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air-seaprimal · 7 months

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I ‘m half hoping Callum isn’t completely lucid ounce the moon fam is out of the coins (I ‘ed imagine it’s very draining magic)

Cut to Rayla desperately trying to explain everything with Callum about to fall over in the background.

#tdp #the dragon prince #callum #rayla #callum tdp #rayllum #tdp ezran #ezran #headcanon #rayla tdp #moonfam #i kinda wanna write it #tdp runaan #runaan #taidrian #lain

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sheeperzzz · 4 months

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I want to see Dread Knucks finding Angel Island and seeing the Master Emerald. Maybe meeting Locke too idk

#sonic prime #i had this idea late at night and only now got to type it #i kinda wanna write it #knuckles the dread #angel islands #write/doodle idea

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heymacy · 11 months

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AU Tag Game 🥂

i was tagged by @creepkinginc, @metalheadmickey, @energievie, and @deathclassic to participate in this fun writing exercise/tag game! here we goooooo!

rules: use this au generator to assign you an au, this fan fiction trope generator to give you a trope/situation/sometimes another au, feel free to keep clicking until you get something that inspires you.

then try to come up with the title, plot, vibe, and details of a fic including whatever the generators gave you. you don’t actually have to write it, just put the concept into the world! this is basically just a thought experiment.

au generator gave me: Prohibition Era AU

fic trope generator gave me: Make one cradle the other’s face.

title: The Great Gallagher

let’s plot:

Chicago, 1929.

Mickey Milkovich is a bootlegger from the South Side. Working under his father, a terrifying man with a fearsome reputation, Mickey provides liquor to the North Side’s fanciest speakeasies and wealthiest clientele.

Ian Gallagher is a rich Northsider, self-made through a myriad of illegal, alcohol-adjacent ventures. The Chicago police are beginning to bear down on him but it doesn’t really matter – his money and connections keep him safe.

When his normal distributor is killed in a car crash and his business dissolved, Ian must find another provider to stock his cabinets for his many wild, raucous parties.

Enter Mickey.

Their first meeting is at a cafe. Completely innocuous, the two men share lunch and discuss their arrangements. I ain’t gettin’ caught doin’ some stupid shit just ‘cause you like to party / Don’t worry Mr. Milkovich, I assure you that won’t happen. They leave the cafe with a deal in hand: Mickey will provide Ian with all the alcohol his heart desires and in exchange, Ian will provide Mickey with the best connections in the business – manufacturers, chemists, speakeasy owners, and the like. The deal is good. Infallible, even.

Until it’s not.

After a few months of doing business together, mostly through Ian’s many lackeys, Mickey’s father’s house is raided and the entire family is taken in. Fortunately for him, Mickey was down at the South Shore docks, smoking and having one of his classic existential crises, when the cops came crashing through his doors.

Arriving back home to an empty house, broken windows, and obvious signs of a raid, Mickey is lost. Never before has he been without his family and, despite the relief of his abusive father’s absence, he’s terrified of what the raid means for his siblings and his future. With no friends outside of their team, all of whom are in jail, Mickey doesn’t know who to turn to.

And somehow, he ends up at Ian’s.

The guy’s got money and connections, he tells himself. He can help me figure this out. Help spring Mandy, Iggy, and Colin from the joint. The four of them can revamp the business, make it safer, quieter, more efficient than it was under his father’s rule. Ian can help with that. Of course he can.

It’s late when he arrives. Ian opens the door to a rain-soaked Mickey and invites him inside, offering him a towel, a change of clothes, and a place to sleep. Once Mickey’s dried off and fitted with one of Ian’s giant sleep shirts and too-large pajama pants, the two men sit in Ian’s study with glasses of whiskey and a strange, growing tension between the two of them. After all, Mickey had just run to Ian in the rain, turning to him in his time of need.

That has to mean something, right?

They talk. Mickey tells him everything. About the business, his father, his siblings, the raid, all of it. Ian sits, and he listens, and he takes it all in without offering up any opinions or thoughts. Just listening. Just letting Mickey speak.

When Mickey stops talking, he hates himself. Why did he share all of that with someone that’s basically a stranger? They’re business associates, not friends. He doesn’t have any friends, and that’s for good reason. The less invested you are, the easier it is to move through the world with your own best interests in mind.

I’m sorry, Ian offers, sympathetic look plastered on his face. And for some reason, that makes something inside of Mickey break. Nobody’s ever apologized to him before. Not for his circumstances, not for hurting him, not for anything. His hardened persona, egged on by his father’s abuse, has made him impervious to emotion. So why did his brain and body choose now to break down?

