#fic idea uwu

[hyperfixatinglove]

Butchered top surgery and ugly scars because there's no way Henrietta!Me is allowed to develop breasts in 1403 Bohemia and thus never taking shirt off and having to make up excuse of being young lad slashed with a sword-

[sunnymainecoonx]

How many people witnessed softie food addict horror who needed something in his mouth or he would actively kill and turn to cannibalism 🧍‍♀️ or was that just me.... anyways honestly it was silly.. he'd maybe get along with cook horror... I just like fanon crossovers guys*sadge

Anyways canon horror is also silly(really silly. What an asshole, man)(no seriously he's actually such an asshole.. I might love him for that but-) I don't think he would get along with the others(loser)

[alienglowgarden]

Im bad at writing coherent things but I need to get this concept out of my head so it stops haunting me.

I had this idea for another fic called The Undine Colony.

The setting would be the second colony by the sea- started when Sol is in their forties- the story taking place an unknown time after that.

It starts with the alarm that the original Stratospheric colony has gone silent. Collapsed all its networks, killed every signal, spirited away every colonist. As it still houses much of humanity's most advanced tech, like the servers for their holonet, essential parts of the power grid, this is an issue of extreme urgency.

And who better to turn to in their moment of need than Sol? So here they are suddenly jolted into wakefulness.

Their first thought is that they cannot feel their body. They quickly learn they are not in fact the real Sol, but only an AI copy made of their brain-scan from many decades ago. Though they cannot access the future vision as an ephemeral bit of software, they have superior computing on their side.

The gist of it being that AI Sol is now in charge of the 2nd colony to replace the hole left by Congruence, all while being tasked to figure out whats happening to the og colony & trying to reestablish contact. Aaand trying to piece together their own existence on top of it. Trying to find out what even happened to the original Sol. If they have something to do with this blackout.

So yeah, itd be slowly unfurling that mystery, piecing together the gap in their memory & issues of personhood.

[minnesota-fats]

Currently writing a BurningStatements fic where Gerry, after his page was burnt he wakes up as an avatar of the end back in the hospital he died in. Gertrude left him in the States to heal and he couldn’t contact her or Martin. Eventually he was released from the care center he was staying at and he goes back to the archives to meet Jon again and explain to BS he got himself into. Then he finds out that Martin was transferred to the archives and takes season one gang to go talk to him cuz he is worried and the gang think something is up with this guy that showed up out of nowhere. When they get there they see Jane Prentiss knocking on Martins door, Gerry scares her away and finally they reunite and it’s a beautiful reunion!!!

Ok, sorry about the rant! I just love them so much!!!!

Later at Gertrude’s old flat…

(Gerry had a key)

[joyfuladorable]

Trenchcoat-wearing time, but make it ✨Fashion✨

[ragnarokhound]

trick or treat!! 🧡🖤

Hi Tauria!! Happy Spookmas UwU

Since you shared some behind the scenes verse details with me, I wanted to share some ideas I have cooking for a verse with you!!

This is for the very silly and self-indulgent Little Red Riding Hood AU I thought of a zillion years ago, and it's very much under construction still haha. I've changed a lot of things about the premise from that original post, so here's a breakdown of the idea (with spoilers!) plus a small scene snippet from the beginning of the fic:

Little Red Riding Hood AU:

Fairy tale setting - so think hand-wavingly feudalist kingdom in fantasy land, very 10th Kingdom in its approach.

(Side tangent: 10th Kingdom is an excellent miniseries that I love dearly from the 90s - it features a character named Wolf who is the love interest. No one who's been following me for any length of time would be surprised to discover that I had a massive childhood crush on this man lmfao definitely formative media for me ✨)

Jason is a knight of the realm (who wears a red riding hood ;) ) and his adoptive father Bruce holds a wooded country estate. Sent to war (and presumed dead (!)), Jason hasn't been home in years. He's coming home now, ahead of official correspondence correcting this misconception.

Along the way to Wayne Manor he stops to hunt, but that movement in the bushes wasn't prey; he accidentally grazes a lone wolf. And the wolf isn't very happy about that.

