#possible fanfic idea...?

[flamingpudding]

Fictober23 Prompt: 26 - "Honestly, why would I care?"

Fandom: DPxDC

Rating: G

Warnings: -

A/N: A quick short one, inspired by a TikTok video I saw. Also as always... I am impatient in posting it.

"You're not my dad, yet."

"Get out of the spaceship. I am your dad, Phantom."

"You're not my dad."

"I am your Dad. The papers are already submitted! Get out of the spaceship."

"I am in a spaceship and you're not."

"I will literally drag you out of the damned space ship."

"No! I'm literally in a spaceship, you're not. You are not my dad."

"Literally get out of the spaceship. It's rude to others!"

"Tell me it's rude, I don't give a fuck!"

The bat kids exchanged amused glances. Red Robin and Spoiler had their phones out filming the entire situation. Red Hood was already downed, laughing to the point that his gut started hurting. Nightwing tried to be polite and not laugh but his shoulders were shaking. It was only a matter of time before he would break two. Black Bat was also shaking in silent laughter while Signal watched on, torn between horror, amusement and worry. Robin had his arms crossed watching stoically but for some reasons was sporting a proud smirk.

"Shouldn't you kids try to help Batman?" Superman next to them carefully asked his eyes going back and forth between Batman's kids and the ongoing situation before them.

"And ruin Phantom's mood? Do you have any idea how hard it was to even make him leave the lab? This is the first time in days that I am seeing him smile. Do not ruin his good mood." Robin countered, giving the hero a quick glare before eyes turning back to his father and phantom still arguing.

"Besides, this is the first time we get to see B arguing with a little kid like this. None of us managed to drive him to that point yet." Nightwing added grinning.

"How long has it been since B had submitted the adoption papers?" Red Robin asked, looking at them over his shoulder, his handy camera focused on the phantom who now had started to stick his tongue out and blow raspberries at Batman as an argument point.

"Two days." Signal answered easily, finally deciding to be just amused with the situation.

"Phantom! Get out now!"

"Over my already dead body!"

"And how long since B had actually slept?" Spoiler questioned next in between giggles.

"He's been working on Phantom's case without sleep for four days now." Nightwing grinned. "I will add Phantom claiming a spaceship to the methods on how to get B of the Batcomputer."

"Will you at least do something? You're the one that usually mainly uses it!" Superman turned towards Martian Manhunter only for the other hero to shrug.

"Honestly, why would I care? As Robin said, Phantom appears to enjoy his time quite a lot. And considering what he had gone through, who would I be to ruin it for such a young hero?"

"Phantom!"

"NO!"

"We gotta send this to Agent A later!" Jason gasped between his laughter. Nightwing's phone pinged with a message from Oracle and the eldest Bat kid showed it to the others with a bright grin.

"Already done. O is giving him a live feat of this on the Batcomputer."

#fictober23 #danny fenton #dp x dc #danny phantom #dpxdc #crossover #dcxdp #jason todd #tim drake #damian wayne #fanfic #bruce wayne #Danny's space obsession #Danny is the youngest Wayne #Showing him the space ship had been Robins idea #Damian wants to be a good big brother #like Dick is to him #He is proud that Danny can bring their father to his limits like this #Possible Demon Twin AU #Bruce is sleep deprived #otherwise he might not be arguing like this with a child #or maybe he would have anyway #Danny is stubborn with his obsessions #short writing #quick writing

[kuroishuuha]

DP x DC prompt - Kids Need Enrichment, So Do Ghosts

So this can work as either a DP prompt or a DPxDC prompt but seeing as I’ve been on a DPxDC binge, I will be tagging it as DPxDC

Danny’s universe is losing connection to the Infinite Realms (or is destroyed) or maybe he’s on the run or whatever. Anyway he ends up creating a Haunt in the next place that is most connected to the realms (which is probably Gotham) and ends up being a teacher or part of a volunteer outreach group.

Anyway he ends up in the more crime ridden parts of the city and notices that there are children who are seriously missing enrichment activities. So deciding to kill two birds with one stone he decides to set a sort of community service program for his rogues and a recreation center for the children.

Ember teaches music

Skulker is like a boy scouts troop leader or whatever

Ghost Writer teaches English/Literature or Writing Workshops

Lunch Lady provides snacks and has a Home Ec class

Box Ghost helps oversee donations and makes sure the more unsavory criminals stay away from messing with them

Johnny 13 maybe has a workshop class

#dp x dc #dp x dc prompt #dpxdc #danny phantom #fanfic idea #fanfic prompt #possibly dead on main

[b-r-i-n-g-x]

🎶Look how she brights up the sky

I love you, Evangeline~🎶

Even tho there's only one chapter of Coffee prince and the frog from @shygirl4991 @lizaluvsthis and @alianarepasa , Im already in love with it so I decided to draw a few PaTF screenshots with them

I can't the life of me draw frogs at all nor kiss scenes but i tried my best

#smg34 #smg4 #smg3 #smg4 fanart #smg4 fanfic #coffee prince and the frog #im thinking about this 24/7 #someone shut my brain aaaaa #or feed my brain with more idk #i have so many ideas what could possibly be in the next chapters #im theorizing #im matpat two #but hey thats just a theory #A GAAAYY THEOORYY- #ooh i bet smg4 gonna get a deal with the tv adware #whos gonna turn him into a frog #whatd be more funny if oneshot wren would be his butler

[buggyjuggie]

This kinda came to me from seeing a peace of fanart and my brain just kinda made this up so yeah

Anyway you know how sight was a very important aspect for Kenshi. Not only because of basic functions but also because he was part of the yakuza and a swordsman.

