#generation loss fanfiction

[dreamcatcherwriting]

I am writing a genloss Christmas short story and it is P A I N >:)

Just imagine gl!Ranboo seeing Christmas lights for the first time since they can remember

Before it gets taken away from them ofc

Don't you see what I can do with this?

[12-toads-in-a-trench-coat]

Generation loss fix it chapter four!!

make sure to read the tags!!

[mayrine]

The cycle

Weird poetry thing I made for today’s prompt- The cycle

I’ve never wrote something like this before so it’s not amazing but it was pretty fun to write

Either way I hope you enjoy it :]

[sherashalala]

Alive. He’s alive. He’s still alive. The Hero remains slumped, bleeding out from the trap that he was strapped in. He’s still breathing, regrettably, and everything about him wishes that he would stop. It hurts. It hurts in ways that he could not describe. Something wet is dripping from his cheeks, from his forehead, into his eyes, into his sinuses– he wishes he could just choke. Is it possible to drown?

He breathes, though, unfortunately, and he twitches at the pain. Pulsating, almost. He could hear his heart thumping at his head, thumping, and thumping, and it won’t stop against his ears– his right ear is ringing. His left is completely quiet. 

The hero waits, and each second lasts an eternity. He needs leave. He wants to leave. When will this end?

It lasts long, too long. When will this stop. Please. End it.

And just as he’d wished for the gentle caress of Death, he feels it. There’s something gripping at his arms, and something is moving at the device. 

He screams.

He can’t hear anything, not even the muffled sound of the people who are trying to placate him. He can’t hear how they’re trying to calm him down, how they seem to be just as distressed as he is. 

But he’s being carried, and something is gushing down his face as he clenches his eyes shut out of pain– it induces more. Something painful, something unbearable, and it won’t let him go. He won’t just die.

Soon the pain starts to numb. Still present, pulsating, and keeping him so unbearably tired. But it won’t let him go. It won’t let him be. 

“-- Shit get him in the fucking car Sneeg!” He hears. The voice is muffled, but it’s familiar. He recognizes it, and the name that was mentioned. 

“Charlie– shit, fuck– the door! The door!” He is shaking. Ranboo is shaking under his skin, convulsing. “Fuck something’s happening with Ranboo.”

“What do we do!”

Ranboo drowns them out. “Get help! There are people here– disconnect their headphones or something I don’t fucking know!”

He’s in a daze. Detached. Something is happening, but between the fact that something unbearable is pulsating in his head and the fact that he could barely register the fact that he was being carried, Ranboo can’t process it. 

It’s something else. He’s somewhere else. 

He hears unfamiliar voices this time, and a loud voice booming and echoing in his head. “Come back.” He hears in clarity, above even the pain in his head and the searing migraine in his head. “The Hero Stays.” It says, and it’s the only thing that could register in his mind.

Ranboo twitches, 

“You’re okay now, buddy, we’re okay now.” He hears in his ear, muffled and so much less clear and solid in his mind than whatever voice had been ringing in his head, but he could hear it. And he could understand it. 

“We’re out now, and we can go back. You have to live, Ranboo.” Another voice says. He wants to cry at the sound of it, but he can’t bear to move his head. It hurts. It hurts.

Slowly, the memories of what had just happened crawls into his mind. Showfall. The game, the audience and the choices and his life.

Ranboo is free.

And he’s alive.

[briarlovesclara]

35 ways to say "i love you" MASTERLIST

based on a list of 35 ways to say i love you that i found here on tumblr via @/zebonos (they don't know who the original author is).

this will be a series of drabbles/ficlets from various fandoms, including ocs of mine and my friends. please feel free to recommend characters for the open slots!

all fandom content is about characters and is not reflective of content creators, however, stated boundaries will be respected! if any of my work violates the comfort of content creators, please let me know!

(cross-posted on ao3 under jayistootiredforthis!)

