Plot Bunny Breeder

she/her | 💙💛💖 | 30 | Multi-Fandom Collection of story ideas, from random crossovers to rare pairings, up for adoption if anyone wants to actually write these out in full. Inclusive - poly/kink/LGBTQ+/respect humans

[plotbunnybreeder]

We're living in the exposition era for a fix-it time travel story

[plotbunnybreeder]

In Scripturam Veritas

An unknown number texts Derek in an obviously drunken post-breakup ramble. He never expected their texts to lead to friendship or feelings. Just his luck to fall for someone that might not even live in the same state.

Then his scattered pack members come home from college for summer break with a whole other pack in tow.

OR

Isaac and Cora start dating, and Scott wants to be a proper Alpha and have their two packs officially meet. It's Stiles' job as Emissary to help the McCall Pack make a good impression on the historied Hale Pack, but it's hard to speak formally when the Hale Alpha is the physical embodiment of his perfect type.

Who he's been unknowingly texting for the past couple of months.

[fairuzfan]

Here's a website where Palestine GoFundMes are vetted and shared that you can send out to people. The url is gazafunds.com

Easy to use and simple. Just share the site whenever someone asks for GFMs for Palestine.

[the-blue-fairie]

Original comic by Rasenth

[ebenana]

Leelah Alcorn was a trans girl, a teenager, who sadly committed suicide nearly 10 years ago. I'm happy that the comic she loved so much still touches the hearts of so many people, years after her death.

I saved screenshots of her blog and last message to the world. Her parents had a lot of control over how she was perceived after her death, but it was also to prevent deletion by Tumblr itself. Even back then, Tumblr has been shadow banning trans women on this platform.

My heart goes out to all trans women who are struggling with society's expectations of who they are supposed to be and who they are allowed to be. May you find peace, growth, and respite from whatever you're going through. You deserve happiness, most of all. Thank you for living, thank you for being here with us.

[plotbunnybreeder]

All the World's a Stage

aka a silly RomCom fake-ABO-relationship plot bunny because my brain does things

Jaskier wondered if he was secretly cursed at birth to have outrageously bad luck for the string of events that led to his current circumstances: abducted, labeled an Omega, apparently sold at the highest bid for an Omega ever, and sold to the infamous White Wolf Alpha warlord of Kaer Morhen.

Except it turns out the White Wolf isn't an Alpha.

Somehow they have to convince everyone around them (enemies and allies alike) that they're a successfully mated Alpha-Omega pair or the consequences will be greater than just shipping Jaskier back to the family that never wanted him in the first place.

Inspired by the linked post below:

Falling Headfirst from Time to Time

i shan’t say it

[metalheadsagainstfascism]

For all of the northerners that stood up for Texas during our freeze and said, "Don't make fun of them, they've never dealt with this before. Their infrastructure isn't made for snow and freezing."

This one is for you.

Where I live 108°F with 80% humidity with no wind is normal.

Pacific North West is dealing historic best waves 35-40°C or 95-105°F.

First of all. Don't make fun of them for bitching about the heat. Just like Texas isn't built for a freeze and our pipes burst, Pacific North West isn't built for heat and a lot of their homes don't have AC.

If you live somewhere with a high humidity like 80+ HUMIDITY IS NOT YOUR FRIEND. The "humidity makes it feel cooler" is a lie once it gets beyond a point.

If you live somewhere with a lower humidity, misters are nice to cool off outside.

Once you get over 90°F (32°C) a fan will not help you. It's just pushing around hot air. (I mean if you can't afford a small AC unit because they're expensive as hell, by all means a fan is better than nothing).

If you have pets, those portable AC units aren't safe. If your pets destroy the outtake thing, it'll leak CO2. Window units are safer.

Window AC units will let mosquitoes or other small bugs in. Sucks, but that's life.

Now is not the time to me modest. If you have to cover for religious reasons, by all means. If you don't, I've seen people wear short shorts and a swim top. It's not trashy if it keeps you from getting heat stroke.

If you do have to cover up for religious reasons, look for elephant pants or something similar. They're made with a breathable material.

Shade is better than no shade, but that shit it just diet sun after some point. Don't think shade will save you from heat stroke.