Reminder that this is fairy tale universe; the wolf's cheeks are ruddy, his thick black hair hangs in his pale blue eyes. He's a beautiful creature - but Jason knows better than to let his guard down. Wolves are clever, and that makes them dangerous. They're untrustworthy, and liable to bite. (Enormous prejudice against wolves in fairy tale land that will be unpacked later ;) )

This is, naturally, one big misunderstanding - the wolf thinks Jason attacked him on purpose and lashes out, and Jason's not about to sit back and let a wolf kill him. They get into a scuffle (riddled with banter and sexual tension of course) that only ends when Jason has him pinned to the forest floor with a blade against his throat-- but he hesitates to kill him.

As they catch their breath, they realize their errors, and Jason gets a name out of him. Delivered with no small amount of sass.

“My, Tim, what a big mouth you have,” Jason says dryly. “Don’t make me say it,” the wolf, whose name is apparently Tim, groans. But his pale eyes flash yellow as they flicker down the length of Jason’s body to the place their hips have met, his pink tongue swiping out to wet his lip. Jason catches sight of a sharp white fang, and abruptly his breeches feel tighter across the front. “But it’s right there,” Jason says absently, leaning in closer almost against his will. He doesn’t mean for his knife to break skin, but Tim’s throat bobs against the edge as he swallows, calling up a thin red line. Jason can feel the rush of his breath, soft across his own chin. He watches, fascinated, as the black swallows the blue of Tim’s eyes. “Fine, Sir Red-Riding-Hood. The better to taste you with, you brute,” he murmurs, and Jason closes the gap between them.

After, they part ways, both satisfied with the encounter and with the happy memories they'll be keeping for long nights ahead. ;)

Jason advises Tim not to sneak about in these woods if he can help it; he'd hate it if Tim were reduced to nothing more than a pelt adorning some hunter's wall. Tim teases back that Jason himself might prefer that honor, then melts back into the shadowed boughs of the forest. Goddamn.

aw, a happy ending! Right?

When Jason gets home, shocking Bruce and Alfred with his arrival (and the whole 'not dead' thing) (i'm still waffling on whether Jason knew about his presumed death lmao) Jason himself is shocked to discover that the son of their tragically departed neighbors the next county over, who has been staying with Bruce and Alfred for most of the years since Jason's departure, is none other than Tim. The wolf Jason just said his farewells to yesterday in the woods.

Cue the rest of the fic.

A discord message I sent to a friend when I was explaining Jason and Tim's feelings about this mutual revelation of their identities:

Jason, pulling Tim aside and whispering harshly: what do you think you're doing here, do they know you're a wolf, what are your intentions did you think to replace me-- Tim, whispering equally harshly: I swear I had no idea who you were, but youve been gone for years you have NO idea what it's been like while you were away, so don't you DARE-- Jason: I was AT WAR-- Tim: AND I THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE, HOWEVER--

Obviously, they fall in love.

(For the trick or treat ask game! Send me a trick or treat ask and I'll share jaytim WIP snippets, or new 3-sentence -paragraph fics, etc :^) through the 31st!)

[asliceofzosan]

little thing that's been on the brain lately is zosan idol au BUT it starts off as them meeting in a competition reality show to become idols.

sanji was actually in a group that flopped and he joined this competition for one last chance to prove that he's worthy of being an idol. he's good at this. one failed group can't define his career forever.

zoro has been a trainee for ten years and has never been picked to debut by his company. so he left that company and joined as an independent trainee with the fire in his eyes and an 'i will win no matter' what attitude.

two nineteen year olds ready and willing to do whatever it takes to debut, butting heads all the time in front of AND behind the cameras, and the audience EATS IT RIGHT UP. production doesnt have to do jack shit to provoke drama between them because it just HAPPENS so naturally and instinctively for them. ironically enough, zoro and sanji are the least edited among the trainees. their raw emotions and tenacity at wanting to become idols is better than whatever storyline the directors could come up with.

zoro's known more as a rapper but he shocks everyone during the position evaluation part of the show where he chose VOCALS and lo and behold... he and sanji chose the same fucking song. sanji was like 'theres no WAY that stupid marimo will choose a ballad love song haha i am Free i wont see his dumb face—wHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN ZORO CHOSE THE LOVE SONG????'

