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eeveearoace-creative · 5 months

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my first wip wednesday! yippee! <3

this is for a warriors fic i'm working on based on a clangen game <3 keeping the name a secret for now! but hopefully i'll actually get to posting something soon >:)

Cold mud stuck to Ferret’s fur as he turned in his nest, trying to get warm. He draped his tail over his nose, half to warm himself and half to hide the smell of must and decay invading his nostrils.

His tail hovered above his nose for a moment before something cold and wet splattered over his muzzle. Blinking his weary eyes open, Ferret swatted at his muzzle, trying to wipe away the mud with his mud-covered paws, leaving his muzzle an even dingier mess than it was before.

Grumbling, Ferret began to wash one of his forepaws, spitting mud out of his mouth. Why did he make his nest in a patch of mud? And why wasn’t there any moss?

Wait. Where am I?

Lifting his head, Ferret finally took in his surroundings. Large, looming trees stretched towards a black, starless sky, barely discernible beyond the jumble of tree branches. There was no moon, although it was definitely past moon-high. Darkness stretched out in every direction, inky, black mud filling the spaces between gnarled tree roots, only the occasional patch of dying grass popping out of the ground like broken claw-tips.

Ferret shuddered, not entirely from the cold.

“Ah, Ferret. I’ve been watching you for a long time now. I believe it’s time we finally met.”

Ferret spun around, wide eyes landing on a white she-cat. The darkness highlighted a patch of pale-yellow fur on her otherwise snow-white pelt, but Ferret’s eyes were drawn to the black mud coating her paws and lower legs, although the stranger didn’t seem bothered by it. Instead, her pale-green eyes seemed focused on Ferret, her lips pulled into something knowing and mischievous.

“What - who are-”

“Yes, I suppose you wouldn’t know who I am,” the stranger mused, although Ferret got the feeling that the stranger was talking to herself more than she was talking to him. “No matter. My name is Lavendertrail.”

... later...

Sunlight warmed Ferret’s fur as he slowly blinked his eyes open.

Soft, fresh moss lined the nest he had made only yesterday. Rabbit-soft clouds drifted lazily through a bright blue sky, a peaceful breeze carrying birdsong to his ears and tickling his whiskers.

Yawning, Ferret turned in his nest, nestling deeper within the moss. Clean, earthy scents filled his sense of smell, erasing the dank, musty smells from his dream.

His paws were caked with mud.

#wip wednesday #writing wip

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eeveearoace-creative · 6 months

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hiya!! just wanted to be asked if I can get added to your warriors taglist :>

sorry for the late response, but yeah, of course! :D

#stupidshinyevie #tag list #not creative project #not writing #not art #not writing or art

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eeveearoace-creative · 7 months

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a speech about goncharov i made for my public speaking class!

note: this is not exactly what will be spoken for my class, as i am not reading my speech word-for-word. however, this is an outline of the speech i will be presenting, and i thought y'all might be interested in seeing it.

Introduction:

The purpose of my speech is to inform my audience of the fake movie “Goncharov” and how it has impacted me. My goal is to inform my audience of how the fake movie “Goncharov” came to be and of the value it has.

By a quick show of hands, how many of you have seen or heard of Goncharov before? [Quick pause as I wait for no hands – or almost no hands – to go up.] Alright. So, Goncharov was a 1973 mafia movie supported by Martin Scorsese, and has been widely regarded as the greatest mafia movie of all time. It’s about the Russian mafia in Naples, Italy, and follows a variety of characters such as Goncharov himself, Katya, who is Goncharov’s wife, Audrei “The Banker” Daddano, and my personal favorite, Joseph “Ice Pick Joe” Morelli, with actors such as Robert De Niro, Cybill Shepherd, Harvey Keitel, and Lynda Carter. So, why have you never heard of this movie before? Well, everything I just told you? It’s all a lie. It’s all made up. Goncharov? Yeah. It never actually existed.

I remember being part of the Goncharov fandom as it first blew up on Tumblr in late 2022. It was a great source of joy for me and made a significant impact on Tumblr’s culture. I am going to show my audience how Goncharov came to be, the creativity is spawned, and briefly reflect on how the website it originated on was vital for its growth.

