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Since this relates to my Aperturestock project, I have two main fonts I use for it.

I use Calibri at 14pt size for the main body, and Aero Font One at 36pt size for chapter titles.

Yes, there’s an Aerosmith font out there. I sometimes use it in my art.

writers do this

reblog and put in the tags which font(s) you use for writing. i’ll go first i use helvetica for drafting and verdana for editing

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Opening for The Fletchers and Freeman Friday, give it up for Lengthy Paragraphs, with their cover of Stairway to Heaven!

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Need this!

Synonyms For Very

This is a masterlist of words that you may use alongside the word very, very being one of the most common words that are used when writing. I hope this helps you as much as it helps me in our writing seem more sophisticated and unique. 

A:

Very accurate - exact Very afraid - fearful Very angry - furious - livid Very annoying - exasperating

B:

Very bad- atrocious Very beautiful- exquisite Very big- immense Very boring- dull Very bright- luminous Very busy- swamped

C:

Very calm- serene Very careful- cautious Very cheap- stingy Very clean- spotless Very clear- obvious Very clever- intelligent Very cold- freezing Very colourful/colorful- vibrant Very competitive- cutthroat Very complete- comprehensive Very confused- perplexed Very conventional- conservative Very creative- innovative Very crowded- bustling Very cute- adorable

D:

Very dangerous- perilous Very dear- cherished Very deep- profound Very depressed- despondent Very detailed- meticulous Very different- disparate Very difficult- arduous Very dirty- filthy Very dry- arid Very dull- tedious

E:

Very eager - keen Very easy - effortless Very empty - desolate Very excited - thrilled Very exciting - exhilarating Very expensive - costly

F:

Very fancy- lavish Very fast- swift Very fat- obese Very friendly- amiable Very frightened- alarmed Very frightening- terrifying Very funny- hilarious

G:

Very glad- overjoyed Very good- excellent Very great- terrific

H:

Very happy- ecstatic Very hard- difficult Very hard-to-find- rare Very heavy- leaden Very high- soaring Very hot- sweltering Very huge- colossal Very hungry- ravenous Very hurt- battered

I:

Very important - crucial Very intelligent - brilliant Very interesting - captivating

J:

Very judgemental - prejudice

K:

L:

Very large- huge Very lazy- indolent Very little- tiny Very lively- vivacious Very long- extensive Very long-term- enduring Very loose- slack Very loud- thunderous Very loved- adored

M:

Very mean- cruel / ruthless Very messy- slovenly

N:

Very neat- immaculate Very necessary- essential Very nervous- apprehensive Very nice- kind Very noisy- deafening

O:

Very often- frequently Very old- ancient Very old-fashioned- archaic Very open- transparent

P:

Very painful- excruciating Very pale- ashen Very perfect- flawless Very poor- destitute Very powerful- compelling Very pretty- beautiful

Q:

Very quick- rapid Very quiet- hushed

R:

Very rainy- pouring Very rich- wealthy

S:

Very sad- sorrowful Very scary- chilling Very serious- grave Very sharp- keen Very shiny- gleaming Very short- brief Very shy- timid Very simple- basic Very skinny- skeletal Very slow- sluggish Very small- petite Very smart- intelligent Very smelly- pungent Very smooth- sleek Very soft- downy Very sorry- apologetic Very special- exceptional Very strong- forceful Very stupid- idiotic Very sure- certain Very sweet- thoughtful

T:

Very talented- gifted Very tall- towering Very tasty- delicious Very thirsty- parched Very tight- constricting Very tiny-minuscule Very tired- exhausted

U:

Very ugly- hideous Very unhappy- miserable Very unusual- incongruous Very upset- distraught

V:

W:

Very warm- hot Very weak- frail Very well-to-do- wealthy Very wet- soaked Very wide- expansive Very willing- eager Very windy- blustery Very wise- sage Very worried- distressed

X:

Y:

Z:

A/N: If you know of any more words I can add please message me.

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Yes! Considering Aperturestock is kinda dialogue-heavy, I need this.

Words to replace said, except this actually helps

nichelle-my-belle:

imagines–assemble:

msocasey:

I got pretty fed up with looking for words to replace said because they weren’t sorted in a way I could easily use/find them for the right time. So I did some myself.

