#like i want a canon divergent one

[paint-music-with-me]

so like

all i want in ep 14 for VP is this: 

- vegas telling EVERYONE and their mother that if ANYONE lays a finger on the main family’s head bodyguard or even so much as LOOKS at him the wrong way, their ass is grass like no mercy whatsoever on that unfortunate soul 

- no VP resolution - like they cannot be “okay” or anything close to that. im sure they won’t go for a resolution since they’ve greenlit an s2 but still i’ve seen worse come to pass. but yeah they cannot be resolved. at least in this episode. i need pete and vegas to go through like metamorphosis shit within themselves (not necessarily redemption) but just....oh shit i’ve changed into something that i cannot recognize and the only one who does...is...him *dun dun DUN* 

- also obvi pete needs to fight vegas and win - whether it’s hand to hand combat (which i prefer) or something else, i need pete to fight vegas - i get the whole “you can’t shoot me and you know why” scene which was great yeah fs but now? i need pete to completely rage - like he’s mad - he saw vegas with porsche, he’s confused, he’s angry, he’s tired, he’s shaking - the man’s whole foundation has crumbled to the very rock bottom and he doesn’t know how to get back up again so i want him to rage out on the one person who did it to him. 

#gods i should just write a fic about them shouldn't i? #but omg idk where to begin! #like i want a canon divergent one #i've got a fucking fluffy hedgehog au one in my wip #and i got an idea for a spicy one but like....oh jeez #i cant write spicy at all so #and this idea for a canon-divergent one won't leave me alone??? #idk man #and i feel bad bc everytime i go thru the tags on ao3 - it's not....there... #it's not...what im looking for #and ik i could write it but #mmmm words are lost on to me #and i want to write it well - not excuses but not redemption but all kinds of messy that cannot be taken away #but aahhh! its sooo complex and messy and aahhh how do u do that??? #vegaspete #kinnporche the series #kinnporsche #blabber time

[coffeecatcraze]

The fact that Vaggie knew it was a HORRIBLE idea for her to go to Heaven because there were so many things that could go wrong and so many bad memories there, but her girlfriend needed her and she couldn't say no to her cute face; the fact that the headstrong, optimistic, determined, powerful Princess of Hell knew she couldn't handle taking this huge step alone and the only one person she could imagine being by her side in that critical moment was Vaggie.

The fact that even when she felt so hurt, heartbroken, and betrayed and tried for a second to deny it, Charlie never stopped loving Vaggie, still referred to her as her girlfriend, and had full faith that she was completely succeeding in her task (getting detailed sensitive information from a weapons-dealing Overlord) while Charlie herself was struggling and failing with her own.

The fact that even with Charlie so upset that she intentionally threw a painful commentbat her (a comment with a subtle double meaning, though Charlie herself was definitely NOT thinking clearly enough to realize that implication and only meant to make a jab at the secret-keeping), Vaggie still wanted so desperately to protect Charlie out of love that she regrew angelic wings despite having been in Hell for years.

The fact that one gesture from Charlie told Vaggie everything she wanted to say to her, and that mutual understanding was so complete that she didn't hesitate to run to her knowing she would be accepted because her girlfriend still loved her and forgave her.

The support, love, and intimate understanding these two share even when things are hard and painful is so beautiful. They've been together for years; they've been through so much; and it's wonderful to have that respected and portrayed canonically instead of dipping into that easy, fan-craved trope of dramatically heavy relationship angst. I'm glad they left that angst itch to be scratched by fanworks instead, because these ladies aren't that type.

They are powerful; they are determined; they balance and complete each other; and most importantly, they are so head-over-heels and experienced in their love for each other that it took one day for Charlie to deeply consider everything and fully reconcile with Vaggie, who never doubted her even for a second. Their relationship isn't just established; it's stable, and I love to see that for a wlw couple. <3

#hazbin hotel #chaggie #vaggie #charlie morningstar #i usually caption my gifs but i am Tired and wanted to post chaggie appreciation on valentine's day #so have this before i fall asleep! <3 #not all queer couples need long dramatic relationship angst arcs! #we need more queer ships like this <3 #and don't get me wrong i love a good angst fic! #there are some really good post-s1e6 canon divergent ones on ao3!!! #but honestly this is their canon dynamic and i love that the show stayed true <3

[blancherries-art]

It feels good to be back.

