#plot bunny up for adoption

[haphazardlyannotated]

Have a little AU that randomly appeared in my head during grocery shopping today.

Gideon has finally escaped from the Ninth. She's enlisting in the Cohort. Her photograph is being taken for her new recruit file!

Except the facial recognition thing alerts on her, and suddenly she's being locked in a cell on suspicion of being Commander Awake Remembrance Of These Valiant Dead.

Gideon is still trying to process the disbelief of going from one cell to another when the door opens and the actual freaking Saint of Duty walks in and tells her she's his daughter, which seems unlikely, but hey, they both have red hair and muscles, and more imortantly, Harrow is going to throw a fit when she hears about this, so nice to meet you, dad!

G1deon immediately takes his assumed child to meet Jod and his fellow Saints, which very quickly results in no more fellow Saints.

A very depressed Jod tries to play house as a family unit of what he calls "Daughter, godfather and god-father". Gideon almost wants to go back to the Ninth.

As Jod is seriously short on Lyctors now, he sends out the recruitment letters. Gideon, who has been traumatised seeing her dad stick hs tongue down the throat of the real life inspirations for her magazines, asks to be allowed to go supervise.

And so the Nine Houses receive letters informing them that their Emperor has a daughter and she's going to guide them all on the path to Lyctorhood!

Harrow, who isn't handling the loss of her codependent rival/crush very well is a devout daughter of her House is ecstatic at the chance to show Griddle that she DOESN'T need her restore her House to glory.

She arrives at Canaan House determined to prove that she doesn't think about Gideon at all the Ninth House is as proud and faithful as ever. Her skull paint is intricate. Her posture is regal. Her whole being is cloaked in an air of mystery. She will make a good impression on the sacred Crown Prince.

Her Divine Highness enters.

It's Gideon fucking Nav.

Only the combined efforts of all other House Heirs narrowly stops the Reverend Daughter of the Ninth House from strangling the Crown Prince.

Pyrrha Dve immediately begins to plan the wedding.

[queeoretician]

Oooh are we doing a TLT compsci AU?

Lemme take a bit of a different tack, based more on individual characters' vibes than specific fields of specialisation...

So Harrow is a secretive solo embedded systems hacker who works on some profoundly cursed shit that almost nobody knows about but everything in the world depends on. Writes everything in assembly, and has the intellectual machismo of a stereotypical Russian competitive programmer, but in a quiet way.

Gideon is a gamer jock who dreams of becoming an esports star. She constantly gives Harrow shit for having zero skill with a mouse and sucking at Starcraft.

Camilla and Palamedes are deep-fried backend/OS types; in my headcanon they're the ones with the heavy C and Unix expertise (but maybe that's just me projecting). Palamedes and Harrow can go at each other for hours upon hours arguing about security shit. The Sixth both play EVE like mega-nerds, but Cam is secretly also an absolute RTS fiend with APM like you've never seen.

I definitely agree with the flesh magic <-> web frontend correspondence; Ianthe has an unsavoury knowledge of old browser quirks but is also surprisingly deep on low-level network shit. Corona and Babs are both influencer types, with Corona doing the whole Elizabeth Holmes fraudulent-startup thing (Ianthe codes all of her dodgy demos) while Babs is a toxic pro MOBA player/streamer (pick a MOBA you dislike; I'm not here to flame specific fandoms xD).

Judith is a middle manager with mediocre technical skills who thinks she's entitled to boss everyone around because she has a semblance of a tech background; Marta is a strong generalist who is either well-respected or sorely underappreciated depending on who you ask.

It's a bit out of left field but I feel like Abigail would be some kind of multidisciplinary polymath with a specialisation in UX research or something like that - I imagine her doing some cool technical work that's informed by humanities stuff that some of the other necros look down on. Not sure what to make of Magnus. Maybe he's just everyone else's therapist? Goodness knows they need one (or more)...

I'm not sure what to make of the Fourth and Seventh, but the Eighth are definitely AI/singularity cultists.

With Jod and his disciples you probably get into drawing equivalences with specific real-world people, which I'm less enthusiastic about, but I love the idea of Pyrrha having millennia-old war stories about horrifying ancient tech that makes the kids ears bleed just to hear about...

Thank you for coming to my TED talk.

its hard to try and find a modern day equivalent to necromancy as a trade/job because i feel like the essentials of it have to be 1) niche 2) concerning at first to most, more popular in richer or legacy families 3) depending on the necromancy, actual construction of a sort 4) for harrowhark in particular, something that allows her to operate alone in a basement and without a ged. thus i have concluded that the best options for harrowharks job in 2023 are 1) computer science 2) mortician (family business) and 3) tumblrs very beloved chocolatier man amaury guichon

other additions from the notes: crime scene cleanup, old time chemist, amateur lepidopterist

[ayamari-no-goshi]

Plot bunny to be released: crack edition

Starting when Dick was Robin, it became a fun past time for the Birds to find a way to make an unplanned cameo in costume when movies were filming in Gotham.

