#I'm a little out of practice cuz I haven't done a fic in so long

[ticklykitty216]

Hey, been a while since I sent anything, huh? Not sure If you plan on writing anything, but when you do, I wanna see something with any of the robotic brawlers!

(What’s this? Me? Finally getting to the asks in my inbox? ABSURD!!)

(I’m so sorry I haven’t done these, I lost my motivation for fics after Belle’s update, but now I’m back >:3c)

(Also you guys get to enjoy some fluff besides the actual tickling so you guys are getting FED tonight)

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Stu didn’t know how he’d become a guardian, but he wasn’t going to complain. 

It was common for brawlers in the same trio to live together but when it came to Stu ‘home’ was a tricky situation. Yes, he did have a house but he very rarely used his house, let alone was in it enough for it to be considered lived in. When you lived your life as a stunt dummy most of your days were spent in the robot maintenance section of Starr Parks getting put back together after a failed stunt.

So to be living in his house again for over at least 2 months now, and with other people now sharing the space with you is jarring to say the least. When Stu had heard about his new trio mates he hadn’t been too interested, during this point in his life a lot of stuff had lost interest in the stunt robot. He was just focused on his stunts and keeping the park goers entertained, but when he had actually met them and seen just how young and impressionable they were was a slap to the face, especially the youngest sister Bonnie.

Stu sobered up quickly and then began to panic from the state he’d let himself get into when Janet and Bonnie had shown up with basically no place to live (they had arrived at the park with little warning but had shown such prowess that the higher up had let them in). After many days of working and cleaning the neglected house (and keeping the robot out of maintenance long enough) the house had finally been in a livable state (for a human at least) to stay at. And after more months of decorating and bonding the house had become so much more lively.

Stu was knocked out of his thoughts when his sensors picked up the very familiar smell of something burning, he looked back to the stove top and cursed as he watched one of the pancakes he’d been making get burned and moved quickly to put out the piece of food. Once the fire hazard had been dealt with he cursed again as he threw it in the trash, he’d been about to get another one going when- “UNCLE STU!!” Bonnie yelled as she ran through the kitchen’s doorway, not having yet put on her boots, she stopped and slid a few feet before finally landing in front of Stu and wrapping her tiny arms around his middle in a hug. Stu laughed and patted her head “H-H-hey kiddo! Looks like someONES in a gOoD mood!” Stu said and Bonnie let go of him and started to stomp her feet in excitement “Today’s the first day I get to battle ALL BY MYSELF!!” Bonnie shouted and threw out her arms for emphasis. Stu laughed, “Good for you ki-kiddo!” Stu looked up to see a much more tired and less enthusiastic Janet walk in, she had her usual outfit minus the helmet and boots, her hair was a mess and she was moving much slower compared to her sister.

“Janet! Did you hear? Did you hear?!” Bonnie ran over to her sister and grabbed her hand with her sleeved hands and tugged on her towards the dinner table “Yes BonnieI heard, you wouldn’t stop talking about it since last night…” Janet said groggily as she allowed herself to be dragged by her younger sister, “Hey Stu…” Janet lazily waved to him. “Hel-lo Janet.” Stu said as he placed the remaining pancakes on a large plate and brought them over to the table as both sisters sat down. “Hey, there’s not a whole lot of pancakes here!” Bonnie said as she started to load pancakes onto her plate, “Yeah, and something smells burnt, Stu, did you burn the pancakes again?” Janet asked, seeming much more alert now.

Stu laughed nervously as he moved over to a cupboard “N-Noo-o-o-oo…” Stu said as he pulled out a can of oil and wheeled back over to the table and sat down. Janet looked at her plate of pancake and put 2 more onto Bonnie's plate, which she cheered to and Stu chuckled. They sat in silence for a couple of moments eating, Stu and Janet eating slowly while Bonnie was scarfing down her food, “Bonnie slow down! You’ll give yourself a tummy ache!” Janet said. “I can’t help it! I’m too excited to wait!” Bonnie said as she shoveled more pancakes into her mouth, Stu chuckled again “Yeah, l-liSTen to your sister.” Stu said as he placed the metal straw of the oil can to a small hole in his face where a mouth would be. Bonnie pouted but did as she was told.