Mickey cries. He covers his face in his hands and he cries, exhausted from life, exhausted from running, exhausted from the stress of worrying about his siblings being locked up in a cold, damp, terrifying place. Ian sets down his drink and gets up, walking over to Mickey and kneeling before him.

“It’s going to be okay,” he promises. “I’m going to help you. We’ll get them out.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“I just know. I’ve done this before. Sprung people. You’d be shocked how many dirty cops there are in Chicago. Hell, half the police force are regulars at my parties. I’ve seen the Captain down at Jerry’s Speakeasy on more than one occasion. It won’t be hard to convince them to let your family go.”

Mickey sighs deeply. Wipes his eyes. Looks down at Ian, who reaches up, cradling his face. He wipes a single tear away with his thumb, stroking Mickey’s cheek so softly, so gently, Mickey doesn’t know what to do.

Time ticks. The tension of the moment builds. Then suddenly, Ian surges forward in a leap of faith and kisses Mickey, hard and frantic, desperate and aching. Mickey kisses him back, lips and fingertips sparking, his body lit up by the contact.

They kiss and they touch and the next thing you know, Mickey’s shirt is being pulled over his head and Ian is shrugging out of his slacks and the two men fall together, naked, in a tangled heap on the rug.

The sex is electric. The release is explosive, like fireworks on New Year’s Eve. A new beginning, full of promise and potential.

They lie there afterwards, catching their breath, in disbelief of what just happened. But not regretful. No, not regretful.

“Wow,” Ian breathes.

“Yeah,” Mickey replies. Then it’s silent, save for their soft breathing.

Ian turns to look at Mickey, returning his own euphoric grin.

“Wanna go again?” he asks, unable to mask the hope in his voice.

Mickey’s grin turns into a smirk.

“Absolutely.”

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not tagging anyone because i’m suuuuuuuper late to the game on this one but if you want to participate, consider yourself tagged! 💛

#i will not lie to y'all #even though i kinda just wrote it #i kinda wanna write it #uh ohhhhh spaghetti-ooooo #tag games #*macywords

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girly-blogging · 2 years

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what if bruce’d found a pregnancy test inside the trash can and he just goes insane trying to figure out who does it belong to.

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mysticmunson · 2 years

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eddie having a gf that plays piano and always getting her to play for him and it instantly relaxes him. he’s a metal head at heart, but hearing her play ‘i fall in love too easily’ by chet baker has him wooing in minutes

#i kinda wanna write it #eddie munson #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fic #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson blurb #eddie stranger things #elora writes #Spotify

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zuppizup · 2 years

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oh she probably talks to herself like “you fucking idiot how can you be this much of a failure” and that little voice in her head telling her she’s worthless has definitely gotten bigger with callum deficiency

And then, like @blutopaz15 angsty suggestion, she hears Callum whispering to her. Sweet things, nice things... telling her he misses her... loves her still...

But she’s clearly going crazy because there's no way he would care about her after all this time and what she's done.

Not a useless failure like her...

#i hurt myself in my confusion #i kinda wanna write it #anon asks #thanks for the ask!#and the pain 😭#rayllum #the dragon prince #tdp #tdp spoilers

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the-blaze-empress · 1 year

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i am thinking about a hunger games au where for some reason katniss was denied the ability to volunteer for prim so prim went in, allied with rue and peeta and thresh and used her knowledge of healing and medicine to basically grant her immunity in the arena because while at first she was just healing her allies she couldnt just sit there and leave someone to die even if they were her enemy. how does it end? not entirely sure but perhaps the face of the new rebellion is a 12 yr old blonde girl with her shirt untucked

#original thoughts in their natural habitat #ive been thinking about this for literal weeks #i kinda wanna write it #it would be a really interesting study at least #just working out what could conceivably happen with prim instead of katniss #what would have to change and what would stay the same?#also prim and rue friendship i want it so bad

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ladylovesalatte · 1 year

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in place of Kusokawa, Iwa calls his boyfriend Koikawa when they're alone and he's feeling extra affectionate

#iwaoi #iwa-chan's secret weapon really #it turns oikawa into a blushing messy blob each time #i just KNOW iwa-chan is a closet softie when it comes to exactly one boi #bc oikawa is his beloved #i've just been thinking about these two so much lately #haikyuu ships #i kinda wanna write it

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air-seaprimal · 10 months

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I really want to see Callum go apeshit or apeshit adjacent because someone says the wrong thing about Rayla. Can you imagine the fear a pissed off sky mage, prince would cause if rubbed the wrong way.