I know the "drink your water" is a fun meme now, but if you're sweating excessively you need electrolytes. Drink Gatorade, Powerade, or Pedialite PLEASE. I don't care if you're fucking sitting in one spot all day. That shit WILL save you from heat stroke.

Most importantly. RESEARCH THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN HEAT STROKE AND HEAT EXHAUSTION PLEASE!

If you're diabetic and can't drink Gatorade, mix water, fruit juice, and either lite salt or pink salt

If you can afford it, cover windows with thick curtains to insulate the house

If you have tile floors, lay on them with skin to tile contact. If you don't, laying your head on cool counters works too.

If the temperature where you're at is hotter than your body temperature, don't wear heat wicking clothing. Moisture wicking is safe though.

Check your medication labels. Many make you more susceptible to sun and heat

-Room temperature water will get into your body faster. This is something I learned doing marching band in high summer in Georgia, and it saved all of our asses. Sip it, don't gulp it, especially if you're getting into the red; same goes for whatever fluid you're drinking. And just in general drink during the day.

-If you are moving from an air conditioned space to an un-air conditioned space, if at all possible try to make the shift gradual. When my dad and I were working outside and in un-ac houses a few years ago, he'd turn the air down to low in the truck about ten-fifteen minutes before we got where we were going. This way your body doesn't go from low low temps to high temps. S'bad for you.

-If you can, keep your lights off during the day. Light bulbs may not generate a lot of heat, but the difference is noticeable when it gets hot enough. I literally only turn my bedroom light on in the evening when it gets too dark.

Don't be afraid to just like... pour water on yourself if you need to. The evaporation will cool you off.

Put your hand to the cement for 15 seconds. If you can't handle the heat, it'll burn your dog's paws. Don't let them walk on it.

Dogs with flat faces are more prone to heat stroke. Don't leave them out unsupervised.

Frozen fruit is delicious in water.

Wet/Cold hat/handkerchief on your head/neck will help you stay cool.

Pickle juice is great for electrolytes! You can even make pickle juice Popsicles!

Heat exhaustion is more, "drink water and get you cooled off." Heat stroke is more "Oh my god call 911."

Image Description provided by @loveize

[Image description: an infographic showing the difference between heat exhaustion and heat stroke. The graphic is labeled "Heat Dangers: First Warning." Signs of heat exhaustion: faint or dizzy, excessive sweating, cool, pale, clammy skin, rapid, weak pulse, muscle cramps. If you think you or someone else may be experiencing heat exhaustion, get to a cool, air-conditioned place, drink water if conscious, and take a cool shower or use cold compress. Signs of heat stroke: throbbing headache, no sweating, red, hot, dry skin, rapid, strong pulse, may lose consciousness. If you think you or someone else may be experiencing heat stroke, call 911. End description]

Be safe.

-fae

[bits-and-pieces-of]

As someone who works outdoors in the summertime: OP is very, very correct and heat is NOT a joke.

I would also like to add that beyond a certain temperature, cold water can genuinely be dangerous as a shock to your system. Roofers especially are often BARRED from drinking cold water, because going from nearly 40°C heat and then drinking something ice-cold can CAUSE ACTUAL SEIZURES.

Your best bet is lukewarm or slightly cool water, combined with wrapping an ice pack in some cloth and putting it on the back of your neck or tucking it into your belt.

And for the love of god if you have to go outside, wear BIG FLOPPY UGLY HATS as well as sunscreen. (Good Sunscreen. 60SPF minimum.) Sunburns retain heat and are Fucking Miserable on top of giving you cancer. Bad ones dry out your skin and can cause infections when you’re still sweating a lot and it gets into blisters.

Heat Stress is cumulative. If you are out trying to do the same thing Monday to Friday, something that you could manage on Monday is probably going to knock you flat on your ass on Friday if you don’t pace yourself.

If you’ve had any sort of heat-stress illness in the past, you are more prone to getting it again and more easily than someone who’s never had it.

[themythicalcodfish]

reblogging bc it’s getting solidly into the Deep Heat where I am.

[toastweasel]

[fiction-is-not-reality]

In bigger letters for those in the back:

As a critiquer, your job is not to “make this piece of writing better” but to understand what the writer wants to achieve and help them to achieve it

[notactuallyaduck]

Applies beyond writing as well.

