#this fic is writing itself in my mind

[toomanyplotbunnies-sendhelp]

Hello and welcome to (the true) Day 14 of "Let's Explore My Plot Bunnies"

Today, my brain decided to be very... resourceful, for the lack of a less polite word, and remake the Cat!Shen Jiu fic from *checks notes* Day 4. Only now, instead of Shen Jiu being the one transformed into a cat, it's Liu Qingge.

The current title for this is "Paw Prints in Your Heart," and I do intend to make it a LiuJiu fic.

The premise is quite simple:

Liu Qingge was injured in his latest mission. He falls unconscious at the base of Cang Qiong Mountain, and, unbeknownst to him, his body turns into that of a cat. Shen Qingqiu is the one that finds the injured tuxedo cat and takes him (he did check; it is a boy) back to Qing Jing Peak for treatment.

When Liu Qingge wakes up, not only does he find himself to be a cat, but also he finds himself in the care of the (surprisingly gentle) person he hates, Shen Qingqiu.

Now, imagine: Cat!Liu Qingge has to stay around the Qing Jing Peak because his paw has a bad injury and ends up being in the same room as Shen Qingqiu and Yue Qingyuan have their (admitedly one-sided) argument of the day. And after Yue Qingyuan leaves, Shen Qingqiu, feeling the anger rising, decides to vent to the only creature here that will listen to him and not interrupt - cat!Liu Qingge. So, Shen Qingqiu speaks (read: vents) about his past, about Yue Qingyuan, about all the other Peak Lords, about everything that he can really vent about.

Needless to say, Liu Qingge has a ton of things to think about now with all these revelations.

Then there is the monthly Peak Lord Meeting... at which Liu Qingge is missing. Most of the other Peak Lords don't really find a problem with this as it is well known that Liu Qingge loves to hunt monsters so "he is most likely doing just that" is what they argue. Shen Qingqiu, on the other hand, finds it weird since, as much as that brute annoys him, Liu Qingge doesn't miss the Peak Lords Meeting without announcing beforehand.

And so, Shen Qingqiu starts a one man (and one cat) search party for that idiot brutish shidi of his. Their first destination? The Red Warm Pavillion. If there is anyone who knows where esteemed cultivators can be found based on rumors, it is the Madame of the Pavillion - who is also the most trustworthy source of information Shen Qingqiu can find.

Some details to note:

I feel OG!Shen Qingqiu would prefer cats to dogs, mostly because as an orphan on the streets dogs would fight with you for food (looks at Wei Wuxian), while cats - especially in cold/rainy days - would snuggle with you. Not because they like you, but because they like the body heat you can provide for them.

Cat!Liu Qingge definitely gives Shen Qingqiu a lot of snuggles after he vents to him. Both as an apology and as comfort.

Shen Qingqiu tried to talk with the other Peak Lords about how strange it is for Liu Qingge - of all people - to dissappear without a trace or a letter. The other Peak Lords, unfortunately, ignored him. This is why he takes it in his own hands to find Liu Qingge.

Liu Qingge feels a lot of guilt after he learns more about Shen Qingqiu and about the reasons behind most of his actions. He vows to treat him better once he is back to his human self.

This could either take place before Luo Binghe is on Qing Jing Peak or after - like the first 2 weeks after he was admitted. Either way, the kiddo is chugging vinegar - first because his Shizun likes the cat better than him; second, because by the time Luo Binghe arrives at the sect, Shen Qingqiu has a boyfriend.

So what do you think? Good? Bad? Brain has been on crack for far too long? Let me know!

Honestly, this idea just came to me today - probably 2 hours before I post this, actually. The better way to explain the plot would be "Shen Qingqiu vents to his newly acquired cat about his entire life, without knowing that said cat is actually his shidi, Liu Qingge, whom he doesn't like". There is something special about the whole "venting to an animal that is actually a human cursed/transformed into an animal" trope I see in fics. It's soo damn cute and agsty at the same time. I love it so much.

But enough rambling from me. I hope you have a great day/night and that you take care of yourselves!

