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ihasafandom · 3 months

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Carnage re-write

I'll add these all together into a single post and probably put it onto a03 and my artblog when I'm done with all of these, but for now we're going with this format.

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So for Eddie’s arc let’s have him learn that he needs to open up and allow himself to listen to and rely on other people. He can’t go around behind other peoples’ backs, and he can’t lie to the people in his inner circle. This will connect back to his flaws in the first film, where he tried to do everything himself his own way without considering how other people would feel about/react to that or reaching out to any of his contacts or allies for help or anything like that.

Venom meanwhile got hints of it in the first film, but we need to double down on it learning the value and meaning of community and friends and allies and all that. In theory Eddie has some of that, but he also tends to throw them away so if we can have Venom glom on and stick that’ll be good for them both in the long run (not a necessity for a good story, but I like when partners fill eachothers’ weak spots.

As for the relationship, we need them both to go on a journey where they realize that/why they care about eachother, and come to value that enough to compromise and work to find their balance.

They also both need to temper their impulses and instinctive responses to be able to think thing through and not just rush in guns blazing, though that might be a series arc and not just for the one movie.

Probably makes the main thrust of this movie something along the lines of: People and relationships are important and irreplaceable, but also hard work and compromise. They are well worth the effort of doing things right.

Which gives us some nice points to invert for our villain trio.

And speaking of villains, the villains and side-characters need arcs too.

In the film, Cletus wants to tell his story, wants to escape, wants to find his girlfriend, wants to get married, and wants to wreak havoc and kill people.

Scream wants to escape, wants to find her boyfriend, wants to get married, and wants to wreak havoc and kill people.

That’s all perfect for what the film wants to do (I have not read the comics and know nothing about scream, don’t at me. But also do, maybe you’ve got some ways to sell all of this better) 100%, no notes.

Where this breaks down is when it comes to Carnage itself. We get very little of its motivations, and we don’t get much between the symbiote and Casady, and even less between it and Scream. And what we do get isn’t compelling. It seems clear to me that they were trying to do a parallel to Eddie and Venom here, but it lacks the clarity and follow-through to really work.

Also AFAIK Carnage symbiote is supposed to be she/her and it’s a bummer that it’s not in the movie though I am always gonna be a “symbiotes are it/its first and anything else second” truther.

So to fix it:

Carnage is newly born straight off of the “we should be able to do what we want with no morals/consequences/limits” argument that Eddie & Venom were having and bases its initial personality off of that. Its motivation is that it wants to murder-party its way across the Earth. It sees Cletus as a good time and it is covetous of him as a host. It wants a match at least as good as Venom’s, and it wants its host to have things that make them feel hedonistically good, but it does not respect Cletus and it doesn’t care about Scream herself.

Cletus loves Scream. And he appreciates the abilities and possibilities that Carnage brings to the table and the way that their goals and desires align, but nothing more than that. People are a means to an end, to be used as he sees fit. To be manipulated and lied to without a thought. He doesn’t care to tell Scream about Carnage being its own being, all the better to bask in the glory of saving her and being powered up all by himself. He doesn’t care to explain to Carnage how the world works, or to reel it in, preferring to ramp it up for the carnage and chaos and pretend that it was all his idea.

Scream loves Cletus, but she is jealous and suspicious. She acts up whenever Cletus seems to have anyone else important in his life, and is even more dismissive of the people around them as little more than backdressing and playthings at best. She has skills and knowledge, and tries to use them to plan their future, but gets ignored by Cletus overruling her opinions and choices unless he is in a “yes, anything for you, everything you say will be done” mood. When she finds out about Carnage she is HECKIN jealous. How dare he have someone even closer to him than she is?

The marriage going from the two of them to the three of them is a peace offering without solving the underlying issues. And when Cletus ignores one of Scream’s choices – the officiant or somethign and Scream gets mad and Carnage slaps her for ruining their big day and then Cletus fights with Carnage for hurting his love, that is the crack that weakens them enough for Eddie and Venom (with backup) to eventually win the day. Their bond is stronger, they have put in the work, they have laid out a support network and talked about their needs, and in the end they will prevail because they have a healthier relationship for it.

This is of course diametrically opposed to how the actual movie played it, where Eddie and V got back together with no actual changes and out of desperation but the movie still kind of tried to imply that they won because their bond was better? Nah, you gotta earn that, on both sides, and we’d seen more problems on the protagonist side than the antagonists’ by far at that point.

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akatsukizombies · 2 months

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Alternate Wish Storyline

I know this is a little late to the party, but I was just thinking about the Wish (2023) movie again and I started to come up with a different story in my head that would piece it together well enough

I know that some elements would heavily be inspired by like Jafar from Aladdin and other elements from the Little Mermaid, but for Disney's 100th anniversary, I don't think that having similar concepts in your movies would be a bad thing.

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One of the first things I would change is to make Asha the daughter of Magnifico. Magnifico has a similar back story to the one he already has, just that he and Amaya had a daughter.

Asha is their only child and on her 18th birthday is supposed to take on the role of the Wish granter for the city. Asha is excited for the job, and overly eager to grant the wishes of others.

Asha loves her kingdom and still makes time to visit her friends at the bakery whenever she can. Asha's friends are excited of the idea of Asha becoming the wish granter, and start asking her questions about whether she's going to cast more than one wish a month, or just generally all of the different things that she could potentially could do.

On her way home, Asha meets Sabino. Sabino creates and sells instruments to the people of Rosas. He had given his wish to Magnifico sometime ago and wishes that it would come true, especially considering he's quite old (insert joke about him being 100). Asha is inspired to grant Sabino's wish and is determined to make that the first wish she grants.

Magnifico and Asha share a kind moment with each other as they start to talk about wishes, however a similar argument about whether or not wishes are granted occurs. Magnifico refuses to grant Sabino's wish because he's paranoid that the wish could have negative consequences. Asha continues to argue and the two fight until Magnifico claims out of anger that "Asha clearly isn't ready for the responsibility of granting wishes". Since I'm writing this shorthand, there are a few details that don't transfer as well as they would with a fully typed-out conversation, but essentially Magnifico is having a King Triton moment. He's not willing to hear Asha out, and then he isn't willing to add details about why he can't grant these wishes.

Asha runs out of the castle, ashamed that she is unable to make people happy as she planned, and frustrated that Magnifico won't humor her opinion. Magnifico, once having a moment with his wife, feels guilty about his outburst towards Asha. As he speaks with Amaya and his advisor ("Not Jafar"), he recalls when he first gained his powers and all the mistakes he ended up making when granting wishes to others. Wishes, if not worded specifically or carefully considered, can become a monkey's paw. Because of his own naivety as a young man, a wish he granted was the reason for his original home being destroyed.

Meanwhile, we have the advisor I just mentioned. Yes, I know that it's super Jafar and Scar-like, but if you want to remain somewhat honest about Magnifico's portrayal before he becomes evil, I think just having an evil advisor is fun. The Advisor, (I'm going to call him Mateo) wants to take control of the kingdom, but he doesn't have magic powers. He would have shown up here and there, encouraging Asha and saying how she would be a great wish granter and things like that.

Asha finds a place out in the middle of the woods to cry, and this is when she starts to wish upon a star. As she wishes, down comes Star Boy. Star is curious of Asha and the two quickly start a banter. Star reveals that he's able to grant wishes as he pleases without needing a magic wand or potion, though some rules do apply (Cannot kill, force someone to fall in love, or revive anyone from the dead). Asha in an act of rebellion plans on dragging Star around with her to help her grant people's wishes while Star is in it for the fun of it.

Asha and Star would butt heads slightly due to Star not knowing how to act around humans, but Asha would in time be able to teach him about compassion.

Noticing that a large number of strange events have been transpiring, Magnifico starts having people look out for any people who may be casting spells amongst Rosas. Star hides out at the bakery with Asha's friends while Asha goes back to the castle to think of what to do with Star.

Mateo, probably having seen Asha and Star go around, takes advantage of Asha's emotions. Mateo talks about how the King just wont listen, and how when he finds Star, he's probably going to do "something drastic". He would really want to butter her up, and make her think that he's sympathetic and on her side. When he feels Asha is wrapped around his finger, Mateo casually drops "You know... my wish was never granted either."

Despite knowing that people who have given their wish to Magnifico are supposed to have forgotten their wish, Mateo is able to tell Asha that his only wish was to "Make Rosas a better place". Asha thinks that maybe he saw his wish in the wish room or something, but eventually what she would do is bring Star and him together.

Asha has Star grant his wish, but the wish backfires. Mateo's wish to make Rosas a better place was to make Rosas a better place for himself. Mateo becomes a sorcerer stronger than Magnifico. When Magnifico comes in to try and stop him, Mateo is easily able to defeat him and take his magic staff without even flinching. Asha tries to help/tries to get Star to help, but Mateo casts a spell that turns Star against Asha.

