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marypsue · 10 months

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For a variety of reasons, I probably won't write this out in any more finished a form than this. But it's been living in my mind rent-free for a year or more, so I finally had to just bite the bullet and see what it wanted to be. So. Have a summary for a fic I'll never write.

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Jennifer Daniels is dead.

Well. Presumed dead. She's been missing for seven years. The manhunt's been over for six. Nobody really believes that Jennifer could have survived the fire and flood that nearly wiped out the little town of Proofrock, Idaho. Or if they do, they're not saying anything.

So Jennifer Daniels is dead by the time Jade Loomis, homeless, penniless, and a little burn-scarred, ends up stranded, unable to scrape together enough for a bus ticket or hitch any more rides, halfway through Indiana.

While flipping through ancient microfiche in the library basement, trying to avoid the suffocating heat of summer, Jade starts to realise that maybe it's no coincidence that she's stuck here in Hawkins. The town seems placid (as Lake Placid) on the surface, but it's got a history as full of myth and murder as Proofrock. Or maybe even more. Local legend comes complete with killer chemical spills from secret government experiments, demon-haunted mass murderers with gruesome calling cards, and a mall-destroying disaster from the eighties straight out of Stephen King, that's still whispered about having secretly been some kind of Satanic ritual sacrifice.

If there was ever a place in Middle America where a slasher - another slasher - was going to rise from the dead, Hawkins is it. And Jade already has a couple of solid theories about just who it might be. She just has to study up on the lore, locate and train the final girl, and then disappear into the background like mysterious wandering mentors tend to do, before anybody starts asking too many questions.

But it's hard to pinpoint who's going to be the final girl, when you're a grown-ass adult and technically a wanted woman and so can't really get within five hundred feet of the local high school. And the more Jade digs, the more questions she unearths. People in Hawkins seem...almost unusually dedicated to making sure that the past stays in the past. And Jade can't be certain, but she's pretty sure she's being followed.

Maybe most concerning of all, though, she's starting to think the abandoned boathouse where she's been crashing might actually be haunted.

The visitations Jade's getting, along with the wall of silence from every resident over the age of forty and her own research, are starting to make her doubt everything she thinks she knows about the town's lore. And maybe more importantly, making her reconsider her theory about just who - or what - exactly is rising here in Hawkins. And why.

After all, what kind of name for a slasher even is Eddie?

#listen. i just. i just need these two to meet. who cares that there's thirty years and a death in between them.#anyway please read my heart is a chainsaw #and then come yell about it with me #my heart is a chainsaw #stranger things #(I'm stuck on the title 'all you fishermen; head for home')#(because it's a line from a kate bush song (hello earth)#that I've also associated ANOTHER line from #('get out of the waves; get out of the water')#with jade ever since i read the climactic scene of my heart is a chainsaw #just too perfect a coincidence to pass up)#also if there is anyone else on this green earth who would be interested in this and wants to write it: PLEASE DO

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lumi-klovstad-games · 5 months

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I did too good a job coming up with Branwen Ailani.

My head keeps trying to write fanfiction where she returns when I don't want it to. But I can just imagine Angron returning again (as he does) and the Lion is getting ready to throw down with him again, but Ailani intervenes and manages to calm this DAEMON PRINCE OF KHORNE with her mere words and presence. The entire battle loses energy at her arrival. Her Marines, the Hospitallers, do what they do best: evacuate innocents and the wounded trapped in the crossfire. They stabilize the dying. They reinforce the Imperium's defenses despite being unknown to the defenders, and their aid unasked for. And the Lion sees this mysterious woman, who has the formidable presence only a Primarch could have (but how could she there ARE no women Primarchs?), walk right up the the Blood God's Champion and halt him in his tracks with mere words. He sees the flames wreathing his lost brother flicker and die, as this crazy woman does the unthinkable and reaches out to gently touch the face of the Daemon Prince.

"What has this universe done to you, dearest brother?" she asks, pressing her forehead to his in a gesture of utter madness, "I have known your hurt in the past, yet it is so much greater now. This is not who you are. It never was. This is only what your masters told you that you must be, but deep down you are still your own man. Buried in hurt, drowning in suffering, lost in anger and sadness. I cannot fix your pain by myself. These wounds are too great even for me -- but if you would help me, brother, we can do it together."

And the Lion sees something happen he never expected: a twinge in Angron's eyes. It's there, only for a moment, but there's no mistaking it: his brother still lives, and begins to fight the devilry of his flesh for control for the first time in 10,000 years. Angron retreats in the face of Ailani's superhuman mercy and kindness, along with her healing touch and soothing aura, all of which has put cracks in Khorne's control of the Twelfth Primarch, something nobody thought possible.

