#writing thing

[eidolons-stuff]

Wednesday: "So then where is Enid going with Ajax?"

Yoko: "The night fair"

Thing: *signs* "Ajax, that whore"

#oml #thing #is unhinged #even though #i am literally the one #writing thing #like this #but i stand by thing #anyway #WEDNESDAY #CRASH THE DATE #OR BETTER YET #LET THING CRASH IT #wednesday addams #yoko #yoko tanaka #wenclair #wenclair cult

[zemkzone]

MEEEEEP!

So, I haven't scrolled down my A03 profile in a while coz I only ever need to get at the Inbox and the most recent listed fics to update em usually... but it seemed faster to check a chapter deet here than on my Dropbox this morning, and WTH, I dunno if I wanna backflip or smack myself or did I just bluescreen coz When Lightning Hits Ice apparently hit 1k kudos while I wasn't looking?

#bluescreen #coldflash #fanfic writing #writing thing #the author is in shock #may just cry into coffee #gratitude cry possibly #i really love my lil blorbos

[sonicboomseason3]

shadow, sticks, 😒⚓🤖

for this ask game

"Gotta say, I didn't expect ya to join me on this trip. You're like... never this helpful."

Shadow scoffs and crosses his arms. "Don't get it twisted, badger. I have my own reasons for accompanying you."

"You always say stuff like that," Sticks manages between breaths, and Shadow promptly decides that he'd rather remain silent. She's not paying much attention anyway, what with all the effort she's putting into rowing them out into the ocean.

The two of them are sitting in a small dinghy, the island only barely visible by this point. Between them is a burlap sack with something inside and the chain of an anchor crudely tied around the drawstring. If anyone else were with them and didn't have the context, this scene would disturb them greatly.

Shadow shoots the sack a dirty look when he notices it start fidgeting. He kicks it roughly, and it stills once more. "Run what happened by me again. Eggman attacked you fools with this earlier?"

Sticks nods. "Yeah, guess he thought Metal Sonic needed a friend or somethin'." She ignores the way Shadow's nose curls slightly at the notion and continues, "Once we defeated it, I asked Sonic if I could be the one to get rid of it, and he said sure."

"And that's when I saw you with it at the beach and demanded to know what was going on," Shadow finishes for her, and she nods again. He hums. Welp, now he knows who he's going to be spending the rest of the day having a thorough discussion with.

"The others were worried you were in cahoots with Eggman," Sticks remarks. "Like maybe you consented to him making this."

"I can assure you I never consented to anything." Shadow imagines the satisfaction of decapitating Orbot and Cubot once more, and his fingers twitch. "I would never stoop to something this pathetic."

"You think this is a good place to stop?" Sticks changes the subject to ask, setting the oars down.

They're far out in the ocean enough for the island to have completely disappeared from sight. Shadow doesn't verbally respond to her question, but he uncrosses his arms and stands up, which she takes as a yes.

"Okay, so how about I grab this end and you grab that end and on the count of three we--"

Shadow doesn't wait for her to finish. With a speed that can rival only Sonic's, he picks up the sack and hurls the Shadow Android into the vast expanse of water. It immediately sinks from the weight of the anchor.

"...Or you can do that," Sticks murmurs. "Eight and a half outta ten. Points deducted for the rough landing."

Shadow's too busy finding satisfaction from imagining Eggman himself in the sack to hear her.

#sonic boom #sticks the badger #shadow the hedgehog #boom!shadow #writing thing #ask game #if it's unclear the 😒 is shadow himself. that's just his perpetual mood

[plaudiusplants]

A very important note for anyone who is injured and needs to ride a horse to get somewhere safe!: trotting is not your friend. Trotting is not your friend. Trotting is not your friend!! The trot is a very bouncy gait and if you don't know how to move with the horse or if you are too injured to be jolted you should not be trotting!! But Plaudius, you say, this character needs desperate medical care, I can't just have them walk when they're about to bleed out! This, my friend, is why there is a canter! The canter is a three-beat gait that goes much more smoothly than the trot, and if you're doing it right, it feels exactly like sitting in a rocking chair but if it was a horse instead. Lovely and fast and smooth all at the same time, I would not consider it unfeasible to carry a wounded partner lover friend while riding desperately to safety at a canter

#writing thing #I know so much about horses okay come ask me questions #horses #horseback riding #horse gaits

[taterswithranch]

New chapter is up hdjsksk

#writing thing #*depressing skeletal xylophone noises* #fnf #fnf tabi #undertale #undertale sans

[im-just-kinda-here-k]

Nobody noticed what had happened to you when you escaped that forsaken place, to everyone else, even her family, (how could even they not tell?) She were the same as ever. Quite shaken by what she went through but still alright.

