#fic idea vault

[creativemessbyvd]

FIC IDEA VAULT #17 - RadioApple Hercules AU

@fanby-fckry is an enabler XD Their post about their idea for a Little Mermaid AU forced my hand to actually write down this idea! Originally I had the inspiration from this Tiktok!

So, this is an inspired by Disney's Hercules AU, we will follow cannon for season 1 loosely and then we take off from there, and yes, the tiktok scene will be there! I have lots of ideas already down, including a general idea of how each chapter will go. So far, aiming for 8 (?) chapters, which will have not only Alastor's POV but also Lucifer's and others as they become relevant. I want to incorporate the ideas I already have for my own Hellaverse (which I will also use for my Alastor centric fic) which include the Sins being ride or dies for Lucifer, Roo as the main villain, lots of bonding amongst the cast and some cameos by the Helluva Boss crew! I don't plan to make this be straight romance, I want them to be friends first before Alastor starts caring more for Luci, and I'm also trying to keep him as faithful as I can be to his Ace Identity (which is a spectrum! Please, no harrasment over this, but if anyone would like to help me out to make sure I don't screw Al or offend anyone, please let me know! I would really appreciate the help!)

I am swarmed by work, and this has been the worst week for me in a while, I can feel the depressing thoughts around, but talking about my aus, or any of my fandoms always helps! I hope to work on this and publish soon, but I do want to have some chapter written before posting to Ao3. So, without further ado, I leave you with the main summary and two snippets from chapter one! I'm sorry for the errors, I will fix them up for publishin the full story on Ao3! Enjoy!

At least out loud, I won't say I'm in love (Hercules Radioapple AU) by Vesta Dragon

Tasked with getting closer to the King of Hell after the last extermination, Alastor the Radio Demon tries his best to show the king the attention which is plain to see the fallen angel craves. But as they spend time getting to know each other in the most antagonistic and less romantic way possible for Alastor's peace of mind, he finds his mission shifting when shown what a capable ruler Lucifer can be, alongside his softer side that still shows the angel he never stopped being. Lucifer knows that getting along with Alastor will keep Charlie happy, and keep one less headache away from him as he takes the reigns of his kingdom back with the help of his closest friend, Satan, who is now on a mission to make sure both him and Charlie are in top shape for any upcoming battle Heaven will surely start. His heart will be his doom, as he feels himself growing closer to Alastor, but will their love be enough to stop the threat lurking far below Hell? Or will her millennia-old plans finally come to fruition, so the Root of All Evil can finally rule it all as the planets align?

Chapter One Teaser under the cut!

God was created to bring balance to the Universe, and he in turn created Angels, his first and most beloved was Lucifer Morningstar… The story of the Garden of Eden is one I'm sure you are all familiar with, but what you probably didn't know was that it skipped over a lot of details. Lucifer always thought that keeping Humans always happy and in the dark, meant they would never get to their full potential. He befriended Lilith, the first Woman, and they fell into a quick and deep love.

Charlie Morningstar was interrrupted by the loud entrance of Angel Dust, the spider demon carrying around a cooler from which he passed around beverages to the visitors sitting in front of the princess in the Hotel's second entertainment room.

"Boooooriiiiing! Charlie, I swear if you tell us the detailed history of all of creation, I'm taking everyone on a tour of my favorite clubs!"

Finished with his task, he took the main couch, sitting for once, not splayed out but definitely confidently enough that it drew some curious eyes, though they quickly turned away as he swept his gaze around. He took from the cooler two extra waters and passed one to Charlie, who accepted despite looking scandalized at his suggestion.

"Angel, you wouldn't dare!" "Oh, but I would! Who wants to go dancing?" At the raised (albeit nervous) hands that went up, he smirked at the princess who huffed and rolled her eyes.

"Well, what's wrong with giving them all the details?" Charlie shuddered to think were her charges would end up, so she admited that maybe her story would need to be told differently than to how she prefered to remember it. "For one, it would take us way too fucking long to go over everything. Let's go for the more fun version! You gotta know when to give the right details." He made sure to wink at a couple of people, the majority laughing as he riled the princess up.

"We are not sharing anything explicit!" That would be worse than the clubs, as she was about to continue her point, she was interrupted again.

"Is Charlie going to tell the Story? I wanna help!" Nifty had jumped from behind the couch Angel sat at, no one having heard her skittering around until she had made herself known. She proceeded to jump over the couch, landing on Angel and kicking him slightly before settling in beside him.

"Ouch, Nifty! Careful with my arms!"

"Hehe, sorry Angel!"

"Oh, this will be fun." Vaggie had come due to all the shouting, wanting to make sure everyone was being civil. She had known Charlie had plans to share the story, and she was glad she wasn't the only one who knew the princess had to be watched so avoid her rambling to their guests for 5 hours. She loved her, but she knew Charlie tended to go overboard, especially with this.

"Hi sweetie! Come sit here with me, we can share the loveseat." Charlie relaxed upon seeing Vaggie, and made sure to give her a kiss as soon as the fallen angel sat down beside her.

"Can you two stop with the lovey-dovey public displays, let me get my coffee in first." Yet another interrupting, this time from the resident bartender, who was carrying two takeout cups of coffee, one of which he gave to Angel, despite Nifty's attempts to snag it.

"Husk, I'm surprised that you aren't drinking a beer." Vaggie smirked, knowing that usually, the stoic bartender tended to leave the tours to the others and kept to the quiet of the bar. But it was obvious why he had come, as Angel patted his legs.

