#idea pitch

[miraculouslbcnreactions]

Based on your last post- how would you handle a villain Adrien arc? Would it be from the get-go, or would you have him change sides somewhere along the line? Would it be of his own choice and motivations, or would he be coerced into it? (Or some mix of the two where he disagrees with the method his father does things but goes along because he has the same motive, his mom?)

(Post in question)

Villain Adrien is an incredibly hard sell for me. I can only think of one fic that felt reasonably in character and I think it only worked because it starts after Gabriel's defeat, so you don't have to actually see Adrien being evil. Anything that actually tries to show Adrien willingly hurting others just doesn't work. It doesn't feel like Adrien. Lashing out in the moment might* fit him, but prolonged villainy? Nope. You'd have to take his character through a damnation arc to make it fit. While canon has set him up for one, I don't particularly want to see that. Canon Adrien has suffered enough.

So why would I suggest villain Adrien as a solution?

I have actually spent a good deal of time trying to figure out how to make Adrien work as a villain because it's a semi-popular premise and I enjoy a writing challenge. After a lot of thought, I have a solution that I think would work. I will probably never write this fic, but the basic ideas are simple enough that I can explain the first act and why I think it would work as a way to take Miraculous beyond the Gabriel conflict.

The story would start in much the same way we already see in Origins. Gabriel activates the butterfly, leading to Fu choosing Marinette and Adrien. The big difference is that, this time around, Gabriel and Emilie tell Adrien almost everything. Adrien knows that his mother is in a coma, that the miraculous exist, and that a wish can fix everything. He just doesn't know that the wish has a downside because Gabriel didn't share that little detail. So, when Adrien gets his miraculous, he sees this as a way to fix everything. Just like in canon, he doesn't let Plagg explain everything. Instead, Adrien immediately transforms and seeks out his partner only, this time, he tries to get her earrings off of her. She knows that's a bad thing and runs away, leaving him confused. He goes to his father who is able to get his hands on the ring long enough to command Plagg's silence about the wish's downsides, ensuring Adrien is kept in the dark.

This leads to a short arc where Gabriel uses akumas to draw Ladybug out so her and Chat Noir can "talk" or something along those lines, but it doesn't go well and Adrien isn't okay with attacking the city. It isn't long before he switches sides and Gabriel is defeated, but the damage is done re Ladynoir. Marinette gets to do her "Adrien is evil" first impression, but while it's still a misunderstanding, it's not a minor one that can be solved with an umbrella in the rain. Fu is much more understanding and forgiving, so he doesn't take the black cat back, leading into a wider story where Adrien and Marinette have to fight a new evil while Marinette struggles to see past her first impression. So it's not so much evil Adrien so much as misguided and manipulated Adrien who has to win his Lady's trust and prove that he really is a hero while also working through his own guilt about everything that happened with his father.

*Quick note: canon has Adrien lash out in anger, so I can't say it's wrong to write him like that, but I think it's a massive misstep writing wise. The black cat's power set needs to be in the hands of someone who doesn't lash out in anger. Harsh words, sure, but cataclysms? Hard no. Season five made Adrien come across as totally unsuited to his powers.

[mdhwrites]

Idea Pitch: Splitting Sun's Fantasy World

The sun has a hole in it. From there, all shall face reckoning.

This world has had a growing problem for two generations now. The black spots that were always visible in the sun have been coalescing and minorly eclipsing it. However, that has not damaged its rays. It has made them harsher, stronger. Then they all jumped into one spot in the middle and like how the edges of a sun that is covered by the moon are actually some of the most dangerous for your eyes, this caused the rays to only become more extreme.

This shifted the balance of power in the world. A race of nomadic, peaceful and somewhat preyed upon people made of crystals suddenly found themselves making cities as they realized they could use their familiarity with light magics and crystal to create wards and containers for the harshness, helping shield other towns and people from this catastrophe. In two generations, they have gone from the oppressed to the strongest kingdom in the land. Their new prince must soon deal with that fact as letters and gifts from other kingdoms seek influence over the young kingdom and the wrong choice could easily lead to an invasion and crushing of his still peaceful people.

