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Lone Ranger modern day AU: John is a young and idealistic lawyer who genuinely believes that the Police is a force for good, and Tonto is a rogue doctor/pharmacist driving around in an old van and offering free medical assistance to disadvantaged and impoverished communities. There are no pubs, only coffee shops.
I don't even LIKE modern day AUs, but not gonna lie, this one has potential.
#also worth adding that this is still a fairy tale#so Tonto ALWAYS has the right medicine and it ALWAYS works#John is still wearing his mask and people are still weirded out by it#and for some reason all the US officials take a look at those two idiots#and go 'ah yes THIS is the perfect example of American patriotism'#fanficion ideas#Lone Ranger#modern day AU
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I have just gotten the most beautifully, diabolical ROTTMNT fanfiction prompt idea (that may or may not already exist (I am not sure and have yet to see it)).
Imagine this:
Leo dies in the prison dimension (or is just stuck, whatever you prefer).
BUT-
Future! Leo comes to the past due to mystic hijinks, only to see that while the apocalypse was prevented, there is a turtle missing in the iconic quartet.
He now has to deal with a grief stricken family while having an internal battle of whether he should feel bad, or glad, that he is gone from this plane of existence.
:)
Feel free to twist this in whatever manner you wish, I hope this brings about some interesting fanfictions.
#rottmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rise of the tmnt#rottmnt leo#rottmnt future leonardo#fanficion ideas#fanfiction concept#tmnt#abstraction's text posts#abstraction's posts
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Whenever Bill sees KingOfNJ's fics through Stan's eyes he just thinks they have the same taste in fanfiction (disgusting. unthinkable) continued
#Alex Hirsch saying Bill is a secret lowkey fan of Duchess Approves is the funniest thing ever actually#Stan to Bill's face: FAKE FAN. LOSER. POSER#Stan to the internet stranger with aggravating yet thought provoking takes: I think I WILL spend 5 hours on Ao3 gleefully debating this guy#anyway secret identity. enemies to lovers. slow burn 500k- jkjk potential is there tho. don't tell me its not#Theoretically the computer room whitelist shouldn't let Bill contact the outside world but the therapists are thrilled Bill made a 'friend'#Stanford has no idea but is also happy Stanley has a friend. It will be carnage when Stan & Bill find out. Ultimate betrayal truly#gravity falls#GF Fan art#fan art#Stanley Pines#Bill Cipher#Grunkle Stan#Stan Pines#Post canon#ao3 fanficion au ?? I suppose ??#fanart#tbob#the book of bill#artists on tumblr#my art#Comic#gravity falls comic
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#Alex Hirsch saying Bill is a secret lowkey fan of Duchess Approves is the funniest thing ever actually#Stan to Bill's face: FAKE FAN. LOSER. POSER#Stan to the internet stranger with aggravating yet thought provoking takes: I think I WILL spend 5 hours on Ao3 gleefully debating this guy#anyway secret identity. enemies to lovers. slow burn 500k- jkjk potential is there tho. don't tell me its not#Theoretically the computer room whitelist shouldn't let Bill contact the outside world but the therapists are thrilled Bill made a 'friend'#Stanford has no idea but is also happy Stanley has a friend. It will be carnage when Stan & Bill find out. Ultimate betrayal truly#gravity falls#GF Fan art#fan art#Stanley Pines#Bill Cipher#Grunkle Stan#Stan Pines#Post canon#ao3 fanficion au ?? I suppose ??#fanart#tbob#the book of bill#artists on tumblr#my art#Comic#gravity falls comic
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hear me out here.
Donnie and Cassy go on a date to Murakami's restaurant, I don't feel like I've seen this idea for jonatello yet (sorry if I'm wrong)
I'm so posting some art or a fanfic to do with it later :D
#teenage mutant ninja turtles#2012 tmnt#tmnt 2012#jonatello#caseytello#tmnt casey jones#2012 casey jones#2012 donatello#2012 donnie#tmnt donnie#donatello 2012#donatello tmnt#donatello hamato#casey jones#tmnt headcanons#fanficion idea#tmnt fandom#my headcanons#Murakami tmnt#casey x donatello#yapping#professional yapper#certified yapper#tmnt
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There is something incredibly attractive about a man with blood on his hands promising you're safe...
Anybody else? Or am I just deranged?
