#it's not really a full plot idea

[flythesail]

Okay so maybe I turn this oshamir idea into an original novel

[callmeizukunotdeku]

one of my favorite brands of Jason and Tim angst is when Jason realizes that Bruce had been treating Tim like his replacement, not as Robin, but as Jason

Robin's a mantel, a mask that gets passed down from one brother to the next

Jason is a person. full stop.

just,,, something about making Jason's thinking shift from "Bruce replaced me by getting another son" to "Bruce found a kid that looks like me and he acts like the kid is me"

and Jason trying to bring this up with Tim, who knows better and expects worse just replying "at least, now that you're back, he's stopped calling me by your name"

and Jason is like "no, no, you should be asking so much more from him; this is Batman for god's sake"

"yeah" Tim agrees "I asked him to keep me around even though he doesn't need me any more. he seemed to be fine with the idea"

"need you? tim that's a fully grown adult he doesn't need you to do anything for him"

and Tim just gives him a you haven't seen the half of it look and Jason remembers that technically he's right

tim didn't need to do anything, he needed to be someone. and now that Jason is back, he doesn't need to be anyone anymore

but how much of himself did he lose trying to become someone else?

[kettlefire]

A Panic in Time (DP x DC)

This is all thanks to the awesome @tkiesai for basically being the foundation of this idea! This is probably going to be long, and probably won't delve that deep into my ideas about this idea. Largely so it's not insanely long. But here I go!

°•°•°•°

Bruce's head felt like it had been shoved through a straw and spit out on the other side. The throbbing was annoying, but it wasn't anything the man couldn't handle.

His mind was muddled, memories of what happened prior to him awaking was blurry and unsure. Bruce knew it wasn't something good.

He vaguely remembered a league meeting, a threat, something looming. It wasn't world ending, or at least that's what Bruce remembered. It should have been something they could handle.

But now, here was Bruce. Waking up in the grass of some random park. He was dressed in casual attire, something he'd wear in public as Bruce. Although last he remembered he was in the Batsuit.

The sun felt too bright in the sky. The sound of families filled the air and children's laughter. No one seemed to blink twice at Bruce as he pulled himself together.

It took a moment to steel himself, to gain composer again. It took a few sweet lines, and a charming smile for a nice mother to slide him a few painkillers. The lies rolling off his tongue like second nature.

To his luck there was a newspaper at the top of the trashcan. He was in some town called Amity Park, and the year... the year was the problem.

It was 1996. Whatever had happened had sent Bruce back in time. There was a few suspects Bruce can think were the cause of this. But something in his gut kept drawing his train of thought to the Flash.

It seemed like each time the League had any time related problems, Barry was in the center of it. Which also leaves Bruce with the question if he was the only one sent back in time.

God, he could only imagine the nightmare if the others were sent back in time. Yes, they can be professional. They understand the risk of changing things in the past.

But Bruce also understands that his team can be less than... intelligent at times.

Despite that, Bruce needed to find a way to get back to Gotham. He might not know for sure where everyone was right now, but he knew Alfred was the safest bet.

A plan laid out in Bruce's mind, a list of people he knew wouldn't be a risk to approach. He just needed to find a way to get to them. He had barely made it to the gates of the park before a shrill cry pierced the air.

There was just one loud outcry, before it quieted down. Bruce glance around the space, spotting a young boy curled on the ground. Tears streamed down the boy's chubby cheeks.

And no one even moved to the boy's aid. Not a single mother spared more than one glance in the kid's directions. No parents came rushing over to the boy's side.

Bruce almost walked away, he really did. This wasn't his time, anything he does can cause immense damage to the timeline. But when Bruce caught sight of blood bubbling from a scrape on the boy's knee, Bruce couldn't ignore him.

Maybe it's just the father in him, but Bruce barely even notices when he's crossing the small distance. His mind zeroing in on a hurt child that needed help. Kneeling before the small boy with a gentle smile, and pulling his handkerchief free from his pocket.

"You're alright there, buddy. It looks like you took a bit of a tumble there." Bruce slipped into the same tone he used to use when his kids were young. Gentle and understanding, as he pressed the handkerchief to the small scrape.

