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[meteooru]

kyle and stan sticker sheets (had a lot of fun making these !!)

[livemedown]

[Spoiler discussion]

Made this image mostly as a joke but can anyone actually give a solid reason why he didn't just teleport himself and MePhone4 away? I love S2E18 and MePad's sacrifice was 100% in character and was fitting for his arc, but the way it was done felt a bit lazy, I have to admit.

No excuses or reasons are given for him not just teleporting away, it's just not addressed. Maybe Cobs has a device that deactivates Meeple abilities? Maybe MePad feels the need to stay put to keep Cobs' attention away from the Shimmers? But then, why not communicate any of this within the episode? MePad's greatest ability is teleportation, and you can say he even teleported in front of MePhone4 to save him, but then, why not just teleport out of there? Why stay around the guy with murderous intent and a guy who's currently holding a bunch of lives and could easily lose this fight?

I would actually like to ask Brian or Adam about it but I also don't want to sound rude. I love the final episode, it's beautiful, and you could argue I'm nitpicking. I just feel that if they were going to do the "great sacrifice for MePhone4" trope again (which again is fitting), they'd want to make sure it was warranted.

[stormbreaker-290]

HRGRGRGRHRHRHR I am going to RIP APART MY COUCH CUSHIONS my throat has been SO ANNOYINGLY SORE since I WOKE UP I'm LOSING IT RAHHHHHHH

[miraclemaya]

send me maya asks

[doberrrman]

really exited for the new Molchat Doma album, Сон is rly rly good and has insane rain world vibes and while Ты Же Не Знаешь Кто Я is different from their usual stuff, I think it's cool to see them try something different with their music and it's pretty sick too.

they're also on tour in Germany this year and maybeeee I'll go see them live. idk scared tho, I've never been to a concert before...

[sparkel-dog]

Splatoon fans dont get mad at me: but its Fucking Stupid to be like “im specifically gonna be on this characters team during splatfest” instead of picking based on what the splatfest teams are. like “oh im going to be on team frye/shiver/big man” even if their option is not the option you would have picked.

maybe im being mean especially since im not too too big into splatoon: but like…. idek why you would pay that much attention to a character. I get they might be ur blorbo but it really isnt that big a deal if the specific Character wins, its about the specific teams for each theme. Like: its not “shiver vs frye vs big man”, it was “sugar vs spice vs sour” or whatever theme it was. the other characters will all win eventually. idk it feels like its breaking the spirit of a splatfest :(

[microwavetoaster-selfships]

Okay. Sharing my stupid silly thoughts thst I talked about last night because i finally got the energy to doodle them and I've been giggling over the idea again. Just. Be warned. It's really stupid. And half the reason that it is humoring me so badly is because it is such an absurd idea. I don't even. Care if it's accurate at this point it's just. Fung.ny. c.cringe is dead I can embarass myself on my own blog forgive me everyone but also I think you maybe know what to anticipate . You've been here long enoug.gh.

"Absurdly big bed." Has been a thought that's just been cracking me up really badly as of late and I don't knownwhy. Maybe because it is such an un-necessity. No one need a bed THAT big. No one needs a bed that is bigger than my room.where you have to crawl like fifty feet just to be at the centre of it. I just.

But like. Bigger.

But also the thought that ended up proceeding this was "what if Absurdly big bed but also blanket hog. Like can you imagine having it all to yourself but also like.

You don't. YOU DONT NEED TO DO THAT IT'S NOT GOING ANYWHERE!!!!!! It's all yours you're fine. But also a more dramatic depiction than this. Blanket is kept to just the center 1/3 of the bed the rest is just empty. Small blanket mound in the center.

And on top of everything. One of the things in general has just been like. Okay sure, specifically placed pillows to lie on because lying down and not smooshing the brim of the hat(??) Is probably tricky but also also kind of limited to not laying on your side because of your stupid mustache because what if you judt wake up all wkdfuuw8fu2ud8gjefhufhwvt

But I guess that's also why there is. Comb. For said mustache.

Hitting him with Mallet but it is rubber and squeaky and soft and the hammer falls off of the stick in tbe middle of the up-swing. Okay I'm done stalling I'm hit post button. I can blame my incoherencey and wackiness on the time of the hour and when I wake up tomorrow pretend like I didn't post this.

[merioux]

yay

[fawnme1]

THE ART OF HIDING (AND MAYBE FLIRTING) || HARRY LEWIS

“Alright, boys—and Y/N—welcome to another Sidemen Hide and Seek!”

Ethan’s voice echoed through the grand, empty abandoned mansion you were about to hide in. The camera panned over the group: Simon, JJ, Tobi, Ethan, Vik, Harry, Josh, and you.

“JJ, you’re seeking first,” Josh announced, already stepping back like he was ready to bolt.

JJ groaned dramatically. “Why is it always me?!”

“Because you’re shit at hiding,” Simon smirked.

You nudged JJ. “At least it means you don’t have to spend half the game folded inside a cupboard.”

“Yeah, but it also means I gotta chase you lot around like some idiot.”

“Exactly.”

Ethan clapped his hands. “Right, JJ’s counting to 100, the rest of us—RUN.”

And just like that, chaos ensued.

Your sprinted through the dusty hallways, heart pounding, looking for the perfect hiding spot.

Vik darted in the opposite direction, muttering, “I swear to god, if JJ finds me first again—“

Simon almost tripped over his own feet. “Why is this place actually creepy?”