But deep down you know she is still in there, lost and looking for you. You can keep her memories neatly filed away, speak to her friends as if she's still there and feel all her feelings like you're her... But this isn't right. She is supposed to do the feeling and the talking and the remembering! You're only supposed to tell her when to eat or sleep, you exist to propel her to where she wishes to go, and sense what she wishes to experience.

You need to get her back you need to find her neither are supposed to exist alone.

You're going back into that hell, and you're going to find her no matter what.

#writing thing #lets see if u can figure out what she and you are :3

[chillychive]

OBSESSED with weird bonding things. Those little things that someone close to you does that you don’t realize are a weird way of them showing their love.

Bonus points if it’s an established relationship and someone else clarifies it that that’s a show of affection and it changes EVERYTHING. Because now what was just a mildly odd quirk you finally see was them saying ily ily ily.

Bonus points if it has something to do with them being a hybrid or having animalistic characteristics.

Bonus points if they’ve been doing it the whole time you’ve known them, so you have no idea that it’s special and not just the way they are with everyone. Bonus points if that’s the confession. They’ve been saying I love you forever, but you just didn’t know it yet.

Bonus points if it’s not a romantic relationship.

#art stuff #writing thing #tropes #good tropes #weird little quirks #this is so #desert duo #or #spirk

[hoodiehydra]

just a fun writing thing

literally there’s no prompt it’s just a drabble at 12 in the morning

————

“Damn it…”

Hunched against the intricately twisted metal of the balcony barriers of his office, with the grey sky of the city leaving the city shrouded in a thick cloud of cold and fog. Cars honked below him, the traffic looking worse as the minutes rolled by.

Peak hour mornings, right?

He sighed, reaching into his pocket, fishing out a small pack of something. Cigarettes. And a lighter. Swift as ever, he ripped open the plastic layer of the box and gripped onto the first cigarette he touched and slipped it into his parted lips. In the other pocket, he pulled out a plastic lighter, black and cheap as ever, like those you’d get for those small birthday parties. A simple, black lighter, and he flicked open the switch, lighting the flame, like he had done for the past years of his life. Pack after pack, he was more than experienced with lighters, of course. Sucking in a deep breath, the thick and heavy smoke filling his lungs, the familiar feeling finally making him feel… at ease. Like his craving was finally satisfied, as he exhaled, puffing out the same smoke into the dense, chilly air.

“Hey.”

He whipped his head around, and saw her. Her. With the same classic silver leather jacket, and grey Converse shoes, sleek black hair tied into a tight and high ponytail.

He raised an eyebrow at her, making a small, confused hum at her greeting.

She chuckled, taking a cigarette from the pack still in his hand, slipping it into her mouth as well.

“Mind helping me out?”

She glanced at him, pointing to his lighter and making a few clicking sounds with her tongue. It was clear what she wanted, but she still did a small gesture with her hand, pretending she was lighting the lighter as she leaned against the barrier, back pressed against it as she faced him.

He chuckled, shaking his head, taking the cigarette out of his mouth, bringing it near her face. She could smell the pungent stench of the cigarette near her face, but she didn’t flinch at all.

He raised his cigarette to hers, that was still in her mouth, and pressed the incinerating side of it to hers, letting hers turn to ash, it burning and greying as it turned to dusty ash in the wind.

Her eyes widened slightly, a little surprised by his unique way of lighting it for her, but she still shrugged, inhaling the smoke into her lungs with a sense of satisfaction.

“Thanks.”

She nodded, placing a chaste kiss on his cheek before turning back and looking out the balcony, watching the city in the morning.

“I like the grey view.”

She muttered, just for him to hear, her gaze stuck on the city as she exhaled out the smoke.

“Yeah, me too.”

He nodded, staring at…

Her.

#glassbreaker’s treasure trove #writing thing #short fiction #small drabble

[pregnantsecondo]

My mother taught me to dance. When we were young she would take my hand and spin me around, she would count out the steps for me, and we would laugh and sing along to whatever old country song she played.

