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Fancharacter profile: Xavier"Again and again I've been asked what my secret is for writing such award-winning fanfiction. My answer's always the same: attention to detail. Cross-reference everything with everything else, limit your assumptions, and gather as much information as possible about what you're writing about." --XavierFancharacter profile: Xavier by sonicinterface
Type of character: Sonicverse
Name: Xavier Screens (online alias XavierTheSavior)
Age: Early 20's
Species: Screen lizard (what's that?)
Occupation: Freelance writer (specializes in fanfiction)
Family and associates:
Cousin to Samara and Sadako Screens. Single; not looking for a girlfriend.
Xavier's primary body color is pastel blue (around #AAAAFF in standard RRGGBB hexadecimal); his "snout" and underbelly are a darker blue. His eyes are brown. His proportions are normal for a Mobian.
Stealth LizardSneezing Wolf High - a high school AU by XavierTheSaviorStealth Lizard by sonicinterface
Disclaimer: This is fanfiction. The characters featured in this story are the property of Sneezing Wolf Studios. I acknowledge this and therefore lay no claim to them.
Chapter 4: Doesn't Detention Just Drag On
Tick. Tick. Tick. The relentless ticking of the clock on the wall of the detention room slowly bored its way into the minds of the students.
Black the dragon carefully and systematically ripped a page out of his notebook. He folded and creased it, then folded it again, carefully transforming the page into a paper airplane. His twin brother, White, slouched not-so-patiently at his desk at the other end of the room, seemingly aware of...
Sadako Screens turned her attention away from the lines of text that were appearing in the word processor window. Xavier's fanfiction WAS rather entertaining to read, but the female screen lizard was here on a mission and that w
A Guide to LiteralisLiteralis (litt-ur-AL-iss), otherwise known as Bedelia's Syndrome, is a special form of autism most prevalent in (but not limited to) cartoon characters. It is distinguished by its primary symptom: a severely hindered ability to understand figurative language. This is typically coupled with a high level of obedience to authority figures, which can make for a dangerous combination.A Guide to Literalis by sonicinterface
The behavior of someone afflicted with literalis is so iconic, a few examples should suffice to illustrate it. When told to "call me a taxi", an afflictee will usually start referring to the requester as a taxi, instead of summoning one. An instruction to "put out the light" will often be taken by an afflictee as meaning to take the light outside, rather than turning it off. When told that "it's raining cats and dogs", an afflictee may respond, "I don't see any cats or dogs, just rain."
Like other forms of autism, precisely what causes literalis is still unknown. One theory
Character profile: Nancy"Now, I know this must sound hard to believe from your position, but you're in no danger. You'll come out of this just fine. Just relax and don't struggle. Now hold still... *GULP*" --NancyCharacter profile: Nancy by sonicinterface
Type of character: Sonicverse - Gigant's interpretation
Name: Nancy Deuce
Age: About 30
Race/species: Cow (Mobian)
Occupation: "Supplier" - Golden Fields Dairy Factory (see "Modus operandi" below for details)
Family and associates:
No known living relatives. Single. Good friends with Marisa the Bat.
First things first, let's get the important thing out of the way: Nancy is a giantess. She stands at roughly ten stories tall. Her body proportions, however, are normal. Her primary body color is a bright green (#80FF80), broken up by huge blotches of orange (#FFBF80); her muzzle is flesh-colored. She has two small, white horns that stick straight up, and small ears t
Cookie Calamity -Toon- -Req.-The alleyway was quiet, save for the hum of a few air conditioners. A black-and-white kitten by the name of Color wandered by himself along the alley; he'd never been to this alley before, and wanted to do some exploring. Occasionally he would pause and peek into a trash can in search of something shiny, but for some reason all the trash was dull and boring today.Cookie Calamity -Toon- -Req.- by sonicinterface
As he passed by the back door of one building in particular, a scent coming from it made him stop in his tracks.
Color's nose hadn't betrayed him. That building was a bakery, the newly opened Sprocket Bros. Bakery to be more precise, and someone was baking cookies inside.
Discreetly the kitten pushed the door open, glancing back and forth. He'd definitely entered the kitchen, and it appeared to be vacant, not a butcher or baker or candlestick maker in sight. The scent of cookies was still strong, though.
Surely no one would notice if I pinched just one cookie. Maybe tw
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Wings - Chapter 8: GoodbyeWings - Chapter 8: Goodbye by sonicinterface
Mythril sat down, and only then noticed her wound. She quickly ripped off part of her other pants leg and bandaged it. In the meantime, she recounted as much of her dream as she could remember in her mind for the dragons' viewing pleasure.
