#new fanfiction idea

[i-eat-cars-and-berriesss]

so hb the Spider-verse gang acting like a family?? Miguel "adopts" them and treats them like the family he wanted. it'd be fluff + the feels

[simplegenius042]

Soulmate AU Protagonists and Antagonists Story Idea

Admittedly, I've never been the biggest fan of soulmate AUs. I suppose it's never been something that fits the whole schtick I'm going with in the fanfics I'm writing (the whole theme of "screw destiny" and the subversions or alternate perspectives of things such as fate, destiny, the chosen one, etc).

That doesn't mean I hate the AU, or the stories I've read (no matter if they were either incredible or cliched, dark or wholesome). But besides the worldbuilding and the dynamics and the slowburns, there really wasn't much to offer for me. Not that there wasn't any unoriginality, but it was lacking some kind of specific conflict (whether it be in the story itself or between characters).

I have read plenty of ways the AU is handled. And the general consensus I've found is mostly along the lines of "slowburn of Character A & Character B, dislike/enemies-to-fated-lovers" (whether the enemy part is justified or not depends on the themes) and rarely found any subversions like "Character A rejects Character B for, let's face it, justifiable reasons and ends up with Character C outside the universe's laws and society expectations" and even rarer "Character A doesn't like Character B very much and the universe acknowledges this so allows A to fate themselves to the better suitor, Character C". And these stories ARE enduring to read, but it just wasn't enough for the itch I was trying to scratch (It's really hard to explain, and a strange feeling overall).

Like, mostly it's heavily focused on the romance aspect (understandable, soulmate is in the name) instead of the implications that come with the fact people have soulmates and have initials/marks/symbols/names/countdowns/etc, etc to prove it. Most of the time, those implications are brushed over briefly (again, understandable), and rarely touched upon. Not only that, but the AU itself doesn't leave much argument on the pros and cons of being fated (besides the obvious "mutually disliked persons/enemies are fated" to each other) or the morality and potential existential conflicts that are there in the AU, if that's easy to understand (which I've rarely seen anyone touch upon, which is again, understandable, as that's not the whole point of the AU, and it is nobodies responsibility to write those specific premise out).

Don't get me wrong, overall the AU is an incredibly interesting premise to write out in beloved fandoms, especially with your favourite characters involved, but it just wasn't something for me...

...until today.

Given the implications of the soulmate AU (specifically, that you have a soul that is bound to another person, therefore implying a level of spiritual mythos (destiny, magic, red string of fate, etc), and even more religious ones (like God, angels, heaven and hell) exists in the AU), I think I can write a fulfilling fanfic with it. Both with original (well, I say original for some of these characters, but also somewhat alternate take on) characters and even an intriguing conflict.

The conflict and arguments of the story centres around two pairs of character. First pair are the protagonists; the (re: God's) Angel of Life, Archangel Metatron, and one of Death's aspiring newest recruits, an Angel of Death by the name of Azriel (and no, this is not Azrael, the (re: God's) Angel of Death, Azriel is the growing human soul of a girl at 11-years-old now who literal-Death-itself took in because she died an infant and couldn't be taken in to either Heaven nor Hell due to not being able to live for long). The second pair are antagonists; a hellborne-demon from the Sloth Ring by the name of Xiang Ba'al, and his adopted daughter, the wrongfully damned soul of a young girl (around 10-years-old) by the name of Jezebel Ba'al (Jazzy for short). Now despite being protagonists and antagonists, these two pairs of characters fall in a (light and dark, respectively) grey morality with mixes of blue/orange morality (which is a given; these are beings with a limited and/or flawed understanding of human beings and who live in two very flawed and different systems (both Heaven and Hell have issues)). This light/dark grey morality eventually evens out and gets greyer and greyer as the story goes on.

Essentially, both pairs fight for and against the soulmate system... both understand that the system is both a great idea but severely flawed and go about to preserve yet change it... however, how they both go about it is the difference. The angels' method, while manipulative on emotional levels, is less likely to cause physical harm, but is also slow and time consuming which may not even work sometimes leading to unexpected confrontations between humans. Meanwhile, the demons' method, while physically forceful to horrific degrees, gets effective results fast, but is a violation on the humans' right of choice.

