#possible fic?

[thegnomelord]

Soooo I was going through my old drafts and I found some really weird au where the reader is some kind of ancient forest god and bc of the zombie apocalypse you end up with your own lil cult consisting of the 141 + vaqueros. Would ya'll want me to revisit it?

Here's the tldr past me made

And here's some screenshots that would most deffo be up for change/rewrite if I came back to it.

[moonysreid]

melissa: hun, why have you got an inflatable axe?

you, excitedly handing it to melissa: it’s for you!

melissa, grinning: this is why i like you

*you watch as she calmly walks down the hall, the inflatable axe slung over her shoulder*

her face when the firefighter took her axe away :(

[bluuedraws]

If I were to write a Desert Duo fanfic, would anyone read it? I’ve gotten into a lot of those recently, and just reading them can’t contain my brain rot XD

I’ll probably write one no matter what, but I’m curious if I should post it here.

[regaliasonata]

Some ideas for RPM if it had up to 50 episodes, probably exploration outside the dome or seeing surviving rangers but one cool idea I had

Imagine a three parter called “Enigma”

When finding old records of Alphabet Soup, Venjix finds a prototype android, humanoid and similar in likeness to Dillon and Tenaya’s robotic makeup. The overall culmination of dread and deathly thoughts pulled together through humanity has followed to Corinth and the memories of the past world amplify it through the grid(similar to the popular Jung Theory of a collective unconscious that humanity is connected to).

These memories and dark feelings tap into the bioenergy of the grid and flow together into the android, the bot is named Subject-R4 or well goes by Azrin. We can refer to this Venjix bot as the grim reaper of sorts, the name is based on a few things. Azrin is short for Azrael being the angel of death and R4 here stands for Rust-4(Rist being a state of decay for industrial factors, similar to humanity being toppled in this verse, and in many cultures number four is associated with death)

Azrin’s form has some influences from various figures of death within media but I’d say some always I’d take would be Rio from Agatha All Along and maybe Stacey from Zenkaiger. Perhaps the human based on him might’ve been an Alphabet Soup test subject, Venjix form maybe a skull mask and cool cloak connected to mechanical aspects(a cool skeletal theme). His weapon is a scythe of course but also with the powers he has, I’d say mist and darkness also weigh in.

The idea is that Azrin is tasked with weighing down Corinth as a whole, with energy from the grid he sees everything and can feel the emotions of people. So his powers rely on reviving old memories, even concepts connected to said memories, examples being Scott’s brother, Ziggy’s past associates or relatives, for Dr. K it’s an army of people that Venjix murdered, etc, just imagine his entrance with most filling the city with deafening silence and you see the dude sitting on a throne of skulls👀😈

And with this the dread keeps spreading until it starts to rot out Corinth from the inside, the way to defeat Azrin might be more of a method of accepting the losses, find a away to get rid of the android’s own apathy towards the world and instead turn the threat into Venjix. Like if after they defeat Azrin he ends up fading by his powers form the bio energy connect to the hope and dreams embedded in humanity, thus helping the world to grow more plants or even sprout life again.

Would be a stretch but an alternate ending for the season where maybe his powers seep to Dr. K and with her own regrets and dreams they end up reviving everyone that was lost from Venjix. Still having a long road of rebuilding the world but everyone is back and ready to start over.

A little much but it had me thinking ngl, makes me wonder what other episode ideas you guys have but do tell me your thoughts?

@themundanemudperson @aurora-boreas-borealis @skyland2703

[achickennamedcheese]

How would y' all feel if I wrote a short fic on Spidey-Bloodmoon

I'd draw a comic instead but my motivation to draw is fucked rn

[justraph]

Im in Austria and did an 8 hour hike yesterday. I’m so gonna write about some angsty fic.

[sarroora]

Oh, I'm glad somebody else noticed that Dibble calls Top Cat "T.C." quite a few times, and the intro makes it obvious that 'close friends' get to call him that. I would so love to know how and when it came about that Dibble was 'allowed' to call him that and Top Cat just didn't mind it. I might explore it in my fic!

DO IT. DO IT. DO IT

This fandom desperately needs more fics

[wileycap]

AITA for striking my (M43) son (M20) when he rejected me as his father?

I understand that the title might have you thinking the worst, but please hear me out.

