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group-dynamic · 7 months ago
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Script Doctoring(?) Doctor Who Season 1
Here’s how I would fix the thematic and mystery box issues of this season of Doctor Who while keeping almost everything else the same.
This season would refocus on the thematic tension between Ruby with her desire to find her birth mother and the Doctor’s avoidance of finding Susan. By adding a few choice moments in the Tardis at the beginning and end of certain episodes where Ruby tries to convince the Doctor that finding Susan is important, you would add some really nice character development and even tension to Ruby and the Doctor’s relationship and get to more explicitly explore and discuss some of the big thematic ideas that this season ostensibly centered around like family and fear of abandonment /rejection.
I also think that having the god of death in this season doesn’t make much sense in terms of the themes, so I would probably swap out Sutekh for the Trickster as many others suggested. With the Trickster, you could have the narrative-manipulating, story-changing surrounding Ruby make a lot more sense in universe. This could then better match with the idea that Russell already had: that we imbue things with importance and can thus rewrite our own narratives. Imagine Ruby as central to the finale because her desire to rewrite the false narrative in a positive way could directly counter the negative attempts to rewrite the narrative by the Trickster. Thus, she’s still just an ordinary person as RTD intended, but she is learning to overcome her fear of rejection and abandonment by fixing the negative story that both her own mind and the Trickster have written about her life as she knows she is worthy of love, there’s nothing inherently wrong with her, etc. (A great opportunity to make Carla‘s inclusion narratively significant, too, as she actively contributes to this!)
This would also make the moment where the Doctor cautions Ruby against reconnecting with her birth mother a more meaningful emotional payoff, because Ruby isn’t afraid to try reconnecting with her mother and it goes so well despite the Doctor’s own fears. This could serve as a turning point for the Doctor as he realizes that getting over your fear of rejection can lead you to new avenues for happiness and connection.
Then, instead of having a sorrowful “the doctor is always alone” ending to the season, have the last line of this season be the music swelling triumphantly and the doctor declaring that, yes, he’s going to go find Susan. This would show the actual impact that Ruby had on him and allow his character to go through some growth rather than end up where they’ve always been. (Plus, what a fun teaser to leave the audience on haha.)
You could then spend the second season, (which was ordered at the same time as season 1) on the Doctor trying to track down any clues of where Susan is. So, the season-long arc would become the doctor looking for Susan, but getting sidetracked in the typical adventure of the week.
NOW you can justify Sutekh as the big bad for this second season. If the doctor is actively looking for Susan, it makes a lot more sense that Sutekh would use her to lure the Doctor in and more devastating when it’s revealed Susan Triad isn’t her. Thematically, this works because the Doctor claims to have never reconnected with Susan before because they were terrified that they would either hurt Susan or she would already be dead, so the big bad being death this time around would haunt him: The Doctor is too late and it’s all his fault.
In terms of the “I am life, and you are death” theme, this also makes a lot more sense within a context of actively trying to find Susan, because the doctor is so afraid that he brings death, but the fact that Susan exists at all (and perhaps he finds her or some evidence of her life) in addition to the amazing family he’s built across time and space rallying around him (like Ruby, Mel, Kate, and Rose which justifies a unit based episode AND the memory Tardis as the Doctor’s equivalent of Carla’s wall of photos of her foster kids) is proof that he isn’t a “harbinger of death.” That all of us defeat death when we choose love and support for ourselves and offer it to others. Self indulgently, I would love a conversation between the Doctor and Cherry about family and found family, too. Imagine how wonderfully thematic it would be if this ordinary woman gave the doctor what he needed physically and spiritually to save the day: grandmother to grandfather. Heck, maybe she is the one who gives him the spoon. A teaspoon in fact :).
So anyway, those are the big changes that I think you could make and leave literally everything else the same to get a better emotional payoff and prevent the audience from feeling a little robbed by the mystery boxes.
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disventure-rewrite-takes · 8 months ago
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my friend actually had this really great idea which is that the two winners (Miriam and James) are not in the cast for All Stars since they already won and so everyone knew they'd get kicked out early. he proposed that instead, the two of them run a Disventure Camp Aftermath Show, like how Total Drama did. allowing for interviews with the eliminated contestants, discussion of the episodes, and a hilarious dynamic between the two hosts (badass old woman and chronically online influencer? comedy GOLD).
