#what if scenarios

[teruel-a-witch]

so we know how danny has trouble falling asleep/sleeping next to his gf in s5 but easily falls asleep next to steve? what if he developed an unhealthy coping mechanism of falling asleep in steve's bed whenever they (especially steve) had a near-death experience or when he was worried about him because the sound of steve's breathing was enough to calm him down?

what if one day after his insomnia and anxiety got bad enough he just came into steve's room in the middle of the night, plopped down on the bed next to him and when steve asked him what he was doing he just said 'trying to get some sleep, what does it look like I'm doing?' and promptly fell asleep. steve could only say 'o-kay' because he noticed how exhausted danny has been lately and that was it.

from then on it becomes sort of a calming ritual for danny, they don't talk about it, don't do anything but sleep, they barely touch at all, except for a couple of times when danny puts his hand on steve's heart. steve gets that danny needed to hear the steady beat.

their holding pattern could have gone on forever except one of the times danny crawled into his bed, steve is actually dating someone. that someone is not thrilled to 'surprise' their boyfriend only to find danny in his bed in the morning. especially after steve told them he didn't want to see them the night before because he wasn't feeling up to it. 'i accepted how weirdly close you are with your best friend but I draw the line at you cuddling in bed together when he's clearly got a thing for you'.

danny feels awful and cannot meet steve's eyes 'i'm sorry i ruined things for you, i was being selfish, i'm gonna go'.

steve stops him, something is nagging at him, he realizes it's that danny hasn't denied his now ex's assumption. 'please tell me if it's true, because if it is, you are the only person i ever want in my bed. i'm not sorry i got dumped if i don't have to almost die just to get a chance to fall asleep next to you.'

danny can't resist interjecting 'as happy as i am with this turn of events, could you tone it down with almost dying please?'

'i can promise i will try anything for you, babe'.

that night danny sleeps like a pleasantly exhausted log, too happy and tuckered out to smack steve for smugly calling himself 'doctor sleep'.

#mcdanno #h50 headcanons #h50 #h50 season 5 #danny williams #steve mcgarrett #h50 scenarios #hawaii five 0 #myh50 #idiots in love #mutually pining idiots #sleeping together that leads to 'sleeping' together #i just love the trope of platonic bed sharing leads into more #there's only one bed #worried!danny #what if scenarios #mcdanno what if #mcdanno imagine

[captainlilyuniverseworld]

What if...?

What if....

Summary:

What if Gale and Astarion had met before the events of the Mindflayer invasion? What would have happened to our favorite vampire spawn and chosen of Mystra if different choices were made?

Notes:

I had a few ideas for what if scenarios revolving around Astarion and Gale. Like what if they met before the main game, things along that vein.

#baldur's gate 3 #gale of waterdeep #astarion ancunin #bg3 #gale x astarion #bloodweave #alternate universe #what if scenarios #different timeline #gale dekarios

[redjaybird]

[i cant draw scary monsters so i might as well do a chibi version fklsdjfskdjf

little Rage creature]

#mun art tag #rage mode #what if scenarios #ps jay is uber slowly becoming a monster over time #so if he keeps living long enough #this is what an eridian artifact is going to make him #except bigger but like i suck at monsters lol

[punster-2319]

It’s a shame that The Nightmare Before Christmas and A Goofy Movie aren’t in the official Disney animated canon, because if they were and had gotten the same marketing push as Beauty and the Beast, Aladdin, and The Lion King then 1991 through 1995 probably would have been the studio’s most successful run of animated films.

#or if the hunchback of notre dame was their follow-up to the lion king instead of pocahontas #random thoughts #what if scenarios #disney #disney renaissance #walt disney animation studios #disney animated canon #the nightmare before christmas #a goofy movie

[valleynix]

It has been a very, very long day for Alcina Dimitrescu, and her morning has only just begun.

She returns from the urgent meeting that had been called by her leader, only for said woman to not even show. It wasn't like Mother Miranda to simply forget she had even called a meeting, but Alcina was too tired to care in the moment. She bids her siblings a brief farewell, and she returns to her castle as the moon shines high above her, illuminating her path.

Perhaps she should have noticed, then, that something was amiss.