I didn't have a relationship with my son for basically all his life. This was due to my circumstances at the time: I went through a major personal tragedy and was severely injured, to the point of being on life support. To this day I have a lot of issues with my health.

I recently reconnected with my son. I immediately invited him to meet my boss (M92), in hopes that I could set him up with a job opportunity. I feel that this is significant. As far as I know, my son has been working in menial jobs in agriculture, but then apparently chose to leave that life and - to my shock - join a criminal syndicate.

I felt as if getting a good government job would be a way to turn over a new leaf in his life, especially given his past. However, he immediately became combative. I attempted to give him some guidance in managing his emotions, but he rejected that as well.

I'm sad to say that the argument became physical. Some blows were exchanged, but in the end, I was angry enough to strike him. I immediately felt very bad, and decided to offer him the government job on the spot. He rejected me again, and chose to leave very abruptly. I haven't had any contact with him since.

So, AITA?

Edit: Yes, I admit that to call it striking him was an understatement. To clarify, I cut off his hand.

Edit: However, I feel like it should be stated that I myself am a quadruple amputee and we have excellent healthcare.

Edit: I did not immediately identify myself as his father when we met. I think this was my mistake. I think he would have been much more receptive of my message had I done so. As it stands I only told him of our relationship after I had struck him.

Edit: My wife is not in the picture. To my knowledge she passed before his birth.

[milktrician]

(what the. who threw a wife plot device in the middle of a peak lord meeting)

i thought about this bit at the end of the airplane extras the other day. bro why are you looking at your coworkers like that rn

[bvrtysbvtches]

ok but i need to know if marie actually sent dean those fic links

[frownyalfred]

Us Batfamily fic writers need to get even more creative with the kind of tech the Bats use on patrol. I’m talking like ascending/descending tones in their earpieces to indicate incoming hostiles or attacks. Sensors and biometrics in the armor with read-outs in their lenses. Little metal clips attached to their back molars so they can engage comms or other tech hands free by clicking their teeth together a certain way. Gloves that lock a certain way depending on how the fingers are positioned so they can activate their gauntlets for a fall/slide. Magnetic soles to their boots that engage with a certain click command. Implants they can trigger by holding their breath long enough to indicate they need a rescue. Etc.

[resu-w-ana]

The servants!!

[alice-everafter]

"Stop moving around, herbivore."

The otherwise heavy silence is broken by Leona's deep timber of a voice. Rolling onto your back puts you in line of sight of his bed, where you can see the Savanna prince half covered in sheets you couldn't even afford to breathe on. He's facing away from you, barely moving. If he hadn't just spoken you'd assume he was dead or something.

"I could hear your squirming from half way across campus. Settle down or get out, you're disturbing my sleep."

"...Sorry." Your throat twinges with the faint reminder of how you got to sleep in the dorm room of Leona Kingscholar in the first place.

After being so rudely ejected from your beloved Ramshackle home on such short notice, possible sleeping arrangements were few and far between. Now, you could've taken Ace and Deuce up on their offer, but Jack was... he was Jack. And only Jack could convince you to stay in Savanaclaw. But, then Leona had to come and say no, and then you panicked cause you saw yourself and Grim on the street. And that panic plus the sleep deprivation from finals lead you to perform your own rendition of "Cotton Eye Joe" outside his bedroom out of sheer desperation.

You didn't even get to the second verse before he bodily dragged you inside with a growl that had you accepting death like an unspoken principle.

The room was once again blanketed in a thick silence. Grim, who slept by your feet, didn't even make a peep. Banging those pots around while providing you backing vocals must've taken it out of him. Poor guy. Out of anyone in this room, he's the one you'd feel the most bad for disturbing.

So, with a sigh, you accept your fate and get up from your collection of floor blankets. Your destination being one of the Savanaclaw couches.

You knew your mind, you wouldn't be sleeping for a while. There was just... too much. Azul and his contracts, Jade and Floyd and their sharp teeth, Leona and his eyes. The ones that once looked at you like you were vermin to crush through the haze of a raging sandstorm. While Ruggie batted and kicked and cried for breath. And you swore his eyes had glazed over as he fell limp and━

"Hey."

You stop, both bodily and mentally, as his voice once again breaks the silence. There's a cold sweat you didn't notice gathering on your back. You turn to find him staring at you with those same green eyes. You can't tell if he's searching for something in you or debating heavily with himself. But, whatever it is, it isn't for long before he seems to come to a conclusion with a rumbling sigh.