Eventually, that started including walk-on roles in their public personas which started off as a dare between Dick and Jason. And after telling Bruce they were using it as practice for undercover work, it became more regular.

Move forward in time, the superhero persona cameos were still done, but walk-on roles had stopped after Jason’s death.

But when Tim and Steph were showing Cass a newly released movie filmed in Gotham, Tim briefly caught sight of a familiar teen believed to be dead. Not knowing what to make of it, he purposely made them watch them movie again.

This was how the family first found out Jason was no longer resting.

(In my brain, the cameo is when Jason was wandering the streets in a catatonic stupor)

[kimboo-york]

Never thought about this before and never seen it in fanfic but:

What if Madam Yu murdered Cangse Sanren and Wei Changze?

And further, what if the reason it took Jiang Fengman so long to find Wei Ying was because she had cast some kind of array to hide the boy in Yiling?

...that leaves the question of how the array got broken, eventually, but wow this sure would explain a lot of her anger about Wei Ying showing up on her doorstep.

(This is assuming that she was not so bloodthirsty as to kill a child; maybe she thought it would be poetic for CSSR's child to be a poor beggar his whole life, amounting to nothing? Then POOF there he is at Lotus Pier, showing up her own son...)

[apfelhalm]

#'für adam' lässt leo in seine widmung drucken#mehr für sich selbst als wirklich für adam#weil er nicht denkt dass adam überhaupt noch lebt#auch wenn ein teil von ihm das immer noch hofft#und vielleicht#vielleicht sieht er das buch irgendwo da draußen wo immer er auch ist#und schlägt es auf wenn er leos namen auf dem cover sieht#und adam tut genau das#in einer buchhandlung in berlin#zuerst denkt er er sieht nicht recht#dann fragt er sich wie viele leo hölzers es denn in deutschland geben mag#dann sieht er die widmung und weiß bescheid#er kauft das buch und liest es in 2 tagen durch#es ist ihre geschichte#mit geänderten namen und leicht abgewandelt#aber das sind sie: leo und adam#und der hauptcharakter ist unsterblich in seinen besten freund verliebt#hat sein verschwinden nie verwunden#adam nimmt sich urlaub und bucht noch am gleichen tag seine fahrt nach saarbrücken#als leos haustür aufgeht und der ihn ansieht wie einen geist verlässt ihn kurz der mut#aber dann lässt er die schultern sinken und sagt ganz leise#'ich hab dich vermisst'#schriftsteller AU anyone?

Widmungen, die das Leben schreibt.

[fire-eyed-raven]

A historical fantasy HashiMada AU where Senju are regular warrior clan but Uchiha are yokai clan with ability to turn into birds. So as normal people Senju are wary and not welcoming to yokai.

One day Hashirama finds a hawk with a broken wing in the forest and decides to take it home to help it recover.

Madara always was told not to interact with humans unless he has the upper hand or absolutely has to. But when he is stranded in the forest because of his broken wing a human with gentle hands decided to help him...

[ihni]

I just woke up (too early, on a Saturday) after having a dream. Billy and Steve were living in a big house controlled by an AI. The AI liked Steve, and was nice to him and took care of him etc - to the point of breaching the containment of the house and following him outside through various devices. It was always watching, always listening.

It did not, however, like Billy as much, which was quite obvious by the way he was treated when Steve wasn't around. Nothing too malicious (that far in the dream, at least), but it didn't work around him, refused to do what it was supposed to do, "malfunctioned" and didn't listen when he said for it to stop. He got annoyed, and then started getting hurt (just small things at this point, like getting his hand stuck in a door or have something open and push him when he passed). It was like the AI was jealous that Billy had Steve's attention and love, and was trying to push Billy out or drive him away.

It never did anything when Steve could see, and if Billy said something happened, the AI magically worked when Steve checked it out.

But it became more and more malicious with time. More violent. And Billy got more and more scared.

I don't know how it ended (a part of the house/AI burned it's way out through the fence, though, and left a trail of glowing, burning things after itself through the dark woods) but I know it was heading towards a final confrontation.

So yeah, sometimes I dream in basically-fully-formed movies.

