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avelera · 2 days
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I definitely don't need more WIPs right not for Dreamling, but sometimes it is fun to brainstorm a total nonsense fanfic-y premise played totally straight, which is why I'm fondly remembering the Cinderella Dreamling AU I brainstormed on one of the servers.
(Canon Divergence AU, because that's how I roll)
2022 rolls around and Hob and Dream are friends. Just... friends. Hob would love there to be more. He sometimes suspects, more like wishes really hard, that Dream would like more but, as usual, the guy isn't talking if he does. And Hob is too chicken to ruin the friendship they finally achieved to do something so uncouth as proposition his oldest friend.
He comes to the sad and perhaps inevitable conclusion that Dream has had all the chances in the world to say something so the only conclusion is that Hob's just not that interesting to him in that way. Stands to reason. The more Hob learns about the Dreaming and Dream's fantastical realm and all his adventures, the more Hob's almost single-minded dedication to living a normal life despite his immortality seems a bit... dull.
Enter Desire. Or Death. Or both. This is fanfic-y nonsense, after all, the point is there is a device and the device is our fairy god-person who is also sick to death of watching Dream pine from afar but is also a huge fan of chaos.
They (let's go with Desire for now, even if the trope is a bit overplayed, because it seems like their sort of thing) offer Hob a proposal. The chance to go into the Dreaming each night to woo Dream. Best of all, it will be with Desire's protection of his identity and a small amount of magic to create a persona for wooing Dream that won't be immediately obvious.
Oh, also, Dream is throwing a big fuck-off bash for Faerie or some other Dreaming ally so there's gonna be a party for weeks up there. Perfect place to slip in a new stranger. (Hob is a little charmed by the idea that he gets to be the stranger for once.)
Enter: the Knight of Roses.
Basically, Hob creates a persona into which he pours all of charm, wit, and courtier's polish from 600s years of life. If nothing else, he's having the time of his life at what is essentially a fancy magical masquerade ball where he gets to try his damndest to sweep Dream off his feet.
And it seems to be working. Hard to tell with Dream. But each night, Dream seems excited to see the Knight of Roses again.
(It is working. It's working very very well. The Dreaming is awash in flowers. Dream spends every waking moment he's not at the ball pacing his quarters, interrogating his subjects as to how in the world he can't get to the bottom of who this is, and every person who could nominally be considered his friend including his siblings and subjects are tearing their hair out with how sick they are of hearing about the Knight of Roses.
Hob doesn't hear about it though in the waking because Dream is in love with him and doesn't want to ruin any chance they might have together someday by agonizing over a mysterious guest who is probably some trick sent by Desire or Lucifer or someone to mess with Dream. He has no idea how right he is and how wrong he is not to bring it up to Hob.)
Secret Identity shenanigans ensue, of course, until we hit a breaking point with drama, tears, etc etc the usual for the trope because of course (gasp!) Hob is the Knight of Roses and there never was any need to create a separate persona because Dream was also agonizing over whether Hob was interested and Hob was so chill around him he assumed he was misreading all the signs. (Hob was working so, so hard to appear that chill around Dream.) Identities are unmasked and everyone lives happily ever after.
(But Hob is keeping the outfit once they're officially together, because Dream really, really liked the romance of the whole Knight of Roses identity but he likes it even more now that he knows it's Hob and not an evil trap laid by one of his enemies.)
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I feel like tommy would say such cliche stuff but make it sound new and good and hot and what I’m saying is i hope he tries all the oldest tricks in the book on buck
Yawning arm stretch to cuddling. “You come here often.” Etc etc
i will add when i think of more but i just thought about tommys smile at the coffee date scene again and i need a second
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lavender-000 · 13 hours
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Remus: for Gotrics sake tell me what crawled up your ass and died, you've been miserable the past week.
Regulus: fuck you
Remus : I'm serious
Regulus: I thought you're Re-
Remus: say one more thing I will shove something up your ass
Regulus: ...