(Anonymous asks are open if you wanna come chat with me...)
#x reader#fanficion#f1 fanfic#max verstappen f1#charles leclerc f1#lando norris fanfic#mafia au#f1 fic#formula 1#racing#max verstappen#daniel ricciardo 3#oscar piastri f1#george russell#carlos sainz f1#carlos sainz jr#lestappen#landoscar#to many fics like this that make me swoon#anyone have any ideas?#interact with me#please#its fun to talk to people on here#but idk how to start conversations#morally grey characters
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Yandere Jason the Toymaker x Reader
Words; 1,626
Trigger Warning for mentions of Kidnapping, Blood, and abuse
Takes place in 1800's
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The dripping from a leak in the ceiling was slowly becoming background noise to your ears. The small scratches on the floor were long abandoned for keeping time. It could have been days, weeks, or even years at this point. All you knew was the only thing that changed was when that sick bastard came down to visit you. Sometimes he wouldn’t show up for days, leaving you hungry and thirsty. On other days, he would do nothing but hang around your cage, tormenting you with his ‘love’.
The only light you had was a tiny barred window, too far away for you to reach and yell. The walls were a deep red, easily covering up the blood your capture would spill. A small candle holder sat on top of the small table near the locked door, only being lit when he would enter.
Yet, you sat in the middle of the cursed room in a cage, much like a bird sitting by a window. Your dress, once a bright pale blue, was now torn to bits. The puffiness of it now gone making it look like more of a nightgown, than a hand-made dress. The edges of the dress now stained in blood, along with the white frills around your neck.
A bandage covered your left eye, a lasting memory from when he got too happy with a needle some nights ago. On rare nights, when you laid your tired head on the cool concert floor to attempt to sleep, the same nightmare would repeat.
That's where you were now, eyes glazed over before sleep finally overtook and replayed that cursed day.
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You had thrown a party that night, to celebrate your friend's most recent engagement. People from all over came to enjoy the night, devouring the tasty food and drinks prepared by the finest chef you could find. People danced and laughed, making the night that much more magical.
“[Your Name]! The party is great! Thank you so much, I’d dare say it’s the best one you’ve thrown yet!” Your friend praised, her voice slurring a bit due to the drinks. You smiled at her and took the drink from her hand and placed it on the table next to you both.
“I believe you may have had too much to drink, my lady, as we both know many other lords and ladies have put on much better parties than me,” You muttered. She let out a small drunken giggle and gave your shoulder a push, causing you to stumble into the man behind you. Quickly, you turned around to apologize.
“Oh my! I’m so sorry! I tripped over my dress and bumped into you!” Your excuse rolling off your tongue. You feared this man would yell at you, scolding you for being too clumsy. The taller male looked past his crimson bangs, pushing them out of the way to look at you with his pale-yellow eyes. His cheeks reddened as he made eye contact.
“O-oh! It’s not a problem!” He stuttered softly, dragging his gaze down and back up to meet your eyes. You lightly kicked your friend who started to giggle behind you. With a small bow, you turned back to your friend who you scolded as she dragged you towards more drinks.
Long after the party was over and all the guests had left, you had finally made it up to your room. Talking and meeting so many people was exhausting and the only thing you had on your mind was sleep. You regretted not getting to formally meet to redheaded man, but another boy with bright yellow hair also stuck out. He had offered to dance and honestly was one of the nicest men you had met.
Finally closing the door behind you, and slipping the top layer of your dress onto the ground was one of the most relaxing actions you did tonight. However, before you could remove your corset, you finally gazed around your room. The bed had been tossed around, like someone had made love in it, and your vanity had been flipped over-the glass from the mirror scattering on the ground.
A soft rustle echoed from the corner and before you could turn or even scream, a soft jab hit your neck.
“Sshh.. It’s okay, everything will be alright…” A deep voice whispered into your ear. The voice was familiar, but before you could place who it belongs to, you fell into the stranger's arms and faded into a deep sleep.
The soft click of the door unlocking and a pair of heels clicking on the tile awoke you from your restless sleep. Your stomach dropped and you quietly muttered a prayer to whatever God would listen. As Jason approached, you sat up and pushed your spine into the bars behind you. Jason placed his hands on the bars of the rusted cage, leaning into the small space with a bright smile.