Additional Notes: Metatron and Azriel have a flawed yet growing mentor/student and brother/sister dynamic while Xiang and Jazzy have a pretty caring yet horrifyingly psychotic father/daughter and master/underling dynamic. They both travel and pop up in any universe with a Soulmate AU.

Anyway that's just me talking about things on my mind and my ideas of a fic series I'm going to write.

Chow!

[summerfrwrks]

girl, help i'm having long fic ideas i know will end up having me drenched in blood and crawling on the ground to stay committed for but i can't stop thinking about them

[bunnyswritings]

50 (unconventional) date ideas for your otp

Attend an art fair together

Go on a hot air balloon ride

Furniture shopping date at Ikea

Visit an aquarium and have dinner in an underwater restaurant

Have a picnic at sunrise or sunset

Play 20 questions to get to know the other better

Take a pottery class together

Attend a silent disco party

Go indoor skydiving / bungee jumping

Take an aerial yoga class

Rent a couple bike and ride around town

Attend a poetry / book event

Have fun at a board game cafe

Visit a psychic and have fortunes read

Have a dine in the dark experience

Take a cooking / baking class together

Challenge each other at arcade games

Have a home movie night with popcorn and homemade nachos

Ice-skating when one doesn't know how to

Take a painting class / go for an art jam session together

Attend a play together

Go scuba diving together

Take a dance class together

Visit an animal sanctuary / shelter to volunteer together

Go for a kayaking adventure

Go to a comedy show

Organise a get-together potluck event with friends

Go to a drive-in movie theatre

Attend a beer or wine tasting event

Go to an escape room together

Visit an amusement park

Sign up for a themed run together

Go stargazing at a local observatory

Visit an art museum or gallery and have their caricatures drawn

Assemble a lego set together

Go on a scenic drive and have a picnic

Go on a nature trail walk together

Go camping together

Attend a themed costume party

Go to a local fair or festival

Take a horseback riding lesson together

Pet-sit a friend's pet together for a day

Play mini golf together

Have a spa day together

Take a sailing lesson together

Go rock climbing / bouldering together

Go to a karaoke bar

Take a sushi making class together

Visit an old bookstore or library

Play a game of laser tag

[writingwithfolklore]

15 Ways to Spark a New Idea

Revisit an old project

Take inspiration from classic stories/folk tales

Follow your interests

Start with genre (or a unique combination)

Start with a character

Start with setting

Combine or reinvent some classic tropes

Ask someone to share a story they don’t usually tell (be curious about the people around you)

Use something from your past

Focus on a hard to define feeling

Experience something new

Brainstorm with a writing friend

Read outside of your comfort zone

Talk to a stranger about their life

Twist the normal, normalize the magical

[youneedsomeprompts]

~ UNCONVENTIONAL AUs ~ PROMPT LIST

requested by: anonymous

Feel free to use and reblog!

artist x muse AU

mutual third-wheeling AU

multiple identities AU

neighbours AU

antique shop AU

metro/bus AU

forensics AU

fairytale AU

abroad/vacation AU

sleepwalking AU

med school AU

fellow parents at the kindergarten AU

cashier AU

journalist AU

underwater/mermaid AU

lab AU

rich heritage AU

bakery AU

dream AU

countryside AU

centaur AU

domestic AU

edwardian era AU

ghost AU

makeup artist AU

hostage AU

pet/petshop AU

library AU

small town AU

masquerade ball AU

spilling drink AU

pen pal AU

evening school AU

near death experience AU

mailman AU

temporary roommates AU

matchmaking AU

gym AU

tall x smol AU

furniture store AU

horse race AU

karaoke AU

workaholic x janitor AU

long train ride AU

roommate's best friend AU

blackout AU

fake marriage for undercover mission AU

witness protection AU

drunk AU

secret dating at work AU

[too-much-tma-stuff]

Hail Black Sheep

“Mind if I bum a cigarette?” A voice asked behind Hood, startling him so bad he nearly fell off the edge of the roof where he was sitting, taking a little break from patrol. He had made sure there was no one up here and no way to get up here before taking off his helmet, and yet when he turned around there was another man on the roof. Dark hair and sunken blue eyes that reflected an odd unnatural green when the light hit them wrong.