[ohanny]

did i go insane today in the discord server and write our a long winded explanation to the exact kind of epic space opera saga pit babe fic i would write if i had the brains to execute? yes.

am i now overly attached to the idea of a space princess kim and the monstrous cyborg kenta he lovingly built from the mess tony left behind? YES.

[kitkatt0430]

So in deciding to bring over my fics from FFnet, I realized I finally had to face the problem (not really a problem, to be fair) of what to do about this other account I technically have on FFnet.

Why do I have a second account on FFnet? Well, originally it was not mine and I still don't really think of it as mine. Originally it belonged to a friend I had in late high school/most of college. She was my age? Maybe a year or so older, maybe a year or so younger, it was never clear. But we clicked online and wrote a fic together, attempted to write a few other fics together that did not get written, and I proofread a few things for her here and there. I think she did the same for me, but I dunno that I'd call any of it beta reading.

We had a lot of fun. I definitely don't regret co-writing the one fic we did manage to complete together and our writing styles were really similar so it all meshed really well, but all the things that went wrong behind the scenes - mostly coordination issues, though in retrospect she was clearly getting less and less interested in writing fic towards the end - made me realize I prefer writing fic solo. Thanks to how FFnet is set up, co-authors have to choose who publishes a fic and thus who gets the real ownership of the fic. And at the time, I let her have that control. I also contributed a few fics to her oneshot collection fics. But when she decided to leave writing fanfic behind...

Well, that could have turned out bad for me in that I could have lost control of my own writing entirely because she basically dropped off the face of the earth from my point of view. But she did something before that which I greatly appreciate - she handed off control of her account to me. Including the email account she'd created solely for fanfic purposes. Which... I had not realized was not her main email account so while on the one hand, I had access to all our shared writing (and a few stray emails from other people she'd bounced ideas off of)... it meant that I no longer had any way of contacting her because that email was how I contacted her.

But she wanted me to have control of our shared fics and while she requested I leave her fics alone beyond fixing any stray spelling errors... she also basically gave me cart blanche to take them down or move them should FFnet become inhospitable in the way we had seen other fanfic havens become.

Honestly, I got really lucky that she chose to do this. I'm really not sure how much was her looking ahead and how much was her just wanting to be done with fanfic writing. I'm just glad she did it.

But obviously with FFnet steadily declining and having decided to finally move all my old fics to Ao3/SquidgeWorld... that left me with the question of what to do with her account. I wanted to move over my fics that I either co-wrote with her or contributed to her collection fics, but I didn't want to leave her fics behind or lose that co-author credit for her.

I think I'd hoped at some point she'd reappear but... *shrug* she hasn't. Adding her works to my Ao3 account under a pseud didn't feel right since, ya know, she's not me and her works that I didn't cowrite aren't mine. So I've spun up an account to move her stuff to and moved almost all her solo written fics there already.

It's been bittersweet going through all her old fics because it brings back half-forgotten memories of messaging on gmail and remembering which of these fics I did spelling/grammar edits for her on and going back and forth on shared gdocs over the plot for our FF8 fic and the fun we had trying to put Nathan Stark back into Eureka after he was killed off. But it also brings back how sad I felt when our friendship ended - it felt very abrupt to me but in hindsight there was a lot going on for her that she just wasn't sharing with me. Which was fair, we never met in the real world or knew each others real names. I hope she's okay and happy. And i do wonder sometimes if she ever returned to writing fanfic under a different name. If she has, she hasn't reached out to me about it.

Overall I'm glad I can preserve her fics and the reminder they are of a friendship that was, at the time, very important to me. But it was definitely something I had to think long and hard about how to handle.

[darthpastry]

My brain is so stuck on plopping FNaF characters into the circus for no reason. I have so many wips and plot bunnies already and I do NOT need to have all of these The Greatest Showman and The Amazing Digital Circus crossover thoughts. Send help.

[haphazardlyannotated]

I wonder what would have happened if Corona had pulled an Alfred the second she found out what Lyctorhood entails.

For one thing, Silas might not fight Ianthe if she's found crying and screaming over her sister's suicide rather than smug about the murder of her cavalier, though that probably just buys him thirty minutes until he attempts to duel Cytherea instead.

RIP mayonnaise boy, you were never going to make it out of this book alive.

I'm not sure Ianthe can even pull herself together enough to fight Cytherea in this timeline. She might just survive on the other end of Canaan House as Cytherea's blind spot while Gideon once again throws herself on a fence.

So as a result we get two insane girls performing lobotomies on each other to save the person who has defined their whole life.

Ianthe's fake past, ironically, probably has her as the darling admired golden only child of Ida. She keeps catching herself being instinctively sneaky and wondering where the hell that impulse is coming from, since she's always reveled in the spotlight (right?) before being distracted by seizures.

