#might write it

[lena-thinks-too-much]

TimBern but they lokey have Sherlock and Watson energy except they're both unhinged.

Like an au where Tim doesn't become Robin but still ends up in Louis E Grieve and the two of them decide they're gonna figure out Batman and it's literally just crack with a side of casefic

Darla gets dragged along for the ride and the next thing they know Tim's getting adopted by Batman

[erromon]

I have no idea if I’ll continue this but meh.

She glares up at him, dark eyes flashing, and already he can hear the righteous thunder that’s pounding in her veins, a melody composed of neon orange skies and broken lullabies. She’s not frightened, oh no; she’s furious, and it’s a familiar rage, one that’s written in every scar painted on his own skin.

He yanks her up by the hair, the strands twisting and snarling through his fingers, too soft and delicate to be anything real in this world. She’s lived in her pristine little tomb filled with hopes and dreams and bullshit and lies, but this? Well sweetheart, this anger is real.

Cooper Howard would tell her to run away, as fast as her damn legs could carry her; the Ghoul simply grins down at her, his lips crooking up to the side in a familiar fashion, welcoming the challenge.

His little killer.

[isacksteban]

ok but i need an oscar piastri-leclerc fic where he isnt a leclerc because charles adopted him but because he married arthur and cha is covering for them

[fullsaw]

Conjouring a Mouthwashing AU where Curly was actually proactive and managed to shove Jimmy into a cryopod and trap him there and he gets arrested back on earth and everything is alright and they all live happily ever after

[magicalscrewup]

There’s no good doctor ratio whump fics. I’m so close to just sitting down and writing one myself

[bimaddieshan]

ohhhhh thinking about ken's bee/wasp allergy

what if the first time he got stung in front of colt, and he didn't have his epi pen???

[demonicseries]

no one knows about the secret epilogue that lives in my head

[marvelousazula]

The only het relationship I accept Azula in is one where she's Firelord but non-Fire Nation people aren't aware that the Firelord is the leader and Firelady is their spouse, no matter the gender.

So people are just confused when everyone keeps calling this burly, grown ass man Firelady. Because like "sure, whatever, go off queen I guess?"

[blackbloodedisabel]

went off the rails and came up with several ideas for a dr who season

[kleiner-ghost]

I kinda have this idea, not sure if I'm gonna write it one day, about a "bad ending" Fallout 4 setting where Nora woke up, joined the institute, and the Commonwealth became a worse place.

As in, Cait is still stuck at the combat zone, Nick never got freed from that metro station, Preston in left for dead in the Feedom Museum, Hancock went to deal with that cannibal dude and got taken prisoner, Deacon barley got out of the railroad HQ and is licking his wounds somewhere, ...

You get the gist.

And you throw a naive happy go lucky protagonist a la Lucy into all of this, and you have yourself the perfect hurt/comfort fix fic (except you were the one to break everything to beguin with).

[troblsomtwins829]

Now and then, when I close my eyes, when I feel the need to ask my mind for silence, it appears. There in the distance, at the peak of the city it sits. That glowing white light. Euphoria haunts me. It sits and waits with arms wide open It yearns and invites me closer, to join it in an embrace It visits me in my quietest moments, when no other thoughts are present but it does not beckon. It does not clasp or call or harken It does not pull me into its waiting arms Because I have been in them before. And I shan't not again. Not for any cruelty it beguiles, nor any unkindness In truth, it is kindness itself. Warm and willing and always waiting. Providing freely, for those who wish it. And I shan't join those arms again. For in that unbroken kindness I find myself longing for the sorrows I had left behind. Because it was in those sorrows, in those struggles, that my happiness grew ever brighter. And I felt this joy, this euphoria, so freely given, was hardly earned. And so I left it. Returned to the joy that takes effort to find and to build. Suffering the sorrows and the plights between, Relishing the brightest moments, though fewer and farther. My kindness found among kindness. Joy amongst Joy. And yet. And yet. Euphoria waits. Arms wide open, a light upon the hill, a promise of unending, immeasurable kindness freely given. Never prying, never calling, only waiting And I wonder…Will I ever visit? Will I ever leave? Euphoria haunts me. That glowing white light. There in the distance, at the peak of the city it sits. Now and then, when I close my eyes, when I feel the need to ask my mind for silence, it appears.

[bebx]

canon means nothing when I can shelter my blorbo and keep him alive through the power of archive of our own

[sw33tsummerchild]

I wanna write a one shot about this now ngl💀

reader coming home to find Remmick had gotten secondhand drunk off someone’s blood, he’s butt naked and just stares at them like

hi

[falseficus]

everybody’s always on writing prompts like “what if there was a world where everyone had a timer ticking down to their death… but you met someone whose timer said infinity!” or “what if everyone had their cause of death tattooed across their forehead… but you met someone whose forehead said THE CREATURE!” Enough -

enough. stop with the shock value. there is no need to insert THE CREATURE; the benign concept of such a world is horrifying enough. not even in urgency, but just in banal, everyday interaction. imagine you meet someone and their timer says two years. not tomorrow, not urgently soon, but two years. enough to do quite a lot. they could fall in love in that time - could they get engaged? have a baby? you might otherwise get to know them, befriend them, but perhaps you opt not to, make a conscious choice not to invest in your own grief. what balancing act would every individual person have to participate in - I have ten years, is that long enough to be a good mother to children? is that long enough to secure a caretaker for my own mother? my wife will die a few months before me. my newborn’s timer reads nineteen years.

and cause of death. you interview for a job and emblazoned across the healthy, smiling face of the HR lady is MALNUTRITION. your country is prospering, safe, but every person you meet on the street from the babies to the old women read BOMB. BOMB. what kind of havoc would fate wreak on the world? what about the loss of privacy? how would that shape our notions of hope? idk man I think a lot of those ancient poems were right, and the fates are monsters. I’m interested by the framing of these ideas as trite horror tales when the premises themselves are so much more disturbing if simply taken to their logical ends

[frankierotwinkdeath]

Y’all want Taylor Swift to be gay so bad but you won’t even write femslash about her

[orphicmeliora]

Imagine handing divorce papers to your arranged marriage husband Zayne because the past 3 years of this marriage have been nothing but a farce and you're tired of chasing scraps of affection from a husband who's almost never home.

You leave the documents (signed from your end) in his office at Akso and skip on your way home, treat yourself to a luxury dinner, self care, a good soak in the bath all while humming under your breath. You go to bed, relieved that you'll be a free woman by the end of the week.

Except Zayne shows up in the middle of night still in his hospital scrubs kneeling by your bed (the first time he's entered your bedroom in a long while)

He clutches your hands in a death grip, tears in his eyes, begging you, "please don't leave me."