(A more risque version under the cut)

#Percico #PJO #Percy Jackson #Nico Di Angelo #it wasn't meant to show so much navel but as I kept correcting their arms Percy's kept going down -they were too damn short- #i hate having to state this but just in case it's not obvious enough no minors are depicted here #Nico has been aged up -and I tried to give Percy like 23-ish but I think I failed at that- #Also about the concept? There is no concept #I wish i could give you a cool one but this time I just wanted them to ovreflow with intimidating power couple vibes tbh #give them the story you want #it could be a twisted merman AU or a canon divergence where Nico actively goes after Percy idk #“Black Water” maybe? #Nicercy #Pernico

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

somewhat satisfied with this... pretty butterfly man...

#didnt want to diverge too drastically from his canon palette #but butterflies never retain their caterpillar colors so. blue-green & pink howdy supremacy #and a lot of butteflies have black bodies/legs and also dark gradients on arms/hands Absolutely Fucks #so he gets fancy black gradients! and cool wings! #his wings were a Bitch to do ngl #also fluff... butterfly fluff... #in my mind the back of his hindwings have big ol eyespots on em & smaller ones on the forewings #which you can kind of see #scribble salad #welcome home #welcome home puppet show #howdy pillar #yassified howdy <3 #i didnt have to make him pink. but i did. for all of our sakes. #pink/teal is The color combo no i dont take criticism. im right. #its like the bad bitch version of red/blue #WAIT IMPORTANT QUESTION. googling if butterfly fluff is soft #probably... ive always been too scared of hurting them to pet the ones ive caught/held #theyre not as sturdy as moths or bees. both of which are very soft and i wish they were dog-sized #so i could have a honeybee pet. #GETTING OFF TOPIC ONCE AGAIN #howdy Is very sturdy tho! so it'd be totally safe to- #actually yknow what im gonna stop right there

[atthebell]

i don't even mind aus in other fandoms (if done well and still characterized properly) but i just cannot deal with how obsessed mcyt fans are with aus instead of just writing in-canon stuff and particularly for spiderbit there is SO much to talk and write about involving them and so few good fics that i'm like please can we all write regret arc tension fics can we talk about them reuniting can we delve into how they feel about being co-parents and about their future and and and and

#bell.txt #sorry to people who like aus i totally get that this is more of a me thing i just cannot deal with them atp #like some tropey ones sure im down for some fae shit or whatever #but i just want canon-compliant or lightly canon divergent stuff so bad #if we had more of that i probably wouldn't mind aus so much

[nonuel]

mass effect fandom typically has no problem disregarding or rewriting portions of canon, but one thing i have almost never seen touched is the friendship between garrus and shepard. so here is a poll because i am genuinely curious. i tried to be as expansive as poll limitations allowed, but since we are already throwing out canon i recognize there are a lot of variances that haven't been included. because of that, i would particularly like it if people elaborated about their non-romantic relationship with garrus in the tags, comments, or reblogs - especially if you are someone who has voted for any of the non-friend options. thanks for your time!

this post is not meant to be garrus critical. garrus enjoyers are welcome to participate in the poll, i only ask that you are respectful toward other people who may not have him as their favorite, or who may just simply roleplay a shepard that does not have him as their (best) friend for whatever reason.

#mass effect #mass effect polls #kaidan alenko #ashley williams #liara t'soni #i feel like such an ass tagging with those char tags but i really want a discussion started 😭 #if you want it removed from one of the character tags let me know and i'll oblige #(i didn't tag gman only bc i feel like most of the ppl who frequent that tag are the ones who romance him and this is a non-romance poll) #tbh i already know what the most popular choice(s) are going to be #but maybe the convo it starts will be interesting :3 #anyway. my answer to the poll: #nadia doesn't recruit him in ME1 and i diverge from canon options by ME3 #i think he is a crew member in ME2 as per canon but in ME3 he only joins temporarily and leaves with victus #like how you can dismiss the VS after the coup and they just become a war asset #the overall poll option that suits her best i think is just that she doesn't hate him but she also doesn't trust him #but if i went by game me1 would be that she mostly doesn't remember he exists #me2 would be antagonistic coworkers but (very grudging) trust in combat #me3 is the overall poll option i already mentioned. more or less

[sentientsky]

"I forgive you." It came out like a blood clot—like an artery dripping gore—like an oil spill. Crowley felt his shoulders rise, fall, fall, fall. The air between them hummed, the tension of six thousand years turning every atom electrified and silently screaming. Breath shuddered out of him, human and terrible and hollowing. He had never been more grateful for the swallowing darkness of his glasses, for the way they hid the centuries of pre-emptive grief and wicked terror. The air was suffocating, the once familiar bookshop turned catacomb.