Remus: ...
Regulus: I'm in love with Potter
Remus: ...
Regulus: where are you going?
Remus: to hide all the life threatening objects in our dorm
Regulus : it won't be that bad when Sirius find out...surely
Remus: youre the one that grew up with him
Regulus: ...fuck it is gonna be that bad
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thedemonofcat · 1 day
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Jaskier had flowers in his hair, not placed there but actually grown. For a long time, Geralt would wake up and notice that blossoms had sprouted among the strands of his bard's hair.
Ever since they’d met, Geralt suspected Jaskier might be at least part Forest Sprite, but Jaskier had no idea. Forest Sprites like Jaskier were rare and precious, and Geralt feared what might happen if people found out about one who didn't even realize what he was.
So, to keep Jaskier safe, each morning Geralt would carefully pluck out the flowers, making sure not to wake him. Geralt thought it best that Jaskier remain unaware of his origins unless he showed other signs of magic.
After their quarrel on the mountain, Jaskier still hadn't learned the truth. It seemed the flowers only bloomed when he was happy, and at that time, his happiness was sparse. Jaskier had started to notice animals acting unusually gentle around him, almost as if they sensed his melancholy and wanted to lift his spirits.
When Geralt brought Jaskier to Kaer Morhen, the bard discovered the truth. Things between them were improving, and they even began courting. Then one night, Jaskier performed for the crowd at Kaer Morhen, and the flowers began to bloom in his hair again. This time, Jaskier was awake to witness the vibrant colours sprouting around him.
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can you imagine an alternate universe where those kids in the vault grow up in the temple? jax would be so excited to learn to weild a lightsaber. eva in the crèches, meditating with her class, would get bored sometimes and send the force-pokes she’d learnt to make at one of her friends, giggling and making everyone lose concentration. they all could’ve been happy. sami might’ve been studious, and the archives master could’ve loved her. she would’ve been less quiet. have less responsibility put on her. she’d grow to be a serious but compassionate master.
i’m thinking about it and it’s hurting me that these kids are so little and experiencing so much pain. omega is obviously the oldest and she can’t be more than 13 or 14. eva seems to be about 6 or 7. i really want a world for them where they’re safe and loved at the temple, growing into their talents and nurturing them.
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📻Radioapple Funny Fic Idea (feat. Radiostatic and Staticapple) 🍎
Vox thirsting for BOTH Alastor and Lucifer after he found out their together. Alastor and Lucifer are not interested.
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ezrathing · 2 days
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Not an original idea!
Vox has a cord tail
We all need more fanfictions based on Vox having a cord tail. I've seen one fanfiction where the tail was the main point, and seen it mentioned here and there in other fanfictions.
WE NEED MORE! Please.
Sorry for not posting anything for a while. I've been in and out of the hospital for over a week, and my condition worsened over the past few days. I'm doing a bit better now, so now you all have to put up with this ADHD mind some more. Lol
That's all, goodnight!
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niningtori · 2 days
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i'm crying thinking about bsf!beomgyu or hyuka who you're obviously secretly in love with asking to start hooking up w u and u reluctantly agree but they end up breaking your heart because they noticed ur feelings n they've been hurt in the past :(
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adreamfromnevermore · 21 days
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AU Where the Justice League forms as usual except for one slight difference where Bruce just so happens to have been the one superheroing for the longest. (Excluding Diana, who got up to it in World War 1 and then mostly didn't while she learned about Man's World)
Bruce helps form the Justice League, ignoring all of the comments as they come to the sudden realization that Gotham's baby cryptid story is actually a man in a very intimidating armored suit who can and will break your arm if you cause problems for him. They are unaware that this is not the first team he's led, and actually he's used to teams full of mostly teenagers who also happen to be his children. This should be easier, this team is primarily adults.
He realizes rapidly that he doesn't understand these people.
