The Write Stuff (The Writing Thread)

[KungFuCutbug]

“if our lives are already written, it would take a courageous man to change the script.”

this is the writing thread! you can post various bits of prose and poetry you've written here. fanfiction, roleplay, chat logs, song lyrics, anything! go nuts!

[wingedcatgirl]

I love this bit from btb so much and it makes me sad that it will probably be months before I properly publish it so here

Thoughts passed between Rachel and Riley, faster than words.

You two do know I can hear that, right?

Hush, Riley thought. Okay. We don't trust you.

Obviously.

... But, Riley thought, sounding annoyed, since our goals happen to align right now...

"Plus the fact that we're stuck together whether we want to be or not..."

You've "decided" to "let" me "join" your "team".

[MadeOfMilk]

Oh boy, time to post my crappy attempts at poetry!



Here's a super short one I made a few years ago called "Private Eden":

 

I close my eyes and embark on a path

to a secret affair of wordless passion

that makes my heart dance

 

A little touch, a little stroke

of genius and relentlessness

from the ethereal scenic route

 

My own little secret, my own little scandals

have no need for conversation

as I float around aimlessly

[psychedelicate]

Here, have some out-of-context dialogue I plan to stick in a future oneshot:

"Fuyuhiko?"

"Mm?"

"The word 'gay' used to mean 'happy,' right?"

"Yeah? Why're you askin'?"

"Well… if we're both guys, dancin' in the moonlight like this, and I'm feelin' real happy to be with you, then that means I'm really heckin' gay."

"Sometimes that fuckin' mouth of yours really is better off shut."

[CrystalMemoria]

I wrote a thing about Xicaih (Nobody Aichi ala Kingdom Hearts) a while back, and I just remembered it.

Xicaih places each card in front of him on his desk, carefully looking them over.

“...”

Every single one is how he remembers. Not a single one is scuffed or bent. They're all just… perfectly fine.

That's a good thing, right? At least, looking back on it, he imagines it being the case…

He raises a hand to where his heart should be, looking down towards his chest.

He'd be smiling if he had a heart, right? Xicaih can't help but sigh, a little… confused. He has all of these memories of his, ones he knows… but none of them strike a cord anymore… It's like he's been completely separated from him, and it's something that he hates.

If he were real… If he had a heart… Would it be different…? Would the smiles he remembers in his memories spring to life? Would those moments in which he spent time with all of those people, the people that he thought of as friends mean something again?

He begins gathering his cards up once more, shuffling them. Even if they don't give him the feelings like his memories imply they should, he still wants them around. Looking back on those memories, he would say they're precious to him, right?

...Yeah, that's right. These cards, especially Blaster Blade, are precious to him. It would probably sound insane that a Nobody thinks that cards are ‘precious’, but Xicaih would like to think they are precious.

Or at least he'll tell himself that. Maybe if he imagines it enough, it'll be true. After all, imagination is his strength, right? Kai said something like that long ago to him, back when he had a heart. He remembers things changed after that was said to him, although the disconnect between him and his emotions in his memories are still present.

He still has the ability to imagine things. That's simple enough. Imagination is easy, but he doesn't feel anything when he does. Nothing like the memories that float through his mind, his time he spent playing Vanguard with all of those friends of his.

The friends he wants to see again.

Xicaih ceases his shuffling and stashes his deck away in his cloak, looking downward in thought as he continues sitting at his desk..

He wants to see them again, but he doesn't have a heart. Can he truly call himself their friend if he doesn't have a heart? If he doesn't have the ability to feel like they do?

That disconnect is all but palpable between humans and Nobodies, he knows this. For him to truly be with anyone, he needs a heart.

Xicaih wants a heart. 

Being without a heart sort of makes him think of something that seems unpleasant in his memories. A time when he seemed almost similar to now... A time he seemed this empty.

A time without Vanguard and without those friends.

He remembers thinking he never wanted to go back to that, and he thinks he doesn't want to go back to that even now. Even though he doesn't have a heart, loneliness isn't something he likes the idea of.

It wasn't unpleasant like it was then, but it's certainly something he doesn't want. He wants to be around friends. He wants to play Vanguard. He wants for it to mean something, like it used to… but it seems like he needs a heart for that.

Or at least he thinks so? Hearts and what they do seem to be a far away image… He remembers things from when he had one, but that disconnect is still so strong… Just what is a Nobody supposed to do when they want to feel, and yet they can't?

What are they supposed to do when they want what they had, and yet they think they can't go back?

Xicaih stands from his seat, walking towards the window. He looks towards the sky, lost in his thoughts. How strange is it that he thinks like this? Do other Nobodies think like this? He doesn't tell anyone else his thoughts like this… It's always been in his nature to be quiet about this kind of thing, he thinks.