Peace was restored, but Bonnie looked at Stu with a strange fascination. This had been the first time that they actually ate together in the same room as one another, and Janet and Bonnie had never seen Stu eat. Bonnie tilted her head “Uncle Stu?” “Yes?” “How come you don’t eat like the other robots?” Bonnie asked and Stu set the oil can on the table “I-I’m an older. Model. Of the roBOTS you s-see aro-ound the. Parks.” Stu said. “Yeah, but Barley’s an older bot and he eats people food!” Bonnie said putting another piece of pancake in her mouth, “Barley was uPGRADED to have a ‘b-b-better sto-o-mach’, iT CAN process human. Food.” said Stu. “And how come you don’t have the upgrade?” Janet asked this time and Stu put one of his arms around the back of the dinner chair, “To-o-o-oo expeNSIVE, e-especially when y-o-o-ou get as B-B-BUSted up as I dO.” Stu said and waved his opposite hand, as if to wave the thought away. “Is that why you still haven’t fixed your voice box?” Bonnie asked leaning over the table towards Stu, he, caught off guard by the question, coughed awkwardly and looked away “M-mAYBe..” Stu said and put the metal straw back to his ‘mouth’ and slurped at the rest of the oil. “Well I like your voice! It’s funny!” Bonnie said and put the rest of the pancakes in her mouth, “A-Ahaha.. Th-a-anks kid..” Stu said, but seemed upset. Stu wasn’t a bot to easily be upset about things, but his voice was a sore spot to discuss. He had a normal voice before, when he took an extreme fall and managed to knock his own head off from the force of him hitting the edge of a ramp and had lost bits of his voice box in the process, Pam had offered to replace the part but Stu didn’t have the means to repay her (he was already in debt to her for all the repairs she did on him, he didn’t need this as well).

Janet had picked up on Stu’s sudden mood shift but Bonnie had already jumped out of her chair and was pointing towards the front door, “Come on slowpokes! Let’s gooooo!!” she said as Janet got up and grabbed her helmet from the shelf next to the door “Calm down Bonnie! The events aren’t going anywhere, besides you still don’t have your boots on!” Janet said as Stu ‘stood’ up and watched Bonnie run over to the door and put her boots on “Come on, come on, come ooooon!!” Bonnie wailed impatiently as Janet took her sweet time to put her boots on. Stu laughed, “E-E-Easy the-r-re spitFIRE!” Stu said, putting the plates in the sink and tossed Janet her microphone. Bonnie huffed ran over and behind Stu and grabbed him by the hips to push him towards the door, “Let’s GOOOOO!!” Bonnie yelled and Stu, startled, put his breaks on and shrieked.

Janet jumped and Bonnie let go of Stu and looked up with fear and concern “Are you ok Uncle Stu? Did I hurt you..?” Bonnie asked and Stu could feel his internal fans kick on. Bonnie hadn’t hurt the stunt robot, but had rather tickled him, something he didn’t know he still was. “I-I-I-I Um, I yOU di-i-in’t hUrt- NO, I’m oKAAAAY?” Stu said, his voice glitching and fluctuating more than it normally did. Bonnie, confused, grabbed his hips again and this time Stu dashed forward and squealed, Janet laughed, “Was that you or your tire?” she asked and Bonnie grinned. “HEy! Do-o-o-on’t yOu have A MATCh t-to gEEeEt tO-OHOHO?!” Stu suddenly laughed as Bonnie placed her hands around his hips again and started to furiously squeeze the metal there.

“AAAHAH-AHAHA kiHIhIHIHIDdO NO-O-OHOHAHA!!” Stu laughed and hunched over as her tiny hands assaulted his metallic hips “I never knew you were ticklish Uncle Stu!” Bonnie squealed as she circled around to his front. “Me neither…” Janet said as she stepped closer to watch, “NEHE-heheHEE-ITheR DIHIHID I-I-I-IHIHI!!” Stu cackled and tried to wheel backwards but Bonnie followed his movements and her attack continued against the surprisingly sensitive area. Stu felt his sensors flare and his internal fan kick up a few notches to keep him from overheating but it did little to reduce the heat he felt in his face. Only Pam had known about his ticklishness, something he was embarrassed about, and he’d pray to whoever was listening to keep that a secret between the two of them, but now here he was having a child turn the battle hardened robot into a bunch of giggling bolts. “B-BOHOHONNI-EEEE NO-O-OHOHO!!” Stu laughed as he tried to pry her tiny hands off of him “KnOOHAHACK I-I-IT OoOOHOFF!!” Stu cackled trying to wiggle out of her grasp. “No way! This is the most amazing discovery ever!!” Bonnie cheered and moved her hands upward towards the bot's stomach.

