#plot swap

[angelicwitch101]

So I just had this weird idea...

Fosters home but the plot is kid cosmic

"Tcch, you actually have guts.. not bad.."

Inspired by this scene

[scarletgemstone]

what if meme

what if gravity falls and amphibia swap plots

[randomkposts]

I know for the most part the SMT games are set in diffrent universes.

Save for SMT 1- Persona- and Devil summoners, which are all connected by If. Which makes for an absoloutly wild history.

Still, do you ever think about what would happen if the universes were plotswapped?

Say Cains (Devil Survivor) plans are absoloutly irreversibly destroyed because the Amaricans messed up and angered HIM badly enough that the Atma virus was unleased? Now everyone is turning into demons, and canibalism is going on, and the plans are throughly ruined as an originally key player was eaten.

Or Algon Soft make a bargin with Nyarlathotep instead of, or as well as harvesting souls for Manitou. Lets see what the Crawling Chaos does with digital settings, if he can already make rumors come to reality, what horrors will he unleash with the internet.

Adding persona 3's Shadows into any game that has demons running about just makes the whole thing suck more. By day there are Demon battles, and by night there are shadow battles. Although that could make for some intresting party ballance, having both a day shift for fighting Demons, and the characters you didn't use in the day having a night shift to battle the Shadows

[destieeeeel]

Musinktober day 6 - "it changed the meaning, did you intend this?" @maga-pijamas ;)

[dragontamer05]

Okay Gozburo is definitly Rex Godwin-

like how Rex acted as a sort of father figure to Jack - Gozoburo is (sort of) one to Seto.

Seto like Jack coming from a bad place and quickly rising to the top (of course only doing it to try and get Mokuba out of having to basically live in the garbage.

Aknadin would be Gozoburo’s brother I guess (so Roman Godwin)

Mai would be from the Tops (like Aki)

Joey would basically be Crow- living as a Commons, taking care of his lil sis(and probably other kiddies).

Yug is also Commons

[randomkposts]

This is an older convo from Eclipse and I

I'm going through some old google docs, and felt it would work to post here. Enjoy

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Plot swap

K:"You know Eclipse, I've seen a fair amount of Harry ( or hp character) as an Archoblanco, or Harry goes to Italy, or reincarnation, or Harry interacts with the Mafia in some way, plots, but has there ever been a straight up mostly plot swap?"

Like, Lilly and Petunia had a mother who married out of the Vologa family, and being normal was a trait Petunia got from her mother, who wanted to be excessively normal to blend in and not get noticed as ex Mafia. Unfortunately, it comes to an end, when one of her grandchildren activates as a sky (and her cousins children all end up dead, and in need of a new leader)

So Reborn is sent to train Harry (and Dudley) Into a Boss, and subordinate. 

Reborn is displeased at the living conditions, and makes his displeasure known to the entirety of England. 

Not sure if they would have magic or not, in this one. Could be interesting to do, either way. 

Meanwhile, back in Japan, Tsuna wasn't sealed, but is on the autism spectrum, and going to Mahoutokoro, where his quiet study of magic is interrupted when meets half Italian, half Japanese Gokudera Hayato, a genius musician who loves to investigate, and drags him, and an increasingly growing group of friends to study magical beasts, rumors, and accidently gets them captured by an infamous group of white robes. 

Maybe in this one, Hayato was orphaned by this alternative white robe Voldemort, and Tsuna has to learn to fight to protect himself and his friends, while also surviving quidditch, and his schoolwork.

E: "Who would have the flame??

I WANTS THIS AU SO BADLY NOW

Hayato still being into science or space would also be greatly appreciated too!!"

K: "I can't see Dudley as a sky, but someone could probably spin it. 

I cant see him as much of a leader either...

What do you think Dudley would be?

Tsuna gets used to sleeping on the roof, from the many times Hayato brings them onto it to use the telescopes.

Hayato with his chemistry and biology books, trying to find out, exactly how potions work, so he can modify them!

The science of cooking!

He drags them to study magical animals in place of UMA's. Or hoping for some. 

E: ,While some may see Dudley as a cloud, by the stereotype of violence that seems to follow it. I don't think he would fit that at all

SCIENCE OF COOKING , SCIENCE AND MAGIC!

Tsuna can at this point name all constellations because of Hayato."

K: "In his sleep

No. Cloud is probably one of the last things I can see from Dudley."

E: " IN HIS SLEEP YOU CAN HEAR CONSTELLATIONS AND IN THE ARGUMENT OF PLUTO BEING A PLANET

Certainly. So am looking over the main characteristics so am feeling strongly towards storm or rain.

