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[shadenight123]

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[Dragonskyt]

That out of the way, come on ladies and gentlemen, throw at me ideas for snippets -possibly, not SI. I know I'm your favorite chew-toy, but let's give the normal characters of stories their spotlight back-

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Some other ideas...
Hmm...
Why not Harry Dresden in Zero no Tsukaima? Where Louise learns to become a private investigator by the big man himself.
Or maybe Kirche summoning a familiar that's too "fiery" to handle.

 

[Mizu]

Ideas for story snippets?
*thinks*
How about something in Digimon?

 

[InfiniteDaze]

Ideas for story snippets?
*thinks*
How about something in Digimon?

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Tamers, it makes the most sense.

 

[dwennon]

Unicorn Gundam, Gundam Build Fighters

 

[Giygas]

An idea for a fanfic, mhhhh.....

Write something about Kirby? Maybe a crossover in which someone ends up in dreamland, says"Wow, what a cute and bright place!" just in time to be present for the umpteenth attack from an eldritch abomination. Maybe make him/her/it interact with Kirby a bit before the attack, to add to the dissonance of the place.

 

[Mizu]

An idea for a fanfic, mhhhh.....

Write something about Kirby? Maybe a crossover in which someone ends up in dreamland, says"Wow, what a cute and bright place!" just in time to be present for the umpteenth attack from an eldritch abomination. Maybe make him/her/it interact with Kirby a bit before the attack, to add to the dissonance of the place.

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...Wait. Kirby's dark?

 

[Dragonskyt]

...Wait. Kirby's dark?

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Spoiler: For your own safety...

 

[InfiniteDaze]

I would kill to read a Infinite Stratos/Lovecraft fanfic.

 

[Ian Drash]

Snippets:
Somebody tries to mug Harry Dresden on the street.

Imperial Navy officer goes home to his Aldeerani wife after the Death Star blows up her homeplanet.

Commander Shepard spends the night in a bar. People still try to get him to solve their problems as he gets drunker and drunker.

 

[Giygas]

...Wait. Kirby's dark?

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The final bosses(And some of the not final ones) are really dark.

One of the tamest(But mostly because he died shortly after being created/freed) is the incarnation of all the Nightmares, which is a very big deal when you need a magical fountain to allow peoples to sleep well(Let's say that the effects of its continued existence would have been catastrophic).

Then there is Zero, mister "I am possessing your planet with my dark matter minions. Oh, and i also will shed my body and attack you as a floating blood dripping eye even if i am half dead, because i really hate you. And it doesn't end! I am going to reincarnate myself with pure hatred once more, using my new body to possess every planet in your 'solar system''! And even if you defeat me, i am going to be still around, given that apparently in the japanese version of a game a villain invoked me to gain more power."

And, last for this list(There are more villains and most of them are at least at the level of these ones) but definitively not least there is Necrodeus, who decided to avoid the whole "I am going to do nothing and be the final boss" thing, by attacking Kirby in the initial cutscene, nullifying his powers, separating him in ten parts and then killing all of them: additionally, even after he failed(One part was miraculously saved by the manifestation of Kirby's Heroic soul) he kept sending his minions to harass Kirby, which in gameplay terms means that every time you travel from one area to the successive you lose all of your kirbys except one.

 

[InfiniteDaze]

And, last for this list(There are more villains and most of them are at least at the level of these ones) but definitively not least there is Necrodeus, who decided to avoid the whole "I am going to do nothing and be the final boss" thing, by attacking Kirby in the initial cutscene, nullifying his powers, separating him in ten parts and then killing all of them: additionally, even after he failed(One part was miraculously saved by the manifestation of Kirby's Heroic soul) he kept sending his minions to harass Kirby, which in gameplay terms means that every time you travel from one area to the successive you lose all of your kirbys except one.

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I remember that game! That mechanic was a dick.

 

[Dragonskyt]

Kirby can also defeat Majin Buu if Screwattack's Deathbattle is to be believed.

