#let's go speedwriting

[lem-argentum]

he <3

#lem liveblogs #octo2 talk #YOU CAN VIEW!! ALL OF THE TRAVEL BANTER from the journal!!!!! BEST quality of life change <333 #‘i hope i dont have to fight my evil shadow self today’ ‘hey’ ‘no fucking way’ <- the hikari story experience #i also got to the. the the. banter with him in agnea’s ch2 oh my god. HES SO. HE IS SO #shaking him around you are sooooooo #okok i have to speedwrite lab reports now lets go lets go <333

[apompkwrites]

the betrayal of a god || scaramouche

masterlist characters: scaramouche (platonic) genre: angst contains: spoilers for chapter 3 act iii, scaramouche spoilers, character death, injuries summary: how did things end up this way? how did you go from his beloved sibling to nothing more than a corpse? notes: speedwriting this before the next update comes out >:))) maybe will rewrite as a separate part when it comes out?? we'll see :D also, side note, i like how a lot of you seemed to hope for a good ending for (name)? >:)) you thought wrong~ parts: [the making of a god (1)] || [the betrayal of a god (2)] || [the loss of a god (3)]

the rage that bubbled in scaramouche's body was intense, the feelings coursing through his veins into the mechanical body that was his god form. the traveler darted around effortlessly despite their injuries, which only fueled the anger.

"just die already!" his voice bellowed and echoed throughout the sanctuary, nahida's quiet sobs doing the same, albeit almost silently. the traveler didn't respond with words. instead, they dashed forward to try and pry at the god's body. scaramouche only growled, swiping at the blond(e) with his hand.

"traveler!" nahida cried out as the adventurer skidded across the ground. scaramouche cackled at this, his body towering over the one person who dared stop him.

"how sad," he mused, his body creaking as it moved closer. "the poor little traveler that celestia smiles down upon... will be reduced to nothing but a splatter of blood and guts under my hand."

and with that, scaramouche slammed his fist into the ground. nahida screeched, her small hands banging against the orb surrounding her. the traveler's body, beaten and bloodied, fell into the hole that was created by the attack. paimon screamed their name, falling down into the sanctuary with them.

they let out a quiet groan, shakily pushing their body up from the ground. it was dusty, they noted, the supposed basement of the building containing various objects.

medical equipment was the best way to describe them. tubes and pipes were strewn on the ground, most likely broken prototypes of the ones that held scaramouche in his body. a large box was rolled off to the side, the opening dripping some sort of liquid, as if it were emptied not too long ago.

but what caught the traveler's eye, what made their heart drop to their stomach, what burned itself into their brain for them to dream about at night, was a body.

a body that hung limp in the air, its arms held up by straps that seemed to be attached to the ceiling. its mouth hung open ever so slightly. its clothes were reminiscent of inazuman fashion, albeit the white was now stained to a pink color that barely complimented the light purple accents.

the traveler could only hope the body moved. but it didn't.

over the countless hours they put into adventuring, they had seen their fair share of bodies. they saw human bodies, they saw hilichurl bodies, they saw mitachurl bodies. and the one thing they all had in common was that they didn't move, indicative of the loss of life.

and that was the same for this body.

it was human, yes, but there were the little inconsistencies that made them quite the opposite.

no blood poured from its various gaping wounds, especially the one on its chest. in addition to that, the wounds it had practically carved on its body revealed, not guts, but the other side of the room as if the traveler were only looking through a hole in the wall.

and what unnerved them the most were the eyes. or lack thereof. what stared back at the ground as the body's head lolled to the side, were empty eye sockets. simple black voids were what remained, no red muscle or veins to be seen. it looked as if it were nothing but--

"a doll..." the traveler gasped, managing to limp over to the corpse.

"they were one of the two byproducts of the shogun... those two... are somewhere, i'm sure of it," ei reminisced, mindlessly floating in plane of euthymia. "dolls that were to serve as its prototype."

the telltale marking of electro was barely visible since a large hole took most of its place. paimon let out a shriek, the sound echoing out and up into the main floor of the sanctuary.

"ah," the god breathed as its head peered into the hole. "you're still alive? how dissappoint--"

and, as if a switch had flipped in the god, no, scaramouche's brain, the body fell silent. it merely disappeared back onto the upper floor.

only for a majority of the ceiling, or rather the floor, to be ripped up from its foundation, allowing the large robot-like god to stare down at the traveler like a child at a doll house.

"...no," the word was strained, the most amount of human emotion that traveler had ever heard from him. they were used to the anger he hissed, the rage feeling the slightest bit human. but this was it. the most human sound they had ever heard from the manmade god.

anguish.

"no, no, no," scaramouche cried, the god's hands moving past the traveler to rip the body out of the straps. "no, no, no, no, (name)..." he seemed to sob as he held his hands up to his (the god's) face. it opened upwards like a door, allowing the real scaramouche, the controller, to be seen by the traveler, paimon, and nahida. "(name)... what did he do to you...?"

the body seemed to slump in his hands like a doll. they slumped over the way he always imagined they would if they were... no, no that's not it. they're just asleep! they must have been so lonely. oh, so lonely in that wretched basement.

"(name)," he sniffled, holding out his hands. yes, his hands. not the god's, but his. the god's hands moved closer to scaramouche, allowing him to grasp onto his beloved sibling's arms. he pulled them close, their body holding no resistance as they began to float in the subspace created in the god's head. one of scaramouche's hands moved to lay on their back of their head, cradling it close and pressing their face to the space between his shoulder and neck.

oh, what he would give to feel any sort of life in their body.

"i... i'm so sorry," scaramouche sobbed, the god's face shutting on them, leaving the traveler with the very god they had been fighting for the past couple of minutes (or was it hours?).

now, secluded in the subspace made to mimic their mother's plane of euthymia, scaramouche allowed himself to revert. not to the god, not to the balladeer, but to kunikuzushi.

in the subspace, it was just kunikuzushi and (name), two dolls abandoned by their creator, by their first friend, by their youngest "sibling".

and now, it was just kunikuzushi, who abandoned (name) in his desire to become a god.

the fourth to betray us... was me. it was i who abandoned and betrayed them for godhood.

godhood that i had pled to the doctor for to protect the one person i wanted no betrayal to befall.

and yet... i betrayed them in the end, didn't i?