The forests could only be saved in small pockets though, forcing the once proud and territorial elves to go underground, using their nature magic to now force open caves, tunnels and more. Their desperation grew so wild as to make them start taking the elementals of the planet, that had always roamed wild and free, and trapping them. Torturing them. Enslaving them. The elements were always theirs to conquer after all, like they made the trees bow to their whims. They still do not have a voice and so there are no cries to go on deaf, long ears. From an opulent, traditional society, they have become more brutalist and fatalistically progressive, with many of the new generations believing that if they do not embrace technology, they will vanish altogether. The princess of the elves is known to be one of the few who use a technology called a Ripper, a specialized glove that allows one to reach into the very core of an elemental, destroying anything that was before to simply be an energy source for the machine that it will become.

The only race known to the others who was not either erased by this change or forced to radically change were the dragons. They already lived in grand, fortified towns that rose up like mountains and flaunted their wealth, giving them places to hide from the sun and valuables to trade for the crystals that would further protect them. They are also known for arrogance and hubris so their styles match their walls with fine drapery, gold and more. At least, for those who cannot match those who are the best of the kingdom. Dragons like the crown princess who tower over any man in her court and could fight an entire squad on her own wear barely nothing, deciding to show off their superiority in breeding rather than worry about hiding themselves. Unfortunately for her, she is not the heir to the throne, the blessing of white scales having seemingly skipped her, even if her blue scales still make her a noble fire dragon. Instead, her baby brother is the one to be next in line and many worry the severe, warrior-like nature of the princess may lead her to thoughts a noble dragon should never have, even if it fits how their decadence has only survived through pillaging and subjugation of others. That is a tradition too being tested though as the world has taken many of whom they would have once upon a time hurt for those goods and made their easiest target now an ally they must capitulate with.

It is a fracturing point for the world and a time where many are hoping in another decade or two, they may have the chance to take it all. To be the one kingdom in place. To bring together a split world. Whether that be by brokering a peace that will see them all happy, bending the entire planet to themselves because all will need to do so to survive, or simply by conquest now that the rules have been laid out, all are waiting with baited breath as peace settles.

It's simply a shame that much like the growing tumult of the elementals who grow fiercer by the day, who even seem to be coalescing more into more than simply free spirits, something else has already put into place a plan. A whole planet? No. That would be ambitious.

But they have already proven that they can take from the greatest source of light there is so if they could just find a way to open a crack, splitting the fractured lights of the crystalline people would be no trouble, wouldn't it? And then maybe they would have a place to truly call home besides the shadows.

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This actually stems from a CRPG concept I once upon a time wanted to do. It will never be that, even if I still would love to learn a bit of game programming someday, but I have been humming it over as potentially an audience driven story. Each chapter people would get the chance to pick something to help drive where the plot may go. It wouldn't by any means be the first time I've done such a thing but it would potentially be the most ambitious due to scale and scope.

Which also probably means it will never see the light of day. It's been a real rough time for me lately and my brain is constricting on itself about how I haven't finished a project in over a year and a half now. I know that can just be how my brain is sometimes but it makes how ambitious my brain so often it is more painful than aspirational. *sigh* So with this rattling in my head again, I decided to share some. As always, please feel free to ask questions on the idea. I would love to answer them and if this inspired you then that'd be amazing too!

Regardless, have a good day and see you next tale.

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[exammole]

Show pitch below, interact if you see the vision.

Location is a blend of a circus, moving carnival, fun-house school full of clowns training to kill other Halloween monsters. They have a variety of tools in order to help kill them:, outside pf the typical weapons you’d see, they’d have woopie cushions that alert anyone nearby, stink bombs and water spraying flowers that stun opponents, balloons that can create functionsl makeshift weapons and guard animals, sticky hands and those tied together blankets, allowing versatile movement, FUCKIN CLOWN CARS.

The circus school itself is full of defenses as well, funhouse mirrors and mirror mazes that identify vampires, bouquets that have wolfsbane, large open spaces with multiple floors accessible, leaving room for acrobatic manoeuvres against grounded and aerial enemies. Possibilities are quite literally endless because clowns are associated with so much things it’s insane.

And the monsters, who in the show will be absolutely visually horrifying compared to the clowns. Vampires that can suck you dry of all your blood, Werewolves that will tare you limb from limb, Witches that can burn you into a chicken in one second and cook you alive in the next. Ghosts that can invade the circus’s walls and aren’t affected by the same corporeal tools other monsters are. The corpses of your classmates reanimated from the dead that have the basic muscle memory to use the same tools above against you. Again, possibilities are endless.

The show has both action and horror elements that lend well to well written angst. It’s a school setting that forces character proximity, meaning interpersonal drama and more character interactions.