“Because it’s abandoned, mate.”

“I feel like I’m in a horror movie.”

“Good. JJ can be the monster.”

Simon didn’t like that. At all.

Meanwhile, Harry grabbed your wrist and yanked you behind a curtain.

You nearly yelped. “Harry, what the hell?”

“Trust me,” he whispered, eyes glinting with mischief. “This in an elite spot.”

You pressed against the wall, bodies inches apart, listening as the distant countdown hit 100.

“READY OR NOT—I’M COMING, YOU LITTLE RATS!”

Your breath hitched. The game had begun.

JJ stormed through the mansion, shouting, “I CAN SMELL YOU LOT.”

From somewhere in the house, Ethan’s voice rang out. “Bro, that’s weird.”

JJ didn’t care. He was on a mission.

Vik was found first, curled up inside an empty fireplace.

“Are you DUMB?!” JJ cackled.

“I panicked, man.”

Meanwhile, inside the curtain, you and Harry held your breath.

Harry grinned. “Told you this was a good spot.”

You rolled your eyes. “We’ll see.”

Just then—Simon screamed from another room.

You stifled a laugh. “I think he got caught.”

Harry smirked. “That means less competition.:

You titled your head. “Oh, so this a competition now?”

Harry leaned in slightly, voice dropping. “It’s always a competition.”

You swallowed. Maybe it was the closeness, or maybe it was the adrenaline—either way, your heart was pounding.

“Alright, bet,” you whispered. “Loser busy Nando’s.”

Harry grinned. “Deal.”

A few minutes passed. More shouting. More people getting caught.

Then—footsteps.

Your stomach dropped.

Harry tensed beside you. “Shit.”

JJ’s voice rang out: “I KNOW SOMEONE’S HERE.”

Your mind raced. If you both stayed, he’d catch you both.

You had two options:

1. Stay and risk it.

2. Be a terrible person.

…You chose the latter.

Before Harry could react, you shoved him forward.

“Oi, WHAT—?!

JJ immediately spotted him.

“HARRY, YOU LITTLE—“

Harry turned to glare at you, betrayal in his eyes. “YOU ABSOLUTE SNAKE.”

You ran for your life.

Harry? Tagged.

JJ? Now chasing you.

Your lungs burned as you bolted down a hallway, cursing every decision you’d ever made.

“You’re DONE, Y/N,” JJ shouted.

You darted into a random cupboard, slamming the door shut.

Silence.

You heart pounded. Did it work?

JJ’s footsteps got closer.

You squeezes your eyes shut.

And then—he walked past.

You exhaled. Safe.

For now.

Eventually, the game ended. You were one of the last ones found, meaning you won the bet.

Harry, however, was still salty.

“You actually betrayed me,” he said, shaking his head.

You grinned. “And I got free Nando’s out of it.”

Harry squinted. “I’ll remember this, Y/N.”

“Good. Maybe next time, you’ll pick a better hiding spot.”

He scoffed, but there was amusement in his eyes. “Next time, I’m betraying you first.”

You smirked. “Looking forward to it.”

Maybe Hide and Seek wasn’t just about winning—maybe, just mybe, it was about something else, too.

[inside-lees-mind]

Hii!! I love your writing and was wondering if you could write something w the k13 + ss and whether or not they would catch you if you fell. Mybe also if you jumped into their arms, like that one trend a while back (like if they were holding something but you jump at them, what would they do)/and maybe how they are with trust falls!

Would they catch you if you fell?

This’ll be short and sweet

Naruto Uzumaki

He would catch you if you jumped, but he doesn’t even realize he did.

Then he’s confused because… what just happened?

He slowly puts you down

He’d always catch people in a trust fall too, but he can’t bring himself to fall back when doing a trust fall.

He wants to trust, but he can’t.

Sasuke Uchiha

Depends…

He might step out of the way if he’s not in a good mood or didn’t even process what you were doing.

If he likes you, he’ll likely catch you. Then complain.

Doesn’t trust anybody for a trust fall, but he’ll catch you if you do a trust fall.

Sakura Haruno

Catches you with full intention to do so.

She’ll hold you for a second cuz she’s strong and you don’t bother her.

When she does put you do, she asks what you did that for.

She’ll trust you for a trust fall. She doesn’t trust just anybody, so that’s a compliment.

And of course, she’ll catch you.

Sai

Catches you.

Tells you he read about something like this.

Tells you what it means.

If that’s not what you mean, or if it’s outlandish, you choose rather you slap him or explain to him how that’s not okay. Then probably slap him for his response (I don’t agree with slapping ppl, but canon typical violence guys)

He’ll catch you if you do a trust fall. Thinks it’s good for bonding so he’ll fall too!

Shikamaru Nara

Catches you, but is shocked and like “what??”

Puts you down like immediately.

Somewhere in there, he said “what a drag.”

He’s not doing a trust fall, he doesn’t care.

But if you screamed, “trust fall” and just fell back, he’ll catch you.

Choji Akimichi

Catches you without question. He didn’t fully realize what was going on, but he would do it over and purposely catch you too.

He will carry you around if you want afterwards.

Always catches you in a trust fall.

He trusts you and Shikamaru to catch him in a trust fall, but Shikamaru always loudly complains about it so more so you.

Ino Yamanaka

She catches you, but probably scolds you for just jumping on her.

