#writers block is a virus

[starsarestories]

Writers block is a virus.

(My laptop password is 311081 - ifykyk)

[nymph-ette111]

I know you guys are getting tired of me yapping about this x-virus oneshot and never really uploading it but I am fighting DEMONS to write this... I've never been so unmotivated to write before but I'm still forcing myself to at least get a couple sentences down. This made me realize how much I suck at writing fluff and the same thing happened with the EJ oneshot :') just warning you guys in advance this oneshot will turn out dogshit

[forthedancingandthethriving]

"Man, that kid can take a beating!"

Root grunts as she's flung into the wall by the Program she was facing. Her tail lashes about as she regains her foot, gritting her teeth.

"Almost like she's indestructible!"

Slamming her fists into the ground, white roots, spindly and long erupted from the ground. They shot forward wrapped around the Program. Summoning her rapier, she shoots forward and begins slashing at their armor and weak points.

○●○

From atop, in the viewing are of the 'Admin', she rests her cheek against the palm of her hand. She grins, tail twitching as she watches. Watching this young girl hone her powers, grow them and master them would be a treat. Soon, she'd be able to turn her against everyone she knew.

As Coral watched with a grin, Bioluminescent sits on the arm of the chair, doubts filling her mind. Was this right? She was just a child, fighting against bigger and scarier programs. She shouldn't be fighting, Root should be trying to enjoy her life!

Bioluminescent tears her gaze away to merely look at the roof.

She hated this.

[a-ehmke]

writers block…. satiated?

[thebluester2020]

[GI] Kinktober Day 21: "Breeding Kink"

Summary: The life of a harbinger was chaotic and the threat of death, though low, it wasn't completely impossible. Henceforth, Tartaglia decides that it's best to ensure that his legacy continues.

Warning(s): Established Relationship, Breeding kink (obv), Squirting, Some mentions of death (not too much though), Tartaglia being whipped for his wifey,

Side Note(s): If it isn't clear atp, I have a litttttleee bit of a crush on Tartaglia <333. [Also this is one of my lil' late fics since I was hit with the writer's block virus]

"C'mon baby...think about it, how good you'd look swollen with my kids~" Tartaglia whispered in your ears as he was currently balls-deep inside your weeping pussy.

The lewd sound of squelching echoed throughout the room as Tartaglia bullied his cock into you, your hands fruitlessly grabbing and pulling at the sheets beneath you as he cooed into your ear, begging for you to take his cock. Since his latest mission in Fontaine, where he fought against the All-Devouring Narwhal. You had spent the last few weeks practically babying him, not a single soul aside from another harbinger was allowed to see him.

You had patched up countless wounds, and endured too many nights where he had a dangerous fever.

You worried your husband would be taken away from you before you'd even reach your fifth year with him! Tartaglia, although he tried to hide it with confidence and jests, shared your concern and tried to make you feel as comfortable and confident in him as he possibly could. Yet...the only way he could truly make you feel alright, in his mind...was by giving you a baby.

"H-Honey...!" You keened as you began to rock your hips back onto your husband. "W-What's gotten into you?" You moaned, struggling to look back at your ginger lover.

Almost as if he were trying to suddenly hide away, Tartaglia buried his face into the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent as he groaned at the feeling of you clenching around him. "J-Just tryin' to give you a baby..." He whined. "S-So that you'll have someone to baby over, w-while I'm gone." He continued to stutter out, his cock twitching inside of you as he started to rub his hands up and down your body, as if he were struggling to figure out where he wanted to keep them until he finally settled.

One hand fondling your breast while the other tended to your neglected clit. The sudden pleasure made you scream in pleasure, the already tight knot in the pit of your stomach growing tighter as you felt your husband somehow fuck into your slicked cunt even faster. "Gonna give you a couple of kids Y/N..." He babbled as if he were drunk off the feeling of your pussy. "Then you won't have to worry, a part of me will still be around~"

"I-I'd still miss you..." You managed to force out as you just managed to look behind you to see your husband panting over you, his sapphire blues wet with pleasure and hidden emotion, you just couldn't pinpoint right at this moment.

Perhaps later, of course. "Don't—Ahh...—wanna have babies alone." Tartaglia pressed himself closer to your backside at your words, whines falling from his lips more and more as he continued to feel his cock twitch the more he felt his orgasm creep closer up onto him. The more he felt your pussy clench and unclench around him as he practically felt himself growing more and more addicted to the feeling of your walls by the moment. "You won't have to..." He moaned in your ear.

He knew he couldn't die from any future missions of his, children aside. The idea of leaving your cunt alone to not be filled by him, stuffed and tended to...it annoyed him more than anything!

"C-Close...!" You moaned, Tartaglia's fingers circling around your clit faster and faster. The harbinger nearly choked on his breath with how impossibly tight you became all of a sudden as if you were trying to wring every drop of cum from his balls. "D-Don't stop—"

"I don't plan to." He smirked behind you before he moved his hand to press it against your back, forcing you into a mean arch and fucking even harder into your cunt, his eyes glued to the way your cunt gripped onto him and how your slick stuck onto his abdomen.

Until...he saw you squirt.

"Fuckkkk..." He groaned. "How come you haven't done this sooner?" He licked his lips as he fucked you through your orgasm, the tiny aht aht ahts that left your lips making him want to fuck you even harder than he already was. But, as you began to whine from overstimulation, he realized he'd have to save that for another time. The last thing he'd want to do is break you completely, there was plenty of time for that down the line.

Tartaglia began to grind into your cunt, leaning back over you as he felt his front press back onto your back. "I'm never leaving you Y/N..." He whispered. "Death won't take me away from you...I-I promise." He managed to get out before you moaned softly as the feeling of his warm cum pooling your insides, some escaping and dribbling down the back of your thighs much to the harbinger's dismay.

He pouted. "Why'd you waste my cum?" He grumbled, lightly biting on your ear.

You looked back through hooded eyes before a dopey smile crawled onto your face. "...T-Then fill me again..." You begged.

Oh, he definitely couldn't die too soon.

[saytrrose]

A post that Freakshow Au + Sm-Baby Fans NEED TO HEAR. READ IT.

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I cannot stand the people on tumblr in Mushys comments accusing her of so many horrible things. People have been stating that Mushy has been drawing “non-con” and supporting “abuse”. I will not go into too much detail on how it is affecting her and why but it is incredibly overwhelming for her, and she is not comfortable posting for the time being- and you people are making it hard for her to enjoy it anymore.

Mushy is portraying the au and characters how they would canonly work and that does not make her a bad person. The large amount of people trying to say that she has been drawing non-con of the late absolutely SICKENS me. You clearly do not have any understanding for that terminology and should not be throwing it around. Maybe if people paid attention to the au, the lore and how they are characterized you would come to the conclusion that NO ONE WANTS TO BE IN THE FREAKSHOW AU.

If you need a reminder of the definition, The TADC Freakshow Au is an Au where a horrible virus infects the Ai and twists their reality into a horror mindscape. THIS IS NOT CAINE OR ABLES FAULT. Caine and Able ARE AI. They are corrupted by the virus unwillingly and what Able puts Pomni through in the Able-Owned Pomni Au is yes, considered psychological abuse. HOWEVER why in gods name would you assume she supports that shit? Do you people just assume whenever someone draws a death scene they support murder?? or when someone depicts a scene of an animal getting hurt in a fanfic or movie that director/writer supports animal abuse?? Does that seriously go through your head?

EVERYONE in the Freakshow au in under some sort of psychological abuse- HELL in the original show they are. Like did you even watch it? And back to Freakshow, it’s a HORROR AU. People are killed left and right and no one seems to have a problem with that hm? THIS IS FICTION. PEOPLE NEED TO LEARN THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN FICTION AND REALITY BECAUSE WHEN YOU DO NOT DO SO YOU HURT PEOPLE IN REAL LIFE. Not the people producing fictional content, YOU.

People are quite literally, harassing Mushy right now and it is heartbreaking to see my friend experience this. If you do not like certain content that Mushy creates, BLOCK her or BLOCK her tags. People asking for her to tag her art with “abuse” makes her highly uncomfortable. If you do not like this, simply take responsibility for your own viewing and stop interacting.