 

[Eliar]

The next episode of Hate doki doki would be nice.

As for fiction.... Have you ever entertained the thought of writing something set in the Avengers universe? Possibly Loki or Executioner centric?

 

[shadenight123]

Some other ideas...
Hmm...
Why not Harry Dresden in Zero no Tsukaima? Where Louise learns to become a private investigator by the big man himself.
Or maybe Kirche summoning a familiar that's too "fiery" to handle.

Click to shrink...

The Investigator and the case of the Pink-Haired Banshee

An eldricht abomination some multiverses away sneezed, but this was not his story, and thus we shall ignore it in favor of the other private investigator in question.
Harry Dresden had been having a normal day for him. Wake up, yell at Bob, feed the cat, yell at the world for being unfair, and then snark, a hefty dose of snark, before plopping down at his chair to start working on his latest case. The mysterious appearance and disappearance of people across the globe. Done by magic, clearly, and happening straight in Chicago, clearly, and of course since he was the only Grey Warden in Chicago, it was up to him to solve the problem.
He wouldn't have expected the problem to come straight into his lap as the bacon sizzled in the kitchen's pan.
Thankfully, he had taken the habit of bringing his boomstick everywhere with him, and his faithful duster and mantle weren't that far.
In his kitchen, indeed, a bright green portal opened up. It wasn't like those of the Nevernever variety, and it clearly didn't feel like one of the Fae. The magic behind it, though, that was strong stuff. It was the stuff of nightmares, probably.
And what do we say to the nightmare gods? Not today, not tomorrow, and fucking never if possible.
Thus, Harry Dresden did the next best thing he could think of, and tried to disrupt the portal, which happily exploded and sent him to fly across his kitchen, a grassy plain, and straight-out in front of a gaggle of school-children and very lascivious dressed girls -well, one in particular, with tanned skin and red hair.

The usual shtick when faced with strange, foreign, and potentially dangerous magic things was clearly ingrained into Harry's head by now, and thus he did what he normally did when such things happened.
He courageously -in his opinion- and with most manliness -clearly- bolted, running the hell away. On the plus side, they looked shocked enough to let him run for quite a while.
...
He didn't go far.
...
Fucking dragons loving to play fetch with running Wizards trying to save their hides.

A few months later, Harry Dresden rested his feet on the desk of his newly minted office in the royal palace of Tristain. 'Royal Investigator' had a nice ring on it, but then again, he had earned it. 'Vice-Royal Investigator Pink Banshee' glowered as she looked at him from her, admittedly, smaller desk.
"Why." She was trembling, positively glowing in fury. "Why did I summon you. I could have summoned a dog, a cat, a...a slime. I had to summon you."
"I'm way better than a slime," Harry replied, crinkling his nose as he remembered the slime business in the sewers.
"A flea would have been better!" Louise exclaimed, hands to cover her face as she slammed her elbows down on her desk.
"Come on Pinkie, what's wrong now?"
"I once was the proud last daughter of the Duchess Karin de la Vallière. I am now the dishonored next in line to the throne Louise Françoise, because a familiar that couldn't control himself blew up the school, blew up half the town, burned down the Valliére lands, and burned down half the continent of Albion!"
"Well, that's not a bad thing, is it?"
"IF YOU DIDN'T MAKE THINGS BURN OR EXPLODE, THEN YES, IT WOULDN'T BE!" Louise wailed. "AND THEY EVEN PROMOTED YOU!"
"Well, now, to be fair. You make things blow up to, my dear assistant."
"I don't do it on purpose!"
"Neither do I," Harry said, a small grin on his face.
Thunking her head against the desk, Louise groaned.
...
What next? If this sort of thing kept up, next thing she knew her familiar would blow up the church of Romalia, and she'd end up considered a Saint!
Or maybe he'd burn half the world, and they'd hail her as some sort of Brimir reborn!
Really...what was it with him burning things and the rest of the world liking it!?
Was the world insane or what!?

 

[shadenight123]

I would kill to read a Infinite Stratos/Lovecraft fanfic.

