#so many fic ideas so little time

[ladytie]

maybe I'm just obsessed with dick grayson being a protective dad,, ok?!

(this has nothing to do with my peter!in gotham fic idea)

the weather was uncharacteristically warm in Bludhaven. it made dick's skin crawl, december wasn't meant to be anything other than blissfully biting. it was a time for scarves and gloves, soft red glows to nipped noses and all of the other little niceties of christmas that dick grayson loved. and yet, here he was, with nothing but a light sweater on and a pair of dark gray sweatpants.

distracted by the uneasy feeling deep in his bones, he hadn't noticed that he was being followed. or perhaps the person following him was just too good to get caught, but either way, it wasn't until he stood in front of the beaten and broken down gymnastics gym that dick had felt the presence of someone else.

the hair stood on the back of his neck, and yet, when he turned to see who could have snuck up on the formidable nightwing he found himself even more confused... because, well, behind him was just a tiny boy-- maybe six years old? dick wasn't known to get tongue tied, quite the opposite really. but when this boy standing behind him, looking like a mini buisness-man coughed and stuck out his hand to say "Hello, Mr. Nightwing, Sir. My name is Timothy Drake, a pleasure to make your aquaintence," he blanked, his mind short circuiting with four main points.

first of all: how fucking adorable.

second of all: did he just call me Nightwing?

third of all: where the hell are this kids parents?

and finally: did he just call me Nightwing?

dick stood long enough and silent enough to make the kid uncomfortable, and he could tell because his false bravado began to falter and he shifted on his tiny little legs and slowly pulled his hand away. wait.. wait...

"Sorry kid! I was just confused as to why you'd call me Nightwing," he laughed, trying to save face. he stuck his hand out and waited for Timothy to shake it, sighing a little when the boy wiped off the suspicous look from his face and reached again, their hands touching and dick felt his heart pull at the serious look of timothy's face.

"I called you Nightwing because you are Nightwing...?" Tim spoke slowly, as if Dick needed the extra time to understand. if the situation wasn't so dire, dick would have laughed. Dick closed his eyes, taking a deep breath in.

"why don't we head inside..." he said, his palms suddenly sweating as he pulled open the door to the beaten and broken building, which had been one of bruce's many apology attempts. because money and presents solved everything, huh?

anyways, dick allowed Tim to enter first. he watched as the boy was stiff and composed in a way he wasn't sure a child should be. it made a pit form in his stomach. he wasn't working with children yet, but once he started, he'd be a mandated reporter... wouldn't he?

"alright, timmy, why don't you tell me why you think I'm Nightwing?" he asked and Tim turned his head to the side, as if that was a ridiculous question.

"because you used to be robin, but I think you got too big. mother says big boys should grow out of the habits of little boys, and that's why I can't have a nanny anymore. so you probably growed out of robin and made up Nightwing. father says all the heroes of Gotham are maded up. so now youre nightwing and jason is robin" he explained like it was something everyone knew... and dick, well dick might have actually blue screened right then and there. he nodded slowly, clearly the kid knew who he and the rest of the bats were.

something in his bruce-defiled brain screamed: MINE.

"okay... wait, you said your mother said you don't need a nanny anymore... how? wait... where? hold on" he was having a hard time computing and decided to take a deep breath.

"how old are you?" he asked, "seven" tim huffed, "and where are your parents?" dick hesitated to ask, but did nontheless. tim did not hesitate to answer, "Georgia... the country, not the state" dick nodded. "and when you say you don't have a nanny, do you have anyone who..." cares? is watching you? loving you? he trailed off before he could ask.

tim shook his head, "mrs. Mac comes by twice a week and makes food for me to heat up and she cleans the house,"

twice... a... week

"and uh... can I ask why you came to find me, Timmy?" he was stiff as he asked this and not for the first time did he feel fear of the young boys answer. but Tim brightened at this question, truly. and the large smile warmed dick in a way he did not want to think about. because he was not going to kidnap this child. maybe. no. definitely. kinda.

"Oh!" Tim began, "to be your Robin!"

