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bio-modification AU

Random ideas/headcanons that won’t get fics anytime soon. If anyone wants to add on/chime in/create something, feel free.

Three shared this link in the Discord chat, of a house, and I said, “I like the orange accents, and the bedrooms. it looks like the kind of house in some sort of near-future scifi thing. with genetic enhancements. bioengineering animalistic traits and genes into humans. the Hats were talking about how sharks regrow teeth (and why isn’t that being studied in an application to science, srsly) so maybe: Sips and the Hats as scientists working for this lab.”

cw: body modification; medical/scientific experimentation; creepy scifi, animal lab usage?; sex, drugs, mention of organs
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Sweet Temptations – ghostofgatsby

Sips’ Sundaes was an ice cream parlor not-so-secretly for supernatural and human customers both. So far, Sips had yet to actually make anything vampires specifically could enjoy, but humans kept coming back without complaint. Trott liked his job serving customers while Sips worked in the cold storage room mixing new flavors. The time Trott got to spend chatting with the cute postal delivery guy was also a nice bonus.

Rating: Mature

CW: blood, biting, blood drinking, minor injuries (bicycle accident, i.e. scrapes to hands/arms), first aid
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70s Racing AU

Random ideas/headcanons that won’t get fics anytime soon. If anyone wants to add on/chime in/create something, feel free.

In Geology class, my prof talked about salt flats and mentioned racing, and also there’s a guy who sits in front of me who’s over six foot, with mid-length brown-blonde hair that sort of curls at the nape and looks really lustrous because he always runs his fingers through it all the time.

So. You know. Here’s a 70s Racing AU.

cw: post war. mentions of sex, death, mental health issues, reckless driving, homophobia.
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Down to the Bottom of the Sea – ghostofgatsby

Ross splutters as another wave crashes down upon him, soaking him further in icy water. He clings onto a piece of the starboard bow, cutting his palms on the barnacles. The waves crash into him, and he’s slipping no matter how hard he tries to stay afloat.
From the neck down his body is slowly freezing, numbness soaking through him like the cloak of death. His hair is plastered to his head and his clothes are stuck to his back. The water is a terrible, drenching cold, and there’s a feeling of doom within him.
Ross is going down with this ship, and nothing is going to save him from it.

Rating: Mature

CW: mass drowning at sea, death, Major character death (it’s not graphic), slightly creepy ship captains, drowning, shipwrecks, body horror, dead bodies, afterlife, souls
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Vaguely Wizard-of-Oz-Framed Theater-Actor AU

Random ideas/headcanons that won’t get fics anytime soon. If anyone wants to add on/chime in/create something, feel free.

Inspired by this Lin-Manuel Miranda tweet:

“Good morning.
Brains.
Heart.
Courage.
Dope shoes.
You’re ready, Dorothy. Let’s go.”

cw: theatre shenanigans, crappy first meetings, assholes, arguing/yelling/fighting, acting out drinking issues, relationship problems, gendered slurs?, car accident (no injuries), brief mention of familial death/homophobia in a play
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Doctor Who AU

Random ideas/headcanons that won’t get fics anytime soon. If anyone wants to add on/chime in/create something, feel free.

A Doctor Who AU, because female doctor!!! female doctor!!! female doctor!!! Woooo!

cw: none that I can think of. too much shopping?
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I howl at the moon, but nobody’s home – ghostofgatsby

“Smith-” Strife stammered, “Trott challenged Brindley on his command- and Brindley’s taken that as a threat. We can’t stop Brindley, but if others don’t intervene Trott’s as good as dead.”
Smith’s heart plummeted into his stomach, and he shoved past Strife with fear climbing up his throat. “Fuck, he’s going to kill him…” he mumbled hoarsely. He didn’t bother to lock the door as he set off into a run, shedding his clothes and shifting into the wolf form he knew instinctively.

The bonds between Smith and Trott, and the bonds between themselves and their pack, are tested when the Alpha exiles Trott from their territory. Trott leaves Smith behind, but winter brings them more than just cold and loneliness.

Rating: Mature

CW: blood, violence, threats/insults/fighting, wounds/injuries, scars
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