#self indulgent idea obviously

[kristannafever]

Wait in the Truck

Kristanna Modern AU - ONESHOT Rated: EX (for theme) WC: 2175

I love the song "Wait in the Truck" by HARDY so I was inspired to stick my otp in this little oneshot

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Pounding rain obscured his view through windshield, the furious wiper blades barely able to keep up.   The dark, unfamiliar country roads had him driving slower, trying to navigate his way.  A while down the road, he had come to the conclusion that he had made a wrong turn somewhere.

He was lost.

A string of curses under his breath with a heavily furrowed brow, he continued, watching every street sign until he finally saw one pointing his way to a town.  Taking the turn, he aimed to see if it was one big enough for a motel for him to wait out the night.   If not, he’d continue on. 

Lightning lit up the sky, blinding white against the darkness beyond.  The thunder followed a second later, rumbling deep in his chest as he rolled along the unmarked road.  If this town was big enough for him to find somewhere to stay, it would be a miracle. 

Two miles later, headed due east, the lights of the town were shimmering.  Lighting and thunder continued in the fashion of violent summer storms.  He passed the first four-way intersection and was half way to the second when something darted in front of his truck; a flash in his headlights that stopped dead in front of him.

Both feet hammered on the brake, his shoulders jacking back against the bench seat with his arms straight as if that could somehow make the truck stop faster.   A breathless moment later, he was stopped, staring at a woman… soaked, bloody and beaten.  Her eyes were filled with terror and panic, brining an immediate response.  He threw the door open and ran out.

She shrunk back as he approached, making him pause and appraise her further.  One eye, red, blue and swollen shut.  A torn shirt, streaked with blood.  No leggings or hose under her skirt.  No shoes, her feet bare and cut up.  His teeth clenched to think what he would see underneath what she was wearing.

“Climb in,” he said, gesturing with his hand to the other side of his truck.  His shirt was quickly becoming drenched in the pounding rain.  He could not imagine how cold she must be.  How long had she been running…

She eyed him a moment, wide confused gaze…

“It’s okay,” he said more gently.  “I will help you.  Climb in.”

Then she blinked, and her whole body shivered as she wrapped her arms around herself.   A second to appraise him again, and she nodded. 

Back in his drivers seat she shivered away beside him.  He reached behind the bench and grabbed a spare coat and a blanket, and held them out to her.  She took them with shaking hands, her eyes darting from what she was taking to the floor and back.  Those eyes, with deep bags… the subtle scars on her delicate skin… one by the corner of her lip and another on the chin.  There was absolutely no need to ask her what had been happening.  He knew.

White hot rage simmered up in his soul.  He quickly glanced at her again.  Red hair that was barely in braids anymore.  Blue, red-rimmed eyes.  Button nose, freckles… small.  She was so small.  His knuckles turned white as he gripped the steering wheel. 

He threw the truck in drive, and with the foot still on the brake, looked at her.  After a second, she met his gaze. 

“Where is he?”

She blinked, contemplating.

“Where?” he prodded gently.

Timidly, she told him.

Kristoff put his foot on the gas without hesitation.  He was on mission now.

Not a minute later he was pulling up to a double wide, glancing at his passenger.  She was crying.  His hurt wrenched further.

“Wait in the truck,” he uttered, his voice low.  She whimpered in response.  “Just wait in the truck,” he said, louder.

Stomping to the door he let the rage out of the cage he’d barely been containing it in.  He balled up a fist slammed it against it.  Slamming, slamming, slamming… going unanswered.

The world went red and he leaned back, brought his foot up, and kicked in the door with one savage thrust.  The occupant, ready and waiting, fired. 

Searing hot pain exploded in his shoulder.  He ignored it, trudging in to find a rat faced man with a revolver in his outstretched arm. 

He was shaking.

Undeterred, Kristoff surged forward, darting a wild shot, and when he was close enough, knocking the gun out of his hand and landing an upper cut to the man’s jaw.  He collapsed onto the floor, unable to protect his face for how hard he’d been hit.  It didn’t matter.  Kristoff started beating him.

He wasn’t sure what made him stop.  Perhaps it was the blood that coated his hands.  Maybe he was just tired.  Either way, the damage had been done.  No doubt the shot had been heard.  The only thing to do now was wait.