OH MY GOD YES. you guys are tempting me so hard to rewrite DCAS from the ground up and this is like, one of the last straws. MIRIAM AND JAMES DUO SIGNNN MEEE UPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!
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steddieunderdogfics · 11 months ago
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Achilles come down by TheWildBlueYonder for the theme weekend challenge thing - it's a s4 volume 2 rewrite.
Achilles come down by TheWildBlueYonder
Rating: Mature
3,606 words, 1/1 chapters
Archive Warning: Chose Not to Use
Tags: Eddie Munson Lives, Eddie Munson is a Sweetheart, Eddie Munson Needs a Hug, Eddie Munson Has a Crush on Steve Harrington, Gay Eddie Munson, Post-Stranger Things 4 Vol. 2, Scars, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Survivor Guilt, Not Canon Compliant, Inspired by Achilles Come Down (Gang of Youths), Hopeful Ending, Eddie Munson Has PTSD, Dead Chrissy Cunningham, Steve Harrington is a Sweetheart, Steve Harrington Has a Crush on Eddie Munson, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Steve Harrington Needs a Hug, Internalized Homophobia, suicidal ideation (only in the song/implied), Stranger Things 4 Vol. 2 Rewrite, One Shot
Summary:
He stands upon the roof swaying like a broken branch in the wind. The breeze grabs onto his jacket, seeps under his clothes and chills his skin - it's uncomfortable, it almost feels like it could hurt. He must cut a dramatic figure, he imagines, gazing into the darkness and the quiet, eyes set upon the starless, cloud ridden sky, perching like a gargoyle upon a castle. 'Eddie Munson is here, hide your children' he'd mock, hands thrown to the side, ugly grin on his face - if he had the energy, that is. As it is, he stands, sways against the current of air, eyes watering, and it's all so quiet. There's no audience, no one to talk back to, no one to perform for, just the cold air, the howls of the shuddering trees and the thundering in his mind, the endless waves and waves of thoughts for company. On the roof of his fucking, crumbling trailer, where Chrissy Cunningham died.
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wilt3d-r0zes · 1 year ago
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Fic Name (and link): A Fox is a Wolf who sends Flowers Series: Teen Wolf Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Melissa McCall, The Nogitsune Pairings: N/A Trigger Warnings: Standard Season 3b TWs Important Tags: Spark/Magic Stiles Stilinski, Slow Updates, Season Rewrite Summary:
"Do not meddle more, Mieczysław. We will wait." The world tilts, the white fading into grey to black. His bed seems to reach up and yank him downwards until suddenly he’s screaming himself awake in the early hours of the morning. Or, The Nogitsune is not what it seems, and also sassy
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The key he found on his keyring fits into the chemistry door. It isn’t that he didn’t expect it, but that doesn’t mean he wasn’t hopeful. Hopeful that maybe it’s just a coincidence, that maybe he got paint on his fingers and they got on the key sometime at the rave, or maybe someone tried to steal it with paint or chemicals on their fingers, and only managed to grab it but not take it.
But no, the chemistry closet door responds well to the mystery key on his keyring. He stares at the now cracked-open closet door. Surely not. There’s no way, maybe someone put it on his keyring somehow, somewhere, somewhen without him realizing, to frame him for it.
Right?
(He’s losing his mind again.)
He turns back to the blackboard, to the riddle still written in chalk for their teacher to wipe away the next morning. Stares at it in hopeful, frail denial and listens to his sneakers squeak on the tiled floors.
(He thought it was over.)
Picking up the chalk reveals just how shaky his hands really are, when it almost falls and shatters on the floor upon being picked up. His fingers don’t want to hold it like he’s telling them to, but he manages to write on the board anyways.
19
53
88
(He thought he was free.)
It’s the same handwriting.
Transition
He’s waking up in his bed.
He’s waking up in his bed?
Why is he in his bed?
He’s not in his bed.
Well, technically he’s in his bed, but when he looks up and explores the room with his eyes it’s that same weird all-white parking garage-esk room he remembers from the sacrifice they did to find their parents. His bed isn’t the only furniture in the 'room,' however. His desk is in the same spot it would be if he were in his room, except there’s someone sitting in the chair, reading through a book he doesn’t recognize.