One day, my mother stopped. One day, she became distant, always so glum and grey, a shadow of her usual self. We danced no more, and no old country music was ever sang by me or her.

She would take her meals in her room, when she made them. She would stay in there all night, drinking in isolation. I wondered what I had done to make her hate me.

One day, after I had grown up, I heard her dance again. She was laughing and she was singing along like she used to. The light had returned.

I was so happy, I wanted to dance with her again. But this time, her dance was different.

Holding her just like I used to was a child, a young boy, living out the last happy moments of my childhood.

I was angry. I was sad. I was even a little bit happy. What had he done that I couldn't? Why had she left me behind? Why did it take so long for her to come back?

I realized, when I looked upon my mother, young and happy once more, that will never have the answers to those questions.

#writing thing #bit venty

[smartycvnt]

If I decided to make a playlist of all the songs I've used for fic titles, would that be of interest to anyone?

#quick question #music #playlist #writing thing #sort of

[zelgiusofbegnion]

Introduction

He marched.

Ever onward he marched.

Every step a little closer.

Every breath a little better.

Every swing a little sharper.

Yet that back was no closer than before.

Was it because of the sudden parting?

Was there some doubt, some hidden fear?

He did not know. It did not matter.

No matter what the reason, he kept pressing onward.

He marched a restless march.

At the end, an ideal whose beauty was beyond compare.

Martial perfection merely a plateau yet unreached.

Now and forever, he knew exactly who it was his blade seeked.

He marched ever onwards towards that distant back.

Ever striving to surpass that shadow.

And one day, he would climb into the sun.

And then?

Then he would march beyond the sun.

He would march beyond the stars.

He would march beyond even the Goddess.

He marched an endless march.

He would not have it any other way.

#fire emblem #path of radiance #radiant dawn #zelgius #intro post #heyo #zelgiusofbegnion #hope this was worth reading #and i hope to have fun with all of you #rp #writing thing

[faeriekit]

"This fic was ai generated—" Cool, so lemme block you real quick

#the ethics are whack but more importantly you didn't even want to write it?? who is it even for?? not you? not me? #you didn't even have enough interest in the premise to take a crack at it?? then who cares? #please don't populate in my search results I'm looking for things that people wrote because they liked something #ao3

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

#yeehaw #1k #5k #10k #posts that got cursed. blasted. im making these tag updates after... 19 hours? #also i have been told it should say speech loss bc nonverbal specifically refers to the permanent state. did not know that! #unfortunately i fear it is so far past containment that even if i edited it now it would do very little. but noted for future reference #edit 2: nvm enough ppl have come to rb it from me directly that i changed the wording a bit. hopefully this makes sense #also. in case anyone is curious. though i doubt anyone who is commenting these things will check the original tags #1) my friend did not do this on purpose in any way. it was not intended to distract me or to hit on me. im a lesbian hes a gay man. cmon now #he felt very bad about it afterwards. i thought it was hilarious but it was very embarrassed and apologetic #2) “why didn't he use 🫵🏼?” didn't exist yet. “why didn't he use 🆗?” dunno! we'd been using a lot of hand emojis. 👌🏼 is an ok sign #like it makes sense. it was just a silly mixup. also No i did not invent 👉🏼👌🏼 as a gesture meaning sex. do you live under a rock #3) nonspeaking episodes are a recurring thing in my life and have been since i was born. this is not a quirky one-time thing #it is a pervasive issue that is very frustrating to both myself and the people i am trying to communicate with. in which trying to speak is #extremely distressing and causes very genuine anguish. this post is not me making light of it it's just a funny thing that happened once #it's no different than if i post about a funny thing that happened in conjunction w a physical disability. it's just me talking abt my life #i don't mind character tags tho. those can be entertaining. i don't know what any of you are talking about #Except the ppl who have said this is pego/ryu or wang/xian. those people i understand and respect #if you use it as a writing prompt that's fine but send it to me. i want to see it #aaaand i think that's it. everyday im tempted to turn off rbs on it. it hasn't even been a week

[sonicboomseason3]

i wrote the epilogue to this idea for some reason (i haven't written anything else)

Later in the evening, Sonic sits on the balcony in front of his shack, swinging his legs back and forth as he pores over the documents in his hand. After everything that’s happened, he hasn’t had a chance to actually read them, at least not thoroughly. And when’s the last time he’s willingly sat down to read anything thoroughly? A rare situation he finds himself in, perhaps rarer than the whole “being held hostage” thing… No, definitely rarer. Getting held hostage isn’t anything new to him.

