#story fodder

[twila-star]

Au where Killua and Gon fighting a nen user and Killua gets hit by their hatsu and it splits his personalities into multiple Killua’s, like embarassed/shy Killua, angsty Killua, playful witty Killua. And Gon is like ‘we have to find all of them to put u back together!’ But all the Killua’s is like, ‘we gotta keep away love Killua’ who is actively trying to get to Gon to finally confess his love without the other emotions holding him back from saying it.

[friendrat]

My husband has proposed that the reason you should not eat fae food or drink is because they are then able to harvest your DNA (i.e., your true name) from their flatware/cups. They are then able to clone you at their leisure and replace you (i.e., a changeling). The whole thing is that the fae are not magical at all. They are just extremely technologically advanced (like in Artemis Fowl).

I pointed out that this idea is low-key hilarious because the culture the fae are based on (the Tuatha De Danann) died out because they were *not* technologically advanced (they were driven out by invaders who had superior technology, i.e., iron weapons. Yes... that is why the fae are said to be weak to iron).

His response? The survivors became focused on advancing technology so that they would never again be defeated by someone else having superior technology to them.

[queerfictionwriter]

Saw a random thing, and immediately thought:

you know what would be a cool thing to explore in a fic? ace Erica. cuz she’s always portrayed as this bombshell post-bite, she hypersexualizes herself, she goes ALL OUT. makeup, clothes, hair, nails the WORKS. and maybe, just maybe, it was bc she wanted to know what it felt like to be ‘healthy’, to be well, bc just maybe she assumed all those yrs of wanting relationships and having crushes but not wanting sex was down to the epilepsy meds. meds you have to take on the regular, especially ones that affect your brain or nervous system, are pretty infamous for messing w/libido.

but nope. she’s still ace. she’s just an ace who looks fuckin’ BOMB in a leather jacket and leopard-print heels, red lipstick and smokey eyes, and she wears it bc she LIKES that aesthetic. she likes feeling beautiful, likes feeling SEEN after so many years as a wallflower, and if other people think that means she’s interested in sex, well, that’s their problem. if they wanna make it HER problem, she’s got fangs and claws and also a pack to help her explain the error of their ways.

[tlbodine]

The Story of Gypsy Rose Blanchard and Her Mother

Gypsy Rose Blanchard's mother, Dee Dee, falsely claimed her daughter was suffering from different illnesses until Gypsy arranged for her boyfriend to kill her mother in 2015.

[immawritethat]

Yo, okay, so, most of you probably don't know this, but I have very strange dreams. They're usually fairly action packed or dangerous or generally just weird. (I also dream with an emphasis on touches and textures and such, given that I have aphantasia) And, most of the time, I have some control over how things go in my dreams, although primarily if things are about to be tragic or too distressing.

Well, last night's dream toed very close towards too distressing. I'm going to put it underneath a "read more," but be warned it involves attempted murder, stabbing, gun violence, and attempted killing of a dog (although in the context of a superhero world).

(Okay, so. For context before we start, I’m the third oldest sibling out of seven, and my family and I are all very close. My older brother (26) moved out years ago, but still comes to visit about twice a year for summer and the winter holidays. My youngest sibling is nine.)

As a big fan of superheroes, I’ve always fantasized about being one and create plenty of different stories and universes of my own. In this dream, I finally got my wish: I was a superhero-sidekick, fairly new to the job. My powers weren’t the most useful for battle scenarios, and I still didn’t have the best control over them. I could foresee events, but it was still completely at random and could range anywhere from a few minutes to a few hours before. I’m on my way home from work (mundane work, not superhero work), and I learn (not exactly through a vision, due to the aforementioned aphantasia) that not one, not two, but five supervillains had somehow learned my true identity and were coming to my house to kill me and my family, since my powers could be dangerous to them in the future and also as a big fuck you to the heroes. I hurry home, where most of my family already is. It’s the day before my older brother is supposed to fly back home, so everyone has made a point to try and be back to spend the night with him.

I’m unsure if they’re already aware that I work for a league of heroes or not, but I warn them that they’re in danger. I try to contact some team members, but my communications are jammed; the villains had prepared for this and cut me off from any possible help. I warn my family to prepare, afraid that they’re already in the building. In this house (my childhood home, not my current one for whatever reason), you can see the front door from the backdoor and vice-versa. I have both opened, in hopes that I can see them coming, and I’m holding my dog by a leash so she doesn’t run out the door and get lost.

A man is walking by my house and tries to coax her to run from me to him (she’s very friendly, and would do this gladly). I notice something seems off about him, and see the outline of a knife in his pocket. This man is the first villain. I quickly go from scared to enraged. No one is coming to kill my family, or my dog if I have anything to say about it.

The fight itself becomes fairly blurred after, as other residents flood the streets at first in curiosity. They seem to be doing little more than gawking at supervillains fighting one of their neighbors, shocked that something would happen in this little suburban town. I shout at them to call for the heroes, although it doesn’t appear anyone does as they disappear back into their own homes. The villains come in waves, much like a video game. I can’t remember much significant about the next three guys.

The final villain however. Oh man, do I remember him. He’s a bit Joker-esque, a well-known and dangerous criminal. He opens his entrance by driving onto the scene and shooting across the entire front of my house (where my family and I are, and where about all the fighting has taken place). I dive in front of my mother and youngest siblings, and to the ground. Luckily, only two of us are hit, and I’ve had the worst of it; and at that, I’m grazed by about five bullets. One across my cheek bone, three in my arm, and on just nicking my ribcage. Otherwise, I believe my older brother is hit non-fatally in the arm. This villain gets out of the car, utterly cocky, and for fair reason: the man has killed many over the years, and an exhausted, lowly sidekick and her civilian family are easy pickings.  He takes his time giving a standard villain speech and taunting us, as we stand in my garage, savoring the fear. Luckily, my older sister (who, like me, has always had a strong passion for superheroes) was hidden in an alcove during the shooting and snuck into the house, where there’s a door to the garage.

