#plagued by story ideas

[aj-the-satyr]

The Bird and The Bull

Galvir froze and reached for the knife in his belt at the rustle of clothing in the dark. No one was supposed to know this place existed, but something stayed his hand and instead he gestured towards where he knew a lantern was hanging. There was a gasp as the room filled with a soft blue glow and Galvir beheld who had discovered his hidden room

“Y-your majesty.”

She smiled awkwardly. “My apologies for waiting here in the dark but I couldn’t figure out how to light that thing.”

“Only I can, your majesty. You are lucky I chose light over my blade.” He tapped the hilt of the knife.

“At least then I would be with Evangeline.” She sighed.

Galvir frowned. “That explains your visit. You are not convinced by the findings of the watch.”

“No.” She shook her head. “The watch couldn’t find its arse with both hands.”

Galvir smiled at the ease the Queen spoke with in his presence. “We should stop meeting like this, people will talk.”

“Really? I paid a scullery maid to follow you for two weeks until I discovered this place. I want our talk to be as private as possible.” “You suspect the King?”

A short, harsh laugh. “No. He is content with his hunts and his feasts. It is the court I do not trust.”

“And our meeting would be noted.” Galvir rubbed his chin. “So tell me, your majesty, what can this humble poet do for thee?”

“Humble poet is it now? I thought I had successfully tracked the spymaster to the crown.”

“Poetry is an art that requires much information.” He smiled.

“Is that so? Then, poet, tell me what do you think of what the Watch concluded?”

“That they were led around like a dog searching for scraps. They are content to deal with drunks, thieves and hooligans than the machinations of those in power.”

She sighed. “I want those responsible held accountable. Does your…. Poetic expertise potentially hold answers?”

Gallvir hung his head for a moment. “It might. There are…. There is a…. A pair of adventurers that have made their name on solving the impossible and untangling the stickiest of webs.”

There was a rustle of clothing as the Queen shifted position. “Really?” She leaned closer.

“Yes, but…. I am remiss to attempt to contact them.”

“Why? They sound perfect? Are they too well known? Would their renown make their helping impossible?”

It was his turn to laugh. “Nothing so simple your majesty.”

“Then what?” “The things they get involved with…. They tend to get messy.”

……………………

“Left or right?” rumbled the black furred minotaur.

“What?” Dak looked around nervously. The minotaur held him down in the chair easily.

“It’s a simple question, really.” chimed in the bird man without looking up from the book they were engrossed in.

“Left or right?” rumbled the Minotaur again.

“I…. what? Why?” Dak sputtered and squirmed against the iron grip to no avail.

“Left is then.” The minotaur reached over with his free hand and grabbed hold of Dak’s left wrist.

“What?! What?!” Dak struggled “What are you doing?”

“Breaking fingers until you tell us who paid you. Since you didn’t choose a hand to start with, I picked for you.”

Dak tried to move violently, shake himself free, but there was no use, the grip was solid, unyielding.

Slowly the minotaur engulfed Dak’s left hand in his own larger one.

“Please!” Dak sobbed. “They’ll kill me if I tell you.”

“They’re not here though are they? And Borvath here has…” The birdman paused and looked away from their book for a moment “About 102 bones to go through. You’ll talk, sooner or later.”

“Please! They threatened my daughter!” Dak slumped as much as the minotaur’s grip would allow him. “Please.”

The book closed with a SNAP. Dak jumped at the sound.

“Hmm….. I suppose that changes things. Borvath, let him go.”

There was a low rumbling but the minotaur did as asked. Dak spared no time in putting distance between them.

“I am sorry that you got involved in this mess, Dak. I wish you well.” He stood and stretched. “Oh well, time to follow other leads.”

“What other leads?” said Borvath glancing towards Dak, who recoiled as if struck. “He was it.”

“There are always other leads. Just like there are always other books.”

“Those things will be the death of you.” rumbled Borvath.

“So you say.” said the birdman as they left.

…

A short distance away Borvath rubbed his hands together before cracking his knuckles. “Well?”

Kokora tilted his head. “Far too easy, as usual. People always think of the thing they try to hide.”

Borvath chuckled. “And I’m the one they're always scared of.”

Before Kokora could answer a cloaked figure quite literally swept in front of the pair of them. Borvath slipped his hands to his sides, sliding on the reinforced half gloves he had for fighting. Kokora merely prepared his magicks.

“Hold” The cloaked figure held up his hands. “I am not here for a fight?”

“But clearly you're here for something.” said Kokora

“Do I have the pleasure of speaking to The Bird and the Bull?”