The first thing he notices is that their head is wrapped in old, browning bandages with dried blood and dirt soaking through some of the less wrapped areas or the crevices. It fills him with an uncanny feeling of discomfort and fear that grips his heart and shakes it. Still, he looks around again before saying, "Hi?"
His voice cracks enough for him to wince and clear his throat. Logically, he knows this is a dream-- what else could it be? So it doesn't matter if he angers this weird creation of his subconscious. Yet, he's filled with a level of fear that feels disproportionate to Some Dude sitting on the other side of a non-existent room.
"Hello?" he calls again when he gets no response, the being at his desk slowly turning the page of an old book made up from tarnished leather and browning parchment, "Where am I?"
"Where dreams are made and come to die, clear or full will it be," he(? The voice is masculine, so is the build he can make out from around the chair and under the brown bomber jacket) rasps. Man. Stiles hates riddles.
“Uh, okay, that… makes no sense. Who are you?”
“Watagushi, na ke de wa nai.” He responds, and it doesn't take a genius to realize that that wasn't English. Considering the only other language Stiles knows is Polish, and it certainly isn't that either, he decides it's something made up by his brain-- or, maybe it was a language Stiles knows and was just muddled by the bandages, surely those go all around his face?
"Sorry, didn't quite catch that, man," the human responds, sitting up full in his bed from where he'd barely propped himself on one arm.
“Kore wa wa re ran ogu tu na no cha.”
"Still not a language I know."
The man(?) turns another page in the book, and this time it creates a horrible, gut-wrenching ripping sound, that screams into Stiles's ears and drowns out the rest of the world regardless of the lacking sounds of life. When the page is carefully released, Stiles is left with ringing ears, “Not ‘Who are you?’, Mieczysław, ‘Who are we?’”
"What the hell was that?" he squawks, fumbling to get out of the bed. He can't move his legs, though, in what he assumes is dream logic. Somewhere in his brain he thinks it's because he's tangled in the blanket.
"We were getting too close." Mummy Man responds, voice growing no less raspy despite how much he's talking. Stiles almost wishes this is the kinda lucid dream he can control, just so he could summon a glass of water.
"Who's we?"
“We are us. I am we, you are we,” he sounds like he’s thinking, tilting his head to the side and looking up from the book, “We are meddling, we need to stop.”
Stiles stares. What? That makes no sense. Actually, that makes less than no sense, even his not-english-polish gibberish had made more sense than that. Yet, he's filled with fear at the statement. He thinks back to what he was doing just before this dream, the chalkboard, the chemistry closet--
This must be what's causing that. The part of his subconsious or brain or whatever that's doing that, killing people. Even if indirectly. He saying that he is Stiles, and that Stiles is meddling in his plans of murder.
"No!" Stiles yells, struck with a startling amount of indignant anger, "I'm not just gonna sit- sit idly by while you kill people!"
The Mummy Man turns slowly, an unnatural creak, not unlike the sound of a rusty door hinge, following the movement. He reveals his 'face', something obscured by bandages save for what can only pass as being described as a mouth. It's a gaping hole in the bandages, with teeth and tongue and black goop. Blood and black stain the bandages surrounding it, like he'd eaten something alive and not tried to clean himself up after. He doesn't even have any lips.
More fear surges through him, warring with the anger for a place in his actions.
"In due time, Mieczysław."
"You using my name is fucking weird, Mummy Man," Stiles snarls, drawn back into himself and pushed to the far side of the bed like the mere foot of extra distance will save him.
"Do not meddle more, Mieczysław. We will wait."
The world tilts, the white fading into grey to black. His bed seems to reach up and yank him downwards until suddenly he’s screaming himself awake in the early hours of the morning.
Silver finger
“Scott, hey!” Stiles skids to a stop, only to grab his best friend by the elbow and drag him down the hallway, free hand waving about as he starts talking, “Remember the key I was telling you about yesterday? Well, when we were at that rave I was talking to Caitlin– the girl who's girlfriend died recently– and when I pulled out the bottle opener I’ve got she saw the key and, apparently, it had phosphors on it- which means it glows in blacklight, right?- and then I asked why I would have phosphors on my key and she asked if I’d been handling chemicals and so that got me thinking about the chemistry closet,” he rambles, pushing open the chemistry classroom door and taking in a gasp of air, shaking out that same free hand, “And the fact that someone had to let Barrow in, and once I got here the key worked on the door and–.”
He wilts. The blackboard had been erased.