The boy sniffled, tears slipping from his eyes. Bruce was more focused on the way the kid was looking at him. Like he couldn't fathom someone coming to his aid.

That look had Bruce's heart breaking slightly. He's seen a similar look before. The few times he's come to the aid of a hurt child that wasn't used to getting help.

Something no child should ever feel or experience.

"Where's your parents, kiddo?" Bruce asked after a moment of silence from the boy. He had waited until the kid's breathing settled down when the boy's chest stopped pumping so quickly.

Except his question only seemed to bring a new wave of tears to the boy's eyes. The small child just seemed to curl into himself further, ducking his gaze away from Bruce.

And as much as Bruce didn't want it to be true, it was clear the kid didn't have the support he needed. It might not as be as far as some of Bruce's kids have had in the past.

But it was clearly not good.

"That's okay, it's alright. What's your name?" Bruce tried again. The boy's silence was leaving an uncomfortable pit in Bruce's stomach.

"D-Danny..." The boy spoke out his name between sniffles, and Bruce felt a wave of relief hearing the boy speak.

In hindsight, Bruce can see how strange the scene might look. A slightly disheveled man comforting a lone young boy in a park. It wasn't exactly perfect.

But with the lack of reactions from the parents around, Bruce had a feeling the town had an idea who this boy was. The whole situation just didn't feel that right for him.

It took a few more comments before Bruce managed to get the boy to crack a smile. A laugh had felt like breaking a massive wall.

Before long, Bruce had Danny actually like any other boy he's known. Carefree and happy, just like a child should be.

"You didn't tell me your name, mister." Danny had suddenly cut down the relaxed moment they were in. A pout laced the boy's lips as he looked up at Bruce, almost accusatory.

"I'm Bruce. Bruce Wayne." Bruce responded without missing a beat. He knew this might cause problems in the future. He wasn't supposed to be here.

But when his gut is telling him something, he can't just ignore it. He checked his pockets, finding no business cards anywhere. So, Bruce fell back in plan B.

"No matter how long it's been from now, you can come to me for help. Just look for Bruce Wayne in Gotham City, and when you find me... just say Fairbanks sent you."

Bruce wasn't sure if he'll ever see Danny again when he goes back to his own time. Wasn't even sure if this was the same universe as his own. But he couldn't walk away without at least offering the boy help in some way.

When Danny's eyes filled up with tears again, Bruce thought he said something wrong at first. That was until the boy was suddenly clinging to his shoulders in a tight embrace, muttering 'thank you' over and over again.

Bruce felt himself almost close to tears just from that alone. His heart was aching for the small boy. Even if Bruce couldn't help Danny anymore than this, he was hoping the boy would have a better life.

One where he wasn't clinging to a stranger for comfort that family should be providing him.

THWAMP

It didn't hurt, but it did cut their hug short as Bruce suddenly pulled away. Turning his head to see a young girl wielding a wiffle bat, and another young boy standing behind her.

Her purple eyes glared at Bruce like he had done the worst thing in the world. Her grip on the bat was threatening and ready to swing again. Her knuckles white from the tight grip alone.

Maybe leaving this time era might not be as easy as Bruce thought as the young girl probbed him with angry and scolding questions. Not that Bruce could blame her.

He just hoped this hiccup didn't get back to the league. They'd have a field day hearing about how Batman got scolded by a child with a wiffle bat.

°•°•°•°•°•°

Danny wasn't sure if this was the best idea. It's been years since he met Bruce Wayne. So many years. Danny had just been a kid, not even ten, when Bruce had introduced himself.

When he had an adult, actually check in on him. Yet, it was a memory Danny couldn't forget. Maybe it was just the kindness that Bruce radiated.

Or maybe it was when Sam came to his "rescue" near the end. Regardless, it was cemented in his mind. A core memory that Danny cared with him through the years.

Now, here he was, roughly seven years later. Standing in front of a manor that put even Sam's place to shame.

It took a lot of courage for Danny to knock. Barely a second later, an old man answered the door, an accent Danny was certain Bruce hadn't had.

A stuttered explaination of being here to see Bruce Wayne, that the man knew him, barely left Danny's mouth before the old man ushered him inside.

