Everyday I fight the urge of writing a destiel fic where everything is the same but Dean has a baby girl (the mother didn't want to be involved cause they were both young, like 24 maybe.) So Dean is like "well I guess I'm gonna parent this child now" and yeah he raised Sam and he did the best job he could with the circumstances they were given, but something about this little girl makes Dean wanna cry everytime he looks at her and thinks how he doesn't know how to give her a better life.

Anyway she would be two at the first season and Dean would put her hair up in silly hairstyles and Sam just has to reset himself when he enters the impala during the first episode and there is just baby stuff on the back seat.

When Cas shows up the baby gets attached to him really fast and Cas, who has never interacted with a baby before, holds her by the back of her clothes like she is a kitten.

Thinking of those stories of innocent, oblivious employees of those advertising call companies accidentally calling sensitive/confidential government numbers.

Thinking of one of those employees, fresh off a too-short lunch, calling the next one in their list. As soon as the call picks up, they launch into their scripted spiel.

Not even halfway through, a rough voice demands, “how did you get this number?”

They start to say their canned response - this isn’t the first time some overworked person has been annoyed at their call.

“No, how did you GET it? You shouldn’t have this number. This is a confidential SAS line.”

And the poor caller, in a fit of horror and confusion, blurts, “please hold” and smashes the button.

Stares at the line for a solid five minutes, blinking spots from their vision. Then trudges to the managers office because THERES NO PROTOCOL FOR THIS.

Except by the time they sort it all out, there’s a huge buff soldier at their call center, with an entire time along with him, demanding to speak to them.

Thusly, they meet Captain John Price who should NOT be so endeared by their blushing apologies that they “panicked, I’m so sorry sir, this has never happened before, I’ve only worked here a few months, PLEASE don’t arrest me.”

And, through the power of accidental cuteness, the employee secured themselves a military sugar daddy 😌

dean absolutely would try to name their magic angel grace + soul fusion baby zeppelin. regardless of gender he's like, "that's a perfectly good name for a baby!" (jackles did it with his kid. and dean was possessing him when he did) cas is like no<3 dean pouts abt it a lot. he's like "c'mon. zepp? zee? zeppy? lin ! soo many cute little nicknames. cas, think about it. zee. bee. zeebee. bzzzz. like a bee." cas: "you do realize i was insane when i said i was fascinated by bees. and that i thought they were the perfect representation of the oppressive angelic hierarchy?" dean: "uhhh. ok....but. you do like the honey at the farmer's market. and you have that one yellow sweater. and bees are cute 🥺 like our baby will be. our baby bee. our bizzee bee. zee! zeppy-zee. cas, please."

this is an ongoing conversation, they have not yet reached any agreement on the name. the magic baby is "due" in three weeks. no, neither of them are pregnant. but yes one of them is housing the little soul+grace orb of energy which will then be transplanted into a lump of clay earth through an ancient enochian ritual that will turn the clay into a body for the baby. yes i've thought abt this before. also both parents gotta mix their blood with the clay as an ingredient in the ritual.

"We welcome you, EMPLOYEE NAME NOT FOUND, and know you'll enjoy your new job here at the Freddy Fazbear Mega-PizzaPlex!" "Uh, I actually used to work here, but... yeah, okay, thanks, haha." It's been half a decade since you've been here, but nostalgia, or something like it, has you here again, donning the uniform once more and hopeful that this will be just what you need after the last few years. Eager to meet an old friend, you find that in your impatience you've gotten yourself into a mess you're not sure you will come out of happier. The old friend you've missed is now two strangers, but you want that friend back badly enough to choose to rekindle the relationship using the bits and pieces the two strangers seem to recall. You make new friends, here- and you tell yourself that that's fine, and you're happy now, with two friends and that sense of familiarity and comfort this place fills you with. But nothing seems to fill the void that's eating you from the inside. And while you know you just need to choose to be happier, things keep getting stranger- soon your new friends are acting even odder than before, and you're not sure how to help them. And what's with that new security guard and her weird mask, anyway?

anyway the Ruin dlc gave me so many brain worms and now i have a new fic idea yee haw *dies*

Concept: While on the holodeck with the crew, something goes wrong with the Doctor’s mobile emitter. Everyone’s pattern is copied into the thing and he can’t stop it from cycling between them. B’Elanna is trying to fix him when his physical parameters switch so he looks exactly like her. 

But suddenly! There’s an emergency onboard the ship. The Doctor’s faulty program will have to wait. 

