#plot bunny game ask

[slytherindisaster]

for the plot bunny ask game: gilmore girls?

Jumping on this opportunity to make Kitty a bff!

name: Eleonore "Leo" Campbell

age: depends on the shows season, but same as Kitty & Rory

sexuality: bisexual until proven otherwise

job: student, book store employee

love interest: none for now

brief summary: The Campbell family moved to Stars Hollow when Leo was in Middle School and that's where she met the Gilmore twins. At first her and Kitty got into a rivalry which eventually led them both to landing a detention, but during it they realised they have more in common than not and after that their rivalry quickly turned into friendship for years to come. At the start of the show Leo is on the High School's track team with Kitty, tries to make a buck working at the local book store and aspires to become a veterinarian.

5 adjectives to describe them: passionate, cheerful, athletic, loyal, ambitious

faceclaim: Saoirse-Monica Jackson

Send me a fandom and I'll make a Plot Bunny!

[00fairylights00]

I hope this will be a healing message...... I keep thinking of making a high-humanity P laugh really hard 🥹 like doing or saying something he thinks is SO hilarious that he is literally on the floor, gasping for breath, unable to speak because he is genuinely dying with laughter.

Prolly would take some real tame shit to make him laugh like that too. Like a funny drawing.

I will keel over and die but in a happy, positive way. If you would allow me to add onto this though I’d like to think the higher the humanity the more his body reacts to touch, I think he’d be ticklish!

His head is in your lap, the usual resting place for him on sunny afternoons like this. The heat makes everyone sleepy and with Krat no longer under eminent threat P can finally just laze around and relax to his heart’s content.

The light turns his hair a chocolate brown as you run your fingers through it slowly, stopping every now and again to scratch at his scalp which earns you a happy hum and a beautiful, closed eye smile. Your other hand rests on the warm skin of his chest, visible through the opening in his shirt.

You can feel the steady beat of his heart under your palm, and the hand of his legion arm is laying on top of your own, squeezing every now and again to tell you that he’s not asleep, he promises he won’t fall asleep, he’s a liar but he’s happy and you don’t mind and he knows you don’t mind.

The heat is turning your mind syrupy but not enough that you don’t notice him flinch ever so slightly when the hand in his hair brushes against the length of his neck, his eyebrows furrow for only a moment but the idea is already in your head.

You only wish to test your theory.

As gently as you can you brush your fingers against his neck again, this time with far more intention. P jerks up, trying to escape your hold but you’re already one step ahead, having braced your arm across his front to trap him against you.

A beautiful sound falls from him, you can feel it through his back as much as you can hear it, he’s laughing! 

A proper, joyful, bordering on hysterical laugh. The sound was higher pitched than his talking voice, but was still rich and warm. You come to realise that this is the loudest he’s ever been, you don’t think you’ve ever heard P raise his voice. It’s nice to see him let loose, smiling big, broad and unabashedly.

With everything over and the state of his humanity clear, watching him navigate the ways he was taken advantage of was a careful thing. He’d become well acquainted with being angry and with being sad, so the moments when you could have him rolling on the floor, losing his mind over something silly was a blessing in every sense of the word.

You pushed him forward, the two of you wrestling against your bedsheets until you came out victorious. You sat straddled atop his stomach, digging your fingers into his neck as he squirmed and pleaded for mercy,

“Stop stop, I can’t breathe,” he laughed, throwing his head back and then pulling his chin toward his chest in hopes of trapping your hands.

You continued your assault of feather light touches, poking and prodding at other areas you thought might also be ticklish.

His chest, his armpits, his sides. It was the prod to his stomach that made him yell suddenly and almost throw you off of him entirely, as you tried to recover your balance he swept your wrists between one hand, breathing heavily as he tried to calm down.

“What… was that?” He asked breathlessly, smiling up at you dazedly.

“Tickling,” you hummed, also catching your breath.

“I thought I was gonna die,” he groaned dramatically, “do it again.”