Now where am i getting let me explain. Usually in reverse!au’s people just switch out Kenshi for Johnny well i kinda was thinking that instead of Johnny losing his eyes he loses the ability to talk. Instead of Milleena stabbing his eyes out she goes for his throat/mouth and after Johnny survives and gets healed he learns that he can no longer speak and is devistated. Whats gonna happen to his career ? Can he still act ? Who is Johnny Cage if not a hotshot celebrity who loves talking about himself ?

Lotta hurt/comfort and of course Johnshi <3

#johnny cage #johnshi #kenshi takahashi #mk1 #just an idea #afraid to post this but whatever we ball #unless people hate it then delete #hi johnshi nation love you guys #also johnshi fanartist and fanfic writer you guys are the best #:333 #if possible tag me but not needed

[justaz]

arthur (prince of camelot) still has to study under a tutor bc yknow uther wants him to be very intelligent before becoming king or something bc its super important idk idc anyways merlin is doing chores in his chambers while arthur is squinting at a book and merlin eventually caves and asks him what he’s reading and arthur gruffly explains that its a collection of stories from greece that make absolutely no sense so merlin asks him to read them outloud to him. arthur of course teases him and calls him an idiot and asks how he could possibly help but does as he’s asked and reads the stories to merlin as he does his chores. merlin (being crushed under the weight of destiny and tormented by the prophecies that kilgharrah spews) understands the stories almost immediately and gets all excited and starts rambling about them with arthur. arthur is glad to have someone who understands so he can give something that reflects a hint of understanding to his tutor who accepts it and moves onto the next unit of education.

the thing is, arthur finds more stories in camelot’s library and brings them up to his room to read them aloud to merlin under the guise of completing his studies but really he just wants to watch as merlin’s eyes gleam when he understands whats happening and listen to him ramble on and on about them bc he’s gay. the stories stick with merlin though and he realizes that they’re cautionary tales, that the heroes who were told too much of their future doomed themself to fulfill them - that them fighting the prophecies led to their completion. merlin takes it to heart and gives a big “fuck you” to kilgharrah before forging his own fate and helping morgana with her magic and handing out an olive branch to mordred and now everyone can live happily and peacefully in an albion teeming with magic.

#merlin and arthur are of course at each others side in the end #merlin is curled up with arthur in their bed and says a silent thank you to his king for saving him #arthur returns the sentiment wholeheartedly #bbc merlin #merlin emrys #arthur pendragon #merthur #fic idea #fanfic #fanfiction #headcanon #hc #head canon #merthur prompt #i have my own hc of fate vs destiny in bbc merlin and i like to incorporate that into everything i write #but then i realize that not everyone thinks that way lmao #i like to think that destiny is unavoidable. merlin and arthur are destined to form albion and lead it together #i think fate is like a fragile version of destiny #i think most people are tied to fate and will follow what they are fated to do unless those who arent tied down by fate change course #like i hc that seers are able to see the potential future of what is to happen should they not interfere #and the goddess leaves it up to them to choose. so like seers arent tied down by fate and can change the course of history #since merlin is literally magic incarnate i also think he isnt tied down by fate and can act to change things #kilgharrah told merlin the prophecy that would result in the dragon getting free and ending the pendragon line #and since merlin never got close w like any druids or magic users. no one told him the inner workings of fate vs destiny #so he listened to the dragons warnings dooming him to fulfill the prophecy that brought about one of the worst possible futures #bc the dragon was salty about his whole species being eradicated by uther and vowed to destroy the pendragon line #omg im ranting okay post over thank you and good night

[ordordordordord]

Okay so hear me out. You know how Sanji is supposed to be French, right? And Zoros last name comes from a French Pirate???

Historical AU, French prince Sanji runs away with French pirate Zoro

#Might expand on this later but I needed to get the brainworms out NOW #Imagining Zoro as French tho is really fucking weird #Oh well #op #one piece #sanji #zoro #zosan #alternate universe #Au #Possible fanfic idea?????

[steelthroat]

Ok, ok, ok- hear me out! The main trine of Seekers, but they're outliers and absolutely overpowered.

So, Starscream is immortal as usual. I mean it, he just cannot die. No matter how hard everyone (or himself) tries, he just doesn't die... or at least his Spark, and when I have the time, I'll elaborate and give him complications because yeah.

Thundercracker can control electricity, idk how idk why, but I need him to have a cooler power than just idk sonic booms. Let him live to his name. When there's a battle and there's a storm, I want him to be fkn overpowered. "Isn't it too much?" NO??? Just take a look at Trailbreaker or MEGATRON??? You can't stop me from giving my Boi cooler powers. Obviously, complications- but not now, now I need him to be cool and smile for the camera.