So it’s just an entire episode where the Doctor is played by every other cast member. He treats patients looking like Chakotay, turns around and suddenly he looks like Neelix. He sedates an alien intruder with a hypospray looking like Harry. 

shun and chiyo run a joint youtube channel where they make gacha content for one anothers ocs. chiyo makes glmvs and shun makes glmms

Fic concept that somebody should totally steal from me number 5:

Dennis is still in denial about, or unaware of , the fact that he’s in love with Mac and cannot figure out for the life of him WHY he keeps having BIG GAY DREAMS ABOUT MAC

(I was having a lot of fun playign with brushes okay)

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I think it'd be funny if someone wrote a one shot of the ghoul boys ghost hunting in New York and they run into the rottmnt turtles and Ryan is hyperventilating and Shane is just sitting back like, "Oh wow, these are really impressive costumes."

A few TOH fic ideas I have been rotating around in my head for MONTHS now;

Coach Approach

Thanks to Professor Hermonculous' meddling in hopes of getting the team disbanned, the Emerald Entrails need to find an adult to serve as a Team Coach before their first official Flyer Derby Match. Logically, the team decides that it's due time for Darius to make up the whole kidnapping attempt thing to them and step up to fill the role, and Darius agrees to get them to shut up.

How hard can coaching a bunch of kids be, anyways?

How We Roll

(No Magic/High School AU) When Luz is invited to join an online DnD Group DM'd by Masha, she is quick to agree in order to help her sister Vee get closer to her crush. Little does she know that there is plenty of drama and intrigue in store for herself as well as she meets friends, finds love, and lives out an epic story of teamwork and triumph over evil. Both at the table and off.

Make Yourself A(t) Home

Now entering their twenties, Luz, Amity, Willow, Gus, and Hunter have all left their High School days behind them and are starting careers and families. But like Hell is that gonna tear the Dream Team apart. Banding together, the gang work out a way to build a house that exists on both the Boiling Isles AND the Human Realm.

...That's probably fine. Right?

Healing Herbs

Haunted by the memory of Hunter’s brush with death, Willow decides to multitrack and learn some Healing Magic as well. Just so she is better prepared if anyone she cares about is ever hurt again. But is she truly prepared for the changes that this decision brings?

Teaching You a Thing or Two

Faced with the possibility of Luz and Hunter being expelled from Hexside while Amity and the twins are forced to live with her mother once more, Alador and Darius need to work together to prove that they are more capable of teaching Abomination magic to a teenager than Hermonculous is. Easy enough. How bad of a student can this Willow Park girl be, anyways?

OKAY SO IM A LITTLE SILLY GUY AND I WANNA WRITE A RIPTIDE AU WITH ONE OF THESE TROPES

For now im going with the top one, which characters should i do?

Ok, Dark Sea God Izzy thoughts...

Edward can't forget what Izzy is - being trapped in the middle of a burning ship and knowing death is coming only to have a god offer to save you... well that leaves an impression - but he tries not to think about it too much. Both for the aforementioned horror and because (he'll die before admitting this to another soul) everything happened so fast and chaotic that he doesn't fully remember what he agreed to. He just wanted to live.

Izzy, meanwhile, didn't actually intend to stay by Edward's side for decades. He grabbed a perfectly serviceable corpse, fixed it up, and then only meant to watch his new devotee / partner / master for a bit. But he hadn't actually been in a form much like a human in so long, he kinda forgot what it was like and everything was so novel. It was fun. He got distracted, and then by the time he remembered he'd planned to go back to the water he was fully enamored.

I like the fear thing. Maybe Izzy can only more directly do Sea God type things when part of or at minimum in the sea, so a lot of his day to day powers are more subtle and (initially) underwhelming then you'd expect from an eldritch being. Things like Fear. I also like the idea he can inflict people with Thirst (the saltwater kind).

He can talk to Button's seagulls but he refuses to unless they pay respects. Which they won't, because he's doing a stellar job of pretending not to be a god and also seagulls are stingy.

I think he should have eaten someone at least once. Sacrificial offering and all that. Or maybe he just makes a habit of licking spilled blood off his fingers and looking way too thrilled about it.

Back to the whole devotee / partner / master thing, literally neither of them knows who is actually in charge in this magic arrangement, assuming anyone is. Izzy is doing the thing where he's got an entirely different frame of reference, so "serving" Edward is not something he has to do or sees as work. He just wants to. But of course Edward occasionally remembers Izzy could change his mind and then that tricky little blood oath he owes him could come up again.

i wanna write a shapeshifter dean fic. like not a shapeshifter with dean's face. i mean like an AU where dean IS a shifter. i just think it would be neat. for the gender of it all. and the queer themes. y'know

the Skin-suit au,, a tale of readerbot and body horror 💕💕💕

(could also be called the Hello Again au uwu)

Basically! Yknow how it’s been canonized that the security breach location has a scooping room?? Well that got me thinking! And basically, What if Readerbot pulled an Ennard?

