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anime idea:
5 women , 1 guy
all besties, righ?
they go everywhere together
until (dramatic noise): they get accepted into different colleges
later, they all get isekaid in various ways.
the first one to get isekai’d wakes up as a hydra
but she only has one head. She’s a baby hydra
as the plot progresses, and she levels up/ grows/ gets character development, she gains more heads.
each head is another member of the group
(If we’re going with the ‘character development’ option, it gets progressively harder, and each time a new head joins, they have to watch as the others and themselves change as people, adding some angst in)
((Both positive and negative character developments would apply in my mind))
(pls Feel free to add
The cat he picked up was super weird. Danny observes the big orange being, and he's pretty sure is NOT a cat? It keeps getting guns from SOMEHWERe and storing it all around his new apartment.
He'd picked up from the side of the street with his motorbike, it was injured, nothing serious some bandages wouldn't fix.
Not even 30 minutes ago, the cat brought back a tiny red helmet. Confusing and damn adorable, maybe he should take the bastard to a bike ride?
What able bodied authors think I, an amputee and a wheelchair user, would want in a scifi setting:
Tech that can regenerate my old meat legs.
Robot legs that work just like meat legs and are functionally just meat legs but robot
Literally anything that would mean I don't have to use a wheelchair.
If I do need to use a wheelchair, make it fly or able to "walk me" upstairs
What I actually want:
Prosthetic covers that can change colour because I'm too indecisive to pick one colour/pattern for the next 5+ years.
A leg that I can turn off (seriously, my above knee prosthetic has no off switch... just... why?)
A leg that won't have to get refitted every time I gain or loose weight.
A wheelchair that I can teleport to me and legs I can teleport away when I'm too tierd to keep walking. And vice versa.
In that same vein, legs I can teleport on instead of having to fiddle around with the sockets for half an hour.
Prosthetic feet that don't require me to wear shoes. F*ck shoes.
Actually accessible architecture, which means when I do want to use my wheelchair, it's not an issue.
Prosthetic legs with dragon-claw feet instead of boring human feet or just digigrade prosthetics that are just as functional as normal human-shaped ones.
A manual wheelchair with the option to lift my seat up like those scissor-lift things so I'm not eye-level with everyone's butt on public transport/so I can reach the top shelf by myself.
A prosthetic foot that lights up when it hits the ground like those children's shoes.
Bon, pour un one-shot Kaamelott, quelqu’un peut me balancer un prompt?
J’ai le cerveau qui pétarade faut m’aider
I didn't think much of other people before the incident.
Humans are cruel; I am aware of that. Everybody is. Humans are cold, selfish, and prideful. Kids are self-centered and the ego they gain as they grow does them no favors.
Being a tree gives you a lot of time to think. A lot of time to miss the little things you had. I miss the taste of the apples I ate in the morning, miss the feeling of a soft blanket under my hands, miss the way my love's arms would wrap around me while we slept.
I don't know how I'm seeing what is happening around me. Feeling as a tree is very strange. I feel a squirrel running on my branches and the bugs crawling beneath my bark and the ivy winding its leaves around mine. There's so many sensations but also not. I normally feel like I'm asleep, but sometimes I'll wake up and just feel for a long time.
I don't really know where I am or how long it has been. There are sidewalks and people and a lot of dogs, so I think it is some kind of park. The days bleed together - the sky is always cloudy and there's enough street lights around that I can't always tell if it is night time unless I focus. It's peaceful this way, really. I don't know if I miss being human.
I don't know a lot of things these days. My thoughts aren't very clear and it takes a while for anything coherent to really form. I should probably be more worried about this, but that's not something a tree can manage, I guess.
I've learned a lot about people this way. I can feel the emotions behind their words and actions in a way I never had before. Friends have picnics in my shade, kids climb my branches, joggers stop to rest against my trunk. There's so much passion in everything they do. It's incredible, really.