Jason’s breath caught in his throat as he recognized the stranger. He had appeared in Gotham months ago and had immediately pinged the bat’s radar as a potential threat. There was something very wrong with the young man and none of them could figure out what it was, any attempts to find out more had gone nowhere because attempts to follow him never worked! More then that it seemed like any mention of him had been erased from the record, they knew he went by Danny and that was all. And here he was standing on an inaccessible roof right in front of Jason.

“Sure,” Jason said as casually as he could manage, shoulders tense and ready to fight if he needed to. He didn’t know why Danny had sought him out but this was the best chance to learn… well, anything about him that they’d had. He held his smoke between his lips as he shook another out of the pack and held it out to Danny.

The other man smiled, revealing canines that were a little to long and pointed to seem entirely human, not long enough to be vampiric though. He came over and sat down on the edge of the roof as well, out of arms reach but close enough he could reach out and take the smoke, Jason was glad he wasn’t any closer. Danny seemed to be making an effort not to seem threatening as he let Jason hand him a lighter as well, lighting up before passing it back.

“Thanks,” Danny said before taking a drag and exhaling slowly. “I hope you don’t mind I messed with your coms, they’ll work again just fine once I leave but I just wanted to talk in private.”

“What do you want?” Jason asked, tense beyond belief, his hand twitching towards his gun, Danny didn’t seem worried which made him all the more nervous.

“Just to talk. I know you and the Bats have been following me.” Danny said with a casual shrug, leaning back dangerously over the ledge.

“And yet we never manage to actually track you,” Jason said a little accusingly.

“No one sees me if I don’t want to be seen,” Danny told him flashing a cheeky grin. “I don’t exist~”

“Yet here you are,” Jason argued and Danny shrugged again.

“Here I am,” He agreed taking another drag, slow and deep, exhaling just the same to create a break in the conversation before he glanced over at Jason. “That looks like a nasty story,” He commented, touching his own cheek where Jason knew the scar of a J still sat on his own. He snarled wordlessly and Danny held up his hands in a pacifying gesture. “I won’t ask, I have some nasty stories too,” He murmured rolling up his sleeve to show Jason Lichtenberg scarring shooting up along his arm.

“That’s why I wanted to talk to you, I guess. You and I have a lot in common really, and you don’t follow the laws when you don’t agree with them, that too,” He chuckled.

“You know that’s why we’ve been following you right? You’re suspicious as fuck,” Jason said accusingly.

“I know,” Danny said with a little sigh. “Have you found anything at all?” Jason scowled and looked down, not wanting to admit that they really hadn’t. Danny just nodded. “You could look up the GIW to find out, not about me, but about what happened to me. Who declared me dead and erased me from the world so they could smuggle me away into a lab and figure out how to use me. I won’t let any of the bats follow me because if you know where I am then others might be able to find out. And I can’t promise they won’t add me to the wanted database again and they’d take that at face value.

“Interdimensional terrorist sounds pretty damn bad huh? Nevermind that I was fucking born in this world and it was scientists they hired that made me this way.” Danny grumbled, looking up at the smog covered sky.

“What way?” Jason asked, because everything Danny had just said was concerning as fuck but that was what he wanted to follow up on.

“Don’t worry about it,” Danny chuckled. “I’m not going to cause any trouble. I was a hero for a couple years as a teenager, before it got so dangerous with people hunting me, and now I’m retired as fuck, the only person I can afford to protect anymore is myself. But I want you to know that too, I’ll defend myself if I have to. If any of you or the GIW come for me again I’m not going to go quietly and I can do a lot of damage when I have to.”

“You know making threats does not help me believe that you aren’t going to cause trouble,” Jason said bitterly and Danny at least had the decency to look sheepish.

“I know, I’m sorry. I genuinely don’t want to cause any trouble for you, us black-sheep should stick together right? I’ve noticed that about you, all the folks the other bats and birds tend to overlook, you look out for them. The whores and the addicts and the street-rats. I like that, I was hoping you might look out for me too, I’ve been mostly haunting your area recently anyway. I could look out for you too? No one sees me if I don’t want to be seen and I can get into anywhere. I’ll keep an eye on things, if I find anything that you should know I’ll come tell you.”

“You’re offering to spy on me as a bonus?” Jason asked incredulously and Danny winced.

