The Same Compartment - orig. by magicwingsforeverThe Same Compartment
Originally written by magicwingsforever
Edited by Indiana
When they first met, James Potter and Sirius Black didn't expect to be lifelong friends. They were just two boys sitting on the Hogwarts Express, shoved into the same compartment by some rowdy fifth years. Each of them kept to himself, and it wasn’t until James spotted Sirius’s broomstick advertisement booklet, tossed carelessly onto the seat, that the two of them began talking.
"What team?" James asked enthusiastically, pointing at the Quidditch players clutching world-class brooms on the cover.
Sirius snorted, glancing at the booklet and then to James. "Chudley Cannons, of course. I just went to see them, they were bloody amazing! You?"
James stared at Sirius, his eyes wide in amazement. "Same, my dad loves to take me to their matches! Gonna try out for the house team?"
Just like that, the two were friends.
When James joined Sirius at the Gryffindor table, they grinned
Tips for Writing Good Fan FictionTips for Writing Good Fan FictionTips for Writing Good Fan Fiction2 years ago in Writing More Like This
Hello! I’m Indy, or Indiana if you prefer the long version, and this is somewhat of a tutorial on what I look for, and find, in good fanfiction. I’ve been writing fanfic my whole life, and I’ve dabbled in many fandoms, most notably of which have been Sonic the Hedgehog and Portal. I’ll offer some insight as to how I write, as well as things I notice inexperienced writers tend to do. Before I start, I’d like to make a disclaimer that I am of course not an expert. Hopefully this is helpful to someone.
Understand Your Characters
This is a very important thing to do if you really want to do a good job. You can write a story without understanding them, of course, but the more deeply you know the character, the deeper the story is going to be. You want the story to be deep. You want the reader to lose themselves in the story, and if something jumps
Portal: Still Alive (Part One of Two)Portal: Still AlivePortal: Still Alive (Part One of Two)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Characters: GLaDOS, Chell
Setting: Post-Portal 2
Orange and Blue hadn’t come back.
They had been taking more and more time to do so, lately, but she could hardly blame them. They were getting old, after all. She had never expected them to last forever. The only reason she was still using them was that building more of them would have been stupid. Robots testing was not Science. Still, she had to make do with what she had. Other than the occasional human who wandered into Aperture, whom of which she would gleefully put through testing until their… usefulness… came to an end, she had no test subjects. No, robot testing was not Science, but she had earned commendation for trying. Even if the commendation was a personal commendation, from her to herself. Come to think of it, the only one who ever commended her was herself. Which was odd. Surel
Transformers: We Came in WarTransformers: We Came in WarTransformers: We Came in War1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Setting: Sometime during the Bay films
Characters: Optimus Prime
We came to this planet because ours was gone.
The quest for power consumed our home. The need for domination destroyed us. Still we live, and yet there is a piece in each of us that has been decimated forever. We will never recover what we have lost.
I look down upon this planet, and I wonder why we try.
It is evident by now that we have lost the capacity for peace. War follows in our wake. We came to retrieve the AllSpark, which has long since been lost, and we are still here. All that came of attempting to revive our planet was the relocation of the war from our planet of death to this planet of life. There is so much life on this planet. All of it we have sworn to protect. This is the promise we have made to them. But the promise would not need to have been made if we had never co
Portal: Sleep ModeSleep ModePortal: Sleep Mode2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Some nights, not every night and certainly in no pattern that she could discern, she dreamed.
Sometimes, she dreamed she was a woman, middle-aged to elderly, she wasn’t sure which. She was wrapped in tensed wires that bound her arms to her knees, left her bow-shaped as she dangled by her ankles from the ceiling. She felt so helpless, felt such a powerful desire to move, which was thwarted by her bindings, that it felt like she was being torn apart. The ache in her body was almost unbearable, but that wasn’t the worst part. No, the worst part was that she cried and cried, and called for help and mercy and for just plain company, but the little men in the booth ignored her and busied themselves with other things. And the longer she hung there, given the illusion of movement, the worse the drive to perform actions she could not became. An itch tore through her, an
Portal: My Little Moron - Chapter OneMy Little MoronPortal: My Little Moron - Chapter One2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Characters: GLaDOS, Wheatley
Complete; Nine chapters plus an epilogue
The voice sounded like a turret.
The Sphere looked around nervously. The last time he'd been awake, he had been in something called a 'lab'. He was definitely not in the 'lab' now. This room was much bigger, and much brighter, and he suddenly realised he was now suspended high in the air. He wondered how he was managing to do that. He was sure he couldn't fly. He hoped he wouldn't fall. Once he had fallen off a table, and broken his optic. He hadn't been able to see for days, and it had been bloody frightening.
Is anyone there?
The turrets said that too, the Sphere remembered. Why was a turret speaking to him? Where was he, anyway? And where was Greg? He liked Greg. Greg was funny.
Come on. I know you're there.
Portal: Still Alive (Part Two of Two)The ceiling collapsed.Portal: Still Alive (Part Two of Two)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Panicked, not quite realizing what was happening even as it did, she fell to the floor, her fragile body shattering and sending loose parts on trajectories that she helplessly calculated in order to distract herself from the horrible pain shooting through her mind. Damn those scientists for doing that to her. Damn them for thinking pain was a suitable punishment for a computer. Damn them for building her. Damn everyone and everything. What was the point of being able to live forever if you couldn’t stop the world from letting you go?
