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." --XavierType of character: SonicverseName: Xavier Screens (online alias XavierTheSavior)Age: Early 20'sGender: MSpecies: 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.Appearance: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.He
UnfinishedThe secret to eternal youth is...
Stealth LizardSneezing Wolf High - a high school AU by XavierTheSaviorDisclaimer: 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.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
Tone DeafBest complement for her music?Earplugs.
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*" --NancyType of character: Sonicverse - Gigant's interpretationName: Nancy DeuceAge: About 30Gender: FRace/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.Appearance: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
Normal?What is normal?You?Me?Who?
Spider fingers and cobra kissesI fell in love with a boy who was mute, never said a word. His eyes, cobalt and iridescent and other-worldly, seemed to have to do all the explaining, his spider fingers, skeletal and stretched, had to do all the gestures, pointing at this, reaching for that. Life with him was like one never-ending game of charades and his turn was never over, he could never sit down and watch someone else fumble with how to express something without words. He had taught himself, had studied his audiences over the years and knew how to get everything across with minimal confusion, could make shapes with his hands, could draw on restaurant napkins, could pull his face into caricatures of emotions.I met him in a bar, centre of a crowd, contorting his mouth into the widest of grins, arching his eyebrows like open umbrellas. I couldn’t understand how he could keep so many strangers so enthralled without saying a word, but then I started watching him and I understood. He spoke a higher language, coul
To EscapeBroken keychains played freedom for her.
Beneath the Skin"I don't understand you," he said to her softly."I don't... I don't understand why you're like this.""Like what?" She replied, with as negligent a tone as she could muster. Truthfully, she didn't care what he said. She would be exactly the same whether he understood her or not. She was herself, and if that was too complicated for him, then why, he could take himself elsewhere and find some nice simple girl that he could wrap his head around."Like this," he said, waving a hand in such a way that seemed to encompass both her and the entirety of the world. "You're... different, from how you used to be. Moody. I want to know why, what happened.""Why?" she said, with all the vitriol that a teenage girl could command. "You can't know why. The world doesn't work like that."He stared at her, as though she had possibly sprouted a second head. "It does. We used to share everything.""No. No, we didn't. No one shares everything. They can't. Everyone has secrets, even if they're so small as to
6 Word StoryF o ld i ngInwardIamaBlackhole.
voices made to shake the dustThere are a thousand and one voices in this room with me, all of them awake and lilting through my senses.Catherine is soft, sheltered even; she reminds me of butter, half melted in the summertime. But Stephen, who sits across from her, is a crueler counterpart, uneven and harsh in his unfiltered utterances; he has bruised more than one voice in here.George is a spiderweb, each word weaving into another until they lie stretched, reflecting the weight of the world. Beside him, Jodi is a hurricane; constant in her certainty, she is the ground below my feet.John is a grandfather clock, proud and stately; whisperer of stories, he has soothed my soul more often than I recall. There is Wilbur also, dearest Wilbur, who I loved as a child but cannot manage to love now.There are a thousand and one voices in here and if I were to tell you about them all, I would be here until time claimed my bones for dust. But I am not made for dust, so I can only tell you this: it is impossible for me to l
Life and Death"Seven days.""Fantastic! Doctors said three."