“It’s gone,” he knows he sounds unreasonably defeated, bumping his palms together anxiously before spinning on his heel from where he’d gotten halfway across the room, “Well, that’s fine, I still have the key and– what the hell?” The key’s gone from his keyring now. It makes him think back to that weird, stupid dream he had last night. Was that real? Did the other in his head really take action in getting him to stop meddling? “I had it. I had it, right here,” he holds his keyring up and shakes it for effect, the sound rattling almost painfully around his skull, “I swear to god, I had it here this morning.”
“The key you were talking about last night?” Scott has that very confused, lost puppy dog look on his face and in normal circumstances Stiles would laugh at how easy it is to compare his werewolf best friend to a puppy, but instead he’s starting to verge on a panic attack so he just keeps talking.
“Yes! Yeah, that, I showed it to you, didn’t I? Please tell me I showed it to you.”
Scott’s head shake makes his chest squeeze painfully, “No, you told me about it but… I never actually saw it.”
“I was here, Scott! And just a few hours ago I unlocked the chemistry closet door and there was Kira’s name in atomic numbers in my handwriting on the blackboard.”
“So… you unlocked the chemistry closet so Barrow could hide from the police, and then you wrote him a message telling him to kill Kira?” He sounds so beyond disbelieving and it’s not helping Stiles in feeling like any of this was real. He glances down at his hands, wanting to count his fingers in the way he’s started doing too many times for too many days. That’ll just make him look more nuts.
“I know how it sounds, Scott, but– but look at this!” he scrambles to pull the news report he brought with him for extra proof, hands beyond shaky and nearly ripping it on its violent trip out of the bag, “This is the news report that came out about Barrow when they caught him, okay? About the shrapnel bomb that he used. See this, see what he did? He put nuts, bolts, and screws, and then he hid the bomb and the detonator in a box that he wrapped as a birthday present. What does that sound like to you?”
“Coach… It sounds like the joke we played on Coach.”
“That was my idea, remember? That was my idea, that can’t be a coincidence, it can’t be.”
Scott winces, gesturing vaguely for Stiles to quiet down. The human blushes, not even realizing how loud he’d gotten in his growing panic, “I don’t want to tell you that you’re wrong, but I don’t think you’re trying to kill anybody either.”
“It was here,” he runs a hand through his hair and turned back towards the board, “It was all here.”
“Dude… are you feeling okay?”
(He’s losing his mind again, please, please, he thought he was better.)
“Yeah, I’m fine. I just… haven’t been sleeping well.”
“Why don’t you go home?” Stiles turns back around, confused, “Take a sick day?”
“...Yeah, yeah,” he sighs– again, “Yeah, maybe I will.”
(He thought it was over.)
“Well, Dr. Gardner’s not back until next week. Do you want to try and wait for one of the other Urgent Care doctors, or…?” Stiles shakes his head, pushing off from the desk and trying to keep from losing himself. He’d come here straight from the school, because he feels like he’s falling apart and some part of him urged to come here, “Stiles? Are you okay?”
His eyes sting with tears and he feels like there’s a dull knife sawing away at whatever is keeping him from going nuts and getting locked up in Eichan House. He brings a hand up to his chest and thumps it against his ribcage, like it’ll slow down his heart rate if he shows it how to work, “I guess, uhm,” thump, thump, thump, “I guess not really?
“Alright,” it’s the way that she says it that makes Stiles want to melt to the floor and cry, while simultaneously making him want to lash out at the way she sounds like she’s handling a feral cat, “Alright, kiddo, come with me.”
He feels like his limbs are going to fall out from under him while they walk through the halls until she stops outside a door, giving him the chance to shake out his hands and rock back on his heels.
She gestures for him to sit on the bed while she grabs a clipboard, “Can you tell me your symptoms?” she glances towards him, then back towards the papers on the clipboard. He’s rocking in place, arms crossed over his empty-feeling chest and flexing his hands to keep from freaking out.
“Blackouts,” he clears his throat and looks away, “But not for that long. Uhm, and sleepwalking, which I used to do a lot as a kid. Some really bad anxiety, too.”
“Panic attacks?”
“Yeah, a couple,” he breathes shakily and it feels like he’s electrocuted his heart in the way it races, “I also temporarily lost the ability to read but, uhm, that might’ve had more to do with the whole human sacrifice and- magic tree thing.”
