#fic plotting

[bluemoonscape]

Transfem Anakin being called beautiful girl by Obi-Wan for the first time save me…

[zakomushroom]

Livwood(Razwood)/Supernatural(not the show but in general)- AU.

This is something I posted on X!! No beta reading no nothing, I wrote it in the heat of a moment, and English isn't even my first language. Enjoy my scribbles😭

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Livio, who has been under Nicholas's wing for the past decade, and now decided he wanted out of this rather co-dependent, unhealthy relationship he has with his so called ''brother'', an older man named Nicholas. D. Wolfwood.

Livio was an adult with a future, he has a job, he can feed himself, and he's totally fine living on without Wolfwood.

Wolfwood, on the other hand, was strongly against Livio leaving his care, and convinces him NOT to leave the house. Livio calls out on him, calling him obsessed with delusion of them being a family when they are just a bunch of orphans who were adopted by a man named Chapel. He didn't mean it, really. Wolfwood was nothing but kind and caring towards Livio when their adoptive father left them. He was always reliable. But Livio also thought they were too close, codependent to be healthy adults. Harsh words spilled out in the heat of the moment, Wolfwood seemed surprised by Livio's backlash, and said no more as he watched Livio leave their small house in shock.

Livio had a good job opportunity a few states away so he took it. Livio did favor stable jobs unlike his brother, whose so-called "night job" Livio knew nothing about.

He moved into the new room he rented, settled there to live his dream life until tragedy struck a month into his new life.

Livio couldn't remember a thing when it happened.

He woke up bloody, confused and shocked in his apartment, with no idea what happened after he came home from work late today.

And what surprised him more was Wolfwood who lay there, bloodied, half dead on his blood-soaked bed.

When Wolfwood called him weakly, he slowly approached him. Scared because it was obvious who the assaulter was.

He looked down at the man he called his brother's battered body. It looked nothing like something human could do. Severe bite marks on his neck and arm, three long bloody lines across his chest etched deep in by what looked like some animal claw, still bleeding fresh and heavy.

One of his eyes was clawed out, like some sick display of dominance, and Livio looked down at himself. He could taste blood in his mouth.

When Livio started to shake uncontrollably in shock, Wolfwood just rasped out his name again.

He stretched his shaking hand towards Livio. Calling him to come close by that familiar gesture.

So Livio obeyed. Just like he used to when they were kids. Nicholas always comforted him. He was always there with him. Stayed through every crappy moment in Livio's life since he was 10.

So he approached his brother who lay there like some sick gore exhibit, weirdly artistic if someone with a twisted mind saw the display. Livio certainly didn't find the sight beautiful...He wanted to believe that. But something...deep inside him, said otherwise. He couldn't help but to lick his blood-tainted lips, as though he were staring down at the most delicious meal he ever laid his eyes on.

When Livio slowly got close enough for the half-dead Wolfwood to reach, he reached. He took Livio's hand in his with surprising strength for a dying man.

What happened next was beyond Livio's understanding.

Wolfwood didn't hesitate when he bit into Livio's wrist...where the blood flowed the most with his unnaturally long canine tooth, and started drinking his blood like his life depended on it. Livio yelped in sudden piercing pain and surprise, but he couldn't take his eyes off his brother as he suckled in Livio's flowing blood.

Livio couldn't believe when he noticed Wolfwood's deadly wounds started to close on their own.

Like some invisible hands working on his brother's bronze skin, tracing those horrible wounds with its healing hand.

As Livio started to feel dizzy, Wolfwood finally took his mouth off his wrist. Looking up at stunned Livio with both his eyes, no scar, no nothing, still bloodied, but healed completely.

"That's what you get for not listening to me, ya big goof. "

Wolfwood said in his raspy voice, smirking somewhat shyly as if he got caught red-handed.

Livio stood there, a little dizzy, covered in his brother's blood.

"What....what the fuck are you?"

Wolfwood sighed at that. Looking very annoyed at the question Livio just dropped.

"I guess....no more hiding the truth from you, huh."

