#I HAVE NO IDEA HOW TO WRITE SAM

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 280

Let me kick down the door and- 

Nekomatta Danny. But not just any nekomata Danny. I am saying space cat boy. Twin-tails that seem to flicker into an aurora, into distant galaxies, ghostly flames that could be just that, or could be flickers of distant stars and suns. 

Now, the thing is? Being a ghost, very much illegal in the USA right now, doesn’t matter how many times they throw out the GIW, they can’t exactly take on the entire government any time soon. What isn’t illegal? Being an alien, meta, or any other magical creature. 

So the halfas, yes that (ugh, really Jordan) does include Vlad, all get together to hash out a plan to get out of Amity. And? They like cats, you like cats right? And they have friends- or allies- in the Zone, so maybe they can perhaps get a few… oh? What’s this? A cat-like creature with necromatic powers? Yeah they can- oh. Hm. So that’s replaced their ghost form now. 

That’s fine actually! They’re still ghosts- just erm, no longer human looking. And Vlad can continue to use his human form- yes we need to keep the bracelets on to hide the ears and tails, whatever- to continue running DalvCo. 

It’s not bad, and they’ll admit Vlad has been getting better. Sure there’s still a bunch of blackmail (Jordan, Sam, stop helping him-), but they honestly? Can’t be brought to care. They’re adjusting- grieving in some cases- and focusing on actually finishing everything before the summer ends. 

So it’s probably not a good time for heroes to start investigating Vlad…

If you want a basic summary on Bakeneko and Nekomata, which I HEAVILY recommend reading: 

https://yokai.com/bakeneko/  https://yokai.com/nekomata/ 

#DCxDP #DPxDC #Prompts #Danny is Not Ghost King #Halfa Trio #Most of Amity was maybe destroyed #Yes Tucker couldn’t stop laughing about how they all look like furries in ghost form #Honestly someone could make the ‘connection’ between Masters having a cat & some bakeneko taking the form of their previous master #They have not connected any sort of dots but well #Yes they all have cat ears & tails even in human forms #Valerie still has her dad but is on an “internship” with Vlad #Plasma Core Vlad #Ocean Core Jazz #Sun Core Dan #Space Core Danny #Metal Core Val #Life Core Sam #Storm Core Tucker #Moon Core Ellie #Yes Vlad does still go to the odd Gala or two but he’s known as a very hermit-esque dude lol #I wonder where they could have moved since people already know about the Wisconsin home #Honestly up to anyone who decides to write this lol #Remind me to draw my ideas for the designs later

[ceruleancattail]

Request open...

Very curious about Yandere Sam... 🎩

I dont know if you dont write about Staff! If not, feel totally free to ignore this please!!!

And thank you very much too! Your work is so cool and well done!!! Sublime!⭐⭐⭐

Secrets and Shadows

Sam x reader

(reader is a staff/facility member)

Your skin prickles whenever you’re alone.

Goosebumps race up your arms, tiny lumps of flesh popping up on your skin. They don’t come at once.It’s a slow process, crawling up your skin like frost, a ghastly pallor spreading across your arms.

A deathly chill that sinks deep into the marrow of your bones, freezing your very soul. Your fingers shake uncontrollably, trembling like a frightened animal, backed into a corner. Fear has its claws sinking deep into your mind.

A storm runs rampant in your gut, churning up your insides.

Bile gnaws at the back of your throat, threatening to spill out at any moment. The acidity bites at your tongue, the sting stabbing through your taste buds. You gulp it back, eyes slamming shut in a desperate attempt to tide the nausea over.

Clamming your lips shut, you force your eyes to snap open once more.

A quick glance around the room, eyes moving from the left to the right. Looking for something, anything to explain this fear.

Nothing.

There was nothing. Nothing but shadow.

So why did you feel such dread?

Your hand fumbled around, until your fingers came into contact with something hard. Your phone. Easing the device out of your pocket, you scramble to unlock it.

The caller page beams at you, numbers popping up one after another. Your contacts glare at you, numbers bold and black. As if they were daring you to tap on them, to expose your weakness to their owners.

What would you even say to them?

That you were afraid of the dark? Afraid of the ways the shadows seem to move, snaking through the walls. Tendrils of horror, always reaching towards you.

Oh, they stop just shy of you. Barely touching your shadow.