IN RESPONSE TO Acknowledged Answered Protested

INPUT/JOIN CONVERSATION/ASK Added Implored Inquired Insisted Proposed Queried Questioned Recommended Testified

GUILTY/RELUCTANCE/SORRY Admitted Apologized Conceded Confessed Professed

FOR SOMEONE ELSE Advised Criticized Suggested

JUST CHECKING Affirmed Agreed Alleged Confirmed

LOUD Announced Chanted Crowed

LEWD/CUTE/SECRET SPY FEEL Appealed Disclosed Moaned

ANGRY FUCK OFF MATE WANNA FIGHT Argued Barked Challenged Cursed Fumed Growled Hissed Roared Swore

SMARTASS Articulated Asserted Assured Avowed Claimed Commanded Cross-examined Demanded Digressed Directed Foretold Instructed Interrupted Predicted Proclaimed Quoted Theorized

ASSHOLE Bellowed Boasted Bragged

NERVOUS TRAINWRECK Babbled Bawled Mumbled Sputtered Stammered Stuttered

SUAVE MOTHERFUCKER Bargained Divulged Disclosed Exhorted

FIRST OFF Began

LASTLY Concluded Concurred

WEAK PUSY Begged Blurted Complained Cried Faltered Fretted

HAPPY/LOL Cajoled Exclaimed Gushed Jested Joked Laughed

WEIRDLY HAPPY/EXCITED Extolled Jabbered Raved

BRUH, CHILL Cautioned Warned

ACTUALLY, YOU’RE WRONG Chided Contended Corrected Countered Debated Elaborated Objected Ranted Retorted

CHILL SAVAGE Commented Continued Observed Surmised

LISTEN BUDDY Enunciated Explained Elaborated Hinted Implied Lectured Reiterated Recited Reminded Stressed

BRUH I NEED U AND U NEED ME Confided Offered Urged

FINE Consented Decided

TOO EMO FULL OF EMOTIONS Croaked Lamented Pledged Sobbed Sympathized Wailed Whimpered

JUST SAYING Declared Decreed Mentioned Noted Pointed out Postulated Speculated Stated Told Vouched

WASN’T ME Denied Lied

EVIL SMARTASS Dictated Equivocated Ordered Reprimanded Threatened

BORED Droned Sighed

SHHHH IT’S QUIET TIME Echoed Mumbled Murmured Muttered Uttered Whispered

DRAMA QUEEN Exaggerated Panted Pleaded Prayed Preached

OH SHIT Gasped Marveled Screamed Screeched Shouted Shrieked Yelped Yelled

ANNOYED Grumbled Grunted Jeered Quipped Scolded Snapped Snarled Sneered

ANNOYING Nagged

I DON’T REALLY CARE BUT WHATEVER Guessed Ventured

I’M DRUNK OR JUST BEING WEIRDLY EXPRESSIVE FOR A POINT/SARCASM Hooted Howled Yowled

I WONDER Pondered Voiced Wondered

OH, YEAH, WHOOPS Recalled Recited Remembered

SURPRISE BITCH Revealed

IT SEEMS FAKE BUT OKAY/HA ACTUALLY FUNNY BUT I DON’T WANT TO LAUGH OUT LOUD Scoffed Snickered Snorted

BITCHY Tattled Taunted Teased

reblog to save a writer 

excellent resource

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This would be a good ref in case there’s any time in my story where I need to describe a character’s body language.

Writing Body Language

How to Improve your writing

This is something that happens every day in your life. A shift of your eyebrow in skepticism, or the way your lip may twitch to a half smile cause you’re trying not to laugh. These behaviors are vital for writing in character, because not only do the allow you to visually see what is happening but it is also reaffirming whatever emotion your character is showing.

So why should you write it?

Much of human communication is non-verbal which means you need to also translate this non-verbal reaction in a post. It allows you to greatly enhance the emotions of another character and always another person to ‘visually’ see how they feel in a post. Most of all, this will add depth and volume to your post to make it feel more real. IT will make your character feel like a human instead of just another fictional person you look at from above.

Below you will find a list different type of emotions and what sort of body language can be exhibited to them.

Three ways to accent an action.

When writing about emotions, there are different ways to verbally write them out. Each one is unique in their own way, allowing you to show more about the emotion.

Emphasize the Emotion. But doing this, you are expressing both the emotion and the body language. We’ll use a simple example. It’s short and simple yet you can sense he is happy. John felt so happy that he was humming a tune while walking down the hall.

Complicate the Emotion. Sometimes, even when you are feeling one emotion, deep down rooted underneath the facade of it all, there is actually an underlining emotion they feel. This is something you have to truly express otherwise no one will know. John felt so happy that he was humming a tune while walking down the hall. However, it was obvious by the way his nose crinkled that he was disgusted by the actions beforehand. Instead, John covered it up by appearing pleased today.

Contradict the Emotion. This is a little different than complicate. Contradicting means that you are claiming one thing when in fact its the other. In many ways, this has a variety of uses, from inner depth of the truth to what you see in person, or someone creating a wall. It could be considered a lie, but when is anything that easy? John felt so happy that he was humming a tune while walking down the hall. In truth, once he was in the classroom, his shoulders slumped and a pout crossed his lips when no one was around, showing just how displeased he was with the situation.