'Sounds...nice. Heh...I'll always...wonder...what you...would be...like if...you'd been...a dragon. Lightning...you said...as your Heartsoul?'
Cryo snarled, and twisted his sister's face up so she could blink blearily at him. His voice sounded oddly strained; not from physical pain, though.
'Stop using that damned weary talk. You'll be fine!'
Celcia managed a tiny shake of her head, indicating her chest wound.
'That stone...might've...gone deeper...I...can't breathe properly.'
Mythril was close to Cryo and Celcia now.
Are... Celcia, are you going to be okay?
Celcia blinked at her, opening her mouth to force out that one wo
Wings - Chapter 7: DefeatedWings - Chapter 7: Defeated by sonicinterface
Cryo crawled to the edge, watching Mythril flit about, eying Quagmire defensively. He, too, was building up ice; he'd need a HUGE gust of sub-zero temperatures to pull this off.
'Make sure it heads for me!'
Mythril made minor adjustments to her movements so she'd be directly between Cryo and Quagmire. By now she was getting a little anxious because of how long the latter had been taking to let loose his deadly projectile. She secretly wished he could go ahead and fire so they could get this over with.
Quagmire gauged the distance, not caring if his motive was obvious. He suddenly moved, flicking his head to spit by far the biggest globe of Poison he'd ever created; it was bigger than Mythril, frothing, and bright green.
'Die, you despicable pegasus!'
Despite the globe's size, Mythril managed to avoid it by shutting her wings and free-falling the appropriate distance. Once she w
Wings - Chapter 6: FightingWings - Chapter 6: Fighting by sonicinterface
Celcia snarled furiously in agreement, glaring with utter hatred at Quagmire.
His lips pulled back into a leering sneer. Oh lovely. Ill have your blue brother as an appetizer, my beauty, and then Ill have some tender pegasus meat to polish it all off. Then Ill rip your wings off so youll just have to stay with me, and do whatever I tell you. For forever.
Celcia roared loudly then; and it was unlike any sound Mythril had heard her make before. It was a vicious, feral war cry; and Celcia wasted no time. Tucking her wings in, she then arced up at the last second, belching out a huge wall of fire as she did so, scorching over Quagmires head.
Celcia had boasted about the properties of her scales before; and Quagmire was no different. Although he wasnt immune to fire as she was; they still protected him from the main blast. Blackened but int
Wings - Chapter 5: PreparingWings - Chapter 5: Preparing by sonicinterface
Mythril eyed Cryo as she landed.
She was more or less the one who noticed me first. She apparently heard a particularly loud thought from me while she was adrift on the wind, and approached me out of curiosity.
Cryo made such a deep, rumbling, gravelly noise that one who had never heard dragon-laughter before might have mistaken it for growling.
'Cel's always been curious about life beyond the dragon mainland. You don't usually get others as nice as you here. If you ever meet another, they're either after your territory or hoping to...ahem, start a family. That's what Quagmire's after, anyway.'
He offered an apologetic look to the pretty pegasus, 'I take it your society doesn't work like that?'
Mythril shook her head.
No. People in general are a lot more friendly to one another where I come from. That's not to say there aren't any exceptions, but for the most part it's a peaceful socie
Wings - Chapter 4: QuagmireWings - Chapter 4: Quagmire by sonicinterface
Mythril and Elizabeth both gasped as Cryo made his entrance. Mythril stepped forwards.
Celcia, do you know him?
Celcia, dazed at the sight of her frankly gigantic brother trying to make his way inside with his wide-set horns, suddenly went into full sister-mode, snarling in irritation mixed with relief, ushering him backwards and out into the downpour. The water froze on contact with him, most sliding off but some clinging to his horns and elbows. It just became steam on contact with Celcia's golden hide.
'Cryo, you can't just come barging in with your horns; I was fine; I was just talking to Mythril and her mother; why did you come all this way for me; I can take care of myself you know; are you okay?'
A rumbling laugh issued form his chest, and he spat a shard of ice playfully at her, melting instantly.
'Good to see you too, Cel. Who are your friends?'
Mythril had made her way to the doorway in the meantime;
Wings - Chapter 3: FamilyWings - Chapter 3: Family by sonicinterface
Celcia sighed, offering an apologetic look to the pegasus.
'Be that as it may, I still reacted defensively. I'm not sure if someone like me will ever be able to belong in a place like this. I'm too different.'