...Yeah, things that he considered ‘troublesome’ to others he always kept to himself. He does remember that very clearly. He still does that. He's never liked troubling others…  It's best just to hide behind smiles, he thinks.

Truth be told, Xicaih finds himself musing on these things a lot. Perhaps you could say he ‘misses’ his old life, before he lost his heart. That's not possible though… You need a heart to truly miss something, right?

Xicaih raises his hand to where his heart should be once more. He does that a lot, too. It's like he keeps expecting it to be there. How silly of him, right?

He cracks a small smile with a light chuckle, seeing as it is rather silly to keep putting his hand there. There's no heart there. To do the gesture should mean nothing, and yet he still does it…

…

His smile fades, replaced by a more level expression. He's uncertain of what he should really be ‘feeling’ at the moment, honestly… When he's alone, he doesn't really bother to keep up the fake smiles… He just… wears a natural expression.

Although… Why does he feel a frown all of a sudden? He shouldn't be frowning… It'd mean he's not happy, right? If he had a heart, that is…

Xicaih shakes his head, trying to get some of the thoughts out of his head. He shouldn't be thinking like this… He needs to focus on getting a heart, right? He's not sure what he needs to do, but maybe he'll find out soon…

To gain a heart… That'll give Xicaih a real purpose and life, right? Instead of this emptiness he feels right now.

“...I wonder what Kai would say about me…” Xicaih mumbles to himself, thinking back to his once best friend. After all, Xicaih is no longer the boy he once was… So they're no longer the good friends they were.

Even if Xicaih would like it if they were.

...It's no good… That's an image that just won't come to mind…

[artsyGeek]

Little AU thing where Scott gets infected by the virus. 

> You healed a Virus!

> ..you both rolled a 6.


... 


What the..? What just.. Happened? I tried walking. Tried. Then a sudden, sharp pain hits my head. I grabbed my head, trying to handle it. Something about the pain reminded me of something that happened to me before. Something I don't want to remember again.


I tried and tried to get the pain away, but it's useless. The pain only grew harder and harder to bear. "Get it out, get it out, GET IT OUT!" I yelled out in my mind.


Soon, zeroes and ones fill up my sight as it fades to red. I was in so much pain I couldn't even bear it at all, but.. At the same time, I felt relief. Happiness. Even emotions I have no idea what to name. I've no idea where it came from, or if it's even real or just a pale imitation, but..


It had ended. It ended too soon, in fact.


I fell down, before getting up soon after.


These emotions. I've got no words for it, yet they make me feel something I've been craving for a while now.

I felt like a mistake for healing one of those bastards, but, maybe there was an upside to it.


..y'know, I always wonder why the world didn't know about this already. Dunno why they don't want to.


All I know now, is that… 


I'll be coming for them. 

THE INFECTION SPREADS

[MadeOfMilk]

I think the rule I set for this poem was that each line needed only 2 words? I dunno, it's a been a few years since I wrote this:

Confiding in You

 

Can I

ask you

a question

 

it might

seem like

it's dumb

 

a waste

of your

precious time

 

but just

for my

own sake

 

hear me

out on

my everything

[Dookie]

I don't know if this counts, but I have a weird hobby of making fake compilation albums for artists, events, and labels. Here's an example of something I made yesterday:

33 - The Best of the Smashing Pumpkins:

Side 1:

Cherub Rock
Tonight, Tonight
The Chimera
Tarantula
Landslide

Side 2:

I Am One
Zero
Rhinoceros
Ava Adore
Today

Side 3:

Bullet with Butterfly Wings
The Everlasting Gaze
Disarm
Mayonaise
1979

Side 4:

We Only Come Out At Night
Eye
Untitled
Siva
Drown

[awe921]

limerick thing

Close my eyes and hope for the end
Farewells to my loved "friend"
Knife for the deed
To make me bleed
Time has come for me to ascend

[CrystalMemoria]

Is this thread OK for just talking about writing as well? I've got fanfic ideas I want to tackle, but I don't have anything actually written of them... ^^;

Like I've been super in the mood to write something related to my OTP, but I don't know how to go about it.

[CrystalMemoria]

I decided to finish an AichiXMisaki short story thing I started up a long time ago!

“Misaki would be… like a trapped princess.”


Aichi's mind has been stuck on how that thought crossed his mind for a while now. It was innocuous in meaning, but he really should have thought twice before saying it aloud.... Especially since he said it about Misaki of all people.


The context of the sentence in question?


It has been a rather normal day in Card Capital… although the cardfighting has sort of slowed down a bit. During the downtime, Aichi began musing to himself about how he wishes he could be like Blaster Blade. He has always tried very hard to imagine himself like that, and it definitely affects the way he fights… but he's not really there yet. He wishes he could be like Blaster Blade, and somehow the discussion shifted to…


...RPG classes?