And then, hating himself for it but seeing no other way forward, he spoke the words aloud. "Don't bother". And then he was out in the middle of Soho and the breeze was harsh against his too-warm skin. Stepping out into the sun felt like rising to the surface of some great ocean—the gasping, desperate feeling in his lungs, the sudden crash of noise. A woman across the street called for her wife. A car horn. A dog barking. Laughter, cruel and far-off. He pulled breath into lungs that didn't need it, winced as he felt slivers of cold drive into the soft flesh of his throat.

So that was it; five and a half million years of want and need and burning, aching somedays, cyphered pleas for "our side". All gone in the space between shaking half-breaths and a kiss still seared against his lips.

Fuck it.

He'd ruined it the first time, had forced them both to look directly into the sun, to face the thing they'd been dancing around for the better part of six millennia. He could do better—would do better. At a music café some years ago, a human had been playing the piano—something soft and slow. A jazz number, if the demon remembered correctly. But the remarkable thing wasn’t the song itself, but that they were playing it with their eyes closed. Aziraphale had pointed this fact out to Crowley, excitement lilting in his voice (even then, the sound had thrilled him, sent a stab of warmth through his heart). It was only after the final note reverberated through the room that the artist opened their eyes, blinking in the sudden rush of stage lights. Aziraphale, ever the music connoisseur, approached the musician. The pianist had explained that, for them, reading music never came easy. Rather, they learned by touch, by the way the keys felt on their fingertips. In fact, the only way they could play a song was with their eyes closed. If they watched their hands as they played or thought too hard about their next move, they got confused and tripped over the notes. Muscle memory, they’d said.  It was muscle memory—the galactic familiarity of finding the space between seconds and prying—that guided Crowley now. He hadn’t done it since Not-Armageddon, but it came easily to him just the same. Time, you see, operates kind of like sound, like music; it loops and sways and carries forward in waves. If you know where to look (as the demon did), you can disrupt the flow, send it back towards the shore. 

And this was what Crowley did now. Drawing his hands through the ripples of minutes and seconds and hours and millennia, time stilled around him. It was natural. Easy, like breathing or sleeping. Or loving Aziraphale.  Slowly, the world turned backwards; humans retreating from whence they came, cars driving in reverse, the wind blowing in the opposite direction. If Heaven had taken notice of their "half-a-miracle", Crowley expected them to be able to see this from every edge of the universe. He likely only had one shot at this.

The world aligned itself once more, and time returned to its regular, steady gait—a rubber band snapping back into place. Something hummed in Crowley’s chest. Something bright and burning and the shape of a neutron star.  Hands shaking, he reached for the handle of the bookshop and pushed. The bell above the door rang, clear and and too-loud in the morning air. Aziraphale whirled around, a trembling half-smile on his face. Oh. Oh, somebody, this was going to be harder than he thought. It felt like all the oxygen, all the courage, had been punched clear out of him "Crowley!" A beat, a shuddering breath. "Angel". He pressed his still-trembling hands into his pockets and strode forward. "Oh, Crowley, dear, I've been looking for you. I have excellent news." His stomach did a little flip, something deep within him growing hollow and fearful. "We have to talk," he managed to choke out around the heart still lodged in his throat. "Yes, I quite think we do. I have something to tell you." Aziraphale strode forward, all grins and beauty like a flickering star, all plasma and heat. He could practically feel the agitated warmth roll off of his angel. Crowley shivered. "I just met with the Meta—” "No. Wait," the demon held up a hand, pausing the rushing torrent of Aziraphale’s words. "Just let me say my thing, please." "My dear boy, just—oh, what is that lovely human expression—"

"Hold that thought," Crowley muttered. His eyes burned behind his glasses. Aziraphale looked pleasantly taken aback.