Now... now this one will sound crazy but! Skywarp. So, he can warp himself, now imagine him warping himself super fast at close distance. Not just fast, super fast, like for a VERY short amount of time it almost looks as if he cloned himself. Do you see where this is going? He can't do it for more than a few seconds or he's dead lol.

Now imagine you're a simple autobot on the battlefield, it starts raining, I mean like- a lor, very bad weather okay? Now you hear three jet-engines, and the sky is lit up by thunders.

Now you raise your head up to the sky and here they are. They're even worse than the tales that surround them. Thundercracker is redirecting thunders everywhere on the battlefield, Starscream is on a killing rampage and nothing is stopping him and then Skywarp starts diving towards you and suddenly there are like... 5 of them who shoot in your direction before becoming one once again.

You're fucked. You're all absolutely fucked.

#transformers #maccadam #steel rambles #possible fanfic idea #thundercracker #starscream #skywarp #this worked better as an animation in my head #I swear the moment I learn how to animate things is over #I am gonna do it #I won't sleep at night until I make this thing a reality #this is what I think of instead of studying #well enough procrastination for today Manzoni is waiting for me #maccadams

[itsamenickname]

Question: If Luigi, were to say, accidentally find Bowser's diary (sort of like Peach did in Paper Mario) while they're dating, what would the diary entries say?

#personally I feel like 95% of the diary entries would be Bowser gushing over Luigi like an excited little schoolgirl #while the other 5% would be Bowser angrily writing about how annoying Mario is #and I find that both really adorable and really funny #may self reblog this later with some possible examples of Bowser's diary entries #luigi #luigi nintendo #bowser #bowser nintendo #bowuigi #bowser x luigi #super mario #super mario bros #mario fanfic idea

[drugsforaddicts]

Got inspired by @frikatilhi 's inbox anon. I will come back to this one day and do Bojan justice.

#formulalakanat were very tempting to draw but I'm drowning in snot and my head hurts #drawing fanart of fanfics is actually pretty fun #so I mean if you have a similar idea I could possibly continue doing this #käärijä #bojan cvjetićanin #joker out #art #fanart #my art #fic art

[ghosttotheparty]

love me softly p4

@heart-of-a-rose they!!! see!!! each!!! other!!!! (@theysherobinbuckley <3) cw: steve discusses His Father with eddie; nothing is explicit or anything but its implied that his dad is abusive & neglectful

part three

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He goes to Gareth’s the next day. His mom answers the door.

“Hi, Mrs Gareth’s mom.”

“Hi, Eddie. He’s in his room.”

“Thank you, ma’am.”

“She’s told you that you can call her Linda,” Gareth says as soon as Eddie is pushing aside the curtain to his room, laying on his bed with a book in his lap, spinning a drumstick.

“Yeah, I can also walk into traffic, but that doesn’t mean I want to or that I’m going to.”

“Whatever, man. What’s up?”

“Uh.”

He lays on the floor, looking up at the posters Gareth has tacked to the ceiling.

“You remember when I said that I, uhm. Like Steve?”

“Unforgettable knowledge, yes.”

“Uhm.” He’s grinning at the ceiling. His face almost hurts. “I got a… slight, sneaking suspicion it may not be entirely one-sided.”

Gareth drops the drumstick, and it clatters to the floor.

“Elaborate right now.”

He elaborates. Tells Gareth about detention, about the first-name basis, about the way Steve’s cheeks flushed and the way he laughed, the way he half-heartedly tried to stop Eddie from flipping through the notebook, about the fucking drawing.

“And you’re sure it was you?” Gareth asks, now sitting up and looking down at Eddie, wide-eyed.

“Positive.”

“…Wow.”

“Yeah.”

“Is he… Do you think he’s queer?”

“I don’t know,” Eddie groans, throwing his arms over his face. “I don’t know.”

“I mean— he’s slept with like every girl in the school, I—“

“I know.” He sighs heavily. “But… Even if he isn’t, he’s… He’s different.”

“Uh-huh.”

“I mean—“ He throws his arms aside, huffing. His eyes trace the fraying edges of an old Metallica poster that’s overlapping a faded map of constellations. “He’s not a douchebag.”

“Eddie…”

Eddie just groans loudly, rolling over.

Mrs Gareth’s mom gives him a Tupperware of food to take home before he leaves.

When Eddie sees Steve at school again, Steve’s eyes are practically shining at him, and his cheeks flush pink, and he suppresses a smile before he looks away, and Eddie wants to scream. He can see the corner of the notebook, the folded blue front page, sticking out of his backpack next to him.

On Friday, Eddie attends a party. He wasn’t invited, he never is, but no one ever really minds when he shows up with his tin lunchbox.

Parties always get him good money, dumb kids wanting to lose their minds for a night and willing to give Eddie any amount of money for it.

But the noise and the the lights tire him after a while, and he leaves his can of Coke in the sink, wincing as he skirts past people, winding through crowds of dancing and shouting people. The front door is practically blocked off, the front porch so full of people that just looking at it over the others’ heads makes his body ache.