But it wasn’t natural for all the shadows in a room to bend towards you. Spreading through the floors, the walls, ebony black darkness trailing after your every step.

Almost like a veil of mourning. The shadows seemed ever so intent to hang over you. They shroud you in darkness, keeping you from all light.

It is suffocating, being alone in the dark.

Your chest grows tight, every breath coming out in broken huffs. Every heartbeat seemed to wreck your rib cage, sending jolts of pain racing through your torso. Eyes wide open, greeted with nothing but an inky black, shielding everything from sight.

You can’t escape the shadows, not even if you close your eyes.

You choke down a breath, before shaky fingers jab in a number. A number you thought you’ll never call. He slipped it to you with a smile and a wink, telling you to call anytime you needed anything.

You honestly thought it was simply another service the Mystery Store provided. Delivery upon request. When you brought it up to your peers, they only stared at you in confusion.

A Delivery service from the Mystery Store?

Since when?

Suddenly, that mere sheet of paper seemed to weigh a thousand times heavier. You started to avoid going to the store, begging for others to purchase things in your stead.

Sam’s gaze got a little too intense, for your liking.

Heavy handed touches, his arms snaking around your shoulders. Pulling you deeper into the store, on the pretence of showing you his latest stock. It’s hard to feel comfortable, especially with the way your skin crawls under his touch.

You’ve long since crumbled that sheet of paper up, tossing it into the bin. Yet you’ve saved the number into your contacts, hoping never to use it.

Although now?

There wasn’t much choice.

Jabbing at the green button, you held your phone as it vibrated in your palm. The light of the screen illuminated your face, just barely. It kept the shadows at bay, at the very least. Dark tendrils curl around the feet of your bed stand, snaking through your sheets.

Dragging your legs closer, you curl into yourself tighter. Shoulders hunched forward in a defensive curl, clutching at your phone stubbornly.

Two rings. That’s all it took for the line to connect. A sleepy voice, husky from the morning. It was rough around the edges, yet it was oddly… calming, all the same.

���The Mystery Store, Mr S speaking.”

Your voice came out in quavering, shaking madly.

“Mr S?”

A pause, before a low chuckle resounded from the phone’s speaker.

“Little imp. To what do I owe the pleasure, dear?”

“I…”

Your voice catches on your throat, words teetering on the very end of your tongue. A strangled sob rips its way out of your gut, spilling from your lips. A pretty accurate description of your current state, honestly.

“Imp?”

Sobbing into the phone, you barely manage a whisper.

“The.. the shadows..”

A sharp click of his tongue, before he sighs. A frustrated sound… slightly exaggerated. Perhaps that’s simply the way he was, although there was something… off about it.

A single note of amusement, hidden behind that empathetic voice.

“Having troubles with the dark, my little imp?”

Sam coos into the phone, his voice rich as velvet, soothing your nerves. It trickles into your ears, as smooth as a rich wine, scarlet red.

Intoxicating, truly.

“Perhaps you require a change of… scenery. The Mystery Store’s always open for you, imp.

Although if you need further convincing… I do have… let’s call them friends. Friends from the other side.”

A dark chuckle, tinged with sinister amusement.

“I’m afraid they’re not as… charming as I am. I’ll hate for anything to happen to my lovely little imp, really…

So do drop by soon, wouldn’t you?

We wouldn’t want anything… unfortunate to happen, don’t we, Little imp?”

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #sam x reader #yandere sam x reader #sam #mr s #protection potion♦️ #so #i might have gotten a little carried away #er #you have no idea how happy I was to write yandere #hdisnsieb hope you like this!!!

[ectonurites]

Uhhhh very late miwip wednesday? it is thursday.

I've had this au—Will as Robin, El as Batgirl, Mike as Spoiler + a few more Hawkins characters as Bats but I'll leave the rest a mystery for now—rattling around in my brain for like a week, and I don't know if I'll ever actually write out the full longfic idea I have for it, but I'll at least post snippets and some doodles 👍

Text under the cut if the images are hard to read hehe:

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“I know I did it to you when we first met,” the sound of boots hitting the rooftop echoes behind him, “But it’s really not proper vigilante etiquette to take off someone else’s mask.” 

Mike whips around to face him—Robin, The Boy Wonder. While he’s figured out who the new Batgirl is, he hasn’t got a clue about this guy. Unless maybe it’s not just El—maybe all the Bats are connected to the lab? Robin could be a number, too.

