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berryless · 4 months

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"What, want me to ruffle your feathers?" Tav asked with a smirk when she caught him staring, as if she didn't ruffle enough of his feathers prior to this moment—figuratively speaking, most unfortunately.

The owlbear's cub sprawled on its stomach beside her, head on her lap as it was cooing something. Given how eagerly it butted into her hand, rather obvious what it was after.

He took a step back, arms raised as he refused, "I'll abstain for tonight. Afraid the competition's too fierce for me to win this fight without any losses. Tomorrow, though…"

He let some hope into his voice, tone laced thick with promise.

Astarion looked at Tav, waiting for her answer, and she nodded to him with a smile on her lips.

"Wonderful. I'll be awaiting then. Most eagerly."

So easy.

Too easy.

He should've known better, but perhaps he was momentarily blinded that she'd finally given up keeping her distance.

Tav played with his hair for a good part of the evening, and Astarion tolerated it—the experience was quite enjoyable, if he was to be honest, but those weren't headpats that he was after. Finally the time came to take the heavy weapons against her, those that he was most proficient at using. Those that hardly ever betrayed him. And he needed Tav to not betray him either. To protect him, when hardly anyone in the camp was terribly happy about having a vampire in their midst. If Cazador… When Cazador… Even though Astarion didn't need to breathe anymore, the air staled in lungs when he thought about this. He needed Tav—and everyone else she have eating out of the palm of her adorable little hand—to stay on his side when that happens. Because as convenient as it may've been, out of many advantages the worm gave him, making his master forget about his existence wasn't one of them.

Her fingers raked his hair and scratched his scalp, sending him into shivers as Astarion couldn't help but lower his guard a notch. He wasn't an inexperienced youngling, still wet behind his ears. He wouldn't miss the change in her touch when it was most familiar to him. It would be rather convenient for Tav to hold his neck or slide her fingers under the lacing of his shirt, so Astarion expected that. Ears too were a good starting point… Lips, perhaps, if she was feeling adventurous for a sharp touch of his fangs…

He turned to the side, forehead pressed against Tav's stomach to let her get to the back of his head. Then turned again, face buried in her lap.

As tedious the pointless waiting went, this kind of foreplay was not without its pleasures. If she were to continue fondling the rest of him in same manner, Astarion wouldn't mind much. If anything, the thought was getting him rather excited, albeit weary in a similar way any kind of sex did. But it was familiar kind of wear he was most used to, so Astarion was slipping into it with ease like one would into old boots they've long been donning. Perhaps the heels were stooped a bit from years of use, and the laces were frayed and brittle, but those were the boots he'd worn for as long as he could remember. He didn't have a spare, if there even existed a spare the likes of him could afford.

Finally Tav's hand stopped, resting on his neck as she barely moved her big finger against the edge of his hairline.

He knew it was coming, and yet a part of him was strangely disappointed.

Well, no point dwelling on it.

Finally it was his turn to…

"Think I'm spent for the evening. My hand's cramping. Want to lie down for a little while longer, or you'd prefer to rest on something more comfortable than my lap?"

Her question came most unexpectedly. At first Astarion thought he heard it wrong. But when he raised his head to check Tav's face, there was nothing special on it, like she was asking something mundane, barely worth of notice. And it was a rather mundane thing to ask. If you weren't expecting anything else to follow.

She wasn't.

It stunned him when Astarion realized that.

Thankfully it lasted barely a moment, and then his instincts kicked in.

"Why? I find your lap a rather enjoyable place to rest my head on."

'It would be even better if you were to let me put it between your legs, but I suppose I wouldn't get much rest then,' was supposed to follow, but somehow it got stuck in his throat. He couldn't even say why at first.

Because she wasn't flirting. Because it wasn't foreplay. Because she just offered to ruffle his feathers in a most simple, primitive, childish way possible, and never planned to stretch the invitation to something more salacious and titillating.

Ruffled his feathers she did.

With much too fervor.

Astarion hardly remembered the way he traveled back into his tent and what he said in the process. Surely it was something appropriate for the occasion, he could trust the habits beaten into his skull by years of use.

No wonder she agreed so easily. He must've been blind not to notice.

He laid down, curled into a ball, sulking—for what, Astarion couldn't tell.

Perhaps it irked him that his plans fell through, and the cooked duck flew away from his mouth when he was so close to biting into it. What else could've been the issue otherwise?

But most strangely, a tightness in his stomach loosened as soon as he was left alone. He breathed with ease, warm ticklish touch of Tav's fingers lingering on his skin.

Safe.

From what..?

He didn't know.

#fanfiction #fanfic #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #astarion #bg3 astarion #bg3 tav #astarion x tav #astarion x reader #fluff #character study #astarion being astarion #my timeline is all over the place #this is supposed to preceed previous headpats drabble #because I think it would take some time for Astarion to ease into the idea of having platonic skinship #I will later boot it onto my ao3 #so if you want to read things in PROPER timeline #you can find my texts there

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ladyannemarie5 · 7 months

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So... Remember my old post of WarLord!Geralt searching for the bard and discovering that Jaskier is Radovid's consort in Redania?

You can see it here

Well, I couldn't stop thinking about that and here's just part of what I've come up with so far.

Caution: Lots and lots of text. Almost 2k words.

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Geralt's first formal order as Warlord of the North is to search the continent for the bard Jaskier.

Five years have passed since Geralt last saw Jaskier. Five years since the mountain disaster and the day Geralt made the bard believe that the greatest blessing of his life would be to get rid of him.

Since then, Geralt has found his surprise child, resolved his issues with Yennefer and formed a new empire under his and the other witchers' command. And there hasn't been a single moment when he hasn't regretted pushing his bard away.

That is why, as soon as political things settle down and his mainly non-human subjects begin to form real households, the new warlord sends all available people to search for the man who made him White Wolf.

He knows from Yen, that Jaskier became the Sandpiper, so he has the witchers approach the smuggling network to help the refugees get to his new realm and also to gather as much information as they can about the poet's whereabouts.

They hear rumors and whispers about the famous bard Jaskier singing in taverns and famous courts, but every time they reach the last place where he was seen, it turns out that the bard has already departed. It also seems that 20 years at the side of a witcher have made him very good at running away from them without a trace.

Geralt grows more desperate by the day. He wants to apologize to Jaskier, he wants to tell him how sorry he is and how much he wants him to come back to him, because he is finally ready to stop running away from his feelings. He needs Jaskier by his side, either as his lover or simply as his friend. He just needs to know that the poet is safe and sound.

That's why his heartbeat stops for a moment when new information arrives from the bard. It turns out that Nilfgaard beat him to it and captured Jaskier months ago.

Geralt moves all his people to search for the place where the bard is being held prisoner until they finally find the small fort where their sources say he is. Geralt himself leads the attack.

Everyone is really confused when they break through the entrances and discover that there is no one alive there. There are only remnants that there was once a small army operating in the place but they fled some time ago.

Unfortunately, there are also remnants of torture in one of the fort's dungeons. Geralt feels an immense urge to vomit as he enters the place and the smell of Jaskier's blood reaches his nostrils. His eyes sting with tears of anger and sadness when he finds a piece of blue silk in one of the corners. His anger and grief increase when they find a funeral pyre on the outskirts of the site. Jaskier is gone forever.

Shortly thereafter, the University of Oxenfurt issues a statement mourning the death of its greatest teacher and legend, the bard Jaskier. Apparently, a Redanian convoy was on a reconnaissance mission when they found a fort with remnants of Nilfgaard troops. Upon entering they discovered that the soldiers had already left but had left the body of a man in one of the dungeons. One of the men, apparently a fan of the bard, recognized his belongings and alerted his superiors to the man's identity. Jaskier's body was burned by the Redanians due to the advanced state of decomposition. All that remained was a broken elven lute that was given to the university as proof of the poet's death.

