copy-pasting @eeveearoace-creative's year in review so it doesn't clutter it up XD (not that i've posted on that blog in a while but. still lol)
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I posted 51 times in 2022
42 posts created (82%)
9 posts reblogged (18%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@marcylore
@gayfrogcoven
@bardicspiration
@obvslybatgrl
@kaseyskat
I tagged 51 of my posts in 2022
#my writing - 43 posts
#writing - 43 posts
#amphibia - 41 posts
#my fanfic - 41 posts
#fanfic - 41 posts
#amphibia fanfic - 34 posts
#sashannarcy - 13 posts
#amphibia spoilers - 12 posts
#inspired by other work(s) - 11 posts
#sashannarcy week - 10 posts
Longest Tag: 93 characters
#it isn't the best thing i've written. and it took me a while considering it's length/ quality
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
sleepy-time marshmallow
girlfriend has a terrible sleep schedule? just send in a puppy!
some (very short) domestic sashannarcy fluff <3
summoning the eevee simps: @arcadiii, @goodartitude, @karamelys, @peachpaws0
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also pspspspsps @hey-its-puddlesock c'mere puddles its the boi :-3
it was late.
not that sasha was unaccustomed to late nights, often filling out paperwork long into the night – but it was the weekend, and she was tired, and she just wanted to go to sleep.
sasha checked the time on her phone.
2:47 am.
sasha groaned.
of course.
anne was only half-awake beside her. domino four purred softly, tangled within anne’s curls – sasha couldn’t remember a day since they had gotten the tuxedo cat that she hadn’t slept like that, attached to anne’s hair.
at sasha’s feet, two dogs were pressed together – toast, a golden retriever with long, shaggy fur, and his sister, cinnamon sugar – aka cinna – a golden doodle with pale, curly, white-gold fur.
the only thing missing from sasha’s nearly perfect setup was the one thing keeping her awake – marcy.
that girl has the worst sleep schedule i’ve ever seen.
“alright, toast,” sasha announced, her voice groggy from exhaustion, “sleepy-time marshmallow.”
toast sat up immediately, disturbing his sister, who raised her head for just a moment before sleepily lowering it back onto the bed, apparently deciding she’d rather just go back to sleep.
toast, however, jumped off the bed with all the energy in the world, his tail wagging wildly as he thundered out of the room and down the halls.
a surprised squeak alerted sasha that her trick had worked.
despite her exhaustion, sasha grinned. in another room, which marcy had dubbed her main workspace, toast was pressing against marcy, gently squishing her until she stopped struggling, turned off her computer, and followed him to bed.
“greetings, princess,” sasha teased as marcy stepped into the bedroom. “finally decided to join us?”
“you need to stop doing that,” marcy protested, yawning and rubbing her bleary eyes. “i was just about to finish my panel.”
“sure,” sasha deadpanned. “and you totally would’ve stopped after that, right?”
marcy didn’t respond.
“you can finish it in the morning,” sasha continued. “but it’s late. c’mon.” she held out her arms, staring at marcy expectantly.
“sleep,” anne groaned, eyes still closed as she patted the space between her and sasha.
“fine,” marcy sighed, settling into the space between them. within seconds, sasha and anne were curled up against her – and within minutes, marcy was softly snoring.
she must’ve been even more tired than i’d thought. sasha smiled as she buried her nose in her girlfriend’s shoulder. she needs to stop working so late.
that was an issue they could work on in the morning. for now, sasha was just happy to be with her girls.
50 notes - Posted June 19, 2022
#4
4:30am sashannarcy angst, why not XD
cws: brainwashing, possession, kissing, violence, puking
Marcy released a sleepy murmur as she finally opened her eyes.
“Hey, love, sleep well?” Anne whispered quietly, brushing a lock of hair behind Marcy’s ear.
“Mm, yeah,” Marcy hummed, snuggling closer to Anne. “But you’re so warm – I don’t wanna get up.”
