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Dean constantly forgetting that he and Sam are brothers, and that they’re dating, so Sam has to remind him with a kiss on the lips and Dean gets all excited

Why Johnny Cash's cover of Hurt doesn't appear more in Hannigram fic and videos I have no idea. You KNOW Will has listened to some Johnny Cash. Someone write that.

So, screeching this out into the void:

Please do not leave me hanging, plot beasts. I know that other idea is twitching in the grass, but get back here and finish off this one first!

I know how this ends, I even know how it starts. But I’m standing on a precipice in the middle and taking leaps of faith to try and bridge the gap.

BNHA What if...

What if after busting people for going into other's rooms after curfew Aizawa started to sit at the top of the building waiting to hear someone struggling to climb up the balconies to get to someone else's room.

So I’ve had this little plot bunny that’s been nagging at me about a Bang Chan college au fic where the reader has been in like really bad relationships in the past so she’s kind of put off getting with another man until she meets Chris at a party and he starts slowly worming his way into her heart and gaining her trust by being his usual gentleman self, and I guess my question is would any of y’all actually be interested in reading it?👀 It’s been so long since I’ve actually sat down and wrote a multi chapter story but I’d be willing to give it a go again if you guys would genuinely be interested in reading it

" You ever wonder why we’re here ? " - Simmons , Red vs. Blue

As a matter of fact , I do wonder why we are here . Specifically , why are we on this post ?

If you are reading this , then it means your a fan of either Red vs. Blue or Gears of War and that your really bored that there hasn't been any content for neither franchise . Don't despair , for Greg is here and man , do I have something for you guys .

Now , we all know about fanfiction , some of us read it , others avoid it like the plague and yet it is often these very brave people who write these things who tend to try to give us fans something new out of our current or past fictional fixations when the creators aren't doing anything new with it .

You may be wondering if I am trying to promote my own work to you , but I am not a writer . Oh no , I am not brave enough for that . What I am trying to sell to you is an idea , which you can take for your own use or ignore it at your own leisure .

Still with me ? Great , then enough dilly dallying , we have a show to catch . Now , what I am about to unveil to you is an crossover fusion between Red vs. Blue and Gears of War . You might say that it is yet another Halo rehash , worse than the Netflix show , but it is more of a Gears of War story with elements of Rooster Teeth's series more than anything .

The general plot happens after E-Day or Emergence Day when the Locust Horde launches its surprise attack on humanity and continues on past Victory Day or when the Lambent has been turned inert and the Locust went into hibernation . Why is it happening around this time period ? Because translating the plot of Red vs. Blue to a Gears of War setting isn't something that can be justified with the available lore we have from The Coalition studio , as such whatever weirdness was occurring in the seasons prior to Red vs. Blue : Recovery One must be carefully curated or we might get something fun here and we don't want that . Anyways , we can't really justify such things as Agent Wyoming's temporal distortion unit or Junior's existence , as such we might need to hand wave them away with something else . While on this subject , it might not be possible to keep the American States naming theme Project Freelancer seems to have , but then again due to a lack of a topological map regarding the world of Sera and having barely any knowledge regarding the process behind naming the cities , countries and continents of Sera , we can just say that the Freelancers got their names from places that people barely know of and leave it at that . We can however , say that the bomb that threw the Reds and Blues into the "future" of Season 3 was the Imulsion Countermeasure Weapon from the ending of Gears of War 3 .