He stares at the other boy, lost in thought, not sure what to say. 

When it must fully register that his comment isn’t getting a response, Robin shrugs and retracts his grapple, clicking it into place on his utility belt as he steps closer out of the shadows.

Mike quickly puts his mask back on, just for something to do with his hands, something to interrupt his gawking at least for a second. When he looks again, there’s now a layer between them—flimsy blue fabric that makes it a little less clear that he’s still staring. 

But how could he not? The two of them have only really met twice—when Robin had tackled him not realizing The Spoiler is a new hero not a villain, and when Robin had come to his window the following night telling him to hang up his cape. So really, this is the first time Mike can stop and take him in without some sense of urgency bleeding into the situation. The first time he can just… look.

His mask is a deep green leather molded into a sort of beak, and despite leaving a decent amount of his face uncovered, it conceals what could really be identifying—his eyes, his nose, parts of his cheeks. His warm smile is visible though, and Mike can’t help that his eyes are drawn to it. It’s just the part of his face I can see, he tells himself, but maybe that’s not the only reason. 

Robin runs a gloved hand through his gelled-back hair, a chestnut brown that Mike bets would glisten in sunlight. But Robin isn’t someone you see during the day. Bats only come out at night in Hawkins, even ones who wear bright colors. Red, yellow, and green—he’s like a traffic light.

Only now while glancing up and down as he crosses the rooftop, does Mike really register how small a guy Robin is, noticeably shorter than Mike himself. But regardless, he still moves with confidence, it makes his presence seem larger somehow—wise beyond his years.

#mike wheeler #will byers #byler #miwip wednesday #this au is overall a big Fusion of things. Upside Down still exists and frankly a lot of stuff from the show #but with some. clear alterations. i have lots of plans. i just also know how i get where i'll get ideas ideas ideas and then #lose motivation. so im trying to just have fun w/ what i can :) #sam draws shit #sam writes #also before any dc people go ‘sam? don’t you prefer steph w cass over steph w tim?’ and the answer is Yes but for the purposes of this au #we are in tim/steph brain mode. i really wanted the el & will / cass & tim siblingz thing so this is simply how things panned out #but overall this is a byler-centric thing #sams dc st au #<- temporary tag until i actually come up w a name for all of it #also also just putting it out there tht mike’s motivation for being spoiler is Not the same as steph’s. ted is not cluemaster sksjsjsh

[swaps55]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @daggertongue and @rotschopf-thedrow, thank you!

Tagging @polarlys, @stormikins, @parker-of-loxley, @thoughtsofthegirlwiththecurl, if you feel so inclined!

From Mezzo:

~

The hold just below engineering is dark and deserted, just like Jack wants it, close enough to the engines to feel the thrum, far enough from the foot traffic she can spare herself the stares of Cerberus’ lackeys. After telling the prick from engineering what she would do to his prick if he made another pass at her, he hasn’t made another trip down the stairs. The yeoman who had brought down the cot had tried to give her a nice, warm, friendly welcome.

She doubts that yeoman will be coming back anytime soon.

A smile can be as deadly as a gun if you believe in it. But Jack hasn’t believed in a smile for a long time, and she always carries a gun.

The gravity well dips sharply, prickling her skin with gooseflesh. It’s not the engines. She looks down in the direction of the cargo bay, curiosity getting the better of her.

Cerberus ship, captained by a biotic wearing a Cerberus uniform who insists he isn’t Cerberus, and seems to be a shitty biotic. The way he fumbles with the gravity well like he’s trying to find a clit suggests either he’s telling the truth, or Cerberus isn’t training their biotics the way they used to.

Like the way they trained her.

At first, she’d assumed this was a ship she’d use and lose at the next port. But maybe, just maybe, she’d stumbled onto a bigger prize.

Perhaps it’s time to really size up her enemy.   

She pushes up off the cot and winds up the stairs towards the elevator. Her stomach growls, the first signs of the appetite suppression from cryo finally wearing off, but now that’s she’s got the thought of Shepard in her teeth, she’s going hunting for a different kind of meal.

#snippet #jack subject zero #do you have any idea how much i enjoyed writing the scene in which these two unstoppable forces smack into each other head first #though writing Sam being Sam But Off His Game was a fascinating layer of complexity to add in #at first i had no idea how i was going to get sam to give jack the time of day #but we got there #and her general approach to him is more or less “i can make him worse” #it's fun #:D #especially since he makes her better while she isn't paying attention #don't sweat it jack that's just how he is #it's not your fault

[bleue-flora]

Mmmmm.... Chair.