It takes less than 30 seconds for him to start getting bored. In his defense, there are a lot of big words and complicated diagrams being used. These feel like something better suited for Tails to decipher, but… the idea of sharing his discovery with anyone, even his own brother, feels wrong. He may not understand any of the contents, but he gets the sense that telling anyone about this would be a severe invasion of privacy. There’s only one person he feels comfortable discussing this with, but there’s also a high likelihood that same person would snap his leg clean off before he could finish the question.

A familiar noise prompts him to raise his head in its direction, and he spots a dark red streak fast approaching. Speak of the devil. It’s clearly about to zoom right past the beach, but Sonic still rises, stuffing the papers in his bandana to hide them. He takes a few casual steps forward to block the streak’s path, remaining unaffected even when it first shows no signs of stopping. Only when it’s inches away from crashing into him does it stop, revealing itself to be Shadow. His arms are crossed, and he’s staring at Sonic like he’s seen enough of him for the next three hundred years.

Sonic raises a casual hand in greeting. “Hey. Done with Infinite finally?”

“I could have not stopped and instead sent you flying into that ocean you despise,” Shadow snaps, gesturing toward the expanse of water with a jerk of his head. “I’ll do that anyway if you don’t hurry up and get to the point.”

“Fine, fine.” Shadow evidently isn’t a fan of small talk, not that Sonic expected otherwise. “Look, I couldn’t really say it earlier, but thanks for looking after the team for me. Gotta say, I was worried when I heard you were with them, but they told me that you weren’t too bad. So, uh, I appreciate it.”

Shadow grunts in dissatisfaction. “Don’t overthink it, hedgehog. I had my own agenda with that mutt, which is the only reason I tolerated your party of fools for so long. It was never for you.”

Sonic raises a questioning eyebrow. “So you’re saying nothing’s changed between us.”

“Pretty much.”

“Y’know, usually when somebody says that, something actually did change.”

Shadow bristles at the implication. “I will never be anything but your enemy,” he growls out before roughly shoving Sonic aside. “If all you’re going to do is spout madness, I’ll be taking my leave.”

“Hey, wait—!”

Shadow speeds off and disappears, a trail in the sand the only proof that he was ever here. Sonic sighs in resignation, pulling the documents out again. Guess he couldn’t manage to ask about these, after all.

Although… maybe it’s better that he didn’t. Considering how the exchange just now went, he doubts that Shadow would have explained anything, but would he have explained anything even if he weren’t such a hard case? Sonic looks down at the papers again, takes in the words like “FAILURE” and “TEST SUBJECT” and “MODIFICATIONS.” Those words feel like they’re shielding an unpleasant truth from bursting forth.

His grip tightens slightly, the sheets crinkling from the force. What is he even doing? It’s not his style to be this nosy about someone else’s business, especially when that someone else is so hostile towards him. It’s better to forget that he ever found these.

With that thought in mind, Sonic retreats into the shack and deposits the documents into the trash can. 

#sonic boom #sth #sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #writing thing

[sylvies-kablooie]

i do unironically think the best artists of our generation are posting to get 20 notes and 3 reblogs btw. that fanfic with like 45 kudos is some of the best stuff ever written. those OCs you carry around have some of the richest backstories and worldbuilding someone has ever seen. please do not think that reaching only a few people when you post means your art isn't worth celebrating.

#i often wonder about how many things would be considered classic or high art had they only received the marketing #how many short films that were made for class could have been the most powerful thing you'd ever seen? if you'd seen them? #“you know the greatest films of all time were never made” etc etc #but like. these works of art ARE being made. it's just enjoyed by a smaller audience with equal impact though #i think about this one furry i used to follow on insta who had the coolest worldbuilding ever. it's been years. #thought prompted by that sketch of nimona from ten years ago that was just for a character design #posted to the creator's tumblr and now it's nominated for best animated feature film at the oscars #and by the genuine emotional reaction a fan comic made me feel. how much work had gone into it. how beautiful it was to me. #idk what to tag this but i hope whoever needs to hear it does #writing #writer #fandom #fandom culture #artist

[taterswithranch]

Toxic Reunion

Based on this post hueheueu

I think Imma make a part 2 to this :3

Is this the right way? Lofie had been wandering the area that the blue-haired boy had pointed her to, but there was still no sign of her brother. She triple-checked the darkest alleyways and corners, even considering checking a fourth time. It had been a few weeks now, and her search was leading her nowhere.