Her castle is strangely quiet as she approaches its main doors, even for how early in the morning it is. She expects to see a few candles lit or even a maid or two passing a window, but it is dark in many of them.

For only a few moments, she thinks nothing of it. Perhaps she is too tired to remember what her home is like this early, and so, she will ask her daughters about it after she gets some rest.

As Alcina enters her home, she notices two things almost immediately: first, her castle is utterly destroyed. Vases and statues have been thrown or smashed into the ground, paintings and wallpaper ripped, holes in her fucking walls-

Second, blood is splattered along the floor and walls, and there are severed limbs and bodies everywhere.

Her heart squeezes painfully in her chest as she struggles to look for her human, pinching her nose as she walks to hide the stench a little. She knows they're no longer human, not after whatever Mother Miranda had done to them, but for their own sake and out of habit, she continues to refer to them as such.

She also knows what it looks like when someone has gone feral, and she fears for them. She wonders if something happened while she was away, if one of her daughters had something they shouldn't or the Cadou in them snapped; either way, she fears she may find her human too late.

She notices the bodies of maids in the halls as she follows their trail, her brows furrowing. It... doesn't quite seem as though any weapon had done this sort of damage. If she didn't know any better, she would assume claws had dug into her staff and torn them limb from limb.

But... No, that wasn't possible. She could replace the staff if her daughters attacked them, and for some time, she convinces herself that is all it is.

How wrong she would come to realize she is.

Alcina steps into a hallway just as her human stumbles back to leave it, their hand severed and wings twitching behind them, knocking over several vases and paintings as they smear more blood everywhere.

It is then she sees her middle daughter, and for a moment, she is utterly frozen.

She cannot move as Cassandra crumbles to the ground, her body becoming a pale, ashy color as her legs begin to disintegrate. She knew the risks of even gaining her daughters, she knew what it would look like if they were weakened and killed.

Daniela is somewhere nearby, desperately calling for her to help or something, though she finds she cannot focus on what is being said to her. Her eyes widen and her heart shatters in her chest, and for the first time in her life, Alcina is lost.

She does not know what to do. She tries her best; her knees crack as she falls to them on the floor, as Cassandra reaches for her with tears in her eyes and her arms crumbling to ash on the ground, sobbing out, "Mamă-"

She holds her daughter close to her chest, shaking as she ensures her protection with her arms completely around her. She cannot cry, does not dare to, but she feels what little was left of her humanity slip away from her grasp when Cassandra is nothing more than a pile of crystallized ash on the ground.

Daniela is the next to be taken from her, and she assumes Bela was the first. She does not find her eldest's remains, as she does not think herself capable of remaining in this form if she sees them, and she knows she must protect her youngest.

It is a futile attempt.

Her last daughter - her precious child - is taken from her in a moment's notice. She does not realize Daniela is gone until she sees that bastard stand from her crystallized form, dripping with blood as their only remaining eye glows brightly against the darkness in the courtyard.

They run from her, as anyone with a bit of brain left would do. She only manages to keep up with them through the blood stains they leave on the floor and the occasional mangled body of a maid that got in their way.

As the sun peeks over the large mountains encasing the village, trapping it from the rest of the world... She kills her beloved.

If she were being honest, she never thought this day would come. She had hope and faith in them, in their motivations, and perhaps, she wonders, that was her fatal mistake.

She realizes there is no hope for them, not after what they had become. They are nothing more than a feral beast, and even if they had regained their humanity, she would never let them live for what they had done to her daughters.

With tears in her eyes, she slices her large and sharp claws straight through their neck, severing their head from the rest of their body in an instant. She does not know if it will kill them, considering the other various wounds along their body that should have already, but she will slice them to pieces if she must.

There is a moment - a blissful fraction of a second - where her love looks at her with nothing but adoration and gratitude in their eyes. Throughout all the months she's known them, through every interaction she's had with them... She has never witnessed such a pure form of peace in their golden eye.

As soon as their body hits the ground, their head following, she realizes she is truly lost.

She could not protect her daughters, not when they needed her most. She allowed this monstrosity to invade her home, to kill the only things she held so dear to her heart. She will never forgive herself, and she knows she must live with the consequences of her actions.

