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which obscure Media would u recommend to another empty fandom collector such as yourself?

You ask an intriguing question! I mean, there is so just so much to choose from and I have no idea where your interests lie to guide you better. So here are all the tiny fandoms I am proud to have been too late to join or remain the only member of (in a variety of media):

-The Engineer Trilogy is a book series by KJ Parker that has, as far I know, no fandom at all. It’s just me and a thousand fic ideas I will never really finish because no one will ever read them. Which is a shame because the series really lends itself to fanfiction (literally every single character is a poor little meow meow). But despite having no fandom, these books are probably objectively some of the best, most ambitious books ever written and the reason I maintain that the best books are never appreciated in their time.

-Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell by Susanna Clarke is the other best book of all time that I can’t get anyone to read because they’re just not ready. It at least has a small fandom because they made a BBC miniseries of it a few years ago that was actually quite decent and had the added benefit of casting some very attractive actors. Definitely worth a watch and if you like it, 100% worth the read (this book is my Bible)

-Laurie R. King, the Patron Saint of fanfiction, whose Sherlock Holmes and Mary Russell series survived the great Mary Sue hate of the late 90s early 00s, and who is actually a wonderful author in her own right. She used to have her own very small fandom site where people posted fanfiction and art but not nearly enough and it’s not active (at least that I can tell; I came in - you guessed it - late)

-Deadwood, that will always be one million times better than Game of Thrones to me, never had the fandom Ian McShane it deserved. Again, late so idk if there was a lot going on for it at the time but it certainly didn’t leave behind much fanfic for us stragglers

-Labyrinth, which I hesitate to include here because its not obscure and truly does have an insane amount of fanfiction but its fandom is mostly old (like me) and inactive (tell me I’m wrong and point me in the right direction!). Probably because the movie isn’t very popular anymore. However, it’s a great example of a tiny half-dead fandom with more fanfiction than it knows what to do with (even I haven’t read through it all).

-Watchmen (the graphic novel, NOT the new series). This did get a nice little surge of fans with the movie that came out and was probably the only time in my life I was there waiting for it. Ah the glory days of soaking up Rorschach/Night Owl fanfics on the ground as they came out… but it’s dead now, the book very close to cancelled and the fans mostly in hiding. There’s still a good bit of great fic out there if you love angsty slash pairings

-and last but not least, if you’re interested in random fandom-light video games, I can recommend several World of Warcraft fanfics that are absolutely lovely (and only some of them are mine 😅). I write for one minor-ish character in a now out-of-date expansion, as do @shipping-through-eternity and @mousterian-writes and @mysdrym to name a few. But all of it is lovely in their own different styles and genres, so if you have need of a dying video game fandom in your life I highly recommend!

Let me know if any of that helps, or if you have any recommendations of your own!

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trouvelle · 4 years

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Snow

For DCMK Emogust 2020 — 03.08: Snow. @dcmkemogust20xx There are many HeiShin and KaiShin fics but what about HeiKai c’mon (っ•﹏•)っ

Pairing: Heiji/Kaito friendship Rating: G Genre/Tags: apocalyptic themes.

•

They met again in a nameless part of the compound that’s darker than night.

“Hey,” the boy, clad in white, says.

To another person, who is sitting down on the curb. There’s a ragged baseball cap perched on the top of his head, obscuring the top half of his face. The other boy’s other physical features are not visible under the dim moonlight, but he knows who it is. He’s seen that cap before. Both the cap and its owner was all over the news and media at one point.

The boy glances up, “I’ve seen you around.”

He laughs dryly like the latter said something funny. “Back at you. I'm Kaito.”

The other boy tilts his head. “Hattori Heiji,” he says abruptly. “That's my name.”

“Great Detective of the West?” Kaito voices to confirm, even though he already knows.

“Used to be.”

“Kaitou Kid, Phantom Thief?” Heiji asks, his tone devoid of any accusation, like he also knows.

“Used to be.”

And then both of them are silent. Kaito’s breath fogs over, moon-silver against the black air. He's not shivering, though. Neither is Heiji.

“I didn’t expect that you’re still around,” he says, half-turning his body around to check if there is anyone else in the vicinity.

