User blog:Sunshineandravioli/Sunshine's Epically Amazing Awesomesauce Coolness 2000th Edit Blog! (Of Celebration Fun)


 * reappears after weeks of being mysteriously vanished* Hello, TDIFF wiki! Yes, I'm back. Again. XD

So... as some of you may have noticed, for the past few weeks I've had 1999 edits on this wiki. Well, long story short, I was informed by someone nice enough to point out simple facts to someone who's too easily distracted to notice them (you know who you are XD) that I was nearing my 2000th edit! So, I took a brief hiatus ('cause I was too tempted to edit otherwhise...) and worked on doing something special for the milestone edit!

My initial idea for edit 2000 was a story update, something I'm sure everyone would appreciate. So, I got to work on the fifth chapter of "Ex", in hopes that it would make a nice milestone edit! Well... obviously it wasn't to be. Not only did I get stuck about halfway through the chapter, but I also realized that for the first time ever in an "Ex" chapter, I wrote it in third person... v.v;;

Then, I got another nice idea- to spend a few days of pure focus and drive writing a new story in its entirity and posting it as edit 2000. For a while it was going well, and I thought I just might be able to manage it... then I got stuck halfway through the first part, and was hit with the realization that it would probably take me months to finish writing it. So... that went out the window.

And that's when I got the idea that, in all honesty, I probably should have went with in the first place- wouldn't it be a great 2000th edit if I put together a gallery of Sunshine artwork that I've never had the chance to show everyone?

And so, without further ado, I give you a gigantic selection (55 images!!!) of drawings I've done that none of you have ever gotten to see before now. Some of them are old, drawn when I first started getting into TDI, before I even joined the wiki. Some were done during my earlier wiki-days, reflecting the time we were all young and innocent and I couldn't draw. XD Some are some rather recent ones that I hadn't been able to upload since my scanner no longer works. But whatever the era, I hope you enjoy all the artwork I did leading up to edit 2000! Thanks for keeping me around long enough to make 2000 edits, guys! XD

The Gallery
And, to finish up this blog of waaay too many pictures, I give you the bestest picture of Sunshine and Ravioli that I seriously have ever done in my life. IT'S SO BEAUTIFUL. I CAN'T BELIEVE I ACTUALLY DREW IT. ♥

Big thanks and love and ravioli to any of you who actually bothered to scroll down this far. :D If you've made it here, then guess what? You get story previews!!! ^^

Extra Special Story Previews 'Cause I Know That's What You Really Care About
First a little preview of the still-not-finished Total Sonic Island chapter 5!

Total Sonic Island Chapter 5 Preview
The camera fades in to the exterior of the Chaos Emerald’s cabin, where a nervous-looking Amy paces as she apparently waits for someone to emerge. Shadow walks by and notices the jittery girl, approaching her with a confused expression. “You’re up early,” he comments.

“I know,” she admits, biting her lip as she glances at the cabin door. “I couldn’t sleep. I just have to see if he got voted off last night…”

“He?” Shadow repeats. After a moment, a look of realization comes over his face, and he moans, “oh, right… him.”

Just as if on cue, Sonic saunters out of the cabin, and Amy’s face lights up instantly. Before Sonic reacts, she tears up the cabin steps and tacklehugs him. “You didn’t get voted off!!!” She squeals as a shocked Sonic attempts to comprehend his fangirl’s excitement and pry her off of him at the same time. “Thank goodness!!!”

“Well, of course I didn’t get voted off,” Sonic chuckles, finally escaping Amy’s hold and walking off in the general direction of the communal washrooms. “After all, I’m Sonic!” With that, he zips off, leaving his obsessed fangirl gazing longingly after him, and his shadowy counterpart glaring at him.

“‘Oh, lookit me! I’m Sonic!’” Shadow mocks. “‘Everybody loves me ‘cause I run fast and smash robots, and I survived the elimination, in spite of epically losing the challenge for my team against a six-year-old girl, just because I’m awesome!’” Amy narrows her eyes at her teammate, then whips out her hammer and whacks him in the back of the head with it, causing the unsuspecting hedgehog to be knocked to the ground. Apparently satisfied, Amy grins and struts off towards the mess hall.

The camera then cuts to the dock, where Big is fishing while Cream sits nearby, playing with her chao, Cheese. “I can’t believe we finally won the challenge yesterday,” Cream admits.

“And it was thanks to you,” Big states, casting his line.

“Not really,” Cream insists, blushing. “I mean, everyone else did much better than I did. I just managed to get the last person out.” She smiles and continues, “I’m mostly just glad I got to prove myself to the rest of the team. Maybe now they’ll think I’m worth keeping.”

“But you were worth keeping before,” Big explains. “I bet all of them knew that, and that bat lady just wanted to scare you.” Cream beams at her friend, then returns to playing with her chao.

