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thespiritssaidso · 4 months
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Shawn and Gus have a client (who has high-functioning autism) walk in and ask if they can help get rid of the spirits haunting their house, and the whole time they stand around the two friends the more they see signs of Shawn and Gus having ADHD and autism. So of course they put the investigation on a very short hold to grab the guys' hands and gently tell them "yes, you are neurodivergent"
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thefanciestborrower · 21 days
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Cookies and Comics
“Hey Zane?” 
“Hmmm?”
“Did you know you’re all glowy inside?” 
Zane laughed at the muffled question, carefully rolling little balls of cookie dough and placing them on the baking tray exactly two inches apart. “Jay has mentioned it before yes. Why do you ask, is it too bright?”
“No,” came the nonchalant reply, “Actually it’s perfect comic reading light. I was just wondering.” 
A smile tugged at Zane’s lips as he felt Lloyd stretch and flop onto his back against the pliable silicone lining of his ‘stomach’. It technically was nothing like the organ it resembled, only being good for storage really, but due to its placement and interior his brothers had all taken to calling it such. Not that he minded; the term was endearing, if not entirely accurate. “Comic reading? Well in that case, I simply must ask what sort adventure Fritz Donnegan has gone off on now.” He tilted his head, now counting out the balls of dough to make sure he’d rolled out the right amount. It wouldn’t do if he ended up making too few. 
Lloyd’s smile practically beamed through his metallic chest plate. “He’s going to a lava planet to fight the evil Volcano Lord!” He all but squealed, kicking his feet excitedly against Zane’s silicone interior. “Which is gonna be hard cause he lost the cannon he got from that water planet back in issue 37 to a galactic space beetle in issue 53, but I KNOW he’ll think of something! He always does!” There was a heavy sigh as Lloyd paused in his rant, shifting onto his side. “When I get bigger, I wanna be just like him.” 
Zane chuckled, opening the oven and gently placing the tray in as the preheated air toasted his skin. “You know what Lloyd? I think you’ll be even better.”
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aureliobooks · 6 months
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also it’s been ages since i’ve checked my notifs here so if you run a writing/art blog and you’re a newer follower or we haven’t interacted yet, please feel free to reply here so i can start to meet people and re-familiarize myself with writeblr :’) honestly even if we’ve interacted before but it’s just been a while please reach out !! i miss all of you and it’s been far too long
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mobbothetrue · 7 months
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Spotify prompt! Knuckles and tails, an 19 :)
Oh hoho! You managed to land FightSong by EVE (<- YouTube link), a song that by all rights shoulda been #2 (<- I refuse to pay Spotify money).
Hmm…. It’s been a while since I’ve done anything with Super Sonic Speed, but I always did intend to write follow-ups…
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The city is unbelievably loud. They’re in what Sonic had called a shopping district, and it’s apparently very popular. Knuckles would kind of like to go home, a lot, actually, but Tails is flirting from one shop to another and he doesn’t have it in him to shut the kid down. Sonic is somewhere on the periphery of their little group— he and Tails had bonded, thick as thieves, and Knuckles— well, he tolerated the guy.
Tails gasps like he’s seeing the sun rise for the first time, excited enough that he’s lifting off the ground. Knuckles ambles over, grabs him by the ankle, and pulls him back down. He’s looking at some sort of… thing. Knuckles can’t make heads or tails of it, but it’s definitely saying something to Tails.
Hmm. He is, at least, familiar with the idea of shops. Chao liked to set them up, sometimes, selling fruit or handmade crafts for rings, but Knuckles has no idea if their idea of currency and everyone else’s aligns. Would the shopkeep accept a fruit? Most chao did. It isn’t like rings are a problem, so…
Knuckles turns, seeking out Sonic in the crowd. There he is— stiff as anything, glancing frantically back and forth between Knuckles and some other hedgehog, a pink one. One of his friends, maybe? They look irritated, maybe not. Knuckles steps away from Tails, invites himself into their conversation.
“and you just RAN OFF—“ the hedgehog is shouting. Sonic cracks his mouth open, a faint wheeze escaping.
“Hey,” Knuckles says.
“—do you have ANY IDEA how WORRIED I was—“
This looks like a battle Sonic is better off fighting on his own. Still, Knuckles needs his question answered. “Hey,” he repeats, slightly louder.
“—I mean, I knew you were alright because my cards said so, but—“
“Hey Knuckles,” Sonic manages to crack out, “this is Amy.”
Amy tilts her head at him, and then gives him a sharp, discerning once-over. “Are you one of his other friends?” She asks.
“Yeah, sure,” Knuckles says, and then “do rings work as currency down here?”
She blinks at him, as if this is a weird thing to ask. “Yes?” She says.
“Okay,” Knuckles says, nodding, “try not to scare him too bad.”
Any lingering confusion evaporates, and she whirls around to find Sonic trying to sneak away. “AGAIN!” she shouts, full of conviction, and Knuckles makes his way back to where he left Tails. He isn’t pressed up against the glass anymore, so Knuckles steps into the store. Yeah, there he is. Hovering— literally— over the same display.