Like give her some warning??

Especially if she had anything in her hands.

She can’t bring herself to fall back in a trust fall, even if she trusts the person. She’ll shout about not wanting to do it, but eventually she’ll do it to prove herself.

She always catches you, but some people will get dropped if they try.

Kiba Inuzuka

He probably does the same thing to you.

Like “CATCH ME” and a man that is way too big and buff is flying through the air, right at you.

So yeah he’d always catch you, but it comes with a cocky comment about how much you wanna be in his arms. Beware.

Randomly springs trust falls on everybody and gets pissed if they let him fall.

He will catch you.

Shino Aburame

He’ll catch you… but he’s so confused.

Don’t do that again…

He’s a little scared?

Might think something is wrong, but he kinda finds it cute when he finds out there is no real reason for it. Like you jumped in HIS arms? 🥹

He’s not up for the trust fall shit, but he’ll catch you if you do it anyways.

Hinata Hyuga

Catches you, but she is nervous and startled.

She probably says something heroic sounding like “I will never drop you.”

She’s sad when you get down out of her arms.

She’ll trust you in a trust fall and catch you too.

Neji Hyuga

Probably steps back and then gets just a little upset that he didn’t catch you, especially if you get hurt.

That or you knock you both down to the ground.

He’ll tell you that you shouldn’t have done that, but he’s sorry.

Same goes for trust falls.

He’s not doing them though, not unless you annoy him half to death to do it.

Rock Lee

He catches you enthusiastically, probably hugs you tightly too.

Now he’s got an idea, and next time, when you least expect it, he’s gonna do the same thing. He ends up knocking you both to the ground because at the speed he jumped, even if you catch him, you’re both going down…

Another type to scream “TRUST FALL!” And fall, and expect you to catch him. He will get up like nothing and say “let’s try again!” If you don’t catch him

He’ll always catch you though.

Tenten

Catches you and wraps her arms around you as she processes what you did.

She’s startled and maybe even a little alert, but when she pieces it together and realizes it’s you, she slowly puts you down.

She’s willing to do trust falls. She’ll catch you if you catch her. But if you prank her, she will give you that energy back.

Gaara of the Sand

He got startled and the sand blocked you…

He apologizes and probably lightly warns or scolds you about not jumping at him suddenly.

Tells you that you can try again.

He won’t do trust falls, but he’ll catch you with his sand if you do one.

Kankuro of the Sand

He let you fall.

Thought it’d be funny at first, but he’d feel like a total dickhead if you get hurt.

He won’t apologize though, but it’ll be obvious he regrets his decision.

Probably still tells you not to do sudden things like that, or more so, stop putting yourself in danger.

He’s not doing trust falls. If it’s the first time you attempt to jump or fall, again, he’s letting you fall.

Temari of the Sand

She’ll catch you, but immediately puts you down.

Tells you not to jump so suddenly.

Won’t do trust falls, even if she trusts you. Thinks it’s stupid and definitely not happening.

She’ll catch you though, then scold you for doing it.

[naomi-nana]

✎ᝰ. childish feelings . have the real me! series

in which a certain someone from ignihyde made a game called twisted wonderland with them in it, and you ended up ignoring the real them over their game self. how would they react?

featuring : riddle rosehearts (cameo appearance: trey, ace, cater)

cw : gn!reader, fluff fluff fluff, nothing aside from grammar errors cuz english isn't my first language!!🙏😔 mybe ooc

a/n : YAAAYY ANOTHER ONEEE, this is some type of series, so i write for other characters too in this prompt:3

lately, you've been holed up in your room playing your phone while giggling to yourself. he's happy that you're happy, of course. but he can't help feeling concerned and thought that maybe you went crazy after not being able to find a way home. so, he decided to check on you.

he approached your room slowly, knocking on the door three times. "name." he called out to you softly. you perked up right after you heard his voice and quickly stood up from your bed to open the door. "riddle! hello, what brings you here?" you greeted him with a smile. he smiles, too, before noticing the phone in your hand.

"you've been playing with your device quite a lot lately. are you not worried that it might disturb your studies and sleep?" he asked, trying to sound polite while subtly scolding you. you glanced to the game on your phone and grinned. "oh, this? well, not really. i've just been really interested in this new game the ignihyde dorm made!"

ignihyde? he raised an eyebrow at that. "a new game? now that you mention it, i've certainly heard all about this game from ace and deuce." he put his fingers on his chin, humming to himself. "though i never really knew what the game is about. could you show me?"

you beamed at his question before shoving the screen of your phone in his face. and on the screen was ...

him?

"... what is this." he furrowed his brows, carefully taking your phone from your hand. it's him, standing in the game with a text bubble in front of him. "how have i never heard of this? well, i have ... but i mean, i didn't know there was me in this game. you said that someone from ignihyde made this?" he asked while pressing on every button in the game.

"uh, well, yes!" at your answer, he can't help but think about a certain flame haired upperclassman that would do something like this. that guy ... it'll be off with his head the next time i see him! you noticed that he's gripping your phone a little too tight. afraid of it being crushed in his hands, you gently tap on his shoulder.

"soo, are you curious about the game? i can tell you about it!"

"... ah. there is no need. judging from the characters, i can vaguely guess what the game is about." he replied, looking at all your cards. it seems like you have a lot of these of him. "well, i've finished asking the questions. you may continue playing this game. but, you mustn't forget your studies, got it?" he handed you the phone back before he bid goodbye to you.