"Yes, how did you know? I—" "No." The angel's eyebrows crinkled in confusion. "No?" "No," he repeated, enunciating each letter with perfect clarity. He was going to do it right this time. He was going to keep him from leaving. He could be good. Right? "I’m gonna speak, and I want you to listen to me without interrupting, m'kay?" Words were building in the basin of his sternum now, pushing up on his airways. He was going to have to say it outright this time; no more waltzing around this frenzied galaxy of emotion. Willing his hands to steadiness, he pulled his glasses from his face, and tucked them into the collar of his shirt. Aziraphale's breath seemed to catch for a moment, meeting the ferocity of the demon's gaze head-on. A deer in headlights. And then, "Crowley, I really—" (Eons hurtled through his mind in a split second, the serrated knife's-edge of want like a being all its own. Aziraphale in the garden. Aziraphale in the tavern, on the cliffside, on the West End stage, in the Bentley, in the bookshop, in the very marrow of Crowley’s bones.) "I love you," he rasped, ichor writhing in his veins.

There, he'd said it., said it fully and completely, without so much as flinching. It was the same love he'd expressed for the past several thousand years in a million little, unspoken ways: an ox rib, a revolution, a church, a burning bookshop and the bottom of a glass and a lost best friend. A yellow Bentley, a lifetime of tethering his life to Aziraphale's, of trailing after him like a moth to flame—like a dog to its owner. "I love you," he pushed on. They were both looking directly into the sun again, Crowley urging them to stare straight into the heat of it all. The words were spilling out of him now, a heaving, thrashing current falling to the bookshop's hardwood floors. "I love you and you can't go to Heaven." Aziraphale froze, pupils blown wide and unblinking, for just a moment. Tension stretched out like a thread between them. And then he pulled in breath like a drowning man (who wasn't really a man at all), and tears were gathering in the corner of his eyes, and oh god, he'd made his angel cry. Fear and guilt and horror slammed into him at a million kilometers an hour and left him halfway between dizzy and nauseous. His fingers tensed at his side, desperate to do something, fix what he'd so obviously broken. Heaven would be on the front step any moment. It was too late, wasn't it? It was always too late. "Crowley—what?" Aziraphale breathed, mouth twisting into a brutal, terrible, heart-wrenching sob. Crowley ached, panic lancing through him like a knife. "I—I really, I can't. You could come with me." He stepped forward, moving to place his hands on the demon's shoulders. Crowley leaned into the touch, almost unconsciously. "Don't go," he croaked, tears beginning to prick his own eyes once again. This time he didn't reach for his glasses, didn't try to hide his fear. If he was going to do this, he was going to do it right. And then Aziraphale could hate him and his desperate, hungry, reverent love in the aftermath. "Don't go where I can't follow. Please".

His angels blue-grey eyes searched his own, and the weight of his gaze was impossibly heavy, pressing down on his chest like a river-smoothed rock. "Crowley, please. I don't understand. The Metatron said—" His palms found the sides of Crowley's throat, thumbs resting gently on the side of his jaw. Crowley sucked in a breath. "Angel," The scent of earl grey—of old books and soft tartan chairs. Aziraphale's hands were shaking. "I know what the Metatron said," he intoned, soft as rainfall. "You can't go. It's not—they won't change. You're better than that." "But you could be an angel. With me," he murmured, soft thumbs running across sharp cheekbones. "Be my second-in-command." "Don't want to be. Want t' be an us," he felt tears—traitorous, burning tears tip over the edge of his lashes and fall against his face. "Crowley, darling, please." A beat. "I love you." The bottom of the world dropped out from under him in that moment. Aziraphale loved him. He loved him and he'd said it aloud and now it was out there in the world and it was as though every nerve on his body was on fire. His angel pushed on, "Truly, I love you. I need you with me. Please, come with me. We can do good, I know it." He could never say no when his angel asked something of him. Especially not when his kind, gentle hands were holding him like something good, something precious. Especially not when Aziraphale had just admitted to needing him, had injected the word with so much warmth he thought his all-too-human heart might beat clear out of his chest. But there was a first (technically, second) time for everything. He drew in a heavy breath, and tilted his head, breaking his angel's hold on him. Aziraphale's hands—now empty, still shook. He made a soft whimpering sound, and Crowley ached to kiss his fingertips, banish the fear. But instead, he looked up towards the ceiling, to a God who was not there—who maybe had never been there at all. He felt the Heavenly Host drawing near, a sense of hollow emptiness, the scent of absence. This was the time of last-ditch efforts, of holding his heart out and hoping Aziraphale might take it as it was, bruised spots and all. "I can't. I won't. I need to be here, on Earth, with you." "Crowley, please. I don't think you understand what I'm offering you," he huffed. A residual shard of anger stabbed at him then, and he turned his gaze sharply back to the angel before him. "Oh, I understand perfectly well, angel. I'm fairly certain I understand better than you do." Aziraphale's mouth drew into a thin line, tears welling fresh in his eyes again. And still, Crowley ached. A beat. Something in the angel shifted, then, turned on its edge—the walls beginning to go up again, and it was just like it had been not fifteen minutes ago. He was watching the same moment play out over and over again; some cyclical, torrential nightmare. "I would like you to come with me, but," Aziraphale paused, voice breaking in the middle. "But I'm leaving, with or without you." And there it was, like it was predestined. Despite the love, despite the want, despite every shared bottle passed between them, every half-accidental touch and glance and whispered word—despite the way he would’ve let Aziraphale run a sword through his chest... It wasn't enough. It was never enough. They were re-enacting their old magic trick, right there in the bookshop, this time with Crowley staring down the barrel, letting Aziraphale pull the trigger. Aim for my mouth, but shoot past my ear. Aziraphale wasn't shooting past his ear. His bloody ribcage felt as though it might splinter apart. Wingbeats in the distance, a grief wide enough to drown the sea. Crowley reached down, pulled his sunglasses from their resting spot against his clavicle. And then the hunger in his eyes was once more hidden, and he was walking towards the door like a man headed to execution. "Crowley—" Aziraphale nearly keened, the wall crumbling for a split second. Without turning, Crowley said the only words he could think of. "I forgive you."