The Lion doesn't know this woman, or her marines. But they know HIM. And she greets him like an old friend, a sibling, even.

There has been much talk of "delivering the Emperor's Mercy" in the past 10 millennia. But when the time came, the Emperor's Mercy delivered Herself back to the galaxy, and many reintroductions have been far too long overdue.

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tacticalgrandma · 20 hours

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karlach + 1, 13 & 17

Holiday headcanon: LOVES celebrating people's birthdays. Will try to surprise people so consistently that they spend the day in a state of tension, waiting for her to tackle them. Writes really sweet cards, bakes terrible cakes.

Nickname headcanon: Oh Jo have you seen that she calls herself "Mama K" at one point? I will buy this game for you just so she can tell you "stick close to mama k" herself. Anyway I think like Shadowheart or Wyll try to call her that at some point and fluster themselves too much to go through with it.

Soft spot headcanon: She's just all soft spots... when Wyll loses his warlock powers, she makes him her workout buddy so he can get more physically skilled. He Suffers but appreciates it.

#jo did you know she has a teddy bear.#did you know that she refers to her & the buff angel as 'us strongs'#did you know that her climactic scene made me cry. did you know #asks #orig

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longroadstonowhere · 4 months

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so ages back, i started having this idea for a boku no hero fic, which i like to call 'mon academie heroique' (and no i don't care if any of that is real french)

here's a little snippet of something i've written thus far

(featuring: copious amounts of headcanoning about aoyama's background, little a action as a treat, and me suddenly realizing like five years down the line 'wait why did deku need to save ochako at all, she could've just floated the debris away?????')

Yuuga Aoyama folded himself in half, stretching down to his toes to shake off the tension from sitting so long for the written part of the U.A. entrance exam. That part of the exam had been trés facile, but now the practical exam lay ahead of him. This part he had much less confidence about - after all, he'd been training quite hard for months now, but that was nothing compared to his peers. They'd all had their Quirks for years, and he'd only had One For All for a week. Not a good week, at that - the first time he'd tried using the Quirk, he'd felt as though his arms might have snapped clean off his body, and he'd almost broken his legs when he tried to use them for a basic jog. Luckily his parents had pulled some strings and gotten Quirk-suppression gear for him, so he could activate it without breaking every bone in his body, but this was a power he had to use sparingly, barely at all if possible.

But it was power, and it meant that he could become a hero. That was worth nearly anything.

Still, though, it would have been better if this exam didn't pit them against robots - he would have had a much better time facing off against a real person, someone whose motivations and emotions he could intuit. Many fights could be finished before a single punch was thrown, if you knew the right words and how to say them.

… Of course, Yuuga was still working on the latter part. For some reason, there was a large gap between what he meant to say and what his peers heard. Perhaps it was simply a language barrier? He was bilingual, but outside of his mother and father, his family spoke French much more extensively than Japanese. He was always more convincing in French, he felt. The Japanese, they seemed to find him offputting. It was something to work on, at least, and something to focus on after he finished this exam.

Looking around at the other hopeful students, Yuuga hid his thoughts behind a confident smile. It looked as though the last few students were getting off the bus now, so they'd probably be starting soon. He could almost see the feelings in the air around him - the rigid boy with engines in his legs acting officious to offset his anxiety, another boy with an enlarged arm rolling his shoulders calmly. One girl with green, plant-like hair seemed to be praying, and another girl nearby stared at the ground, likely giving herself a mental pep talk. So many people, all gathered together at this time and place for one reason alone - and he might never see any of them again. Only forty students could pass, after all. He might not even be one of them.

Non! Yuuga thought sharply. I cannot give up before we have even started! I know I will be a bright, shining beacon for all to follow, and this is where it begins. I will pass! I will enter U.A.!

The giant doors to the testing site opened, swinging open faster than Yuuga would've thought possible considering their size. Before the doors even finished opening, Present Mic yelled "GO!!!" over the speaker system. Yuuga felt just as confused as those around him, but with Present Mic reminding them that real life didn't have countdowns, he pushed into the false city along with everyone else, desperate to find as many robots as he could.

The one-pointers were prolific to start, and Yuuga relished the chance to test just how much he could hold back One For All while still destroying his foes. By turning it on for just one second, right at the end of a punch or kick, he was able to blow away each robot he faced without any painful consequences. He racked up seven points in less than a minute, quieting the voice in the back of his mind that still thought this would be impossible. With growing confidence, he started looking for better-valued robots.

