tinkering in a workshop

WARNING FOR;

-SUICIDE

-MINOR DESCRIPTIONS OF GORE

Here's the concept my brain has just made; Lime falls in love with Blue (its a blime au so ofc this happens), but Lime is suddenly possessed by an alien and the alien kills Blue as Lime. For Lime, they have no idea whats happening because its essentially like the alien knocked them out and used their body temporarily (and the alien has to specifically be the alien that possesses Green because whatever the fuck Oranges was on is stupid asf). When Lime gains consciousness from the alien possession, the first thing they see is Blues dead body laying infront of them, their face carved out in a heart shape, with them holding a bloody scalpel.

They're caught for the murder through the cam in Medbay with Purple watching the whole thing. Purple rushes to call an emergency meeting, with Lime breaking down in tears over Blues dead body. During the meeting, Lime tries to convince the crew that they were possessed by an alien and that they would never do this to Blue, but no one believes them, so they just accept defeat (or... plead insanity if you catch my drift bru).

Since this has to follow the plot line of the album, the vote was tied (Purple, Orange, Red, Green and Black voted to kick them off the ship while White, Lime, Cyan, Yellow and Brown voted to skip. I like the idea that Yellow, Brown and Cyan are closest to Lime other than Blue and they wouldn't have the heart to vote someone off the ship, okay? [White just doesnt gaf]) and they decide to lock Lime up where there are no vents.

Eventually, during Limes break time from out of the room and its buddy time to be with someone, they attempt to try and eject themselves out into space in a means to commit suicide. Since I like for people to decide how stuff goes, you can choose who Lime is with during this specific time in the buddy system and if they're able to succeed in the suicide or not :)

1. Slow down at emotionally important moments.

Big emotions need space to land. If a scene feels rushed, pause the plot briefly to show how the moment affects the character.

2. Add reactions, not explanations.

Instead of explaining what a character feels, show it through physical responses, hesitation, or small actions that reveal emotion naturally.

3. Ground every scene in the senses.

If a scene feels thin, add one or two sensory details—sound, texture, smell, or temperature—to make the moment feel lived-in.

4. Let thoughts interrupt action.

A line of internal thought can deepen a scene without slowing it too much. Thoughts show stakes, fear, longing, or conflict beneath the action.

5. Expand consequences, not events.

You don’t need more things to happen—you need to show what matters. Focus on how events change relationships, decisions, or self-perception.

6. Strengthen setting where emotion peaks.

The environment should echo or contrast the emotion of the scene. Setting is not decoration—it’s emotional reinforcement.

7. Add specific details instead of general ones.

Underwriting often relies on vague language. Swap “they argued” for one sharp line of dialogue or a specific breaking point.

8. Let dialogue breathe.

Short dialogue exchanges without pauses can feel flat. Add beats—silence, gestures, interruptions—to give the conversation weight.

9. Show transitions between scenes.

If scenes jump too quickly, readers feel disoriented. A brief transition helps establish time, mood, and emotional continuity.

10. Clarify stakes early in the scene.

If readers don’t know what can be lost, scenes feel empty. Make sure the character wants something specific and fears losing it.

11. Use the “what are they feeling right now?” check.

After each major beat, ask what emotion is dominant in that moment. If it’s missing on the page, the scene is likely underwritten.

12. Expand scenes that feel “too clean.”

(it's a prequel to a separate Pokémon story I'm writing)

Word count: 1,393

Warnings: metions of death? Or otherwise the world ending nobody has died yet

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This was it, the world was going to end. And it was all anyone could ever really talk about, news headlines weren’t shutting up about it, the internet was blowing up, and people all over the world lost their jobs. Companies went down and chaos befell the regions, all for what… sure nothing no longer mattered in the grand scheme of things but was it all really worth going crazy over? At least that’s what Ameila thought, her mind simply couldn’t grasp what was happening around her even if it slapped her in the face she had a dull outlook over everything. It was a sad way of thinking but it was her way of coping even if she couldn’t remember why.

Ameila stared off into the horizon; it wouldn't be long now.. A few days give or take? Maybe even less. The sun seemed to bid them farewell for today as the skies slowly changed from an orange and pink canvas to the sea of blue ink “Ames!” She perked up at that nickname. She turned around to see her friend. She didn’t smile but her face softened “Emilio, Hi.” she slid off the rock she was laying on as she waited for Emilio and his partner pokemon Delphox to slow their pace "Where ya been?” He asked panting with each word “What? I’ve been in my house and sometimes the pokemon center. We've definitely seen each other during this time?”

He gave her a weird look, his nose always wiggled when he did that “No? I've barely seen you all week!” he said with a dramatic wave

“Ah..”

“Whatever, I'm here now and I want to have a battle!” he smiled, Delphox perked up at that waving its stick with a fierce yip, Ameila tilted her head then shrugged “Alright…” with a fist pump her friend took his stance farther from her “I choose you!” he pointed, his partner pokemon obeyed jumping forward and blowing fire through its stick “Must you always be dramatic” Ameila said tediously, Emilio's response was flicking at his orange haired bangs with a shrug Ameila reached for her belt and tossed out a pokèball the spherical orb spinning in the air like a top “I choose you!” out from the ball came her partner pokemon a slowpoke who cooed slowly “Derpy! Hey!” Emilio waved enthusiastically.