[ikol-art]

Usual disclaimer that I'm not a writer, I just have ideas, you're not getting any fics from me but feel free to write your own and steal my ideas (pls tag me so I can read them)

Now I'm a sucker for time travel fics and I love all the ones about Zuko going back in time and making better decisions.. but I can't stop thinking about a time travel scenario where both Zuko and Aang die in their final battles and the spirits send them both back in time.

The ones I read usually have the whole gaang with their memories if they both die, but what if in this case, it's just Aang and Zuko. And they get sent back to the time Zuko kidnapped him in that blizzard. Because imagine being Katara and Sokka, looking for Aang because he was just taken by their current most annoying enemy right before a huge battle and when they find him he's.. besties with Zuko? Who now treats him like a younger brother? And Aang can firebend now? WHAT happened in that cave?

(Bonus points if they look like their s3 selves, either freezing in those outfits or just being older in their s1 outfits. The water siblings are gonna freak out over Zuko growing a full head of hair in 10 minutes regardless)

[butnobodycame627]

k sorry I'm normal 😬👍

[crehador]

modern au samaichi, family restaurant waiter samatoki who is just so pretty that ichiro practically starts drooling as soon as he sits down for reasons completely unrelated to the food. ichiro is a big eater but the first time he sees samatoki he just keeps ordering more and more and more to see samatoki again and again and again

it's way more than he can eat but ichiro isn't about to waste food either so he eats until he has to run out of there without even trying to talk to samatoki (ichiro, much much later, when samatoki asks why he rushed out so fast the first time they met: i frew up umu)

the next time ichiro visits he orders a much more reasonable amount of food, but still sees samatoki plenty. the restaurant's started to use some of those cutesy robot waiters alongside their human staff, but samatoki's always the one to take ichiro's order and bring ichiro his food

eventually, after several more visits, ichiro works up the nerve to leave samatoki his number and thank fuck he does because samatoki is fired the very next day for repeatedly shoving his robot colleagues into supply closets so that they're always mysteriously out of commission when it's time to deliver an order to ichiro's table

[darklight-owl]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Layton Kyouju Series | Professor Layton Series Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Dimitri Allen & Claire, Claire & Clive (Professor Layton), Dimitri Allen & Clive Characters: Dimitri Allen, Claire (Professor Layton), Clive (Professor Layton) Additional Tags: no beta we die like... well you know, Angst, Layton Big Bang, Damn this is my first time posting to AO3 idk how to tag things help, Oh well you get the point it's the 'i give Claire more development because Level 5 won't' fic, One Shot Summary:

When Claire is transported into the future and finds out about the explosion and the many deaths including her own, she begins to wonder if saving herself when so many others have died is truly the right thing to do. But no matter what she says, Dimitri won't stop until she's saved.

(My fic for @proflaytonbigbang !!! so happy to finally be sharing this!!!)

[minnesota-fats]

This is for my fic Tearing of Heartstrings that is on chapter 10 rn!

Go read it if you are interested!

[redkissesandhearts]

The Sulfur Apprentice Follow-up - Pocketcat's Love, Ending B

This is an alternate ending to The Sulfur Apprentice (see previous posts!) In which Per'kele offers Da'an a proposition, which he denies. He is brutalized, losing an arm and a leg in the process. Per'kele is in the middle of fucking him when he is interrupted by a very angry Pocketcat....

Da'an has breasts and is on testosterone. Kinks include kidnapping, "yandere?", mind-breaking, non-con, amputation, size-difference, cock-warming, and forced impregnation.

Theme song = My Plaything by Mr. Strange.

(For previous scene, see the post linked in notes)

Per’kele groaned, feeling himself brought to the edge, despite himself. Da’an was just so delicious, so beneath him. He had to take the man for himself before-

“What are you doing?!” A loud growl snapped him out of his debauchery.