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[arrowflier]

Hi, Arrow! It's so great to have you back. For the speedwrites, how about the two of them getting stranded somewhere overnight, because of a flat tire or bad weather. 🚗❤️

Thanks Deena! I was trying to go cutesy and then this happened instead, oops😂

“You also told me you’d be ready when I got home, so whose fault is this again?”

Mickey grimaces.

“Would’ve been if not for your brother.”

“Oh, sure.” Mickey can see the roll of Ian’s eyes reflected in the windshield. “Carl made you stay late at the Alibi.”

“What was I supposed to do? Turn down free drinks?” Mickey scoffs. “Yeah, sure.”

He leans forward, peers past Ian out the driver’s side window. He can’t see much except the rain, coming down sideways now, and the roll of clouds in the distance as lightning flashes through them. Beyond the spread of their weak headlights, he can’t even make out the road.

“You sure you can’t drive in this?” he asks anyway, squinting as if it will help him see through the darkness. “Think I probably could. Just need to—”

“Good for you,” Ian cuts in sharply. “Next time, don’t drink five rounds before we leave and I’ll let you try.”

Mickey subsides. Sits back in his seat, lets his head fall against the headrest. Straightens, undoes his seatbelt, and leans back again.

Ian isn’t moving. His hands are still on the wheel even though he’s already put the car in park, and he’s staring blindly through the windshield.

“Shitty start to our first vacation, huh?” Mickey comments, turning toward him and fidgeting until one leg is half up on the seat. He smiles wryly. “I mean, we’re supposed to be in a cabin right now, smoking it up and fucking in front of the fire—”

“I’m trying, okay Mickey?” Ian snaps, fingers white where they still clutch the wheel, and Mickey stops.

It’s cold in the car. Colder than it was a minute ago, a chill seeping through him as his eyes latch onto Ian’s set jaw. Ian is grinding his teeth, giving the weather outside the chin, and his eyes are—

Oh, fuck. That’s not the good kind of red.

“Hey.” He tries to say it softly, but it rings too loud in the suddenly quiet car. The last of his buzz slips away as he reaches out a hand grips Ian’s wrist. He tries to tug Ian’s arm toward him, but it stays stubbornly where it is.

“What,” Ian asks shortly, and Mickey winces.

“I don’t know,” he admits. “I was just teasing you, man.”

Ian snorts. It sounds wet.

“You’re right though,” he says. There’s a bitter roughness to his tone, like he’s fighting to push the words out of his throat. “This was supposed to be a nice thing, a good thing for us. I worked so hard to set it up, and I—” He breaks off. His fingers flex on the wheel, Mickey’s hand moving with his arm as he finally pulls it back. “And I couldn’t even plan for the fucking weather.”

“Ian,” Mickey says. His hand slides from wrist to knuckles, around to palm. “We live in the fucking midwest. The weather can’t even plan itself.”

That earns him another snort, but it’s lighter this time.

“Was sunny this morning,” he agrees. “Not a cloud in sight.”

“Sneaky fuckers, clouds. Total airheads, too.”

This time he gets an actual laugh, and Ian’s fingers tightening on his.

“Sorry this got fucked up,” Ian says quietly, running a thumb across the back of Mickey’s hand. “But I think we’re gonna be stuck here for a while.”

Thunder booms closer, as if in answer. The rain gets louder, water covering the windshield until all they can see are streaks of light. Then even those are gone as Mickey reaches over Ian with his free hand and turns off the headlights.

“Been stuck in worse places.” He shifts until he’s leaning sideways over the center console, and lays his head on Ian’s tense shoulder. “And with worse company.”

Ian lets his hand be pulled over into Mickey’s lap. The position is awkward, but he twists to press his face into Mickey’s hair.

“Yeah,” he breathes, barely audible over the storm. “Me too.”

#speedwrites #prompt fill #fanfic #gallavich

[callivich]

Ok…I think, I’m probably going to try and do a drabble/speedwrite a day for @gallavichthings A.U.gust

(No promises but I’m feeling inspired so….let’s see what happens!)

Anyone wanna join me? 👀

#calli talks #hope I haven’t jinxed myself #😑 #maybe it’s good I give myself a challenge #I don’t know #we’ll see!

[elegyofthemoon]

im posting this before i forget and also sorta leave for the night cuz i gotta sleep a little early

• Posted stuff today ☺️

• I decided to do a bit of the writing tag game on my other account and it is WILD to see just how much i wrote the past few months??? im kinda proud tbh. I may be a little discouraged from posting these days but it's honestly really nice to see myself posting as much as I do - and esp to see how much ive written during all this time. this is aside from all the logs i do bc thatd just add further to my word count, but hdhfjdjd really despite the horrors, i'll always have writing. or well, writing's just been such a huge part of my life that if i cannot write then I'm not myself anymore. njdjrjd and my friend nick has mentioned this too that i dont seem like myself if i dont have a wip and all that jfjdndd

• i hate to say the rafayel birthday event made me embarrassingly happy but it really did 🙈

• speedwriting a fic. much shorter than something i wrote earlier but like !! idk i havent felt that surge of inspiration that was fun lmao wish that happened more often

• getting another message from a job i applied to that might be interested in hiring me. the positive is this ones a little more interesting than the one i did a recent interview with but same general position. still very 👀

• my friend finished london holiday and might start second key real soon and im so fucking sorry to him about the person i'l turn into when he starts liveblogging at me about it BUT ALSO im actually really happy and excited about it .3.

