#fanfic ideas up for adoption

[an-au-blog]

I am disgusted by how little shuggy content there is out there... so here's my drop in the ocean:

King/Emperor Shanks who is far too attached to his jester. Everyone sees it and it's so confusing because one second Shanks will be discussing war plans and looks like he's about to kill someone. And the next he's smiling like a kid in a candy store because the clown stumbled into the room because he was at the door, trying to eavesdrop. What's even odder - the king doesn't kill him for it, no jail, not even shooing him away. He makes him sit next to him (only because Buggy refused to sit in his lap) so he can hear them better. What's even more worrying is that he considers the jester's opinions on such matters.

The king had two addictions and only they could make him truly laugh and smile (other than his nephews). Alcohol, which he would be found consuming nearly all the time. And Buggy the jester. He didn't even have to be funny, he was just angrily shouting at the king most of the time and yet the king seemed to enjoy his company the most.

nsfw implantations under separation line:

Behind closed doors, when he isn't keeping his jester under him, the king is almost always on his knees. Buggy may be a jester in the court but in his king's sheets, he's no less than a queen.

Shanks has asked for his hand more than once but Buggy could never accept. Being the king's lover out in the open meant a life of fear. And how could he take the hand of a man who he can reduce to a dog, who do willingly proposed they run away together.

So Buggy felt like a hostage. Not because of power imbalance between a king and a jester. But one of a man ready to throw away his kingdom without hesitation for a jester who promised himself to never let that happen. Therefore Buggy kept him on his knees like a common whore. Wailing and hauling for him.

The anger at the king who made his duties Buggy's responsibilities kept on boiling.

[justaz]

sometime during season 2 merlin realizes how dense camelot is. he’s been accused and even confessed to sorcery multiple times and no one has believed him. even when aredian accused him of sorcery, uther was hesitant to execute him. UTHER was HESITANT to execute him after being accused of SORCERY. merlin gets accused of sorcery bc people think he’s put them under a love spell. he’s gone to arthur at the darkest of times and whispered how he could perform a spell to save everyone and arthur bites back that its not the time for jokes.

merlin realizing how stupid everyone is. he tests it a few times: he gives gwen a bouquet of flowers and tells her he conjured them with magic, she just laughs and thanks him for the flowers, mumbling about how funny and ridiculous he is; he joins the servants in their ranting over their jobs and says that he has a trick up his sleeve to complete his job…magic!! they ohh and ahh sarcastically and mutter how much easier their jobs would be if any of them actually could do magic; he tells leon straight up that he’s planning on killing uther with magic, leon just laughs, pats his back, and wishes him luck.

the whole city is so fucking stupid!!! merlin tests his luck further and blatantly commits acts of magic in front of people and they’re just like “:o how odd…oh well” and go about their day. someone comments on merlin’s eyes going gold and he’s just like “mmmmyeah my eyes just do that in the sun sometimes” and NO ONE questions it. he notices how people go out of their way to help him and they slip him things for free or just as gifts. he notices how much he gets away with with arthur and morgana and even uther. merlin spills a bit of wine and uther goes “i will never understand why my son insists on keeping you around” and merlin smirks and goes “i put a spell on him” and uther throws his head back in laughter

merlin doesn’t perform obvious acts of magic, he doesn’t yell out in the old tongue in front of anyone or whatever, but he gets away with magic so much and he knows that no one will ever truly suspect him or accuse him anymore (and if he is accused then it wont go anywhere, uther will just roll his eyes and wave away the accusation) so he just stops giving a fuck. he ends up helping morgana with her magic and is like “yeah this kingdom is so fucking stupid i wouldn’t even worry about it girl”

[kizzer55555]

DP X DC School Project

So...I am part of a dp x dc Discord server under the nickname Jazz. Someone decided to post a Pinterest picture in the fanfic ideas channel. This is the conversation it created. I love this Discord server so much.

Eros:

Danny and Damain working together on school project together.

Or even Dani and Damian up to you.

Adonnenniel "Addy":

Danny and Damian just sounds so much more funny to me.

Eros:

Alrights 👌

BreKitten:

Oh my gosh, that's hilarious

Eros:

And they totally would act like this

Apricot:

crying lmao

Adonnenniel "Addy":

Damien: Why wouldn't we shop at [the expensive place]? I am an heir-

Danny: taps the paper 2k a month. You gave up your money to make me feel more comfortable.

Damien: Why would I care about your comfort?

Danny: dramatic gasp How could say that about your husband?!

Apricot:

Damian: husband?! what "husband"?!

Eros:

then proceeded to fight on types of toast and pricy vegetarian meals

Danny: look our family needs a balance diet, we can't live off vegetables alone! The very least we should mix it with some actual food like Ectoplasm.

(if Ectoplasm can be considered all kind of elements/a semi living organism since it revives things then any food brought to life should be counted as a beast of some kind)

Eros:

Also counts since Danny lived off ectoplasm for a fair bit of his life so he would see it as a food source

Eros:

Danny: me. I'm your husband, we agreed to marry to make it easier for the kids.

Apricot:

Damian: KIDS?!

Adonnenniel "Addy":

Danny: Danny Jr and Damian Jr!

Eros:

Danny: yes kids, don't tell me you forgot we had kids! I swear you'll say you forgot we have pets too!

Danny: shows the paper that says they have a pet and two kids

Jazz:

No wait, the ectoplasm comes last. Just the Wayne’s seeing Damian and this random kid fight about every single thing. Finally Damian comes home and says that they finally agreed on something.

The Wayne’s: finally. Looks like this is a good learning experience:

Damian: we have agreed to live off of Lazarus water.

Wayne’s: ABORT! ABORT! ABORT!

And the best thing is that they might not know about Danny being a halfa. So they think Damian is now corrupting random citizens.

Jazz:

Cause like, they both grew up with Lazarus water/ectoplasm and know the nutritional value.

Eros:

Indeed~

Jazz:

Great for child development too!

They both turned out great!

Eros:

Hehehe

Alright now both Danny and Damian are fully into this project now they have at least a agreed idea on food

Because the project they have is this; budget for every day living

So they have food set out

There is now trying to keep the house running and kids/pets alive and entertained

Danny agrees that with his skills he can do the majority of repairs, Damian agrees to take responsibility of the pets

They are now having an argument on how children should be raised.

Adonnenniel "Addy":

Damian is all for strict discipline, high standards of education, after school activities (he may not want his kids to be assassins but he still wants the best).

Danny's all for independence, finding your own way, encouragement and lots of love and support.

Damian: Do you want our children to grow up to be garbagemen?!

Danny: Do you know how much a garbageman makes?!

Eros:

Danny grew up around a lot of physical affection and love from his folks, except around the time of the accident/the holidays he always knew his parents loved each other very very much.

Damian comes from such an emotionally constipated house hold that he only gets the majority of physical affection from Dick

Jazz:

Lol

This is so perfect.

Danny then says something that puts Damian’s entire world view into question.

Danny: is this how you would treat our pets?!

Eros:

Damian: gasp how dare you, how very dare you!

Adonnenniel "Addy":

XD Danny, recounting the story later to Sam and Tucker: I swear, if he had pearls, he would've clutched them.

Eros:

Hehehe

Jazz:

Me imagining Damian going to Dick to complain.

Damian: can you imagine?! Raising kids and hugging them! Or saying it’s ok to fail!

Dick’s face.

Eros:

Damian complaining to his family: we might have agreed on living off Lazarus water, but now he wishes for our children to just go wild, then compared our pets to them!

Jazz:

Damian: obviously our pets would act nothing like those…savages.

Eros:

It just keeps getting better~

Adonnenniel "Addy":

Waynes are listening to this kind of like a soap opera

Eros:

Sam: wow Danny, at the very least your doing better then when you were partnered up with Val, like the majority of the time you were trying to pawn off raising the kid on each other until the flower was in danger, but I can't say much myself since Tucker pulled a Kronos.

Which opened a new can of worms; how much time were they going to take care and be there for their "kids" what kind of training would they go through

Adonnenniel "Addy":

Hehehe

Adonnenniel "Addy":

Danny: I learned from my mistakes. I wasn't ready to be a parent then.

Eros:

Their whole class and teachers are watching it like a soap opera

Eros:

The very least they get to see it live and not re counted

Jazz:

(Someone get popcorn, or they just get out their packed lunches early).

Adonnenniel "Addy":

Yes! The Waynes and Sam and Tucker get the play-by-play but the class gets to see the actual show!

Jazz:

No wait, someone records it and post it and then it goes viral. (Do they think that the Wayne’s make a lot more sense now hearing of how Damian thinks children should be raised?)

(Are there now more questions?!)

Adonnenniel "Addy":

Oooh. I can see people being even worse to Damian. Maybe pitying him because he grew up with so little love.