A lady came by one day. She seemed to know that I could hear her? It was pretty lucky that I was awake, honestly, so if I wasn't she would've been talking to nothing. People stared at her weird anyways. I guess talking to random trees isn't normal, huh?
She asked me how I was doing and if I enjoyed my punishment. I didn't really understand; what was I being punished for? what was the punishment? It took a while for me to remember that I wasn't always a tree. I knew I had memories of a before, of a time where I lived as one of the humans, but memories don't work right as a tree. She was surprised. I don't know why. What was she expecting?
She asked if I had learned my lesson. Told me that they had stopped looking for me already... that they didn't care.
I'm the one that didn't care anymore. I am happy this way. No stress, no worries, nothing. Just passive observation and sleep. It was the most peaceful time of my life, I think.
I grew tired and started to lose my grip on hearing and sight, slowing slipping into sleep. the last thing I saw was the woman standing between my roots with a faraway look in her eyes. After that, I never saw her again.
You angered a witch, and in retaliation, she transformed you into an unmovable tree in a public park. Months later, she returns with the sinister hope of reveling in your suffering, only to find that you are not only surviving but thriving and happier than ever before.
"Ma'am, ma'am, what should we do?" The fresh rookies crowd around me while I am simply enjoying my peace. Or, well, trying to enjoy my peace. I set my coffee down.
"You lot," I begin as they go quiet, "truly have some gall, crowdin' around me like ducklings with their mother duck."
They look at me in bewilderment, utter shock in those innocent eyes.
"You heard me," I say. "This is the SCP foundation, not the babysitter club. Now calm the hell down and figure out, rationally, how to solve this problem."
As they go their own ways and start talking solutions and containment procedures with their voices still audibly shaking, I make a note in my phone: 'teach new rookies how to deal with their jobs'.
Alarms blare throughout the facility. Screams and gunshots echo through the halls. The rookie scientists around you are in panic. You sip your coffee at the breakroom table in peace, “just another tuesday.” You state calmy.
Caution
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Conversely, magic is helpful to your body (goes through your blood stream and increases the efficiency of blood circulation, fights infections and such because it is directed by your will and your body really wants to survive, can form membranes in place of damaged tissue, many things) and while not necessarily malicious on it's own, your body becomes reliant on it because why continue expending resources on processes that are now happening "on their own"?
Magic will do whatever you want it to do, you need only think it. However it will not continue doing something if nothing is causing it to. This has been likened to a container of gass. If you remove the balloon, the air inside will not stay fixed in the same position. And if you stop willing magic to do anything it will stop doing that thing, as there is always thought happening. Mending another's wounds can be a horrific thing to do to someone and while it might be hypothetically possible to use magic to transform existing matter into flesh to heal someone, the magic is practically impossible to remove from the wound as you would have to think about it without thinking about it.
Magic makes your thoughts better at commanding magic, but either thoughts can draw in magic without having any, or all living things have some magic that can not leave (until they die or otherwise somehow completely stop thinking? Unknown/writer's decision)
It is horrifying that a fundamental and inescapable aspect of existing makes it dangerous to think. Thankfully it will effect you less if you avoid using it.
I just thought of a way gods or spirits could work. Thoughts can rub of on magic, and over an unknown but very long time this has, and surely still is, forming magic that is capable of thought. Spiritsand gods, like magic and all other things, can never be destroyed. They can only be changed. Thus immortality. Of course will can fade from magic over time so gods and spirits need to be around thoughts, or preferably thought about, or even better worshiped. Due to this who and what they are can be affected and even controlled by how they are perceived.
Particularly Complex thought
I am not sure whether the difference between gods and spirits lies in terminology or power, but the difference between spirits or gods and ghosts I have come up with. Ghosts were alive as mortals. A ghost is what happens when someone is fully ship of theseus'ed. Once all living tissue is replaced by magic (this can be due to dying, none of the tissue is living) your entire body must constantly be held together by your mind. This makes doing anything rather difficult, so ghosts get tired out from doing things like:
Making noise
Physically existing, even partially
Particularly complex thought
Being visible
And so on. Hypothetically a ghost could become a spirit/god, but this would take a lot of people working very hard (mentally) and/or literal divine intervention.