She blocked the fleeting idea of her leaving to Mythril just a little too late.
Fitting in takes time. This is your first time here. I'm sure I wouldn't last long wherever you come from, either.
Mythril increased her altitude, then went into a glide, aimed towards the coast.
Celcia blinked, engrossed with that idea.
'Good point. Those humans - that boy in particular - wouldn't last a minute at home.'
Celcia knew from past experience that sea-water helped disinfect wounds, and intended to take a dip on reaching the coast. Her side was beginning to bother her.
Mythril was now leading the way across the sky towards the coast. As it began to come into view, sh
Wings - Chapter 2: FrictionWings - Chapter 2: Friction by sonicinterface
Celcia made a barking noise which Mythril interpreted correctly as laughter, and she flapped her wings once without taking off to show scorn.
'What could they possibly do? They're the most defenseless things I've ever seen. They don't even have wings like you do.'
Celcia didn't like the way they were pointing and talking to each other. One boy cried excitedly, "The lizard isn't wearing any clothes!"
Instantly, they all began to laugh and titter. Celcia didn't understand why they were laughing, but she knew it was aimed at her. Growling very lowly, she prepared to breathe a hearty plume of fire without the intention to harm; merely scare; smoke ebbing from her mouth.
Mythril looked at the crowd, then at Celcia. She misinterpreted the situation and thought the dragoness was about to attack the crowd.
"Wait, Celcia!" Mythril exclaimed without thinking. "Don't hurt them!"
The boy who'd called out pa
Wings - Chapter 1: They MeetWings - Chapter 1: They Meet by sonicinterface
As summer days go, it was a particularly pleasant one. The air was dotted with clouds, but there was no threat of rain. It wasn't too hot or cold; it was just right. The perfect day for a picnic, a hike, or...
Mythril the Pegasus swooped low over 3rd Street, her dyed wings preventing her from splattering unpleasantly on the pavement. She then ended her dive and gained altitude again, using her legs as a rudder to steer the air in the appropriate direction.
From there she leaned left and performed a drill maneuver as she approached a slightly dense field of trees. She zigzagged through the trees with all the grace and agility one would expect from a winged pegasus before perching firmly on one of the highest branches of the tallest oak.
HEAR ME, WORLD! I AM MYTHRIL THE PEGASUS, THE FASTEST AND MOST AGILE FLIER IN THE LAND! MY SUPERIOR GRACE IS THE ENVY OF EVEN NiGHTS HIMSELF!
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The Cat Burglar -Trade-The stronghold was set in the middle of a mountain range. It was guarded around the clock, and many high-tech security measures guarded the treasure within. It almost seemed like a challenge for thieves to come and try their luck.
Of course, someone took the challenge.
A black figure coasted across the night sky, directly towards the stronghold. It was none other than the elastic black cat known as Blinkie. She'd molded her arms and hands into a hang glider for the trip, and was enjoying the sensation of the air rushing over, under, and around her.
As she passed over the stronghold, Blinkie retracted her arms back to their normal shape, dropping down onto the roof. The impact briefly squashed her down to a fraction of her normal height, but she popped back without difficulty.
Alright, here I am. I just have to sneak in, steal the diamond, and get out.
Blinkie scanned the roof for potential entrances. A circular hatch ca
Land of Giants -Toon- -Req.-Sophie beamed as she reexamined the leaflet the supervisor had given her. She was sure she'd fit right in where she was going.
Out of boredom, she'd wandered over to the Universal Teleport Station and decided to pop into another world for a spell. According to the leaflet, the world she was headed for followed similar laws of physics to her own, but every single one of its residents was a giant multiple stories tall. As a wingless dragon who herself was as big of a house at full size, she didn't hesitate to sign up for transit.
"Okay, miss, the portal's active. You can go ahead and step through any..."
Sophie had already dived into the purple light.
The multicolored world on the other side of the portal was an impressive contrast from the plain white teleport chamber. Sophie had landed in the middle of a humongous town, with buildings and mostly deserted sidewalks as far as she could see. She felt very small, which for her was an incredibl
Table for Three -Req.-"Look, Lizzie, it doesn't matter how you count them. Two chairs can't sit three people."
The wolf twins Lizzie and Abbe sat on opposite ends of a table out on their back porch. A week ago, Lizzie had insisted on picking out this particular table-and-chairs set because it matched her green fur; the problem was that today they were expecting a third party, and didn't have a chair to spare.
"C'mon, Abbe! There's gotta be a way to make it work. We didn't invite Tom over just to turn him away because he doesn't have a place to sit."
