#literally stop doing this you've got requests pending

[goodnightmina]

the most self indulgent fic idea of the day

Deus Ex: Human Revolution recast with RE4R characters

sigh

here's the thing. I love a man who feels dehumanized. the classic fucking cliche of ohh he has to be a hero but he has so many tortured, angsty feelings! we know. I'm exhausted by how boring I am as well. but, I am who I am.

long ass ramble below, there are a ton of parallels that make this surprisingly writable imo:

Leon -- especially "I was 'asked' to join a top-secret government program. Not that I had a choice"-ass RE4R Leon-- really leans into that. when the devs needs to write someone who's conflicted about the whole thing, they love to call that floppy haired emo bitch to the stand.

Why not go all the way with it? Leon's conscripted in canon. He slots right in for the Adam "I never asked for this" Jensen role. Take the metaphor to the fullest extent by literally making him a weapon-- yoink those arms right off and replace em with cybernetic blade arms that are too strong for gentle, intimate physical touch.

I think the plot would have to be blended-- for it to be properly self-indulgent, you know I need that eagleone in there. Ashley doesn't fit a super great role of any existing DXHR characters. Maybe Megan, as Adam's literal (ex) girlfriend but then I don't get my romantic fluff. Even though that is probably a more nuanced, less cliched romance than Leon and Ashley's knight and princess trope. (I love a cliched loyal, stoic bodyguard and charge who loves their big scary dog moment though. So.....call me cliched.)

I like Ashley Sarif (she'd go by her mother's maiden name, Graham, in the fic. Most likely, anyway.) as the President (of the Company)'s daughter-- still get that conflicted I want to...but I shouldn't...unless? angst between them that way. (but then that begs the question of how she gets involved in the plot. all the kidnapping in DXHR happens off screen, and then there's no eagleone developing)

Alternatively, Ashley is Malik, but then she gets less screen time and adventuring together for the relationship, and it's really more of a coworkers who spend so much time traveling together that something blossoms.

Luis I want to fill the Pritchard role. Less catty, but the homoerotic subtext remains alive. (As would he, if he stayed on the phone!) I think really, Hunnigan should fill this role as the mission coordinator/voice in ear. She really fits better. But then instead of sardonic banter, we mostly get Ingrid being professional, and that's less fun.

If Luis doesn't get a call back from the Pritchard audition, the natural role for him is Malik, in terms of plot position I'd like (bantering with Leon-Adam, kinda teasing him, but they're friends. who also have some sexual tension according to me and three other fanfic writers) or in terms of who he actually is as a character, Luis as Megan makes a lot of sense. Guilty scientist with questionable past...

Ada is also a great fit for Megan-- she has some affection for Leon-Adam, but was also more than willing to exploit him, morally gray, ex GF. working for the bad guys, or is she? Alternatively, Ada as Eliza makes sense- she works for the bad guys, but she wants to help Leon despite it. doesn't give Ada enough intrigue or agency to really stretch her legs as a character though.

krauser: namir. meant as a dark foil to the lead. "Men like us, we never get back the things we love." - there's an acknowledgement of kinship, that, while very different from Krauser's, is a parallel between the two. I think it fits.

mendez - Barrett. brute force miniboss. character doesn't really fit iirc, but ,,, so it goes.

which makes Salazar fedorova: honestly, I didn't think it'd fit at first, given her propensity for illusion and stealth, but she does also jump around like a bug. they fit in terms of gameplay mechanic and hardly at all as characters. she never talks, he won't shut the fuck up

saddler is probably Zhao (the fucking byzantine nature of deus ex lore means there's probably at least three other roles he could fill in this game). the whole biochip control thing is a good parallel for the plaga. he's more of a true believer and victim to the forces he's trying to control, but if we're dumbing down the DXHR plot and it's intricacies to make it fit the RE4R mashup better, maybe there's less machiavellian scheming

the plot would probably be somewhere in between the sweeping conspiracy that DX lends itself to and RE4's more classic knight saves princess tale, were I to write it out. Not that Resident Evil as a lore base doesn't lend itself to labyrinthine conspiracy (Umbrella - Gov't ties, Tricell/Wilson from ID, whatever was happening in Degeneration, whatever Ada's always up to, and so on) but I as a person and writer don't have the patience to plot and scheme it all out myself. so it'd probably be a simplified version of the DXHR plot with more focus on self indulgent eagleone

shit. am I going to write this though?

sigh

that's eighty one drafts in progress...but yes. i will probably write this to about 20k words and give up.