References that help show what I mean ⤵️

You could also add any anime that involves a school that trains students to kill x thing. I don’t watch anime that much.

Anyway that’s my pitch. Pls consider lol.

[charsui]

So we're all aware that like Abba got a musical, so did the Proclaimers, probably the Beatles, hell Green Day did, right? Well, my wondering is where is the 2 part musical in which we see the entire world of My Chemical Romance's stories, a grimdark world with a devastating war for Black Parade and then the scrambling through the Cyberpunk wasteland that followed in Danger Days? I mean you can do 2 shows but the idea of this flowing world would be neat to look at

[icarusdiesatdawn]

solve it squad: drei ??? edition

[cjs-51703]

Hypothetically speaking, if I were to start doing fanfic commissions...

A: would anyone be interested?

B: what would an acceptable rate be?

If people are interested, I'll share what fandoms. And they would be mostly SFW fics. I'm just pitching the idea.

[ochibrochi]

bok bok bok bok baaawk 🐔

[sirtbhopal]

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[idekseb]

I’m making scripts and stuff. I feel like I would make a good studio pitch dude who pitches out good ideas. I should really share them here

[glow-in-the-dark-death]

Him (Them)

( So I decided 'fuck it' pitch pearl babyyy, I've seen other people do this ship and decided well why the hell not right. Anyways have fun!)

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Phantom and his council were finally in the end processes to a peace treaty with Earth,

As years went on from what was once only the USA with their Ecto-Acts got worse. The GIW began opening in other countries without them truly realizing what they were allowing, until the Infinity Realms were at the point of declaring war on all of Earth itself.

The only reason that managed not to happen was because of Phantom finally being able to contact the Justice League and sit them down to have an actual conversation about everything that was going on.

That's where they were right now the world leaders, the 3 founders of the JL , and High King Phantom with his council arguing back and forth the peace treaty.

Phantom turned as one of the men stood up

" And just how are we supposed to truly trust you and yours to not take over or cause harm to our people?"

Others began chiming in, arguing that there was no true guarantee in what Phantom was saying.

Until a voice towards the back called out an idea

" Marriage! To truly unite our worlds in peace King Phantom must marry one of our own!"

Phantom subtly tensed the idea of a loveless marriage to a complete stranger made his core tremble with rage.

He glanced around seeing the looks of the people around him, he saw their greed for his power and status, their point for the marriage would be to control him or at least give them an advantage.

Phantom tuned out the arguing between the JL and the rest.

Thinking of what to say to get out of this situation without risking the treaty.

Snapping back to attention holding back a sharp smirk.

" Gentlemen if what you fear is the safety of your people then do not fret I have protected and saved your people and world since my creation, as for your request of a marriage to unify our world then I have wonderful news for I am already married to one of your people and even have children with him."

Phantom looked at the shocked faces around him, a couple grimacing or frowning at their missed opportunity to have control and access to him by one of their chosen.

A rather stupid man for what else could he be with what he said next.

" Then divorce him and marry someone that we find more suitable!"

Phantom's form distorted around him as he processed what he had just heard.

" Divorce? You wish for me to Divorce my husband, the one who I cherish above all else, the one I have shared my core the very being of myself with. The one who I gave my very being and soul to create our children. The one who is half my being, the one who if not for him we wouldn't be speaking at this moment because it was only his word that kept me from declaring war on your world."

"Make no mistake I do wish for peace between our worlds, many of my people are from this world and would like to continue to stay or visit especially for their loved ones, and I would like that for them without the danger of being hunted and torn apart."

"For if I wished war your planet would not stand a chance for what is a few million of your soldiers compared to my infinite soldiers that only would continue to grow as yours died."

"For him I fought and won against the previous tyrant King for daring to to cause him pain, the very King who only was defeated previously by the combined efforts of the strongest in the Infinite Realms, The very same King I defeated alone."

"So please do continue talking against my husband."

"..."

"What is his name?"

"Danny Fenton."

