#plot bunny free to good home

[gleefully-macabre]

Suppose Clio, Muse of History, decided to pay Hob a visit.

He’s a teacher, and assuming he teaches at the University level, likely is required or at least expected to research, write, and get published (in the US, academia’s motto is “publish or perish”). Clio could inspire him by guiding him to other publications that support his perspective. Basically, a supernatural research partner.

Then I thought “What would Dream think of this?”and went straight to the Jealousy angle. I’m assuming physical intimacy is not REQUIRED for a muse to share her gifts, but is an option.

Clio assures Dream that she’s not trying to take over his temple (the New Inn), but confirms what Dream suspects: that she intends to make Hob’s bed her alter.

Cue Dream starting his own campaign of seduction because he DOES. NOT. SHARE.

Meanwhile, Hob’s just trying to get this damn article down to 12,000 words and Dream being a very effective distraction is not helping.

[the-dracologist]

What if Kara was super protective of her baby cousin Kal when he was little and felt like she'd missed her chance to be there for him when she woke up to find him older than her? And then when Kon shows up, it's just

BABY COUSIN... 2!

*check the notes for additional AU thoughts and memes because this is ruining my life

[jtavington]

AU Idea?

So I was thinking: what if Miorine’s hands were shaking so badly during ep17 that she dropped her tablet. Suletta wins but not before Permet 8. Aerial takes matters into her own digits and dumps the backstory on Suletta.Suletta is left catatonic. Prospera takes Aerial in for “repairs.” The clock strikes midnight. Congrats, the Holder system produced a love match! Only the Holder is a girl who defines herself in terms of her usefulness to other people, and now she has no Gundam. Miorine is going to have to find another way to get Jeturk support, probably involving assuming debts, which still leaves her badly behind.

Can this engagement be saved?

[omnis-hostis-resurrexit]

I can’t be the only person who would love to read a romantic crime thriller with this meet cute.

[fuckyeahisawthat]

I was thinking about an alternate ending to Furiosa that I would have found more narratively satisfying, that dealt with the two third acts problem without radically altering other parts of the movie.

Imagine if you will:

The climactic action sequence is the one at the Bullet Farm and maybe a bit of the chase after. Same setup. Furiosa has the best chance she's ever had to get home, but she can't make herself leave Jack. Goes back to fight for him. He still dies--not in the same horrible drawn-out way, but Dementus kills him. Furiosa gets caught in a wreck or something with her arm pinned. Echoes of Max leaving the guy handcuffed to the burning car in Mad Max 1. He can live if he chops his arm off. And chop she does. Not in time to save Jack, but in time to kill Dementus. That's not long and drawn-out either but he is very clearly dead by her one remaining hand.

Maybe that's when the backup from the Citadel that they called for when everything went to shit arrives. Furiosa gets brought back to the Citadel, probably without much choice at that point because she's barely conscious due to rapid unplanned disassembly of arm. She is welcomed by Joe as a hero for slaying his enemy. Promoted to Imperator and told she will lead the War Rig crew when the rig is rebuilt new and better than ever. She was Jack's second-in-command after all.

Everyone is treating it like a victory for her but we feel it as a defeat, because she still lost the one person she cared about, and in the aftermath of that it seems like she has given up on trying to get home. Accepted that a high-ranking position in Joe's armada is the best she's gonna get. Maybe we even see her planting the peach tree at the Citadel as a sign that she's accepted she is never going home.

(We know she'll try again in Fury Road, but it doesn't look like she knows that.)

In this version of events, I think Joe would gift her the prosthetic arm. You are part of my war machine now. She has proven herself valuable enough to be taken care of, like the History Man advised her. Valuable enough to be repaired instead of discarded.

I am chewing on the parallels. At the beginning of the movie she has a chance to escape, but she can't leave her mom. She goes back and watches her mom die and gets trapped by Dementus. At the end she has another chance but she can't leave Jack. She goes back and watches Jack die and gets trapped by Joe. It's the kind of dark ending that works for a prequel when we know she is going to have her moment of victory in Fury Road.