Aichi didn't mind this whatsoever. In fact, it was a very fun subject! The idea of RPGs has always been a very exciting one to him, one that sets his imagination alight with ideas and images. Apparently Aichi wouldn't work as a swordsman like Blaster Blade, according to the others though… As disappointing as it is, Aichi has to admit that their recommendation for him felt nice as well. To be a mage like Marron… or perhaps a healer like Elaine!


His other friends were given classes and roles as well. Kamui would be the protagonist because his personality lines up with the role, Miwa would be a merchant that has plenty of wares and information for the party… and many more!


But one moment… one moment Aichi found himself musing when it was suggested that Kai and Misaki would be villains. He hadn't really agreed with it, and he tried to figure out what else would suit them…


He found himself trying to sort through some images of what role Kai would have in his head… the best he can envision is Kai being the extremely powerful ally, the one that can transcend all of the odds… but if you rely on him too much, then you won't get any stronger. It took a while, but he settled for that.


Then it came to thinking up something for Misaki.... It didn't take long for an image to come to mind. Although this one was a tad… different than Kai's. It escaped his lips without much thought, and he now feels that he should have known better than to speak it aloud (or perhaps to even think of it in the first place).


“Misaki would be… like a trapped princess.”


The idea of this stuck in his mind for a moment, and he could clearly picture Princess Misaki stuck in her tower, ready for a knight to save her… However, his thoughts were interrupted by Morikawa, who said she was nothing like that. That's very true… Misaki really isn't, is she…?


...But then Misaki spoke up:


“Wait!”


 That made Aichi freeze. Between Morikawa's comment and Misaki's sudden cutting in, Aichi grew rather fearful. What was he saying? Misaki wouldn't be like some damsel in distress… That's insulting, isn't it? It's not what he meant, but Misaki might have taken it the wrong way… Combined with how she is when she's angry, and…


Well, thankfully it wasn't the case. Misaki actually played along with the idea, in a moment of shockingly good humor. She claimed she would be willing to play the trapped princess… if she was given all the books she wanted, among other things. It was a moment of relief for Aichi, as he was safe from Misaki's wrath.


But now that conversation is long over, everyone's chatting about other subjects, and Aichi finds himself thinking back on it. What even prompted that? He knows better than to assume Misaki couldn't handle herself. He knows that.


He digs through his mind, trying to find something that prompted it… and he silently comes to a conclusion.


Back when he was just a child, not long after he got Blaster Blade from Kai… Aichi developed an interest in knights. He developed a fascination with them thanks to Kai and Blaster Blade, and he used some of his spare time that he couldn't spend playing Vanguard imagining Blaster Blade doing incredible feats, just as a legendary knight would.


Of course, that included rescuing trapped princesses.


“...”


He even tried to imagine himself like that, believe it or not. Mattering enough to someone and being strong enough to rescue a princess from an evil monster. It never worked out in his mind back then, but it was still something he wished he could do.


He wished he could be in that situation. To be someone's knight in shining armor. To make that difference in someone's life.


Aichi stays silent as all of this crosses his mind, and he turns his head to look towards Misaki as he does. He takes a really good look at her.


She wouldn't let herself be a trapped princess, but there had to be a reason he thought of it, right…? Maybe it was just that she was the only girl in his group? That felt a little silly though… Being a girl doesn't make someone a trapped princess, he knows that.


So what could it be?


Maybe, just maybe… Aichi wishes he could be a strong figure for her…? He's seen how tough she is, how she stands up for herself, how she doesn't let things get in her way without a fight. They're all traits he admires in her, even if he never said anything. Traits he wishes he could have as well, but he's just too soft to.


He wouldn't mind being like that for her, too. Someone she can rely on. Someone she can lean on. To be a knight in shining armor for her in her darkest hour...


He'd like this a lot, he feels…


So that's it. It's not that he thinks Misaki is a trapped princess, it's that he wants to be a hero for her. He wants to be someone supporting her just as she supports him.


...Is that strange? He feels a little strange as he thinks it to himself.


…


...Oh dear, has he been staring at Misaki for that long? He quickly turns his head away from her, feeling oddly warm. Just in time, too, as Misaki looks in his direction right after he does. He suddenly feels so awkward, it's difficult to explain.


To be someone for Misaki to rely on… Yes, that's an image he wants to achieve!


If only he didn't feel so odd when he thinks about it...

[madface7]

   The alarm was blaring. Red flashing lights covered all over the facility. Four figures, holding syringes, darted past her as she struggled not to trip over her own tail. Her ears perked up, she managed to burst down the door to her lab. She was slowly losing her mind. She was not going to let her body become property of… of that thing. What had seemed like such a good idea, what had seemed like her creating something new, creating such a wonderful creation, her child- was being torn apart at the seams, as she froze in front of her lab table. 