Especially if say someone tried to insult Rayla or something as part of some courtly scheming. It would be amazing.

#tdp #the dragon prince #callum #rayla #callum tdp #rayllum #headcanon #I wish this was in more fanfics #I kinda wanna write it

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scritch-scratches · 2 years

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I don’t usually dream of fandom stuff, but I had the most detailed dream of Detective Conan’s finale last night…

#it was good #and probably way better than the real deal will be #I kinda wanna write it

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calswildflcwer · 2 years

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I kinda wanna write a one shot or a series with a reader who suffers regular chronic panic attacks (this totally isn’t me self projecting… No, couldn’t be 👀) and like Camilo or Carlos see them having a panic attack one day and like kinda help reader through it and like idk, maybe it ends in a kiss or something (like stiles and lydia in teen wolf).

Like this 👇🏻👇🏻

#panic attack #tw; mentions of panic attacks #totally not self projecting rn #lmao #I’ve never had help through a panic attack tho #but yeah #idk #I kinda wanna write it #but I also don’t want it to be triggering for people yanno?#bees thoughts #bees fics #bees rambles #bee rambles #bee shitposts #bee talk time

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girly-blogging · 2 years

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thinking about baby girl!morpheus and a they/them!lucifer making out maybe i’ve never been more queer

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chaos-bringer-13 · 3 months

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I just told mom about some bits of Danny Phantom lore and it basically went like this:

Me: So, this kid goes into his mad scientists parents' portal, activates it, sorta dies and instantly resurrects as a half ghost.

Mom, terrified: Poor mother.

Me: Nah, his parents didn't actually notice, they're kinda negligent, too invested into their work.

Mom, more terrified: Poor children.

#danny phantom #this is how you react to being exposed to dp lore #she looked so ready to adopt danny and jazz that instant #kinda wanna write fanfiction with mom #she would write the best angst #and also amazing crack #she's good at death jokes and dark humour #how do i get my mother into phanfiction

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unclewaynemunson · 6 months

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Pt2 to this post

'Is something wrong?' Nancy asks, not long after the two of them have taken their familiar spots on the hood of Steve's car. They're basking in what might be the last warm sunlight of the year, looking out over the quarry, at a safe distance from the edge.

It's become a tradition the two of them share, ever since they reconnected back in March. It calms them both, to just sit here and take in the view, no one around but each other. Nancy is one of the few people Steve can share a comfortable silence with: sometimes they sit here quietly for what feels like hours, side by side, listening to music or to nothing but the birds singing around them. But they also have their best conversations here: it's the place where Nancy entrusted him she wanted to break up with Jonathan; it's the place where they talked about their shared past and decided they would always love each other as friends; it's the place where they finally talked about Barbara in a way they couldn't when they were younger. It's where Nancy talked about the ghosts still haunting her and Steve talked about how lonely he sometimes felt.

Steve huffs. 'How did you guess?'

'When you frown, you always do it with your whole face,' Nancy notes. 'So it's hard to miss, really.'

Steve glances at her side profile. There's a serenity to her features that's still relatively new. It means she's healing, slowly learning how to be happy again. It means she stopped waiting for the end of the world and started believing in a real future again. It makes Steve proud of how far they both have come.

'I had a fight with Eddie,' he confesses. 'And with Dustin, I guess.'

'What happened?'

He sighs. 'It's complicated.'

'Wanna tell me about it?'

The look in her eyes is kind and inviting. Steve hesitates. He wants to, but he doesn't know if he can. It's a risk. It's scary.

But he can't imagine Nancy Wheeler ever being careless with his secrets. He can't imagine her judging him, can't imagine her being as small-minded as most people in this town.

He was planning on telling her anyway, because things had been going so well with Eddie lately and – no, he shouldn't think about that right now. But maybe it would actually be nice to talk about it with Nancy.

'So, um...' His throat feels tight and his hands are sweaty. 'I recently discovered some things about myself. I-' The words get stuck somewhere on the way to his mouth, and he clears his throat.

Nancy doesn't push, but only gives him an encouraging nod, waiting for him to find his voice again.

'I found out I like boys,' he finally manages to confess. 'And I need you to know that – that that doesn't mean that what I felt for you wasn't real. It was. I loved you, and now I fell in love with a boy. And-'

'Steve.' Nancy's hand suddenly covers his, causing him to finally jerk his head away from the view over the quarry, to focus on her face again instead.

Her eyes are wide, and she squeezes his hand.