Wolfwood sat up on Livio's bed, looked straight into Livio's amber eyes.

"The question is...What the fuck are WE."

Wolfwood reached for his torn jacket and pulled out his cigarette, lit up casually and took a deep drag.

"...God I hate this sappy shit."

"NICO. Please. I- I don't even know if I should call the police or an ambulance! "

"Neither, Dipshit. No thanks to your ass."

Wolfwood certainly wasn't happy about this whole...situation. Livio felt bad. Did he REALLY hurt his brother?

"Listen, Livio. You know how our old man was a low-key crazy son of a bitch, yeah? And he was crazy for a REASON."

Wolfwood sighed out a thick cloud of smokes. Savouring the ashy taste.

He continued.

"Because he was a Vampire. And not just any Vampire, he was a Vampire Prime. And I'm a Vampire who was supposed to be his heir, and you're a fucking Lycan. "

Livio couldn't believe what he just heard.

"What...?"

He rasped back. Wolfwood blew another puff of smoke out. Looking closely, he seemed pretty shaken too. He was shivering. His eyes were slightly distant like they were behind some thin veil of sorrow. Livio could see it.

"O-ok, everything is crazy, and I, I can't...I don't even know what happened here but, you need to go to the hospital Nico. You- you lost so much blood. "

Nicholas just shook his head.

"Hospitals can't do shit for us, Livio. Remember the last time you were there?"

"Uh... yeah. You took me when I got that flu when I was in 6th grade."

Wolfwood narrowed his eyes, taken aback by Livio's clear response.

"Uh- Yeah. Maybe that one-time. That was that. But other than that? None. Also that wasn't the flu, and I took you there so I could get my supplies. You were just a good... excuse. "

"What?!"

"Shut up. That ain't the point. Livio."

Wolfwood lit up another cigarette.

"You were supposed to be under my protection for a reason. "

Wolfwood stood up, but he sat again. Livio's chest hurt with guilt he didn't know he should have.

"Listen. You're a Lycan. You were turned into one when you were 10. Chapel took you in because his authority at the time was strong and it'd set a good example for all the supernatural folks out there. Lycans are pretty rare these days. I was born half-lycan and I was already under Chapel's care. I was happy when Chapel asked me to look over you, you know. I didn't know much of my kind back then. "

"...w- wait. I thought you said you were a Vampire."

"I'm both. Chapel started to inject me with his blood to make me his new heir or some shit. The man was obsessed with hybrids. But it didn't work. I'm guessing that dumb fuck gave me too much of his blood and apparently, Vampire blood took over all the Lycan blood I had in me. In other words, his experiment failed."

Livio couldn't wrap his mind around any of these. But he couldn't stop to ask "Why would he do any of that in first place?"

Wolfwood's cigarettes were burning out fast. He shook his head as he took another drag.

"Who knows. For all I know the bastard was crazy. Caught up in his delusion of 'savin' the species' and whatnot. When Chapel realized his plan no longer went as he expected, he just...dipped. Vanished when I was 15. You were 12. Abandoned us in some crappy shack to starve and die. At least he taught my ass how to fend for myself but you? He didn't even tell you who you were. "

Livio sat down on the couch, thinking to himself. He DID remember Chapel. His supposed adoptive father. But all he remembered was how strict and cold he was. Cruel to Nicholas. He always dressed well, so Livio assumed he was rich. But none of those perks blessed Livio and Wolfwood.

Livio never really thought anything about the man. He wasn't close enough to him to even feel anything. For most of his life his concern was his brother and himself.

"So...why are you here...? What happened here tonight? Did I go crazy and attack you?"

"Pretty much. " Wolfwood said in his gruff voice. He looked really bad. He's just good covering them, like always. One thing Livio couldn't stand about the man.

"But...why now? Why did I attack you now? I mean if I'm...a werewolf, shouldn't I be craving blood and go crazy every full moon? Isn't that..what they do?"

Wolfwood gave Livio that look when he was tired and annoyed and really, tired to the bone, but he replied carefully.