“Catch your breath first,” you instructed, breaking your hands free of his grasp gently, “it’s nice to see you laughing, you deserve to be happy.”

His eyebrows turned upward as he soaked in your earnestness, a quiet thank you said with his eyes. His hands brushed against your outer thighs, you squirmed with a giggle and a mischievous smile took over his face.

“No,” you warned, “Pino don’t!”

He dug his fingers into your sides, copying your movements and making you squeal, he’d always been a quick learner.

[rose-of-oz]

For the plot bunny ask game: Big Time Rush, please??

@dancingsunflowers-ocs 💖

Gonna answer this with a baby I was already planning on introducing properly, so thanks so much for this, Alexandra!! Also gonna tag my Big Time Rush moots, @praetoravila, @manyfandomocs, and @bibaybe!! <3

name: nicki wainwright.

faceclaim: hunter schafer.

age: sixteen (as of season one).

sexuality: bisexual (also a trans girl).

job: aspiring actress, palm woods school student.

love interest: james diamond.

brief summary: if there is one thing nicki has never been able to stand, it’s arrogant boys with big heads who think they’re “all that”. she hadn’t been able to stand the jocks at her old high school in san diego, before she’d moved into the palm woods to pursue her dream of acting; she hadn’t been able to stand most of the guys who had started to flirt with her only to turn away the second she revealed she was trans; and she definitely couldn’t stand most of the guys at the palm woods, who all thought they were going to be the next channing tatum or justin timberlake and used that as an excuse to treat those around them like garbage. but for the most part, nicki is just fine spending her days going to auditions and generally trying to avoid the asshole guys of hollywood, until a boy band from minnesota of all places moves into the palm woods and she meets the one arrogant boy she might just hate most of all: one james diamond.

5 adjectives to describe them: ambitious, sarcastic, compassionate, talented, confident.

send me a fandom and i’ll make a plot bunny for it!!

[practically-an-x-man]

I'd LOVE a snippet for Orvyn! (no pressure ofc)

Absolutely, friend!! Fair warning... I've never written for Tolkien works before, and it's been a little while since I've read the books, so the style of this might not be completely accurate.

(link to Orvyn's very limited character bio here, link to this little ask game here)

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My step faltered this afternoon, he wrote in his even, careful script, I strode onto a fallen branch and a spur pierced my flesh. I have removed the talon, but I suspect a day of rest will be needed so I may avoid poisoning my blood with the soil. I will return to my travels in the overmorrow.

When he'd finished the line, he set his journal beside him and twisted to peer at his own torn flesh. The bleeding had now stopped, and the spur had not gone terribly deep thanks to the thick calluses he wore (that was his father's blood in him, he thought, and he thanked that ancestry each day he walked the rough earth), but it was a rather unfortunately-placed wound that had him hopping one-footed around his own camp.

Orvyn hoped his journey would not be too delayed. He had planned to foot the mountains within the next fortnight, in an effort to avoid the harsher of the seasons, but it was treacherous terrain that would not bode well for an affected stride. If this wound did not heal itself promptly, he would be faced with the choice of either a chilling winter or a troublesome slide thanks to his lost footing.

But this was a decision for the morning. Now was the time for good food and good rest, and to finish recounting the day's ventures.

[ghostinthegallery]

10: Do you read your own fics for fun? & 21: Do you have an abandoned WIP?

10) Yup! And I will until there are enough fics of all the space robots in situations to keep me satisfied (this is unlikely, I have a mighty occasionallu specific appetites 😅)

11) Not really but I do have way more ideas than I know what to do with. I have only so much time guys!!! Stop dropping plot bunnies at my door!

[blueskittlesart]

your loz analysis document made me go insane!!!! i got to the alttp section (i haven't played that game) and my heart audibly broke. crunch crunch in my chest. it's so rare to find a hero who is scared where that fear isn't something to be grown out of as character development. my heart goes out to that young link. or it would, if it wasn't broken.

anyways have a great day

i would kill to write an official alttp and inject it with my analysis of that game. have there already been like 5? yes but not a single one of them wrote in bunny link and thats a literal crime. listen to me LISTEN TO ME THE BUNNY IS IMPORTANT

[unethicallypleistocene]

If you want to (no pressure).... plot bunny for the Night At The Museum universe?

