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terry-perry · 2 months
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Charlie: You are the demon who loves Alastor. Y/N: Yes, I am. I've never denied it. But whoever said he loved me back? He's the Radio Demon. He doesn't go around falling in love with souls. And if you think he's anything that small, or that ordinary, then you haven't the first idea of what you're dealing with.
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kquil · 8 months
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it’s a fleeting idea rn and i don’t know if it’s worth pursuing or not so i need some opinions please
here are the tropes i’m thinking of including :
married wolfstar/jegulus ; surrogate mother reader ; strangers to friends to lovers ; silent pinning ; modern au ; muggle au ; rich wolfstar/jegulus ; princess treatment ; hard pre-relationship pinning ; rough beginnings ; hurt/comfort ; some angst ; miscommunication ; fluff ; happy ending
if this poll turns out in favour of the fic idea, i’ll begin planning as soon as i can after my 1k milestone event but please tell me your thoughts in comments/messages/asks (whichever you’re comfortable with) if you have any ideas or things you’d like to see if you’re especially eager for a fic like this, maybe it’ll give me inspiration and motivate me to write it
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trulytiredhermit · 10 months
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Ayo just had a big brain thought about the potential Botw/Totk Link x Reader fic.
But like y’all know the great horned statue that can trade Link’s hearts for stamina and all that jazz? The one who got turned to stone by Hylia for previously doing so in the past and is also considered a divine being like Hylia?
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What if the reader WAS the Great Horned Statue, a deity themselves that Hylia disapproved of and therefore turned to stone.
But then one day a blonde haired, weary travelers stumbles across her stone carved prison and somehow breaks it? (Or by “paying” her to exchange his health and stamina so many times she gained enough power to break out of her prison)
And then Link is just “haha you’re coming with me” cause why WOULDN’T he want a deity on his side to help him with his fight against the calamity (and also because ever since waking up in the shrine he too has formed a bit of a grudge against Hylia).
Just some of the thoughts I’ve been cooking up cause I do eventually wanna write a botw/totk fic one day.
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hippolotamus · 4 months
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Inspiration Saturday 🏥
So hear me out (she says as if she needs or has time for one more wip). This song came up in my playlist the other day and really had me thinking about an idea I’ve had stirring in my brain for ages.
Particularly these lines
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So I have this idea for a smaller something from Maddie’s POV during the time when she gives Buck the Jeep.
Thoughts???
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triple-asstro · 1 year
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lil incorrect quote w/ thorin and thranduil's wives and thorin + thranduil
(a/n: i'm thinking of writing a short oneshot with these characters, if you want that, lemme know)
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Thorin's Wife: Hey, Thranduil's Wife, what do you think it would be like if we both had kids?
Thranduil's Wife: What would it be like? Inconvenient, mostly.
Thorin's Wife: No, I mean, what would they be like, the kids? You ever think about it?
Thranduil's Wife: Can't really say I have.
Thorin's Wife: You know, for someone as eccentric as yourself, you can be boring as fuck sometimes.
Thranduil's Wife: Sorry, Thorin's Wife. For what it's worth, I'm picturing them now. You, a wee girl. Me, a little boy. Two perfect little freaks of nature raised by people who've clearly got no business bringin' up anybody.
Thranduil: This food is too hot… I cannot eat it.
Thranduil's Wife: You’re very hot, and I still eat you.
Everyone at the table: silence
Thorin: YOU GUYS ARE DISGUSTING!
Thorin's Wife: One dinner… I just want ONE DINNER!
Thranduil: Screams
Thorin: Screams louder to establish dominance
Thorin's Wife: Should we do something?
Thranduil's Wife: No, I want to see who wins.
Thranduil's Wife: I hardly slept last night
Thorin's Wife: When you can’t sleep, it means someone is thinking about you. Someone who loves you.
Thranduil's Wife: Who would be thinking about me at 3 a.m.?
Thranduil: [panic]
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jaebeomsbitch · 8 months
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And if I wrote a Childhood best friend! Eddie Munson x virgin!reader who’s always been sheltered from anything remotely sexual so they’re a mid-twenties virgin and Eddie’s got a corruption kink would anyone judge me?