He stood and went to the kitchen, grabbing a towel hanging on the stove handle and wiping his hands with it as he looked around.  On the edge of the counter by the kitchen entrance he spotted a pack of smokes.  It had been nearly two years, but if there was a night to indulge, it was this one.

Sauntering on to the deck he looked at the cab of his truck.  Her wide, wet eyes appraised him, and he nodded once, letting her know.  She broke down again and disappeared, likely having laid her head down to where he normally sat.

With steady hands he lit a smoke and sat on the top of the stairs.  He waited.  Half way through the cigarette, the sirens blared in the distance.  They came screeching up and he didn’t bother with formalities.  He stood, crushed the smoke with his boot, and kneeled on the ground while he put his hands behind his head.  

A moment later he was pushed face first to the ground and cuffed.

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Not a day went by where Anna didn’t thank God for who he had sent.  He wasn’t an angel.  He was her Savior.   

The trial had been vehement.  In one corner, the family who defended the man who beat her mercilessly.  On the other, her, and the man who’d beat her tormentor so badly he would likely never make it off of life support.  Regardless of the bullet that had been dug out of his shoulder and the documented torture her body, he was sentenced to six years. 

Anna’s heart fell when the judge read that sentence.  In her mind he didn’t deserve any of it.  He didn’t even know her.  She was a stranger in a strange town and he had helped her.  No!  Saved her.  For she had no way of getting out had it not have been for him.  When she realized what he was facing for her, she broke down in the courtroom.

Through the trial she had come to learn his name.  It suited him.  Anna decided something right then and there, crying for a man she did now know.  As soon as she was done getting her life back together, for the next six years, she was not going to go a week without seeing him, or a day without writing to him.   

And she kept her promise.  In fact, she’d come to see him so much more as the time drew on, even abandoning the letters for how much she was talking to him in person.  And it became very apparent very quickly that he was incredible.  It was two years into his sentence that she realized she was in love with him.

The next week she told him, and his sad smile gave her pause.  “This is not what I wanted for you, Anna.  I was kind of hoping you’d leave.  Get out while the getting is good.”

“Don’t you see?  I can’t do that with you in here.  For what you did to save me.”

“I didn’t save you, Anna,” he said, eyes cast down.  “I brutally beat a man to death.”

Anna gulped.  She didn’t know it had made it back to him that her ex had eventually been taken off life support as decided by his family, and passed away.  Although she should not be surprised.  It was just something she hoped to never think on again.  Ever.  How can you measure the kind of sacrifice that this man had made for someone he didn’t know from hole in the ground. 

“Get out, Anna,” he whispered, his eyes sad, then he hung up the phone and left without giving her another glance.

She went the next day and he refused to see her.  The same for the day after that, and then the one after that.  Frustrated, Anna took pen to paper again.

She poured her heart out in ten pages, back and front.  Without a second thought or worry about reading what she’d admitted, she sealed the letter in an envelope, slapped a stamp on it, and shoved it in the mail box. 

A week later, he finally agreed to see her. 

She waited eagerly, knees bouncing up and down in her favorite sun dress, until he sat across from her and her body went ridged with fear.  His hallowed eyes, one almost swollen shut, took her in with a fatigue that she could not imagine.

“Are you okay?” she whispered, unable to hold back the tears. 

“I am,” he said, looking into her eyes.  “Just a tough week.”

Her chest started to heave at the thoughts of what he might have gone trough and she tried to hold the sobs at bay.  Incdedibly, the corner of his mouth turned up in a ghost of a smile. 

“Don’t worry, Anna,” he whispered.  “I am more formidable in here than you think.”  He winked with his good eye. 

She didn’t smile, catching up on what he was laying down.  He was doing whatever he had to and she was not going to ruin that in any way shape or form.   Oh how unfair it was that she was going to have to wait four more years to know what is was like to hug him.  To hold him close and to smell him.  To kiss him. 

It didn’t matter what he thought or what he said.  She was in love with him, and she knew damn well beyond a shadow of a doubt he was in love with her. 

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At first it was the clarity to her eyes that caught him off guard.  It was a month in the hole before he was told he had a visitor.  While he’d been hoping, he held on to the belief that it wasn’t her.   

And yet it was. 

Those eyes… wide, bright, blue… unmarred except for the faint scars on her unbelievable soft looking, gorgeous skin… he smiled for the first time in a month.  These eyes held a future.  These eyes he was gazing into held so much life in them, that it tightened his throat to see someone freed from a place they were falsely imprisoned in. 