Speaking of the Reds and Blues , while I am partial to the whole idea of simulation troopers , I am not really certain that in a world where everything is a battle of attrition with every soldier being a cannon fodder , a nebulous organization can get away with whisking away manpower is something desirable by the government during a time of crisis , as such we can simply go with the idea that they are mixed group of Stranded and ex - Gears . Stranded are basically everywhere and with the breakdown of both society and military discipline , disgruntled soldiers who deserted might be just as common , hence justify why this band of misfits is even possible by the standards of any modern-day military . Also Lopez might not be a humanoid robot right now , but he can be a JACK unit . But now , you might be wondering , what is the deal with the Freelancers then ? To which I say , the Freelancer Program is basically creating armor enhancements , then in order to test those modifications without the chance of losing said equipment to the Locust , they basically create tensions between rivals Stranded factions , then sell out their services to both sides and afterwards walk away with their data and a fresh pile of corpses no one will care about . Now your curious why are they doing this ? If you haven't watched the show , then spoilers , the Director of this whole mess is such a simp that he wants to Frankenstein's Monster his dead wife using Artificial Intelligence or more specifically Split Personalities that were surgically removed from an AI based on the Director's own mind . How would have this worked , who knows ? I am of the mind that he is an Artificial Intelligence specialist and didn't really have an idea how to resurrect his spouse without reverse-engineering the human mind , therefore he was blinded by the saying " If the only tool you have is a hammer, you will start treating all your problems like a nail ” . Suffice to say things didn't work out for the man . Now applying this whole shebang to a Gears of War setting is pretty easy since we know Artificial Intelligence technology exists in the lore and I can stretch the limits of belief by saying that he planned to use AI and cutting-edge robotics in order to transform his dead wife into a cyborg revenant not unlike Commander Sheppard in Mass Effect 2 . But I digress . The GoW Director's plan involved studying the neuroscience behind combining human and synthetic personalities as well as reverse-engineer desired traits by first separating them from the Alpha , more on him later , then cobbling them back together in order to get the gist of the puzzle , hence the Meta . This whole idea came from the concept of Huginn and Muninn or thought and memory , for those who don't speak Old Norse , which I interpret as the founding blocks of a person since we each have our own way of thinking as well as different memories that define our lives , therefore the Director would need to re-create both to get his money's worth . Long story short , he basically used his agents as guinea pigs to see how he could use an AI to simulate his dead wife's way of thinking as well as how divergent memories might interfere with the process . By far the best successes in that endeavor were the Meta , Private Leonard L. Church and Omega . Leonard is the mix of the hollowed out Artificial Intelligence Alpha with the mind of Private Jimmy , who were blended together in order to get the Alpha away from the more moralistic elements of the Program and basically ended up as a deadbeat soldier fighting a losing war for survival , which is way out of the way come to think of it .

With that out of the way , we can also say that the Freelancers were formed during the waning days of the Pendulum Wars as an attempt by the Coalition of Ordered Governments at a super soldier program since they weren't doing all that hot in the super weapons department against the Union of Independent Republics . The Director told the Chairman and upper echelon of the military what they wanted to hear , new armor and weapons capable of pushing past human limitations , while omitting the tiny detail about what he really wanted to do . Honestly this sounds like someone trying to cramp on Gendo Ikari's whole deal at this point . He managed to produce enough results to justify the Freelancers existence despite problems with mass producing the equipment by pummeling the revolutionary movements financed by the UIR into a pulp as well as making his organization as self-sufficient of the government as possible . This ultimately allowed them to continue existing even after the fall of human civilization as their existence was a secret known to a few and whatever evidence remained became the stuff of legends . That is until two of their former agents decided to put an end to all of this following the end of the Locust War , hence the plot of season 10 coming into play .

I know I haven't really talked about the story itself , but honestly seasons 4 to 10 are easily transcribed onto the GoW storyline that it barely needs any editing . Season 11 to 13 , however , might need some adjustments such as the Federal Government of Chorus being an UIR or COG remnant still in power following the post-war period that is fighting a pointless battle against the Stranded New Republic movement who want to do away with all the ideologies of the past . Little do they know that they are manipulated by a fringe element of the actual COG in order to get easy access to their natural resources . Locust is now named after the enemy that left a very profound psychological scar on him and Fenix might have been a Freelancer reject that has something to prove . Meanwhile the Reds and Blues were being transported by the UIR navy as per a recall order of all surviving Gear assets by the COG and have stumbled upon a minefield planted by the Pirate faction .

I will not touch upon any season or spin-off series after the Chorus Saga since there is no way I can hand wave away time travel shenanigans , godly AI and paradoxes , hence we are pretending they are not real for the time being . Pun not intended .

So yeah , that's the whole darned thing off my chest and ready for any of you to pick up for the price of reading this whole thing . What , did you really think I would actually ask for money ? I am bold , but not that bold .