So, what is Goncharov, and what is going on here?

Origins:

Goncharov was a fake movie created by Tumblr in late 2022.

Sometime prior to August 22nd, 2020, Tumblr user ZootyCoon posted a photograph of knockoff boots they had bought that advertised a non-existent movie, Goncharov, on them, claiming that Goncharov was “the greatest mafia movie of all time.” In response, on August 22nd, 2020, another Tumblr user, AbandonedAmbition, commented “This idiot hasn’t seen Goncharov”, which was then added to the post itself by Tumblr user LoserMo.

While ZootyCoon’s original post did receive some attention, it wasn’t until November 18th, 2022 that Goncharov truly hit it off as a cultural phenomenon, thanks to Tumblr user Beelzeebub, who posted a fan-made poster for Goncharov, receiving almost 20,000 likes and over 15,000 reblogs in three days.

Fandom:

As it turns out, you don't actually need a piece of media to be real in order for a fandom to form around it.

Countless fanworks were created for Goncharov, including fanart, fanfiction, music, scene analysis and analysis of motifs, gif sets, memes, and so much more. As mentioned in a YouTube video by YouTuber ColeyDoesThings, there was even a time where Goncharov had more fanfiction on a popular fanfiction website than James Cameran’s Avatar, the highest grossing movie of all time.

So much lore was being created for Goncharov in such a short amount of time that efforts had to be made to record it all. Multiple individuals attempted to create a “master copy” of Goncharov’s lore, including what is now a 48-page Google doc that includes a plot summary, brief descriptions of various scenes, and links and sources to various contributors.

But Goncharov could not be contained just to Tumblr. Various media outlets, such as The New York Times, The Guardian, Forbes, and The Washington Post all posted articles about Goncharov, an internet phenomenon.

Tumblr:

But, why? Why this fake movie, and why on Tumblr of all places?

As a social media site, Tumblr has an incredibly weird culture. There are no public follower counts, no verification for users, and a whole array of weird social rules. But one thing that really makes Tumblr special is the interaction between large and small blogs alike. Because anyone can and is encouraged to create their own content and add to others’ content, something like Goncharov could very quickly become a “yes, and” game among Tumblr’s users.

Tumblr is also very much a “fandom” site. Fanart, fanfiction, and other fanworks dominate the website, and Goncharov in its heyday was no exception. Interactions between fans and fan creators is what really causes fandoms to grow and survive, so it makes sense that Goncharov thrived the way it did considering how easy it was to find fellow fans. With no pressure to reveal your “true” self, there’s a lot less pressure when you share what you’ve created.

Conclusion:

So, what can we learn here?

The fake movie “Goncharov” was unintentionally created by a tag on a pair of off-brand boots but didn’t truly become popular until Beelzebub’s poster. Fandom quickly grew around it, creating countless fanworks, but Tumblr’s unique culture as a social media site is what truly allowed it to thrive.

There is joy and creativity in unusual places. Whether or not you believe Goncharov to be a waste of time, the popularity of a fake movie says something about the human fascination with stories. Thank you.

#writing #my writing #speech #written speech #goncharov

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eeveearoace-creative · 7 months

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cws: gore, blood, death, no happy ending

summoning the eevee simps: @arcadiii, @cl-oudyca-kes, @coconurt, @goodartitude, @karamelys, @peachpaws0, @traveleroffarawayplaces

[if you want to be added/removed from the amphibia and/or warriors tag list(s), just let me know!!]

also. this was inspired by some things arcadi said. so. yes you should be afraid </3

#gore #death #blood #hurt #hurt no comfort #major character death #angst #fanfic #my fanfic #writing #my writing #amphibia #amphibia fanfic

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eeveearoace-creative · 8 months

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chapter two!!!!! <3333333333333333333

cw: (child) abuse, (non-sexual) grooming, torture, stockholm syndrome, torture, (emotional) manipulation, gaslighting, blood, pain, generational trauma, suicidal thoughts, self-hate

summoning the eevee simps: @arcadiii, @cl-oudyca-kes, @coconurt, @goodartitude, @karamelys, @peachpaws0, @traveleroffarawayplaces

[if you want to be added/removed from the amphibia and/or warriors tag list(s), just let me know!!]