Remember that you do not always have to contradict or complicate anything. Sometimes all you need to do is emphasize and that will be just fine. You don’t always have to have an underlining complicated for an emotion to make it more enhanced.

Do be afraid to use the Thesaurus to also improve an emotion. Such things as “happy” is a nice emotional word, but think of how much more powerful it is when you heard some is “overjoyed” or “content.” She how these emotions matched up with a body language can give two different styles of happiness? Mix and match to find what works best for your character at the time.

More In Depth Information

What I’ve stated above is more of a simplistic overview. IF you truly want to improve yourself, go to this

LINK HERE

To see just how much body language can reveal about a person. You will find things such as how a person lies, how the eyes reaction, the positioning of a person in personal space, mouth, and head body language and so much more.

Use these resources to greatly increase the reactions of your character to another and create a more life-like world.

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Aperturestock Ch. 2

Chapter Two of the new crossover fic, Aperturestock! In this chapter, Wayne and company meet GLaDOS! They want to get back, but she wants it there! Good luck, boys!

Chapter links:

Ch. 1

Ch. 2 (You are here)

In despair, Wayne and Garth stepped out of the car with Terry following suit. Wayne and Garth found a swimming pool with an inflatable raft. Garth got on the raft, while Wayne edged into the water, and then clung onto the raft. "Jack," Garth whispered, reenacting the Titanic ending. "Jack. ...Jack. There's a boat. Jack. ...Jack. Jack. ...Jack! Jack! There's a boat, Jack! Jack?" Garth started to act-weep as Terry looked on annoyedly. "Come back! Come back! Come back! Come back!" Just then, a face peered around a corner. "I'll never let go," Garth continued. "I promise." He then kissed Wayne's hand, and let Wayne go. Wayne pretended to sink to the deep, holding his breath. Garth then got off the raft and started to swim, making whistle noises. Then the face turned around the corner, revealing a absurdly tall man. "Oi, oi! What're you blokes doing out 'ere?" said the tall man, with a chipper Bristolian accent. Garth turned suddenly to face the man. "Do ya blokes need any 'elp?" the tall man asked. "Oh, actually, we'd like some help," Garth said, pulling Wayne to the surface. The tall, lithe man smiled slightly, flashing a pair of sharp cuspids. He had long blond hair reaching his shoulders, much like Garth and Terry, but a richer caramel tint in his dirty blond hair, with the front locks a cinnamon-like auburn. Slightly obscured by his forelocks were two blue eyes, twinkling like sapphires, with chiseled cheekbones below them. The man also had a Van Dyke, which was slightly ruddier than the rest of his hair. "I can 'elp you blokes," he said. Garth's eyes widened. "Wayne," he said in excitement, "did you hear that? This dude says he can help us!" "No way!" Wayne exclaimed in disbelief. "Way!" Garth softly countered. "He's right, y'know," replied the tall man. The man's face lightened in realization. "Say, are you two the famed Wayne Campbell and Garth Algar?" he asked. "Why, yes we are," said Wayne with utmost affirmation. "And back there is our good friend Terry. Who might you be?" The tall man shifted his cerulean eyes to the side briefly in a nervous moment. "Uhm, well," he replied, "my name's Steven Wheatley, or Wheatley. But folks around 'ere like to call me Toothley, or Tooths fer short, 'cause of my fangs." He paused awkwardly for two seconds. "So, 'ow'd you blokes find yourselves 'ere? Did ya apply fer a job 'ere? Or som'thing?" "I held the map the wrong way," said Garth. "Lemme explain our conundrum better," Wayne suggested. "So you know the Waynestock we had?" Tooths nodded in affirmation. "Okay, so I had a dream where this robot babe told me to hold another one. So me, Garth, and Terry set to go to Chicago to set it up there, and--" "--I held the map wrong," interrupted Garth. "Anyway," Wayne continued, "somehow, we ended up here, and we'd like to know how to get back." "Okay, fair enough," said Tooths. "I can ask HER to get you directions back to Chicago so you can 'ave your Waynestock Two. C'mon, boys. Out of th' pool." Soaked to the bone, Wayne and Garth climbed out of the swimming pool to follow Toothley, with a dry Terry tagging along. Wayne and company could only think as they followed Tooths, "Who the heck is 'her'?" The four went inside the facility, traversing the halls and riding the elevators until they had reached 'her' chamber. And there they were, standing in front of a thirty-foot AI. "Ur, uhm, uh," Toothley stuttered. "Uh, GLaDOS, um, as you can see, I 'ave Wayne an' Garth 'ere, along wit' their friend Terry." GLaDOS squinted her yellow optic. "Toothley," she said in her synthetic voice, "are these the ever-popular Wayne Campbell and Garth Algar?" "Erm, yes, they are," Tooths said nervously. "Wait, wait, hold up a second," Wayne said. "My dream robot babe had that exact voice. And that's GLaDOS, right?" "I'm 'fraid so," said Toothley. "If dream lady had the voice of GLaDOS, then that means..." Wayne continued, looking at his hands. Then suddenly, Wayne and Garth looked at each other. "AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" they screamed in unison. "Okay, I'm not getting their context," said GLaDOS, nonplussed. "Would you two idiots please explain this 'robot lady' in context?" Wayne shook. "Uh, uh, well, y'see, I had this dream where this robot