Asha barely manages to get away and she and her friends devise a plan to try and rescue her parents and Star. Mateo is after Asha, but Asha ends up using her own powers to try and fight against him. Mateo still overpowers her, but tries to use Star to kill her. Star while under Mateo's control, is unable to kill her because that goes against his magic. Mateo is furious because this infinite power is being wasted, so he wishes to have all of Star's power. This wish ends up being his demise, because Mateo becomes overloaded with power to the point that he bursts into a bright light and turns back into star dust.

Star is lying pale and cold on the ground, and Asha is devastated. She and the others start wishing and singing, and eventually, Star opens his eyes and starts to regain his magic (Tinkerbell). Star is alright thanks to the wishes of others and he and Asha kiss.

Magnifico, softened by this event, realizes that though if he's granting a wish he should still be careful, that maybe he's been too harsh on granting wishes. He tells the kingdom that he's going to be giving back the wishes to those in the kingdom, not because he will not grant them, but because everyone will be working to grant their own wishes.

Star knows that he has to go, but he's distraught at this point. Not just over Asha, but about everything. He's come to love Rosas and the people who live there. Up from the sky from the constellation star fell from, a few stars twinkle and Star starts to transform for a Star boy to a human boy. He and Asha embrace.

Instead of it ending on a wedding, we flash forward to Asha and Star together, planning and working together to help grant wishes for today on their little checklist. As they pass by people on the street, we see that Sabino's wish has been granted.

Anyway, sorry for this giant long thing. Sorry some of it is short like I mentioned, its just quick off the cuff thoughts.

#wish 2023 #princess asha #starboy #wish star #wish movie rewrite #movie rewrite

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mrcjprice193 · 1 year

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so... I rewrote Twilight...

I rewrote Twilight the WHOLE series during the pandemic out of boredom. I’m leaving out some crucial details but stay with me. I know of the books but this is gonna be more of a rewrite of the movies… This is the first movie… Bella moves to the town and lives with her dad because her mother dies. She’s in her late twenties, laid back, nerdy, and introverted. She moved away from her parents. She movies back to look after her mom's old things and console her dad. As she discovers unusual photos of her mom in a group full of women. she meets up with her old best friends Jacob and Jessica…

They tell her of a mysterious family who moved into the town years ago. No one knows much about them other than they contribute a lot to the town being fixed up and the head of the family works as a prominent doctor. Only on a few occasions does anyone see the rest of them… She gets curious and starts looking into their history and finds nothing. meanwhile, her dad investigates vicious murders happening around the town. He meets up with his friend Carlisle who he’s been close with for a long time ever since he moved there.

Then we get to THE scene. a car slides through about to hit Bella but Edward saves her. He leaves a huge dent in the car and walks away with a hood over his head. Bella is in the hospital and overhears a convo with Carlisle chastizing Edward about laying low. She’s confused but curious. She begins following Edward through the town seeing him go incognito and walk around the town. He leads her into the forest. She follows him but Edward knew what she was doing. Instead of being threatening edward is much more snarky, energetic, and softer. There is a spark there. Edward plays with her a bit and doesn’t tell her what he is. What plays out is a cute cat-and-mouse game between the two. Meeting around town. They soon start to get closer and Bella figures out he’s a vampire. They fall in love… (obviously).

Edward struggles to find his humanity being immortal and Bella is very sheltered and can't seem to find her purpose in life. through each other Edward re-discovers his humanity, and Bella steps out of her shell...

Bella discovers after looking into her mom's past that she comes from a long line of a coven of witches and she may be the last of them. (This comes into play later down the line In my rewrite of Eclipse.)

Bella meets the rest of the Cullens. Esme, Alice, Rosaline, and Jasper but things get rough as the murders get closer and closer to town. One of Charlie's friends is attacked but he’s still alive. Later on, in the police station, he turns into a rampaging beast and attacks him. He soon realizes he became a vampire thanks to Carlisle who tells him and reveals he’s one too. Charlie does not take this well and punches him. It doesn’t work vampire's skin is very strong. What follows is a buddy pair to hunt down this rogue clan of vampires… As it turns out this rogue clan is led by James who was once a part of the Cullen clan but became bloodthirsty beyond repair. Both he and Edward were best friends for centuries but after a huge falling out he split. taking in other wayward vampires who thirsted for blood and started his own clan. James begins terrorizing Bella to get at Edward and stays around the town…

Charlie and Carlisle team up killing all of the vampires in their lair but James escapes and is pissed. He kidnaps Charlie and tells Bella to meet him in an abandoned fairground. the final showdown takes place here. James and Edward face off it’s brutal and vicious. Charlie tries to get his gun with a specialized silver bullet but he can’t reach it. Bella grabs the gun instead and blows James's face off. The night is over and everything is fine but the tension between Charlie and the Cullens is thick now. (imagine if your best friend lied to you about being a vampire. shit is not sweet fam. lol) Bella and Edward go to a town celebration. They dance together in the night… END.

let me know if yall want to hear my new moon rewrite...

#rewrite #twilight #twilight saga #edward cullen #bella swan #charlie swan #twilight rewrite #cullen family #vampire #writing #fanfiction #movie rewrite #my writing #witches #werewolves

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archerygun · 2 months

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James Bond movie concept

James Bond. Unsurprisingly, another one of my hate obsessions. I know an absolutely unreal amount of Bond trivia for someone who hates the films. But I’ve formed a sort of Stockholm Syndrome about them, and part of that revolves around my obsession with how I’d make them good (or just personally appealing to me as a piece of cinema).

LET’S GO.

So, back in the 60s-maybe 70s if we’re pushing it (because I know Roger Moore is an icon - HE NAMED GEORGE LAZENBY AS A TOP THREE BOND, LOOK, I GIVE HIM MY RESPECT FOR THAT AT LEAST), James Bond is called to tackle another villain who’s built a mysterious machine believed to be a superweapon MI6 isn’t totally sure about yet. A mixture of recon and destruction.

Bond fights the villain, he’s about to win, but Villain (nameless cos I’m lazy) activates the machine. 007 is officially pronounced missing.

Flash forward to the modern day.

A man turns up at MI6 headquarters, demanding to see M. He says he has important information for him, and claims to be ‘007’ - a sign that definitely doesn’t belong to him. They look the man up, probably to send him home, but they can’t find a single thing about him ANYWHERE.

The documents on Bond, and what he was fighting against, have all been super duper sealed, and everyone in his MI6 died and took the knowledge with them. He’s been wiped from history, pretty much. We’re a good nation at hiding things. So while MI6 work to unseal old documents, they reluctantly assign Bond to the mission of taking down Villain, who has also mysteriously reappeared and is being a massive Pain In The Arse.

(The machine in question somehow freezes the two in stasis; the level of threat posed to the world and villain’s motivation? You decide.)

Cue average time-travel comedy beats (mostly contributed by my friend who I bounced this idea off of).

“Wow, Q! You’ve really outdone yourself! What is this astonishing machine!?”

“Bond, this is an iPhone.”

Can:

Kill anyone within a mile radius

Speak several languages fluently

Fiddle with specialised equipment

Fly a jetpack

Can’t:

Coffee machine

“You’re telling me you disarmed a nuclear rocket and you need help because you changed your phone’s language to Japanese and can’t change it back.”

“THE ROCKET DIDN’T HAVE TOUCH-SCREEN.”

Bond still operates on what was considered ‘inconspicuous’ in 1969 and shows up to an undercover op in full florals and flares. “You said it was a party. I’m just trying to blend in!”

M is going to be losing her mind. Q might die of frustration. It would be glorious. Lean into the weird family dynamic MI6 has in older Bond movies. Hell, no romance. Just 2 hours of “What do you mean, ‘CPR’?”

#james bond #james bond 007 #sean connery #roger moore #007 #george lazenby #movie rewrite #movie concept #movies #writing #james bond q #james bond movies #m james bond #british cinema

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shadowdarkee · 2 years

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Pokémon M16: Rewritten (Or errr….parts of a script for it)

Context: The year is 2011ish. Get V, set in Poké-New York, is coming to an end. Rumors of a new ‘fairy’ type abounded. Last we saw Mewtwo, at the end of Mewtwo Returns, and then in cameo appearances in the opening of Destiny Deoxys, and the Advanced Battle theme song (and IIRC, the opening of Rise of Darkrai), he appeared in the shadows of a city skyline which looked very distinctly like NYC, complete with the Empire State Building. If we were ever going to see our favorite genius psychic existential-philosophizing super-scientist Pokémon again, it’d logically be here. And given that Genesect is basically a soft reboot of Mewtwo, it’d be totally awesome to see them fight in the inevitable Genesect movie.