'You don't have to explain yourself to me,' she tells him. 'We're good. But thank you for telling me. For trusting me with this.'

Steve heaves out a relieved sigh, and Nancy smiles; it's that genuine kind of smile which reveals all kinds of dimples and soft lines across her face.

'We might be more similar than you thought,' she tells him, a faint blush spreading over her cheeks.

'Really?' Her words make his breath catch in his throat. He squints at her, trying to see her in this new light. 'Are you saying what I think you're saying?'

She shrugs. 'I don't know. I'm not sure yet,' she admits. 'Still figuring things out.'

'Take your time, there's no rush,' he tells her. 'But...' He bumps his shoulder against hers. 'When you're done figuring it out, talk to me, okay?'

She nods. 'Okay.'

For a while, it's quiet between the two of them. Some kind of raptor circles high above them in the sky. They both follow it with their eyes until it disappears among the tree tops west of the quarry.

'Is it Eddie?'

Steve blinks dumbly a couple of times.

'Wha- what?'

'The guy you were talking about. The one you fell in love with. It's Eddie, isn't it?'

'Jesus, Wheeler, what kind of sorceress are you?' Steve exclaims.

Nancy laughs again. 'You're not being as subtle as you think,' she tells him. 'The two of you have been hooking up for a while now, haven't you?'

Steve huffs dramatically. 'This is unfair. You know everything; I can't even tell you my own secrets anymore!'

'So what happened?' Nancy asks. 'You said you had a fight with him?'

'It's fucking stupid,' he sighs. 'Dustin was getting way too excited about the fact that I was gonna be hanging out with you, so I told him I was seeing someone. Next thing I knew, he was telling Eddie all about how I was seeing a girl.' He waves his hands around to make annoyed air quotations. 'I wanted to tell Eddie it was a misunderstanding, but Dustin was there, so I couldn't out us just like that, and he looked so betrayed and heartbroken... He didn't wanna listen to me.'

Steve sighs; he still can't manage to forget that look in Eddie's eyes when Dustin delivered the big news. 'I wish I would've talked about what I felt for him earlier. I should've been honest when I had the chance, y'know. But I was afraid he wouldn't wanna label what we had, that he wouldn't feel the same way – and now we're in this whole mess. God, he must hate me right now, Nance.'

To his surprise, Nancy gives him an unexpected slap against his arm.

'Ouch, what the hell was that for?!'

'What are you even doing here with me, Steve? You should've gone after him, tell him how you feel!'

'I tried, obviously, but he didn't wanna listen to me!'

'So make him listen! You're in love with him, he obviously feels the same way about you, and you let him leave to wallow in a broken heart he doesn't even need to have!' She rolls her eyes and slides off the car, adding something under her breath that sounds suspiciously like an exasperated 'Boys!' before she pulls Steve off the car as well. 'C'mon, time to get your ass over to the trailer park. Right. Now,' she says through gritted teeth. And, well, Steve knows better than to argue with a determined - and truthfully quite terrifying - Nancy Wheeler.

Read the last part here Taglist: @withacapitalp @ultimatedreamer104 @irregular-child @jcmadgirl @estrellami-1 @myguiltyartpleasure @hallucinatedjosten @jaybren @thew1ldblueyonder @melodymeddler @alycatavatar @zoeweee @lolawonsstuff @fairy-princette @saramelaniemoon @phirex22 @krazyperson @xxsky-shockxx (I only put people on this list who explicitly asked to be tagged. That's really no problem, I love to do that so dw about asking, but I got a lot of relatively vague reactions to the previous post that i'm not gonna dissect and interpret, bc I don't wanna clog anyone's notes unwanted. So just to be clear: i consider it a huge compliment if anyone asks for a tag but please do it clearly if you do!)

#look i can and i will exploit the miscommunication trope until yall are sick and tired of it #bc steddie is actually the perfect couple for keeping that trope believable #they're idiots with terrible communication skills it's canon #they WOULD #“can't you just talk to him?” “wait what i can????” IT'S SO THEM OKAY #nancy is the only sane person here i don't make the rules #don't mind me rambling about stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #nancy wheeler #platonic stancy #(i love platonic stancy they mean the world to me)#(i truly didn't mean to trick anyone into reading about them this just kinda. happened. idk)#this is making me wanna write more about their friendship actually they deserve their own fic #stranger things #fruity ficlet

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bleakqblake · 2 years

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Would you guys read a fantasy story about a non-binary child being raised by a grumpy retired military general?

#writing #probably not original #i kinda wanna write it

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