#did i steal some lines from one of my own fanfics??? yes. yes i did #because im tired and i don't want to come up with more metaphors for time warping rn. so hush <3 #good omens fanfiction #good omens angst #THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE LIKE 300 WORDS LONG #FUCK I FUCKED UP IM DEHYDRATED AND IM SUPPOSED TO BE WRITING AN ESSAY WHAT THE FUCK #idek what this is i literally have not edited one tiny little bit of this. i just came up with everything as i went along so i apologize #ignore the fact that the dialogue/pacing/ideas diverge from canon shhhhhh im too tired to look at source material #ehhh dunno how i feel ab this but whatever here's something (???) #take a shot every time i say chest or heart or ache or tremble #good omens #crowley #ineffable husbands #good omens 2 #aziraphale #aziracrow #go2 #ineffable lovers #ineffable wives #good omens season 2 #crowley angst #final fifteen #aziraphale x crowley #crowley x arizaphale #david tennant #michael sheen #ineffable divorce #good omens fic #good omens fanfic #gomens

[why-is-it-always-autumn]

The problem with big fandoms (using "problem" in a very loose sense here) is that it's really hard to stumble across the weird niche undertagged stuff when its being buried in five million coffee shop/royalty/high school/soulmate aus. If there are 150 works in the tag total you can look through very quickly and find anything that appeals to you. When there are over a million it is much harder to do that.

#im very into a genre of fic i like to think of as #'canon adjacent but we got silly with it' #like crack treated seriously and very specific canon divergences and obscure crossovers #the lore is intact but the plot diverges #or it doesnt even technically diverge its just set pre- or post-canon or focusing on side characters #i want two characters who never met in canon running into each other and getting into shenaningans #i want time travel fix it but only for this one specific guy who doesnt know or care what the protagonists are doing #au where due to some cascading nonsense the plots of season 1 and 10 are happening at the same time #this specific character didnt get killed off and is just sort of around now #au where everything is the same but one of the protagonists is some sort of creature #unfortunately this is a very broad category #and it is impossibly to effectively filter out everything that does not fit the bill while still including everything that does #i can filter out my notps but if im ambivalent towards the juggernaut ship of the fandom that doesnt help much #fanfic

[foralternateuniverses]

More Acechiji hdcs??? Pwease??? 🥺🤲

° Ichiji is a sheltered brat so he tends to follow Ace's lead on what is 'normal', but Ace also isn't normal so they just become a duo of weirdos interacting with the world.

° They're chronic cuddlers, they're very touchy in general, but they also spend way too much time cuddling, the moment they sit down they're leaning into each other, when they're standing they're hand to hip, holding hands or even just brushing limbs, Ichiji's exoesqueleton making him colder than normal is just an excuse.