“Not on you, for you,” He promised quickly. “I’ll stay out of your business and I really won’t be any trouble! I’ll just keep an ear out and tell you if I hear anything in the way of plotting or people breaking your rules. Like I said, I like how you run things here, I’d like to help.”

Jason was quiet as he thought about that, Danny shifting nervously on the wall next to him as Jason finished his smoke and put out the butt. “Alright, you can stay in my territory, the bats don’t come here often. But I want some sort of accountability from you, at least regular check ins, once a week here and a way to contact you.”

Danny hesitated, biting his lip for a moment before he nodded. “Alright, Saturday night at midnight? I won’t come if I see anyone else around. I don’t have a phone or anything.”

“I’ll get you a burner next Saturday but this is basically a trial period. I know that the crap cops and the other bats say about ‘if you have nothing to hide’ is bullshit, you’re allowed to want privacy especially if you’ve been targeted. But you’re still suspicious as fuck and you’d better be telling the truth about not making trouble on my turf.” Jason said pointing an accusing finger at Danny before putting his helmet back on.

Danny nodded eagerly, looking relieved, tired, and a bit sickly. It wasn’t hard to believe the guy had had a hard life, if that hadn’t made him violent he was a better man then Jason. “You got it! No problems here, cross my heart!” Danny assured, actually making the motion which made Jason chuckle a little.

“Alright, see you Saturday,” He said before pushing off the edge of the roof, using his grappling gun to swing to the next building. When he turned around to look back at the building he’d just left Danny was already gone.

“O are you there?” He asked, tapping at his com to see if it was working again.

“Ya I am, what happened there?” She asked through the voice modulator. “Did you turn off you coms?”

“No, you’re not going to believe this,” Jason chuckled, but he wasn’t going to tell Oracle everything Danny had shared, wanting to meet Danny halfway with trust. Just enough to get her looking into the GIW, maybe if they could get whatever that was off Danny’s back he’d be willing to come out of the shadows and stop acting so fucking shady!

[mylifeisfruk4ever]

Tim's father was ill.

It was something that even a child would have seen: he had started to forget things, stare into space, and suddenly change his mood. Despite his wife's insistence, Jack refused to go to the doctor, saying he was just tired.

It wasn't tiredness: months later, when he finally decided to go to a doctor, the diagnosis was a brain tumour. It's not common among people this young, but it can happen.

His father rebelled against the diagnosis as he had done with all those old professors who didn't believe in his research.

He fought tooth and nail, like a Drake, because there was no way he would give up.

All in vain: he had arrived late.

However, if there was one thing the Drakes had learned from years of archaeological digging and world travel, it was that there are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamed of by man.

And his mother had always had a knack for deals. Janet was skilled, the real brains of the couple, and when necessary, she took matters into her own hands.

When her husband was dying, she did just that: she took matters into her own hands and decided to do the impossible.

She decided to make a pact with a fae. In a world where Amazons, demigods, aliens, and whatnot saved the world regularly, a deal with a magical being was also pretty par for the course.

His mother got a great deal, getting the most while giving up the least.

Jack would live, recover completely, and live to a ripe old age. The price was minimal: Tim.

Thus it was that at nine years old Tim found himself serving as a servant in the Unseelie Court, uncertain how much time had passed since he had been sold by his mother.

(“You will stay with them for a short time,” she told him before they took him away.

“Until you come of age, then you will come back with us. You are doing a lot for us, Timothy.”)

Tim didn't know how much time had passed, but he was still nine years old, and the fae didn't seem willing to let him go anytime soon. He was almost resigned to his fate, when one day, someone new was brought to the Unseelie Queen: Bruce Wayne. Batman was there.

And if Batman was there, Tim had some chance of escaping. It was a risky gamble, and there was no certainty that the plan would work. But what else did he have to lose? His life? That had already been sold.

(Bruce had just lost Jason, had fallen into a trap and was now risking a marriage to a magical being. He had to escape before the wedding was celebrated, or he will be stuck there forever. His only ally is a painfully young child who shouldn't be there. Bruce will be damned if he lets another child die because of him.)

[skywerse]

would you still love me if I dropped an earth-shattering fnc fic or no?