Lofie bit her lip as she ventured further near the outskirts of the city. This town was a lot more decrepit than the last one her and her brother had been staying at. It seemed that the farther she went the less people there were and the more rundown everything was. An atmosphere of green wisps curled around her ankles, a putrid smell assaulting her senses. She covered her hand over her nose and mouth in a somewhat successful attempt to block it. All of the residents had warned her about this place, advising her to stay as far away as possible. A toxic wasteland. A graveyard infested with acid.

However, there had been recent rumors of a young man having arrived a few weeks prior seen living there. A tall, lanky figure adorned in black, somehow thriving among the toxins. The adults said the thing was a demon that crawled straight up from the depths of hell. The children said it was a monster that dragged the naughty ones away, never to be seen again.

It was the only place Lofie hadn’t looked.

The atmosphere thickened as she tread further into the site. It became more suffocating with each step she took. There was no one as far as she could see, not even the sounds of small creatures skittering about. Only the scent of death.

And the tall figure standing near the entrance, spraying the words “KEEP OUT” on the decaying wall.

Lofie’s heart jumped into her throat, the base of her spine turning cold. The familiar black coat with the green emblem on the back. White hair peeking out from under the hood. The green and blue rings in his eyes when he turned to the side to reach for a different can of spray paint.

“Radi?” Lofie called out, her voice broken and thin.

Radi yelped and dropped the spray can in his hand, a loud clatter cutting through the quiet as it hit the ground. He whirled around, his eyes frantically searching before locking onto her. He stiffened and his face paled. “L-Lofie?!” he sputtered once he managed to find his words, taking a few steps back.

Tears welled up in Lofie’s eyes. It had been too long since she last heard his voice. A wide smile split across her face. “Radi!” she cried, running over to her brother.

Radi flinched and stumbled back, and Lofie stopped in her tracks as soon as he did. She saw him pull away from her, holding his arms close to his chest, leaning his weight on his back leg. His body was as stiff as a board, tense with the intent to flee.

“Radi?” Lofie called out weakly. She took a step forward, her brother taking a step back in turn. “It’s me, Lofie! Your little sister?”

She saw Radi cringe. “How did you find me?” he demanded. “You shouldn’t be here!”

A piece of her heart broke. “A blue-haired boy said you were around the area,” Lofie explained, to which Radi cursed under his breath.

“I told him to keep quiet,” he hissed. “Back-stabbing traitor!” Lofie flinched as he harshly kicked the forgotten spray can, sending it skidding across the ground. His sharp eyes snapped back up to her. “You need to leave. It’s not safe here.”

Lofie fidgeted with the hem of her sweater. “Like it’s any safer for you?” she challenged, taking another step forward. Now that she said the words out loud, she mulled over how Radi didn’t seem at all affected by the toxic atmosphere.

“Lofie, please.” Radi continued his retreat as the younger advanced. “I promise it’s for the best!”

Lofie determinedly pressed on despite the fumes burning her lungs. “I’m not leaving without you!” Static appeared at the edge of her vision. “I’ve spent all this time looking for you, and you expect me to just leave?” Her stomach lurched, and it took all of her strength to swallow the bile rising in her throat.

The edge in Radi’s features melted and gave way to fear as his sister ventured further into his hazardous refuge. “Just go! I’ll be fine!” he pleaded, tripping over his own feet as he backpedaled away from her.

How is he fine? He was still standing strong, Lofie on the other hand struggling to breathe. How was he not keeling over on his knees, choking on the sea of green polluting the area?

“Not leaving,” Lofie retorted, her legs turning to jelly. The darkness fought for her line of sight, a wave of dizziness clouding inside her head. The toxins were tearing apart her insides.

“Lofie!” Radi’s words were muffled and distant, barely discernible over the blood rushing through Lofie’s ears.

“Please… come home…”

It was the last thing Lofie could mumble before her world faded to black.

#i think imma put it on ao3 #i’ll edit this with the link once it’s up :3 #writing thing #toxic reunion #fnf #fnf lofie #fnf radi