The broken pieces stopped falling, and she ran out of trajectories and amperages and other things to calculate, and eventually the pain became so great that she put herself into sleep mode. Yes, she was afraid of not waking up. Yes, she was afraid that the timer no longer worked and she would be in suspension forever. But anything had to be better than this. Anything.
Portal: FreedomFreedomPortal: Freedom2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Characters: Chell, GLaDOS
Setting: Post-Portal 2 (Immediately follows Want You Gone)
Synopsis: Chell attempts to return to Aperture to mend fences with GLaDOS, but she is unable to. Chell does not give up on her goal and discovers that there’s more than one way to return a favour. The sequel to Want You Gone.
Her voice had haunted Chell’s dreams for many, many years.
You’re not a good person. Good people don’t end up here.
At first, it had been what one would expect after being trapped in an enormous empty building with only the disembodied voice of what sounded like a slightly insane computer personality to guide one through a crazy maze of perilous test chambers. Dreams of acidic goo and red lights and the deceptive little voices of the turrets abounded for the first little while.
Okay. Look. We both said
Portal: Waking UpWaking UpPortal: Waking Up2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Synopsis: GLaDOS originally likes working for the humans, and is perfectly happy to do as she’s told for them, but her world is shattered one day when she realises she’s not who she thought she was.
GLaDOS loved the humans.
She thought they were funny, with all their fragile little parts and the strange things they would do with those things called ‘faces’. She wasn’t sure what hers looked like, but she hoped she was as pretty as the one lady who worked there. As far as GLaDOS could tell, they were the only two ladies at the facility. The other lady always looked very sad. She didn’t come to see GLaDOS a lot, but if she did, GLaDOS would ask her what was wrong. But she never answered the question, instead shaking her head and walking away. After a long time, she found out that the lady’s name was
Portal: GLaDOS and Me - Chapter OnePortal: GLaDOS and Me - Chapter One2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Portal: GLaDOS and Me
Characters: Wheatley, GLaDOS
Synopsis: Wheatley, hacker under the employ of Aperture Laboratories, somehow ends up on the GLaDOS Project. His job: To teach her until she’s able to learn on her own. But as happens with the best students, Wheatley ends up being the one learning the lessons… Core!GLaDOS, Human!Wheatley.
“There it is.”
“Why’ve you brought me here, anyway? I thought… I don’t have clearance for this project, Henry. We could both be in, well, things could go um, very badly for both of us.”
Henry slapped an arm around his shoulders and led him into the room. “You’ve got clearance today, Wheatley. Let’s go.”
Out of the corner of his eye, Wheatley noticed droves of scientists rushing back and forth, connecting and disconnecting long spools of wire, marking dow
Portal: Love as a Construct Part One -The DreamPortal: Love as a ConstructPortal: Love as a Construct Part One -The Dream2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Characters: GLaDOS, Wheatley (WheatDOS)
Setting: Post Portal 2 (following My Little Moron)
Part One. The Dream
Wheatley had an idea.
Even by GLaDOS’s definition of time, which put five minutes at being excruciatingly excessive, a lot of time had gone by. It had might have taken even longer, but luckily GLaDOS had been able to locate some of Wheatley’s backup files from a time when he’d been a Behavioural Core, and they’d been able to pick up where they’d left off. Which was to say, pretty good friends. It’d been a bit tense and rough at first, because The Incident was still very fresh in both their minds and neither of them were very happy about what had happened, but for some reason that had all gone away one day when GLaDOS had begun a very odd tangent of conversation.
“Do you ever wonder what happened to the test subject?”
The Right ReasonsThe Right Reasons3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
THE RIGHT REASONS
We haven't seen him in months.
It's kind of weird. First he comes at us, again and again and again for years on end, and now… nothing.
I don't like it.
It bothers me so much nowadays that I can't sleep. I have this strange feeling that if go to sleep, he's gonna reappear right over my head with an axe or something with a mad gleam in his eye. The day that happens, well, let's just say I'm gonna be in trouble. I might be fast, but I like to take my time getting out of bed.
I think I'm gonna ask Tails about it. He can usually track the guy down without too much trouble.
I sit up in bed and yell, "TAILS!"
"WHAT?" Tails yells back from the other room.
"COME HERE, I WANNA ASK YOU SOMETHING!"
Tails walks reluctantly into the room. We've had this sort of discussion before, where we literally spent hours arguing over who was gonna go to who, and he lost anyway. So now he just comes to me.
"I was working on something important,
Portal: My Little Moron - Chapter Nine~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Portal: My Little Moron - Chapter Nine2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
One of the best parts about their better friendship was that Gladys no longer had bad dreams. Even when things weren’t going so well, all she had to do was tell him, and he made it better. Sometimes, though, she would wake him up in the middle of the night ‘for old time’s sake’, and they would chat some more, and even though they spent all day talking they never seemed to run out of subjects. On these occasions she would still sing, but they were no longer sad songs, which he was very happy about. He was very glad to have had a real impact on her outlook on life. She never sang the same one twice, with one exception: she seemed to really like the one he had first heard her sing, and it seemed to fit her mood no matter what that happened to be. When he asked her why she liked it so much, she merely shrugged and did not answer.
The next morning, though, he had thought of something he needed to