babe told me I should hold a second Waynestock. And--" "--Wait," interrupted GLaDOS, "did you say Waynestock? Like your own little version of Woodstock?" "Y-yes ma'am," stuttered Wayne, nervous that GLaDOS was speaking to him. "Anyway, we had planned to go to Chicago to set it up there, but Garth goofed up reading the map. And we'd like directions back to there." "Actually," GLaDOS suggested, "I have a favor for you two little idiots." Wayne and Garth tilted their heads curiously, wondering what a rogue AI could possibly want from them. "To be honest, being limited to just this facility has its drawbacks. Since you mentioned about this Waynestock, it got me thinking; I haven't seen a rock concert in person. So what I want you two to do is to actually hold your Waynestock here." "Wait, hold up," interjected Wayne, "how will we find bands? I mean, this is Aperture Science, isn't it?" "Well," GLaDOS answered, "I heard there are some bands and musical acts around the facility. Perhaps you can find some." "Oh, we'll find you some bands, GLaDOS," Wayne said. "We'll be sure it'll be a rockin' event." "Your planning room is up two hallways. Good luck," said GLaDOS. She paused for a moment, then pulled up her intercom. "Attention, robots and Aperture Science associates: Please welcome Wayne Campbell and Garth Algar to our facility." Cue excited whooping from turrets unheard by Wayne and company. Then they went on their way. When they came to, Wayne and company were greeted by a personality core. "Oh, he-hey! Wayne and Garth in the flesh!" the core said. "It is so great to meet you guys!" Wayne and Garth waved awkwardly to the core; whom of which had a bright lavender optic with the pattern of a treble clef. "Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm the Music Core, but you can call me Michael." "Michael?" Wayne asked. "Like Michael Jackson?" "Er, yes," said Michael. "Wait," said Garth, "can you play drums or any other instrument?" "Well, no," Michael denied. "I KNOW about instruments, but I can't PLAY them. I'm just basically the music encyclopedia for the entire facility." "Wow," marveled Garth, "do you know our favorite band?" "Hmm... let's see..." Michael faux-pondered, looking at Garth's Aerosmith tee, "...mmm, Aerosmith?" "Wow, how did you know?" said an astonished Garth. "Garth," Wayne said, deadpan, "he can see your shirt." Garth looked down at his tee. "Oh, right," he said. "Silly me." "Okay, but guys, let's get to the real business," Michael said. "You guys said you were planning a Waynestock Two, but GLaDOS turned it on its head and wants it here?" "Yep," said Wayne. "But we have to find bands HERE. She says there's bands here, but aren't they robots and stuff?" "Well, yes," said Michael, "but you shouldn't judge a book by its cover these days. There are some pretty good bands around here." "Wait, 'old up, Michael," Toothley interjected, "there's the Fletchers and Freeman Friday we can invite. Would that be a good start?" Michael thought for a moment. "Actually," he said with certainty, "that's a good idea. Why don't you call them up?" "Yeh, I could do that," said Toothley. "I can just pull 'em up on my phone." Toothley reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, then pulled up his contacts. From there he dialed the Fletchers' lead singer. "...'Ello?" Toothley said. "...He-hey! Good to talk to you, Aero! ........Okay, listen, d'ya mind if you blokes come down to the facility? Wayne and Garth are 'ere! ...I KNOW! It's mad! Wonderful! Anyway, GLaDOS wanted 'em to do a Waynestock Two over 'ere, and I 'ad the BRILLIANT idea of inviting you blokes over! ...You'll come? Alright, good. One other favor, though. Can you invite Gordon and 'is band over too? ...You will? ......Tomorrow? Okay, see you blokes soon! Bye!" "Okay," Tooths said. "The Fletchers'll arrive tomorrow, along wit' Freeman Friday. In the meantime, wot do you blokes want to do?" "I guess some practice," replied Wayne. "We'd want to spice up Waynestock with our own performance, so it rocks hard! Only thing is, I don't know what song we should use." "Wayne," Tooths asked, "d'you mind if I sing for our part? I feel like I should contribute." "No problemo," said Wayne. "You can provide the lead vocals. Only thing is, we need a song." Michael flashed his lavender optic. "Wayne, since you're stuck on a song, how about I suggest some songs for you to choose?" he suggested. "Hmm..." Wayne pondered. "Yeah, sure. Hit me with some." "Okay," said Michael. "How about Foxy Lady?" Garth shook his head. "I'm not sure GLaDOS would approve. She might think it's directed at her." "Alright, how about Dude (Looks Like A Lady)?" Michael continued on. "Mmm.... nah." said Wayne. "Or Shut Up And Dance?" Michael suggested again. "Nah," Wayne denied. "Seems a little unoriginal." "Ah, right," said Michael. "How about Feed My Frankenstein?" Toothley widened his cerulean eyes. "Woah, woah, woah. Michael," he said in rejection, "I am NOT doing an Alice Cooper getup." "Okay then," Michael said, "we have one more option. And that is Head First." "Head First?" Toothley questioned. "Who's that by?" "Well, Tooths," Michael explained, "it's by Aerosmith. But it wasn't on any album. In fact, it was the first song released for online download by a major musical artist group. And this was a year after Get A Grip! Neat, huh?" "Actually," Wayne added, "I think Garth and I got that song long ago, but we kinda forgot how it went." "No problem," said Michael. "I can just pull it up here on my music database." Then Michael did just that. The song started playing. The riffs of a Get A Grip-era guitar filled the