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bad4amficideas · 6 months

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Fallen in Middle... Sea?

Okay, I just had a dream (that someone would please come and steal and write). Case in point 1. Persona falls into Middle Earth is one of my favorite tropes when people get all technical and discuss differences and such. 2. I just saw the Rings of Power. So, here we go with a bad written prompts of mine (fell free to use it) It's female coded because it's actually all a dream I had.

Reader may or may not be more or less a Tolkien fan, but between one thing and another she knows more or less what Sillmarion, the Hobbit and the Lord of the Rings are about (a lot of Wikipedia may or may not have helped).

But what does Reader know about the TV series "The Rings of Power"? Which is a series PENDING TO BE RELEASED in a few days. Galadriel comes out, Sauron comes out and a lot of OCs come out. Is written in the 2nd Age, about which hardly a thing is known. And people is already complaining because that and people of color or something like that. Reader gives two shits about it.

Soooooo The curtain opens.

Reader wakes up (not to mention almost drowns) in the open sea, nothing in sight. She is rescued by a bunch of people and all wears medieval clothes and speaks an unknown language. And they itch her clothes. What's so strange about her clothes!!? (they should be grateful that you're wearing long pants!!)

In any case, after a time at sea where only a couple of people try to communicate with her (Not to be ill-considered, but Reader believes that she already knows the word prostitute, whore or equivalent in the language of these people although what she has been taught does not include that word) something hits the ship and smashes it to pieces. Which leads them to wander aimlessly for two days or so. They will all be wet and hungry but the atmosphere is all hot and smoky!

In the wreckage of the ship you rescue someone who introduces herself as Galadriel. Cue your world going crazy because WAIT, this IS Middle Earth? (I mean, you had had clues because of how people blasphemes and blesses, but denial is a powerful weapon) What is Galadriel doing in the middle of the sea, with such a hidden bad character btw? (THAT IS NOT IN ANY BOOK!!!) And well, from here the story begins. Only you Halbrand (appropriately one of the few interested parties who was nice to you) and Galadriel survive the next attack at sea. You are rescued by hotty Elendil, etc.

Thus Reader becomes friends with these two sharing the "culture" of their "country" (world) and their eclectic knowledge. It may or may not be that Reader supports that Halbrand wants to spend the hell out of his "inheritance" (because long live democracy and things should be voluntary for people prepared for it and feeling it, although Reader admits that Halbrand is super smart -suspiciously even for a HUMAN commoner).

Also both (Halbrand and you) of you are considering making a place for yourself in Numenor (well, more him than you, Reader is thinking that if Galadriel is not an option, she doesn't know who to ask about her situation, since you never know where Gandalf is. Some other Istar, maybe?) but in the meantime you learn from their healers and try to adapt to the somewhat misogynistic culture (Why is everyone surprised that she is NOT married with children back her home, goddammit!) and wears long dresses everywhere -also PADS send help!!!- and you may be developing a crush (reciprocate, is he courting you?? Wow, how strange this world is!!) on Halbrand but rather die than hook up with a future king (first is to try to return home, if that is not possible, try to live a peaceful -no obligations- life, perhaps among the hobbits)

[Reader is a fan, but not a hardcore fan, she's not aware of certain things, in fact, she's still wondering when Gandalf and Mordor is going to appear, like, isn't it supposed to be IN the Southlands? Shouldn't she stop Halbrand or more like Galadriel to push Halbrand from going?)]

In my dream Reader calls herself a healer because is the closest thing in Middle-earth to her job (you can think whatever you want) and because of her knowledge she accompanies and helps Halbrand and Galadriel to the Southern Lands and later to the Elf Kingdom (making the trip not have to be so drastic and hasty).

Galadriel also mentions that "the three of us have met for some purpose" Because anyone can see that Reader is almost as out of place in Middle Earth as "The Istar" was upon his arrival (It doesn't help that Reader doesn't take off her sneakers/sport shoes/boots even by begging... I suspect she sudenly cares lot about her bra now). Some people call her behind her back "The Naive Wise One" because she knows and teach so much but at the same time she doesn't know.

#sauron x reader #halbrand x reader #mairon x reader #galadriel x reader #lotr x reader #tolkien x reader #in this house we yahey! isekaied!reader #star wars isekai #isekai x reader #isekai reader

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bad4amficideas · 6 months

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Do you know that there are many Star Wars Isekai Fics in AO3??? I just found out!!!! <- happy in the little things.

SO HERE GOES A PROMPT!!!!