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Just an Idea

[shushmal]

okay but a like post-series fic i want that's like: steve harrington being the only man left in hawkins fighting monsters

and not like a 'everyone died, last man standing' way but just. they beat it back, the story ends, nice little tie-up and neatly concluded, eleven loses her powers because their world is completely cut from the other. and life goes on. eddie (yes, eddie lives au don't fight me) goes off with his band, robin-nancy-jargyle off to separate cities for college. the kids go to high school, graduate high school, and scatter across the country. joyce and hop buy a beach house far-far-far away from goddamn hawkins indiana.

steve though. steve stays. he does it too without comment, takes all their calls telling him all these amazing things. the years pass. the calls are fewer and far between. he's mostly in contact with only dustin and robin. except robin's out of country doing some crazy temp job in some remote country, she never catches him at home right now so just leaves him messages. and it takes a couple of weeks for dustin to realize he hasn't gotten steve on the phone.

frantically he calls around "have you heard from steve???" except the most people talk to steve anymore is like phone calls during holidays and holy shit what could have happened??

and what if it's back?

cue everyone who can in that moment, rushing back. eddie hopping on a flight from fucking london direct to indianapolis somehow, heart in his throat. he manages to meet hopper in the airport and they pick up max and dustin at the bus station.

they get to hawkins that is even more different that what they left. a smaller town, a town that shuts down completely when the sun sets. it's creepy and deserted.

except for the fucking upside down monsters of course.

and they're in their stupid little rental in front of this demogorgon and they're screaming but then the thing just goes splat on the concrete and steve fucking harrington is blinking owlishly at them.

"Oh, hey guys!" he calls jogging up to the driver's side window. "Wow, what brought you back down this way? You should have told me, I would have told you about the curfew!"

turns out steve just forgot to pay his phone bill that month, didn't even realize he was missing calls and he's been fighting monsters the entire time because actually they WEREN'T cut off from the upside down at all and he's just been casually fighting monsters for the remaining hawkins residence—the whole town knows now and steve's the guy you call when you have a monster problem

sidebar: WAYNE still lives in hawkins, and he and steve are best friends, eddie munson you are gonna LOSE YOUR MIND

[diamondzart]

I get why people may insist that Fear and Anxiety have sibling vibes and not romantic ones but in that case THERE WOULDN’T BE A LITERAL “I CAN FIX HER” JOKE right in the movie, come on guys 😆

Look at the faces this mf makes while mentioning her?

I mean would they expect people to NOT ship it? I am dead sure they saw this coming. Too many hints, too many. They had test screenings with teenage girls of all people. They are real experts in stuff like this!

[confusedmothboy]

is this anything

[hairmetal666]

Everyone in the league knows about Eddie Munson. He has the makings of a great pitcher, except for the fact that his slider has a 75% chance of sliding too high and his fastballs mostly end up in the dirt. His technique is wild, flailing, unrestrained. Which is why Steve is beside himself when he learns about the trade.

The owners, they think that Steve being the best catcher in the league means he can work with Eddie, settle him, make him a real prospect. Steve's input isn't needed with the decision already made, but Munson--with all his tattoos piercings and leather--looks like he'd rather hock a loogie at Steve than take directions from him.

And Steve is the best in the league, the glue that keeps the team together. They're a well-oiled machine, and Eddie is--Eddie is a squeaky wheel.

They meet for the first time, briefly, in the locker room. He's seen the guy before, of course, but now, like this, he can't help but be intrigued by his pale skin and long curls and brown doe-eyes, his lightly muscled frame. And they're in the locker room, Eddie with just a towel around his waist, exposing his toned chest and stomach and the black swirl of his tattoos.

"Steve Harrington!" Eddie reaches out a hand. "Great to meet you, man."

"You too. Excited to have you with us." The handshake is quick and firm and Steve is trying not to be surprised about how excited and genuine the guy sounds, keep his mind away from thinking of how Eddie is naked aside from the towel.

With only a few weeks until the start of the regular season, Eddie starts pitching to Steve. And Steve, he so expects Eddie to fight and grumble and refuse, that his head sort of spins when, on the first day, Eddie claps him on the back with his glove, says, "where do you want me, cap?" and that's that.

He wants to say that they dislike each other, that they're a bad fit, that Eddie is full himself and refuses constructive criticism.

Instead.

Instead it's easy.

Eddie doesn't complain, doesn't argue, just watches Steve, learns him, takes his advice and notes and implements them as much as he can. They like each other, have an easy rapport, get each other. He's tight with all the pitchers, but Eddie is different. They settle each other.

They're best friends. They hangout constantly. And he doesn't have a crush; he doesn't. It would be unprofessional. They're best friends.