This has been Greg for Owlman's Previously Owned Ideas . We do not take any responsibility for your blood pressure . We also do no refunds .

Oh man. I really want to write something like this? This sounds like so much fun and is so up my alley. (I am that slightly unhinged dude risking all of time to bring back the extinct birds. It is me.) 

...subplot of the wildlife photographer who is dead set on personally documenting mid-pliocene Brazil or something and tries to do everything by the book! But repeatedly ends up needing to get slightly rescued because they totally forget in the rush of getting That Shot that sometimes stepping on that twig will have effects down the timeline...

here is a concept: time travel cop, fish & wildlife division

most of their job is dealing with the kinds of assholes who think black market tiger cubs are a great idea right up until someone gets mauled, except these are even bigger assholes with black market Smilodon cubs that they are even less equipped to care for

this is the most straightforward and therefore relatively headache-free part of their job, because it’s the same “put that thing back where it came from or so help me” song and dance every time

it’s also significantly less depressing than the trophy hunters who don’t even want an alive extinct animal. those are extra annoying because you have to undo the time travel that let them kill that poor Megatherium or thylacine or anklyosaur or whatever, and it’s always so much extra paperwork.

and those people suck, definitely, and have fully earned a stint in Time Jail. no question. but they still do not create anywhere near as much work as the obsessive hobbyists with their exhaustively careful best practices and worryingly good track-covering. also, weirdly, it’s almost always birds with them?

like. the guys who will flagrantly abuse Time Law to bird-nap breeding pairs just long enough to raise one clutch of eggs apiece, and return them seamlessly to their spots on the timeline. who are so determined to keep their pet (ha) projects going that no one even realizes what they’re doing until they have an entire stable breeding population of passenger pigeons up and running. who are now the reason that reps from six different zoos are about to start throwing hands right in front of you over who gets dibs.

those guys cause the most paperwork. and half the time they’re snapped up by the same zoo or wildlife preserve that gets their colony of ivory-billed woodpeckers or Carolina parakeets or — once, very memorably — giant fucking South Island moa, and they never even spend a day in Time Jail.

SOMEONE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE INFO DUMP ABT RED HOOD TO ME I BEG ON THY!!! TELL ME EVERYTHING PLEASE YAP TO ME😭😭

I WANNA FINISH MY TOTCF X DC PLOT BUNNY PLZ

totcf x dcu plot bunny

[𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗢𝗥 𝗦𝗣𝗢𝗜𝗟𝗘𝗥 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗧𝗢𝗧𝗖𝗙 𝗜 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗞???]

(𝗪𝗢𝗨𝗟𝗗 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗕𝗘 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗦𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗗 𝗔 𝗦𝗣𝗢𝗜𝗟𝗘𝗥????)

Cale deals with Burrow by stabbing himself with a piece of the world tree and everything goes to shit. The issue is dealt with but now Cale is in stasis, unmoving. And which seems to be another coma. But, this time he’s not waking up and it’s taking way longer than last time. (The previous being six months, I think(?)). He has so many people waiting for him. (And they can’t handle losing him again).

Nobody is taking this well, especially his kids. That’s where the god of death takes a gamble and decides to bring him somewhere he has a chance to interfere.

And where Cale gets transported to is not where the god of death was expecting. He fucked up big time. And he feels the weight of it.

Of course it doesn’t take long for Cale’s fam to realize he and Raon are missing. Raon? Yeah, he refused to leave Cale even to eat. His older siblings took this hard too. But they wanted to stay hopeful for Cale.

(I would imagine all three of them would sleep next to Cale at night and two eldest would only leave for food or something or the sort).

Obliviously they question (threaten) god and he cracks, telling them he bought Cale (and Raon by accident) to a place he can help him. However, he keeps out the fact that he lost both of them. He’d rather not be killed today.

So you’re probably wondering where Cale and Raon have landed exactly and that’s good old Gotham. :)!! 

(A place within the God of Death’s range but he struggles to identify which timeline and where exactly they landed.)

So Raon and the still unconscious Cale are stuck in Gotham. Roan is undeniably angry, sad, and confused. But he does his best to keep his human safe no matter the cost.