Geralt demands that the lute be given to him. Eskel and Lambert are required to hold it when the dean refuses to give the instrument to the witcher on the grounds that Jaskier himself had left them to them in his will. The document firmly states that all of the bard's possessions were to pass to the university to dispose of as they see fit.

Geralt cries for the first time in years when he finds out. Officially, he has nothing left of his bard.

The Sandpiper network continues to operate as usual, at least for a while since the discovery of the fort, until something incredible happens: Redania enacts a new law saying that all elves, dwarves and other non-humans would no longer be persecuted, and could even choose to be legal citizens of Redania.

Years pass since then. Ciri, Yen, Triss and his brother witchers remain by his side and life on the continent continues almost unchanged as the White Wolf finishes consolidating himself as a monarch of a strong and prosperous territory. The hope that Jaskier will one day appear alive and singing about the Warlord every day fades. They hadn't seen the body and when Yen wanted to use a tracking spell with the lute just to make sure, it led to nothing.

And then politics suffers another attack: King Vizimir of Redania is murdered. Yen says that rumors point to his own brother, Prince Radovid, being the one who murdered him, as he was crowned that very night at the side of his lover, a random nobleman named Julian. Geralt does not doubt it. Humans are cruel and ambitious.

The obligatory mourning passes slowly, one day all the kingdoms (except Nilfgaard) are summoned to celebrate the new king and his consort. To the surprise of everyone in Kaer Morhen, the White Wolf and his entourage are invited to the celebrations. Yen and Triss say that it would be rude not to go, as Redania fully recognizes their kingdom unlike other territories, so it would be beneficial for Geralt to attend and seal ties with a kingdom as powerful as Redania.

Geralt wants nothing more than to stay in Kaer Morhen and continue to evade the outside world. Jaskier is no longer in it so there is nothing interesting out there. But he knows it's inevitable that he will attend the Redania celebrations, and Yen is right, it's a great opportunity. So he and his entourage leave for the kingdom.

They are greeted in a grand manner, just like any other monarch and his entourage. Redania has shown that he wants to form ties with Kaer Morhen, so Geralt decides that he will do his best to make it all go well. It seems that King Radovid himself and his consort will welcome them once they have settled in properly.

Geralt feels all the air leave his lungs, his head feels heavy and in turmoil, and he thinks he will burn Redania to the ground for such an offense. Next to King Radovid, stands a man with blue eyes and brown hair. A man resembling Jaskier stands right there, his arm resting on the king's arm.

He introduces himself as Julian Alfred Pankratz, formerly Viscount of Lettenhove, now royal consort to King Radovid.

Yen cannot help but advance to him with a murderous look. He magically probes him and in an icy voice lets them all know that he really is Jaskier, the bard dead years ago. Julian replies that it's really good to see everyone once again.

The welcome feast begins. Geralt can't take his eyes off Jaskier. The king and his consort act like any normal couple, both conversing with each other, together and very intimate. Geralt feels his stomach churn.

At some point in the night, Julian manages to sneak into Geralt's room. He silently asks the Witcher to verify that no one is listening and that there are no traces of magic around. Geralt confirms that they are alone.

Geralt has many questions, but he can't say any. Not with the man he thought was dead in front of him. But he finally gets something out of his mouth, asking for explanations.

Julian tells the witcher that after the mountain he traveled for a while by himself, but seeing the injustices to the elves and other non-humans made him want to do something. With his contacts in the RSS he became the Sandpiper. He would go back and forth from Oxenfurt to other places on the continent to recruit new people into the network. During his stays in Oxenfurt and thanks to Philippa and Dijkstra, he met Prince Radovid.

Geralt's heart breaks when he hears from the bard how lonely and desperate he felt until Radovid came into his life.

"By the time I realized it, I was lost and hopelessly in love with Radovid," he tells Geralt.

The warlord can't help but mention that the bard fell in love with a king-killer. Julian jumps to his consort's defense and tells Geralt everything.

Philippa and Dijkstra want to take Redania to war against Nilfgaard, they assassinated Queen Hedwig to make Vizimir give in to their advice, however, the king didn't. The two councilors then went to harass Jaskier, threatening his job as the Sandpiper to tell them the location of Geralt and Ciri, so they could use it as political leverage against Nilfgaard. Of course the bard refused.

So Jaskier was kidnapped and tortured by Nilfgaard to find out the location of Geralt and Ciri. Radovid, madly in love and worried about Jaskier, set out to look for him everywhere, until he was finally found dying in the fort. Philippa and her magic saved him.

Radovid, concerned for the bard's safety, proposed to him to fake his death in order to drive away all those who were looking for him, including the man who despised him on a mountain. Jaskier accepted on the condition that he stop pursuing the elves.

As the announcement of Jaskier's death shook the entire continent, he and the prince planned to leave the castle and travel together, away from the intrigues of the court. Vizimir, happy for his brother, immediately agreed to let them both leave as long as they accepted his help and communicated constantly. The night of their departure, Vizimir was assassinated.

Geralt is shaken when Jaskier tells him that Philippa and Dijkstra killed Vizimir so they could manipulate Radovid and take Redania to war. The new king is stalling as long as possible, but there is no denying the influence of both advisors on the king's decisions. Geralt snarls when he learns that the sorceress and spymaster are threatening the former bard's life to make Radovid do as they command.

Jaskier knows that Geralt hates him, that he is not complying with the one thing he has asked of him, but he needs him to get Dijkstra and Philippa out of the picture so he can save Redania and his lover from going to war. And so he lets the witcher know.

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And well, that's it. At least until now.

I want to clarify that anyone who wants to write this has my absolute permission to do so, just tell me so I can read it because I definitely don't think I'll write it myself. If you want to comment on something, another idea, another point, an insult, change something to this. etc., you are welcome to do so. I don't usually reply much but I really do read everything posted on Tumblr.

Thanks if you read all this verbal vomit and apologies once again for the huge amount of words.

#I really wanted to put my version and give my ideas #a lot of text #feel free to take the idea and write it down #just tell me so I can read it #anything is welcome #you decide who jaskier stays with #but to be honest in my heart he stays with Radovid #jaskier #the witcher #radovid #radskier #geraskier #ao3 fanfic #fanfiction #bunny plot

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thetomorrowshow · 2 months

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scars

empires superpowers au masterlist (not up to date)

i have no clue where this idea came from but here *hands you a tattooed jimmy*

this takes place about 8 months after then end of ‘poisoned rats’.

cw: past abuse, mentions of needles, scars

“Look at that one,” Jimmy points at the screen; Scott pauses in his scrolling. “It’s a poppy. You love poppies.”

“. . . I do,” Scott says, glancing at Jimmy quickly before resuming the scroll.

“That one’s a flag, but it could be a pride flag. That’s why I saved it. The birds are a bit cheesy, but I thought I’d include them anyway.”

Scott doesn’t say anything, just keeps scrolling through the document. He knew Jimmy had been researching something, but . . . he hadn’t been expecting this.

Before him, on Jimmy’s laptop, is a three-page document that is a collage of tattoos.

Some are better than others—there’s a celtic knot that looks pretty bad, and Jimmy’s right about the birds being cheesy, but the poppy is understated and delicate, and a cute cartoon cat makes him smile.

That’s all well and good, but the problem is: Scott has no clue why Jimmy is showing him tattoos.

