#crazy fanfiction ideas

[megamagica1234]

So, i find myself fanficly conflicted

On FFN i received a guest review asking about one of two fanfics i took down. Both relating to wicked

There was a trend in the 2010s, not sure if its gone away or not, that was interview with the characters fics. Mine was cartoony, honestly kinda cringey, mixed with “well i was definitely young and on the fun puberty hormones writing some of this”

I took it down when i took down my other wicked fic. Because some of the references i made tied into it. I still have them both, backed up to the same word doc.

The proper fic i kinda dropped off of, and looking at it one day realized i kinda lost the plot for and whereever the plot was going it most certainly wasnt in a direction i would go now. Helps that im not entirely sure what direction i was actually going with it either. Hadnt adopted my, start with an ending, write the beginning, everything else is plot based filler method.

And when i say lost the plot, was reading through it again and basically *john travolta pulp fiction meme here*

Now i have always intended to rewrite the proper fic but im in two minds about what to do with the interview fic. Part of me wants to start it back up again, basically reboot it, like chapter one could be introduction and the entire original interview fic basically replayed as an introduction. Would basically make the first chapter, i think 10k words from the word go

Another part of me wants to reboot it the same way but make it a crossover with my current fic series. As ive dubbed it, legends of oz: the chaos saga. Like ive got the opening in mind that works for both, doing a bit of a comedic retro thing.

Write two sets of characters, have more fun with it just because the worlds of wicked and legends of oz Dorothy’s return are vastly different. Could be a nice compare and contrast to write the separate version of each characters mindsets. Plus one or more ocs to throw the occasional spanner in the works.

As im writing this, ive come up with an interesting third option, do both, reboot it like a seasonal show. Season one, the wicked character interview reboot, season two the crossover



[justaz]

arthur becoming king and showering merlin in gifts to the point where it looks like hes a nobleman. camelot going yup thats the kings consort, i think we’re two months away from a royal wedding. visiting nobles/royals who have no idea about “merlin and arthur” treating merlin like a nobleman until he corrects them. visiting nobles/royals who DO know about “merlin and arthur” not being surprised in the slightest. merlin getting away with everything and blatantly stealing from the kings plate during a feast and they’re all just like “yeah alright” idk just merlin being spoiled by his bf who isn’t his bf but who desperately wants to be

[mechazushi]

The thief better get this guard pregnant before I do.

[imsilay]

you wanted to the trend where people taped their phones onto the ceiling of their beds and recorded themselves sleeping. it was cute, most of them were couples but you had your cat so you thought it’d be cute.

but nothing could prepare you for what you’d see in the video next day.

LETS WRITE THIS STORY TOGETHER I WANNA SEE EVERYONES THOUGHTS!!!!

you can add anyone (König, Simon, Price etc.), reblog and write the rest or give me some ideas to help me write it myself :)

[blackholesun321]

Hey guys did I hallucinate this but does anyone remember that arcane fic way back like two years ago I forget the name— that got really popular and it was about Jayce going to prison after his trial and meeting Vi in prison and Viktor I think used Jayce notes and created Hex-tech, and Viktor took Jayce’s place in piltover? Which like amazing plot seriously sounds really interesting accept it was called racist and basically just made Jayce a violent man of color? And there was like a lot of controversy over it? And also with all the interesting ways that au could have gone it basically played out as a one to one of canon in piltover I think but with just Viktor?

I think it was on wattpad didn’t read it, so I have no idea if any of these accusations are true maybe a little probably not as bad as stated but like I do remember it being a thing in the fandom? Im not making this up I think?

[cartoon-buffoon]

Short fanfic that I randomly made when being bored outta my mind during classes:

"ROUND 2"

Featuring: Monster Frankie & The Lucky Contestant!

Lucky burst through the doors out of one of the play areas into the maintenance tunnels used by staff. Despite currently being winded from parkour, this season was off to a great start. Unlike last time where they were chased at every opportunity by mascots, their only respite being puzzles which they would have to exercise their authentic skills to use, Lucky had ran into no such obstacles. The starting line was an honest to God starting line that all four contestants used, Lucky actually competed with three others this time around rather than being a sole survivor. Well, they competed at first.