[leet911]

Kinda thinking about writing a fic where the Pluto characters call in to that radio show from Blank. All of them have such juicy stories, it's perfect. Pim, Pang, Ai-Oon, May, it all works.

[harper44]

GME announcement already has me hoping for human!rhett x vampire!link fic. Any chance you’d be willing to write some of that this spooky season?

Y E S

I saw the announcement before I watched the episode and I've been thinking of vampire!Link all DAY. I love the idea of werewolf!rhett too, so it may be more of a vampire!Link x werewolf!rhett. But they will not get out of my head, I will definitely be writing about them.

[artificialchaoscola]

Opening Spotify is so funny because sometimes I just glance at my hidden Camelot playlists. There are four of them: Sonic, Shadow, "Mordred" (aka Scourge), and Lancelot. I just stare at the Lancelot one in dread. The songs are ordered for what would happen. It's terrible. It's angst. It's body horror + bad things happening to a good person. Lancelot, I promise I love you.

[starry-mist]

It’s not just the “not yet,” it’s not even the kiss that gets me…well, it’s both of those things, plus:

That breathy little “oh Charlie” from Sarah right before the kiss ends me. The way they can’t actually say goodbye, can’t say all the words they want to right in that moment, because the bomber can hear them and they’re on a timeline…ugh it’s too much. I adore them.

[groenendaelfic]

WIPs titles ask game

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 of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs. not going to tag anyone because I'd spend like two hours overthinking who to choose and then end up not posting this at all.

thank you for tagging me @andthatisnotfake. Hopefully this will motivate me to write them all instead of making me procrastinate more haha

current files in my wip folder (not yet posted):

5 Times Malin

Erik's pre-canon adventures

Basket Baby

Sappy Not!Basket Baby

Omega Househusband Wille

Lady Di Wille

current files in my wip folder (snippet or first chapter posted):

ghost!Erik fic

willcognito!abroad

King Wilhelm crimes

wips which have their own separate folder filled with a very appropriate number of files and notes (no I still haven't renamed them):

tell that to my ass

Post-S2 Simon POV

this list is actually shorter than expected because two months or so ago I moved quite a few snippets into the ALaWHEO folder, because they fit in there as well and it's already going to be a super bloated fic anyway. Those include Sportsday, Mallorca holiday, Simon's extended family and more.

[pricetagged]

Idk how to label this. Wifehunter John?

The idea of possessive/obsessive John manipulating a situation and stealing a wife for himself struck me, so just coughing the idea up while I sneak away for a coffee before I actually have to start work in 20 mins 💖 entirely unedited, abrupt ending

Masterlist l Part Two

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For someone married to his job, he has put quite a bit of thought into what he is looking for in a wife. Namely, that she's already married.

His reasoning is threefold. He can admit to himself, firstly, that it satisfies his need for control. Competency. He's a busy man with a demanding job. Not quite retired yet, no time to build his own from scratch. With this, he gets a wife boxed up and ready-trained. Broken in.

Secondly, the need for control bleeds into his saviour complex. She'll need a shoulder to cry on, someone strong and capable to get her back on her feet. She'll be feeling a little fragile. Needy. Perfect.

And thirdly, it does something wild to his jealous, possessive streak. The idea of taking something precious, of breaking her bond to another man and tying it to him? Delicious. The idea that she used to be someone else's, that he has to imprint himself onto her knowing that in doing so he is erasing the imprint of another man? It has his teeth aching, grinding even as heat rises in his belly. Stirs at him.

The idea swirls lazily in the back of his mind, never quite finding the right time or right partner. He bats at it a few times, lazy cat playing with the notion, seeing how far it can stretch before it snaps. Eyes up pretty things everywhere he goes, glancing down at their left hands just to check, but nothing quite tugs on that string. Until one day it does when he's outfitting the security system at your house.

It's side work. Cash in hand, word of mouth. Something to keep him busy when on mandated leave. Something to keep in mind as his retirement from active duty creeps closer. And your husband is a real piece of work, all blustering braggadocio energy. Young buck, not knowing his place in the herd. Not knowing that he'd be better scratching his antlers off on a tree than going head-to-head with a gristled thing like John.

