Plot Bunnies

Writers beware! This is mostly a writing blog where I post my various stories so feel free to read through them. Also feel free to talk to me anytime whether it's to RP, request, or just chat in general. I promise not to bite...too much. Thanks for visiting, and happy blogging!

[plotbunny-bite-me]

Awww that's too bad, but thanks for answering, i guess I just can't seem to get over them 😂 (i might as well do something with them for fun :)

Aw, they truly are love. I look forward to seeing what you do for them ❤️

Sorry I could not be of more help, but I hope you take care!

[plotbunny-bite-me]

Hello, I saw a post about there being a niceart week part three, is it true or is that a post for the last niceart week? (I just don't want to make a mistake //sweats//

Ah, I’m sorry, Anon, I’m not sure. I haven’t been in the Hamatora fandom for a long time, although it’s nice to know there are some who still love these two. Maybe try @nicearthamatora? I think they ran the 2016 one.

[plotbunny-bite-me]

Sorry, it took me a little while to find what post you were referring to, and yeah, that was just my ideas for the 2016 one. As far as I know, there hasn’t been another niceart since the 2016 one, but I could be wrong.

[plotbunny-bite-me]

Hello, I saw a post about there being a niceart week part three, is it true or is that a post for the last niceart week? (I just don't want to make a mistake //sweats//

Ah, I’m sorry, Anon, I’m not sure. I haven’t been in the Hamatora fandom for a long time, although it’s nice to know there are some who still love these two. Maybe try @nicearthamatora? I think they ran the 2016 one.

[thewhitehairedwitchgirl]

I love reading fanfics because a lot of it is just the authors going “I’m so fucking bitter about how this ended so I’m fixing it YOU’RE GODDAMN WELCOME” and I am so grateful

[himashizu]

same

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WRITING HELP/CHARACTER

writing a bitchy character (1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10)

writing a cocky character (1,2,3,4)

writing a emotion character (1,2)

How to play a hippie

Playing the quiet character.

Portraying the shopaholic.

Portraying a mute character.

Portraying a kleptomaniac.

How to play the stalker.

Writing distant, indifferent characters.

How to write a character who stutters.

Writing a character who is sassy.

A guide to playing a southern character.

Portraying characters with crushes.

How to portray a teen mom.

How to play a character who is mean.

How to portray a character high on cocaine.

Writing a character who is high on amphetamines.

Playing an efficient male character.

Portraying the asshole.

Playing a character who suffers from shyness.

How to play a mentally ill/insane character.

Writing a character who self-harms.

Writing a happy character.

Writing a character who suffers from night terrors.

Writing a character with paranoid personality disorder.

How to play a victim of rape.

How to RP a blind character.

Writing a leader.

Writing a character with Dissociative Identity Disorder.

Writing a character with depression.

Writing a character who is homosexual.

Writing a character with schizophrenia.

Playing a fe/male character.

Writing a character with Nymphomania.

How to write a worry wart.

How to write a character with HPD.

How to write a bad ass character.

Playing a pansexual.

Tips on writing a drug addict.

Tips on writing the pregnant female.

Writing insane characters.

Playing a character under the influence of marijuana.

Portraying a character with diabetes.

How to play a prankster.

Playing a character who has been adopted.

Portraying a vampire.

Playing a character with an eating disorder.

Portraying a character who is anti-social.

Portraying a character who is depressed.

How to portray someone with dyslexia.

How to portray a character with bipolar disorder.

Portraying a character with severe depression.

How to play a serial killer.

Writing a tomboy.

Playing a pyromaniac.

How to write a mute character.

How to write a character with an OCD.

How to play a stoner.

How to write an asexual character.

How to play a bitchy/vicious character.

How to play a character with HPD.

Playing a pregnant woman.

Playing the burn-out.

Writing a “nice” character.

How to play a gentleman.

How to play a shy/introvert character.

How to play a naive character.

Playing characters with memory loss.

How to write a character who smokes.

How to write pirates.

How to write characters with PTSD.

How to play a character who isn’t ready for sex.

How to play the geek.

Playing the manipulative character.

Portraying a character with borderline personality disorder.

Playing a character with Orthorexia Nervosa.

Writing a character who lost someone important.

Playing the bullies.

Portraying the drug dealer.

Playing a rebellious character.

How to portray a sociopath.