So he swerves, keeps his head down as he finds his way down a hall. He knows there’s a bedroom down here, with a window that should go right through the backyard.

A hand grabs his shoulder as he’s opening the door, and he turns, startled, the lunchbox bumping the person behind him.

“Shit—“

“You got coke?”

Eddie blinks, recognising him from the hallways at school. His eyes are bloodshot, hanging at half-mast.

“I’m not selling right now, man,” Eddie says, moving the lunchbox away from him.

“Come on, Munson.”

“No.” Eddie shifts into the doorway of the bedroom. “Go drink some water or something.”

“Dude, I’ll pay you whatever, just—“

“No,” Eddie snaps. “You ask again and I’m not selling to you ever. Get outta here.”

The guy huffs, and Eddie braces himself for impact, but he just stumbles away down the hall. Eddie shakes his head, watching before he steps into the bedroom and shuts the door behind himself, leaning to look around the four-poster bed to see out the window.

“Why’d you do that?”

“Jesus—“ He jumps, almost dropping the lunchbox, and Steve Harrington is sitting on the ground against the bed, laughing. “Christ,” he finishes, pressing a hand to his chest, and sure, maybe he’s hamming it up a little, but Steve’s eyes are sparkling, and he’s giggling at him. “Scared the shit out of me, Steve.”

“My bad.”

Eddie scoffs.

“Why’d I do what?”

“Not sell to Andy,” Steve says quietly. Eddie looks down at him. He’s holding a bottle in his hands between his knees. “He probably woulda paid you anything.”

“I know,” he says, hesitating and looking down at him. “Can I sit with you?”

“Mhmm.”

He sits heavily next to him against the bed, sighing.

“He’s high off his ass,” Eddie says. “Woulda paid me anything, probably woulda taken it all in one go. I like money but I don’t like being kind of responsible for overdoses.”

Steve just nods silently, his eyes trained on the bottle he’s holding.

“You’re a nice guy,” Steve says quietly after a moment.

Eddie scoffs.

“What are you laughing at?” Steve says, looking at him. His eyes are shiny. He looks sad.

“Don’t really hear that often.”

“You’re nice.”

“I think you’re nice.”

Steve is quiet, staring blankly at the floor.

“…Do you,” he says so softly it’s almost just a whisper.

“Yeah,” Eddie says. “You’re not like those other douchebags.”

“…My friends?”

Eddie winces.

“Sorry, I’m…”

“You’re right.” Steve sighs softly. “They are douchebags.”

Eddie relaxes against the bed. They’re sitting so close he can hear him breathing.

“Why are you friends with them?”

Steve keeps staring into space, shadows falling across his face in a way that makes him look like a painting. It’s quiet except for the muffled thumping of music, of voices shouting and singing.

“My dad works with Mr Hagan,” Steve says quietly. “If Tommy and I fight, or he hates me for whatever reason, and he tells his dad, it could…” He pauses, pressing his lips together. “Fuck with my dad’s business. Which I don’t really give a shit about, but when things at work are rough, Dad gets pissed, and when Dad’s pissed…” He trails off, sighing.

“Dads really suck sometimes,” Eddie says softly, and Steve scoffs.

“Yeah.”

They sit in silence for a moment, and Eddie sets the lunchbox down on the floor.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Hit me.”

“You draw often?”

Even in the dim lighting, Eddie can see Steve’s face flush pink, and Eddie grins.

“What makes you ask that?”

Eddie snorts, and Steve is giggling again.

“That drawing I saw,” Eddie says, looking at him. “I mean, it was… it was good. You don’t get that good with just one drawing, right?”

“Shut up,” Steve says shyly, holding the bottle to his chest. “It’s… I’m not supposed to, but…”

“Explain.”

Steve pauses, biting his lip and letting his head fall back to the bed. Eddie’s eyes trace the line of his throat.

“I drew when I was a kid,” he says quietly. “And it was fine, because I was a kid, and my teachers all said I was very creative, and had good motor skills, and…” He shrugs, looking across the room. “And then one day I tried to show my dad a new drawing. It was a pirate ship.”

“Yeah,” Eddie says softly, listening intently.

“And he snapped that Harringtons aren’t artists.” His mouth twists thoughtfully before he takes a breath and leans toward Eddie without looking at him. “He threw away all my crayons.”

“Your dad sounds like a royal asshole.”

“Yeah.” Steve laughs softly. “I couldn’t stop drawing though,” he says. “I wasn’t allowed to listen to music, and I never wanted to spend more time than necessary with my friends, and I’m shit at reading, so… It became like… an escape or some shit. I just never showed anyone.”

“I’d like to see more of your stuff,” Eddie says. “If you’d let me.”

Steve’s head falls back to the bed and he’s quiet for a moment.

“What’s your locker number?”

“My locker number?”

“Mm.”

“You gonna leave me little notes and shit?”

“…If you’d let me.”

Eddie’s cheeks flush and he looks away.

“Two thirty-six. In front of Wilkinson.”

“Cool.”

They’re quiet again. It’s oddly peaceful. Eddie’s never been a big fan of the quiet, always interrupting it with heavy music or his own voice, humming or talking to himself or just making noise. But with Steve it’s nice. He can almost hear his heartbeat.