Since magic is controlled by thought, being more magic makes you more able to control magic, a magic user is more vulnerable to magic the more powerful they are. Kinda. The more of you is magic, the more magic you can control, but the more magic there is, the harder it is to control. So while someone with more magic would be more effected by the magic in them being altered or moved they also have more to alter or move so it is harder to do so. The more firmly planted in it is the more damage is done if it's removed, but it is easier to remove if it is less attached. Of course it is very difficult to remove magic as you would need to focus on the person or object you are removing it from and the magic without just directing the magic into what you are thinking about
Some of my favorite magic side effects:
-Nosebleeds. Never gets old.
-Coughing up blood. The good ol’ “cough into your hand and pull it back to see blood” also never gets old.
-Headaches. You keep fighting as your head pounds, desperately telling you to take a break. At first they fade within minutes when you stop using magic, but overtime, they become chronic.
-Fatigue. After a big battle, you stand triumphant, and then just fall asleep on the spot.
-In a similar vein, overuse causing you to straight up faint rather than just fall asleep. Darkness begins to overtake your vision in the middle of battle, unconsciousness abruptly looming over you.
-Any of the side effects happening to another person. Maybe two close characters are connected, and whatever side effects character A would normally endure are transferred to character B. When A uses a blast of magic B screams loudly because holy shit that hurt.
-Magic gradually deteriorating your mind. Using it too much eventually caused hallucinations and an inability to retain memories, or even larger scale memory loss.
Feel free to add more, I’m looking for some to steal
so I had an idea. And it's been at least three months since I decided to post it here so I may as well get on that.
So like
Pokemon mystery dungeon protagonist gets turned into a Zorua (partially for plot reasons and partially because they are my favorite pokemon methinks), and keeps their memories.
Now due to the innate Zorua illusion powers, keeping their memories, and knowing the back of their hand like the back of their hand (heh) (but of course, they know their whole body not just hands)
Well, they just create an illusion of their body by just expecting it to be there before even noticing anything is wrong.
Writing Prompt #2359
"We don't have time for your teenage angst right now."
"Oh, but for some reason we have plenty of time for your middle aged divorcee angst at any moment!"
Random Writing Prompt 8
AU idea
One is the secret agent who is undercover (or was supposed to be until the bouncer/barkeep messed it up)
The other is a very suspicious bouncer/barkeep who won't leave them alone and ends up getting dragged into the mess.
Random Writing Prompt 7
"And who are you supposed to be?" "Are you serious? Do you want to die?" "I don't care if I die or not, I care about who the somewhat attractive stranger in my house is."
Random writing prompt 6
You go to a con as a character from a not as popular anime. Someone recognizes the character and now you are talking. They are really cute and funny, and you may never see them again.
The thicker the string the stronger the connection
The rougher the string the more likely the color will change
Black means they are enemies
Red means lovers
Blue means freinds
Green means jealous of each other
Gold means soulmates, and it is often mixed with red.
Orange means aesthetically attracted
Purple means family
There are lots more but those are the ones you see the most.
One day you see a color that you have never seen before, and it is connected to you.
You have the ability to see heart-strings. You can see the connections that people have with each other. Each connection appears to be a colored line running from one person’s heart to another. The colors, thickness, and texture of the line determine the strength and type of connection.
After discovering this, they all decide to go their separate ways. Years later, the seamstress and lord's daughter (now an official lady) meet again.
An apprentice seamstress falls head-over-heels in love with a page boy for her lord. The page boy has his eyes set on the lords daughter. The daughter has fallen hard for the seamstress. Their parents are well aware of the situation and are letting it all play out as a cruel entertainment.
The hard part is doing this without revealing you are, in fact, a human, since humans are considered to have been dangerous.
