#Side plot bunnies

[landboundstar]

Some Side Fic Writing Projects Want To Work On

Just some random ideas floating through my head.

John Constantine is assisting the annoyance of everyone, including John. What he can't tell them is who hired him to investigate a threat to Batman: Thomas and Martha Wayne.

A weird thought I have with Bleach that zanpakuto powers might be tied to who shinigami were when alive. So writing some of the shinigami when they were people and how they died.

Brooks helping some local kids on an island the Straw hats stop on who are challenged to go into a haunted house.

Some Jill Kismet fics, because I just don't see enough

Let me know if you would like to see any of these.

[methoughtsphantom]

plot bunnies about an idea i don’t have enough motivation juice to write. red hood identity reveal variety

smol jason

So, Red Hood reclutantly working alongside the Bat to take down a child trafficking ring when he is hit with a de-aging spell. It even isn’t the first time Batman encountered the end of this particular spell so he already knows the victim would have no recollection of their memories, so he protects the now child (he guessing 11 estimate age) and guides him through the panic of not being able to take off the Red Hood helmet. the one that canonically has a bomb in it (cause older Jason is a dramatic bitchTM) so like, Batman catches the child’s prying fingers and takes them away from the latches because Hood has implied the existence of a bomb and that’s enough for dread to set in his gut. Bruce gently coaxes the child to let him confirm this with a device he takes out of his belt and raises it eye level to the kid’s head. It beeps. And B feels the ground sweep out under him. Because indeed this child has a bomb to his head. (and he’s suddenly hearing another bomb go off in the distance and a warehouse and —)

anyways, B ends up taking (read kidnapping) this twelve year old to the Batcave so they can pry off the helmet and I can only picture the ANGST because this is Jason and Bruce each unaware of who the other is. Jason still lives in the streets in his mind according to him and well, according to B, he’s dead. So they start bonding, kinda awkwardly at first cuz of the helmet’s voice modulator, but Jay at that age (at any rlly) was a spitfire and like he genuinely makes B forget this is a crime lord for a second (kinda difficult to that when the kid is stuck in the helmet) but whatever. I can only see Jason being his cautious self but kinda being at ends here because he kinda does need Batman’s help to get this thing off him, so he can only, just like narrow his eyes when the Bat approaches him for a blood sample. (“Need to check for magic residue, lad.”)

(Jason’s only allows this because he has a knife he found in the clothes he’d was drowning in earlier)

As u can guess, Bruce was obviously lying and wanted to run the blood sample to see if it matched any from his database (as the Red Hood has also implied that they have met before)

Anyways Bruce just gets the alert that the blood reading was finished almost at the same time they can pry the helmet off, and because he got a little attached, he just wants to see the face of this lively if wary teenager that has the same name as his (dead) son. (he managed to pry it from him earlier, how, i dunno) It’s literally Bruce’s martyr and huge guilt-complex that goes like ‘ah yes let me see the face of a child that was failed so throughly by the people who should’ve taken care of him’. So they pry off the helmet and then Bruce feels like he’s been doused by cold water. it’s like he’s staring at the ghost of his dead son again, the image completed with ruffled hair, slightly upturned lips and blue guarded eyes that look up to him with recognition but not recognition.

Bruce immediately hardens, shuts down any hope he can feel rushing in and desperately tries to close the dam and let his confusion and rage turn into anguish. “Who are you?”

The boy—the imposter quickly tracks the 180 demeanor change and immediately goes defensive. A painfully familiar scowl appears in his face.

“I’m Jason, I already told you that, what, your old age catching up to you?”

Batman stalks closer and then the boy’s taking two steps back for every one the Bat takes. He tracks the loose outline of a hand closing in tightly around the hilt of a knife in the boy wearing his son’s face and he can only think how dare he.

“Lies! You’re not my son! Who are you?”

Heart in throat, Jason struggles to keep distance between him and the towering black shadow that’s so angry he can sense it in his very bones. He doesn’t understand.

He doesn’t.

“I-I my name’s Jason. Jason Todd. My father is Willis Todd, not—not, Batman.”