“So what are you doing hiding away in here?” he asks after a while.

“Uh.” Steve sighs, taking a sip from the bottle. “Hiding away.”

“From?”

Steve shrugs.

“Everything, I guess. ‘S really fucking loud out there. Tommy’s being more of a dick than usual.” He pauses, swinging the bottle in his fingers. “Can’t drive, though. So I’m…”

“I was about to leave,” Eddie says gently. “I can give you a ride.”

“Where’re you going?”

“Just going to drive around,” he says truthfully. “But I can take you to your place if you wanna go home.”

Steve stares at the ground, his expression hardening as he thinks, brows furrowing, lips frowning.

“No, I wanna go with you.”

Eddie blinks.

“Just… to drive?”

“Yeah.” Steve glances at him, runs his face shyly. “My dad’s not home, but it— it always feels like he is, y’know?”

“Yeah,” Eddie says softly. “I know.”

Steve leans his head back, draining the bottle. Eddie watches his throat bob as he swallows.

“Uh, but we gotta go out that window,” Eddie adds, ignoring the warmth in his cheeks, pointing at the window. “It’s like the whole school is on the front porch and I am… slightly claustrophobic.”

Steve laughs lightly, his eyes shining again.

“Okay.”

Eddie beckons with a tilt of his head.

“Let’s get out of here.”

next part

read the whole thing on ao3

#are these getting longer #possibly #anyway #i have so many idea for this series #but!! #if you have ideas pls let me know i would literally love to hear them #steddie #steddie ficlet #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things ficlet #out here projecting my claustrophobia onto eddie dont mind me #love me softly

[legendary-guest]

Say it with Flowers

Drakken and Shego are talking about one thing or another. Maybe it's the subject of their relationship, their feelings, their future. In a vulnerable moment for him, the petals make their debut. He's irritated, but defeated in this moment, so he leaves them. Maybe he sits down if they're standing or turns away.

Whatever it is, Shego's there, wry smirk, glint of mischief in her eye, and something else. She reaches up to pick a petal off.

"He loves me." Then another. "He loves me not."

He just watches her, mouth slightly agape. She doesn't look at him whilst she is doing this, her mischievous look softening to gentleness.

"He loves me not." There is one last petal left around his neck. She looks at him in anticipation.

He just stares at her in awe, processing this whole little game she's played - the fact that she said - she said he loves her and he loves her not and...

"He loves you." He responds, then winces, corrects himself.

"I-I mean - I - I love you! I...I love you, Shego."

#drakgo #drakken #shego #kim possible #legendary thoughts #fanfic outline #Had this idea for a very long time #Surprised to see it has not really been used #I love strange moments like this #As well as the Loves Me Loves Me Not Game #A take on a Post-Graduation confession #Graduation Part 2 #Edit right after posting despite having this in the drafts for days and the idea in my head for months #Think of a title for it/joke/whatever #Say it with Flowers

[gurindeen]

I DON'T MEAN THIS IN ANY LITERATURE-Y OR BRAINY WAY I WAS JUST THINKING HOW GENEROUS IT WAS OF SUZANNE COLLINS TO GIVE US EVERLARK CRAZED PEOPLE THE LINE,

"THIS 🌼 WOULD 🌼 HAVE 🌼 HAPPENED 🌼 ANYWAY"

[SCREAMS]

#JUST #THANK YOU SO MUCH SUZANNE #sometimes in this brutal series it feels like her mind has experienced the depths of obsession for fictional people in love #does she have any idea of what that line has done for us #soulmates? pfft. thats weak. this would have happened anyway? CERTAINTY that no matter what happened differently #they would always end up in each other's arms #i cry #the sheer amount of fanfic possibilities #does she even know #everlark

[atalante241]

Gonna be honest, I need more (than zero) fics of Zhongli shapeshifting to look like random people to mess with his friends and people around Teyvat/Liyue

#just imagine Childe doing some investigative shit (before traveler comes) only to be sidetracked and taken on the worlds most obscene— #and random world quest by a random old lady #the man could start the day off at some random ruins in Liyue and end up in the desert of Sumeru bc of said random old lady #who then literally disappears into the wind as a cloud of dirt leaving him stranded in the middle of the Sumeru desert #or Zhongli turning into a random child and (harmlessly) terrorizing Liyue harbor and getting half the millelith sent after him #just. the possibilities people #genshin impact #zhongli #morax #rex lapis #zhongli genshin impact #genshin impact fanfics #fanfic ideas #Childe #he’s here in the tags #getting tormented by random world quests #bc someone had to go on them before traveler showed up #liyue harbor

[astriwilt]

Ok so question to people who know more about Ever After High than I do. Kinda like how Raven Queen was destined to be evil but wants to be good; is there an inverse of her character? Like someone who was destined to be good but wants to be evil. I mean I guess you could say Duchess Swan….but she’s a little different. She doesn’t necessarily want to be evil; her actions come from jealousy. As much as I love Ever After High there’s still a lot I have to learn about the lore lmao. I was thinking if there wasn’t already a character like this I could write a fanfic 👀. I think it’d be kinda cool to explore the flaws with the system Raven wants to create. If you allow people to have absolute freedom; some people are gonna choose evil. And this could explore how just because a system has flaws that doesn’t mean it’s a flawed system. The destiny system is a flawed system entirely that needs to be abolished, but Raven’s system is a good system that’s gonna inevitably have flaws like every good system does. We could have Apple be like “See! This person you gave freedom to turned evil!” as her argument and ahhhhh it’d be so exciting to explore those nuances.

