#mr. friendly

[dyrewrites]

I was going to complain that I have a "friendly villain" problem, because I kind of do, but I realized why in the complaining.

So I deleted the complaining and will now do some explaining,

There is a difference between "friendly" and "kind". It is an important difference but not everyone notices it right away.

Because they overlap, they share traits and phrases and even actions.

But not intent.

A "friendly" person may not always be a "kind" person.

The inverse is also true.

Someone can be the kindest human being you've ever met and still call you an asshole while they're helping you up out the hole you dug yourself into.

While the friendliest person you've ever met might just spit on you instead...because their kindness was an act and it does not benefit them to help you in that moment.

This is not absolute, of course. Just an observation of mine from having one too many "friendly" people in my life who turned out to be anything but "kind".

It is still better to assume kindness. Even if you get burned in the process, it is always better for you--for them, for society as a whole--to assume good intentions than to go in with distrust.

But that is my why. So, you catch the friendly villains in my stories, and you wonder why they're so accommodating and charming even when they're being absolutely wretched.

That is why.

[re-colligere]

Heyyy what on earth? I think someone left some important documents laying around here. Whoever's in charge of this should be a bit more careful next time...

[kidcore-nostalgia]

[ebonyheartnet]

Danny Phantom Prompt:

“Ms. Fenton, in all my years as a teacher, I have never had a more promising student,” Mr. Lancer said with deep disappointment. “I am as surprised as I am appalled to hear that you would bully another student as sensitive and kind as Mr. Baxter. What could have possibly made you say—“

Mr. Lancer squinted at the paper, then looked back to Jazz.

“Did you really tell him you’d make sure his next dental x-rays look like Loss?”

[uncharted-constellations]

Batman "I don't like working with others, I don't trust them, and I won't sacrifice Gotham to help out unless it's absolutely dire."

*Has an extensive network of vigilantes in Gotham and elsewhere, is on 85 different Justice League Rosters, would die for half of them*

Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man *fighting every hero he ever meets*

"Weird that no-one likes me, don't know what their fucking problem is, I should fight them"

[gagedraws]

We were fed a lot of HORROR games this year, huh?

[cosmokrill]

They both take place in the 1950s!

Characters belong to: @deeppink-man

[dyrewrites]

We have no 'contrive', not even any proper synonyms, so instead we're doing something close enough...which is 'think'.

From "Mr. Friendly", as it won the wheel today.

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Did I do it wrong? The shadow wondered, from the quiet darkness of the closet, it’s three little taps first, then again, then three more, and then quicker ones, right?…or was it slower ones? Was I not s’posed to tap the door after?

He had tried this before, many times in fact, more than he could count–maybe more than anyone could–and it always ended the same. No matter which way he did it, no matter how many patterns he tried, they ran away.

But the tapping was the right thing, he knew it was! Though…though he wasn’t sure how he knew. Something in his rippling dark just…knew.

It whispered, tap, tap, tap.

And so he tapped. On the walls, on the floors, even on the ceiling–when he could stretch up to reach it. He tapped on everything in his little closet, in every closet, every night. It was easier at night, you see. For him to move, to think, to be…shadows don’t do so well in the daylight, but his especially. Not all light was a problem, though, most of it only itched, but daylight–sunlight–that hurt. It burned his pale eyes and curled even his darkest shadows and, and he wasn’t sure what it would do if he stayed in it any longer than that. Would it burn him all up?

She was back.

The little girl came back!

…but she wasn’t alone.

Oh, what do I do, what do I do? What if they see, what if they see! He checked and he checked and all he could find in the closet was a blanket. It was a dusty old blanket with a big bear on it, but they were coming. Grab the blanket! Be the bear!

Daily Sip 9/21

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[zerotab]

wtf im posting twice in a week thats rare

[couch-house]

Okay I finally figured out Comet's origin story. Long version under the cut but short version is: knuckles finally got to reunite with the surviving echidnas but they didnt want to leave their homes to live on the floating island, so an alien felt bad for him and gave him a fankid <3

Okay so to recap stc canon: Knuckles has spent his entire time on the floating island believing he is protecting it until his people return. he doesnt remember, but he used to live in the ancient echidna city with Tikal and Pachacamac, but somehow was transported 8000 years into the future (present day). This happens after Tikal briefly brings Sonic back in time to help the echidnas fight off the Drakon empire--fish-shaped aliens that discovered chaos energy (the emeralds were made by the Drakons with the echidnas' sacred emeralds, then the echidnas "stole" them back and the drakons declared war). They succeed in beating them back for this battle, but my headcanon (which ended up being p close to what Kitching supposedly planned out) is that after this battle, the drakons come back and end up wiping the echidnas out--those that arent killed are taken off mobius as prisoners/slaves. At some point, some of them are able to escape and form a sanctuary away from the drakons.