“Heh.” Sometimes he wishes he isn’t. Heiji’s lips quirk like he wants to grin.

Kaito understands. “We’re among the few people left, I guess,” he states. There’s no one else they used to know, and there’s no one else worth knowing. “This place is a joke.”

“I’m getting the hell outta this place.” Heiji scoffs. Kaito does too. “Wanna come with?”

“To escape?” Kaito laughs openly. He was once the master of escapades, after all. Maybe he should put his skills to good use once more.

The two boys are successfully blended in with the night. But maybe they are more out of place than they seem, or they try to be. They are lost, the two boys, even though neither will admit it.

The air is snowy cold, so cold they’re freezing.

•

The oceans are also starting to freeze over.

It’s supposed to be snowing, but it doesn’t. It hasn’t snowed for a while.

Kaito winces as they step onto the cold sand with bare feet.

Heiji shrugs as he walks past, all the way to the icy shore, not wavering the slightest. “This is nothing ta worry about.”

“Yep, least of my worries.” Kaito kicks forlornly at the sand. “Why do you want to come here first, anyway? We’re wasting time, you know.”

The faster they get away from the borders, the bigger their chance of getting out of here for good.

“None ‘yer business.” Heiji scowls, his eyebrows knitted in a way that reminds Kaito of someone. Ah yes, the former Head of the Osaka police department.

Kaito’s feet are starting to feel numb as he drags his toes through the sand, still following Heiji closer to the waters. “You're not planning to jump in, are you?” Not that Kaito cares that much, he barely knows him anyway.

“Moron. Why would I do that? Nothing would change even if I did.”

Heiji finds a big stick and starts to draw on the grainy sand, as if he knows immediately what he wants to write.

“For a faster process,” Kaito says, “We’re all going to be gone anyways.”

Heiji stabs the sand with the stick to draw something else, the shapes tiny next to the words. Kaito thinks it’s futile, whatever Heiji’s doing. All it takes is one big wave to come crashing to the shore and erase them, not leaving any trace behind. And Heiji knows that.

“Not for a while. They might come back.”

They.

Everyone Heiji knew.

Everyone Kaito knew.

Kaito glances up, looking at the clouds. “Not for a while,” he counters with exactly what the other boy previously said.

“It’s almost sunrise,” He says, like it matters.

Heiji steps away from the letters he drew on the sand. “Yeah.”

Kaito laughs humorlessly, looking around. “We’ve gotta get going.”

“Figures,” Heiji says, pointing further at the sky with her stick. Kaito squints. There are tiny blinks of red light, very very far away, somewhat blocked by the dark clouds. They have some time.

“You done here?” Kaito asks, and Heiji nods.

“They might, though.” Heiji brings it up again, just as Kaito thinks they’ve dropped the subject. “They’re resilient.”

Kaito chooses to answer in silence. He has been on Heiji’s end of the argument, too many times. He wonders at which point he abandons it and chooses to be on the other side. Maybe it’s when he realizes that it wasn’t only half of the universe that was wiped away, like the enemy threatened. If he had to guess, he’d ballpark the loss to be about 95%.

•

“Aight,” Heiji says finally. They've wandered so far that the purple sky doesn’t look broken.

“What?”

Heiji nods. “I need a katana.”

Kaito offers him a smirk over his shoulders. “Welcome back, tantei.”

He stops walking, traces the bark of a huge oak with his glove-clad hand. However, his finger stills, when he suddenly remembers that the bark of oak is dead, like most things around nowadays.

Like the snow, Kaito’s hand is very cold, and is growing colder, protecting what’s left in him.

Like the snow, Heiji eyes blaze icy sapphire, hiding, concealing the fire behind them.

“Do you need a weapon too?” he offers, grinning a little.

Kaito stares at his suit, his weapon. The last thing he can hold onto. It’s white, like the nonexistent snow they don’t get to see anymore. He shakes his head.

Then the sunlight is warm on their faces.

It is daytime.

#Kuroba Kaito #Hattori Heiji #dcmk #post apocalyptic #detective conan #not sure what happened prior to the events here D:#but a little post-apocalypse drabble dont hurt noone #dcmkemogust2020 #heiji hattori

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