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eeveearoace-creative · 8 months

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Since Goncharov is trending again, I want finally to share the poster I made a few months back! Unfortunately, I couldn't find the original image I used to create it (I looked for the photo, I really did! But I lost a record of it when I got my new computer). But anyway! Please enjoy this poster. I like it a lot :)

[Image ID: A movie poster for the fake movie "Goncharov". There is a black-and-white photo of a clock-tower. Near the top, text reads: "Martin Scorsese Presents / Goncharov / A film by Matteo JWHJ0715". A bit below that, text reads: "Robert De Niro as Goncharov / Harvey Keitel as Andrey Daddano / Cybill Shepherd as Katya Goncharov". Text near the bottom reads: "Domenico Procacci - Producer, Roy Walker - Set Designer, Micheal Kaptan - Costume Designer, Sophia Loren - Actor (Sofia Daddano), John Cazale - Actor (Joseph "Ice Pick Joe" Morelli), Al Pacino - Actor (Mario Ambrosini), Gene Hackman - Actor (Valrey Michailov), Lynda Carter - Actor (Dancer #2)". In the corner there is a logo for "Tumblr Studios", as well as an "R" age rating - "Restricted - Under 17 required accompanying parent or adult company". End ID]

#goncharov #goncharov movie #goncharov movie post #art #my art #movie poster #unreality #i mean. i did make this poster. but goncharov as a thing isn't real #not writing #not fanfic

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eeveearoace-creative · 9 months

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After Marcy Wu was stabbed King Andrias, The Core decides not to possess her. Identifying Marcy as a potential threat, The Core decides to kill her, but Andrias, having grown attached to the human child he now views as his own daughter, begs it to spare her, convincing it that she could be used as bait for Anne and Sasha. Convinced he knows whats best for her, Andrias tries to mold Marcy into the perfect daughter - no matter the consequences.

cw: (child) abuse, (non-sexual) grooming, torture, stockholm syndrome, torture, (emotional) manipulation, gaslighting, blood, pain, generational trauma

summoning the eevee simps: @arcadiii, @cl-oudyca-kes, @coconurt, @goodartitude, @karamelys, @peachpaws0, @traveleroffarawayplaces

[if you want to be added/removed from the amphibia and/or warriors tag list(s), just let me know!!]

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eeveearoace-creative · 10 months

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would anyone like some? uh. uh. uhhhh. emotional damage :)))?

this is inspired by @arcadiii fics! so! beware <3!

cw: blood, death, violence, possession, self hatred

summoning the eevee simps: @cl-oudyca-kes, @coconurt, @goodartitude, @karamelys, @peachpaws0, @traveleroffarawayplaces

[if you want to be added/removed from the amphibia and/or warriors tag list(s), just let me know!!]

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eeveearoace-creative · 10 months

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Marcy shows Sprig some fidget toys. <3

#i still adore this #re-upload from ao3 #kaivee re-upload from ao3

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eeveearoace-creative · 10 months

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cw: violence, injury, death, possession, lack of happy ending, old writing (ew)

Anne groaned as she pushed herself up.

Where am I?

A chain tugged on Anne's ankle as she sat up. Her whole body ached, and her heart sank even lower as she looked around at cold gray walls and prison bars ahead of her. Sasha was unconscious in the cell across from her, although she had more restraints than Anne did.

The brown-haired girl braced herself as memories came flooding back – finding a way back to Amphibia with the Plantars – her parents’ fear that she wouldn’t come back, and her promise that she would – becoming friends with Sasha again after they had some tough conversations – and of course, the rescue mission to save Marcy after learning she had somehow survived Andrias’s sword.

Unfortunately, the rescue mission hadn’t gone well. While both Wartwood and Toad Tower were involved in the rebellion, Andrias’s robot army was just too strong. Anne wasn’t sure how many Amphibians had died during the rescue mission turned battle, and honestly, she was scared to know. She thought that she’d be able to protect everybody as long as she had access to her calamity powers, but they weren’t enough; and now, she was chained up and in a cell.