Ameila’s brow twitched in confusion as she sighed not dwelling on it “Use hydro pump!” the doopey pokemon responded by getting on all fours and running, leaving a gust of wind behind it “Don’t let it catch you Cinder!” “Cinder? “use: shadow ball!” The fire fox pokemon dodged the first splash of water.

It reached for it's stick–it resmbled a bubble wand with a spin of the stick purple fire fromed around it, heading straight for Derpy “Dodge it Slowpoke!” slowpoke dropped flat down on its stomach as the fireballs flew past it and into the trees knocking down a few pecha berries “Don’t underestimate us, we’ve been training!” Emilio said with a smirk, Ameila stared off into the distance then shook her head “Ah, cool.”

“Don’t get distracted by our coolness Amy, use: flamethrower!”

Delphox roared as it took a deep breath and blew a wave of fire into its stick aiming straight for slowpoke “Use protect!” a green shield formed around slowpoke countering the move. Emilio blinked with surprise “Wow…” he muttered reaching for his notebook in his bag “I’ll account for that next tim-..” he paused putting his pencil to paper but not writing Ameila stood up straight her otherwise blank face softening “Emmy.. you okay?”

Emilio bit hard onto his lip, his cheeks warming up, waterworks began to pour down his face. Quickly Ameila, Cinder, and Slowpoke all moved towards the disheartened trainer making it in time to catch him in her arms he broke down from there, what felt and sounded like bottle up water finally shattering from the tiniest mineral of sand, Ameila held onto him afraid that if she let him go he might disappear… Why? She was confusing herself more than she needed too. With a shake of her head she leaned into him resting her head on the side of his “Are you okay?” She said noiselessly, almost afraid too. “Emillio?” his eyes staining red and his cheek burning and warm “I…” he started his words catching in his throat like a hookline. “I.. I don't want to die…”

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Ameila blinked back to the Pokèmon Center tired from the journey she just had, which almost involved falling off a cliff. The channel playing on the flatscreen hooked above them a Pokèmon sports channel.. Wrestling? Whenever she looked at the tv the picture would blur and the audio was no better, something familiar yet foreign. The sound of the center chimed its usual homey theme as the pink haired nurse and her Audino..? No it was a Chanesy, yeah that. The nurse smiled at Ameila placing a tray of colorfully arranged pokeballs “Your all set to-”

“We interrupt this program with unfortunate news..” a reporter with bob-like brown hair, pearl earrings and a green top stared into the camera, her face written with sorrow. She hesitated before speaking again “Pokèmon researchers Professor Oak, Elm, and Birch have just revealed that the alpha pokemon Arecus has sent them a message, a few months ago they decoded that message and it was revealed that the pokèmon in question planned to kill all human kind”

Everyone froze, Nurse joy’s eyes widened and went pinpricked, the reporter continued “All the professors from different regions are doing their best to negotiate or stop this plan from carrying out, this is what professor Oak had to say”

The camera cut to an interviewer with fluffy blue hair tied back into two ponytails, she wore a pink top and had orange pearl earrings. “I’m here now, Professor Oak, can you tell us more about this message?” Professor Oak, in his usually gruff looking appearance, placed his hands behind his back and closed his eyes. “We received this message about three months ago. I had been working on a pokemon translator in the lab, and that is how we were able to decode and receive the message, we are doing everything we can.” The interviewer nodded, “How come nothing has happened?”

“This is due to the Order pokemon Zygard had been keeping it at bay…” the professor opened his eyes, turning to the camera, his serious expression softening “But i’m afraid we haven’t received a word from Zygrade since.”

Silence..

The interviewer cleared her throat “That was all, thank you for talking to Pokemon news flash. Back to you”

It cut back to the news station, the reporter continued to talk Ameila grabbed her pokèballs from the tray attaching them back to her belt when she looked, Nurse Joy was utterly devastated she went from clasping her hands over her mouth to crying and hugging her Chanesy who didn’t seem to register what was happening, not even Ameila could. “Hey… please don’t cry, it'll be okay..” Ameila reached forward but her hand was smacked by a spikehaired trainer with brown hair. He spoke weirdly, “ARE YOU KIDDING???” He shouted “We’re all going to die and you're telling her to not panic!?”

“I said she shouldn’t cry” Ameila mumbled

“Are you even listening, what is wrong with you!?” the trainer continued to shout grabbing the girl by her collar Ameila reached for a pokèball at her belt

“Stop it both of you!” Nurse Joy yelled said trying to calm herself and failing, Ameila took a deep breath–she figured her lack of worry would be considered weird “She’s right, now's not the time to argue it won’t change things”

The trainer glared at Ameila before storming out leaving the pokemon center, soon more began to file out. Ameila waved goodbye to the nurse taking her leave as well..

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Ameila looked at Emilio then to Cinder, a spark flashing in her eye. Slowly she stood up and dusted herself and her sweater top off, Emilio looked up at her, the starlight dancing on his freckle-kissed face. Ameila turned back to the now risen moon, the clouds parting ways away from it “It’s settled then…” Emilio shared a look with his Delphox then raised a brow in confusion “I’m going to fight god.” said Ameila

Never use ai

That's for losers and posers

This could also be said for writing stories

okay, fair. but… what if someone does like your writing? even better, what if someone LOVES it? what if one person — just one person — finds your story and it makes their entire week? what if they love it so much it brings them to tears when they finish it? what if your writing becomes their safe space, a place they come back to when they’re feeling down? what if they love your writing so much they talk about it to their friends or get inspired to write their own story?

what if… your story makes someone feel seen, makes their life a little brighter?