"yes, housewarden!"

so it has been a day since that, and you're still playing the game. he didn't mind, though. what he finds annoying is how ace and cater kept showing him his 'angry face' in the game and laughing about it.

he is reasonably terrified at how accurate the personality, biodata, and his voice are in the game without anyone ever asking him about it. but the developer is ignihyde ... (idia), so he guessed it's not at all impossible for that guy to do it.

you also kept squealing at the game version of him when the two of you sat near each other, which irks him because he's literally right there.

so he decided to talk to trey about it. trey finds it amusing at first and lets out a chuckle, but when he sees how serious riddle is, he stops and actually gives him advice, lol.

the first being, "talk to name about it ... hmm, well, that's true. i should talk to them about it." and so he began his 10-minute journey to ramshackle dorm. when he arrives, his resolve is immediately destroyed by the feeling of embarrassment. he feels childish for feeling this way, so he goes back to heartslabyul with a dejected look on his face.

the next person he went to for advice is google. well, that's not someone, but still. he searched, "how do i tell my partner that i feel irked and maybe a little sad because they played a game with me in it and rarely pay attention to me now?" of course, there's no actual results since who the hell experienced that ever?

so he sighed, putting his device aside and looking up into the ceiling, thinking of what else to do. maybe if he asks azul for help—ah, no. what is he thinking? this whole thing is starting to get on his brain, and it's not even anything serious.

that's when he got a notification in his phone. it's a message from you, and it says something about you going to come over to heartslabyul with strawberry tarts in hand and an apology because apparently, his best friend for life, has told you about the whole thing.

he feels blood rushing to his head, both from embarrassment and anger. oh well, at least he doesn't really have to do anything for you to come talk to him. he's happy enough about that.

he can just talk to trey later.

naomi-nana. do NOT repost, do not use(with or without permission), do not recommend or talk about my works outside of tumblr.

[pupdoc0916]

Communication

“Where is that boy?”

Maddie crossed her arms, eyes narrowed as she stared at the dinner table, everyone gathered  and ready to eat except for one missing echidna.

Tails side eyed the empty seat and let a nervous giggle escape his lips.  “Umm, I mean…he always comes back eventually, right?”

Sonic snickered.  “Probably off being ‘one with the earth’ or something.  Or maybe punching some innocent boulders.”

Tom gave the hedgehog a glance, trying to hide his amusement without catching the brunt of Maddie’s frustration.  “Hon, this is not the first, or the last time Knuckles will miss dinner.  Sit down and eat while the food is still warm.”

“But I told him I wanted him to come home for dinner.”  She pushed her lips together, eyes softening slightly.  “I want the family together.  And I worry when he doesn’t check in.”

“You worry about the chaos infused echidna that can punch through boulders and pick up trucks with one hand?” Sonic scoffed.

“Yes!” Maddie answered, trying to stay stern, but a hint of humor finally entering her tone at the absurdness of the admission.  “He’s my son…it’s my job to worry…even if I probably don’t have to!”

"To be honest, he probably just loses track of time.” Tom supplied.

Tails laughed softly as he absent mindedly twirled his spaghetti.  “No he doesn’t…he tracks the sun and moon so precisely that he doesn’t even need a watch!”

Tom gave him a look.

“I…I mean…yeah!  Just lost track of time!” Tails concluded with wide, uncomfortable smile.

“Sit, honey.”  Tom kicked out her chair slightly with his foot, giving her a soft smile.  “We’ll just heat up his food when he gets home and you can have another talk about coming home on time that will likely go through one dread and out the other.”

Maddie sighed and her arms loosened across her chest.  She gave another, softer glance at the empty seat, then sat down.  She gave each of her boys (the ones that bothered to show up) a smile.

“Alright…lets dig in.”

“Finally!” Sonic moaned, immediately digging his fork into the heaping mound of pasta.  He shoveled a large portion into his mouth and turned to his brother.  “Yo no…mybee wcan putta traker on hm or somthin.”

Tails eyes brightened at the thought.  

“Sonic, don’t talk with your mouth full…”

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“So, you know…I was mostly kidding about the tracker thing…” Sonic sat in one of the chairs set up in the garage, his legs swinging gently as he watched his little brother.

The two boys found themselves in the garage the next morning.  The space had been renovated to act as Tails’ work space after many evenings and complaints that the kit was working late into the night.  Separation of work and bed was attempted.  And it did help…most of the time.

Tails looked up and lifted the protective shield from over his eyes, letting it rest on his forehead.  He placed the soldering tool on the work bench and turned toward Sonic.

“I’m not going to place a tracker.” He huffed, fighting a small upward twitch of the mouth.  “But I had thought about it.  He wouldn’t even notice it in his shoe or something.”

“OK…agreed…but even the red hulk deserves his privacy.” Sonic shrugged then shot a lopsided grin the foxes way.

“It’s a communication device.” Tails corrected.  “Not a tracker.  Although I did place a tracker that can be activated in case of emergency.”

Sonic rolled his eyes with mirth.  “So how will this be different from the countless cell phones Knux has pulverized with his grip.”

“Well…Instead of holding it, he’s going to wear it!” Tails exclaimed.  “Like a watch…but, you know, not as fragile.”

“Apple watch?” Sonic asked, lifting his eyes.