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Dreadful Stratos

They came.
From beyond mortality's comprehension, beyond despair and death and madness, with the cackening lull of a hundred shrieking worlds, torn asunder by the grip of tentacles beyond measurement. The slow, maniacal grinding of rocks against flesh burned into the head of the unfortunate mortals, forced to comprehend infinity, and shattering asunder at such a realization.
Only one understood Eternity, and briefly glimpsed at the powers that shrieked and hurled the world and the universe into motion. Only one young girl watched with mouth agape and blood spewing forth from her eyes the reality of infinity, and in doing so, she understood what needed to be done.
She could not stop eternity. She could not stop the slow grinding down to dust of the planets' death, brought forth by the gaping, salivating jaws of Creatures that went beyond the puny humans ability to fight.
What she could do was sow the seeds of a stronger defense. What she could do was make sure that, if not stopped, they could be slowed. Humanity, even in the thickest of despairs, even in the clouds of a miasmatic depression to its true and final fate, still held on to something many other species lacked.
Hope.
Then again, having hope in the face of the Elder Gods was nothing short than madness.

Blood, thick crimson blood drenched down from the heavens as a circular entity beyond ken shattered the skies and cracked the reality. Dimensions morphed and changed, shrieking their last breath as despair clouded the senses of those who could not fight.
But whereas there were those who could not fight, some could, at least, face off a kindling of hope to fight back.
The starking white Infinite Stratos fought off the bored tentacle of a beast that came from beyond, a beast that had no real purpose, and that simply wandered, dazed and yet intrigued, at the flea biting upon her flesh. A giant fifty-seven bordered eye snapped through the hole in the sky, and then the entity beyond lunged through the crack in reality, which sealed itself behind it.
The buildings exploded in showers of guts and blood, as the ground morphed to become the feast of the unholy monster. His will that of a God, his desires that of a newborn infant.
Yet the white knight fought, a blazing sword in hand, a scream at the lips of a woman who had only one precious thing to lose, should she fail in halting the madness.
And win she did.

Oh, win she did.

But at what price?

Years later, Ichika Orimura enrolled in the Infinite Stratos academy, and as he did, he waved goodbye to a smiling Chifuyu, whose photo returned the bright smile.
The photo was so different from her real self, a slobbering wreck of spasms and nervous ticks, pleading for a final bullet to end her pain, tied up tighter than ever in a padded room, shrieking of monsters in the cracks of the padding, and in the pores of her skin.

To ensure her sacrifice would not be in vain, he would fight.

And maybe, with time, she might remember his face too.

 

[AckermannFxn]

The Investigator and the case of the Pink-Haired Banshee

An eldricht abomination some multiverses away sneezed, but this was not his story, and thus we shall ignore it in favor of the other private investigator in question.
Harry Dresden had been having a normal day for him. Wake up, yell at Bob, feed the cat, yell at the world for being unfair, and then snark, a hefty dose of snark, before plopping down at his chair to start working on his latest case. The mysterious appearance and disappearance of people across the globe. Done by magic, clearly, and happening straight in Chicago, clearly, and of course since he was the only Grey Warden in Chicago, it was up to him to solve the problem.
He wouldn't have expected the problem to come straight into his lap as the bacon sizzled in the kitchen's pan.
Thankfully, he had taken the habit of bringing his boomstick everywhere with him, and his faithful duster and mantle weren't that far.
In his kitchen, indeed, a bright green portal opened up. It wasn't like those of the Nevernever variety, and it clearly didn't feel like one of the Fae. The magic behind it, though, that was strong stuff. It was the stuff of nightmares, probably.
And what do we say to the nightmare gods? Not today, not tomorrow, and fucking never if possible.
Thus, Harry Dresden did the next best thing he could think of, and tried to disrupt the portal, which happily exploded and sent him to fly across his kitchen, a grassy plain, and straight-out in front of a gaggle of school-children and very lascivious dressed girls -well, one in particular, with tanned skin and red hair.