Eros:

Then the next day Danny brings up the issue of child raising again since Sam makes a good point.

Danny: okay so I've re think a few things, mainly on occasion the kids should get self defense classes or something like that since it would make most sense to keep them safe. But beyond work and school activities how should we spend our time with them?

Jazz:

People see the two about to continue their conversation and immediately stop what they are doing to bring their phones out.

What if this becomes one of the most popular ‘dramas’? Like, so much in fact even villains will stop what they are doing to watch?

Eros:

(because Danny comes from a physical affectionate house doesn't mean there was neglect from his folks working way too much)

Jazz pretty much raised him when it came to actual child care so Danny is determined to be there for his "kids"

Not just for the fun stuff or being pulled to random projects

Jazz:

They get super invested in this project.

Also, what if people intentionally goad them on? Like seeing them together and asking if a kid should be left alone at home or with a babysitter or what they’ll do during a blackout/tornado?

Eros:

Surprisingly it's Danny who brings a big book of plans in case if emergencies

Adonnenniel "Addy":

Yes!

Adonnenniel "Addy": - reply to students and citizens goading Danny and Damian on.

The teacher reworks their lesson plans to do an extended deep dive into home economics so that this can keep happening.

Jazz:

Absolutely.

Jazz:

Some of the emergency responses are normal like, if there is a tornado, evacuate kids to a shelter, others are strange like arguing whether you should fight the burglar or prioritize the kids. Others are just plain weird. A blackout? Both Damian and Danny will turn to face the questioner. Obviously they’ll be able to see in the dark. (Effect of ectoplasm/Lazarus exposure).

Eros:

Danny is even willing to share on the "in case of apocalypses" situations

Jazz:

Neither question why they know a massive amount of information about various world ending disasters/villains.

Eros:

Oh and how they should pack bags for school and for emergencies

Jazz:

Omg, they make a kid survival kit. Including blasters and knives.

Eros:

Danny insists they should put some of the survival kit stuff in the school bag

Jazz:

Everything a five year old should take to school.

Eros:

Ooo discussion on how old their kids should be to learn about weapons and how to safely handle them

Adonnenniel "Addy":

Danny: Eight should be good.

Damian: Eight is way too late to start!

Jazz:

The fact that both agree this is a necessary subject to teach their kids. Everyone’s reaction to hearing various ways you can kill/dismember a person and why this won’t work. Not because it’s immoral but clearly because young kids don’t have the necessary arm length to complete certain maneuvers.

Eros:

Damian: that's why we should put the kids into martial arts and gymnastics as soon as possible so  they can be flexible enough!

Jazz:

Danny: that’s why we should wait until their older and focus on their aim while young! Their muscle memory will be all wrong by the time they reach the appropriate age!

Damian: they will not always have a weapon to aim. The body is the only reliable weapon that will never fail.

Eros:

Now to add extra into the mix; Bruce and Jazz (who is now Danny's legal guardian) show up to school to pick them up as they are in a middle of an argument

Danny: and who will be the one teaching them? Because proper teachers will be expensive, at least we can teach them at home how to aim properly! It can be a bonding experience!

Adonnenniel "Addy":

Jazz: What are you talking about?

Danny: Teaching our young children proper aim.

Jazz: You will not!

Danny: I mean, you're obviously not going to teach them.

Jazz:

Damian: I can teach them perfectly fine.

Danny: what about work? You can’t be with them all the time. 

Damian: I can take them with me. We can travel around Gotham and learn to fight through experience. 

Danny: you are not taking our children to fight on the streets

Damian: what, didn’t you want us bonding?! Make up your mind!

Dick looking at Bruce. “This is your fault.”

Eros:

Danny: You're not letting our children out on the streets, they will put too many people in the hospital! You have any idea how expensive that would be!

Adonnenniel "Addy":

Damian casually dropping he's Robin?

Jazz:

Danny not even processing it.

Then casually stating he’s dead. Damian skipping that detail.

Adonnenniel "Addy":

XD They're too caught up in the roles.

Jazz:

Exactly.

Adonnenniel "Addy":

Maybe afterwards, if they think back on it.

Jazz:

Like vigilantism and the dead coming back to life is normal for them. They are focusing on the children right now thank you.

Adonnenniel "Addy":

And then they both come up with the excuse "I was just adding to lore, it was all pretend!"

Eros:

Not before this;

Damian: fine if you want to control our lives and children then we should just divorce!!

Jazz:

Danny: oh I’m controlling?!

Adonnenniel "Addy":

Do they get Alfred to be the judge to oversee their divorce?

Jazz:

Danny: fine, our kids and pets will be happier with me anyways.

Damian: don’t you dare bring the pets into this.

Damian going to Bruce to use the Wayne lawyers for this imaginary family divorce.

He will win this.

Danny actually going to Vlad.

Adonnenniel "Addy":

Vlad has been watching the whole time. He doesn't need to be brought up to speed.

Jazz:

Both of them are like, this is ridiculous. But on the other hand, my child actually asked for help from me for once.

Eros:

Hehehe

Danny uses Dani as an example of a child that is better off with him

Jazz:

Lol

Adonnenniel "Addy":

And Jazz even brings it up to Bruce that if Damian didn't get to play like this as a young kid, he might be making up for lost time, in his own intense way.

Eros:

Because that's what Danny is doing too

Jazz:

The absolute struggle both Bruce and Vlad go through on whether or not to actually do this and use up their lawyers, money, and resources.

The viral videos increase. 

Eros:

Danny getting frustrated enough that he is tempted to get Clockwork to be the judge

Adonnenniel "Addy":

Bruce gets his other kids involved? They play as Damian's lawyers?

Eros:

Yesz

Jazz:

Dick is having a blast.

Then Sam comes in for Danny’s defense.

Both Tucker, Tim, and Barbra (possibly Technis) get into a hacking war.

Eros:

Yesss!

Adonnenniel "Addy":

Yesss!

Jazz:

Cujo and Titus become best friends.

Eros:

Dani is still the example child

Jazz:

Tim is Damian’s example child.

Eros:

Peepaw Clockwork comes in a human form to judges

Jazz:

Alfred and Clockwork have tea.

And discuss their kids.

Adonnenniel "Addy":

Tim: I'm older than you! How am I your example child?!

Dick: whispers Hey, he's including you without stabbing you. Take the win.

Eros:

Clockwork: I do hope they figure this all out before their legit kids are born~

Jazz:

Yesssss.

Eros:

Danny: finally stops, going into a blushing and betrayed look at Clockwork

Damian: who doesn't know Clockwork sees the future what on earth are you talking about, we barely are keeping together for the kids we do have!

Gestures to Tim and Dani

Jazz:

Tim: I’m. Older. Than you!

Damian. Then start acting like it.

Danny: (trying to recover) tsk tsk, how can you treat your son this way?

Damian: he’s adopted.

Eros:

Danny: and she's a clone, doesn't mean they can't be loved and cared for as their own persons!

Danny: to prove a point he hugs both Dani and Tim, trying to smoother them with love and acceptance

Jazz:

Tim just looks so done with life at the moment.

Eros:

Danny: plus our pets are adopted, yet you wouldn't love them any less

Jazz:

Critical hit.

Adonnenniel "Addy":

Danny ends up adopting Tim by the end of this.

Jazz:

Lol

He wins Tim in the divorce.

Eros:

Lol

Adonnenniel "Addy":

Yesss!

Eros:

Tim gets a new dad

Jazz:

Bruce doesn’t know how to feel about this.

Eros:

This one says "I love you" and is into Tim's science projects

Jazz:

Dani’s like new sibling. Tackle Hugs.

And Danny doesn’t restrict coffee intake. He’s just as bad.

Eros:

If anything he shows Tim a whole world of coffee mixes

Jazz:

Jazz though. Jazz is a bit of a problem with Coffee.

Tim and his new dad form an alliance.

Eros:

Danny takes Tim to Frostbite to get a new spleen

Jazz:

Danny: see? I provide free healthcare.

Eros:

Then proceeds to show off Tim: This is my boi, I won him!

All while Dani is giggling and clinging to their sides

Jazz:

Vlad is looking at Bruce very smugly.

Eros:

Danny would show Tim and Dani off at school after this

Like: behold, my children!

Jazz:

It becomes public that Wayne enterprise’s CEO is Tim Fenton.

Eros:

(and since I'm going with King Danny in this)

That means due to Danny winning and Tim becoming his kid, Tim Fenton is now the prince of the infinite realms along with his new sister Dani

Cass and Steph come back from a big trip once everything is over

Jazz:

They ask what happened. 

Jason gleefully explains that Bruce went to legal war with another billionaire over an imaginary family and ended up loosing Tim to them.

Also, that Damian might have a crush.