People need to stop assuming that Mushy is also not trying to find comfort in drawing certain topics. You people need to stop assuming that Mushy lives some sort of cheery happy go lucky life. She experiences a lot, she is going through A LOT right now and you people dog piling these accusations onto her is not only just disrespectful as a person in general, but as her follower. It is truly just disappointing to see just how rude people can be when they are supposed to be your biggest supporters.

A tag MIGHT be arranged, something as simple as “Able-Owned Au” and if this is done then block it. It is that easy. It is so so easy and simple to take initiative for yourself and what you see and how you feel about it by limiting it on your own end than going out of your way to make someone feel horrible about themselves.

Mushys blog is HER blog. She can draw whatever she would like to and if anyone has an issue with this you can very kindly, FUCK OFF. The block button exists, use it. The block tags method exists, use it.

Stop harassing creators.

[insert-witty-user-name-here]

Random Plot Points

A little about me as a writer, I love daydreaming about adventure stories. I usually know the general set up and larger plot points but oftentimes struggle with the how, how do characters get from point A to point B. 

So, I made a list of random challenges for my characters that I look at when I'm stuck.

Sharing in case helpful to others! (intended for adventure, sci-fi, fantasy stories) 

characters are delayed/blocked/experience a natural disaster (storm, fire, flood, avalanche, earthquake, epidemic, etc) (BONUS and forced to take a detour from the original path)

character(s) is trapped (quick sand, fall through ice, in room filling with poison, on sinking ship, in a trash compactor on the Death Star, etc) (BONUS- fall into hidden room and discover something) 

characters go to a festival/ball/party/political summit (where inevitably it all goes wrong)

character(s) overhears a secret (at bar, at party, from a whispered conversation below them in a stairway, etc) 

characters are attacked by an animal or mysterious force 

characters(s) caught in a mob/riot

character wins/loses something in a bet

character is brainwashed or possessed 

character is stranded/lost

character is poisoned 

character succumbs to injury or illness 

characters are chased/ attacked by antagonists 

character is captured or arrested (and needs to be rescued)

character is kidnapped and kidnappers make a demand for their release (financial ransom, exchange of information, prisoner exchange, etc) 

character(s) go undercover to retrieve information

characters decide to steal something they need for their quest (weapon, magical object, money, information, etc). (BONUS- time for a well-planned heist!) 

characters need to protect/ retrieve/ destroy something 

characters uncover a network of spies (up to you if they're unexpected allies or antagonists)  

characters discover hidden passageway, room, ruins etc that leads to an important clue

characters forced to hide from someone/something

characters need to escape 

characters lured into trap set by villain (BONUS if the villain doesn't even care who wins but only goaded them to learn how a magical object works, the extent of heroes powers, emergency response system of a government, etc) 

characters set trap for villain (BONUS- use someone or something important as bait) (if in Act 2, they fail) 

characters reveal critical information to villain in disguise 

a character is mistaken for someone else (and then is wrongfully arrested, receives information not intended for them, etc) 

characters receive help (hitch a ride, get help hiding from captors, get help escaping somewhere, etc) from an unlikely new ally 

characters forced to team up with an unlikely ally/ morally grey character, etc

characters learn something from simple library research (an oldie but a goodie)

characters just literally just stumble upon or witness something important (secret weapon, secret society etc) 

characters uncover a secret map/ coded message on the back of an old unassuming document (time for a classic treasure hunt!) 

someone escapes from prison (an old villain or an old ally) that changes the quest 

someone is being blackmailed (or otherwise forced to act against the protagonists)

someone is discredited (rumor, disinformation campaign etc) 

something stolen from your characters 

something (document, magical object, money) turns out to be fake

OR, something unassuming turns out to have special powers or meaning  

something is hacked (defense system, infrastructure, bank, private records, etc)

something critical is attacked (important bridge, port, bank/ financial system, safehouse, capitol building, character's familial home, etc.)

a computer virus is unleashed 

a biological weapon is unleashed 

a piece of information the characters believed was true, is false 

an ancient myth turns out to be true 

a secret is made public 

A law is changed or a vote on a critical piece of legislation loses/wins 

a political opponent wins an election/ a political ally loses an election 

character(s) help a passerby (from raiders, local tyrant, beast, mystical force, etc) 

characters "follow the money" and realize someone who was thought to be their ally is actually working for... (crime syndicate, villain, local tyrant etc) 

[cloudcountry]

SUMMARY: how do you tell luca you love him? and how can he tell you he loves you, too?

COMMENTS: i got the luca virus....he got my ass.......im so tired falls over ive had SUCH bad writers block these past few months and almost had a breakdown when i wrote the first sentence but the rest of this just wrote itself. hes my fav and i miss him.

this is pretty unedited so bare with me if u see a typo okay BYE

Gloved hands run through your hair, attentive and gentle. Your head lolls to the side, tilting back the slightest bit as tingles run from the base of the strands to the tip of your scalp. Luca is careful not to pull or yank, tenderly undoing each knot with the care only a lover could possess. It’s sweet, it’s kind, it’s so very him, and his touch is more than enough to melt you like butter on a hot summer day. Your insides feel golden, molten and warm, pooling at the base of your stomach and sending your heart aflutter.

Your lips part and a sigh escapes them, a soft brush of air that causes Luca to halt his ministrations. Dismay blooms in your heart and you turn, just enough to make eye contact but not enough to tear his hands away from your hair, pleading with no words at all for him to continue. His shoulders sag—he has never truly been able to resist you, to pull away from your touch or gaze or words, hanging onto every scrap you give him like you’ve hung the stars in the sky. It’s obvious, every night, that he looks up at the little blobs of light in the inky black sky, and thinks of your radiance.

“I want...” he murmurs, always so proper, such a gentleman, that he’s unaware if it's appropriate to disclose such a thing to you when you’re so clearly happy with what he’s offering right now, “I want to be closer to you.”

You have never needed to hear anything else from him. You stand from the armchair, reaching out to envelop his hand with yours, and it’s so easy to turn him into putty when it’s you intertwining your fingers and pulling him down the hall. It’s so easy to make his heart race, pulsing in that one spot on his wrist that you can barely feel only when you press your thumb into the flesh to check if he’s still real, still alive, just in case. It’s so easy to pull him into bed with you as he scrambles to kick his shoes off, landing face first into your bed sheets as you unceremoniously yank him closer and giggle beside him.

You fiddle with the buttons on his blazer, slowly opening the garment as Luca breathes softly by your side. His hand is in your hair again, soothing and precious and as soft as your feathery pillows. Once his blazer has been shed, you grab his hands and peel away his gloves, marveling at his open faced palms and how soft they are. A single callous blooms on the side of his left hand and you furrow your brow, puckering your lips against the skin and letting your breath ghost over the skin you’ve kissed.

Luca curls his hands into fists and stares. You look up at him and meet his gaze, remembering what it was like the first time you two met. The first time he looked at you. The first time you saw just how brilliantly purple his eyes were, like amethyst and shimmering grapes, like a deep sunset and a calming tea. You seen him in everything. Those eyes that are so full of warmth, despite the dagger he had held to your friend's neck, despite the violence that had wracked your first encounter, despite the violence he continued to get wrapped up in. Despite the curse you had sported, and the trauma he had shared with you. Despite the trauma you shared with him. Despite the nights you two spent in fear and terror and anxiety, wondering what the future would hold for people who wouldn’t remember you in the morning.

For a moment, you wonder if you could have become one of those people.

If you will become one of those people.

Because once your curse is dealt with, maybe the matches will work again, maybe all of the ghouls you’ve met won’t have a use for you anymore. Maybe you’ll become just another human, just another person they’ve saved, just another file to be processed and stowed away, and just another match to be lit.

A thumb presses to your brow and it feels like cold water on a hot summer’s day, dousing your body in its comfort. Luca’s thumb smoothes out your worry lines, his own furrowed brow far closer to your face than you remember. Sweet man, he looks so worried, eyes mapping out every feature of your face for any indication of what you are feeling and thinking at the present moment. Said sweet man parts his lips and asks if you are okay, if it’s something he did or didn’t do, if it’s something he can fix. He grasps for any idea of how he can make those pesky lines go away, and replace them with the lines around your eyes and lips when you smile.

The tears that blur your vision burst from the seams of your eyelids, sliding down your cheeks as your heart squeezes painfully in your chest. How do you convey how much you care for him? How do you say how much you’ll miss him? How do you tell him that you never want to forget him, sweet charming Luca, the man you met by chance because of your shared unfortunate circumstances?