KEY:

♡ fluff/has comfort

■angst/no comfort

🔅bittersweet elements

☆favorites

💕platonic

♦️romantic

¤ potentially triggering content (see notes of specific post)

ABBREVIATION/SOURCE KEY:

d![xyz]: dream smp characters

r![xyz]: characters from my friend's minecraft realm that is being adapted into a standalone story

gl![xyz]: generation loss characters

3l![xyz]: 3rd life smp characters

dl![xyz]: double life smp characters

half secrets: characters from an rpg that i dm with my friends. based on a revised and parallel harry potter universe

any characters not explained here are from self-explanatory sources or easily searchable sources.

LIST:

as a hello | d!wilbur and d!niki 💕

with a hoarse voice, under the covers | d!tubbo and d!ranboo💕

a scream | undecided half secrets characters

over a cup of tea &

over a beer bottle | r!bea and r!beam💕

on a sunny tuesday afternoon, the late sunlight glowing in your hair | d!wilbur and d!tubbo PART 1💕

as a thank you | amy and rory♦️

as an apology | crowley and aziraphale♦️

when baking chocolate chip cookies | gl!niki and gl!charlie💕

not said to me | d!techno and d!ranboo💕

with a shuddering gasp | twelfth doctor and bill potts💕

when we lay together on the fresh spring grass | katniss and peeta♦️

in a letter | lily evans and sirius black💕■

a whisper in the ear | the doctor and river♦️

loud, so everyone can hear | r!bea and r!steg💕

over and over again, till it's nothing but a senseless babble | clara oswald and danny pink♦️

when the broken glass litters the floor |

from very far away | d!wilbur and d!fundy💕

with no space left between us | ryley and maverick ♦️♡ ☆

as we huddle together, the storm raging outside | katniss and prim💕

over your shoulder | rose and tentoo PART 1♦️

muffled, from the other side of the door | gl!sneeg and gl!ranboo💕

through a song | 12th doctor and clara oswald💕

without really meaning it | d!wilbur and d!tubbo PART 2💕

in a blissful sigh as you fall asleep | dl!tango and dl!jimmy💕

broken, as you clutch the sleeve of my jacket and beg me not to leave | tenth doctor and ghost!donna 💕

a taunt, with one eyebrow raised and a grin bubbling at your lips | katniss and finnick💕

when i am dead | jack harkness and gwen cooper💕

slowly, the words dripping from your tongue like honey |

too quick, mumbled into your scarf | d!philza and d!techno💕

in awe, the first time you realized it | rose and tentoo PART 2♦️

in a way i can't return | thirteenth doctor and yaz♦️

on a post-it note | d!eret and the l'manburgians💕

before we jump | 3l!grian and 3l!scar💕

as a goodbye | d!philza and d!wilbur💕■🔅¤

[tiny-crecher]

The genloss surgery scene from Charlie’s perspective, inspired by this post I made.

HEAVY HEAVY HEAVY gore warning like. seriously.

you can also read it on ao3

It was the smell of antiseptic that hit him first.

Charlie’s mind was fuzzy. His body felt heavy. And cold. Very cold. He didn’t have the strength to open his eyes yet, but he could tell he was lying flat on… something. It wasn’t very comfortable.

The second thing Charlie was aware of were voices. Two of them, one directly to his left, one a little father and more artificial-sounding. A recording, perhaps?

He shifted his head, letting a sliver of light seep through his eyelids. It was dim and greenish and awful. He could vaguely see movement from the left.

A surgical glove snapped. Charlie’s eyes shot open.

He found himself in what appeared to be a hospital room, a dingy fluorescent light casting a yellow-green hue over everything. He was in an old hospital gown, with a pale blue sheet covering the majority of his body.

It was then that he realized he was laid out on an operating table.

Charlie looked up at his surgeon.

He’d seen that damned mask before.

The surgeon themself seemed rather young. Maybe a teen still? They were at least younger than Charlie.

“I don’t want to do this… oh god.”

It was when they started pulling the sheet back to expose Charlie’s bare stomach that he started to fully grasp the situation.

The kid turned to their left and started rummaging through a box of surgical tools.

Oh fuck.

Oh fuck.

“I’m so sorry. I need to- I need to live. You don’t understand I need to live.”