Melissa is looking at him with an amused smile when he glances over at her and the paper she’s still writing on, “I seem to vaguely remember something like that, yes.” she looks back towards her paper when he doesn’t respond or react, “How many hours of sleep are you getting?”
“Eight.”
“A night?”
“In the last three days.”
He sees her turn to him with the kinda face he usually associates with him having done something wrong in his peripherals, but he’s looking down at his hands and counting on his fingers, cataloging all the times he woke up from nightmares and each night he stayed up until the sun rose only to pass out in class.
“Have you been feeling irritable?”
“Yeah, uhm, possibly to the point of homicide.”
“Inability to focus?”
“No, the adderall’s not working.”
“Impulsive behavior?”
“More than my usual? Hard to tell.”
“Vivid dreams during the day?”
He huffs nervously, “Okay, basically all of the above. Do you know what it is?”
(Please be something normal. Please.)
“I think so,” she turns away, setting the pen down with a deafeningly loud tap that reminds Stiles he’s been in sensory overload for the last twenty-four hours and it’s been slowly dragging him further into the pit of insanity.
He shakes his head, feels his brain rattle around, and then looks up towards Melissa and the needle in her hand, “What’s that?”
“Do you trust me?”
“When you’re not holding a needle.” and when his mind isn’t slipping through his fingers like old jell-o.
Still, he doesn’t stop her when she wipes his upper arm down with an alcohol wipe and sticks it into his skin, “It’s midazolam. A sedative.”
More panic tries to spark, his lungs quivering and his rocking resuming once she’s removed the needle and he can self-soothe again. What if this isn’t real? What if he’s hallucinating again and really he’s acting nuts and this is his hallucination telling him he’s being sedated? “Why are you giving me a sedative?”
“Because you, Stiles, are one profoundly sleep-deprived young man. You need rest, and you need it now.” she puts her arms on his shoulders, effectively stopping his rocking, “Lie down.”
He stares at her, because now it feels like reality is far away and nothing is quite real, like it’s taking years for everything to process while simultaneously not even taking a second, “How long’s it going to take to–,” she pushes him back and he falls with the light pressure, losing the ability to hold himself up with the sudden exhaustion that ripples over him, “Oh. Not long at all.”
“Get some rest, Stiles,” he hears, before reality slips between his fingers.
(Thanks, mom.)
It’s startlingly dark when he comes to, wide awake, in the hospital room however long later. The blinds are shut on all the windows but it’s still obvious the sun has set, leaving him in almost pitch black.
At least, it would’ve, but there seems to be a yellow-ish green light coming from somewhere in the room. There’re little specks of opaque something floating in the air, like how you'd see dust particles in a camera. His first thought is that maybe this is another dream, and it makes it that much harder to force himself to sit up.
Instead, he clenches his hands and counts them without looking at them.
(One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine- ten.)
He sits up.
On the folded heavy blanket at the foot of his bed, there’s a fox curled up. It’s not a real fox, no, it’s more like the shape of one made out of yellow-green neon lines. He furrows his brows at it, counting his fingers in the dark again.
(One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.)
It moves. One of its ears twitches. Once, twice, and then it slowly blinks its eyes open. There are two startlingly black dots where its iris and pupil should (probably) be, and they lock onto Stiles.
They stare at each other for a long moment in silence. The restless fidgeting and stimming that Stiles is almost always doing slows to a still while they stare at each other, completely unmoving.
Then it blinks, and its ear twitches again. It turns towards the door, pushing itself into a sitting position.
“They are coming.”
Stiles jolts, breaking out of his trance with a surge of panic, “Who?”
“We are in danger. We must not be caught.”
“Who’s we?”
“They are coming.”
Stiles looks towards the door, and counts his fingers again.
(One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.)
“What do you want me to do?”
It’s weird, the way he knows it's the fox speaking into his mind. The way he doesn’t feel confused or alarmed by this creature, like it’s something he’s gone through hundreds of times–
Something familiar.
“Do not let them touch us.”
“Who’s us?”
“We.”
The fox turns back to him and stares. The statement itself reminds Stiles of the dream - the one with the mummy man. The way he connected it to a potential part of him that aided the mass murderer– maybe it’s something more than that. Something supernatural.
Maybe that’s why there’s a fox here, in reality and not a dream, talking to him in his brain. That means the fox is talking about him, and not itself.