And there’s that for the little snippet. Sorry this is so disjointed😭. After that’s just the mental image of Dick cutting in with Zatanna trailing closely behind him and being all “Hey I got your message about a de-aging spell and—“ and just stopping at the scene.

Because that’s Batman towering over a clearly scared kid. Said kid using the distraction to try and stab Batman. The action clearly enraging Batman—that doesn’t make any sense?! B would never— Dick immediately sprints into action and steps in between the two.

like Dick just giving his back to the kid and not seeing. Batman clearly shaking his head in denial and snarling, treating the kid like his crime lord self and Dick not understanding. Having to receive help from Zatanna to get the kid the hell out of here (but like where would they even take him? The manor??)

Zatanna just takes them to the other side of the cave and takes note of the teenager. How he has a dead grip on a red helmet and his gaze is stuck upon it.

Meanwhile Dick has to physically restrain Batman from going after the kid and he raises his voice just enough to demand what the hell is happening?? Why is there a kid in the Batcave? …Batman??? Report. As he is demanding answers Dick had slowly loosen his grip on his dad only to now found him staring at his gauntlet’s data hologram.

The information displayed? 99.98% Match confirmed to Jason Peter Todd.

So as this is clearly pure angst, I want Jason to lash out, sticking only to Zatanna only to realize she’s the magic user that’ll quote on quote will return him back to normal.

Jason is just like on really uneven ground here, even though he doesn’t think he’s ready to retur. But then Batman is just like “Jaylad” … “Jay…” and taking off his cowl and reaching up to him and looking at him like he knows him, like he’s something fragile and precious. Which is sooo fucking jarring you can understand. Jason internally is all what the fuck

Jason just wants them to back off. Jason is an overwhelmed bean. He looks up to Nightwing for help but the man is also mirroring the Bat, domino off and eyes suspiciously bright.

Zatanna is literally the only person in the room not emotionally compromised. She’s with Jay in the ??? train.

Suddenly she looks down and there’s the little boy whose eyes are pleading in helpless confusion. Eyes practically conveying the question you can return me back to normal right?? he pointedly doesn’t rip his eyes from hers as Zatanna puts a hand on his shoulder, pretending she doesn’t notice how he trembles and wordlessly asks if he’s sure.

cut scene

Bruce interrupts because information overload and he can’t compartmentalize this is too important and he and Dick stop Zatanna to which she too is ?? because that was literally what she was called for here. Dick is no help.

Dick is torn.

[dndeceit]

Angsty little plot bunny inspired by (of all things) that instagram short going around of Thomas in costume without the contact.

(Sharing it here rather than trying to write it, because I do not have a good track record of keeping short, simple ideas either simple or short and I have way too many WIPs already. If you see anything in this you want to explore, have at it.)

One day Janus wakes up and his snake eye is gone. Just...brown like the other one. Like Thomas's. His scales even look duller, enough that they could almost blend in with his skin. And he's beset by dread at the thought that this might be a consequence of Thomas's acceptance of him. Because he wants that, he wants Thomas to listen to him, to let him be a voice at the table, but he doesn't want it at the cost of losing the parts of himself that make him who he is-

(The way he and Remus had always bitterly insisted that Virgil had.)

However, after 1. trying and failing to hide it from the others and 2. finally bringing his concerns in front of Thomas, it turns out this isn't the case at all...

As we've seen in "Making Some Changes" the sides have the ability to change not only themselves, but each other, even if the target isn't willing. But none of them have been able to do so ever since they agreed not to: it basically became a new rule in the mindscape, enforced by Roman's influence over the imagination...

Except Roman isn't the only one with that level of influence over Thomas's imagination, and Remus never agreed to anything.

And the trick is, he doesn't even realize that he's doing it. He's just convinced himself, deep down, that certain things are true. Because he's spent his entire existence being reminded that he and Janus are unpalatable, and why would anything but drastic change be enough to change anyone's mind? He's convinced himself that Janus being accepted requires Janus being made acceptable. He knows how much Janus wants Thomas's regard, he knows that acceptance is what's good for Thomas, and as much as it turns his stomach, in his mind he can't imagine any other way for Janus to truly have it...