Jimmy points at a bundle of stars, saying something about how it reminded him of Scott, then at a feather, then a ladder, which he explains could be combined with the stars. He quickly passes over an abstract canary, hands twitching and tripping over his words, to point out an intricate subway car, then a tiny soccer ball.

Scott interrupts right as Jimmy starts to explain an iceberg tattoo.

“Jimmy, I—this is great, but I don’t think I understand. Are you wanting me to get a tattoo?”

Jimmy blinks, laughs nervously. “I—Scott, these are—these are cover-ups. For scars.”

Oh.

Suddenly, there’s a lump in Scott’s throat.

“I—a tattoo is a big decision,” Scott manages to say around the lump, his eyes catching on a long scar down Jimmy’s left bicep. “It’s something you can’t change. Are you sure?”

Jimmy levels an exasperated look at him. “For one thing, I’m an adult. I know it’s a big decision, you don’t have to remind me. And I promise I’ve thought about this. I shouldn’t have to tell you that I have.”

“You’re right, I’m sorry,” Scott starts to amend, but Jimmy forges on.

“It’s my body,” he says. “It’s mine, and I can have the freedom to do what I want with it, because I’m an adult and it belongs to me. And when you—when you asked if I was sure, it felt like you were treating me like a kid, or like I don’t own my body. And it felt bad.”

Shame curls in his stomach. Jimmy’s right, he shouldn’t have responded like that. It’s perfectly normal for people to get tattoos, and for their partners to support them in it. “I’m sorry,” he apologizes again. “I didn’t think before speaking. I said something my parents would’ve said, and I should have considered what you just told me.”

Jimmy smiles, leans his head against Scott’s shoulder. “It’s fine. I was showing you because I wanted your opinion, and it’s all right if you don’t like the idea of a tattoo. But I would’ve liked for you to say that outright if that’s true, instead of telling me things I already knew.”

“No, I think it’s a great idea,” Scott hurries to amend. He pauses, taking a moment to get his thoughts in order. They’re working on having more open conversations, so that they don’t have repeat events of Scott’s Nightmare Situation of Last Month, as they’ve dubbed it. “I think a lot of tattoos are good,” he says eventually, “but some suck. So I’m happy you’re asking my opinion, because I don’t know if I’d be able to look my boyfriend in the eyes if he got a skull surrounded in roses on his bicep.”

That gets a laugh out of Jimmy. “Don’t think yours is the only opinion I’m getting,” he teases. “I know better than to trust a man who dyed his hair red all through college.”

“It looked good!”

They look at tattoos for a little while, Scott immediately vetoing the trio of birds and a guitar. Together, they separate the pages into ‘no’ ‘maybe’ and ‘yes’ images, dragging the little Darth Vader holding a lightsaber (a scar being the lightsaber) into ‘maybe’ and the celtic knot into ‘no’ and so on, until about half of the tattoos have been sorted.

And if they get distracted halfway through and end up making out right there on the couch? Well, they can always finish it later.

Three weeks later, Jimmy exits the tattoo parlor with the long, thin scar on his left bicep covered by a poppy, red and irritated from the procedure. Scott had been with him the whole time, holding his hand. They’d had to call for a break halfway through, but it had overall gone very well, and Jimmy had gotten into the passenger seat with a huge grin on his face.

“I thought I would be scared of the needle, but it wasn’t even that bad!” Jimmy says excitedly, twisting his arm around to check out the plastic-wrapped tattoo. “Did you hear when she said I was really good at staying still, especially for my first time? I’m going to get a good grade in tattoos, which is both normal to want and possible to achieve.”

Scott laughs out loud at the meme reference, resolving not to think about why it is that Jimmy’s so good at not moving while needles are stuck into him.

“Do you like it?” Scott asks instead, adjusting the rearview mirror before shifting the car into gear.

Jimmy doesn’t answer for a long moment. When Scott glances over at him, he’s let his arm fall, staring straight ahead, chewing thoughtfully on his lip.

“Yeah,” he decides eventually. “I really do. Now when I look at it in the mirror, I can be reminded of you instead of them. And . . . I can make choices with my body. That feels really good.”

“I can imagine.”

Jimmy twists his arm around again, peering at what little of the tattoo can be seen through the plastic. “I like it,” he says, quieter. “Do you like it?”

“It was my top choice, Jimmy,” Scott reminds him. “And it looks cute on you. Much better than that fish would.”

Jimmy snorts. “You know what, since it was Lizzie’s idea, I’ll tell her I’ll only get it if she gets it too.”

“Please—if you get fish, get a different one,” begs Scott. “It was huge, it had that horrible ‘gone fishing’ sign—get something cute, not something that screams fifty-year-old midlife crisis.”

That gets a laugh out of his boyfriend, and a little tension that had been in Scott’s body since before the appointment finally dissipates, allowing his shoulders to ease and his fingers to loosen their grip on the wheel.

“I’ve been watching videos on word cover-ups, so I think I might get one of those,” Jimmy says when they’re almost home. “I’m . . . I think it would help, even though I can still trace the letters. But I’d like to try scar treatment first, so I don’t think I’m gonna get another tattoo any time soon.”

“And here I was thinking my boyfriend was about to get all inked up and awesome,” Scott teases.

“And something for words would have to be really big, and there’s not much I want that’s good for that,” Jimmy continues. He glances at Scott quickly, then turns his gaze out the window. “That’s life, I guess.”

Scott thinks that’s the end of the conversation. He’s happy leaving it there, with vague plans and ideas in mind to experiment with.

But later that evening, at home, as Jimmy washes dishes and Scott dries them, Jimmy blurts out, “Would I be wrong for wanting a canary tattoo?”

Scott pauses. “Um. No?”

Jimmy sighs. “See, it’s the only one that I think I would want that’s big enough and colorful enough to cover any words. But I don’t know that I could be okay with having it cover up one of those words, because of . . . connotations. But also. . . .” he sighs again, sets down his dishcloth.

“Scott, being the Canary was the only freedom I had, as awful as it was,” Jimmy explains, and it’s a credit to how far he’s come that Jimmy’s voice doesn’t even shake. “I didn’t love it, but I could go outside. I could literally fly. And I looked pretty cool, honestly. So if I got another tattoo, I think it would be a canary, but . . . I’m afraid that’ll cause more harm than good, with my mental health and all.”

“I . . . don’t know,” Scott says honestly, sliding a plate into place in the cupboard. “I’m not in your head. And it’s not my body. But you don’t have to decide today. You don’t have to decide any time soon. You can talk about it with other people, and with Nora. And we can start looking into scar treatment, if you think you’re ready for that.”

Jimmy picks up the cloth again, runs it under the water. “I don’t know,” he says eventually, voice unreadable. His face has set back into that guarded look, the one that Scott is now so familiar with. “Maybe.”

Whatever Jimmy’s unspoken other concerns are (and Scott knows that they exist, he can tell in the tenseness of his stance), Jimmy abandons that topic of conversation. He doesn’t bring up tattoos again for weeks.

But every so often, Scott catches him admiring the poppy, and he can’t help but feel a bubble of happiness.

Jimmy finally has a good reason to look in a mirror.