There's some kind of big 'accident' at the 'plex- all you know is there are dead people on the floor, there's an alarm going off somewhere, and you know, with a sinking feeling and a growing terror, that you, and every other animatronic in this place, are doomed for deconstruction. Whoever it was that killed these people- oh, god, these people... what had they even done, for this to have been done to them? Anything?- has officially doomed this place. There will be no walking back from this. Someone somewhere is screaming. If you hadn't known better, you would have thought it was you; more than ever, you know that if you had a voice box you would have screamed until it broke. You're scared, of course you're scared- you don't want to be deconstructed, to be dismantled down to your bare parts and tossed or repurposed. You're not alive, you know that, of course you do, but the fear feels as real as the blood soaking the bottoms of your feet. You don't want to die. But what could you do? There's no where you could hide, not in this place, especially not if... he, thought you deserved the dismantling the rest of your kind would be getting and decided to hunt you down himself. You can't just run, you're not fast, and where would you go? There would be nowhere in the world for a staff-bot, not even one meant to fix things. You're not a human- you'll never know that kind of freedom, to run and hide and go wherever you wanted... You stare down at the bodies, at the way your shadow falls over them. You're not a human, but... Out of all the animatronics in the 'plex, you're one that looks the most like one. And the 'plex has an old machine, down in the subbasement. The kind that used to be used to take endoskeletons out of their shells.

You hate yourself with every fiber of your being as you drag one of the people down to the old, boarded up room. You hate the feeling of the cold, dead weight scraping across the floor as you lay them in the center of the desolate space. You hate the sound of the machine coming to life and the dull crunch of it doing it's intended purpose. You hate the color red, and you hate the wet, heavy feeling of the disguise you are forcing yourself into. Then the clothes... You were never allowed to wear clothes, maybe a hat if you were lucky. You find that you hate wearing clothes. You hate the way you've contorted your body into this... suit. You hate what you've done to create it. But you can hear sirens outside, now, and people screaming. You don't want to die. So, wearing the skin of a person who never asked to be killed, you run, and hope that the person who owned this skin, whoever they were, will understand what you've done and have a little pity on you. But you are not a person. You are not alive.

Years later, you've found ways to hide in plain sight. It's not that different from what you did when you worked at the 'plex, really, only now you're wearing your newest 'disguise' and several layers of clothes on top of that, and no one knows that really you're an animatronic gone AWOL. You can go out early in the morning or late at night and purchase the little things you need, or find something broken but interesting and take it home to fix it up. Later, you can sell these things to get the money you need to stay in places and buy other small things you can use to fix other things. It's a small life, but it's... yours. You don't have any friends, and no one really talks to you like you are one of them, but that's okay. The story you have to explain your silence and whatever other oddities you display is that you grew up with a 'condition.' You've started to carry around an old handheld that you can type sentences into and then have it say them aloud, at least until you've perfected your make-shift voicebox a little more. It's still a work in progress, but having your own voice was something you'd always dreamed of...

Sometimes you need to fix yourself. Your legs hadn't been built to last forever, especially not in the real outside world like this. So, sometimes, you had to search through old scrap yards for pieces and parts you could use. It was... gruesome work, yes, but you liked to think that these strangers didn't mind you using what was left of them. In a way, it helped to think that you were... helping them to live on, in some weird, morbid way.

You were on one of your junk-yard expeditions when you found a couple of crates marked through with 'DEFUNCT- DESTROY IMMEDIATELY' and, getting your hopes up, decided to pry them open. When you saw the insides, you paused. You looked again at the writing on the crates- faint and worn out, almost invisible under the 'defunct' stamps, you could just make out the old Freddy Fazbear's logo.

You spent hours combing through the containers one by one, stuffing things into your pockets and loading up your duffle with odd miscellaneous things that brought back such clear memories you could practically hear the band on the stage, the happy cries and laughter of the kids, the cheerful banter of the other animatronics... You found an old Monty toy that had once opened and closed its jaws at the push of a button, but the spring had long since broken or fallen out entirely. It was very sad looking, discolored and worn, but it still had his glasses. You stuffed it into your jacket. You didn't want to dwell on the choking sadness these things brought to you, but to leave them here would hurt even more.

And then you had broken open the last one, and, amongst the shreds of soggy paper and bits of debris, lay a familiar animatronic.

The daycare attendant, after all this time, had found you again- or, really, you had found him.

(skinsuit!readerbot takes the dca home and tries to fix them up, only to realize that they don't recognize them as the old staffbot from the 'plex, nor do they realize that they aren't human. shenanigans ensue,, including at some point Sun sees readerbot take the skin off their hand, fix a stuck joint, then put the skin back on. Moon does not believe him)

(yes they all fall in love)

(im a basic bitch ok leave me alone idk what u were expecting)

Concept: Werewolf by Night fic where reader is a newly turned werewolf and stumbles up to Jack after being hurt during the full moon. Just like “hey I heard you could help me?” And then we get poor sweet jack all tired and bruised up himself running to the aid of some fellow monster he has never met.

Would anyone read that???

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