room, followed by pounding drums. Once the song kicked into full gear, Wayne and company started singing along, with Toothley bobbing his head to the beat. And when the chorus rolled around, everyone in the room started dancing wildly, even Michael. Then by the last verse, they sang along in unison. Once the song had stopped, Wayne and company were panting slightly from rocking out to the song. "Woooph!" exclaimed Wayne. "I almost forgot how awesome that song was!" "Great!" said Michael. "Now we have a song for you guys. How 'bout we go and practice in the band room two doors down?" "Yeah, let's do that," said Wayne. "But we have to grab our gear first." "Okay," Michael said. "Go ahead and get your stuff." And so Wayne and company did that, traversing the hallways to their car and back. When Wayne and company entered the band room, they found someone practicing a song on a dulcimer-like instrument. Playing the instrument was a man with long, auburn hair and eyes that shone like two polished citrine crystals. The Norwegian man was of average height and build for his nationality, and was clad in a Queen T-shirt and shorts. Leaning forward over the dulcimer, he was performing Walk This Way, even though Wayne and company couldn't guess at first. But once the man got to the chorus in the rich tone of the instrument, Wayne belted out, "Hey! Awesome rendition, dude!" As soon as Wayne uttered this, the man was startled, stopping his performance with a shrill pluck of the melody string. "Oh!" the man exclaimed, seeing Wayne and company. "I didn't see you there! But thank you! I've been working on practicing this song. But, say, didn't GLaDOS say over the intercom you were Wayne and Garth?" "Why, yes we are," Wayne assured. "Though, we have our buddy Terry along as well." Upon hearing this, Terry waved to the man. "Hi, Terry," the man said. He paused. "Oh," he continued, "I haven't introduced myself yet. My name's Virgil Vedlikehold, but you can just call me Virgil." "Hi, Virgil!" Wayne greeted. "Nice to meet ya. Say, what do you do around here?" "I'm the maintenance guy around here," Virgil responded. "I fix some of the components around here, especially the turrets." Wayne looked quizzically at the dulcimer-like instrument Virgil was playing. "And what's that instrument right there?" he said, pointing to it. Virgil turned to look where Wayne was pointing. "Oh!" he exclaimed. "That's a langeleik." "A long-a-what?" Wayne said, confused. "A langeleik," Virgil clarified. "It's a traditional instrument from Norway, where I come from." Wayne and company hadn't noticed then, but at the edge of one wall, a tan man was smiling. He clapped. In a deep and rich voice, he said, "Virgil, Wayne is right! You did a spectacular job!" Startled at the voice, Wayne turned around wildly to find the source, then meeting his brown eyes with a pair of hazel ones. The tanned man got up from his seat. In personal appearance, he looked as if he was a fusion of Wayne and Joey Kramer. His attire was filled with rainbow colors, including a Pink Floyd tank and a rainbow bandana, of all things. His dark brown hair was liberally streaked with rainbow colors, and he had a colorful patch of facial hair running from his lower lip to his chin. Needlessly to say, he was vibrant through and through. "Oh dear, Rainbow!" Virgil cried out. "You scared poor old Wayne! But thank you again anyway!" "Sch'yeah, this rainbow guy scared me!" Wayne said, in shock. "I didn't know he was here!" "Apologies," said the rainbow-emblazoned man. "I didn't mean to startle you, Wayne. By the way, I heard your web show is fantastic!" "Thanks, man!" Wayne said, giving a thumbs-up. "Oh!" Virgil exclaimed. "Wayne, Garth, I almost forgot to introduce him to you! This is Roger Vanadia. He likes to be called 'Rainbow', and he's my special one." "Special one?" asked Wayne. "Special... one?" "Wayne, he probably means they love each other... A LOT," Garth chimed in. "Wait, are they..." Wayne paused awkwardly. Garth nodded. "Okay," Wayne said nervously, "so you guys are gay?" "Yes," Rainbow and Virgil said in unison. Wayne shook for a second. He then took a deep breath, staying as calm as he could, trying not to anger the two, then exhaled. "I get that you're nervous, Wayne," Virgil said. "I understand it's often difficult to accept in this day and age. Just because Rainbow and I have a different sexual orientation doesn't mean we shove it down others' throats. We promise. We lead normal lives." "I'm happy for you, Virg," Wayne said, albeit still a little awkwardly. "But, we need some practice. This show's gonna need it." "A show?" Virgil said. "You're doing a show here?" "Yep," Wayne said. He went on to explain why they were here in the first place, and how GLaDOS wanted the concert there, then told about choosing their own song to perform for said concert. "Ah, I see," Virgil said. "You wanted to practice your own song here. Head First, wasn't it? By Aerosmith?" Wayne nodded. "We've got Tooths on vocals, me on lead guitar, and Garth on drums," he said. "That seems a little thin," Virgil said. "Do you want me to fill the role of rhythm guitar?" "Now that you think about it, go ahead, Virg, and play on your long-a-thing!" Wayne said. "Langeleik, Wayne," Virgil corrected. "But thank you! I can't wait to show the others my langeleik talent!" "Welp, guys," said Michael, "Let's actually get to practicing your song now. I've analyzed the track, and I've printed sheets for your parts." So along they went, studying the notes, beats and rhythm. They did so until everyone was bushed and went to their respective sleeping chambers for the night.