“Was the cake good?” Dream asks nonchalantly...

#Have some Sam and Dream in honor of their week. ;) #this chapter ended up so long im splitting it... yeesh. Them. #ok who's idea was it to write the scrapped lore a second time... agh like there's just only so many ways dream can manipulate sam... #like I really like my original dialogue. how am I meant to top that?..... oof #c!dream #c!sam #c!dream and c!sam #no one does it like c!dream #dream fanfic #dsmp #dreblr #dsmp fanfic #scrapped lore #musical chairs #c!sam and c!dream #🪑. #lots of references to crows nest btw... so ugh go read that :)

[ecto-stone]

sometime when i said i hate a charater. It is more of an interpitation and bad execution of a charater that i hate rather then the Charater it self

#Like i will be straight i hate Canon Sam with every fiber of my being #but i love her Fanon version which make her a ten million time more developed due to Sam actually able to be in the wrong #instead of alway right regarless if it is wrong or not #or how i usually said that s3 vlad is the worst but it is more of execution rather then the actual charater of vlad in s3 #to me it is a resonable progression when the writer basically write a morally gray charater into the wall and have no idea what to do with #them after destroying all the previous set up

[hitmeupaep]

Little Post 15x18 Thing I Wrote

On a table etched with the names of loved ones lost, Sam finds Dean passed out, surrounded by beer bottles and a closed laptop. If there was one thing Sam knew for certain, it was that Dean would drink himself away first, save the world second.

“Jesus Dean, you're a mess,” Sam says shaking Dean awake and throwing away bottles “I have a lead on what to do about Chuck”

“Forget it” Dean murmurs as he awakes, eyes swollen and burned by blue light and tears

Sam pauses in shock and looks at Dean, he can't place it but whatever is going on with him feels different than their usual dread and defeat 

“Forget it? Are you insane?” He watches as Dean gets up and walks away, putting his hand to his eyes, “I get this is hard but we don't have time for one of your week-long binges” Sam spits out

Dean, back to Sam, replies “I said forget it Sam, this isn't a binge. We lost, just take it and move on” 

“Move on? the entire world is ending Dean get your head out of your ass” 

Dean turns to face Sam, eyes wet and face red with rage “It already did Sam” he yells “It ended 30 years ago when Chuck killed Mom and started all of this, it ended when he killed Jess to bring you back into this hellhole and he ended it again when he took Cas, so please tell me what the fuck you are still fighting for?” Dean spits out, chest heaving and body tense 

Sam sees Dean's rage and returns it without missing a beat “I'm fighting for us. I'm fighting for everything we lost, all those people that died because of us, I'm fighting for Cas and Mom and Jack and Eillen, what the fuck are you doing?

“Don't be an idiot Sam, none of that is real” Dean admits from a defeated come-down of rage. Rage turning to pain in seconds “All of it, everything we are and all the people we have loved are because of Chuck”

“Not Cas” Sam whispers into the silent room

Dean tenses at the name, turning away from his brother again

“He was real. You two were real”

Dean puts his hands to his head, trying to breathe in whatever alcohol he has left in his system so he doesn't have to think about this all again

“You owe it to him to fight, he saved you once, now it’s your turn”

Dammit, if only Dean knew how, he would charge into the empty and fix this

“What did he tell you when he first saved you? Good things do happen? Well than prove him right” Sam shouts, moving himself closer to Dean “What the fuck are you so afraid of?”

“Losing dammit” Dean screams out kicking the table leg

Sam stumbles back

“You say all of this and it sounds great but than what? We beat god? Not fucking likely”

Deans words sound like anger but Sam knows his brother well enough to know they come from something much darker “We have to try or else everything we did, everything Cas did, was for nothing”

“Don’t” Dean demands, pointing his fingers at Sam, like a threat

Sam doesn't back down, there's only one way to fix this and its both of them beating Chuck “You know it’s true dean, he saved you cause he knew you could stop chuck”

Sam's words lose their venom, and instead return to a little brother pleading to be heard

“He saved me cause he loves me” Dean confesses like it's the hardest secret he has ever kept 

Sam watches Dean go from angry to sad to angry to broken all in the matter of seconds “what?”