His kids take bonding activities to mean learning a dozen different ways to break someones leg. That doesn't fly with these people. And that is most of Bruce's ideas, hell when he was a kid Alfred took every opportunity to get him out of his room and mostly that was with the agreement that Alfred would teach him how to defend himself. He's come by it honestly.
This team is not easier. They have more drama than when his house was actually full of kids. It's insane. He doesn't know what to do with it, usually he just sent the kids to their rooms or grounded them from patrol. That doesn't work here.
He comes to a strange crossroads. That falls apart when he forgets who he's working with and snaps at Hal with a full room of heroes that the next person to throw a punch or an insult without a reason too will be sparring with him.
A long standing rule in the batcave that worked two fold to prevent infighting between the kids and too ensure that they were well and truly trained.
It works wonders. No one says a word out of line for the rest of the debrief. Bruce becomes the unofficial mediator of the league over Clark because anytime he walked in on a fight it suddenly became 10 times more civil out of sheer terror of what he'd do to them in a sparring match.
Eventually they actually meet his kids. Well, one kid.
Half way through a mission (one of the rare ones in Gotham) the Bat comes to a complete stop at the edge of an alley. Every single league member on the team comes to a stop behind him. Slowly from the shadows of the alley a man in a red helmet stalks out to greet them.
"You don't call, you don't write"
"Red Hood."
"Don't Red Hood me! We've been worried sick!"
"I was at the cave last night."
"You didn't answer my texts B. You always answer my texts."
Somehow it ends with big and scary following them through the rest of the mission with a running commentary of how much Bats has let him down in his failure to respond in a timely manner to a text send less than an hour before he ran into them in the alley. It only ends when Red Robin shows up.
And even then it only ends because Hood can't keep himself from throwing a punch and Bruce has to snap at him that if he throws another one they're sparring when they get home.
And by god is Jason giving up the chance to punch his brothers.
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tossawary · 7 months
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Rewatched the Howl's Moving Castle movie (fantastic animated movie, definitely inspired by more than an adaptation of the book) while doing something else and I was struck this time by the fact that the Prince (Turniphead the Scarecrow) says that he intends to go tell his king to call off the war, but THEN he intends on COMING BACK to Ingary to shoot his shot with Sophie again because (as he says to the flirtatious Witch of the Wastes) "hearts change".
And maybe he will come back to make Sophie an offer of marriage and then leave again when he's turned down, but I imagined for a moment that the Prince (who is possibly the movie's version of Prince Justin, so let's call him Justin) might just... move back into Howl's house without asking and stay there. There are several cases of precedent for this. Also, as Turniphead, he's shown several times helping Sophie with laundry, or playing with Markl, or helping the Witch of the Wastes move around, and Sophie deserves that kind of help around the house! Howl isn't going to reliably do chores.
And you know what? I think Howl would be into that shit. There's something very Wynne-Jonesian about it all still. It's tempting to write a post-canon fic about this situation from the movie with an extra dash of flavoring from the books. Like:
This is the infamous wizard Howl Pendragon/Jenkins, a vain draft-dodging flirt who likes to build moving castles to evade taxes too. The beautifully angry young woman with the silver hair over there is his wife, Sophie Hatter, who may or may not be an extremely powerful witch, but right now she's dusting and do not get in her way. This is Calcifer, the fire demon who used to have Howl's heart and is arguably his other life partner and also might be in love with Sophie, and this is arguably kind of actually his house. The old lady smoking a cigar over there is Howl's ex-girlfriend and former nemesis, the Witch of the Wastes, who now lives in their house. This is Markl, Howl's apprentice, kind of his kid, and there is no explanation of where he comes from or what happened to his parents. The dog used to be(?) the Royal Wizard's spy (Howl used to be her apprentice and potential successor) but now he also just lives here. And that's Prince Justin of Strangia, Sophie's house-boyfriend. Don't listen to the propaganda, he wasn't kidnapped by a heart-eating wizard; he used to be a cursed scarecrow and now he wants to be here to help Sophie do laundry. He's trying to homewreck and Howl thinks it's both funny and hot.