However, people keep trying to either take Cale for whatever purposes be it good or bad. It doesn’t matter. It probably doesn’t help that they landed in the worst place imaginable. Crime Alley….

So it’s not a surprise when there’s a rumor of a pretty red-head being protected by some type of meta(It’s Raon we all know it’s Raon.)

Raon has to continuously move, feed, and protect Cale all the same. 

But damn, a meta in Gotham??? It reaches people’s ears even outside of Crime Alley's territory. Said meta is strong and it’s clear with the abundant amount of property damage. 

We all know this “meta” reaches Red Hood's ears first. I mean come on this is his territory. So when he eventually finds the dubbed “Sleeping beauty” it’s in an abandoned warehouse hidden away in a corner on a mattress next to them some necessities and a bunch of toys. (There are a butt load of plushies :( ). He doesn’t miss the sound of a child sobbing and childish yet grand decor. 

This “meta” was a child…. Fuck.

He’s flung with some magic and piercing screech, earth rumbling at its wake. And damn was he not prepared for this shit.

So here he is staggering to keep up with whoever this kid was, as infuriating as it is. He tries his best to calm the kid down. Which doesn’t really work. The kid’s full on growling, but he’s determined to help the kid. Because an abandoned warehouse is never a safe place to hang out in these parts. 

Despite Red Hood’s offer to bring them to a safe house. Raon refuses, he can’t trust him just yet. And they both understand that this is a game of trust. So Jason takes his chance and occasionally delivers necessities to them both. While Raon doesn’t let him get close to Cale he does slowly but surely warms up to him. One day he does eventually tell him more about Cale. He affectionately calls him his dad but the tone is somber. He whispers his worries about finding him dead one day. And that’s probably the moment Jason emotionally adopts him. 

Now Raon is obviously curious in nature, and much as he wants to explore he can’t past finding things to sustain them both and or keep Cale comfortable. And it’s on one of these outings that he loses Cale in the unfamiliarity. He immediately starts looking and runs into Red Hood at some point in his search. And he trusts him enough to help him look. The two eventually find out Cale’s been kidnapped by either some goons, cultist, some villain? (Whatever adds more tension idk.) Raon is livid because how fucking dare they??? And both Raon and Hood haul ass. The bad guys are dealt with and this leaves the two in silence. 

This is the part of the story where Raon shows himself in a moment of trust and weakness. Cale almost got hurt and all Raon could do now is clutch on to Cale’s night gown, nuzzling into him while sobbing. Now Jason realizes this kid was a fucking baby dragon all along. What. the. Fuck????

So he comforts him the best he can. Jason decides to take care of them both, taking them to either his apartment or safe house. And Raon begrudgingly stays. They both do end up bonding together and Raon gets really comfortable. Idk if Jason would talk about himself much but they do learn about each other at some point. Raon would definitely drop some info about himself at some point and go on about how he’s stuck here because of the god of death. And Jason is both so done and not surprised at this point. 

Cale’s health does end up looking worse for ware at some point. And the problems start up again. I didn’t mention it before but Cale’s mind is stuck in a perpetual loop of old memories, good and bad. SOooo, now this is the part of the story where both Raon and Jason try and wake up Cale using various methods. 

At some point Jason decides to ask Bruce for help. And oh boy. Would this be an awkward family dinner…

basically jason's acquires his now child (raon) and sleeping prince (cale) :D i don't see much of a romance subplot but I do see some gay panics, and mistaken boyfriend scenarios(?) feel free to add on to this mess.

DP X DC: A Minor Drinking Problem

Phantom is a relatively new member of the JLA, but it's been a few months, and things are settling in well. He's shy and polite but is a master of the snark with villains.

Before a big mission, the all hands on deck kind, everyone is talking about scars and the crazy stories behind them to distract from the coming fight. Danny, finally feeling like he can join in the conversation with all these adult heroes, pulls off his right glove to show a pretty gnarly scar on the back of his wrist. “I got this one when I fought a guy from the Revolutionary War a few weeks ago! Didn't think he'd charge me with a bayonet.” He shares a couple more stories and scars, but only the ones that he can easily show off.