“Good evening, my doll! I do hope you’ve slept well. I do also apologize for not being around as much as you would like… I was out getting a get a little gift for you!” He giggled a little, jiggling the cage a little bit as if to try and convince you to move away from the bars. Somehow, his sick mind still believed you had feelings for him, that some man had manipulated and convinced you to not trust him. Like someone put a curse on you.
Of course, he was proud of himself to finally break you of that man's ‘curse’.
Jason reached into his pocket, fumbling around for a moment. Your breath caught in the back of your throat, fearful of what his newest ‘gift’ would be. Jason would say it was out of the kindness of his heart that he would bring you stuffed animals and small toys, eventually bundles of your favorite flowers. At first, the idea of small gifts brought a little calmness to you, until the stuffed animals started to smell and leak a dark reddish brown liquid. The flowers would wilt in the first hours, revealing the body parts of your friends and loved ones. The toys would blink, almost as if alive, and to be honest you didn’t want to look and be near them more than you had to be.
When you finally looked up at him, you noticed the small swipe of blood on his brow and the lightest stain on his white collar. His smile didn’t meet his eyes and only grew when you finally made eye contact.
Finally, Jason pulled out a small tuft of bright hair, holding it into the cage and allowing it to flow to the ground in front of your feet.
With a bandaged hand you covered your mouth to shield a scream that tried to creep up the back of your throat. After all this time, you had some small hope that a dashing young man would rescue you from this hellscape, and whisk you away like those fairytales your mother would read to you late at night. You closed your eyes, allowing a few soft tears to fall to the floor. Knowing in your heart that poor man was laying in his pool of blood, waiting to be discovered.
After a few moments, you felt a hand tug on your chin, pulling you closer to the bars. Jason's warm breath fanned over your tear-stained face.
“You know I’m only doing this out of love for you, my doll…” His hushed voice sent chills down your spine. His glowing eyes traveled down to your trembling lips and he slowly moved in closer, attempting to place a sweet kiss on your lips. It was something he felt he craved, often dreaming of the sensation late at night. He felt guilty for keeping you locked in a cage, but Jason also knew you would try to run as soon as you got the chance. He craved to have you all to himself, with your warm pressed up against his as you truly excepted him.
When his lips brushed against the side of your hand, he paused for a moment. You looked away bashfully, tears still daring to stain that pretty face of yours. He pulled away for a moment, and peering down at you threw his now whiten bangs. How dare you refuse a kiss from him; did you not want him the same way he wanted you? Anger boiled within him as he reached into his shirt, pulling a key from a cord wrapped around his neck.
You backed as far away from the door as you could as Jason carefully unlocked it, standing at the entrance with a blank stare. Finally, he lunged at you, wrapping his rotting hands around your neck, squeezing just enough to restrict your airflow but staying conscious.
“I swear on my life you will learn to love me…! Even if I have to kill every last person you knew, I will! I promise it!” Jason yelled, flinging spit onto your face. Your weak hands flew up to scratch and claw at his, trying to get some sort of air into your lungs. Your whole body felt like it was on fire, and black spots slowly grew in your vision. It wasn’t until you went limp on the stone floor did Jason finally let go. He leaned down, resting his head against your chest and running his hands through your hair. His eyes closed as he tried to listen.
“I promise, I you will never be able to leave me…” His hushed voice only echoed slightly.
Finally, he stood up, looking down at your limp body with nothing but a wicked smile on his face. He turned, closing and locking the bars behind him, leaving a small stuffed animal just outside of the bars and snuffing the dying candle on his way out of the heavy door.
#creepypasta#Fanficion#creepypasta x reader#jason the toymaker#jason the toymaker headcanons#Jason the Toymaker x reader#mental abuse#abuse#kidnapping#kidnapping mentioned#Dark fic#angst no comfort#angst no happy ending#creepypasta fanfic#mentions blood#jason is not a good person#also on ao3#please do not repost#please give me ideas#i have no shame#no other creepypasta is mentioned#takes place in 1800s#gender neutral reader
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I have a idea for a further cupel/marriage proms
1)the stupid think I love abaut you
2)the unsexy‘s think is even sexy if I think abaud you
3)you my cat
4)stupid lover
5)you in over size’s clothes is cute
6)honey moon
7)child love
8)in the first glare
9)soft lover’s
10)play whit my
#writing prompt#fic prompt#prompt idea#prompt list#Love#cupple#marriage#lovers#fanficion#for all#you can use it as your want’s
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I think it might just be one or two really dedicated authors but the rise of unassisted home births in fanfiction really scares me.