He saw a two-pointer turning a corner just down the road from him, so he gave chase. Even without activating the Quirk, he could sprint well enough to catch up just in time to see the robot floating in the air along with several others, then all of them crashing down again. Past it, he saw a girl with brown hair running off, clutching her stomach. That little voice starting to grow louder again. He needed to do something, or else he'd fail this exam, and never become a hero shining above them all -

"Aaaaaagh!" Behind him he heard a boy's scream. Turning, another student with purple, ball-like hair bleeding from the scalp was backing away from a three-pointer. A chance! Yuuga rushed forward and jumped into a side kick, reinforcing his legs at the last moment with a half-second activation of One For All. This allowed him to crash straight through the robot's chest, destroying it utterly. A quick tuck-and-roll ensured he took no damage from landing, and he turned at the end to address his fellow test-taker. "Merci for the assist! Now, I will likely not see you again, so adieu!" After all, what were the odds of seeing another student twice in this chaotic cityscape? Better to separate from other students as much as possible in order to maximize the chances of defeating robots without interference, and it seemed unlikely the short boy could keep up with Yuuga's pace. It wouldn't do to simply run off without saying farewell, though - that would be rude and ungracious.

Matching action to word, Yuuga jogged down the road, leaving the purple haired boy behind. Above his head he heard explosions, and he looked up to see a blond boy with a wild grin on his face blasting himself through the sky above the buildings. Best not follow him, he'll take down anything and anyone in his path, Yuuga decided, and deliberately chose a pathway that would lead him away from the explosive student. This led him to a wide thoroughfare, full of other students and robots to take down. Looking over the impromptu battlefield, Yuuga realized he could use his personnel skills after all. There were plenty of students who were fighting more in self-defense than anything else, and with them to serve as distractions, he could easily score plenty of points. There was a student nearby, a boy wearing a bomber jacket fighting a three-pointer, who would do quite nicely. He was dodging his opponent's blows, but not mounting any counterattacks. Yuuga ran towards the pair and timed his blow so that the robot wouldn't collapse directly onto the other student. Turning to look, Yuuga found he had better timing than he'd planned - the other student had apparently tripped over some rubble and would have been unable to dodge the robot's attack. Comme c'est fortuit!

Yuuga offered a hand to the other boy. "If you are uninjured, there is still time to make up for this."

"Yeah, thanks," the student said as he used Yuuga's help to stand up. "I kept trying to find a weak spot, but it just moved too fast for me."

"The one-pointers are easier to face off against - perhaps focus on those, instead of wasting time fighting an opponent you cannot defeat." After all, while they were competing against each other, there was no reason he could not give friendly advice, correct? There were few one-pointers left in this area, as well - this would mean one fewer competitor for points in this area. A beneficial outcome for the both of them!

The other boy sighed. "Think you're right, I just wanted to… well, you get it. Thanks again, stay safe out there!" With that, he jogged away from the crowded thoroughfare as Yuuga had hoped he would. He was more likely to find one-pointers away somewhere else. Looking around, Yuuga sighted his next target and jumped back into the fray. He lost count of how many points he'd racked up - thirty? Forty perhaps? It was hard to tell sometimes what a robot was worth, and who would get final credit for a creature destroyed by several attacks at once. He envied those with long range abilities - if he could have chosen, he would have liked a Quirk like that. Shooting from afar was much more to his liking rather than dashing right into danger. That wasn't the choice he'd been given, though, and any Quirk was better than no Quirk at all.

After some time, Yuuga realized they must be nearing the end of the exam. That was when he heard shouts from the end of the road, and watched with everyone else as a zero-pointer turned the corner and stalked down the road towards them. As one, the crowd started running the opposite direction, Yuuga amongst them. As he ran, he passed the brown-haired girl he'd seen before get caught by debris and fall to the ground. He looked back at the zero pointer, gauging how much time before it reached her. He'd gotten enough points, right? There couldn't be much time left, but he could spare a moment to help another student. Decision made, he approached the girl. "Are you all right, mademoiselle?"

The girl panted, clearly trying to get her breath back. "Wind… knocked out…. just need a sec….."

Yuuga glanced at the rapidly approaching zero-pointer. "Pardon but you may not have that long. Your Quirk, it can float things, yes? Can you float the debris?"

"Pretty heavy… can't do that and move, I think…" She shifted around. "Gotta try, though - Plus Ultra, right?"