The man, Alfred, told Danny to wait by the door before vanishing further into the manor. It took a lot for Danny to not just vanish.

Being half ghost nowadays had its quirks, Danny could just vanish, and no one but Alfred would know. But he couldn't.

It had taken a lot for Danny to make the journey to Gotham City. He hadn't even thought to look up a current picture of Bruce either. Which was probably a big mistake on his end.

Danny didn't even know if Bruce was offering this kind of help. But Danny didn't have many allies to turn to. He needed help.

Not just for himself but for his family. For Amity Park. He couldn't be afforded the ability to run away. Not now.

Danny felt all the air leave his lungs when Bruce entered the area. The man didn't look a day older than what Danny remembered. Bruce looked a bit more put together, not like he had just jumped out of a moving car, but it was Bruce.

"Uhm... I don't know if you remember me. But my name's Danny... we met when I was a kid." Danny started trying to explain himself before Bruce could speak. He recognized that confused look anywhere, and Danny didn't have the guts to go through with this if Bruce asked any questions.

"You told me if I ever needed help, to come find you. Bruce Wayne in Gotham City... you, uh, told me to tell you Fairbanks sent me?"

That came out more like a question than Danny would have liked. But it did ease his nerves a bit as he watched Bruce's slightly confused expression turn to alarm and surprise.

Danny wasn't sure what this would do. If Bruce could truly help him. But he was out of options. Just seeing Bruce recognize something he said was enough to calm the teen's anxiety slightly.

"I'm sorry, Danny... I don't remember you. But I believe you and I want to help you. Come inside, have a seat, and tell me what's going on."

That response was enough to have Danny's eyes fill with tears. His chest filling with a sense of hope he hadn't felt in weeks now.

Maybe, just maybe, everything would be okay.

[stagefoureddiediaz]

The way this still is giving me S1 Devon on the rollercoaster vibes - and if that is what we are getting then I am very intrigued and excited - because Buck struggled to deal with that loss - his first on the job - which parallels a bit with losing Eddie now and Buck struggling with that. But what I’m most excited by about if this is a parallel to that - is that Buck went to therapy - and ended up having sex with her (she took advantage of him but that’s not the thing here) - ill advised sex - sex that did not actually help him at all in dealing with his feelings.

But you know what did - talking to Abby on the phone - and you know who he can only talk to by phone (or video call) right now?!!

[kaiserouo]

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yay i gave him a name

[teecupangel]

I feel like @thedragonqueen1998’s idea that was shared on Subnautica Sea Emperor Desmond idea should be its own post:

Yes! With this setup, Ezio could become a "proper" Prophet. XD I actually love making Desmond a Great One from Bloodborne with Ezio as his prophet in my daydreams. Mostly use the setup of Desmond tried to send him and Ezio back in time to give Ezio his family back, but Juno interviend and sent them to another dimension. Now, with Desmond trying to learn his new body and powers and with Ezio the only one allowed to percieve him without madness or injury, they try to find a way back home. Sometimes Ezio snd the new Brotherhood is brutally murdered and Desmond bring Ezio back to life as one of the twisted creatures we see in the game or they return home, where Ezio family is very concerned for him because he is now straight up worshipping a god and is 100% going to get burned at the stake for the shit he is throwing at the Church and God himself. Ezio has no worries because Desmond would never allow harm to come to him. Ezio uses this to perform miracles. Like cutting himself, walking into fires etc. He also does some healing as Desmond loves to dote on him and Ezio wishes to show how awesome Desmond is. XD

Imma be honest, I didn’t even get as far as the first boss (not counting the tutorial boss) in Bloodborne so this is gonna be more generic and maybe a bit more like the ttrpg Call of Cthulhu setup XD

I’m imagining that Ezio went through a very Bloodborne-esque adventure in the different dimension with the ‘blessing’ of his patron, newly born ‘Great One’ Desmond who doesn’t really know his powers yet other than his connection to Ezio makes him effectively immortal.

So when they return to their world, perhaps a few months (a year?) before the death of his father and brothers, Ezio’s just a little bit… ‘mad’. Being a Great One does change Desmond not just physically and Ezio is receiving a bit of feedback from that because he is the prophet who has direct connection to his god.