Per’kele cursed. That damnable servant of Rher had materialized in front of him, much earlier than he had expected. He was supposed to have some time to play with Da’an first, make him suffer enough to allow Pocketcat to possess him if he didn’t accept Per’kele’s deal.

Why was the cat interrupting before Da’an was properly broken?

Pocketcat was a towering, twisted presence, barely more than a purple monster in the vague shape of a cat. His yellow eyes glowed dangerously, twisting from his current body into the true spirit that he was.

Per’kele did not understand why the ancient being still served Rher when the god was obsolete. But he did know that Pocketcat was a fierce, unkillable presence. Even if he destroyed the body that the creature inhabited, it would find another, and another, until the end of time.

With another curse, Per’kele pulled out of Da’an and took a step away.

The purple spirit twisted back into the shape of a cat, no longer as large as a building. Pocketcat was now a towering seven-foot tall creature, having moon-scorched the current body into one more befitting of his presence. He still dripped saliva onto his fancy clothing, although he was capable of resembling a human-like gentleman if he chose. He didn’t seem to be in a good mood, however.

Per’kele glared at Pocketcat, who glared back at him.

“How could you violate sweet Da’an in this way?” He demanded, with surprising conviction.

“I was just leaving,” Per’kele said, draping his wings around himself. “Go play with your toy, you vile demon.”

Da’an lifted his head from the blood, struggling to clear his head. He was immediately paralyzed by fear, seeing a newer, more terrifying demon towering above him.

Pocketcat crouched in front of him, shaking his head with pity.

“Oh dear, you’ve been quite mangled, haven’t you? I would have liked to play with you first. There’s no fun in a toy that has already been torn apart.”

Da’an shifted away from him, but Pocketcat easily grabbed him by the remaining arm, still shaking his head.

“G-Get away from me-”

“Oh shush. You hurt me, you know. If it weren’t for me you would be strewn across the tower by now. It is cruel to toy with a gentleman’s feelings.” Was he pouting?

Da’an struggled to breathe. “Please let me go. I’m not going to give in,” He said, with conviction. He was never going to give in to the hunger that nearly paralyzed him. He was never going to allow this creature to possess him – and quite frankly, he didn’t understand why it even wanted to in the first place.

Pocketcat looked insulted. “Dear Da’an, old sport, I fear you’ve got the wrong idea of me. This is likely my fault, I tend to come on too… strong.”

His free hand was deep inside his pocket, moving shamelessly throughout the conversation. Da’an’s eye was stuck on the shape, barely comprehending how large Pocketcat was.

“No, I’ve been doing some thinking, and I think that I would prefer for us to remain friends.” Pocketcat said, smiling, in his jovial manner. As though Da’an were not bleeding out beneath him, with his pants around his ankles from Per’kele’s violation.

“Friends?” He choked.

“Yes! Friends, companions. Lovers,” Pocketcat sighed, dreamily. “Fellow gentlemen in the sweetest bond. I originally sought after you as a perfect host, touched by Sylvian and bearing her… mark.”

He felt a spark of fear, knowing that the demon meant his womb tattoo – Sylvian’s mark. A magical sigil that could not be removed, that he had blocked with his own magic during his past dealings. If he were not blocking the sigil, he would instantly be impregnated by anyone who came inside, blessed with Sylvian’s love.

“Yes, it would have been perfect for me, since I have a… quest, you see. I could carry out the quest myself.” Pocketcat looked thoughtful. “But I decided that perhaps it would be more fun to have you as a companion to bear the fruit for me, so to speak. I can find other bodies,” He pulled Da’an closer to him, bright eyed and salivating. “But this way we can keep having fun together, can’t we?”

“No-” Da’an stammered, feeling more terrified than he ever had felt before. “Please-”

“Shush,” Pocketcat purred. “You’re a pitiful sight right now, I’m sorry to say. We’ll need to take you home and clean you up, yes, yes. That is the proper thing to do.”