Knuckles takes a moment to properly observe, rooting around for the terms Tails would use, in an attempt to ensure he gets the right thing. There’s a looping track, and a few other gadgets on the sides. A switch, one of them looks like, and some barricade, and a few blinking lights. On the track itself is a… sideways cylinder, set on wheels, connected to a few boxes, puffing out smoke— or steam, maybe. Tails is absorbed enough in watching it chug along that he doesn’t even realize Knuckles is standing right next to him. Knuckles’ll just have to make sure he comes up for air, occasionally.
He casts about the rest of the store, vaguely lost. There are a lot of displays, and a lot of colourful boxes. Knuckles picks up one, flips it over, and realizes swiftly he is out of his depth. He brings the box over to Tails, handing it to him. Tails holds onto it for a full few seconds, watching with bated breath as the cylinder switches tracks, before he looks down. His fur all along his spine puffs up, and he turns to look at Knuckles so fast he has to wonder if Sonic hasn’t started to rub off on him in more ways than one. That’s the right box, for sure.
“Really?” Tails asks, voice breathy with excitement, and Knuckles ruffles his fur instinctually.
“‘Course.”
Maybe the shopping district isn’t that bad.
#eggthew#prompt fill#askbox#uhhh so. I kind of barely followed fightsong at all I CAN EXPLAIN#went off the visuals instead of the lyrics. two people running around in city. ooh I could do knuckles protecting tails from Eggman in some#kind of egg city! ah hang on there’s the eggperial city arc in idw and I haven’t read that yet. so I’m not confident in portraying it. hmmm#I could do a Different egg city… man Knuckles and Tails. what a great pair. I really enjoyed writing them in super sonic speed. hey! I could#do super sonic speed’s Knuckles’s first time in a city! maybe he gets kind of freaked out? escape from the city haha#well tails would be familiar with cities. and sonic would be there ofc but I’ll shuffle him off to the side so he doesn’t hog the spotlight#I could do tails looking at a shop! yeah! and knuckles needs to ask how currency works but sonic is… busy? hmm. oh! a city!!!! amy lives in#a city!! she runs into sonic! which keeps him from coming back over with knuckles. I always did mean to write her reunion with sonic.#that’ll be nice to do. alright. perfect. it’s all working out. get to the final few lines. think ‘hey how did I end up with this anyway.’#pulse of adrenaline as my brain goes OH YEAH FIGHTSONG. ach.#I’m happy w this though :)#knuckles: I Tolerate sonic. at best.#sonic: hey I am in a vaguely uncomfortable situation#knuckles *rolling up metaphorical sleeves*: do I need to kick ass#Amy making a mental note: sonic apparently befriending a space alien okay okay cool#they meet up for ice cream. knuckles is inflicted with curse of immediate brainfreeze. tails is So Excited about his new model train set#within a week he mods it to A) be strong enough to pull the Master Emerald and B) be armed.
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rozugold · 1 year
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-wakes up in a cold sweat- I should write a fic…
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cetoddle-archive · 2 months
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does anyone want my tarot decks
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luvuomi · 2 months
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you know your writing juice is running low when you’re hoping from one scene to the next or spacing out mid-writing
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if i post some poetry will y’all be niceys to me
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flickeringflame216 · 11 months
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look I know people love autumn and so do I but can I just say how beloved also is summer!
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avastyetwats · 4 months
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I know I don’t necessarily need to apologize for my not replying much this week since it’s been rough, it’s just a habit. And lately I’ve thought about messaging some people, checking in, maybe trying to plot again, but then I kinda feel like a bother or boring, especially when initiating the most. I might stop reaching out let things happen as they do, whether people wanna come talk/plot or not and focus on the threads I have muse/inspiration for. Might archive some older stuff and look through my inbox. I miss writing, I miss chatting and plotting but I’m always here for the mutuals that do wanna do all that and if not, understandable. Anyway… I’ll try to be around tomorrow. Might just watch some stuff instead. We’ll see how I feel.