"Oooh Husky, my lap is open if you want a seat."

"I'll take the floor, otherwise we won't get to the end of the story."

"C'mon you two! Seriously?!" Vaggie was infurated now, she had hoped they had at least some decurum to save it for after the tour was done.

"I meant he would loose circulation on his legs, I ain't as light as Nifty over there." Husk laughed softly, winking at Angel as he took a seat between his legs on the floor.

"Can I sit on your lap, Angel?"

"Sure, Nift."

"Oooooookaaaay, is everyone settled? Can I continue?" Charlie was more aware now of the time constraints, but she was glad to have the company. It was always more enjoyable to have the story be told with input from everyone.

"Yes, but keep it light on the start, we want to get to the good part this century!"

After their fall from Heaven and Earth, Lilith and Lucifer began working on making their prison more comfortable. As others, like the Sins and the Ars Goetia, slowly filled Hell, as they newly appointed King and Queen, they held a party. And someone new arrived to them. She was lovely, yet she was no former angel. Her power left everyone speechless. Her name was Roo. She welcomed everyone, but especially the new King. She had seen it all, and she had to thank him for letting her be born. She was evil personified and she had a proposition. She could help them get revenge upon eveyone who had forsaken them. And while some saw this as a great opportunity, Lucifer refused.

"Fighting Heaven will bring us nothing! I prefer to make the best of this here, were I have my freedom, despite being in my own prison. Let them deal with it all, I thank you for the consideration, but it would be foolish for us to go to war when we know we will lose." Roo smiled, she tried again to entice him, but he wouldn't move. His powers, which he knew she craved, he would not give her. Roo bid them farewell, making sure they knew she could be found at the deepest part, where the river of souls ran, if they ever changed their minds.

She returned to her domain, deep into Hell, to the parts that no one had ever ventured to. She stood now in her home, a castle of darkness that towered over everything. She climbed until she came to her work room, on its center a stone basin filled with a clear swirling liquid. From it she could see the present, past and future. She had used this to her advantage to make sure her influence had sparked the first sin of man. The free will of the humans meant that she now was present up on Earth, but it also crippled her once vast power. Her future vision would never be as it once was, nor could she force the fallen who now ruled Hell to make her biding. She needed more if she was to wreck havoc as she was promised, gazing into the hazy future in which she ruled it all. She could be patient, someday she would have her revenge.

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Alastor the Radio Demon could tell that he was utterly fucked, and he could count on one hand his whole life's (and afterlife's) regrets. Babysitting an overexcited and touchy princess and her entourage was something he deeply regretted, as he watched Vaggie run around trying to film the Hotel an annoying television commercial. He honestly thought his own was pretty favorable, but the Princess thought otherwise. As she went to her meeting, her girlfriend now scrambled to put something together with no experience. He could let her keep on trying, ultimately failing but he needed to keep the Princess as happy as possible, and this was something he would have to endure.

After all of that work only for the commercial to be cut off to the news that Heaven was going to come back earlier? He knew his boss was laughing at him. The next few months brought little change. After this, he saw Charlie welcome in another patron, Sir Pentious had tried to be a thorn at Alastor's side, but like the television demon he took orders from, neither could actually cause any harm; like a toy knife, both were only mildly threatening in appearance. His meeting with the Overlords helped him be closer to his end goal. The months flew by, and still, nothing was going the Princess' way, and she was forced to call her father.

And Lucifer Morningstar ended up coming. To HIS HOTEL. The former Angel went so far as to compare him to a bellhop and Alastor was so close to unleashing everything on the pompous asshole. Thankfully, he managed to take his anger out on the loan sharks Mimzy brought, but he still had to dismiss her, more forcefully than he would have if he hadn't already been so on edge. He was fuming by the end of the day, not only had he been humiliated by Lucifer, Husk knew of him being on a leash, and Heaven would soon come. He unleashed his anger once in his room, thankful for the small mercy that his room opened into his own private bayou and no one would be aware of his (frankly childish) tantrum, and suddenly he felt it in the sudden stillness of the air, and deep among the trees, the one who owned his sould appeared.

Roo was not that taller than Charlie, yet the front was just to spite him. he knew, seeing he still towered over her but she held all the power to bring him to his knees, like she did now.

"Alastor, sweetheart! Interesting day?" She sat on a tree stump that formed into a throne. Alastor hated every minute of it but he obediently knelt by her feet, levelling her with his worst glare.

"Roo, you said he wouldn't leave his isolated hole." She laughed and smiled almost as wide as him.

"I said he wouldn't come out without proper reason, Charlotte finally reaching out to him I guess gave him the strength to try for the first time in years." She was looking at her nails, utterly unbothered by this. Her ability to see aspects of the future irked him when she kept information like this from him.

"The fucking Devil will unravel everything I have worked for here." He seethed but Roo just laughed, a shrill sound that hurt his sensitive ears.

"Oh, Al, don't be so pessimistic, darling. I need you to trust me." She reached out to take his face in her hand, squishing as he growled, static becoming more prominent around him. "This is needed, taking out that pompous asshole up in Heaven will leave my darling Lilith in the perfect spot to worm her way in, you have to trust me."

"Charlie will draw a target on her back if she goes to Heaven, and it will lead the Hotel to be in danger." All his hard work, gone if Adam himself lead the charge to the Hotel.