The year is 2567, you’re a conspiracy theorist trying to prove that Humans once lived on Earth.
The dot is the villain, of course. As much as they will deny it, they have loved the hero despite the fact they foiled them at every turn.
With the hero chained up, the villain unveils their masterpiece: a weapon that tracks everyone who loves the hero before obliterating them. The map powers on. “Wait. There’s just one dot.” The Villain says. “…Someone loves me?” The hero replies with hope.
Random Writing Prompt 5
You get very, very lost hiking and end up entering the fairy dimension. Two fae find you and decide you are cute. Now, they're fighting for who gets to keep you while you are trying to think of how to get home.
Random Writing Prompt 4
As a joke, you attempt to decipher an ancient ruin on display at the museum. You end up summoning an ancient god that you need to put back before he ends the world.
Random Writing Prompt 3
You are deaf and work on a lighthouse by the shore, since you are the only one who can do the job without being affected by sirens trying to counteract you. One day you catch one trying to break the light.
Random Writing Prompt 2
You are the last full human in the world, which is overrun with supernatural creatures. They are taking you in for testing as you are the only one immune to a new disease.
Random writing prompt
You are stuck in the future and can't return home. If you try you will ruin the timeline. The biggest problem with this is you can't understand a word anyone is saying.
I love your BNHA headcanons so much! If you don't mind, I really want to hear more about your headcanon where Deku has Recovery Girl's quirk. You don't have to if you don't want to, it's fine! (also sorry for using anon I just get anxiety when I send asks)
bruh 60% of me doesn’t answer asks all the time because anxiety but the other 40% is a combo of poor time management skills and actually being busy (also I activate anonymous asking just for people like you who want to remain, you know, anonymous ( ^▽^) )
For those not in the know, Nonny here is referencing these two posts POST ONE and POST TWO which is an au where Midoriya gets Recovery Girl’s quirk instead of All Might, but is still a hero, and recently includes The Kidnapping:
Recap: Izuku can heal twice as well as Recovery Granny, but at the expense of his own energy as well. He’s still in Class 1-A and everything is the same because All Might needs constant medical care which Midoriya can provide. Sensei/ All for One realizes his importance and has kidnapped him for his own fiendish plans.
Izuku does NOT do well under the villain’s control, but he doesn’t do badly either
Izuku is, overall, well cared for and unharmed the entire time he’s kidnapped by Sensei because why the hell would you hurt the one who holds the health of your subordinates in his hands?
Due to the fact that if he doesn’t cooperate with the villains they’ll BLOW UP A HOSPITAL Deku’s hands are tied
All Might works over time to try and find Deku
He ends up collapsing under all the strain he’s been putting his body under and he’s relegated to bed rest until further notice
Tsukauchi practically has to sit on him in order for him not to sneak out of the hospital room they have him in
Recovery Girl is holding up the best tbh, she’s no stranger to stressful situations and she’ll be damned if she gives the villain satisfaction
In reality Recovery Granny has been super distracted and has taken to frequent breaks so she can get her concentration back
Inko is so stressed out that the Bakugous have started taking turns about watching her to make sure that she still takes care of herself
Bakugou Katsuki beats the fuck out of a villain minion for info and gets suspended from school because of it
He uses that time for deeper investigation into the Villain Alliance’s evil shenanigans
That idiot actually breaks into their hideout all by himself after texting his schoolmates because he’s just heard a rumor that they’re going to move themselves in a few hours and he doesn’t want to take the chance that he’ll lose track of Izuku again
He poses as a pizza boy jfc
that idiot is captured too JFC KACCHAN
Izuku is faced with the Villain Alliance’s leverage right in his face when Dabi manhandles Bakugou to intimidate Midoriya into further cooperation
thankfully, they didn’t destroy Bakugou’s phone
the heroes bust in maybe an hour later and the first one after All Might is Recovery Girl because she’ll HEAL THOSE VILLAINS INTO UNCONSCIOUSNESS
it’s a mess
everyone comes out in one piece tho
Izuku transfers pretty much all his healing energy into All Might pre-Sensei battle and so All Might is FUCKING PUMPED and manages to defeat Sensei without revealing his true form on national TV
unfortunately now all the other villains REALLY realize how important Midoriya is to All Might and co.