"...The thing about me... is that I'm not just a normal vamp. I used to be a Lycan too. And I...dunno the exact science crap behind this whole thing but...I can extract Lycan blood from ya. Enough so you don't turn into one every month. "

Livio gawked at Wolfwood.

"Wait. So you're tellin' me...Does that mean"

"Yes. I sucked your blood every month, you're welcome."

Wolfwood looked away sheepishly.

Livio couldn't figure out how Nicholas did that. He had no clue he even did that.

"What the fuck Nico."

"What? I did it so you won't be a monster like the others. Like I said, Lycans are rare these days. And hunters... oh they'll be more than happy to hunt your pretty ass if they found any trace of you."

"So you're sayin' for the past decade...you've been sucking my blood, and not just blood but my 'werewolf' blood so I don't go crazy and live a normal life?"

"...I don't like how charitable that sounds. "

"So...tonight, you came for me so that...I don't turn into a werewolf?"

"A bit too late, but yeah. For an untrained Lycan you were pretty strong Liv. Who knows? With the right trainin' you'll be a heck of a tank."

"But I don't want to be a tank. NICO. I gouged your eye out! You..you were like, dead! "

"Almost went up to the good place for monsters but nah. I'm alright. Still standin' thanks to yer blood brother."

Nicholas stood up and patted Livio's arms, laughed like he just experienced another Tuesday.

Livio couldn't believe any of this if it wasn't for the blood on his floor and bed and himself.

But now, he knew.

And there's no going back.

-To be continued (maybe)-

[swampstew]

Beloved!!! I need another date night! I won’t get distracted and yap your ear off this time🤣

I’m taking notes on some ideas and I gotta share them with you!

Teeheehee! Im free this weekend, ill gladly spend both saturday and Sunday having date nights with you!!

[pinescent-and-gingerbread]

Completely random question especially for my fellow American friends: What state do you canonize Arthur from?

I know it's purposely foggy in the game, especially knowing that some real States are canon and others aren't... What we know for sure is that he is from somewhere in the North and that his mother loved a certain type of flower that grew in California and Oregon (considering this dialogue he has about the flower beside his bed with Mary-Beth). Need your experienced opinion on this!!

[jayyydez]

Alright. So. Neon Lights at Midnight

(Title is technically a placeholder but I’m semi sort of attached to it, so we’ll see)

It was originally conceived as a dystopian cyberpunk MarioKart Bowuigi fic, especially playing with identity shenanigans and a potential Rookie x Mr. L dynamic

Instead of the more body mod and cybernetic heavy type settings, I’ll probably be leaning in more to a Blade Runner/ Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep and Akira influences on the genre

Bowser himself is a genetic experiment crafted for an intergalactic war (Likely against Tatanga or maybe the shroobs?)

He’s a 2nd Gen King Koopa, often regarded as the most fearsome and effective as a living war machine. Most of the 1st gen has already died or been decommissioned, the 3rd gen consists of the Koopalings’ generation (which is part of why Bowser assumes some responsibility for them) and is regarded as a big weaker, due to a need to control them. 2nd gen is regarded as the most effective and also the most dangerous. Many have been unable to be acclimated to civilian life once the war ended. Bowser is one of very few 2nd Gens that has not been decommissioned because he has largely adapted and somewhat kept his head down

His options are not great, however, due to the reputation of volatility for King Koopas, especially the 2nd Gen. Job options are often extremely limited, and his current position is working as a bouncer, bodyguard, and enforcer for Popple. Popple is indeed still a bit of a petty thief, but also tends to be an information broker because “Information is the new currency, see?” Information and data are a kind of currency that can buy far, far more than just gold. Popple just happens to trade in both. Popple probably runs a nightclub since it’s where a lot of people indulge their vices and that’s excellent for getting both money and info.