Oh hey thank you!

name: Tern Ridley

age: 32

sexuality: Bisexual

job: Archivist

love interest: Amelia Earhart

5 adjectives to describe them: Soft-spoken, standoffish, loyal, meticulous, determined.

Tern has spent 4 years at the Smithsonian, and hasn't once stayed past sunset. When they decide to work past closing time on a newly acquired photograph collection, some small things start to put them off. Small things such as the loud lute music coming from upstairs. They assume it's nothing, until the decaying photographs begin moving. Well, Tern remembers their dead grandmother telling them to quit playing Pokémon at her funeral, so this isn't the weirdest thing that's ever happened to them. By a small margin. In any case, their job security matters more to them than their sanity.

[dancingsunflowers-ocs]

Merlin

name: eilín ó conailli

age: twenty-seven

sexuality: lesbian

job: druid

love interest: morgana pendragon

5 adjectives to describe them: mysterious. compassionate. knowledgable. gentle. playful

Thank you for the ask @andromedalestrange!! 💕

[noeverse]

Plot Bunny OC: Narnia?

name: princess judynn

age: 16

sexuality: bisexual with preference towards women

job: a literal princess

love interest: queen susan pevensie

faceclaim: isabella brownson

[mysterygrl20]

WIP Ask Game 💕

i saw @bunnakit do this and wanted to as well.

The rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it.

here are some secrets I’ve been hiding 🫣

The Last Víbria

Nite Ryder

The Tales of Archwood

Rusty Scraps

Zinnia

Death’s Little Helper

gays in space ☑️

Damsel always in distress

Sk8r Grl

Jumper

The Queer Express

and they were roommates

Of tropes and schemes

whispers in the wyss

soulmate bunny ☑️

[slytherindisaster]

For the plot bunny ask: HOTD/GOT? 👀

Listen, darling, I tried to fathom the plot of it, but I gave up on the Wikipedia page. I never watched either of them, and as much as I'd like to, I know nothing about it except that there's a lot of hot people with white hair and dragons? I assume? There have to be dragons, right? Anyway, here goes nothing

name: Genevieve Bearwithme

age: 26, you can never go wrong with 26 (I hope)

sexuality: bisexual by default

job: a dragon queen or something badass like this

love interest: that Ewan Mitchell guy, he's cute

5 adjectives to describe them: confused, excited, sassy, eloquent, catious (of the fandom)

also, I wanna add a fc because just look at this Georgie Henley gif, love that for Ginny

Send me a fandom, and I'll make a Plot Bunny!

[ginevrastilinski-ocs]

Glee plot bunny: Sue and Will’s love child (because we love a toxic crack ship lol)

Thank you anon, I got attached to her in these months (lol) so here's my daughter

Lia Sylvester!

Little miss angsty girl

Ofc a cheerio bc of Sue, she would never let her not being a Cheerio

So much toxic "I need to be the best" about anything really

Joins the New Directions almost immediately bc she likes to sing and tricks Sue telling that she's going to spy on them for her

Doesn't know Will is her father btw (Will knows it, or finds out in early s1 and nobody tells her anything for some time, so even more angst when she finds out)

Also, everyone knew before her so that's even worse

Hates all the dramas that surrounds the Glee club and thinks about quitting so many times for that

FC: Olivia Dejonge

[welcometotheocverse]

For the plot bunny ask game: Glee, please??

@dancingsunflowers-ocs 💖

Detention buddies with Puck gets blackmailed into joining glee because of tbd. Sleeps through Spanish class becuase she genuinely knows more about it than Shue.

Name: Ximena Sanchez

Age: Same as the s1 New Directions ( maybe one of the younger ones with Tina and Artie but tbd)

Sexuality: probably pan

Job: student

Love interest: tbd for sure not Finn or Rachel but everyone else is open tbh.