Both of the new Saints spend most of their time bleeding from their ears, giving nonsensical replies to every question they're asked, and generally acting like lunatics.

Mercymorn takes it as proof that trying to recruit these infants was a mistake from the start. "Look at them, John!! One of them keeps having seizures if I so much as mention Gideon and the other passes out at the sight of her own reflection!! I should have known this whole idea was a mistake from the start!! Children as fists!! Infants as gestures!! Yuck!!! Pfaugh!!!"

But hey, at least Ianthe gets to keep both of her arms.

[eddys-plot-shop]

Camila Mendes (Regina’s daughter) + Ruby Lucas (Once Upon a Time)

Name: Raina Mills

Myers Briggs Type: ESTJ

Occupation: Town Treasurer

Quote: "I was born to rule, and my mother instilled in me all the skills to make sure I could lead effectively."

Fic Title: Ahead Of The Pack

Plot Summary: Though she’s always been evasive about who Raina's father is, Regina has taught her daughter everything she knows in order for her not to make the same mistakes she did. It appears Raina has turned out for the better because of these lessons, becoming a bright young woman who is active in Storybrooke's community and makes friends wherever she goes. She’s even seeing Ruby, which her mother seems to be fine with, though that comes as a bit of a surprise to Raina. But when the curse ends, Raina will have to adjust to a whole new side of the town and the people that she thought she knew so well.

Extras: If she were to be included in season 7's Hyperion Heights, then her cursed persona would be Renee Washington and she’d be a server/dishwasher/cleaner at Roni's bar, and Ruby would be a rival bar owner (called Lone Wolf) that Roni hates, but whom Raina is friends with, putting Renee right in between the two, ensuring she’d have to pick a side. Lose her boss/mother, or lose her friend/girlfriend.

[miles-of-heart]

Madam Lan was framed.

The only one to believe her is Cangse Sanren, who eventually uncovers the truth. But just before she can reveal the evidence that will prove her friend's innocence, Cangse Sanren and her husband are killed in a "nighthunt accident."

Anyway that's my headcanon of the week: It's all connected.

[luckybyler]

Byler fanfic prompt: The Party's playing Gay Chicken in the basement and it's Mike and Will's turn.

[lendmyboyfriendahand]

The dream I had last night was very Silmarilion

I was Curufin's wife, a Noldo. I had lived with him in Beleriand and fought by his side, but was reborn in Valinor long before him.

Using the precedent "if your spouse is dead forever, you can remarry" and the Oath and the Doom, I married Lalwen.

I became the leader of the Feanorian followers in Tirion, with Feanor and all his sons dead. (I'm not sure where Celebrimbor was - probably this was before the fall of Eregion as I, his mother, wasn't stressed about it?)

I was aware that my husband and his brothers had done some bad things, but given how much they had to fight Morgoth I wasn't interested in hearing the arguments again. I had fought beside them and loved Curufin until the end, and the debates about whether he was evil were by now extremely repetitive and I refused to engage.

One day, I got word that Maedhros would soon be reborn. (Some people were returned as infants and some as adults. I had been paying careful attention to any red-headed babies, which had been numerous in the past few years.) I was worried that he would start a riot if the Feanorian followers found out about his return, and they might even advocate for him to be king. I had spent the last several centuries gaining political power and using it to advocate for my people, and I wasn't about to let some charismatic prince take it away in one afternoon. (He would legitimately be worse at it initially, without the context of present day Valinor, and that would lead to the Feanorian contingent getting less benefits from the city council. But also I loved power.)

So I arranged for most of the Feanorian followers to be out of the city that day. I don't remember what the excuse was, but it wasn't a threat, and it worked.

So when Maedhros ride into town accompanied by all his brothers (surprise!), it was to half the houses empty and dark.

I told Maedhros to his face that he couldn't just walk in and expect to be followed. Sure, he had done a lot for people, and many of us owed our lives to him. But he was not king anymore, and just as many of us had died for him.

My wife stood by my side to support me during this.

[solxamber]

request idea, (sry u have another idia one); idia adopts a cat (somehow), yuu brings grim over bc adeuce cant watch him at that time and whille yuu games with idia, the cats fight eachother over who is the better cat (kinda like how lucius and grim get into fights/the lilo and stitch event) and yuu and idia have to somehow break up the fight 😭😭

Grim vs Cat (Idia x reader)

hi! thanks for the request, i love it, and had so much fun writing it. and I always welcome idia requests!