° They would be insufferable if they met as children, both are the leaders of their sibling group and both are very angry kids so ASL and 124 would have group fights in the daily. Some sort of respect could come from that.

° I headcanon that the Vinsmoke Siblings' enhancements actually hurt them (especially for Ichiji and Niji), so as Ichiji's eyesight and hearing gets worse he starts depending more on Ace, and together they come with a way to communicate with each other in case Ichiji goes blind and/or deaf (they'll try their best from stopping it to getting to that)

° Ace isn't only narcoleptic, he's also a sleepwalker-talker, Ichiji's insomniac ass is always entertained and busy taking care of him.

° They're both very independent, but also kind of clingy, they're always following each other on missions and whatnot with the excuse of "Who's gonna look after you?"

+ Smutty headcanons

- Ichiji is a crier, the intense emotions always bring him to tears, Ace thinks that's cute, and it also makes him feel even more loved.

- Their favourite parts are the foreplay and the aftercare/cuddling.

#one piece #acechiji #one piece acechiji #op acechiji #vinsmoke ichiji #portgas d ace x vinsmoke ichiji #portgas d ace #i think that'll have to do for now #i tried to keep the hc as non specific as possible because there are variations and specifications depending on the au-fic #and then theres also the acechiji in relation to others type of hc #ask reply #ask #agreekdemigod #i actually have some aus-fic ideas that i havent shared and want to and should #like the soulmates one #or the canon divergent arranged marriage #i need to update the holiday survival one and curly waves #and gotta add in acechiji in the other fics #I'll find a way dw

[marblerose-rue]

click for better quality!

anger / swiftpaw

#my art #do not copy trace or steal #swiftpaw #warriors #wc #waca #warrior cats #wc art #SUPER DUPER EXPERIMENTAL #dont have a lot to say with this one ^_^ listened to a lot of death grips bc that helps me make 'angrier' art if that makes sense #kiiinda diverged from the original pose i had in mind but its not the end of the world #* goes back to playing minecraft * #I SWEAR I DIDNT VOTE ON THE POLL but i *did* kinda want swift to win and he did HABLKDHJFBDFJKHGDFHJBG #him being 18 moons old at death in canon kinda throws me off because i feel like . almost always hes drawn waaay younger AKBDJKHFBG

[travalerray]

was reading my first ever MDZS fic and pfft.

#four idiots canon divergence au #mdzs #grandmaster of demonic cultivation #mo dao zu shi #wei wuxian #nie huiasang #The first chapter does have issues. Mostly because it was also my first writing for any Chinese media/this genre in general #but this fic has a special spot in my heart as well #kk's writing tag #I am mostly a comedy writer when it comes to this fandom (four idiots series for both AUs) and this is one of the fics I completed after #years of writer's block and struggling with other fics. And it had everything I personally wanted to write. Comedy friendship and ghosts #(surprise hua cheng appearance with the whole city of ghosts and gambling in the middle) #the plot elements are very randomly thrown together but I do think that this helped me realize that my writing strength was in the #characterisation over the world building and like. Mystery writing. #I usually wrote rarepair ships before so to come into a mainstream pairing and fandom was....new. It's still strange but it's what it is #thank you to everyone who has ever interacted with my fics

[hallowsden]

Quick idea prompt 1:

... Ok, but like, what if when Danny arrives to DC (for whatever reason), it's during the Arkham games timeline/universe (or hell, it doesn't have to be seperate universes anymore, if that makes sense). Or something similar to it in a way? (... Looks at Arkham City)

Or just- Danny in a version of Arkham City....

Yeah, Danny in Arkham City. Nothing can go wrong with that :D

#dp x dc #dc x dp #dp x dc prompt #this is just a quick prompt thing #I want Danny to arrive during Arkham City specifically #why? Riddler Trophies #just- riddler trophies #plus it be interesting how much canon can diverge just because of one person #What are some of things Danny can do when he's unaware of what's to come next #cause as much as it be funny if the DC stuff existed in his verse as fictional and vice versa #I want to see Danny's reaction to what looks like an abandoned wasteland or dystopian city of sorts #filled with criminals. some who deserved the sentencing than others #but like Arkham City was definitely a huge human rights violation in so many ways #Hell it doesn't have to be an exact Arkham City game timeline #could be a similar universe that has an Arkham City but the narrative of things were different right from the start for the universe #does this make sense? #idk i just think Danny in Arkham City could be interesting #Quick Idea Prompt #I just imagine Danny being feral either way #Danny Fenton #idk if this makes any sense lmao #i'm tired