5 adjectives to describe them: chaotic, daring, turbulent, witty, cynical.

[rose-of-oz]

for the make an oc ask: Sadie Overall + Percy Jackson?? -🍂

Thanks so much for this, Alvita!! Gonna tag the rest of my Percy Jackson lovers @luucypevensie, @dancingsunflowers-ocs, @ginevrastilinski-ocs, @bibaybe, and @manyfandomocs!! <3

NAME: Harley Bell.

LOVE INTEREST: Luke Castellan.

SUMMARY: Harley wasn’t at all what most kids at Camp Half-Blood expected when they thought of the demigods in Cabin Nine. Most expected the children of Hephaestus to be scruffy, big and broad and constantly covered in soot from their work - Harley hid her toned shoulders and arms behind pretty clothes, kept her face painted with tasteful makeup rather than the ashes of the forge, and was known throughout camp for making beautiful, delicate jewelry rather than weapons. Still, though, as a year-round camper, she was more than content with her life at Camp Half-Blood, even if most people did consider her unexpected - and she was also more than content to nurse her crush on Luke Castellan, the golden boy of Cabin Eleven, fully expecting it would never be reciprocated and forcing herself to be okay with that. Until, that was, one midnight when they’d run into each other by the camp’s lake and, after a deep conversation, Harley had finally plucked up the courage to ask Luke out - and he’d said yes. They’ve been dating for a year when Percy Jackson, a plucky, sarcastic forbidden son of Poseidon, stumbles into the camp after killing a Minotaur on its border, and though Harley notices her boyfriend taking a particular interest in the boy, she doesn’t think anything of it… but when Percy sets off on a quest alongside Harley’s favourite satyr and a determined daughter of Athena to help prevent a brewing war among the gods, Harley can’t help but notice a certain darkness growing within Luke, no matter how he tries to hide it, and she can’t help wondering whether she’s been wrong to never doubt him after all.

EXTRA INFO:

Well, this is a series based off of Greek myths, right? We might as well make it a tragedy.

So, yeah, Harley is definitely not your typical Hephaestus kid, but she’s just as good at forging as any of her siblings even if she does use it for jewelry rather than swords, and she can even animate small machines as long as they’re made out of metal.

A little bit like Annabeth, she is very in love with Luke and as such gets a little blinded to just how angry he is and just how much he hates the gods, so his betrayal and reveal of his working with Kronos comes as a very painful shock to her.

Luke does try to convince her to come with him when he runs away from camp, but not only is Harley super hurt by how much he’s lied to her, she knows how bad starting a war against Olympus could get and how many innocent half-bloods could be collateral as a result, so she refuses and tries to talk him down. It doesn’t work, and even though Luke does genuinely love her he sees her as being brainwashed by the gods and is furious that she won’t join him (think of it as an Anakin and Padmé thing, only he doesn’t, you know, choke her).

Harley never gets to say a proper goodbye to him before he leaves camp, and they never talk again before he dies in the final battle and she is able to kneel over his body and wish him a safe descent into the Underworld through her sobs. So, you know. Very sad.

send me a fandom and a faceclaim/love interest and i’ll make an oc!!

[practically-an-x-man]

How about a snippet for Flicker?

😁💚

Absolutely! Let's do this! Hopefully I can get the vibe of the movie right... it's really special in such a fun way.

(link to Flicker's very brief character bio here, link to the ask game here)

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"Whaddaya say, boss? S'mores?" Nimona asked, already producing a bag of marshmallows from... somewhere. Ballister blinked.

"Where... did you get those?"

"Doesn't matter." she replied with a shrug and a all-too-sharklike grin, "C'mon! I like mine toasty!"

To his incredible surprise, Nimona took her time and made a fire from scratch - he'd expected her just to torch the whole bag with a bout of fire-breath, the same way she'd torched his World Domination board. He chose not to speak as she cultivated the flames, fearing any word from him might send her back into that lofty, flippant persona she held so often.