“How do I do that? Who are we talking about?”
“They will come out of the shadows.” the fox rasps into his brain, turning back towards the door, “Bide our time. He will help us.”
“Who’s he?”
“The wolf. He will hide us.”
Stiles looks back at the door, at the closed blinds that hide the light from the hallway. “Should I stay here?”
“There is only one exit.”
“That’s a no then, got it,” he pushes the blanket off himself, disturbing the fox into hopping onto the table by the foot of the bed. It leaps onto his shoulders as he passes by, startling him in the fact it seems to have a weight despite being nothing but a spirit-like creature.
The hallway is empty. Shockingly so, he remembers hospitals always being so overpopulated by nurses and doctors in every hallway. Yet, it’s silent. Not even the sounds of patients in the neighboring rooms reach his ears, and it draws unease into Stiles’s chest.
“Melissa?” he calls, as if she’ll suddenly appear from wherever it is she is. Possibly at home, maybe on the other side of the hospital. Of course, she doesn’t appear, leaving him alone in the hallway with a ghost fox on his shoulders.
He stays close to the wall, praying that the fox is watching his back because it’s going to drive him nuts to keep looking back and forth with the groggy remnants of sleep and a sedative still dragging him down.
Only the faint buzzing sound of fluorescent lights that he normally wouldn’t notice unless already in sensory overload is heard in the hallways. It’s almost funny, actually, how once you hit sensory overload your brain just collects more sensory input for you to notice. Why is that?
He pushes open a door and it brushes against the ground but doesn’t creak at the hinges like he expected it to. It feels like he’s in a horror movie when the double swinging door reveals a small, dark hallway.
“We should turn back.”
“Yeah, agreed,” Stiles backs up, letting the door swing shut, “If they come out of the shadows, does that mean we’re safe if we stay in the light?”
“Without shadow, there is no light.”
“Okay, then what’s the point of avoiding the creepy hallway?” he gestures behind himself toward the doors he’s actively walking away from. He’s moved away from the wall, now standing in the center and under the lights, hopefully giving him enough space to avoid whatever when it ‘comes from the shadows.’
(Why exactly is he following the instructions of a weird ghost fox that appeared after he woke up from a sedative?)
“More light means less shadows, it is harder to reach us in this light.”
“Got it,” he swings around a corner, pushing open another door and thankfully revealing a lit hallway. He makes it about four steps in before the fox on his shoulder pushes itself into a sitting position, ears perking up and mentally alerting Stiles to a threat.
“They found us.”
“Well, that’s not ominous at all,” he lowers his voice, turning in a slow circle and surveying the area. Nothing has appeared yet, but he can hear a quiet grumbling coming from the walls. When he squints at them, the shadows almost look like they’re shimmering. Something seems to tap, tap on the shadowed wall, and it ripples like when you throw a pebble into water.
A gloved – is that a glove? or is it bunched up skin? -- hand reaches out in a sharp, singular movement before halting just below the wrist. Stiles startles backwards, signaling him to turn around and see two more hands coming from the wall behind him.
“Shit. How likely am I to die if I run out the door?”
“The wolf is waiting.”
“Not very, then, awesome,” he stumbles over his shoeless feet, socks sliding on the tiled floors uselessly, but successfully makes it out of the creepy room and into the next hallway. He looks both ways, still seeing no nurses or doctors and being invited into an eerie silence punctuated by buzzing lights and growling walls. Internally, he feels a nudge, and turns on his heel toward the left.
He’s sprinted halfway down the hall when Scott turns the corner ahead of him, “Scott!” he shouts, sliding to a stop and looking back at the way he came to see a trio of black clad beings with swords and weird masks that he can’t make out the details of.
“Stiles! Mom said you were asleep!” Scott breaks into a jog, if his sped up footsteps have anything to say, before he appears in the side of Stiles’ vision.
“I woke up,” he flashes a grin.
“We do not have time for this.”
The creatures take a step forward, so he grabs Scott’s wrist to start dragging him away, “We should go!”
“No, wait,” Scott sounds startlingly calm for the actively approaching demons in front of him, “...Why are they after you?”
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purplerae364 · 1 year ago
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HEY GUYS!!