The scene now moves to the mess hall, where Blaze is picking at the strangely paste-like meal that has apparently been served for breakfast. Bunnie arrives with an identical meal and sits next to the cat girl. “Hey, hon,” she grins. “What happened to yer psychic friend? Usually he follows you like a lost puppy.”

“Last I saw, he was still asleep,” Blaze explains. “Usually, I’d wake him up, but I decided to be nice to him today.” After a moment, she quietly adds, “plus, he’s cute when he’s asleep.”

“That right?” Bunnie chuckles. “And here I thought y’all were just friends.”

Blaze blushes slightly, her eyes widening. “W-we are,” she stammers. “I mean, I like him and all, but in a friendship kind of way. So what if I think he’s cute? And brave… and funny… and…” Realizing that she’s said too much, she trails off. “Sounds to me that ya don’t wanna stay just friends,” Bunnie comments, grinning at her teammate.

Blaze is quiet for a moment. “I don’t think he’s ready for a relationship,” she finally admits. “So until he is, I’ll probably just keep quiet.”

Suddenly, Silver bursts through the door of the mess hall, screaming, “SPIDERS!!! SPIDERS IN MY HAIR!!!” He tears by Blaze and Bunnie, only to crash into some off-screen object as the two girls cringe.

“Actually,” Blaze mutters to herself, rolling her eyes, “I might just keep quiet for longer than that…”

I'll also let you see a bit of what I actually wrote for my attempt at Ex chapter 5!

Ex Chapter Five Preview
Even back when he himself was young (younger, he mentally corrected himself; when I was younger!), Chris had never been one to have a good relationship with kids. That’s why he had no qualms about signing on to torture them weeks on end on national television when the TDI contract had found its way to his desk. Treating kids nicely might’ve been a problem, but causing them grief, pain, and humiliation was another story entirely, especially when it got him work other than background roles in horrendous quality, made-for-TV movies.

So he had no idea why it was him taking care of his niece while her mom was off halfway around the world, more or less just brown-nosing in one of her workplace’s worldwide headquarters.

He felt no pity as his niece, bearing the dark hair and eyes characteristic of the McClean family, stumbled out of his factory-fresh sports car and towards the local high school. He felt even less remorse as he ignored her wave goodbye and sped off back to his lavish abode, which he affectionately referred to as “McClean Manor”. Where had she gotten that sickeningly sweet, wallflower, kind-to-all-living-things personality, anyways? Certainly not from her mother, and from the few times Chris had met her father (once at the wedding and once at a McClean family reunion he’d regretted going to), not from him either, as he was far more outgoing than his child.

Shuddering slightly at the thought of his family, Chris couldn’t help but wonder what on earth Christin’s father had seen in his sister. Crystal had always been the pride of the McClean family, a straight-A student in her schoolgirl days, participating in all the extra-curricular activities that would make any parent proud- she was student council president, captain of the cheerleading squad, head of the debate team, and winner of any contest their school could think up. She’d married a nice, gentlemanly boy at a reasonable age and had a sweet-faced child that she raised absolutely perfectly, all while climbing up the corporate ladder. The one thing she’d done with her life that her family considered even remotely imperfect was divorcing her husband back when Christin was young, but even then they’d taken her side, figured that he must’ve done something wrong if she split with him. Probably all he did was speak out against the by-the-book, obsessive-compulsive perfectionistic way she ran their lives, Chris scoffed, knowing it would absolutely be in his older sister’s personality to go as far as divorce simply in response to such a comment.

Unlike the rest of his family, he’d seen Crystal’s true colors. She was ruthless in her desire to be the best at anything and everything, and was more than willing to disregard anything that made her seem less than perfect. In fact, she reminded him of Courtney in many ways- hence his absolute delight in torturing Miss CIT at every moment possible during TDI. Still, Courtney was redeemable, as her loosening up with Duncan proved beyond a doubt. His sister wasn’t. Never in all the years he’d known her had he even seen her even remotely close to cutting loose for once.

He particularly felt the sting of her perfectionistic nature since, in her and the rest of the McClean family’s opinions, he himself was one of those things that she disregarded in order to avoid tainting her image. He recalled looking his sister up online one day out of boredom and curiosity, only to find that her extensive online profile, complete with a list of many of her relatives, claimed she was an only child. Not that he was much better; he avoided talking about his family at all costs, and rarely contacted them. Even so, they had more or less requested this, not wanting to be connected with the “failure” of the family. All his life he’d been frowned upon, especially in comparison to Crystal, what with she starting a family and rising in a cushy business career at the same time he was struggling with the start of his less-than-successful acting career. Back when he’d still been foolish enough to keep a few ties with his family, all he’d heard was, “When are you going to settle down like your sister?” “Why don’t you get a real job, like Crystal did?” “Why do you have to be so stubborn? You ought to be more like Crystal.”