• OH FOUND OUT THAT MY SISTER WILL BE HOME EVEN FOR THE LITTLE BIT WHEN I GET BACK!! i thought i'd miss n entirely when she's back which made me sad but she'll be there for at least a day when she's back so !! i will beat my jet lag to hang out with her if i have to >:(

• n sending me something that reminded them of me was really sweet 🥹 it made me very happy tbh jfnfnddjj i was kinda shocked

•also saw new artist drawing characters from anti entropy that genuinely made me very happy 🥹🥹

• ngl thinking about tomorrow after the exam has me excited. i still have one more exam to go, but for once, i feel excited by the idea of saying goodbye. i dont really care anymore how i do for either exams, but it's one more step out of this life and one more step into the new one. i think thats exciting and im excited for it. i wish i could say the same about doing the practical exam but that one i just know ill go home dreading so ✌🏼 but tomorrow! lets have fun after the exam and visit the bakery ive been wanting to go to and finally get that silly plush ive been eyeing 🤧 let's give this life a nice farewell and send off before i go

#happy logs

[blorbologist]

Hello! How do you get over writer's block? i'm writing for a poetry competition and the deadline is at the end of the month. The poem I'm working on now is halfway done but for some reason I'm hitting a wall when it comes to the part I really want to write if that makes sense? I feel like I have no inspiration to finish even though I know how I want it to go, and the worst part of it is that I want to start another project T^T how do I do this??

Hi anon!

It's a really, really tricky question to answer, especially due to the deadline. My usual advice would be related to not rushing it, which is... not great if you do have a timeline to adhere to.

Here's what I've got to offer:

Skip ahead. There's no hard rule that you have to write this bit before the next. Even if some of what is to come relies on it, you can make little notes and go back to edit it later.

Write an outline of the scene. No, really - you might know exactly how it goes, but writing it down both puts something on the blank document and might clarify bits you hadn't realized you were struggling with. Even better, there's often a natural inclination to just... dig a bit deeper, which might get you writing some dialog or paragraphs that occur to you that you don't want to forget. Breaking it down really helps!

Take a break. Yes, there's a deadline. No, stressing yourself silly won't help. If the muse just won't flow, be kind to yourself. If you've been bashing your head into a wall and are getting frustrated, take a break. Get away from a screen, or read a book, or take a walk.

Once that's done, though, if you aren't making headway, start brute forcing it. It's not nearly as gritty as it sounds: you just want to get words on a page, whatever way works best for you. I like to do speedwrites (short, timed writing with a friend where we just get as many words as possible onto a page and edit later), because the friend participating holds me accountable and makes me Competitive! And I'm forced to write without Overthinking, which sometimes takes the scene in a new and interesting direction! You can also set writing goals per day, like NaNoWriMo, or write it like a script with just the bare bones of what you want to happen. A little pressure helps some people stay on track.

Change your perspective. Write in a coffee shop or a quiet corner of the library, or make a nest in your closet. Switch up the environment!

Likewise, get yourself into work mode. For me that means a drink (water or coffee) and I must be wearing pants and socks to convince my brain that this is Not goofing off time.

Find ways to stay motivated. Do you have any friends you can share snippets with? The enthusiasm is a great way to keep muse flowing. Or if one part is giving you trouble, hashing it out with a kind listener is great. Reward yourself for reaching your goals! Snackies!! Reread what you've written before bed - I like to do it to catch typos and marvel at what I half-remember writing.

Break out a dictionary, or an old-ass book. Look for some weird but cool words. I compile ones that inspire me. Recently I've added grotto (from a tumblr post), ream of paper (from a fic) and appetite (from a paper) as far as words that Hit Me with some muse. Maybe you'll use them, or maybe they just give vibes. Collect them like flowers.

Finally... you know yourself best. Be honest about your goals, your comfort zone, what you know will motivate you... and then shove yourself just a bit past that. One of these ideas might be just what you need to get yourself where you want to go, but you'll never get there sticking in the same space that caused writer's block forever. Those tools clearly don't work - try out that jackhammer, even if it seems a little scary. Apparently they're really fun to work with!

I know most of this is focused on longer form writing, but I have limited experience with poetry, woop.

Please let me know if any of this helps, I'm cheering you on anon! <33

#ask #writing #on writing #writeblr #my writing

[phykios]

some more speedwriting for mari, prequel to this! 💗

Maybe he didn’t hear right. “You want me to do what?”

Annabeth flushes. “Please don’t make me say it again.”

“You–” His ears might be broken. Or his brain. That was… quite the request she just dropped on him. “I… really?”

Her face turns even redder, and she nods. 

Percy is kind of floundering here. Like, what are you supposed to even say to an ask like that? What’s the playbook for when the girl you’ve been in love with forever (even if she doesn’t realize it) surprises you with your favorite sushi roll from the shop down the block from the gym to sweeten the pot after she asks you to take her virginity? “I… I’m flattered, I guess?”

She looks down, picking underneath her nails. “If you don’t want to, you don’t have to,” she mumbles.

“No, that’s not–I–” He gulps, swallowing down the secret he nearly spilled. “I don’t… What I mean is. I. Why… why me, I guess. Like–like what about that guy from your econ class? He was kind of flirty with you, right?” Percy asks, like he doesn’t know exactly how flirty he was with her, or how much Percy wanted to beat the snot out of him for it.

“Connor?” Annabeth makes a face. “Ew.” 

“Or,” now Percy is going red–he can feel it, starting from his cheeks and winding down his chest, his rapid heartbeat pulsing his blood all over his body. “Or… tinder?”

“I don’t want to get a tinder,” she says, scuffing her foot against the rug. “I don’t want to hook up with some random guy from class. If I’m going to do this, I want–I need it to be someone I–someone that I really trust. I don’t want just any random–” She breaks off, bringing one hand to scrub at her face. “Look, if you don’t want to, that’s fine.”

Slowly, carefully, like approaching some kind of feral cat, Percy gets up from his seat, making his way over to the couch, where he sits down beside her. Annabeth doesn’t look at him, studiously avoiding his gaze even as he slings his arm around her, a gesture he’s performed a thousand times over a lifelong friendship–so why does it send his heart racing even faster tonight? 

“I… I trust you, Percy,” she murmurs, pressing her leg to his. “I can’t do this for the first time with someone I don’t trust.” 

And he understands. He does. He just also happens to feel a terrifying, dizzying agony: his quiet dream, held for so long, now freely offered to him on a silver platter. But there’s always the chance that he fucks it up. That he loses his best friend. That he loses the most amazing girl he’s ever known. 

Is it a chance worth risking?

After a moment, she sighs. “You don’t have to say anything. I get it.” Slow, reluctant, she pulls away, starting from her leg to her shoulder to that gloriously soft hair–until Percy grabs hold of her wrist. 