Stu squeaked at the sudden shift and his laughter picked back up, “NOHOHO n-NOHOT T-T-THEHEHE-HAHA-HERE!!” Stu screeched, and he tilted too far back on his tire and fell backwards onto the ground “Stu! Bonnie!” Janet yelped in alarm and moved over to the two of them, Bonnie took this opportunity to pounce onto Stu to get better leverage and started to wiggle her fingers all over him “Where else are you ticklish Stu?!” Bonnie asked and Stu made a choked squeal at the feeling.

Stu was an absolute mess and was struggling to keep his hardware from combusting from the pressure (and embarrassment) from the situation “Tickle tickle tickle!! Who knew a robot could be so ticklish!!” Bonnie giggled and raked her little fingers over the middle of his stomach “AAAAAIEEEE-HEHEHE!!! B-B-BoOoOoHOHOHONNI-E-E! AHAHA-HAAA-HaHAhA!! NOHOHOoHoHoo M-MoOHOH-O-OHORE!!” Stu howled and (gently) pushed against Bonnie’s face in an attempt to get her off, he didn’t want to accidentally hurt her after all. “NEVER!!” Bonnie squealed out and laughed along with Stu “Janet! Help me out here!” Bonnie yelled and Stu frantically shook his head “N-NOHOHO-AIEEE!!” Stu screeched and tossed his head back “JAHAH-A-A-AHANET DOohOHoHOn’T Y-Y-OU DAHAhAhahA-DAHAHARe!!!” Stu cackled and twisted side to side to try and shake Bonnie off.

Janet hummed and looked down at the two before she smirked “Sure, I’ll help…” Janet said and reached forward, “J-JAhahaAN-E-ET NAHA-” “-EEEEHEHEHEK?!” Stu opened his eye at the sudden noise and looked up to see Janet pulling Bonnie off of him and squeezing her younger sister’s sides rapidly. “JAHAHANET YOHOHOU TRAHAHAITOR!!” Bonnie squealed and kicked her legs in the air while Janet laughed “What? You said to help!” Janet giggled and swung Bonnie around and walked away with her flailing sister in her arms. Stu took the moment to catch his breath, despite not technically needing it.

Stu slowly got back up, and clutched the kitchen counter for support as he heard Bonnie shrieking and Janet laughing along with her. Stu followed the sound out into the living room as Janet now assaulted her smaller sister's belly. “JAHAHANET NOOOOOHOHO!! IHIHIHI’M GONNA BEHEHE LAHAHATE!!” Bonnie howled as she now tried to wriggle out of her sister’s grip, “Should’a thought of that when you were taking a crack at Stu!” Janet laughed and Stu (had he had a visible mouth) smirked and reached for Bonnie's ribs “P-P-Payback’s nOt so-o-o-o sWEEt is it?” Stu asked and Bonnie howled “NO-NO-NO-NOHOHO AHAHAHAHA NOHOHO MOHOHORE!!” she laughed and kicked her feet in protest.

Janet and Stu tickled Bonnie for a few more seconds before they let her go, Bonnie held her sides and giggled for a minute before she pouted “Yohohou guhuys are mehehean..” Stu reared back with a dramatic gasp, “M-MEAN?! YoU young M-M-Missy sta-a-arted this!” Stu said and waggled his finger at her “You’re not supposed to team up on me!” Bonnie yelled and flailed her long sleeves at the stunt dummy robot. “Hey! Shouldn’t we be going? Don’t want you to be late to your match right?” Janet said and walked towards the front door, Bonnie jumped up and quickly ran over to her sister “YES! Finally! Let’s go!!!” Bonnie said and opened the front door and looked up to Stu. “You coming Uncle Stu?” Bonnie asked and bounced on her heels “YoOoU two g-go ahead. I-I’ll ca-a-tch up.” Stu said and gently waved his hand in a ‘shoo’ motion.

“Ok, but you better show up!” Bonnie said and ran out the door to go find her canon, Clyde. Janet looked at Stu and put a hand on her hip “You ok?” she asked “Y-Yeah, why?” Stu asked and tilted his head slightly “I dunno, you seemed upset earlier and your voice was glitching like crazy!” Janet said with concern “O-Oh. Ye-eah, I’m fine, do-o-on’t worRY ABOut me.” Stu said and gave her a thumbs up. Janet opened her mouth to say something when Bonnie shouted something and Janet looked out to her “COMING!” Janet said and closed the front door behind her.

Stu stood in the middle of the living room and let out a sigh, “H-H-How did I-I mANAGE tO Get stu-u-ck with THose crA-A-A-Azy kidz?” Stu laughed and grabbed his cape and headed out the door after his trio mates.