"Well, that's why you are here, correct? Al, trust me, everything is going according to plan. Make sure to use our little golden ticket to make a deal with the Princess, I will need her to complete my plan." He avoided yelping in pain as she dug her fingers into his face, her other hand making sure to spread his smile wider, to the point it hurt more than usual. Her tone grew dark, and suddenly Alastor could feel the chain around his neck tighten as her voice echoed everywhere in the bayou. "And don't lose your temper with Lucifer again, I don't have the time to get another puppet if he decides to smite you."

With that, she threw him to the floor and as soon as his head had stopped spinning, he looked up to find her gone.

#my writing #fic idea vault #vd's fics #fic idea vault 17 #Hercules AU #hazbin hotel #radioapple #appleradio #duckiedeer #hazbin alastor #hazbin lucifer #lucifer morningstar #alastor the radio demon #charlie morningstar #angel dust #vaggie #hazbin husk #hazbin nifty

[teecupangel]

So I recently found out that in AC: Brotherhood, Ezio can do a back flip if he jumps off a horse onto a beam. That said I screamed at my game “Since when can you do that!?” And can’t help but think of your ratatouille au

The Ratatouille AU where the ancestors can hear Desmond while ‘playing’ and its more unhinged cousin, the Ratatouille AU where Desmond can hear us. 

This makes me remember how I played the majority of AC1 not knowing Altaïr can fucking vault.

Like the first time I accidentally did that, I was like “wait, what???” and I just spent like 10ish minutes (I think) trying to figure out how the hell I did that.

Soooo…

Have this, nonny?

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“Ah, yes, yes. You would recover from those muscle aches in time.” The dottore noted as he looked over Ezio, nodding to himself as he added, “Yes, someone of your age must take care not to strain your muscles too much. Medicines will be ineffective, I’m afraid.”

Ezio looked at the sky with a deadpan expression on his face, ignoring how this was the second doctor to have talked about how medicine wouldn’t work for someone his ‘age’.

“Here. It will dull the pain and make you forget the ache.” The dottore gave Ezio the same medicine he always got and he drank it immediately. The dottore stared at him for a moment before handing him another bottle without saying anything about it, only continuing their ‘conversation’ as Ezio pocketed the medicine, “If I may ask, messere, what have you done for you to be in such a state?”

Ezio glanced at his horse who was standing pretty a few feet away from them then to the sky where Desmond is strangely quiet before turning to stare at the dottore to reply, “A friend of mine kept asking me to ‘do a backflip’.”

“Ah, and you cannot say no to this ‘friend’ of yours?”

Ezio’s deadpan stare seemed to move pass the dottore and straight to the Animus’ camera which he shouldn’t even know about as he said, “No.”

“... I see…”

.

“Desmond…” 

There was a hint of resignation in the tone that Desmond ignored.

“Desmond…”

Resignation has been replaced by annoyance but Desmond ignored that as well.

“Desmond.”

Annoyance left his name, leaving nothing but a warning that Desmond ignored as well.

“Desmond.”

Finally, the growl that left Altaïr’s lips that bordered in growing anger was the note that finally forced Desmond to stop.

“I do not understand why you can’t figure out how to make me vault.” Altaïr commented as he rubbed the bridge of his nose, “You managed to do it fifteen minutes ago.”

“I know!” Desmond exclaimed, the frustration clear in his own tone as he explained, “And I have no freaking idea how I did it! That’s why I’m trying out all the buttons!”

“Do we have to do this here?” Altaïr hissed.

“Yes! That box is the perfect height for you to vault!”

“Desmond…” Altaïr covered his face, ignoring the people shamelessly staring at them, “We’re in the middle of the village… in Masyaf.”

“Would you rather be in Acre or Damascus? With all those strangers???”

“Yes, I would actually prefer that. At least there, people won’t know it was me and remember it was me for years to come!” Altaïr argued as he glared at his shadow, a habit he had taken up on whenever he wished to glare at Desmond but knew he did not exist in the same plane as him. Glaring at the sky felt a bit… too much so he just glared at his shadow instead.

“So the rumors are true. You’ve finally lost it.” 

Both Altaïr and Desmond sighed at the same time.

“You know…” Desmond paused for a moment before he suggested, “I don’t think Al Mualim would punish you any more than he already has if we beat the crap out of him?”

Altaïr thought about it for a moment before nodding in agreement, “If I get hit even once by Abbas, I will find a way to journey to your time and show you how I truly fight.”

“Hey, if you can take out the assholes keeping me here, I’ll spar with you all day.” Desmond agreed before adding, “But first…”

Altaïr jumped on the box once more and he hissed as the flush of his face deepened in embarrassment, “Desmond!”

“Sorry! I thought I got it this time!”

#please tell me i’m not the only one #who didn’t know altaïr could vault #until like midgame or endgame? #please? #other than that #usual tags! #i guess we should also tag this as #ratatouille animus au #assassin's creed #desmond miles #altaïr ibn la'ahad #ezio auditore #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed #ask and answer

[badbatchenthusiast]

can you imagine an alternate universe where those kids in the vault grow up in the temple? jax would be so excited to learn to weild a lightsaber. eva in the crèches, meditating with her class, would get bored sometimes and send the force-pokes she’d learnt to make at one of her friends, giggling and making everyone lose concentration. they all could’ve been happy. sami might’ve been studious, and the archives master could’ve loved her. she would’ve been less quiet. have less responsibility put on her. she’d grow to be a serious but compassionate master.

i’m thinking about it and it’s hurting me that these kids are so little and experiencing so much pain. omega is obviously the oldest and she can’t be more than 13 or 14. eva seems to be about 6 or 7. i really want a world for them where they’re safe and loved at the temple, growing into their talents and nurturing them.