Dean exhales like a suicide note “He loved me. and i fucked up, so there’s no fight anymore Sam. we lost” 

“Losing Cas can’t be the end Dean” Sam says reaching for his brother

“Well it is. We lost our big win, the ace in our sleeves whatever you wanna call it, and know we have no shot beating chuck, so just drop it” Dean says grabbing the closest bottle and walking off into the bunker.

Followed only by the shadow of a grinning God

#wrote this like a month ago and have been thinking of it ever since #i think this whole idea came from me seeing someone ask “why are you still fighting” and thought of dean #we deserved an angry sam and dean confrontation after cas died #like the potential #the vision is in my head lol #this made me remeber how much i like writing and how i want to write a fic so bad #supernatural #dean winchester #castiel #destiel #15x18 #spn #spn fic ideas #spn fic #supernatural fic #supernatural fic ideas

[nach0]

I wanna be a dead kid, with my friends Dead kids, home again

having iris thoughts in the tune of Dead Girls by penelope scott

#drawing this in the hopes brain will shut up about making an animatic lmao #i still have my isa and sam one to finish #+ all my writing wips #but anyway yeah. iris angst on the blorbo angst tumblr who could have guessed #scp iris #iris thompson #scp 105 #scp #scp foundation #scp fanart #art #my art #nach0 art #still have no idea how to draw her but i am trying

[cosmic-kinglet]

So much is being taken away from me right now, all because these f*ers don't have lips.

#cosmic rambles #sams obedience protocol #i will not elaborate or explain #also i'm ace and sex-repulsed and have absolutely no idea how to write intimate interactions anyway

[whysamwhy123]

HALLEJUAH!! I REMEMBERED HOW TO ACTUALLY FINISH WRITING SOMETHING FOR A CHANGE!!

Of course, it's not any of the fics I wanted to finish. I went back to what is essentially my bread-and-butter now and wrote a short-ish, random OrangeHook fluff. But considering how much writing's been a struggle as of late, I'm just glad that I successfully finished something. I was back in one of those stretches where I couldn't seem to write much of anything. And this fic isn't about their age difference or Hook being a cuddlebug, so...progress?

Unless I decide I completely hate it (which is always a possibility) expect something to drop on Valentine's Day, tis the season, after all.

#What is wrong with you Sam you should not be allowed to write #Small victories you know? #Will I ever get sick of OrangeHook?? Apparently not #Can't even remember the last time they interacted on screen but that ain't stopping my brain LOL #On a more serious note - I really do hope that I can get back into the swing of things and make some real progress #On the bigger fics I want to work on #I want to finish the messy angst OrangeHook fic at some point even if it's unlikely to appeal to anyone #Annnnnd deep down in my cold dead heart I still wanna make an honest attempt at that DG Dead Dove fic #Even though that would be even more unappealing + a huge undertaking because that bitch would be loooooooooong #Also I had a slightly less angsty OrangeHook idea recently about them having their first fight and I wanna write that too for some reason #And there's still a part of me that really wants to continue Business/Pleasure because I have soooo many ideas for that AU #But that would require me to get over my inability to write smut #And I don't know how to do that (would appreciate any advice on that if you've got some...) #But at the same time I don't wanna beat myself up for not being able to write much - if anything - most days #This is a hobby after all - it's supposed to be fun #There ain't no deadline and it's not like I'm letting anybody down #Just gotta do at my own place #And write whatever absolute trash I want to write 😈 #My tags are always so obsessive like SHUT THE FUCK UP SAM #But if you've actually read all these - hey. Thanks. Love ya 😘

[daddyplasmius]

AU where in TUE Dan not only killed human-Danny, but killed Vlad too when ripping his ghost half out, so when Danny gets stuck in the future, Vlad can't help him get the Time Medallion out. AU where Danny is permanently stuck in the future & no one knows (besides Jazz, who unfortunately was never brought into the know so doesn't know what exactly she's seeing so only knows Danny is being weirder than normal) because Dan is still pretending to be him in the past. AU where the timeline is so fucked up by all the paradoxes & shit that Clockwork can no longer touch it with a ten-foot-transdimensional-pole.