I'm imagining the image of her being brought back to the Citadel in hollow triumph after killing Dementus. She's half-dead, one-armed, riding on the front of a car like the end of Fury Road but she's being kind of propped up like a trophy. Versus the end of Fury Road and its moment of real triumph--a return she never intended but this time to a place that maybe can be a real home for her at last.

[spookypanda04]

Plot bunny free to a good home

Lu fic, but the dialogue can only be lyrics from the top ten songs of the decade the games were released. So...

Hyrule - 80's

Legend -90's

Time - 90's

Wind - 2000's

Four - 2000's

Twilight - 2000's

Sky -2010's

Wars - 2010's

Wild -2010's

Y'all can do whatever you want with this, but please tag me if you think of it!

[avelera]

I definitely don't need more WIPs right not for Dreamling, but sometimes it is fun to brainstorm a total nonsense fanfic-y premise played totally straight, which is why I'm fondly remembering the Cinderella Dreamling AU I brainstormed on one of the servers.

(Canon Divergence AU, because that's how I roll)

2022 rolls around and Hob and Dream are friends. Just... friends. Hob would love there to be more. He sometimes suspects, more like wishes really hard, that Dream would like more but, as usual, the guy isn't talking if he does. And Hob is too chicken to ruin the friendship they finally achieved to do something so uncouth as proposition his oldest friend.

He comes to the sad and perhaps inevitable conclusion that Dream has had all the chances in the world to say something so the only conclusion is that Hob's just not that interesting to him in that way. Stands to reason. The more Hob learns about the Dreaming and Dream's fantastical realm and all his adventures, the more Hob's almost single-minded dedication to living a normal life despite his immortality seems a bit... dull.

Enter Desire. Or Death. Or both. This is fanfic-y nonsense, after all, the point is there is a device and the device is our fairy god-person who is also sick to death of watching Dream pine from afar but is also a huge fan of chaos.

They (let's go with Desire for now, even if the trope is a bit overplayed, because it seems like their sort of thing) offer Hob a proposal. The chance to go into the Dreaming each night to woo Dream. Best of all, it will be with Desire's protection of his identity and a small amount of magic to create a persona for wooing Dream that won't be immediately obvious.

Oh, also, Dream is throwing a big fuck-off bash for Faerie or some other Dreaming ally so there's gonna be a party for weeks up there. Perfect place to slip in a new stranger. (Hob is a little charmed by the idea that he gets to be the stranger for once.)

Enter: the Knight of Roses.

Basically, Hob creates a persona into which he pours all of charm, wit, and courtier's polish from 600s years of life. If nothing else, he's having the time of his life at what is essentially a fancy magical masquerade ball where he gets to try his damndest to sweep Dream off his feet.

And it seems to be working. Hard to tell with Dream. But each night, Dream seems excited to see the Knight of Roses again.

(It is working. It's working very very well. The Dreaming is awash in flowers. Dream spends every waking moment he's not at the ball pacing his quarters, interrogating his subjects as to how in the world he can't get to the bottom of who this is, and every person who could nominally be considered his friend including his siblings and subjects are tearing their hair out with how sick they are of hearing about the Knight of Roses.

Hob doesn't hear about it though in the waking because Dream is in love with him and doesn't want to ruin any chance they might have together someday by agonizing over a mysterious guest who is probably some trick sent by Desire or Lucifer or someone to mess with Dream. He has no idea how right he is and how wrong he is not to bring it up to Hob.)

Secret Identity shenanigans ensue, of course, until we hit a breaking point with drama, tears, etc etc the usual for the trope because of course (gasp!) Hob is the Knight of Roses and there never was any need to create a separate persona because Dream was also agonizing over whether Hob was interested and Hob was so chill around him he assumed he was misreading all the signs. (Hob was working so, so hard to appear that chill around Dream.) Identities are unmasked and everyone lives happily ever after.