Alcina sits amidst the cold morning air, watching as her breath clouds in front of her and the blood pools around her love's head, staining the pristine white snow around them. She ponders a way to change the course of things, to go back and prevent you from ever stepping foot in her castle-

It is days before her prayers receive an answer. She begs every night at her daughters' graves, trying not to cry as she kneels by them. She stays with them until she can no longer keep her eyes open and her fingers have lost all feeling, and even then, she shuffles her way back inside.

When she awakens that morning, it takes her some time to realize when she is.

It starts out as any other morning would; the sun peeks in through the barely opened curtains covering her window, her heart aching, her eyes bleary before she puts her glasses on...

Daniela clambers into her bed not long after with what she hopes is a tray of edible meat. She does not understand, wonders if she had passed in her sleep and joined her darlings once more in the afterlife, but she remembers this day.

It is months before her daughters even found that human out in the snow, and as she realizes she has been given a second chance, she does not let her daughters out of her sight.

As she moves about her days with her children, spending more time with them and spoiling them with whatever they ask for, she vows to herself that she will not save her love that night. Whenever it comes, she will keep her daughters inside and safe, and while her heart breaks at the thought of abandoning them, she knows what must be done.

She learns to move on. It is not something she expected to find herself doing, but she is lost in the excited smiles of her daughters, the way they playfully banter with one another like they had before, their carefree movements and hobbies...

She catches herself simply watching them at times as she attempts to forget everything she had witnessed.

It's hard to forget them, though. Alcina often finds herself searching around the castle for her love, her eyes lifting to meet their own as she writes in her office, only to find an empty seat. She asks for two trays of food, expecting a guest to accompany her as she works, and she is left alone until there are mere embers in her fireplace.

She does hope they're all right, wherever they may be these several months back. She sometimes fights the urge to go out and find them, to ensure their care and safety. Her castle is rather dull without their unique light spreading throughout it, but if this was the price she had to pay to see her daughters again? She would be a fool to turn it down.

Two months after her reawakening from that horrible nightmare that had been her life, Alcina decides it is finally safe for she and her daughters to leave the castle's grounds. She takes them into the village, as she must converse with Duke, but she finds little ways to spoil them.

The bright smiles on their faces as she gives them little allowances to spend on the one rule they behave is well worth whatever else she had gone through to get to this point. The kiss on her cheek she receives from Daniela is enough to make her entire life worth it.

Her daughters are just out of sight as she converses with Duke about business and trades, as they discuss prices and routes, though she hears their laughter and snarky comments. It's enough to ease her anxieties enough to relax for the first time in months.

Halfway through her talk with Duke, she spots them walking with a young woman, smiling gently as they speak quietly with one another. She cannot stop looking at them, at the calmness in their stance and the innocent look in their eyes. There are no heavy bags beneath their eyes given after terrible, sleepless nights, and there are no worry lines on their face.

It takes her a moment to recognize them as her human, but even as they pass her, she says nothing. They merely glance up at her, eyes wide and not golden as their companion urges them away. They look so human here, and she resists the urge to go to them, to comfort them-

They do not remember her, and perhaps it is a blessing.

Another month passes as the date of their existence in her life draws ever closer. She's unsure why she remembers them when no one else seems to, when her daughters give her questioning looks about the strange newcomer she swears she saw in the village.

She does wonder if it was simply someone else she saw, and her life without them had caused her to see them in places they weren't. As no one seems to remember ever seeing them, even the commoners in the village, she decides they must not exist in this reality any longer.

She still does not let her daughter roam outside that night, regardless of what had happened to her missing staff. She assures her daughters she will take care of it in the morning, and she falls asleep at her desk before she can think to secure them in the castle.

By morning, she sees them again. Her daughters drag them in by their foot into her office, giggling about them and remarking the state they're in. Their limbs have been chewed on by what she can only imagine were lycans, their clothing torn, especially around their back, blood staining their body, an obvious discoloration or blackness in their skin...

When they open their bleary, golden eyes, glowing softly in the morning sun, Alcina Dimitrescu realizes she is utterly fucked.