“Then don’t,” Sasha laughed softly, burying her nose in Marcy’s hair. “Just stay here.”
“I have to get up eventually,” Marcy pointed out, despite not making any attempt to move. “I can’t just lay around here all day.”
“Why not?” Anne’s lips brushed against Marcy’s cheek. “Just stay with us.”
Heaviness weighed on Marcy’s eyelids, forcing her eyes to flutter shut. Sleepiness threatened to take hold of her as she yawned, and a wave of security and comfort washed over her. Fingers slowly combed through her hair, peacefully lulling Marcy back to tantalizing sleep.
Unconsciousness had all but claimed her when Marcy forced her eyes to open again, tiredly pushing herself into a sitting position. Sasha and Anne frowned, confusion crossing their faces.
“Where are you going, Mar-Mar?” Sasha asked, reaching for Marcy’s wrist. “Come back here.”
Marcy paused.
“Just stay here,” Anne breathed, pressing against Marcy’s shoulder. “Forever and ever.”
Forever and ever.
Wait, why did that sound-
Sasha ripped her hands free, her eyes burning with disgust and fury. Anne backed away, pain and sorrow sparkling in her eyes.
Marcy stumbled.
She couldn’t fix this, but maybe she could at least keep everybody safe.
Her hope died the moment a burning sensation ripped through her chest.
With the last of her strength, she forced out an apology that could never be enough.
Marcy couldn’t breathe.
“Dear, are you okay?” Sasha worried, tugging Marcy towards her. “Talk to me.”
The chair. The helmet. Screaming.
“Darling, say something,” Anne begged, kissing Marcy’s forehead.
“You’re not – you’re not real,” Marcy managed, backing away from her friends – well, not her friends, both because they surely hated her now, and because that wasn’t really them.
“Marshmallow?” Fake-Anne’s lips pressed against Marcy’s. Marcy hated the part of her racing mind that desperately wanted to indulge in the fantasy. “What do you mean?”
“You – you’re-”
“You’re not feeling well, are you?” Fake-Sasha sighed, holding Marcy’s hands – she couldn’t yank them free. “That’s okay. We’ll just keep rewriting this moment until you’re happy.”
“What do you mean-”
Marcy broke off as unbearable agony surged through her body, orange electricity burning her skin.
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@marcylore haha i made marcy not okay again </3
cw: ableism, "former gifted kid" stuff
You don’t understand how people make friends.
Not that you don’t have friends – in fact, you have the two most amazing friends in the whole universe – but you still don’t understand how.
They’re your friends, but why? What bonds you? By all accounts, it doesn’t make sense – you’re all so different, and don’t people make friends over similar interests?
That’s what you’ve been told when you ask how people make friends, anyway. And, of course, to “put yourself out there” – but out where, exactly? (They meant you have to talk to people. But what if you annoy them, or they don’t like you? What if you say or do something wrong?)
You have the best two friends in all the universe, but you don’t really have any other friends. Maybe that doesn’t matter, as long as you’re all together – but what about when you’re not? The two of them seem to make friends like it’s the easiest thing in the world, and you just don’t understand how they do it.
When it comes to making friends, it’s like everyone is playing one big game – everyone knows the rules, except for you, and you never got given a rulebook.
Maybe everyone else is just better at people than you are.
You think you could be okay at that. Not everyone is good at everything, right? And you’re smart – that could be your strength.
You know you shouldn’t brag, but you also know you’re smart. The work your teachers give you is always so easy, and you just understand it. School makes sense, and the compliments your parents give you reinforce that your smarts are your strength.
Your brain is where you find your worth.
You don’t understand why your friends complain about school or why they say it’s “hard”. School is easy – it’s people that are difficult! Don’t they understand that?
It takes you longer than it probably should have for you to realize that school is harder for them than making friends.
But that’s okay, as long as you prove your worth through academic achievement.