“Wait.”

Her head snaps to him, eyes wide.

“I’ll… I’ll try.”

“You don’t have to force yourself to–”

“I’m not forcing myself,” he interrupts, almost too sharply. “Let’s just–let’s just take it one step at a time. Let’s just go slow?”

A beat, and then she nods. “Slow. Okay.”

Slow. He could do that. He could take things slowly. He could ease her into the depths of his love for her, and maybe she wouldn’t run away. 

Pulling her back to his side, he takes his other hand and places the tips of his fingers against the curve of her neck, skimming ever so gently across the soft skin there, and she sighs again, her eyes fluttering. Percy swallows, a brief pulse of heat in his stomach. “Let’s start with a kiss, maybe,” he says, proud of how he doesn’t stumble over his words, or say them too quickly, with too much enthusiasm. 

Annabeth nods. Percy prays that she can’t feel his hand trembling. 

Then, with the barest pressure on her neck, weak enough for her to break free, he eases her forward, meeting her in the middle. Her eyes are lidded, lips parted, pink and soft, and he can barely spare a thought to his own–please god let them not to be too chapped–before her mouth is on top of his. 

Literally. She misses, her lips landing squarely beneath his own, pressing gently to his chin. With a gasp, she pulls back, her eyes wide, hands going to her mouth. “I’m–oh shit, I’m sorry–”

They stare at each other. And then, as if cued by some cosmic director, they laugh. They laugh and laugh, Annabeth’s head thrown back, and Percy forever in love with the pull of her lips showing off the brightness of her teeth. 

“Here,” he says, chuckling, “let me…” This time, he holds her head steady, and she doesn’t twitch away as he presses his mouth to hers–firmly, squarely, unmistakably on her smiling lips.

Yes, he decides. Yes, this is worth risking.

#perseannabeth #my fic #oh my god they WERE roommates.......

[rose-of-pollux]

Year-end fanfic quiz thing

I do this every year, so here we go–

Favorite/Best fic: “The Grim Grinning Ghosts Affair” (Haunted Mansion/The Man from U.N.C.L.E.)

Most underappreciated by the universe: Eh *shrugs*.

Most fun to write: “The Grim, Grinning Ghosts Affair” again; I loved writing for the Happy Haunts and having them interact with Napoleon and Illya was fun, too. A close second is my 13 Ghosts Indiana Jones-esque AU fic, "The Three Gems of Olympus," which was a new way to explore the ties of the Scooby gang.

Most intense fic: "Hungry Like the Wolf" (13 Ghosts of Scooby-Doo); it's a WIP that I intend to revive and finish, but it is still intense.

Saddest fic: "Support" (The Man from U.N.C.L.E.) -- not the fic itself, but the circumstances behind it (tribute for David after his passing)

Funniest fic: "Following the Road" (Pokémon) -- Ash's friends make a bet on how quickly he and Pikachu will wreck a bike upon arriving in Paldea. Cue errant Cyclizar owned by a Team Star punk, and Ash deciding that counts.

Fic that shifted my own perception of the characters: "In Too Deep" (Hogan's Heroes), specifically for Gertrude Linkmeyer. I didn't go into the Speedwriting Tournament planning to write about her, let alone showing her to be such a deep and intuitive character, but my muse insisted.

Hardest to do: I don't think anything was too difficult to write this year…

Biggest disappointment: Yet again, too many ideas, not enough time…

Biggest surprise: "Voice of Reason" (Hogan's Heroes) was inspired by the vanilla extract meme, of all things, but ended up intense and serious. I cannot explain how.

Most telling: "The Specialist" (Pokémon); no matter how exhausted Brock is after just coming off of a grueling rotation as a Pokémon Doctor, he's still willing to drop everything and fly to Paldea to help a Pokémon in trouble.

Looking back, did you write more fic than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you’d predicted? Less, as always…

What genre/fandom did you write that you would never have predicted in January? Haunted Mansion. But I do not control the hyperfixation, so...

Did you take any writing risks this year? Writing for a new fandom always comes with risks, but it paid off!

Do you have any fanfic goals for the New Year? Once again, continue with my 13 Ghosts fics, with some MFU, Haunted Mansion, and BTTF on the side.

#Quiz #random #don't mind me

[choesec4kee]

Heyy can you write something with sonamy angst like is pretending to be ok but he’s not and Amy helps him out ?

Hi !! I'm sorry for not getting back to you sooner, I got carried away with my studies. I hope this headcanon will make it up for you :DD

(Sonamy) Sonic's Invisible Mask

It's a delightful day in the Greenhill with the hero's fastest hedgehog, who is loved (not) by all. Sonic The Hedgehog.

If you have seen or even heard of him, the one thing that comes to your mind is that he's the kindest and most positive person.

He is a soul of the sun in the body of the sky-blue hedgehog. No one doubts him as a bad friend or partner ever.

But even with those personalities, they forget he's fragile like others.

He is not too fragile too. After the constant loss of his loved friend, he started to get used to bottling up those feelings.

As days passed, those feelings crafted his mask, an invisible mask.

But the metal virus incident was his breaking point. He couldn't help but overthink what would happen if their plan went downhill. What disastrous occasion would happen after that? How are the survivors going to survive without no one on their side? Those thoughts took his mind overly.

After the virus was away from their sight, Sonic couldn't help to let go of those thoughts. He didn't want those words to stay on him too.

But without knowing anything. Someone close, now holding the hedgehog's hand gently.

"A-Amy?" Sonic stutters while his face shows a blush on his cheek. He was deadpan without realizing how long has been. He guessed it had been a while based on the female hedgehog's reaction. Amy suddenly pulls his body on her and pats his back softly, feeling like she's petting him somehow.

 "Those thoughts have stuck since, isn't it?" Amy said as the male hedgehog was surprised by the statement. He sat up straight as he processed it. "How did you figure it out?" He said. Never in his mind, even though someone spoke about this. Especially right now.

"I am no fool, Sonic. Even before the virus incident, you showed visible actions of keeping your emotions away from others." Amy stated on him, fully firm in what she said. "And course, none of us can't ignore the apocalypse easily after that. Even me." Amy confessed.