[jordanlhawk-deactivated20260503]

Also applies to editing. I was recently talking to another writer whose editor (at a publisher) almost destroyed her desire to keep writing. Writers, know the signs of a shitty editor versus one who actually wants to help you achieve your vision, and don’t be afraid to ask for a different one. (Or fire a bad one if you’re indy.)

[keirgreeneyes]

Highest marks to @becoming-a-fox for inspiring me to write my heart out!

[star-anise]

When I was younger and more abled, I was so fucking on board with the fantasy genre’s subversion of traditional femininity. We weren’t just fainting maidens locked up in towers; we could do anything men could do, be as strong or as physical or as violent. I got into western martial arts and learned to fight with a rapier, fell in love with the longsword.

But since I’ve gotten too disabled to fight anymore, I… find myself coming back to that maiden in a tower. It’s that funny thing, where subverting femininity is powerful for the people who have always been forced into it… but for the people who have always been excluded, the powerful thing can be embracing it.

As I’m disabled, as I say to groups of friends, “I can’t walk that far,” as I’m in too much pain to keep partying, I find myself worrying: I’m boring, too quiet, too stationary, irrelevant. The message sent to the disabled is: You’re out of the narrative, you’re secondary, you’re a burden.

The remarkable thing about the maiden in her tower is not her immobility; it’s common for disabled people to be abandoned, set adrift, waiting at bus stops or watching out the windows, forgotten in institutions or stranded in our houses. The remarkable thing is that she’s like a beacon, turning her tower into a lighthouse; people want to come to her, she’s important, she inspires through her appearance and words and craftwork.  In medieval romances she gives gifts, write letters, sends messengers, and summons lovers; she plays chess, commissions ballads, composes music, commands knights. She is her household’s moral centre in a castle under siege. She is a castle unto herself, and the integrity of her body matters.

That can be so revolutionary to those of us stuck in our towers who fall prey to thinking: Nobody would want to visit; nobody would want to listen; nobody would want to stay.

[aurevell]

In Case of Emergency, Call Steter | 9k | T

Peter only finds out he’s Stiles’s emergency contact when the hospital calls.

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Peter only finds out he’s Stiles’s emergency contact when the hospital calls.

After the initial moment of confusion, in which he’s certain there’s been a mistake, the receptionist takes his silence for shock and falls over herself to promise Stiles is in good hands. His injuries are not life-altering. He’s young enough to bounce back in no time. The medical team handling his case is excellent.

Peter contemplates hanging up on her. It’s the same impulse he has with telemarketers: the flood of information is pointless. Negligible. Water is wet. Stiles is human. He’s always getting battered and bruised. Evidently, he doesn’t even take holiday weekends off.

No one could possibly hold Peter responsible for this.

But then, apparently someone does. Someone has listed Peter as an emergency contact, even in place of far more likely alternatives. Scott McCall, for a start. Or barring that, his gaggle of underlings. Not to mention Stiles’s own father.

That’s an intriguing detail.

By the time the receptionist has begun rattling off the rules for visiting hours, Peter has changed his mind. It’s an unusual situation. A minor mystery. And Peter has never been one to leave mysteries to rot.

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Read the rest on AO3

[plotbunnybreeder]

It is the year 2024 and one of my friends only now decided to dive into the lore of Homestuck because video essay rabbit holes will do that to you.

For this friend, I came up with the shortest summary of this webcomic I could conceive and I figured if anyone else could appreciate it, it would be Tumblr people.

Condensed description of Homestuck:

A group of kids play a video game that ends up actually affecting reality around them, eventually destroying their planet. The intended goal of the game is to win and create a new universe, but things get complicated when an NPC goes rogue, multiple game sessions overlap and collide, and one of the sessions was 'cleared' by a glitch-cheating incel (he literally killed his inner female personality and stunted his own emotional development) who's doing whatever he wants.

The players of the other game sessions then have to decide to either subordinate the others or find a way to work together to survive and finally create a new universe for them to live in.

[plotbunnybreeder]

One for the History Books

For generations there were rumors about where Alpha sparks came from, how a family line began if the spark passed on one-to-one through death or tragedy. True Alphas were rare enough many believed there was another way, another method.