The usual shtick when faced with strange, foreign, and potentially dangerous magic things was clearly ingrained into Harry's head by now, and thus he did what he normally did when such things happened.
He courageously -in his opinion- and with most manliness -clearly- bolted, running the hell away. On the plus side, they looked shocked enough to let him run for quite a while.
...
He didn't go far.
...
Fucking dragons loving to play fetch with running Wizards trying to save their hides.

A few months later, Harry Dresden rested his feet on the desk of his newly minted office in the royal palace of Tristain. 'Royal Investigator' had a nice ring on it, but then again, he had earned it. 'Vice-Royal Investigator Pink Banshee' glowered as she looked at him from her, admittedly, smaller desk.
"Why." She was trembling, positively glowing in fury. "Why did I summon you. I could have summoned a dog, a cat, a...a slime. I had to summon you."
"I'm way better than a slime," Harry replied, crinkling his nose as he remembered the slime business in the sewers.
"A flea would have been better!" Louise exclaimed, hands to cover her face as she slammed her elbows down on her desk.
"Come on Pinkie, what's wrong now?"
"I once was the proud last daughter of the Duchess Karin de la Vallière. I am now the dishonored next in line to the throne Louise Françoise, because a familiar that couldn't control himself blew up the school, blew up half the town, burned down the Valliére lands, and burned down half the continent of Albion!"
"Well, that's not a bad thing, is it?"
"IF YOU DIDN'T MAKE THINGS BURN OR EXPLODE, THEN YES, IT WOULDN'T BE!" Louise wailed. "AND THEY EVEN PROMOTED YOU!"
"Well, now, to be fair. You make things blow up to, my dear assistant."
"I don't do it on purpose!"
"Never do I," Harry said, a small grin on his face.
Thunking her head against the desk, Louise groaned.
...
What next? If this sort of thing kept up, next thing she knew her familiar would blow up the church of Romalia, and she'd end up considered a Saint!
Or maybe he'd burn half the world, and they'd hail her as some sort of Brimir reborn!
Really...what was it with him burning things and the rest of the world liking it!?
Was the world insane or what!?

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YES.

Also, should the "never do I" be "neither do I"? It's fine if it's an idiom, but it's not one that I'm familiar with as a random American.

 

[shadenight123]

YES.

Also, should the "never do I" be "neither do I"? It's fine if it's an idiom, but it's not one that I'm familiar with as a random American.

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Ops.
My mistake.

 

[InfiniteDaze]

Dreadful Stratos

They came.
From beyond mortality's comprehension, beyond despair and death and madness, with the cackening lull of a hundred shrieking worlds, torn asunder by the grip of tentacles beyond measurement. The slow, maniacal grinding of rocks against flesh burned into the head of the unfortunate mortals, forced to comprehend infinity, and shattering asunder at such a realization.
Only one understood Eternity, and briefly glimpsed at the powers that shrieked and hurled the world and the universe into motion. Only one young girl watched with mouth agape and blood spewing forth from her eyes the reality of infinity, and in doing so, she understood what needed to be done.
She could not stop eternity. She could not stop the slow grinding down to dust of the planets' death, brought forth by the gaping, salivating jaws of Creatures that went beyond the puny humans ability to fight.
What she could do was sow the seeds of a stronger defense. What she could do was make sure that, if not stopped, they could be slowed. Humanity, even in the thickest of despairs, even in the clouds of a miasmatic depression to its true and final fate, still held on to something many other species lacked.
Hope.
Then again, having hope in the face of the Elder Gods was nothing short than madness.