The first poster for the Genesect movie was leaked to Serebii. And then a second, where, amazingly, Mewtwo was featured. But he looked off. The lines were too soft. We told ourselves that it might be a weird animation decision. Then came the third poster, with something like an altered form of Mewtwo. And it looked horrifyingly cutesy. ‘That looks like a fairy. Why does Mewtwo have a fairy form? Please be a hoax’. Thankfully, it and a subsequent trailer (where he had a female voice for some God-forsaken reason) were just pranks by GameFreak/Pokémon Inc. Still, nonetheless, they decided to just skip Movie #16 entirely (and anyone who says otherwise is a lying liar who tells lies).

In the years since, I’ve occasionally speculated on how it M16 have gone. The guidelines for it are simple:

Kickass fight between Mewtwo and Genesect. Genesect attacks Poké-New York City and Mewtwo defends it?

Show how Mewtwo’s character has evolved since last we saw him. In theory, his arc should come full circle here, the first Genetic Pokémon defending humans rather than attacking them; As a Mewtwo story, it should be somewhat cerebral. Where does the first person to tell Mewtwo that his life has inherent value fit into his worldview?

Like all final movies in a generation, it should give a sneak preview of the next generation. In this case, a sneak preview of Mega Evolution, which functions like Mega Evolution, but is never explicitly stated to be such (after all, it should be formally introduced in the anime within the generation it is a part of). Given Mega-Evolution is supposed to function off the bond between Human and Pokémon (from the in-game text in X&Y, and the Korrina arc in the anime it is likely this was supposed to be linked in some way to the new Affection mechanic), well…see point 2.

The following are scraps of an attempt at such a script, which I figured some here may be interested in.(Long blocks of italics are flashbacks and internal monologues, etc)

Pokémon Genesect: The Power Within (or something about genetcs or 'Genetic conflict' or such)

For context, Ash and friends arrived in New Tork City after Mewtwo telepatically requested that he come - the clone had been living in the shadows of the city. When they meet, Mewtwo would recap the events of Birth of Mewtwo all the way through Mewtwo Returns (and how Ash et al saved him psychologically - lets face it he's a psychological mess for his whole life up until the end of that special) to Iris and Cilan (while dancing around the whole Mew and I sort of killed Ash bit). He'd ask Ash to help him test a pair of special stones he developed to make him more powerful - inspired by watching a tourist and his own pokémon. The test fails and soon afterwards the Genesect attack. (no idea how to handle Dowse Genesect though)

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This is not a battle between Pokémon called gods, who can fight by rending space or rippling time. But it is no less violent. This is a battle of living weapon versus living weapons, genetically enhanced super clone versus technologically enhanced super predator, each altered to bring their combat abilities to the ultimate level. One-on-one, even with two type disadvantages? Shouldn’t be that hard. But one against four, while trying to prevent collateral damage? This could be a challenge…

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And later on:

The Genetic Pokémon plummeted to the ground, shattering pavement on impact. A minute later, he found himself pulled to his feet by a grass type’s vine whips and a human. The human. Mewtwo: “I told you to flee to somewhere safe.” Ash: “Why would I do that? I can’t just abandon a friend in need!” Mewtwo: ‘your…friend?’

Flashback:

[QUOTE=Mewtwo Strikes Back]

Mewtwo: “So... you say I am wrong? That you are not this human's servant, you are his friend?”

Pikachu: “Pika!“

Mewtwo: “You are as pathetic as the rest.” (Mewtwo psychically throws Pikachu, and Ash falls to the floor to catch him)

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Or alternatively:

[QUOTE=Myuutsu no Gyakushuu]

Myuutsuu: “What did you say? You're not being controlled? You're with the humans because you want to be? To be with them by itself is wrong.” (Myuutsuu psychically throws Pikachu, and Satoshi falls to the floor to catch him)

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The Genetic Pokémon begins to smile. Mewtwo:“Ash... I...would like to try to use the stones again” And so the boy holds up his stone, while the Genetic Pokémon puts a hand to the stone on his cape. A double helix symbol flashes and light flows from one stone to the other. Mewtwo glows and begins to transform. The clone feels jolts of pain as his body changes in ways it was never designed for, shifting to experimental genetic blueprints of his own devising. His thick tail - the result of an attempt by his creators to stuff additional neurons into him but sufficiently distant to not cause seizures or weigh down his head (human hubris, really, to alter his to fit their own human body plan and neglect the solved problem that already existed with alakazam) - decomposes into a vestigial stub, the matter bubbling up his flesh until the back of his head – brain (with more wrinkles added than could be given to him by mere human blueprints), skull, and all - bloats to massive proportions; His second neck - a now vestigial coaxial cable to connect forebrain to hindbrain- submerges into his first; The hemispheres of his brain merge together, and a new coaxial cable emerges to encourage additional connection between the two sides (a mild seizure arises from the increased rapidity of thoughts, as does a physical headache from the sensation of skin and flesh and bone and cartilage being pulled upwards, but nothing he can't handle); eyes grow to Mew-like proportions - inflaming and taking on an unhealthy blood red hue; already skeletal arms shorten to add layers of protective fat, while large useless legs shrink outright; All the while, nerves shift to accommodate his new frame.

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The now cape-less transmuted Genetic Pokémon pauses for a moment, getting used to his increased mental capacity (and blinks to discard the small amounts of blood that leaked from his eyes), and then speaks. Mewtwo: “Get the locals to safety. I can handle the Genesect myself." And with that, Mewtwo returns to the fray. The four Genesect each fire a signal beam at their opponent, but the attacks are all quickly reflected back at them followed by shadow balls. This is not a battle between living weapons, engineered by evil organizations for use in world conquest. It is even more violent. This is a battle between the world’s strongest hunters versus the world’s strongest Pokémon. Four against one would be overkill in their natural habitat, but they are 300 million years obsolete. Against their opponent’s full psychic might - raised to 11, the hunters become the hunted. For the first time, Genesect choose flight over fight. The chase is on. Genesect fly away from the Psychic Pokémon, occasionally turning back to fire back a techno blast or signal beam. Shadow balls and psychic blasts are launched back in return but are eventually found to be too insufficient. Mewtwo’s eyes glow, and it is as if the genesect were each at a point of lowest air pressure or the center of gravity wells. Newspapers, litter, trashcans, bicycles, any objects they pass that are not tied down, and some that are, are pelted at the Paleozoic Pokémon.

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As the battle goes on, the side effect of un-directed Mega evolution (not that it ever is explicitly stated) takes its toll on even Mewtwo's mind. Slowly, existential philosophy fades to bioweapon instinct. His is the most powerful mind in miles around, but even that does not protect the genius fully. Protecting the city from strange attackers gives way to fighting threats to one's territory.

Eventually, a (truck? metal bench?) gets thrown at the genesect. Red gets away, but it hits and pins down the others.

Floating, the World's Strongest Pokémon stared down at the invaders. He watched them move feebly. But they still moved (even if half unconsciously)- still tried to free themselves. If they freed themselves, they would become a threat once more. This could not be allowed. They would have to be dealt with. Permanently. As the bioweapon charged up a Shadowball, he noticed out of the corner of his eye another of the enemy's kind approach. Good. four instead of three. And then as he moved to throw, it flew in between them and emitted a buzz that sounded almost like "Stop!" and the blast hit Mew's counterpart. Except it didn't fire through Mew's blast, or push it back. It hit something in the middle. And when the smoke clears, he sees the boy glow and fall over, turning to stone. "It can't be." he thinks out loud, "A human tried to stop our fight." This leads to some some kind of internal monologue where Mewtwo realizes his worldview is (at least somewhat) wrong, what he's doing is wrong, and/or that he's been defeated - not physically, but philosophically/psychologically. Mewtwo dispersed the Shadowball and looked around, beholding the destruction he has wrought upon the city in his battle. There had to be another way.

[Will finish writing this when I get around to it.]

Mewtwo notices the moon, possibly has a flashback to Meowthtwo's argument from Mewtwo Returns about everyone seeing the same moon , and then sees Red Genesect. Thus does Mewtwo race forward, telekinetically grab the hunter and begin rapidly ascending. As they pass the stratosphere, the psychic's body shutters - bones snap and reform - neurons twist - mass oozes back into place painfully as the artificial transformation is undone. Soon they come to a stop, above the atmosphere, inhabiting a bubble of air. [Insert here a cheesy philosophical speech about home and the moon and ones place in life that is inspired by everything Mewtwo has experienced up until this point] Red Genesect is convinced, and they head back down.

After battle ends, includes a Genesect asking why Mewtwo is helping them build a nest which drifts into something like

“What? You ask Why? Why "are you helping me?” Asked the psychic. It didn’t make sense. The boy had no reason to be here. He had no reason to care about him. “Well, for one thing, you saved my Pikachu. That's a good reason.” And so needlessly endanger themselves further just to repay him? Was that all? “The only one?” There had to be something he was missing “Do you always ne- -ed a reason to help somebody?” Answered Mewtwo. And then he returned his focus to the work below, eyes glowing as the building material for the nest began levitating into place once more.