Because of stories like that and some historical depictions of Phantom from different time periods, they think he's this ancient and powerful immortal that just looks like a teenager, it wouldnt be the first time. He's powerful enough to go toe to toe with Superman, so there's no way he's actually a kid. He even sometimes has the haunted, world weary eyes that their most hardened members only get after experiencing too much. Danny, being our lovable, obliviously dense idiot, has not realized that they think he's an ancient being.

After the mission concludes -it was a rough one-, the JLA celebrate their victory with a couple drinks back at the watch tower. Danny is understandably uncomfortable with this whole situation and keeps asking, “Are you sure I should be here?” They reassure him it's fine as they pass around beers, which Danny politely declines several times. Danny eventually sees this as the perfect chance to pad his blackmail folders on his inebriated coworkers.

Anyway, as the night goes on, they have a good time, but Phantom still hasn't gotten a drink like the rest of them, and Green Lantern (or hero of your choice) really wants their shy friend to come out of his shell. So, he slams an open beer bottle on the coffee table in front of Phantom. “Come on Phantom! Let loose a little. Celebrate!”

“Dude! What the hell?! I'm 16! That's illegal!” Phantom squeaks in shock.

“We don't care how old you were when you died. It's how long you've been a ghost that counts.” Flash slings an arm around Danny's shoulders from where he’s sat next to him on the couch. Flash can't get drunk, but he also thinks it would be fun to see their uptight new member drunk.

“That's even worse! You'd be giving alcohol to a two year old!” Phantom is horrified that his coworkers are so casually breaking the law.

“But you said you fought in the Revolutionary War this morning!” Green Lantern said with his eyebrows knit in confusion.

“No, I said I fought someone from the Revolutionary War. As in, the ghost of someone from the revolutionary war!”

“You can't pull that on us. There's murals and stuff of you from thousands of years ago.” The Flash waves off with a laugh.

Phantom’s finger presses painfully hard into Flash’s chest. “I do not need to explain time travel to you of all people. My mentor hates you, and I'm STILL sent on missions constantly to clean up your messes.” Phantom's clear and low. Flash liked it better when he was shouting and not staring him down like a predator with narrowed eyes.

(This random idea popped into my head. It made me laugh, so I thought you might, too. Here you go!)

Not my usual DpxDc, but have some fun stuff

(Just a random plot bunny about Damian getting sent to the pokemon world.)

Damian knew, deep down that he really shouldn't have gone off alone but honestly what else was he supposed to do? His father had yet to take him seriously, Richard was once again treating him like an infant and Drake wouldn't do the honorable thing and die.

Tood was the only one that took him vaguely seriously and that was solely because of the time he had spent with the League.

Cassandra was out with Brown in Shanghai, and Thomas thankfully had the correct reaction of running in fear when he entered a room!

So really, who could blame him for going out in Gotham alone.

Damian could, Damian very much was blaming himself.

Because he had been out on patrol for not even a few hours when he stumbled upon a man with a strange looking gun, muttering things and he hastily tried to unlock the door to a jewelry store.

It was supposed to be easy, the man was clearly put of his depth, Damian would swoop in, he would apprehend this criminal and then he would finally be looked upon by his father as the true son of the Bat!

Now if only it really went that way, because as Damian was sneaking along the roof of a near by building, his foot slipped, causing him to topple over the edge, landing on the filthy Gotham streets, and by the time he was able to find his footing, Damian was looking up at the criminal, only to see a beam of light hit him straight in the face.

And then there was blackness.

---

Damian woke with a start, shooting up from his position laying on...lumpy uneven forest floor? His head pounded as he stumbled up, eyes open but unseeing.

He sensed movement around him, and his hand gripped the edge of his sword as he forced his eyes to focus.

Looking to the source of the movement, Damian paused, blinking a few times as he saw a bulbous looking insect, with green chitin and a pale tan underbelly, it had massive eyes, golden and almost peering into his soul, it's red antennae wiggled as it looked at him.

It was staring up at him as much as Damian was staring down at it.

Waiting for the insect to make the first move, Damian saw it tilt its head and make a sound "Catta! Caterpie!" It was a soft sound, nervous almost as it sounded confusion.