Someone to write a fic where isekai!Reader (rejuvenated to Anakin's age or a little older, maybe Padme's) appears nears Dooku at the moment of Qui Gon Jinn's death and does the crucial step of returning him to the Light, reminding him of his favorite apprentice (because I think Reader would align with Dooku and Jinn's initial ideals) and he's in a moment of "come on, it's not THAT horrible here, redeem yourself, Christopher Lee, I mean Dooku". (Well, all that after the "what the hell language are you speaking to me?")

Then he trains Reader for a few years on his own (and not only in jedi matters but miscelanea) until speaking with Reader he tells them that if they seriously wants to be a Jedi they will have to go to Coruscant (and so they go and the story converges meeting the wonder duo JUST BEFORE Ani reunited with Padme and it is free ship reign -preferably poly, any poly you want).

Maybe Dooku half resumes funtions as Reader Master as time is the Count of Serenoo, maybe Reader gets asigned another master Surely there is discussion about their age and their non-traditional upbringing and education.

Then the story progresses with a Reader who really only half-knows Star Wars history but has everyone best interests at heart. And they gets very confused with the timelines, the fanfics they has read, canon and legends, BUT THEY tries.

I suspect that Reader would retire, keeping their lightsaber at the end of the war, or would see a reform where Jedi understand the saying "it is better to have loved and have lost than to have never loved at all" (but with healthy mourning). And that you can love someone and save the universe (or at least many heroes in stories can, THEY ARE NOT MY FAVORITE HEROES, but there are martyrs everywhere. Look, see Marvel Universe, see Sakura x Shaoran, KananHera, live for the other but at the end put the world between them, no sense!)

Then you can put in those things that people discuss like marriage yes or no, Jedi-Republic separation yes or yes (we are with Dooku in this after all). Jedi reform and rights yes or no. Clones linked to the Jedi in some way because who knows if society considers them people but the Jedi, of course, do. Feat Force Ghosts, villains gonna good, maybe goods gonna bad. Ashoka deserves better squad.

Oh, you can also play with the theories: Reader has NO FORCE for themselves. They doesn't have it but it absorbs or act as a channel (and can be easily possesed by ghosts, father/daughter/son and things like that). Reader has FORCE but rare, like otherworldly who does not play on the team light and darkness (idk The Mother who is both and none while the father balances both?? XD)

#star wars x reader #star wars x reader prompt #star wars isekai #someone write this #free prompt #in this house we yahey! isekaied!reader

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bad4amficideas · 2 years

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Damage Control (Isekai!Reader x Yandere!DC) (probably batfam)

First try actually writing Idk where I'm going It is based on one of the prototypes of my oc XD. As always, not checkreading, feel free to correct me

Note: English is not my language, so I hope you will be understanding of any flaws you find.

You checked one last time the decorations of the place. The food smelled good. The lights played with said decorations in a way that was not ostentatious. Your outfit suited you (or so you were told). Your employees looked perfectly normal AND without any hidden agenda. You have checked three times and you knocked on wood that no one was replaced throughout the night and for that matter, with effort, you had memorized all your personnel.

This fundraiser, more like a "coming out" had to be a success. Because you were L/N, who had exclusively secured a government contract to cover damages for superheroes and all related causes. While being mostly financed by the same heroes AND villains that caused such damage.

Though that's not supposed to mean they knew you knew who they were. Pros about your surprise that turns out all the theories about some people astral travelling in their sleep were true… and it was your case when something destroyed your Earth and you ended up in an alternate world… FROM a fucking COMIC.

Your company was called "Damage Control Inc" because you had a sense of humor and nobody knew about your, call it plagiarism, call it tribute, to another world. And was founded as result of criticizing the poor organization of the various insurance companies regarding these issues …and the fervent desire to have something totally Yours, not of the “you” of this world, which you suspected you had practically destroyed when you arrived.

Still a year later, you were afraid of sleeping too soundly, while their memories flashed at you at the most random moments. You still had to deal with parents who were not yours and whom you had made think that "you had lost your memory". Sad but true, cliches work.

You had never considered yourself ambitious until you found yourself with nothing, and no one to really see you. To you, not to them. And the only way for someone to see you without yelling was to stomp deep.

Even if that meant stepping on capes, playing with guilt complexes, and suggesting without suggesting a good way to launder more money to people like Lex Luthor. You didn't feel too guilty about those suggestions, since literally both sides had access to your maybe not so small business and could hold a stalemate against each other.

As you recalled the events that had brought you to the current circumstances you made one last tour of the ballroom of the hotel you had chosen, while you reviewed the list and the orders you gave in case of a "riot". The invitations had been distributed, but not everyone had felt the need to confirm their attendance. Or do it with an alias that you could identify. This could be a great hit or a big disaster.