Then before Ash et al leave, Mewtwo talks to Ash and after confirming that he won't erase anyone's memories (and has resolved to watch over the city at least for the time being), tells him that the latter is more powerful than the former could ever be in the ways that matter (in that that Mewtwo is alone, while Ash has a lot of friends - 'I could take on and defeat the entire Pokémon League, but I would be doing so completely alone. If I ever got hurt, no one would be there for me', cutting to a short flashback of Pikachu crying over Ash's petrified body), and briefly invoking truth and ideals in some way, and the camera would pan out and then back down to the main cast leaving the city, as Mewtwo telepathically finishes his monologue with something along the lines of "and for your continued journey, I would like to give you and your Pokemon: Best Wishes". )

With the final words, briefly show the

POKéMON Best Wishes

anime title card then immediately cut to credits

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Credits would of course show some scenes of him visiting the other clones (to fit the whole friendship/home theme that Cataquack Warri brought up). Also, scenes involving Genesect in their new home, and Ash introducing Iris and Cilan to previous friends over the video phone (Cilan on video phone with Brock, each in an apron, comes to mind).

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Logic for the Mental degradation is that it appears both in the Mega-Lucario arc in the anime and the Gen VII pokédex and is thus probably supposed to be a thing (which GameFreak was probably unable to figure out how to implement as anything other than flavor-text). See also perhaps Gen II's Berserk Gene having an amplified effect on him. That he's able to snap himself out of it on his own is in and of itself a result of his intelligence - rather than the degradation being a result of an insufficiency thereof. That the cause goes unanswered (and the degradation itself unobserved by Ash and friends) exists as foreshadowing/setup for the Mega-Lucario arc where it would be resolved.

The brutality of the mega evolution is an attempt to make Mewtwo's awfully unthematic mega design actually fit Mewtwo's design theme of being twisted and brutal and unnatural and wrong.

Similarly, with regards to Mewtwo having a mega stone/evolution in the first place. Frankly, it doesn't make much sense for one of the stones that were created 3000 years ago to be perfectly suited to allow an artificial Pokémon that can't be more than a decade old to mega evolve. It does make sense for those stones to be artificial, and lets face it, Mewtwo making them as a science experiment and/or to prove (to himself) that he isn't inferior to pokémon that do have them is perfectly feasible and in character. It may not be in a cave, in this case, but it is with a box of scraps. This is probably entirely in line with the capabilities of the guy who mastered genetic engineering in a few weeks or months (and beyond the knowledge possessed by his creators) entirely out of spite and need to prove a lack of inferiority.

#pokemon #pokémon #pokeani #mewtwo #ash ketchum #genesect #pokemon headcanons #pokemon black and white #fix it fic #movie rewrite #yes i'm still bitter #pokemon movies #pokemon fic #pokemon fanfiction

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yallemagne · 10 months

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Watch Me Rewrite Spider-Man 3 Because I have Writer's Block

Me: "We don't need to rewrite Spider-Man 3, we don't need to rewrite Spider-Man 3, we don't need to---"

Brain: "But guess what we're doing."

If you think that the movie is perfectly fine the way it is... I mean, you're definitively wrong, but go off. Just don't read this; it won't serve you.

Okay so, this is fucking because I was just thinking. Why does Venom (Eddie Brock) kidnap Mary Jane? How does he know her? Wouldn't it make more sense that he would kidnap Gwen Stacy?

I mean, we know why he kidnaps Mary Jane. It's because she's the love interest. But how would he know that? He was not that familiar with Peter. As far as the movie shows us, Eddie shouldn't even know who MJ is.

Let's look at why MJ was targetted in the previous films:

Spider-Man

Green Goblin... just wanted to fuck around and kill his son's girlfriend. I dunno, it seemed like the thing to do. Perhaps there was some residual bitterness over Harry not speaking about her, maybe it truly was anger that she wasn't wearing a black dress, who is to say?

Some creepy guys target her because she's a woman walking alone in the evening. Unfortunately, that is what creepy guys do.

Harry confides in his father about MJ cheating with Peter, and Norman decides to kill two birds with one stone.

Spider-Man 2

Harry tells Doc Ock to retrieve Spiderman for him and that Peter should know Spiderman's whereabouts. Peter was out with MJ, and Doc Ock decides to take a hostage.

Spider-Man 3

Ehh?? Love interest. Of both the boyos, I guess. Eh.

Because lissen, it would make more sense for Eddie Brock to target Gwen Stacy. Eddie tells Captain Stacy that he's dating his daughter, but it's revealed by Gwen that it was just a single coffee date. As thanks for saving her, Gwen gives Spiderman the key to the city and a kiss. A very public kiss. Later on, Eddie sees Peter taking Gwen out after he just got him fired from his new job. Same night, in the church, while Eddie is praying for Peter Parker to die, he finds out that Peter is Spiderman, gets the symbiote, and then decides to team up with Sandman and kill him himself. He picks MJ because Peter "stole his girlfriend" and now he's gonna steal Peter's but... uh???

How could he possibly know Peter's history with MJ? Sure, she's gotten kidnapped a few times, but she hasn't been kidnapped in a while, and there's more reason for Eddie to believe that Gwen would make a good hostage right now. And it would also be retaliation against her for rejecting him.

So, why MJ? She's the movie's love interest, and Gwen is supposed to be a red herring. Maybe if we saw Eddie calculating? Like doing some research? He's into journalism, right? Have him think of targeting Gwen but looking into it and finding out that Peter is into MJ??

Also, funny thing: Peter was standing there watching the news, and he only jumps into action after hearing MJ was kidnapped?? I know he's just standing there until the audience gets all the vital info, but wouldn't it make more sense for a hero to want to rescue... any hostage? No matter if he wants to fuck her or not?? If it had been Gwen, are we to assume he'd be like "she's just a girl in my class" and go home????

Of course, it being MJ gives Harry a reason to join in, but... eh. We don't need it. Lissen, no matter how many times Harry says he loves MJ, he only ever dated her to get back at Peter. The whole time he's dating her, he's just trying to impress his dad, and he's failing to connect with her on an emotional level. I can buy him caring for her as a friend, or even just, you know, a person he was previously involved with. But also she was a shitty friend. She tried to rebound with him after getting mad at Peter and then left instead of talking it out, making him think he was in the wrong before his memories kicked back in.

Oh, by the way, the memory loss thing was just pointless. It served no purpose. It was nice to see Harry happy for a time... but at the cost of a coherent plot? Harry discovers that Peter killed his dad -> decides to kill Peter -> memory loss -> Harry discovers that Peter killed his dad -> decides to hurt Peter -> gets beat up -> dies. Just cut out the middle man!! Remove the memory loss!!

Okay, finally for the rewrite:

I'm not gonna lay out everything that happens because the whole plotline of Peter's struggle with forgiving his uncle's killer and the whole symbiote warping his personality is gonna remain completely unchanged. That was good.

Move Harry's discovery of his father's Goblin tech to later in the movie. Most stuff can stay the same. We go from Peter going home with Aunt May's engagement ring straight to Flint Marko becoming Sandman.

No major changes until later, when MJ ditches dinner with Peter and decides to rebound with Harry. Harry's still got his memories, so he welcomes MJ's advances knowing it will hurt Peter. And yet... still... he recognizes a pattern. MJ came to him for support that she wasn't getting from Peter, but she didn't care about him at all. She never cared about him, she was always using him, even when they first began dating, even if she didn't know it at the time. It reminds him of what his father said about her. Cue him hallucinating his father, who goads him into taking revenge on Peter. He refuses at first and breaks the mirror, discovering all the Goblin tech. It is THEN that he decides to get all Goblined up.

Meanwhile, MJ comes to a realization about herself and decides OF HER OWN VOLITION to finally end it with Peter, telling him that she loves someone else when Peter just won't let it go. LET HER MAKE A GOOD DECISION FOR ONCE!!! This will be good for her. Peter is incapable of giving her the validation and support she needs, and she doesn't have the backbone to confront him about the cause of her discontentment, settling for bottling it all up and going to other men for attention instead. And, also, it's a recognizable pattern that Peter really only loves her because he's always wanted to save her. First from her abusive father and shitty boyfriend and then from supervillains and theatre critics. He needs to grow up past that. This is just best for everyone.

Peter is walking alone, sadly contemplating the engagement ring he meant to propose to MJ with (mirroring the scene earlier in the movie, but he's broken-hearted this time rather than hopeful), and Harry snatches him up (you can still have Peter almost losing the ring like in the movie, it's still a priority because he needs to return it to Aunt May). Harry's plan here was to break Peter's heart and kill him while he was still down, but Peter gets the upper hand and injures Harry. No memory loss, just the mutilation Harry suffers in the movie.

Then all the shit with Brock and then Peter humiliating MJ and realizing "oh ew this gunk on me is making me a bad person". All that. Brock and Marko team up and kidnap GWEN STACY, and, knowing that he can't take on both, Peter goes to Harry. He doesn't have MJ as a bargaining chip, but that shouldn't matter, an innocent person will die if Spiderman can't win this fight. Harry tells him to fuck off.