Being inside was rough.  More than rough, but not as rough as the place he’d sent that bastard to.  And he’d had his own troubling thoughts about what he had done.  Until he looked into her eyes that day.  After that, there was not a single part of him that found any remorse.

It carried him through.  It was his inspiration during his time, keeping himself safe, looking out for those who couldn’t defend themselves, earning the respect of more than one person who he initially thought was going to kill him.  In the end, it was her eyes, full of hope, that saved him.

The day finally came, and he took it in with shattered nerves until he was marched outside with all his things… the clothes he’d been wearing, his watch, wallet and pocket change, including the lucky silver dollar; the only thing the bassinette besides him that had been dropped off at the orphanage.  When the sun hit his skin as a free man, he closed his eyes and felt the weight of his imprisonment lift off of his soul.

She was waiting there for him, of course.  Heartbreaking smile, freckle kissed face, in her favorite pink sun-dress, her hair twisted into her trademark braids, and he finally had to admit to his tortured heart that, fuck, he was in love with her too.

He stopped in front of her and smile down, looking into those eyes.  Wow, they were more amazing in the sunlight than he ever could have imagined.  A smile stretched out on his face.  “So, what now?” he asked.

“Now,” she grinned wider, “we go on our first date.”

He could not help but grin back.  He climbed into the passenger side of her car, content for her to take him wherever she wanted to go.  He’d thrown away his life for this woman, and she was going to give him a new and better one, of that he had no doubt.

[weirdnerdygoat]

v self indulgent dirk strider fanart!!! :3

alt version (TW: SELF HARM)

[hilacopter]

Hatchetfield Pokémon trainers AU where Pete Ruth and Richie have a starter trio thank you and good day

[winnies-wonderland]

hey, baby, can you come here for a sec? nonono you’re not in trouble, i promise. its just.. you’ve been really busy lately and.. i wanted to give you a break. yeah, come ‘ere.

i built us a pillow fort, do you wanna play together? or we can watch something. whatever you’d like. i brought your binky as well!

oh sweetheart, don’t worry about work right now- we can take care of it later, okay? now come on, we can play mario party! yes bud, of course we can do team mode. and i brought your favorite snacks!

[tariah23]

It’s about that time to rewatch or reread yyh because

Of

Course

[sidesteppostinghours]

pulps law is that whenever i get insane enough about something, i will inevitably attempt to make a persona 5 au, regardless of whether or not i am successful at it.

[sysig]

What your fave says about you: Sona/Undertale edition (Patreon)

[sonjuponju]

going to an art school for two semesters and it costs over 4k. terrified to tell my dad

[embersofhope-if]

I am so smitten with creon. every new little fucked up thing we get about them is another heart I add beside their name in my little diary

when i tell you i created them purely for self indulgence im not lying. so i support you 100%

[aesadraws]

I really really reaaaaally really don't need to add another WIP to my pile.... But I also deeply crave a XVI pirate AU where I throw Balthier from XII at the Valisthea crew just to see what happens.

[tryingthisfangirlthing]

@purlturtle replied to your post:

If I may, could you tell me more about Ghost Helena/Myka and Bering/Wells Myka figures out she's bi ?

Heh, you picked two of the rather bare-bones snippets. I'm pretty sure I came up with these when I was still a fandom baby and was mostly just remixing ideas from other people.

Ghost Helena/Myka

This one is... seriously just the vaguest of outlines. Probably to some degree subconsciously inspired by @tantedrago's Transient. Oh, and 2020 quarantine.

Myka has never believed in fate, or ghosts. She's not that kind of superstitious. But it was certainly serendipitous that she closed the deal on this place only weeks before the pandemic lockdown orders hit. It means she has plenty of time and opportunity to get settled in.

The boarded-off alcove in the attic is certainly strange, especially when she finds someone had sealed several leather-bound first editions and a pristinely preserved antique writing desk inside. The previous owners insist they know nothing, and anything in the house is hers. Moving it down to her newly-christened home office will have to wait, but she's drawn to that piece and its little alcove nonetheless.

Then the notes start appearing...

Myka has some company for quarantine of the noncorporeal kind. Helena has some issues that need working through, among them the death of Christina and her last several unfinished manuscripts. But, as Myka helps her with these, unknotting Helena's remaining entanglements and tying up loose ends, Helena might be forming another tether to this mortal plane.