Quick edit to this post: as @athena-xox pointed out; my phrasing was a little weird here. Raven was just good; there was no “wanting to be good” and Apple is her foil in the sense that she’s someone destined to be good who in essence is a bad person. I was thinking for my fanfic idea to not make this character to be a foil to Raven (cause Apple already has that down in such a great way) but instead to explore the themes I was talking about in the latter half of the post. About the nuances of dealing with flaws in a good system; and how flaws presenting themselves don’t mean that the system is immediately evil. Cause Raven’s system is ultimately a good thing; I would just be writing about a character abusing it.

#ever after high #eah #apple white #raven queen #possible fanfic idea if eah hasn’t already explored it #i feel like the answer is gonna be so obvious and I’m forgetting about a popular character that even i know of lmao

[skyward-floored]

Whumptober Day 17: Collar, Touch aversion

I’m not late, I merely ran out of time to upload this last night. I finished it yesterday it’s all good. We’re good. Perfectly fine. (<- girl who hasn’t even started on today’s yet)

Anyway I thought too hard about my theory of Dink getting empowered from Twilight’s injury and uhhhh. Yeah. Here’s this. It’s on the heavier side again.

Read on ao3

Warnings: captivity, implied torture, blood and injury, and discussion of death

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Eight heroes stood outside of a large, dark structure, surrounded by trees that blocked out the sunlight.

The limited light cast the area into what felt like perpetual twilight, grim and dark, and Time looked up at the ruins with a tight feeling in his gut.

“I’ll bet you anything our missing hero is in there,” Legend murmured, and Time nodded, trying not to fidget with discomfort.

Something cold and dark was in the very air around them, something that made Hyrule pale, and Sky hold a little more tightly to his sword. It was dark magic, Time knew, but that only helped solidify to him that something was very wrong here.

They’d landed in the unfamiliar Hyrule a few days ago, all surprised when nobody could identify it. It had been months since they’d last gained another hero, and Time had thought for sure that eight was as large as their group was going to get.

But as they’d traveled around and spoken to people, it became clear there was another hero they hadn’t yet seen.

One who’d apparently been missing for as long as they’d been traveling together.

They had begun to search for him, and followed a sparse trail of clues to a place off the map they’d been given, and as Tine looked up at the dark ruins, he felt a heavy sense of dread settle upon him.

Are you in there, Link?

“You really think he’s here?” Hyrule asked quietly, and Time nodded.

“I do. Making it this far was extremely difficult... I would be shocked if he weren’t.”

“But remember what Rusl said?” Wild spoke up quietly. “The Hero here has been missing for months. What are the odds that we’d find him in the space of barely a week? Just like that?”

“What are the odds that any of us would ever meet in the first place?” Four countered with, and before Warriors could say whatever it was he’d opened his mouth to voice, Four plowed on. “There must be a reason. Just like everything else.”

“And I can feel a pull,” Sky said in a quiet voice. “One I’ve only felt with all of you.”

“Enough chatter, let’s go already,” Wind said impatiently, and they went inside the falling-apart structure, steps echoing off dirty floors.

They paused at the first split path and argued for a moment about whether sticking together or splitting up was best, but before Warriors and Legend could start shouting and alert whatever was here to their presence, Time decided splitting in half was the best way to search quickly. There seemed to be two main sections of the ruins anyway, and the two reluctantly agreed.

“Stay on guard,” Warriors murmured before they split, and they all nodded. You don’t have to tell me twice.

Time ended up with Sky, Wild, and Four in his group, and they trooped quietly through the vine-filled hallways, and down stairwells full of cobwebs and dirt.

The feeling of unease grew more and more heavy the deeper they went, and Time caught Sky clenching at his sword more than once. It was oddly oppressive in here, despite the plants that crept through cracks, and spiders in the corners, like a shadow was cast all over the entire structure.

It just felt... wrong.

“Wait, shh,” Wild said suddenly as they entered a particularly long hallway.

Time stopped walking, and Wild crept forward, his ears pricked. He turned towards a small grate in the floor, and crouched beside it, his face creasing as he listened. Wild motioned them over after a moment, and they all kneeled beside the tiny grate, listening intently.

The faint sound of someone talking echoed up through the floor, and Time strained his ears, trying to make out the words. He couldn’t hear anything though, but with the way Wild’s face was paling, he was fairly certain he could.

“It’s the Shadow,” Wild said after a moment, voice grim as he pressed his ear to the grate. “Something about... power, I think? Power and... enemies. Wait—”

He went quiet again, and as the minutes dragged on, his eyes widened.

“Time... I think he’s talking to the hero.”

Wild suddenly jerked back from the grate, and they all heard the agonized scream that came from below, no less horrible because of how far away it was.

