#fic concept

[easily-distracted-by-fandom]

REMINDER THAT I HAVE A COALMINER MUMBO AND STARBORN SCOTT FIC THAT IM PLANNING TO WRITE IF MUMSCOTT WINS

YOU GET ELDRITCH MUMBO AND MUMBO ANGST AND ACTUAL CANARY JIMMY

YOU ALSO GET FAE SCOTT WHO DOESNT UNDERSTNAND HUMANS. DONT YOU WANT THAT

also pics of my dogs if Mumscott wins

also also I’ll write drabbles or draw art for you as long as you send your vote to my inbox.

Reminder that @deityoftherain will write a fic for the winning ship! Have fun propagandaing!

[the-gayngel]

i think it's time we consider destiel looking like current jensen and misha if we ever see the characters again. picture long ass hair and scruffy beards. old grumpy men looking like if you even breathe in the wrong direction they will give you a look so devastating that it might just wither you from the inside out. they're not dealing with any more shit after everything they've been through. and now they get to live out the rest of their lives unfiltered, authentic, and slightly grouchy while they age together.

[terresdebrume]

Concept: an au where Paul Rowland's abuse causes Charles to go deaf/severely hard of hearing as a young kid, old enough that he doesn't have trouble speaking aside from words he didn't have an occasion to hear

When he dies, he doesn't tell Edwin right away and attempts to go by on lip reading like he's been doing most of his life because he was never taught BSL anyway. One day this lands him and Edwin in trouble and Charles is forced to confess when Edwin scolds him for not listening.

Edwin is absolutely horrified by the state of things and immediately insists he and Charles learn BSL together, which takes them some time but hey, they're ghosts, if there's anything they have plenty of it's time

It's touch and go for a long while. Charles grows more comfortable with his deafness, and he enjoys having this semi secret language with his best mate, but clients have a bad tendency to hear him speak and behave as if he were a regular hearing person

This happens often enough that by the time Crystal comes along, Charles has developed the habit of pretending he can't talk around strangers. True, it forces Edwin to be the interpreter all the time, and there's always the occasional client who tries to be downright rude, but the fact that people tend to underestimate Charles' intelligence when they realize he doesn't speak came in handy more than once: they stick with it

Crystal does her best to communicate directly with Charles, aided by no small amount of writing (she can recognize Charles' hand by week 3) and slow progress in BSL thanks to the books Edwin lends her. She doesn't always find it convenient but it's not like there's anyone to blame for it so she adapts and learns

Then one day she and Charles end up kidnapped in a basement together with their hands tied, which makes communication impossible, as Crystal for some reason really struggles with lip reading. She's getting close to despair and wondering how the fuck they're going to plan for anything now, when Edwin manages to sneak into the room (by way of he's needed for the plot) and asks for a sitrep

Crystal looks so offended when Charles starts speaking it makes the boys pause to laugh at her a bit. They explain afterwards and it takes her a bit but she gets it, and eventually even admits it was helpful that one time

And of course, eventually she learns enough BSL to communicate with Charles more easily, and they may or may not use it to trash talk her parents when she takes a breather in the bathroom during one of their social events

[highladyluck]

I lied I can’t stop my brain from immediately constructing a scenario

Ebou Dar, gholam hunt, rumor is the drag bar had a real nasty murder. Birgitte wants to investigate it but can only get so far on her own. She insists that Mat glam up to fit in. Shenanigans ensue. And while it’s not actually the gholam at work, Mat does find and capture the real murderer.

everytime i wear a long flowy skirt and am forced to fix and arrange it whenever I sit down I mentally pour one out for Robert Jordan

[the-daydreaming-show]

Fic Idea/Sneak Peek;

You were the daughter of a poor mortal couple, children of poor mortals whose ancestors had been lost to history. At twelve, you found a stressed and hungry Feyre Archeron in the woods while hunting (or trying to), and the two of you became companions in the treacherous woods while hunting, becoming friends (and the center of each other's worlds). Until you were fifteen, when your mother gave birth to a son, after years of her husband asking for it. But the birth was complicated; mother and baby were left weak, and you and your younger sister, Rue, became a liability, for you were not sons. You both disappeared one night without a trace, and no one, but Feyre, ever asked for an explanation of your fate. Even when that long-awaited son died before he turned three, Feyre never stopped asking and missing. Not until she herself disappeared, dragged by a beast into the woods, and the rest was history. 