Eros:

Jazz:

Lol

Eros:

Because he just went through one of the best non injury fights of his life with this guy

Jazz:

And lost

Eros:

Yet they do agree on a fair bit of things, and now know where their main issues are and can work on them.

Jazz:

The entire world witness this entire thing and there are going to be shippers.

Eros:

Pft imagine the Justice League hearing about this~

Jazz:

Also just think, when they eventually do get together. That high school teacher is absolutely going to brag that it was their project that started this.

Jon might have a crisis on being replaced as Damian’s best friend. Someone explains the difference between boyfriend and normal friend and Jon’s like, ok that’s fine then.

Eros:

Oh man, when Jon finds out everything that had happened

Jon would tell Conner

Jazz:

Conner hears about the clone comment.

Now Conner wants to be adopted.

Bruce “Kal-el” Wayne:

Absolutely

Danny be pulling a Bruce

Or would Bruce be pulling a Danny?

Jazz:

Omg, I just realized. Bruce Wayne lost a Custody battle.

Bruce “Kal-el” Wayne:

Major L

Eros:

To a child

Bruce “Kal-el” Wayne:

Ain't Danny technically a god?

Eros:

Still child

Who would definitely adopt Conner

BuriedReign:

Omg this is like a whole ass fic already, it’s soooo goood! I absolutely bursted out laughing at the “we plan to live off Lazarus water”

Adonnenniel "Addy":

Just got caught up and all I have to say is: 😂😂😂

Btw, I love the idea that Tim isn't legally adopted to Danny (by ghost standards, yes, not by mortal law) but he just goes with Danny cuz he's so done with his family.

Eros:

>:3

Adonnenniel "Addy":

Dani, Tim, Conner. Do we throw in reformed, de-aged Dan for shits and giggles?

Eros:

Pfft yess

And Damian only finds out about Dan after the divorce

This re sparks everything into a new battle~

Eros:

Damian is offended that Danny never told him about their other son Dan

Adonnenniel "Addy":

He wants visitation rights!

Eros:

Damian wants to win Dan, like how Danny won Tim

Adonnenniel "Addy":

That makes more sense

Eros:

Damian goes up to Dan and offers access to all sort of weapons, training/fights, being a heir to a different Kingdom, and possibly be ungrounded if he takes Damian's side in the new Custody battle

The Angst Queen:

When you catch up and burst out laughing

Also - I wanna add something

Adonnenniel "Addy":

Add, please!

The Angst Queen:

Damian would definitely pull a sword at some point - decide to attack and “miss” every time. He does not expect Danny to suddenly have an ice sword in hand. Do then they’re both going at it in a sword fight while still arguing about diaper brands

Damian - so then I attack him 

Dick - WHAT!?!? 

Damian - I know! He didn’t even have the decency to die! He pulled out his own sword! 

Dick in shock whispers - what

Damian - and he still refuses to consider Huggies! Insists on natural diapers!

Adonnenniel "Addy":

Lol

Eros:

Like when the arguments get too much they start sword fighting like the Adam's family

It's how they discuss things and keep up reaction times for both brain and body

Adonnenniel "Addy":

Do they fight in school or at the manor?

Eros:

School, just to add more to the soap opera drama

And for the bats to keep missing the live actions of it

Adonnenniel "Addy":

Yes!

Eros:

Except Babs but that's obvious to know why

Adonnenniel "Addy":

Their sword fights go all around the school, interrupting other classes. The security guards or other teachers try to stop them but Danny'll just pull them into the argument. 

Teacher: walking up to them, trying to grab the swords Now, boys, this must stop!

Danny: leaps up onto a desk, put his arm around the teacher's neck as he's still fighting Damian Hey, you look like a reasonable man. Tell me, why would you ever want to buy a waste product all for brand recognition and not cut down waste and get reusable diapers?

Teacher: That's a very leading question and calls on a few logical fallacies-

Danny: shoves the teacher away as Damian leaps for an attack

Eros:

And this is where Damian's crush really began

It's one thing to argue and have different trains of thought

It's another to have someone actually just as skilled as you in the battle of the sword and the mind

Adonnenniel "Addy":

Yeeees!

Eros:

Danny: Hopefully the castle is big enough for everyone

Adonnenniel "Addy":

Tim: You have a castle!? O_O

Conner: You have a castle!? : D

Danny: Yep!  Oh, and you two are now royalty!  Don't worry, you won't have to do anything unless you want to.

Eros:

I wonder if Tim rubs it in his other semi siblings faces

Like Steph, Jason, and Damian's faces in particular

Bruce “Kal-el” Wayne:

Does Tim take a pic of everything in the realms?

Eros:

Yes

Bruce Kal-el” Wayne:

Or try to

Adonnenniel "Addy":

Tim especially rubs being royalty in Damian's face.  He knows he should be better but damnit, Damian was/is all high and mighty about being the heir to the League of Assassins and Bruce's biological child - he stabbed Tim over it!  Tim gets to gloat a bit that he technically outranks Damian now!

BuriedReign:

Does this increase Damian’s crush on Danny? Damian tries to ask out Danny and makes it ‘rational’ by saying of course he needs to be higher ranked than Tim. While also trying to hide that isn’t the only reason why he wants to date Danny

Eros:

(make Damian unintentionally ghost speak which reveals his true emotions and reasons as to why he wants to date Danny)

Adonnenniel "Addy":

Damian: I want to date him for no other reason than to one-up my once brother.  That's it.  Nothing else involved here.  Just pure revenge.  I will not let Tim outrank me in this life or the next.

Jason: Uh-huh. flipping to the next page of Pride and Prejudice  Have fun on your denial date.

Omg, imagine Damian formally asking Danny out on a date!

And Danny's like, despite the divorce, I want to give us another shot.

Eros:

And the plot THICKENS

That's everyone's reactions 😁

Adonnenniel "Addy":

Yes!

Eros:

Where would they even go on a date?

Ooo what if they went to the museum

Or an art gallery

Bruce “Kal-el” Wayne:

Or a date to the literal moon

Eros:

I don't think Damian would survive that well

Bruce “Kal-el” Wayne:

Ecto shield giving an artificial atmosphere

Adonnenniel "Addy":

Damian would take Danny to a museum or art gallery.

Danny will chose the next date and take him to the moon.

Eros:

Then definitely the museum should be like the Glenbow Museum

This is just inside the front entrance

It's called the aurora borealis

Because they make the crystals actually glow different colors

Adonnenniel "Addy":

Ooooooh!

Yes!

Eros:

This is a full on walk through section where you learn about the stars and First Nations

Adonnenniel "Addy":

Holy shit, now I want to go to the Glenbow Museum.

Eros:

Art pieces, and they also have a section for mid evil times and even mini battle fields

The Angst Queen:

Side note - I bet Danny makes Damian work to get that date

Eros:

Definitely

[purrincesskittens]

My neice just finished watching ATLA, so I introduced her to Salvage, and she is demanding more Hakoda adopts Zuko because Ozai is an asshole who deserves to be cucked. She helped come up with the idea of wolf dog Hakoda adopting Zuko.

His pup now.

His very big pup. Zuko is a wolf among big cats.

Lion Iroh is a bit confused as to how to handle agnsty teenage wolf while tiger Ozai was all too happy to get rid of his disgrace of a son who should have been a cat.

Until he finds out the SWT adopted him and their first thought upon seeing adolescent puppy Zuko was okay who slept with the Fire Lady? They mistook him as a wolf dog until they fed him and he grew. Pup is now bigger than his adoptive father.

Ozai protests the rumor about him getting cucked.

(Neice may have dove into the deep end reading through almost everything you have posted @muffinlance, and I may or may not have encouraged it before handing her back to her mother. Sorry, not sorry)

[silentstudiosyt]

"What if Magnus was raised in the Greek world-" WHAT IF ANNABETH WAS RAISED IN THE NORSE WORLD??

[just-a-gamer-daydeamer-girl]

So I’m probably not gonna write this fanfic but I’m gonna put it out there in case anyone wants to adopt/get inspired by it.

Professor Layton and the Rhythm Thief

A crossover between Professor Layton and rhythm thief (I know I’m not the only one who wants to see this)

It starts with Hershel Layton having a conversation, either with his adopted kids, Desmond, Emmy, Luke and his parents any group of them, the conversation goes into traveling and someone says that they should go to Paris. But Layton shuts it down because he is banned from Paris.

This causes everyone to pause and go ‘wait, what’ no one was expecting that. They all ask and the Professor regales them with the time he went to Paris, and encountered a one of a kind criminal that should never be caught. He begins his tale.

The Professor gets summoned to Pairs to do archaeological research and do some lectures in a few schools. During his work a certain thief breaks in and steels from him an important part of his research (something with a very peculiar mark), he then learns about Phantom R, the infamous thief with incredible abilities.