How do you tell him you regret not dancing with him during that first dance? How do you tell him that you wanted to call him handsome after he called you lovely but you were far too shy? How do you tell him that you trusted him to cut your hands free, even though Kaito had screamed and your lives were at risk and you were so so scared? How do you tell him that he looked so handsome the next day, and the day after that, and the day after that? How do you tell him that he looks so lovely, even when he fights, throwing punches and kicks and wiping blood from his cheek, staining his pristine gloves?

How do you tell someone you care so much for them, when language is so inadequate to express such emotions?

You take a deep breath. You stall your thoughts.

You shouldn’t worry him.

And so you tell him you’re okay, you dry your tears and slide under the covers next to him, love and pain and anxiety and comfort swirling in your stomach in one big tangled mess. Luca makes no move to follow you, resting on top of your blanket with his brow still furrowed, and you wish he wouldn’t look at you like that because it makes you feel like you’ll spill your guts if he asks what's wrong one more time.

There is nothing wrong. It’s just that, at the end of the day, when your curse is still hanging over your head and you don’t know what’s going on with your family and friends and you never know if your life will be normal again, Luca’s hand is the one that you instinctively reach for. You crawl at his skin and grasp at his fingers like you’ll drown if he doesn’t hold you up, bracing you against reality with his smile and voice and strength.

You find yourself doing it again.

Your hand sneaks from out under the covers and you shut your eyes tight, blindly searching for his hand. He snatches it up immediately and presses your palm against his chest, right over his heart. Your fingers are splayed against the warmth of his chest under the fabric, and you feel the soft thump, thump, thump of him right against your skin.

It fills you with serenity.

“Sleep.” he says, “I’ll come for you in the morning.”

“Stay.” you mumble, bunching the fabric in your fist, “Then you won’t have to.”

His shoulders sag. It’s always been a clear sign that you’ve won.

And so, Luca does not move, he stays by your side for the rest of the night, staring wide eyed at the stars outside your window, thinking of you as your chest rises and falls against him, your arms enveloping him like he’s the only thing that keeps you safe.

[booliuu]

∘₊꒰ Eyeless Jack Headcanons!! ꒱∘₊

ꪆৎ 𝙰/𝙽 : i’m back!! writers block has been really bad lately and work has been keeping me busy🤕🤕. im sorry about not posting for a while but i’m here to post again!! :DD enjoy my ramblings of one of my favorite crp’s!✨😌 heavily inspired by a bunch of films i was watching last weekend and while watching them , it made me think of jack lol. by the end of the films, i had A LOT of headcanons already written in my notes app lmaoo .

✰ - next creep’s i’m going to write about is either bloody painter , homicidal liu, possibly x-virus!! so keep a look out :3<.

warnings: talks of cults , a bit of bl*od. lmk if i’m missing anything ^^.

my inbox is open for asks!! if you like my content don’t forget to like , comment , & reblog❤️. enjoy reading!

* pictures: from pinterest🩵 (i don’t know the artist for this gorgeous ej fanart but if you do know pls comment!! thx <3. )

💉. . . Full name : Jack Nyras.

💉. . . doesn’t like the name or being called eyeless jack generally speaking because he doesn’t like thinking about his past..

💉. . .so he goes either by jack or ej!! :DD

💉. . . age: mid 20’s (24-26).

💉. . . bisexual!!

💉. . . nocturnal!! he’s not.. (more like never) out during the day because his poor eye sight make him very sensitive to light . buuut..!! most definitely catch him walking late at night around the mansion or the woods.

💉. . . his normal get up is a baggy black hoodie ( bro it’s looks comfy as hell i’m jealous..!!) , underneath the hoodie is a turtleneck , wears black baggy jeans, his mask , and combat boots. ( also carries his signature weapon which is a scalpel ^^ .)

💉. . . i headcanon him that he can somewhat see. lemme elaborate on that rq.

➯ don’t get me wrong it’s not clear at all, sees very little of his environment. it’s very..i mean very burry so he heavily relies on his other senses such mainly his ears , his hands , & echolocation!!

💉. . . gets really bothered by the black goop that comes out of his eyes lol. it pisses him off so bad liiike when he’s working on someone’s wounds… oooh boy..

💉. . . especially when it gets in his medical equipment, the bandages that he uses for the creeps … ect ect..

💉. . . has reallyyy sensitive ears!!.. which means he can hear pretty dang good. like it’s really impressive^^ i’m talking if your one of his victims…. your screwed bro idk what to tell you. your days are numbered by a couple of seconds 😔 until he catches up to you lol.

💉. . . has sharp nails it’s close to claws ngl, that can pretty much tear up anything up easily. such as human flesh…

💉. . . before he come a demon, he was studying in the medical field and trying to get a degree..!! (⌒▽⌒)♡

💉. . . not really knowing what major or department specifically what he should put his time and effort on.

💉. . . so he kept joining and dropping different classes and courses bc he can’t make up his mind .. all he knew is that he wanted to help people and make the world a better place.

➯ however it mostly stems from his parents specifically his mom that had really big academic expectations for him at a young age . growing up he’s very quiet and kept to himself . literally perfect grades and at least knows an instrument that his mom made him learn.

➯ when he got older, his mom pushed him so much to join the medical field ( bc she couldn’t due to her pregnancy ) and if he mention any other classes it’s immediately denied.

➯ his parents didn’t have the best education growing up so when they have there son, it’s kinda thing where they pushed him to make up what they didn’t have.

💉. . . his thoughts mainly consist of if he should become a nurse , doctor, an assistant, or even if this is the right path he should be taking ect.. ect.. he wanted to join other classes & majors but his parents ( who were paying for his school) pushed him to stay in the medical field so he really didn’t have a choice..

💉. . . he didn’t really have much friends nor (except a little friend group he doesn’t see often but once in a blue moon yk?) even interested in dating bc he was really occupied with his own studies to even care about what’s outside of that if that makes sense.

💉. . . ok lemme TAAAALK.. liiike 👉👈 heeear me out yall

💉. . . he was most likely those guys that MANYYY PPL in his college had crushes on😭😭. because he’s cute and mysterious no lie …. manyof them admired him for his knowledge and passion for his projects , his papers , ect…

💉. . . a honest definition would be hot nerd. doesn’t really talk to anyone but only if the professor calls him though , gets work done, doesn’t care too about his looks but ppl think he’s cute but when the professor calls on him.. he can TAAALK FOR HOURS ON GHE TOPIC LIIIKEEE ..

💉. . . FINE SHYYYYTT😮‍💨😮‍💨 he still is lol .. OKOKOK anyways…

💉. . . let’s just saaaay … he had A LOT of secret admires he doesn’t even know about let’s be for reeeeal.. 💔💔

💉. . . anyways back in the topic in hand, he has major trust issuesss.. to the max. for real.

💉. . . like i’m talking it’s going to be a WHOLE while for him even consider yourself as a friend. has a lot of metal packaging. so be ready for that.

💉. . . but once you become his friend or even loverrr, he is very sweet and chill. a bit awkward too lol. will teach you medical advice, care , or random medical stuff that he just learned from somewhere or back when he was in college .

💉. . . he’s giving black cat energy, but in actuality he’s pretty nice once you get to know him. granted he does have a cold and sadstic side to him that he saves for creeps he doesnt like. *cough* JEFF , the rake* cough

ok some angst… we’re going to talk his past.

- ‼️i just want to say i couldn’t find eyeless jack’s original lore post so im sorry if this is not accurate >< !! im wring this based on memory !

💉. . . he become the way he is because his “friend” told him one night while hanging out in his dorm to join him to this festival that’s far away from the town that the college is. heavily suggested ( boarder line forced him-) for him to come visit there “family”.

💉. . . little does jack know it’s a cult… his friend trick him to go because his friend thought he would be a prefect candidate for there ritual …

💉. . . while there, jack didn’t know it was a cult but just thought it was just a family festival that’s comes every so often.. that has very weird gatherings and events happening but he didn’t think much of it… until it was too late.

💉. . . until that night that turn him into what he is right now. all he could remember is everyone is in robes covering there faces and surrounding him in a circle, him tied tightly on a chair and in front of him is a man that has a scooper and bowl.. for his eyes..