Sky paled, and Time scrambled to his feet, the others right beside him.

“Look for stairs,” Time said in a short voice, and they all ran down the hallway, searching for doors.

It took them a long time to find one that led downwards, and by the time they did, the screams had stopped, along with the talking. There was no sound at all, and Time hoped desperately they weren’t too late.

They cautiously stole down the flight of stairs, moving quickly, but wary of going too fast and alerting the enemy to their presence. They were a long, spiraling set, and some stairs had crumbled, leaving gaping holes they had to sidle around.

The time it took them to go down seemed much too long, and Time guessed they were deep underground now, having gone down several floors. It was almost completely silent, and the dread tightened in his chest.

Let us not be too late, please.

The stairs spat them into a pitch black hall, the sound of water dripping somewhere nearby. They listened for any movement, but none was heard, and Four cautiously pulled out a lantern.

An old dungeon met their eyes, light glinting off of metal bars, largely rusted and bent. Nobody spoke as they stepped quietly down the hallway, and the oppressive stench of dark magic was even heavier. Time spared a thought towards Hyrule as they walked, glad he had gone with the other group.

If I’m feeling this awful, I can only imagine how bad it would be for him.

They reached a partially collapsed wall then, making it difficult to squeeze by, but they all managed, though Time had to pop off a few pieces of armor. The cell at the end of the hallway was only a bit further along, but Time froze, holding a hand out to stop the others.

Eyes were glinting at them from behind the thick bars.

“Hello?” Sky asked in a cautious voice, and Time carefully approached the cell when they received no answer, squinting through the low light. He reached the bars and peered through, and felt equal relief and horror rise in his chest.

A thin man, boy really, barely into his twenties at Time’s guess, stared at them, his face pale with dark lines etched onto his forehead. It was difficult to tell with the limited light, but Time could make out chains around both his neck and wrists, and blood, both dried and not, all over him.

“...Link?” he breathed, but the boy only closed his eyes.

“Here,” Four said quietly, him and the others having come up to Time’s side. He knelt at the lock on the door, holding some small metal rods, and a few moments later, had the door swinging open.

Time quickly took a step inside, but the boy bared his teeth in a snarl as he moved, something fierce and desperate in his eyes.

Time quickly stilled.

“Link?” he asked again, and the boy merely turned away, as much as he could with the way he was chained up.

“...Tricks are getting old,” he rasped, the same twang they’d encountered in Ordon coming through. “Could at least try somethin’ new.”

Time glanced at the others, and Sky made a helpless gesture.

“I’m not sure what you mean, Link,” Time said carefully, and the chained hero coughed out a laugh.

“That’s what they said last time. Always fake,” he rasped, and glared at Time, half-dried blood shining in the lantern light. “Not tricking me again.”

“We’re not a trick, we’re real,” Wild said sharply, moving to stand next to Time.

“You’re gettin’ way less creative,” Link rasped, eyes staring them dully. “Points for new characters... but that’s it.”

“But we’re really real, we’re here to get you out!” Sky said in disbelief.

The new Link only closed his eyes again. “Sure.”

They all looked at each other again, Time feeling helpless. He didn’t want to approach Link before he knew they were truly here to help him, but he thought they were just a trick. How could they convinced the broken hero they weren’t here to hurt him?

How many times has he extended trust to someone, and had it all been fake to react like this?

“Link, we’re here to help you,” Time tried again, extending a hand towards him. Link only bared his teeth again, and Time could see the slightly longer canines this time.

“Get away Shade,” he snapped, and Time stopped as he let out a wracking cough. “I’m not falling for it. Not again.”

“Link, is there anything we can do to convince you we’re real?” Four spoke up, and the hero stared at him.

He didn’t say anything for a long time, and Time almost wondered if he was purposely ignoring them.

“Kill me.”

Four took a step back. “What?”

“Kill me,” Link repeated, a thread of desperation leaking in to his abused voice. “The Shadow won’t, if you do then... I’ll know you’re not him.”

“But then you’ll be dead!” Sky said in horror, and Link let out a croaking laugh, that finished with a sound like a sob.

“I’m already not living.”

Four didn’t say anything, and Link looked away, his eyes closed against the lantern light.

“Old man? What now?” Wild asked in an unusually subdued voice, and Time took a deep breath, trying to ignore the metallic smell of blood that permeated the cell.

What now indeed?

“We spoke with Rusl before coming here,” Time said quietly, and the boy’s ears twitched in his direction. “And Ilia, and the mayor, and a boy named Talo and all sorts of people. Your whole village misses you, Link, they’ve been looking nonstop. The Queen has sent out countless missions, and the Resistance is working tirelessly to figure out what happened to you.”

“How... do you know all that?” Link whispered.

“Because we’re real,” Wild said as he stepped forward. “We spoke to all those people, not more than a week ago.”

“We’re other heroes like you,” Four continued, and Sky took his glove off, showing Link the triangles marked into his hand. He stared in shock. “This isn’t even all of us. We’re fighting to stop the Shadow who imprisoned you, who’s been ripping holes through time and empowering the monsters. We’re on your side.”

“We’re here to get you out,” Time finished, voice firm.