This might end up with Ezio making his own Brotherhood which is, really, more of a cult than the usual Brotherhood cult-y way because they are worshiping Desmond and doing stuff in his name.

Even Desmond is like “okay, we need to tone it down a bit otherwise we’re gonna have a holy war in our hands” and decided to create an artificial human to act as a counterbalance to Ezio.

…

All I’m saying is: ball-jointed doll version of Altaïr XD

[xxplastic-cubexx]

Charles representation enjoyed here again! I’ve not read much of the comics bc I can’t afford them but I just rewatched FC and I was wondering if Charles being paralyzed is the same in the comics (Erik doing it)? Do they often include that part of his story?

hello my inquisitive friend :] !!!! im more than happy to give some more info bout the origins charles' disability in the comics- to the best of my abilities that is !

while they don't include an origin for his paralysis in EVERY story/run, as far as i know there are three major ways charles loses his mobility (though like yourself, i havent read many of the comics so far, so i could be missing a few. this is the part where i invite readers to submit additional info if im leaving any out)

the very first manner of charles losing his legs was relayed to us in the original X-Men run of the 60's in issue #20

(X-Men #20: "I, Lucifer!")

before magneto was regarded as charles' main adversary there was the extraterrestrial lucifer (who sported the same color scheme, ironically. it wasnt as though lucifer came before magneto so it was definitely A Choice..) who charles would have a semi-reoccurring feud with for a bit early on in the series. during their first encounter, charles would corner lucifer in his lair only to have a stone slab dropped on him, disabling his legs indefinitely

the second manner in which charles loses his mobility- and the time where erik is the most involved and is most deliberate- comes from. Our Favorite Universe in 2001: The Ultimate Universe

(Ultimate X-Men #1: "The Tomorrow People")

as is typically how charles x magneto team-up arcs go, while charles and erik worked together for some time it wasn't very long before erik wanted to pursue more Dramatic Measures for mutantkind. and As This Story Goes, amidst trying to escape the savage lands sanctuary he and erik built, erik drove a metal spike through charles' spine, leading to his disability in this verse

lastly, we have the House of M- or more specifically its prequel miniseries, Civil War: House of M- verse in 2008:

(Civil War: House of M #2: "Revolution")

(Civil War: House of M #3: "Reign")

similar to Ultimate and the movies, this is another timeline where charles and erik team up. this time however, charles is more willing to follow erik's ideas after seeing the horrors of genosha upon reading the mind of a mutant who escaped the island, and the two seek to liberate the other mutants left behind. unfortunately, during their mission, a sentinel collapses the building charles and co. are infiltrating, leading to the loss of his legs

hope you had fun reading- i had fun typing up everything and looking back at these issues :] !

[marlynnofmany]

LOL. Brain hack. Turns out if you're writing a sequel and none of the ideas you're coming up with seem good enough, and it's immensely frustrating...

Just ask yourself "Pretending this idea DIDN'T suck, what would happen next?"

Lo and behold, the scene I just described sounds cool after all.

[marswasnothere]

Maxiel idea - lycanthrope daniel and human max, 2017, 1158 words ripped straight from my discord messages to myself from nine months ago

Lycanthropy - werewolf-ism, used in cool werewolf films and shows, Lycanopathy - proper modern term for werewolf-ism, medical diagnosis, Lycaniasis - time during transformed wolf state, Anthroiasis - time during transformed human state, Lycanalgia - severe pain experienced during transformation, [Lyc-] - wolf [-an-] - human [-suffixes] - related to specific part of condition

Someone prompted it in the kinkmeme which I saw on Tumblr but with no date attached so i can't find it

But werewolf Daniel but he turns into a poodle

I don't know if they mean a full on poodle or a weird scraggly half man half poodle but I'm gonna choose the second to make it supernatural

And throwing in some puppy play when Daniels in his human form

Now the scene I imagined was Daniel shifting back into his human form, naked, under a blanket, with Max watching over him to make sure he's safe. He's never done it with someone to help him before, so he's a bit self conscious. Daniel shifts back, writhing on the floor, it's painful but it will end. He drops down, kneeling, taking a minute to just breathe and relax the aching in his bones.