For some reason the further they got the more strange occurrences occured. Certain puzzles were already finished, vent openings were busted open and some parkour challenges like the rotating logs were turned off and stagnant. Now this could have been all dismissed as a simple case of the other Frankie forgetting to reset everything but Lucky couldn't help but shake the feeling something sinister was afoot. One by one each of the other contestants vanished, at first it was contestant 2 who they assumed just wondered off but after contestant 1 went missing it became clear something wasn't right. Lucky and contestant number 4 continued to run side by side by each other but not to long ago in a section where they had to crawl through the vents did Lucky find themselves all alone. Just like the previous season they were now running along, by themselves with their only company being the occasional directions from Frankie over the intercom. Of course any questions asked to the rabbit would be simply dismiss so they didn't even bother. Instead they carried on, running just for the sake of the game.

"Long time no see"

Lucky stopped running, a voice oddly familiar interrupting their train of thought. They couldn't make out who was speaking but the voice came from all the way down the hall. With both the mask obstructing their vision, and the general darkness of the area they could barely make out a vague silhouette, no bigger than three foot.

"Who's there?" Lucky asked, their voice reverberating off the walls.

"Aww come on, don'tcha recognize lil ol' me?"

Lucky could finally see who was talking, their body coming partially into view. They could only see the red shoes and floppy ears that protruded from the shadows but it was more than enough to deduce who it was. It was Frankie—but not the one watching the cameras. The voice was all different and while the other Frankie was small in comparison to the monster this one was small. By what they could see, it was a version of the rabbit similar in appearance to the proper mascot of the place.

"uhh.." Lucky struggled for words "I mean... you're a Frankie? Not one I've met yet at least..."

"Oh you've met me alright, I think we're all too acquainted if you ask me!" The rabbit spat.

The words were spoken with such harshness that Lucky was taken aback. So far his tone seemed eerie but held a sort of warmness but it was clear whoever this Frankie was he was no friend. Lucky pondered who on earth this rabbit could be, was this the obstacle the other Frankie said? After Henry's head popped and the killer was incinerated they needed something to make the game interesting once again. Lucky thought nothing of it, after all what could be worse than being chased by a 10 feet tall killer rabbit? Whatever the new obstacle would be would be a major upgrade in safety and easier to manage.

At least that's what they thought.

The Frankie had stepped into the light showing himself proper and it suddenly made so much sense all of a sudden. With a crazed smile and coated in blood ear to shoe they stood, glaring at Lucky with nothing but contempt. Red shoes and gloves held a much darker hue than what they should have been, grey fur was frizzled and messed, even the black top-hat they wore looked like it was partially torn from a struggle that had happened. The most striking part of this Frankie was his eyes, they glowed a bright red and held the fury of somebody craving vengeance. The fury of somebody who had lost at their own game. The fury of somebody who was burnt to a crisp and came back with even more murderous intent than the first time.

"Those other three put up quite the fight" Frankie said with a chuckle and finger wag "This new body ain't as strong as my old one but it DEFINITELY does its job" Frankie stretched one of their robotic limbs back into the darkness. Like a snakes body it slithered into the black until he found what he was searching for "I understand the issue though, I understand it all! Hehehe"

SPLAT

A line of disembodied heads with their faces covered by rabbit masks were thrown at Lucky's feet. A chain had been plunged right through all three keeping them in a neat row, from the top of the firsts' skull down to the third's neck-hole the bloodied metal made a soft rattle next to the loud splat that the heads made when they were thrown. Even though they were masked Lucky could tell who the heads belonged to, the lifeless eyes that hung open barely visible through the black of the mask's pupils was a perfect match to the previous competitors who went missing suddenly.

"Ya see–they fought! They prolonged it, I didn't WANT to do that to them but they just wouldn't accept it and tried and tried and tried, and tried to fight back all because I'm SMALL!" Frankie grasped at his ears and tugged them down, his words frantic and rushed as he grit his teeth and glared down at the heads "they didn't play the game right! They tried to cheat! DIRTY FUCKING CHEATERS EACH AND EVERYONE OF THEM!" His eyes snapped up to Lucky, their trembling body making him smile "but you? Noooo, you play the game right! That's what I like about you!" Frankie walked forward as one of his arms searched for something else in the darkness "one of my favorite things about you is how you don't try to fight back! You know the rules and your role, I chase, you run, I try to catch, and if I do catch you tyen I get to rip out that heart that should have stopped beating LONG AGO!"

shing

Lucky stepped back, finally seeing what Frankie had grabbed a hold of.

"But it's fine! We can fix that heartbeat of yours" Frankie said as he brandished the bloody steel of an axe. With a smirk on his face he pressed the blade to his face, letting the sharp edge drag against his synthetic skin causing a mysterious black liquid to dribble out "now I think we've talked enough, what say we get started on that rematch that I'm just DYING to have!?"