Lizzie got to her feet and studied the bright green chair she'd been sitting on. Confused, Abbe stood up and made her way around the table to stand beside her sister.
"What are you thinking, Lizzie?"
"Well... maybe if we take this chair apart, we can put the pieces back together in such a way that we make TWO chairs. You know, like in that mathematics textbook."
"Lizzie, I don't think that's the way it--"
"I'm gonna try it.
A Beast in the Valley -Trade-The temple was well hidden in the woods, nearly impossible to find except by accident. Wolfen Down had stumbled upon it quite by chance in an attempt to take a shortcut. He seemed to have a knack for discovering ancient temples.
Two rather aged wolf statues guarded the temple entrance. Inside, a third statue firmly clutched a crystal ball; there seemed to be no way to remove the ball from the statue's hands.
Weird. That ball HAS to be important. I can sense some sort of energy inside it.
Wolfen cautiously reached out and touched the ball with one finger. Immediately he pulled his hand away as he felt his canine instincts act up.
What the...? Okay, whatever this thing is, it's dangerous. Maybe I can...
Taking a deep breath, Wolfen placed his right hand-- the one he always wore the Infinity Gauntlet on-- palm-first against the ball's surface. Then he focused.
Energy crackled across his fingertips. For a moment, his hand was glued in place as energy flowed between
The Wicked Wild -Trade-"Oof!"
Kaitlin and Leon Down landed in a heap on an unfamiliar patch of ground. Only minutes ago (from their perspective), they'd been locked up together in a cage. Kaitlin had tried to shoot the lock off with an energy blast, only for Leon to slow down time, cut deliberately in front of her, and take the shot instead. The resulting overload had pinged both of them into another time and place altogether, as was rather typical for their adventures.
"Leon, you did that on purpose!"
"Well, yeah, I did... look at it this way: we're not stuck in a cage anymore, right?"
"The phrase 'out of the frying pan and into the fire' comes to mind..."
Kaitlin let out a frustrated sigh as she and her twin brother stood up and looked around. The warp had dumped the two of them in a clearing in a large jungle. Trees and bushes of many different sorts dotted the landscape.
"It's beautiful," the cobra remarked. "We should start bringing a camera with us when we travel."
Pool Party -Trade-The pool party was that afternoon, and Lizzie and Abbe still hadn't been able to secure a good pool toy for the occasion. Every toy was too expensive, or too ugly, or too... well, Abbe seemed to be a bit picky when it came to pool toys.
"Stop stalling, Abbe!" Lizzie moped as the two of them scanned the shelves of one last sporting goods store. "Let's just pick one and get it over with!"
"It's the middle of summer, Lizzie," the blue wolf reminded her twin sister. "If it were good someone would've bought it by now. You were the one who thought it could wait until the last minute."
"Well, if all else fails..."
"We've been over this already. Big, round balloons don't make good pool toys. Besides, the last time we tried it I kept tipping upside-down and getting water up my nose."
Abbe turned around to scour the shelves again... and caught sight of something behind all the inflatables she'd deemed too ugly. Rushing in, she dug through and uncovered i
Valley of Rotting Flesh -Trade-"Look... Leon... I know I divided the candy equally. You're just hiding some so you can get more than your fair share!"
Halloween night was upon the Valley of Venom, and the Down twins had just finished trick-or-treating. Kaitlin (dressed as a sorceress) had taken the liberty of sorting the candy, but her brother Leon (who'd gone as a vampire) was insistent that his share was smaller than it was supposed to be.
"Nuh-uh! You just want to keep more for yourself!"
"I counted them and gave you half! You're the cheater here!"
The argument quickly turned into a shouting match. Finally, the cobra blew her top, and shot off an energy blast at the wolf.
It wasn't until both their visions went purple that Kaitlin remembered why aiming her energy blasts at her brother was generally a bad idea.
When the light faded, the room had been replaced with the street just outside. Kaitlin groaned as she and Leon got to their feet (a few pieces of can
What Lurks Within -Trade-The gray wolf stood at the entrance to the maze. His appearance was one of a hero, with blue eyes and brown hair. Thirteen other Mobians of varying species, six male and seven female, had already entered the maze, but the wolf didn't have faith that they would return.
As the wolf stepped towards the entrance, a hand on his shoulder stopped him. He turned, and found himself making eye contact with a female red echidna. She was dressed in black robes and wore a patch over her left eye, and a few of her quills in her forehead were purple.