Charlie knew the game. He knew that no one won. He knew that he’d been though it before. He knew he hadn’t been the first. Clearly he hadn’t been the last, either. But this kid… maybe they could be. Maybe they could be the one to stop this cycle.

So Charlie came to a conclusion. He had to endure whatever torment that awaited him in order to give this teen a fighting chance.

A pair of rusted scissors glinted in the light.

Charlie braced.

The teen plunged the scissors into his abdomen, and Charlie screamed. The pain was immediate, a searing fire starting from his center and rippling outwards in waves upon waves of torment. Every part of him screeched in protest and agony as the scissors dug even deeper, tearing upwards through flesh and muscle and sinew. His vision blurred, the room beginning to swirl into a nightmarish, distorted haze. He was vaguely aware of the sweat that was clinging to him, starting to mix with the tears that were streaming down his face.

This needs to happen.

And it kept fucking going.

Fingers dug into his skin and began to pull, shoving aside skin and fat until Charlie had a wonderful view of his entire digestive tract. The teen’s hands dove even deeper, starting to wrap around his intestines and slowly stringing them out.

This needs to happen.

Charlie convulsed, crying out with each twist and tug. He could feel blood beginning to drip down his hands from where his fingernails were digging into his palms. His body was but a stage for this twisted performance.

This needs to happen.

His breaths were ragged, each one hurting more than the last as his heaving chest jostled his torn open stomach. Bolts of anguish radiated out from his core as the teen continued to just dig, shooting tendrils of pain through his veins and into every nerve in his body. The world was hazy and fragmented, blurring and unblurring at a rapidfire pace. The smell of antiseptic had been washed away with the scent of his own blood, metallic and nauseating.

This needs to happen. This needs to happen. This needs to happen.

Charlie shrieked and spasmed as something was ripped from him. His screams echoed against the tiled walls of the room, a desperate plea for release that only fell on deaf ears. Time itself was beginning to warp, stretching into a torturous eternity. Every fiber of his being cried out for mercy. But he knew that none would come.

“What is- what is this?”

Charlie managed to focus his eyes for a brief second on what the teen was holding. It took him a bit to actually understand what he was seeing, with his mind so fogged with pain and the object completely drenched in his own blood, but after a moment he realized:

It was a game piece, from Mousetrap. It was the missing piece of a puzzle.

Charlie would’ve sighed with relief if he could actually breathe. They got the piece. He had no idea how the fuck it got inside of him, and frankly he didn’t really want to, but they got it. They had a chance. That made it all worth it.

The kid had what they needed. But of course, they didn’t know that. So onwards they went, continuing their merciless work of ravaging through Charlie’s torso, gutting him for all the world the see. Time lost its meaning. His body was nothing but a vessel for agony. But he had to hold onto that hope. He had to hope this kid, whoever they were, would be the one to break the cycle. He just had to.

He just fucking had to.

[lanaactuallyabanana]

"my project coming soon"? was that the original text in the bio before the update that came out today

[ixylle-d-from-the-stars]

some ppl: religious trauma isn't real, it doesn't do anything- me, pulling out Generation Loss, Passerine, and MANY other GUT WRENCHING medias: explain this then fUCKERS-

[cowprintsillies]

Why do I torture myself writing things for the weirdest fandom overlaps anyway do you like The Magnus Archives? Do you like Generation Loss?

Boy howdy if only someone wrote a crossover written like an episode transcrip-

[bitter-goodbyes]

Hiiiii does anyone have any good fic recs? I’d prefer gen (but not necessary) and definitely no NSFW stuff thank you!!!!

The fandoms I’d prefer are:

GenLoss (focused on Ranboo)

QSMP (centered around Slime)

Transformers (centered around Bumblebee)

Empires SMP (Scott centric)

Linked Universe (Four, Wild, or Hyrule centric)

Sonic the Hedgehog (Sonic centered, plz include season 2 <3)

But any fandoms that I like are amazing!!!!!