(But Hob is keeping the outfit once they're officially together, because Dream really, really liked the romance of the whole Knight of Roses identity but he likes it even more now that he knows it's Hob and not an evil trap laid by one of his enemies.)

[gracie-b-33]

Obviously Jamie (omega) funnels his deep sexual need (love the word he is looking for is love) for Roy (alpha) into writing IRL smut about them hooking up which he publishes on AO3 under the pen name 💕Jamie_Kent 💕🍆💦🍑.

Which Roy discovers when his sister sends him a screenshot as a laugh only he reads the fic and sees too many breadcrumbs indicating it must be someone inside Richmond.

Cut to weeks of paranoid Roy trying to figure out who it is while simultaneously reading all the smut in order to collect “evidence” only to stumble across a reference only Jamie would know.

Finally culminating in love confessions and re-enactments of favorite scenes from Jamie’s fics (also when Jamie finally retires and starts a second career as a smutty romance novelist he never admits how he got started).

I give this plot bunny freely. Please for the love of BELIEVE someone write this.

Jamie writes a/b/o fanfic about himself

Lmaooo.....in his version of events is he an alpha or an omega 🤔

[simplykaren]

Danny Phantom idea:

Danny doesn't go in the portal for one reason or another. It stays non-functional. Then the reunion at Vlad's castle happens. Things go horribly right and horribly wrong. Jack is dead, but so is Maddie. Vlad is suffering from a damaged or broken obsession and trying to keep things together for the sake of the kids he's just gained custody of. (Why did Jack and Maddie have his name in their will? They abandoned him after his accident but made him the godparent of their kids without ever telling him. It didn't make any sense...) Trying to be comforting (and failing) as he helps Jazz and Danny pack their old home up to move, he says, "Maybe they'll come back as ghosts."

Danny hears that and starts thinking. He knows ghosts are real now after the one that killed his parents. What if...

While Vlad and Jazz are busy in another part of the house, Danny sneaks down to the basement lab and finds himself standing in front of the portal, the portal to the realm where his parents might now be.

[newtsoftheworldunite]

For the made up fic title ask game: Which Way the Wind Blows. Obviously I'd prefer a Vorkosigan premise but am content to leave the choice of fandom to your discretion.

Ooh that’s a great title for a society like Barrayar’s where outward conformity and allegiance are so important and there’s constant jockeying behind the scenes and below the surface that people try to read through gossip and rumor and dark hints in ballrooms because it could just be so much hot air or it could mean the difference between life and death.

I like prole-eye views of Barrayaran society so this would probably be a five plus one of five times it didn’t matter which bloody Vor came out on top of the heap and one time it did or something like that.

Or something about Lady Alys’ circle of careful listeners who are officially just pretty faces on the dance floor but who are always watching and putting details together and can not only read the wind but redirect it with nudges here and there.

[idristardis]

Self-soothing post-election with a slew of Hallmark holiday movies and the one I watched last night, 'Tis The Season to be Irish, was very cute...but I kept thinking that it would make a great CS fic (if my mind had the bandwidth for that right now).

The plot was about a closed-off loner who traveled around flipping houses but never really finding a place that felt like home (she was even blonde with a red jacket and originally came from a small town in Maine....and kept most of her worldly possessions in a small, easy-to-carry box....guys, I mean...come ON). She bought a cottage in a small Irish town that she was going to flip but it turned out to be horribly run down and so she had to stay there longer and butted heads with the handsome, charming local historian/preservationist who was a little bit stuck in the past and needed help envisioning a future (again...coooooome ooooooon). Fiona Gubelman and Eoin Macken did a very good job with it....though I did keep mentally picturing that it would've been better with Colin and Jen....but it would really REALLY take flight as a CS fic....

....if anyone wanted to tackle it, feel free....my brain had just enough space to go "oh that would be a cool idea" before remembering I have no tiiiiiiime!!