Harry watches the fight play out on the news, seeing Peter get his ass handed to him and unfortunately getting no satisfaction out of it. Bernard (his butler) confronts him and tells him about the night his father died and about the nature of his wounds, confirming that Norman Osborn indeed killed himself. This is the tipping point for Harry, and he leaves to help Peter.

And you know what? Without all the weird convoluted drama of Harry losing his memory and then regaining it, it's more clear that Harry's conflict parallels Peter's own. They both have to cope with misidentifying their father figures' killers and taking out their anger on innocent people. They both even had another parental figure be the one to confront their harmful coping mechanisms: Aunt May and Bernard. Also, Peter dealt with the ghost of Uncle Ben haunting him as a representation of his guilt in the second movie the same way Harry sees his dead father in this one.

I don't like Harry dying. Yes, it's canon to literally every iteration of Spiderman, but fuck canon, look what I'm already doing. And if you know anything about the Green Goblin, it's that he always comes back. Not necessarily through resurrection or anything, but if you kill the Green Goblin, there's always gonna be some asshole that finds his tech and becomes him. It's much more cost-efficient to reform the New Goblin and just have him there. We didn't have a 4th movie, it's not gonna screw things up too bad. I guess it would mess up the continuity of No Way Home (which I still haven't watched) but shhhhh. Let me have him. I really liked him as a kid. Yeah, I liked this single depiction of Harry Osborn as the New Goblin. I just thought his armour and hoverboard were really cool

So, Harry and Peter have reconciled and go to one of MJ's performances. And maybe we get Jay Jonah Jameson's reaction to the New Goblin and New Goblin getting a real name from the press because he's not really goblin-like, and Jameson certainly wouldn't be paying enough attention to recognize the Green Goblin tech. Is this sacrilege considering New Goblin/what's-his-name never appears in the comics? I do what I want, I'll make shit up.

I feel so pretentious rewriting a superhero movie, but I'm not like a middle-aged man angry about the new Star Wars, I'm just someone who thought this movie was really cool as a child... and thinks it really needs some work as an adult.

#spiderman #spiderman 3 #peter parker #harry osborn #mary jane watson #movie rewrite #god rest my soul whyyy have I done this #it needed to be done- i could write nothing else

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noperopesaredope · 2 years

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Tall Girl’s Premise Wasn’t Terrible, It’s Execution Was

(Posted this comment on a YouTube review of the movie, thought it would make an okay post, and decide to just post it on here, but with even more stuff)

Warning: Long post about how I think they should have written the Netflix Original Movie Tall Girl

Surprisingly, despite the fact that I hate this movie a ridiculous amount, its premise of a character feeling isolated and uncomfortable around other people because they're really tall actually helped me create a character that I'm really proud of. Then again, there's some other layers on top of that which add to it, but the whole being tall thing is a part of what makes then feel so alone.

Part of the idea was based on a guy in my high school who was REALLY tall (like, 6'8" probably), and even though a lot of people liked him (I mainly remember him being a basketball player), you could sometimes feel the awkwardness of being extremely tall in a sea of......not tall people. People immediately notice you, and some people have a tendency to stare (I'll be honest and say that I was, regretably, one of those people). A lot of people move out of the way too. Some people might even be secretly intimidated.

When you're really, really tall, and quite a bit taller than some of the other tall people in your school, your height tends to be the first thing people notice about you. I don't think many people would mess with someone that much taller than them, as said tall people are probably good at kicking things, but it would be interesting to see a character who comes across as unintentionally intimidating to people because they are. Just. That. Tall.

For my character, he is a 6'7" Black 16-year-old, and it is...interesting. He has a lot of insecurities in general, but one of the more subtle ones is his height. The comments thing can work, but it mainly works if it is unintentional. Every time he meets someone new, they first thing they say to him is almost always going to be something along the lines of "wow, you are really tall." And then they often start to act all uncomfortable and intimidated after a short bit, which in turn makes him feel self conscious, and it becomes a whole thing. He also kinda hates sports, but people are always asking him if he's a basketball player, and every single time, he has to say no, and then quite a few people have dragged the conversation on forever, asking him why he doesn't play basketball, will he ever play basketball, etc, etc.

AND THEN THERE'S TOXIC MASCULINITY! He, of course, is not the one with the toxic masculinity, but other guys around him feel intimidated by the fact that he is, in fact, very very tall. So they're kinda cold towards him, and he feels a bit lonely.

(Here’s the part where I actual talk about how they could have written about a tall girl)

Now, I just did a whole dump on a male character and his struggles. What about a tall girl (like, really tall)? Well, you could still have some material for this concept.

First off, again, being that kid who towers over literally everyone can be a bit uncomfortable, especially when you don’t fit all the conventional beauty standards. Like, some girls who are quite tall are considered attractive for it, but some girls who are very, very tall (like, at least 6′6″) can be slightly looked down upon (pardon the pun) because they don’t fit certain other beauty standards.

And you can still keep the other things like: being considered intimidating, being stared at, having people consistently comment on your height to a point that you get self conscious, having your value determined by whether or not you play sports and feeling like you’re disappointing people when you don’t, etc. etc.

You can even still keep the toxic masculinity and dating aspect to it. Some guys get insecure over someone else being taller than them, and a particularly toxic guy might feel like his masculinity is being threatened by a tall girl, so they avoid dating her. You can also explore other things with gender norms and stuff like that because that is a part of the struggle.

I actually think it’d be cool to focus on the idea of having social anxiety in a world where you are very noticeable and can’t really hide. Then every perceived “flaw” feels bigger than it actually is, and it feels like everyone is judging you for said flaws. Maybe our tall protagonist (I’ll just say Jodi for now) feels insecure about many things, but her height makes her feel even worse, like everyone is watching her. Sometimes, everyone is watching her, and she’s often in a state of discomfort. The story would explore all her other struggles and insecurities, with a focus on the idea of being Noticable.

It would be fun to see Jodi just be a very shy, polite girl who is trying👏 her👏 best👏 and is kinda a cinnamon roll. Maybe she’s into drawing and/or poetry but hates sports. Maybe she just likes listening to her friends ramble about their day and lives and interests as she sketches. Maybe she writes poems about how she feels and what she sees around her.

Maybe Dunkleman isn’t a creep in this version and just a supportive friend who has a cute crush on her and is trying to help her out. Maybe he finds one of her poems and gains an understanding of her. Maybe they actually have chemistry. Maybe Jodi and Stig realize they don’t really have much chemistry and decide to just be friends. Maybe Jodi’s best friend (whose name I can’t remember) gets with Stig like in the sequel because they actually end up having chemistry. Maybe there won’t be a bully and the real bully was society all along. Maybe this would just be a wholesome story about fluffy teen romance, social anxiety, and self love.

Maybe it would be animated. Maybe there would be scenes where Jodi’s size would be extremely exaggerated when we see her POV and her height is constantly changing. Maybe outside her single POV or when she’s feeling comfortable, we see her actual height in comparison to other characters, highlighting that her height is more of a personal insecurity.

Maybe this would be a good movie.

Maybe I should write this story.

#tall girl #netflix #netflix tall girl #bad movies #movie rewrite #rewrite #okay not an actual rewrite #but a concept for an alternate interpritation of the premise #teen movies #chick flick #teen romcom #netflix movie #story concept #story idea #movie idea #plot idea

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skylariumrose · 2 months

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Lights! Camera! Action! It’s Movie AU time!

Codywan AU Pt. 2

Feeling that spark

A treat for the Valentine week 🥰💖

We all love the unused Codywan knife scene from Kenobi – an idea cut down in its prime – so as many before me, I too took a crack at it.

Enjoy another snippet from my fic now titled, A Ven’alor of Mars!

@fizzironi I hope you enjoy as well 😉

Walking into his rooms, Obi-Wan only has a chance to close the door before he finds his arm caught and pressed against his back, the dangerous sensation of cold steel pressed to his neck giving him pause.

“If you move, you are dead.” Is hissed into his right ear, and he believes the prince.

“May I ask what is causing this reaction? Considering we are the ones that rescued you and yours?” Taking a deep swallow, trying to judge the leeway he would have against his opponent.

“Rescue does not involve capture.” Is bitten out, explaining nothing of the prince’s actions.

“No, I believe you are correct.”

Then suddenly stepping back into his space, dropping his head to the left, Obi-Wan falls that way, twisting to flip the regent over his shoulder and grabbing his knife-welding arm as he goes.

As quick as lightning, he straddles the fervent prince, squeezing his knees at his hips and grabbing hold of his wrists, exercising only a minimum of his new-found strength to stop him. He twists Kote’s right slightly to disarm him, the cooking knife falling to the floor with a faint clatter, and only grabs his left after the prince gets in a good left hook. Grimacing through the blooming pain, Obi-Wan holds Kote’s right hand above his head and his left fast to his exposed tattooed torso.