His salivating was growing more intense, dripping onto Da’an’s shoulder like a wild beast. The form was undulating, as the demon struggled to keep himself in the shape of a humanoid cat.

“Yes,” Pocketcat repeated to himself. His claws dug into Da’an’s arm, making him cry out. “Yes… It is the proper thing.”

But his eyes betrayed his true intentions.

Da’an knew the exact moment when the creature gave in and snapped. He pushed Da’an to the ground, flipping him onto his stomach and hoisting his ass into the air.

“No!” Da’an cried, “Please, Pocketcat!”

“I always wanted to lie with you under the moonlight, sweet Da’an,” Pocketcat sighed, his voice vibrating strangely, eerily. “But you’ve been such a tease for all these years.”

“Please-” Da’an shook with terror, feeling Pocketcat’s overwhelmingly huge erection spring free of his overly tight pants and press against him.

Pocketcat shuddered with a low purr at the warmth of Da’an’s cunt against his head. He pushed the tip inside, digging his claws into Da’ans thick, decadent thighs.

Da’an felt new terror at the sensation. Pocketcat was huge. He was going to be torn apart.

“Ohh,” Pocketcat groaned, throbbing with desperation. He was such a vile gentleman, yes he was. Such a raunchy beast, to violate another man in this way, in the fresh breeze. He wondered if they were visible atop the tower, or if it was too far away. He hoped that they were – that both Per’kele and Rher were watching Da’an being made his.

Such a spectacle, he purred, internally. Oh how joyous it was to give in.

And Da’an would learn this, in time. He wouldn’t have a choice.

Pocketcat thrust, managing to force half of his length into Da’an in one movement. The man shrieked, struggling uselessly beneath him. It was nice of Per’kele to clip his wings, Pocketcat thought. Easier this way, although that was Pocketcat’s favorite part.

He wished that he could have seen the agony in Da’an’s eyes as he relieved him of his arm and leg.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Da’an cried. “You aren’t going to fit- I can’t take anymore-”

“Oh hush,” Pocketcat purred, staring down at him. “You can take all of me, darling. You underestimate yourself.”

Da’an felt stretched beyond belief, as Pocketcat continued thrusting, forcing himself further into the man, inch by inch, until he was finally fully nestled inside. Warm and snug, just where he wanted to be.

He didn’t move, savoring the feeling. Savoring Da’an’s terrified little gasps, and the restrained moans of being utterly stuffed. Oh, he felt truly at home like this. Like this is how everything was always meant to be.

“See, old sport? How much nicer it is to give in?”

Da’an just sobbed, overwhelmed by the sensation. Overwhelmed by him, his obvious love. Pocketcat felt overwhelmed by love as well, by the powerful bond that they clearly shared.

He ran his paw over Da’an’s mark of Sylvian, the womb tattoo that nestled above his wondrous entrance. One claw pricked his delicate skin, drawing a line of blood.

He was going to do this later, in a more fitting location, but wasn’t this fitting enough? Under the moonlight, how romantic!

Pocketcat couldn’t hold himself back anymore. He gripped Da’an harshly, not allowing him to even begin to struggle. The cockwarming was over, he began thrusting anew, pulling out and slamming his entire length into Da’an repeatedly. Da’an’s eye rolled up into his head, gasping and moaning despite himself.

He was losing himself, just as Pocketcat knew that he would.

“Good boy,” He purred, throbbing at the words. “Such a good boy. You were built for this, Sylvian did such a wonderful job.”

Da’an’s mind was completely white, he couldn’t feel anything anymore except pleasure. Even the pain of his severed limbs felt joyous when they rubbed against the tower with each thrust. Finally everything was right, the pain of Elise and his murdered comrades, they faded away. There was just him and Pocketcat’s overwhelming love.

Pocketcat sheathed himself fully, until his tip was firmly planted against Da’an’s cervix. And he came inside Da’an with a loud moan that echoed across the empty sky.