Surely a disaster, you counted with a disaster even if the Daily Planet envoy didn't turn out to be Superman and Wayne Enterprises who confirmed attendance but didn't say who, wouldn't do you the favor of sending Lucius Fox as their representative (as they had been doing so far. Dealing with him had been a blessing that you sang about every day).

After all, there was also Luthor, who kindly confirm his assistance. And you swore you saw a Ra's Al Ghul alias (or at least, you read a Ducard confirm it), Queen Industries was also going to send someone and since this was a hero insurance company, Diana of Themyscira (playing her role as representative of her nation and the Justice League), various members of the government and an unknown Atlantean envoy had also confirmed attendance.

You took a deep breath as your secretary, Castor, a very enthusiastic young guy who was a decade short for filling the tuxedo, approached. Between your knowledge of "comic book lore" and his knowledge of "society" (and a couple of anxiety pills), you knew you had all your bases covered.

-Boss, it's about time!- The young man who had been with you from the beginning, as a volunteer at the hospital where you had to stay when you pretended to lose your memory, smiled -Who would have thought we'd get here– he encouraged you. You were sure that without his enthusiasm (despite which he was very down to earth), you both wouldn't have gotten anywhere.

-Yes… if we pass this, we can handle anything.-

2nd

#yandere dc x reader #dc x reader #👾.txt #yandere dc imagines #dc imagines #in this house we yahey! isekaied!reader

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bad4amficideas · 3 years

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IMAGINE SOULMATE AU (mark/tattoo, 1st contact) + YANDERE AU WITH THE BATBOYS

Gotham catch 'em all! 5am so so sorry

Edit: this is a concept, a sketch not an actual full developed story. I.MA.GI.NE. not drabble. Not oneshot. Imagine (Like you can and write in base of this, like pleaseandthank you!) (Also I'm not English tysm)

TERMS:

Canvas: noun, soulmate mark, looks like a UV tattoo. If you born with it, their appareance is a miniature which grow with you without deforming but actually get detailed (so no babies getting their marks in databases)

The Brush: noun, when you touch your soulmate for first time and your mark get colored

Painting: noun, colored canvas, which is supposed to turn into a colorful, maybe even metallic one, otherworldy for sure. Also used to refer to people who have found their soulmates.

Tear, teared: Used especially as an adjective, refers to the ugly scar/burn that remains where once was the canvas when the soulmate dies

Easel: noun, in modern times a derogatory term, person without a canvas, although some people are born without them because such souls haven't yet been born. (Yes, weasel word plays are a thing)

Imagine being another common girl in Gotham City. Your dream is to get enough money to get out or failing that, move to a "quiet" area (whatever gothamites understand as quiet).

In a lottery one, maybe find your soulmate. But since chances of finding one's soulmate are low-non existant (until point people tend to obsess if they find theirs and if your soulmate rejects you, well... legally they have the upper hand, can you believe it?? Whats this an omegaverse wtf???), that's only a nice dream and you're fine with getting only one of the two previous options and daydream with the later at a stable non-weirds-chemicals-involved-please job.

Your canvas is apparently some really pretty drawed little bird, signed by IIIIIIV. When you were little your dad play with you saying maybe they would be an ornithologist, naturalist or artist. Even when your parents weren't soulmates, they didn't want rip your dreams. But as a young adult, now you know the Brush and Paintings are things you could heard only on TV, and everyone knew media is misleading at best.

As the Wayne boys side, since they have spent a lot together, wounded and naked more or less willingy, although canvas are something private, they end up seeing each other's and realizing that theirs are identical. I pretend that Y/N representation in their body is a common female bird colored of reader choice clinging to a branch (like a robin is a common bird, if you think about it) and sometimes they hypothetically talk about her as (insert Dick begins this and it stucks better than a Disney song): babybird, duckling, birdie, lovebird, little dove, sparrow, angel, swan, songbird.

You are just one of the many girls in Gotham, you repeat yourself everyday as you do put make-up upon your canvas, over your heart. And canvas et all are something private, surely it isn't something unique. Tear, lines again, tear, reappear, but never all the canvas, only parts, you remember how your little bird spent a couple of years with part of his chest (now you're sure is a him) scarred until the lines were redrawn, then the upper-end was the scarred one, then head for a few moments?, the rest of the torso gone for moments was a recent one... You weren't the brightest pea in the pod (although apparently you were the best sperm). But, bird. Bird. Robin. And that every time you blinked there was one Vigilante more with that fucking name (although your favorite was the girl ofc! stick together!). But. BUt. BUT! Which of all of them was your soulmate and why had his head, legs, heart been ripped off and who knows what at one time or another?