#empires smp #empires smp fanfic #flower husbands #jimmy solidarity #scott smajor #021324 #yep you guessed it! im still away #if im back i'll announce it/delete these tags etc #knowing my life schedule and all that i think i'll finally feel up to coming back soon-ish #but like. as of writing these tags it is december of 22 #so take everything i say with a grain of salt #how do we feel about tattooed jimmy?#i legitimately have no idea where this came from. just all of the sudden i was researching cover-ups #and here we are #i found such pretty canary tattoos #and i think it's accurate of jimmy to be conflicted about a tattoo of a canary #bc again: canary meant freedom for him limited as it was #and that was a big part of his life that he kind of wants to commemorate #it changed everything some good some bad. jimmy's going through a part of his healing where he kind of wishes it was still happening #just bc like. a. it was easier to understand and b. now that it's this far away he feels sometimes like he's faking #like it wasn't that bad. and he wants to know that it was bad. he's trying to heal but doesnt want to let go of the hurt #bc if he covers up all the scars or they all heal then where's the proof that he went through anything at all?#somebody tell me to stop projecting #lmk what you think!#love you guys

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r0semultiverse · 7 months

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What We Do in the Land of Ooo

🧛‍♂️ What We Do in the Shadows x Adventure Time crossover AU! ⚔

Finn Mertens in place of Guillermo de la Cruz

Marceline Abadeer in place of Nadja of Antipaxos

Bonnibel Bubblegum in place of Laszlo Cravensworth

Jake the dog in place of Colin Robinson

Vampire King in place of Nandor The Relentless

Betty Grof in place of The Guide

The Lich in place of Baron Afanas

Peppermint Butler in place of Wallace the Necromacer

Simon Petrikov in place of Derek

BMO in place of Nadja Doll (her old consciousness uploaded or something was an idea I had)

Marshall Lee & Gary Gumball/Prince in place of Sean & Charmaine

#I want to clarify that I don't have any plans to write this out as some sort of fanfic.#I also don't have any plans to draw actual redesigns for any of these characters.#this is all an indefinite WIP; anyone who wants to make content about the idea please tag me please I'd to see it!#also want to mention that this was somewhat inspired by recent fionna and cake content!#I suppose this AU could take place in the land of Ooo or it could take place on staten island but I was thinking land of Ooo #up to yall though if you wanna sketch any ideas from this lol #I was just trying to find images that somewhat fit the character they're in place of if you're curious as to why I chose the images I did!#also this isn't going with the nandermo stuff to clarify before people are like hey this is gross; no read the tags first; read my rambles!#these aren't 1-to-1 character crossovers; obviously I'd want to take some liberties with each of them if I were to put more effort into it!#vampire bonnie bubblegum would be cool to see! it doesn't need to make sense; we're having fun with it here! Vampire Betty Grof too!#Finn could also be an adult here if y'all want; I wasn't thinking too hard about this; just popped into my head & wanted to jot stuff down!#I'd also be curious to hear what adventure time characters you'd put in the roles of the wwdits ones; replacing mine or ones #that i didn't end up listing! I'd love to see a vampire Simon Petrikov & Finn Mertens though if anyone wants to draw that. anyway thats it!#mine #op #wwdits #what we do in the shadows #adventure time #adventure time fionna and cake #fionna and cake #adventure time spoilers

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oddlittlestories · 6 months

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Um so would people be interested in a House MD flash fiction game? I’d put out some prompts; and it’d either be a general ask game or for inbox trick or treating.

For a general ask game, there’d be a general header like “Lifechanging road trip” and you’d pick a character or a pair of characters.

For the trick or treating. You’d send an ask like “trick or treat!” on Halloween and give me a prompt. And maybe there would be one version for trick and one for treat, and I’d pick which to write?

#idk if this would appeal but if it would lmk!#and if you want to take & do either one of these ideas for your own ask game 100% feel free!#anywho let me know if you’re interested #and if so in which ones #house md #ask game #my fanfic

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v7n5 · 2 months

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Feel like pure shit, just want a smutty multi-chapter Howard Hamlin fanfic that recounts the many secret sexual affairs that he has had with different people throughout the course of his life, most of which he sought out to recompense for the lack of intimacy in his marriage because both him and Cheryl were iron-closeted and only got married out of familial pressures (things took a turn for the worse after the fight that ended with Howard moving into the guest house). Ultimately, none of them could fulfill his wants and needs because they're all cold and distant in their own ways: there were the handsome strangers he met at some gay bar like Nacho who were emotionally unavailable and only wanted to dick and dash like they're in denial themselves; Jimmy whom he was smitten with and trusted to be able to keep a secret, but it didn't take him long to realize that Jimmy being selfish and cruel and rougher than Howard had liked and not paying any mind to Howard's own pleasure in bed was his way of getting back at him for being a jackass of a boss; Chuck whom he'd got especially close with ever since he was still studying pre-law, so close that he would make up any excuse to be alone with him and suck him off in his office from time to time to seduce his mentor because the daddy issues that had been developing throughout his father-absent youth came to fruition the moment a wiser and older man gave him a sliver of attention, Chuck allowed him to live out his fantasy but never reciprocated in that sense but they remained really good friends, hence Howard's desperation for his approval and affection and the idea of "I still have a chance" kept brewing in his mind even when he could see Rebecca out of the corner of his eye (the incident at the end of ss3 scarred him for life and talking about the intimate details of their relationship before it in therapy did not help). The latter half of 607 didn't happen because he decided that he was in fact the bigger person and the right thing to do was to drink himself into reflecting back on his life choices and wallowing in his own self-pity. Though he didn't storm Mcwexler's condo, the whole ordeal was still his Joker moment, so he put his foot down, got a divorce and resigned from his CEO position because fuck you, he deserves to do that. And maybe after a year or so, he met a certain Salamanca who got out of a certain shoot-out unscathed (haven't determined if Howard happened to stumbled into El Michoacáno or he went back to the gay bar), their chemistry was through the roof, they bonded over the loss of families/ lovers and "being a nepo baby is oh so hard", their romance blossomed because Lalo was textbook definition of charming and exactly Howard's type. One date led to another, and Howard ended up getting the best pipe he'd ever had while trying to hold back the tears stemmed from indescribable emotions. Would Howard find out who Lalo actually was? Would it matter? Would they last? Those are problems for future them.

Like literally that's all I want tbh.

#howard hamlin #He's my girl. My fucking princess.#Idc like he's still rightfully owed a soft dom who's gonna take good care of him and appreciate him #(as much as I feen for power bottom Howard)#The slutification of this middle-aged man HAS to be riddled with angst or else I'll die #1 of the worst things that could ever happen to me is getting ideas that I think are good but cannot for the life of me do anything about it #That and becoming a **** ****** but we're not trauma dumping today #Being a bilingual with an English-leaning brain is not the W that people made it out to be #Honestly Nacho came into the picture when I was deadass half unconscious. I was like 'Ariana what are you doing here???'#But it's hot. And I kinda wanted Nachoward to win a bit #I also wanted to squeeze Gus in there too but in my head it'd be an 'admirer from afar' type of deal. Like Howard would have a crush on him-#-but decided against making a move cuz he would think Gus is out of his league or sth #This is essentially a Howard x everyone who I think could be compatible with him fanfic #For clarification. Cheryl and Howard don't hate each other. if anything they're each other's emotional support system #But I feel like there's only so much pretense you can put up you know #And yes. Lalo and Nacho were in love there.#Ok I've got it all out there now. Time for me to go marinate in shame #nacho varga #jimmy mcgill #chuck mcgill #lalo salamanca #better call saul

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starrystevie · 2 years

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listen, i know we all love vampire hunter steve and kas!eddie but i see that and raise you: werewolf hunter eddie and werewolf!steve.

eddie grew up hearing stories about the wolves and how his family had hunted them for generations but he never believed it, not really. it was just some story wayne would rattle off to spook him when the rustling in the woods behind the trailer got a little loud and a little too close.

but then there’s whispers. an abnormal amount of deer end up dead, mauled with their necks snapped. people start claiming they see glowing eyes peering out at them from the treeline. growls that echo into the cold night air and howls that sound out only when the moon is at it’s fullest.

eddie still thinks it bullshit. that is, until the kids start going missing.

wayne gets out gear that eddie has never seen and straps him full of silver bullets and teaches him how to shoot something from 50 feet away and holy shit are the wolves really a threat? they aren’t some made up fairy tale to keep a hyperactive boy out of the woods at night? the next thing eddie knows, they’re marking dates off a calendar with a big red sharpie and he has a belt full of bullets wrapped around his waist at all times per wayne’s request.

it isn’t until one of his own goes missing that it clicks in his head. nancy wheeler of all people shows up at their trailer with bloodshot eyes and a sawed off shotgun asking if ‘the other hunters’ still live there and wayne is pulling her in with an arm around the shoulder. mike is gone, eddie finds out, and any anger he had at the twerp for missing hellfire this week dissipates into pure worry.

he isn’t a hunter, he doesn’t know where to start, but wayne does. he and nancy go over everything, heads close together as they point over maps of hawkins while eddie bites at his fingernails behind them. they two of them narrow it down to a place over near loch nora, at least that’s all eddie can comprehend. there were a few sightings from trustworthy sources so they pack up the van and head that way.