What are some good total drama rewrites? I kinda wanna read one but idk which ones are good or how many there are and I don’t feel like searching tbh (even tho it’s super easy to do that lmao 😭)
Honestly any season (not past world tour) would do :3
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jackjackal · 2 months ago
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Chapter Four is FINALLY Here!!! House of Anubis Season 3 Rewrite
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Hello again! I'm BACK! With Chapter 4 of my House of Anubis Season 3 Rewrite...finally!!! Here is the premise for this chapter:
Mara and Joy stumble upon an old book that may be hiding new secrets. Sibuna realizes they need Jerome. Eddie faces his worst fear while in the tunnel.
Sounds exciting?? Read HERE!
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astronomodome · 2 months ago
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All the life series artists out here realizing with dawning horror that they have to draw Joel’s stupid ass skin and stupid ass car in all their dramatic angsty winner art from now on
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shepscapades · 5 months ago
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[Part 1] [PART 2] [Part 3]
The unexpected return of a face Xisuma never thought he'd see again.
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the-mpreg-guy · 30 days ago
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lets be so fr tho. the supernatural writers were so caught up in the euphoria that the network was going to let them make destiel half canon that they forgot that dean was canonically more likely to be the first to confess + it makes more narrative sense to have dean tell cas he loves him and THAT be what triggers the empty deal
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daddydindjarin-reads · 2 years ago
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Hi, yes, hello, I know you’re very busy, but also- MORE PLEASE
You Weren’t Mine to Lose Masterlist
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Summary: Din Djarin is an honorable man.  He will not take what is not his. 
Pairings: Din Djarin x Female reader
Warnings: M, cursing, canonical type violence, implied smut. Eventual smut. Will change rating accordingly. 
Notes: A  grouping of one shots centered around Taylor Swift’s Folklore and Evermore albums.
cancelled my plans just in case you called
one single thread of a gold
been saying yes instead of no
that’s the thing about illicit affairs
she would have made such a lovely bride
faith forgotten land
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swagginmun · 2 months ago
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[Get ready fellow Monkie Kids...]
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deimalor · 24 days ago
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My redesign/rewritting of Gabriel Agreste:
Decided to do a Gabriel Agreste Redesign as the first of my redesign project, cuz I gotta say his old design, the white one and the og just sucked 😭 (sorry Thomas) so yeah I had some fun with it, I wanted to keep his colours (white, red and black) but give him an outfit that would scream to me that he is a wealthy man, who is strict and who is into fashion, maybe even a designer himself, the rose in all his clothing is supposed to symbolise his love to Emilie, that she is always close to his heart, as well as his miraculous, that is hidden under the rose.
In the right below corner (of the last image) we have a look at Gabriel before Emilie succumbed to her desease, I also changed the shape of his glasses to be a bit more “designer looking”
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disventure-rewrite-takes · 5 months ago
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This originally started out as a "What if" (what if the Yellow Team/the villain's alliances were more spread out over every team), and then became this.
I created the teams, by taking two members from each original team and putting them onto new teams.
R-Team: Ellie, Gabby, James, Ashley, Grett, and Connor. (Primarily made to give Ellie and Gabby more screen time, and keeping Grett and Connor away from Yul and Riya respectively)
G-Team: Lake, Tom, Jake, Fiore, Yul, and Miriam (Tom and Jake would be able to talk through their problems, Miriam would be able to discipline both Yul and Fiore, and I actually believe that Lake and Fiore would bond over their intelligence and parental issues)
B-Team: Aiden, Tess, Ally, Hunter, Alec, and Riya (The remainders, primarily made to give everyone the Huntessally they deserve)
How do you think these team placements would go?
these are so good and have so much potential oh my god???!??!!!? my ideas are:
R-team: gabellie + grett bonding alongside a four girls alliance may get connor and james kicked out quickly, or alternatively have them be what the amazons were in TDWT
G-team: tomjake sorting out their issues, yul early boot, also the S1 final two together would be unstoppable and so fun to watch. lake and fiore could definitely bond
B-team: aiden and riya forced to work together, they have to figure out a good team strategy, while alec has to earn his place amongst the five season 2 participants, being the only season 1 guy, would be so interesting of an arc to give him
also i feel like this line-up has the potential to give us an actually good finale, maybe between three different team members, some examples being gabby-lake-alec, grett-lake-alec, ashley-tom-ally, the possibilities are endless based on their development and relationships
THIS is the season i want ngl
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steddieunderdogfics · 1 year ago
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Ease My Mind by walking_crisis69 for the theme weekend challenge. it's a season rewrite.