"To wash away is the requim of rain" not all of it but rings due to Dudley change in the 5th book

He seems calmer then, not all good but more calm."

K: Hmm, the expectations would probably be storm, so maybe I want to try rain to flip expectations a bit. 

"Maybe, someday Dudley Dursley will make someone a good rain." Reborn reflects "but right now, he is just a mess"

Alternatively, they are both Skies, and messes, and different kinds of messes, nither of which Reborn feels is suited towards leading the Mafia. Let alone together. 

Harry is an Electric sky, Dudley is a Rainy sky. Both are a mess he is not being paid enough to deal with.

Takeshi is the one who got Tsuna invested in Quidditch. It's not his fixation, although Tsuna likes flying, and wants to do something with it

Hibari, wears a gold robe, and values the rules of the school, and wants to bite this version of Voldemort to death with Tonfa's. 

E: "Hibari is gonna straight up murder Voldernort for even THINKING of bring the battle to the school.

Ohhh a good mic then for the skies!!!!

Harry and Dudley both hot messes! "

K: "So where is Xanxus in this? 

Vologa story ark? 

Because Dudley and Harry both have enough to sort out (particularly if they Sky battle each other) without adding angry competition (unless its to team up to win)

But I am also not quite sure what he would be doing in the wizard arc... 

Maybe a hit has been placed on Japanese white robe voldemort, and the Varia got hired. 

Xanxus in this verse, made his way into the Mafia, by joining the Varia, and eventually ended up leading it, after 14 year old Squalo decided "This! This is who I am going to have lead the assassins. And me! This angry street punk! Is my sky!" Wait, that's practicality cannon. 

Oh My god mon ami. Canon or AU, the Volga legacy is lead by disaster sky messes, and their equally disaster guardians!"

E:" Both Au and canon are ruled by disaster skies it is confirmed!!"

K: " Wait, one more thing. 

In this version Lavinia was a mistress, but when she was pregnant,  married a japanese man, moved there, and was killed by alternate version white robe voldemort. 

The Husbands brother raised him out of respect for what he thinks is his brothers son. Hayato takes piano, in memory of his mother. 

His world is upset by Bianchi, who wants to meet her half brother, by her revolation, which may mean, he may not have actually been raised by his uncle, and his mother may have cheated on her husband, and he is just all upset by this, ok!

In this world, there were no "artistic poison piano recitals", but not all on the family front is smooth for him.

Takeshi's parents were both hitmen. His father put away the blade to be a parent. His mother, had a harder time with that.

Or maybe Takeshi's mother was a witch, and Takeshi also has a debt of revenge to pay to White Robe Voldemort. 

I'm not sure what to do with Ismetsu. 

He might be dead, because sometimes the odds jut roll wrong, and he kept his family on the DL enough, that almost nobody knew he was married, to the point that nobody thought of his civilian wife (who hadn't gotten to inform him she was pregnant). 

Or maybe, when Tsuna got scared, what he called up wasn't flames, but magic. And Nana erased the memory from "Trimeto", and a lot of long conversations were had.

Or maybe it was public, and a mass wiping happened.

Also, what the heck should I do with Harry and Dudley, as an environment. 

The Dursley family, for all they look normal, have issues. 

So another environment for Reborn to train them in, would be needed. 

Dudley, to get away from his family, and in a place he can grow into a better person. 

Harry, a less abusive environment, where he can heal, and excel, without threat of Dudley sabotage. 

But what the heck do I do with them, send them to Mafia school?"

E:"Hayato life is never easy will it be? But an interesting background!!!

Maybe mass wiping of memory would also allude to peoples bizarre dislike of Tsuna"

K:" Thanks. His Uncle did not really know his brother's wife well, or the circumstances, but is trying to do right by his brother.

Hmm, that has possibilities."

E: "Mental magic can go bad sometime regardless of how skilled you are. More so if it was done with a mass wiping. 

Or the memory they lost got tied with emotions, we may forget but our bodies remember feelings invoked by certain things, Tsuna ended up evoking those feelings of anger or some

He's a good brother!!

Well for the time being they can be sent away to another Vongola territory

Consider Mafia Land too

Vongola and other allied all have rights to it, a training ground too and it travels!!!"

K:" Mafia land does hold some good opportunities. 

And people to train."

E:" Exactly! Also funnily enough in order to enter you gotta be able to prove your good at bribing" 

K: "Now what are some possibilities for white robe Voldemort's background... And maybe name. 

"If nothing else, starting at age seven, and the robes would make things very different for Voldemort"

[randomkposts]

Sometimes, I like to try to envision how a plot swap could come about.