💉. . . after his transformation, his friend didn’t believe what he saw and basically ran away. for jack.. he didn’t let that slide. little does his friend know jacks hearing & smell has greatly changed so long story short it didn’t take long to find him .

💉. . . after finding him he k*lled the rest of the cult and join slender shortly afterwards …

end of angst 𓂅₊ ⊹𓄹 . . .

💉. . . now that he’s a demon, his physique has changed from when he was human.

💉. . . for starters , he’s much more taller. he used to be 5’10 or somewhere around that. now he’s standing 6’5 or even taller. oh lord . he even can tower most creeps in the mansion . but he’s not close even slender or LJ’s height.

💉. . . his skin much more darker and grayer, nails are longer and sharper, his teeth.. PH MH GOD it’s much more keen. capable of biting through anything. i dare say it’s much more like fangs. ears that can practically hear your own heart beat /or foot’s steps even though your far away from his reach. basically everything of his anatomy has changed.

💉. . . he knows his hearing and sight has changed for the better (../or worse honestly ), his goal is to not make it his weakness. he knows to many creeps that will take advantage of this.

💉. . . his medical room. don’t get me started. you think it’s messy, smells bad , blah blah blah…. everything is disorganized and cluttered.

💉. . . listen. he didn’t take and paid those medical classes he took in college to come to waste.

💉. . . it’s literally the equivalent of medical rooms that you see in hospitals or clinics in normal day society.

💉. . . liiike every medical supply neatly organized in there own bins tucked away in shelves, emergency kit, it even smells/looks like how an examination rooms that you go for check ups. sterile and a mixture of different kinds of cleaner products he “collected more like stole” bc he can’t stand a mess. ☺️

💉. . . i feel like his hands are really steady. granted his nails are pretty long but that doesn’t stop him from taking his time to make a good stitch.

💉. . . his handwringing depends on the situation. like if he’s in a rush he’ll write like how doctors write medication or proscriptions. ( like it’s very unreadable and scribble looking. .) very messy cursive lol. but if he’s taking his time then it’s really neat and writes as if he’s writing another paper for college even though.. he’s not in school… and uses words that not many creeps know lmfaooo.

💉. . . did i mention he really toned. probably not but now where in the topic let’s talk about it. :D .

💉. . . dudes is so jacked. not gym bro jacked though ew . after the years of hunting victims down and gets the food he needs to survive. missions . all that chasing and running. yeah . basically tone af. can run for lonnnggg while. especially when he’s hungry.

💉. . . cat person. highkey i standby that he pets every single cat he see chillin around the forest.

💉. . . he’s friends with the quiet creeps. such as bloody painter (helen) , liu , hoody (if he passes by the mansion), jane , clockwork , nurse ann and slender. i say slender bc he gifted him seedeater and luvs him so much.

💉. . . doesn’t wears his mask all the time. before though, he doesn’t show it but he’s really insecure about the black goop that leaks out of his eyes.

💉. . . it took him a couple of months or longer for him to register in his mind that he’s demon now. no turning back. AVOIDED mirrors like the plague for a while because he can’t stand that’s him now. :,(

💉. . . in his bedroom he keeps medical books about endless topics in shelves ( in alphabetical order mind you) that takes up some a lot of his space . reads them whenever there’s nothing to do or he’s bored ( which is rare ngl because there’s ALWAYS someone that need medical attention asap or commotion going on in the mansion. )

➯ his room i would say he has two LARGE book cases filled with medical textbooks . a single window that always keeps close and owns black out curtains ( he’s eye sight is a bit sensitive to light.. ) and yk the usual bed , lamp, and corner bathroom where one of his mini fridges is located in a hidden cabinet.

💉. . . his favorite color is deep blue and red. :]

💉. . . he always has stuck ups of kidneys in jars kept in a mini fridge tucked away in his bedroom or his medical room.

💉. . . but in the rare occasions he’s running low on food. he always carries a small scalpel and equipment for stitches with him whenever he’s out looking for ppl to stalk.

💉. . . i don’t think he’s kills them though useless slender tells him too. since he has the medical knowledge how to operate on a human. he only needs a kidney. at least one.

💉. . . once he locked in with a victim. he’ll wait until they fall deeeeep asleep. . and will make his way in by break in a window or door quietly.

💉. . . when he’s near your bed, he’ll flip carefully and cautiously move you to your side. i say carefully bc he doesn’t want you to wake up..! but if you did he’ll knock you right out. it’s quite simple.

💉. . . puts his gloves on and gets his scalp to make an incision on your lower back. once’s he gets there i mean it’s his now kidney, he quickly make a secure stitch that won’t open up.

💉. . . you’ll wake up to the feeling of stitches on your back and lower back pains. then questioned why your window is open until your eyes landed on a bloody sticky note.

💉. . . - it’s written, “thanks for the snack.” . ( hey least he’s nice about it ..!!)

💉. . . but if it’s slender that sends him away on missions, he carries a combat knife. and gets the job done. quick & easy . but if your asking me i think his nails and teeth is all he needs. his grip is s t r o n g. teeth ready to bite on flesh. like you can’t get away from him once he has you pinned down bro.

💉. . . he uses his medical knowledge for the better and sometimes worse i dare say. since he can’t go to college anymore , his education stopped and couldn’t get his degree. so he stocks up on any medical books he can gets his hands on. like i said before he’s very passionate! his knowledge won’t stop from there but will continue to grow as time goes on.

💉. . . puts effort on whatever wounds the creeps have. whenever they come back complaining how in pain there in or there coming to him again. he puts whatever item he has in hand. shakes his head and signs. very quietly. acts he annoyed but he’s not ><.

💉. . . working on there wounds , he mumbles he’ll never treat them again… but that’s a lie. :) he always willing to help them with their wounds. just too stubborn to admit it lol.

𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚜: @/zerowhy & @/aquazero.

ꪆৎ 𝙰/𝙽 : i hope you guys like these headcanons!! as much as i do <33. like i said b4 im working on a bunch of other crp’s headcanons ( this maaay.. become a series who knows lol🧐🧐.) anywaysss liu out!

if you like my content please don’t forget to like , reblog , and comment ^^.

liuuboo2025 ♡ﾟ

[yournightmary]

Loser!Chloe HCs

content warning: mentions of smoking weed duh, i don’t think there’s anything more

AN: Chloe is ending my writer’s block (i’m lying)

⇢ ˗ˏˋ loser!Chloe who thinks she’s the most bad ass girl in Arcadia but is actually the biggest loser lesbian in the whole of Oregon.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ loser!Chloe who thought she was bisexual leaning towards men until she learned what comphet is and realized she’s actually lesbian.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ loser!Chloe who is a poser. There, I said it. She asks people with band shirts to name three songs but she can’t even do that herself. Also pretends to know small, underground artists to appeal to other people.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ loser!Chloe who literally cannot read her past journal entries because of how bad her handwriting is. And because she cringes at everything she did in the past, no matter how long ago.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ loser!Chloe who fucked up her computer with viruses when she tried to pirate songs for her mp3 and had to wipe the memory.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ loser!Chloe who pretends to know weed-stuff, but she actually has no clue about anything about it. She just knows you smoke it and get high (doesn’t really know the prices either, so she constantly gets ripped off)

⇢ ˗ˏˋ loser!Chloe who uses deodorant as perfume. Air freshener if she’s out of the former.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ loser!Chloe who only uses her bong because she doesn’t know how to properly roll. They’re usually too skinny, too fat or just straight up fall apart before she can even light up.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ loser!Chloe who didn’t feel anything the first time she smoked weed, but the second time she greened out so hard she thought she was gonna die.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ loser!Chloe who loved that goofy mustache pattern until Joyce got with David.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ loser!Chloe who smothers her nails in nail polish and just hopes that whatever got on her skin will wash off in the shower (it usually doesn’t)

⇢ ˗ˏˋ loser!Chloe who always acts suave and flirty with girls until it’s a cool girl- then she stumbles over her words and says stuff so cringy she wants to bash her face in with a brick.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ loser!Chloe who cuts out naked ladies from her private magazines and puts them in her journal.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ loser!Chloe who sometimes randomly talks to herself in her pirate voice.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ loser!Chloe who couldn’t section her hair correctly, so the blue strand just kept getting bigger and bigger until she said ‘fuck it’ and dyed her whole head.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ loser!Chloe who doesn’t understand that her beanie needs to be washed too.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ loser!Chloe who tried to pierce her nose on her own but pussied out the second the needle touched her skin.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ loser!Chloe who somehow managed to crack the sims 3 onto her pc (without getting a virus), made everyone she hates and killed them off one by one.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ loser!Chloe who accidentally posts her photos at least once a week.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ loser!Chloe who gets way too attached to useless trash stuff and clutters up her room. She’s the type of person to keep candy wrappers to remember which ones she likes.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ loser!Chloe who can’t cook for shit. The only thing she can somewhat cook is pancakes, but they never taste like her mom’s.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ loser!Chloe who either spends the whole day in bed, watching movies and sleeping, or straight up disappears for 24 hours and no one knows where she is.

nsfw!chloe hcs when?