How to play a swimmer.

Portraying a ballerina.

Playing a promiscuous male.

Playing a character with cancer.

How to portray a bubbly character.

How to portray a power driven character.

How to portray the shy character.

Playing a character under the influence of drugs.

Playing a character who struggles with Bulimia.

Portraying a hippie.

Portraying sexually/emotionally abused characters.

Playing a character with asthma.

Portraying characters who have secrets.

Portraying a recovering alcoholic.

Portraying a sex addict.

How to play someone creepy.

Portraying a foreigner.

Portraying an emotionally detached character.

How to play a character with social anxiety.

Portraying a character who is high.

How to play a strong, female character.

Writing a character with a hangover.

Playing angry characters.

Playing a character who is smarter than you.

Playing and writing autistic characters.

Portraying a trans character.

How to portray a dominant character.

Playing a character who is faking a disorder.

Playing a prisoner.

Playing the opposite sex.

Portraying a character who has PTSD.

Playing a character who stutters.

How to play a depressed character who self-harms.

Portraying the “dumb” character.

How to portray a lesbian.

How to play a blind character.

How to play a sexual assault victim.

Writing a compulsive gambler.

Playing a werewolf.

Writing a character who is drunk.

Playing a Brit.

Portraying a character with amnesia.

Playing heroes.

Portraying a witty character.

How to play a vampire.

How to play a character who is manipulative.

Portraying the natural born leader.

Portraying the character who is flirtatious.

Writing a nice character.

How to portray a character who has asthma.

Playing a character with ADHD.

Amnesia

Children

Losing Someone (2)

Physical Injuries (2, 3)

Sexual Abuse (2)

Fight Scenes (2, 3, 4)

Horror

Torture

How to Describe the Body Shape of Female Characters

Character Appearance Help

Words to Describe Voice

Character Development Exercises

Art of Character Development

Introducing Characters

Characters You Need to Reinvent

Making Characters Likable

Heroes and Villains

Understanding Body Language

Mental Illness in Writing

Conflicts and Characters

How about some writing resources for those post-NaNoWriMo blues?

[plotbunny-bite-me]

Something Sweet

Fandom: Gods and Monsters

Rating: K+/G

Pairing: Hernan Guerra/Kirk Langstrom

WC: 4560

A/N: Coffee shop AU written for a friend, @scumashslanderson, who is a lovely artist that you should check out if you’re a Gods and Monsters fan.

A broken coffee machine forces Kirk to find a new source of caffeine for his evening pick-me up. One barista is all too happy to oblige.

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[modernoxygen]

You look like the moon and love me like the sun.

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Batfamily Hugs Pt.2: Jason

Original Prompt: The Batfam keep surprising Bruce with unexpected hugs

Fandom: Batman (all media types)

Rating: K+

WC: 826 

Warnings: Mentions of character death, canon typical violence, minor language

Pt.1: Dick

Jason wasn’t really part of this whole bet. I mean, he did make it with Dick, but he wasn’t actively participating. He was just collecting the money he knew he was going to win. He wasn’t going to hug the Batman. He wasn’t going to run up to him and say ‘Surprise!’ before promptly wrapping his arms around him. That wasn’t part of the deal. That wasn’t part of the plan. So when it happened… it totally wasn’t because Dickie bird told him to. Absolutely not, nor was it because Jason ever wanted to hug the Batman. Jason never wanted a hug; he never needed a hug. Some would say – particularly Dick – that Jason not being hugged as a child was the root to all his problems. Jason begged to differ.

It wasn’t that Jason was never hugged as a child. He was. His mother would hug him with promises that she would be better. She’d hold him tight to her breast with tears tugging at the corners of her eyes. Jason would never admit it, but every time she held him close and whispered in his ear, he wanted to believe her. But things don’t ever work out that way, do they? Or at least Jason grew up thinking this way, and therefore grew up a lot earlier than other kids his age.

Hugs… hugs came with broken promises. The arms around him were nothing but chains, and the words poison. Therefore, Jason didn’t want to be chained, and he wouldn’t chain anyone else to him. Even when watching Dick run up to Bruce out of nowhere to wrap his arms around him, Jason always looked away. He didn’t want to chain himself to the Batman like Dick did, nor did he want Batman to chain himself to him.