Borvath made a disgusted sound. “I hate that name.”

Kokora grinned. “But it is working.” He bowed briefly “Indeed you do, mysterious cloaked figure.”

“Good,” came the reply “The Queen of Fralldia requests you solve the murder of her favorite handmaiden.”

[drawnfamiliarfaces]

I just wanted to say I love the way you draw Apetrully! Do you have any headcanons of your own about him?

Thank you! Monkey man is super fun to draw ;3

(ngl i kinda channel all my unresolved art inspiration from Lego Monkie Kid there lol I was so in love with the show a couple of years ago, but never got around to drawing any fanart)

Uhh, tbh I do not have many of them? <;D So far I have a few common/boring ones (which are mostly about monkeys in general lol??):

While Apetrully is the 33d Monkey King, due to his obligations in Big Green, the Monkey Castle is ruled by a council of most trusted, in his name.

Since we never see any other Monkeys in the show, I like to think that they are one of the biggest pacifists in the Hidden Kingdom but Apetrully was an outlier who, while a pacifist is the one who wants to DO something for peace. Other monkeys? Not so much. But, as one of the richest species, they sponsor Apetrully's war/peace efforts, even if they do not participate in them.

Apetrully is a blacksheep amongst his people. A lot of monkeys are sort of 'royalty', high on social status (maybe because of their connection to legendary First Monkey King...) and do not spend much time socializing with others, while Apetrully eagerly reached out to both other animals and humans. But his people actually see it as a good thing, so he has a lot of support as 33d King (with a tiiiiny exception of dissedants in his court, but thats not for here and now ;3)

I like to think that Apetrully was an orphan, who lost his parents, but was saved by some outsiders and brought back home to Monkey Castle. That small kind interaction with other animals/humans became a seed for his desire of everyone living together in peace.

We saw that Apetrully has some battle prowess, so I like to think that he was educated not only in politics/logistics of war as he was growing up, but also trained physically, but his pacifism and beliefs prevent him from making much use of that knowledge.

I like to think that he is much more graceful than anyone suspects, but because he is constantly in disguise he kinda acts more clumsy than he actually is.

It krept up on him suddenly, but after the finale of defeating the Twin Masters and High Roller, Apetrully realized that he doesnt want to be a King anymore. He seriously thinks about passing on the position and title, and fully focusing on Big Green as a new bastion of peace. Also about telling the truth about who he is to everyone.

Apetrully knows every hero's backstories (and secrets and past, even if in broad strokes)! And despite his seemingly air-headed and chatty nature, he guards all the knowledge others entrusted on him.

uuuuh that's pretty much it?? not very interesting xD I'm not good at coming up with headcanons lol.

[bonefall]

Super interested in how you plan to write Leopardfoot! I feel like both fanon and canon tend to make her into a sweet mom(tm) who’s super sad that Tigerstar is evil, very similar to how Goldenflower is usually treated. What’s her thoughts on Pinestar and him leaving? How did she influence Tigerstar? What are her political beliefs?

Society has progressed past the need for sad moms who stare tearily at their evil sons and boohoo about all the murder. It's MOTHER AGENCY TIME

BB!Leopardfoot was FEROCIOUS. Her father was the indominable Adderfang, and he taught her about the importance of honor and glory. When Tigerpaw was given to Thistleclaw as an apprentice, she was proud of it. It felt perfect to her-- that her father's apprentice was now her son's mentor.

For his brief rule, she supported Sunstar completely. It helped that he came after the disastrous and embarassing exit of Pinestar, which ruined the legacy that she wanted him to give her son. Pinestar was a damn coward and a codebreaker... and she assured Tigerkit that he was more HER son than his.

She even gives him a life, for Legacy, in defiance of StarClan

She was friends with Bluemoon for a time, but after ascending to StarClan, she learned about the Forget-me-nots.

This changed her opinion of her. Leopardfoot supports Thistle Law, STRONGLY so.

She supported THISTLECLAW when he tried to forcefully void the Queen’s Rights. If Bluemoon hadn't broken the code, then what did she have to hide?

She backed off when Thrushpelt leapt to her defense though, "She didn't reveal it because she doesn't love me are you happy now??"

Leopardfoot: *awkwardly turns away feeling like an asshole now, tea SPILLED, her friend's dirty laundry EXPOSED, thought she was crusading for the law but she just dug up drama*

Towards the end of Pinestar’s reign, he was getting exhausted. He wanted peace. Leopardfoot wanted kittens around that time, and figured that there was no better cat than the son of Oakstar, architect of the infamous Crusade Era.