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Infected x reader angst, where the two of them were dating before the virus, and Infected doesn’t remember the reader? He feels drawn to them, though he can’t quite remember them. There’s flashes here and there- bits and pieces, the occasional snippet. Someone’s laugh, a pretty smile, late nights playing Mario kart or whatever. But he can’t ever quite seem to remember them

I apologize if this is TOO specific lmao . Angst moment

In light of the floppy disc update--my Regretevator interest has come back (and it got me out of my writer's block yippee) I finally got the "noise complaint" one so that gave me a lot of inspiration for this

........

You and Kasper once made a promise.

To be there for each other.

For better or for worse.

In sickness and in health.

But...

What do you do when that sickness made him forget that exact promise?

Although you've come to accept his new identity as "Infected", sometimes you think he's just playing a huge prank on you. And that the next time you swung by his apartment, he'll be resting and actually taking his illness seriously, and you'd have your old boyfriend back.

Unfortunately, that wasn't the case tonight, as you invited yourself inside with a duplicate of his key that he gave you long ago. As you closed the door, he didn't immediately run out to greet you like he used to. Instead, all you heard were the rapid taps of his keyboard and mouse.

Entering the living room space, you saw him sitting at his usual spot in front of the PC, intensely focused on some game. He had his headphones on, his face mere inches away from the bright screen, scowling--totally unaware of your presence.

You could've been an armed intruder for all he knew.

"Dud3s!! DUD3S!! Y0U SUCK!! WHY AM I TH3 0NLY 0NE C4RRYING TH3 TEAM?!!" He shouted into the tiny mic. "EITH3R GET G00D OR G3T 0FF THE G4ME!!!"

With a sigh, you made yourself known to him by stepping into the room, just within his peripheral vision and leaning against the wall

The moment his eyes flickered to you, he got startled, especially as his character made the dying sound. The other team was taunting him in the chat, but for once he ignored it, his cheeks flushed pink at your unexpected arrival.

"0h, h-hey, [y/n]! Wh4t brings y0u here, bab3?" He quickly removed his headphones.

"I sent you a message an hour ago. You said you wanted to play Mario Kart tonight, right?"

"I did....? 0hhhh, right! Right...s0rry. I'll be re4dy in a sec0nd. I just..." For a moment he paused, looking down at his lap and realizing he just had his pink shirt and a pair of boxers on. "G0tta put on s0me pants-"

"I've seen you in those nyan cat boxers before." You chuckled, shaking your head.

He blinked owlishly. "Y0u have?"

"Yeah. You don't have to change if you don't wanna."

"...g00d, 'cuz I was t00 lazy t0 do that anyways." After standing up, he stared at you. "Wait, h0w did you g3t into my r00m?"

"You gave me a spare key when you first moved in here." Holding up the item in question, your smile faded a little as you saw his eyebrows furrow, struggling to recall when he did that. "I don't expect you to remember, but-"

"Don't w0rry, babe. I'll take ur w0rd for it! I w0uldn't give a sp4re key to a str4nger." With a grin, Infected walked over to hug you and kiss you on the cheek. "I'll g3t the snacks. Sh0uld I make popcorn or hot p0ckets?"

"Surprise me."

"0kay!" While he dashed off to the snack pantry, you headed to the couch to get the gaming console set up for Mario Kart. You made sure to bring the wheel-shaped controllers for a fully immersive experience.

You had little hope that tonight he'll be able to remember something--or anything about his relationship with you as Kasper...so you don't know why you've kept them so high.

After the virus took ahold of his brain, you couldn't comprehend how it could make him forget ever dating you. In fact, you scared him a bit when you mentioned being his partner and got extremely upset at his confusion. He even called you "creepy" once.

Yet despite that...he still felt drawn to you, wanting to always hang out with you in the elevator or go to a skate park or bowling. He couldn't stand to be separate from you and didn't fully understand why.

That made him question whether he's known you before...

You're sweet, you like the same things he does, you've tried helping him find Poptart, and you never made a big deal about his sickness unlike most people.

Eventually, he asked you out (again, from your perspective), and you couldn't say no.

It was both flattering and sad that he fell in love with you twice, as you now had two cheesy confession letters hanging up at home. One signed with a K, the other with an I.

You'd look at them from time to time, seeing how differently he wrote between his life then and his life now.

He can't remember ever writing the first one, no matter how hard he tried...

From the first signs of this sickness, you've kept Dr. Retro on speed dial. She once visited the apartment to inspect the virus scripted into the couch while Infected wasn't home, hoping to collect even a tiny pixel-sized sample to study.

But there was nothing. It completely attached itself to your boyfriend and infiltrated the valve system, making the entire complex hazardous to live in--so much so his next door neighbors had to leave.

By some miracle, you haven't caught it yet, and you hope to god it'll never come to that. He's gotten better about his hygiene since dating you (again), so maybe that's why you've been so lucky.

Everyone else says you should've stayed away from him, and even Lampert urged you to abandon all hope that he'll remember who he was and the relationship you two had.

But you refused to.

The fact that Infected was willing to let you back into his life showed that deep down...he knew you meant something to him. You used to be someone special in his life.

Someone he couldn't let go of, no matter how hard the virus tried.

.............

"Sec0nd place again?? Bummer.."

"I told you, babe. You gotta expand your horizons beyond Roblox PVP games." Laughing in triumph, you set down the controller, brushing your hands against your pants. "Whew..I'll admit that got me sweating." You looked to your sulking boyfriend. "C'mon. Nobody likes a sore loser."

"I'm n0t a l0ser," he huffed, putting down his own controller. "N0t g0nna lie, that was fun." His smile turned right side up as he looked back at you. "S0 what d0 we wanna pl4y next? It's 0nly midnight."

"........."

"[Y/n]?" Infected blinked at your sudden change of expression, worried. "What's wr0ng? W4s...it s0mething I s4id?"

"No, it's just..." You hesitated, unsure if you wanted to bring it up so late in the night.

But after what you found taped to his door, you knew you two needed to have a serious talk.

"Wh4t?"

"They gave you another citation." Taking a paper out of your pocket, you skimmed it over and sighed. "For noise. This is your twelfth one. Why do you keep throwing them out? I thought you said you were gonna take care of these complaints."

"Ugh, I k33p telling them it's n0t me.." He groaned, deciding to lay his head on your lap. "Th3y're all addressed t0 Kasp3r...must be the guy from bef0re."

"Baby, nobody rented this space before you did. It's specifically talking about this apartment here. 007. Maybe they just couldn't put "Infected" as a valid name into their system."

"....yet th3y chose that n4me. Why?"

"Look, can you please just...read this over? And maybe take it seriously this time? They're close to evicting you."

His eye suddenly went wide. "Huh?? N0 way..."

"Yes way."

After some hesitance, Infected took the paper from you and read it, a frown crossing his features as he saw that the first words were "Dear Mr. Kasper".

Why couldn't they get his name right?

Why couldn't anyone?

What was wrong with "Infected"?

For a minute or so he was quiet. While he did admit to raging during late night gaming sessions and calling for Poptart since the day she went missing...it was the note that people next door could hear him "wailing in his sleep" that left a pit in his stomach.

He forgot how thin the walls were, but did they seriously hear him during all those nights where you weren't here, and he was alone, crying in his sleep over bizarre dreams and-

"I know they got your name wrong, but you gotta stop ignoring their letters." You lightly ran your fingers through his hair. It was a little greasy, but he did tell you he took a shower today, so it didn't bother you at all.