"Prince Theseus of Athens," the echidna greeted the wolf coldly.
"Lady Kia of Crete," the wolf responded in turn. "Caretaker of the maze and the Minotaur."
"Don't think I didn't recognize you, Prince Theseus, even if the guards didn't. I don't need my 'eye of scrying' to know your face when I see it."
To emphasize that last bit, Lady Kia flipped up her eyepatch, revealing a small crystal ball she used as a glass eye, b
Taffy Black -Trade-"Okay, everyone," the director called out, "we begin filming the next scene in one minute! Take your places and get into character!"
The filming of Taffy Black's pilot episode was well under way at the television studio (the same studio, incidentally, responsible for the game show Nothing Flat). Cameramen and sound technicians were stationed at every appropriate location, ready to catch everything, while the actors rehearsed their lines.
The actress playing the titular super-heroine, a black cat by the name of Blinkie, stood ready in an appropriate spot. She was dressed in a bright orange latex bodysuit that hugged her fur so tightly it might as well have been part of her body, although her head and tail remained bare; a circular emblem depicting the letters "TB" adorned her chest. She also wore a mask of the same color, framing her green eyes perfectly. Glancing at the director, she yawned and stretched-- and I do mean stretched, as h
Character profile: Caroline"If I lived in Star Trek, I'd be a red shirt." --Caroline
Type of character: Cartoon verse (~Lolocator's version)
Name: Caroline Redd
Age: Late 20's
Allegiance: Red team
Family: Has an older brother named Nathan. No other known relatives.
Caroline's body colors are the classic skunk black and white. She is flat-chested, and has green eyes. There's nothing remarkable about the way she's built.
She wears a red bandanna tied around her left arm, an indication of her team allegiance. She also wears a hot pink tank top, featureless. Other than that, she goes unclothed.
Caroline is a little introverted. She doesn't try to avoid conversation with other people, but doesn't actively pursue it, either. She's a realist who can't take compliments easily, and a known snark. She's also fairly good with numbers and statistics, and
Char. Profile: Officer ZacharyType of character: Calamity City
Name: Officer Zachary (the "Officer" is not actually part of his name)
Age: Early 20's
Occupation: Police officer
Zachary is about half a head taller than average, but otherwise fairly normally proportioned. The majority of his body is white with black stripes, but his chest is plain white. He has a straight mane that sort of resembles a mohawk, starting at the top of his head and going down his back, ending about where his tail begins. Its stripes are identical to his own. His eyes are blue, and his mouth area is gray.
His hands and feet are black hooves. He actually has functional hands, but each hand has hard fingertips that can sort of lock together to form a hoof. He usually keeps his hands locked as hooves when not otherwise using them for anything. He's missing one black stripe on his left leg, the fourth one from t
Fancharacter Profile: TashakoType of character: Sonicverse (more specifically lizardman22's interpretation thereof)
Name: Tashako (tuh-SHAH-koh) Ana
Age: About 20
Species: Anaconda (Mobian)
Occupation: Writer and storyteller
Tashako is a slight bit taller than most Mobians. His primary body color is a dark yellow, sort of golden, about BFBF00 in RGB hexadecimal. His chest and mouth area, as well as the underside of his tail, are a slightly lighter yellow, around CCCC00. He has no eye color; his eyes are black. He has arms and legs, but lacks toes.
His entire body, except for his head, is covered in a pattern of black spots. The spots on his torso are each about an inch in diameter, whereas the ones on his arms, legs, and tail are smaller. His tail is about as long as he is tall, and has an oval-shaped cross section with the thinnest portion vertical; he lets it fall slack and tra
Taking Out The Trashlizardman22
Annabelle Gwendolyn Griffon let out a stunned squawk as she jumped backwards, her powerful wings fanning out to help her keep balance. She scrambled to set her footing. Before her the Beast rose up, it's grotesque, misshapen body congealing together from the rubbish contained in the almost bottomless trashcan. It heaved it's bulk forward, reaching out to her with a left hand made up from crushed tin cans. Annabelle brandished her mop, twirling it out in front of her like a bo staff.
"Desist this unseemly behavior and return to the rubbish from whence you came," she said to the Beast.
The creature gurgled, lunging for the griffon. Annabelle countered. She swatted the hand away with her mop and darted in under it's guard. She struck out, rapping the beast around the head and chest. Pieces of rubbish fell lose and dropped to the ground. She struck again, the end of the mop piercing into an eye made up from cracked eggshells. The Beast howled. It's voice grated through Annabelle's ears. It