Taking a deep breath, Anne focused, trying to tap back into her calamity powers. They weren’t a promise that nobody would get hurt, clearly, but they should at least be enough for them to escape.

Nothing happened.

Anne frowned. She guessed that she could be tired – a lot had happened and being in her calamity form used up a lot of energy – but she couldn’t even feel the familiar sparking sensation that had always accompanied her powers as energy flowed through her.

“Ugh... where...?”

Anne snapped her attention to the now-awake Sasha in the cell across from her.

“Anne?” she groaned, clutching her side. “What happened? Where is everyone?”

“I don’t know,” the brown-haired girl admitted. “I only woke up a second ago. The last thing I remember is getting punched into a wall.”

Anne howled in pain as a laser shot through her arm. She paused in the air, instinctively reaching over to her injured arm; she only hesitated for a moment, but that was all Andrias needed to slam her body into the wall. Her calamity powers fizzled out as she fell unconscious, the world going dark.

“Why is this place so empty?” Sasha wondered aloud, squinting as she looked around the dungeon.

“Maybe everybody else made it out safely?” Anne suggested, worry forming a tight knot in her stomach.

Sasha blinked sympathetically at her but didn’t offer up another solution. She didn’t have to.

Anne took a deep breath, focusing on her connection to the blue calamity gem. Despite not having them for very long, her calamity powers already felt like an inherent part of who she was. Without them, she probably would have been dead a long time ago.

“Either way, we need to get out of here,” Sasha pointed out, bring Anne back to the present. “We can figure out a plan later.”

Anne nodded. Reaching for her calamity powers, she looked over to Sasha’s cell, aiming to teleport over.

And stayed where she was.

Anne’s eyes went wide with panic as Sasha’s eyebrows furrowed. The brown-haired girl desperately tried to access her powers, beginning to freak out as nothing happened.

“I can’t feel them,” she whispered.

There was a lot Anne didn’t know about her calamity powers, but what she did know was that they were connected to her emotions. So, if she couldn’t use them now, well...

“My calamity powers are gone.”

Sasha took a deep breath, rubbing her temples, clearly trying not to panic.

“Okay, um.” The blond-haired girl sighed. “There’s gotta be some other way to get out of here.”

“How?” Anne whimpered.

“I don’t know, Anne! But we have to.” Sasha squeezed her eyes shut and slid to the ground, shaking.

Anne wanted so badly to wrap her friend in a hug. But since that wasn’t an option right now, she reached her arm out of the bars as far as she could. The other girl opened her eyes a moment later, noticing Anne. Smiling sadly, she squeezed her own arm out of the bars, reaching for her. Stretching as far as she could, Anne’s fingertips brushed against Sasha’s, both girls sighing when they realized that was as close as they could get.

Sasha snapped her hand back as the sound of footsteps echoed through the prison. Anne stiffened, drawing her own arm back to her side as well. She had a guess as to who it was, but she hoped it was someone else.

Unfortunately, her guess was correct.

Sasha’s eyes blazed with fury as Andrias stepped into view.

“Enjoying your stay?” the newt laughed.

“Where’s Marcy?” Sasha roared. “We know she’s alive. Now, where is she?”

“Right here.”

Both Anne and Sasha froze as a girl stepped forward, her eyes hidden by the hood of her cloak.

“Marcy...?” Anne whispered, tears forming in her eyes. “Oh my god, you’re really alive...”

“Oh, no, Wit’s been dead for a long time,” Marcy giggled sadistically, pulling up her hood to reveal thirteen glowing orange eyes with frog-shaped yellow pupils.

Anne wanted to vomit. She suddenly wished her hope hadn't come true, either.

“What did you do to her?” Sasha snarled, slamming against the bars of her cell.

“She went through a, let’s say, metamorphosis,” Marcy – or whatever that thing was – sang.

“Give her back,” Anne growled.

“Aw, I’m afraid that isn’t how this works,” it responded, faking sympathy. “I do have access to all of her memories, though, if you want to relive those. ‘I... I’m sorry... for everything...’” It sighed, shaking its head. “All of the pain you caused her... you know, Wit suffered so much for you.”