Crystal this, Crystal that, Crystal Crystal Crystal. He’d finally gotten sick of it. The McClean family reunion eight years ago had been the last contact he’d had with them until now.

''Finally, a little sneak peek at the new mystery story I was working, which I still plan to finish and post at some point. It's actually a parody of a famous play with TDI characters in the roles. *wonders if anyone will figure out what the play is, or more importantly, care XD*''

Mystery Story Preview
Trent gave a sigh of disappointment, shifting away from his future bride, and gestured for one of his attendants to let the guest enter. The nondescript servant did so, only to scream in terror as he opened the door and flee the area. As the burly figure marched into the room, even the duke couldn’t help but cringe backwards in fear, though his shoulders relaxed after a moment as he recognized his visitor.

“Oh, it’s just you, Eva,” he laughed apologetically, hoping to dissuade the steely glare that seemed to be permanently fixed on the woman’s face. She merely gave a grunt in response, either unimpressed by the Duke’s attempts to lighten the mood or irritated by his fiancé’s wide-eyed look of terror. With that, she continued her march into the room, followed by three younger, less terrifying figures. Following right behind Eva was a young woman with long blonde locks of hair and big blue eyes, looking just the slightest bit nervous. Trotting in after that was a short young man with teal eyes and a missing front tooth, looking surprisingly confident. Bringing up the rear was another young man, taller than the one before him with brown eyes and hair, who also looked rather confident until he tripped over his own two feet and barely avoided knocking over a priceless-looking decoration.

“Pardon me for barging in, your grace,” Eva forced out, a slight acidy undertone to her voice, though she put in an effort to keep it hidden.

“Not a problem,” Duke Trent assured her, placing an arm around Gwen’s shoulders and giving her a quick, gentle shake in an attempt to snap her out of her apparent state of shock. “You seem to be… er, somewhat more irritated than usual today, Eva. May I ask what’s wrong?”

“I’m afraid, noble duke,” she began, an almost sarcastic tone leaking out on the words ‘noble duke’, “that I’ve come here today with complaint against my daughter, Lindsia.” The sound of her name caused the blonde, unusually attractive considering who her mother was, to perk up and give the duke a cheerful wave.

Raising an eyebrow at the girl’s unusual perkiness, Trent commented, “Ah, yes… I remember her. The girl who always referred to me as Duke Todd?” Eva nodded, whilst Lindsia donned a confused expression and tilted her head to one side, as if she were only realizing now that the duke’s name was not, in fact, Todd. “What exactly is the problem?”

Eva turned to face the small group behind her and gestured for the two boys to step forward, which they did without complaint. “You see, my lord,” Eva explained, gesturing to the shorter of the two young men, “I have given Codytrius here my consent to marry Lindsia.” Codytrius responded with a nod and thumbs up as he gave Lindsia a flirtatious glance, who in turn raised an eyebrow and shied away from him.

“Meanwhile,” Eva continued, glaring at the other boy, “this guy, Tyler, has been showing up at my place all the time flirting with my daughter! Even after I kicked him out and told him I’d rip his head off if he ever came back, he’s been sending her all sorts of cheap, corny gifts and mushy love poems and stuff! Plus, he shows up at night and attempts to serenade her, and I say ‘attempt’ because he actually really sucks…” Lindsia reluctantly nodded in agreement, and Tyler gave her an apologetic grin. “Then,” Eva snapped, throwing Tyler death glare after death glare, “he tries to climb up to her window to visit her, only to fall and spend the rest of the night writhing in pain on the front lawn! I’m pretty sure it’s making the neighbors start to avoid our house…”

“Actually, that might be because of your mole,” Gwen interrupted, gesturing to the mark in question on the left side of the woman’s face. “Or maybe your unibrow. Or your personality.” Eva threw the future duchess a glare in response, to which she shrugged and commented, “I’m just saying…”

“Anyway…” Eva growled, forcing her gaze back to the duke. “Now, Lindsia’s saying she won’t agree to marry Codytrius, and she wants to marry this klutz instead!”

“I have mad sports skills!” Tyler protested, though his cry went unheard.

“I… see why you’re upset, Eva,” Trent admitted, seemingly more because he feared the wrath of the iron woman than because he agreed with her. “But I don’t see what you want me to do about it.”

“What I want you to do,” Eva explained in a low, serious tone, “is to allow me to use the ancient law of Athens against Lindsia: because she’s my daughter, she has to marry the man of my choosing, or die for her disobedience.”

“We have a law like that?” Gwen whispered to her fiancé.

“Way back when, yeah, but I thought we’d annulled it…” Trent muttered back.

''I hope you guys enjoyed the art and story previews! You guys are awesome; thanks for being so incredibly amazing that I stayed here long enough to reach 2000 edits! Peace out!!! XD''

~Love and Ravioli, Sunshine ♥