See you tomorrow,

-TooManyPlotBunnies-Send Help

[seiwas]

for writing game, iwaizumi + assistance <3

hope this sparks some inspo and thank you in advancee

hi there!! thanks for sending in a prompt 🫶

contains: friends to lovers (ish), halloween parties, reader is dressed as catwoman, expletives, iwaizumi is thiiiiis 🤏 close to murdering seijoh4 (jk)

iwaizumi + assistance

this is a set-up.

iwaizumi knows he shouldn't have fucking believed anything the boys "promised" him back when they assigned him this costume.

the suit is fucking tight, spandex digging into his groins and all other crevices that definitely should be aired out after after a few hours. he's had to constantly readjust his stance almost every few minutes, the black fabric compressing his thighs and torso, significantly constricting the range of motion his shoulders and arms are typically used to. if anything else, it could double up as a back brace from how rigidly straight it's kept his posture all night.

he'll give it to makki though; he did outdo himself sourcing this year's costumes―this batman set looks pretty damn legit.

except for one tiny problem.

there's no fucking pee hole. it's a zip-up, zip-down one-piece situation. and that normally wouldn't be a problem, except that oikawa "accidentally" knocked over a cocktail straight into his pants, the sickeningly sweet liquid now seeping straight into the fabric and past his boxers―cold and sticky as it touches his skin.

and so, the problem: his pants are wet, it makes him want to fucking pee, and coincidentally, the only vacant bathroom is across the hall, at your apartment.

this is why he believes this is a set up. that, and the fact that you're dressed in an outfit strikingly similar―just with cat ears.

he's been asked five times in this party if you're in matching couple outfits.

it catches him off guard, flusters him because of how badly he wants to say yes. but, you're just friends, and he doesn't even think you like him that way (despite mattsun and oikawa practically begging him to confess. makki tells him he thinks you're going to do it first).

so he politely smiles and says no, but you look good, your costume clinging to you in all the right places. thank fucking god he has a cape because he's pretty sure he spent the first 30 minutes in the party hiding his boner.

"hajime, it's fine, i swear," you stand beside him in front of the conveniently locked bathroom in oikawa's apartment. from the other side of the door, he's pretty sure he hears mattsun and his girlfriend mumbling. maybe fucking? who knows. "you can just use the bathroom in my apartment."

he glances at you before closing his eyes, contemplating, before finally agreeing to you.

"okay."

if he's being honest with himself, friends is definitely an incomplete label to what you are. as oikawa's neighbor, you are conveniently around all the time; and oikawa being oikawa, the ever-social butterfly, he's somehow managed to carve a space for you in the friend group.

(never mind the fact that oikawa's sniffed him out from the moment he first introduced you.)

you were a crush, then a friend, and now you're someone he picks up from work and drives back home three times a week, because he "has to train oikawa." you don't question it, even when you both know he stays over for dinner way past the gym's open hours.

"you know where it is," you open your apartment and urge him in.

"sorry again," he turns to face you.

"yeah, yeah, just pee!" you laugh, shoving him towards the bathroom door.

getting out of the suit is manageable, and he's able to wipe off a bit of the cocktail that's leaked to the suit and his boxers just to make sure it isn't gross and sticky when he gets home later. peeing is a big relief once he gets it over with, but it's when he has to suit up again that things become difficult.

stretching out the spandex one body part at a time is a workout in itself―the hardest task being when he has to pull it over his shoulders, adjusting it to fit properly over his arms and chest.

but then the zipper breaks.

and he truly thinks makki has fucked him over.

iwaizumi contemplates what to do next for a good, good while. he tries calling oikawa, only to no success every time; no way in hell is he calling mattsun in the middle of having sex. and calling makki isn't even an option; he'd never hear the end of it.

then you knock on the door, your voice soft and concerned as you ask, "hajime? you good in there?" you hit it spot on, too, "do you need help with your suit?"

iwaizumi presses his palms to his eyes. he's a rational man, straightforward and logical in thinking. there is literally no other option for him right now but to ask help from you. again.

fuck.

.

it's 30 minutes later when oikawa barges in your door, and the sight that greets him is iwaizumi in nothing but a hoodie (the hoodie you borrowed some time ago) and his boxers, with his hands on your waist as you hover your hairdryer over the crotch of his batman costume―cat headpiece off and all.

"you finally got together?!"

