Left and right are directions. Liberal and Conservative are adjectives.
War is the problem, peace is the cure and isms isn’t the issue…
John Coltrane – A Love Supreme [Full Album] (1965)
“Eight, sir; seven, sir;
Six, sir; five, sir;
Four, sir; Three, sir;
Two, sir; one!
Tenser, said the Tensor.
Tenser, said the Tensor.
Giveon – This Ain’t Love (Audio)
My favorite parts of this song (This Ain’t Love by Giveon from his music album Take Time) are the parts when the song picks up & starts to sound a little like a different song.
(under the cut because omg I can’t believe I kept track of all this today... or that I did this much today...)
1645 words transcribed of a sad and somewhat cursed AU
968 words transcribed of Blue AU 2
29 words transcribed of actual Blue AU. Maybe. Haven’t decided.
487 words transcribed of random Partners AU snippets that I probably won’t use.
2137 words transcribed of biting a senator AU.
1480 words transcribed of a depressing AU of biting a senator AU
397 words transcribed of an AU of depressing AU
2775 words transcribed/written of yet another AU that I have confusingly titled “Shadow.” I finished and posted it to my unrevealed collection, hooray!
In general, a day of transcribing random crap from this one old notebook lol. All this AU hopping and then piecing things together is frustrating. And stands out because I’ve not been doing that lately, I’ve been starting and finishing whole stories continuously, with new ideas going into a new notebook as they come up. A very good trend that I hope I can keep up. I’m glad I can shelve this old notebook, whew.
(chasers, exclusionists, and transmeds dni, thank you)
#disclaimer: i'm nonbinary don't come at me for nonbinary erasure please u_u #it's just an existing joke template #stfu blue#lgbtqia+#t4t#fashion #optional extra version that specifies you like your women and your men nonbinary i suppose #that would cover all the bases #anyway i'm sure someone has already done this it just popped into my head while i was sewing
The Winterburg Militia had just been alerted of the presence of a familiar blue creature that they had encountered during the damned Zombot crisis. A foe that they had now perceived as being almost as dangerous as Eggman, or any of the badniks that the doctor had locked up within his arsenal. One that had almost had each of them cornered and defeated if the Restoration had not done their part and cured everyone before any real damage could be done.
It was a miracle that the citizens had been cured just in time.
But that didn’t mean that the danger was over. Nobody was able to stop the blue creature from escaping, thus why the Militia had always remained battle-ready in the event that they would have to face them again.
Now... this was the moment they had been anticipating for what felt like a very long time. The small beast had been spotted around the plaza last time, and who knows what they were planning to do. After all, everyone had seen just what he was capable of during the time of the plague.
Around the statue near the heart of Winterburg, the Militia continued to search, Wispons at the ready. The sounds of the wind blowing (as well as Sonic fighting Eggman, who happened to be on one of the nearby mountains) could be heard, as well as the crunch-crunch noises made with each step in the snow.
One of the members in particular peered around the corner of a building, holding a custom-made gray wispon in his hands. His partner, a gray wisp, hovered next to him nervously.
Normally, Shiro stayed behind on most missions before now. But given the threat this monster posed, he couldn’t afford to sit back. He wanted this being gone from his home, and he never wanted it or any of it’s kind to trouble anyone again. He allowed his Wisp, Rocky, to cuddle in his coat for both warmth and comfort, as he kept his eyes peeled for any sign of the small miscreant.
“Where did you go, you foul being...” Shiro scowled under his breath as he scanned the area.
Rocky nuzzled into him, letting out a fearful whimper as he looked upwards towards his friend.
Shiro warmly placed a hand on the area where Rocky was huddling into. He hated seeing his companion afraid, and wanted to help them keep calm.
“Keep calm, Rocky... we will find that disgusting creature and make sure it never hurts anyone again.” he spoke as he continued to look sharply around the town, waiting for any signs of their target.
But still... nothing.
How could something that stuck out like a sore thumb in terms of appearance be so good at keeping itself hidden from it’s pursuers? Plus, Shiro remembered what it looked like rather vividly... so it wouldn’t be hard to spot it from a mile away. But if he were a... whatever that creature exactly was, where would he be?