Of course, a plot is made of a million little choices, many of which can send the characters off to go become people their canon self would not recognise. But I tend to write fanwork, and genrally speaking the mark of a good fanwork is that other people still reconise the character portrayed within their new circumstances.

Of course there are people who don't mind otherwise, with a compelling enough story to convince them to go with it.

But now I'm dancing around topics. Not an unusual state for me, but posts are meant to get to a point. Eventually.

Picture Alm raised in the church, and Celica as Mycens grandaughter. This is a crack premise of course, but opens intresting questions.

How could that happen? Perhaps, the person who discovers the brand on Alm has to instead be a follower of Desaix or something.

And the logical response to that of course is to send Alm to the last place anyone would look for him. The illogical answer is where they picked.

The nature of the thought exercise is to think think about how their personalities would be shaped and changed by this decision.

Will a Celica who never went to a priory be more inclined to fighting. How would hiding his identidy change Alm's personality? Whst would be the long term butterfly effects of this?

Of course, what I'm actually thinking about is how Ram village would handle it. And the potential funny of Ram village collectively gaslighting anyone who gets nosey that Mycan has always had a granddaughter. Grandson who told you that? And gifting Cecilia all manor of styled gloves.

They talk about by not talking about it. Not after what happened to Alm.

[riverkaze]

Day 8: Dreamworks plot swap. PART 1

Loosly based on MegaMind

Character swaps: Renames in brackets ( ) Keith: MegaMind (Marmora) / Bernard: Human Keith (Keith) Pidge: Minion (Pidge) Lance: Roxanne Richie, Reporter (Lance) Hunk: Camera man (Hunk) Lotor: Hal/Tighten (Lotor/unsure of hero name at the moment) Allura: MetroMan (Altea) Shiro: Head of Channel 8 News, Lance's boss

 ~~~

It was Altea day and Lance was slightly nervous. Channel 8 News were finally letting him write his own opening. He had been bugging them about it for months on end and yesterday they had finally relented. He looked over at Hunk as he set up the camera, he was lucky Shiro, his boss, had listened to him when he’d said Lotor made him uncomfortable. Now he got to work with his best friend and write his own stuff and he was ecstatic.

 He took a deep breath and motioned to Hunk in silent question if everything was ready and Hunk nodded. Lance let out his breath slowly before plastering on his news anchor smile and starting his speech.

 “Happy Altea day, Metro city. It’s a beautiful day in beautiful downtown, where we’re here to honour a beautiful woman … Altea…”

 Lance realised, afterward, that he should not be allowed to write his own stuff.

 “Man, that was…” Hunk began as he moved to put the camera down.

 “Don’t even say it,” Lance said as he scrubbed a hand down his face. He knew just how bad it had been. Was it even possible to say beautiful more than he had in that one sentence. Fuck!

 “I mean, you could have asked for my help, you know, with coming up with material and such…” Hunk continued to babble as he moved back to the van.

 Lance turned to see the Altea museum and wondered what it was like in there. The doors were only open to everyone tomorrow, including News channels and Journalist. It was a weird thing to do but Lance didn’t really question it.

 He hadn’t even realised the sound of a car pulling up beside him, the crowd being too loud, until he went to turn back to Hunk and got sprayed in the face with some sort of liquid instead. He didn’t even feel it as he collapsed, his world going dark in a second.

 ~~~

 Keith finally felt like himself again, back in his Marmora clothes. His native Galran ears were the only thing visible passed his mask. He made sure that everything was set up properly while Pidge had been grabbing their hostage. Now she was on her way back, he could hear her grumbling over the comms about having to get the news anchor without her pets. It wasn’t his fault, she’s the one that forgot to bring the Rovers, so he didn’t know why she’d be grumbling at him. Maybe she just needed to work on her body’s muscles, instead of only her brain. Not that Keith was game enough to tell her that.

 Keith sighed, he really hoped it worked this time. Sure, Pidge was the brains of the operation but Keith was the face, the brawn, the one that always seemed to get his arse handed to him. He had almost been hoping that Pidge would leave him in the prison this time but she was determined and pretty much forced him from the prison. He would never admit it to her but he did love the smell of fresh air and being out of the horrid prison clothes that pulled at his fur.

 Maybe he could talk Pidge into doing less battles, though he did kind of like the fighting. Okay, maybe less elaborate battles then. He heard the car pulling up and moved to stand up from his chair. He’d never admit this either, but he kind of liked the vibrant news anchor they always took. It was too bad that the guy was in a relationship with Altea.