#Danny Phantom #phantomsweep #I just realized TUE takes place in the distant year of 2014 #though based on that timeline the world ending in 2012 probably actually happened in DP #this is the most random thing but I suddenly needed to listen to Bezos 1 & then Future accidentally came on & boom. AU idea #i've been in the phandom for like 10 years so i'm PRETTY sure this exact AU hasn't been done but it PROBABLY has been at some point #i've seen stuff in the same vein. like that oneshot where it's Sam living in the Danny-caused-apocalypse #almost referred to that as the Dannypocalypse automatically asdfghjklasdfghjkl #anyway i'm not going to write this because i need to work on FOtPoD so if anyone wants to feel free to knock yourself out #i just realized how weird that phrase is. get comically large cartoon hammered idiot. then do the thing #can you tell why i haven't finished FOtPoD yet? #i need amphetamines #oh wait should I name this AU? if it doesn't have a name already uuuhh I'll call it. um. fuck it #timefuck au #if anyone has literally anything better feel free to call it by your thing. i need to go write

[ardentpoop]

#i could try to write a cohesive caption but im tired and sad so messy notes in the tags it is #spn #liveblog tag #12.22 #it shouldnt have felt like such a weight off to hear dean recount how much pain sam's experienced like this but it was #saying ''he lost his soul'' like it was indeed something awful that happened To him as opposed to a ''mistake'' he made #< which is how he's brought it up to sam himself in past seasons #funny that it seems he's only able to acknowledge sam's suffering when sam isn't present. moreover - only when dean's suffering is #centered as well. inextricable from sam's bc of their shared upbringing #and only when there is a more culpable figure to bear the brunt of dean's feelings (often john and now for the first time mary) #she was dragged back to earth as a gift For You. she doesn't fit and the family she knew is gone and you have an idea of her in your head #that she will never be able to mirror in real life bc that mary never existed #and she's been tortured and brainwashed into killing people she knows and she's trapped in her own mind trying to seek solace in #a happy memory - a vestige of heaven which is a vestige of life #and she has no choice but to listen as you rip into her heart for choices that she already hates herself for #sam/mary parallels holding strong but as always sam got the short end of the stick #anyway. ow :) #tag vomit

[paellegere]

it is utterly miserable for a mediocre show to have a really good plot or make god tier parallels or connections because you're like well this show isn't good and the writing is flimsy and there are so many holes and bland storylines, but they paralleled the season finale to an earlier season finale and then made the weight of that decision foundational to the next season so now my every waking thought is consumed by it

#liveblogging: supernatural #i'm shaking and trembling as the horrors consume me #season 9 was so lacking for it to have been so significant and insane #sam's CHOICE he CHOSE dean. he CHOSE codependency. he CHOSE love for his brother above ALL ELSE #and then season 10 kicks off with all of that CRASHING DOWN AROUND HIM #1. he can't save his brother 2. his brother hates him 3. he's having all his shortcomings thrown in his face #he gave up EVERYTHING for dean in the s9 finale. and then dean TURNS INTO A DEMON #this show is not good. the writing isn't good. technically speaking. there are so many plot holes. senseless retcons. underexplored ideas #it's flimsy and weak and poorly paced and developed #and then they throw THIS SHIT into it #like WHAT am i supposed to do. WHAT am i supposed to feel #season 9 sucked but it changed the trajectory of my life forever. HOW do i cope with that #i wish demon dean would kill ME with a hammer so i didn't have to sit here and stew in my feelings. over this season 8-10 insanity #supernatural goes TOO HARD for having such mediocre writing. i'm going to light myself on fire #.txt

[fieldsofview]

Had a fic idea today while brainstorming with a friend and I just need to get it out in the universe because I don't think I'll ever write it and I really want to read it.

Please steal this and write things if you want!

So, picture this:

"Reformed Villains" with voices in their heads/alternate personalities - getting together for a support group of sorts.

We've got Deadpool with his boxes, of course.

Throw in Harry Osborn post Hob Goblin for good measure.

Add in a Venom+Eddie Brock combo.

Maybe even a still somewhat Winter Soldier-y Bucky Barnes if you're feeling fancy.

All sent there on the request of our beloved Peter Parker, of course. He just wants them to be able to get to know some people with similar struggles.

Now I threw out that we could have Sam Wilson roped in as mediator because he's one of the only people well versed in healthy communication, but my friend had the idea of having Vision be the mediator instead. She argued that MCU Vision being the brainchild of Jarvis and Ultron makes him versed in the idea of having conflicting thoughts/beings floating around in his head, and he would have instantaneous access to therapy/self help information a la the Internet.