[purpleleafsyt]

From my fic, Inclarity :>

[pennedinblood]

Summary: Beneath the damp earth of the bayou lies dozens of rotting corpses, each more monstrous than the last. Alastor buries one more. [tw: descriptions of bodies/decomp]

[sortanonymous]

Sorta Angry Comics #6 - "Big Green Inflatable Machine"

[gothsuguru]

love delving into suguru’s overthinking brain <3

[foursaints]

even if you never write it, beneath the dark arches will live with me till i die <3

it’s real & written in our HEARTS AND MINDS!!!!

here’s the pinterest board

[honeyteastar]

Fantasy au delusion GO!!!! The idea was i like the outfit shinichi wears (black knight outfit) it'll be insane in a fantasy setting using it me thinks

Then evolves to it'll be funny if he gets "curse" and his soul gets bind to the armor instead like yknow insta killing or whatever! Living armor Shinichi is born and to be fair is very self indulgent :3c the horrors and whimsy go! Also Kaito design is inspired from witch hat atelier! To alter his ykniw kaitou kid regalia moment :Dd

[bolithesenate]

Alone, desire and failure for Pev'la!!!!

Pev'la my beloved! Thanks for the ask :D

Alone - how does she deal with loneliness/has she ever been completely alone/how does she act when no one is around

Before Tipit was born, there were moments where she indeed was factually alone. Una - her younger sister - is the breadwinner of their family and quite often off-planet on bounty hunter business and after their ba'buir died( the woman who adopted them and dragged them to Coruscant in the first place) that only got more frequent. Pev'la herself isn't the most social mando out there and so she doesn't really have many friends, close or otherwise. She only started the eatery around the time of Tipit's birth, during the period where Una wasn't able to go out on hunts, to at least get some money in. It forced her to become a bit more social, even though that was an uphill battle.

Pev'la never was a talented fighter and so she's very self conscious about her status as a mando'ad when she's around other, more active warriors. In fact, she and her sister originally were raised in a pantoran nunnery that was very spiritual and had a big focus on self-restraint and conscious living. Some parts of that ideology still linger in her, even though it's been like two decades since they left.

So it is more comfortable for her to be alone, sometimes. She doesn't feel like she has to pretend to like the parts of mando culture she feels little connection to.

But ever since she's Tipit's main caretaker , loneliness isn't really a factor anymore anyways.

desire - what's one thing she wants more than anything in the world/is she open with that desire/what would she do to fulfil it

Pev'la doesn't really wish for many things in life (apart from the death of every tax auditor on Coruscant during tax season). at least not for herself.

Her main desire in life is to see her niece grow up healthy and maybe that Una was more of a part in her life. But she is very aware of the fact that her chances of actively influencing these things arw rather limited.

She would still kill a man for Tipit though. She has killed for Una.

failure - what is her greatest failure/has she been able to move past it/does anyone know about it

I think the biggest failure she percieves is all the little ways she doesn't fit into mando society. She lives at it's edges, consciously of that choice, yet she has a sister and a niece that are basically picturebook mandos.

Una knows this about her and she doesn't agree with her sister. She claims that Pev'la is plenty mandokarla in her own right, and that not every mando has to fight.

(but Una doesn't quite remember that Pev'la's discomfort with fighting and the life of a bountyhunter was the reason their ba'buir took them away from the greater Clan and moved to Kih'keldabe. Pev'la does. And sometimes she hates that she was the reason that Tipit now only knows Coruscant's metal jungle and will never get the joy of spending her childhood on a planet with actual flora and fauna)

(THIS Una doesn't know. It's a secret that followed their ba'buir to the grave and will follow Pev'la to hers, because there is no way she'll ever tell anyone about this)

[hecatesbroom]

I thought you might like the fic asks! :) questions 6, 16 and 19 for you!

Haha I absolutely do! Thanks for the questions! <3

6. the word that appears the most in your current draft

My current draft is actually not a fanfic, but an original project I started the other day! (For anyone who's curious: my most used word there is "envelope"). But for some fic drafts I'm most near to finishing: it's "little", "flowers", "just", and "all" (for 4 golden girls wips respectively).

16. favourite place to write

I'm not too picky with the place I write in, but I prefer writing anywhere at home! Admittedly I don't really go anywhere else at the moment lmao but it's a lot easier to focus on what I'm writing when I'm home!

At the moment I usually sit on the couch, but I like to switch things up by moving to a table or my desk from time to time. It's mostly the couch though, because I tend to be very tired & it feels less exhausting to sit there for some reason! (Plus, it's easier on my back :)

Added bonus about the couch is that my cats tend to opt to sit on my lap instead of my laptop when I'm writing like they do at the table, haha.