So he does his best tracking down Phantom R, learning more about his exploits, all while still teaching at schools, he meets one boy named Raphael who becomes his assistant for a bit as well. (Each school provides a student to work as a brief assistant)

Then there is a confrontation between phantom r and the Professor a good old sword fight breaks out where Phantom R wins.

The Professor digs a little deeper and with help with Charlie Vergier, starts to pice together a deeper conspiracy, and figuring out that Phantom R was stealing fakes and returns the originals, (he doesn’t tell anyone about this discovery just yet). And that phantom r experiences the world in a different way that allows him to do some incredible stuff.

Another confrontation between the gentleman and the thief occurs (with help from inspector Vergier), this time Layton uses his smarts and gains the upper hand, but ultimately Phantom R gets away thanks to his dog.

Then the Professor dug to deep, and now has a target on his head.

After a while the professor is backed into a corner, only to be saved by Phantom R himself.

The two of them get properly acquainted for the first time.they exchange notes and team up, after a while the both of them trust each other.

Phantom r is capable of doing some incredible things. Helps the Professor get into the rhythm.

At some point the Professor had the opportunity to redeem himself by turning in phantom r but refused to spill.

Then the Professor had to see something in the Louvre to confirm a hunch and Phantom R helps him break in, revealing his secret entrance that the Professor is all to fascinated by. He never would have guessed a secret entrance was how phantom r got in.

The Professor covers for phantom r again.

Gets trapped in with several kids he taught (including Raphael)

Using his knowledge that he gained from phantom r he finds a secret doorway to escape with the kids.

Phantom r shows up to help.

The two of them team up to learn some more information in some ruins. Phantom r would provide the distraction while Layton would investigate.

Layton finds what he was looking for… after reading it he ends up completely destroying it. (No one is around to see it) and later lies to Phantom r about the info was destroyed before he got there.

Then finally there is this huge drama, the villains make their move. Stakes are high. Phantom r and the Professor are fighting back to back against the enemy. Charlie comes to help. There’s a mech, all sorts of crazy things.

Finally one last musical puzzle.

The day is saved! Layton’s name is cleared. But now he is banned from Paris. Due to you know ~conspiracys~

There is one last meeting between Phantom R, Fondue and Layton. Right in the airport before he leaves. The two of them say their thanks and goodbyes but the Professor asks one last question that he couldn’t figure out. What does the R mean? Phantom R smirks “well it stands for Rhythm.”

The criminal and his pet leave, the Professor watches them and when they’re far enough away he mutters “ it was nice to meet you… Raphael,”

Then it cuts back to modern day Layton.

“So yeah that is why I can’t go to Paris.”

“Wait what was it you found out on that ruin you destroyed?”

“Something better left unknown and lost.”

Much later the Professor looks out the window.

“I hope Raphael is doing well, he had a long, dangerous fight ahead of him.”

[legolasghosty]

Wedding Purrs

OKAY so @michelangelinden (my beloved fiance /p /lh) sent me this post and said WILLEX! And ya know what? He's right. And thus, here we are. Enjoy!

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Alex takes in a deep breath, fumbling with the folded paper he’s had in his suit jacket pocket for the last couple of hours. He’s pretty sure today couldn’t get any better, and he knows it wouldn’t ruin it if he ripped the speech he’s been working on for months in half. However, his friends would tease him about it for decades if he messed up his vows at his own wedding.

He carefully unfolds it, his eyes darting between it and the beautiful person in front of him. “Willie Antonio Ortega-Covington,” he begins. “I don’t know what I can say to you today that I haven’t already said, but here goes.”

Willie stands barely a foot away, hands fidgeting with the gauzy blue train that fell like a cape around their shoulders, cheeks barely able to contain his smile. Alex wishes he could grab one of their hands, but with the paper in one hand and the mic in the other, that isn’t happening. Stupid vows.

“We’d be here all day if I tried to list out all the ways you’ve changed me for the better, so here’s the SparkNotes version,” Alex continues. “As my best friend, you helped me have the strength to be myself. You’re the reason I learned to paint and always check all the pockets of my jeans before we do laundry.”

Willie chuckles, biting their lip in a way that makes Alex want to skip to the end of the ceremony. But then he glances over Alex’s shoulder, a flicker of confusion in his eyes. Alex pauses and raises his eyebrows in question. If something is wrong, they’ll figure it out. Together. Behind his soon-to-be-spouse, Alex notices Julie looking around as well, a little more covertly. He tilts his head, trying to figure out what’s going on. Then Julie leans forward to whisper in Willie’s ear.

“There’s a cat,” she hisses, just loud enough for Alex to catch the words too.

“Where?” Willie responds, that flicker of mischief that Alex fell for in middle school appearing in their eyes.

Julie nods toward something past Alex and he can see the exact moment that Willie spies the feline.

“Sorry, I think we need to stop for a second,” Alex says into the mic, turning back to the guests sitting all over the massive lawn of Willie’s childhood home. Mansion. Whatever. “There’s a cat.”

That gets a peal of laughter from their assembled friends and family as Alex hands the microphone to Caleb, who gives him an amused smile. He tucks his vows back into his pocket as he turns to see a little tabby cat scampering across the grass towards them. He can’t resist letting out a little awww at the sight.

Willie had dropped into a crouch as soon as Alex stopped the wedding, so Alex joins him on the ground, attempting to not get grass stains on his light pink suit. The cat scurries closer, eyes fixed on the vines trailing all over the big, white arbor they’re now kneeling under. 

“Hi baby,” Willie murmurs, holding out a hand to the cat.

“Mrow,” the cat responds, its head turning to look at Willie curiously.

Alex holds out a hand too, entranced by the little animal. Caleb steps out of the way, chuckling lightly as he joins Julie and Reggie behind Willie.

“Where did you come from?” Willie asks under his breath.

The cat pads right up to sniff at Willie’s outstretched fingers, drawing an excited giggle from them. It must decide that he’s okay, because it starts headbutting his hand until Willie flips it over to scratch the side of its head.

“I think it likes you,” Alex comments softly, watching his almost-husband stroke the feline’s black and grey fur. 

Willie doesn’t turn to look at him, but they fumble around for his hand with the one that isn’t petting the cat and squeeze gently when their fingers lace together. Alex moves a little closer and moves his free hand closer to the cat. It immediately starts demanding pets from him too, giving a tiny meow of protest when Alex lifts his hand away.

“Think dad would murder me if I got cat hair on my top?” Willie asks.

“It’s your wedding,” Alex points out. “I love the guy but he can deal.”

“I heard that,” Caleb calls from a few steps behind them, clearly amused.

Willie’s cheeks darken a few shades as he lets go of Alex’s hand, first to flip his dad off over his shoulder, then to gently lift the small cat into his arms. Alex places his own hand on their elbow, helping them stand up without dropping the animal or tripping over the flowy fabric of their teal pants. Julie moves forward to adjust the train as well, but Alex is pretty sure it’s mainly an excuse to get a better look at the cat nestled in Willie’s embrace. Which-fair.

“I thought you guys were going to wait a while before looking at adopting a kid,” Luke snarks from behind Alex.

“Chill, it probably has a family around here,” Alex protests, as if he isn’t already trying to remember where the nearest pet store is to his and Willie’s apartment. 

“She’ll probably run away in a few,” Willie agreed a little sadly. “But it’s our wedding, let us live, Patterson.”

Luke starts to say something but gets cut off sharply by what Alex is pretty sure is Carrie smacking him. He doesn’t bother turning around. He’s too busy with his nearly-permanent partner and the way the cat has started purring in their arms.

“She?” he asks, scratching under the feline’s chin.

“Yep, checked when I picked her up,” Willie confirms.

“Wow, you’re just going to assume the cat’s pronouns?” Alex jokes.

Willie giggles and sticks his tongue out at him. Alex retaliates by leaning in to peck him lightly on the lips.

“I love you,” Willie murmurs when Alex pulls back.

“Hey, quit cutting ahead!” Reggie hollered, making everyone laugh.

“Good thing I already did my vows,” Willie says. “Pretty sure her purring would mess with the microphone.”

Sure enough, the cat seems to have no intention of moving from her cozy spot in Willie’s arms. She keeps headbutting his bare bicep whenever he pauses in his stroking for a moment.

“Darn, I still have to get through mine without crying,” Alex replies, giving the kitty one last scritch behind the ears before reaching for the crumpled paper.

“Well you can blame it on your fake cat allergies now if you do,” Willie teases.

“Leave my gaslighting mother out of this,” Alex retorts lightly. 

“Are we going to get this show back on the road or not?” Caleb interrupts as he returns to his place between them.

“Right, sorry,” Alex says, taking the microphone. He skims down the page in his hands before finding his place. “Sorry about that everyone,” he calls to the audience before continuing his vows.