"Ye4h, alright. I'll em4il them b4ck, and t3ll them to go [CONTENT DELETED]---"

A bit startled by the sudden static garble that spilled from his mouth, you briefly took your hand away from his head. And he noticed, frowning up at you now. "Did I sc4re y0u??"

"I think you missed the part where I said "take it seriously"." You mirrored his expression, annoyed at his lack of maturity. "If you get evicted, I'm not sure where we're gonna put all your gaming stuff. So you need to figure something out, and fast."

"Why d0n't y0u tell them t0 get my nam3 right....and then I'll be willing to m4ke changes?"

"Excuse me? The lease isn't under my name. I'm not the one renting here and making my neighbors feel unsafe. You need to take responsibility for yourself."

"Why are y0u lecturing me?? Th4t's n0t cool.." Infected sat up from your lap, no longer feeling comfortable as he felt like you were being mean to him for no reason. "M4ybe moving out of here w0n't be so b4d. I'll be away fr0m that gradient fre4k, and-"

"God, that's NOT the point, Kasper--!!"

Suddenly, you realized your slip up and immediately silenced yourself. But it was too late, as you saw the dejected look in his eyes and the way his shoulders slumped. "Infected..I'm sorry-"

"Even y0u can't get my n4me right...." He scratched at his arm, feeling the virus' glitches pricking his skin like thin needles as he shuffled to the other end of the couch. "Y0u keep acting like h3's still here."

You remained silent, knowing you couldn't really say "because he is". He just wouldn't believe that. He couldn't.

"Was Kasp3r really...better than me? Was he he4lthier? M0re mature? N0t burden y0u with all this cr4p?" He looked down at his lap now, sniffling. "I'm s0rry I can't be him, [y/n]. I'm s0rry that I can't rememb3r anything. But..w-why can't y0u just acc3pt me? Am I n0t g00d enough?"

For the longest time, you stayed quiet, and he was afraid to look into your eyes, unsure of what you were going to say next.

Then you spoke.

"You're right about him being more mature."

His shoulders tensed.

"But..." You paused as he perked up. And you just gazed at the guy you fell in love with, wishing you could go back ten minutes ago--when you two were sharing laughs, hot pockets, and a round of Mario Kart--and not now, with you being the reason for those tears in his eyes.

Maybe...

You had to just forget about trying to bring back Kasper. There wasn't any cure yet, and Dr. Retro isn't even close to finding one.

It wasn't worth all this effort and arguing.

"..maybe I'm hanging onto the past too much, and not seeing what's right in front of me." Shifting closer to him, you sighed as you placed a hand over his, relieved that he didn't pull away. "Kasper and I had some good memories together. But you and I made some pretty awesome ones. When you begged me to rescue that cat in the minefield, I did and nearly got my legs blown off. But seeing your smile was worth it."

"......."

"When we visited Crem with Lampert and Melanie, you remembered my favorite flavor. Like any good boyfriend would." You added with a small chuckle, noticing his subtle nod.

Yet he stayed quiet, his eyes downcast once more so you kept talking.

"The point is..I love you, and you're good enough for me, Infected. I'm not angry at you for forgetting things. That's not your fault. I just..don't wanna see you get kicked out over some lousy complaints. That's all, okay?"

For a few long moments, there wasn't a response from him, although he sniffled a few more times. You worried he was about to sneeze, but when his gaze met yours again, you saw tears and pink snot dribbling down his face, his eyes red and puffy.

"Infected?"

"I-I still d0n't kn0w what's wr0ng with me, [y/n].." He mumbled, trying to bite back the sobs that wanted to escape. "Deep d0wn, s0mething tells me that...th-that I've always known y0u. It tells m3 th4t we've d0ne all this fun stuff bef0re. I want t0 remember, but..I-I d0n't know how. And...and..."

"And what?" You gently coaxed, squeezing his hand.

"And th4t's what keeps m3 up at night. N0t just the gam3s. It m4kes me feel like a [CONTENT DELETED] B0yfriend, and...I...owww--" Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his head, and he brought his other hand to it. "My h3ad's killing me.." Chills ran through his body, and he felt himself growing feverish.

"Again? Oh jeez.."

"Wh-What d0 y0u mean "again"?" He coughed.

"You keep having these flareups. I guess your sickness doesn't like our deep convos that much." You frowned a little. "Come here."

Once more, he laid down in your lap again, only this time curling up and shuddering with small sobs. You could see the virus attacking his body and senses again as he groaned in pain, trying to shelter his face from the suddenly harsh light.

In the early stages of his infection, he used to get these bad flare ups every other day, sometimes even calling you in the dead of night crying and whining. But they never became this bad while you were present.

'Is it..hurting him so he stops remembering?' You wondered, deciding to make a mental note to ask Dr. Retro about that. But for now, you just grabbed the blanket that was hanging over the couch and set it down on him, hoping it would help him rest.

For the first time, he was willing to accept that something is in fact wrong with him.

He wanted to remember all the things that you did together.

So maybe...Kasper wasn't really gone just yet.

Maybe there's hope after all.

[tenebraevesper]

Sonic the Hedgehog: Winter Jam

Welcome back everyone to Sonic the Hedgehog: Winter Jam... in the middle of spring. I had stated this somewhere else, but the reason I'm not doing these Analyzer posts (or the fanfic chapters) as often as I probably should was because of some health issues and while I feel better now, I'm still dealing with some stuff, so thank you for your patience. I can also assure you that the next chapter of Sonic Cyber Revolution and maybe even With Light In My Heart will be coming out this week.

Of course, if you guys aren't interested in an AU where Sonic and his friends are digital anomalies based on their video game counterparts and saving the day from all kinds of threats or a Sonadow story taking place Post-Frontiers/Post-Sonic X Shadow Generations, that's also fine, because we have a fun story ahead of us. X3

We kick off with Eggman staring at his monitor, with Orobot and Cubot noting how he's been working for days...

...watching reality TV?

Well, I guess that's a way to spend your time. God knows how much time I spent in front of the TV watching Takeshi's Castle... and now I want Sonic and his friends go through an episode of Takeshi's Castle. Thank you, Iasmin Omar Ata, for writing this.

Anyways, speaking of reality TV, we also find several characters showing up on the monitors, such as Barry, the Conductor and his wife (The Murder of Sonic the Hedgehog) and Gadget and Ian Jr. (Sonic Forces). It's nice to see them have the time of their lives for once without being menaced by Eggman's robots.

Unfortunately, we don't know Eggman's opinion on reality TV, but we do know what Orbot thinks of them. He believes that the people in them compete over useless things and how Eggman's been obsessing over them, which means that he and Cubot have their work getting piled up... Okay, is it just me or is this the most menacing, raw emotional that Orbot has ever looked? Because that one panel of him stewing in anger is pretty cool.

Cubot then points out how Eggman told them that this was ''research'' to break Sonic, with Orbot noting how he won't leave that chair until he's satisfied. Ah, so Eggman's suffering from writer's block (or is it mad scientist's block?). I can relate to that.

Also, hi Mecha Sonic Mark III. We haven't seen you since Sonic Adventure.

Orbot and Cubot then take a look at some of the ideas Eggman put on the wall, having a Pinky and the Brain moment as they get inspired by them.

We then cut to Green Hill, where Sonic is relaxing with Tails, Amy, Cream, Cheese, Big, Rouge and Omega.

It is all fun and games, until a Giant Chopper shows up, with Sonic nervously pointing at it.

The Giant Chopper then promptly eats them and swims off into the distance.

Roll credits.

Jokes aside, they're not dead, although that was a pretty novel way to kidnap all of them. Instead, they get dropped in some kind of dark room, having no clue what's going on.

The lights turn on, blinding them, with Orbot and Cubot announcing how they have been kidnapped to participate in Orbot and Cubot's Winter Jam.

Side-note, I love how Cubot taped eye-brows, it's really hilarious.

As the Badniks cheer them on, Cubot continues the speech about how the contestants will be put through trials, with the winner taking an amazing prize:

It's a Chaos Emerald!

Also, I may have lost the count, but I believe that so far, we only saw three Chaos Emeralds being found since the whole Metal Virus fiasco - one being taken by Rouge when Rough and Tumble teamed up with her and Tangle, the other being taken by Sonic and Tails and this being the third one. You may correct me on this.