It's like John's energy, his presence in the house, sends alarm bells ringing in your husband's mind (Be the man. Don't back down. Puff up your chest and strut). And it plays so perfectly into John's hands because your young buck doesn't realise that what he's really doing is fawning. To John. (Look at me, be impressed by me!) He makes his biggest mistake in putting you down in front of him, trying to sidle up to John and create some kind of desperate camaraderie. Ordering you to bring tea to the men at work. Rolling his eyes at your attempts to talk, to ask questions about the work being done. Waving you off so he can stand and watch the proceedings. Like he could supervise. Like he has any clue what he's doing.

Only the promise of the long game keeps John from levelling him with a hard look, from calling him outblike he'd love to.

He hears you both in the in the other room, having swatted the young buck off like a particularly virulent pest. Noisy and bothersome. Not needed - or wanted- in this home. And entirely too stupid to realise that John wasn't being jocular in his dismissal.

You've been scribbling away for the past few days, something occupying your time, keeping you happy and hidden away in the kitchen.

"You're not serious, are you?"

"Well, yes," he hears the slight quaver in your voice before you find your footing. You've got at least a bit of spine. Good. "You said that I should find an occupation. Not just 'laze around the house playing housewife'. This is what I-"

"Oh come on, I didn't mean- You don't think that this is viable, do you?"

"Well... I love gardening. And I'm good at it. And there's no reason that it can't be more accessible for people, especially with the current economic-"

He cuts you off with a scoff. "Dear, just- I don't want you to be disappointed. I think you don't quite understand the time and effort this will take. And you know nothing of marketing, publishing. Why don't you put that away and start on dinner?"

And oh, isn't that delicious. He can taste it now, that idea that has been swirling. It's thick, almost tangible on his tongue. The tension in the house, the bitter lacryma of stifled tears. The slight acidity of words you left unsaid. It has his mouth watering, pupils dilating.

And when he's packing up that evening, tools and materials tucked in to the heavy workman's case, he swings by the kitchen on his way out. Catches the way something is jutting out slightly from the bin, lid slightly askew. When he pulls it out he realises it's some kind of notebook, carefully (lovingly) bound. Pictures pasted, mindmaps and notes and plans scribbled in the margins. Your gardening tips. Kitchen scraps, window boxes, rooftop plots. Urban gardening. It's deeply thoughtful, well researched.

A labour of love, lying in the rubbish.

Sweet, clever little thing. That just won't do.

He leaves your house with a little piece of you tucked away in his toolkit and a nice plan forming. He'll be back, of course, not quite finished with his work. He'd planted a few little links into the system he'd almost installed, projecting not just to the monitor in your home but also in his. Got to keep his eyes on you, keep you safe and cared for in ways that your useless husband can't.

Finding that book was a boon. He'd say it was divinely ordained if he believed in all that. It weighs heavy in his toolbox as he whistles out the door.

Now, how to get you alone and return it to you..

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This idea may have been done before? I'm not sure, sorry! I've seen a lot of possessive John floating around. Tagging @stellewriites because I said I would last time, and you've been so encouraging of my nonsense.

Anyway I've got like 4 long-form WIPs that I'm working on, so I may never actually write this one but thought I'd share since that image set I just reblogged made me feral 💖

[dandelion-roots]

[ID: a digital drawing of riz gukgak from fantasy high. in the front is a relatively small drawing of riz juggling books that are falling out of his hand and a phonecall, and he has a huge backpack on. he looks a bit overwhelmed, hair flying in all directions, and has a nervous smile on. in the background is a large shadow of riz, only one glowing eye and a shining gun visible. the background is red, giving an eerie feel. End ID]

Kill your best friend

Cheat your way to your rogue teacher

Announce your presidential campaign

Don't let them know how angry you are

LEARN TO RECOGNIZE A MONSTER

[youchangedmedestiel]

Friend: What are you doing right now?