“Again, too fragile.” Tails answered.  “Besides, we don’t need anything that fancy.  Just something we can contact Knuckles with, you know, to keep Maddie from worrying.”

“So she can yell at him from a distance.  She’ll love that.  Maybe this should be a gift for her instead.” Sonic snickered.  He jumped off the table and peered out of the garage window, squinting his eyes against the sun.  His eyes caught the echidna of interest sitting out in the late morning sun, rolling his neck and stretching his shoulders.  Glints of green danced off his face as the sun’s rays reflected from the master emerald at his side.

Sonic moved away from the window and back to his brother, looking over his shoulder at the progress made.

“How did you even find the parts for this?”

“You know, just here and there…” Tails answered noncommittally.  

“Uh huh.” Sonic answered skeptically as he wandered back to his chair, finger tips dancing and vibrating over his lap. “So we’ll find out when the toaster doesn’t work?”

Tails glared.

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“I do not understand.”  the echidna rumbled, eyeing the small device with suspicion.

“Well…” Tails started, almost sheepishly.  “We made you a communication device.  You wear it on your wrist when you spend the day out.  This way Maddie can get ahold of you if she gets worried.”

“Why would she worry?” he asked, his brow furrowed.  “I am able to take care of my self.”

“Yeah, we know, bud.” Sonic answered with a nudge to the shoulder.  “But Maddie is going to worry about you whether you like it or not.  So why don’t you make our….I mean…her life less stressful and learn how to use this thing.”

Knuckles stared at the device, then stared back at the small fox in front of him, letting a small breath of air pass his lips.  “Alright.  If it will allow our matriarch to feel less anxiety about my well being, then I suppose I can try.”

“Great!” Tails exclaimed.  “Ok…so…” the little fox made his way over to Knuckle’s side, tails wagging in excitement.  “I’ll just put this on your wrist…like…” the little fox wrapped the band around a tense red wrist, “this..”  The fox fastened the clamp.  “See?  Now you don’t have to worry about carrying it.”

Knuckles eyed the device with narrowed eyes.  “It is tight.”

“It’s supposed to be a little tight…” Tails explained.  “So it doesn’t fall off!”

The echidna did not look impressed, but allowed the device to stay on and glanced back up at his youngest brother.  Sonic was actually impressed that they had made it this far.

“Now what?”  

“Well…when one of us wants to get a hold of you…” Tails pointed at Sonic.  Oh, that was his cue to get his phone.  He held up the device with one hand, using the other to wave over it, palm up, with a flourish to bring attention to his phone.  Knuckles looked at the phone, tightened his lips, then glanced back at the fox.

“Sonic, go ahead…” Tails urged.  Sonic gave a sheepish grin, then lowered the phone and looked up the new contact that Tails had entered.  He clicked over “Knucklehead” and the phone screen changed to indicate a call was being made.  Sonic held the phone back up so Knuckles could see.  Knuckles lifted an eyebrow, then physically started when the device on his wrist began to chime and vibrate.

“What is this?” the echidna asked with suspicion.  

“Press this button.” Tails instructed, pointing at the small green button to the far right.  

Knuckles looked at his glove, then looked at the device.   Tails’ expression turned to worry.  It seemed he hadn’t taken the size of his eldest brother’s hands into full consideration.  Knuckles cocked his head as he considered.  Then he pushed his nose into the green button.

Sonic couldn’t help the small bark of laughter which earned him a glare from the others.  

“Nothing is happening.” the echidna complained.

Oh, missed the cue again.  Sonic pushed his mirth back down and zipped away into the woods until he was out of sight.

“Knux…hey dude, whazzup?” he spoke into the phone with a high pitched flourish.

“Sonic?” the deep voice crackled through the phone speaker.  “Where did you go?”

“I’m in the device…” he answered.  “I got sucked in!  HELP!”

He heard a sucked in breath and suddenly his little brother’s voice in the background trying to convince Knuckles not to break the thing apart.

“But he said he is trapped!” the echidna argued through the speaker.

“Sonic, stop it!” the higher voice of the fox scolded.  Sonic sucked in another bark of laughter.

“Ok, Ok.  Knux?  Bud, I’m fine…I just ran to show we could talk from far away.  So, see?  We’re talking!  Wazzup?” he asked again.

“You know ‘what’s up’” the echidna answered without humor.  “We are trying this…device.”

Sonic rolled his eyes.  He heard Tails once again trying to explain how the device was to be used and hid a snicker behind his hand.  Tails was so much more patient.  Sonic, well…he was enjoying this a little too much.

“Sonic, come back now!” Tails instructed, and with a whoosh of air Sonic was back at his brothers sides.

“So, get it?” Tails asked hopefully.  “Cool, huh?  So when Maddie, or me, or Sonic wants to contact you when you’re…doing what you like to do…we can!”

“I see.” Knuckles answered, once again eyeing the device.  “I suppose I can see its use.”

“And if you need to get ahold of us, you just press these color coded buttons!  Blue is Sonic, yellow is me, pink is Maddie, and brown is Tom!”  Tails was once again excitedly swishing his namesakes back and forth as he explained his device.  Even Knuckles was pulled into his enthusiasm and let a small smile form.

“With my nose?”

“Uhhh, well, sure until I figure out something else…” Tails laughed.  “Wanna try?”

Sonic once again zipped away, his phone over his head.  He leaned himself into a tree and waited for the call.  A few seconds later his phone began to ring.  He stared the phone with an impish grin, giving it at least 4 rings.