Link looked around at them all, something almost like hope in his eyes, and he swallowed, looking directly at Time.

“Tell me what Talo said.”

His voice trembled when he spoke.

“He said that if we find you, we should tell you that he expects make up days for all the sword lessons he’s missed,” Time said, and Link breathed out, closing his eyes again.

“Yeah. That’s him,” he whispered.

A weak laugh came from his throat, and Time stepped forward again, Link not stopping him. His eyes stayed closed as Time kneeled next to him, but his ears twitched as he listened to his steps.

“We’re here to get you out,” Time said softly, and placed a hand on Link’s shoulder.

Link jerked at the touch, and Time immediately removed his hand, but then Link looked up at him with tears in his eyes.

“Sorry, s-sorry it’s... it’s been...” he choked out, and Time carefully put his hand back on his shoulder, Link stiffening at the touch, but not pulling away.

Time carefully rubbed it as the others drew near, and Link swallowed, trembling slightly as they crouched beside him.

“You’re really heroes?” he whispered, and Sky nodded, a grieved look on his face.

“Every one of us.”

Four leaned closer then and studied the collar around his neck with a frown, carefully lifting the chain and studying it.

“Where’s the lock on these?” he asked in confusion.

“It’s magic,” Link rasped, seeming twice as exhausted now that he’d been convinced of their intentions. “Won’t come off.”

Sky stepped forward, a firm look on his face as he kneeled beside Link with the Master Sword in his hands.

“May I?” he asked, and Link’s eyes widened at the sword. He hesitated, then gave him a weak nod, and Sky moved into position.

Sky held the sword close to Link’s neck, Four carefully holding the chain steady, and he pulled, the Master Sword glowing and making the blood Link was coated in appear blue.

The collar suddenly lit up with runes, glowing an ugly red, and Link cried out, jerking like he’d been shocked.

“Hold him!” Sky shouted, and Time and Wild moved to hold Link’s head still while the Master Sword slowly cut through the chains. Link jerked at their touch, and let out a raspy scream as Sky cut halfway, blue sparks flying into the air.

“You’re okay, you’re okay,” Wild repeated as he held Link’s head, almost like he was trying to reassure himself, and Link wailed, his voice giving out partway through from the strain.

Time held him still, ignoring the blood and dirt he was doubtlessly getting all over him, and ran a hand through his hair when he let out yet another cry.

Hold on Link, you’re almost out.

The Master Sword let out a brighter glow, and the chain fell with a clank, Link falling limp and trembling in Time’s lap. The runes faded, and Sky quickly moved to his wrists and cut through those as well, though the thinner chains didn’t take nearly as long to fall to the ground.

“It’s done,” Sky panted finally, and Link let out a whimper.

“We should tell the others,” Four said quietly. “And hopefully get out of here before the Shadow comes back.”

Wild nodded and pulled out his slate, and Time and Sky began easing Link up, his face drawn with pain. Time tried not to nudge any of the vast amount of injuries covering him, but it was nearly impossible with how many there were.

Not to mention the countless scars visible through the blood, and the dark marks marring his forehead...

Time breathed out, and then picked him up, his gauntlets giving him enough strength to easily lift Link. Though, he wasn’t entirely convinced he needed them, seeing how thin Link looked.

How long has he been here?

“Let’s get you home,” Sky said quietly, and they left the cell, Wild talking quietly to Wind on his slate.

“Thank you,” Link croaked, in a voice so faint Time barely heard it. Time guided his head to his shoulder in response, feeling a sharp pang as Link flinched, and he sped his steps.

We’re getting you out, Link.

You’re safe now.

#chain meets wild? no. chain meets twilight and make it as agonizing as possible #linkeduniverse #linked universe #lu twilight #lu time #lu wild #lu Sky #lu four #linked universe fanfic #whumptober #whumptober 2023 #day 17 #collar #touch aversion #tw injury #tw blood #writing from the floor #this idea hit me like a truck the other day #and despite how much I struggled actually writing it I was cackling evilly most of the time #hope y’all enjoy #(fixed a few things I couldn’t get to last night also)

[matches-only-burn]

AU where kyber crystals get their power from channeling mighty force users that have passed on. Anakin connects to his on Ilum and starts seeing the ghost of the man that partially inhabits his blade.

All of the masters are like, 'oh yes the highly disturbed child we just saved from slavery has an imaginary friend that tracks this is fine' and then they look a little closer and see that a goddamn dyad has formed just from their force signature meeting and it very quickly becomes 'OH SHIT THE HIGHLY DISTURBED CHILD WE JUST SAVED FROM SLAVERY IS ACTUALLY SEEING GHOSTS'

shenanigans ensue

#I'm mostly thinking that like #the amount of someones soul that is in each kyber shard is so small #that no one else gets anything other than a very vague impression of the person from their blade #and then anakin comes along like :) I See Dead People #and everyones just like 'thats very nice small child' #but no #Its a very sad Obi-Wan whos been dead for ten years or so #could be a murder mystery #would definitely be Obikin #because its me what else would you possibly expect #i smell a multichapter fic #obikin #sw #star wars #fanfic #my fic ideas