Me: I have a lot of projects.

Friend: Oh so cool, what are those? New job, new business, new home, new relationship?

Me: Ok, I have a lot of SPN/Destiel projects.

[un-pearable]

in which zane did not know before he died

remembered this very old au concept i’ve had since i was tiny watching ninjago for the first time… it completely unravels everything i enjoy about zane in the early seasons and i refuse to think of the necessary rewrites atm but i needed to make at least this one scene exist. can an au be naught but a single panel that makes me Sad?

[cows1012]

hello....... daemon au once again!! this fanfic changed my brain chemistry guys. please read it here!!!

[leet911]

I'm sad that this time of year leading up to the holidays is the busiest for me both on the personal front (lots of events/birthdays/family gatherings) and work-wise (I work in a retail adjacent capacity, so yeah shopping season), because damn do I want to write Pluto fanfic.

Aioon/May - of course, the classic, canon main pairing

Aioon/Pang - good ol' unrequited high school crush, never fails

Pang/Pim - we can fix it, so that Pim gets what she wants

Jan/Pim - canon secondary couple? Seems to be heading that way, plus Pim deserves to be happy

Jan/Pang - something something we're both attracted to the same woman, does that say something about us?

Jan/Pim/Pang - because let's face it, they've all got two hands. I have never had an OT3 before, but this could be the ship that changes that.

Oom/May - so good, so many levels. Oom being in love with May despite knowing that May actually wants her sister? Delicious. May being in love with Oom early days because she thinks Oom really is that girl she met back in high school? Equally delicious.

Give it to me! I want it all!

[ohitslen]

Guess who had a little too much fun with the pathetic reincarnation AU idea :))

To summarize! WW gets reincarnated in a very distant future where humanity is more settled down in the planet. He remembers everything and decides to keep living his life as normally as he is able to. That is until he meets his neighbor when he moved to a new apartment.

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He was an absolute weirdo of a guy who looked just like Vash in so many ways yet was so different in many others at the same time.

He pretends that his system isn’t going haywire every time he is around the man, the one that resembles someone he cared for so deeply in a life that wasn’t his but remembers all too well. He decides to pretend he doesn’t know Vash because he really doesn’t, not this one at least.

Meanwhile, Vash is going through a very trippy existential crisis for seeing Wolfwood again after what felt like dozens of centuries. This could clearly not be him however because, well, he knows why. So he pretends not to know him because wouldn’t that be weird if he acted like he did?

They avoid each other like the plague, the beautiful and horrible emotions that swarmed on their insides too much to bear just by the presence of the other. They could slip at any moment so it was better to evade the neighbor.

The thing here is, that life has never gone how they want it since ever.

[schneiderenjoyer]

A few of the many fic WIPs I have in the back log excluding TWTR and TATA. Yes, I draw my ideas first before writing them down, haha

[nicercymybeloved]

Very attached to the idea that if Percy had been a woman she would have been named Ariadne. Like, I know that Persephone is a popular fanon name for female Percy because it's a nice way to keep her nickname. I've also seen Andromeda used by some because she lives a long life with Perseus in the myths. But Sally would have at least considered it right? Because Ariadne's a popular female figure in mythology, linked to both Theseus and Dionysus, two other famous figures in mythology. She was a clever mortal princess who was dealt a bad hand because her father's arrogance allowed him to think that he could get away with defying a god, just like how Poseidon's arrogance allowed him to think that he could get away with breaking the pact he made with Zeus and Hades. And in the end, Ariadne survived both her family's legacy and Theseus's abandonment, becoming Dionysus's immortal wife in both the PJO universe and in many retellings of the myth of the Minotaur and Theseus in real life. Ariadne got to live out her happy ending just like how Perseus did in mythology, which is the main reason why Sally even gave Percy the name Perseus to begin with. Am I delusional to think that Sally would have given a female Percy the name Ariadne? Who the fuck knows. But I'm so attached to the idea that it literally just supersedes any other name I could have come up with

[mooonologyy]

Help the Thangyu rats are gnawing at my brain and won't let go