Either way, the interaction of the four above in some sort of support group situation could be a gold mine for fun shenanigans and I want to read it so bad oh my god!!!

#i just want to read their banter about how they relate to each other #and now they have friends who understand their situation #please please please steal this idea and use it #Deadpool #wade wilson #harry osborn #hob goblin #venom #eddie brock #bucky barnes #winter soldier #peter parker #spiderman #sam wilson #falcon #vision #fic ideas #marvel #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #fic writing #ao3 #writing ideas #marvel fic #mcu fic #foviewpoint

[antisociallilbrat]

“I can’t just throw away my sketchbooks!” he says, walking to stand behind her, “They’re filled with so many memories,” he leans down to whisper in her ear, “Besides what about all of the drawings I drew of you when we first got together? You remember those nights?”

She reaches back to blindly swat at him, “Bill! Not in front of the baby!”

Ms. Kersh clears her throat, looking mildly uncomfortable. “You’re an artist Mr. Denbrough?”

Bill doesn’t feel embarrassed in the least and just grins, “More of a writer but I draw in my free- what is that?”

#i am literally giggling and swinging my feet #you have no idea how happy i am to be writing him #imma fuck him up 🙂 #he dont even know it <3 #sam talks

[littlebear1537]

I know you don’t have like an ask box for Sam but I have a few questions 8=D

How old was Sam when they joined Briggs

Would you consider Sam a bit of a self insert?

How did Sam come to join Briggs (transfer or like found as a bear maybe?)

What was Sam doing before Briggs?

(apologies if you’ve already answered these)

FIRST OFF- THANK YOU FOR THE QUESTIONS!!! Honestly - i've infodumped to my friend for so long that I forget that I have to actually tell their story again KLGJFSKLDG- so this is very helpful!!!

How Old Was Sam When They Joined Briggs?

Sam was around the age of 29-30 when they joined Briggs! I have a timeline that I am going to post some time soon after I re-do a bit of it!

Would You Consider Sam a bit of a Self Insert?

Yes! Sam is my Self Insert! There are some elements of their story that became more distant from me personally, but! They are still my self insert! It's funny because they started out as just- me using FMAB to cope with stuff happening and now they have a whole story line and such in depth character!! Fun fact: Sam's bear form and the whole transmutation was me trying to cope with emotions and helped me a lot and that story line stuck with me!

How Did Sam Come to Join Briggs?

Ooh Very good question!! There are a couple things that I am in the process of drawing and writing so I will keep those a secret for now - But!! They were originally from central - The military kept them there because "they had plans" which later revealed it to be the bear chimera transmutation In 1901, the year the Ishvalan war began, Sam transmutation happened. Sam was sent around 1-2 years later to train some recruits in the east. The day Order 3066 happened, an incident happened leaving Sam with so much anger- (This will be revealed :)) Because of this, Sam has motivations that lead them up to the North. Their ticket up there is Briggs! It was a hard process but that's sums up how they got to Briggs! (MAN I AM SO EXCITED TO SHARE THIS PART BECAUSE I HAVE SO MANY OCS I NEED TO SHOWWW!!!)

What Was Sam Doing Before Briggs?

I kind of?? answered this above??? But basically they were at Central. Olivier's excuse to bring them up north was "their talent is being wasted sitting behind a desk and doing nothing" - They did however become a captain in the east to train recruits during the ishvalan war! They had no more use in the east after the war ended so they transferred back to central, which led them being transferred to Briggs so they were all over the place trying to find answers (and trying to silently get back at the military)

Also!! if you have any more questions please feel free to ask!! This helps me fix any plot holes that I accidentally made because I forget to share important parts KGLJFDLKJG,,,,

#THESE QUESTIONS GAVE ME THE MOTIVATION TO CONTINUE THE OC CHARACTER SHEETS AND COMIC IDEAS!! #ALSO I HAVE SOME WRITING THAT I COULD SHARE O-0 #I NEED THE FMA WORLD TO KNOW ABOUT SAM!! THEY HAVE SUCH AN INTERESTING BACKSTORY THAT I'M SO PROUD OF!! #Also I literally was like “How can I add even MORE ANGST”??? #And now: We have Sam. The character of tragedy! #Sam Wister #Little Bear asks #My ocs #Fmab oc #Briggs oc #Fmab