Was she really going to try this? Was she really taking the easy way out? There must have been some other way- No, she thought. If she had tried to come up with a solution, eventually her child would take her mind- no, it wasn't her child. It wasn't human. It was a monster. So why couldn't she shake the feeling of guilt, trying to rid herself of this pestilence? 

It must be trying to get at her, she thought. It must be influencing her brain, pacifying her, gaining her trust- there is no other reason. But she still felt a slight tinge of doubt as she swept all her materials off her desk, as glass shatters and strange substances spill all over the floor. She reached for the two syringes on her desk- something in her mind was screaming at her to stop, but she could not listen. She had to pressure on. If she had to pay for her failure, so be it. She deserved it, anyway- leaving her friends behind, growing distant from everyone else; she distinctly remembered one of her acquaintances from childhood, she was her best friend… she apologized to her friend mentally, hoping that somewhere, somehow, she'd hear it. But this is now. Her only friend nowadays was Claire, and that had been thrown out the window ever since the experimental collision. Why did she have to tear herself away from everyone she loved? 

She swallowed and raised the syringe to the inside of her right elbow. The needle wobbled as she thrust it into the joint, almost wanting to yell out in pain. But she persisted. She pushed in the mixture and started to feel tired… but she was worried. She still felt that same lingering guilt, that same sadness for her child… Goddammit, it wasn't her child! Why did she keep repeating that in her head? Her child, her child, her child- 

“Get out,” she shouted, wanting nothing to do with the monster she had created. “Get out.” She raised the second syringe, fully intent on destroying her entire life if it meant getting away from it. “Get out.” She plunged it into her neck. “GET OUT.” She repeated this like a mantra, until everything started to get blurry… Her vision clouded, and the colors of the room seemed to simultaneously brighten and fade. Her mind started to draw to a blank. All she could remember is that she was regretful- she still felt the twinge of guilt over killing her child… maybe she should just give in to it all… 

And then it all went dark. 

Hours later, she woke up in the same room. She tried to remember something that happened before this… but there was nothing. In fact, all she could remember was her name, and also a lingering feeling of worry for her… what was she worried about?

 Her mind was fuzzy. Was she just born? Yes, that had to be it. Today is the date of her birth, of course. She stood up and her head started to hurt piercingly. 

Well, stay calm, she thought. Try to be happy. 

But she couldn't. Nothing would let her be happy. She couldn't feel anything. 

Maybe this is what it's like to be happy? She hadn't remembered being happy before. This must be it. 

She then tried to giggle. She sounded happy, so she must be happy. This is what happiness is like! 

…But there was nothing there. She felt nothing. Deep down, she knew she was lying to herself. She was never happy. But her brain was so fuzzy and it was hard to think… 

…thinking hurt. It hurt for her to think. Maybe that was keeping her from being happy? She had to stop thinking rationally. She had to let everything go… 

…and she smiled. Was she truly happy? She didn't know. But at least she felt good. She felt comfortable. She felt safe. 

And that was all she needed, right?

[Florien]

It was quiet in the greenhouse. The lights were bright, the sun was shining, and the blood from the corpse had begun to pool on the cold concrete of the floor. The smell of plants and loose soil was pervasive. It almost hid the smell of the freshly spilled blood. The body lay between rows and columns of plant boxes, no way to see it from the entrance. No cameras focused on the area where it lay. Escape. No way out. Other route? No. Confess? Not an option. Cover up? No way to dispose of the body. FUCK.

Was there a good reason for it to get this far? Probably not. Heat of the moment excused it, right? No. Just reporting them might have worked, but violence HAD worked. The problem was solved. But they were now faced with a new problem. Need to get out. Their mind raced. They'd not planned for this. Not planning, a mistake they knew they'd make again, but not for a while, at least. Frame a senior officer. The idea had come unprompted to their mind. Time felt like it was running more slowly. All the time in the world to think. It was a good idea, or, at the very least, not worse than the others. But who to frame? No one else was close by the greenhouse at this time of day. No one else could have done it. They briefly considered making a bomb out of fertilizer and oil, but realized they had neither ammonium nitrate fertilizer nor rock oil. Aside from that, what could the explosion solve? No. Think. There's a better way. There has to be.

They continued thinking. It felt like hours were passing. Surely someone would enter and figure it out any minute. There were cameras on the entrances, it would be obvious who had done it. Wait for someone to enter, and then sneak out, framing them? No. Their prints were on the gardening shears, and there was no way to get rid of the shears. They looked at the clock on the wall. It had been two minutes since they had done it. Plenty of time to think of a plan. They kept telling themself that, but it felt like there was no time. They'd be caught and kicked out, imprisoned, maybe worse. Run and seek aid. Some people may not care what happened here. The idea appealed. Flight. It would be difficult, but they had heard of some groups who might be interested. At the bare minimum, murder would not be a mark against them on their application. It wouldn't be an easy route, their whole plan had been derailed by this day. But the route was certainly more appealing than any alternative visible. Why not? What's the worst that can happen? Death, certainly, but that's a risk run just as much by any other course today. The idea was too appealing to pass up. No one would question them on the way out, they'd long ago figured out how to walk so that no one would stop them. The question was, could they get to a ship before someone found out about the crime and locked down the Academy? Nothing for it. Do it.