 He scoffed at his thoughts as he moved over to Pidge. She gave him a raised brow before motioning with her hand to the other car door. Keith stood and stared her down for a total of two seconds before he caved and went to the other door to grab Lance. He carefully pulled him from the car and walked over to the lone chair that sat in the centre of the room. He tired a rope quickly around him and pulled back to admire his work, or that’s what he told himself.

 Pidge’s pointed cough brought him out of his appreciative stare, he flushed under his mask, extra thankful that he had put it on before she had arrived, and turned to Pidge. She was pointing at his chair and he let out another sigh as he moved to sit back down.

 “Try to look somewhat like a villain, would you,” Pidge said as she checked calculations and whatever else it was that she did, Keith never really had any idea of what she actually did.

 Keith rolled his head as a sign that he was rolling his eyes at Pidge and she scoffed in return. He wasn’t too much of a talker but he and Pidge had a whole system for when Keith had his mask on and didn’t speak, which was often. It was one of the reason they worked so well together. Keith looked back over to Lance, he was still out for the count but Keith knew it would only be a few more second before the knock out spray would wear off. Keith got into a comfortable position, one he thought was probably imposing, and started to count the seconds out of boredom.

 ~~~

 Lance woke with an ache in his neck, he could pretty much guess what was happening. God, he was such a damsel in distress. Or well, he wasn’t really a damsel and he wasn’t all that distressed either, so really he was just a guy in a situation. He groaned as he rolled his stiff neck, lifting his head up to and coming face to face with Marmora. He wasn’t surprised, the guy had been capturing him for about a year now.

 It had started when he’d pulled Lance off the road and into his car. It had happened so quickly it had made Lance’s head spin. Marmora had had his mask on at the time but he had seemed to freeze once in the car. It didn’t seem like he’d meant to pull Lance off the road but he had and Altea had noticed. It had been a quick and simple rescue and Lance had been flustered, his head was spinning still and he had just met the infamous Marmora and Altea. Some journalist had happened to be nearby and had caught the moment Altea had pulled Lance to herself. That was all the news outlets had needed, apparently, for everyone to think he was dating a hero, a hero he didn’t even know might he add.

 To be frank, he knew more about Marmora than he did of Altea and he wasn’t quite sure how he felt about that.  Marmora hadn’t ever been seen without his mask on, which intrigued Lance. So he had always been curious about what Marmora looked like underneath. He really needed to stop thinking about that though.<em>I’m in a situation,</em>Lance tried to reason with himself,<em>get your head out of the clouds, Lance.</em>

 “So, what’s your plan this time,” Lance asked raising an eyebrow and putting on his most charming smile, “what kind of diabolical plots do you have this time?”

 Marmora stood up and stalked over to Lance, he felt slightly embarrassed by the flush that creeped onto his cheeks. Marmora stopped within arms-reach of him and looked down at him in silence.

 “What? Cat got your tongue?” Lance said with a chuckle and deliberately looked at Marmora’s ears. He wondered briefly how they felt? Were they soft? Did he liked having his ears scratched? Oh, god, would he purr? He was brought out of his pondering by the growl coming from Marmora’s chest and Lance just laughed louder. “Aw, did I get the little kitty angry?” Lance said, pouting his lips and talking to him like he was a kitten. “Is the big bad kitty going to get mad?”

 Marmora leaned forward toward Lance, grabbing the back of the chair with one hand. It made Lance’s breath catch in his throat. Marmora moved to purposely bring his other hand between them, examining his clawed fingers right under Lance’s nose. He pointed a clawed finger toward Lance and used it to trace a pattern around where Lance’s heart was, he used enough pressure to rip the top layer of fabric before he picked up the left over fabric and walked back to his chair.

 Lance looked down at his now useless shirt, a stupid heart shaped hole just off to the left. He chose to ignore his rapidly beating heart, and blushing face. Why did bad boys just have to be Lance’s type?

 A beeping came from behind Marmora and he turned to look at the large monitors, “Your girlfriend seems to have finally noticed.” Marmora spoke quietly as he accepted the communication.

 “Marmora.” Altea spat, the venom and hate in her voice was evident and Lance wondered what Altea as a villain would be like. The city would be doomed that’s what, the thought caused a shiver to run down Lance’s back.

 “Altea,” Marmora said in a dead tone.

 ~~~

 What happened next had Lance in a daze, he didn’t quite remember much after mocking Marmora and calling to Altea for help like the good little damsel they wanted him to play. And play it he did. But after watching as Altea got caught in the typical trap, Lance thought that she’d be able to get out easily. What he hadn’t been expecting was for her to be powerless. Powerless against copper no less, it just didn’t seem right to him, but how was he meant to question it properly when the evidence was plain to see. He just couldn’t seem to wrap his head around the idea that she was now gone, that Marmora had won, that the city was pretty much doomed.