Bering/Wells Myka figures out she's bi

Because Myka being utterly obliviously bi/pan (because heteronormativity) until H.G. is an idea I can't seem to shake.

An artifact reveals the the sexuality of everyone surrounding the bearer, including that of the bearer themself. The Warehouse team is in for a few surprises.

Inspired by vestwearer’s (@wibblywobblyida's) artifact idea in all we need is a rhythm to dare.

“Pete…” Myka looked down at herself, then back at him, curling her fingers around the pin button she'd just picked up. “Why do I look like I'm standing in front of a projector image of a finger painting?”

[erythristicbones]

i don't feel like copying what i wrote, so take some screenshots of me having brainworms for the JDK villains again. primarily spurred by me going "hey wouldn't Nisha and Artemis and Apollo make cool rockstars instead"

[heirbane]

Hau / Howl has been made. (no, i didn't finish my art of Gaius. Shhhh.)

Tidbits under the cut:

Formally - on any paperwork that may require his full given name - he is listed as Hau Hotgo-Baelsar. However, if he were to introduce himself, it would be Howl. Just Howl.

(Alta is forever uncertain what name he ought to have. Naming him after a tribe that only exists in memory feels cruel: naming him after her adopted tribe may make him an outsider, as he is scarcely Xaela in any noticeable way... but to call him Hau Fortemps, after the first man she loved and the family that has continued to keep her in their hearts, carries a weight she fears. He isn't Haurchefant's son, and she frets over the implication such naming could cause when he presents neither Elezen nor Au Ra.

She would much rather the boy take Gaius's name, as it clears her son of any weight that the Warrior of Light's name may cause... and that he would match his sister, Allie.

Gaius doesn't believe another child should be burdened by his name, either. Many of his children have already perished: his name carries disgrace and death and little else. He appreciates that it may bind his remaining daughter to his firstborn, but is of the opinion that the weight of Alta's name would be carried far more favorably than his own.

They are certain of a few things: he swore she said she wanted to name him Howl, and that, in his defense, he had never seen Haurchefant's name written out until they visited Ishgard... weeks after his birth.)

He was born with the third eye and what appeared to be small birthmarks on the shells of his ears. Sometimes babes were born with marks, the midwife assuaged them. He would likely grow out of them.

He did not. Howl grew into them. It took them nigh on a year for them to recognize the splotches were, in fact, silhouettes of where his scales should have grown in, had he been wholly Au Ra. Since they failed to manifest, the boy simply seems to be swathed in discolored patches of skin. They are darkest around his ears, cheeks, and back, but very little of his skin remains an even tone regardless.

From the moment he came to be, Howl was, perhaps, the opposite of his name. The little Raen midwife in Terncliff called him an 'easy baby': he was quiet to a nearly concerning extent. But he, like any other child, had his tells, and - voice or not - he had both his parents and Allie wrapped around his finger with ease.

[opens-up-4-nobody]

Last night I was struck by the most grotesquely self indulgent naruto fic idea 😵‍💫

[wtfforged]

my campaign hiatus has gone on for too long so to cope ive combined my interests at their maximum potency and had some dnd-strawhats thoughts

thoughts in depth under read more... :)!

this is SO self indulgent. their designs literally did not change. but i am a firm believer that dnd doesnt have to be european high fantasy. and also one piece literally IS fantasy. no changes are necessary to fit into dnd. ive already imagined plenty of campaign/oneshot ideas inspired by one piece. so this was basically just an exercise of trying to replicate their canon abilities in dnd 5e as much as possible without totally homebrewing everything. well. aside from luffy. you just cant take away or change his stretching.

LUFFY: (human monk. drunken master subclass. outlander)

the only plain human of the crew to balance out with the fact that he still has rubber powers. obviously a monk. but drunken master subclass specifically because i think the flavor(not the fact that its about being a drunkard) and abilities both fit him really well. this line in the subclass' flavortext especially fits him: "A drunken master often enjoys playing the fool to bring gladness to the despondent or to demonstrate humility to the arrogant, but when battle is joined, the drunken master can be a maddening, masterful foe."