Sonic's shoulder didn't rest well after that. Of course, he is not the only one who went through that nasty incident. Affected or not, they will remember that in their core memory. All his partners on his side either sacrificed themselves or went on their way to a solution. How could he forget about that? Was he selfish about himself? He shouldn't be-

"But listen here, Sonic! I need you to be selfish about yourself least, even a little!" Amy yelled in front of him, loud enough that his quills danced through the wind. 

"It's just- I need you to realize that you're a being. A person who had a heart, an owned soul." Amy admitted. "I was a coward back then. I can't start a conversation about this because I thought it would bother you, bother our relationship." Sonic felt his heart sink when those words falter. "But let me make it up for you after all those past mistrustful thoughts. I swear I'll never tell a single soul about this! Please, Sonic-"

Her confession got engraved by the male hedgehog. He pulled Amy into a friendly hug, burying his face on his shoulder. 

"Thank you, Amy." He said.

"Your welcome, Sonic." Amy responded.

He never regrets meeting her, not even a belief.

-

(3156 words)

(I was speedwriting on this help-)

#sonic #sonic the hedgehog #idw sonic #sonic headcanons #amy #sonamy #sonamy headcannons #headcanon

[brick-a-doodle-do]

if i EVER say i am speedwriting/writing a fic after like... 2:30 am est DO NOT LET ME CONTINUE not because i need sleep but BECAUSE THAT COULD BE A MUCH BETTER FIC WHEN I AM MORE AWAKE

idk what the hell i did to hush but it just dawned on me that it was not supposed to go that way... :')

#talking brick #im not cut out for this creative freedom....

[ao3feed-crimeboys]

These Spirits, Unliving, I Feel their Breath

by AnAnonymousHermit

Day 6 - Proof of Life

“Keep fighting,” Technoblade tells him in a raw and cracking voice. “Keep fighting them. They’ll start to listen.” “Wh-what?” Wilbur whimpers back, flinching at the loud bang that comes from behind him. Technoblade gasps at the sound, hands moving to cup the back of Wilbur’s neck and tug him down into a hug. “The voices,” Technoblade whispers in his ear as footsteps begin to approach them, an upset murmuring coming from the Watchers. “Keep fighting them. They’ll start to listen. Just keep fighting.” Wilbur winds his arms underneath Technoblade’s body, locking his hands together in a futile attempt to make them inseparable. “I’m sorry, Techno, I’m so sorry—“ “Just keep fighting!” Hands grab at his hair, his shoulders, his legs. The Keepers hiss and spit orders for them to let go, pulling at wherever they can find a grip. Wilbur tightens his hold, sobbing when his grip begins to fail.

Words: 2754, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 6 of Whumptober 2022 destroys Writer’s Block

Fandoms: Dream SMP

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply

Characters: Wilbur Soot, Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF)

Relationships: Wilbur Soot & Technoblade, Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit

Additional Tags: Whumptober 2022, Whump, Horror, Angst with a Happy Ending, this one is a mess but it’s MY mess, tfw your fic gets deleted so you speedwrite 2.7k words of an attempt at horror, Blood and Gore, not graphic, Feral Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Feral Wilbur Soot, Technoblade Hears Voices (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot Hears Voices, Wilbur Soot and Technoblade and TommyInnit are Siblings, Body Horror, Kinda, Torture, Fighting Rings

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[arrowflier]

hi arrow! for your speedwriting, if you vibe with the prompt: gallavich go to fright fest together for the first time 👻 (them experiencing the decorations/scary street actors specifically would be amazing i think)

Thank you Ray!

"So?" Ian asks, walking backward with arms spread wide to either side. "What do you think?"

"I think it was crazy to spend sixty bucks a pop is what I think," Mickey retorts. "What's wrong with sneakin' in?"

Ian's arms drop, and though he would refuse to admit it, he pouts.

"If I hadn't gone through the line for tickets," he says, "I wouldn't have been able to tell the ticketer that it was my husband's first time here." He raises a brow, and adds, "and she wouldn't have comped that fast-pass upgrade."

Mickey's ears feel warm, the way they always do when Ian flaunts their still-new titles.

"I guess the decorations are cool," he gives in, and the beam Ian graces him with is worth it.

"Just wait 'til you try my favorite ride! It's across the park, but it's worth the walk!"

Ian is practically vibrating with excitement, bouncing on his heels. Every time he bounces up, his head aligns with some creepy clown guy standing behind him, making it look like he's the one wearing the awful red wig.

Mickey chokes back a laugh, and gestures with one arm.

"Lead on.""

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Ian wasn't lying--they really are crossing the entire damn park. They pass half a dozen rollercoasters, a haunted mansion, some ride where you get to shoot stuff with lasers--Mickey is definitely coming back to that one--all glowing an eerie reddish-orange against the darkening sky.

The crowds thin a little as they go, too, shifting from kids and parents to edgy teenagers and a handful of other couples. The noise dissipates as they leave the main area, and so do the lights. The actors are gone, and the regular attendants. They're just walking through a darkened theme park in the middle of the night, the pavement growing cold beneath them.

Somewhere behind them a child shrieks, and laughter follows. The echoes are tinged with a malice that makes Mickey's shoulders hunch under his jacket, makes him draw it tight against the night wind.

"Somebody's having fun," Ian comments, but Mickey isn't so sure.

There's more laughter. Closer this time, louder.

"Hurry up man," Mickey says, and picks up his own pace. "I wanna get there before dawn."

He wants to get somewhere, at least. Somewhere with lights again, and people. Where he doesn't hear his own footsteps echo and feel the need to look back over his shoulder as harsh laughter closes in behind him.

In his haste, though, he's only made it worse. Because the next corner they turn leads into a tall tunnel of metal and piled brush, and suddenly they're completely alone.

"So, uh, how much farther we going?" Mickey asks, and walks as close next to Ian as he can. There's not much light in the tunnel, just a few colored bulbs and the little moonlight that makes it through overhead, but he's close enough to feel Ian shrug.

"Think we're almost there."

Mickey stops.

"You think?" he asks. There's a weird feeling climbing up his back, up his neck. "Or you know?"

"I mean, I'm pretty sure." Ian stops too, turns back to him. "Why? Something wrong?"

And no, nothing's wrong. But also, yes.