You remember the first time you got a bad grade.
You were upset – this wasn’t supposed to happen. This was your strength! If you weren’t good at this, what good were you?
Your parents were disappointed.
Or, at least, you think they are – you still don’t understand people, despite all your efforts. (Can you really call it “effort” when you kinda stopped trying so that you could focus on the things you were actually good at?)
But you can fix this – you know you can. You’re told over and over that you have so much potential, and that you just need to “apply yourself” – you just need to try harder, and you’ll prove your worth again.
You’re slipping.
You’re not trying enough – or, at least, you assume that must be what’s going on, because you’re smart, full of potential, and just need to apply yourself – so, if you’re getting bad grades, you just need to try harder.
If you fail now, then all those nice things people said about you – that you’re so smart – would mean nothing. If you’re not the “smart kid”, then who are you? No, you have to try harder. You have so much potential, after all.
You don’t understand why this line of thinking makes you panic. You don’t understand why you’re suddenly short of breath, or why you feel like you’re about to start crying – if you can do amazing things, isn’t it your responsibility to do them?
People are counting on you, after all.
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i'm not gonna tag anyone since this isn't what i usually post, but... :3
have you ever tricked your art teacher into letting you do fanart for an assignment? well, i for one did :)
this probably took me a cumulative forty hours or so, and i'm honestly really proud of how it turned out <3
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My #1 post of 2022
I am beyond thrilled to finally reveal a painting I’ve been working on for a month or two at this point - I’m honestly so proud of how it came out, and I hope y’all like it, too! <3
cw: eyes, bright colors, hand, binary code, moths, trypophobia
“METAMORPHOSIS”
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“This has both our names on it”: Viewing Fleet and Clara’s relationship in Victoriocity through a queerplatonic lens
TL;DR: By Season 3 of Victoriocity, Fleet and Clara have developed a committed emotional partnership that certainly moves beyond the purely professional. Whilst very much operating as a duo, they can be interpreted as often rejecting or subverting romance-coded elements in their relationship, instead embracing a unique dynamic that can be read as resonating with the concept of a queerplatonic relationship (QPR).
Buckle up because this is over 2,500 words long! If you'd rather read it as a document, you can access it here: Fleet & Clara QPR Google Doc
Disclaimer: I'm not making any claims about creator intent, nor about how anyone else ought to interpret Fleet and Clara's dynamic. It's also worth acknowledging that queerplatonic relationships are inherently defined by the people in them and any attempt to apply such terminology to a story set in 1887 is obviously anachronistic (although whether that should matter when said story also contains a cyborg Queen Victoria is up for debate).
With that said, if we define a QPR as a committed personal partnership which is not entirely captured by the typical expectations of either friendship or romance but may contain some elements typically associated with either (other definitions of QPRs are available), I enjoy viewing Fleet and Clara's relationship through a QPR lens, and I want to talk about some of the reasons why I think this reading works.
***Spoilers for all three seasons of Victoriocity and the novel High Vaultage***
Detective duos
Even before we actually get into Fleet and Clara's particular bond, detective / crime-solving duos as a general concept have QPR energy to me (which probably predisposed me to this interpretation). It's the Holmes-and-Watson legacy. It's the use of the word 'partner' in a non-romantic context (‘associate’ or ‘companion’ can also serve a similar purpose). It's the intense trust and reliance on each other. It's the sense of being a recognisable pair, always appearing together, known as a duo, with skills and attributes that complement each other.
