my hand and pressed a kiss to it. “Anything for you.” I rolled my eyes but my smile stayed the same.
Underneath the smile I was worried that he would die. That he would die without his dreams being fulfilled and he would leave me behind. He looked at me again and he looked at me softly.
“I promise. I’ll do everything in my power to stay alive.”
But I will gladly join the fight
I stared at him and he looked back at me. We weren’t sure how to say goodbye, knowing that this could be the last time we ever see each other. It could be the last kiss, the last time he holds my hand.
But we couldn’t afford to think like that.
“I’ll see you soon.” He told me, hugging me tightly.
“I’m going to miss you a lot, Jacky.” I said, my voice breaking.
“Y/N… I love you. If this is the last time-”
“It’s not. You’re strong enough to stay alive. I believe in you, yeah?”
“Okay. But I am serious. If this is the last time I ever see you… I want to remember the words you say to me today forever.”
“John Laurens I love you more than you can ever imagine and I look forward to the day that you come home so we can start a family- a life together.”
“We could get a place to Alexander and- who am I kidding he is never gonna find a wife. But we can live next to Alex and you can help me write essays against slavery.”
“And I can wake up at four am to drag you to sleep.”
“Oh trust me I can do a lot better than four am.”
“Yeah you forget that I was your girlfriend when you stayed up an entire week that one time.”
“No I didn’t. And I believe it is time for me to depart. I’ll see you on the other side of the war.”
“I’ll see you on the other side of the war.”
And when our children tell our story
“Eliza you’re pregnant too?” I smiled, laughing a bit. She looked at me and hugged me tightly.
“Oh! Oh god I can’t even imagine a mini Alexander and a mini Laurens running around.”
“Look out world, they are going to blow us all away.” I told her and she nodded.
“Agreed. I can’t wait for Alexander to get home. Not knowing whether he is going to make it through the next battle or not is quite stressful.”
“Ha, tell me about it! John is going to South Carolina to try and convince legislature their to approve the all black regiment he wants to form.”
“He should be safe then, shouldn’t he?”
“Yes but I am worried about the British coming from the sea.”
“Ah, I see. Your children are going to be so proud of him for doing this- for following his dream and setting how many men free because of this?”
“3000. And Alexander- he is being asked to lead soldiers into battle? Your children are going to be so proud of him when he gets back. And I promise you Eliza, he will come back.”
“Thank you for assuring me and I promise you that John will come back as well.”
“Thank you Eliza but I do not think I will be totally reassured until he comes home and shows me that he is okay.”
“I understand what you mean.”
On Tuesday the 27th, my son was killed in a gunfight against British troops retreating from South Carolina. The war was already over. As you know, John dreamed of emancipating and recruiting 3000 men for the first all-black military regiment. His dream of freedom for these men dies with him.
They’ll tell the story of tonight
I put my child down and grabbed the letter, a smile on my face.
I expected to see John’s handwriting, assuring me that he was okay. It was a handwriting that I had only seen in letters directed to John- his father’s handwriting.
I frowned slightly and I started looking over the words.
He couldn’t be…
I flipped the letter over, searching desperately for some kind of sign that this was a joke. It had to be a joke.
I went out of the nursery and I opened the door to his office and I started looking at all the papers scattered around everywhere.
All of the work it was incomplete and I had the urge to straighten the papers out and start writing, I couldn’t seem to move. This was the only trace of his dreams left alive.
I have no doubt that Alexander will continue the work but… his dream of freedom for the men he tried so hard to get freed died with him, on August 27th. His dream did- Hamilton’s didn’t.
I heard a knock on the front door and I closed the door to the office again, still in shock. Eliza was waiting at the door and she hugged me tightly and I started crying.
“I’m so sorry.” She said gently and she patted my back.