ZORO: (tiefling fighter. samurai subclass. bounty hunter)

a fighter with the samurai subclass is so very incredibly obvious... but i actually had a lot of fun geeking out while comparing the abilities to what he can do in canon; Fighting Spirit, Rapid Strike, and Strength Before Death especially! tiefling is also pretty on the nose for his demon pirate hunter shtick and asura form, but i thought he'd be really human-passing for a tiefling and theorized about his tail getting cut off at some point or another before joining the strawhats. initially wasnt gonna give him a feat, but i gave sanji a feat so i thought itd be unfair to not give him one as well, so sentinel fits the bill pretty well i think!

NAMI: (tabaxi rogue. arcane trickster subclass. criminal)

cat burglar -> full grown literal humanoid cat. this one is INCREDIBLY self indulgent... i love... cats... theres nothing deeper to this and no other reasoning. i took cat burglar and ran with it. can you tell that i love izutsumi dungeon meshi? rogue for the aforementioned burglar-ing as well, and the arcane trickster subclass for when she picks up climatact! the mage hand will be very useful for her pickpocketing. in the future as she levels up with timeskip, i can totally see her multiclassing into wizard as well! weather wizard!

USOPP: (lightfoot halfling artificer. artillerist subclass. urchin)

I HAD SO MUCH FUN THINKING ABOUT HIS CHARACTER SHEET. halfling's Naturally Stealthy ability lets him hide behind his crewmates since theyre (almost) all bigger than him, so its perfect for hiding behind zoro or sanji all the time. Lucky is also perfect for him, and I think Brave fits pretty well too when he puts on the sogeking mask. artillerist artificer is also very fun! tinkering and making magic items for his crew, and i think Eldritch Canon or Arcane Firearm could both be easily reflavored as kabuto or any of his inventions. for emphasizing his sniper-ness, the spell sniper feat was also necessary. i think hes my favorite of all the concepts. big ears and long nose combo is so cute to me.

SANJI: (half-elf monk. drunken master subclass. guild artisan (cook!))

race was mostly based on vibes i wont lie. squints. and that vinsmoke balogna or whatever too ig. but mostly vibes. along with the idea that i think a dwarf zeff raising him would be really funny and cute. monk is also obvious, and same subclass as luffy for mostly the same reasons. though the flavor fits him much less, i think the abilities still fit him perfectly, and this blurb specifically; "Your martial arts technique mixes combat training with the precision of a dancer." i really wanted to give him a different subclass from luffy, but i dislike all the other monk subclasses a lot and i found none of them fit him as well anyways, so to try and give them SOME differences, i gave him the crusher feat.

CHOPPER: (awakened deer(shifter statblock) cleric. life subclass. hermit)

this ones definitely a mouthful im sorry. awakened deer for obvious reasons, but due to magic instead of devil fruit stuff. when i was struggling with his race, i looked a lot at shifter because of his forms, but it occurred to me that itd be super cool if he could shift between all of the different shifter options instead of being stuck with just one to replicate his rumble balls. something like heavy point/guard point=beasthide, horn point/arm point(?maybe?)=longtooth, walk point/jumping point=swiftstride, and brain point=wildhunt. hed definitely need some kind of nerf though to balance out that homebrew... and cleric for class. duh.

ROBIN: (high elf wizard. order of scribes subclass. criminal)

robin is definitely the one i struggled the most with just because of her class. elf came pretty easily- shes very elegant and i think shed look cute with super long ears- and i landed on high elf instead of wood elf for the int-based abilities. i was really on the fence between sorcerer and wizard for her because i knew shed be a full spellcaster, but i didnt feel that any of the subclasses really fit her. i ended up going with wizard for order of the scribes since it focuses on texts and knowing everything. but also because robin with a flying talking sentient book would be crazy cool. it could also be similar to how she spawns mouths and eyes places to talk to or watch people. my "fuck it, why not. this would be rad. its my house" mindset kicked in with her i will admit. also the One with the Word ability made me cackle out loud when i read it. thats the funniest ability ever. anyways, i cant really think of a way to replicate her powers, but maybe we could just reflavor a bunch of spells to be her limbs or clutch; hold person, maximillian's earthen grasp, or evard's black tentacles. thatd probably work okay, and theres a handful of spells to replicate her ability to spawn eyes or mouths. unrelated, but i imagine nico olvia to be a drow. why? her hair is white. i am a simple man!

[emiplayzmc]

My brain: *Comes up with a whole Deltarune AU that I want to turn into a fanfic, and even comes up with a title for it*

Meanwhile, my complete inability to write or make a coherent timeline: