#writing I did in school

[phoenixofthegreenwood]

I wrote this thing for school once that I remember being really good but I don’t know where it is 😭

I would love to read it again and I can’t because I didn’t save a copy of it 🥲

[ikiprian]

Mr. Fenton is a competent teacher. Almost too competent.

If Mr. Daniel Fenton had any more than a BS (with a minor in education), Tim would’ve flagged his profile as a potential Rogue. That’s the way of most charismatic academics, at least in Gotham. (Got a PhD? Instant watchlist.) Instead, he’s Gotham Academy’s newest celebrity, as a young, passionate, out-of-towner substitute while the chemistry teacher’s on maternity leave.

Tim gets the hype. Fenton seems to genuinely love teaching, and is invested in the welfare of the student body. He hands out bananas during exam week, hosts a “study habits seminar” each month to coach effective learning strategies, and the third time Tim falls asleep in his class, he even pulls Tim aside to ask if he’s doing okay. With all the late work he accepts and the protein bars he sneaks Tim, he’s every teen vigilante’s dream teacher. He could’ve been Tim’s favorite.

In fact, Mr. Fenton was Tim’s favorite. Up until Tim walks into Mr. Fenton’s chemistry classroom for a forgotten textbook, an hour after the final bell.

On the board where tallied scores for today’s review game had been kept, “THE CHEMISTRY BEHIND DR. CRANE’S FEAR GAS: ANXIOGENICS, NERI’S, & YOU,” is now scrawled. A detailed diagram of the human endocrine system projects in front of a small crowd of adoring and attentive students.

Fenton is wrist-deep in the skull cavity of an anatomical model. A short tug, and out pops the brain.

It’s plastic. It’s fake.

Tim identifies the nearest emergency exit.

Fenton turns to the door, and in the dark classroom with the projector illuminating half his face, his eyes almost seem to flash red. “What’s up, Tim?” he asks. His friendly grin is too big for his face. “I didn’t know you wanted to join the Just Science League!”

[OR: Danny’s a science teacher at Tim’s school. Gotham’s a pretty wild place, even for someone who grew up a superhero in a ghost-infested town, so he takes it upon himself to start a club teaching kids how to manage themselves in the event of a crisis. These Gothamites are pretty hardy, but a little extra training never hurt anybody! And he suspects one of his students might be a teen vigilante, like he’d been, back in the day. As a senior super, it's Danny’s duty look out for him! Surely, this is the subtlest and most appropriate way to give the kid pointers.]

[Tim immediately assumes supervillain.]

[whoopsyeahokay]

Boyfriend Wally Clark (NSFW)

Wally Clark x fem!reader

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Wally is exactly the type of romantic who sweeps you off your feet. He's goofy, charming, affectionate. Always finding ways to touch you when you and he are with your friends. Holds you close and keeps you in his arms, on his lap, against his body on the couch that you and he usurp for yourselves at Movie Night. He's all about forehead kisses and laced fingers and cradling your cheek as he tells you how much he loves you. Brushes your hair out of your eyes and smiles at you like you're the only person in the world he can see.

Wally is exactly the type who soaks up compliments like a sponge, has both an ego and an insecurity that needs attention. He revels in your praise and devotion. He's attentive and loyal, there when you need him at the drop of a hat. Pulling up in his Mustang, ready to dote on his passenger princess, hand on your thigh as he drives one-handed, fingers digging into your flesh while he watches the road. He's into sweet gestures and reassurances. Respect. Thoughtful gifts just because and more thoughtful actions when you're not feeling well.

But Wally is also the type to whisper dark promises in your ear when you and he are surrounded by people in the hall, pressing against your back as you rummage through your locker, his hand roaming under your shirt to smooth up your stomach, fingertips teasing the edge of your bra. He wields his self-control like a weapon off the field as much as on it, grinding his hard cock into your palm through his jeans, his hand tight around your wrist—"Do you like what you do to me, baby?"—after he drags you into an empty classroom because he spent lunch watching Jackass Jake Tremblay flirt with you for your vote. "You like how hard I get just for you?"

Wally is also the type to get possessive, hard bites on your neck, sucking a necklace of bruises into your collar that you can't hide under your shirt. He wants everyone to know you're his. He makes you remember with his fingers in your pussy, dragging them in and out as he nips your ear, "No one else gets to touch you like this. No one else can see you like this." And you whimper and beg, writhing beneath him, legs spread wide to accommodate him. He eats you out, lips and tongue and light grazes of teeth, staring at you through his lashes, memorizing every sound you make as he edges you for longer than you can handle, fucks you with his tongue, tastes you like a feast made just for him.

Wally is exactly the type to fuck you until you scream. He starts slow when you're already on the brink, cock thick and heavy, teasing himself against you as he kisses your breasts, sucks your nipples, one hand on your throat—a reminder, a promise—while he strokes himself with the other, flushed tip against your entrance. "You need me right here, don't you baby?" And then he rocks into you in one deep, grinding motion, stuffing you so full you might burst. "I'm gonna fuck you 'til you scream my name, baby girl." It's rough, hard, he grips your thigh tight enough to bruise as he bites your bottom lip, licks into your mouth, makes you squeeze around him. "So tight, baby, so good for me. You want me to make you come? You think you earned it?"

Wally is definitely the type who fucks like an animal after he sees another guy talk to you, but he's also the type who gets off on making you wait for that sweet release when it suits him. But even he has his limits, begins to pant and groan, hips moving faster, hands around your wrists where they're pinned above your head, his other hand between his body and yours, spit-wet thumb rubbing your clit as he watches your face, wants to see the moment you fall apart for him and when you do, "Good girl, baby, fuck, that's it, let me feel it, baby, make me come" and you convulse around him, your pussy gripping him so tight as you come that it milks his climax from him. He moans, lips crashing against yours.

Wally is exactly the type to cuddle after sex. Gentle touches and soft kisses and loving words, fingertips grazing your cheek as he stares into your eyes in the afterglow. "I love you, baby," in a low, husky voice, forehead pressed to yours, his hand gliding down your body to your side, waist, hip, ass. He pulls you tight against him, already half-hard again, because, Jesus Christ, he's insatiable when it comes to you.

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also on AO3!

if you enjoyed this, you may also enjoy Alphabet Soup.

smut. the journey of a clandestine love affair at several non-linear stages because Wally Clark craves what he can't have and refuses to keep his hands to himself. and you live for it. (Janet and Wally are dating to increase their social value. meanwhile, Wally wants to get closer to her step-sister. you.)

[wardencommander-surana]

me writing "exasperated sigh" for the billionth time: it's fine i'll fix it later

me revising that same work later: *exasperated sigh*

[leonardcohenofficial]

the two biggest pieces of advice that i would express to anyone thinking about grad school are

1) do not pay for grad school. i am dead serious on this one. this was the number one thing every single professor i had in undergrad expressed to me. going to a grad school that doesn’t offer tuition remission or teaching or any type of funding so you can complete the work you need to do is not worth going into debt for don’t do it don’t do it don’t do it because—

2) besides the obvious (the degree) grad school offer you two things (ideally they offer both); training or access. by training i mean rigorous high level hands on practice honing your skills in your chosen field; by access i mean connection to people/institutions/funding to help support whatever work or research you’re doing. (i think that at least in the arts broadly speaking, it is easier to find training than it is to gain access.) i think it’s extremely important to weigh out what you’re getting out of a specific program and decide not only what is more important to you but also what opportunities a school is offering you

[dishwasher09]

and they were narrative foils (oh my god they were narrative foils) rendered version here

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE TELL ME YOU KNOW WHAT LES MIS I WILL CRY IF THE REFERENCE GOES OVER EVERYONE'S HEAD AGAIN PLEASE anywau kunizai as enjolras and grantaire,,, yayyyy

[lovelylittlegrim]

Eddie is driving home late after doing some business with Rick. He’s taking the long way, being careful since he’s got a van full of drugs now, when he sees Billy Hargrove’s car parked in front of a random house. The doors to the car are all open, but the lights in the house are all off.

Eddie slows down, squinting through the dark and sees children coming down the porch steps of the house. There’s a red head leading the way and Eddies pretty sure that’s the girl that’s usually with Billy, his stepsister or something.

The kids are carrying something, maneuvering carefully down the steps and when they make it from under the porch roof, the moon lighting up their features eddie can see that it’s a body they’re carrying. Steve harringtons bloody and bruised body, to be exact.

They’re loading him into the backseat of Billy’s car.

“What the fuc,” Eddie croaks as he watches what can only be the disposal of one dead Steve harrington.

Did Billy kill him?

And now he’s making literally children do his dirty work?

What the hell?

Before he can figure out what to do, the car doors are slamming shut and the car is swerving away, heading back out of town.

[casscainmainly]

Duke and Bruce: A Question of Definition

When re-reading Cursed Wheel, I was struck by this exchange. Suspicions around Bruce's motive for taking in Duke is a running thread in their relationship, but what fascinates me about this moment is that Duke is using this suspicion against Bruce. He knows Bruce will be hurt by this accusation. More than hurt - Bruce's "maybe" suggests uncertainty, a lack of faith in himself. In this exchange, Duke and Bruce are both uncertain of what they mean to each other, and both troubled by that uncertainty.

This uncertainty runs throughout their time together. I'm going to try to track Bruce & Duke's dynamic through the years; basically, this post collects my disparate Bruce-Duke thoughts from my full Duke read. So warning that this is a LONG post.

I will probably contradict takes I've had in the past but you live and you learn 😭. Also the Bruce-Duke dynamic shifts a lot so this is not definitive or 100% correct - lots of these moments can be interpreted differently! But with all that said, let's jump into Zero Year!

The Beginning

Duke and Bruce first meet during the disaster called Zero Year, where Riddler blacks out and floods Gotham:

Batman (2011) #21

At its core, Zero Year and Endgame are about Bruce's relationship to Gotham. Duke says "He thinks you're dead[...] ever since he killed the city." Batman's death becomes intertwined with the city's death; in the reverse way, Duke in Bruce's mind will become intertwined with Gotham. This exchange sets up their relationship as reciprocal: Bruce gives Duke his fish, and Duke gives Bruce information. From the beginning, they have equal need for each other.

Batman (2011) #30

After Duke's parents rescue Bruce, Bruce tries to persuade Duke to leave Gotham. Duke replies: "No. We're here." Duke's decision to stay in Gotham directly influences Bruce to stay as well - here, we begin to see Bruce linking Duke to the city. This issue establishes that their relationship in some ways revolves around the city itself.

Batman (2011) #38

Then, Joker arranges for Duke and his parents to star in a re-enactment of the Wayne murders. Bruce manages to rescue Duke only, and then Bruce asks Duke to help him find a first aid kit for Jim. This scene parallels their first meeting in #21 (see the fish panel above!), with one handing something to the other. Their positions are flipped: this time it's Duke handing something to Bruce. The flipping nods to the 'reciprocity' aspect, and also to the way they parallel and will continue to parallel each other (particularly in Snyder's writing).

But this is also the first moment of genuine connection between the two of them! Bruce asks Duke to be a "friend," and they fist bump. Nowhere near familial, but a bit more intimate - this intimacy is more on Bruce's side than Duke's though. Duke still sees Bruce as primarily Batman, but Batman begins to think about Duke as an individual. This one-sided growing intimacy is a core tenet of their dynamic.

Symbols and People

Let's address this 'one-sided intimacy'. To Duke, Bruce is Batman first and foremost, and he criticises Bruce whenever he's not:

Batman (2011) #47

To Duke, Bruce is just anybody, but Batman? That symbol "inspire[s]" people, and "no one could be [Batman] but you!" His faith in Bruce is entirely tied to the Bat symbol. Concurrently with his growing understanding of the Robin symbol in We Are Robin, a large part of Duke's early story is about symbols as markers of community and hope. He prioritises Batman's relationship to the city over any relationship he personally could have with Bruce.

Bruce's view of their relationship has shades of this too. He tends to describe Duke in terms of his effect on the city:

From Batman & The Signal #3 and Batman: The Secret Files: The Signal respectively, both of these are about Duke's potential to benefit Gotham. The latter in particular shows Bruce idealising Duke as the 'perfect' Gothamite, a "represent[ation]" of the city's best.

This kind of idolisation skates close to early Bruce-Cass, particularly the idea of Duke being the 'best' (analogous to Bruce calling Cass 'perfect'). But Bruce does not go as far as he did with Cass. Other Duke fans have said this, but in a lot of ways Bruce is actively trying not to fall into previous parenting/mentoring failures. So he tamps down this symbolisation with lines about Duke as a specific person:

Batman & The Signal #1

"Something independent of the past, and... of me." The wording here is so careful, so constructed to highlight Duke's agency and to separate Duke from Bruce's previous relationships. Bruce also separates Duke from himself, avoiding the projection that was characteristic of, yet again, early Bruce-Cass. I'm Cass-brained so I'm mostly using Cass but these pitfalls occur for his other kids as well. Bruce does see Duke as a symbol of Gotham/hope, but he also knows the importance of seeing Duke as an individual with agency.

Bruce's struggles drive him to differentiate Duke from the other Robins, to cover him in bats but allow him to work during the day, to constantly show how important Duke is to him personally but only verbally acknowledge Duke's importance to Gotham. He ends up simultaneously pulling Duke into the family (offering him the manor, giving him a Batsuit, working alongside him in All-Star) and accepting Duke's distance (allowing him to work in the daytime, giving him his own cave, putting him on the Outsiders).

And Duke, being the detective he is, notices.

Insecurity

A ton of Duke stories feature people telling Duke he doesn't fit/shouldn't be here:

Dark Nights: Death Metal Robin King // Cursed Wheel Part 2 // Cursed Wheel Part 6 // Detective Comics (2016) 983

Duke brushes some of these instances, but he does internalise some of it. See Batman and the Signal #1 and Cursed Wheel Part 6:

Duke's insecurities are not about Bruce alone. They're about being unable to find community, represented by the Batfam in both cases. But Bruce is a huge factor in the insecurity, and the Cursed Wheel panel in particular is so evocative for me. The way Duke frames it - "They found a way inside with you" - suggests that Duke is expecting Bruce to help him. He doesn't want Bruce's approval, but he does need Bruce to help him through this, in the reciprocal way they've always helped each other.

But I think Bruce's struggle to define what Duke means to him, as I outlined above, is part of why Duke feels Bruce isn't helping him. Duke begins to question Bruce's motives in taking him in:

Batman and the Signal #2 // Dark Days: The Casting

Bruce shuts it down every time (including in Cursed Wheel Part 6), but it doesn't really make Duke feel better. "I chose you because of who you are / I only wanted to be there when you decided what you were going to become." Bruce consistently highlights Duke's agency/individuality as the reason he took him in, but it just doesn't jibe with what actually happens - not Bruce giving him two suits, putting the bat on him, etc. And Duke sees that inconsistency, so anytime Bruce pulls out an 'it's just because you're cool Duke,' it doesn't ring true. They both know that's not Bruce's entire motive.

That brings me to the panel I opened this post with. Duke questions whether Bruce took him in for self-serving reasons, and Bruce pauses before saying "maybe." Duke hits on the reason for Bruce's inconsistent behaviour - Bruce himself is uncertain about his motives for taking Duke in, and afraid they are selfish. This uncertainty in turn sows insecurity in Duke, because he values and desires transparency. As long as Bruce is unsure about why he took Duke in, Duke cannot be fully comfortable in his position in the Batfam.

Parenthood

But what's the root of Bruce's uncertainty? Right before the Cursed Wheel argument, Bruce suggests moving Elaine and Doug away. What Duke says - 'maybe you took me in out of guilt' - is a paraphrase of what a Jokerised Elaine told him earlier. This argument, and Bruce's uncertainty, revolves around Duke's parents.

Bruce is kind of the reason anything happens to Duke's parents anyway (since Joker mimics the Wayne murders), but Bruce also promises Duke everything will be alright:

Batman (2011) #38

Duke doesn't blame Bruce for what happened to his parents or his inaction on finding them - he calls Bruce's amnesia 'selfish', but it's more a general critique than a personal one. But I think Bruce does blame himself for failing to keep his promise. I'm extrapolating a lot because we don't really see any of Bruce's feelings, but thinking of his reaction to Duke's mom's absence in Batman: Urban Legends #18:

Jefferson says Duke is going to make a mistake that he'll "never forgive himself" for, but they "owe [Duke] more than that". This is pure extrapolation but I like to read this as touching on Bruce's guilt for never having found Duke's parents earlier, something he'll never forgive himself for. He owes Duke, which is why he becomes hell bent on finding Elaine when she goes missing again. But if he's guilty at this point, then the guilt could have run through their entire relationship.

Which makes things so complicated!! Bruce feels guilty about not saving Duke's parents; Bruce loves how much Duke loves his parents; Bruce thinks it's not good for Duke to spend so much time thinking about his parents; Bruce also, maybe, a little bit, wants to be Duke's parent. Thinking of this tidbit from Detective Comics #984:

Bruce warns Jefferson about how he should treat Duke, and the very first thing he says is that Duke "won't want another father figure". This shows that a) Duke and fatherhood is a touchy subject and b) it's a subject at the forefront of Bruce's mind. This wording also leaves it ambiguous whether Bruce considers himself a 'father figure'. The next line is nonsense about Duke respecting Bruce too much to 'challenge' him, which is plain wrong, but it does show that Bruce is not very clear what his relationship to Duke is. He's not exactly a 'father figure,' but neither is he a stranger like Jefferson. This in-betweenness is repeated by Duke in Batman & The Outsiders (2019) #1, when he says "You're not my father. And you're not Batman." Batman occupies this nebulous role in Duke's life, orbiting fatherhood but never quite touching it.

Though I think this discomfort around fatherhood is more on Bruce's side, nebulous fatherhood is also a motif for Duke. In Batman & The Signal, Gnomon's presence disrupts a lot of Duke's beliefs about 'family'. We don't have too much on Duke's feelings about Gnomon (recurring thing... sigh) but we do have morsels:

Batman: Urban Legends #18 // Batman: The Secret Files: The Signal

Gnomon makes Duke question Doug's 'father' status; simultaneously, Duke struggles with this idea of 'trading' his WAR family for the Batfamily; then, in Urban Legends, Duke imagines his mom accusing him of loving his dad more than her. All of this shows Duke is deeply troubled by familial replacement - he's terrified of losing his family, particularly Doug and Elaine, because he's found other people he considers family. Bruce figures as both a symbol of the Batfamily and as a possible-father, undergirding a lot of Duke's fears here. So while Bruce more overtly grapples with the way their relationship is defined, Duke also struggles with it.

It's why Duke imagines Bruce under 'family' in Batman & The Signal #3, and then immediately amends it to 'mentor' and 'friend'. In a way, Duke's namelessness in All-Star Batman is a symbolic encapsulation of how neither of them name what they mean to each other.

Our Best Selves

BUT while their relationship is complex and filled with uncertainty, it can also be a really beautiful, really healing thing for both of them.

All-Star Batman #3

Bruce has a long history of shutting people out and being dishonest, which has landed him in hot water with his allies many times. But Duke, who represents honesty and truth, allows him in turn to be honest. Duke knows Bruce needs someone to hear him talk about Harvey, and Bruce knows that Duke needs the truth. And they offer each other what they need, as they have from the very beginning.

Bruce does this for Duke, too, in Batman: Urban Legends #18:

Duke has been working himself to the bone trying to find his mom, to the Outsiders' worry. But it's Bruce's appearance that allows Duke to finally talk about what he's been working on. This panel just really gets me because Duke is talking to all of them but looking straight at Bruce - at a man so entangled with Gotham, with what happened to Doug and Elaine. He wants Bruce to understand. Bruce does.

They are both people who have such a deep love for Gotham, for their parents, who believe in rehabilitation and the goodness of people. And they'll always save each other.

All-Star Batman #5

All-Star Batman #5 // Batman (2011) #50

So actually this section is about the random Duke appearance in Detective Comics #982. Deacon Blackfire tells Bruce that Gotham is cursed, and the issue takes Bruce through ruminations about underserved Gotham neighbourhoods, the role of community, and ends with him watching the sun come up with a little boy. IT'S SO DUKE, like everything Duke stands for, but it's also what Bruce stands for too!! And what's interesting is that when Bruce is told he's alone, he imagines Dick, Babs, Damian, and Duke. Duke says, "we're out best selves because of you."

The Duke-Bruce relationship is a reciprocal one, so Bruce may bring out the best in Duke but Duke also brings out the best in Bruce. And they both believe in the best of people, the best of the city. They are both in love with Gotham, with their families, and they both deeply believe in rehabilitation and promises. They are their best selves because of each other.

Conclusion

In Cursed Wheel Part 4, Duke decides to keep his parents on the premises. He tells Bruce that no matter what his parents say, the truth is that they love him, and he can take it. And Bruce smiles.

Because even though Bruce was the one who suggested moving his parents away - even though he may want Duke to be in his family - he loves Duke because he would never let his parents be moved. Through all of the symbols they make out of each other, all of the slippery definitions of fatherhood, friendship, and mentorship, they are two people who fundamentally get each other. Duke gets where Bruce is coming from with Harvey, and Bruce gets what Duke needs (with the daytime, with the Outsiders, with finding his mom).

The best Bruce-Duke moments are layered with an intimacy that isn't necessarily familial, but is also not strictly teacher-student. They've grown close, but they are also still independent of each other - and though I don't think either of them will ever fully say what they are, that's not so important. They may never be fully free of the uncertainty that underlies their relationship, but they love each other, and the indefinability of their love doesn't make it any less strong.

[morganbritton132]

More add-ons to the Steve Has Older Siblings agenda:

1. Steve would love for no one he talks to on a regular basis to ever meet any of his family but he’s not mad about Jason coming into Scoops Ahoy to be a dick to him and promptly having Robin say, “Wow. You’re going to act like that with that hairline? Bold.”

Its the first time she has said anything even somewhat nice to/about/for him. (She finds out post-Starcourt that Steve has a brother)

2. Their dad threatened to cut them out of their inheritance if they didn’t spend half the summer at his house at least until they finished an undergrad. Coincidentally, this time always corresponds to when Richard and Angela have to travel out of town to meet with an “important client.” This is somehow Steve’s fault.

3. One time for the entire summer, all three of them pretended he was invisible. It made him cry multiple times. They still make jokes about it even though they’re trying to be better siblings to him because being an asshole is inherited from your father and the only way to get rid of that trait is to have it beaten out of you.

4. When the fire department came to school and walked them through a house fire simulation, Steve thought it was so cool that he reacted it at home with a smoke machine pressed up against Claire’s bedroom door. She did not appreciate the fire safety lesson.

5. Everytime Tommy came over on their weekend, they all made a point to talk about how much they liked Tommy and how cool Tommy was. Tommy was the little brother they always wanted. No reason. Just being assholes.

[damian-lil-babybat]

'Dead Poets Society' gang

Headcanon that these four drop poetry and literature quotes on their conversations unprompted.

Jason 'English-major-I-only-visit-the-manor-for-the-library' Todd-Wayne

Damian 'I-master-liberal-arts-unlike-you-plebs-PHD-holder' al Ghul-Wayne

Cassandra 'I-learn-English-thru-Shakespeare-as-god-intended' Cain-Wayne

Duke 'only-title-holder-of-vigilante-poet-and-will-cuss-you-just-as-poetically' Thomas-(future) Wayne

[ef-1]

look at the state of sport journalism dawg, he sucked on a lollypop with steeliness and determination??? oozing mental fortitude??? Autosport it's time to open up the schools

[i-like-forcefem]

When browsing through the wares of a newly opened magic shop you passed by an item that caught your interest, a massive mirror

You peaked inside expecting to see yourself, but instead you saw, a girl? About your height, quite pretty, good taste in fashion… Maybe your mom when she was younger?

It feels weird, in a good way, to see this girl follow all your movements, you couldn’t help but smile, and her smile is radiant

You felt an odd sense of relief… until you looked down to see that, you’re you, of course you are

Why do you feel so sad?

…

“Quite the item isn’t it?”, the Witch tending the shop noticed your interest and started talking to you “a magic mirror that shows you what you’d look like if you were born the opposite sex”

You stare into it

Why do you feel this deep dread?

“But that’s not all it does!” The witch continues “want to see a magic trick?” The witch asks laying a hand on your back

You’re curious to see where this is going, so you nod your head

In one swoop the witch pushes you against the mirror and as you brace yourself to slam into it, stumbling on your feet across the floor, you find yourself slamming into the witch face first

She laughs “I probably didn’t need to push that hard”

As you lay on the ground you feel different, you look as you prepare to push yourself up from the ground you notice your hands… are they smaller?

As you get it up and oriented yourself you glance at the mirror, still the same showing girl you, but how did you get turned around did… did you get

“Sorry” the witch says as her laughter days down “that’s the first time I’ve pushed someone through a mirror, should’ve seen that coming”

You look down and see the dress you’re wearing

“Now cutie” the witch claps her hands, and jumps up! She has a grin you don’t trust “I hoped you enjoyed the trick! If you ever want to become a guy again And I hope you have some savings! Gender-bending magic is quite expensive!”

You stumble back, you can’t turn back? The mirror is showing yo- Girl You, not the real Guy You, so… that’s a no go? You’re way to poor for anything

“But don’t worry cutie, we pay quite well here and just so happen have an opening for a maid and I can assure you, you’ll look just adorable in the uniform”

[three-realms-archive]

Slow and Steady: Prologue

Summary/Details: A new series - featuring an MC who isn’t too on-board with getting taken from their home, placed into another world and thrust into living with demons. A more realistic take on the human exchange student gradually getting accustomed to their new environment - and new housemates - told as scenes taking place in-between major events in the original Obey Me story.

This series comes with a whole bunch of topics, which will be detailed at the start of each one. For this prologue, story parts from the start until Lesson 5 are mentioned. May be a little OOC from the in-game MC dialogue choices.

No one saw you much in your first, few weeks as human representative in the Devildom. Unless you were at RAD, the only person (who wasn’t your roommate, Beel) to interact with you was Mammon: who had become increasingly, increasingly irritated at your lack of… anything. For once, he had begun to see what Beel was saying, comparing you to a meal. Food didn’t talk, didn’t move, didn’t protest… and you were much the same.

And yet, he’d still drop a tray of food outside your bedroom anyway. After all, he had been scolded by Lucifer each and every time you’d fail to show up to meals with the family. If he didn’t at least *pretend* to show that he gave a damn about being your caretaker, the Avatar of Greed’s already-meagre allowance would just dwindle further.

It isn’t long until the brothers stop setting your place at the table all together.

Things wouldn’t be that much easier for the demon on the inside, either. Beel tried making friends with you - he did. But he could only do so much when you would cower and flinch at the mere sound of his voice. When you would yelp whenever his mouth - and the sharp fangs within - dared to form the slightest smile. Curious questions turned into brief greetings, turned into necessary statements, eventually turned into curt nods and grunts of acknowledgement. The Avatar of Gluttony gets angry on occasion. He asks how your day was; you say you’re fine, and quickly turn away. He seeks you out at lunch in the RAD cafeteria, and you scurry to eat somewhere alone in the shadows.

But then he thinks of you, and the frighteningly familiar-sounding situation of being ripped away unwillingly from your home to live in a scary, unfamiliar place.

He thinks of you, face-to-face with the scary and unfamiliar, during that night in the kitchen when you stared up at him: the monster too close to devouring you.

Then, his anger subsides. A silencing guilt takes its place.

Over time, you slowly show your face around the house. It starts small. You study in silence in the same room as Satan. You ask Levi to help you connect with the House’s Wi-Fi. You even muster up the courage to knock on Lucifer’s door. When it opens, you stammer something about having your place at the table set again, and run away.

After all… it was getting annoying having to eat cold meals. Waiting for Mammon to leave your front door alone usually took a long time.

Slow and steady… you make friends with each of the brothers’ - the scary, terrifying, oddly-loveable demons - living under the same roof as you.

After all, you had no choice but to spend a year in this place. You may as well make the most of it.

And your new housemates… you’d come to find aren’t so bad, after all.

(new series! this is one i’ve wanted to do for a while, since i’ve been seeing a few posts of people talking about how quickly we accept being an exchange student, how quickly we forgive belphie, how quickly we’re basically okay with all the wild stuff that happens in this wacky game lol. so i plan to write a few scenes in between major plot points which basically show how long/how difficult it is for mc to process the aftermath of them. some will defo be angst - but i am hoping for some fluffy parts since i do want it to eventually lead to the closeness mc has with the family by the end of the story! stay tuned!)

[melocherie]

as  much  as  i  sympathize  with  the  readers  who’ve  devoted  their  time  to  supporting  iaptbap,  i  think  it’s  in  poor  taste  to  say  you  want  the  fic  to  continue. 

think  about  it:  who  would  write  the  story  in  lavenoor’s�� absence?  someone  who  lavenoor  gives  the  account  to,  a  friend  who  has  chosen  to  maintain  contact  with  a  groomer?  not  to  mention  how  the  victim  would  feel  if  their  groomer's  fic  continues  to  receive  love  and  attention  despite  the  author  telling  a  child  she  wanted  to  date  them.

i’m  urging  everyone  to  please  write  your  own  fic.  fuck  the  feelings  of  a  groomer  who  didn’t  apologize  and  ran  away  when  she  was  outed — she  does  not  own  the  concept  of  a  yandere  disney  princess  harem  isekai.  not  like  she  can  stop  you  from  writing  your  own  fic  unless  she  decides  to  not  be  a  coward  and  face  what  she  did  head-on.  stop  looking  to  her  for  content  since  i  can  promise  that  every  single  one  of  you  can  write  something  far  superior  to  any  slop  that  groomer  put  out.  let  iaptbap  die  and  fuck  lavenoor

[artsyannierose]

Catch Me If You Can! - SonAmy Fic

this is like pt 2 of the other one i posted (catching up with an umbrella) idk you don’t necessarily need to read that one but uhhhh yeah anyways pls enjoy :D

His shoes skidded and raised a puff of dust as the blue hedgehog came to an abrupt stop while racing about the bustling Shamarian marketplace. The familiar yet exotic scents tingled his nose as an intricately crafted and immensely detailed ceramic serving bowl caught his eyes just before he halted his sprinting. The tent was a pottery stand, humming with the quiet energy of the handmade terracotta vessels as the saleswoman assisted another visiting customer.

Sonic ran his fingers across the polished bowl, admiring the semi-reflective surface and floral patterns adorning the rim. Little streaks of a dusty blue hue ran around the pink roses, with petals scattered in between. The bowl itself was various tones of blue, with pink and green accents, along with a few gold finishes here and there.

And if Sonic recalled correctly, he owed a certain pink hedgehog a dish after causing her to accidentally turn the one she had into a glass jigsaw puzzle (which promptly ended up in the trash bin).

“Breathtaking, is it not?” an accented voice cut through his thoughts, drawing his attention to the very same saleswoman, who had seemingly finished chatting with the other shopper. Sonic glanced up at her, to mahogany eyes crinkling in amusement. “I just finished painting that this morning,” she continued, holding up her paint-splattered hands.

“It seriously is a work of art,” Sonic hummed, picking it up and testing its weight.

“I take it as quite the compliment from someone who has traveled and seen as much as you, Sonic,” the lady said, bringing a hand to her heart. Sonic offered her an easy grin, nodding in agreement.

”That it is,” he replied, setting the bowl back down with a soft clink. “How much is it?”

”Oh, please, if you like it, it is my honor to gift to you,” she dismissed his outstretched hand full of rings. “Hardly anything compared to the horrors you face to keep us safe.”

Sonic was no stranger to having things offered to him for free (perks of being a world-renowned hero), and he definitely took up those offers from time to time. But this time, he felt as if he wanted to purchase it. Not because of the vendor—though her craftsmanship certainly deserved the extra patronage—but because of Amy. It looked like a gift she’d appreciate, and where Sonic struggled with words, his actions usually compensated in ways that only Amy could truly cognize. He admired that about her, her ability to perceive others’ emotions even though they could sometimes be unfathomable to everyone else.

“No, no, I insist,” Sonic extended his hand again, overflowing with the copious amount of rings he was offering.

“No, I insist.”

“Mmmm…nope. I’m gonna pay for it.”

“At least allow me to give you a discount,” the woman fretted a tad as she realized the futility of such a conversation. She opened up a chest full of money, of shiny, golden rings. “80% off: 40 rings.”

Sonic ran the numbers through his head, doing a hasty calculation as the lady wrapped up the bowl in bubble wrap to avoid the risk of it shattering. She placed it in a tawny cardboard box before tying it up with a striking crimson ribbon. She pushed it forward to the half-pint hedgehog in front of her.

Sonic slammed a pile of rings onto the table, which jingled sharply in contrast to the muted clamor of the rest of the marketplace.

“Keep the change,” was the only thing he said before practically disappearing from there, before the saleswoman could protest.

Initially stunned by his sudden departure, the lady scrambled to count the abundant amount of golden rings he’d left behind.

200 rings. Full price.

“Wait! Sonic!” she called into the crowd, already knowing it was useless. “You didn’t have to…” Her voice died away as she relaxed her outstretched arm. She sighed, placing the rings into her chest along with the others. “…thank you.”

—

Rapid, incessant knocking usually denoted Sonic’s arrival at Amy’s front door, the few times he chose use the intended entrance and not the much more characterful window entrance. Amy practically tripped over her own feet scrambling to the door from where she had been kneeling by her coffee table, packing a little basket full of snacks. Indeed, when she opened the door, she was met with the enthusiastic face of her handsome blue hero.

“Sonic!” she exclaimed happily, waving in a greeting.

“Hey Amy!” he responded, shoving behind his back the parcel he’d been holding in front of him. Amy’s eyes followed it curiously.

“What’s that?” she asked him, pointing a finger at the brown box. The attached red ribbon flowed with the gentle breeze of the salubrious spring day.

“Oh this? Juuuust a little something I ran across today,” Sonic answered with a charming grin. “Happened to be in Shamar and you know how awesome their marketplace is. I ran across this cool stand and saw…”

Amy leaned on her front door as she drank in everything about the hedgehog before her. The little movement of his ears with the wind, the motions of his hands as he recounted his experience, the luster of his eyes when he glanced at her, Amy etched every detail into her memory as she hung onto every word coming from his mouth.

”…‘fore she could say other…wise…what?” Sonic raised an eyebrow at his staring friend. He could practically see the hearts in her eyes, the highlight of her lovestruck face.

“Nothing,” she murmured wistfully. “You look handsome today.”

Sonic’s quills stood up at this, and he was momentarily at a loss for how to respond. “What, I don’t look irresistible every day?” he ventured.

“Well, I mean—of course—but…” Amy stalled a second, hesitating. “I dunno…” she poked a finger at his cheek. “You look particularly dashing today.”

Sonic chuckled nervously in response, taking a step closer. “What good is the hero of your dreams if he doesn’t stop your heart in its tracks?” he shot back.

That sentence certainly did its job, because Amy’s finger flew away from his cheek and smacked her cheek along with her other hand. She hid her flaming face and muffled squealing from him, trying desperately to maintain her composure. Sonic laughed as he invited himself inside.

Her reactions were always the cherry on top of their banter.

He strode over to her dining table, setting the box down carefully in the center. Amy appeared over his shoulder, a pale pink stain on her cheeks the only indication of the flutter fest in her stomach a few seconds ago.

“Soooo are you gonna tell me what’s in there or not?” she asked, plopping her chin on his shoulder.

“Take a guess!” Sonic glanced over at her.

“Well…it’s not flowers, you bring those fresh,” Amy’s fist came to her face, reflecting her pensiveness. She picked it up, trying to judge the weight, but Sonic’s voice cut through her thoughts.

“Careful, it’s fragile,” he warned. “There’s your first hint.”

Amy’s brow furrowed in confusion, having even less of a clue of what it could be. “Shamar, Shamar, Shamar…” she muttered, racking her brain for things that could be bought in the marketplace. Food, clothes, jewelry…“Is it jewelry?”

“Nope,” Sonic replied, examining his gloves.

“Is it handmade?”

“Yup.”

The light bulb went off in Amy’s head.

“Shamar specialty.”

“Yup.”

“Really intricate and pretty.”

“Very.”

“Made of clay.”

“You know it.”

“Pottery.”

“Open it,” Sonic grinned, nudging her to the box. She pulled at the ribbon, watching it drop like a ruby waterfall as the folds of the box popped open. She peered inside and gasped when her hands found the dish.

“Oh Sonic…”

“Figured I owed you one after my super awesome stealth skills took you totally off guard,” he explained sheepishly.

“You really didn’t have to…gosh, this is so gorgeous!” Amy exclaimed, observing all the mini roses painted on the outside.

“I probably would’ve bought it anyway ‘cause it kinda reminded me of you, cause, you know, roses and all,” Sonic remarked casually.

Amy’s jade eyes darted to him, who hadn’t been looking at her. Though when his green eyes did meet her own, she scoured them for any hint of insincerity. She found none. A smile overtook her face as she set the bowl down, beaming at him.

Sonic could maybe describe her as radiant or glowing, but given the pink dusting on her cheeks, he settled on “rosy.”

Those kinds of smiles from her, he’d never admit it but they made him feel weak. They simply embodied her purity and unapologetic affection for him, something that he had come to realize had been a constant blessing in his life.

Feeling his blood start to pool in his cheeks, Sonic averted his eyes, instead focusing on the wispy clouds in the blue sky outside the window. Amy delicately moved the bowl into one of her glass kitchen cabinets, a clear view for anyone walking into the kitchen. She skipped back to Sonic, her energy evident in her bouncing on her heels even after halting in front of the blue hedgehog.

“So I was gonna go out and enjoy the lovely weather today, wanna come with? I made snacks!” Amy questioned, swinging her hands behind her back.

“Sure, why not?” Sonic shrugged, picking up the basket of food and zipping to the door. “After you,” he said, politely gesturing outside.

“Why thank you,” Amy giggled, curtsying at him before happily walking out the door, but not before yanking her frazzled crush by the arm with a blissful “Come on!” and slamming the door behind them.

—

”C’mon Amy, catch up!” called Sonic, jogging backwards with his hands behind his head. He stuck his tongue out at her when she wrinkled her nose in annoyance.

“You try sprinting at top speed without ending up with a food tornado inside the basket!” huffed Amy, clutching said basket as close to herself as not to jostle it too much.

“Where are we even going?” Sonic asked, still running backwards.

“I dunno, I hadn’t really thought that far!” Amy yelled back.

“Then let me do the honors!” Sonic replied, zipping behind Amy and (literally) sweeping her off her feet. She yelped as the wind slapped her face before she could register what was even going on; Sonic was speeding them both who knows where.

”Aaaaand voilá!” the blue blur exclaimed, halting over a gorgeous alpine view. A low moan drew his eyes to the girl in his arms, sporting a dizzy, disoriented face.

”I think I’m gonna be sick,” she groaned, struggling to refocus on the hedgehog above her.

“Aw c’mon, I know you’ve been through worse than that,” Sonic laughed, but still planted her on her feet and steadied her by the shoulders. “But hey—check this out!”

Amy squinted, willing her vision to clear as her gaze followed Sonic’s outstretched arm to the crystal, turquoise lake that lay a little ways away from the foot of the mountain peak that they were on. She held in a gasp, as she covered her mouth with her hand, absorbing all the natural beauty. The bright midday sun cast a light on the surface of the lake that created the most ethereal atmosphere on the mountain.

“MANNNNNN!!” Amy wailed, dropping to her knees. Sonic practically jumped up in the air, startled. “How come you always find the coolest places literally in the entire world?!” Amy complained, crossing her arms and pouting.

“I-Is that a bad thing?” Sonic approached her, peering down at her turned-away face.

“YES.” Amy’s reply dripped with ice in the most childlike anger possible. “You never save anywhere cool for me to show you,” she added with a tiny hmph!

An edelweiss popped up under her nose, its fuzzy petals tickling her. Sonic’s upside-down face followed suit, an unfairly cute grin etched on it.

“I’m sorry?” He snickered, placing it behind her ear. Amy’s pout did nothing to distract from the blooming blush on her cheeks.

“You’re so lucky I love you,” Amy groaned, crossing her arms tighter.

She missed the soft look she got from Sonic at that.

Sighing, Amy righted the fallen picnic basket and poked her nose inside. “Well, you’ll be pleased to know that the cookies survived,” she said, plucking out an only-slightly-crumbled cookie. Just as she did, it disappeared from her hands.

“Aw sweet! The good stuff!” Sonic exclaimed, shoving the whole thing in his mouth.

“Sonic! You’re such a pig!” Amy laughed, picking out another cookie. She popped it in his mouth and dusted the crumbs off his face.

“Hey I mean good baking deserves its appreciation,” Sonic shrugged, looking proud of himself.

“Well while you’re stuffing yourself with sugar, I’m going to be productive,” huffed the pink hedgehog, producing her sketchbook and a plastic baggie with an assortment of pencils inside from inside the basket. Sonic’s eyes flickered in recognition—it was that same sketchbook with of doodles of him.

“Well, well, what will Mademoiselle Artiste Amy Rose create today?” Sonic furrowed his brow in mock thought.

“You’ll just have to guess,” Amy replied haughtily, smiling smugly at him. She twirled her pencil in her hand, and flipped the book open with a flourish.

“You should draw me again,” Sonic mused, resting his weight on one arm upon Amy’s head.

“I…” Amy hesitated. She really wasn’t fond of the way she drew Sonic. He never seemed carefree enough, charming enough, cocky enough, handsome enough…

It was so vexing to not draw her Sonic just the way she percieved him.

And yes, Amy was a bit of a perfectionist, but was that so wrong?

“…nah, I wanna draw something more natural today,” she settled, masking her insecurities with a teasing grin.

“What?” Sonic exclaimed, jumping in front of her. “I’ll have you know that nature is my best friend!”

“You’ve replaced me?!” Amy raised a hand to her mouth in mock surprise. “Noooo my best friend has finally moved on, whatever shall I doooo,” she whined, playing quite the performance of devastated young lady.

Sonic snickered amusedly. “Yeah, you’d be miserable without me,” he said, his tone that of raillery.

“I would shrivel up and never see the light of day again,” Amy agreed, nodding in confirmation.

Sonic glanced over to her, still smiling. Amy glanced back.

They broke out in giggles at the absurdity of their silly antics.

“Well,” Amy said, still giggling, “I’m gonna draw the lake.” she decided.

“Nah,” Sonic quipped, yanking the book up to him, grinning wickedly at Amy’s ‘hey!’

“Sonic, give it back!” Amy exclaimed, making a grab for it. Sonic merely held it higher.

“Sure! If you can get it,” he taunted, moving it out of her grasp when she reached up again.

“You’re so mean! Give it back!” the pink hedgehog repeated, stepping on his toes to keep him still and give herself a bit more height. Sonic yanked his foot away, causing her to yelp and stumble into his chest. He grasped her with his free hand, holding her close to make sure she didn’t hurt herself. He set her upright before sticking his tongue out and sprinting away.

“Come and get it Ames!” he called, a heart-stopping smile plastered across his stupid face (in Amy’s opinion).

“Oh you’re gonna get it today!” she yelled, dashing after him. “Sonic!”

Sonic grinned when he saw her scramble in his direction, quickly picking up speed. He increased his pace ever so slightly, maintaining a few feet between them. “Now this feels familiar!” he teased, running backward.

“Is this what you wanted?” Amy’s face showed pure disbelief and incredulity. Sonic only blew a raspberry in response. “You sneaky hedgehog!” Amy laughed.

“Whuh-oh, there’s a girl chasing me!” Sonic cried, mock terror displayed on his features.

“Oh Sooooniiiiiic! Come here my darling~” Amy called behind him, starting to catch up.

“No way!” he replied, speeding up and turning towards the downhill direction of the lake.

“Aw come on! I just wanna hug you~”

“Can’t do that if you can’t catch me!”

“Don’t you wanna get maaaarriiiiied?? We should go on a date!” Amy fluttered her eyelashes at him, making kissy faces.

“Can’t make me!”

Amy snorted. “Pretty sure I did.”

“Did not.”

“Did too.”

“Did not.”

Amy huffed, half-laughing, half-exasperated, wondering if he’d ever let her catch him. They were running full tilt along the lakeshore now, the stony ground skipping under their feet.

The wind picked up.

Amy thought for a second.

”Oh Sonic~!”

Sonic glanced back at her, grinning.

Amy grinned right back.

And then—

“Can I kiss you?”

Sonic stumbled.

Hard.

That was all she needed.

She pounced on him, sending them both tumbling down the path. Amy opened the eyes that she had squeezed shut, scanning around quickly for the stolen object. Upon locating it, she snatched it up and put her hands down to push herself up. Though her hands found squishy flesh rather than rugged pebbles. Sonic groaned beneath her, a gloved hand running down his face. “Dude, that was unfair.”

Amy pushed herself to a sitting position atop his stomach, pinning him down. She walked her fingers up his chest, watching his eyes widen and ears flatten. “A-Amy?” She only smiled, moving her face almost nose to nose with his. Watching his every reaction, she planted a kiss right on the top of his nose with an exaggerated ‘mwah!’

“Don’t be so attractive and maybe I won’t want to tackle you,” she grinned with the same shit-eating energy Sonic had been displaying earlier.

“Amy…” Sonic muttered, his quills flaring up beneath him. He looked aside, avoiding her eyes. Amy dropped the book and swung her legs to align with his, resting her body atop his. Sonic only appeared more and more flustered with every movement, yet made no effort to push her off.