The young floran, barely in their twenties, followed that course. Quickly, with purpose, as if asked to go pick up something. Bloodstains were beginning to set in on their shirt. A few people stared briefly, but none stopped them. The shears had been abandoned in the greenhouse. They'd only raise questions. They came upon the port, where the spacecraft were stored. Some were being stocked with cargo, others were being unloaded, and still others were awaiting orders. They knew how to fly, and they had the uniform. No one would question them. It would just look like a cadet heading in to pick up some cargo. Routine. They walked through security without stopping. The guard briefly stared at the bloodstains on their shirt, but made no move to stop them, and returned to playing checkers on his phone. One of the spacecraft was being loaded up with weapons. Nothing special, just supplies to a protectorate peacekeeper regiment. Perfect. They stepped aboard, as if to help, and looked around. An unattended crate. Exposed weapons. Perfect. They grabbed a pistol and a shock baton, no point in grabbing anything unconcealable, and made their way to the cockpit. The pilot was there, chatting with a full member of the protectorate. A peacekeeper, by the look of them. Floran's already killed one today. More won't worsen the matter. The cockpit was soundproofed and had blast-resistant doors, as was the standard. "HEY! One moment! Floran needss to talk with you!"

The decision to speak was perhaps foolish, but it got the both the pilot and the peacekeeper's attention. Both looked in confusion at the floran with the bloodstained shirt, with the door sliding shut behind them. The door shut fully with a hiss. Two muffled gunshots rang out through the largely empty ship. No one on the crew loading it heard them. The total number of murders that day at the Academy rose to three. Floran should feel something. Floran was told that floran would feel something. Floran was told killing a living being is hard. It couldn't just be a lack of empathy for meat-creatures either, they reflected. The pilot had been floran, like them. Surely they should have felt something, anything, but there was nothing. Just a vague sense that they should be feeling something which just wasn't there. Moving quickly on, they set to work activating the ship's systems, and closed the cargo bay door. No point in worrying about people trapped inside. Floran will get them later. The manifest, though there was blood spattered on it, was clear enough to read. The ship was set to leave in fifteen minutes. That explained why it was right there on the runway. The escape would be easy. From there, freedom.

They began taxiing the ship down the runway. The flight controller at the tower hailed them. "Craft Tango-Peru-three-nineteen, you have not been cleared for takeoff. Please stop the craft and wait for clearance." They briefly considered shouting at the flight controller, perhaps swearing, but thought better of it. Silence was better. "Tango-Peru-three-nineteen, stop your craft immediately." They were picking up speed down the runway. Only a few more seconds until takeoff. "Tango-Peru-three-nineteen, stop immediately, this is your final warning." The craft lifted off, passed outside the atmosphere, and reached orbit. No turning back. There was enough fuel to warp tens of thousands of light years. Anywhere not on the flight manifest was an option. The number of choices was overwhelming. All that remained was finding the coalition. They'd been around for decades, taking in anyone who was willing to fight for them. They were no nation. They were little more than an organized pirate group. But with success within the protectorate no longer an option, this was the best available route. Maybe it will be a better route than the original plan. A well of hope sprung up in the young floran, as they sat in the pilot's seat, next to the slumped bodies of the pilot and the peacekeeper. At very least, floran knows more about floran'sself than did this time yesterday. There was a hammering on the door to the cockpit. "Adi, what the FUCK is wrong with you?!" Adi. A name to one of the corpses, at least. "What'ss one or two more?" Sendri said to themself, as they took aim, and opened the door.

[josh6243]

Neptune finds himself by a strange statue holding a wrestling ring. Where could the Stardroid's cowardly opponent have gone now? Hah. He probably ran away at Neptune's awesomeness. 

A rather goofy-looking man in a fish costume emerges from the waters. The left arm of the fish-man, from Neptune's perspective, is an arm cannon with a fan built in to jettison water more easily. Despite his rather unorthodox appearance, it is clear that he hungers for blood.

Suddenly, he lunges at Neptune and takes a huge bite out of his shoulder. Looks like the aquatic Stardroid is on the menu now, eh?

“Geppappa~,” laughs the fish-man. “So I'm fighting against my prototype, huh?”

After firing a burst of Salt Water to force the fish-man off, Neptune demands, “Who the heck are you, copycat?”

“Geppappa! The name's Gepparland, inferior being! Your death will please Nemesis and Terumi very much!”

“Well then,” replies Neptune as he readies an ass-kicking statement. “Prepare to disappoint your creators in Silicon Hell. Water Magnum!”