Years later, as Prythian let the dust settle after the war with Hybern. And while the Night Court still rejoiced at the birth of their High Lord and High Lady's first child, a message flew to immortal lands across the world:

From this day, one will be, and only one, the queen of the mortal lads of the world.

Does who bent the knee to you, would keep their land and titles. Those who took arms against you and your dragons would be thrown down, humble and destroyed.

With the threat of mortal queens and the need to fulfill a promise now meaningless, you agree to visit the Night Court to reunite with Feyre. You meet her family, the new and the old, and discuss a possible alliance in the future (and inevitable) wars that will come with the absence of the wall. You know how it will end, but you go anyway. Perhaps one last look at what could have been before meeting those eyes across a battlefield would close a part of your heart that you needed to keep quiet to fulfill your goal.

Little did you know, fate and the Mother had different plans for a relationship you already thought was dead and lost. It turns out it just needed to be completed.

NOTE: I plan on writing about this, at least a couple parts, if you'd like to read it let me know and also tell me if you want to be tagged when it comes out;

[grounded-gryphon]

We're Going to Write This

@phoenix-files-raiphoenix asked a question about Dan being redeemed and that set us off down a rabbit hole. Fic is getting written, just not sure when.

General concept:

Clockwork does an 'oops' released Dan, says that it doesn't matter because unless Red Hood kills Robin at Titan's Town, Dan won't be able to take over the world again anyway.

Sets Dan off to find 'Robin' and make sure he dies at Titan's Tower.

Finds Robin is a neglected 14 year old vigilante, starts worrying the kid won't survive to get to Titan's Tower, starts low key taking care of him.

By the time Red Hood shows up, Dan is becoming attatched to/possessive of Tim. Shenanigans ensue.

[w1ngedv01d]

Wildlife Apocalypse AU where Joel and Gem were driving away together, as far as they could from whatever danger they'd left, and they run out of gas at the bottom of the hill where this abandoned barn sits

Gem takes over the barn because she needs some space to actually live, and she did set up a room for Joel. But he never uses it

He lives in his car, unable to leave it. Because if he leaves, it means the life they left behind is truly gone, and there's nothing left but this apocalyptic hellscape

[kinardsevan]

spare parts

(this is only part of a concept. who knows when i'll find time to actually write it.)

He falls asleep at some point. He’s not entirely sure when; he wasn’t really keeping track of time. But the sound of the front door opening rouses him, and when he sits up, Tommy is coming through the door. 

“Hi baby,” he greets. His voice is weary, but cheerful. He drops his duffel beside his shoes and leans down over the couch, pecks Evan on the lips. “How was your day off?” 

He doesn’t answer at first; lets the idea that he’s still waking up fill the moment instead as Tommy comes around the couch and sits down next to him. The sun is setting, but there’s still enough light left in the room that they can still see each other. 

Still, they’ve been together long enough now that they’ve memorized all the nuances about each other. Which means when Evan doesn’t start offering up an answer about anything, Tommy can tell something is up. 

“Evan, what’s wrong?” 

He inhales a deep breath. 

“I had a doctors appointment today,” he admits after a tick. He’s staring at his hands, wringing them tightly together. Tommy reaches out and slides his fingers between Evan’s, forcing him to stop. It makes him look up at his husband. 

“Tell me,” Tommy replies, his own tone gruff, but patient. Cut the bullshit and just tell me.

“M-my leg has been acting up,” Evan continues. “Thought maybe I pulled something, but it didn’t feel like it was getting better even after I took extra time off last week. So I called.” 

Tommy nods, watching him intently. 

“And?” 

He inhales another deep breath. 

“And it’s not good,” he replies, his voice trembling. When he manages to look up at Tommy, the tears in his own eyes are welled so high that half of his husband’s face is blurred, and his chin is quivering. Tommy just keeps watching him, waiting.

