Au Where Everything Is The Exact Same, But In The First Episode Merlin Is Hired As Arthurs Secret Bodyguard.

Au where everything is the exact same, but in the first episode merlin is hired as Arthur’s secret bodyguard. It changes nothing except that he gets paid to deal with all that shit, and he narrates each episode, but gives a wildly different account of what is happening on screen, and at the end it cuts to Merlin explaining to Leon what happened, and why he should get overtime pay

Idea for a Iruma fanfic

Iruma’s parents sell him to demons when he’s like 3. Not Sullivan. Some random demons who decide to see if it’s possible to turn a human into demon. Because “we are very much alike physically” so it would be interesting if it was possible, right? And like Iruma is still very young, they think it’ll be more easy.

So one year later, the demon patrol learn about it and come to take back the human (they know he’s still alive). But the human isn’t human anymore, he’s more half demon, and maybe more than half.

Narnia is like “well can’t bring him back in the human world now, he’s closer of us now!”

Henry is like “they told us that his parents have sold him to them”

So they can’t even contact them anyway.

Henry proposes to take care of the kid. He’s a parent already.

But Narnia is like “no, i have a idea” and go away with the kid. He arrives to Babyls, and enters in the teachers lounge.

“Hello Kalego - Brother? - I have something for you”

And he puts the kid in Kalego’s arms while all the other teachers are like OoO (Dali laughs in the background)

“what the meaning of it brother, did you have a scandalous affair? - Haha of course not. But i find this little one and thought that..you could take care of him. - WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU FIND HIM? - People have experimented of him - Are you seriously… - They turn this little human into a ¾ demon. So we can’t send him back in the human world. I needed someone serious to take care of him. You have experience with kids, right? - WITH TEENAGERS! MY STUDENTS ARE TEENS!! - he’s just a little younger than you students! -  IT’S A TODDLER!!” Narnia nodds and is like “so welcome to fatherhood brother! His name is Iruma! Bye!” and he goes away.

Dali is on the floor, laughing hysterically.

Suzy is like “he’s so cute”

Grandpa Morax is like “i remember when my granddaughter was this age” and starts to give advices to Kalego to help him to calm Little Iruma who cries.

Stop me if you hate the concept: short, fat, hairy lady gets isakai'd into a high fantasy, and instead of "oh look at all these ethereal elves woe for I am but a flawed mortal" routine she lands in Dwarf territory and is immediately revered as the most enchanting and desirable maid in all the land. This immediately becomes a zesty romantic drama. Thoughts

Character idea that I had at some point: A dance teacher who had to give up his own highly promising career as a performer after an injury, and now makes his living giving lessons to children. He comes off as stern, serious, and frighteningly strict, and even some of the parents have a hard time believing that the kids genuinely like him and enjoy the lessons. Which, to be fair, are frightening to watch with no context of what this is about.

The children go through their practices with downright eerie, automation-like, coordinated synchrony, with stern and focused looks on their faces, while the teacher circles them, observing and correcting, brandishing his cane like a weapon and every once in a while dramatically lamenting about how "you little vermin can't do anything right", and occasionally the music stops and the only sounds coming from the studio are of kids running and screaming while their teacher bellows about teaching them a lesson.

This, however, is all just method. He started the first lesson with the children by proposing a game: How about they play flea circus, where he is the cruel evil ringmaster and they are all his poor suffering little fleas. One of the girls starts crying, protesting that she doesn't want to be a flea. Well, how about mice? Mice are cute. The children accept these terms, and ever since they've spent dance lessons playing Evil Circus.

For reasons beyond adult comprehension, children of a certain age really love playing pretend in a setting where everything is Dark And Horrible And The Worst, and Evil Mouse Circus is exactly that. And whenever he picks up that the kids are starting to get too genuinely nervous or agitated, that's when he goes "that's it I'm going to beat all of you" which is their cue to take a break to run around screaming, while he chases them. He won't catch them and isn't even trying to, the kids just need to let the nervous energy out.

It looks horrible to an outside observer, but the kids are having an excellent time playing circus mice.

I saw a post talking about how Terry Pratchett only wrote 400 words a day, how that goal helped him write literally dozens of books before he died. So I reduced my own daily word goal. I went down from 1,000 to 200. With that 800-word wall taken down, I’ve been writing more. “I won’t get on tumblr/watch TV/draw/read until I hit my word goal” used to be something I said as self-restraint. And when I inevitably couldn’t cough up four pages in one sitting, I felt like garbage, and the pleasurable hobbies I had planned on felt like I was cheating myself when I just gave up. Now it’s something I say because I just have to finish this scene, just have to round out this conversation, can’t stop now, because I’m enjoying myself, I’m having an amazing time writing. Something that hasn’t been true of my original works since middle school. 

And sometimes I think, “Well, two hundred is technically less than four hundred.” And I have to stop myself, because - I am writing half as much as Terry Pratchett. Terry fucking Pratchett, who not only published regularly up until his death, but published books that were consistently good. 

And this has also been an immense help as a writer with ADHD, because I don’t feel bad when I take a break from writing - two hundred words works up quick, after all. If I take a break at 150, I have a whole day to write 50 more words, and I’ve rarely written less than 200 words and not felt the need to keep writing because I need to tie up a loose end anyways. 

Yes, sometimes, I do not produce a single thing worth keeping in those two hundred words. But it’s much easier to edit two hundred words of bad writing than it is to edit no writing at all.

Robot characters who are given names like SL-308-62 but instead of their human friend going Well let's call you Sally for short, they instead ask the other if they Like their current name.

"Do you like your serial number?" they ask. "Yes, quite. It reminds me of who I am" the robot replies. "I have heard others like me go by different names after some time, and maybe one day I'll choose one for myself, too. But right now that is my full name, yes" they continue.

Because it's not your decision to make whether or not the robot will receive a new name. It should be theirs only. What's the difference? One is more complex and the other is simplified. They were both given by strangers instead of themselves.

"62 will do," they conclude. "It's my model number - there will be no other 62 after me."