Breathing heavily with a fearsome sneer, eyes a golden honey frenzy, the prince tries to break free to no avail. But understanding flashes over his gaze as Obi-Wan applies a touch more pressure to hold him down.

Kote falls back, head turning to the left as his eyes immediately shift down, defeat his body language. And in the short amount of time he knew the prince, Obi-Wan knew this did not suit him at all.

“You are correct in saying that rescue does not beget capture, except you are not captured. So what do you mean your highness?”

A glare cuts to him with barely concealed disdain, straining once again against his body, but making no headway.

“I mean, that I know the trappings of this, and I will not be idle. I can’t be idle,” Kote tells him harshly, “My people need me. And not to sound arrogant, but perhaps the planet.”

The prince’s ragged breath fills the space as Obi-Wan holds Kote’s sharp gaze and finds himself intrigued, if not rallied in someway, to the nameless cause the prince has. There was nothing more noble than protecting one’s friends and family, doubly so for a sense of protectiveness for one’s people.

Taking in the prince again, Obi-Wan is still taken aback by the strength and forceful grace of the young man now beneath him. How he called attention and held it. How it called Obi-Wan’s attentions in a way it shouldn’t, though he couldn’t deflect his gaze from the curling geometric black tattoos that moved with every flexing muscles —

“Well,” Drawls Siri, her voice carrying in the domed room, “I didn’t think you even thought of playfulness.” Tone full of lascivious humor.

#my fic #star wars the clone wars #commander cody #obi wan kenobi #codywan #princess of mars #john carter #alternate universe #movie retelling #movie rewrite #Mars is Mandalore

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fairycosmos · 8 months

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every media would be infinitely improved by including a well written fat woman in it

#unfortunately this has never happened in all of cinema apart from the show my mad fat diary and thats it #plz rewrite the books the movies the songs the screenplays PUT A WELL WRITTEN FAT GIRL IN.

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lesbianshepard · 1 year

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me reading a post about non-existent fictional mobsters from a movie that has never existed

#goncharov #look my opinion on goncharov is that it's still funny #i still like the meme #i love the idea of posting your reactions to a film that does not exist #because the beauty is that it's SUCH a great film that all others pale in comparison #written by a man whose mother was italian and whose father was a license plate #i love the art!#i love the idea!#but some stuff is like #you have not seen a mafia movie have you #stop trying to bring it into our reality!!!#you are not going to be able to write the greatest mafia movie that has ever existed #WAIT YOU CAN EDIT TAGS NOW WITHOUT REWRITING #I JUST DRAGGED ONE AROUND AND I CAN EDIT IT????

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madeofstardust17 · 11 months

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I am convinced that if Dick watches The Greatest Showman it would break him.

He watches it with his brothers and he ends up laying face down on the couch. His brothers don't know if he's crying happy-tears, nostalgic-tears, normal emotional movie tears or I'm-having-flashbacks-tears.

It's a bit of everything if he's being honest.

Tim is freaking the fuck out, Jason is aggressively trying to get him to stop crying, Damian is just standing there with his brain bluescreening.

#he gets a kick out of Rewrite the stars #but the moment From Now On starts it's over for my guy #to be clear he did love the movie but now hes having too many Feelings #and as a member of the batfam he's not handling them well #batfam #dick grayson #jason todd #timothy drake #damian wayne #the greatest showman

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da-birb-writes-sometimes · 8 months

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How You Turn My World; Chapter 1

Your day started with chaos, and my dear, it looks like it will continue to be chaos. But only time will tell. The Underground holds many surprises in store for you.

Characters; Grim, Lilia Vanrouge, Deuce Spade, Ace Trappola

Content; Gender-neutral reader, cat shenanigans, building the plot

Content Warnings; Swearing, illusion to marijuana but there is none

Word Count; 4.6 K

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 |

Don't put my work into AI; I'll make sure you go to the Underground and don't return. Mwah mwah, kisses~

Ah, the joys of cat parenthood. Days spent cuddling your little bundle of furry joy. That’s what your friends preached. That having a feline roommate was easy and rewarding. That you would benefit by having a cute and fuzzy companion that didn’t demand much of anything. That you would love your little kitty friend like a child. Well, either your friends were liars with questionable senses of humour, or you drew the short stick when it came to choosing a furry companion. And there’s always the possibility of it being both, what with having Ace as a friend and all, but you just hoped it was just your shit luck and not that you had shit friends.

Seriously, though, what higher power did you manage to piss off to deserve the royal hobgoblin of a cat you have? He has shit and pissed in your plants on several occasions. Demolished every single curtain he laid eyes on like he had a personal vendetta against them. Stole your breakfast off your plate right as you were about to take a bite. Puked on your last pair of good white shoes, which still had stains on them because they wouldn’t come out. The cherry on top of it all though was that he insists on yowling and crying in the middle of the damn night for no good reason. Rudely awaking you from the dead of sleep because he demanded attention. With how loud he was, you were surprised that you hadn’t gotten a noise complaint from any of your neighbours… yet. But then again, you could hear the upstairs neighbours’ children screaming bloody murder every so often — what were their names, the Clovers? They were probably so used to it that they threw you a bone, or they didn’t want extra grey hairs from filing a complaint to the landlord. So maybe Grim wasn’t all that bad, but he was still a gremlin child.

“MROWWWWWW!!!!!” Ah, so tonight was no different then. Grim had decided that you needed to be woken up before even the birds started to sing, needed to be yanked out of the land of dreams. That whatever had caught the attention of his singular brain cell was more important than you recharging so you don’t accidentally say the wrong thing to your boss. Since last time you had slipped up and called him dad, even though no one in their right mind would leave him alone with a rutabaga unattended, and he went on a two-hour long monologue about how much of a kind and generous person he was for you to see him as a father figure. And your salary wasn’t high enough, nor would it ever be, to deal with his eccentric and maddening behaviour.

Maybe, just maybe, if you ignored him and stared at the ceiling long enough he would stop his caterwauling and go to sleep. “MROWWWW!!!!!” Apparently not.

Just one night, ONE NIGHT, of peace and quiet. PLEASE. But you knew that if you didn’t get up soon, he would get up on the bed and put his fluffy butt in your face… like he did last night and the night before that. Sighing, you begrudgingly got out of your cocoon of warm, fluffy, blankets, and hoped you would soon be back in them after dealing with Grim. Hopefully, he was just complaining about his food bowl not being as full as he would like it.

What was the time anyways? Three-thirty in the morning? Ugh, Grim! What did Ace say about it, ah, yes, “Primetime witching hour. Demons and all sorts of creepies” yada yada yada. But you didn’t pay any mind to him, as his annoying smug look would taunt you in your mind even though he was probably sound asleep, blissfully asleep. Something that you wanted to be doing, but woefully you were not.

Stepping out into the main living space, you shot the grey fuzzball the stink eye. “What the hell do you want? You absolute gremlin!” You hissed through gritted teeth, very much annoyed with your brat of a fur child and wanting nothing more than to crawl back to bed, hell, even the loveseat would suffice.

The offending feline just trilled at you in response, and his tail vibrated, happy that you had come out to see him. How is he so cute but so annoying? He rubbed against your legs before trotting off to one of his hidey holes, which also served as his nest of your stolen socks. He has a weird obsession with socks. But he popped back out, holding something in his mouth. Something small and fuzzy that didn’t look like any of his toys.

“Prowwww,” he dropped it at your feet as if saying that catching whatever it was, was the equivalent to paying his share of rent. Which, it was very much not.

You closed your eyes and pinched your brow. Please be one of his toys. PLEASE be one of his toys. You chanted to yourself in your mind and then opened your eyes. Unfortunately, it was not one of his toys. The small, fuzzy thing in question seemed to be a mouse or some other kind of rodent. It was too late (too early?) for this, and quite frankly you didn’t have the brain power to confirm whatever the hell it was. All you knew was that it looked like a mouse, therefore it was a mouse.

“Is this what you’ve been screaming about this whole time? A mouse,” you sighed. Shaking your head, you went to the bathroom, grabbing some paper towel so you could at least put it outside for something else to eat, or go back to nature in some other way. It was better than just being left to decompose in the communal garbage bin. When you came back out though, it was nowhere to be seen. Now, either Grim decided to eat it like a good kitty cat, or, with your luck, it was still alive and was now running amuck in your apartment.

Grim’s chattering was coming from the kitchen now, and he was up on top of the fridge. It was running amuck in your apartment, how lovely.

“Why, why, are you like this?! Get down from there!” You really didn’t have the energy for this.

Grim just blinked at you before his eyes dilated. He leapt down from his perch on the fridge and was pawing at a corner by the window. Looking down and you couldn’t make out anything on the floor. But you had the oh-so-brilliant idea to look up toward the ceiling. The ‘mouse’ was very much alive, and wasn’t a mouse at all, since it was flying around and banging itself against the corner.