“you’re good with all this, nancy?” they don’t know each other, not really. a few classes here or there over the 13 years they’d gone to school together. she hums as a response, counts over the bullets in her lap before shoving a silver blade in alongside her slouchy boots.

eddie was expecting wolves. he was expecting fur and teeth and beasts twice their size, vicious, snarling. he wasn’t expecting robin buckley and steve harrington in tattered clothes with wild hair and mike fucking wheeler sitting at their sides. wayne doesn’t hesitate, was taught not to, pulls up his gun and points it at steve. “wait!” eddie shouts, pushing his arm down just as steve stands, looking so fucking tired.

“we just took him for his safety. the others, they tried to-” steve says, hands up in defense. robin’s arm circles around mike’s shoulders as she peers into the dense forest around them. she was scared and steve was tired and oh.

“it’s not you doing the killings, is it?” eddie asks. steve turns to look at him, his eyes big and bright, eyebrows furrowed as if he’s surprised that eddie pieced it together that fast. steve’s eyes roam over his frame, take in the bullets on his belt and goddamnit does eddie hate the fear that he sees in steve’s eyes. he wants to fix it. “it couldn’t be you two. you’re too... good.”

“eddie,” wayne starts, gun back on steve and nancy has her knife in hand, blade catching the tiniest shimmers of sunlight. “son, they’re monsters.”

and that’s what gets him. eddie looks at these people who he’s known for forever, remember the way his heart would flutter when he’d see steve in the hallway, how he’d always borrow a pencil from robin in english because he’d forget his own. how could they be monsters when he’s known them his whole life?

“i’ll stay with them.” eddie walks over to mike, pats the top of his head and meets steve’s eye again. he nods and gets a tentative one in return. he looks to nancy, sees her fist tighten over the hilt of her dagger before walking over and joining the four of them.

wayne somehow agrees, tells eddie to look after himself and call if he needs help, if things get too... out of hand. nancy and robin take mike into the rundown cabin they were squatting in and start to settle in for the night. steve and eddie stay outside, a wide berth between them.

“it’s a full moon tonight,” steve says. his eyes don’t leave eddie’s face but he seems more relaxed than before. “i’m surprised your hunter uncle would let you stay here.” steve kicks at a rock on the ground, the sound of it scattering breaking up the silence between them. “i’m dangerous.”

eddie looks at him. takes in his face, really takes it in and decides that he couldn’t care if steve was dangerous or not. he was still steve from high school, steve that he had a stupid crush on which now has eddie wondering if it’s some divine intervention from generations of hunters past. that he was meant to find steve and stay by his side.

“i think i can manage.”

#steddie #steddie headcanon #listen this is v long and i have a lot of ideas but i just can't make another long fic when i have a million others i want to write too #feel free to take this idea if you want and turn it into something #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steddie hc #also yes nancy is also a hunter because duh and of course she falls in love with werewolf!robin #steddie and ronance werewolf and their hunter au is something so personal to me #long post #my writing #steddie fanfic

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warpedpuppeteer · 2 months

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How are we feeling about a Buddie au where Buck is turned into a vampire but he's unable to drink any other blood except Eddie's because of that time Eddie got shot and his blood got into Buck's mouth and now he literally cannot stand any other blood besides Eddie's.

#i thought let's take the your blood in my mouth scene and make it even more insane #and thus vampire buck idea was born #i wrote a bit of this #but really not sure where I'm going with it except to make it as insane as possible #like “i will literally die if i don't drink your blood”#and Eddie's like “this is weird but i don't want you to die you're like half a carla so drink up”#I'm debating on whether to add a bonding element to it to increase the stupidity level #buddie #buddie fanfic #writing

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daydadahlias · 7 months

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some of y'all make it really fucking hard to keep creating in this fandom im just gonna be honest.

#like it's one of those things where #i know it's not that deep and maybe im just really sensitive to the matter in general #because ive had my work plagiarized verbatim multiple times now.#where people have taken my words and claimed they're theirs #so im already really on edge to the subject.#but then like. taking my ideas ?? and pretending they're ur own and like it's. fanfic i know that.#but im sharing my work with you??? im writing things that are Mine and giving them to you for free.#and to have people copy it. or make tumblr accounts just to drop links to my fics and talk about them without ever talking to me??#or to talk about them on twitter and never interact with me??#or copy it or take inspiration and never credit me...#i mean it makes me feel like shit.#i love writing for this fandom but sharing stuff is really hard lately #and this kind of stuff makes me want to take down all my works and just have them for me. like they aren't *yours* they're mine.#so yeah i just feel really really bad right now. and that really hurt my feelings.#and it makes me never want to share things again.

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pastafossa · 7 months

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Hi! I was just wondering if you got my other ask about a TRT au that I want to write. I want to get the ok from you before I start anything.

I went digging for your asks and found them!

First off I feel like Deadpool when he's talking about fourth walls. A fanfic about a fanfic??? that's like... DOUBLE FANFICS

Second off I'm absolutely DELIGHTED by the idea and also really honored that someone would want to do TRT fanfic??? Just got me like

I am 100% ok with it! Anything that puts more fanfic into the world makes me happy tbh, AND it feels like a lovely continuation of the cycle that got *me* writing fic plus if i eventually take parts of trt and make it a real book as planned i would love if people ficced that IT'S THE CIIIIIIIIRCLE OF LIFE

There are only only two things I'd ask (applies to anyone else who may want to do TRT fanfic, which I'm fine with).

Proper credit back to TRT. If the fic's on AO3, then the 'This work is a remix, a translation, a podfic, or was inspired by another work' option when posting is what to use, and that'll let it pop up at the bottom of TRT under the 'works inspired by this one'. If it'll be posted on Wattpad or Tumblr, a link to TRT on AO3 and an acknowledgment is all I'd ask!

This one isn't specific to your idea (which I looked over and am totally fine with!). This is more for anyone else: please do not try to finish TRT, in the sense of trying to write the next chapters. AUs are fine, Blip fics are fine (I admittedly have a Blip side fic planned but it'll be outside of the main TRT story), various adventures, Foggy musings on canon, shenanigans, NSFW or SFW scenes, whatever, are all fine! I only draw the line at 'Pasta hasn't updated in a bit so I'm going to write the next chapters and post it'.

Other than that, you are free to move about the cabin with my blessing! I'm super excited to see what you come up with!