This is a special interest of mine so I know a lot of the things that can happen during birth that a doctor would be there for. There's also just the fact that even if everything goes exactly according to plan, you will never have as much understanding of what's happening than a qualified midwife or OBGYN.
I just feel like people are gonna get this romanticized idea from fanfiction and then they or their children are going to get seriously hurt or traumatized.
#if one thing goes wrong you might not be able to get to the hospital fast enough#which would result in death for one if not both parties involved#its a bad idea#i know the stranger things fics are on dedicated person#but the umbrella academy ones might not be#fanficion#birth#writing#ao3#archive of our own#fanfic#tua#st
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The Soulless One
You didn't understand it.
Those beady black eyes staring, almost as if staring into your soul. All you could do was stare back. All you could do was allow for those pure black eyes stare straight into your own. All you could do was allow for the owner of those eyes pick you apart, analyze you. As if you were a creature, placed on this planet in hopes of entertaining the boy.
All you could do was be grateful for the fact one of his eyes were covered.
Not that it really made it less disturbing as his eyes analyze your every movement. Every small twitch, be it nervousness, habit. It was as if the boy was reading you just to find some purpose of your movements. Some purpose for his own amusement.
Sometimes it felt like something, a demon, was looking you up and down for some desire, some answer. Yet, you knew the moment you looked back at his eyes, there would be no spark, no interest. A void of nothingness.
It was almost as if the boy was some sort of demon. Lying in wait, waiting to attack at any moment. You would see his smile, it was lifeless, nothing there, maybe the spark of cold amusement here, or there. It made you nervous anytime he stared at you with those black eyes. Right now you wish you were anywhere else. Anything to escape the demon's gaze.
Anything to escape the dark eyes, which hold no light.
As if he weren't human.
As if the boy himself had no soul.
#fanficion#second person narration#unreliable narrators#just an idea#bungo stray dogs#bsd#dazai osamu
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Should i do this for the Barbie fandom? I definitely should. Please let me know what movie(s)/characters specifically you'd want to see and maybe a plot?? Haha
There should be a fanfic writing game called the showrunners challenge where someone writes a story and partway through someone else can play things like "actor leaves after 4000 more words" or "topic now too politically sensitive due to unforeseen world events" or "lost rights to that reference"
#fanficion#fanfics#fanfic#fanfic challenge#fanfiction challenge#showrunners challenge#barbie#barbie movies#fanfic ideas
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My urge to write ROTTMNT fanfiction grows ever stronger, yet my brain refuses to write until I can get the characters to a "T", which is why I haven't been posting at all! 😭
I HAVE MADE A WHOLE SPREADSHEET AND I AM RE-WATCHING THE WHOLE SERIES AGAIN!
THank THE PIZZA-SUPREME IN THE SKY for all the wonderful ROTTMNT fans that have noticed little details and consistencies, you have inadvertently maintained my sanity during these troubling times (I plan to hopefully put all my sources at the end when I finish the doc).
Here's a sneaky peak at my doc.
This is just DONNIE. HELP ME. I'M NOT EVEN DONE! (I will most likely post this once it is complete along with visual references for any ROTTMNT fan that needs a easy access to resources in terms of cannon and design).
I have been brainstorming fanfiction plot points and AUs I could write, but it will be a long time to finish. I kinda wanna have the chapter outline and summaries done first because I deal with motivation issues that not even coffee can help.
Here are a couple of my ideas for fanfictions I have had (inspired by many fanfics I have read and ideas I have seen in comment sections):
Donnie's Misadventures - a series of events where Donnie does the most absurd, mad scientist shenanigans as his brothers attempt to keep him from dying. Very light-hearted and silly, I don't want this to be angst.
Leo's Escapades - a fanfiction with emotional hurt/comfort. I don't think there are enough fanfics with Leo having a sort of "secret life" away from his family. Those (alleged (I forget if this is true or not)) two years between the last season and the movie have such potential for Leo development 😤
A "Life as We Knew it" (by Susan Beth Pfeffer) inspired fanfiction - I want to make an AU based on this book because it has really good plot points between family during an apocalypse and the hardships they suffer during the extreme weather conditions and their own home as people they knew slowly die, only having each other to stay safe. This has a LOT of potential, especially with their turtle traits.