#add this to the list of fanfics I need to write #star wars #the bad batch #tbb #tbb season 3 #tbb spoilers #tbb season 3 spoilers #sw tbb #bad batch #the vault #tbb sami #tbb eva #tbb jax #tbb fic idea #sw fic idea #fic ideas

[fizzigigsimmer]

I wish I had more time to write. I have so many fic ideas that live in folders that I am afraid will never see the light. After I finish my Big Bang fic I still have to finish To B With Love & All The Kings Men (oof poor baby has gone so neglected). So this brain bunny will sadly probably not see life until next years big bang honestly. But I love the idea so much and want to share it. All my love to @dream-about-dancing who helped me with my initial brainstorming and encouraged me that this wasn't too dark of an idea lol.

That said. Warnings ahead for some dark!romance as in, this is fucked up with purpose.

The idea came to me after the massive disappointment that was Don't Worry Darling. I just feel like the film missed a lot of the horror and emotional beats that make the original Stepford Wives so twisted and compelling.

So my idea for a Harringrove Stepford!Wives Au was born.

A secret government organization has given Martin Brenner funding for "The Eden project". The goal of Eden is to create an actionable community model that would end poverty, wealth inequality, crime, war etc in the western world. Their slogan is " take the first step to world peace. Choose Eden."

World peace is the surface goal, but we all know Brenner is a closeted sociopath - so naturally he's using Eden and the technology behind it to create a weapon that can control/erase/change the will of others on a mass scale. World peace through mind control in other words. Everyone in Eden is essentially a test subject.

Brenner finds volunteers by preying on fringe groups and people who are ostracized in society, because they can more easily disappear without being missed. Nobody cares if the guy dealing drugs out of his van stops showing up to the corner, or some "tranny" quits their job and moves without telling anyone.

Billy and Steve are college roommates, it's the 80s, and they're both deep in the closet. Billy struggles with his childhood trauma and Steve is there for him like no one else ever has been. Steve is exploring his own sexuality and trying to live independently of his overbearing parents for the first time and they form a very codependent relationship.

Steve's parents start to suspect somethings up with him and his roommate and start to put pressure on him to live up to his responsibilities (Aka join his father's firm and get married to a nice girl). It doesn't help that Billy is fearful and possessive of their relationship and generally just a giant redflag. Steve just wants to be with Billy, but he knows they don't have a future and he doesn't want to be the son who fucks up and ruins his family over something he shouldn't even want - so he breaks up with Billy.

Billy spirals. He completely ignores the part about Steve breaking up with him because he's an unstable mess lol and fixates on Steve's parents and the world telling them it's wrong to be together. He knows Steve was happy with him and that Steve loves him and is desperate to get him back.

He meets someone at a bar who introduces him to Project Eden and indoctrinates him into Brenner's circle. At first Billy thinks this sounds like some weird geek novel bullshit, but the idea of a safe world where he's not wrong for being the way that he is, and where Steve still loves him and he's powerful and successful and nothing can touch him? Appealing as fuck. Sign him up. He'll be a warrior for world peace.

Cue him literally abducting Steve on his wedding day and bringing him into Eden, where they become The Hargroves. They have the perfect life and the perfect marriage that the outside world tells them they can't have. Billy's the provider and each day he gets to come home to his blissfully happy and submissive husband.

He was afraid at first that Brenner's technology would take away what he loves most about Steve, but no he's still the same dork with the same fire. The only downside is Billy knows deep down that Steve didn't choose this and he lives in fear of Steve waking up one day and truly hating him.

The first crack comes when Steve starts to have upsetting dreams about the past, including the time his dad called him a slur and accused him of ruining the family and breaking his mother's heart. Billy tells him these are just nightmares but he knows they are really Steve's memories popping up where they shouldn't. He starts to panic and does everything he can to "fix" Steve, gaslighting him the entire way.

Meanwhile poor Steve is on a reluctant heroes journey slowly regaining his memories and his own mind. He starts unraveling the mysteries behind Eden with the help of Eleven and his friends, who are also fellow residents of Eden. Eleven is Brenner's "daughter" and unknowingly is a big part of how the technology works. Max and Lucas came to Eden together so they could be together without persecution. Heather and Robin were lesbians who didn't know each other and wanted a chance to experience being in love. Jason was a closeted man escaping religious trauma, but in Eden he's the perfect husband to Chrissy who isn't sick or being abused by her mother anymore, and Eddie was a poor social outcast who wanted the world to hear his music. In Eden he's a rock star and has a budding romance with Jason & Chrissy.

Steve agrees that they can't allow Brenner to use El and the Eden technology for what he's planning, but the more of the truth he discovers the more he wishes he'd never woken up. Because despite everything, he loves Billy and the life they have. Billy's very sorry of course. It was never his intention to hurt Steve. He just wanted to make things right for them. And it can all be right again if they all just take this little pill and go to sleep.

Decisions decisions.

#harringrove #plot bunnies #dark romances #twisted love stories #stepford wives au #the plot bunny vault #fic ideas #fizzi writes fic

[password-door-lock]

“Boss,” you stammer, slamming the door to the intelligence room behind you. “Bossbossbossbossboss.” It comes out sounding like one very, very long word as you practically catapult yourself into Unknown's arms.