“Sooo, does this mean I finally caught you?” she teased, resting her face on her hands and her elbows on his chest.

“You cheated,” he deadpanned, staring at her in the eye. From this proximity, Amy noticed the evident coloration in his cheeks.

“Nah. Call it a tactical loophole,” she shrugged, twirling her quills around her finger innocently.

“You’re insufferable.”

“Learned from the best!”

Amy finally decided to show mercy on the poor hedgehog, hopping up and offering her hand to help him up too. He took it and she yanked him to his feet, dusting off his body.

“How do you manage to get this much stuck in your quills?” she complained, pulling out pebbles from the small spaces between each blade.

“You don’t?”

“No!” Amy gestured to her shoulder-length quills. “They’re not even long enough.”

“Fair,” Sonic nodded. He thought for a moment. “Have you ever thought about growing them out? You’ve had short quills as long as I’ve known you.”

“Not really,” Amy answered honestly. “I don’t use mine as weapons like you, and shorter quills are easy to manage.”

Her breath caught in her throat when Sonic reached a hand out and tentatively pushed it out of her face. She stayed as still as a statue, feeling the heat growing on her cheeks, almost certain she resembled a tomato.

“It looks good. Y’know…the short quills,” Sonic smiled softly, shyly. The redder tinge of his cheeks hadn’t fully faded yet from Amy pinning him down.

“O-Oh,” Amy’s brain blue-screened. Words were not a viable option for her anymore, apparently. “Th-Thank you!”

She looked to her side, still blushing and smiling. Sonic looked to other way, a hand behind his head.

A bit of an awkward silence, both unsure what to say.

“Um…the food’s kinda unattended,” Amy said slowly, flicking her eyes in Sonic’s direction. His own emerald eyes met them. He clicked his tongue in agreement.

“Right, it’s not gonna eat itself!” he exclaimed, stretching his limbs. He gathered Amy up into his arms and sped off to the summit again.

—

Sonic sat against a boulder, contentedly munching on a chili dog while Amy furiously scribbled and erased at her paper. He tried to peek over but Amy slammed the book against her chest.

“Don’t look! I’m not done!”

Sonic snorted, licking a bit of sauce off his thumb. “You always say that. I’m starting to think you’re drawing embarrassing stuff of me.”

Amy scoffed, flipping to a fresh page. “Please. If I was doing that, I’d make your head way bigger.”

She paused. Her pencil hovered, then dropped lightly onto the page. “Just can’t get it right. Your expressions are hard to pin down.” Her voice was light, but something in it just barely wavered.

Sonic blinked, studying his companion.

Amy kept her eyes on the page. “I always think it looks okay while I’m drawing, but then I look again and it just… doesn’t feel like you. Maybe I’m just not good at this yet.”

That made Sonic snort.

“Ames, what are you on?”

Amy blinked at him, startled by the sudden bite of his tone—then saw he wasn’t annoyed—more like bewilderment. Like she’d said the most backwards thing in the world.

“You’re awesome at it,” he stated like it was a fact, not a compliment. “You always have this look on your face—y’know, the one where your brain’s racing your hand? That’s the face of someone who knows what they’re doing.” He leaned back again, tapping the boulder behind him with his fingers. “Whatever you’re sketching, I bet it’s better than anything I could dream up. So quit bellyaching and lemme see it already.”

Amy smiled embarrassedly, biting her lip.

“Okay,” she murmured. She flipped the notebook in his direction so he could see. She pursed her lips and blinked, staring at him for a reaction. Quickly she continued blabbering, “I don’t usually draw action poses so like-”

“Dude are you kidding? This is sick!” Amy watched the boy’s face light up. She peered back at the drawing: both of them in the heat of battle with Amy covering badniks on ground and Sonic those up in the air. “And you totally nailed my smile!”

Sonic hopped up and hit the pose Amy had drawn, except that he was carefully holding his beloved chili dog so it wouldn’t fall. Amy giggled happily. “See?” he said. “On. point.”

”Oh Sonic, you’re always so supportive of me,” Amy mused as Sonic returned to his spot next to her. “…You’re really sweet, you know that? Always acting so nonchalant but you’re always there, cheering me on, believing in me…even when I don’t.” Amy pulled at the pages absentmindedly.

“I don’t think I say thank you enough,” she finally said, looking over at him. Sonic blinked at her for a second, then gently flicked her forehead.

“Are you kidding?” he said with an unamused expression. “Practically everything you do is a thank you—if there’s anybody I know who pours their heart out into making sure everyone feels appreciated and valued, it’s you Amy.”

“I’m not looking for compliments Sonic, I was simply saying tha-”

“Besides all I’m really doing is returning the favor anyway,” he interrupted her. “You forgetting that you’ve always been my #1 supporter?” he poked at her shoulder teasingly. This garnered another cute little blush from Amy as she looked away sheepishly.

She leaned on his shoulder as a comfortable silence settled on the two, as Amy quietly kept sketching and Sonic simply relaxed and enjoyed the serene sky and idyllic weather.

“Thanks Sonic.”

“Anytime, Ames.”

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[dimeadozencows]

I'M LOSING MY SHIT OVER YOUR RAMB ART. LIKE IT'S THE PERFECT MIX OF COMICAL AND DEEPLY TRAGIC MAN AND I REALLY LIKE IT. I'm taking your art and running with it thank you very much for your contribution to my insanity

Well buckle up buddy boy cus I'm not even close to being done

That's exactly it! He's so goofy both cus he wants to be and also he's just naturally.. like that, but he's also incredibly tragic to the point where it's almost jarring??

First time players (me) who didn't play the sword game and saw him petrified next to a random pippins who's roasting the HELL out of him just... What is going on?? He was nice and made funny faces... He's completely alone? His job was given to him to get rid of him?? No one likes his jokes?? No one will care that he died??? Other darkners from different dark fountains are fine cus they felt like they belonged but he's... stone?........ He... loved us..?

Inside he was probably stone already...? (Most obvious depression metaphor in a Toby fox game ever) But also his every other expression is that fuckass smug cat face. "How about the usual?" On his first day on the stand. Like that older family member who was so funny and nice to you when you were younger- then you grew up and learned just how horrible his life is.

I went off but you get what I mean??? God damnit. I'm so happy I managed to get this across in my posts about him!! With these kinda characters (I'm mainly thinking of sans atm) there's a delicate balance between the silliness and the tragedy that if one overshadows the other their unique personality gets lost. A lot of us Undertale veterans are guilty of this with sans, myself included, so that's why I'm so happy you feel like I did him justice :]

Thank you for the kind words! I'm always up to worsen people's obsessions <333 here's a ramb I drew on my phone in two minutes, felt cute might petrify later