Yuuga nodded. "I can pull you free, but we must move quickly!" Instead of replying, the girl slapped her hands on the debris pinning her down, then pushed them up and away from her. Yuuga grabbed her arms and pulled her to her feet, pulling her along the road away from the walking natural disaster following them. He heard her mutter "Release" as she did something with her hands, and the debris crashed down loudly behind them. One hand went to her mouth and the other to her stomach, but she did her best to keep pace with Yuuga. The pair rushed as fast as they could, but Yuuga could hear the zero pointer approaching from behind, faster than they could go. For a moment, he considered leaving the girl behind to make his own escape, but he shoved that thought away quickly.

Just in time, Present Mic's voice rang out over the speakers again. "All right listeners, this exam is OVER!" At that, the zero pointer stopped chasing the pair, and they could finally collapse on some nearby rubble. Yuuga felt a deep exhaustion in every part of his body, and a warning twinge in his legs. Had he activated One For All as they tried to outrun the robot? That was terrifying to consider - if he hadn't been careful, even with the support items he could have broken both his legs and doomed himself. His whole body quivered with fatigue and residual fear. Was this what being a hero was like? In the moment, he'd only thought of how to win points and stay alive, but now he could recall the flying debris, the robot strikes that had nearly struck him, and looking around he could see students limping around with swollen ankles, bleeding from cuts across their limbs, or just lying collapsed on the ground trying to get their breath back. This was just the entrance exam - if this was what was expected of them before they even started, what would classes be like?

Yuuga's thoughts were derailed by the sound of his last-minute comrade emptying her stomach. When he looked at her, she was using a handkerchief to wipe her mouth with a matter-of-fact attitude, like this often happened to her. She noticed his look and grimaced. "When I make things float, it turns my stomach if they're too heavy. Happens if I float myself, too."

"Ah, comprends," Yuuga replied. "I also must be careful with my Quirk." He ignored the small voice saying Liar as he called One For All his Quirk. "I have these gauntlets and boots so that I don't crush my bones each time I attempt to use it."

"Whoa!" The girl reeled back. "That is way crazier than just getting a stomachache if I overdo it! Oh, I guess I should introduce myself, huh?" She held out her hand (happily, not the one she'd held her handkerchief with). "I'm Ochako Uraraka, nice to meet you!"

Yuuga took her hand and kissed it. "Enchanté. I am Yuuga Aoyama."

Ochako pulled her hand back quickly, blushing from ear to ear. "Right! Sure! Hi!" Oh right, the Japanese were so fussy about things like that. Perhaps he'd spent too much time with his French relatives during the winter holidays, or with All Might - his American mannerisms were rubbing off on him, perhaps. He'd have to remember to hold himself back in class to avoid offending any classmates. To Ochako, he apologized. "My mother's family is French, and I've spent a great deal of time with them recently, so I forget the proper greetings sometimes. Pardon."

"It's fine," Ochako said, waving her hand rapidly in front of her. She was still blushing, but she seemed calmer, at least. "I mean, you did help me get away from that robot, so you know, bygones are bygones and all that. Oh! Look!" She seemed relieved as she pointed past Yuuga. "I think that's the school nurse, right?"

#thought about doing this last night when i couldn't sleep #but like posting fic at three in the morning is silly for several reasons #so here y'all get this today #really trying to pull together a full story at some point but for now this is what i have hahaha #(okay well this and a scene later in the story but i don't wanna share that because it's like climactic and dramatic #and i don't wanna ruin the surprise if i do ever actually write enough of this to make it worth publishing on ao3 for me)

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catty-words · 1 year

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quick! bully me off tumblr and into my wip...

#i worked on it a bit today but not enough to feel satisfied. yet here i scroll...#when only a couple scenes stand in the way of me and a Big Climactic Scene that i'm vibrating like a nervy dog about

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magpies-gold · 7 months

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Between quietly going feral over Alpha Base while prepping it for NaNo and not being able to scream about it because -literally- no one will know the story until I actually write it down and also getting the overwhelming urge to dunk myself head-first back into Trigun Stampede but not having anyone willing to let me to force feed it to them and so I’d have to go back in alone…

Well, I am lightly vibrating today. My goodness.