Okay now we gotta talk about the Kaamdaarns. The Kaamdaarns are alternate dimension aliens that appear in 113, 119, and 120. They are peaceful aliens with "highly advanced science" indistinguishable from magic, which they use to disable any weapons on their planet and then also to free Shorty from his cybernik suit.

so the STORY WITH COMET GOES... Kintobor helps Knuckles to identify some kind of beacon signal that appears to be coming from other echidnas. Knuckles and Sonic hop into a spaceship (tekno and porker collab) and through a dimensional portal (tekno and kintobor collab) to find the source. they find a colony of echidnas long-established on a sanctuary planet under the protection of the kaamdaarns. the reunion is pretty bittersweet for knuckles bc like. these are people 8000 years removed from his culture. there are maybe some things still in common but otherwise their lives are completely distinct from how he grew up. and after 8000 years, very few if any of them consider the floating island home more than the place they are now. even those that might be interested in going back with knuckles are wary of the risk of leaving the safety of the kaamdaarn planet and being captured by drakons. and for a bunch of ruins... it's not really worth it

so knuckles has once again lost the whole Purpose of Everything He's Done and ummm well it goes about as well as the first time that happened

so he's hanging on by a Thread but the kaamdaarn that brought him and sonic to the village--her name's haven here she is--

says "you know what will fix that? a child." and see above: her making comet. GREAT idea, i agree. i mean the thought was more like "surely there is a way for you to both stay with your friends AND with other echidnas." but same difference. anyway sonic doesnt know what kind of egg that is.

thanks for listening. here's porker lewis as a reward :)

[dyrewrites]

Past/Current/Next WiP Game

Ooh, this one is new to me. Thank you, @jessicagailwrites!

Rules: past is a WIP you stopped working on/finished; current is a WIP you're currently working on; next is a WIP you want to write

->under the cut because I added snips<-

Past(Done): We'll use In Fog, because it is recently finished and I had fun with it. It is a horror romance with a heavy focus on identity and emotional worth.

Excerpt --

You were to leave after our final year at university, on the heels of your father, ferried to another city–another world for all the pain it caused me–while I remained in our sleepy town, living the same sleepy life. I would have accepted it, you know. I would have cried and wailed and gnashed my teeth…but I would have accepted it. Perhaps not until filial responsibilities forced me into a business I had no head for and social mores locked me into a marriage of convenience, of expectation. Yet, I would. I am certain that I would…eventually, had I been given the option, had that night not ruined it all; ruined us both.

Current(that I should not be writing): Before Deluca, another horror romance but this one is written as a bit of a tell-all and is more about vampires being vampires in an alternate 18th century Europe and less the horrors of existentialism (though that is certainly there, I can't seem to help it).

Excerpt --

Not until the dawn of 1700 would I even set foot on such a vessel—and soon after I would forget the safety and comfort of solid ground. Yet we are discussing the night before, when my future sauntered off one of those ships. Whether I wanted it, asked for it, agreed to it…well, that was as unclear then as it is now. But his presence heralded magnificent, insurmountable change. Ethereal, that presence, there exists no other word. He glowed in the light, near pearlescent skin a mesmerizing contrast to the bronze complexions I was accustomed to. Never mind the litheness of his figure, the feline grace in every twist and curve as he walked the dock. I couldn't look away; in fact I shifted to chase him, sliding along the railing just off the docks to keep him in my sights. He sang to me, all of him sang, and I ached to dance to that melody...

Next: It really should be one of the eight to ten horror shorts I have brainstormed but it's probably going to be Mr. Friendly, which is my first attempt at a Children's book. The premise is a little girl discovers an ambulatory shadow in her closet and ropes her dads into helping her find out what it is and what it wants. It switches perspective back and forth between her and the shadow.

Excerpt --

Tap, Tap, Tap There it was again, coming from somewhere in Maisy’s room, somewhere she couldn't see. Was it in the walls, in the floors? Daddy told her nothing was in the closet. He even checked, twice! Still the tapping came, softly, like little claws on hardwood. Tap, Tap, Tap

Did I do it wrong? The shadow wondered, from the quiet darkness of the closet, it’s three little taps first, then again, then three more, and then quicker ones, right?…or was it slower ones? Was I not s’posed to tap the door after? He had tried this before, many times in fact, more than he could count–maybe more than anyone could–and it always ended the same. No matter which way he did it, no matter how many patterns he tried, they ran away.

Tagging: @addicted2coke-theothercoke @jezifster @deanwax @pb-dot and leaving it OPEN because why not.

[fadedrainbowbookshelves]

Frank better hope there’s never any rogue letters fluttering around his living room anytime soon…

[deeppink-man]

Waiter! Waiter! A little Mr. Smith doodle for the fans?

here!

And more?

[chaoticlad]

I felt like it

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