“Hello?” he asked formally, once again burying a snicker.  “May I ask who is calling at this hour?”

“Sonic?” the echidna’s voice once again crackled over the speaker.  “You know who I am!”

“Do I?  Maybe it’s another deep voiced red alien echidna.  Once can never be to careful these days…”

“Hedgehog…” 

Sonic recognized the subtle growl in the response, let out one more small chuckle, then zipped himself back to his bothers.

“Well hello Knuckles!  Guess it was you!”

“Sonic…” Tails huffed, but even he couldn’t erase the grin.  He turned back to Knuckles.  “Understand how it works?”

The echidna once again eyed the device attached to his wrist.  

“I believe so.  But, what next?”

“What next?” Sonic asked.  “You wait for a real call!”

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Maddie looked at her watch again and huffed in annoyance.  “I told him when to be back today.  He knows we are grabbing some dinner in a bit.”

Sonic’s fingers quickly made their way over the game controller as he sat with his legs crossed on the floor, deep into a fight on ‘Super Smash Bros’.  “I dunno, but I know we aren’t leaving until I win…this…fight…”  He tensed with his face scrunched in concentration as he moved his whole body to the right, pressing the buttons with more force than necessary.

Tails looked up from his book, sitting next to Maddie on the couch.  His ears twitched forward and even Sonic looked up as he jumped to his feet on the couch.

“You can call him!” the little fox stated with excitement.  “We haven’t been able to use it in real life yet!”

Maddie gave the fox a wry smile and brought her hand to ruffle the fur on the top of his head.  “Call Knuckles.” she repeated to herself.  “Still feels weird…but you know what, lets give it a try.”

“No time like the present!” Sonic exclaimed, never taking his eyes from the TV.

“Do it!” Tails said, tails wagging.  

Maddie picked up her phone sitting next to her on the couch.  She eyed the screen, then pressed the contacts icon, moving down until she found “Red Menace”, obviously programed in by Sonic.  She rolled her eyes.

“OK, here we go…”  She pressed the echidna’s name and the ringing sound began.  She leaned back into the couch.  Tails made his way closer, resting a small hand on her shoulder in anticipation. It ringed.  A second time.  A third time.  A fourth time.

“I don’t know if this is going to work.” she said skeptically as she listened to the fifth ring.  “Does he really…”

“Madame Maddie!”  The deep voice carried over the speaker drawing her attention forward.  Tails jumped in excitement watching his device in action.  Sonic subtly paused his game, ears twitching toward the new source of hopeful entertainment.

“Knuckles?”

“What is it that you require?” the echidna spoke.

“It’s working!” Tails quietly exclaimed.  Sonic smiled in amusement.

“Knuckles, it’s 4:30.  I wanted you back by 4:00 to go to dinner.  You’re late.”  Maddie spoke sternly, fully accepting that she was able to speak to her wayward son.

“Ah, yes!  I do remember!”  the eldest answered voice crackling and cutting out slightly.  “I will head home now.”

“That’s great, hon.” Maddie answered, turning to Tails and giving him a thumbs up.

“I will just jump from this cliff and take a short cut!”

Sonic sat up.  Tails covered his mouth with his hand.  Maddie sputtered.

“WHAT?  Knuckles don’t you dare…”

“Be home soon.”

”KUCKLES!”

Tails flinched slightly as he listened to Maddie’s shrill yell directed at the phone in her hand.  “Maybe this was a bad idea…”

“I dunno…she already looks so much calmer!” Sonic joked, watching his mom’s face darken, her blood pressure rise.”

“DON’T YOU DARE JUMP…”

“Goodbye!”

The line when dead.

“KNUCKLES…YOU BETTER NOT…KNUCKLES?  I SWEAR TO GOD…  KNUCKLES!”

Tails giggled nervously.  

Sonic slowly got up and gently pried the phone from Maddie’s tightening grip.  She looked at him with wide eyes.

“He’s joking right?  He’s not really going to…”

“Better not to think about it.” Sonic answered, teeth clenched.  “Anyway!  Let’s get ready to eat”

@year-of-the-echidna

[084392]

on the topic of modern 1p aus it is also wild to me that people will be like "luffy is in college too and hes majoring in-" like im sorry what do you mean Monkey D. Luffy is going to college ?

modern aus of one piece that make characters like chopper into humans or dogs or some other shit are sooo stupid like just keep him as a reindeer who gives a shit

[gilbertscurls]

heyy girl first of alll your writing is the best and best writer here and your fluff is just AHHHH i really wait everyday for u to post so i got a request fans edit Chris and reader to no.1 party anthem sing by artic monkey mybe its edit of chris talking about her or anything ANDILOVEYOUU

omg you're so nice, i love you!!!! i hope you like it <3

Yapping ➵ Chris Sturniolo

The low hum of the city filtered through the cracked window, mingling with the faint sound of cars drifting up from the street below. You leaned back against the couch, phone in hand, mindlessly scrolling through TikTok as Chris's voice carried from the kitchen. He was rummaging through cupboards, probably looking for the last pack of his favorite snack, his faint mutterings punctuating the quiet.

It was the kind of lazy day where time seemed to slip away unnoticed. Your thumb swiped up the screen, passing by dance trends, funny memes, and cooking hacks, until something familiar caught your eye.