Neptune takes a huge breath before expelling a massive stream of water right at Gepparland. As a Stardroid, his relative strength compared to the feeble technology on Earth made this feat child's play. Never underestimate a Stardroid, baby!

“Rolling Water!”

Gepparland counters with a stream of water from his arm cannon. At first, Neptune is winning, but Gepparland has a trick up his sleeves, judging by how his eyes rolled back to reveal the whites in his eyes. According to some biologists, sharks had this exact tell when they're in bloodlust. Gepparland's out for Neptune's blood tonight! 

As Gepparland vomits gigantic fish eggs from his mouth, he yells, “Spit Micro Geppar!”

Suddenly, the eggs all hatch into miniature Gepparlands and rush over to Neptune's open shoulder wound to devour the wiring within Neptune's arm, exacerbating Neptune's pain even further. As he shrieks a loud yell from the damage he's receiving, he stops his Water Magnum water beam on Gepparland, letting the Artificial Perfect Chojin push Neptune into the water in an instant.

Heavily wounded by Gepparland, Neptune starts seeing things as he sinks to the bottom of the pool. His mind must be playing tricks on him as the spirit of Terra appears in an instant. It must be one of those near-death experiences.

Struggling to stay awake, Neptune squints his eyes and asks, “Terra, am I heading to Silicon Hell?”

“Not quite,” confidently replies the fallen Stardroid leader. “You still have much work to do here.”

Neptune still has work to do on Earth, eh? It can't be much, given how he failed so miserably against this disgusting trash. How can Earthling tech improve itself so much in a short period of time? It's so baffling.

Neptune cluelessly states, “I do?”

As Terra's spirit fades away, his voice echoes, “Yes. The Jellyfish Pirates see you as one of their own. Remember, Neptune… Remember…”

Neptune flashes through his memories quickly. Although his first days as janitor were a living hell, Dizzy was there to give him plenty of moral support. She gave him hearty meals behind her captain's back, giving him the needed strength to complete his chores. Dizzy even talked Blaze into slowly loosening his restrictions one by one until he became a proud member of the crew. 

To prove his loyalty to the crew, Neptune participated in a few bounty hunts as well. He did extremely well as he's a freaking Stardroid. Earth tech still doesn't stand a chance against advanced space tech.

Neptune flares up the Burning Inner Strength, causing a massive whirlpool to form in the pool. His true strength is now at work, it seems. Through sheer determination, Neptune forces the tiny Gepparlands out of his wound and dissolves them all with a huge Salt Water bubble.

Neptune climbs out of the pool, now determined to make fish sticks out of Gepparland. Still confident of his victory, Gepparland just laughs, “Geppappa~ Back for round 2, inferior one?”

“That I am,” replies the Stardroid with renewed vigor. “Try this on for size! Break Dash!”

Channeling Pluto's technique in honor of his fallen comrade, Neptune dashes at Gepparland and slugs him real hard with a megaton punch, which causes the Perfect Chojin to fly a large distance away from the Stardroid. Neptune follows up his assault with Uranus's Deep Digger technique, gathering enough rubble and debris to create a massive block. 

As the table turns against Gepparland, the artificial Perfect Chojin shouts, “What's going on here? This inferior one shouldn't be this strong?! Bloody Mary!”

Out of desperation, Gepparland gathers up the blood and oil spilled by both combatants and a few of his eggs into an enormous ball of destruction and chucks it at Neptune, who shields against the attack with the Deep Digger cube. In a repeat of the earlier beam tug-of-war, Neptune seems to lose against the Bloody Mary, but his newfound strength causes the rocky cube to splatter the Bloody Mary orb into a crimson mess.

In a futile attempt at saving his skin, Gepparland attempts to shatter the cube with a Rolling Water blast, but sadly the Deep Digger block still holds strong. The Burning Inner Strength in Neptune is quite spicy tonight, baby!

Once he powers through the beam, Neptune slams the Deep Digger cube right at Gepparland, amputating Gepparland's arm cannon in the process and causing a huge amount of blood loss from the Artificial Perfect Chojin. And due to the shock, Gepparland passes out! Neptune wins!

Here's some of my writing.

[MadeOfMilk]

Here, have "Lilith", an overly pretentious attempt at writing a villanelle:

Through insanity, my soul has fell
Portraits painted in angelic blood
(Come with me, my sweet Samael)

I dreamt of you, a wishing well
Fluid passion of a Biblical flood
Through insanity, my soul has fell

My mind, asylum seclusion cell
Straitjacket and a little rose bud
(Come with me, my sweet Samael)

Bewitch me, cast me a spell
Demon prince from a frog in the mud
Through insanity, my soul has fell

Porcelain, virginal as an eggshell
A poison dagger and a diamond stud
(Come with me, my sweet Samael)

Let us go, to the fiery flames of hell
Sin is the plasma of our lifeblood
Through insanity, my soul has fell
(Come with me, my sweet Samael)

[artsyGeek]

Dangan RPs are fun, so I wrote up a thing:

[He's back here now. Laying on his bed - or rather, sofa, if we're making the room exactly like how it is shown in the source material -, he stares at the ceiling. The whole conversation was quite an interesting one indeed. He then thought about Weiss' occasional muttering about her father.] "Considering the topic of the conversation, perhaps..?"