#the red thread #ask response #the red thread fanfic #i am absolutely FINE with fic being written and super SUPER honored that TRT has inspired someone else!#I read your AU idea in my askbox and it sounds awesome (wasn't sure if you wanted me to reply to this or that one)! totally down with it!#like i said as long as it's properly linked back then i'm fine since yours also doesn't fall into category two above!#those are really the only things i'd ask of anyone writing fic for TRT #if it's AUs I can read those too!#for anyone else I might have to skip fics that are side shots of older chapters since I still have Matt POV ideas if I have the time #and I don't want to like... even subconsciously read someone else's idea and take it cause that's not nice #but I'll still support it and let it be linked via the 'inspired by' tag <3 and will read once the matt povs are all done!

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wolfsbanesparks · 6 months

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I just noticed this line in the first chapter of PLT.

"He’d been squirreling away food in his room at the Watchtower for a couple weeks now, stashing new stuff under the bed whenever he had a meeting or Monitor Duty, but he finally had the chance to slip out with almost all of it completely unnoticed by his fellow heroes."

Will the other League heroes investigate Captain Marvel's room at some point? "Almost all of it" means not all of it, right? There's bound to be some left in there, and they've got to be wondering why the Captain was hiding so much food in his room in the first place.

Ooh I love this! I'm always so excited to see what little details y'all pick up on.

The League may not immediately think to check his room on the Watchtower, but if/when they do, they may find more clues to the troubled home life Cap has been keeping a secret from them.

#ask me whatever you want y'all #fanfic asks #Y'all are picking this story apart line by line for clues and it makes be feel so clever when you find my secret clues and foreshadowing #I'm legitimately taking notes on some of y'all's ideas for this fic

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snickerdoodlles · 2 years

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having a lot of thoughts right now at 4am about chay being ruthless

there’s a specific animorphs quote i’m thinking of:

"People don't understand the word ruthless. They think it means 'mean.' It's not about being mean. It's about seeing the bright, clear line that leads from A to B. The line that goes from motive to means. Beginning to end. It's about seeing that bright, clear line and not caring about anything but the beautiful fact that you can see the solution. Not caring about anything else but the perfection of it." — Marco, The Reunion by K.A. Applegate

specifically the bit: It's about seeing the bright, clear line that leads from A to B.

now, i dont think chay from season 1 is ruthless. but i very much see him as having the makings of it. chay has a very simple and direct approach to things; he sees something he wants, so he pursues it (he asks his idol for lessons their first meeting, he doesn’t let kim skip out on tutor lessons, he confesses twice because he had a homework goal and then a personal goal, he wants the truth so he confronts kim that same day, etc). and we see this theme of ‘chay has a goal, chay pursues goal’ most often with kim because they specifically foil each other in this. kim has a grand speech about making sacrifices to achieve your goals, but he’s stagnant between the world he was borne into and cant fully leave because of his brothers, vs the soft bright world he wants to be in but cant because he comes bearing blood. this directly contrasts with chay, who pursues his goals fullheartedly and recklessly

now, chay's not ruthless. not...yet. but there’s also these little...hints of a ruthlessly practical mindset to him. the most standout point for me in this regard was episode 1 when porsche is worried about his uncle. he’s sent arthee away, but he’s still planning “how do i get uncle out of trouble, and how do i maximize it?”

but chay? chay’s straight up like “uncle’s problems aren’t ours, lets just runaway to go live your dream of owning a bar on the beach”

i love this scene between porsche and chay so much. not only is really heartwarming, but i think it rly solidifies who they are as characters right off the bat. porsche is a caretaker. he takes care of everyone around him, whether he has an obligation to or not. but chay is fully ready to just leave their uncle behind. uncle interferes with brother’s and mine’s future plans? then no uncle in future plans. chay doesn’t even seem to mourn nor care that his uncle, one of his two caretakers left, is just gone from his life after ep1. like...that’s a really cold assessment for a teenager to make about one of his two living family members (that he knows of)

for me, what holds chay back from tipping into any sort of ruthless so far is mostly his naivety. not innocence (chay is not innocent yes i am still fighting on this hill), but he has certain expectations of the world that don’t necessarily match what the world is. to me, this shows most clearly when he sees warning flags (”...how do you know i have a brother?”) but is fully willing to ignore them in favor of pursuing his original goal(s) instead of taking the warning flags into account. and since he doesn’t plan for them, when some of those flags grow into actual problems, they really trip him up in ways he’s not prepared to handle. but he doesn’t have that any more at the end of season 1

if we do get a second season, i would be v curious to see where chay’s character develops. im apparently the outlier lol, but i actually really love where kim and chay ended in s1. they were on a trajectory to crash in the middle and instead they missed and landed where the other started. kim, the kid running away from the things he’s always wanted, puts himself out there with zero expectation or surety that chay will reach back. chay lingers over the video, unsure if he wants to respond to it or block it, so he throws his phone away to deal with it another time. and it’d just be really interesting to see how these two characters would react following the same trajectory the other one originally did, but coming at it with a very different background/development. and for chay specifically, i would just rly love to see how his ep1 “lets just abandon uncle to the debtors and go live our dreams on a beach” hints might come back/come into play in a mafia world setting

#this is v stream of conscious like. this isnt anything super serious. 5am is not a time for serious lol #anyways. i have. thoughts.#didnt want to expand in the post bc this is SO very much thumb tacks and strings and headcanons but. i also want to see chay's ruthlessness #and how it might mirror/follow namphueng's ruthlessness specifically #my read on namphueng is that she's playing her own game. and whatever game she's playing for her survival. she did it knowing that she'd hav #*have to abandon her sons and that she cant/wont reveal anything to them right away #there's some fun ideas to play with there between porsche's phoenix symbolism and korn's chess bs #so i would rly love to see like. porsche v much takes after his dad in his caretaker and big heart traits #where as chay is v much namphueng's son and they have a bright clear line between point a and point b they'll pursue without hesitation #there's a fun playground in there between chay and korn but that probably interests me exclusively bc it relates to talk shit get hit series #lol ANYWAYS i personally would love for namphueng backstory and a namphueng backstory that includes her selling out her original family #specifically (i mean the family the theerapanukuls killed and took her from). then namphueng tried to get away from them #that would be v fun for me its the top of my s2 bucket list #btes if ive misspelled anything shhhhhhh its 5am ive been up since before 7am spelling isnt real #this isnt rly meant to be anything lol just. been keeping me up all night. oof.#kinnporsche #mine: kinnporsche #pls stop saying chays this weeping willow or doe-eyed bambi or innocent bean or whatever i am so tired lol #chay did not abandon his uncle to the wolves for this kind of slander lol #he did not sell himself like he was living a y/n fanfic for you to box him into innocent maiden tropes #he didnt push every step of his and kims brief relationship for yall to make kim the dom lmao #.......promise im done. this isnt a tag whine lol. its just like. idk. did yall forget the shit chay's pulled in canon #he's the same wavelength of insane as kim thats why they work #tag rambles #tag rambles: kinnporsche

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crown-ov-horns · 1 month

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I recently found out people ship Cassandra with Apollo.

My initial reaction was...

Just tan their hides. You know what happened to her because the the bastard, don't you?..

Then, I was overwhelmed by morbid curiosity, and checked AO3. People are writing rape fics about them. ...Why?..

Could I ever see Cassandra x Apollo?.. I don't know, maybe. But, definitely not the nonsense I mentioned. Dubcon at most. I guess, he might somehow coerce her into sleeping with him, and later rescue her from the fall of Troy, because she's pregnant with his child, or something (Zeus would be pissed, I'm fine with that).

Sounds like an intriguing story, with a lot of morally questionable elements. I can imagine Apollo confiding in Artemis, wondering why his wife is so upset. She'd just go "are you serious rn?.. -_-".