[dreamcatcherwriting]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Generation Loss (Web Series) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Charlie | Slimecicle & Ranboo | The Hero (Generation Loss), Hetch & Ranboo | The Hero (Generation Loss), Ranboo | The Hero & Sneeg | The Taken (Generation Loss) Characters: Ranboo | The Hero (Generation Loss), Charlie | Slimecicle (Generation Loss), Sneeg | The Taken (Generation Loss), Hetch (Generation Loss) Additional Tags: Angst, He/Him and They/Them Pronouns for Ranboo | The Hero (Generation Loss), Christmas, Christmas Lights, Christmas Angst, Showfall Media (Generation Loss), canon divergence - generation loss, Horror, Gaslighting, Ranboo | The Hero Escapes Showfall Media (Generation Loss), except it doesn't go too well lmao, comfort is few and far between, Extreme Hunger, extreme cold, Near Death Experiences, physical violence, Blood and Violence, Ranboo gets hurt a lot near the end, fic is prewritten, there will be five parts, tags to be mildly updated, Derealization, Memory Loss, Ranboo | The Hero Has Memory Issues (Generation Loss), mentions of torture, Explosions, gun mention, this is not a happy fic, Ranboo has a really rough time, it's sad so read with caution, Non-Consensual Body Modification, Kinda, at the end, that's it for now folks, also this is my first fic to be published on here so be nice please :]

  Summary:

I'm running from my shadow... Running from my shadow, but it’s still there chasing me down....

Ranboo has lived in the facility of Showfall Media as long as they can remember (which isn't very long), and he's always trusted the people who ran it. After all, they saved him and his friends, or so they claim.

But when they start to question some of the things about their supposedly safe and perfect world—start to wonder about the colored lights outside the windows—Ranboo realizes that the world might not be as safe and perfect as he'd thought. But perhaps it's better than the other one—the one that he tries to escape into, only to discover that

Or, a Genloss Christmas story that will hurt everyone to an extreme extent hee hee hee.

Two people asked to be tagged: @pistolshrimptendencies and @banana-flavored-pringles. reply to be added/removed from the taglist!

[12-toads-in-a-trench-coat]

"It's okay, I've got you, you're safe."

Lil sketch of a currently unreleased scene from my generation loss fix it fic :]

Sillyduo my beloved

[pan-demic69]

has anyone else noticed that everyone who is writing anything for genloss is either writing ranboo and charlie escaping or the most grueling gut wrenching gory angst known to man?

[not-so-allegiant-general]

Gingerpilot time!

Hux's mind felt like scrambled protein bar. He remembered his schedule, his name, rank, his duties and loyalties. His ship. And his people. And it was all crystal clear. But... Something was off. Because he knew there were things that he did't remember. Blank spots scattered all over last months. And he knew that because noone ever looked at him like this Resistance pilot. Noone ever said his name with this amount of compassion, care and... Love? But they barely knew each other.

"You've been reconditioned" echoed in his head. No. Not possible. And yet... There was this man. Kneeling before him. Holding his hands. Talking nonsenses about how everything is going to be okey. About finding solution. There was this man calling him Armitage in the warmest way he had ever heard.

"You've been reconditioned"

No. Not possible.

It was middle of the night when Hux finally had a courage to picked up data pad. He was reading his chat with Dameron. Smoking cigarettes and drinking tarine. Recognizing his words but not remembering that he wrote them. He pressed hand to the forehead and took a deep breath. It was authentic without a doubt. And he was terrified.

You've been recondition.

It's not possible. They would never do that to an officer. To him.

He clenched his fingers on datapad and closed his eyes. It was not possible. No. He glanced again on the datapad and turn it off. He laid down on the bed looking at the celling and took comm from a night stand.

"Dameron?" Poe stood up quickly from his bed.

"Arm...Hux? I can go to you if you...."

"No. I want to talk like that." He wouldn't stand seeing pilot's face now. Not after what he just had read. Messages. Lots of messages. His own messages. From professional distance to snarky remarks to something more. Something personal, something warm, something foreign. Poe sighed.

"Alright. Did you... Went through our messages?"

"Half of it. Enough to know that they are authentic. Enough to know that you didn't tell me whole truth." Pilot sat down slowly.