Damians mind was working on over drive because he just got the very distinct impression that this...insect? Had just asked him a question, it had far to intelligent eyes to be a simple insect.

"I do not...understand your language." He ground out, he had yet to move his hand from his blade, but his grip on it was loosened, "and I do not know...where I am."

---

Professor Oak frowned as he looked down at the screen, there had just been a massive energy spike just around base of the Silver mountains, it was...concerning to say the least.

Sending a worried look to one of his assistants, Samuel hurried out of the lab, heading to his office the older man sat down with a huff, pulling a radio transmitter from his desk, he fiddled with the setting before clicking it on.

"Sierra Oscar 1 calling in to Ranger Dispatch over." Waiting for a response with baited breath, Samuel reread the energy signals hoping they were less dangerous than they could truly be.

"Ranger Dispatch to Sierra Oscar 1 you are coming in clear, over." A rich deep voice sounded back to him.

Letting out a small sigh, Professor Oak held up the reserver closer as he spoke, "Ranger Dispatch, we just saw a massive about of ultra wormhole energy around the Silver mountain range, coordinates to follow, advising a Ranger troupe to search for Ultra beast contact. Over."

So story idea:

Take your "village of normal mortals adopt a magical/imortal/fae entity" trope. The fae child has horns/antlers. But that's not all, they have antler velvet! So baby has fuzzy antlers! Everyone loves their adoptive child's horns because look! Fuzzy! They can use the fuzzyness of their child to prove that they are harmless to any sceptical authorities! And the child is very proud of their fuzzy horns.

There's like, one person, the local hunter, who keeps watching the child's horns. We'll come back to that.

So years pass and the child is now basically an adult, they have finished most of their growing, and that includes their antlers. One day they wake up and look in the mirror. Their subsequent freak out wakes up the whole village. Everyone comes rushing to find that their child's horns are peeling and oh god whats happening to their sweet fae kid we need the local healer/doctor now.

So fae child is rushed to the healer, and while they are being inspected the hunter walks in, takes one look at their child's horns, and tells the healer to "pay up, I won the bet" so now the hunter is explaining how they know what's going on, the child's antler velvet is just shedding and this is perfectly normal for beings with antlers.

And while everyone is breathing a sigh of relief because thank goodness there's nothing wrong with their child, lil fae kid goes "wait... so I'm not gonna be fuzzy anymore??" And now they're trying to confort the fae over the loss of their precious antler fuzz.

Edit: part 2 electric boogaloo

Have some more plot bunnies about the 'village adopts fae child' trope.

So since the whole village bands together to raise the kid, everyone tries to teach their fae child the skills of their profession. And because the kid is a magical entity, they soak up all of the information and skills given to them. By the time the kid is an adult they are proficient is a truly absurd array of trades. Hunting, sewing, smithing, baking, fishing, basket weaving, carpentry, etc. You name it, they can do it.

Another idea: the child is an absolute cryptid. They don't grow out of it. Sure their cryptid habits evolve and change as they age, but they are very much still a cryptid. The village is completely unfazed by this. Like you -as a villager- will put the kid to bed after reading them a bed time story, then wake up the next morning to find the kid gone and to learn from your neighbors that the kid had went out, tamed a wild moose, ransacked the bakers cookie jar (only leaving the cookies that had exactly 4 chocolate chips untouched), then went off to one of the other villager's homes to have a sleep over with one of their friends/adoptive siblings. All with the moose in tow. And you would treat this as any normal Tuesday.

Lately, I have some plot bunnies gnawing at my brain cells. The newest: Percy never broke off contact with Charlie. It was very low-key. Every other week or so, Charlie would send a letter. No accusations, though. No demands. No questions either. Just pictures of his cute*, scaly babies.

And sometimes, Percy would send pictures back.

(* "Cute" by Charlie's standards. Percy would have used very different descriptions.)

At his house his dad is channel surfing with Anne. They must have found the key under the doormat and came in to use his streaming services. They are sitting right next to each other, shoulder to shoulder, hip to hip, knee to knee, yet they are light years apart. Her hair is silver and there are grooves carved into her skin from age. His hair is still brown and his face looks older from stress and lack of sleep.