However, after Jason was revived from the Lazarus pit, after he had caused havoc in Gotham, and nearly killed the Batman, the last thing he thought he wanted – needed—were those arms wrapped around him. But they did – they were wound tightly around Jason just like chains. 

“Jason.” Was all Batman had said to him, what Bruce had pleaded to him, and yet with just the sound of his name, Jason knew what the other meant. 

‘Come back to me. We can fix this.’ Were the unspoken words, the unspoken promise. And Jason wanted to believe them.

It had been some time after that, and Bruce hadn’t hugged him since. Instead the man kept his distance, yet remained close all the same. Jason knew Bruce was walking on eggshells when it came to him, and some sadistic side of Jason wanted to keep it that way, and yet another part of him wanted… wanted a kind of closeness Jason wasn’t sure he quite deserved after everything he had done.

Nonetheless, he found himself back-to-back with the Bat, fighting like the good old days. Even after all these years, Bruce still moved like he did back then: swift and powerful, with every move calculated to what would hurt the most yet cause the least amount of damage. The sight of it all made Jason’s heart race, and blood pump with pent up adrenaline.

Spinning on his heel, he shot twice. One. Two. The two men sneaking up behind the Bat were down. In turn, Batman had turned to toss two batarangs at the men trying to sneak up on Jason. Both struck their intended targets, leaving no one left but the two standing with arms outstretched towards each other. Without thinking, Jason closed that distance.

He leaned forward, wrapped his arms around the Bat even though both hands still held smoking guns. It was only for a moment – or at least it was supposed to be. Instead Jason had stayed in that position longer than he intended, and was only reminded that he was hugging – HUGGING – the Bat when Batman awkwardly coughed before saying, “I hope those were rubber bullets.”

Jason wanted to laugh, cry really, but he swallowed it all down like he did with most things and nodded. “Tranquilizers actually.”

Jason pulled back from the Bat to twirl his pistols around his pointer fingers like an old Western cowboy and replace them back into their holsters. Batman looked unimpressed. 

“Okay, so maybe I added some paralytic agents, but what’s the big difference anyway?”

Batman narrowed his gaze behind his white lenses, and boy could Jason feel it. Nonetheless, he only smiled at Bruce thinking – knowing he surprised the old man. 

Screw Dick, he won.

But despite all that, it was only fair Jason thought. If Batman was going to chain Jason to him, then it was only fair that Jason would chain the Bat to him. 

‘You’re stuck with me now, old man.’ Were the unspoken words, and if Batman’s shadow of smirk was anything to go by, he was probably thinking: ‘Dear Lord, what have I gotten myself into?’ Or so Jason thought. 

[plotbunny-bite-me]

Batfamily Hugs Pt.1: Dick

Original Prompt: The Batfam keep surprising Bruce with unexpected hugs.

Fandom: Batman (all media types)

Rating: K

WC: 631

Bruce was emotionally… awkward. The family knew that, and yet that never stopped them from invading Bruce’s personal space. It all started with Dick Grayson, the first Robin, naturally. Grayson came from a circus where everyone was open and friendly. They would offer him bright smiles and encouraging pats on the backs. And of course the hugs. Oh, how he loved the hugs; hugs from everyone. The acrobats would pull him in with their legs when dangling from a rope or standing on their hands, the Dare Devils would trap Dick with one arm and mess his hair up, and even the elephants would wrap their long trunks lovingly around the boy wonder. And then his parents… his parents held him when he needed it most. Now they were no longer there, leaving Dick to drag his feet over to his adoptive father and slip his lanky arms around his brooding mentor. 

“Robin.” Bruce would lightly admonish while his whole frame stiffened to the sudden arms around him. However, his plea seemed to fall upon deaf ears as Dick only buried his sniffling nose further into the black cape. Only Robin could get away with wiping his runny nose on Batman’s cape.

Hearing the small boy poorly conceal his shaky sobs, Bruce wrapped one arm behind him to press against the small back of the boy as if to say, ‘Stay here; you’re safe here.’ Whether Dick fully understood the silent message or not, he only wrapped his arms around Batman tighter, and didn’t dare to let go.

Now, even at an age when boys – men didn’t really hug their fathers, Dick wrapped his long arms around Bruce’s shoulders accompanied by his legs around the older man’s waist. 

“Dick.” Bruce set his cup of coffee down. He didn’t even need to glance over his shoulder to know who it was. 

