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Sounds perfect Wahhhh, I don’t wanna

venting fanfiction-ish thing

I’m experiencing horrible feelings right now and this is my venting fanfiction. It’s probably shitty, but I need this right now. You can reblog it.

My current feelings are anxiety and horrible sadness, depression.

This fanfic is part of my AU with OCs [Marie/ Berlin] [Maximilian/Regensburg] 

“Hell sends its best regards”

Marie looked around. Saw the remains of her city, Berlin. Saw the people. The soldiers. The citizens. It was horrible to see her people in such pain. But somehow, they deserved it. What was that? What was that little voice shouting it? They deserve it, Marie, they deserve every horrible thing happening. Don’t you remember what was done in here? Now, it’s payback time! The girl looked up and saw the grey-painted sky, cloudy and just as hopeless as she was. 
Her fiancé had gone mad, her sisters were right, the idea back then, to love him, had gone wrong. The perfect idyll, the fairytale changed into a nightmare, a dystopic horror land. And she escaped. But now, there was another nightmare taking her dreams, crushing them. 
It was horrible. 

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fanfic ideas

because I have no idea what to write, here are my ideas, which ones do you like best?


number one:

posh


[scarlett/london - angry little punk]
Everything was posh. Posh neighbourhood. Neighbours talking posh. Posh houses, everything was fucking posh and they stared at me for not giving a single shit about their posh and boring lives.


number two:

distance

 [carlotta/nuremberg - thoughts in 1942]

I really wondered about my family. What happened to Jo? And what about my sister Frieda? And her six children? Was Maxi still an asshole? Thoughts, crushing my mind and the answers were locked up in Bavaria. Unfortunately, I was in England.


number three

cherry 

[alfred/usa - being a dick in 1945]

I simply couldn’t stop laughing. The Honda family was so shocked and traumatised and I laughed. I laughed loudly, maniacally. Kiku stared at me, wide-eyed and shocked. But I kept on laughing. Revenge is sweet, people said. And it was sweet. It was the sweetest thing I had ever tasted. 

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