Idia wasn’t really a “people person.” But cats? That was a whole different story. He had always wanted a cat, and now, somehow, despite the chaotic nature of his life, he finally had one. A sleek, intelligent little creature that glared at you with calculating eyes from its perch on his desk. It was the ultimate dream for Idia—now if only he could get his cat to stop starting turf wars.

Grim, as expected, was not thrilled.

Ace and Deuce were unavailable for Grim-sitting duties, which is how you ended up in Idia’s room, controller in hand, while Grim sulked on one side of you and Idia’s cat, smug as anything, lounged on the other. The air between the two was thick with tension, like a battle waiting to happen.

Idia, meanwhile, was all too happy. “Isn’t he the best?” he gushed for the 50th time, scratching the cat behind its ears. “I’m telling you, cats are, like, the ultimate companions—super chill but totally awesome. And, uh, I might’ve installed a motion tracker in his collar, just in case.”

Grim’s eyes narrowed into slits. “Ultimate companions? Excuse me? I’m the ultimate companion, thank you very much. That furball couldn’t fight a dust bunny.”

Idia’s cat, clearly picking up on the vibe, casually hopped off the desk and rubbed against your legs. Grim’s fur bristled, his whole body tensing as if ready to pounce.

You sighed, already seeing where this was going. “Grim, don’t start.”

Grim ignored you, his eyes locked on the smug feline. “I’m not starting anything. But if he wants a challenge, I’ll gladly show him who’s boss!”

The cat, as if sensing the growing tension, decided to up the ante. It rubbed against your leg once more, then hopped into your lap, purring loudly. Grim’s outrage reached new heights.

“YOU TRAITOR! HOW COULD YOU LET THAT THING SIT ON YOU?”

“Hey, hey, calm down,” you said, gently petting the cat, which only seemed to make Grim angrier. “It’s just a cat, Grim.”

Idia, who had been watching with wide-eyed fascination, was practically vibrating with joy. “Look at that! He’s making himself at home! This is amazing!” He leaned forward, practically giddy as he watched his cat settle comfortably. “He’s so smart. It’s like he knows how to get to Grim.”

Grim growled, puffing up like a furious little balloon. “Oh, he knows all right! He’s trying to make me look bad!”

Before you could respond, Grim lunged, claws out, ready to defend his honor. And just like that, chaos erupted. The two were a blur of fur, hisses, and screeches, rolling across the floor in what could only be described as an epic showdown.

“Hey! Break it up!” you shouted, scrambling to separate them. But they were too quick—Grim yowling like a demon, and the cat swatting at him with a smug look on its face, like it was bored with the entire ordeal.

Idia was frozen, controller still in hand. “Um... do we... like, call an adult or something?”

You grabbed Grim by the scruff and hoisted him into the air, glaring at him while he squirmed. “Stop picking fights with a cat, Grim. This is embarrassing for all of us.”

“That cat... is mocking me! Mocking me, I tell you!”

You held him up to eye level, exasperated. “Grim, it’s a cat. It’s not plotting your downfall.”

Grim bared his teeth. “Oh, it’s plotting. I can see it in his beady little eyes. He thinks he’s better than me. No one is better than me!”

Idia’s cat, now lounging on the bed like nothing had happened, gave a slow blink and yawned. It might as well have been a victory lap.

Idia, clutching his controller in defeat, sighed. “Maybe the cat’s, like... asserting dominance? I’ve read about this. It’s like a... mini-boss battle for cats, right?”

You rolled your eyes, still holding Grim as he simmered in your arms. “It’s not a dungeon raid, Idia.”

By the time the dust settled and Grim begrudgingly agreed to stop trying to “end” the cat, you found yourself back in the world of gaming, though Grim kept casting dark, suspicious glances toward Idia’s cat, who was now curled up in your lap, purring like it had won some grand prize.

Idia, still petting the cat every few minutes, was over the moon. “I think this went pretty well, all things considered. Cats are, like, totally zen, right? So peaceful... when they’re not... you know... fighting.”

Grim huffed from the corner, clearly not over it. “Yeah, zen. Right.”

Hours later, back in the relative safety of Ramshackle, Grim was still sulking. “You betrayed me, you know. Petting that stupid cat like it’s some sort of prince. You’re supposed to be on my side.”

You crouched down to his level, giving him a fond scratch behind the ears. “You’re my best friend, Grim. Always have been. No cat could ever replace you.”

Grim puffed out his chest a little, the sulk fading ever so slightly. “Well... good. Just don’t go getting any ideas. Cats... ugh.”

You smiled, ruffling his fur. “No worries, buddy. You’re irreplaceable.”

And that seemed to be enough—for now.

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