“YOU CAUGHT A FUCKING BAT?!”

He had indeed caught a fucking bat. And bats were normally fine, when they were outside. Not when they’re flying around your apartment at three o’clock in the morning and your cat is losing his goddamn mind trying to catch it. So no, this was very much not fine.

The bat was about as pleased as you were with this whole situation and kept on flinging itself against the glass of the window, desperately trying to get back outside. How the hell did it get inside in the first place? That could be pondered on upon at a later time, as the first priority was getting it back outside.

“Don’t fly towards my head, bat. I’m just trying to get you back outside. You’re a nice bat, right? Nice bat, nice bat,” you whispered in a non-threatening tone. Could the flying mammal understand what you were saying? Mostly likely not. Hopefully it understood that you, unlike your cat, were trying to help and did not want some fresh bat as your late night snack tonight.

After what felt like forever fuddling with the window to open with a broom in hand, just in case the bat decided to dive bomb your head, you finally got the cursed thing open.

Grabbing Grim, who was still trying to catch the bat for a second time tonight, you got back to your bedroom and locked the door shut. You hoped that the bat would take the hint that it now had a path to freedom, but only time, and a bit of sleep, would tell. Slumping against the door frame, you sighed and looked over at Grim. He was playing with the door stop, the boing, boingg, boinggg sounds filling in the quiet. Whether it was to amuse himself, or to annoy you was a fifty-fifty bet.

Just as you were about to crawl back under the covers a string of anxiety connected in your head. Shit, did Grim get bit? DAMMIT GRIM! After leaving a somewhat desperate and tired call to your vet’s voicemail, alongside an apology for the late call (early call?), you peeked outside to see if the bat was still flying around. According to Google, the bat should be tested for rabies. You did not trust your no brain cell having fluff ball to know better than to get bit by a possibly rabid bat. But it was gone, so yet again, you were out of luck.

You had enough with today, even though it had just really begun. Pulling up the covers, you sighed in the dark warmth of your blanket cocoon. Grim was busying himself by trying to pounce on your feet, but you ignored him, falling back to sleep and hoping that the rest of your day wouldn’t bring any more shenanigans, migraines, or small flying mammals.

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By some miracle, you managed to get Grim to the vet the very same day. Your boss agreed to let you work from home because he is ever so kind and generous… It did help that one of the other higher-ups nearly nagged off his ear upon hearing about the condition of your cat. Even through the phone you could hear it, and could only imagine the spectacle it must have been. Oh well, you had the day off and that is what mattered… but you would be lying if you said that you didn’t cough out a laugh just imagining the scene on the other side of the phone.

You were relieved, Grim on the other hand was not having it. To be fair, you did trick him into his crate with some tuna. He made his disdain known to all though by crying the entire way there. You almost felt bad for him, almost being the key word.

“You have no one to blame for this but yourself, ya know.” You huffed at him, feeling your shit sleep all too well. “Crying about it won’t help you any.”

Grim let out a pathetic little mew. His little, bright, blue eyes being the only visible part of him, which peered out miserably from the crate. Caving to the kitty manipulation, you poked your finger in as a peace offering. Grim booped his nose to your finger and then proceeded to nibble on it; such a vicious beast.

The vet visit went as well as you could hope it could, as Grim only tried to maim the vet a few times. Hey, it was an improvement from last time, as he had actually peed on them. So yes, trying to maim was vastly better than seeing your figurative child pee on the doctor. You’re pretty sure your vet didn’t go through years of schooling and thousands of dollars into debt just to get peed on by your unruly cat. But Grim was won over by the offering of that cat gogurt, his nose and stomach betraying him. Note to self, stock up on some of that stuff.

The rest of the visit went on without a hitch; he had some blood drawn, got his booster shot for rabies, and even managed to squeeze in a bonus nail trim. There was no evidence of any bite or puncture marks, so Grim by some miracle, did indeed have enough brain cells not to get bit.

“Grim will have to be watched for about forty-five days,” the vet hummed, checking Grim’s chart. “Since you don’t have any other animals it shouldn’t be too difficult to keep him in quarantine. If you see any symptoms be sure to bring him back, just in case.” They gave you a tired smile, and then turned that smile towards their cantankerous patient. “And thank you for deciding not to pee on me this time, Grim. I’m not so bad, see?”

Grim swatted at them, which was his answer to the vet’s question. In Grim’s book, the vet was that bad.

Ignoring his attitude, as you would whenever you came across a screaming toddler and exhausted parent while doing your grocery run, you turned back to your vet. “Thank you, and sorry for Grim. If it makes you feel any better, he’s just as much as a gremlin child at home as well.” At least today went better than last time.

The vet chuckled goodheartedly, “Don’t worry about it, I have more unruly patients than little Grim here.”

Damn, they have seen some shit, haven’t they? … Maybe I should, I don’t know, bring them a gift basket next time I’m in? Or maybe a gift card for a spa day or something??? You should really get them something for the amount of dry cleaning they probably needed to do.

With the visit over, and Grim having a clear bill of health, you shoved him back into his carrier with zero decorum, closing the door as fast as possible before he could escape and try to hide behind the counter like he did last time. I know your tricks, cat. Speaking of bills, the one that was waiting for you at the front desk was enough for you to point an icy glare at your unruly ward.

“You’re lucky that I love you, asshole.” And much like the vet you too got a swat as your thank you. Wonder if this is what the Clovers feel about their children? At least their kids didn’t wake them up in the middle of the night with a bat they caught… You shook your head, moving past those thoughts, and hauled your wailing cat back home.

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By the time you got back to your place, it was just a little past noon. The rest of your day was wide open, and you didn’t really have anything else to do, since taking Grim to the vet was the most urgent of your tasks. Your place could benefit from some tidying, since your boss had recently been demanding more as of late and has been even less useful than he usually was… which was saying something. Seriously, how does he have his position? It was baffling. You swore you could hear his monologue playing on loop in your head whenever you thought of the man, which you tried to keep to a minimum for your own sanity… whatever little of it still remained that is.

Shaking your head to rid the annoying voice, you put on your favourite playlist and got to work. You took your time, putting away the dishes, vacuumed the main room, and even got rid of the dust on the high shelves. But your place was small, so it didn’t take very long for you to tidy up, and deep cleaning could wait for another day when you had enough energy to mentally and physically deal with that undertaking.

You knew that your email probably had a few messages, but it could wait. You weren’t on the clock and therefore didn’t have to check it. Only do the stuff you’re required to do when you get paid, it makes your downtime way more enjoyable.

But, you were bored. The cleaning helped with it, but with the majority of it done and the more intense stuff waiting for another day, you had nothing else to do. And while doom scrolling through social media may fill in the time, it too, was boring, predictable.

… There were two people though who were the exact opposite of boring and predictable. And yes, they did give you your fair share of migraines and questioning your life decisions more than you usually do, they were your best friends. And you were in need of having a movie night with them.

Opening up the group chat, you typed in a message.

| The Responsible One | You guys down for a movie night at my place tonight?

And almost immediately, Ace replied.

| Ginger, derogatory | depends | ya got fiid?

Deuce responded shortly after.

|The Responsible One | How does 6 sound?

| Mama’s Boi | 6 works for me

| The Responsible One | I took a screenshot of that btw love you Ace | Thanks Deuce for actually giving me an answer. | What FIID do you guys want?

| Ginger, derogatory | FUCK YOU | … but yeah 6 works 4 me | any is cool with me

| The Responsible One | Yes yes, fuck you too Ace | Bring your own snacks it is then | See you guys at 6!

That gave you about ninety minutes to hide your good snacks, since the last time, Ace had made himself too comfortable and ate all your fancy treats that you paid way too much for. But like they say, you deserve to ‘treat yoself’ … Ace still owed you for those snacks though. They were fucking expensive, prick.

…

Ninety minutes didn’t take very long, but you managed to hide some of the mess that you hadn’t tackled in your bedroom; it could stand to wait. And the first of your dork friends arrived right on time, count on Deuce trying to be punctual… even if he was panting like he had run a marathon to make it.

“You know,” you sighed, “you didn’t have to sprint here.” You grabbed a glass, filled it with some ice water, and handed it over to your flushed and heaving friend. Please don’t pass out on me. “It’s not a race.”

Deuce took the glass and downed it, still catching his breath. He lifted up the tote bag he was carrying, “Mom made brownies.” A series of coughs escaped him, but he gave you a bashful smile and showed off the multiple Tupperware containers filled to the brim with still warm chocolatey divineness. “Didn’t want them to get cold! Oh! She also made extra for you too!”

He is such a sweetheart… but he’s also pretty dense at times, still a sweetie though. You could have just warmed them back up in the microwave — yes, they weren’t the same as fresh from the oven, but still — you didn’t have the heart to tell Deuce that though. He looked so proud that he made it on time and that the brownies were still warm. What did you do to deserve Deuce as a friend?