Sonic and co. are not too thrilled about this, wondering if this is another trap, and Omega is about to blast his way out. Orbot and Cubot have an ''Oh, no!'' moment, and quickly quell Omega's bloodthirst by promising that he can fight against a brand-new, big, bad Badnik. Omega finds this acceptable, and I'm already laughing my ass off. This is promising to be good.

Cubot wants them to break into teams of three, probably as a reference to Sonic Heroes, but Orbot reminds him that they lack two members.

We then get a brief flashback of Shadow just glaring at the two when they attempt to ask him whether he'd join the competition and another flashback of Knuckles throwing them off Angel Island Team Rocket-style. I really wish we could've seen how that conversation went. I guess it's no wonder they outright kidnapped the rest of contestants.

In any case, after a short break, we everyone divided into teams of two - Team Sonic, consisting of Sonic and Tails; Team Dark, consisting of Rouge and Omega; Team Rose, consisting of Amy, Cream and Cheese; and Team Big, consisting of Big and Froggy.

I also love how there's a disclaimer about how all of the cast members agreed to filming. Sure, kidnapping the cast members is a-okay, but we draw the line at filming them without their consent.

We start of with Scene Jam!, where the contestants have to create a chill holiday party vibe. Tails has already the plans out to make this perfect, but Sonic decides to use his super speed to get it done quickly, getting caught in Big's fishing hook and just stumbling all over the place getting caught in the fairy lights. Love how Tails is just done with his brother's hijinks.

Rouge and Omega have better plans, with Rouge deciding to just steal the Chaos Emerald, while Omega serves as a distraction. Omega crafts some really neat wreath pieces... then promptly locks on Orbot and Cubot, with Rouge getting blown away by the explosion from behind.

Their side collapses, leaving them all buried in the rubble after Omega's antics. Meanwhile, Team Rose is doing quite well for themselves, making pastries and a cake... out of veggies? I don't think I'd want to taste that, but hey, it does look nice. Okay, let's just give these two the win and move on.

During the interview, Sonic does feel bad about costing him and Tails the win. Rouge is annoyed that Omega cost her stealing the Chaos Emerald with his antics, while Omega gives her the most deadpan response about her judgement possible. Cream is promising that she will make a whole feast just like that cake, with Amy just giving everyone a nervous look. As for Big, he's just happy that he can have fun.

Next is Snowball Jam!, with the goal being to get an Eggman Doll to the finish line without it getting damaged by the other teams. We get a brief comment from Sonic on how creepy they look before turning to Team Rose as they attempt to escape the barrage of snowballs Omega is sending after them, managing to damage the Eggman Doll.

Next we have Team Sonic, with Sonic being confident that his super speed can get them the win, and while he avoids the snowballs, the Eggman Doll still get shredded because it can't handle his super speed. Team Big just gives up, not even wanting to deal with this, giving Team Dark an easy win.

We go back to the interview room, with Sonic slowly losing his mind over losing the competition and Tails asking Orbot to cut this part out. Orbot's like ''Nope!'', and let's be honest, if there's one thing that viewers like, it's the drama behind the scenes. That, and it's always good to see Sonic show more raw emotion.

Rouge and Omega are happy about their victory, Cream and Amy are fine since they gave their best, while Big notices that Froggy is kinda acting strange.

We have a time skip through several other challenges, with everyone being exhausted and completely done with this nonsense. The next challenge is Sculpt Jam!, where they have to create the best ice sculpture.

Sonic and Tails, despite being tired, still give their best, creating a really cute sculpture of both of them, being a reference to their Classic versions. The issue they run into, however, are the fact that they also sculpted the noodle limbs, causing the legs to crack and the whole thing to break down.

Sonic can only stare in shock as he falls on his knees, completely defeated in both mind and spirit. Orbot then comments how Eggman may have been onto something with this reality TV stuff if Sonic can break down like this.

While Team Dark and Team Rose are doing their own thing, Big is still confused by why Froggy is acting strange, only to for the frog to suddenly fire a laser blast at the ice block, creating a sculpture of a rather shapely Dr. Eggman holding the Chaos Emerald.

Orbot and Cubot panic, because let's be real, I doubt that Froggy should be capable of doing this.

They then reveal that Froggy is actually a production plant, much to everyone's shock (and Sonic's exasperation, although that may be because Amy's hugging him), while Rouge is trying to quietly sneak away. I do love how even the Badniks are shocked by this.

Cubot explains how Froggy wasn't captured, so they had to improvise and how this is the ''big, bad Badnik'' they used to bait Omega, which I find hysterical that they get called out on it.

Omega immediately locks on and just destroys the entire arena, while Rouge swipes the Chaos Emerald.

Eggman appears, pissed off about the ruckus, while Orbot and Cubot turn to the ''PRESS IF HECKED UP'' button.

This button launches all the contestants out of the Egg Base straight back into Green Hill, with Sonic once again face-planting and getting hit by the Chaos Emerald.

Eh, at least Big is happy that he found the real Froggy.

Tails notes how all's well that ends well, which makes more sense to be said in this kind of environment than a flooded Station Square, while Rouge notes how this was the most annoying way of getting a Chaos Emerald. Honestly, I thought it was hilarious.

Amy figures it was worth it, as we see Green Hill covered in snow and decorated. I assume that those are the remains of the Winter Jam, sent flying along with them. Sonic doesn't care, wanting to enjoy the moment while it lasts.

We then get a nice image of everyone playing in the snow, before cutting back to Eggman, who is annoyed that this was the culmination of all of his research.

He calls it garbage, deletes and destroys all of his ideas and Orbot and Cubot give each other a thumbs up, happy they got him to be more productive than just stare at the TV the whole day.

All in all, Winter Jam was pure hilarity and I loved seeing Sonic and co. being put through reality TV challenges just to see how they'd handle it, with a special shout-out to Sonic's nervous breakdown after losing his challenges.

With this, we end The Misadventures Arc, and while technically Fang the Hunter should be next on the list, it technically serves as a prequel to Sonic Superstars and I want to, for now, go through the main story instead of the Classic one.

In other words, our next arc is The Phantom Rider Arc, and I am excited to get into that one!

See ya!

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[beevean]

To be honest, I've warmed up a bit to the IDW Sonic comics being canon to the games. I'd still much prefer they be their own incarnation in an alternate time tangent where the writers can do (almost) whatever without ANY contradiction concerns, but I'm not opposed to SOME of their material manifesting and having relevance in the Sega stories. The Metal Virus and Eggperial City fiascos are juicy fuel to send Eggman into Inventor's Block to overcome in my story concept, for one. What's YOUR take?

I don't think they're canon.

If IDW was canon to the games, how come Reference Central aka Sonic Frontiers didn't mention the utter disaster that was the Metal Virus arc in the same breath as Perfect Gaia? How come its one mention of Tangle is hidden in an obscure idle line, while Sticks, a character who hasn't been relevant in 8 years, got to be referenced in the very last cutscene? What about every future game, minor and major? Why didn't Shadow remember his contributions in the IDW-verse (which was mostly being a jobber but still) in SXSG?

If the games post-Forces were canon to IDW, where is Sage? It has been two years, the game promised she'd become an invaluable presence in Eggman's life, and she hasn't shown up yet even in the rare occasions Eggman remembers to appear in IDW. What about Dream Team? What about Murder of Sonic the Hedgehog? Why are we still stuck in this post-Forces Restoration world?

Superstars getting its own post-IDW story in the annual, however, points out to the fact that it's still being written as it was conceptualized: as an AU of sort splitting from Forces and doing its own thing. So it's about as canon as Sonic X.

Frontiers' plotline of Sonic being corrupted by the cyberspace energy almost feels inspired by the Metal Virus arc, in terms of how it affects him. That's it. At most, the games might recreate similar plots to IDW. But I'm not expecting the two to meaningfully fuse anytime soon. They had, what, 3 years to include Tangle and Whisper, or Surge and Kit in official Japanese material?

[dr-spectre]

Do you write fanfics? And if you do, how. I'm trying to learn how to write but blank page syndrome kinda kills me

Yes i do dabble in the occasional fanfic writing and i did write some shit for Splatoon. I wrote Marie x Shiver shit but that will never see the light of day, and i wrote a rewrite of Splatoon 2's finale which is somewhere on my blog...

And yes i did do late night writing for both of them and this is what i looked like by the time i was done.