Blood, thick crimson blood drenched down from the heavens as a circular entity beyond ken shattered the skies and cracked the reality. Dimensions morphed and changed, shrieking their last breath as despair clouded the senses of those who could not fight.
But whereas there were those who could not fight, some could, at least, face off a kindling of hope to fight back.
The starking white Infinite Stratos fought off the bored tentacle of a beast that came from beyond, a beast that had no real purpose, and that simply wandered, dazed and yet intrigued, at the flea biting upon her flesh. A giant fifty-seven bordered eye snapped through the hole in the sky, and then the entity beyond lunged through the crack in reality, which sealed itself behind it.
The buildings exploded in showers of guts and blood, as the ground morphed to become the feast of the unholy monster. His will that of a God, his desires that of a newborn infant.
Yet the white knight fought, a blazing sword in hand, a scream at the lips of a woman who had only one precious thing to lose, should she fail in halting the madness.
And win she did.

Oh, win she did.

But at what price?

Years later, Ichika Orimura enrolled in the Infinite Stratos academy, and as he did, he waved goodbye to a smiling Chifuyu, whose photo returned the bright smile.
The photo was so different from her real self, a slobbering wreck of spasms and nervous ticks, pleading for a final bullet to end her pain, tied up tighter than ever in a padded room, shrieking of monsters in the cracks of the padding, and in the pores of her skin.

To ensure her sacrifice would not be in vain, he would fight.

And maybe, with time, she might remember his face too.

Click to shrink...

All of my yes! You cut it off when it was getting good! I will torture souls to have more!

 

[doperskiller]

Hey. What's up shades?

 

[Dragonskyt]

The Investigator and the case of the Pink-Haired Banshee

An eldricht abomination some multiverses away sneezed, but this was not his story, and thus we shall ignore it in favor of the other private investigator in question.
Harry Dresden had been having a normal day for him. Wake up, yell at Bob, feed the cat, yell at the world for being unfair, and then snark, a hefty dose of snark, before plopping down at his chair to start working on his latest case. The mysterious appearance and disappearance of people across the globe. Done by magic, clearly, and happening straight in Chicago, clearly, and of course since he was the only Grey Warden in Chicago, it was up to him to solve the problem.
He wouldn't have expected the problem to come straight into his lap as the bacon sizzled in the kitchen's pan.
Thankfully, he had taken the habit of bringing his boomstick everywhere with him, and his faithful duster and mantle weren't that far.
In his kitchen, indeed, a bright green portal opened up. It wasn't like those of the Nevernever variety, and it clearly didn't feel like one of the Fae. The magic behind it, though, that was strong stuff. It was the stuff of nightmares, probably.
And what do we say to the nightmare gods? Not today, not tomorrow, and fucking never if possible.
Thus, Harry Dresden did the next best thing he could think of, and tried to disrupt the portal, which happily exploded and sent him to fly across his kitchen, a grassy plain, and straight-out in front of a gaggle of school-children and very lascivious dressed girls -well, one in particular, with tanned skin and red hair.

The usual shtick when faced with strange, foreign, and potentially dangerous magic things was clearly ingrained into Harry's head by now, and thus he did what he normally did when such things happened.
He courageously -in his opinion- and with most manliness -clearly- bolted, running the hell away. On the plus side, they looked shocked enough to let him run for quite a while.
...
He didn't go far.
...
Fucking dragons loving to play fetch with running Wizards trying to save their hides.

A few months later, Harry Dresden rested his feet on the desk of his newly minted office in the royal palace of Tristain. 'Royal Investigator' had a nice ring on it, but then again, he had earned it. 'Vice-Royal Investigator Pink Banshee' glowered as she looked at him from her, admittedly, smaller desk.
"Why." She was trembling, positively glowing in fury. "Why did I summon you. I could have summoned a dog, a cat, a...a slime. I had to summon you."
"I'm way better than a slime," Harry replied, crinkling his nose as he remembered the slime business in the sewers.
"A flea would have been better!" Louise exclaimed, hands to cover her face as she slammed her elbows down on her desk.
"Come on Pinkie, what's wrong now?"
"I once was the proud last daughter of the Duchess Karin de la Vallière. I am now the dishonored next in line to the throne Louise Françoise, because a familiar that couldn't control himself blew up the school, blew up half the town, burned down the Valliére lands, and burned down half the continent of Albion!"
"Well, that's not a bad thing, is it?"
"IF YOU DIDN'T MAKE THINGS BURN OR EXPLODE, THEN YES, IT WOULDN'T BE!" Louise wailed. "AND THEY EVEN PROMOTED YOU!"
"Well, now, to be fair. You make things blow up to, my dear assistant."
"I don't do it on purpose!"
"Neither do I," Harry said, a small grin on his face.
Thunking her head against the desk, Louise groaned.
...
What next? If this sort of thing kept up, next thing she knew her familiar would blow up the church of Romalia, and she'd end up considered a Saint!
Or maybe he'd burn half the world, and they'd hail her as some sort of Brimir reborn!
Really...what was it with him burning things and the rest of the world liking it!?
Was the world insane or what!?