[...of course. Scummy parents, and specifically scummy fathers. He's experienced with them - He lived with one before, after all. He sits up, then sighs.] "Who on Earth lets scummy people have children?"

[After some time, he lies down on.. whatever he's sleeping on, and drifts off to sleep.]

[Cassie]

Idk if it shouldn't be here if it's only a sentence long.

This is a combination of TropesForever's initial headcanon of the Status Quo (giant spooky monster) from T:TS and me listening to the Magnus Archives.

This is it. A new Fear. The Status Quo. The fear of nevercoming change, the fear that everything remains the same regardless, no matter how hard you try, try, try.

[KungFuCutbug]

made a little what-if thing for if Pico had gotten infected in Escape from Zombie Park Island

[Pico sat on the edge of his bed, internally panicking and unable to sleep. The pain from the bites he had sustained earlier in the day was keeping him awake. How the hell hadn't he noticed it before Dr. Frankie said something? A single nip from a Tasmanian tiger apparently stung a lot more than he thought. He clutched the injured part of his arm tightly, inhaling sharply through clenched teeth.] “Fuckin’ hell... Least she could've done was given me the fuckin’ tylenol Isaac made earlier. Somethin’, anythin’ to stop this—”

[Suddenly, a massive headache came onto him.] “—pAIN?!”

[He fell off the bed onto his knees on the wooden floor of his dormitory, clutching his head, tugging at his hair, mumbling incomprehensible profanities. The agony soon spread to his entire body, consuming him. The borders of his vision turned a dark blood red; he clenched his eyes shut, hoping it would go away, but it only spread further. He felt as though he were bound to explode any minute. He couldn't see, he couldn't think, he couldn't move, he couldn't breathe...

And just as he felt he wasn't able to bear it anymore... it all vanished, as quickly as it had come.]

“Huh?” [Pico blinked. He hadn't exactly felt numb or anything. As a matter of fact, he felt as though he hadn't gotten bitten at all. He rolled up his shirt sleeve to check if something happened. Yep, the bite mark was still there on the inside of his elbow, clear as day and still a little bloody.

Then he looked a little closer and noticed the rest of his arm was stark white. He rolled his sleeve back down, pushed himself to his feet, and ran to the nearest mirror. Sure enough, his skin was far, FAR paler than it had been earlier in the day, and his eyes looked sort of bloodshot if he inspected them closely. It didn't take long for him to connect the dots from there: Pico had become a zombie. The 50/50 odds were against him.

...Against him? He had to think about it for a minute. He didn't feel any different than he did before the bite. He wasn't a mindless animal, like he thought he would become if he contracted the infection. He was still just Pico, but slightly different—perhaps slightly stronger, even, if the virus was capable of bringing him back from death.] “Heh. Maybe this fuckin’ virus bullshit isn't so damn bad, after all.”

[He then remembered that his compatriots still thought otherwise, though. Looks like his new mission was to prevent them from finding out what happened to him.

He thought for a bit. Soon, his thoughts led him to Google Translate. She had compared turning into a zombie to “becoming the devil” back when Isaac had first gotten bit. She would probably react the worst to the revelation, and so, he rationalized, she needed to die first so that she wouldn't have to ever find out. Then he reminded himself that Thrivey was the other bite victim earlier that evening, and figured he could throw the others off-track if he could successfully frame him for her death.

His plan now fully in place, he reached into his drawer and grabbed a fountain pen. That'd do nicely for imitating a dragon's bite marks, wouldn't it? With that, he turned to exit his bedroom, looking for Google Translate's. Once he found it, he didn't even give her time to respond—into her neck the pen went, again and again at a specific angle to mimic the teeth of a draconian. Once that was over and she was no longer alive to resist him, he repeated the process on her thigh, and again in her elbow—the same place Pico's own bite was, conspicuously, but he hoped nobody would notice.

He tossed her body onto the floor with a thud, dusting off his hands.] “Hmph. Betcha'll meet plenty of actual fuckin’ devils where you're headed, bitch.” [Well, the deed was done, so he didn't need to loiter for much longer.

He left Google Translate's cabin, locking the door behind him, and returned to his own. Once back there, he licked the fountain pen to wipe off his fingerprints (hey, he was a zombie, he didn't need to worry about getting sick), placed it in the back of the drawer he got it from, and climbed into bed. He found it much easier to sleep that night than he had previously.]