Ease My Mind by walking_crisis69
Rating: Teens and Up
5,282 words, 1/1 chapters
Archive Warning: No Warnings
Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Slow Burn, Internalized Homophobia, Period-Typical Homophobia, Making Up, Canon Rewrite
Summary:
Steve swore to forget it, swore to never remember the sophomore memories with Eddie Munson. It just so happens that a girl gets murdered in Eddie's trailer dragging him into the Upside-Down chaos that has been the last three years.
Thanks for the rec!
This rec is a part of Theme Weekend. The theme this weekend is fix it fic and season rewrite.
Know a fic that deserves extra love? Submit through our asks or the submission box!
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remuscariad · 10 months ago
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Okay but what if I snap and write a full-fledged fic of Arthur becoming king in s1 and how it could have changed the entire course of the show.
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stevie-petey · 6 months ago
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but don't you remember? (august, honey, you were mine)
﹂ season four of "come home"
it's senior year and everything has changed. though steve harrington is now your boyfriend, not all of the change has been good. jonathan is gone, dustin is pulling away, the party is divided, and max's sunken eyes remind you of her brother's. all the change threatens to suffocate you. then one phone call, multiple dead bodies, and a song from your past changes everything you thought you once knew. time has never been your friend, especially when it reopens old wounds. (which only complicates things between you and steve). (and the upside down makes everything worse). (as usual).
episode one - the hellfire club: el writes to you as if youre her husband away at war, you debate the intricate nature of liking boobies with robin and steve, lucas is your beloved while eddie munson is your sworn enemy, steve accidentally exposes your (horribly hidden) daddy issues, dustin is an angsty teen, and jonathan really loves to drop emotional bombshells on you. can you believe this all happens in one day ? lol cheers to senior year !
episode two - vecnas curse: you and billy play marco polo, max interrupts a saturday morning breakfast at the henderson household, robin crushes steves dream of becoming a 1950s housewife, reefer rick has an odd taste in movies, boathouses are creepy in the dark, and eddie munson likes it when you pull his hair.
episode three - the monster and the superhero: you and steve can never have a normal conversation, dustin threatens nasa, eddie sadly eats his cereal because youre mean to him, youre once again nancys biggest fan, dustin and steve have an awkward heart to heart, and you and max become felons together and trauma bond (again) !
episode four - dear billy: steve almost hits lucas with a lamp, you try to trick your boyfriend into a gloomy arrangement, steve and nancy have a Talk, robin suddenly becomes an academic weapon, and max threatens legal action, gets really into hallmark cards, and levitating. all in that order.
episode five - the nina project: you and dustin steal pancakes to spite ted wheeler, steve just wants one morning of peace, nancy takes you to a haunted house, cobwebs are surprisingly intimate to remove from someone, and vecna decides to play flashlight tag with everyone. hes so sweet :)
episode six - the dive: dustin rejects the pity pringles you offer, eddie is straight up not having a good time, nancy does some investigative journalism about you and steve (gossips with robin), and steve suddenly decides he wants to take up scuba diving. for some reason. but hey ! title drop time !
episode seven - the massacre at hawkins lab: bats are really fucking annoying to fight, you always somehow end up critically injured, nancy carries the group on her back as always, eddie gives steve relationship advice (embarassing, tbh), interdimensional bike riding is lowkey fun, and you take a trip down memory lane.
episode eight - papa: steve is on the brink of a constant nervous breakdown, eddie questions your taste in music, you and max go halfsies on your lives, angry hicks are scary, and the end of the world is near so of course now is the time for every emotional conversation ever. duh !
episode nine - the piggyback: operation save hawkins is a go. youre eagle one, steve is currently doing that, eddie is youd be lying if you said you havent thought about it, nancy is it happened once in a dream, robin is if you had to pick a girl, and dustin is eagle two. what could possibly go wrong ? spoiler alert: everything. literally everything goes wrong. might as well break a few promises while youre at it. for the plot. but at least its over, right? .... right?
⌑ status: COMPLETE (for now)
⌑ season four title based on this song x
⌑ blurbs set within "come home" can be found here x
⌑ “come home” season masterlist
*note: this is a part of my stranger things rewrite, “come home”, and other seasons can be found linked above :)
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