The cat seems content to stay in Willie’s arms, even though both of the soon-to-be-weds cry during Alex’s vows. The stupid piece of paper is torn in a few places by the time he’s done, but Alex manages to make it all the way through. And suddenly Luke is tapping him on the shoulder and handing him a slender, titanium band.

Willie has to shift the cat a little bit to get his left hand free for Alex to slide the ring onto. Caleb reads out the first portion of the script they’d agreed on, but before Alex can echo the words, the feline is clambering out of Willie’s grasp, up his arm, and leaping across the space between them to land on Alex’s shoulder.

Alex lets out a gasp, startled by the weight, but leans forward slightly to give the cat more surface area to stand on. Among a myriad of reactions for their watching guests, the cat sits down primly, nuzzling Alex’s hair and sinking her claws into his shoulder. When Alex’s eyes return to his almost-legally-bound person’s face, he finds them grinning and holding back a laugh.

“Well, that solves that problem I guess,” Alex offers, resisting the urge to shrug.

“Only you, William,” Caleb mutters affectionately under his breath before continuing through the ring exchange.

The kitty stays on Alex’s shoulder all through the rest of the ceremony and purrs right in their ears when they kiss. Alex can’t help but laugh as he walks back down the aisle, Willie’s train rippling in the breeze behind them and their hands clasped together. Thank goodness they did all their pictures before the wedding so they get to go straight into the house for the reception.

“Think I should ditch the train for the reception?” Willie muses once they get back to his old bedroom, where they’d gotten ready that morning. “I mean it’s fun and all, but it’s gonna get tangled on something with all the tables and stuff.”

“That is entirely your call,” Alex answers, leaning in to kiss him again just because he can. “But I’ll help you either way.”

“That is both adorable and entirely unhelpful,” Willie teases, glancing at the full length mirror hanging on the back of the door.

The cat chooses that moment to launch herself off of Alex’s shoulder and onto Willie’s bed, then to the floor. She glances around, then lowers into a crouch and starts stalking toward the gauzy fabric that brushes over the floor.

“I think that’s probably a sign to take it off,” Willie decides, laughing.

Alex is pretty sure his chest is going to explode with how happy he is, but he just nods and helps Willie unhook the clasps at their shoulders and fold the cape-like garment back into the box. The cat loses interest in it after a minute and starts poking around in the closet. 

When everything is straightened and put away, Willie grabs the lapels of Alex’s suit jacket and pulls him close.

“We got married,” they comment softly.

“Yep,” Alex says, the words coming out soft and breathy. “We sure-yeah-we did that.”

Willie giggles and erases the air between them to connect their mouths. Alex wraps one arm around their waist, loving how the cropped top piece of Willie’s outfit lets him run his fingers over warm brown skin, and cups the back of their head with the other. Willie hums and deepens the kiss, easing into Alex’s mouth as their hands trace up his chest to rest on his jaw. Alex lets himself fall, lose himself in kissing his person - his husband - without a spare thought for the people waiting for them on the patio.

Alex eases his fingers up into Willie’s hair, getting a pleased gasp in return. He breaks the kiss for less than a second, tilting his head to get a better angle as they reconnect like a pair of magnets. Willie lets him into his mouth happily, his tongue following Alex’s as it brushes along the line of his teeth. Alex doesn’t protest when Willie’s hands slide down his neck and under his jacket, removing his arm temporarily from around their waist so they can shove the thing off. He’s been sweating in it for over an hour anyways. Willie’s fingers undo the top buttons of his shirt to trace over the curve of Alex’s collarbones. Alex shivers and pulls Willie as close as he can, loathe to allow even a breath of space between their bodies.

“Meow,” the cat protests.

Alex laughs against Willie’s lips and pulls away just enough to see the little kitty pawing at the bedroom door. “I think she got bored of us,” he jokes.

“That’s just homophobic,” Willie returns, smirking. “And on our wedding day too.”

“We should probably go, shouldn’t we,” Alex sighs.

Willie lets out a little huff and presses one more kiss to Alex’s lips. “Yeah probably.”

“Alright, nameless cat, you win,” Alex accepts, shaking his head.

“We should get her to a vet to get checked for a chip and stuff,” Willie comments as they leave the bedroom, the kitty bounding ahead.

“If she sticks around, yeah,” Alex says. “We should ask Julie where she takes Beto.”

Willie nods in agreement as they enter the dining room area, the french doors thrown open to connect the space with the patio to accommodate everyone. Their friends and family are gathered around the area, chatting and drinking sparkling cider and soda out of Caleb’s crystal champagne flutes. Julie and Reggie spot them first and start clapping. Alex is sure his face is turning red as the applause grows and someone (probably Luke) wolf whistles. 

The reception dissolves into a mess of thank yous and well wishes as Alex and Willie try to make the rounds and talk to everyone. Alex catches glimpses of the cat every now and then, ducking under tables and weaving between legs and skirts, always looking excited and curious.

By the time Alex and Willie manage to sit down to eat during the toasts, his feet are starting to ache in his dress shoes and his cheeks are sore from smiling so much. Willie smirks and leans back in his chair, throwing an arm easily around the back of Alex’s as Julie starts giving her toast. Alex scoots his seat a little closer and rests his head on their shoulder as they listen to their family, legal or otherwise, congratulate them. (And tell embarrassing stories because that’s what family is for, right?)

Between toasts, they feed each other bites of chicken and roasted potato. Willie misses one time and smears oil across Alex’s cheek and it takes nearly a minute for them both to stop laughing. While Ray is talking, Alex feels a bump against his leg. He glances down to see the cat staring up at him. He grins and leans back a bit as it jumps up onto his lap. The next bite of chicken Willie spears on their fork goes to the cat’s mouth instead of Alex’s.

The cat has deserted them once more by the time they get dragged over to cut the chocolate strawberry wedding cake Tia Victoria made for them. Alex accidentally gets his revenge on Willie for the potato and paints chocolate icing on their nose. The smirk they both get from Ray afterwards says he definitely caught that one on film. 

They dance around the patio to Lover and Galaxies, twirling each other and sharing conversations too soft for anyone else to hear. Alex watches happily when Caleb steals his spouse away for a song. Then Julie drags him back onto the floor and Carrie is teasing him about losing his jacket and Reggie is teaching him square dance steps for the millionth time. And all the while, a tabby streak is darting through each soft moment, stealing bites of food and charming basically everyone.

And finally, Ray goes outside to pull the car around for them. Willie grabs Alex’s hand and people start cracking glowsticks as the sun vanishes over the horizon and they leave the wedding together.

“Wow,” Willie murmurs as Alex pulls the car out of the driveway.

“Yep,” Alex agrees, squeezing their hand.

“Meow,” says the cat from the backseat, startling them both.

Alex slams on the brakes (there’s a stop sign okay!) and they both turn to look back at the curious stowaway.

“Well…” Alex begins slowly.

“I’ll text Julie for her vet’s name,” Willie finishes, grinning.

[an-au-blog]

I came up with a bad idea...

cw: kidnapping, abuse, suicidal ideations

After Rodger gets killed people find out that Shanks and Buggy were on the crew and decide: since they're kids, they'll be easy catch. They couldn't catch Shanks because... well... he's Shanks but they somehow manage to capture Buggy. It wasn't easy and it involved sea stones but they managed. The problem was this happened after the crew fell apart and after they had their fight with Shanks. So no one was going to look for him.

For years they try to get information on the one piece from him. And for years he's endured torture and abuse. He keeps telling them he got sick and couldn't go, but I started sounding like a stupid excuse even to Buggy, so he stopped talking all together.

He had spent his entire adult life in a small (what he supposed is an) underground cell with no food and running water and with the sea stone cuffs on him at all times.

One day the door busts down. His captors have never been so aggressive. He balled up in the corner, trying to be as quiet as possible but the clanking of his cuffs from how much he was shivering wasn't helping. There was a heavy atmosphere that lifted as he heard the boots that walked in.

These weren't the boots of his captors.

"Buggy?"

That wasn't the voice of his captor either.

Someone else from the back shouted happily "He's here!"

Just as Buggy though he was taken by another greedy bunch, the man behind him scooped him up enthusiastically into a hug.

Buggy did his best not to show his pain from the sudden movements or the brushing across his wounds. But then he felt something wet land on his shoulder where the man's head was nuzzled.

"I've been looking for you. Oh, I'm so happy I found you, Buggy!"

He pulled away to look at his face, the red hair looked so familiar but he didn't recognize him. He learned to block out anything from his past as a trauma response. But there was water streaming down this smiling man's face. Buggy had been left without water for three days as a punishment for his silence. So it was almost on instinct that he tried to collect or drink it.