...What, you're surprised I'm among those I wish to hide with a broom? Don't be. It happens quite often, actually.

#greek mythology #greek myth fandom #apollo #cassandra #apollo x cassandra #diary pages #thoughts #greek gods #this is such a fucked up pairing #in the iliad you like apollo then remember what he did cassandra #i don't blame her for rejecting his advances he's an entitled fboy with nine girlfriends and she wanted to remain chaste #the way he responded is very cruel honestly cassandra's story breaks my heart #of course i'm discussinv them as characters not religious figures #apollo can be such a creep #greek myth fanfic #fanfiction ideas #what the hell i have a hundred epics in my wips already including one with apollo #but i SHOULD put this aside the “Apollo coerces Cassandra then saves her because she's pregnant”#it's dark but also very intriguing to explore... it isn't supposed to be hot really well maybe later #dionysus married ariadne why can't apollo marry cassandra #she wouldn't want to marry him but what other choice would she have #their further relationship just seems so fascinating #yeah apollo would be confused why she's upset - he'd get her being upset about the fall of troy but not why she's upset with him #but as gods do he'd imagine she should be happy about getting rescued by him #why am i doing this to myself (and cassandra)#i suppose... i just want a better ending for cassandra (back to the fic idea) which this would be even though she'd have to deal with apollo #side note imagine the “pairing” in disney's hercules it would be hilarious #cassandra confronting hercules about his creepy older cousin trying to hit on her #or icarus trying to ask apollo if she'll go out with him and apollo replying “if you have my luck she'll just throw a shoe at your face”#she should take out a restraining order also

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fivekrystalpetals · 1 year

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A Now You See Me BSD AU I will never write but here we go

(surprisingly the characters match very well | not a crossover | no ability AU)

J. Daniel Atlas + Merrit McKinney -> Fyodor Dostoyevsky:

an extremely resourceful illusionist + mentalist + psychic. Although a bit arrogant and having a notorious penchant to have perfect control over everything, he is quite talented with cards and manipulation tactics. He has photographic memory and can find his way out of any seemingly dead-end situation. Ostensibly the leader of the Decay of Angels

Henley Reeves -> Nikolai Gogol:

an escape artist + a master of disguise. Dostoyevsky's former assistant (unofficially ex-lovers). He has pulled very dangerous tricks in the past like the one 'Wretched Chair' that left his entire audience believing that he got killed for real. He started to flirt with Sigma if only to make Fyodor jealous in the beginning but soon realized he might actually be falling for him after all. He is always impeccably dressed and wears gloves all the time. Second-in-command of the DoA.

Jack Wilder -> Sigma:

Former street magician and a big fan of Dostoyevsky. He knows a bunch of odd tricks but hardly much to make a living or a name for himself. He was in a pretty bad situation before he got the formal invitation to join the DoA. Youngest member of the DoA.

Dylan Rhodes-> Dazai Osamu:

One of the detectives from ADA assigned to the DoA Super Heist case. He is exceptionally intelligent--on par with Dostoyevsky so the whole cat-and-mouse game goes toe-to-toe while the ADA aims to bring the DoA to book. He might be hiding a dark past that Dostoyevsky came close to unlocking with his observation skills. He likes to mess with his new partner from Interpol (only to find he might have fallen for him.)

Alma Dray-> Nakahara Chuuya:

A French-Japanese Interpol agent assigned to the DoA Super Heist case. He is tenacious, has a short fuse (maybe only because his new partner gets on his nerves too much) but sincerely puts his whole heart into solving the case because this is his first field job and he wants to bring in a good result. Although he was assigned to this job mainly for his multilingual skills, Chuuya seems to be hiding another ulterior motive for joining this particular case.

Thaddeus Bradley-> Mori Ougai: Once a famous magician who left the business of performing for a crowd and instead started making profits off selling other magicians' tricks deconstruction, in the process (unintentionally or otherwise) ruining many artists' livelihood. Oda Sakunosuke was one such artist who got killed, indirectly because of his meddling

Hermia-> Elise: Mori's assistant (she is adult here)

Arthur Tressler-> Fukuchi Oochi: an ex-military man and currently a wealthy magnate. He is the main sponsor and backer for all of DoA activities. He hopes to make the DoA a worldwide phenomena. The DoA too seem to respect him a lot and look up to him as their 'boss'.

Kunikida Doppo-> Dazai's sidekick from ADA

Other side characters: Ango, Gide, Rimbaud, Verlaine, Atsushi, Tanizaki

This is all I can think of right now ;-;

oh and I don't really like the Twist at the end of the actual movie--the Reveal of who had been 'pulling the strings' throughout (because it undermines the individual intelligence and efforts of the Four Horsemen or at least feels that way to me) so.... here, the two plots (and two brains) are moving simultaneously, seemingly deceiving the other while unwittingly working their way toward the same goal.

Maybe, there is a secret middleman who is working with both the ADA-side and the DoA-side with neither group's awareness but that is not the same person as in the movie.

The Eye may or may not exist; I don't particularly like the idea of The Eye and magicians and artists working to 'get into' the Eye, however it might have been merely a red herring to the actual masterplan so yeah

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd dazai #bsd fyodor #bsd chuuya #bsd gogol #bsd sigma #bsd au #nysm #soukoku #fyolai #gogsig #modern au #bsd fanfic #my-bsd-posts #clearing my drafts and i found this #idk why i wrote this but now i did and don't want to delete it #so here you go #if anyone wants they can take this idea and expand on it #i don't have the energy to make this into a whole coherent plot and post it on ao3 sadly #i have turned into an old low-energy hermit crab these days i am unable to write anything to my satisfaction #anw that movie had a lot of potential but it did have a lot of plotholes yet remains one of my comfort movies #i don't like the sequels tho #but surprisingly the characters match a lot esp. dialogues like /always be the smartest guy in the room/ /and we were in agreement/#but make it fyozai #the whole interrogation scene!!#where fyodor flirts with chuuya and dazai gets mad and tugs at his hair /just answer the question smartass/ lmaoo

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heloflor · 1 year

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Blissed Out

AO3 link

A small exploration of the kinds of thoughts blissed-out Max might have had during the events of 106, along with what could have happened if Hugh Bliss has had some control over Max’s mind, and how he would try to use it to stop Sam from getting his partner back together.

Notes : Unoriginal title, I know.

Also, since I still struggle a lot with putting characters’ emotions outside of dialogues or thoughts, I basically played a game here of “how many compliments can blissed out Max give when describing Sam doing anything ?” so there’s that ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

On that note, Sam and Max are a married couple in this fic.

Enjoy !

They said space was a vast and empty expanse, a dark void that threatened to swallow you whole at any moment. But to Max, it looked like a wonderful explosion of fudge pudding in the ballroom of the Royal Family with ice-cream sprinkled on top, as dear Sammy would put it.

The Freelance Police duo was flying through space in their trusty Desoto, heading back to the office. A few minutes ago, his wonderful husband had tried to get Max’s hand back from his living Wrath, only for the angry vice to shoot Sammy in the arm. After a moment of panic ending up with the red lagomorph running away in shock, the injured dog had decided to retreat, promising his severed partner to get his body parts back once his own wounds were healed.

Max couldn’t understand why dearest Sammy was so hellbent on finding those vices. His wrath was dangerous, it had already hurt his precious partner ! Who knew what sort of damages the other two could do !

Besides, never had Max felt so…peaceful, before. The voices were entirely gone, no longer busying his mind with a thousand thoughts. Best of all, this lack of voices included a lack of that strange grey-looking british man that always criticized him. All that was left in place was the most comforting silence the lagomorph had ever felt. Or at least as silent as it could be what with the constant rumbling of the Desoto and the rhythmic tapping of his partner’s fingers against the car’s door. The newly-found emptiness of his mind might give him some peace, but it had no effect on his oversensitive hearing.