“Marcy, I know you’re still in there,” Anne begged. “Please. Come back to me.”

The thing inside of Marcy’s body walked over to Anne. Smiling smugly, it placed a hand on her cheek. Then, leaning forward, it placed a kiss on her lips.

It pulled away, laughing hysterically.

“You thought that would work! Oh, you’re even dumber than I thought you were, Heart,” it teased.

Tears rolled down Anne’s cheeks as she stared at the creature who had just kissed her. Despite only realizing it recently, Anne had been in love with both of her best friends for as long as she could remember; but while she her dreams of this moment, of being able to kiss the girls she loved, were warm and joyful, now it felt cold and cruel – a harsh reminder of who she had lost.

“Mar-Mar,” Sasha whispered, reaching out towards her.

Grinning callously, the creature strutted over to the blond-haired girl, pulling her into a kiss as well.

“Oh, Strength, you too? This is too easy,” it cooed, its many eyes glittering with mischief. “I knew how Wit felt about you, but considering how you always treated her, I assumed it only went one way.”

“Marce,” Anne choaked out.

“Marbles,” Sasha sobbed.

“I told you,” the creature sang, “She’s long gone.”

“We have executions to attend to, my lord,” Andrias said suddenly, clearing his throat.

“E-executions?” Anne echoed, trembling.

“Why, of course! Oh, Heart, you didn’t really think we could just let the people of your little rebellion live, did you?” the creature asked sarcastically, sighing happily. “We’ve already dealt with the old toad captain.”

“No,” Sasha gasped, voice thick with grief. “No, no, no, no...”

“Anyway,” the creature continued, “We really must be on our way.”

“Marcy, please,” Anne begged. “Don’t.”

“I’ve told you,” the creature inside of Marcy’s body repeated, “Wit is long gone. But you may call me The Night.”

“Wait! Why can’t I use my calamity powers?” Anne asked.

“Well, we couldn’t let one of the gem wielders fight back,” The Night giggled. “Your power is back in the gem, where it belongs.”

“So, you drained her,” Sasha hissed.

“Does it matter? You’ll both be dead by the end of the day.” The Night smiled. “We’ll be back soon.”

Anne watched, heartbroken, as Andrias and The Night left.

She had never felt so alone.

Most of the rebels were killed unceremoniously, but Grime was the first to be executed, followed by Sprig, Polly, and Hopediah. Olivia and Yunan were next, while Anne and Sasha were saved for last.

Anne was trembling as she was ushered out onto the balcony.

Sasha was putting on a fight beside her, trying desperately to break free of her restraints. Anne wanted to fight, she really did, but she just felt numb; everyone was gone. She’d never see her parents or cat again, the Plantars were dead, and Marcy wasn’t herself. The only person she had left was Sasha, who was about to be executed right next to her.

Anne was forced to the ground as her arms, already tied behind her back, were chained to the ground. Sasha was grunting, struggling, fighting to get free, but even she wasn’t strong enough. Sasha froze as The Night came into view, grief sparkling in her eyes.

“Marcy, please,” she sobbed. “I love you.”

The Night threw off Marcy’s cloak, revealing orange moth-like wings. Then, smiling coldly, it raised Andrias’s flaming sword.

“Farewell, Strength.”

There was a sickening crack as The Night sank its sword into Sasha’s skull. The color drained from the blond-haired girl’s eyes as she collapsed on the ground, her body limp. Anne screamed, crying as blood pooled around her best friend’s body.

She looked up as The Night gently touched her cheek.

“Marcy,” she whispered, tears stinging her eyes.

The Night laughed.

“Farewell, Heart.”

The last thing Anne saw was her best friend standing over her.

Then the blade pierced through her skull and everything went dark.

I wrote another Amphibia fanfic! :D (The hyperfixation is real.) Anyway, beware of spoilers and be warned - it gets really dark.

#re-upload from ao3 #kaivee re-upload from ao3 #the only thing i like about this fic is seeing “the night” lol #(half-joke)#this fic is so bad lol

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