19. the most interesting topic you’ve researched for a fic

Oh dear -- I honestly don't know! Am I exposing myself too much here by saying I don't research much at all at the moment? I just wing it and usually hope for the best haha (so I mostly avoid writing about topics I'll have to research! I'm keeping a list of things to look into once I do have the time and brainpower again).

I think the one thing I looked up that hit hardest was the symbolism for ivy, for the appropriately titled Ivy. I'd written the whole thing before I figured: hey! maybe ivy works well as a symbol. And lo and behold: its meaning turned out to be even more heartbreaking than I'd hoped!

But mostly it's just a bit of fact checking :) or looking for appropriate songs, like the one for oh, my dear / our love is here to stay, for which I really wanted them to dance to a Sinatra song (because all girls mentioned they love him, so it only seemed appropriate)!

[arthursbubblebutt]

Arthur felt it as natural, as natural as trees growing and animals hibernating for the winter, but in his mind, it raged a war. It shouldn't feel natural. Something must have happened. Something led him astray, and now he is left in a place where the hum under his skin gently brushes the surface.

The smiles given to Arthur freely, the mischievous eyes that light the dark corridors, the whispered jokes along his ear, the gentle presence around his shoulders, ever watching, ever faithful. They were breadcrumbs that led him astray, now lost and stranded in a place he was no longer familiar with.

Flowers bloom in cracks and corners, vines hold pillars and broken stone, a cabin that overflows with greenery, and in the middle of the clearing, there is a fire. A fire so large it touched the sky. The fire blazed, and its kindling crackled. It reached Arthur with its burning warmth. It didn't singe him, why would it? He was its owner.

The fire, no longer a flicker of a flame it is now uncontrollable. Arthur reaches out his hand, and all he feels is warm warm warm. But in the back of his mind, he hears a name just as strong as the fire, Merlin. He shivers involuntarily at the intensity

This is not what he was shown by his father! He had a path that he would walk with a queen by his side. He was to lead his people and be a king! So why do his thoughts seem to always turn to the hidden box on the highest shelf.

The small wooden box seemed to have grown larger compared to the last time he was here. The box only contained the smiles and jokes, but now it has held more. Fantasies that he can not and will not pursue.

The clearing fades from vision as he closes his eyes and once again opens. No flowers are blooming, no stones being fixed that he can see, no cabin that looked to be comfortable for two, and no fire that has grown to terrifying heights is warming his cold hands and feet.

He looks down and sees the box. The box is slowly closing, and as he hears the click, he hears another noise. A creak of a door.

"Merlin," he mumbles in his pillow.

"Sire, you're awake..?"

"Get the horses ready, we're going hunting."

"What - now?!"

"Yes, now Merlin," he hears his manservant huff and puff, but ultimately, the door closes again.

That fire he remembers, he feels it blaze to the surface just under his ribs. Arthur rubs at a scar he had Merlin take care of from the last time they had gone hunting, and there was an accident, namely someone almost being beheaded by bandits, and he had to push them out the way. He chuckles at the memory after the ambush. Merlin was so frantic that he tripped twice on the same root.

Arthur looks up from where he was just staring at the blankets covering his lower half. He sees the sun's light finally reaching his window, or at least he's finally noticing the sun, for it's already high enough to indicate its past breakfast. Merlin still hasn't come back.

A tightness shadows his heart, and he feels silly from just that. The covers are thrown off him, and he stands in the cold room. He walks to his table and sees Merlin had indeed brought his food. He sighs into his chair, looking at his plate, not really seeing his food across from him.

His natural path has diverged so much after he had met Merlin. So much so that he no longer knows if he even wants to find it again.

Arthur drifted to Merlin as if he was pulled by a string tied to his heart, and the pull only ever released its tension if the other man was near.

[spottedenchants]

**CR C3 Spoilers** So I was just reading “Just a Little Bit Longer, Love” in your TS series and in Chapter 3, when Essek’s teasing Caleb with all the names of his many aliases/disguises, you included: “Maybe Journey, or Seth?” Did you… did you somehow PREDICT his Cobalt Soul disguise???! 👀

okay short answer: no, not really xD

Seth (the name) is 100% from C3 ep94, and TS!Essek has had a Cobalt Soul persona in the bg of the the series for (irl) years. 'Prediction' feels like it requires some narrative foresight- I just wanted to make Essek do some community service xD

long answer with its own tl;dr:

One thing I like about fanfic is that it's a very fluid medium. One thing I like about writing TS as a non-chronological series is that fluidity is inherent to the 'overarching' story I am telling- it's like revisiting and revising memories. I'd like to think of TS as being canon-adjacent or canon-compatible, and I do on occasion edit minor details when something comes up in CR canon that I would like to include in the series. For example, the Nein Heroez is destroyed in Mighty Nein Reunited, so I went back through the series and renamed the ship to the Nein Heroez II because I thought the original getting destroyed was interesting while also still being very fond of its name.