“Also,” he fished around the tote bag, “I brought extra popcorn, since we ate all of yours last time.” And he pulled out an unopened bag of popcorn, the bashful smile turning bright.

Deuce took a step forward, but stopped and backpedalled, taking off his shoes. After he set them neatly by the door, he made his way to the kitchen, and set all of his assorted belongings on the meagre counter space. Once he unloaded the tasty cargo, he made his way over to your loveseat, which had seen better days, and sat down, getting comfortable.

He was looking at you, and there was a little crease in between his eyebrows. Deuce only wore that look when he was worried. “Are you feeling okay? You seem a bit… off.”

You gave him a tired smile, “Meh. Tired, stressed, not enough money. You know, the usual.” You noticed that his frown was only deepening, so you took a seat next to him and patted his shoulder. “Seriously, Deuce, I’m okay. Plus you got enough on your own plate without worrying about me. I’m going to be fine.”

Deuce pursed his lips, but let out a long sigh, accepting your answer without much fuss. You were capable of dealing with whatever it was, he knew that. You were one of the most capable, and stubborn, people that he knew. You would be fine in the end. “Whose turn is it to pick the movie this time?” He asked, stretching out, trying not to bump into you.

“Hmm, your turn actually,” you hummed. “But–”

Bzz! Bzzz! BZZZ! Someone was buzzing your door, repeatedly pushing at the button. Only one person you know did that. BZZZZZZZZ! And he wouldn’t let up until you answered the door.

Groaning, you got out of your spot and peaked through the peephole. On the other side was none other than Ace, who’s leg was bouncing and he kept on pushing your damn buzzer.

You only opened the door when he decided to lean on it, making him almost fall… almost. Maybe next time would be the day where you would see him eat dirt. “Happy you could join us on this lovely evening,” you drawl, doing a little bow.

Ace rolled his eyes at you, “Seriously? Feeling petty tonight I see.” He too took off his shoes, since the last time he wore them in and tracked in mud from outside, you made him clean it up. He learned his lesson that day, and really didn’t feel like cleaning your floor again.

You smiled at him, “Yeah, yeah I am~” You dropped the smile and went back to your comfy spot beside Deuce. “Also,” you turned around right as Ace was about to plunder your fridge. You glared at him, and he backed off, giving you a sheepish look. “Don’t even think about stealing my food, there’s popcorn and you have food at your home. Unless you want to start paying for my groceries, stick to what’s on the counter.”

Closing the fridge, Ace busied himself by making himself some popcorn, and sneaking a brownie or two in his mouth as he waited for the microwave to finish making his treat. While he was busy in the kitchen, you and Deuce were slowly going through the seemingly endless catalogue of movies.

“What are we even watching tonight? There’s no special occasion,” Ace mused, sitting on the counter, swinging his legs back and forth. “Action? Horror? Sci-fi? Perhaps,” he paused and made a kissy face, “romance?~”

You stared at him, until he dropped the kissy face. “Never do that again,” you deadpanned, turning back to the screen. “Found something?”

Deuce was hovering over a title, Labyrinth. “Can we watch this? Mom said it was one of her favourites when she was a kid.”

Ace plopped into the armchair, and started chowing down on his fresh popcorn. “Dude, your mom probs just had the hots for, uhhh, Jared? Or whatever his name is.”

You threw a pillow at him, but missed unfortunately, and Ace flipped you off. “First off, Ace, his name is Jareth not Jared. And yeah, we can watch it,” you said, stretching back and getting into prime comfortable blob position. Oh yeah, you weren’t getting back up.

Once Deuce got up and brought some snacks back in, you started the movie. And damn, these brownies are divine. You really needed to ask Ms. Spade for her recipe. The popcorn was decent, overall meh, but the brownies! THE BROWNIES!!!

You all settled down after being rationed your snacks, and you pressed play. Ace and Deuce both nearly choked on popcorn when Jareth appeared.

“WHY ARE HIS PANTS SO TIGHT?!” They both choked in unison.

You just rolled your eyes and ignored them, trying to focus on the movie. Other than you nearly having to do the Heimlich manoeuvre on the both of them, the movie continued without incident, until a certain gremlin decided to start crying right as Magic Dance began playing. Seriously Grim, must you choose the most inopportune time to act like Toby does in the movie? But that’s life with a cat.

You paused the movie and looked at Deuce. You were in prime comfortable blob mode, you weren’t getting up. Deuce patted you on the shoulder and went to go see what on Earth Grim was screaming about. Ace just continued to scarf back brownies, thank goodness you hid some away before he got here, or else you wouldn’t have any come tomorrow.

But Deuce came running back out of your room, since that was where Grim was. And you were about to question why he looked like he’d just seen a ghost when something blurred right past him; something small, fuzzy, and flying.

The damn bat is back?! Yeah, you definitely felt like you were cursed.

Now, you could either get up and deal with the bat, since Deuce was just trying to shoo it outside the window with a mop and Ace was screaming much like Grim was, or you could stay warm and comfy and hide under the blanket, pretending that this wasn’t your waking reality…

Option B was really tempting right now, to be honest. Sighing, you got up, massaged your temples to collect yourself, before arming yourself with a broom yet again. Grim has his rabies vaccine, you don’t, so you weren’t taking any chances.

“WHY IS THERE A BAT IN YOUR APARTMENT?!” Ace hissed, ducking as the bat swooped near him.

You opened the window right open, almost threatening to take it off its bearings, “Because the universe hates me, that’s why!” Was it dramatic? Yes. Did it contain a seed of truth? Yes. So that’s what you went with. Was it really an exaggeration though? In the past twenty-four hours it really felt like the universe was sending you a personal ‘Fuck You ♡ ' letter with a kiss mark on the envelope.

You and Deuce tried to work together as a team to coax the bat outside. Come on, the window is wide open. Come on bat, get your fuzzy ass out of my place.

All that was happening though, was some scene that belonged in a Three Stooges act. With Ace and Grim screeching — yes they counted as one collective unit — Deuce trying his best, but not getting anywhere, and you feeling like you were about to explode from the stress and noise. Even on an impromptu day off, you didn’t get a break, not really.

Getting whisked away by the Goblin King is looking real appealing right now. The bat swooped down close to you, and your instincts kicked in and you swung at it, making it crash land into your coffee table, right into the popcorn. And alongside the popcorn getting spilled everywhere, there was also a poof of green sparkles.

When the green sparkles subsided, there was a strange person with long black hair and red streaks, wearing something that looked straight out of a Ren Faire, and he was standing on your table. The strange man looked straight at you, and you looked back, blinking fast. Did Ms. Spade give us a different kind of brownie? Or is this actually happening?

He snapped his fingers, and you watched as he slowly disappeared into another poof of green sparkles. You were backing up, since hey there was a stranger in your place out of nowhere, but thanks to your shit luck, you tripped over your own feet, tumbling into them. And as the green poof subsided, both you, and the stranger, were nowhere to be seen. Leaving a very confused Ace, Deuce, and Grim to wonder what the hell happened to you.

And honestly? You were thinking the same. Where the FUCK am I?!

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Tags; @busycloudy, @eynnwwyjth, @identity-theft-101, @ithseem, @krenenbaker, @ryker-writes, @twistwonderlanddevotee, @xxoomiii

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Author's Note; And I'm finally showing this to the world, after months of collecting dust in my Google Docs. I have no idea how long this fic will go on for, and the length may be dictated by how much feedback and interaction this gets, so yeah. General rating for this is Teen but might change in the future; I won't tag people if that happens though, cuz, yeah.

If you enjoyed this story, and want to read more of my stuff while I slowly work on more installments to this fic, check out my masterlist! Please ignore any spelling mistakes, I write and die with no beta.

#twst #twst x gn reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland x gn reader #twst grim #lilia vanrouge #deuce spade #ace trappola #there will be more x reader stuff in future chapters #soooo #lilia vanrouge x reader #lilia vanrouge x gn reader #loosely inspired off of labyrinth and some other fae media; but very loosely #majority of this should be original with some tie ins from the movie #i wrote like 9 K in may for this idea and haven't touched it since; it took me like a week to rewrite this 4.6 K and i deleted some stuff #don't be precious; delete your art (from drawfee)#the length of this may be dictated from how much traction and interaction it gets #gilf enjoyers rejoice #twst labyrinth au #<- kinda but not really; we shall see #to clarrify; there is nothing in the brownies; the brownies are just run of the mill brownies #will be making a masterlist for this series; just so i don't break diasomnia's sooner than the others #there's also going to be a break in fic updates in october; but more on that later #btw everything grim did; my cats have done; the 'bat' was a mouse though and not lilia vanrouge from twisted wonderland #also labyrinth gave me nightmares as a child cuz i was terrified of puppets; and i had the same reaction as adeuce at his pants #first time posting a multi-chapter fic; let's see how this goes

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