If Pinestar had no children, a glorious bloodline would have died out. She wanted it for her kits. Pinestar agreed on the condition that he would be their Mi, which she happily accepted.

So when Pinestar left, she jumped into the nursery to take over and had to explain to her kits where their Mi went.

She drove it home to them that he abandoned everything, because his weakness took over. They would never be like him, she promised.

Mistkit died very young. Nightpaw made it to apprenticeship before she also succumbed. Tigerclaw remembers very well how hard it was to lose his sisters.

Leopardfoot herself was taken shortly before TPB, in Spottedleaf's Plague. Her death causes Tigerclaw to have a bit of a moment.

After the trial in Bluestar's Flowers, Leopardfoot leaves StarClan along with a bunch of other Thistle Law supporters, including Thistleclaw himself. She joins the BOTTE at the end of OotS, fighting to the end with her son.

She misses him a lot, and remains in the Dark Forest to the current arc. She chose her path; and has the dignity to walk it.

She does miss StarClan sometimes though, and will tell you stories about it if you ask.

In terms of demon friends, she's somewhere in the clique between the harsher and softer spirits.

She dislikes Morningstar, Cloudberry, and Ryewhisker on the softer end, and has come to resent Thistleclaw and Finchflight on the other, but likes Darkstripe, Leopardstar, and Silverhawk.

Gets along with a range of "mid" level demons.

In particular I imagine she hangs out with Darkstripe a lot. Taste test buddy, he asks her to try his experimental recipes because she's honest but not mean. One of the few Thistle Law supporting cats he hangs out with after the double-death of Tigerstar.

He calls her Lefty. Her official nickname is "Left" but he calls her Lefty.

(Clanmew: her name is Saorpwyyar. Others call her Saopr. He calls her Sapyy.)

Her mom and dad Swiftbreeze and Adderfang are here too, following Thistleclaw like she did, but she's been minimizing her contact with her dad. She feels like she is owed an apology somehow but also doesn't have the emotional intelligence to know that it's what she wants.

She just knows that she feels really bitter talking to him, and that's unpleasant.

She used to be VITRIOLIC with Pinestar, who is also here, even going after him physically when he chose to join in with the Dark Forest trainees. But now... honestly so much shit has happened, she just doesn't like seeing him. She wishes he wasn't here.

I write her being very dignified. She doesn't like to admit publically she was ever wrong and speaks with confidence, quietly backing off and not wanting to speak about her mistakes. She loves her children and her family, but explores the world in a very "self-centric" way, trusting her feelings and personal judgement over anything logical.

A reactionary sort of person, if that makes sense.

Her Land Mar has to develop over time because she is an ex-StarClan migrant (damned souls get theirs instantly after judgement), but it's called the Fence Cliff. It's a picket fence that blocks off a sheer drop, making a sharp turn down the cliff face and acting as a walkway. Follow the fence down the slope, and you can access the Dark Forest's town biome.

[raycatz]

totk meets LU ideas that plague me (spoilers for totk. vague spoilers, but spoilers all the same.)

Wild is returned to his own time mid-LU for totk.

Wild is called back to the chain immediately after completing the Dragon Tears questline. Everyone's glad to see him, though with increasing concern when they get a closer look. He's older. His arm. Legend doesn't know why there are tears in Wild's eyes. Wild demands Sky let him see the master sword and of course Sky passes it to him. The angst and confusion when Wild asks it to send him back. When, how far, why, what has happened?

Any of the chain being warped to the Depths, dealing with THE HORRORS and/or coming into contact with gloom, and reuniting with Wild, dressed in costume and piloting some insane vehicle. Sunny rice porridge picnic in the Depths.

Wild explaining how much time has passed for him since he's left them, his arm, Zelda, the gloom.

Wild being hit by the gloom and losing his hearts and stamina at the start of totk having some kind of effect on him beyond his arm. What if Rauru wasn't able to remove all of the corruption? Does Wild have constant fatigue from the gloom sickness? Is it like Ashitaka's curse in Princess Mononoke and it's killing him slowly. He's dying, but there is some hope in that collecting all the Lights of Blessing will purify him or at least give him more time. It would put the pressure of a time limit on the story similar to Majora's Mask.

Time being warped to Korok Forest before Wild's helped them and seeing the Deku Tree and children of the forest like that.