#:3 #spoilers if you're new here and havent read up to chapter eight #it probably wont make sense otherwise #it's an angst fest tho #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #what if scenarios #heart ripping posts

[madcatdaderpydrawer-blog]

Fallout: New Lunar

Don’t worry the trauma will harden him and make him super cool

#sams au #trapped forever au #what if scenarios

[fuckmesaitama]

Is there any fanfiction where this therapy session is continued? Or can I request someone to try to write one such scenario? I’m just really curious as to how their talk would have gone, seriously. And I can’t quite think it well enough to write it myself. I’ve really wanted to see the fight (without exactly the tragedies happening right now) but this serious table talk seemed actually pretty unique and heartwarming. Hilarious too.

#OPM #One Punch Man #Saitama #Garou #Saitama vs Garou #talking session #In some alternate universe #they’re chilling out #and God is pulling out his non-existent hair #what if scenarios #fanfiction

[ladylynse]

Would n't mind writing about Randy Cunningham, in these what if scenarios, inspired by Norse Myths. At some point after S2, Randy somehow became stranded on the Muspelheim is also known as 'The Realm of Fire' the homelands of the Fire Giants, ending up in a different realm entirely after his indefinite stay in Land of Shadows (He was possibly sent there by sorceress, before the final blow was struck). There Randy is captured by the world's inhabitants. They decided to put Cunningham through a trial by combat in the Battle Arena in order to judge on whether he would gain his freedom.

Ooh, that sounds fun, Anon! You should definitely write it out if you're considering playing with the idea. *grins*

#rc9gn #what if scenarios #people come up with such fun things #it's always nice when they decide to share them #thank you!

[dumbledoresthroughndthrough]

Does anyone else ever think about how Harry & Albus'relationship might have developed had Albus not died that night? (And by extension, had Albus not been dying at all)

Like, consider what they had been through together that evening within the cave. That sort of thing really brings people closer. A shared trauma. Harry witnessed Albus at his absolute most vulnerable (to that point), something which cannot be said by many in my opinion.

I'd like to think that Albus invited Harry to his office one evening, not too long after, once Albus had sufficiently recovered for the effects of the potion.

Harry doesn't know what to expect, but he's pleasantly surprised when his Headmaster suggests they move to the couches behind his desk, and he summons some warm Butterbeers for them both.

And it's there at Albus delves into what he had experienced when he drank the potion. Harry listens intently, a great sympathy falling over him when Albus mentions the death of his sister while they were both teenagers. And that it was her death with had plagued him that night.

Harry thinks to ask why, but decides not to, considering that had the Headmaster wanted to tell him, he would have. Instead Harry takes comfort in the fact that Dumbledore had shared this much with him. He now knows that they have both lost loved ones, and after Albus reveals that the death of his sister happened in Godric's Hollow, Harry cannot help but ask if maybe they could both go someday. To visit the graves of their loved ones. Harry for the very first time.

And Harry thinks that this would be fitting, sharing that moment with his greatest mentor. Albus tells Harry that he will consider it, mentioning that it might not be the safest place for Harry to go to at the moment. Harry brings up... "Hermione told me, first year, that Voldemort could never touch me while, not while I had you to keep me safe."

"While I am touched by the display of loyalty by yourself and Miss Granger, Harry, Tom has indeed managed to touch and hurt you under my watch."

Harry considers this for a moment, "Yeah because he pulled strings to separate us, but you were always there when it really counted.

First year, you rushed to my aid after my battle with Quirrell and Voldemort, after he had lured you out of the castle. I remember seeing your glasses as I lost consciousness. You carried me to the Hospital Wing.

Second year, you sent Fawkes to help me, giving me the option to wield the Sword. To know you had so much faith in me, it meant a lot.

Third year, you gave me the chance to discover who Sirius was for myself, but still took measures to make sure I'd be safe. And then you let me save Sirius when it turned out he didn't want to kill me after all.

Fourth year, when I was in the graveyard and mine and Voldemort's wands connected, I could hear the sound of the Phoenix song. And it reminded me of you. It filled me with hope and gave me strength to keep fighting. A voice even told me to not give up.

Fifth year...well, that's more complicated as you know. But I understand that all you did last year was to keep me safe. And when all I wanted to do was rage at you, you stood there and let me. You gave me a safe space - to let out all of the hurt and anger and confusion I'd felt all year. And of course on top of that, the grief from losing Sirius.