He didn't ask you to do that, but he doesn't particularly mind— it seems like you know your place at Magenta: on his lap, where he can keep an eye on you and stop you from wreaking whatever havoc you've got your heart set on at the moment. “What is it?” He asks, expecting more of the same nonsense that you always try to serve him in moments such as this one.

“Okay, so, as you know, you told me to go find something useful to do and leave you alone,” you recount, “Presumably because you're doing something so horrible that you don't even want me to see it, which says an awful lot, considering all the shit you've let me see already.” You're not entirely wrong there, but Unknown doesn't bother letting you know. You can press as much as you want, but he's never going to give you any more information than he sees fit.

“Yes,” Unknown agrees instead, nebulously allowing you to fill in the blanks for yourself. A month ago, he would have been certain that you'd make up some nonsense and be wrong about it, but he has learned that it's better not to underestimate you. His assistant is many things, but stupid is not one of them. Unobservant, perhaps. Dependent, of course. Annoying, even— but never stupid.

“Right,” you shake your head, before promptly nestling into his embrace as if you're seeking comfort. You're wildly misguided if you think you're going to get it from him— but, then, Unknown doesn't need to tell you that. “Well, anyway. So I thought, why don't I clean the water heater?”

“What water heater?” Unknown has never seen anything like that during his time at Magenta, and he's spent quite a while here.

“It's in the basement,” you wave him off, like it means nothing that you went down there without his permission. “There's this little door, and it's blocked with this cart thing, so I unblocked it, and then there's this tiny room with just this water heater that's like, well, you know, it heats water— anyway, it takes up half the room, and—”

“Did I tell you to go down there?” Unknown tightens his grip on you. If you'd been in the basement at the wrong time, you could have seen something much worse than what would have been on his screen had you stayed by his side. And the fact that you knew enough about the water heater to think of cleaning it suggests that you’ve been down there before and seen it already— he isn’t pleased with this development. Does he really have to keep an eye on you all the time to stop you from causing trouble?

“You said to be useful,” you counter, “And I was being useful.”

Unknown groans. “Then what's the matter?” He has no idea what you saw or who you ran into. The basement is not a pretty place, after all, and you’re quite timid, all things considered. If he wanted you to go down there, then he would have sent you himself. 

“I saw a bug!” You squeal, dramatic as always. “And it was terrifying. Comfort me.” 

It irks him that you think you get to give him orders, but nevertheless, Unknown heaves a sigh of relief. He can't believe he was ever actually that worried over his assistant— as if anyone in paradise would be enough of a fool to lay a hand on you. With the exception of the Savior, nobody around here would even think of trying something like that. And you wouldn't have stalled so long if anything had happened, anyway... you'd have called him to the scene immediately, and Unknown would have dealt with it on the spot. “That's it? You see bugs every day, prince(ss). I’m not going to coddle you every time.” 

“Yes, but this one was technically in my home,” you protest with a shudder, “So it’s at least five times scarier. And it was huge— I think it was some kind of cockroach or something.” 

“Hm.” Unknown considers this information. He doesn’t really follow, but he also doesn’t want to prolong this bug discussion any longer than he has to. It’s better if you just drop it and let him get back to work. 

“Anyway, it ran in front of the water heater as soon as I opened the door,” you complain, “I don’t know how the hell it got in there, or if there’s others, or anything like that—  I just slammed the door and blocked it again, and then ran back here as fast as I could to tell you that there's a bug by the water heater, which I did not clean. For your information.”

Unknown huffs. Honestly, he should have known better than to turn you loose in the first place. Even if he had explicitly told you to avoid the basement, you would have found a way down there anyway. You may be more clever than he originally gave you credit for, but that doesn’t seem to have much bearing on your listening skills, which have proven to be severely lacking.

“That's why we don't go sticking our nose where it doesn't belong,” he purrs, enjoying the way that you retreat entirely into his embrace, pressing your face against his chest. Yes, that's how it should be... you should depend on him, rely on him, revel in the feeling of his attention, his fingers in your hair or his lips against your ear. You should be his, wholly and completely, bending to his whims and changing your shape to fit inside of his grasp. That's the only way. “Just stay with me, assistant. I'll look after you, since you can't figure out how to do it yourself.” If your reaction to a single cockroach was so passionate, he can’t imagine what you would have done if you’d actually encountered something scary— but if he keeps you here, then neither one of you will ever have to find out. 

“Sure,” your soft concession feels like a victory. Unknown just hums in response, returning to his work as you continue to cling to him. He won’t comfort you, of course, but he will allow himself to give you this.

#tw insects #This is heavily inspired by something I do at work lol #Any time they have too many people and can't find a task for me I go clean the water heater #It really is in a little room and since it's blocked off with stuff in dry stock it takes a long time to get to #I just love the idea of bringing my food service experience to the intelligence room #Anyway my fics will continue to get more and more specific #Since I am trying to post the 100+ drabbles that have accumulated in the vault #mystic messenger #mystic messenger drabble #choi saeran #saeran choi #unknown mystic messenger

[clairenatural]

standing by my angel!cas endgame truth while also kicking my feet and giggling writing cute domestic human!cas post-canon fics. a woman can do both

#i like a semihuman cas who is still an angel in every way that matters but loves eating dean's cooking and falling asleep together #sweetest softest headcanon is that cas chooses to temporarily become human to live out dean's normal human lifespan and grow old together #and then when dean is about to die (of old age!!!!) cas takes his grace back so they can cross into heaven together as angel + human #while on earth he puts a little bit of it in dean's wedding ring or smth #i have thought about the logistics of this btw. because cas would always want a bit of his grace close for emergencies. #so even before they're Married dean has a little vial of it #and cas has a little vial of it #and a third vial is in a vault in the bunker warded and protected #because also cas would want the opportunity to become an angel again at a moment's notice to save someone's life etc #also i like the idea that angels are actively maintaining their vessels so cas lets his physically age so they get old together #i wrote a fic about that :)

[tinkerbitch69]

Ella Purnell looking absolutely stunning in the new fallout trailer has me thinking about a yellowjackets au where the team exists in the fallout universe. Is this anything? Would anyone be interested in a fic like this? Is there any crossover between these two fandoms?

