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
The Cat Comes BackIt’s strange sometimes how going back to places you have not visited for years make memories come back, even if the buildings or the landscape has changed completely. I can’t go back to the West End of Newcastle, for example, without remembering the large tower blocks that used to be there. They were demolished years ago, but I can still see them.Why am I thinking about this? Well, a few weeks ago I was in Great Yarmouth, and as I walked to an appointment I passed a house that had a cafe in the downstairs part. It was a nice enough cafe, but I remembered when I visited it nearly forty years ago – at that time what is now a cafe was actually a flat, and the reason I remember it was the two charming ladies I was surprised to find in residence when I visited.I had seen through the open window they had great taste in furnishing and paintings – so I presumed they would have similar taste in smaller, more portable objects. So I nipped a
VacancyFor rent. Used heart. Inquire within.
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
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