And, and well, this year, when you came to pick me up from the Dursley's... you gave me my first proper drink of alcohol. I mean, you didn't have to do that, but you did and while that might seem trivial, it made feel warm in more ways than one. And then you told Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon off... Professor, I don't think you know what that meant to me.

My point is, no matter what Voldemort has done, no matter what hell my life is at the time, I've never felt more safe, more cared for, than to know you're there watching over me."

Albus sat there listening in silent growing awe as Harry spilled out his heart, and similar to earlier in the year, he finds himself with tears in his eyes. He cannot believe how much Harry holds in high regard. But he is incredibly touched.

"Thank you, Harry. I am, once again, very touched by your words. You are extraordinarily kind. Perhaps we can visit Godric's Hollow before you turn 17. Consider it my birthday gift to you. It would be my highest honour."

(part one)

#harry and dumbledore #sorry i rambled like crazy there #i just have so many thoughts and ideas in my head #harry potter #pro albus dumbledore #what if scenarios #meta #is it? #headcanon #just my thoughts and ramblings #please do interact #i like to see other people's opinions

[professorcalculusstanaccount]

I remember discussing Tintin casting choices with a friend from Germany and remarked how it was odd he often has an English accent in adaptations rather than a Belgian one, and my friend just replied "that's because Tintin gives incredibly strong English boy energy (derogatory)"

Here in the UK there's a lot of weird classism tied into accents. Today accent diversity and representation in broadcasting is actively pursued but in Tintin's time there certainly was a preferred accent to have.

imagine this exchange happens between pages 28-29 in The Crab with the Golden Claws

#tintin #adventures of tintin #comic #captain haddock #archibald haddock #snowy #milou #fanart #the crab with the golden claws #i remember tintin crafting a trumpet to communicate with an elephant #and he remarks he must get the accent correct #very odd scenario but it shows he would be a stickler for that sort of thing #i also have to say accents do not indicate how smart someone is #a lot of pundits use an english accent to sound more credible #but i have to say there are a lot of fucking idiots here #me included #thank you 2011 film for validating my scottish haddock headcanon #any french speakers who have read to this point i wonder what your hcs are for his french speaking accent

[greykolla-art]

Unstoppable villain, meet immovable agent of friendship!

I was wondering in what circumstances Charlie would just OFFER her soul to Al.

And he would short circuit as all his manipulation plans become unnecessary.

Cause Charlie cares about her friends and if they need help she won’t hesitate.

#grey art #fan art #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanart #hazbin hotel comic #charlie morningstar #Alastor #hazbin alastor #the radio demon #he is so pathetic I don’t think he realises that #buddy you know what shows true strength??? #being vulnerable #you are emotionally weaker than a puppy! #I love him so dearly #also Charlie! #she cares and that’s not naïveté #she’s so strong and brave ! #if Alastor abuses her gift in this scenario then he’s a worm #god this show is good

[pandagirl45]

I appreciate the many avenues comics can give to what if and alternate realities. In general, the funny thoughts about what and who can do what.

I stop paying attention power scaling at this point. Most characters are broken.

I am thinking about the avengers trap in a mirror world. Like a giant a mirror maze. It's not even serious, most of then crash into the walls. Maybe a small mental break down. Then hulk breaks the entire thing in irritation.

It's silly

#the avengers #what if scenarios #new ideas #haha this is silly

[must-be-mr-boggins]

Taking a 5-second break from the Bagginshield angst to bring you this meme I created after an all-nighter, enjoy.

#lotr #lord of the rings #aragorn #books #movies #tolkien #what about second breakfast #like yeah girl what ABOUT it #I’m both parties in this scenario tbh #sorry if this has been done before #I’m just a girl #a girl running on 3 hours of sleep

[knifearo]

being aromantic is like. hey btw you're going to live a life that is the culmination of most of society's worst nightmares. sorry lol ✌️ but then you turn around and take a really good hard look at it and it turns out that living in that nightmare is fucking awesome and you get to wake up every day and take that fear that other people have and laugh and hold it close until it's a great joy for you instead. and being happy is a radical act that you define instead of someone else. and you're sexy as fuck that's just a fact of life i don't make the rules on that one