#dalan's writing #Crossover fanfiction #aperturestock #chapter 2 #wayne's world #portal

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Aperturestock Ch. 1

Here’s chapter one of my new crossover fic, Aperturestock! In this chapter, Wayne Campbell has a dream, and plans on doing a Waynestock 2. However, things don’t go out as planned...

It was a balmy summer day in Aurora, Illinois. Wayne and his buddy Garth were with their friend Terry, engaging in a jam session. Practicing their skills on rock songs from the seventies through nineties, it was only time before they had to work on their show, "Wayne's World", at dusk. But due to current technology, public access shows were fading into obscurity, and they soon had to change their format to an online show. This transition was arguably difficult for the crew, as they had to set up more equipment and edit their videos in post, which was quite a step up. Once dusk rolled around, the three headed to their recording den from their music room. "Okay," said Wayne, "it's time for this next session then! Garth, may you supply us with popular video games from our EXQUISITE catalog?" "Uh, sure, Wayne," replied Garth, "Which ones should I get?" Wayne thought for a moment. "How about the ones we thought were excellent the past year, then?" he said. Garth beamed. "Excellent idea." He then darted to their video game catalog to quickly, but carefully choose ten recent games. He then toted them back to the den and placed them on a table, splaying them out like a hand of cards. "Garth, my dude!" Wayne belted out. "Excellent choices!" Garth nodded in agreement. Wayne picked up a few of the cases and pored at them for a few seconds. "Aw man, look at these picks! Deltascape, King's Cry, Thunderrun! This makes for an awesome episode!" he said. "Alright, let's get to ranking these puppies!" "Yeah, let's rank 'em!" Garth chimed, albeit a little awkwardly. Wayne and Garth went on to discuss the rankings of the games and why they would be in that ranking, with Terry helping them to point out the pros and cons. And sure enough, they had a opinionated, but fairly positive list. Then they went ahead and set up for the episode, setting up cameras, hooking up the computers, and went to filming. After they had finished, Wayne huffed with a mighty exclaim, "Whooph! Man, that was a list! I think we did a mighty fine job, now didn't we, boys?" "We sure did!" Garth replied. Wayne heaved a great yawn. "Oh, man, I'm a little bushed!" he said, drowsily. "Garth, can you help Terry edit the video this time? I think I need a little snooze." "Oh, alright, Wayne," said Garth, dejectedly. Wayne sauntered up to his bedroom, came to his bed, and promptly flopped on it. He pulled his blanket atop of him, embellished with the logos of his favorite bands. He quietly drifted off to sleep while Garth and Terry edited the new episode. Then, it happened. Wayne had a dream. He was in a lab. He heard a synthetic voice. "Wayne," the voice called. In his dream, Wayne turned around to find a gynoid robot standing in front of him. Wayne gasped. "Are you..." he asked in hesitation, "a robot babe?" The gynoid slightly scowled at Wayne, her yellow eyes flashing briefly. "Why, yes I am, Wayne," she replied with a slight edge to her voice. "However, that's not why I'm here." From behind her, a blue robotic orb came to her side. "Then what is it then?" Wayne asked. "Do you remember Jim Morrison communicating in this realm?" the gynoid asked. "Now that you mention it, I do!" Wayne replied. He thought for a few seconds, then came with a sudden realization. "WAYNESTOCK TWO!" he promptly blurted out. The gynoid rolled her eyes. "You didn't let me finish, but yes, that's what I meant." Wayne formed his mouth in an ear-to-ear grin. "Excellent!" he exclaimed, while giving a thumbs up. "Thanks, robot babe!" "You're welcome," replied the gynoid. She and the orb faded along with the dream. The next morning, Garth was rudely aroused from slumber. "GARTH! GARTH! GARTH!" Wayne yelled. "Awwgh, gee, what is it, buddy?" asked an oscitant Garth. "Garth," Wayne excitedly shouted, "I had a dream again!" "Was it that recurring dream where you ate the world's biggest doughnut again?" asked Garth, drowsily. "What? No!" Wayne exclaimed. "It's better than that!" "What could be better than a fifty-foot jelly-filled doughnut?" Garth groggily mumbled. "A robot babe, that's what! Scha-WING!" Wayne replied while