Pubz4life

hello!! I am pubz4life and I'm a very strong Eremika enthusiast, having written one fic for the pair! (so far, I have more). This is just a little space for me to interact with people who enjoy my work, and for me to show any updates on the current fics I'm working on!

Speaking of...

Mad Love

wait, comparing mad love with my snippets?

if so, i know it's hard to believe me right now but I did write mad love. i had parts of it written in a notebook. but is it the cadence that i chose to write with? pls let me know.

Thanks for owning up to it and being honest. Better late than never, truly. Hope your break goes well and you can become comfortable with your own writing again

Hello everyone, I hope you are all well,

I'm making this statement because I have something go get off of my chest, something that you guys should know.

I'm sorry for addressing this so late, but some of you may have noticed that 'So High School' had been taken off of my introductory post, and that it has been deleted off of AO3 entirely.

During the spring of last year, when I started crafting this story, I hit a creative block. I was stuck on my writing, and I felt as though it wasn't good enough, that my writing was inadequate, and I then resorted to AI.

In doing so, I rid myself of the creative joy that comes from writing and crafting my very own story, and I deceived you into believing that you were reading a story written by a human. I used a machine that steals from creatives, that ruins the environment, and one that had stripped my story of any humanity that it originally had.

It was disrespectful to the incredibly talented writers in this fandom, an insult to creative writing as a whole, and it was disrespectful to those who read it. I lied and fed you a story that had no heart and no passion within it. I know words are not enough to mend this, but I'm sorry for all of it. I'm sorry for both using it in a creative project, and for not telling you guys sooner. I should've known better than to resort to that, and I should've respected the time and work dedicated to mastering writing. AI has absolutely no place in any fandom space or in any creative project at all.

Mad Love was written by me, I can promise you that much. Though I don't know if I'll continue to write it because it reminds me of this entire issue.

All this to say, I don't know if I'll continue writing—or more so, I don't know if I'll continue sharing it, perhaps I may just take a break, or I might even abandon this blog altogether. I'm not entirely sure at the moment what it is I am going to do, all I know is that I do want to try to continue writing—the right way. I might take more of a backseat and write for myself first and foremost, because I do have stories that I want to see come to fruition, MY stories, and it's just that every time I create, I feel more content with myself. The latest one I showed a snippet of is very dear to my heart, and I have a multitude of others that I also want to explore.

I know that it's hard to believe that I'll stop, because my words can only mean so much. So if you want to block me or mute me on AO3, etc., do whatever you feel most comfortable with. Keep your peace.

I really wish there was more that I could do rather than just say 'I'm sorry," and delete that fic, and just in general, try to do better. I wish I could go back in time and make it so that I had never done it in the first place. But I can't, so this is the most I can offer you, I'm so sorry.

My ask box and DMs are always open, so I just wanted to ask you—followers and mutuals—what I could do, or what you'd like to hear from me to improve.

Vampire Princess Mikasa x Human Knight Eren

Words - 875

The ending for this snippet is very abrupt, sorry for that! Also I wanted to do the cute bracket name thingy that everyone does lmk if it sounds cute or ass

I also apologize if there's any mistakes

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1819, Koryx, Venolara

The halls of the manor were filled with a certain amount of warmth and chatter unbeknownst to the Ackerman family. Their ballroom was filled with the noisy audience of all those with the familiar fangs and blood-lust. Families with whom they have went years without.

The beautiful scent of blood carried its way along the castle, the fumes spreading from the wine glasses all the way to the princess' bedroom upstairs.

And, gods, was her mind swirling.

For years they had gone without visitors, locking their doors out to any outsiders, it was safe that way—easy.

But now, their doors have been opened, welcoming others into their home. It was… intimate, unfamiliar.

Mikasa didn't know what to make of it.

She stood in her room, with her maids running their hands over her ruffled blood red dress, ensuring it was all perfect. Her hair was curled, so different from her natural pin straight locks. It was pinned away from her face, allowing everyone to gaze upon her beautiful pale skin and her dark, red lips. She wishes she had something to do with her hands, to grasp onto something other than the delicate fabric of her skirt. Her palms were getting increasingly sweaty, the nerves rushing through her veins.