It’s another mess that will be solves after everyone gets some much needed sleep tbh
"It doesn't work like that for me, I could get ARRESTED,"
"Jail is temporary, death is forever,"
"Easy for you to say, you're the Grim Reaper,"
"Sounds like a skill issue, tbh,"
"Did you just say tbh OUT LOUD?!"
“If you kill a killer the number of killers stays the same.” “Just kill two, hell i killed like 17 today.”
DP x DC idea where Danny is already fighting a group of nondescript green ghosts, you know the kind like Walker’s guards, but the JL come to see what’s going on and potentially take care of the problem. But in the frenzy Danny mistakes Martian Manhunter as a ghost and sucks him into the thermos too. Only no one realizes until after the fight, so a few days later they have to track down Phantom and ask him what he did with the ghosts they fought. But he already released them into GZ, so now he’s taking a group of JL members into the GZ to find their lost pal.
Dear Eddie Munson lovers, artists and fanfiction writers/readers alike, may I present to you:
Eddie ‘The Vampire’ Munson but he can turn into a giant demobat!
Main Prompt:
The only indicator that it’s Eddie is his thick, wavy mane that trails down the back of his spine and of course, the shreds of his clothing that hung off his frame, revealing his distinct tattoos and the scarred wounds that were inflicted by the very creature that he had become.
He is beastly in a way that was different from the other monstrosities that roamed the Upside-Down; with his haunched, hulking posture; massive, leathery wings that ended in mean hooks; multitudes of long, lashing tails that struck like angry snakes behind him; and in his maw were rows and rows of viscous, white daggers that glinted when he roared.
Kaz, Vecna had called him. What a fitting name that was, Eddie had thought, clinging to one of the few distant yet clear memories that he had left in a mind that was consumed with hunger and bloodlust. A memory that Vecna had likely torn the name from. Kaz the Bloody-handed. He wondered if it was meant to mock him, to remind him of all that he will and would do under the curse that the sorcerer had put upon him. To remind him why exactly he was allowed to live.
Additional:
He has a half-way form between his most ‘human’ side and his most monstrous side. Includes:
His wings protrude from just under his shoulder blades instead of replacing his arms.
Clawed hands and feet.
All of his teeth are pointy, not just his canines.
He has a singular tail but it’s still very strong.
Dear god, he’s got taller.
Elongated ears like a Tolkien elf.
His eyes are now paler and tinged slightly red.
But no matter what his form is he’ll always:
Hear, smell and see better.
Summon and control other demobats (the others aren’t impossible, just more difficult).
Just like bats, he can use echolocation to navigate and hunt prey.
Run faster.
Hit harder.
Jump higher.
Betray Vecna.
Beat Vecna.
Return home.
Play DnD.
Co-parent.
Play guitar.
Fuck like a rockstar.
Alternative Thought:
What if he was an itty bitty demobat? Like, what if he could control his size and got all small? And you could carry him around in your pocket, or on your shoulder or in your arms?
Hope has dirt under her fingernails
Hope has dirt under her fingernails. Her broken foot trembles beneath her as she stands up, reading herself for another punch.
Faith clutches the rim of the sink, breath fogging up the mirror. Then she takes her meds and closes the door behind her.
Perseverance hands bribes to cops and takes the first cleaning job she gets, eyes averted as she gets slapped for tardiness.
Selflessness shivers on her bedroom floor, the memory of loosing a patient on the operation table replaying behind her eyelids again.
Love sits in the visitors hall of the hospital, waiting to replace the wilted flowers beside the coma patient.
Passion only leaves the house to go to therapy, the world too painful to look at for long.
Strength looks at the others and decides to make a home in their hearts.