thrusting his hips forward. "Although, there's more exciting news in store, my friend." "There is?" Garth asked. "Does that mean we'll have a reality of robo-babes soon?" "Maybe someday," Wayne answered, "but that's not the main point. You see, the robot babe told me we should hold a SECOND Waynestock." Garth sat up in bed. "Wait, you're telling me that you had a dream where a robo-babe told you to hold a Waynestock Two?" he asked. "Mmm-hmm," affirmed Wayne. "But wait, don't we have to find a place where this can happen again?" said Garth. "Of course we do," answered Wayne. "We can make it happen. We can just set up shop in Chicago, and find some bands." "Yeah, but how?" asked Garth. "Simple," replied Wayne. "We live in an age of technology. We drive to our designated spot, then we look up the local bands. We have them play their songs, and then we start selling tickets as well as advertising! It'll work, Garth!" "If you insist," Garth replied, unsure. "C'mon, Garth, let's have breakfast and tell this to Terry," Wayne said. "Alright," Garth mumbled. Wayne and Garth then walked to the kitchen. "Alright," said Wayne, "what is it we'll have for breakfast on this fine morning?" "Uh, Choco-Spheres?" Garth suggested. "Garth, I think we had Choco-Spheres yesterday," Wayne replied. "How about... umm," he said as he pored over their cereal shelf, "uhh, Crunchy Rice Squares? Or Honey Oat Rings? Uhh, Magic Mallows? Fruity Fruit Tori? Take your pick, Garth." Garth thought for a moment. "Uhm, I think I'll take Honey Oat Rings," he said. "Honey Oat Rings it is then," Wayne replied. He then took out two bowls, poured the cereal in both, added milk, and stuck a spoon in each. "Bon appetit," he said, as the two began to dig into their cereal. Once they were done eating their breakfast, Wayne and Garth headed to their rooms to get dressed. After they dressed in their usual attire, they headed to their music room. Wayne then called up Terry on his phone. "Yeah hello, Terry? I've got something exciting to talk to you about. Do ya mind being picked up? ...No? Okay, we'll come and pick you up. See ya." He hung up the phone. "Alright, Garth, let's go pick up Terry in our Mirthmobile," he said. And so they went along driving to pick up Terry, munching on a few licorice pieces along the way. After the two picked up Terry to their place, the three sat down in their recording den. "So," Terry asked, "what's the big news?" Wayne smiled. "Well, I had a dream last night," he replied. "I was in a lab, and this robot babe was there. And she told me..." He paused and leaned in for dramatic effect. "...that I, Wayne Campbell, should hold a Waynestock Two." Terry opened his eyes wide. "You really dreamt that?" he asked. "I sure did," Wayne confirmed. Terry shook his head slightly. "Well, s***. I mean it happened with Morrison the first time, and now a robot lady? Huh," he said in awe. "We can make it happen, Terry," Wayne said. "We just gotta pack up our equipment and stuff, and we'll head to Chicago." "Fair enough," Terry said. So the three spent the next ten minutes discussing plans to travel to Chicago. After much considering, they started to pack up their equipment, including their guitar, amp, cameras, mics, and laptop, as well as packing up clothes to wear. Then they went to the Mirthmobile. "Alright, men," Wayne announced, "for our trip to the bustling city of Chicago, which navigation method shall we use?" He pointed to inside the blue Pacer. "The advanced GPS, or the robust map?" "Um," Garth said awkwardly, "how about we go with the map? I don't think I'm comfortable with the GPS yet." "Alright, Garth," said Wayne. "We can make it to Chicago with it." Then, it was time to go. Wayne and company got in the Mirthmobile, with Wayne driving, Garth riding shotgun, and Terry in the back seat. Garth pulled out the paper map, and they started heading to Chicago. Along the way, the three fressed on the licorice rope. Then, somewhere along the way, Garth made an error reading the map. Soon, they were headed up past Chicago on highway 43, and then 41. Finally, they found themselves lost in Upper Michigan after five hours. Wayne had finally parked the Mirthmobile near a science facility in despair. "We're lost," he said with a somber edge to his voice. "Maybe I should've chosen the GPS," Garth said, bleakly. "Yeah, maybe," said Wayne. "Truth is, where are we?" "Somewhere in Michigan, I think," answered Terry.