'Seth' is not a name I came up with as an alias for Essek- that 100% came from C3 ep94. In fact, the original name I had there in Just a Little Bit Longer, Love was 'Tristan', an alias I have never used in TS save for that singular instance and thus far have not even drafted/planned anything for beyond a rough concept you can find on this post here.

THAT SAID (<- getting excited)

For the longest time, I have had TS!Essek doing Cobalt Soul work alongside Beauregard and Caleb in the background of the series (in the bg because idk how to write the work he is doing in an interesting way yet) and I am absolutely thrilled that Essek might be pursuing a similar path by 843 PD in CR canon AND that other people seem enthused about the idea too!

'Seth' as a concept (divorced from Cobalt Soul things) has helped me work through some open-ended tangles I've been picking at in my WIP pile for ages, such as Arc 2 TS!Essek being displeased when maintaining his persona of Phillip Sommer for prolonged periods of time. Phillip Sommer was drafted to be TS!Essek's main face in the Empire and thus his Cobalt Soul persona. However, all of TS!Essek's personas are gifted by his friends, kindly, yes, but gifted just the same, and that means none of them are Him- they don't look like him, their names don't sound like his, they are Different People. So 'Seth' slots in very nicely and I am Very excited to carve into TS!Essek's sense of self as it relates to 'Seth'.

TL;DR: While I do edit minor details like Tristan -> Seth, I am and have been a staunch supporter of Essek working with the Cobalt Soul for A While and I am so very excited to see others warm up to the concept so readily :D

[cerealmonster15]

i do love sneaking in side ships to fics where they arent the focus but also i think the only reason i have the cater/trey mention in this story was bc i needed a reason to prevent cater from giving silver and kalim more thought out advice kflsjdfklsjd i had to interrupt him and make him LEAVE!!!

[starlooove]

“There is no fanfic on Stephs treatment I have checked” that’s like the whole point.

[reasonablerodents]

Trapped somewhere, knowing they're going to die, with absolutely zero hope of being saved: character A's last words to character B.

I think I made myself consider crying ngl. This request is pure evil (affectionate). Anyway, uhhhhh…… I think Spencer fears forgetting/being forgotten so…… had to do it to ‘em

My Only Worry

Aaron Hotchner + Spencer Reid, Implied Main Character Death, Injury.

Romantic or platonic, you decide!

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“This is it, isn’t it?”

Spencer doesn’t sound angry or upset at all, just heart-wrenchingly complacent as he watches the blood bloom across his chest.

Hotch wants to scream, bang his fists on the concrete walls of the bunker they’ve ended up in, turn the body of the man who’d used his final act to trap all three of them here into pulp.

He doesn’t do any of those things.

Instead, he stays knelt beside Spencer, clutching both of his cold hands in his own- far warmer- ones. He barely notices the tears that make his eyes sting or the wracking sobs that cause his chest to convulse, entirely unaware of his own heavily bleeding wounds. None of those things matter, not any more.

“It isn’t,” Hotch pleads. “It isn’t, Spencer, they’ve got to know we’re here, they have to, they’re coming, it’s only going to be a few minutes, please-“

A painfully familiar gaze meets his own, wordlessly asking for a chance to speak, so Hotch stops immediately. The only sound in the room seems to be his choked breaths and the beating of two hearts, one desperate and panicked, the other getting slower by the second.

Spencer speaks quietly, but it still sounds like the loudest thing that Hotch has ever heard.

“You won’t forget me, will you, Aaron?”

[wi55iams]

Your father's name is Carlos Sainz. From the moment the ink dried on your birth certificate, you were also Carlos Sainz. Not just a name but a legacy. Not just a name but a command. Wherever you go, whatever you do, the moment they learn your name they'll think only of him, your own accomplishments forever and always second to his. Because your name is not Carlos Sainz. Your real name is just Junior.