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mizuthe-cat · 5 months
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experiencing extreme block of write
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tvrningout · 6 months
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yes i’ve been playing b.g3 all day and yes i still haven’t entered the city. i like to take my time asdgj
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mangoisms · 9 months
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sneak peak on the nikolai fic 🫣
hiiiii yes i know i said i’d post something yesterday </3 i’m a liar </3 but here it is now!!!! just for you!!! just cause i really wanted to get a little further in, i’m only on chapter 1 rn (well as of now and with my extra writing from today and yesterday, i’m finished with it and will now be moving to chapter 2 hehe) so Not A Lot going on but!!! anything is better than nothing <3
here it is <3
(putting this here bc the readmore is acting silly)
A knock on the door surprises her and she feels a sliver of trepidation. Tamar wouldn’t knock, would she? Her hand twitches to the bag with the dagger her father gave her when she left, but she holds off. No need for something so showy… She rises from the floor and opens the door.  If Maria was actively trying to not think about leaving before, now, at the sight of Sturmhond, for a moment, it leaves her entirely. Mostly in exchange for confusion. She doesn’t know what to say to him and doesn’t have time to think of something safe but it doesn’t matter as his muddy green eyes meet her brown ones and he’s flashing a charming smile at her. “Maria! Glad to see you made it here. And you’re settling in, too,” he says, eyes straying into the room, where her belongings are laid out. “Tamar showed you down, I presume?” She nods, still not quite sure what to say—or at least, what to say that won’t make her seem severely lacking in socialization. She is quite socialized, thank you very much. Being a seamstress’s daughter ensured that, with the regular stream of noblemen and women they had and the careful attention required of conversing with them. But it’s been a long time since she’s done something like that. And truthfully, Sturmhond should just be like any other man she’s met, but it doesn’t feel that way and for the life of her she can’t figure out why.  Maybe it’s simply because of how closely their paths had crossed a few days ago and how unaware he is of that fact.  Yes, she thinks, watching him nod in approval at her words. It must be that.  “Good, good. We had little choice with putting you with her. There’s rarely any extra room left around here.” He pauses and a familiar gleam enters his eyes. “Well, there are my quarters… But Dasha said she’d do some very unkind things to me if I offered you them. I imagine it’s the same with you?” “I don’t mind this,” she says instead of answering that. “Thank you.” He takes it in stride, which is a relief. “These used to be the doctor’s quarters, you know? It makes sense for Tamar to be here but between you and me, Tolya was always better at healing out of the two of them. I suppose you’ll be far better than the both of them combined.” “Hopefully,” she hedges, not wanting to outright agree or disagree, not having the full picture of the twins yet to say such a thing. “I have to admit, though, I do lack the… official training.” He surveys her for a moment, then shrugs. “So do they. Most of the Grisha I employ do. Or they didn’t get to complete it. As long as you don’t maim or kill anyone, we won’t have any problems.” “I won’t,” she says firmly, because what is she if not a healer? Not Healer but a healer.  In a war-torn country like Ravka, there is much that needs healing. Already, she is leaving behind many more at the clinic that need it. But she has to, because if she stayed, if she got caught and taken back to Arkesk, then she wouldn’t be able to do it anyway. At least here and eventually in Novyi Zem, she can help.  That’s all she wants to do. That’s all she’s ever wanted to do.  He gives her another evaluating look, one she doesn’t quite know how to interpret, but it doesn’t feel malicious or leery, so she lets it go.
(be gentle this is very much the first draft and also not proofed too closely <3 also still trying to get a good grasp on nikolai’s character it’s surprisingly difficult </3 so this might change when i actually post, which won’t be until i’ve finished writing the entire thing <3)
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lovelesslittleloser · 2 years
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I’m my opinion, one of the greatest tropes is when a character either one, desperately doesn’t want to become/do/say/etc a thing, but then later on, that becomes the precise thing they’re striving for, or two, a character comes off as normal at first and then becomes/does/says/etc a thing that was unexpected (but if you read it again you’ll see hints dotted around).
Like, a character would say, ‘no, I refuse to befriend anyone here!’ or ‘I could never fall in love with such a person!’, but then later on in the series they have a large and close-knit group of friends and the other one just proposed
Or a character looks and acts normal for a large portion of the beginning but then they pop up with the ‘why would I be bothered if you killed them?’ or ‘I’ll do anything to make you mine!’
Okay I might have made one sound more positive than the other but honestly I like them more when it’s a violent change in the direction of violence, so shut up
So pretty much what I want in a series is for it to start off normally, probably a good amount of cliches, hopefully gay but I can only wish, maybe the mc is really unfriendly and made an enemy out of some hot guy really fast idk
But then later on in the series, the longer and more gradual the change the better, I could do for like eight seasons baby, they slowly change
They get a bigger and bigger friend group, they grow more and more accustomed to violence (probably a medieval fantasy setting because of course), and they fall more and more in love with the person they used to hate. Maybe even a bit too much in love with them, if you consider that to be a thing.
Mmmmmmmmm I want it but I feel like there’s a part of the equation that just makes these types of stories, but I can’t think of it for the life of me. Comedy? Being gay and doing a lot of crime? I mean I guess if it was advertised as like ‘person gets stuck in otome game, comedy ensues’ and ended up being bloody and violent I would be a little miffed but??
I feel like a witch trying to brew up the perfect concoction and trying not to ruin it by adding too much eye of newt or something god damn
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actualnymph · 7 months
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I wanna rewrite the pjo series so badly but I have a lot of unfinished works already I’ll get murdered for not doing those first 😭
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whentherewerebicycles · 8 months
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mary came over to pick up some stuff and hang out for a bit and we started discussing our Winter Activities (you must find ways to fill the time lest you succumb to the Dark Wet Rainy Gloom). I need some winter activities!!!
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