Could that monster had left the town and gone elsewhere by now...? No, it most likely wanted to at least leave a few scars on this place before escaping back to whatever disgusting pit it had crawled out of. But that thought also raised another question in the human’s mind; where in the world did that small blue demon come from? It didn’t seem like anything from this entire planet. Almost like... it was an alien of some kind. Of course, the wisps were aliens as well, but they were much more benevolent than that scumbag that attacked during the crisis.
Shiro’s thoughts were suddenly interrupted by Rocky suddenly chirping and using one of his tentacles to point at something.
Shiro looked at Rocky for a brief moment to see what was up, then noticed the gray wisp pointing towards something. His blue eyes followed the rhombus-shaped tentacles to see what or where it was that they were pointing at... and then, it caught his eye at last.
Once he had gotten a good look at it, and once Rocky took the time to stop huddling in his jacket, he put his wispon in inactive mode and knelt down to get a closer and much better look. He cleaned the sweat from his glasses using his coat, put them back on, and squinted for a brief moment before his vision cleared up so he could clearly see whatever this was.
As far as he could tell just by looking at them, they were footprints. But they didn’t seem to be like any footprints he’d ever seen in his life. They were... oddly-shaped. Like a bunch of V-shapes, to put it lightly. The points sort of made it seem as if whoever left them had claws on their feet. They almost reminded him of tracks left behind by Pickies... but pickies’ feet were round. These were all jagged and pointy.
Unfamiliar tracks... unfamiliar creature... all of this oddity in general... bingo! That horned vermin was the one that had left these footprints behind! And they were rather fresh, so that disgusting beast had to be nearby. It all made sense now. Shiro quickly got back up, picked up his wispon before setting back into combat mode, and ushering for Rocky to come back over, as the little wisp had wandered a few metres away for a bit as he was investigating the footprints.
He then reached for the communicator on his mask, and pressed the speech button on it so his teammates would know he was trying to contact them.
“Everyone, I am in the plaza and I believe that I have found that creature’s footprints. Rocky and I are investigating them now.”
Once he finished relaying his message to his group, the small wisp flew back over beside him, ready in case they needed to enter Shiro’s wispon in the event that a fight were to start.
The footprints were evenly spaced... but as Shiro continued to follow them, he noticed that they were soon beginning to grow more and more apart from each other, as if the monster that left them had been slowly but surely speeding up as they continued on. The human quirked a brow at this... why was that little hellspawn in such a hurry? Did it... have somewhere to be? It was so confusing... hopefully once he had tracked it down, he would get some answers that he could share with his colleagues so they could learn more about what was going on.
Soon, after a bit of walking and tracking, the tracks eventually turned around a corner. Shiro eagerly followed them around said corner with wispon in hand and with Rocky in tow..
Only for them to suddenly stop in an alleyway.
That was strange, they stopped perfectly here. No signs of the walls having been scaled, no signs of an attempt to straight-up run up the wall, no signs of wall jumping... this was so confusing.
It was alien is what it was. And this was getting Shiro absolutely nowhere.
“Where the hell did that little lowlife go-”
As Shiro was pondering to himself, he felt someone or something bludgeon the back of his head with a hard object. And all Rocky could do in that moment was let out a series of panicked warbles, unsure of what to do. As Shiro rubbed the back of his head in pain from the impact, a sudden feeling of dizziness began to overtake him. And before he could come up with any thoughts as to who or what in the world had just struck him, his eyes slowly closed as the snow-covered ground rushed up to meet him, causing him to drop his wispon entirely.
A loud crack could be heard as the wispon hit the cold, hard ground.
...However, all was not entirely quiet after that, as Shiro’s communicator came on shortly afterwards, with a loud KRRRZZT sound as it activated.
[ “Shiro! We didn’t get your message up until now, but we’re on our way right now! Have you found any sign of the creature?!” ]
... ... KRRRZZT!
[ “Shiro? Can you hear us? Why the radio silence? Respond, please!” ]
... ... ... KRRRZZT!
[ “Shiro?! Where are you!?” ]
#ic status #sonic idw spoilers #idw spoilers #idw sonic spoilers #👓 Wispon expert ( IC ) #this is a draft #in which Shiro gets knocked out by a certain blue zeti he hates