Seeing Buggy like this broke Shanks. But after he was fed and watered, Buggy seemed a bit better. He was malnourished and the place where his cuffs were left a huge dent in his skin. It made him wonder how he didn't lose his hands from lack of circulation. Every piece of food was devoured and treated like it would have been taken away at any moment. It hurt. It hurt seeing this. It hurt thinking Buggy was avoiding him and finding out from some drunk a month ago that he wasn't and that he was kept all these years. How horrible could he be that it didn't cross his mind that this could happen. That he had to search for his friend.

After being fed and taken to the ship, Buggy kept staring at the ocean with awe.

Shanks wanted to leave him be. He couldn't blame him after all what is a sailor without the sea. But just as he turned around he heard a splash. He had fallen in. Shanks jumped to save him. After coughing up the water, Buggy stood up and jumped into the sea again. Shanks fished him out once more.

"Stop that! What is wrong with you, you'll die!"

But Buggy just laid there on the deck with a slight smile and teary eyes.

In the next few months, whenever Buggy wasn't sleeping there had to be at least one person watching him. Just in case.

[the-stove-is-divorced]

Day 1483943 of being cursed with Batman brainrot so snippet of young ghoul!Bruce wip, that may or may become a oneshot one day.

Bruce wants to vomit.

His heart, a stupid sluggish thing, which beats far too slow to sink into the bounds of normal, truly begins to pound furiously now, desperately, ready to yank free from the cages of bone and fatty tissues, the too dark blood and pale skin. Bitter bile begs to be released as he trembles, helplessly trying to keep the blood from his mother’s side, where it's staining the ground in spite of his efforts, so terribly warm and worse yet—a horribly sweet.

It actually smells sweet.

Bruce wants to vomit.

His heart, a stupid sluggish thing, which beats far too slow to sink into the bounds of normal, truly begins to pound furiously now, desperately, ready to yank free from the cages of bone and fatty tissues, the too dark blood and pale skin. Bitter bile begs to be released as he trembles, helplessly trying to keep the blood from his mother’s side, where it's staining the ground in spite of his efforts, so terribly warm and worse yet—a horribly sweet.

It actually smells sweet.

Sweet like candies do, soft and delicate like cotton candy, like cakes fresh from the oven, caramels carefully salted, but its blood. His stomach, this stupid body, is panicked and horrible and hungry, because the blood is fresh and warm upon his hands, the scent thick and nearly choking upon his nose, and he’s never wanted to throw up more. His vision blurs, swimming, details cast aside as body deforms into dark, bloody shapes, stiff and still, frozen in horror. 

He knows their hearts cannot beat anymore, the familiar pitter patter like rain against a windowsill, the pleasant hum like the fridge in the kitchens, like the distant buzz of a hive at work, is cut. Finished. Struck and left rot, stagnant. 

And still, in spite of him, in some horrible, awful might of the wretched, this wretched body, the smell is sickeningly sweet, fresh and truthfully, insidiously, delicious. His parents, the bodies, are ripe like fruit, sickeningly fresh, coating the back of his throat with the slow trickle of hunger, the stench of buttery baked goods, a touch of saltiness, an overwhelming soft sweetness, just begging for just a single, tiny, bite. Their bodies fell like the too fat fruit hung from the property’s trees, blood splatter like bruises across their skin from the impact. 

If Bruce closes his eyes, stunning backward and hitting the wall, ignoring the rattling breath and horrible hiccups, he’s been shoved into a shop, goodies and treats to be devoured, the very touch of a perfectly soft, heavy cake desperate for his teeth to sink in and finally chew. 

 As the roar of the sirens grow closer, the red ooze coats his trembling hands like syrup, Bruce’s stomach growls, cruelly, and his mouth, betraying, is filled with drool. 

The wretched stain of hunger paints the memory still. 

———

“Master Bruce? Are you hungry?”

No, he thinks, he won’t be ever again. He scarcely even turned his head, rooted to his parent’s bed and wishing it would just swallow him whole, spare him the mercy of existing, the prickling pain of hunger, the choking memory of blood at the back of his throat, oh so sickeningly sweet. 

The funeral was a blur of tears, muddled blurring tones of weary speeches, cousins he didn’t care for, food he didn’t—couldn’t eat, and others he couldn’t make himself swallow. Again, his stomach squirms in the discomfort of hollowness, to be empty, but Bruce doesn’t move. He doesn’t want to. He doesn’t want to do anything. He tries to sleep, but mockingly, it doesn’t come, exhaustion perched right beside him, filling his limbs with concrete, but blissful unconsciousness avoids him like the plague. 

Alfred lingers by the door. Warm, yellow light spills in from around his looming shadow, but it does nothing to curb his vision, darkness and light nothing but a blur, a matter of taste and not a dive into blindness, because his eyes are different, his body is monstrous, and yet he still survived. Untouched the rain of bullets, the spray by blood.

“Not even a snack?” Alfred tries. He can hear the trying smile.

A short sniff, and the speckle of animal blood lingers in Alfred’s fingers, finely chopped chunks of meat arranged in simple shapes, triangles, circles, barely cooked and raw. Savory, juicy, and bursting with flavor to make saliva pool in his mouth. Disgusting, foul, wretched, that makes him squirm. 

But Bruce just buried his head underneath a pillow that still carries his father’s cologne, and trembles. One day it will fade and Bruce will bath it in bottles of cologne to make it stay. He’ll buy the whole company just for a single, fluffed pillow. 

Alfred steps closer. A specific spot along the floorboards creak, announcing the distance, but Bruce can’t make himself care. He just aches.

He squeezes his eyes shut and tries to inhale cologne over blood. He tries to ignore how his stomach feels like a knife trying to carve him open, despairingly empty. It hurts. As he sinks into the sensation, clawing and desperate, a gloved hand finds itself in his hair, incredibly gentle, so horribly soothing, undeserved, and he begins to crumble. He is held, gently rocked and whispered meaningless promises, lies of getting better, and they loved you, and I’m sorry’s, but the ache inside him is blooming, swelling, overrides his senses and brings him to tears, clinging onto the touch, starving. 

When he wakes in his parents bed hours later, there is a meal, warm, sitting by the nightstand and a small cup of blood, cool, beside it. His body is a weak thing, shaky and oh so cold. The blankets upon him are thick, suffocatingly warm, windows shut and curtains drawn, but he’s chilled to the bone. His stomach wants.

And it’s right there. 

He brings it to his lips, hands shaking ever so lightly, grabbing bare with his own palms and sees the blood coat it, syrupy. He wants to lick it. He wants to throw up. The body wants to eat. He feels so weak, and his body, this body, it demands and screams and aches. He puts it in his mouth. He wants it to taste like ash and rot, he wants it to taste like chewing molding wood and inhaling dirt, he wants to taste like dirty sewer water, putrid and foul. 

It doesn’t. It’s incredible. 

It’s undeserved. 

[imjustheretoseetheprivateblogs]

I’ve conceived a My Dress Up Darling fanfic where Gojo gets a “rival” who has to help him develop Marin’s cosplay of Bugs Bunny in drag

[teecupangel]

Reading a new fanfic on AO3, do you have any plot idea's for both Desmond and Clay being transported to renaissance italy and saving the auditore? (fic name is 'we were born for this' des/ezio, and some clay and federico bromance, it's so good, lots of angst but also some funny moments and clay helping desmond heal, i would recommend!)

The fic in question: We Were Born For This by the wonderful @saberamane. It's truly a great read and I second the recommendation!

For Desmond not leaving the Farm and the ramifications of what that entails + Clay helping Desmond heal, you might be interested in this idea.

Now, this ask specified Desmond and Clay being transported to Renaissance Italy and saving the Auditore so let’s set that up.

Everything up to AC3 remains the same but, this time, when Desmond dies, he gets transported to the Gray.

Clay is already there and this seemed to be some kind of twisted reward from Juno as ‘gratitude’ for playing their part.

Desmond is the one who accepted his fate, Clay will be the one who goes ‘fuck that shit’ and starts trying to connect with the Gray.

Technobabble that Desmond won’t understand but Clay’s main point is that this isn’t magic. The Gray is based on tech they may not understand but that meant they just need to understand it.

His plan was simply to be able to do what Juno had done and connect to the real world via the POE… or the Animus perhaps… although Clay is thinking Juno was connecting to the memory of the POE in the Animus-(“Uh, Clay, dumb it down?”“Juno’s using the Calculations to predict our actions and left voicemails that sounds like she’s talking to us using the POEs so we can get them when we’re in the Animus.”)