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Loving it! Haha, good ol' Dresden and his uncanny ability of burning down everything.

 

[Frakir's brother]

Dreadful Stratos

They came.
From beyond mortality's comprehension, beyond despair and death and madness, with the cackening lull of a hundred shrieking worlds, torn asunder by the grip of tentacles beyond measurement. The slow, maniacal grinding of rocks against flesh burned into the head of the unfortunate mortals, forced to comprehend infinity, and shattering asunder at such a realization.
Only one understood Eternity, and briefly glimpsed at the powers that shrieked and hurled the world and the universe into motion. Only one young girl watched with mouth agape and blood spewing forth from her eyes the reality of infinity, and in doing so, she understood what needed to be done.
She could not stop eternity. She could not stop the slow grinding down to dust of the planets' death, brought forth by the gaping, salivating jaws of Creatures that went beyond the puny humans ability to fight.
What she could do was sow the seeds of a stronger defense. What she could do was make sure that, if not stopped, they could be slowed. Humanity, even in the thickest of despairs, even in the clouds of a miasmatic depression to its true and final fate, still held on to something many other species lacked.
Hope.
Then again, having hope in the face of the Elder Gods was nothing short than madness.

Blood, thick crimson blood drenched down from the heavens as a circular entity beyond ken shattered the skies and cracked the reality. Dimensions morphed and changed, shrieking their last breath as despair clouded the senses of those who could not fight.
But whereas there were those who could not fight, some could, at least, face off a kindling of hope to fight back.
The starking white Infinite Stratos fought off the bored tentacle of a beast that came from beyond, a beast that had no real purpose, and that simply wandered, dazed and yet intrigued, at the flea biting upon her flesh. A giant fifty-seven bordered eye snapped through the hole in the sky, and then the entity beyond lunged through the crack in reality, which sealed itself behind it.
The buildings exploded in showers of guts and blood, as the ground morphed to become the feast of the unholy monster. His will that of a God, his desires that of a newborn infant.
Yet the white knight fought, a blazing sword in hand, a scream at the lips of a woman who had only one precious thing to lose, should she fail in halting the madness.
And win she did.

Oh, win she did.

But at what price?

Years later, Ichika Orimura enrolled in the Infinite Stratos academy, and as he did, he waved goodbye to a smiling Chifuyu, whose photo returned the bright smile.
The photo was so different from her real self, a slobbering wreck of spasms and nervous ticks, pleading for a final bullet to end her pain, tied up tighter than ever in a padded room, shrieking of monsters in the cracks of the padding, and in the pores of her skin.

To ensure her sacrifice would not be in vain, he would fight.

And maybe, with time, she might remember his face too.

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This. I like this. It gives IS a reason to exist, it gives humanity a goal, and it seems like just the kind of story I like most.

 

[shadenight123]

Hey. What's up shades?

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Nothing much. It's been a while knuckz >.>

How's ffnet these days?

...

I reckon people are still waiting for the stories over there on my account to update, aren't they?

 

[Dark Ness]

I reckon people are still waiting for the stories over there on my account to update, aren't they?

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Yes, yes they are.

 

[Uxion]

Ok, idea, how about a story set in 40k about the Final Battle?

 

[Lalzparty]

How about Nanoha in WH