His dad sees him, but Anne’s gaze barely flickers towards him.

“Jeremy, how was the store?” The attempt at normalcy makes him cringe. He can’t meet his gaze.

The police badge that sits on the bookshelf glints in the afternoon light. He can’t look directly at that either. It truly is an extension of his father. Both are echoes of lake water, blood and shadow. Everything he has lost and everything he can not have. 

He shrugs in response and goes back to unloading groceries.

You are a child psychologist with one of the world’s rarest and most secretive specialties: “Narnia kids”, who have lived adult lives from years to millennia in what the rest of the world thinks are fantasy worlds. Now a disgruntled parent in a custody battle wants to expose you as a “fraud”.

Hm. Plot bunny. An future Harker travels back in time to stop Dracula reaching England, but s/he ends up only delaying things (maybe there's a struggle and the ship sinks). Then we pick up with OP's idea of treasure hunters and descendants dealing with Dracula, who is understandably furious at the 100 year delay.

I think the crew of the Demeter should throw the boxes of dirt overboard to play it safe. But knowing Dracula, he’ll survive his box sinking to the bottom of the ocean and staying there for a century, only to be hoisted up by treasure hunters and freed for him to wreak havoc; Forcing Jonathan and Mina’s descendant to go on a road trip to Egypt to stop him with magical ghost powers. Dracula is obsessed with putting an end to the Harker bloodline but also won’t stop talking about Jonathan, whose blood still being inside of him is a plot point.

MHA AU plot bunny I’ve had in my head for a while:

Mute Aizawa

Aizawa lived in a bad neighborhood growing up. When he was fairly young he was attacked by a villain with a knife/knife quirk. He should have died. It was right across his throat. He still has nightmares of that night years later.

While he survived, his voice did not. He learns to adjust and grow and sign. It doesn’t mean everything is as accessible as he would like. Many people don’t sign. Some people just stop talking to him because they assume Mute means Deaf, and they don’t have the time to learn a new language to make a friend. He wears a scarf in the middle of the summer because it’s better people stare at him for that than ask him questions about a scar that he can’t answer and doesn’t want to answer but everyone seems to think they are entitled to.

He goes to UA and on the first day and the teachers try to get them to introduce themselves out loud in front of the whole class. He can’t. The teacher should know that. So he sits there and glares until the teacher moves to the next student. After that day, nobody in his class talks to him. Not like they would anyway. Being mute always scared people away. Made them all uncomfortable. On top of that, one of the popular students decided he doesn’t talk because he thinks he is better than them. This becomes a bigger problem when he bumps into a big headed and very scary hero student in the hall that demands he apologize. Obviously he can’t in any way the student would understand. He quickly becomes a target for entitled hero students and his classmates for “making them look bad” and “acting like a villain.”

Eventually, while running from bullies, he runs into Yamada, who steps up for Shouta regardless of the fact Aizawa is scary looking, a general education student, or the fact he doesn’t even get a thank you, which Oboro is a little miffed about how the other student runs off without thanking his friend for stopping him from getting pummeled. That’s just rude.

The aspiring voice hero is happy to help. While Hizashi is not deaf, he knows how to sign and understand sign because he deafened his parents at a young age and all they do at home is sign. It takes a while for Shouta to warm up to him, and even longer for Hizashi to realize Shouta is actually mute because he mostly ignores people because that has been what comes easier than try to make friends and end up getting left out.

Eventually they become a duo that is rarely seen without the other.

More plot AU’s:

This one probably exists somewhere in some form, BUT…

Child (probably someone who would one day become 1A student) comes across an injured and incapacitated Aizawa. Because their parents work late/don’t have parents/place they stay is pretty unmonitored and the person was knocked out and obviously robbed (villain got the upper hand and stole his stuff and ran), they decide to take the guy home and nurse him back to health and maybe convince him not to be a criminal (he looks sort of like a criminal in his all black and they worry the person would get in trouble if they took them to the hospital).

Aizawa wakes up after a very stupid mistake that nearly cost him his life only to find himself in a child’s bed instead of a hospital or morgue, covered in poor attempts to dress his wounds and many bandages.