Now, this can go either:

Clay accidentally fucked the Gray and it threw the two of them out and into Renaissance Italy

Clay accidentally opened a line of communication with a POE BUT it’s the wrong time period and POE: The Shroud that Giovanni was going to hide. Now the Shroud thing will be complicated because there is an Isu conscience already there so we’ll have to include him in the plot. Also, this meant that they won’t be physically there and will primarily use the Shroud to talk to Giovanni and the Auditores. Of course, we can bypass that by having Giovanni get Ezio’s Apple earlier then use the Apple to create holograms for Clay and Desmond (kinda like the drone holograms in Zero Eclipse).

Whichever plot you decide to go for, it would be Desmond who decides to save the Auditores. Clay agrees because he wants to fuck up the Isu’s plans.

Unorganized ideas:

Clay is in it to fuck shit up. The fate of the world? Assassins versus Templars? They don’t really matter all that much to him. He’s too broken to care about such things. Destroying the Isus’ carefully laid out plans though… that helps him focus. That keeps the madness at bay.

On the other hand, Clay definitely does everything to help and save Desmond. As far as he’s concerned, it’s him and Desmond against the world.

Desmond doesn’t believe Clay truly doesn't care about the world or the Assassins. He thinks Clay is only saying that to not be reminded of how he had to die to save the world and about Juno’s manipulation. Desmond doesn’t buy it. Clay tells him that Desmond just wants to believe Clay's a good person but he's not. Whoever is right is up to you.

Also, Desmond definitely has a soft spot for Ezio. He wants to save the Auditores because he believes he knows them and loves them even.

Clay is helping for two different reasons: 1) It’s what Desmond wants and 2) He’s doing it for Ezio. While his synchronization with Ezio wasn’t as high as Desmond, he still believes he knew Ezio. Perhaps not as closely as Desmond (and he believes that Desmond cares for Ezio too much that it's detrimental to Desmond himself) but he does care for Ezio. (“Like a distant cousin”“Just say brother, Clay.”“Second-cousin… twice removed.”“Do you even understand how that works???”)

Giovanni would see them as two Assassins who had gone rogue with Desmond being the ‘mentor’ to Clay’s ‘acolyte’. Giovanni is sure their Brotherhood isn’t a good one if Clay’s trash-talking of William Miles is any indication.

When the whole Desmond may be Altaïr’s descendant blows up, Clay milks it before Desmond could try to say no. Just full-on “Yes! That’s right! This is Desmond Miles, great great great… great?… grandson! Some even say he’s the second coming of Altaïr!” “No, they don’t, CLAY!”

Clay lives for the chaos. Desmond just wants to save people and the Templars.

Maria is actually the one who sees that Clay thrives in chaos because he hates the silence. To be more exact, the silence reminds him of the bedroom in the Animus Room where he slowly lost his mind.

When Clay loses himself to the Bleed, Desmond is the only one who can snap him out of it. They were worried that staying in Renaissance Italy would make Clay’s Bleed worse, especially as they near the day of the execution, but it actually has the opposite effect on him. The longer they stay in Renaissance Italy, the fewer episodes Clay has.

Desmond thinks that having an actual support system (him and the Auditores) is helping. Clay thinks it’s because his mind is adapting to the time period and the fact that his Bleed is of Ezio and Ezio is right there is keeping him stable. (“So it is because you have a support system!” “It’s because Ezio’s there.” “To help you! To be your friend!”)

[ephemeralfuture]

Prompt starters: Late Quirk Manifestation

He for sure aced the written exam, but this is the true test to get into UA. His hands are clammy, chest swirling with anxiety. He’s not gonna get one point for sure- he knows it. He thinks back to what All Might said to him, made his decison to prove him wrong, but that burning stubborness is waning away, causing Izuku to falter.

The exam starts— Izuku has to try, he has to! Otherwise what would have been the point of applying at all. Bots are being destroyed left and right, buildings being turned to rubble. Izuku stumbles out of the way of yet another fallen bot, jarred by the chaos of the exam. It’s all happening so quickly and he sees it, looming in the distance— the zero pointer, bulldozing everything in its path. Other examinees are bumping past him in their scramble to run, even Ingenium’s brother is running, as fast as his jets can carry him. Trapped under fallenrubble, under the shadow of the zero pointer, is the girl he tried to talk to earlier, struggling to pull herself out. She’ll die if he runs, but he has to try.

Izuku sprints, tripping over potholes as fast as he can, adrenaline coursing through him. The zero pointer is surprisingly slow, but he still doesn’t have a lot of time. Izuku assesses the damage of the girl, trying to tamp his panic.

“What are you doing? Run!” The girl screams.

Izuku braces his legs as he starts digging her leg out from under the rubble, pushing aside boulders, straning every muscle in his body.

“Use your quirk!” The girl says, her voice pitchy from panic.

“I don’t have one, I’m sorry!” Despair creeps into his chest, face growing hot, his stomach whirling, his chest burning with both embarrassment at his weakness and at his lack of a quirk. Yet, he’s halfway through digging her out, and soon he’s slinging her over his shoulder, ready to run. He wishes he were faster, wishes he were powerful enough to stop the zero-pointer all together. He can see it’s giant foot coming down on them and Izuku lets out his own scream, all of the heat in his chest and face bursting out. In one moment the foot is above and close, in another the foot is crashing down around them. Izuku sways, panting hard, molten metal glowing hot around them. Someone blasted a hole through the robot’s foot.

“I thought you said you didn’t have a quirk!” The girl says in his ear. The robot foot lifts, clearly not deterred by the hole in its foot. Izuku is dazed, confused by the hole.

“I… I don’t.”

“That was you!” The girl shouts, “do it again! Scream again!”

Scream again— his throat is raw and and uncomfortably warm, his mouth dry, smoke streaming out of his open mouth.

He has a quirk. How?! Why now?! No time! Izuku sucks in another breath, trying not to cough on his own smoke, he screams at the sky again, as loud as he possibly can and his eyes are blinded by the jet of light and heat. When he stops screaming, the robot under parts are melted, glowing gold-scarlet. It whirs, slowing to a clumsy stop.

He lets out a little raspy whimper, smoke streaming from his nose and mouth, he inhales shakily, holds it, jumps when a bloom of fire billows out in return. His hands snap over his mouth in shock. He’s holding his breath again and when he exhales, smoke is seeping out from his fingers. When he pulls his hands away he finds the flame he made floating in his palm, crackling cheerfully.

He made fire. With his mouth.

“Wow!” The girl says, “that’s an amazing quirk! Why did you say that you didn’t have a quirk? I don’t get it.”

“I don’t have a quirk. Or. At least I didn’t, until now.” Izuku clenches his hands, puts out the flames. He tries to do more breathing excersises, but everytime he holds his breath and exhales a bloom of fire roars right out.

It’s exactly like he dreamed of as a kid. Izuku is distracted as he breathes out again, capturing the flame in his hand.

They hobble out from underneath the stopped zero pointer, rising from the smoke and rubble. The other examinees are gasping in shock as they appear and Izuku helps the girl sit.

“That was amazing!” One of the examinees yelps, a boy with bright yellow hair, and a shock of black walks right up to him, “I’m Denki! What’s your name?”

Izuku jerks out of daze, trying to breathe evenly in order not to spit more fire.

“Izuku. Izuku Midoriya.” Izuku says breathlessly.

“That’s such an incredible quirk— enough power to melt steel!”

“I’m quirkless.” Izuku says despondently and Denki raises his eyebrow, “I’m supposed to be quirkless.”

“There’s no reason to be humble now.” Denki says with a grin, “you did great! You even rescued somebody!”

Recovery Girl is handing them healing candies and Izuku chews on them thoughtfully as Denki sings his praises.

“But I’m not being humble.” Izuku says to Denki, “I never had a quirk. I really am quirkless.”

Denki stares at him for a second, clearly not believing him, but the girl speaks up.

“He told me he was quirkless too when he was rescuing me!” The girl says, “he wasn’t using his quirk at all.”

“Well if his quirk can do that, I doubt it would have helped.”

“I didn’t score a single point.” Izuku says, “if I always had a quirk, then I would have scored some points.”

Denki is thoughtful, “y’know? I didn’t think about it, there isn’t any other melted robots. Just the zero pointer.” Then he splutters, his face crumpling into a baffled expression, “that’s not how quirks work! If you’re quirkless then you don’t just… get a quirk randomly.” He deflates, “that only happened like, a long long time ago.”

“I don’t know how I got it either.” Izuku says. He tries puffing air onto his hands, the flame floating in his palms. He tries tossing the flame, and it leaps out of his hand before dissipating into the air.

It should be everything he ever dreamed of, everything his young child heart imagined and wanted. He holds his breath again, breathes another stream of fire onto his palm. It’s a shame that it happened now, at the wrong time, when he needed to be running.

Kacchan’s gonna be pissed.

When he gets home, mom is already asking how things went.

“I bombed it. I definitely flunked.” Izuku says miserably, dumping himself onto the couch.