"Come here."

What. "What."

"You heard me, come here."

To say you were conflicted would be the understatement of the century. You had just been spiraling not even 30 seconds ago and now the object of your trauma was beckoning you closer like the parent to your distressed child.

"I don't have all day, herbivore. You coming or not?"

"...It's night."

"..."

"..."

"Just get over here before I change my mind."

"Right."

He heaves another grumbling sigh as you shuffle across the room. Stood next to his bed gives you a view reminiscent of that time in the greenhouse. Him, splayed across his bed, hair cascading over his pillows. While you're stock still and more than a bit puzzled and kind of scared. Even though you're looking down on him, you don't feel like you have the advantage that you should. He looks almost too calm, too relaxed. Like he's assured of a victory yet to come.

That thought sends a chill up your spine, reminding you of the sweat that persists on your back.

"Well?" He raises a brow expectantly.

You blink, "well, what?"

"Are you laying down or what?"

"...Am I laying down or what?"

"Need me to spell it out for you? Or should I help you into bed?"

"Not necessary."

You don't know what possesses you━whether it's self preservation or annoyance or curiosity or just straight madness━but you get in. You pull back those luxurious sheets and slide beneath them where you're immediately accosted by warmth. Heat seems to be radiating from him like a fire.

The revelation is... not an unpleasant one.

You realize he's still staring at you. But, not intently, not like he's trying to pry a secret from you. Leona never looks at anyone like he means to take their person apart. He simply observes and acknowledges, anyone and anything.

"Think you can finally go to bed and stop flopping around like a dead fish?"

"...Haven't I dealt with enough fish today? And now you bring them up in Savanaclaw of all places. Is no where safe?"

You're surprised when his brows pinch in amusement and a short but gruff chuckle leaves his lips.

"My bad then, for touching on such a tender topic."

"Yeah, your bad indeed."

No one says anything else afterward and he seems to take that as an invitation to turn onto his back. Letting out a deep breath through his nose while nestling an arm behind his head, eyes sliding shut.

Somewhere between you climbing into his bed and him settling down to sleep, the sweat has cooled off your skin. Not to mention the sudden heaviness dragging at your eyelids. Seems that you would be able to sleep some after all.

You turn away and towards the open balcony, towards the spot where you had once laid and Grim continues to snooze. The moon lights up the room, and though it's not the sun, it still feels just as warm somehow.

Speaking of warm, there's a heater pressed to your back. Scratch that, Leona is pressed to your back. And that's his arm, sliding over your hip and resting draped over your side.

It feels like the world hiccups when you feel his next breath puff against your hair. But, surprisingly enough, you're not shaking in your metaphorical boots. Just... very confused, once again.

"...Is this supposed to be punishment for 'Cotton Eye Joe?'"

He says nothing at first, and you begin to fear for your safety before he eventually does.

"Whatever helps put you to bed faster."

That arm over your side moves before you feel his hand settle atop your collarbone. Those same hands that had once brought ruin and pain were now just a small brush away from your neck.

This should terrify you, but it doesn't. Because he's gentle in this moment. His arm isn't an insistent press, it's a steady weight. His hand isn't a branding clasp, it's a soft touch.

There are words left unsaid between you two that his body seems to carry instead. And you drift off with the feeling of his tail draping over your ankles beneath the sheets.

[i-need-of-a-hobby]

”james potter has a praise kink-“

COWARDS. james potter has jake peralta levels of masochism.

regulus-became-a-death-eater-to-appease-his-parents-black has a praise kink.

[keferon]

OKAY OH MY GOD THIS FIC IS GREAT I HAVE ONLY READ THREE AND A HALF CHAPTERS AND IM ALREADY IN LOVE

I originally wanted to make both of these pieces in color but I’m gonna be honest I have no fucking idea how to draw Ricochet…he is described as black and red and…mmhhmmm does he have canonical (canonical for this fic I mean) design? Do I need to design him myself? Idk I’ll figure this out later

[ghost-bxrd]

Prompt:

Jason hacks into Bruce’s comm when it becomes apparent that he cannot be trusted to keep his birds safe.

Whenever either Tim or Dick are in danger and Batman is nowhere in sight, Jason switches on his side of the audio line to provide mildly ominous commentary.

Bruce is sure his dead kid is haunting him.