Finally, with a blazing campfire before them, Nimona ripped open the bag of marshmallows and promptly tossed one into her open mouth.

"One for me," she said with gummy words, and chucked one in his direction. It bounced off his nose and nearly hit the grass before he managed to snatch it and pop it in his mouth. "One for you. And..."

A third marshmallow went straight into the fire, bubbling and blackening into confectionary magma.

"One for the Phoenix."

Ballister took a moment to digest her words, along with his marshmallow.

"Never took you for the religious type." he said, carefully prodding her for a little more detail. Nimona shrugged.

"It's not religious. Just..."

"Old friends." A new voice crackled. Ballister stretched, at first expecting someone on the other side of the fire, before finally realizing it was the fire that had spoken. He squinted into the light, finally managing to make out a sort of sprite amid the flames. It shifted between human and birdlike shapes, as transient as the fire itself, and he watched tiny hands (or perhaps a beak?) dig into the molten marshmallow now dissolving into the firewood.

"Very old friends." Nimona agreed. She stuck the end of a stick into the fire, and Ballister watched the sprite... climb aboard? It crept along the edge of the stick as it blackened, finally dancing over Nimona's bare knuckles. She didn't seem to be in any pain. Somehow, though it didn't have much of a face, Ballister had the sense that the sprite was smiling.

"You're so little, Flick," Nimona mumbled, lifting her knuckles as if flipping a coin between them. The sprite darted between her fingers in a fluid sort of dance. Ballister imagined he'd get a similar effect from a pool of burning alcohol, though that still wasn't quite right. "What happened?"

"Time. And the drip-drip-dripping away of the magic in the world." the sprite replied, in the same small and sooty voice, "And... electric lights."

"Yeah..." Nimona said, with another broad and toothy grin, "That'll do it."

[talshiargirlfriend]

For some reason, I’m very intrigued by “Spy-ay-ay-ay.” Care to tell me more about it? 😄

WIP Ask post here I’d so glad you asked! As you know this began as a scene from an imaginary fake dating spy!T’Pol AU which I posted here a few months ago because there’s no way I’m going to write it, right? So I may as well just share the vibes. ✨

Let me tell you this shit has been telltale-hearting my ass since then. The vibes have started inviting plot bunnies. I am suffering.

There is now a nonzero chance I may actually try to write it. If someone holds my hand. 🥺

Anyway, here’s a snippet:

The four Vulcan members of the Technology Integration Team arrived right on time. No surprise there. 

What was surprising was that they were all wearing Starfleet jumpsuits with Vulcan insignia and rank pins. Apparently they were taking the integration concept on board for more than just warp technology.  That was promising. 

“Welcome! I’m Captain Matt Jefferies and this is my right hand man Commander Charles Tucker.”

Introductions were made. 

Captain Stenn seemed pretty typical of most Vulcans Trip had met if slightly more friendly. Subalterns T’Shel and Malik as well. 

And then there was 

“SubCommander T’Pol.” 

She had the same blunt cut bangs as her cohorts and dark hair that just brushed the collar of her jumpsuit.  Near the Vulcan rank pin there appeared to be a pair of reading glasses nestled in her front pocket.

 “It is agreeable to meet you, Commander Tucker.”

Trip took note of her slightly too-long jumpsuit sleeves rolled neatly at her wrists as she surprised him by transitioning fluidly from a ta’al to a handshake.

Her brown eyes were warm and her expression was open, as though maybe she really did find it agreeable to meet him. She had a firm grip and nice warm hands. Was it weird to think that about her hands? Nah, he was pretty sure that was a normal observation, even if he had been long-distance from his girlfriend a little too long…

“Likewise. But uh, you can call me Trip. My friends do.” 

T’Pol tilted her head in consideration, “Perhaps once we become friends.” There was a spark of mischief in her eyes. 

“All right, that’s fair. I’m gonna hold you to that,” he agreed with a lopsided grin as he released her hand. 

Everything about her put him at ease, which of course set alarm bells ringing in his mind.