[aeons-domain]

#creator speaks #a funny i saw on my twitter thought i should insert my ship into it 👍👍👍 #WHICH IS FUNNY BECAUSE THE ORIGINAL *IS* A TUMBLR POST but oh well #man the thoughts that simmered in my head in the past year and a half over them and how her inclusion kinda changes the story... #lol ik i always “speak” of it and discord besties would know a little more than those who aren't but i digress #i love it i love the thought of just...Madison putting so much of her faith and trust and love in them that she just becomes loyal to them #helping their cause and personal issues wanting to be a reliable friend and loved one to them #(probably the abandonment issues that's operating in that brain of hers lmao but) she just wants to stay by their side !! #and hope that they let her stay there in the years of them growing up together #somewhere in the messy notes in my brain and in my laptop's notepad did i think far in changing their overall fate to make the ending happy #but i just feel like that's just gonna stay there or be discussed in really tight circles IF i feel like sharing it hehu #i feel like madison and me inserting her into the jojo universe as a sort of “fix-it” tool is one that araki and many others wld surely hat #HAHAHAHAHA #when my notes and lore try to go against the biggest theme of fate in the series and how we're destined to go through it- #-that it can't be changed. how the joestars are cursed yadda yadda #i'm so normcore domestic life happy ending mary sue fix it canon divergence pilled okay !!! #i want both jotaro and kakyoin to be happy and alive !!! and making that possible by inserting my lame ass op oc 😎😎😎 #HAHAHAH whatever i'll stop yapping <33

[rotisseries]

the age old "two cakes" mantra of fandom creation is so true in that genuinely you should not worry about doing what someone else has already done because your take on the same ideas is valuable anyway but I do so hate when all of a fandom's popular content is sort of the same thing. its like going to a bake sale and everyone brought a red velvet cake with cream cheese frosting. it's so good, but I can only eat so much cake. the frosting is getting to be too much in my mouth. I just want someone's homemade specialty cookies

#this is an invitation for all of you to drop your favorite really uncommon au fics in the tags for me to read if it's a pairing I like #especially bylers. I would like to see something other than our 3 cycled ones #SHOW ME YOUR WEIRDO NICHE SHIT #for bylers specifically it doesn't even have to be that niche like it could be an au that's decidedly not niche in any other fandom #I just feel like we have exclusively 1. modern au/college au (paired together cause they're barely different) #2. mildly canon divergent 3. fantasy #but that like. only applies to fics like I see people drop insanely cool moodboards like “oh paranormal investigators au” #WHO IS GONNA WRITE THE FUCKING FIC. ANY OTHER FANDOM THAT WOULD BE EASY TO FIND. WTF #and like I know the obvious answer to this to you may be “well don't only read popular shit try to branch out” #which. obviously. but I do not have the TIME or DESIRE to sift through thousands of fics #especially when I want to stumble across someone's weird niche shit like what tags do you use for that

[noahtally-famous]

after a week of writing, I finished the duntrent oneshot I was working on just to experiment with character personalities

it’s 6k words, is set at the same time as “I See London...”, and is my first ever total drama fic, so this is a milestone of sorts for me lmaoo

I’m not completely done with it yet (just one small scene to finish up) but I’m thinking abt publishing it on ao3 tomorrow! 

#I want to work on some new gen stuff but I've only made it till ep4 before it got taken down so #big rip #kit speaks #total drama #duntrent #td duncan #td trent #noahtally-famous #kit stuff #kit writes #i have other td stuff i wanna work on too #like a heather and bridgette mermaid au oneshot in honor of mermay #and some jacquan drabbles bc I'm shipping them now #and naturally my canon divergence multichapter aus #but it's nice to complete one thing at least #makes me feel v satisfied

[v-o-i-d-e-d]

Me writing the next part of my Titanic series:

Next chapter might have some heavy stuff in it...but I'm feeling cowardly so it might just be normal 😅

#jack dawson x reader #titanic #jack dawson imagine #titanic x reader #canon divergent au #I am nervous about it #I don't want to accidentally offend someone if I write it in a bad way #Idk it's tough but I feel like I need to because I have to fit this one character into the story so he's not just a random one time thing