"Yeah. I... I guess i did not. Listen I...I was scared and..."

"What was between us?" Poe took a deep breath and covered his face with hands.

"Something." He mumbled.

"Kriff that. Just tell me! I have enough of unknowns in my mind."

"Alright alright.... We... first you sent us the file. Through this other informant... And he was killed, so we met personally to avoid tracking because you know how they...

"You are babbling Dameron..."

"No no. I have a point. It was in... Some kind of hotel. Motel whatever and we... We talked and we... We kissed and... We got a room and ..."

" Enough." Poe fell silent hugging his legs to the chest. Hux was silent for a long time. "Once?"

"No." He whispered. " No. We had met at least five and every time... And through messages."

"I... I will read rest of them." Hux ended the connection throwing comm on the bed and covering his face. Poe took a deep breath trying to stop tears.

"It's... Fine buddy. I am fine" he looked at BB8. " no... I am not going to sleep. I will wait. I will wait." He whispered and took a deep breath "he needs time. And i can give him time..all time he needs." He laid down. Hux commed three ours later. Poe took a deep breath. "Hey... Hey Armiatge" he whispered. His voice was shaking. Silence "Please say something. Anything."

" I don't remember any of this Dameron."

It was painful. The worst type of pain he ever felt.

"And there is no chance i will get back this memories." Poe covered his mouth. He knew that of course. Since he was told about reconditioning. He knew that there is no hope for that. But it was still hard. "I... Don't even know if i am the same person you fell in love with."

Poe prepared himself for the next hit. You can take it. You will be fine. You have friends, and father. Maybe you will visit him and...

Hux took a deep breath. His mind desperately trying to work. Being in a rebel camp as a FO General was far from perfect. Although they did not show any signes of violence or bad intentions towards him. And Dameron. Clearly despread. Clearly shaken. In love... With him?

And then there were things that Hux didn't want to acknowledge. The fear. The loneliness. It was crushing him. That uneasy feeling of not knowing witch thoughts are his or is any of them truly belongs to him. Memories or lies. Decisions or orders. And overwhelming hopelessness.

"Armitage?" Poe whispered.

"I...I think i would like you to come here.?" Please. I am scared. Its cold. Its dark. Please. I don't want to be alone. "That is if you are willing to... I will understand if... "

"No! I mean... I mean Yes! I want to! I ... Kriff... Five minutes." He disconnected before Hux could say something. He dressed up quickly and run as fast as if his x-wing was in flames. He rushed to the cells waking up the guards and started typing code to the barrier.

"G..general Dameron?"

"What's the code?"

"I... I don't think i should."

"What's that pffasking code!?"

Guard quickly unlocked the barrier. Poe went inside and sat down next to Hux on the bed. His eyes were red, his skin pale. He took a drag form cigarette, his hand was shaking. And Poe was speechless.

"I... " Love you. Adore you. Can't live without you. Want to kiss you. Want to hold you. "Armitage" he whispered instead.

"I never liked that name you know. People always said it like an insult. But... Well it doesn't sound too bad when you say it"

"Can I... Can i hug you?" Hux tilted his head back slightly.

"Already want to get your hands all over me? Take me to dinner first I am not that easy." He forced a little smile. Poe snorted softly.

"I will be appropriate i promise." Hux nodded slowly and Dameron pulled him closer and hugged him. Hux's lips trembled and he swallowed tears. It felt familiar and in the same time so new. And distant. He leaned into his touch. "Kriff you are so thin."

"Thinner than you remember?"

"Yeah" Poe swallowed "Yes. Pffasking hell i want to kill everybody who did this to you."

"They are most probably dead." He took another drag from a cigarette and put it out.

"Do you need something?" Poe asked silently " i will get you out of this cell as soon as possible. But we are a little overcrowded right now... "

"I don't mind. I would appreciate walk though. I can't remember the last time i was on a fresh air." He smiled bitterly. He didn't remember lots of things.

"No problem. I... Would you like to go on a date with me?" Hux snorted.

"Date?"