Da’an shuddered under him, giving in to his own overwhelming surge of pleasure. The Sylvian tattoo glowed, and Pocketcat was elated to know that the deed was done. Da’an was filled with more than just his love now.

When Da’an finally came back to himself, he shook with terror, so vividly that Pocketcat had to hold him still.

“Don’t worry, darling,” He said, gathering the man into his arms. “You’ll get used to my love in time.”

Would he? Da’an wondered. Was there any escape from this love?

No, he knew, with a heavy heart. Now that he was marked by the demon, it would be able to track him to the ends of the earth.

He didn’t know what it wanted with his spawn. If it was doing Rher’s bidding, if it was sowing its own seed across the earth in a strange spread of power. If Pocketcat was going to eat them, or if he truly wanted to keep Da’an as a mockery of a mate, raising kits with him as though his love was actually genuine. He didn’t know which of the options was worse.

Eventually, he would find out the answer to that question.

Pocketcat ushered him home, to his strange dwelling. It was filled with horrific paintings of religious figures in various states of ecstasy and agony. Various torture devices lay strewn across the floor, like decoration. He had a set of chains in the corner that Da’an eyed with terror, but Pocketcat placed him into the bed instead.

“Now I’m going to fix you up, as promised,” Pocketcat purred. He had shrunk himself to fit inside the room, but he was still quite overwhelming. Before he left, he patted Da’an’s stomach with a leering smile.

Da’an desperately stared at the door, but the agony of what he experienced lulled him into exhaustion.

Despite his best attempts, he found his body giving in to the sweet embrace of darkness.

Before he fully disappeared, however, he felt the nestling of arms around him. A figure with a dark presence, cuddling him to its chest.

Just another doll in the oddly filled room.

[jessamine-rose]

So I recently read this tweet and aaaaaahhh :’>

Note to self:: If I ever write more for Yandere! Pierro x Savior! Darling, I’m quoting that tweet bc it feels so on-brand for his darling~

[jessicas-pi]

I conducted a vote on which fic snippet to share, and you chose the shipfic I'm writing out of spite!

(Sooo, just for a little context: this is from a short fic set in the same setting as my main Medieval AU, but not in the same universe/continuity as my main Medieval AU. Kinda like what SW Legends is to canon, yknow?)

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“I’m the PRINCESSSSS!”

Ahsoka’s flailing arm nearly hit Rex in the face, but he dodged, and caught her around the middle, stopping her tipsy swaying. “Yes, Your Highness, we know.”

She threw an arm around his neck and squished her cheek against his pauldron. “I’m prettyyyyy.”

“If you insist, Princess.”

“Do you think I’m pretty?”

She swerved wildly, and he redirected her. “It would be unseemly for me to answer that, Princess.”

“Seemly. Seeeeeemly. Stupid Seemley Ress,” she said, slurring his name, then trying to correct herself. “Stupid Seemly Ress. Resss. Ressss! My tongue’sss not workin’, Ress!”

“So I hear.”

“I’m pretty. And I’m strong.”

“As everyone knows.”

“And I’m tall!”

“Acknowledged.”

“And I’m orange!”

“Correct.”

“AND I’m… I’mma walk on my own now!”

She shoved him away and took two wobbly steps forward before he had to catch her again.

“I can do it!” she whined. “I’m a lady. I’m twen’ny yearssss ol’. I can walk!”

She very clearly could not, so with a sigh, Rex bent over and lifted her completely, carrying her down the hallway. “All due respect, ladies do not get sloshed at formal dinners.”

“Isss no’ my fault,” she muttered. “Issstupid Korkie’s fault.”

“Right,” Rex said, ignoring her and the looks he was getting. Mostly sympathetic ones; everyone knew the Princess was trouble and was used to her getting into worse predicaments than this.

“Korkie says you liiiiike me,” she continued, singsongy. “He says you’re—you’re not sssaying an’thin ‘bout it cause of, uh. Uhhhhh. Clones! People don’t like you. Stupid people don’t. Good people do. Korkie says I like you.”

“That would be surprising, considering the amount of complaining you do whenever I’m around,” Rex deadpanned.