TL;DR: Janus starts losing his snake traits and everyone thinks it's because Thomas is accepting him, but in reality it's an accidental manifestation of Remus's inability to see himself or Janus ever being accepted without removing the off-putting "flaws" the others have used to single them out.

[lefaystrent]

Plot Bunnies

Fandom: Thomas Sanders, Sanders Sides

Pairings: None

Warnings: Imaginary animal death

Summary: There's too many of them.

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Roman lunged out of his bedroom and slammed the door shut behind him. His arms stretched wide across it, forming a human barrier. His eyes darted wildly from side to side, chest heaving, clothes in disarray.

Logan paused in his jaunt through the hallway. "What are you-"

Something slammed against the door from the other side. Then again, the force of it jarring Roman as he desperately held the line.

"It's the plot bunnies!" Roman yelled. "There's too many of them! I can't hold them back!"

"Plot bunnies? What sort of rabbit is a plot?" Logan asked.

Appearing beside him eating a sandwich, Virgil answered, "It's slang, L. It means Sir Doofus here has too many story ideas in the old noggin'."

"Excuse me! I am not old!"

"Seriously? That's what you got out of that?"

Logan ignored their bickering. "Ah, I see. Your creative inspirations have exceeded your ability to efficiently process. Therefore, they have manifested in corporeal form."

Another slam came from behind the door and Roman's body jostled with it. He winced. "It's not my fault I'm so amazing!"

"Thomas has been rather motivated as of late," Logan agreed by not agreeing at all. He pulled out a notebook and pen. "Do you think they would allow me to ask questions?"

Virgil looked bug-eyed over Logan's body, both front and back. "Where did you pull those from?"

"If you want to go in there, be my guest!" Roman said. "The pen is mightier than the sword, after all."

"Quite. Well, if I may then?"

Roman and Logan stood by the door, waited long enough in between the impacts, and then Roman quickly yanked the door open enough for the other to slip in. Immediately after, Roman slammed the door shut.

"So... bunnies can't kill people, right?" Virgil asked conversationally.

"I don't hear screaming. Also we can't die, Virgil. You know this."

"It doesn't stop the fear."

"Logan took a shurikan to the head and lived. If any of us can survive killer rabbits, it's Isaac Nerdton."

"Do the rabbits have weapons or would they just gnaw you to death?"

"Virgil, you're spiraling."

"Right, sorry."

It was about this time that Logan barreled back through in a flurry of paper scraps. His clothes hung in tatters. Roman barred the door again and demanded, "Good God man, what happened in there?"

"They've formed a union," Logan said weakly.

Virgil ran a hand down his face and blew out a gust of breath. "Yeah, I'm gonna go get Remus for this one."

Even Roman couldn't argue. Sometimes violence was the answer.

Logan stood there frozen, watching Virgil walk away.

"You okay there, Specs?" Roman asked in concern. Logan didn't often go quiet.

"No. I most decidedly am not."

"Good, just as long as we're on the same page."

They stood in silence. Or rather, they stopped talking and listened to the bangs of dozens of rabbits throwing their ravenous bodies against the door.

They heard him before they saw him.

"HEEEEEEREEEEEE'S JHOOOONNYYYYY!"

Remus sonic-ran down the hallway wielding a battle axe. His eyes were alight with murder and his lips stretched back in a too-wide grin.

As if they had planned it together, Roman opened the door at the exact moment Remus needed to sprint into the room without slowing down. Then he slammed it closed once more.

Virgil walked back at a more sedate pace. He joined the others as they stood outside the door and listened to the sounds of manical cackling paired with rabbit squeals and ominous squelching.

"We never speak of this to Patton," Virgil said.

"Agreed," they both replied.

[kettlefire]

Danny knew something was horribly wrong the moment his sense's came back to him.

The air felt off. The smells and sounds that slowly came into focus was completely different. Everything felt so strange, but also so familiar.

Before he even tried opening his eyes and facing the people before him, he turned his focus inwards. Trying to piece together the hazy memories he had.