A few excerpts under the cut :3

[reggieblk]

just saw a tiktok of a guy saying "Me when I see a fanfic that mischaracterizes my favs so bad that I actually have to comment and tell the author to never write again" with the sound "i love the way it feels to be a hater", and I opened the comments expecting people to be like "haha yeah, but don't do this" or like "okay but never comment hate on fics because people are writing for free and out of love so...", etc. but the comments were full of people admitting to absolutely heinous behaviour.

someone said: "that time i hated a fic so much I bookmarked it and filled the notes with an angry paragraph about how much I hate it", like, what? in what world is it normal and acceptable to do that? and that's just one of the many examples.

I mean, there was a lot of joking and exaggeration but also people have done this, people do this. idk it's so bizarre to me that you would actively read something you don't like (after reading the tags and author's notes), to then write paragraphs upon paragraphs of hate, that is directly sent as an email to the author

honestly, if I got something like that in my comments or bookmark notes, it would really affect me. someone going "never write again" or just loathing what I wrote, I'd feel really bad.

just idk, have some empathy. you can exit a fic, you can block the author, you can hate silently, or even pour every ounce of hate out into your friend's dms or a journal or something. just why would you actively hate on someone who is providing entertainment for free and for fun?

strange behaviour

[clear-what-i-was-seeing]

artists have "draw this in your style", i think fic authors should start doing "write this in your style" where a ton of people write the same prompt but all do their own lil interpretations and characterizations and fun dialogue bits etc

[mkarchin713]

DP x PnF Prompt 1

Doofinshmirtz: - and with my new Ghost Magnet-inator I shall ruin Roger’s haunted house and take over the Tristate Area and there is nothing you can do about it Perry the Platapus.

[inator activation noises]

Doofinshmritz: Mwahahaha!

[big clank]

Perry: ….

Doofinshmirtz: …

Perry: [platapus noises]

Doofinshmirtz: no, Perry the Platapus, I did not make a Little Girl Magnet-Inator

Ellie*stuck on a magnet*: … why is that platypus teal?

[arcanegifs]

[bunnyswritings]

Proposal prompts?

okay yes!! i love these kinda requests hehe :") i wrote this in a fluffy romancey kinda genre, i hope you like them!!

Proposal ideas for your otp

Picnic proposals — stargazing through the night, hiding the ring in their personally curated picnic basket

Bringing the other on an evening stroll and leading them to a path which was pre-decorated by them with full-on fairy lights, candles, and flowers

Hot air balloon proposal — proposing when they are a thousand feet up in the sky, overlooking the sunset

Beach proposal — slowly writing 'will you marry me' on the sand and the other finally figuring out what they are doing

Nature park proposal — they bring the other on a hike up a nature trail (well, because it's their favourite thing to do). along the way, they planned for strangers to hand the other flowers until they reach the peak, where they propose

Planning an easter egg trail to some of the places that are of significance to them as a couple, and proposing at the final destination (bonus: they task the other person to go on this trail alone, leaving them clues at each destination for the next till they meet at the final location)

Writing the other an original song which perfectly sums up their journey together; serenading the other with a live rendition

Both parties secretly planning a surprise proposal for the other; they so happen to propose to the other at the exact same moment, and burst out laughing at their silliness in the end

Cable car proposal — proposing during a cable car ride overlooking the city lights (bonus: the one proposing has a profound fear of heights but goes through with it anyway — albeit with lots of nerves and cold sweat — because the other loves cable car rides)

A casual home proposal — where both prefer the privacy of home rather than being out in the public eye

^ but the proposal happens at a random domestic moment and in passing (eg. while doing the dishes together, folding laundry together)

Making a scrapbook for the other with each page being a mishmash of significant milestones — the good and the bad — and dropping the question at the very last page

Proposing to the other with paper rings not because they are't serious but just because seeing the other in this light — in the simple, the mundane, the routine — makes them surer than ever that this is the person they want to spend the rest of their life with

Taking the other to a surprise private movie screening, and instead of a movie, a homemade video with pictures and video messages of their relationship journey plays

i hope that these are helpful!! feel free to drop any other requests here!

[purrincesskittens]

My neice just finished watching ATLA, so I introduced her to Salvage, and she is demanding more Hakoda adopts Zuko because Ozai is an asshole who deserves to be cucked. She helped come up with the idea of wolf dog Hakoda adopting Zuko.

His pup now.

His very big pup. Zuko is a wolf among big cats.