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(UNGA BUNGA I'M BACK FROM THE DEAD)

#Kitten_Blunders #TicklyKitty Writes #brawl stars tickle #brawl stars tickling #writing stu's dialogue was so difficult lol #was trying to get his voice ticks down #I'm a little out of practice cuz I haven't done a fic in so long #new update has sparked my motivation #so I'll slowly chip away at the old asks I have #also if people from the main tag find me: hi. don't look LOL

[autumnslance]

I have a question about carrying out an idea. I think this writing issue I've been having has been plaguing me longer than my time on Mateus; I’ve always struggled to get past chapter one or even stick to an idea, even when I started writing years ago. Are there any pointers on carrying an idea or story through?

That's a hard one, as I know I have plenty of plans and WIPs I haven't gotten past those stages myself.

So I ask myself what's the core of the idea, the heart of it? What is it I really want to say? I don't tend to write chronologically myself; I write lines, descriptions, bits of dialogue, scenes, and chapters entirely out of order. I know where they "go" in the overall arc. And sometimes, like with the Avengret storyline, I can then string them together, shuffling the order, writing new bridging scenes, removing or combining others as needed.

If I am trying to write in order, even then if a section is hard, or boring, or not working--skip it. Put in some brackets with [AND THEN X AND Y HAPPENS AND IT'S NOW THE NEXT DAY]. Move on to the next part that excites you, or that you at least know what happens. You can always double back later and add in that connecting scene...or even decide it isn't needed now, you've covered everything it would have elsewhere, and can just be summarized and moved on from.

I've recently been reading a "How To Write" series of books by James Scott Bell; there are several, but they're all pretty short. One of the pieces of advice he gives is to start in the middle (go to the midpoint of just about any novel or film, and it's somewhere very near that 50% mark in one direction or another). Find the "mirror moment" a point--sometimes a page or paragraph, sometimes just a single line--that is a frank look at the situation, self, etc on the part of the main character. What do they see? It's a moment of reflective truth. Who is the character in this midpoint? How did they get here? Who do they need to be/what must they do to get to the end? How do they realize they may fail? What forces are against them? Do they realize/acknowledge any of this?

These are recommendations more for novels than short stories, but heavens know how long some of our fics go, and short stories do still have similar, if truncated, structures and beats.

Anyway, you're not beholden to write from beginning to end. You may not know everything about your story yet--because you haven't written it yet, and these things change form, even for plotters with outlines. Write scenes. Write chapters. Write microfics that are just a couple lines of dialogue. Use prompt lists and challenges, if you gotta. Start small and build, as one of the old philosophers said.

(and eventually one day you look and realize you've written a few hundred thousand words, many of them about your OC and a Damn Rogue wending through their world...)

Writing works like exercise; you have to practice it, figure out what works for you, at what times of day, and it can be a struggle to keep up momentum. In the meanwhile, you also have to take other care of yourself.

Like actual exercise (whatever you're able to do; at least stretches, which is were I'm at some days). Remembering to eat and stay hydrated, get plenty of sleep (don't @ me, I sleep, just on a later schedule), and also do remember to intake other creative works; I got a rush of inspiration last year and spent months feverishly writing scenes and plotting and writing dialogues and making timeline outlines and writing more pages I'll never use after reading a popular novel, cuz the visceral language and a vaguely similar character dynamic in certain specific ways clicked something on in my brain. We gotta feed that persnickety little muse.

And on the days the muse is being recalcitrant...we write anyway. It's hard, it feels like it sucks, but if we want to get something done? Write something. Anything. Stream of consciousness if you gotta; complain, talk out your ideas, maybe write a little from that. And the next day look at it and realize it's not so bad as you thought and a little polish will fix it.

So don't try to be perfect first round; writing is messy. Revision and editing is where we make it look pretty (you usually don't have to rewrite entirely front to back, either; some folks like to, but for many others that's only if there's serious structure issues; mileage varies per project, too, as they're all different).

So write the scenes out of order, as they come. See what ideas stick and what are just idle thoughts. Maybe they're all true and there's multiverses and AUs there. See what starts t string together into coherence. Don't be afraid to revise, rewrite, even retcon if something better comes along months later after you already posted something.

The only way to know the story is to write it, figuring out how it wants to be written, and sometimes that means writing it from other angles and around the back way until it tells us how it got to that point (and whether what we thought was the start actually was or not).

Anyway. This got long, hopefully there's some tiny tidbit that helps!

#Lyn Prompts #Writing #blogging #about me #writing advice #writing reference #I've a hypothesis so many writing ref books are by thriller/mystery authors cuz they have a lock on structure & swift clear characterizatio #while me the fanfic & original fantasy writer rambles like my world building & magic descriptions