Hyrule running from gloom spawn. There's already so much symbolism around this lad and the color red, hands, and the eyes of ganon. It's a perfect fit for stories with him. (meanwhile Wind points and starts swearing about Floor Masters xD)

The chain move through a portal in Sky's era to Wild's, bringing along Sky's lofting with them. They step from a sky island surround by blues skies to red. (end of totk maybe??? There was a meet-Wild fic where the chain witness Wild's battle with Dark Beast that was fantastic (though I don't remember what it's called,,,) A similar fic for totk would be fun.)

Wild and Legend trying to make sense of the timeline and giving up on finding a conclusion. If the Imprisoning War (totk) happened somewhere in the timeline of the earlier games, and Legend learns he's been fighting a projection all this time and the source of the evil is tucked somewhere deep beneath Hyrule, out of reach, he'd go mad. Knowing Hyrule had to fight ganon after him is bad enough. Knowing that what he's fought hasn't been the true source of the evil the entire time, and it's still out there? Yeah, no. He'd never be able to rest if he acknowledged this. If the Imprisoning War (totk) happens way down the line on the kind of separate conjoined timeline botw has, then it's not Legend's problem. Still, it could be interesting if he's having a bad time trying to make sense of it all.

[foulfeast]

Ohhhh i now remember why i got shy about talking abt ocs

24/7 fear that someone will tell me my ideas are cliche/stupid/bad in some other and it will hurt more bc these are my own creations and not just fun and play

[puppyeared]

[palin-tropos]

we need more patho-disco crossover content I’m ill

[dragon-swords-prophecies]

i have a new wip idea someone please talk me out of it

(or talk me into it either works)

[bunny--manders]

Vadim is back in Plague Doctor but the writing team has yet to answer my most pressing question: Is he trained as a classicist or a medievalist

[stormco0l]

YOU NEED TO TELL ME EVERYTHING ABOUT MOULDY KITCHENS ANGEL WINGS YESTERDAY

HI HI YESSS I WOULD VERY MUCH LOVE TO TALK ABOUT MOULDY KITCHENS ANGEL WINGS

Mouldy kitchens • angel wings is this oc story-project thing i've had for some time now and it mainly exists because one night in the middle of a really long drive we stopped at a petrol station in the middle of nowhere and i was really tired and when i opened the door i heard this one loud snap and i looked up and there was this purple light and bugs were throwing themselves at it and dying.

It's about the night crew of the worlds shittiest fast food restaurant stubbornly continuing to operate in a town where the abandoned houses far outnumber the people who live there.

It's about knowing the apocalypse is going to start soon but not knowing when, or what it'll look like, or maybe it's already started, in a thousand tiny ways.

It;s about the apocalypse being caused by God. an act of divine intervention, the first in centuries, and it is to try to wipe humanity from existence.

It's about how if an angel is old enough it'll begin to grow a will of it's own. if you have a thing that mimics life and leave it for long enough, will that mimicry not become genuine?

It's about the leftovers you get from making angels getting lost inside mirrors and then thriving there. It's about those leftovers finding fallen angels, finding ways out of the mirror and then wandering around and mirroring things they find.

It's about those reflections discovering that they can, if they do it right, fully consume a person and take their memories. It is about God learning this too.

It is about fallen angels waiting at bus stops on rainy days. it is about a quiet overpowering hopelessness like gloomy days and a flame of hope like late night talks with friends.

It is about Issac Stewart and Angel Freeman being friends and mucking around and saying "fuck you" to the horrors together. It is about Angel and Lili Hollands sitting quietly together and both being happier for it. It is about Hunter Nolan refusing to fire his employees no matter how little protocol they follow. It is about H telling people her actual name after a good crying session.

It's about how it won't always be enough, but by void should you try, because so many times it will be.

It is about hope in a quiet apocalypse, and seeing the beauty in a broken mirror.

[ibijau]

what if I created a website about my bullshit stories

[murmurmurl]

btw needed a change of pace is literally North. actually the whole of a beginner's guide to faking your death fits SO well with the story. like I could find a song that fits each character almost perfectly there.

[fridayyy-13th]

i really need to stop staying up late when my intrusive thoughts come up again, they always get worse at night. i wanted to do some writing, but i procrastinated too long and now i feel too bad and when i tried, i couldn't focus. so i'm gonna try and go to bed.

[strangermask]

Aight, chat, gonna plague you all with the most recent dream-turn-story idea

So you’re a guy. You were foster kid when you were five and got taken by an inter-racial couple (the dad is Japanese and the mom is Mexican) who later adopted you. You have a childhood best friend who grew up to be a mechanical engineer. Now, at age 25, you were just accepted into a company who does a little bit of everything. Toys, electronics, games, any form of entertainment. You meet your coworkers, and you get partnered up with a tired mom. After some time though, you both bond and you get to meet her husband and kids.