A video with the hashtag #SturnioloTriplets popped up on your For You page. It was one of those fan-made edits that you occasionally found yourself watching—clips of Chris, Nick, and Matt in their usual chaotic, fun-loving glory. You tapped on it, expecting a montage of their latest shenanigans.

But what you saw made your heart skip a beat.

The video opened with Chris sitting in front of the camera, a familiar setting that looked like the triplets' car. His usual animated self was present—his hands gesturing wildly, his face full of that vibrant energy he was known for. It was one of his “yapping” sessions, where he rambled on about anything that popped into his head. But today, instead of talking about a meme or some funny moment with his brothers, he was talking about you.

"Man, I don’t even know how to explain it," Chris was saying, his voice soft but filled with affection. "She just… she’s everything. Every day, she makes me feel like the luckiest guy alive. I mean, I never believed in fate or anything like that, but the second we met? It was like… I don’t know. It just clicked." He paused, running a hand through his hair, his expression shifting to something far more sincere than his usual joking demeanor. "She makes me want to be better, you know? I’m just—I'm so in love with her."

Your heart melted at the sound of his voice, the raw sincerity in his words taking you by surprise. You had heard him say it before, but this… this felt different. As the clip played on, his face softened even more as he continued, "I don’t think she realizes how much she means to me. I could talk about her all day, but she’d probably just roll her eyes at me."

The screen flickered, and then, instead of just his words, the video transitioned into an edit. It was a soft montage of moments—your moments together. A collection of clips pulled from the triplets’ vlogs, his social media posts, and those little private, candid shots that had somehow made it into the public eye. There was a shot of you laughing together in the kitchen, your head thrown back, eyes sparkling as Chris pulled a goofy face. Another was of the two of you walking hand-in-hand, your fingers intertwined in a way that made everything around you feel quiet and still, just the two of you in your own world. There was a shot of you sitting next to him during one of their live streams, both of you leaning in close as he whispered something funny in your ear, making you laugh so hard you almost snorted.

The song lyrics echoed in the background, making the edit even more heartfelt.

It was a perfect blend of those little moments that spoke volumes—subtle, intimate, and filled with love. The video cut back to Chris, a soft smile on his face as he looked into the camera. "I don't think she knows it, but she’s my everything. And I’ll never stop saying that."

The look of love, the rush of blood

The "She's with me"'s, the Gallic shrug

The shutterbugs, the Camera Plus

The black & white and the color dodge

The good time girls, the cubicles

The house of fun, the number one

Party anthem

The video ended with his smiling face and a caption: “Chris Sturniolo, everyone’s favorite yapping sweetheart.” You sat there for a moment, staring at the screen, your heart doing flips in your chest. You had always known how much Chris loved you, but seeing it in this way? It made your chest tighten, a flood of affection and warmth rushing over you.

You looked up just in time to see Chris saunter back into the room, a mischievous grin on his lips.

“What’s got you so smiley?” he asked, collapsing next to you on the couch, his arm slipping behind your shoulders. The scent of him—faint cologne and warmth��enveloped you.

“Just this,” you said, turning your phone towards him, the last frame of the edit paused on his face, mid-laugh.

Chris’s eyebrows shot up, and then that familiar, teasing smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “Oh, so you found it, huh? Yeah, I might’ve gone a little overboard that day.”

“No,” you whispered, leaning into him, feeling the beat of your pulse against his. “It was perfect.”

His eyes softened, and for a moment, there was no screen, no city noise, no world outside the two of you. Just the number one party anthem playing between heartbeats.

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[reeniecon]

- THEIR TOXIC TRAIT -

Idia S. , malleus D.

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😮‍💨‼️ : gender-neutral reader, some grammar error (sorry not my first language lol)

My other fics

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IDIA SHROUD

Jealousy

He is jealous of the way you spend your time outside with your friends than with him in his room. He is jealous that now you laugh harder with your friends than with him. Why couldn't you do that with HIM instead of THEM?.

Overprotective

Ortho, he lost ortho before and he didn't want to lose you too. So he... Programmed ortho to follow you around and help you with anything, it may seem nice and convenient but, sometimes ortho would do too much for you, that you cannot even choose what you want.

"Let me do it, you will not understand it anyway" / " Are you sure about this? "

Ah yes underestimating, such an idia move tbh, so he will underestimate you in certain things, especially with the things that he is good at... You know that Idia is a very logical type of person, so of course he would be using the fastest way to Rome and not waste any time on the way.

"Just leave me alone! "

Idia is used to being alone and handles his feelings alone. So if he gets a little overwhelmed/annoyed because of his game or with your nagging, talking about your day, or whatever it is he will just explode and yell to you to leave me alone.

MALLEUS DRACONIA

I would say that malleus are kinda similar to idia but they have a lot of differences at the same time.

Overprotective

Pfft...This is malleus draconia that we talk about the fae DRAGON, ofc we would be so protective towards you... His beloved. So that no one can taint you no one can hurt you no one...

Jealousy

Ahuuu... Not that different than Idia for this one, he is jealous when you look a little bit more interested in talking with your friend than him and you look happier with another man other than him. He hates it. He hates when someone try to take you away from him.

Never taking "no" as an answer

" Why not? " You would be hearing this all the time especially when you refuse his gift...