"Damn it Ian," he hisses, eyes closing as he runs a hand through his hair. "Can't believe I let you talk me into this."

Ian taps his shoulder, but Mickey shrugs it off.

"I thought we were gonna go on rides, maybe shoot somethin', scare a few kids," he goes on. "Not wander around in the dark, probably halfway out of the park, with no fucking clue where we are!"

"Mickey," Ian says quietly, and taps his shoulder again.

"Don't Mickey me!" His breath is coming fast, and he pinches the top of his nose. Breathes through his mouth instead. "I need to--"

One more tap on his shoulder, and he drops his hand, spins around and shoves.

"Mickey!" Ian shouts, and Mickey wants to push him again, needs to push past and out of this dead-end tunnel and out of this goddamned park and--

And Ian had said that from behind him. Which means...

Mickey opens his eyes, and stares in startled red. Red from colored contacts, which go with the kid's plastic fangs and black cape. Red that's surrounded on all sides by white, eyelids stretched in shock.

"Um," Mickey says, feeling both a lot more settled and a lot more embarrassed by how much the night had gotten to him. "Sorry?"

The kid just blinks at him. Behind, Ian laughs. And instead of echoing with malice, it lights up the tunnel like the sun.

“Sorry kid,” Mickey repeats. Ian is still laughing when he turns and takes his hand. “Shut up,” Mickey orders, swallowing the giggle that lightens his own chest, “and let’s go find your coaster.”

#my internet went out twice during this and I was writing straight into tumblr #but it came back long enough to post yay! #anyway this is loosely based on when I went with friends #and they thought it was hilarious that when an actor tapped me to scare me I just asked what he wanted #not the same but apparently this didn't want to go that way #speedwrites #prompt fill #gallavich #fanfic

[schism-au-blog]

Chapter 11

The ship docked outside of the zoo. A pink bubble surrounded Pearl and Pink, which wooshed them down to the zoo’s landing dock for smaller ships. A pair of Jaspers was guarding the door to the zoo. Before Pink’s bubble arrived, they had been laughing with each other, but now they stood straight upright. They both diamond saluted.

“Welcome, My Diamond,” they said in unison.

Pink pushed down the urge to thank them and strode past them as if they didn’t exist. She headed to the room where the Rose Quartzes were held. Fire Agate came rushing up to Pink Diamond. “What are you here for today, My Diamond?” she asked.

“I’m here for the Rose Quartzes,” Pink said. “Yellow and I thought they may be of some use yet.”

“Ah, of course, my Diamond,” said Fire Agate. “Do you need any assistance from me?”

“No,” said Pink. “You are dismissed.”

“Yes, my Diamond,” Fire diamond saluted once again and stood still while Pink strode forward. Pink went to the Rose Quartz room and pulled down three bubbles. “Do you think these will be alright?” she asked Pearl.

Pearl glanced at the Jaspers guarding the door pointedly. “Of course my Diamond. Your choice is excellent, as always.”

Pink mentally scolded herself for letting her guard down. She gave the bubbles to Pearl, who put them in her gem. Pink left the human zoo and went back to her ship. Once they were back on the ship and heading to Earth, Pink sighed. “Sorry, Pearl.”

“It’s ok,” Pearl said. “I understand what we need to do to keep the crystal gems going.”

“I wish I didn’t have to treat anyone like that,” Pink said. “But I’ll get in trouble if I ‘interact with those below my station.’” She sighed. “Now I can’t wait to get back to the palanquin.”

Pearl nodded. “I’m excited to meet them.”

“I wish I could show them my real self and not my diamond self.”

“Last we knew they were loyal to Homeworld,” Pearl said sadly. “They’d probably tell Yellow and Blue.”

“I know,” said Pink, “But I still wish there was some way to be closer to them. I feel like it would somehow make up for everything they’ve been through. I know that’s absurd, but some part of me still wishes-”

“I know,” said Pearl. “You wish you could be kinder to them than they’ll expect, but it would put everyone involved in danger. Is it not kinder to keep them safe, even if they’re slightly inconvenienced by your presence?”

“I suppose,” said Pink. “I just wish I could do more.”

“You’re doing so much already!” said Pearl.

Pink sighed. “I suppose. How close are we?”

“Almost there, my Diamond.”

Pink smiled hesitantly. “I hope they’ll be happy.”

“I’m sure they will be, my Diamond.”

Pink saw the Earth come into view. The ship landed on the ground and docked. Pearl and Pink disembarked.

Pink smiled and ran over to the warp. As soon as Pearl stepped onto it, Pink activated it. She made sure to stand straight and tall as she headed back to her palanquin.

Pink looked behind her to make sure the curtain was closed, then she knelt on the ground. “Pearl?”

“Yes, my Diamond.” Pearl pulled the bubbles out of her head.

Pink reached a finger out and popped all three of them sequentially. 

“You should probably stand up, my Diamond,” Pearl suggested. “It’s proper.”

“Thank you, Pearl,” said Pink, and stood as the Roses reformed.

The Roses looked around in shock until their eyes settled on Pink. They all diamond saluted.

Pink straightened up. “You have been unbubbled due to recent developments in the war. From now on, you answer to me, and you do not leave this palanquin. Yellow Diamond and myself have deemed you of possible use. However, you are in the same batch as the rebel leader, and are therefore considered defective. Therefore, any misstep will be considered a grave offense and will be punished accordingly.”

“Yes, my Diamond,” they all chanted in unison.

“Good,” Pink said. She felt horrible. They all looked so scared. Her brow furrowed in concern.

“Is something wrong, my Diamond?” the Rose with her gem on her cheek, asked.

Pink shook her head. “No, I am just concerned. It is nothing for you to worry about.”

“What do you need us to do, my Diamond?” another one asked. She had her gem on her hip.

“Nothing, at the moment,” Pink said. “Yellow Diamond and I want to see if you have healing powers like the rebel Rose Quartz. They could prove useful.” Pink looked at the Roses with concern. There was no way they could relax at all with her around. But she didn’t want to leave them alone again. She had an idea. “I have something I must tend to by myself. Pearl, stay here.”

Pearl looked surprised for a moment, then realization dawned on her face. “Yes, my Diamond.” She diamond saluted.