#aromantic people are just sexy i'm not making the decisions here it's just facts #course ur hot as fuck. it came free with the aromanticism #being sexy is just default settings for aromantic people 👍 #hope this all helps. anyway i'm on my 'i hope i die alone <3 i can't wait to die alone <3' kick rn #i think the existential fear that people have of Not Partnering specifically is so. well. #obviously that shit is strong and it is SO awesome to be free of it. #realizing you're aro and you don't Want a partner can be such a hit to the solar plexus #cause society says that's the only thing that'll make you happy. so either you go without that thing or you force yourself #into doing something you don't want which would make you unhappy anyway. #so you think it's a lose lose situation and you have to come to terms with what amatonormativity presents as the worst possible situation #but then! whoa! turns out personhood is inherently valuable in and of itself and romantic partnering is just a construct! #and that nightmare is now your life to do with as you please... define as you will... structure as you want... #best case scenario. is what i'm saying. #every day i wake up ready to spit all that amatonormative rhetoric back in life's teeth by being alone and being happy #and it's so fucking satisfying. every day. #fucking JUBILANT being by myself. and i love being a living breathing 'fuck you' to the romantic system #you need a partner to be happy? oh that's sooo fucking crazy guess i'll go be miserable then. in my perfect fucking dream life lmao #yeah obviously it's the worst possible outcome on earth to die without a partner. so terrible. can't wait for it :) #aromantic #aromanticism #aro positivity #aroace #arospec #sorry to bitches who are sad about not having a partner. i could not give a fuck though get better soon #you couldn't EVER pay me enough to go back to a mindset in which my inherent value wasn't enough by myself. #FUCK that shit. absolutely miserable and a bad life outlook in general. like genuinely do the work w/ amatonormativity and get better #life is something that can be so fulfilling whether someone wants to kiss you or whatever or not #i'm on antidepressants and i have people i care deeply about. what the fuck would i need a partner for lmao

[shesnake]

24 hour time loops: not long enough to create or undo anything permanent, crazy-making but often still funny

365 day time loops: the most fucked up shit you could possibly imagine

#the lazarus project #every time I go to rewatch tlp I get stuck on ep 3 because. yeah. but I am pushing through!!!! #much like Janet did one could say (sorry) #disabling reblog because you guys are just independently arriving at ideas for messed up pregnancy scenarios #which is is what this post was originally about - because this post was about the lazarus project and this very thing just not as outright #and it's great to see people get so creative coming up with this stuff independently but also it's just unoriginal and therefore annoying #to me as the person whose notes are being flooded. love and light ❤️

[valleynix]

How about dimitrescus protecting reader? I absolutely love it when they go feral when they see their little dumbass hurt

AAAAA ONE OF MY FAV THINGS

so, we know Cassandra will absolutely jump in front of them to save them or protect them, as we’ve seen time and time again. she knows they can handle themself, but something in her snaps when she sees they’ve been severely hurt and she will not allow her family to be harmed while she’s around and capable of protecting them

it’s rarer to have Daniela be the one to protect them and be furious on their behalf, but when it happens, it’s like a switch has been flipped. she’ll go from being kind and ensuring they’re okay with a soft smile, but it’s gone the moment she turns to face whatever had harmed her beloved bird. she won’t let anyone take them away from her and she will mangle someone’s body until they get it through their head

Bela is… a bit of both? she makes sure they’re actually okay first, and if they can stand, she’ll hold them close to her side as an equal. i don’t think she’d have a knee-jerk reaction to the situation, but she would assess it first very briefly to see if she should get them away or if she has time to teach the offender a lesson. assuming it’s the latter, it’ll be over relatively fast. you’ll probably never see her move as quickly as when someone she loves is in danger and/or badly harmed

with Alcina, the offender would just be fucked. she’s unsure if it’s some instinct that makes her want to protect her smaller (and weaker) loved ones, but if she sees the attacker while her idiot crow is harmed and bleeding, she’ll just see red for a moment. assuming they’re standing, she’ll quickly grab them and hold them close to her front while her other hand slices through the person easily, leaving them in four separate slices

#asks #what if scenarios #i love them #my favorite homosexuals