“Oh, Izuku.” Mom says, “you gave it your all, and that’s what matters.”

She gives him a tight hug, kissing his hair.

“What’s worse.” He continues, “is that my quirk manifested.”

Inko tears away in shock, eyes wide, mouth agape, “you’re joking.”

“I’m not.” Izuku says, “it came at the wrong time and everything.”

He puffs a breath into his hand, showing her the flame that dances in his palm. Inko gasps, eyes growing even wider than he’s ever saw them grow.

“It’s Hisashi’s quirk.” Inko breathes.

“Not just Dad’s.” He tosses the flame from hand to hand, watching the ball float crackle.

“The doctor was wrong.” Inko whispers, tears already streaming down her cheeks, “the doctor was wrong!”

She’s engulfing him into a tight hug, nearly choking the life out of him. He coughs and a flame catches onto her cardigan. She yelps, shrugging it off and stamping out the flame with her foot.

“Sorry!” Izuku squeaks, “I still don’t know how to control it!”

“Oh baby, I don’t care! I’m so so proud of you!”

“I already flunked the physical exam.” Izuku says with a pout and the realization burns into his face, making tears rise in his eyes. At least he knew without a doubt he wouldn’t be a hero while quirkless, but now? Izuku plays with the newest flame in his hand, entranced by its light, he can’t help but feel a little bitter.

Izuku already made the choice to try to hide his quirk from Kacchan, and it’s proving difficult to do. He starts learning to even out his breathing, trying to stay calm so he doesn’t breathe fire. He’s writing all of the traits of his quirk like he was outside of his body, testing its limits, testing ways he could hide it. He found that one way was through drinking water. If he drank enough water he can tamp the flame before it comes out. He finds that the same can be said with his hands. The flame won’t transfer well if his hands were wet.

Mom’s hand is shaking as she clenches onto the envelope, holding it out to him. Izuku’s heart is thundeing his chest, and smoke is wafting out of his nose. He sucks down water, little puffs of steam coming out of his mouth instead.

He opens the letter, and he sees All Might presenting the ranking and the scoring of the exam. He can’t help but feel a bit dejected at the sight of his idol. Yet, All Might cheerfully announces Izuku’s acceptance into the Hero Course.

His spirits lift, and Mom treats him to his favorite dinner, her excitement for him infectious. He’s going to become a hero— it was finally possible.

The friends he makes in Class 1-A are confused as to why he still responds with Quirkless when they ask him about his quirk. To him it’s simpler than saying that it randomly manifested itself ten years way too late.

Kacchan is still ornery at him anyway, shouting at the sight of him. It takes all of Izuku’s power not to accidentally puff out a gasp of fire when Katsuki blasts his desk.

Izuku continues to test the limits of his quirk, holding his breath for longer and longer, realizing a scream can create a flamethrower like stream of fire. The longer and harder he holds his breath, the more powerful his fire-breath. He may have accidentally passed out from holding his breath too long, combined with the flame eating up the oxygen around him.

—-

Shouta Aizawa finds Izuku Midoriya to be an enigma. The first quirkless student in the Hero Course. At least, the first labeled quirkless student. The footage doesn’t lie. Izuku Midoriya does in fact, have a quirk. Yet his file lists him as quirkless.

The boy is diligent enough, a good enough student. Rescuing the girl at the exam is honorable enough, he has the potential for heroism, even without a quirk. Yet, how did the quirk registry fail this badly?

And why isn’t the boy using his quirk now? His throw is pitiful, brow furrowed in frustration.

“Midoriya. It shouldn't be this hard to use your quirk.”

Midoriya’s frown deepens, lips pressed into a thin line.

“I just need a little time to think.” Midoriya says, “I was quirkless before.”

Aizawa raises his eyebrow. It makes no sense. Yet there the boy stands, looking puzzled at the ball in his hand.

“We’d like a third throw Today, Midoriya.” Shouta drawls, a tic of annoyance sparking in his brain. Midoriya goes red, then he wedges the ball into his mouth, takes a deep breath and screams.

A brilliant arc of fire roars out and launches the ball into the air, far, far into the field. Ochako and Kaminari cheer for him, even Tenya is congratulating him, giving him a pat on the back.

“WHAT?” Bakugou is barking, livid and he’s about to lunge for Midoriya hands sparking. Aizawa lets erasure flare to life and the sparks fizzle out quickly. Bakugou looks at his hand, puzzled, and whirls to Aizawa in rage.

“I’m not going to stand for that kind of behavior, Mr. Bakugou.”

Bakugou sucks his teeth, yet still rears onto Izuku like his quirk wasn’t canceled.

“Little shit! You’ve been hiding your quirk this whole time!”

“No I haven’t!” Midoriya says back, “I am quirkless! was quirkless!”

“You think you’re better than me!” Bakugou seethes, “you’re a fucking liar!”

“I do not!” Midoriya yelps and Aizawa spots the puff of smoke streaming out of his mouth, “I didn’t lie!”

The more Midoriya’s voice rises the more smoke streams from his mouth. Shouta lets erasure flare to life again and the smoke dissipates as Midoriya continues to argue with Bakugou.

“I swear, Kacchan, I wouldn’t have hidden a quirk like this from you!” Midoriya touches his mouth, surprised at the lack of fire and smoke. He turns to look at Shouta, and Shouta can swear he can see relief etched onto his face.

—-

Kacchan and Iida are being paired as villains in this training exercise and Izuku knows that he’s not just adjusting to his role.

Katsuki clearly wants to kill him. Izuku wouldn’t be able to take a magnified version of Bakugou’s explosions, Izuku is panicked, he’s torn his throat raw screaming, trying to blast fire in Katsuki’s direction, but the distance is too short, even though the heat melts some of the rubble around them.

Katsuki’s grenade is directly in Izuku’s face— and Izuku throws his hands up to fruitlessly block the oncoming blast, the force of the blast flings Izuku back but there isn’t burning or singed hair or skin. Instead, Izuku is holding Bakugou’s fireball in hand, the flame popping and smoking, morphing into a proper flame. Katsuki’s mouth drops open in surprise, skittering to a stop, Izuku looks at the fireball in his hand and throws it hard at Katsuki. The fireball pops— explodes right in Katsuki’s face and Izuku takes the time to wrap his capture weapon around him. A win— sort of.

“Whoa cool!” Tsu says, “Gave Bakugou a taste of his own medicine!”

Katsuki hisses, ready to snap at her in irritation.

“You knew that would happen wouldn’t it, nerd?” Katsuki’s voice is deadly, low and growly. Izuku gulps, shakes his head.

“I didn’t think I could handle other people’s fire.” Izuku says, “Just my own.”

“That’s a cool move though!” Tsu observes, “you keep saying that you were quirkless Midoriya, so it makes sense that you wouldn’t discover that feature until it manifested.”

Izuku can feel Katsuki’s scrutinizing gaze on his back.

——-

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Crack fic idea:

A regular spider wanders into an Oscorp facility, accidently drops into some kind of experiment and suddenly morphs into a teenage boy, capable of complex thought.

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the urge to write an elaborate steddie historical tragedy AU only to write a reincarnation fic of canon vs. the amount of WIPs (unposted) that I have going on and dont need more of; FIGHT!!!

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IM THE KING OF NICHE PAIRINGS😋😋☝️

what’s the most niche/lame/embarrassing thing you’ve ever read fanfiction for. looking things up as a joke or for morbid curiosity doesn’t count i mean like intentionally just searching up and reading for personal enjoyment

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time travel fanfic idea where Jason comes back to before he was adopted, him and Batman still meet and he still ends up being adopted by Bruce Wayne, but he just refuses to acknowledge Batman and Robin, he acts like a civilian boy, he has over thirteen extracurriculars that Bruce does his best to keep up with. He regularly works out and trains all the fighting he's learned over the years, he goes on a gap year before college to recuperate the all blades and pretends to be the civilian in a family of crime fighting vigilantes.

He's doing pre-med and keeps nagging his siblings to go to college too (Cass, Tim), Duke is the one who spends more time with him bc everyone else is nocturnal and sleep through the day, but Jason likes to drive Duke to his classes and pick him up so they can have lunch together, Damian had a hard time at first, because Jason speaks every language that he speaks and all bat related things have to stay at the cave, his league training didn't prepare him for a civilian brother.

During an attempted kidnapping during one of the Wayne galas, Jason's whole plan almost gets blow up because one of the guys has taken a woman hostage and his Red Hood fried brain just pounced on the dude with all his might, wrestled him for the gun and kept him stuck under his boot with the gun pointed between the guys brows.

He had to pretend to be scared when Batman came to the rescue and act like he didn't know how to handle a gun.

+ Alfred 100% thinks Jason was on a children gang and that's why he's so good with knives, guns and rifles, but who's he to say anything about people's past