Pink left the palanquin and went to the moon base to observe the metallic gems.

When Pink left, Pearl relaxed. She smiled. “Welcome back.”

The third Rose, with her gem on the back of her hand looked mildly surprised. “If we’re considered ‘defective’ and ‘dangerous,’ why would Pink Diamond leave us alone with her Pearl?”

“My Diamond knows that you know you’ll be shattered if you even try to attack me,” said Pearl. She hated having to play the part as much as Pink, but she had to make this believable. “Plus, I can always be replaced.”

“Are you going to tell her if we, you know, relax a little?” Cheek Rose asked.

“No,” answered Pearl. “In my experience, she won’t ask, and I know better than to speak out of turn.”

“So, how long has it been since we’ve been bubbled?” asked Hip Rose.

“Approximately five hundred and forty-eight years,” said Pearl.

“So we’re always going to be treated like rebels just because someone else in our batch decided to go rogue?” Hip Rose asked the other Roses angrily.

“We have to understand that the Diamonds’ decisions are far more important than our individual happiness,” Hand Rose said. “They have good reason to believe our cut is defective. We should be grateful we aren’t shards.”

“I suppose,” said Cheek Rose. “It still feels like we’re being held captive, doing jobs we’d be glad to do anyway.”

Hip Rose rolled her eyes. “I’d be willing to shatter that rebel Rose, just for ruining all of our good names.”

“I’d be glad to do it if I was ordered to,” said Hand Rose, “But I’d rather let Pink Diamond have the honor. She’s had to go through so much because of this rebel Rose Quartz.”

“Pink Diamond shouldn’t have to get her hands dirty like that!” Cheek Rose exclaimed. “She’s a Diamond, she’s too graceful for that.”

Hip Rose nodded. “I suppose, but if I were her, I’d do it, protocol or no protocol.”

“That’s why she’s a Diamond and you’re not,” said Hand Rose. “The diamonds have a grace and dignity that we could never imagine.”

Pearl smiled. She thought of the amount of times she’d seen Rose fall flat on her face. Rose was clumsy and sweet and didn’t care what anyone else thought of her. Pearl suddenly realized why no one suspected Pink of being Rose. Everyone thought so highly of the diamonds that thinking of someone so carefree, so kind, so accepting, someone doing everything completely antithetical to what the diamonds were supposed to do, as a Diamond was completely outlandish.

She supposed Pink could be graceful, but it always seemed more of an accident than anything else. When she was trying to be graceful, she always ended up messing something up. It was nice. It seemed like Pearl knew her better than anyone else. Pearl started to wonder when Pink would come back. The quartzes had a chance to get to know each other. It didn’t seem like they were too upset, considering everything that had happened to them. Trying to convert them to the Crystal Gems seemed like an impossible task, however. They had too much bitterness at Rose for their situation, not that Pearl could blame them.

Pearl realized that she hadn’t been listening to the Roses for the past few minutes. She tried to zone back into their conversation.

“So I guess we’ll have to get to know each other well,” said Cheek Rose. “We can’t go anywhere else, and it seems like Pink Diamond will be in and out.”

“Not that we could be close with her,” Hand Rose added. “We’d never be able to offer anything valuable to her.”

“Of course,” said Cheek Rose, “but we could watch her. I’m sure watching her in motion is absolutely incredible.”

“We probably wouldn’t understand half of what she does,” said Hand Rose.

“And if we did, we might be accused of spying for the Crystal Gems,” said Hip Rose.

“Pink Diamond would never wrongly accuse us!” said Hand Rose.

“I mean, the Diamonds did order us all bubbled for being in the same batch as the rebel leader,” said Cheek Rose. “Not that I’m doubting the diamonds,” she added quickly. She sighed. “What if we are defective?”

Hip Rose smiled. “Then we’re defective together.”

“And we can still do our very best to serve the Diamonds,” said Hand Rose. “It doesn’t matter if we’re defective if we keep ourselves accountable.”

“Besides, it’s not like we could do any real damage,” said Hip Rose. “She’s easily replaceable,” she said, gesturing at Pearl. “And if you really think that three quartzes could scratch a Diamond, I think you’re terribly mistaken.”

Cheek Rose smiled.

Pink Diamond pulled back the curtain to her Palanquin. The Roses immediately straightened up and saluted.

“Pearl,” Pink said. “Follow me.”

“Yes, my Diamond.” Pearl followed behind Pink to the warp.

Pink and Pearl warped back near a crystal gem base. Pink shifted into Rose.

“Do you want to talk about the Roses or get Garnet, Cherry, and Desert Glass to discuss the metallic gems?” Rose asked.

“I think we should talk about the Roses first,” Pearl said.

Rose nodded. “Let’s find a private room. I’m very curious as to what they had to say.” she started running to the crystal gems’ base.

Pearl followed Rose. They arrived at the crystal gem base and walked to a private room.

Pearl sighed. “Please don’t leave me alone with them again.”

“Oh no!” Rose exclaimed. “Was it that bad?”

Pearl nodded. “I think we tend to forget how Pearls are treated by Homeworld gems. I was an object, a piece of furniture.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Rose said. “I keep thinking that every gem would be a crystal gem if they had a chance. I completely forget that they’d act like you weren’t even there.”

“It’s ok,” Pearl said. “I learned a lot about them.”

“Are you sure?” Rose asked. “You seem upset.”

“No, I was completely on board with the idea when you said it,” Pearl reminded her. “I can tell you what they talked about. They were mostly mad at you, Rose, and talked about how you should be shattered and how unfair it was they were bubbled for so long.”

“That’s fair,” said Rose. “I mean, imagine if they knew I wasn’t even a Rose Quartz. That they were bubbled for nothing.”

“They seemed pretty loyal to Pink Diamond,” said Pearl. “I think they’d be very conflicted.”

“So am I,” said Rose, “so I don’t blame them at all. Did they say anything else?”

“Not really. They seem to be getting along pretty well. I think that they’ll be happy, at least for a while.”

“That’s good,” said Rose. “Shall we go talk to Garnet, Cherry, and Desert Glass?”

Pearl nodded. “Yes. I’ll tell you if I think of anything else.”