#ella purnell #(holy shit holy shit holy shit she looks so good in the vault suit) #yellowjackets #yellowjackets showtime #yellowjackets fandom #yellowjackets au #fallout #fallout tv series #fallout amazon #fallout fandom #fanfic #fanfic ideas #crossover fic #au fic

[twicethetrouble]

Rise TMNT headcannon time, because its driving me insane keeping it to myself.

Donny secretly built a bunker under the Lair. 

(He watched too many apocalypse movies as a child and very much felt the need for it.) It was big enough for his family (including April) to stay in there comfortably with enough supplies to last years. (It also had a backup lab for his own sanity.)

When they had to move to the subway station, Donny built another one. This one was bigger. He had more people he wanted to protect now, it had to be bigger. Better. More importantly, safer. he’d seen just a fraction of what the world could throw at them by that point and couldn’t risk anything being a threat to his family. It took him the entire two years between the series and the movie to make it, but he did.

During the Apocalypse timeline, Donny’s bunkers (plural) were the only reason they made it as long as they did. They were the only truly safe spaces left, and even after (what was probably about) twenty years of fighting, the Krang were never able to access them.

#rottmnt #tmnt #rise donny #headcannon time #just a thought that come from a stupid little fic i'm writing #I love the idea of Donny building things for the soul reason of keeping his family safe #and Rise donny is so OP as far as building tech #a fully self-sufficient bunker is not out of the possibilities #especially if he has years to make it #he keeps it secret because he doesn't want his siblings raiding it's supplies #i mean they probably know he built some sort of safe spot #but not know exactly how elaborate it is #and the second one is elaborate #like i'm imagining like a full size fallout vault type thing #maybe a tiny bit less but my point still stands #he went all out #and in the apocalypse timeline it payed off

[hiding-in-the-vault]

Should I pick up my DNF Familiar AU again? With Familiar!Dream and Prince!George who is running away from his kingdom? I didn't upload it for a LONG time. I think almost 2 years or so because I didn't have time and lost motivation T_T

Im gonna be real with you, anon; if you don't have the motivation, then don't force it. :/ That's a one-way trip to burn out.

Now, if you can Get yourself motivated again by thinking back to how you got the idea in the first place, or reworking the plan to make it feel fresh, talk to people about it to get fired up, then I support you wholeheartedly!!! But continuing purely off of some sense of obligation or guilt is never a good idea.

#vault asks #also never let the amount of time that had passed stop you #2 years is NOTHING #ive waited longer for fics LMAO #the idea sounds very cute :) #i love prince and magic aus heheheh #but also be realistic with yourself and what youre willing to commit to

[xxswagcorexx]

there are so many fics in my files and yet i struggle to do any of them ever </3

#according to scrivener i have #23k words in the vault... #one day all of my fics for roses and smoke week will be finished as well as all of my aus i Forgot #oh fallen angel and aquarium and flowershop and tattoo shop and stardew and cyberpunk au you will be finished ... #thats just 1 shots #one day my longfic ideas will be finished </3 #text.core

[creativemessbyvd]

FIC IDEA VAULT #16: THE COMEBACK OF RADIO

I wouldn't be me if I didn't write this down, so we have another fic this time of the Hazbin Hotel variety, let's go:

What if, after Alastor gets what he wants, he regrets it? Betraying everyone to gain unmeasurable power didn't actually feel good, because somehow, he cared against his wishes. So, Alastor makes one final deal, this time with Death, to bring down Roo* and return everything the way it should be. The catch? He must make sure that he gains true forgiveness from those he hurt the most, including Charlie. He must do this as a human, in a town on earth where everyone is now at, AND he can't kill or eat anyone, or the deal is off and he will continue to be haunted by his past mistakes. There's of course various catches, like people randomly knowing their past lives in the afterlife, and that will have their own goals in mind, who will also not be held to the same standards as Alastor. If he dies, the deal is also off.

As Alastor wakes, he realizes other things will be in his path, like his mother being alive and with him and thus, in danger should the wrong person figure out his mission or the constraints of his new deal. But the plans of Roo* will not be brought down by her minion and she will be prepared to tempt him and destroy the lives of her enemies once and for all.

Basically, Alastor is forced to be nice and he hates every minute of it, but he learns along the way to trust others and work around his problems without the use of force or threats. He is also roped into helping others and so many shennanigans wil ensue. I might make it the start of radioapple, BUT it wouldn't be the main focus of the fic. I want the focus to be on his relationships with the main cast, his mom and friendships he will build slowly through the fic. The possible relationship he builds with Lucifer would come later, after he has gotten a little better at expressing his care for his friends.

*Roo is another character of Vivzbop that may stand for Root of all evil. The speculation is that she will be the final boss and may also be the one that Alastor has a deal with. I lean towards Eve a lot more, like a mix of the two, like Eve becoming Roo.