“See! I told you he would set his coffee down for me.” Dick hollered back at a scoffing Jason. Meanwhile Bruce could feel an impending headache throb at his temple. He promptly picked his coffee back up and moved around the kitchen as if he didn’t have an ex-robin clinging to his back. 

“Hey Bruce.”

“Yes, Dick?”

“Can you grab me a bowl?” Bruce did so wordlessly, “Thanks, now can you pour me some cereal?” Bruce sighed, but reached for the box of Cheerios nonetheless. 

“Not that one!” Bruce’s hand faltered as he was forced to lean forward with Dick’s weight pushing him into the counter. “Captain Crunch.”

Bruce clenched his jaw, annoyed, but reached for the right cereal this time. “Your teeth are going to fall out with all the sugar you eat.”

“Don’t worry, Bruce. I brush twice a day as per Alfred’s instructions.”

Bruce released a small huff of a laugh, “I’m sure you do.”

Without having to be told, Bruce poured Dick some milk too for his cereal, and handed his ward a spoon as well. 

“Thanks, Bruce.” Dick took the spoon, promptly set his legs upon the ground once more, and took his bowl of cereal to eat in front of a dumbfounded Jason.

Once Jason got a hold of himself, he pointed his fork over at Dick accusingly, “That doesn’t count.”

“What’d ya mean it doesn’t count? Of course it counts. I hugged him.”

“Yeah, but he wasn’t surprised by it.”

“You can’t surprise, Bruce. Unless I told him Babs was pregnant – which she’s not—” Dick promptly added before Jason could comment, “Bruce wouldn’t be surprised.”

“Maybe not by you.”

“Fine then, you give it a go.”

Jason smirked, “Nice try, but that wasn’t part of the agreement either.” He pushed away from the table to put away his dishes before Alfred could admonish him, “Oh, and you owe me twenty bucks, Dickie bird.” 

[jadebui01]

Writer fact

Open more tabs for writing fanfic than for assignments

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Foggy Hearts & Kiss Marks

Fandoms: Batman (all media types), Superman (all media types), DCU

Rating: T

Pairing: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne

WC: 3268

A/N: This was written in response to someone asking about the foggy hearts in my previous story, Morning Habit, which you do not have to read to understand this one.

"Let it be known that although the Batman may stand for justice, Bruce Wayne stood for revenge. Clark really should have seen it coming."

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[plotbunny-bite-me]

Jason Called

Fandom: DC Comics, Batman (all media types)

Rating: T

WC: 3148

Warning: Strong Language, and Homicidal tendencies

A/N: Batfamily centered fic with mostly Jason, and Tim. I wrote this for a friend.

“So you call Dick every time some ghost decides to haunt you?”

“Look, I’m not a good guy. I think we can both agree to that, right? And with my past, understandably I’d have some pissed off ghost after me, and Dick always knows what to do, so I call him, and we’re both still alive.”

“Unfortunately.” Tim muttered. He could kill Jason. Hell, he was ready to beat him bloody with the crowbar as soon as he kicked down the door, but seeing Jason now, shaking, and looking about ready to jump out the window if he could, it just looked… wrong. This wasn’t Jason. Jason was a cocky, stupid, annoyance. He wasn’t a shaking mess. Something had to be terribly wrong for Jason to be this shaken up, and Tim would get to the bottom of it.

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[plotbunny-bite-me]

So I’m transferring most of my works onto AO3, and will be posting new works there since FF.Net hasn’t been working for me recently. You can find me by the same name as my FF.Net one. I just wanted to let those who follow me on FF.Net to know since I can’t do it through FF.Net. Sorry for the inconvenience.

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BirthRate Drabble: Bye Bye

Rating: K

WC: 996

A/N: I actually started this quite some time ago, but just now got to finishing it. So here’s to the long delay of Birthday/Ratio drabbles. Also, this was inspired by the song and music video Bye Bye by Cro.

A long sigh escaped past the young man’s lips as he leaned back into his seat watching the world around him turn into nothing but a blur. Music sounded from his ears to another song about living life to the fullest. It wasn’t poetic or waxed with convoluted metaphors, but it had a good beat matched with a voice sufficient enough to drown out the world around him. That was, until his entire world seemed to freeze on its axis.