[awe921]

'Ayo, the pizza's here!' yelled Stew. It was Valentines and Ikei had ordered some pizza for the one he loves, and Stew knew it. Soon enough, Ikei ran towards the stairway.

But then tragedy strikes. Ikei twists his ankle on the first step and falls down.
'OH, (insert slur that viruses can say)!'
Ikei ungraciously tumbled down the stairs with Windows XP error noises playing from each impact. 'GAHHH!'
Seeing the tragedy unfold, Stew runs towards the stairs and past Pizzacatcher Awe who was delivering the pizza. As he arrives to Ikei's body mangled from the staircase tumble, Stew crouches to his level and shakes Ikei awake.
"You OK?!"

'My ears burn...' answered Ikei.

[Guma]

Question: are we allowed to post full story outlines here?

[wingedcatgirl]

sure, why not

[Whistle]

Wrote a little extra bit for one of my opening scenes:

HORROR MOVIE CAT (CONT'D)
(deep, scratchy)
In your lungs.

LIZ
Wait a minute, he is the bad guy!

A scream. Stabbing noises as the fox is dunked underwater. Liz bursts out laughing, rolls over. Autumn stares blankly, closes her sketchbook, props her other leg up.

LIZ
You scared AJ?

AUTUMN
(blushing)
N—n—no, I just... I kinda...

HORROR MOVIE CAT
(O.S.)
Have you drunk your eight glasses a day?! Huh?!

LIZ
...Kinda what?

HORROR MOVIE FOX
(O.S.)
Katie!
(gasps)
Help!

AUTUMN
You wouldn't ever... do that to me, would you?

Liz looks hurt. She puts her heart on her chest. Scoffs.

LIZ
Autumn, I never! The world's all rubber; we're glue.

Autumn stares blankly. Reopens her sketchbook, resumes drawing.

[Whistle]

Brief scene with Eco and Jake that I think might be somewhat cool. Wonder if it helps subtly convey that Eco is trans.

Jake stammers. They are almost at the top of the rampway. Jake puts the crystal back on the wall.

JAKE
Could we pause for a moment? Perhaps we might do a favor for a favor or something along those lines. Say, if I transcribe this letter for you, you tell me about those things or something al--

ECO
(furious)
Stop with it!

JAKE
No. Honestly, I just need to know. You can just tell me and I won't bother you with it again.

Eco stops just before the sun shines in. Takes a deep sigh. Stands over Jake, encased in shadow.

ECO
(shrinks)
You see her wing? They small.

Eco gets the fabric out of his bag.

JAKE
...Just like yours.

ECO
But they girl. I boy. But I, I not look like one.

Eco unfolds the two fabric pieces. Giant; Jake covers his mouth. 

JAKE
Oh!

Jake steps forward, into the light.

Eco has his wings on, folded them back.

JAKE
You... wow! You look... majestic! I, just like your father!

Eco smiles, then frowns in realization. Yanks off his wings, stuffs them back in his bag.

ECO
I not my mate.

[~okami~]

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13849518/1/La-Rosa

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13849560/1/Barcelona

[artsyGeek]

Some spoilers for FNaF SL!

[Mike opens his eyes, only to notice... Something's off. He's not at his room - In fact, the room he's at doesn't seem that familiar. Maybe due to it being quite poorly lighted. Not even he knows for sure.]

[A familiar voice can be heard, telling him to move forward. He follows the voice's instructions, before he realised.]

[..oh no. Oh no, no no.]

[He tries to go somewhere else - Somewhere the voice didn't tell him to go, but to no avail. He can't seem to go astray from the voice's instructions. He can only stop and go, and even then he has to follow the voice's order to do the latter. With a heavy heart, he follows the voice..]

[..only for him to enter the room that made him realised what was going on.]

[There were around two glass panes in front of his eyes, as well as a bunch of scrapped parts of various animatronics - More specifically, the Funtimes. There was also.. the scooper. It was supposed to be made to destroy - or in this particular case, "scoop" - the animatronics. However, today, something - or rather, someone -  else is about to be destroyed instead.]

"..this can't be happening.. This can't be real.. right?" [He thought as he makes an attempt to move.]

[It doesn't work. Just like what he did in real life, he didn't - or rather, couldn't - move. He was too afraid to do so. He could shiver and look around the room, but that's about it.]

[The voice rambles about the animatronics, the room, and most of all.. him. For the voice - which he now recognised - he is nothing but a potential disguise - and to an extent, a pawn - to their plans to escape.]

[Just as the voice finish mentioning that, to quote, "the scooper only hurts for a moment", it went straight towards him..]

[..before fading to black.]

BRAK! KLANG! "ARGH!"

[Michael was laying on the floor, looking a bit puzzled. He looks at himself, then at the floor. He grabs his scattered tools from the floor and puts it back to his desk.]