But sometimes, sometimes he thinks he catches Eddie looking at him. It's impossible. Of course it's impossible. Eddie couldn't be into the guy Sports Illustrated called "baseball's Ralph Lauren model" in the intro to Steve's Body Issue photo spread. And it doesn't matter one way or the other because Steve won't make a move. He won't jeopardize the team like that.

They don't touch. He touches everyone on the team, often, and Eddie particularly is a physical guy, but aside from that first handshake, he keeps his distance. Steve's afraid--even though it's silly, he's afraid--that once they start touching, he won't be able to stop, and he can't let that happen.

The team is good, competing for first place in the National League. Eddie's success has made everyone else better.

It's late July, they're in first place in the league, and Eddie's pitching a perfect game. There's only been 24 perfect games thrown in the history of Major League Baseball, but it's the eighth inning and Eddie's doing it.

A pitch goes wild, veers high over the umpire's head. Eddie's shaken, Steve can tell with how his fist tightens compulsively around the ball. The next pitch swings wide, towards the batter's knees.

The count is at 2 balls, no strikes, and he can see, even from behind home plate Steve can see, that Eddie's losing it. He heads for the mound, refuses to let it end like this. He closes the distance between them, has a quick internal debate before he puts his hand on Eddie's lower back. They've never touched, this is it, this is--warmth bleeds from Eddie's skin, through the fabric of his jersey, goes straight to Steve's head.

Eddie frowns. "I don't think I--"

"You're going to do it, Ed. I know. I can feel it." He pats his chest, over his heart. "It's gonna happen."

Eddie's breathing settles and it's only then that Steve realizes he's rubbing circles into Eddie's back with his thumb. He's not sure when he started, doesn't want to stop, loves being able to feel.

"Okay," Eddie says.

"Okay."

Steve removes his hand, heads back to home, still tingling with the warmth of Eddie's body even as he crouches behind the plate.

He closes out the inning with three definitive strike outs. The crowd goes wild.

They take the field for the top of the 9th, the crowd is screaming, ready for this, the energy zipping through every player on the field.

It goes by in a blur. Nine pitches. Eddie's perfect game is wrapped up in nine phenomenal pitches.

As the ump calls the last out, there's a moment of complete and utter quiet in the stadium, Steve's heart a pounding hum in his ears, before pandemonium breaks loose. There's screaming, fireworks, someone is crying--

All he can see is Eddie. Eddie's who's thrown his glove to the dirt, is barreling towards him with a triumphant smile bright on his face. Steve stands, runs to close the distance. He sees the moment that Eddie decides to jump into his arms, catches him easily--will always catch him--but his legs are tired and the momentum gets him, sends them tumbling back into the grass.

They're both yelling, laughing, smiling hard enough to hurt. Eddie's hair has fallen out if its tie, tumbling around his shoulders, and Steve gazes at him, can't help it, in this moment can admit that he's so, so astronomically in love.

It's only then Steve realizes that the laughter's stopped, that Eddie's gazing back. Brown eyes shining bright with happiness, cheeks flushed pink, lips parted. Thoughtless, he reaches up to caress Eddie's cheek.

The team reaches them, streaming around them, yanking Eddie and Steve to their feet. The celebration stretches around them, the moment slipping away. He wants to finish what they started but there are interviews, champagne showers, congratulations, that keep them apart. Sometimes, from across the room, their eyes meet, and there's heat there that's new, that sparks something low in Steve's gut.

Hours pass, and finally he finds himself alone in the locker room. He's just pulled on his t-shirt when the door shuts behind him. He spins, finds Eddie, waiting, watching.

He crosses the room without a word, can't not, not now, not after everything. They grapple for a second, the wanting so strong that it takes a second to settle, to find each other. They kiss hard, desperate, seething with desire.

Steve hopes it never ends and it doesn't, just tapers into soft kisses, gentle nips. He can't bring himself to step away.

"Is this for real ?" Eddie whispers.

"I've been insane about you since the trade."

Eddie's smile is blinding. "I used to have those pictures of you--the ones with the little red shorts?--in my locker in the minors. Feel like I'm living in a dream right now."

It lights him up inside, knowing that Eddie wants him, has wanted him. "Let me take you home and show you just how real it is?"

He snorts, but his dimples deepen, eyes shining. "What a line, sweetheart."

"Yeah well, the baseball field isn't the only place where I hit home runs."

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

hope you feel better soon!

I am riddled with ailments, but I stay silly!