Anyways, what i wanna say first off is that feeling stuck or lost when on a blank page and you see that blinking cursor is very very common amongst writers, trust me, it feels very daunting and intimidating.

But we have to break it down into two possible options.

Are you feeling scared because you don't know what to write?

Are you feeling overwhelmed because you know what to write but you cant bring yourself to write?

If you are number 1, the best choice of action is to step away from the blank page and do something else, trying to force your brain to write while it has no idea on what to do is a very bad idea. Take a breather, drink some water, do anything else to reset your brain. If you wanna write but have no ideas, then consume media. If you wanna write fanfiction, consume others fanfics, see how they write it, how they structure it, etc. A lot of fanfiction is basically character interactions and exploring different ideas within a universe that the author loves, so don't put big expectations on yourself. You don't need to write the next masterpiece, you just need to write, something down. Can be anything you want as long as you're enjoying the process!

If you are number 2, this is where things get tricky. What you wanna do is ask "why can't i bring myself to write?" Do NOT ask yourself that question in a mean way, really look at yourself and think why it is you cannot write? Do you feel tired? Do you feel lost? Do you feel like it has to be perfect?

Writer's block tends to be a symptom of other things like feelings of anxiety or even executive dysfunction. I'm not gonna throw any diagnoses at you because that is dumb and it's up to you and or a medical professional to figure that out but, really think to yourself on why you cannot write. Does this feeling apply to other things in your life?

If you want something practical, break down the task into smaller chunks. Break it down in a way where you feel "okay i do this amount today/this hour/this 30 minute chunk/this 15 minute chunk and I'll be happy" and stick to it. Don't go over your target, reach your target, and no matter how tiny it is, reward yourself at the end of it.

I wanna add one last thing too, but i do have a friend who writes fanfics and he basically tells me that the reason why he writes is because he becomes so obsessed with an idea that he HAS to make it. It's like a virus that gets into his head and he enters this ultra mega flow state until it is done. If you can master that flow state then you can get anything done, however it does take a while and starting something is always the hardest part. ALWAYS! But once you start something and you really love doing it and you truly believe that what you are doing is valuable to yourself then, it will become hard to stop.

Btw that person is @crump-laude they write some very neat fanfics but some are suggestive so keep that in mind....

[russellsppttemplates]

Ugh writers block is the worst, eh?

Maybe something silly to kick-start? Driver of your choice freaking out because his lips are tingling after he kissed you (you're wearing one of those plumping lipsticks)🤭

Tw: talks about potential health problems

Finishing your skincare after taking a final look in the mirror, you then made your way into the dining room, seeing Charles finish setting up the table, "That's all of us, right? I didn't miss anyone?", he pointed to the sets of plates and cutlery, "yes, that would be all of us now that Arthur and Carla are joining too", you smiled, going up to him to kiss his lips, "I'll be in the kitchen finishing up lunch".

"Do you need help?", Charles asked, "It's just stirring things, I think I'll be fine", you added, leaving Charles to sit on the sofa. As he flickered through the channels, Charles started to feel some tingling on his lips, wiping them on the back of his hand in hopes of swatting and cleaning whatever was in them and prompting the sensation. Yet, it persisted.

He knew it wasn't the right thing to do, but he went online and looked for what could be the cause of the tingling after he wiped his mouth with some water from the bathroom's tap. According to the website, he could be having anything from chapped lips to a stroke. Looking deeper into the symptoms, none of them added up other than the tingling. He had been pretty relaxed lately, he didn't feel and numbness, he didn't have any headaches in the last few days, and after checking in one of the mirrors, his face looked okay, all muscles moving as they should, "Amour?", he called, "can you come here, please?".

Walking to meet your boyfriend, you noticed his worried expression, "what's wrong?", you asked, "my phone says I'm having a stroke, or an allergic reaction, or I caught some virus mayb- shit, you shouldn't be here, I could pass it to you!", he said all in one go, "wait, wait? Are you feeling anything different?", you asked, swatting his hand when he swatted yours as you checked his temperature with the back of your hand, "you look fine to me, you're not warm. What is it that you feel?", you asked.

"My lips are tingly, now they're better, but they were so tingly", he explained, "and they were, like, bigger? Poutier?", he shrugged his shoulder, "Amour, give me a kiss, please".

Despite the odd request, Charles did so and the feeling came back, "see? It's like this, it gets tingly!", he exasperated, wiggling his fingers to mimick the feeling on his lips.

Chuckling at him, you cupped his cheek, "it's my lipbalm", you said, "It's one of those that makes your lips plumper, and I kissed you with it on, I didn't even think of it", you explained, "you're all fine, handsome".

(Thank you for submitting an ask 🤍)

[multi-fandomedfreak]

There for you // TOS Spock

Authors note: Guess who’s baaaaack ;> (with a small drabble bc school and writers block are killing me 🫠🫠)

Summary: Based off Episode 4: The Naked Time of TOS. Spock has his breakdown you’re there to comfort him. Can be either platonic or romantic

⚠️Warnings⚠️:Angst bro, angst

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The Enterprise was in chaos. Sulu attacking people with a sword, Riley taking over the ship, crewmen going hysterical, and now Spock was nowhere to be found.

The last time you checked he was headed towards the sick bay but he wasn’t answering his com. You were walking at a determined pace but a a dreadful anxiety had settled in your stomach.

Riley had taken control of the ships helm and the ships orbit was decaying faster than Jim could make an irrational decision, which only urged you to find Spock faster.

When the Enterprise shook violently due to the decaying orbit, your determined stride became a frantic one. At this point, you began to go into every room that was unlocked in search for Spock, even into crewman’s quarters for goodness sake.

Just as you let out a frustrated huff, a peculiar noise caught your attention. You paused. Where was the noise coming from? It was so faint you almost convinced yourself that you’d gotten the virus. You’d definitely gone crazy now.

But there it was again. You walked as silently as you could towards what you hoped to be the source of the noise.

As it got louder, you recognized it to be…sobs.

Gut wrenching, sorrowful, sobs.

Just hearing the sobs themselves made a pit in your stomach. You had to will yourself not to cry.

Soon, you realized that the crying was coming from a conference room. Before you could think about what to do, the automatic door slid open to reveal a sight you’d never thought you’d see.

Spock hunched over a table, knuckles white from the force of which he clutched his head, and sobs racking through his body almost uncontrollably.

His face…usually one so stoic and serious was now contorted in such despair it shocked you to your very core. Seeing someone you cared about in pain made you sad yes, but seeing Spock in pain? That was a new level of misery you couldn’t even begin to understand.

Maybe it was because you both were closer than anyone on the ship. Maybe it was because you understood how much it takes to break someone like Spock. But understanding that didn’t matter right now. All that mattered was Spock.

Forgetting about why you were even looking for him in the first place, you approached him cautiously.

You sat next to him.

Not too close as to startle him but close enough to let him know that you’re there. That he’s not alone.

His head raised to look at you and you could feel your own eyes well up with tears at the sight.

His eyes. Oh his poor eyes. They were usually so unreadable. It physically shocked you just how vulnerable and deep with sorrow they had become.

The stain his tears left on his cheeks brewed such deep emotions inside of you that they couldn’t be explained. All you knew was that you wanted—no—yearned to eliminate the cause of such tears.

His struggle to inhale air through his ragged breathing snapped you out of your thoughts.

For a moment, you didn’t know what to do. You wanted to make him feel better so badly but…you simply didn’t know what to do.

Comforting Spock was not something you ever thought—realistically—you would do.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed. A minute. An hour. A whole day could have passed for all you know. Either way you didn’t care. All you cared about was Spock.

Then, he did something that unexpected. He reached out for you. He was asking for physical touch. With you.

Despite never having witnessed Spock ask for something of this manner, you didn’t hesitate to engulf him in a bone crushing hug.

The comfort it brought Spock was almost instant. Although his sobs continued to rock his body—you could feel the tension slowly leave his normally stiff shoulders. His head rested on your shoulder, face tucked into the crook of your neck, as if shielding himself from the rest of the world. He clung onto you like a life line.

Your arms wrapped tighter around him, a silent promise you wouldn’t leave him.

All previous thoughts about the ship or the situation at hand completely left your mind. They were now considered a second priority. This didn’t normally happen but you couldn’t help but feel that this was more important.

That Spock was more important.