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frownyalfred · 23 days
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it’s basically a rite of passage for every one of Bruce’s robins to sneak behind his back, try on Batman’s cape, and then nearly topple to the floor as they realize it’s close to 25 lbs of reinforced Kevlar and insulation.
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killerpancakeburger · 2 months
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Imagine being a member of the Task Force who's pining after Ghost, but thinking he's not able to fall for anyone right now and may very well never be. It's fine though - you're happy with standing by his side - or at least you try to convince yourself you are. Soap has a deeper bound with him than you, but that's fine too. You would never dare to come between them. Never dare to deprive Ghost of someone he needs.
So when you see Soap in mortal peril, you don't even need to think about it. You shove him out of the way and take the bullet/knife meant for him. You survive, but barely. All is well.
Or so you think, until Ghost barges into your hospital room and rips into you. His fury is equal to the feelings you made him go through: resentment for throwing your life away so casually, fear of losing you, and the helplessness of being unable to save you.
All this time you’ve been convinced that he'd be happier with Soap alive, even if it meant you dead, so you're utterly confused in front of his rage.
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lmtyl · 4 months
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Picturing sleep-deprived college student Danny Fenton wandering into an active crime scene without realizing it, pushing detectives aside to get at a device they hadn't even REALIZED was a bomb yet and disarming it (have you SEEN the things his parents build?!?), and then he just. Walks away.
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captainkirkk · 3 months
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Currently thinking about the people who AREN'T stuck in the time loop and how jarring that must be
Imagine: You wake up to a morning like any other morning and suddenly you don't recognise your friend. Your friend has lived for years - decades, maybe - in worlds that you can't possible understand and it shows. You don't understand. Your friend was fine yesterday.
And even if you find out about the time loops, you have no memory of them. You can plan, but it's probably something your past selves have already tried. You can offer comfort, but you can't tell them anything they haven't heard before. And you can't go with your friend into tomorrow. You're just a ghost.
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thedemonofcat · 2 days
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For as long as he could remember, Jaskier had always stood out from the crowd. He didn't seem to age like everyone else, and he had an unusual affinity with animals and nature that was hard to explain.
Most people dismissed it as Jaskier just being a little eccentric, until one morning when he and Geralt were camping out.
Jaskier woke up to find that his ears had become pointed, tiny horns had sprouted from his head, and his face was now dotted with freckles that sparkled in the light.
But that wasn't even the strangest part—when he tried to speak, his words came out as a series of ringing bells, leaving Geralt struggling to understand him and figure out what was happening to his bard.
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ktkat99 · 11 months
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Angst/humor fic idea, if you need a prompt:
Bruce finds out the hard way which of his kids is okay with the 'unadoption' joke threats he makes when they annoy or stress him out. "Why did I adopt you?"..."I still have your adoption certificate. I wonder if the orphanage accepts returns?"..."I knew I should have left you on that street corner where I found you."
Dick fires back with twice as much sass, sometimes rolling his eyes and flipping off Bruce when he gets older.
Young!Jason looks so scared the first time he hears one, and Bruce never jokes about it again. Adult!Jason makes jokes about unadopting himself.
Tim is far too tired to register that it was a joke and gets quiet and avoids Bruce completely for the rest of the week until Bruce realizes what he did wrong and tracks his son down. They talk and Bruce never implies regretting to adopt Tim again.
Cass laughs along with him before pulling out her adoption certificate from her pocket and grinning, scaring him. His kids's adoption paperwork was all stored in a hidden, impenetrable, designed-by-Batman safe. Laughter fades and she just whispers "You'll never be rid of me."
Bruce- Maybe Talia wants you back.
Damian, not even phased- And maybe Alfred would have rather been working for a doctor than a clown-hating, nocturnal, combat furry, but I guess we're both out here disappointing our parents.
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