His head itches. He yipes and whines, then tries reaching a leg over to scratch his head with his paw- foot. His paw, no, his foot. What? He can't reach and growls to himself. He's getting older, he can't stretch as much, curse this stupid fucking poodle. 

"Daniel. Daniel, hey, look at me!" Max says to him.

Daniel glances over, panting, leg half raised in the air. Max grabs his paw- hand. His hand? Max grabs his hand and aligns it with his own, stretching their fingers out in a rhythmic pattern.

"Daniel. You've shifted back. Human mode. You've got hands, see?"

Daniel stares at his hand. His tongue retracts back in his mouth and he drops his leg. He's in his human form, yes, that's right, he's human right now. Max hasn't seen that happen before. Daniel gets stuck in his doggy state of mind. His own brain restricting him from standing upright or speaking. It's probably just crossed wires, he usually needs half an hour to go back to acting like a regular human being. It's weird, but he's used to it.

Daniel covers himself up and apologises to Max, explaining what happened and how it just happens to him. Max found it scary. He thought Daniel lost all humanity for a second and would be stuck like that forever and ever. Daniel laughs.

"Not unless you want me to. I know poodle Danny is a bit easier to handle than regular ole me." Self deprecating jokes usually do good. But Max doesn't smile. Sort of. It cocks up in the corner, then he winces, and pouts, and smirks, and- there's a lot on his face. He's contemplating something

Daniel’s a black poodle

Werewolf genes or whatever runs in the family

Came from his grandad, skipped his mum, and landed on him

Everything was normal when he was born, until a month into being a tiny teensy baby, he became a hairless, eyes closed, tiny puppy and cried and cried for hours on end because his bones and skin hurt his tiny lil body and his mum called over a lycanopathic friend to help and everyone was exhausted by the end of it.

Ok yeah werewolves are distinguishable from regular dogs. Their breed depends entirely on their parents/ancestors breed and origin, not what country they're from. They’re gangly, they have longer limbs no matter what breed, and have eyes that look eerily human from certain angles. They keep their human intelligence, with a couple of dog-like instincts poking through, but they can’t communicate in spoken language. Their shifts follow the cycle of the moon, not on every full moon like people usually think, but still on cycle. Daniel always shifts two days after a new moon, just as a thin crescent appears in the night sky. Werewolves stay shifted for an average of 8 hours overnight. Some sleep through being shifted to heal from the pain of shifting, others stay awake fueled by instincts and hunting desires, only to wake in the morning extremely tired. All depends on the person, the breed,

There’s been handfuls of lycanthropes in any profession, formula one is no excuse. Most prefer to hide their status, taking suppressants if their shifts fall on race days, and staying far away from the media when their cycle catches up with them.

Daniel is no different. Despite being perfect pr material, Daniel keeps the gangly black poodle within him away from watching eyes. He takes suppressants when shifting falls of media or race days. The team knows, Sebastian knows, and now Max Verstappen needs to know too. He’s going to bring it up professionally to Max, explain everything and dispel whatever stereotypes Max probably believes in, when he can’t find his suppressants after a Grand Prix but the team doesn’t think anything of it, because he doesn’t need to do anything on Monday night. And Max wants to hang out. Well shit.

Michael usually helps him after he’s shifted, needing food that won’t make regular Daniel nor dog Daniel break out in an allergic reaction, letting him hop into the shower to pee and clean up afterwards, and keeping him trained up and entertained. Maybe this can be a teaching moment for Max.

Daniel opens the door to Max and welcomes him in, then sits him down to explain why he’s so jittery. He explains he’s a werewolf, a lycanthrope, and he’s going to be shifting tonight. Max will be stuck with dog Daniel for the entire night. Max takes it pretty well, bluntly asking facts like any good dutchman, and then takes Michael’s delivery of specialty canned lycan food for Daniel, a dog bed, and a handful of toys.

Daniel apologises that he’s going to have to get naked, to avoid ruining his clothes, in front of a 19 year old Max. Max is chill with it. As night falls and Daniel feels his skin start to itch, he hides under a blanket and strips off his clothes. Max, for some reason, folds them.