#dalan's writing #crossover fanfiction #aperturestock #chapter 1 #wayne's world #portal

[thehueofprose]

New Fic Announcement!

That’s right, I decided to actually work on writing something after so long! Here, I’m taking an SNL classic and meshing it together with one of my favorite video game series! Wayne’s World meets Portal!

The premise for the story takes off when Wayne & Garth decide to hold a second Waynestock, but they end up at Aperture Science. Upon meeting GLaDOS face-to-face, she decides that they should instead hold Waynestock 2 there. Cue them finding bands in the facility and such.

Chapter one will be posted soon!

( @mysalyss)

#dalan's writing #new fanfic #crossover fanfiction #wayne's world #wayne campbell #garth algar #portal #aperturestock #alyss hope you're ready because i'm posting chapter one soon enough

[thehueofprose]

Reblogging here for literary purposes!

Some words to use when writing things:

winking

clenching

pulsing

fluttering

contracting

twitching

sucking

quivering

pulsating

throbbing

beating

thumping

thudding

pounding

humming

palpitate

vibrate

grinding

crushing

hammering

lashing

knocking

driving

thrusting

pushing

force

injecting

filling

dilate

stretching

lingering

expanding

bouncing

reaming

elongate

enlarge

unfolding

yielding

sternly

firmly

tightly 

harshly

thoroughly

consistently

precision

accuracy

carefully

demanding

strictly

restriction

meticulously

scrupulously

rigorously

rim

edge

lip

circle

band

encircling

enclosing

surrounding

piercing

curl

lock

twist

coil

spiral

whorl

dip

wet

soak

madly

wildly

noisily

rowdily

rambunctiously

decadent

degenerate

immoral

indulgent

accept

take

invite

nook

indentation

niche

depression

indent

depress

delay

tossing

writhing

flailing

squirming

rolling

wriggling

wiggling

thrashing

struggling

grappling

striving

straining

[thehueofprose]

True Story, Dude

There once was an old modem

That one tap would make it go dim.

Dalan would have to get a new one

To lift off a weighty ton,

Or no Internet access would overload him.

#limerick #this is actually happening ladies and germs #my modem for internet is so old it's very sensitive #part of the reason my 'net was down #probably need to get a new one #sure i can play minecraft offline #but i have to keep my tumblrs as active as possible #plus look out for cool stuff on here

[thehueofprose]

He looked quite youthful, but in fact was actually a quadragenarian. He had a significantly tall stature, and my, oh my, was he ever a looker! To compliment the stature, he was quite slender, fairly hairless and lean to boot, although he was quite a callipygian. Oh, yes. Sure, his rump was an average size, but it had a nice round shape and was quite perky. Moving on from that, his legs were what primarily made up his giant stature. Sleek and long, they were, but they weren't always graceful. Above his semi-graceful legs was his "trail", as everyone called it. It was a blond and slightly faint line of body hair extending from his navel to... well, down there. From above his navel was his lean thorax, bare and oh so glabrous. His areolas were quite large in diameter, about the size of a nickel. This was about as close in comparison to his celebrity crush, and such a specific and strange comparison it was. And although he was quite skinny, he had slightly broad shoulders, where another part of his beauty splayed upon. His face was slightly delicate in form, and slightly oblong with a square-like jawline. His mouth was quite wide in size, though his lips weren't that plump as well. Inside his giant gob were teeth, of course, but his eyeteeth stood out the most, akin to George Harrison. Another feature of his stood out as Beatle-esque, and that was his hook nose, like John Lennon. His rump wasn't the only place where he had defined "cheeks". His zygomatic bones were quite chiseled, giving a handsome look to the whole of his visage. To add to this, he had bright cerulean eyes that brightened and dimmed according to mood. But that wasn't the biggest doozy. Oh, no. It was so much more. It was actually his hair that was quite striking, and for good reason. It was the beauty that cascaded upon his broad shoulders. Oh, that's right. He had shoulder-length hair which was soft and flowing. Most of it was the hue of a sensual dirty blond, but his forelocks were a warm cinnamon-like auburn. These spicy forelocks framed the face quite beautifully. Mmm.

(@mysalyss)

#wheatley #human!wheatley #toothley #this is the first post here on this blog and i'm already going downhill #i can't help that tooths is hot #oh well enjoy everybody