#miramei

[robynsneezes]

WHEN BRAINROT

[forta-ver]

Hey, writing friends! One of the discords I lurk in announced a neat thing: Short Story September.

It's a month-long writing challenge to help draft, write, and submit a short story to a literary publication. And it appears to be a free event.

If it's anything like their Comic-making challenge from April, it'll break each step down into bite-sized chunks and it's a nice, low-pressure way to do a challenge.

[bouncyenvos]

miramei replied to your photoset “i don’t think I’ve shown off this stuff before. donuts, foxes, neat...”

I thought those were real donuts at first? Envos you can't do this to me

i wouldn’t let u lose ur teeth over this, I got your back

[forta-ver--watchmaker]

POV

POV — something that’s already happened, retold from another character’s perspective

[[Distortion, because I can’t for the life of me remember how much of Duality story stuff I actually posted, and the blog is full of ref stuff, too. Just makes it a little difficult to find anything, since I stupidly didn’t tag half of the story.]]

R1: Zea’s POV

Hpmph.

It always felt like forever, being inside the pokeball, but this time felt different. Worse somehow. He couldn’t even hear the muffled chatter of his trainer anymore. Just some kind of odd, soft ‘thwap’ type noise over and over with shifting rhythms. Almost like something was tapping the walls of the pokeball with a feather duster.

Finally, a different voice could be made out, questioning. Then it went up in pitch and volume. Scolding?

Zea sighed, floating in the vaguely pleasant void. He’d heard that some pokemon’s spaces were a little more substantial, even having a ground and sky to look at. Or nice soft places to lay and nap.

For whatever reason, his was always shifting and hazy beyond measure.

... When will he release me? Rick said I’d get to fight in the first battle, ‘cuz it was vs the perfume lady. She has poisoners, and I can’t be poisoned. And if she uses her fairy, I’ll have an easy win.... What is he doing?

Minor frustration built, but Zea just yawned. If Rick had got distracted or turned around in finding his opponent, it really couldn’t be helped.

Might as well take a quick nap. If he was really needed, Zea would wake up and fight, and not a moment sooner.

That’d show Rick.