He lies on the floor, twitching and groaning, then grabs the blanket and stuffs a corner in his mouth as he screams. His shift takes full force and Max watches on in fear. Daniel told him to keep his distance, but he wants so badly to hug Daniel, massage his shoulders, ease his pain as his bones meld and change.

The lump under the blanket stops moving, then a black curly tail pops out from underneath.

“Daniel?” 

There’s a bark, and Daniel stands up. He shakes the blanket off and stretches, revealing a lanky black poodle. He looks up and Max and Max shudders. Daniel scoffs internally. First time seeing a real werewolf’s eyes? They aren’t the scary, cool golden slits like tv shows say.

“Okay… okay, cool. What was it, one bark for yes, two for no.” 

Daniel barks. “Of course. Cool.” 

Daniel’s tail wags. Max smiles. Daniel pads on over and sniffs Max, getting used to his scent to remind himself he’s in a safe space. Max reaches a hand down to pet him, then retracts, not sure if that’s a respectful thing to do. Daniel notices, and jumps up to nuzzle against him, prompting Max to pet him in return.

SOHEAH WEREWOLF DANIEL

I got a bit too into world building and making everything make sense and im seconds away from researching the cycle of the moon from 2017

But other than that

[svampira]

this is like art therapy to me

[timothyslucy]

*angela lopez voice* timothy... are you proposing to lucy???? 👀👀

[deoidesign]

Can you make a tutorial on how you world build and make ocs? I can't seem to make any people in my brain, but then when I try to come up with environments jobs, beliefs and little details to slowly come up with someone, I think: well I don't really know how people have influenced the world- it's a weird loop

To be honest, I don't think I can! Writing is an extremely personal process. The way I write is directly related to how I process things, what I find important in stories, years of my own analysis of my and other's writing, etc... The way you write will be unique to you, as well. But I can explain how I personally think of it.

The short answer:

Write. Write anything and everything, it's a tool to explore your ideas. Analyze your own writing, and write more. Then, as you discover which ideas you want to develop, write more to explore them more. You won't know what you want otherwise!

The long answer:

I think this kind of loop is common. It's easy to feel like everything needs to be done "at once," because our job as writers is to make elements logically fit with each other for our readers. But as you've discovered, developing multiple elements simultaneously isn't really possible, or at least is extremely difficult.

Personally, when I think of writing, I break it into three major elements; characters, world, and plot. As much as possible every scene explores one or more of these, and as much as possible these three things tie back into what I personally consider most important: theme.

Everything I do is in service of the themes I want to present. Without them my events feel aimless. It can take a while to discover them, but they're the core of my work. You will have to discover what you feel is the core of yours. Analyzing other media helps with this too.

Concepts in your brain exist in a state of infinite potential. But when you start writing you have to start making choices, which removes potential as you move forward... But you have to move forward anyways. If there's ideas you want to explore later, you can always explore them later.

What this ends up meaning, to answer your question, is that I don't think of my characters as "people in my brain" or my worlds as something people have influenced... Not at their core, at least. They are tools that I use to represent specific ideas. Obviously they're also my blorbos, but mostly they're serving a specific narrative purpose.

So above all else... Write. Write, and discover what you're writing about, and then start over and write with that in mind. Keep doing this. But you have to write!

[dafpork]

it is my firm stance that Porky and Daffy are strictly Porkysexual and Daffysexual for each other. HOWEVER. as a Woman Liker i do enjoy occasionally passing down my Woman Liking onto Daffy. incredibly surface level but i've been wanting to draw Daffy flirting with some sort of '40s pinup gal and then you just see Porky grabbing his hand and begrudgingly dragging him away. good stuff

👆 good stuff

[daltonsnightmare]

MacGyver (2016) s5e15 Abduction + Memory + Time + Fireworks + Dispersal | Cold Open

[icewindandboringhorror]

One of the interesting bits of trying to resume working on the game after so long is looking back at my ancient Draft Placeholder versions of an image from 4 yrs ago trying to remember what the hell I meant back then, to hopefully interpret it into some more final (ish..) form of the same thing .. making slow progress lol

[checkadii]

Thinking about this old ass screenshot . I don’t even remember which video that’s under and I’m frankly too lazy to redownload tiktok