The villain happens to be standing right in front of it, unaware she’s missing. She opens the door and shoves him forward, close enough for me to reach him. However, this means he’s also close enough to reach me. I stab him, but he stabs me in return: in the side, and in the neck. Panicked, and unwilling to let him kill me family, I hold him closer, stabbing him a number of times. I’m unsure if he’s dead or unconscious by this point, but I don’t care about morals anymore.

We’re safe.

I stumble along into the grass, collapsing from the bloodloss. I’m fairly certain I’m going to die here, but it’s worth it as long as my family is safe. I’ve been effectively outed as a hero anyway, and things would prove to be difficult. Someone on the street, it seems, did have the sense to call at least the police, and moments later, cop cars and ambulances roll up to the house and I live. I woke up not too long after this, but there was a short time skip where my family and I found a new place to live, and I’m on some sort of leave from hero work. Probably a combination of some PTSD I had acquired and possibly something disciplinary for basically killing someone.

But yeah. It was one wild ride.

[twila-star]

Gon walked the two Zoldyck siblings down the entry garden walkway from the Freeces estate.

“Thank you again for coming, Miss Alluka.” Gon smiled politely at Alluka, with all the charm he was taught growing up, the same smile that made most women swoon. He was happy to see that affect as she hid her blush behind an elaborate sewn fan. Manners and charisma was everything when you were an aristocrat with no money because your father and head of household ran off with all of it. What for was alot of rumors, with the truth only being held by the woman of the house Mito Freeces, and she would never say to Gon.

“It was a pleasure, Mr. Freeces, I’m sure.” She said and curtsied. Gon rushed forward with an extra step to beat the coachman to the door of the carriage, and opened it for her. Gon must do his best to win her affection, the Zoldycks were the wealthiest in their small Torvician town. For Gon’s family and line to continue in any sort of tradition and pride, he needed to bag himself a high ranking bride to head the affairs and gain inheritance. Alluka was the least sought after, so Gon’s target. He felt bad but Mito urged him to play this little royalty game.

Gon gave a small bow in return to her curtsey and felt the carriage dip as she climbed on. He lifted his head and felt his breath catch, not for the first time that night. He stood face to face with Sir Killua Zoldyck. He had stricking white hair, surely blessed by the gods and the coldest eyes that held so much mystery and intrigue, Gon wanted to discover more. Killua had come as a guide and chaperon to Miss Alluka, as it wasn’t proper to have an unmarried woman go to another man’s house during match making season. Gon wasn’t sure why the head of the Zoldyck household did not come, surely it was Silva’s responsibility? But Gon couldnt find he was upset with the trade. As much as Gon worked to focus on Alluka all evening, Killua was the one who continued to catch his eye, his grace and beauty and subtle affection to his sister through conversation in the night. Not to mention he cleared out their sweets tray for the night before the spread and crackers had a dent in it.

Now Killua was pinning Gon with an intense stare that made Gon’s knees go weak.

“Mr. Freeces. We look forward to seeing you again and continued correspondence.” He said and held out his hand, half angled downwards, to Gon.

“Y-yes, of course.” Gon barely was able to stammer out. Gods, where we his charism and wit now? A brief, firm shake, and Killua dipped into the carriage as well. Gon closed the door and realized as Killua slipped his hands out of Gon’s, he left behind a single white glove. Off of Killua’s right hand. Still warm.

Gon felt a shiver go down his spine from such a blatant show of intimacy. It was forward, that much was certain, and now Gon knows Killua was as affected by him that night as he was him. Gon lifted his head to watch the carriage ride off, lifting the glove to his lips to inhale the lingering scent of Killua. Killua peaked out the back of the carriage and caught his eye. Gon flushed from getting caught and also felt a rush of heat pool in his belly.

“This season will not be as straight forward as one hoped…” Gon whispered into the night air.

[twila-star]

Au that’s sort of like 'Sophia the First' premise.

Gon and Mito have always lived in the peasantry class, where life was difficult but they stuck together like thieves and made recreational fun with the other peasants around by making fun of the higher class aristocrats and nobility and all their lazy butts and excessive pomp and circumstance in their lives.

But then a letter was sent to tell Mito and Gon that it has come to the government's attention that Ging is of nobility standing, and as his family, they're sending their bank account info with their reserved fortune, and people to guide them to their new home in aristocrat road.

Mito and Gon both don't wanan go for multiple reasons, Mito doesn't want to be associated with Ging in anyway and his belated efforts in taking care of them, and Gon doesn't want to enter the stupid extravegant world of the nobility and all their judgey, ignornat ways.

But the other peasants have already began to treat the Freeces with contempt since they're of a higher class, so they might as well move. Gon is still against it all but at least they live on the Zoldyck Estates where there is a pretty fun and gorgeous teen on the lot, even if all the other families on the estate are just as uppity as he thought

[queerfictionwriter]

Pulling out of the Timmies drive-thru: *sees two Jeeps* 

*thinks of Stiles*

*imagines Stiles successfully arguing the higher-ups at the FBI into letting him have a black Jeep instead of the standard SUV* 

*imagines what would happen if Peter was brought in to consult with them on a case and what if they run into each other and Peter flirts OUTRAGEOUSLY and Stiles is lowkey I HAVE A GUN AND I WILL SHOOT YOU IN THE KNEECAPS, but that just makes Peter’s dick perk up and say hello, while everyone else is torn between “do they have History? Am I gonna find these two boning in a conference room somewhere?” and “do we need to add this consultant guy to the sex offender registry?”*