First was the evident moment everything started going downhill. A normal day suddenly shifting as the sky started to turn purple and green.

Harsh winds, and ghostly beings filled the air. Danny remembers sending Sam and Tucker to his house. Told them to find his parents and sister, get to the ops center.

He'd contact them when he can.

He doesn't think he did. It was a vague mess of fighting ghosts, teaming up with Vlad, and tracking why the living realm suddenly started looking like the zone.

While also getting the worse bruises and injuries he has had in ages.

Then he found the source. He's 97% sure he found himself up against Freakshow, but at this point it felt like he fought all of his rivals.

There was a strange pool, different from regular ectoplasm. Even with Freakshow's monologuing, he had no clue what it was.

Then he got shoved in.

Shoved in.

He didn't resurface. Some unknown energy pulling him deeper. He felt like he was drowning, being crushed, then oblivion.

Which left the question of who pulled him out, and where he was. This wasn't home. He didn't need to open his eyes to see that.

When he did finally open his eyes, he didn't expect what he saw.

Seriously, why are there so many people? And why do they have so much sharp and pointy things pointed at him???

[theshadowrealmitself]

*really late at night/early morning*

Brain: Hey, I know you’re exhausted, but for the first time in forever I’m gonna make you feel inspired to write a story, I’m also gonna give you a really good outline of how the story goes and how it ends, which you usually have trouble with

Me: But-

Brain: Oh I know, you’re not gonna be able to do it tonight, you’re also gonna lose that motivation to do it when you wake up, this is just to fuck with you rn while you try to sleep :3c

[lemonandpie]

Bruce gets fear gassed and it starts off as the same old shit. Jason's lifeless body. Tim turning into a husk of a person. All the ways he's failed Damian.

Then it turns into Dick. Bruce expects the usual things that keep him up at night, long spiels about how being Robin ruined Dick's life. But instead Dick just stands there. Hands at his sides. Asks the question Bruce never wants asked:

"Why do you hate me?"

[drbobbimorse]

Enigma’s Plot Bunnies → Hopeless Wanderer

"Are these guys friends or food?" "Food! Definitely food!" "Finally. I'm starving."

Surviving the Kinzokou Town fighting pit Hanako was forced into was arduous but easy. She never lost a fight and, since she’d been born into a cannibal tribe, the pit gave her an endless supply of food. But it wasn’t her home and she longed to be free. Nyssa had always come to her rescue before, but not this time. It was a long eight years in that cage, waiting for her dearest friend. Instead, a rubber kid claiming he was going to be King of the Pirates came and changed everything. 

Hanako hated pirates, she hated sailing, but at least these pirates didn't use seastone to cage and control her. And they didn't even seem to mind her bear form, mostly. Her eating people still bothered most of them. "Friends aren't food," Luffy told her. Unless they were in a fight, then it was okay. 

Hanako would do whatever her Captain ordered. She'd adapt to the sea. She'd get used to an altered albeit balanced diet. She'd have a real job as Sanji's sous chef, his idea. She'd go to the Grand Line and help Luffy achieve his dream because he'd saved her and she owed him. But she had dreams of her own. Hanako was going to prove she wasn't the monster the Kinzokou townspeople made her believe she was, and she was going to find Nyssa if it was the last thing she did.

[kookies2000]

Me just peacefully writing my TADC fan fic, "Remember?" With full intentions of making the main ship and story about Pomni x Ragatha.

Mabel *releases Head Over Heals and Eat Your Heart Out on AO3.*

Me: F$!#@ ME! This is a Jax x Ragatha story now!

[aqpippin]

kidfic is done and now it’s so weird like🧍🏻‍♀️what do I do now

[angst-is-love-angst-is-life]

I AM FUCKED

I AM SO FUCKED

THE PLOT BUNNIES

THEY WON’T STOP

AND NOW IT’S COLDFLASH

AND NEW LORE APPEARS EVERY SECOND

HELP ME

[dndeceit]

Saw this post and was slammed by a wild SaSi plot-bunny that I just had to share.

(Free to good home, bunnies are plentiful.)