#writing #Trigun #feels!#I hit a song that made an AB climactic scenes related movie play in my brain today and nearly ugly cried #and Vash keeps popping up on my dash and making me make sounds of distress #what is it LIKE to be a sane person?#I do not know

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roaringheat · 8 months

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im so close to sobbing what the fuck is this game doing to me

#vark posts #im gonna take a wild guess and say that theres maybe one or two more missions left #i really thought Arthur was gonna die right there on that trail #that wouldve been a little anti climactic though but absolutely soul crushing lol #im assuming thats the last i'll see of Charles too but i think that fit really well #that whole scene bringing eagle flies back and watching him die hurt my SOUUL man #i dont usually ever feel this emotional over media but man... im gonna cry here soon i just know it #godspeed #also i gotta say the german family coming back to help Arthur like he helped them was actually so fuckin sweet #that made me a little emotional too ngl lol #v live blogging

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idontwanttospoiltheparty · 1 year

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bestiessssss....... i have now officially outlined the entirety of ILTY in detail..........

#im.... wow #the end of an era is sooooooo near for me #shaking crying throwing up thinking about the climactic scene tbh #fiona.docx

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m0e-ru · 2 years

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girls when they see adachi

#persona 4 spoilers #persona 4 #p4 #marie persona #tohru adachi #viddeo #badpost #// me im girls #// sorry for clipping the golden anime i think im funny. anyway ignores all the times i had to stop skimming and cry #// the writing in ga isnt. the greatest. a boatload of fanservice to say the least #// it throws lore around and actually makes it even worse than golden itself but hey it has its charms like THIS scene it's so funny to me #// when management wants to add as much girl fun time as much as possible and sloppily deals with those AND the actual drama itself #// im just saying they couldve done better with. everything.#// at least make marie feeling the sagiri in adachi a bit more... climactic? she didnt even get taken aback while performing #// like he was there on the same floor as her too like OKAY ! we need a good concert we already played the risette delay card

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marypsue · 1 year

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30. Talk to me about the role dreams play in your writing life. Have you ever used material from your dreams in your writing? Have you ever written in a dream? Did you remember it when you woke up?

[from this meme]

The most direct example of the influence of dreams on my writing is one that I mentioned in the director's commentary for Reincarnation Blues. These lines:

Stamped into the starry void around them like an artificial horizon was a massive ring, parallel lines glowing red like gashes cut into the dream to reveal an inferno on the other side. And between those lines, all around the horizon, burned familiar symbols.

Were based on a nightmare that I had actually had, that involved Bill Cipher, while I was in the middle of writing RB. It was a deeply weird experience, because that dream was one I had shortly prior to the release of NWHS, and it was extremely meta. I was having a different unrelated nightmare, and then realised I was dreaming and tried to wake myself up. At that point, the whole horizon of the dream lit up with this glowing red circle of arcane symbols which rose up, wrapping around the entire sky like seeing Saturn's rings from a position standing on the planet, and Bill Cipher's awful cackle echoed over the dream the way sounds you can hear in the real world sometimes do while you're asleep, as the whole dream started to disintegrate. And then I woke up, scared half to death...to see the shadow of a four-fingered, noodly black arm splashed across my ceiling, reaching toward me, outlined in blue light.

...it turned out to be the shadow of a tangle of power cords in the light from the power bar they were plugged into. But that is probably the third closest I've ever come in my life to having a very real heart attack.

(Also, when NWHS came out, the ring of symbols around the portal looked extremely familiar for some reason I couldn't place. I don't remember what they actually turned out to be, but they weren't invented for the show, so I'd probably seen them somewhere before NWHS came out and forgotten about it. But I am still at least 75% convinced that I also saw them in that red ring around the horizon of that disintegrating dream.

Brains are weird.)

Oh! And the original idea that sprawled into the road goes ever on was inspired by a snippet of a dream about Shit Going Extremely Wrong in the secret evil Russian mall basement. Be grateful I left out the bit about batwings.

Usually I'm not quite that directly and literally inspired by dreams, though. I'd say the most frequent way dreams influence my writing is when I'm trying to capture a sense of unease or dread or unreality - I often go back to how nightmares feel.

I don't remember ever writing in a dream.

#chatter #a book came out with the title reincarnation blues so now I can't use that as my tag for my gravity falls transcendence AU series #also. you know what. post-s4 the batwings thing feels less nonsensical and random and more weirdly prescient.#add to that that apPARENTLY one specific snippet of climactic scene that I had in mind from the beginning of writing that fic #actually turned up in s4 (at least according to one commenter)#on occasion yes it does feel like I have an extremely specific and profoundly useless premonitory power #I can accurately predict extremely specific aesthetic elements of television shows ooooooooooooo #add me to the roster of unimpressive mutants lol

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