Romantic assumptions
Moving on to Fleet and Clara specifically, one aspect of their relationship that can be read through a QPR lens is how they are often in situations where other people believe or imply that there is a romantic relationship between them. Sometimes this is a deliberate strategy of theirs, and sometimes it’s imposed upon them by others. But I’d argue that there’s never a point where they both simultaneously seem entirely comfortable with that romantic narrative for their relationship. Usually one of them will actively deny the assumption or react negatively to the implication:
When Mrs Hampshire interprets Clara and Fleet as a couple experiencing “young love”, Clara might be happy to adopt this as an effective cover story, but Fleet seems unsettled and keen for them not to be perceived this way: “No. No. You’ve misunderstood, we are not, that is to say I am…” (S1E2)
When Warden Hughes assumes Fleet is the new Warden and Clara is the new Warden’s wife, Clara says “I am certainly not”, with emphasis on the ‘certainly’. (S2E2)
Fleet definitely doesn’t sound enthused when he realises Clara has gone for a married couple as their cover story at the Grand Salcombe: “I am sure I’ll regret asking, but by any chance am I [Mr. Theasby?]” (S2E2)
When Titus Byrne tells the pair “I take it you're happy sharing [a room]”, Clara responds with a horrified “What?” (S3E4) (Obviously sleeping in the same room isn’t inherently romantic, but it is often perceived that way.)
Of course, fake dating and external assumptions of romance are very common tropes in romantic will-they-won't-they dynamics, and these moments could definitely be interpreted that way for Fleet and Clara. But I prefer to read these instances as reflecting a different kind of closeness between these two characters. They have a sense of emotional partnership that allows a marriage cover story to seem plausible to others and that other people sometimes automatically assume to be romantic (obviously with some period-typical heteronormativity at play). But to me, it doesn't seem like either of them are fully comfortable with their relationship being perceived in a directly romantic way. Perhaps they are a couple in a different sense…
Proposal via door plate
The way that Fleet asks Clara to be his business partner has always seemed to me like a platonic version of when people find personal ways to surprise their romantic partner with a proposal:
CLARA: You bought me a door plate for your office? [...] This has both our names on it.
FLEET: What do you think?
CLARA: I like it. (S2E7)
Fleet could have just asked Clara outright, without going to the trouble of buying a sign that would have been useless if she’d said no. If it was purely a professional business proposition with no emotional meaning behind it, I think he would have just asked verbally. But instead, he gifts her a sign with their two names paired together: Fleet-Entwhistle Investigations. There's something so intimate about that to me: about Fleet asking Clara whether she would like to be a duo with him in a more formally-defined but still non-romantic way; about him choosing to present this offer in the form of a gift; about the way he presents her with their two names joined together etched into metal and asks what she thinks; about the significance that this gesture attaches to their partnership; about him having enough trust that she'll say yes that the effort and vulnerability of presenting her with that sign seem worth it for him. And the gesture means an awful lot to Clara:
She thought about the door plaque he’d had engraved with both their names on it as his way of inviting her to be his business partner – typical Fleet, refusing to tell her so much as his favourite breakfast food and then to go and do something like that. It was the nicest thing anyone had ever done for her. (High Vaultage, p187).
Anniversaries
In the special episode ‘Murder in the Pharaoh's Tomb', Clara says “And you know what else is a big occasion Fleet? It's our one-month anniversary.” She wants to celebrate the anniversary of Fleet-Entwhistle Investigations. Their partnership holds a significance for her that means key dates associated with it are worth remembering and remarking upon.
When Clara first mentions their anniversary, Fleet nearly chokes on his drink, which seems like an instinctive reaction to the usually romantic connotations of an anniversary (see my point above about Fleet not being comfortable with their dynamic being perceived as romantic). But when Clara clarifies what she means, Fleet seems much more cheerful about the notion of their anniversary: “Ah, so it has.”
“Miss Clara Entwhistle, my partner”
I get extremely strong QPR vibes from this moment, when Fleet introduces Clara to the sailors at Grave End:
FLEET: This is Miss Clara Entwhistle, my partner - in business, my business partner.
