#another plot bunny

But what if Maul, Savage, and Feral were triplets and their mother, Kycina, decides to run from Dathomir to protect them? You’d have one human Nightsister in the galaxy with her 3 tiny children...trying to keep five steps ahead of Mother Talzin.  And what if...

(Francesca is 100% that actress you would be super lucky to be able to have in your film, with an impossible working schedule and still about to turn the script into Oscar worthy piece, it's just that that doesn't change the fact that Brina is still a bitch, if a lucky one indeed nor that no one (til that point) could top Francesca at that)

Chicago 1932 ~ Klaus Mikaelson is a prominent judge with whispers to potentially be on the Supreme Court one day. He seemingly has the perfect life. A beautiful wife named Aurora, a close knit relationship with his siblings, a perfect home and a thriving career.

Yet not everything was as it seemed.

Klaus and his wife were estranged, having not shared the same bedroom in years and only put on a show for the friends. He had a bad relationship with his siblings, except with his sister Rebekah, which he provided a comfortable apartment in the city for.

and of course, the connections to the mob.

On a blistering November night, Klaus Mikaelson was taking a cab ride from a nightclub to the heart of the city- never to be seen again.

What happened to Judge Klaus Mikaelson? Where did he go? Is he dead? and if so, why was his body never found?

Question that riveted all of Chicago, including Klaus himself when he woke up one evening on a slab of fresh concrete with a beautiful blonde woman standing over him.

Her name was Caroline and she claimed to be a reaper, charged with taking his soul from one plain to the next. Yet, he cannot move on until he solves his own murder. Until then he is stuck in a half life, unable to cross over to the afterlife.

idek when will i be able to write this but the prompt/plot/whaever the fuck is this can’t get the fuck out of my head so maybe writing it down will relieved me

ok so

thinking about writing a highlander/bsd crossover but like only random one shot

in which Methos has a conversation with Dazai about life and wanting do live and die

also Methos being a new ‘suspicious’ frequent customer to the Uzumaki Cafe and met higuchi and recognize her as a newly turned immortal (bcs in one mission higuchi actually died but she believed she’s not) and decided, what the heck, this century is already crazy enough with so many Ability Users, might as well adopted one mafia member, been awhile since he’s on that side of the law

also: talking with akutagawa about trying to resist killing

also: Methos slowly learning to live again after parting ways with MacLeod

also: higuchi being overprotective when MacLeod came back to apologize

also: talking with Chuuya about being human and feeling like human instead of monsters

Plot Bunnies I’ll like never write? (C’mon son, we know you will)

Introducing: Nerissa

no excuses writing meme, askbox version

BEFORE THE BEGINNING — three sentences (or more) about something that happened before the plot of my current project

“Y’know, for an early riser, you stay up pretty damn late.” 

Paige glanced backwards. It was the middle of the night, and she was awake-- though not for lack of trying to sleep. She’d gone to lay down in the bunkhouse of this settlement at a reasonable time, maybe even caught an hour... but after that?

She couldn’t sleep. She was wound up with the kind of anxious energy that refused to let her hold still, and without anything to self medicate with? She’d taken the stairs up out of the bunkhouse to pace back and forth along the railed edge of the roof. 

She hadn’t even noticed Nick was up there when she came up, sitting at one of the tables beneath the covered portion of what was essentially an open-air cantina above the bunkhouse. It wasn’t until he spoke to her that she turned around and saw his eyes glowing in the dark... and she found herself tongue-tied for any sort of sly comeback.

“You still all twisted up in your head?”

“... I don’t know.” 

She’d turned more than her head his way. She abandoned her pacing, crossing the rooftop to arrive at his table, setting herself in the chair across from him. She felt stiff. Graceless. Tense. 

It wasn’t because of what she’d done anymore. What went down with Kellogg? She’d worked through that. Or at least she thought she had. It was just something he’d staid that still stuck around, rattling between her ears until the words nearly lost all meaning. 

That if she found her son, she’d have to do the right thing.

What did that even mean?

“... thinkin’ about turning back?” Valentine wondered. 

Was she? That really was the only other option at this point, wasn’t it? To drop it, stop chasing this, stop chasing Shaun, and just... accept what her life was now. 

Like hell.

“I can’t.” 

He let out a chuckle; soft and knowing. “Good. Woulda had to whap you over the head if you started talking about quitting now. We should make Goodneighbor by tomorrow-- you should head back down. Get some rest.” 

Goodneighbor. Another new place, but she’d heard about it. Nothing positive, but she’d withhold judgement until arrival. 

“... thanks, Nick.” 

endless list of plot bunnies | ryder blake, warrior’s exile

Ryder Blake, a skilled mercenary whose name had been spread around from other hunters. She was a supernatural killing machine who preferred to get the job done by herself. Any other weight would only drag her down, and make her have to worry about them screwing up the hunt. Whenever there was a supernatural being that a hunter couldn’t kill, Ryder was the woman they contacted. However, the brunette never did it out of the kindness of her heart; a price had to be paid.

She needed money and information.

For money, she lived off of the well earned dollars in order for her to pay for the cheap motels, fast food, and gas for rusty mustang. And on special occasions, she gambled with ignorant drunks who were too invested in their liquor to notice her stealthy tricks.

The information portion was completely different for Ryder. It wasn’t some pointless garbage hunters told her about the supernatural like she didn’t already know to begin with. No, it was much more than that. Three years ago, a hunt gone wrong and Ryder lost her younger sister Willow to a demon’s possession. Ever since that day, Ryder spent hours on end searching for her beloved sibling to only come up with dead ends.