With the end of whatever intergalactic war they were in, however, and Koopas frequently getting decommissioned, the result is Star Children. Star Children are effectively the Espers in this, and they often have heightened strength, speed, endurance, and the possibility of powers. Star Children are often their own kind of unpredictable and volatile however. The existence of Star Children, the result of exposure to whatever the spoils of the war were, have largely pushed out the need for experiments like Bowser. It adds to the animosity between Bowser and Mario, with Mario being a well-known Star Child. Mario is effectively Bowser’s replacement, as well as Mario being likely who would come if Bowser were ever to be decommissioned for whatever reason

Hence why Bowser does NOT like Mario and keeps his distance when and where possible

Luigi was originally conceived as a backalley Augie, which would essentially be the ripperdocs of this universe, but I’m unsure if I want to keep that angle since I’m not leaning into the body mod aspect. There is the possibility of that being along the lines of what he does for work though, in order for average people to keep pace with beings like Koopas and Star Children

Luigi will work for a corporation called Prognosticus though, and works under Count Bleck and his team. He is intimately acquainted with Team Bleck lol

He is likely still involved with technology and engineering, and again, he could be working on enhancements and mods which are just now up and coming as part of his work

Could also simply work on other bigger projects though

The main plot I’d originally conceived of was that, with how difficult it was to make a living in this world, the Races were especially big and were like a competitive lottery system that could completely turn around someone’s life if they won. There is a massive culture of underground racing as a result, to potentially secretly race and build the skills to enter the races and win.

The story would open with Daisy essentially trying to convince Bowser to join the underground racing group she’s a part of, and reluctantly and expecting to only do it one time, Bowser agrees. He wears a shitty disguise and gets the moniker “Rookie” from a masked man in green on the team. A lot of the plot would be around the races and drama that arises from it. (You can see the Firebird influence here ngl) Especially since the racing group Daisy is apart of is one that has the pact that if a member or several members place high enough to get prize money, they are supposed to split the winnings. Maybe there are a limited number of spots, and it is part of why Daisy is trying to convince Bowser to join before the opportunity is closed to him completely.

I’d also considered a concurrent plot of Popple getting Bowser to get involved in Prognosticus with the purpose of getting that information and especially getting close to Luigi to know what he knows and get ahold of certain schematics that Popple would sell to the highest bidders or use that information for himself in some way.

Multiple layers of identity shenanigans, with the subversion Mr. L and Rookie being the ones at the races while Luigi and Bowser are the ones working with Popple and Bleck, as well as Bowser being a spy planted in the corporation Luigi works at.

I considered the possibility that shit does go horribly wrong and Bowser gets decommission orders placed against him and that leads to Luigi having to play keep away from Mario

I’ve also been debating if I fully want to embrace the Firebird influence and have it be Double Dash (i saw double dash mariokart Rookie and Mr. L art recently and it speaks to me) or if I want to have them be solo racers functioning as a team

But that’s Neon Lights

Feedback and suggestions VERY welcome because I’m still debating if the two plotlines of having the races and the corporate espionage is too much

[deadonyouraccount]

Okay 5+1 continuation from tourney Daeron fic bc the idea of their poorly thought out trysts and the humor is gnawing at me

[severancedeciphered]

Curious about your new fic's plots👀

Thanks for asking :] It's called How to Date Your Therapist. It's a pre-canon Petey story where he writes to himself in second person on how to manage his new severed life, fix his old one, and also how to hook up with his therapist.

Basically imagine if the narrator in The Stanley Parable was Stanley. It's written like a guide where Petey berates you for every step you fail at, but he's actually just berating himself. The goal of the guide is ultimately to date your therapist, but given the power dynamics and ethics and legal consequences of that, it... may not go very smoothly for Petey. He's a bit of a loser :D

I also want to explore how much of a scam Lumon is. They promise their severed workers that they'll feel better when they work at their company, but don't. In fact, they end up worse; mentally and physically. So Lumon provides them with their own therapists and medications so they invest more to their company. It's almost an addiction. Once you get involved, it's extremely difficult to leave.

I'll also be drawing visuals for some steps in the style of the O&D ideographic cards. (1 because the man already looks like Petey. 2 it's quick and easy to draw. 3 they already look like wiki-how drawings. 4 the symbolism of Petey with no face....)