Imagine Patton as a NannyBot. One specifically designed with an appearance and mannerisms identical to the parent of the child they're assigned to care for so that the children form bonds with their parents even when they're actually absent. Shorts Dad/Daed is a wealthy businessman or politician who has commissioned one of these bots to take care of his son in his place.

Imagine Patton taking care of this man's son for years, being there for the boy, and this man being arrogant enough to think that his son, once grown, wouldn't know the difference.

Now imagine that son is Janus.

He has a robot that has been built in the likeness of his very rich, very influential father, and programmed to see to his every need. Once he got older, there's no way he wouldn't find a way to use that to his advantage. Imagine him, as a teenager, using this robot to withdraw cash, take out loans, make purchases in his father's name. And for a long time he doesn't get caught.

Only, one day he is caught and his father is furious. And he decides that if Janus is old enough to be a criminal then he's certainly old enough not to need a Nanny. He declares that this one is headed straight to the trash heap.

Now imagine Janus realizing only then just where his attachments lie, and realizing he has to find a way to save his dad from being scrapped.

[the-devil-in-the-details-666]

“Plot bunny” bitch no, I’ve got a plot White Rabbit, in that it leads me along and suddenly I’ve fallen into a rabbit hole and am about 50k words into a story that was supposed to be a maximum of 2k words

[brokenhardies]

Maya Hawthorne in Kill Your Darlings Simon Says

17-year-old Maya Hawthorne had her life figured out before Simon was murdered during detention. Go to college, get a degree in journalism and become the next Louie Theroux.

But after Simon died, everything came crashing down. While this should be celebratory -- Simon was an asshole who was willing to hurt others for his own petty reasons, under the guise of letting off steam -- until it's revealed that Simon had dirt on everyone involved in that detention room...

And some that weren't. Her relationship with social pariah Leah was leaked a few days after Simon's death, acting as if Maya had something to do with Simon's death. Suddenly, Maya is ready to become a pariah like her ex-girlfriend, her life ruined by Simon both directly and indirectly...

Or, she could use her journalistic mind to try to help the Bayview Four - now Five - find the real killer. Everyone is lying. Can Maya sus out the truth?

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[jack-daww]

Anne lives with an eldritch being. They're friends. One day, she notices it staying in human form longer and longer, not even turning back when they're alone in their home. She decides to confront it about it.

She graps its hand. Even in human form, she can feel how unnaturally cold it is, lacking all the warmth a living person normally has. The feeling has long since become comforting to her.

"Talk to me. Why do you keep staying human? I know it costa a lot of energy. You're always tired recently, this isn't healthy."

Her friend shrugs, a too human move. It looks foced, practiced. She frowns.

"Please."

It looks at her with too human eyes, a too-human face filled with fake emotions. Her friend shouldn't look like this, not when it's just them. And most wouldn't notice, wouldn't recognize how unnatural everything is besides a feeling of wrongness in their stomach, but Anne knows her friend, has known it for years. Everything unsetteling about it has long since fallen away into familiar comfort.

"It's just- I know my real form isn't easy to look at, even for you. And I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

Anne cups its face in her hands.

"You don't. You never have to hide yourself for my sake. Never, okay? I love who you are, you don't need to change."

She keeps holding on, even as its form melt away to shadows and glowing eyes, sliding over her fingers and up her arms until it settles on her shoulders, no longer liquid shadow but not quite solid. Something that might reseble a dragon, shifting through casteristics of different animals in what Anne knows is her mind trying to comprehend what she's seeing. The only thing staying constant are the glowing eyes, barely visible in the corner of her vision.

"That's better. And if you're ever worried again, talk to me, okay?"

It doesn't answer verbally, but Anne can feel its agreement and affection being projected directly into her brain. This used to give her headaches. Now the motion is calming. She likes having her friend close.

[dailylogyn]

Thanks to plotting out my Logyn MCU ideas for years, I’ve also started to develop a crack ship of mine. It’s Doctor Strange and Sigyn. 

But Serenity, WHY?

I’ll be explaining it in one of my shorts soon between the both of them. *proceeds to hide*