In werewolf folklore, there were whispers that soulbonding with a Spark could strengthen an Alpha spark or create one in a Beta, a creation of a pack through love not death. These whispers were brushed off as wishful thinking for a less cruel world than one ruled by luck or pain.

Stiles is already halfway through the courtship process with a prominent member of the famous Hale pack when he awakens as a Spark, and some people are less surprised about his awakening than is comforting. Old and new suitors vy for his hand --his soul, really-- to bond with, and Stiles has to make a choice.

[bloodyl1ps]

this post hasn't left my mind since i've first saw it

[sonicrainbooms]

people jest but this is literally how i worked out i was gaslit for like 15 years of my life

[aphony-cree]

People who “want trauma” are recognizing, on some level, that they were traumatized but in a way that’s not “socially recognized” as trauma. What they really want is for people to see that they’ve been traumatized and be on their side

[respected-demon]

Hold up

[portraitoftheoddity]

I think it’s also important to talk about mental illness, and how the pain and trauma of being mentally ill as a kid is often diminished because of the lack of outside actors. If you spent your childhood being suicidally depressed because your wee little kiddo brain decided to be a chemical shitshow, it doesn’t matter how much mom and dad loved you, that kinda thing fucks you up. And having people only look at your external surroundings and argue that “nothing bad happened” ignores all the pain you went through internally. So wishing you could have something external you could point to in order to justify that pain and enduring stress -- just so people could understand -- makes sense. 

[elfwreck]

It's not so much "I wish I had been traumatized" as "I wish I had a name, an event, an explanation for my trauma that other people would understand and accept."

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

hey um queer desi people if you think you're alone, i promise you're not. i'm here, we're here, and we exist. i love you.

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

you've also not been "brainwashed by the West" or whatever bullshit I've heard over and over. queer people have existed in the Indian subcontinent and its neighbours for as long as humans have. you're not something Other and you don't deserve to be alienated from the aspects of your culture that you love. you have as much right to your history as anyone else.

you are free to reject it or choose not to associate with it for various reasons, of course, but you make that choice. they don't get to make it for you.

so yeah.

you're so valid, and so loved.

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

yeah please reblog/share this even if you're not desi or queer, because i need it to find as many of them as possible, because it's so, so easy for us to forget that we do have a community and that we aren't alone.

our cultures are generally extremely social, with large families and communities for every single tiny thing, and that's how we were raised. to feel alienated, and to feel alone, is a horrifying feeling for anyone, but it's so different when you grow up in a society where everyone else has so much security and support and belongs. because then you start to wonder if you're the one who's wrong, whether there really is no one else like you, because everyone seems to have a community except for you.

so yes. please share this. i want us to know, that we aren't fucking alone. and we deserve that sense of community just as much as anyone else.

[plotbunnybreeder]

Chasing after Gold

a Viktuuri reincarnation microfic

Across too many lives and thousands of years, Victor chased after his love. In each life his love was from a higher caste, or more talented, or more popular, or more successful than him. His love was always far kinder, always surrounded by others who loved and cared for him, too.

Victor studied, trained, sometimes even fought and killed for the right to be at his love's side.

Sometimes Victor failed. Sometimes Victor didn't meet his love before one of them died or, in one awful life, Victor failed to recognize his love before his love married someone else. They needed to make eye contact for Victor to recognize his love and a kiss to seal their bond.

Whenever he succeeded and finally kissed his love, the memories of their lives slowly returned to his love.

They spent weeks crying and making love together when they first reunited, and whenever Victor failed to reunite them the life before.

In his latest life, Victor was blessed with talent, looks, and the popularity that followed those blessings. He trained hard in order to be known throughout the globe, achingly aware of how many more people lived across farther reaches than in any of his past lives.

He met as many people as he could, agreeing to attend countless gatherings, accidentally gaining a promiscuous reputation in his search for his love. The blur of faces from numerous countries made him forgetful of all but those he spent the most time with or the competitors he needed to stay on top of.

He adopted a dog to curb his loneliness and because his love always adored dogs, even if they didn't always have one of their own.