#my writing #fic idea vault #fic idea vault 16 #the comeback of radio #hazbin hotel #maybe #duckiedeer #appleradio #radioapple #alastor hazbin hotel

[theminecraftbox]

/dsmp rp

wake up babes new AU just dropped. @dr3amofagame and I have been brainrotting HARD.

I present to you: time-traveler Sam.

Sam, his purpose and his eye recently destroyed, stares across the lava with newly restored vision and he can’t believe what he’s seeing. It’s Dream, in the main cell. Wearing orange. But he doesn’t look the way Sam remembers: no scars, not thin and starved and battered; he’s still got his damn mask.

What’s happened? How did Sam even get in the prison again?

It quickly becomes clear: Sam’s somehow traveled back in time to the first day of Dream’s imprisonment. He has a chance to fix the past.

Sam is going to do things RIGHT this time. Like he tells Ponk: “How can you say I took it too seriously when he’s escaped? Obviously I should have taken it MORE serious!”

First of all, this means no visitors. No Tommy, no murder. No Ghostbur, no revival. No Sapnap, no Bad… no Ranboo.

No guards either. Bad was apparently a traitor, and Ant was incompetent.

And no Quackity. Sure, what Quackity did… cowed Dream, but it ended up being a horrific security risk, and it never even got them the book. Quackity brought in Techno, and then eventually Dream escaped! And Quackity nearly killed Dream against Sam’s direct orders. No. This time, Quackity will never set foot on the prison grounds.

This time, it’s just going to be him and Dream. No one and nothing else to get in the way, no complications. “It’s perfect when it’s just me and him.”

…But. There’s a problem with excluding Q. Dream’s will still needs to be broken.

[“Maybe next time it won’t be Quackity who comes into the cell. Maybe it’ll be me!” “I’m not sorry. If the roles were reversed—I would do it now.”]

The Warden’s responsibility is to make sure the prisoner is subdued. The Warden’s responsibility is to make sure the prisoner never escapes, and would never dare to. The Warden’s responsibility is to control the prisoner completely, to make the prisoner incapable of hurting anyone else ever again. And the Warden’s responsibility is to obtain certain information: Dream has plans, and Dream has the revive book, and he cannot be allowed to keep either.

Sam’s not Quackity. Sam’s no sadist. So Sam installs a glass wall. And Sam makes certain alterations to the cell. Greatly restricted space. No chest. No more free access to books, or to water. Permanent restraints. And… a row of dispensers in the ceiling. Dispensers holding things other than potatoes: poison, harming, blindness, weakness, lava, water.

Sam remembers what he did to Ponk. That’s not going to happen this time; he’ll make sure of it. But he did learn from the incident. Sam’s so much more experienced now. He knows just how to treat Dream this time. This time, he won’t be fooled and he won’t be distracted: Sam’s going to break him.

#c!dream and c!sam #ask me about this I have so many ideas #also a short fic percolating #pandora’s vault #abuse. #torture. #au: just me and him #dreblr

[draisaitleons]

title: i'm thinking we should cross the line.

fandom: hockey rpf

pairing: aleksander barkov/matthew tkachuk

rating: explicit

words: 16,586

summary:

"You did it, Matthew."

Matthew's hand trembles slightly against the wall. He knows he’s going to hear this for a while. He already did hear it a few times on the way to the locker room, more when he actually stepped inside. There is just something different about Sasha being the one to say it to him. It makes his entire body feel like it’s on fire, struck by lightning, or something equally ridiculous. The weight of Sasha's gaze lifts him up rather than pushes him down.

(This is something he has noticed before. The way Sasha's gaze makes him feel so differently compared to others. When Sasha looks at him, he never wants him to look away. He wants to live under Sasha's gaze for the rest of his life or until Sasha decides he is done with looking at him. He hopes he never is.) 

#1619 #feeling slightly fragile about posting this so like..... if you don't like it don't look at me #my fics. #figured i should start a tag cause i do have other ideas in the vault

[oldworldwidgets]

Summary:

Aftermath.

my mischievous ass is once again dropping a new chapter and sprinting away as fast as i can with zero elaboration on the summary :P have fun and let me know what u think <3

dont wanna get dropped right into the middle or miss when deacon and charmer were happy? LMAO too soon???? start at the beginning here!

#gosh these vault chapters have taken so LONG to write #writing heavy stuff is so HARD bro #me when i set out to explore deacons grief and complete failure to process it #vs me having to actually articulate it once ive used 100k words to set the damn scene #once again toying w the idea of moving to bi-weekly updates or skipping a few weeks here and there #idk we'll see #but anyway #for now: enjoy #fo4 #fallout 4 #fallout #deacon #deacon fallout 4 #fallout 4 companions #fallout companions #fallout 4 fanfic #fallout fanfic #deacon fallout 4 fic #deacon fallout 4 fanfic #oldworld.fic

[pyrriax]

peace and love on planet earth.

this fic is. going places.