[silverstark]

AU where in exchange for not merging the worlds Tianlang-Jun demands Shen Qingqiu as a war bride for his nephew.

[27dragons]

A Dreamling Fic

It is really really really unusual for me to get a fic fully-formed in my brain all at once, but I was enjoying this post and I got to the one that was Hob and Dream labeled with "well-read jock / buff nerd" and this high school AU just kind of exploded on me, and I just wordvomited it at the Cohort and they did nothing to discourage me, and it's been quietly refining itself in the back of my brain since then. I have no idea if I will try to actually write this but if anyone else wants the idea, please take it! And link me when you're done because I definitely want to read it!

Okay, so Dream is done with elementary/primary school and he's about to start the 6th grade (or whatever the equivalent is for UK I guess but if I write it they're going to be surprise usamericans because I'm not doing that much research). It's a new school, one of those grade 6-12 academies. It's the first day of school and all the students are kind of wandering around in the schoolyard waiting for schedules to be handed out (which yes is totally unrealistic, just shhh go with it). Dream is terrified; the older kids are like three times his size and everyone is very loud and boisterous and there aren't any good corners to hide in here.

His big sister, knowing him as she does, rolls her eyes and takes his hand and drags him over to the area where most of the other new 6th graders are congregating and says, "Look, you're going to be with these people for the next 7 years, you have to make a friend."

Dream glares at her but she just glares back, so he turns to the nearest other kid and says, "We're friends now. What's your name?"

And the kid's name is Hob, and he's like super excited to make a new friend and maybe this won't be completely terrible.

Except that Dream and Hob are not in the same classes. Or the same lunch block. Or anything. And they don't really see each other at all.

But the next year, when everyone's wandering around waiting for schedules, Dream spots Hob and walks over like, "Hello Hob" and Hob just goes with it, he's like, "Hey it's my friend, awesome!" And that year... they also do not have any of the same classes or lunch or anything.

And so it goes. Every year, Dream finds Hob on the first day of school while they're milling around, and every year, that's the last time they really see each other. And in the meantime, Dream is a quiet nerdy goth introvert who never talks to anyone if he can help it, and Hob is getting into trouble and charming his way out of it and he has a bad patch one year but then pulls himself out of it and tries a whole bunch of different clubs and sports and pretty much everyone likes him.

And then sometime over the summer before 11th grade, they both realize that they, you know, LIKE-like each other. And while Hob is now immediately excited to see Dream again, Dream is having a horrible case of "oh shit I'm GAY" panic because despite being a moody introvert he's about as good at understanding himself as a cabbage.

School starts and Dream locks it down and comes over to say hi to Hob like always and Hob is suddenly like, "Hey! You know what, we get to learn to drive this year and after I get my license how about we get together away from school and go do something! Like a date!" and Dream (who is still firmly in the closet and panicking about it) massively overcompensates and is like "How dare you I'm not gay and even if I was I wouldn't even like you!" and storms off.

And, you know, same thing, they don't see each other for the rest of the year. Hob broods about it some and figures he'll just apologize when he sees Dream and they can go back to their weird friendship, it's all cool. But 12th grade starts and Dream... isn't there. Hob looks all over, but. No Dream. Fuck.

And then, halfway through the year or so, Hob's in the library working on his senior project and the chair across from his pulls out and he looks up and... it's Dream.

And Dream is like... his folks split up the previous summer and there was a whole custody thing and he had to go live with his crazy Uncle Roderick and horrible cousin Alex in another state and he absolutely hated it. But he just turned 18 and told told Uncle Rod to fuck off, and he moved out and switched back to this school and they can still be boyfriends now right?

[karlyanalora]

So, after stumbling across this post again, I am having Ambulon thoughts again.

Canon facts according to panels and tweets:

Ambulon used to be named Thunderclash

He’s a MTO

He used to turn into either a generic car or a medical helicopter

He may have experienced altmode dysphoria

We can assume the rest of the failed experiment (the Combicons) are alive

So this gave me a plot bunny.