So far, working at the company is great! In fact, you were even asked to help test out a new line of entertainment for boys. Your main task was to do a few voice lines for a new robot character. However, the feedback was so positive, you were asked to help build up the robot character. You’re having fun, you’re making friends, and the boss just called to see you for your good work!

You come to see the boss, who is ecstatic to meet you. He takes you down a hallway, praises you for all the work you’ve done for the company. And he has a position opportunity for you. And that’s when you realize oh god oh fuck this company is actually evil. They are doing some mascot-horror type shit, and they want you to be part of it. However, you think this is wrong and refuse. But now the boss is threatening you, saying if you don’t take it, bad things will happen. But you still refuse, in fact you dare them to kill you. You know if you die: people, especially your parents, will be on the boss’s ass about it.

This seems to frustrate the boss (“what’s the point of killing you if you don’t even fight back?”). However, then he starts to smile and mentions there is a new project you can be a test subject in. You get knocked out and wake up in a test tube. You can’t move. People in hazmat suits are attaching these big plugs to the tube and your body (they changed your outfit). You hear the boss: “Say goodbye to your body forever.” And then everything is black. You hear a robotic voice and open your eyes. Come to find out, you are now physically the robot character you helped build. And now you’re stuck with everyone assuming you died from a factory accident heroically.

Next step? Find a way out.

[nightly-ruse]

Another big jump but have a half finished draft for a cat based story I kinda really love

Before the sickness struck, before the whispers and the killings, cats were prized. Gifts from the gods. Bringers of good luck, peace, love. Their purr healing any emotional ail that struck into a hands heart.

They were dressed in white silks. Kissed on the heads. Adorned with flowers.

Breathing blessings.

And then the cough spread. Hands died in dozens. Cats were dragged from homes. Tossed into the streets to die on their own or burned for the sins they were accused of.

Where once black pelted cats were seen as the goddesses most beloved they now were the devil’s destructors sent to the town to bring the evil illness that spread faster than any plague that’d struck the town.

From here flew a new kind.

From Burnt Fur rose Black Feathers, and cats with soot clogged scars. As such the Ravens came to be.

Born in such a terrifying time the Ravens are a Clowder of cats that try to keep a distance from the humans who so easily betrayed them. They are colder but not cruel. Residing in a hidden haven that no hand could ever reach into.

They keep to the east side of town where less hands reside and the wild has taken over. The streets are less refined, the building even less so. Hidden in the old tunnels under the town.

The Ravens have a chosen Crown of sorts who cares for all under their caring claws. They are elected and can be taken out if need be but most often stay for the span of their life. They keep each other safe, protect their passageways, and take care of the environment around them. They keep the horror of their past alive. None under the Ravens will ever forget the terrifying tales of how those hands once harmed them. It will always be scarred into their minds.

* If a Crown has any kittens they are referred to as Jewels and are cared for especially but don’t get too much special treatment

* Most Ravens are either tortoiseshells or black cats since they most often aren’t from households. They tend to be more bony but still very strong with particularly sharp faces, noses, and eyes.

* All Ravens upon making it to an age where they can leave give an item of theirs to the fountain in the heart of their home as a way to always be a part of the passageways. Even after their death they still have a piece of themselves there. It’s often where all ceremonies are held after a cats passing and most grieve there.

* Near the fountain none are to speak unless it is a part of a ceremony but many will purr to try and send some sort of message to their lost one

* All kits who dies too soon are grieved by downy feathers being tossed into the fountain. Fragile but beautiful just like chicks. A feather is often kept by the parent/s to have a something to hold in place of their now lost child

But a lifestyle of isolating and protection cannot last forever.

And then the cats with love back in their hearts took roost in the crowded side of town, Doves with a sprig of an olive tree held out in peace

After generations have passed and wounds have healed over the relationship between hands and cats have gotten better. Not as severely revered but not murdered any longer.

And such the slightly more friendly fairing Clowder rose, donned as the Doves! They live to the west where hands sleep and sing. They live off offerings from the hands but also hunt.

A lot more loose in nature there is no strict loyalty to stay a Dove with many half there and half in the comfy care of a house. But those who fully reside in the Dove’s Domain are very welcoming to the fluidity in their home.

They have no clear home base but do follow a Crown of their own who keeps peace and keeps track of the needs of the cats.

[rockingthegraveyard]

I wanna try drawing today, someone give me some prompts mayhaps???