And I’m talking the reader’s like repressed repressed, can’t even say vagina or penis.
Eddie thrusting into reader “Look at you, your puppy/princess parts are taking me so well sweetheart” he grunts.
Guys my brain is so depraved, somebody help me.
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ofstarsandvibranium · 2 years
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Okay so like we know Alex is because of Alexander the Great, but for a girl, how about Luna? The Spanish word for moon 🌙 💜
brb writing this down...
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101flavoursofweird · 2 months
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clanofjones · 9 months
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I need to scream/explain my agenda for both a:
"We Don't Talk About Bruno" but instead of Bruno it's Bayverse Casey bc ACAB featuring the multiverse
A fic/potential episode for ROTTMNT but it's Draxum and Leo centric because we were robbed and Leo deserves to be a salty little bitch
SO WHO'S GONNA STEP UP
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madamofthestars · 5 months
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Yandere Argenti with a fallen eon darling whom is currently forgotten by many yet he still choose to follow his eon darling but end up protecting them as their knight.
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maelstrom-of-emotions · 7 months
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SasuNaru snippet.
For @atqh16, whose ideas are sparking way too many dynamites in my brain. For god's sake, why is it that when I'm at my most busy that's when ideas decide to hit? I've got so many W.I.P's I have to complete, but, oh well—
The scars whispered secrets of a garden haunted by stolen blooms.
From the crevices and chasms of his weary form, delicate tendrils of life erupted, unfurling like pale specters in the moon's ethereal glow. It was a ghastly ballet of nature's triumph over human frailty, a testament to resilience carved in flesh and bone.
From the deep, jagged scars that marred his skin, blossoms of sorrow and hope arose, their petals kissed by a pale luminescence that cast long, ghostly shadows. Their roots snaked through the fissures, entwining with the sinews of his being.
Each bloom held the weight of his untold stories, the fragrance of his silent suffering mingling with the night air. They whispered secrets carried by the wind, secrets of a soul adrift in the boundless sea of existence. And yet, they yearned for solace, for the gentle touch of understanding hands.
Those hands were brushed aside, shoved aside for calloused hands and indifferent hearts. Hands that came to teal away these fragile blossoms, ignorant of the pain that bled with each pluck. They took, as if entitled, heedless of the toll it exacted on Naruto's garden of scars.
Petals fell, like mournful tears, leaving behind a desolation that echoed in the hollow chambers of his heart. The once vibrant blooms now lay strewn, reflecting the erosion of his spirit. And still, the insatiable hands reached out, tearing at the remaining vestiges of his fragile sanctuary.
As the moon waxed and waned, so did the garden of Naruto's heart. What was once a testament to the indomitable spirit, now bore the wounds of a thousand thefts. Each stolen blossom left behind a void, an emptiness that resonated through the very core of his being.
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For all that the sunlight dappled through verdant leaves, there was no warmth to be found in Konoha.
No warmth for Naruto who had been drowned in the cold and cruel waters of solitude. From the first rays of dawn, he was taught to bear the weight of his trials, to swallow his problems like bitter pills.
(Jiji's weary voice weaves a lament, 'What doesn't kill you births strength,' he murmurs, a symphony of sorrow in his timeworn tones.
Younger Naruto, the one that had been a mere sapling had nodded, eyes wide and yearning, desperately trying to find some source of warmth.
But after years of fighting off the shadows that have embraced his soul, a scream threatens to tear itself out of his chest. ‘I don't crave for strength,’  his words come out as a hoarse whisper, merging with the ephemeral winds. ‘Love's embrace, safety's sanctuary, and happiness' tender kiss – these are the blooms I seek.’
But what does it matter now, when the recipient of those words has long turned to dust?)
A tempest, raging silently within the confines of his being, whipped by memories that howled like winds through the gnarled branches of ancient trees. His heart, a mosaic of shattered dreams and thwarted hopes, was guarded by a ribcage of iron.
The sunken path he treads upon was strewn with the fragments of a thousand battles fought, both within and without. Each step echoed with the resonance of whispered promises and stifled cries. His spirit, forged in the crucible of adversity, bore the scars of unspoken pains etched deep into his very core.