I hope I manage to see this through because I really do feel passionate about this!
#rottmnt#rise of the tmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#fanficion ideas#rottmnt leo#rottmnt donnie#rottmnt raph#rottmnt mikey#I MUST HAVE MAXIMUM ACCURACY#my post#abstraction's text posts
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Soulmate au where the soulmates don't end up together and they have to figure out if it was for the best or if fate was right
#fanficion#fanfic writing#fanfic ideas#marauders#marauders era#i love this idea#i think it'll be really interesting to go into the idea of if fate is real#as well as what is a soulmate#is it platonic or romantic#as well as if you should stay together with someone who isn't right for you even if you love them
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Help me choose what to write next! I'm still working on Stuck in the Past, but I can tell that I'm starting to get a bit stuck. I want to work on another idea - just a one-shot, not a series - so I can come back to the next SitP chapter with fresh eyes. I couldn't decide what to write though, so I thought this would be fun!
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Done bb.
Thumb War
A/N: Alastor and Lucifer have a dumb thumb war lmao
TWs: Drinking, hurting one’s thumb.
Ship: Radioapple (platonic for the most part)
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Alastor and Lucifer sat at the hotel’s bar, both a bit over tipsy. They had felt a friendship growing in-between them, and they both hated it. So, Lucifer turned to Alastor.
“B-bitch— I bet I could beat you in a thumb war!!” Lucifer challenged, getting all up in Alastor’s face and pointing a finger at him. His anger was sudden, the two had been in silence a moment before.
“R—eally?” Alastor tilted his head, pushing Lucifer’s finger off of him.
“MHM.”
“Let’s rattle, snake.”
They took each other’s hand, positioned in classic thumb war fashion. They rotated thumbs, chanting : “ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR— I DECLARE A THUMB WAR!!” Before their thumbs charged at each other.
Lucifer’s thumb strained, pulling back as Alastor’s tried to get to it. It hurt like hell, and eventually his thumb tried to fight back at Alastor’s.
Alastor’s sharp nails dug into his skin, Lucifer’s digging back. The thumb war lasted a good 7 minutes, a constant back and forth. But, eventually, Alastor got Lucifer’s thumb down.
“B—bitch..! Ow!!” Lucifer cried once Alastor let go of his hand, holding onto his thumb.
“Awww, is the king’s thumb hurt?” He teased. Lucifer gave him the finger.
“Need someone to kiss your boo-boo???” He drunkenly slurred. He took Lucifer’s hand and put both of his hands around it, leaning over and gently kissing the top of his thumb.
He didn’t know if it was the drunkenness or what, but he felt blood rushing to his head..
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A/N: I hope you enjoyed!!! Please save requests in the comments, I’ll try to get to as many as I can. Consider following me!!
I really need someone to draw fanart of Alastor and Lucifer having a thumb war with each other
Or write fanfic of them on the verge of becoming actual friends and now they’re desperately looking for any excuse to maintain their rivalry that they devolve into a thumb war of all things
I don’t know why I need this, I just do
#hazbin hotel#radioapple#bonus points if lucifer mocks alastor for being so weak (comparably)#extra bonus points if alastor uses his shadows to cheat in retaliation#duckiedeer#queer platonic radioapple#queer platonic duckiedeer#radioapple fanart#radioapple fanart idea#radioapple fic idea#fanficion#hazbin alastor#Hazbin Lucifer
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GOD DAMNIT.
That latest fanart I reblogged just gave me a wonderful plot idea and I am simply too busy to give it the attention it deserves.
Since Cody was the one who helped to put Slick away. How ironic would it be that Cody goes on the run AWOL and who should he run into also on the run and or is actually rescued by but Slick who QUITE JUSTIFIABLY SO tells him "I told you so, no one listened to me when I tried to warn them we were nothing but property and you all refused to listen and NOW look at you"
And Cody's prolly just resigned to being executed and or turned in because that's what he deserves in his guilt-riddled mind but Slick proves himself to be the better if an extraordinarily bitter man and does the opposite and helps him out because Cody is still a clone and he is still a brother.
Someone, please write this so I don't have to. I have so much on my plate right now.
Or draw it, I don't know. Take it, it's yours. I free it into the universe and hopefully out of my brain
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