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"Why? You didn't like the color perhaps? Or something? Just tell me my dear I would fix it. "

" No... That's not the problem, mal. Uh you gift me too much this week already, you didn't have to do this you know.. "

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Attachment issues

I felt this is very self-explana-

Tory isn't it?? Just look at book 7!! So when you say yes to him... Congratulations!! You will be on his side forever and will not be able to leave his side forever and ever!!

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A/n : this is so suck, anw.. Please give me harsh feedback on my inbox lol and also my request are still open (selective writing tho- srry)

Ah also please use <3 for request and !! For critique in my inbox .

A/n 2.0 : mybe would do another character in the future.. Keyword MAYBE but please comment what chara you want to read next with this prompt i prob write vil, or sum

[novaursa]

Heyyyy me again! Mybe some cute father reader! And mom whoever you want!

Fires of Rook's Rest

- Summary: After the battle of Rook’s Rest you return to Dragonstone; to your family.

- Pairing: male!reader/Rhaenyra Targaryen

- Note: reader is referred to as Y/N, is brother-husband to Rhaenyra and is bonded with Silverwing.

- Rating: Mild 13+

- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff @literaturedog

The wind howls in your ears as you guide Silverwing through the thick clouds, the salty sting of the sea below mingling with the smoke that still clings to you. Your muscles ache with the strain of battle, and the burns and cuts that mar your body pulse with each movement, though you have grown accustomed to the pain. It is the price of victory, however fleeting. Behind you, the flames of Rook’s Rest still burn in your mind’s eye, the screams of men and the clash of steel echoing like ghosts as you think of your half-brother, Aegon, brought low by your hand. Aemond was there too, his one good eye burning with rage as you narrowly escaped his wrath. 

But now, Dragonstone looms ahead, a shadowed fortress nestled in the mist of the sea. It is home. A haven amidst the storm of war. The sight of it stirs something deep within you, though your body threatens to give way under the weight of exhaustion. You press on, guiding Silverwing with a firm hand as you descend toward the familiar cliffs, where the black stone walls rise like jagged teeth from the earth.

As you near the landing courtyard, you see movement below. Waiting. A small cluster of figures, their bright hair glinting like pale fire in the twilight. The children. Your children. Your heart clenches, a wave of warmth overtaking the cold, hollow feeling that has filled you since the battle. 

Baelon is the first you notice, standing tall despite his young age, his serious face a reflection of your own as he watches you approach. Beside him, Aenys fidgets, eyes wide and filled with awe as always, eager to see Silverwing up close. And there, clutching the hem of her nursemaid’s skirts, is Visenya, her silver-gold curls tumbling down her back. She is the smallest, yet her presence is as fierce as any dragon.

And then, there is her.

Rhaenyra. Your sister. Your wife. She stands apart from the children, her gown billowing in the wind as the light of the setting sun catches the red of your house's colors. Her eyes are fixed on you, sharp and searching, though her lips curve into the faintest hint of a smile—one reserved only for you.

Silverwing lands with a thud, shaking the stones beneath you, and you slide from her back, your legs barely steady beneath you as you land. The pain in your side flares, but you push it away. There is no room for weakness here. Not in front of them. You straighten, your eyes meeting Rhaenyra’s as she steps forward, her face a mask of composure though you see the worry in her eyes.

“You’ve returned,” she says softly, her voice low and intimate, meant only for you.

“Aye,” you rasp, your throat dry from the heat of battle, “though not unscathed.”

Her eyes flicker over the burns that mar your arm, the blood that stains your tunic where Aemond’s sword nearly found its mark. For a moment, you see the flicker of fear in her, but it is quickly replaced with something harder. She is a Targaryen, as are you. This is the cost of the crown you both seek to protect.

Before you can speak again, Baelon rushes forward, his youthful vigor uncontained as he reaches for you, his arms wrapping around your waist despite your wounds. “Father,” he breathes, his voice tight with the worry he tries to hide. “You won, didn’t you?”

You smile down at him, resting a hand on his silver hair. “We won a battle, yes, but the war is not done.” Your voice is firm, though you soften it for him. Baelon is old enough to understand, but still, you wish to shield him from the harsher truths of war.

Aenys, ever curious, steps forward, eyes wide as he peers up at you. “Did Silverwing burn them all, father? Did you see Uncle Aegon fall?” There is excitement in his tone, the thrill of the tales he has been told of dragons and war, but you see Rhaenyra’s sharp gaze land on him, warning him silently.

You crouch down, grimacing as pain shoots through your side, but you manage a weary smile. “Silverwing fought fiercely, and yes, your uncle Aegon was brought down. But war is not a story, Aenys. There is little glory in the bloodshed.”

Visenya, shy and quiet, takes a hesitant step forward, her wide violet eyes fixed on you. She says nothing, but you see the concern in her expression, the way she looks at the burns on your hands. She is only five, yet already wise enough to sense the weight of what you carry.

You reach out to her, and she steps into your arms, her tiny hands clutching the fabric of your tunic. “I’m here,” you murmur to her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, her curls soft against your lips. “I’ll always come back.”

Rhaenyra moves forward then, her hand resting on your arm as she looks between you and the children. “Let’s us go inside,” she says softly, but her voice leaves no room for argument. “You need rest. The children have been waiting long enough.”

You nod, allowing her to lead you toward the doors of the keep, your steps heavy but your heart lighter for their presence. As you pass through the archway, you glance down at your children, each of them a reminder of what you fight for. 

For them. For her.

And as long as you have them, you will endure.