You will later find your painting was a kind of watercolored robin with black eyes, beaks and legs. From its head to tail, the ussually grey upper body part was a gradient from blue to green, while its lower part did the same with red and yellow. You found it was not IIIIIIV but I (blue) II (red) III (yellow) V (green) because the now black numbers were splattered of color.

And all those rumors of who new hero/vigilante was previously "x" Robin it... maybe you were guilty or not of reading RealPeopleFictionxReader phase when young, but, Wayne and Relatives and the Batfam... nana, nana... naaaa?... right??

No way you were going to get close to those celebrities, as an attentionphobe and gothamite born, like you got all right, thank you, your instincts of self-preservation, and spending your adolescence scars on-off wasn't good for your heart... soul? So you knew you couldn't allow any of them be your soulmate (even when ofc none of then could and never would be yours). Plus even without the obvious association your mind may had or not done, you must be mental to want to be around either one, the BatFam or the Wayne Household.

Timeskip. You were finally at the University/College, studying what you want. You didn't get the waitress job. How did everyone get a waitress job except you? (on the other hand, maybe the universe was doing you a favor and you shouldn't complain) You work was cleaning in a hotel and thanks for that (even if it stinks and your hands were always sore and the bleach smell was always under your poor nose).

Especially since as a mediocre person your parents did not abuse you, although sometimes their extroversion and your introversion clashed but they did not die, tragically or not. They weren't heroes, vigilantes, or villains or a wanna be of neither. They love and care for you, they support you in college. You paid yourself the campus to start leaving the nest and finally let yourself love them... a little more far away (plus your old home was very far both work and class).

But one night, when "insert villain of your choice" (Scarecrow surely so Y/N acts seems reasonable) attack the hotel where you work and you run away the moment you hear Batman AND (which, dear, is suspicious, don't you think?) Batman intercepts you, but obviously a scared little bird like you cannot be anyone's accomplice, hostage at best, a victim?

You murmur, anxiety and/or fear increasing, something like no birds please no birds, I'm a good person, I swear, swear, only no birds, please, you give him your hotel ID and fly away uniform et all before "AND" arrives. No reader of mine will act coherently under pressure, never, unless they have been trained to do so or they had a hard life previously recognized.

You only go out for classes and work and your ID is in your hotel locker back on your next work day. You know that there are two Wayne boys studying at the same time as you (Damian, having skipped courses at Gotham Academy and also to be a meany to Tim, and said boy Tim, who needs to stop skip classes to favour vigilantism), but you don't meet any of them (as you have been able to do so far since the screams from their fans when they decide to attend classes are a great clue. They are likethe Gotham Kardashians you swear). After a month you think you can finally turn off the radar.

In fact, that night Batman kept your ID on his belt and investigated you in private. Was while rumming that either Damian or Tim found out and told the rest. And, hey, in principle they were only trying to get closer in their civil way because OBVIOUSLY you had nothing special in the record, and B. had close your case (without sealing it or give hits signaling you hide something, like if he was checking another victim of another attack even though nobody of them had seen you in one).

But why are you so scared of the definitely not so kids Wayne's? ok, you don't like to attract attention, you enjoy quality before quantity, and of its true Jason bulky built if you don't know him and Damian grumpy face can be intimidating... But after all the pantomime that the older brothers mounted in the door, attracting the glances so that either Damian or Tim would enter one of the seminars that they could pick and share with you, maybe get a seat near you, and you would look at them as if Scarecrow had thrown fear gas at you... they end stalking you, choosing you although their conscious part refuses to acknowledge that, you are still just a case, one on whom they don't mind spending large amounts of free time... but a "case".

Okay, let's say you keep you composure at the end. Then I'm sorry but they get close to you it's at least two against one. If not that day will be the next one or the next to that, they would sneak their way to you and you can't run. Greeting is polite. You must give thanks they pitied your introverted being and accounting Waynes shit so they are being subtle and you don't have middle campus with the popcorn.

ORRRRRR, let's say you manage to dodge them. For how long? without making a fuss? without being cornered and touched/grabbed without your consent?

"... Babybird. Babybird. Did you know and still you've been flying away from us?"

There I was, despising myself while tried written and then I remembered, do you know how most female birds are so dull in contrast to the male ones? I daydream a yandere+ soulmate au only to raise my spirits. Also background for a Porn without Plot YandereRobins x Reader if I ever wrote one 🤣

Edit: Damian is V (5) because in this story Stephanie Brown is the 4th (IV) Robin.

#batboys x reader #dc x reader #soulmate au #yandere batboys x reader #👾.txt #yandere red robin x reader #yandere red hood x reader #yandere nightwing x reader #yandere robin x reader #in this house we yahey! isekaied!reader

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