[just-some-random-blogger]

A Goth & An Emo Walk Into a Room

Dream of the Endless x Wayne!Reader, Bruce Wayne & Sister!Reader

Summary: "He's literally an anthropomorphic personification of dreams," Bruce says, making me roll my eyes. I place my hands on my hips as he continues, "the attraction you feel to him is just-" "It's literally just a coffee date!"

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: Fem!reader, overprotective older brother!Bruce, THERE IS NO INCEST IN THIS FIC I WILL CHOP YOUR FINGERS OFF, i said this would be short idk why i did this to myself, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: i'm in a goth/emo bf brain rot and i thought of this last night so i had to write it. ALSO I WANNA SAY I HAVE 3 REQUESTS PENDING BUT DW I WILL GET BACK TO YOU MKAY I LOVE YOU Part 2 ig??? "Vengeance & Nightmares"

Alfred stops what he is doing and heads for the entrance the moment he hears the doorbell buzz. The moment he opens the door, one thing is very apparent to him.

"Lord Morpheus," the old butler with white hair greets, nodding.

Alfred takes in his attire, the long trench coat that reaches his ankles and the shiny, black, heeled, leather dress shoes that were barely visible because of it. He takes in his dark hair, wild and unkempt, the darkness of his water line that makes his blue eyes more teary than it already is. He takes in his black leather pants and black cotton shirt, and its stark contrast to the bouquet of wildflowers and peonies in his grip.

He was exactly like his master Bruce.

"Alfred," the King of Dreams regards with his deep voice that vibrates in the butler's thorax.

The said man sidesteps and motions, "the young masters have been despairing over the dress that our dearest-"

"DREAM!" I call from the top of the curved staircase. I grin breathlessly as I tighten my grip on my silken robe and run down the steps and rush towards them.

I release a breath as I make my way between Alfred and my date, eyes falling to the flowers in his grips.

"Are those for me?" I ask, painted lips curving in endearment.

"They are indeed," Dream's stoic face barely softens as he hands me the flora.

I release a chuckle and accept them gratefully, "you've been taking my pointers to heart, it seems."

"I have," he responds, lips curving, though not nearly as much as mine.

I inhale deeply the fragrance of my flowers before releasing a chuckle, "well they're beautiful, Dream. Thank you."

"You are welcome."

"Might I suggest that the lord wait for his date in the parlour while I prepare him some tea?" Alfred says, turning from me to Dream.

I release a huff and pull the flowers away from me, "I swear I was nearly ready but then Bruce ripped my dress, and I tackled him, and because of that I had to redo my makeup, but then he became five and hid my highlighter, then I heard the door, and I had to make sure to got here before-"

"It is quite alright," Dream mutters airily, brows knit slightly, "I do not think waiting for you to finish dressing will wear my patience at all."

I chuckle, pursing my lips in a soft smile, "still. I did say 12 o'clock."

He shakes his head, "Cast away your worries. I will wait as long as necessary."

"I will wait as long as necessary," Bruce echoes when I make it back into my room.

I roll my eyes at him and shove him, "stop being insufferable, you sewer rat."

Bruce raises his brows as he reels back at my violence, "you look like a sewer rat."

"Oh, thank you," I coo, going to my walk in closet, "I really tried my best," make my way behind the folding screen, "but you make it look effortless, babe."

Bruce scoffs as he plops on the bed, lying down on the cushion, "you've clearly never seen a rat, nor a sewer, seeing how disconnected you are with reality from the view up on your high horse."

I release a long string of chuckles, "what do you mean? I'm literally related to a sewer rat; how could I not know its filth?"

Just as Bruce props on his elbows, I changed into my backup dress and throw my robe at him.