“Th-they did some x-rays, a-and then an MRI, and-and a CT,” he explains. 

“And they found,” Tommy prompts him. His tone is tight and gravelly. It’s like he knows what’s coming, but still needs Evan to say it. 

“Cancer,” Evan rasps when finally finds the strength to say the word. “Osteosarcoma, they think.” 

His tears fall then, and Tommy nods as he wraps his hand around Evan’s head, pulling him and pressing his lips to his husband’s temple. Evan cracks at that, unable to stop the silent sobs that fall out of him then. 

“Dr. Benton transferred me over to one of the orthopedic oncologists,” he continues, even as the tears keep coming. “Sh-she wants to do a biopsy in a few days.” 

“Okay,” Tommy replies, like it’s the easiest decision in the world. “Then we do that.” 

Evan lifts his head up, a pained expression in his eyes. “Tommy-..” 

Tommy shakes his head, his fingers still in his husband’s hair. 

“No. You are not somebody’s spare parts anymore, Evan,” Tommy tells him. “You do not need to operate on someone else’s schedule, especially if we’re facing a fight like this.” 

Evan doesn’t have the words to respond then. He’s not entirely sure how he feels about the whole process yet. It’s been almost three decades since Daniel passed away, but he still remembers enough of his childhood in hospitals to recall the pain of being the access point for anything his older brother needed while he was still alive. 

[empydoc]

every so often i forget guy, like, writes

makes you wonder if he ever wrote anything about honey; if he ever wrote a cringy poem, or a longing letter he never gave them. makes you ponder on if he ever spent nights staring at a blank page, hands hovering over his keyboard as he struggled to focus on what he was trying to write for something unrelated, when all he could think about was them, and only them.

personally, i feel he’d never admit to it, but there’s certainly a page somewhere- whether it be physical or digital- of him trying to articulate how he felt about them early on with words that he’d struggle to utter in their direction in the first place.

[frankiebirds]

garcia tells morgan that she has this friend he would be soooo good together with and can she please set him up on a blind date with them? and then she tells reid she has this other friend HE would be soooo good together with and can she please set him up on a blind date with them? eventually they agree. and then bam it's eachother. send post.

[moirindeclermont]

Polin Anniversary | A concept fic

Some days ago I was discussing (as you normally do) the first Polin anniversary. A year as passed since they are married, how would Colin and Pen mark that moment?

Spicy level: 🌶️🌶️🌶️ (both in gifs and in text)

First of all, gifts. Not traditional gifts, well not just that. Colin would gift Pen his diary from his travels (no editing needed, she likes the naught bits). Pen would gift him her recollection of their relationship, from the moment they met until the Butterfly Ball. They both cry a bit reading them. (And if this is the first year, try to top that would be a challenge the following ones).

Of course they're is a moment of reunion with both families as they come to celebrate the event. At Bridgerton house, of course, but quite small, just them and the close family. It could even be part of the last scene we see on the show.

Then, there is the private part 👀

Pen tells to Colin, just before entering Bridgerton House, that the doctor cleared her for sex. And then proceed to tease him the whole time. She already prepared everything in advance, so Lord Baby Featherington will stay with GrandMa Violet. The servants have the night free and no one is in the house. She also payed the footmen of the carriage...

Because her husband is quite predictable when it comes to her: the moment the are in the carriage, he goes for her much like the year before, but this time after a while she stops him, pushes him in the seat in front of her, throw on the floor a cushion she put there the day prior, all while Colin looks at her with awe and arousal.

It is not the first time she goes down on him but nevertheless she is quite addicted to the power she feels when she does that. It's intoxicating, even if this is just the first act. This night is theirs, after all. Colin makes the most wonderful noise and she gets lost in the act, until she feels Colin one second away from release and she stops. Colin looks at her, a question in his eyes.

"Not now, husband, I have other plans for you" as the carriage stops after a good five minutes, and she conduct Colin into their room. She undress herself, leaving just the scandalous night gown Genevieve prepared for her. It's in blue Bridgerton, and has two strategic holes on her breasts. Colin wishes for a photograph, even though they are not even invented yet ad he doesn't even know what a photograph is.