Lion Iroh is a bit confused as to how to handle agnsty teenage wolf while tiger Ozai was all too happy to get rid of his disgrace of a son who should have been a cat.

Until he finds out the SWT adopted him and their first thought upon seeing adolescent puppy Zuko was okay who slept with the Fire Lady? They mistook him as a wolf dog until they fed him and he grew. Pup is now bigger than his adoptive father.

Ozai protests the rumor about him getting cucked.

(Neice may have dove into the deep end reading through almost everything you have posted @muffinlance, and I may or may not have encouraged it before handing her back to her mother. Sorry, not sorry)

[words-etched-in-her-skin]

Brainrot✨

That's all I can say. This scene has been playing in my head for a few days now, but I couldn't decide if I wanted to go with Trans!Donna for it... or Trans!Daniela...

I went with Donna and a buff gardener, buuuut I really need to write something for Daniela soon 👀

* canon divergence/slight AU

***

"Mm." Donna made a soft sound when you shifted behind her, the morning sun warm across the length of your bodies. "C-cara?"

Her voice was heavy sleep, breath steady. You leaned in and placed a gentle kiss to the base of her neck.

"Mornin'."

You'd only known the Countess' personal puppeteer for a few months now, but you'd caught her staring at your muscles from within the gardens quite a few times prior.

"Mm.. morning." She said quietly.

You moved in a little closer and pulled the dollmaker's body flush against yours - spooning her from behind. Her body soft and heavy with sleep. Warm to the touch and reminiscent of a dream. The olive green t-shirt she wore gorgeous against her skin as her ribcage rose and fell beneath it. A slight reposition to your legs allowed the tip of your strap to graze ever so slightly over the back of Donna's inner thigh, making her gasp.

"Sleep well?" You asked in a teasing tone as you kissed the side of her neck, pulling a small whimper.

"M-mhm."

"Mh.. good. Just like you."

A single trace with the tip of your tongue over her ear and her hips bucked back into you, almost forcing the toy exactly where you wanted it.

"Come on, sweet girl. Tell me how good you are."

You roamed your hands over her body - sensually, caressing. Fingertips dancing across her nipples before pulling on them gently.

"Mmph=! .. I-i'm good. So good."

Another kiss to her neck. "Damn right you are."

You allowed your hands to continue their exploration of her flesh in the morning light. Her arms wrapped lazily behind her, grabbing onto your muscles. A slightly louder whimper when your strong hands began their way further down the length of her, not even stopping when they reached the base of her cock and stroked over her womanhood.

"Ah-!"

It was the smallest of sounds, but oh so arousing. The sweet whimpers and noises that you were able to pull from the puppeteer's body never failed to leave you absolutely dripping. A slight shift to her legs to give you better access, a few more pumps to her cock as it twitched in your hand - only to use her own desire to ready the toy that hung from your hips.

"Ready?"

Your voice was husky with want - your own arousal pooling in your core when she nodded.

"Y-yes."

With the hilt pressed firmly against your clit you slowly slid the toy into her, both of you moaning as it made its way further in. Her cock still twitching in your hand as you began to thrust in, Donna's hips grinding back into you. The softness of morning adding a tender melody to your movements - slow and languid - sliding your strap into her with gentle precision. Your experienced fingers stroking over her womanhood in perfect rhythm.

"Such a good, sweet girl."

Donna could only whimper at your praise - tone cracking slightly in need. Her hips becoming more eager as she bucked them back into you, pushing the hilt of the strap deliciously over your clit every time. One hand coming to caress over her breasts from behind as the other continued a steady pump to her cock. The small room filled with nothing but the sounds of stuttered breaths and the exquisite dance of flesh against flesh. With breathy sounds of extasy rolling off tongues once built only for prayer.

But who needed the favor of high priestess' when you had this. When you had moments so perfect they could have been written by the gods. Donna's sweet sounds only growing louder as your hips picked up their pace, forcing your hand to do the same.

"S-so close." She whimpered.

Only this made you growl - softly in her ear. Her own hand coming to her cock as you moved your own to grasp onto her hips and force her back into you. Gasps of pleasure - of absolute bliss - spilling out of her unhindered. Just like the white, hot desire that spilled deliciously from her cock. Your own pleasure peaking as you continued to drive the toy deeply into her - milking every last drop out of your sweet dollmaker that you could.

***