Then, at another skating competition where he won another cold medal and planned to go back to another empty hotel room, he noticed someone's eyes on him. He reflexively offered to take a commemorative photo, thinking it was a fan, and then their eyes met.

His love stared back at him and all too soon his love's face warped with pain and he walked away from Victor.

His coach stopped him from following his love, citing press conferences and interviews and Victor realized his attention carried more weight in this life than in any before it. He would not risk their reunion failing due to overzealous tabloids.

For the first time in years Victor looked forward to a Grand Prix banquet, and quickly caught sight of his love, who Chris informed him was named Yuuri Katsuki. He agonized over how to approach his love, the pained reaction from earlier at the front of his mind.

His love drank flute after flute of champagne, and then they were dancing and laughing together and Victor wondered if this life would be easy; that they would kiss and reunite and Victor would convince Yuri to skate with him in Russia and...

Then Yuuri said he would compete for Victor. That we would have a dance-off with Yuri, win, and earn Victor as his coach for his reward.

Was this what all those lives were for? To prepare Victor for how it felt to be pursued? To grant him wisdom to guide Yuuri on his path to chase after Victor's resume of achievements this time?

Maybe this time, they were chasing after each other.

[send-up-my-heart-to-you-deactiv]

i dont think anything compares to the joy of getting asks on tumblr or getting comments on ao3

its like, wow. human communication thru the internet. except it feels personal. but yknow, in a nice way, not in an invasive way

its like, you CLICKED on MY account and read thru MY posts and cared enough to leave me a personal message. smth so cute abt that

[casually-eat-my-soul]

Random thought:

Sterek childhood friends set in the abo universe. Stiles going over the hales house one day with his mother and just being adopted and never really leaving.

Introverted Derek who doesn’t like people and usually take forever to get use to them immediately throwing out that rule when stiles is around. They are never more that 2 feet away from each other. Derek tells stiles and his mother (his alpha) that one day he’s going to marry stiles. Everyone and I mean everyone in beacon hills is aware that they belong to each other. They are very unhinged about each other.

When Stiles presents he’s also unlocks his spark abilities. This changes this as other alphas from different pack start to try and court him. This pies off no both him and Derek as they had wanted to wait until they were older to give each other mating bites, but without them people still see stiles as available.

This all comes to head when stiles is at the Hale house when another pack is coming to visit. Some dumbass keeps making flirty remarks at stiles all night. Especially at dinner where he sits across from stiles, and decides to challenges Derek for stiles mating right. The hales and the visit pack immediately breaks out into arguments, Peter and his wife try and stab a few of the visiting wolfs with their butter knives.

Derek strangely, is not screaming at the visitor, this is not to say he’s not angry, to say he would be beyond furious is putting it lightly. Derek gets up, stands behind stiles. He looks the other alpha in the eyes as he leans down, uses his fingers to tilt stiles head and bites down on his mating gland.

The table goes silent, stiles sits there perfectly still and waits for Derek to be finished. Once Derek pulls his teeth from stiles neck, stiles kisses him and then turns and smile sweetly at the dumbass who started this in the first place as he verbally rips into him. Derek stands behind him with the biggest cockiest smirk on his face as stiles rips this guys to shreds, as his omega claims in a room full of people that no one would ever reach the level that Derek is.

Just sterek being blatantly in love and obsessive over each other.

[plotbunnybreeder]

Love this and got inspired with an alternate idea:

Stiles and Derek promise their parents they'll wait until they're adults to have Derek mating-bite Stiles. No one wants them to be accused of being forced into it as minors or making impulsive decisions as minors, etc etc etc. Stiles and Derek care enough about their parents they're willing to (publicly) go along with what they want.

No one knows Stiles already bit Derek. It's not common for Omegas to bite their Alpha, especially if it's not on the usual neck gland, but there was no way was Stiles going to let Derek walk around as if he wasn't spoken for. Everyone thinks Derek's subdued pheromones are due to an impressive level of control, not because he's already claimed.

Stiles is internally smug about all the courtship requests Derek gets knowing they're already halfway mated.

Stiles never expected to be the one fighting off greedy, power-hungry suitors after he unlocks his Spark.

[interestingmistakes]

Reblogging this manually. Op doesn't want credit for fear of being terminated.

[martyrbat]

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