 He lay in his bed, he wasn’t even sure on how he got home but apparently he was. He felt as if his brain had been moving slowly through molasses since yesterday. He couldn’t even remember if he had slept that night, all his thoughts just didn’t seem to moving. He turned to his alarm clock, it was blinking at him and as he concentrated on it he could hear the usual thrilling the thing let out to wake him up. 6:42 displayed on the clock.<em> It must have gone off and set itself to snooze when I didn’t turn it off</em>, Lance thought as he moved slowly over to the stupid thing.

 He still needed to work. He knew that Shiro would probably let him off for today considering he had been right there when it happened. But lance needed the distraction of work, of thinking about what had happened as if it hadn’t occurred right in front of him, he would just be relaying news that everyone already knew anyway.

 Today was going to be hell, he knew that and he wanted it over with as soon as possible. He started to get ready for work and was out the door by 7:15, even if he was having a brain dead day he wasn’t about to be someone that comes to work late.

 ~~~

 Keith, and Pidge, had had control of the city for the last week. Keith wasn’t sure if he was happy about that or not anymore. He had defeated Altea, finally, and he had everything he had ever thought he wanted but he couldn’t figure out why he didn’t feel like he did. It was making him angry, feelings were complicated and made no sense.

 He needed some air and maybe to go for a walk. He proceeded to go look for Pidge, he knew that the girl would be around here somewhere. Probably making some kind of diabolical device of mass destruction, she really loved making those. He walked down the silent corridors, thinking of what could help clear his mind when he finally spotted Pidge, blowing up a statue of some guy.

 <em>That’s it</em>, Keith thought excitedly,<em> I’ll blow up the statue of Altea</em>. Blowing up stuff always made him feel better. He walked up to Pidge and grabbed her shoulder to get her attention. She only turned and glared at him before going back to what she had been doing prior, trying, no doubt, to ignore his presents.

 “Pidge,” Keith shook her to get her attention, “I need dynamite, C4, or some other kind of explosive device.”

 Pidge looked up at him with a smirk on her face, “What are we blowing up?”

 “<em>I</em>,” Keith emphasised, “am going to blow up the statue of Altea.”

 Pidge pouted at that but still handed him the switch, “I’ll get the Rovers to set the stuff up for you. Press the button, you’ll have 30 seconds to get out of the way.” She turned to get back to her task but looked back when a thought occurred to her. “And I mean <em>out</em> of the way, Keith.”

 Keith rolled his eyes as he took the switch, “That was one time, Pidge.” He was just about out the door as Pidge called him back.

 “Here,” She had some sort of watch in her hand and he took it gingerly. He looked at it silently for a minute before Pidge sighed and turned to face him. “It’s so you can walk around looking normal. Or well, human.”

 Keith stared at her wide-eyed then looked back at the watch. He had said absentmindedly that he would like to be able to look like everyone else. Even for Altea it was only her slightly pointed ears made her look different and Keith was a little jealous of that. Whereas Keith was an ‘obvious purple fluff ball’, as Pidge liked to call his Galran looks, and it always made him feel a bit lonely, being the only Galran on Earth.

 “You, actually did it?” Keith asked, he hadn’t wanted to get his hopes up but they already were, it seemed.

 “Yeah, like months ago,” Pidge said with a shrug. Keith glared at her for not telling him sooner but then again he was really happy to finally be able to look like everyone else. Not that he’d tell her that, the little shit. “What? I forgot!”

 Keith wrapped the watch around his wrist and stared down at it. it looked like a normal black watch and it seemed to actually have a working clock face which was kind of handy. He turned his eyes back to Pidge but instead of explaining she just turned the watch face as Keith observed. There was a small flash and when his eyes adjusted he saw pale human skin in place of his usual purple fur.

 He ran his hands over the skin and was surprised to find that it actually did feel like skin. His mouth was gapping as he looked at Pidge but she was already trying to push him out of the room. He planted himself where he stood so his brain could caught up. “How?”

 “Complicated science that would go over your head so there is no point in telling you,” Pidge grunted as she continued at her attempts to push Keith from the room, “god, I gave you the watch. Now leave so I can get back to my work!”

 “Fine,” he said with a sigh as he made for the door a second time. he said a quick ‘Thanks’ before shutting the door behind himself. Now he could go and destroy that stupid statue and no one would be the wiser of who he was.