Colin devours her with hands, lips and tongue. That is the first round.

The second is more calm, she is cleared for sex but still feels quite tender. It's a slow act, every movement goes on for seconds if not minutes, as they both take in the other and just thank the Lord for this incredible gift they have.

Quite words are whispered too: "you're incredible, Pen"; "please, Colin, more"; "I love when I can feel you squeeze around me"; "I love you";

Both releases come with a gasp, while Colin and Pen are looking at each other, a few tears on their faces for the sheer intensity and emotion of the moment. They smile afterwards, their throat still chocked up as they hold each other. A full year is passed but it feels like an eternity and a second. They are both so grateful they are here, together, that the only thing that make sense is to share a brief kiss and hold each other.

And never let go.

[spidey-bie]

Fic Idea:

Hobie with a male reader. Hobie is hesitant to confess because he assumed that reader is straight. Hobie finally caves and confesses stating that he knows that reader is straight but he just needed to get it off his chest while reader is standing there genuinely offended over Hobie assuming that they're straight.

[imagine-darksiders]

Darksiders fic idea summary:

When Strife teases War about having a ‘soft spot,’ the younger Horseman takes immediate offence. After all, nothing about War is soft. Every inch of his titanic body is rippling with solid, well-honed muscles. Demons have broken their knuckles on his jawline. His epidermis is inches thick in some places. He is both the immovable object and the unstoppable force.

It isn’t until you almost get hurt during a routine patrol of Haven that War is reminded how not every weakness can be found on the outside.

[terresdebrume]

Concept: The DBDA Characters in a modern AU meet as a D&D group. Niko is the experienced DM with a lot of ideas, and Edwin is her long time friend and player.

Edwin plays a Moon Circle druid because it's the only class he hasn't really tried out before, and he wants to give tanking a go. He also accidentally ends up in charge of onboarding Charles, the nice beginner who's mostly here to support his bestie. Edwin color codes the various sections of Charles' character sheet & helps him remember which type of dice is witch.

Crystal plays a bard and comes up with zingers for her vicious mockery that makes the whole table collapse in laughter. For the BBEG, she even comes ready with dozens of haikus insulting him, his fashion choices, his mom, and the quality of his magic.

Charles starts out as a barbarian but realizes he's not comfortable with the rage mechanic and sunsets his first character pretty quickly. Everyone expects him to leave because he's seemed uncomfortable most of the time, but when he comes back as a paladin he surprises the whole table by getting really into the roleplay, coming up with a new voice and a specific accent and everything.

Monty plays a Circle of Stars Druid because it's also his first campaign and he likes the astrology theme. He ends up as the party's main healer a bit by accident, but he gets really competent at it and the party relies on him a lot, so his character's betrayal and departure from the group (when he has to leave to study abroad for a while) shocks everyone and they're all quite incensed about it.

When Monty comes back a year later, he brings along his boyfriend Thomas, whose Tabaxi character is a Grave Cleric and first introduced as the guy who brings an almost dead [Monty's character] to the Party's doorstep for protection. The return kicks off the final arc of the campaign and introduces the first in game romance, which ends up making everybody cry.

On the second campaign, Charles decides he can't let himself be outdone by the annoying american (no offense, Crystal) and announces that he's going to romance someone too. This can go one of two ways:

Crystal also finds Thomas annoying and plays along, and she and Charles end up roleplaying a romance for the ages that weirdly ends their on/off relationship when they realize their characters are more in love than they are, and/or

Crystal Does Not Want to be involved in the rooster fight and makes her character a lesbian on purpose, leaving Charles to romance the only character available: Edwin's.

Shenanigans ensure either way.

[sparrowsarus]

At ten years old, Wyll Ravengard brings a pale, skinny little girl home, claiming she's an orphan. Ulder takes one long look at her-- And. Well.

Ulder’s first impression is that Orin is small.

Silent, next to Wyll’s excited chatter; pale as new bone, squinting in even the low light of a Baldur’s Gate Autumn. A darkness in those strange, pale eyes—like this slip of a child had seen horrors beyond reckoning, and thought they were simply how the world was.