Now the young man did not believe in love at first sight, prince charming, or any knight in shinning armor. What adult in their right mind believed in such a fairy-tale notion? Only little school girls dreamed about such things behind their giggling hands, and shy smiles. And yet… there he was, on some rickety old subway train looking upon the most beautiful person he had ever seen in his life. Albeit a short one so far, but Birthday doubted he’d ever see another face so beautiful. It was the face of an angel if ever one did exist.

‘!’ Birthday swiftly adverted his gaze anywhere but those stern blue eyes that had met his.

‘Shit, way to go Birthday.’ The young man berated himself as he dared not glance up again at the enigmatic man. He continued to mentally curse as he felt his face grow hot and his hands beginning to clasp and unclasp uselessly. God, the other man was looking at him wasn’t he? He was probably wondering what kind of idiot was staring at him. What a creep Birthday must be. At that thought, Birthday bit back another curse at how stupid he could be, but if he was going to be judged now by a total stranger that he would most likely never see again, there was nothing else to lose at this point. So Birthday looked up once more, paused, mouth agape at the sight of the young man smiling at him. It wasn’t a broad one. It was a small quirk of the corner of those beautiful man’s lips as those eyes he found so piercing now looked tired but… curious. Had Birthday not turned him off? Either that, or the man had smacked his head upon the concrete and didn’t know he was now permanently brain damaged to think Birthday was anything to smile at.

Damn, where was his self confidence when he needed it?!

His face felt hot as the picture of those little school girls dreaming about prince charming popped in his head, followed by the man before him sweeping off his feet quite literally to carry him off into the sunset and to the nearest empty grave so he can bury himself in humiliation by sundown.

‘Get a grip!’ Birthday mentally screamed while the other half was yelling at him to move. Take a chance. Say hi. Go sit next to him and find out what his name is so you can be Mrs. Prince Charming. No matter how many times he mocked himself, urged himself to do something, he found his body paralyzed. Whatever connected his brain to the rest of his body must have been temporarily severed because Birthday would not move a muscle, an inch, a finger. Birthday feared that even if this man had a meat cleaver in his hand, Birthday would gladly allow him to cut open his chest and take his heart. Who knew there was a face that could do that? Who knew that he would ever get to see that face in his life time?

So this is what people meant when they say looks can kill? Birthday continued playing with the various metaphors and imagining all the ridiculous, impossible scenarios when he realized the train had stopped, and that small smile had faded. The man was getting up, and though Birthday’s heart stopped while scenarios sixty-two through seventy-seven that all started out like this, began to resurface full throttle, his mind short circuited when he realized those impossibly long legs weren’t walking in his way. They were in fact going the other direction. The man was leaving.

As if Birthday had been shocked with a thousand volts of determination, Birthday jolted from his seat to race after the closing doors. Instead, the delay for his brain to jump start again had been too long, and the doors closed. Electrifying blue eyes met those of Prince Charming, who was now looking at him stunned on the crowded platform, and all Birthday could do was press his hand against the glass that now separated them.

A few seconds later, which felt equivalent to an hour, the train lurched and began to pull away from the station. The image of his Prince was passing him, and Birthday couldn’t let him go. Not yet; not now. Birthday ran through the train, never looking away from the other as he most likely looked like a crazy person. He didn’t care. He returned the smile his Prince had given him before, which was all teeth and eyes bright. It looked as though Birthday was a second away from laughing, and Birthday wouldn’t be surprised if he did.

Unfortunately the train did not go on forever. There had to be an end at some point, as Birthday halted at the small window at the very end of the train. His hand pressed against the glass, his smile slightly faltering for half a beat. This was the end. This was good-bye to his Prince Charming, his happily-ever after.

However, as he looked at the very end of the platform, he realized that his Prince Charming had ran after him, was running with him every step of the way as he pushed through those that blocked his path, and now stood at the end of the platform smiling back. Yes, this was good-bye for both of them. This was good-bye to what could have been the love of his life.

[plotbunny-bite-me]

The five types of writers block

Inspirationless: where you have the motivation but just can't think of anything good to write.

Motivation Deprived: you have the idea, but just, don't really wanna.

Pooped: Basically you have no ideas and don't really feel like writing anyways.

Procrastination: Where you are SO PUMPED TO GET THIS THING DONE!! But, there's that other thing, and, your show is on, and, you'll just do it tomorrow.

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