"Yeah. Like you know, a walk, dinner maybe. Maybe i can show off a little." he winked" My x-wing or... Whatever. And we will talk and... "

"That's what you want to do with me. Show me your x-wing?" Hux grinned.

"I... Oh my ... Stop that now. I am proposing a sweet innocent date."

"Please Dameron. I may be not in my best and have holes in memory but i am smart... You don't want to go for a walk or eat a dinner or... "

"I do." Poe smiled "I do. I... Alright we were quite involved, and we were writing a lot about that. But it was a war. And... I never knew if i will see you again. And we actually had one very sweet date with walk and dinner. And lots of talking. Armitage...i know what you think. Yes? I know you and your wicked cogs in your mind. It's not an exchange, you are safe here, it's not about protection. No way. I. Love. You. Even if you don't remember it i do. And i want to do it all again. And... I know that you are not the same person and if you will decide to leave i will respect that. So Yes. I want to take you to a sweet date if you would like to. I want to get to know you, introduce you to my father. I want to call you my boyfriend, marry you one day and die knowing that i did everything to make you safe and happy."

"I am... confused." Hux whispered fixing his eyes on the ground. And he was. Confused and tired.

"I know. I know. I... Can i touch your hair?" Hux snorted and laughed trying not to cry.

"Why... Why do you even ask?" He shook his head. Because i don't want to make any mistakes. Because i don't want you to be scared. Nor mad. Because i kissed you once without permission and you got scared. It was wrong. I should have ask.

"Because i care."

Hux snorted.

"You can't." Poe nodded shortly still holding him. "You... Are not going to?"

"You said no"

"I suppose i did. " Huxe smiled amused looking at him. "Dameron..."

"Yes?"

"I would want that. Date that is. The rest of it... Ah i am not the best in whole meeting fathers and marrying procedure... "

Poe smiled.

"Yeah. Let's start with a date." Hux nodded and closed his eyes. "Hey... You should rest. You look bad. Sleep?" Hux nodded again. " Lay down."

"Will you... Stay?"

"If you want me to i will."

"I..."

"It's alright. If you want to stay alone. Just. Have a comm close if you will need anything. And i mean... Anything...a... A tea, a hug, a..."

"A Star Destoryer?" he frowned glancing at him.

"Well....Maybe not that. Nothing deadly alright?" Redhead snorted.

" I want... You can... Stay with me. I would want that. I think." There was something reassuring about pilot's presence that held him together. He had that unpleasant feeling that he will fell apart if pilot disapear. And he was not ready for that. So he just pulled out another useless smile.

"Sure" Poe said looking at him as if he could truly see him. Hux sighed. Did he knew him that well? " Do you want a bedtime story?" Hux blinked surprised" I am serious. I know the best ones" Armitage snorted and shook his head.

"Go on. Entertain me." Poe told him his favourite. The one that he always told him through the comm when they could talk and Hux couldn't sleep.

And Hux couldn't escape the feeling that he lost something. Irrevocably. Irreversibly. And forever.

But when he felt Poe holding him closely he thought that maybe he gained more than he lost.

[blotomical]

A3: Narrow comforts of company [Genloss || alternate ending]

you can also read it on AO3

previous chapter

The trio deals with the aftermath of having massive amounts of adrenaline in their system for days on end. They try not to give in to doubt and despair as they give themselves time to rest.

Word count: 8k

[CWs in tags]

[dailysonadowfanfics]

Reading every single Sonadow Fanfic (Ao3): 225/4764

Title: Wither

Author: Cubicrot

Website: Ao3

Published: 24.12.2018

Word Count: 916 words

Language: English

Suited for minors? Yes

Warnings: No

Smut? No

Finished? Yes

Characters: Sonic the Hedgehog, Shadow the Hedgehog, Rouge the Bat

Ships: Sonic/Shadow

Author Tags: Angst, What-If of Chapter 14 of My Way, au of an au!!

Author Summary: Alternate scene:

Something terrible has happened to Shadow: Sonic doesn't know how to deal.

My summary: Alternate scene for the fic: My Way, where Shadow loses his memory

You can read it here