Lucky took a step backwards, their heat racing in their chest. They couldn't believe it, they didn't want to believe it. After the first time they believed they would never see that Frankie again, well I mean they weren't seeing that Frankie exactly but whatever this was was way worse! Why the hell did he get a new body? Who the hell gave him a body? Lucky didn't know, all that they knew is that their legs were carrying them in the exact opposite direction the second they realized the space between them and Frankie was minimal. They prayed that this new body of his was as slow as the old one although by the murderous chuckle that the rabbit gave it was clear he was more than capable of covering distance. Still, Lucky ran as fast as their legs could take them while Frankie laughed and laughed.

[devine-fem]

"dame" is such a pretty and pristine thing to call someone, that's some shit you'd call your girlfriend… jondami nation capitilize off the fact that not only are they raising a kid but JON CALLS DAMIAN something that means “pretty lady, woman of rank, or WIFE.” please (not in a feminizing way) but domestic way thats like jon’s version of “honey” or “sweetheart.” for him to call damian this only now while they are raising a kid is crazy, DO YOU SEE THE VISION?

explanation

[godmadeaterribleerror]

Ok, so chapter 19 is over 21k words and I’m not even done with the second pov. Hopefully we’ll have it finished, edited, and up tonight? If not, definitely tomorrow. See you soon!!

[pancake-cat22]

Was just at a hockey game and I have decided that it is very gay. I mean, the players keep grabbing each other and stuff. I mean sure, it’s because they’re slamming each other into walls, but my opinion stands.

Either way, it made me want to write a gay hockey au fanfiction but then I remembered that I don’t know enough about hockey to do that and am too lazy to make research. So, if anyone wants to steal the idea, please do and send me the link. I would be forever grateful. Even better if it were smalletho. Please.

[bleue-flora]

Dream A Little Dream Of Me for wip game :p

So I don’t know if I’ve talked about this one or not, but basically this is finale for the Sweet Dreams series, where everyone gets catch in Dream’s nightmare. :)

I still haven’t worked out all the details yet but my thoughts at the moment are that XD tries to use Dream’s nightmare that everyone entered to kill members of the server to gain power, so the memories actually have real effects on people like causing literal mirroring wounds.

My original idea was that the people who sympathized with Dream would be able to slip out, so the nightmare would progress to get worse and worse and as it went along different characters would empathize and understand Dream more and be able to escape. Now, I think instead I might do more so that Dream is trying to free people and sneak them out of the dream to save them from XD. The people who wake up then tend to the injured ones asleep to keep them from like bleeding out and such. Maybe even Sam is there identifying what the injury is from to help them address it, which of course upsets people further… so yea I think that’s all I’ll say for now as I don’t want to spoil too much. :) I have considered using Misery Loves An Idiot as a stand in for the different Quackity nightmare scenes so I don’t have to write them but just reference them with maybe the different character’s reactions. But we’ll see…

He laughs and it sounds so bitter it has to taste bad, “Did you enjoy the show? Did you enjoy your front row tickets to my misery? Did you have fun?”

…and yes technically this does mean Quackity would be torturing himself which is funny to think about. The ultimate karma. :]

[rockscs]

so i took a look at karl heisenberg and said that he deserves to be a girl dad. except theyre the most dysfunctional family ever.

Anyways, he, while kidnapping people to turn into lycans, stumbles upon a sickly 14-15 year old girl, and while it would never realistically ever happen, decided to do a different experiment. Just like miranda did to him, he decides to attempt to mutate her. Someone else like him would be seriously useful when the time to fight Mom came around, so might as well. She would not be any useful as a lycan in this state, there was nothing to lose with trying.

The girl, in and out of consiousness doesn’t understand jack shit of what’s happening, why are there needles poking her around, why the hell she feels so groggy. She doesn’t get it.

And so while the girl is strapped in a chair to avoid any complications during the process, Karl starts the procedure.

The girl’s eyes burst open, and a groan rips from her throat, she starts trashing as the Cadou starts to settle. But Heisenberg, lacks Miranda’s magic, hes a mere engineer, after all.

The girl screams in agony as her skin lights on fire, starting on her left eye and bubbling the skin around, spreading over half of her face, down her neck over her shoulders. Heisenberg in a panic, sends another vial mixed in the solution pouring into the girl’s arm. She does not stop burning, but her screams die down, and she passes out from exhaustion before she can register that the fire does not burn anymore.

Next time she wakes up with a start sitting up, gasping air, heaving. She leans over to the side, and heaves up her empty stomach, nothing but gastric acid and whatever she managed to scavenge before settling into bed.