Where did she come from? He asks his son. I found her in the sewers. I told her she could stay with us. Please?

Ulder couldn’t say no to those eyes—Francesca’s eyes, in a small, pleading face. Couldn’t abandon a child to whatever terrors she had seen, to give her that look, the curious question of When does the ritual begin? My father requires his sacrifice echoing at the dinner table.

She’s missing a tooth, Ulder notices, the thought incongruous with the monstrousness inherent in that innocently asked question.

There are few reasons for a child to insist their father will be displeased by a lack of ritual murder, and Ulder hates them all. He takes his suspicions, and Orin, to the Marshal--praying he’s wrong.

But the Marshal, Abdel Adrian, rumoured son of Bhaal, looks at the little girl, and gently tells her she is no sibling of his. Just a normal little girl: neither doomed, nor destined.

Orin cries. But within her sobs is a confession; the temple hiding under the city, the bloody rituals of violent death, the rotting corpses.

A temple of Bhaal, lurking under the city. Sacrifices made in the name of an evil god.

Sarevok, yet living—Adrian’s failure. Adrian’s responsibility.

Ulder is told to take Orin home, and prepare the troops for battle.

A scout is sent to verify the child’s story; a mere formality, a sop to convention. The child was not lying, and the scout confirms it.

For the first time in many years, Abdel Adrian takes the field, with nearly the entire complement of Fist in the city, Jaheira and her Harpers, and a handful of good-aligned clerics.

He doesn’t bother speaking to the Council, letting Portyr waffle about what to do. This is war, and that is Adrian’s business.

The Temple of Bhaal reeks of death and blood. The Bhaalites take no quarter, though the Fist are expected to try. Properly, there should be a trial. For many of them, there will be.

Justice should be done in the light.

The Fist are ordered to arrest, rather than kill. The clerics subdue; the Harpers trap; the Fist do their best. Abdel Adrian will not have sacrifices in the house of his father.

He can’t quite manage it, when faced with Sarevok and his daughter. They are cut down by Adrian’s sword, and Ulder sees the shadow of the monster the Marshal nearly was.

Their bodies are burned, turned to char and ash. Adrian will not risk his half-brother escaping death a second time.

The temple is purged and cleansed; the bodies systemically identified, to inform their families. Riches counted, and Adrian insists it all be given to the families of the deceased, or donated to the temples.

There is already so much blood on the wealth of the Fist.

And Ulder goes home to see to his children.

[moonbugs9058]

My best friend (hates me) - Kinich probably

thinking about a fic idea with Kinich and Ajaw as the main focus (as always) and the traveller and Paimon as a secondary focus. Like Kinich sees that the traveller and Paimon have a best friend relationship and wonders if it would ever be possible to be that friendly with Ajaw; he figures that it wouldn't be, since Paimon is the traveller's companion out of friendship and Ajaw is Kinich's because of a contract. Still, when he sees the traveller and Paimon interact, he gets a strange empty feeling in his chest similar to the one he gets when he sees parents interact with their children.

The story would the focus on Kinich and Ajaw's developing relationship and how they grow to understand each other (similar to how I wrote it in The Ultimate Fool-Proof Guide To Humans but from Kinich's perspective and with different circumstances), and then Kinich's eventual understanding that he is Ajaw's best friend; it just looks different with them then how it looks with the traveller and Paimon. Like the traveller buys Paimon lunch and Kinich gives Ajaw fresh-squeezed fruit juice. Paimon speaks for the traveller and Ajaw defends Kinich from the more hostile Scions. He realizes that Ajaw still cares for him, even if his care doesn't look like Paimon's care for the traveller, and that understanding is what makes it easier for him to understand Ajaw and connect with Ajaw. Once Kinich realizes this little nuance about their relationship, the empty feeling goes away. I have tried to write this concept already but I keep hitting walls with it, so I think that the Kinich and Ajaw fic brainworm might have wiggled its last wiggle with The Ultimate Fool-Proof Guide to Humans, but I needed to get this concept out of my head somehow. Here's a couple of paragraphs out of the small tiny little amount of the concept I managed to write. Maybe I'll end up finishing it one day, but I can only hope.