#plottage

[la-nev]

Déa et Rad, que je shippe. 

Voilà adioss.

[prideflagcontest]

Which flag is prettier?

plottage

inter-system

Voting ended onOct 4, 2024

[simiansmoke]

//I'm gonna need a 1000 page scroll just to record what the heck is going on w/Dread right now. :'I

Voice of reason: he's dead at the end of ur verse right- Me:

[oberint-dum-metuant]

Remember Me

“Remember Me” - I’ll write a drabble about my character trying to get yours to remember them [be it from an accident, meeting them after years apart, feel free to specify.] 

This was never a position he had wanted to find himself in - face to face once more with Gwenog Jones. There was too much confusion, too much hurt, and too much anger between them for either of them to leave without scars. Even seeing her after all these years was like a punch straight to the stomach. She was still every bit as beautiful as he remembered. “Gwen.” His voice caught in his throat, low as though he feared someone would overhear. But it was just them, just the odd pair standing under the bright street light. “I’m sorry. Who are you?” She asked, her face showing the confusion that she so obviously felt. The girl woman even cautiously smiled at him as though he were truly a stranger she had run into on the street. Another sucker punch to the gut. Her truly not knowing who he was hurt more than anything he could have dreamed up. “Gwen. It’s - it’s me, Amycus. Amy.” His lip twitched slightly in disgust at the old nickname she had constantly used to irk him when they were students. How the time had flown. He could see the look on her face clear in his mind, a flashback of years gone by.No one had none their secret. No one had known about his dirty little secret. They’d been lovers. He, Amycus Carrow, had actually bedded half-blood Quidditch star. Several times…and it had been bloody fantastic. He even, Dark Lord help him, had feelings for her. The thought still made his insides churn. She’d made him weak, took away his attention from more important matters. Things had to end or he’d have gone mad. Sixteen was far too young to settle down anyhow, too young for his loyalties to be tested in such a manner. Still - how could she forget him?! She held a grudge like no other. “From Hogwarts, Gwen. Remember potions in fourth year? We - we got assigned to be bloody partners and thought we would kill each other.” It hurt to remember. Amycus had worked so hard to block the memories from his mind, done everything but pulled them out of himself. “And then that night by the big tree. We skinny dipped in the Black Lake and then…” he didn’t want to say it, and instead inhaled deeply and scratched the back of his head. “We were so drunk. Too much firewhiskey.” A nervous chuckle escaped - it really had been such a good night.He thought he saw something moving in her eyes behind the confusion. Maybe he was reaching her, beyond whatever had gotten her into such a state. “Don’t you remember, Jones? How often we’d sneak off into empty classrooms and snog. Or - or sometimes we’d even just talk.” The memories were killing him in a way no curse could. “Over the holidays we wrote letters to one another. Secret letters. Remember, Jones. Remember me.” The hurt could now be seen in his eyes, the magnitude of how desperate he clearly was and how deep his emotions truly ran beneath his facade. Even anger would have been preferrable to this.“Gwen. Please.”

[valoisfulcanelli]

Last night I could not get to sleep because I had one of those awesome ideas for a plot point in The Madness of Mr Goth. You know the kind of idea: a huge dramatic moment in the story, and you live it out in your head in infinitesimal detail; so much so that it keeps you awake. That was me until about 2am, at which point I gave up trying to sleep, sat up, grabbed a notebook and pen, and scribbled down a quick summary of the whole thing.

And then I conked out until the alarm went off.

So, good people, you can look forward to WHACKING GREAT DRAMAZ in the future of the story ;)

(And yes, Those Who Like To Be Spoiled--you know who you are!--can message me to find out what it was, if they so desire :p)

[lady-of-the-staying-power-blog]

Like! If you want a starter :)

[makoheadrush]

More ideas for my Sephy-fic, gleaned from watching Superman this evening.  I just have to stay awake long enough to jot things down.

From about 7:57 on, is the gauntlet scene, which was deleted.  I really like this scene, actually.  It's Lex Luthor's little trial by fire (and bullets, and ice) that Superman of course passes through just fine.

Started thinking that Hojo might have a similar chamber of horrors to test Sephiroth's resistance, while he could observe from closed circuit TV, and take notes.  I generally lean toward a "Vincent is Sephiroth's real father" headcanon, but we'll see.

Also thinking about doing something with portals, I don't know.  I know, the time travel thing with Sephiroth has been done a lot; going back in time to prevent Nibelheim burning, going forward in time/flash forward, or even alternate timelines.  I'm kind of starting this thing in CC era, but am thinking it'd be major feels if Seph finds out that someday Cloud gets geostigma....and that it's indirectly Seph's fault.  Though not really, but he'd blame himself, likely - if he's sane, that is.  Anyway, it'd be a huge time skip so perhaps not feasible, but sometimes things work themselves out.

Sadly it's 9:00 and I'm exhausted already, so I guess there won't be any writing or plotting tonight.  I can't wait until the weekend!

[these-ink-stains-blog]

I'm so freaking out right now - I have two majorly different ideas that are tearing me apart for my first Nano!

PLOT ONE:

Grace and Amy are best friends, separated by parents and gap year plans, who make a vow to write emails once a month updating each other on all of the drama and disasters they're facing in moving into the "real world" of responsibilities and tensions. Grace finds herself dropped in London, facing an internship as an archive assistant at the BBC, she's desperate to do anything to make it into political journalism, even if her partner Peter is aiming for the same lofty goals. Amy, left alone in Wellington (or Boston, I haven't decided - cause I've lived in both of them and London), is trying to move towards her dream of becoming a primary school teacher, and is working as an aide at a Kindergarten, where she begins to have feelings for a Julian, a single father who's just trying to provide for his son after the loss of his girlfriend. Dealing with friends, family, and possible romance in their new cities, these two friends cling tightly to each others prose as they move forward into their new lives.

PLOT TWO:

Daughter of Denmark's first King, Gunnhild (more known in her town as Gunn) is facing a bright future as the Princess of the Danes, when an attack on Jelling allows for a witch, who'd prophecized her brothers destruction, to snatch her from their castle and take her to the northern forests. Encamped in a small village, Gunn primarily revolts against the witches attempts to appease the girl, but soon realizes that the pagan magic that her father had banished is still aiding the people, even as her King moves to be baptised into the Christian faith. Quickly learning these magiks, Gunn travels to Norway to gain support after a random uprising removes her Father's power, and she then - with the help of two Norweigan princes and her Magic - tries to take back her realm for her people's faith.

Let me know which you guys think has the most to go off - and let me know if you're wanting to use or adapt either!