CLARA: I'm also his friend, but he doesn't like to say it. (S3 E3)
Fleet and Clara are partners, but not in the way the average person might assume from that word, which Fleet realises mid-sentence here. This is another instance of Fleet reacting negatively to the idea that their relationship might be interpreted romantically (see above). And yet, 'partner' (rather than, say, ‘colleague’) is the word that comes naturally to him in this moment to describe who Clara is to him. He then frantically emphasises the professional element of their relationship so as to avoid the romantic implication, but Clara is keen to proudly assert that there is a personal, emotional aspect to their dynamic too. They are first-and-foremost partners, and they are friends, and they do not want to be seen in a romantic light - this post basically writes itself...
“Her ridiculous detective.”
When Clara fears for her life at the display of the Lanterns, the narration tells us:
“she thought of her brother, her sister, her parents... Her ridiculous detective.” (High Vaultage, p172)
The fact that Clara thinks of Fleet in this moment of fear clearly indicates his importance to her, but I think the phrasing of this quote is particularly interesting. The narration lists Clara's immediate family: two of whom are dead (her sister and father), one of whom is publically mourning Clara's life choices (her mother), and only one of whom we have any real evidence of her having a positive relationship with (her brother). And then, separated from these complicated familial relationships by an ellipsis, the narration tells Clara also thinks of Fleet, “her ridiculous detective”.
Parents and siblings are familial relationships that tend to come with established expectations, in which the use of a possessive pronoun (i.e. her brother) to indicate the relationship is a norm. ‘Detective’ does not fall into this category; unlike ‘brother’, ‘sister’, ‘parent’, ‘friend’, ‘partner’ etc., ‘detective’ is not a word that inherently implies a relationship or that we'd usually expect to see preceded by a possessive pronoun. The idea of ‘her detective’ therefore stands out, giving the sense that there is a unique relationship being indicated here. The way in which Fleet is ‘hers’ is something that Clara has chosen for herself, something that they have shaped together. Who they are to each other can't necessarily be fully expressed using standard phrases that traditionally describe relationships between people. But Fleet is Clara's detective, of which she only has one, and who she'll think of in the midst of “the screaming of the heavens at the end of the world”.
Fleet is also the only one in this list of Clara's loved ones who gets an adjective - her love for him has detail. And while “ridiculous” might often be perceived as negative (it's certainly not a classic romantic endearment), it seems to me like there's such fondness in it in this context: the recognition of and affection for eccentricities, the idea that his importance to her is not (purely) based on his professional strengths but on Fleet as a whole - perhaps at times ridiculous - person.
“Settled”
When Clara and Fleet talk about Clara's mother’s expectations for her, they have this exchange:
"She's still living in hope that one day I'll settle down."
"You're not settled?" asked Fleet.
"I am." (High Vaultage, p259)
By ‘settle down’, Clara's mother of course means ‘marry’, ideally into “at least a minor baronetcy”. But Clara already considers herself "settled", just not in a way her mother would understand or appreciate. She's not looking to "settle down" into a lifestyle other than her current one. She is settled in a situation where Fleet is certainly her closest personal connection in London (and perhaps anywhere), and where the two of them work closely together, operate as a duo, and then go back to their separate homes. And this partnership with Fleet is a comfortable set-up that feels right for Clara exactly as it is, rather than being a precursor to, or a distraction from, the marriage ambitions that her mother wants for her.
I think this exchange also contains an implicit sense of the commitment between the two of them. Fleet wants to check that Clara is ‘settled’ in her current situation, of which working closely - and platonically - with Fleet is obviously a major element; Clara confirms she is. There's a subtle indication of their shared intention to be in this for the long haul.
As a sidenote, Fleet and Clara’s implicit assumption that their partnership is a long-term one can manifest itself in joking contexts as well as serious ones. Look at this exchange from S3E5:
FLEET: We're not bandits, we're just going to flag it down.
CLARA: We'd be terrific bandits!
FLEET: Let's just see how our current line of work goes.