Rose smiled and strode out of the room. Pearl followed behind. They found Garnet, Cherry, and Desert, and asked them to meet in a planning room that night.

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#personal #tbd #whoop whoop hold on let me slide in and throw around some Words #anyway haha i know lazy has been my middle name for the past years #but oh wow jesus christ i'm absolutely hopeless nowadays #i've got so many essays to write but i just!! don't!! write them!! #god!! #i've had over a month to write the essay for tomorrow #and professor stated that ''ok kids this is NOT something you can speedwrite the night before'' and look where we are yet again #your local dumbass hasn't even started hah #also gotta present it on like thursday #but i also have another essay to turn in on thursday (also not started on) #think i have 6(?) essays to write atm hmmm #this makes it sound as though uni is going really really badly but like my grades are still swell it's just me who's constantly dying #god i want to be home and work at the farm and never leave

[blorbologist]

Hmm how about gifts for the departed, Imogen and Laudna? :3c

38. Gifts for the departed.

There are plants alive today whose pollinators/primary seed dispersers have gone extinct. In some cases it was megafauna - giant ground sloths were big enough to swallow avocado seeds. In others, well… yeah, the anthropocene extinction is to blame. Thankfully the plants can survive with dispersal by rodents, water and human intervention, but it’s tragic they've lost the species they evolved alongside. The ones they made these fruits for.

(Wrote 98% of this while doing a speedwrite with you, bar some quick edits and the bit at the end. I can't resist Imodna angst :c)

There are so many things Imogen never got to give her. 

One: that scrap of lovely calico, early on in their travels together. 

(It was too expensive, and Laudna hardly had any coin to her name, and Imogen had all of her’s and it wasn’t much at all, not much at all. 

It was, really, an absolutely gorgeous length of cloth. Laudna had a superb eye for the stuff, and Imogen could never recall seeing one that looked so finely made this far from a big city. 

Definitely worth the price - but not worth two tired women on the road. 

It would be dirtied and torn and muddied by them, before long, no matter how Laudna cared for it. And it would pay for this care by denying them money for… off the top of her head, three, maybe four meals. 

So she had to carefully take that cutting hand in her own, careful because she didn’t know how to hold it, then, and lead Laudna away n promise her they’d get some in a town or two. 

Never did.)

Two: that balm for her aches. 

(Laudna took care of her. 

She did, she just did - not in that endlessly tiring way, like an old husband and his just as old but a little wearier wife. Not sure why she brought that up, but - not like that. 

It was different, but it was care, and sometimes it cost a little extra. More time on an odd job, another hour to scrap by enough for a room away from the moon. Or passing up on a cheaper inn to get one where the bed was big enough for the two of ‘em. 

Imogen wanted to return the favor, pay it forward, pay it back, pay it in time. But caring for Laudna cost more, given she was, y’know. A peculiar case. She saw, one day, in a seedier bazard than they usually frequented, a jar of oil for corpses. To make them limber to better prepare for funeral rites and burial. 

She’d thought ‘oh, that might help Laud rest easier’. But then she’d thought of explaining it to her, of how Laudna wouldn’t mind being called a corpse but Imogen would mind it very much so. And breezed right on by.)

Three: whatever the fuck that one thing had been.

(She really, really didn’t have no words for it - they’d stopped by a little shop of curios and creatures. Creatures being taxidermied things. 

Some of them still sorta resembled what they were supposed to be - though Imogen would have bet good money the old scaly bastard had never even seen a cold, those legs were all wrong. 

And some were… custom projects. Little chimeras - this one was a mishmash of… gods almighty, who knew? Something with red scales, something else with a long head, probably two or three horned critters given the different colors. An artistic rendition of Thordak, that red wyrm Ank’Harel loved to mock and Tal’Dorei hated to fear, some decades ago. 

Laudna had been in love, oh absolutely in love with it! 

It was also big enough to be a hassle just carrying it to the cash, let alone on their travels, so Imogen had to gently big Laudna to say goodbye. 

Pate said goodbye, too, draping himself over the knobbled snout as he(Laudna) wailed about the injustice of it all.)

Four: that lunch.

(They ate together all the time - of course they did, it was two years and they shared a bed. 

But eating together and going out to eat together were two different things. 

Imogen packed their lunches, most of the time - she was used to picking out the most filling food in ways so the fruit wouldn’t bruise for trailrides. Laudna was used to just… not eating. So, yeah, Imogen usually took care of that part of their arrangement. 

But oh, one time, this one time, Laudna had clapped her hands together, nails a clatter, and pointed out a little restaurant overlooking the very edge of a valley. Not sure why it caught her eye - Imogen had forgotten to ask. 

But it was a rare cloudy day, affording them the chance to travel through when it was usually hottest, and Imogen had been in a sour mood from her red dream the night before and suggested they keep on. Laudna’s face had crumpled, and she almost walked it back, but - but - gods, she just wanted answers. 

And, more than that, the thought of it had Imogen turnin’ red as a beet, and she wasn’t quite sure why, so she turned and blurted out the first excuse and got to walking. )

Five: the ring, with the two snakes and the rubies. 

(What, you must be sayin’, she did give Laudna the ring. She did, she did. 

Is the thing - she almost didn’t. 

Came so close to chickening out, and the real problem is that it was the whole - the whole Dusk thing that made her actually square her jaw and grab for it. 

She should have given it to Laudna for Laudna’s sake. Because Laudna would love the grim imagery. Because it would match the cuffs but be a good memory and not a bad one. Because gold was a warm metal, and she didn’t deserve to get any colder. Because it was the two of them, entwined, each with their little rocks, on Laudna’s finger.

And maybe she hoped she might read into it. Just a touch.

There were plenty of pretty things in that shop - she had just asked for the rings.

And then Dusk - and Letters - and Otohan - and - and -)

So when Laudna wakes up, really wakes up, for the first time in a week, Imogen doesn’t pass on the opportunity to give her a kiss. And another, and another, and another, because she’ll fucking give Laudna every fleeting fickle thing to cross her mind because she can’t miss another.

And right now that means kisses.

(Send me a prompt and I’ll write a ficlet, a HC or an AU idea + share the science fact that inspired the prompt!)

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