Thunderclash is a pretty cool name for a Decepticon MTO. And every Decepticon would know there is already a pretty famous Autobot with that name.

But the bot that would be Ambulon didn’t care. He survived his first battle. He did pretty good in it! He was feeling bold after zipping around with the other survivors from his MTO batch. And those survivors kept surviving.

They liked to heckle Autobots. Bait them into traps. They became good enough warriors that those who fought beside them showered them with praise and friendly backslaps. They started to think they were big stuff.

Ambulon was the first to pick a name. Thunderclash. He was the ringleader, and he called his group the Mockeries. Two of them picked the names Dai and Atlas. They all picked the names of prestigious Autobots.

And then one battle the Mockeries ran out of luck.

They were just good enough fighters that Shockwave decided to pick them up off the battlefield.

Thunderclash woke up us a leg. Shockwave called him Subject Ambulon. Not all of the Mockeries, now Project: Combicon, survived Shockwave’s attempts to make them combine. Making someone transform into a head and torso proved to be the most difficult. Shockwave didn’t try to salvage the failures a lot of the time. Ambulon hated not knowing how to patch up his friends, to at least try and save them.

Ambulon’s always felt out of place in his own frame. He’d been a generic car, but he’d always felt he was meant to fly. But being a leg is a lot worse. And now his hands burned, like he should be able to do something to heal those around him.

The rest of the Mockeries picked new names. Ones tied to their new roles as limbs. They didn't seem to mind the change. They were excited. Well, as excited as one of Shockwave's experiments could be. Sure, they could all die horribly. But that wasn't new. And if they became a combiner, they would be even more awesome than before! Ambulon couldn't understand it.

There were five other Mockeries left when Ambulon escaped. They were Kicker, Swing, Abdominus, and Arm-Or. Just enough parts to make one combiner. Ambulon doesn't know if they would have fit together. He doesn't think Shockwave would have killed them. Not until he's had a chance to retrieve their leg.

[shadikaofdune]

Okay so I think I've probably managed to keep this out of the main tags... just screaming into the void here...

If you want to hear me being Absolutely Filthy And Weird about the Gom Jabbar test, scroll below the pictures!

This boy was just dragged out of bed, in the middle of the night... no idea wtf is going on, how important it is, how long it's going to take... for the sole purpose of Experiencing The Pain Box. Which I can only imagine is the Worst Pain A Person Could Ever Undergo. All while a person with essentially magic powers who you've never seen in your life threatens to murder you.

That has got to do a number on you, psychologically and physically.

Imagine he was already uncomfortable, pretty full, planning on sneaking off to pee as soon as he's done with whatever weird little talk he's being forced into... and he's faced with This instead.

Not knowing whether acting like anything's wrong would count against his being deemed to be human... and he can't really move much anyway for fear of being stabbed, or use his dominant hand... but wetting himself, giving in to that bodily impulse, doesn't seem very human either does it... but the pain is so bad...

How does he react? How long can he hold out? I feel like no way he's making it out of this dry... just leaks a bit more every time it gets worse until he's absolutely flooding...

(Yes, I am probably ignoring how prana-bindu works. No, I don't care, lol).

[princefado]

one day, through magatama shenanigans, or maybe a curse, phoenix is turned into a little hedgehog. maya thinks he's so so cute, but she keeps getting pricked by him, so phoenix runs and hides so he doesn't hurt her.

maya doesn't stop looking for him, of course. there's only so much a little hedgehog can do to get away from her, when she's really determined, although it does involve a lot of shouting and running around the courthouse.

when she finds him though, she holds him firm, even though his spines still prick her hands, and kisses him square on his little hedgehog snout. and he turns back.

his hair is a little bit easier on her hands, though not by much. but it's a lot more fun to kiss human nick than it is to kiss hedgehog nick, and he's finally stopped trying to run away.