He pulls the fabric blocking his vision and watches me as I make my way to my vanity and press two pumps of perfume on both sides of my neck.

He examines the green dress on my body, snorting at the drop back and the slit, "if he so much as even breathes the wrong way around you-"

"Bruce," I roll my eyes.

"I'm serious," he blurts, quick to stand on his feet, "I don't care what he is, I will destroy him."

I press my lips into a thin line and look up at his darkened expression. I smooth the fabric on his shoulders then pat his cheek, "okay, Batman."

Bruce is hot on my trail as I head out and make my way down to the parlour, putting on my pumps along the way.

"He's literally an anthropomorphic personification of dreams," Bruce says, making me roll my eyes. I place my hands on my hips as he continues, "the attraction you feel to him is just-"

"It's literally just a coffee date!" I quip, grabbing onto his arm as I struggle putting on my shoes.

Bruce catches me, knitting his brows, "tell him that," he is exasperated when he adds, "the man literally proposed to you when you met."

"He's a literal endless being; our mortal concepts are merely quaint suggestions for him," I say, suddenly thinking, "do I have lipstick on my teeth?"

He makes a face as I bare my teeth at him, "no, just spinach from last night."

"Ha," I pull away from him, "you honestly think between the two of us, you have better dental care?" I walk away again, "your front two teeth are literally fake."

"Your whole personality is fake," he quips, walking by my side.

I scoff, "come on," I take his arm once we make our way down the stairs, "your elderly is showing. Your roasts are getting so lame."

"That's because hang around you all day."

"Pssh."

"Or should I say I worry about how you constantly insist on getting yourself into exceptionally venturesome situations," Bruce turns down to me with a hard look.

"I'm literally the best thing in your life, don't even," I snort, I shoot him a similar look, "you'd literally be twice as lame without me. And that's apart from the fact you'd have turned the entire estate into a cave of darkness."

"Hmm, as opposed all your rackety house parties?" He sighs, "sounds like bliss to me."

Once we are two steps away from reaching the floor, I shove Bruce off me. Of course, he does not fall and lands on his feet with a jump, then shoots a look of daggers at me.

I faux gasp and place a hand over my lips, "oops, sorry chummy."

I push back my hair as I make my way to my date.

The moment he feels my presence, Dream turns to me and rises from his seat. He meets me halfway as I walk over to him. Once I am in front of him, I raise my hands and tilt my head, "so, what do you think? Good enough?"

He holds his hand out for me and I take it, "you put all others to shame with your radiance."

I cannot withhold my giggle as he kisses the back of my hand.

Dream pulls away when he hears the annoying cough behind me.

I huff as I hear my brother speak, "Dream."

Bruce makes his way to my side as Dream nods, "Bruce."

"Take care of my baby sister," he says dryly.

I roll my eyes at him, "I'm literally 2 years younger than you."

"That already goes without saying, but I assure you," Dream turns to me, "she will be under my constant protection."

"And can you protect her from yourself?" Bruce snips.

I sigh and grab onto his stiff arms, "alright, that's enough," I push him away, "go listen to My Chemical Romance of something."

Bruce does not listen to MCR at all, and only eyes us from the corner of the room as we make it to the door.

How funny. Reminds you of anyone?

Dream is unfazed as he stands outside the open entrance, still as the wind catches his coat.

Alfred helps me wear my coat.

"I do admit, your brother's dislike is ironic," Alfred notes as he pushes my coat up my shoulders, "when they are clearly cut from the same black, brooding cloth."

"Exactly!" I chuckle, spinning to look at him, "I'm thinking it's because he wants to be the only black sheep around."

Alfred measures my words before speaking as he hums, "then it appears you must like the King of Dreams very much."

I involuntarily chuckle, feeling as though I was caught, "it's just coffee, Alfred."

He hums once more as he nods, "very well then, miss."

Dream turns to me, then to his hand that I take in mine once I am beside him.

I release a breath, "I really like holding hands when I walk with people. Will that be a problem?"

"Certainly not," Dream mutters, his relaxed hand firmly grips mine.