He found no guidance on how to mend the breach, how to stitch together the torn fibers of his soul. The echoes of his struggles reverberated through his chest, a relentless drumbeat that pulsed with the rhythm of a heart yearning for release.
His voice, once vibrant as a chorus of songbirds heralding the dawn, had become a hushed murmur, choked by the weight of unspoken burdens. The river of words that once flowed freely, now dammed by the wreckage of unvoiced confessions. His throat, the conduit of his soul's symphony, lay barren and desolate.
In the quiet moments, when the village slumbered and the moon cast its silvery veil, Naruto would sit beneath the canopy of stars, seeking solace in their distant glow. His breath, a fragile whisper in the vast expanse, carried the weight of untold stories and stifled cries. The moon, a silent witness to his struggles, bathed him in its ethereal light, as if offering a balm for his wounded spirit.
The heavens wept for him, their tears mingling with the rain that kissed his cheeks, as if mourning the silent suffering of a soul bound by its own silence.
He was far too tired now to find the strength to retrace the stitches of his heart, to sew his throat back together, and reclaim the voice that had been lost to the winds of misfortune.
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The hands that cradle his face are gentle, as if woven from the finest threads of moonlight. Their touch, a balm to wounds unseen, carries the solace of forgotten lullabies, each finger a whispered promise of respite.
Warmth, like a slow, ethereal river, seeps into his skin, a golden current burrowing its way into the very marrow of his bones. It pulses, a steady rhythm of comfort, casting away the shadows that had taken refuge within his soul.
‘Come on, usuratonakachi.’
The voice that reaches his ears is soft as if made from the very material clouds are made of. It swirls around him, a delicate mist of wisdom and weariness, carrying the weight of centuries in its ethereal notes. It is a voice that has weathered storms and witnessed the rise and fall of empires, yet still carries the tender cadence of compassion.
In the hushed stillness, Naruto finds himself drawn to the presence before him. Sasuke stands like a sentinel in the fading light, his form bathed in a halo of moonbeams. His eyes, deep wells of understanding, hold the secrets of a thousand lifetimes, and yet, they shimmer with a melancholic gentleness.
‘Let's go home.’
As the words hang in the air, they linger, like a whispering breeze through forgotten ruins, carrying with them the weight of unspoken truths.
(A fragile bloom grows amidst the thorns of his existence.)
Maybe, Naruto wonders, just maybe, they are, perhaps, the flowers that can grow even in the cracks and scars of his wounded heart, awaiting only the touch of tenderness to awaken them from their slumber.
(Love, pursuit, and happiness need not be distant stars in a darkened sky.)
Inspired by the Hanahaki disease.
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binouchetruc · 1 year
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step 1: have ideas for a fic step 2: draw fanart of it instead of writing it down step 3, probably: never write it
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Help I suddenly want to drop everything and write a Jily/Marauders fic that is this and I lack the self control to shelve it…
Edit: I did it lol
More regency vibes: 2 and 3
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Emmet pov for Stolen? (Crystal Conductors AU)
Greetings fellow fic readers! I have a proposal for youuuuuu~
The following is about the submas fic 'Stolen':
I originally kept the details of what happened to Emmet vague for 'Stolen', since (1) it wasn’t the focus of that story and (2) it hurts (╥_╥)
BUT, since I’ve gotten some burning questions and interest regarding what in Reshiram happened, I’m considering writing a small thing to explore this very idea. An Emmet pov! The story will likely be heavy angst as well as somewhat vague in nature since… well… (*muffled crying*)
Just be aware that it’s not gonna be a good time and the ending may be bittersweet. (I’ll try to make it as nice as possible, but no guarantees~)
Dost thou wish for suffering? Do let me know what y’all think!
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hybinger-nova · 6 months
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Just had a random crackfic idea, though it would require me relearning some rules of a board game.
Vio is not allowed to play Monopoly
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albinokittens300 · 2 years
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Kinda wanna write a fic where Daemon takes Rhaenyra to Dragonstone like she dared/asked him to in episode 5...
Because it's literally right there. Waiting for someone to write it.
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