She takes in her surroundings, noting the dirty bathtub she sat in, filled in water. She shivered, eyes wide as she started trying to cross her arms over her torso in a weak attempt of either warmth, or self soothing, she couldn’t know. Everything in the room seemed filthy either way.

She fliched as she made contact with something. Herself. She looked down, finally noticing the bandages around her arms, soaked through a mixture of water and blood. Her blood. She gasps, eyes widening as she scrambles up the bathtub splashing all over, whines making their way up her throat as she noticed she cant see out of one eye.

She reaches her hand up touching the bandages that not only covered half of her face, but half of her goddamned head. She cries out, either finally registering the pain she’s still in, or shock at discovering her new self.

She jumped out of the bathtub, falling unto the floor with a wet splat. She stands on shaky legs, shivering at the cold air and adrenaline. A buzz under her skin. She shakes her head, scarred hands grasping at the hair left in her scalp.

The outburst of emotions triggering a burst of fire. A gutteral scream rips from her throat once again, falling to the floor, expecting the never-ending pain from before. She still doesn’t register that it doesn’t hurt until a bucketful of ice cold water falls over her head. killing the flames, and doing a semi-good job at diminishing her distress.

She looks up in shivers and gasps, to see a shabby graying man, smoking a cigar in a heavy brown coat, pendants clinking, hanging from his neck. He looks unbothered as he throws the, now empty, bucket across the room, and takes a deep drag of his cigar, before letting it drop to the floor and stepping on it. She notices it was basically new.

“Oh boy, Oh boy.” He said sarcastically, picking invisible lint from his coat. “If it isnt the girl who lived!”

He knees down in front of her meeting her eye. “You are one resilient kid, let me tell ya’ that.” She looks in shock, still shivering from the cold at the stranger before her.

She watched him extend his hand, and with his other one, tipping the leather hat gracing his head. “The names’ Karl Heisenberg. Welcome to the team, kid.”

She had so many questions, many she was sure had no answer. But while she wasn’t able to find her voice, she reached out, shaking. She couldn’t help but notice how gently the callouses grasped her charred hand.

[justaz]

how many time loop fics are out there?? i need to see merlin get stuck in a loop and eventually just go “fuck it” and mess around. he uses magic openly and spits at uther’s feet and kisses arthur and stages a coup just for the fun of it and sets kilgharrah free to fly around

[youchangedmedestiel]

Had two nightmares in a raw last night, when I got tired of it I thought about Destiel, about a fic I started.

Fighting nightmares, thinking about Destiel. The coping mechanism.

[disgorgedfoetus]

big brother cloud strife 🗣️📢🔊🔊🔊🔊

[sphnyspinspin]

Okay so… I’m definitely a couple years late to the “party”, but what exactly is the deal with the Decepticons who crashed on Earth being animal related?

They never mentioned being Predacons (cause I assume those are still a future thing) and Maximals are the Autobot adjacent animal-Cybertronian fused bots. I just assumed they were some kind of version of Beastformers, but I never recalled them mentioning anything. Because I feel like that could be at least mentioned in the TFWiki. So am I just left to assume that some Cybertronians are forged with animal attributes and some aren’t, and that the Alchemor was made specifically for the Decepticons who fit into that category?

I know that I might be reading too much into this but come on. Am I just not remembering when Fixit would say “Beastformer” —out loud specifically? Or do they just not say it so we’re left to assume that they’re directly coming from Cybertron? Because there is a planet in Transformers Lore (maybe not specifically Aligned lore but I wouldn’t know) called Jungle Planet, which had many different aliases, that had Transformers that took on animal attributes over time.

Maybe the writers wanted to keep on pushing the Decepticons=bad and Autobots=good agenda a bit further by just making the Cons’ Beastformers to label them as “animals instead of people”. And it’s already bad enough if you look at RiD15 as just Transformer copaganda in general.

I dunno. Five minutes into making this post I literally just went to TfWiki and read about IDW’s Jungle Planet, aka Eukaris, and lightly skimmed its lore and it made some sense. Not complete sense—some sense.

But that still doesn’t excuse why the Alchemor ONLY carried Beatsformers. Or was at least 90% Beastformers, I did see a few Vehicons—BUT MY POINT STILL STANDS! >:[

I honestly have a really good theory imo, but that’s for a separate post, and this one’s getting too long.

[domeniudulce]

I'm so tired. anyone have any Bloodborne longfic recommendations. I'll take pretty much anything at this point, I just want more Bloodborne in my life.