I think it’s notable that, in this joking speculation, both Fleet and Clara use ‘we’ and ‘our’. The joke could have been phrased just as effectively if they were imagining only Clara becoming a bandit. But the suggestion is that, if either of them was a bandit, they’d be bandits together. Even if they changed their lives entirely, they'd still approach life together.
Inseparable
Fleet and Clara have become a nearly inseparable duo in a way which is noticed by others. For example, after Clara and Fleet fall out in High Vaultage, Fleet meets with Keller, who says:
"You're here with me instead of barrelling across town with her, so I'm just assuming there is some thickheaded puffinry for which you need to apologise to Miss Entwhistle" (p335)
Keller, hardly the most emotionally perceptive man in Even Greater London, automatically infers from the fact that Fleet is on his own that he has had a falling out with Clara, rather than that they just happen to be in different places. When all is well, Keller expects to see the two of them together, whether or not they are in a position to be actively working a case.
Going back earlier in their partnership, Keller makes a similar assumption about Fleet and Clara being inseparable in S2E6. When Clara shouts her name amidst Keller's anti-Vidoc booby traps, Keller asks "Entwhistle? Which means… Fleet?" Again, there's this idea that if one of them is there, the other is likely to be there too - they come as a pair. (It's worth noting that this scene takes place less than two weeks after they first met.)
“Like a friend might?”
At the end of S3E7, Fleet suggests that he and Clara go to the theatre together. It would have been easy for this invitation to have been explicitly framed as a romantic proposition, or even for the nature of the offer to have been left more ambiguous. But Clara says "Archibald Fleet, are you inviting me to a social activity? Like a friend might?" The use of the word 'friend' directly labels this as a platonic interaction. And it's with that platonic lens on it that Clara is extremely excited to spend non-work-related social time with Fleet.
“Maybe it'll just be my good luck charm.”
CLARA: My grandmother's ring, I don't suppose you managed to hold on to it? [...]
FLEET: Oh, it's been crushed.. I'm sorry Clara [...]
CLARA: No, you keep it.
FLEET: What? No...
CLARA: Keep it. Maybe it'll remind you not to run towards trains.
FLEET: Maybe. Maybe it'll just be my good luck charm.
In S3E7, Clara gives Fleet a ring, which - as a gift from one person to another - is traditionally a symbol of a particular, legally recognised, kind of personal commitment. But when Clara tells Fleet to keep the damaged ring, down in the Underground tunnels after the destruction of the beast and Fleet's latest brush with death, it is quite a different situation to a wedding or a proposal. A married man would traditionally wear his wedding ring on his finger for all to see, but Fleet won't ever wear this ring like that. The ring itself has been bent into a different shape between the wheels of their misadventures, subverting the usual associations of a ring given from one person to another. (In a heteronormative world, those associations are particularly strong when the two people in question are a woman and a man.)
That ring is not an engagement ring, but it is Clara’s grandmother's ring, an inheritance from the blood family she never really felt she belonged in, now given to the man who might be a very different kind of family for her in London. That ring - with which Clara saved Fleet's life - is a symbol of their bond. And it therefore serves as a reminder for Fleet “not to run towards trains" and as a “good luck charm”. I like to think he'll carry that ring with him, perhaps in his jacket pocket - a little piece of his partner, kept close to his ticking heart…
Thank you for reading all of this!
If you’ve read all of this, I'm assuming you also enjoy the concept of Fleet and Clara as a QPR (unless you're really a glutton for punishment) and that makes me very happy! This was long because there's so much to say about them… And I wrote all of the above without even getting into: the potential to headcanon Fleet and/or Clara as aspec (which I don't think is necessary for QPR headcanons, but which is also fun); Clara's baggage around and discomfort with marriage in general; the speed with which Fleet and Clara become a ride-or-die duo; and the many other demonstrations of care, understanding, trust, respect, and affection between them that didn't feel as directly QPR-coded to me but are nonetheless wonderful. Please do feel free to share your own thoughts!
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