#haunted ecosystem #my day can be summed up in : two shitty conversations that i hated & one nice comment on asomatous #and also shaking like a sick dog. but thats unrelatedly related #idk i was gonna make an actual post about this fic then i opened the vault and felt nauseous so nvm about the original point of this post #i drew something? i dont think it really counted as drawing but today has been. a day. its 2:50am. why am i awake #pro tip go the fuck to sleep when it gets dark. you arent going to make good choices when its dark. #i have an ending for artificial stars? i have the idea for the other main fics of the series. i have an ambition that'll kill me one day #remind me to delete this later #im gonna go watch some random videos and hope this feeling passes. it's going to be okay and there is love in the world. #there is so much love you cannot even imagine. you'll learn about it when the time is right. there is love there is love there is love #there is so so much love and it exists for everyone out there. especially the people who are hurt / hurting. i love you. forever. #i care and i will listen to your woes and hardships and i will be there god damnit. stay. stay just a little longer #i learnt i write hardships that i wish i hadnt had to overcome alone. i write love ive never understood. i write the world the way i see it #so brimming with life and beautiful. its so beautiful. #goodnight tumblr. so much love <3

[password-door-lock]

“What is this?” Unknown demands, giving the oversized cup a once-over. He does not appreciate the tacky snowflake print any more than he appreciates the fact that it is decidedly not what he asked for.

You shoot him a sheepish smile that he could really do without, before stabbing the sheer plastic lid of your drink with a large pastel pink straw identical to the one waiting for him on the dashboard. “You said you wanted something that would keep you awake.”

Unknown grits his teeth. It's like he has to spell every little thing out for you lest you should fuck it up— maybe he shouldn't really be surprised, considering he's had to deal with your antics for months now, but that doesn’t mean he’s pleased with your behavior. “I wanted an energy drink.” He may not drink them often, but they come in handy when he spends long hours on surveillance missions such as this one. 

“Oh.” You wrinkle your brow, looking genuinely apologetic. “I'm sorry. I wish you would have said something— hopefully this will be okay, though. It does have a lot of caffeine and sugar— plus, I got us some pastries, too.”

You brandish a box (also printed with snowflakes) which looks big enough to contain more than enough pastries for the two of you. “Next time, get me what I ask for.” He shouldn’t have to say that, but Unknown understands now that it’s better to err on the side of caution when giving you directions. 

“Of course.” You don't contest the fact that he never explicitly asked you for an energy drink, which, to your credit, does improve Unknown's mood infinitesimally. He’s not in the mood for an argument today, any more than he’s in the mood for… whatever you’re trying to give him now. “But, listen, this should give you enough energy to stay up until we're back at Magenta, anyway. And they're doing a promotion for winter— see the little flap in the cup? There's a plushie keychain behind it.”

“Next time, I'll go with you into the store,” Unknown decides, too caught up in his own thoughts to consider the new information that you’ve offered. None of the work that he got done while you were in the coffee shop makes up for the potential risks associated with leaving you to your own devices for so long. He sincerely hopes that the Savior doesn't look at her card history for this evening, because he has no interest in explaining why so many ridiculous things were purchased in the name of the Mint Eye.

You're not listening to him, either, already prying open the little door in the side of your cup to get to the plushie. Unknown is irrationally annoyed about this, and he stews in his anger as you withdraw the stupid little thing. “Aw,” you look dejected, which  comforts him. “Damn.” You might be annoying, but at least your pouting face is cute. 

“What's the problem, prince(ss)?” Angry or not, Unknown will never pass up an opportunity to mess with you.  

“I don't really like this character,” you confess, “Like, it’s fine, I guess, but I was hoping to get something else.”

“Oh, you poor thing,” Unknown murmurs mockingly, reveling in your disappointment just as he indulges in all of your emotions. He really does enjoy his time with you, all things considered— but, then again, he never would have picked you if he didn’t want to be around you. 

“You should open yours.” Now you're giving him puppy-dog eyes, which has never been a particularly effective method in your dealings with Unknown— of course, that’s never stopped you before, and he apparently can’t expect it to stop you this time, either. “Please? It's already paid for. It would be a waste if you just left it.” 

Unknown considers this. As much as he doesn't want to listen to you when you try to give him orders, he is just a bit curious about what might be inside the cup. And you do have a point— it is already paid for. Even though he doesn't want it, if there's any enjoyment to be had from this irresponsible decision of yours, he may as well revel in that, too, before the Savior finds out what has taken place and limits his use of the Mint Eye credit card. Most likely, he'll no longer be allowed to leave you unattended with it. 

Whatever. It takes him a moment to get the stupid thing out of the little door— he ends up just ripping the extra bottom compartment off of the rest of the cup and tossing it on the floor of the car. He figures that you can clean it up later. He studies the prize— it’s just some plush cartoon character that he’s never heard of, though you seem to recognize it, if the way that your eyes widen as you study the thing is anything to go on. “What?” He demands, clutching the plushie in his closed fist. 

“Can we trade?” You ask sheepishly, holding out your keychain like you expect him to take it. “You got my favorite character.” 

Unknown finds himself grinning. He didn’t care at all about the plushie before, but he very much enjoys knowing that he has something that you want. He offers you a smug chuckle before clipping the keychain ring to his belt loop. “No,” he says firmly, “I like this one.” 

But his words and actions fail to have the desired effect. You just grin right back at him, silently clapping your hands as if pleased by his performance. Unknown stares up at the ceiling, wondering what the hell he’s going to do with you. As if you can read his thoughts, you select this moment to be extra-annoying:  “Now try the drink,” you order, “I promise you’ll love it.”

#another drabble from the vault! #And yeah I'm fully aware that my last 3 fics have involved MC giving Unknown some kind of gift #However #I saw a place that was doing a similar promotion and couldn't get this idea out of my head #So here you go #Mystic messenger #mystic messenger drabble #saeran choi #choi saeran #unknown mystic messenger