Still, he couldn’t be happier about his current state, and it was with a relaxed smile and his head lazily resting onto the door that the lagomorph admired the view surrounding him.

“Isn’t space beautiful, Sammy ?” he asked with a dreamy sigh.

No response. Not even a noise of acknowledgment. How rude ! Max turned around to repeat himself, only to stop once he noticed his husband’s severe expression. The handsome dog was looking straight ahead, teeth gritted, his continuous tapping suddenly being a lot more akin to a nervous stim rather than the result of having a song stuck in his head.

“Sammy baby,” the pet name earned him the wolfhound’s attention, “what’s going on ?”

“…Nothing you should worry about, little buddy,” his ever-so-sweet partner answered, still focused on the nonexistent road ahead. Max kept staring in silence, wanting to know more, until Sammy noticed him through a short glance. “My arm is doing fine, no need to worry about that,” he added, taking a second to lift his injured limb to prove his point before letting it rest on the car door again.

Unsatisfied with this answer, and quite disliking the aura of worry Sammy was giving off when he was supposed to feel true bliss like himself and everyone else on Earth, Max hopped closer, putting his only paw on the one Sammy was using for the steering wheel, letting it trail down to gently caress the dog’s arm.

“You’re awfully tense, Sammy,” the rabbit commented.

“I’ll be feeling better once we get that bullet out of my other arm and fly right back to look for your vices,” Sammy explained.

“But honey, I don’t need my vices. I’m happy just as I am now !”

Sammy’s only response was a look of pity that made Max shiver in a bad way. Something was very wrong with Sammy, and he hated it. His partner’s emotions were off, nothing like what Hugh Bliss had wanted. It was filling Max’s own mind with negative emotions. Worry, sadness, guilt…for a second, it was as if all those voices were back, telling him it was his fault his dear husband was so unhappy.

No, all those emotions were wrong and needed to be purged. With a shake of his head, Max made all those voices silent again. He needed to make his partner happy, to get those pesky emotions out, preferably permanently !

Distract him

The lagomorph froze as he heard Hugh Bliss’ lovely voice from deep within his mind, speaking to him like a god answering his deepest prayers.

We can’t have Sam reach the Earth with such colorless emotions, now can we ?

Distract him. Do something to make him see the light. After all, don’t you want him to live in pure bliss ?

Max smiled to himself. Yes…yes he did want his wondrous partner to live in pure bliss, never to feel any negative emotion wearing him down, just endless happiness…

I’m sure you will find a way to keep him from getting back to Earth in such a state. But you need to do it now before it’s too late !

“Sammy, dearest ?”

No response.

“Sammy, please stop the car,” he tried to sound as stern as possible.

“I- what ?!”

“Stop the car !” Max made a jump for the steering wheel, causing the wolfhound to panic and brake instinctively.

“Max, what in the world are you doi-” Sammy was silenced when Max hopped on his lap to kiss him, holding tight onto his partner’s fluffy ear. While the surprised dog didn’t return the kiss, he made no attempt to stop him either.

“…What was all of that for ?” dear Sammy asked once the lagomorph pulled away.

“I told you, sweetie. You need to ease down,” to drive his point further, the bunny let his paw run down Sammy’s tense jaw.

“We don’t have time for this !” the flustered wolfhound insisted, “We need to find your vices, and quick ! Who knows what obscure and unreachable places they might go to if we don’t hurry !”

Before Max could retort, his husband grabbed his sides and attempted to pull the rabbit up. However, his small partner held onto the dog’s jacket, very much determined not to budge.

“Don’t make me use force on you,” Sammy warned with what was obviously an empty threat. Max knew such a sweet man would never hurt him, not in a way he disliked at least. So, instead of letting the wolfhound haul him back to the passenger seat, the bunny went on to snuggle into his partner’s neck. “Max…”

Max had to say, he was surprised by how gentle dear Sammy was being with him. Usually, the dog wouldn’t even hesitate to grab him and toss him away in the car’s backseats, if not lock him in the trunk. Now that he thought about it, the talkative wolfhound had also been remarkably silent outside of obsessing over finding his vices. Even then, Sammy had been talking to himself for the most part, barely giving anything more than a sad glance whenever Max would reply. It was as if Sammy didn’t know what to do with his partner…

Was it because of something he did ? No…no, it was all those negative emotions that were plaguing Sammy’s mind ! Hugh Bliss was right, he had to save his precious husband from those horrendous feelings !

Max started leaving trails of kisses along the dog’s jawline, all while a purr escaped his body. He took it as a victory when he felt the paws on his hips lessen their grip. Sammy’s walls were crumbling.

“There you go ! See, isn’t this much better ?” the lagomorph cooed in his partner’s ear.

“Max,” the wolfhound pushed the rabbit’s head back to look him in the eyes, “As much as I appreciate such a tender and barf-inducing moment, we really don’t have time for this.”

“Of course we have time, honey,” Max replied, grabbing the dog’s paw with his own, “Besides, what good will it make to have you run around the whole country all stressed out ? Shouldn’t you be calm and collected for the task at hand ? Don’t you want me to help you, just like you want to help me ? I can make it all better for you.~ ”

“…I guess I can’t really argue with that,” and with that, the dog’s guard was completely down. Max giggled before pressing his lips against his partner’s, happy to feel the dog holding him close.

For a good minute, that was all they did, kissing and nuzzling, only interrupting themselves whenever Max was laughing or Sammy was licking the lagomorph’s face. And as Max felt genuine happiness and contentment coming from his husband, he knew now was the time to act. After all, he still needed to make sure those feelings would never fade.

“Feels good, doesn’t it ? To be so peaceful…” the wolfhound hummed in response, nose pressed against the rabbit’s neck. “We could be like that forever if you want,” as he spoke, Max slowly let his paw trail up until he reached the base of Sammy’s hat. “We’re going to be so happy together,” he whispered while slowly lifting up the hat, pleased to see a faint rainbow glow appear in his partner’s eyes. “Just as soon as you accept true bliss into your heart…”

It was then that he felt the dog stiffen under him, making the lagomorph freeze in surprise, knowing he just got caught. Before Max realized what was happening, Sammy held onto his hat with one paw, using his other to throw the rabbit onto the other side of the Desoto.

“Nice try, Hugh Bliss,” Sammy spat as he readjusted his hat, “but it’ll take more than a cute distraction to get me under your vicious color-based grip.”

“Sammy !” Max tried to protest, but it was too late. The wolfhound was already starting the car again, resuming his flight back to Earth with newfound determination. No matter how much the lagomorph tried to protest, Sammy ignored him, telling him to wait until Hugh Bliss was done for.

Defeated, Max sent a mental apology to the magnificent leader and settled down against his husband, gripping the dog’s arm. Again, Sammy didn’t acknowledge him, but at least he wasn’t protesting.

With Hugh Bliss’ influence growing and Max doubting anything could be done to stop his wonderful reign, the lagomorph sure hoped the human would be merciful when ultimately punishing his precious partner…

#Sam and Max #SamandMax #Freelance Husbands #Hugh Bliss #Blissed out Max #Telltale games #my fanfics #take a shot everytime you see the world 'paw' 😅#also about that long-ass line at the very beginning that is supposed to be the type of long-ass thing Sam says : there was an attempt #seriously I genuinely want to applaud the people working on Sam and Max who manage to come up with so many 'holy-' lines #because it is SO HARD to have ideas for those !

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