Hera—one of her maids, her favorite—comes up to her front, her eyes crinkling at the corners as her smile lines stretched.

"Oh, my dear," she says, fondness dripping through her words. "You look gorgeous—just utterly divine."

Mikasa smiles at her, her red lips parting for her white teeth as she flashes her tiny fangs for show.

"Thank you," she says, her voice only a whisper. She only wishes she could see for herself.

Hera clasps her calloused hands onto Mikasa's arms, rubbing them up and down in a soothing motion before stepping away from her, and all the other maids follow after. They stare at her in awe and a profound sense of pride.

Their princess, their soon-to-be queen, all dressed up and pretty in red. Her dress' collar is cut just low enough to expose the round curve of her bust, her waist is cinched tight, courtesy of her lovingly devoted maids. The skirt was bunched up on her right hip, with an extra layer of fabric underneath, showing her curves. Looking down upon herself, she realizes she certainly feels pretty, but she can only really take the words of others.

Though she's sure they would compliment her no matter what.

Her gloved fingers trail the sharp skin of her collarbone, before falling right before the dip of her chest. Her eyes follow.

She flattens her palm against it, feeling her heartbeat. It sends a rush of pride through her lungs.

There, she would be marked. Their crest would lay on her chest within the year, and she would then be crowned Queen of Venolara for all to see. People will bow down to her and she won't live such a private life no longer. It's funny, it feels as if it was only yesterday that she was running along the halls, searching for her mother in their many games of hide and seek.

She always had a habit of letting her win.

Mikasa exhaled sharply as the memories flooded her mind. Her hand started to shake against her chest as she tried to take in another breath.

The feeling always overtook her in the most inconvenient situations. Her maids started to wrap around her, chiding the same affirmations she has gotten so accustomed to. They always knew the procedure.

A soft knock broke her out of it, the familiar rhythm that she had told him to use since she was six filled her ears. She turned towards the door just quick enough for him to open it, hiding her hands behind her so that he wouldn't take notice.

"Father," she breathed, her lips shaping into a small, unsure smile.

Killian Ackerman smiled at her, so proud and lovingly. His once demanding and intimidating presence faltering at the sight of her. His little girl, dressed in the finest silk in all of Venolara. He nodded towards the maids that stood in the room, bowing at his entrance, and allowed them to leave.

"Mikasa, my girl," he coons, his voice dripping with adoration, "you look beautiful." He steps towards her, taking in his only daughter's beauty.

Mikasa's hands stay pressed against her back, "thank you, father."

Silence encompassed them, the sounds of their breathing enveloped their ears as a substitute. The sweat gathering in Mikasa's palms were getting increasingly difficult to ignore, so she sat down on her bed, her palms flat underneath her behind.

"Mikasa," her father says, ever so kindly, coming over to look her in the eyes as he sits down beside her, "show me your hands." He hold out his own, palms facing the ceiling.

Mikasa shakes her head, eyes glued to the carpet, looking as frail and innocent as she had years ago. Killian laughs softly, looking into his daughter's eyes. All that he could see was the young girl who had taken shelter in his arms after a nightmare, the one who always relied on him so much.

And the one who doesn't need to so much anymore.

I just wanted to give you a heads up and say that I changed the tags for mad love, the ones I removed were ones related to sexual content, I will not be doing that! And I shouldn't have added those in the first place.

I'm a minor, so I don't think it was very smart of me to add that, nor should I be writing it, I also just am not comfortable with that lol. I am also aware that I should've told you guys so you were aware for your boundaries as well!

This applies to future projects too if I am still a minor by the time I get to them!

I'm so sorry, I should've told you guys that sooner and have established better boundaries! Thats 100% my fault, again, so sorry!

I’m so scared for eren how tf is he gonna get away with it.. also want to see how they will develop their relationship

ee ik its scary!! one thing i can promise is that he's safe...for now

i wanted to draw him in that top he wore for their first date!! @itadorysss