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"Your quills are a mess. Let me brush them." Fio will NOT take no for an answer btw get groomed idiot

"Fi, c'mon--"

But she yanks on his quills and he stumbles back right where she wants him. "Yow! Hey!"

It's no use. He sighs, and then sits still while she picks through his quills. There's probably plants and sticks and bugs in there.

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"I don't want you to fix me." Fio feeling XTRA SPICY

"I'm not making you do anything!" Sonic rolls his eyes. Sheesh, what's she getting pissy with him for?

"These are your choices, girl. What, are you trying to reach in my head and rearrange MY brain to your liking? 'Course not."

Would she, if she could? Who knows.

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༘⋆｡ where it hurts starters.

caretaker.

i'll  stay  until  you  fall  asleep.

you're  not  a  burden.  not  to  me.

you  don't  have  to  act  tough  with  me.

let  me  help.

if  you  need  to  cry,  i'll  look  the  other  way.

you  don't  have  to  talk.

let  me  handle  it,  just  for  a  minute.

rest,  i'll  watch  over  you.

i  don't  care  if  you  think  you're  fine.  i'm  staying.

deep  breaths.

just  lean  on  me.

you're  safe  now,  okay?  just  breathe.

i  know  it  hurts.  i'll  sit  here  as  long  as  it  takes.

i'm  not  leaving  until  i  know  you're  okay.

you  don't  need  to  hide.

let  me  take  care  of  you  this  time.

shh.  i'm  right  here.

you  don't  have  to  put  on  a  smile  for  me.

i  don't  think  less  of  you.

i'll  be  here  when  you  wake  up.

you're  allowed  to  lean  on  me.  that's  what  i'm  here  for.

you  don't  have  to  be  okay.

scoot  over,  i'm  not  letting  you  sleep  alone.

your  hair's  a  mess.  let  me  brush  it.

don't  apologize.

cared  for.

i'm  tired,  that's  all.

please  don't  go.

i  don't  know  what  i  need.

you  didn't  need  to  come.

you  shouldn't  have  to  see  me  like  this.

i  hate  feeling  like  this.

i  was  trying  to  push  through.  i  think  i  made  it  worse.

this  is  so  embarrassing.

can  you  just...  stay  a  little  longer?

i  didn't  think  anyone  would  notice...

i'm  not  safe  in  my  own  head  right  now.

why  are  you  being  so  gentle  with  me?

i  don't  want  you  to  fix  me.

today's  just...  one  of  the  harder  days.

i  didn't  know  i  needed  to  hear  that.

can  you  stay?  after  i  fall  asleep?

sorry.  i  didn't  mean  to  flinch.

i  don't  always  know  what's  going  to  help.

this  is  the  nicest  anyone’s  been  to  me  all  week.

i'm  sorry.  i  know  i'm  a  lot.

i  don't  even  know  why  i'm  crying...

i  think  i'm  broken.

you  didn't  have  to  do  all  this  for  me.

i  don't  want  to  be  a  burden.

i  didn't  think  anyone  would  stay.

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☕Terry!

"Hey. You heard him, stop it."

She's gotten in the middle of an argument, physically stepping in between her friend Wilson and his mother. His mother who keeps calling him the wrong name, keeps insisting he's going to wake up as a completely different person any day now, all because of her great wizardry. One of the great heroes, supposed to come alive in his mind. What a joke.

Wilson blinks, angry tears still in his eyes. His mother glares at the interruption.

"Who are YOU to--"

"He. Said. Stop. This is Wilson. Respect that!"

"I didn't raise him to be some nobody!"

"I don't care. How awful can you be to look at your own son and scream at him for not being somebody else? Wilson is a good man, a good friend, and a better wizard than you!"

His mother inhaled to shriek again, but flinched when Terry's gauntlet clanked against the hilt of her sword.

Her voice was a dangerous, quiet hiss. "You need to leave."

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's h i v e r i n g' with Pumpkin and Umbrage (either Umbrage) this dumbass probably fell somewhere in the icelands

At this point, when the little icy Vulpix comes to find him, he knows that means nothing good.

Did Pumpkin forget his glasses? Was he trying to see if he could go without them? Or was it not vision related at all and merely recklessness? Or bad luck?

Ugh, did it really matter? The result was the same.

This Umbrage did not grow up in the cold. He'd come here shivering in what he could grab on the way out. A coat, but not a hat or thicker gloves.

It gives him a twinge of guilt when he's not surprised or shocked at all to find Pumpkin hurt again. Just...annoyed. That he can love this boy with all his heart, and he'll still get himself messed up doing something stupid. For the hundredth time.

"Sheesh."

But he kneels down to pick up Pumpkin, cold and bloody and half-conscious.

"You need to stop doing things like this..."

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BLINDSIDED. Umbrage

send BLINDSIDED for a scene from my muse's past in which they were betrayed or shocked by what someone did

Little tiny child Umbrage bites into the rice cake he stole from his sister's plate and recoils, gasping, at the BIG SPICY attacking his tongue.

"GAH! TOO HOT!"

Mary laughed while he howled. "Wasabi! Serves you right, stealing my food all the time!"

"WATER!"

"I'll get some, hang on, ya big baby!"

"YOU SUCK!"

"No, you!"

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☕Cornflower

Pushed to the brink, a young man running on a lack of sleep and a heart full of grief.

He had put the world's fussiest baby to bed, cleaned up after dinner (the dinner he had made, by the way), comforted Sunny when he had trouble sleeping, and checked on the baby Yet Again. He was about to go to bed when his twin brother asked him for something--his twin, who never needs anything from him and shouldn't start right now of all times--and he snapped.

"I want a fucking BREAK, Rosewater!" Snarling, teeth, bags under his eyes.

"Hey, calm down--"

"Shut up! Let me sleep! Why did they have to die and leave me with this mess?! I want--I want--"

And he breaks into tears, guilty and feeling sick. What are his little brothers going to think if they hear him? He doesn't hate them, he doesn't, this isn't their fault. Their parents are gone and he's not coping at all.

"I, I'm sorry, I just... I don't mean it..." He choked. "I'm tired, I'm--I'm s-sorry..."

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SWOONED. Liberty

send SWOONED for a scene from my muse's past in which they were infatuated with someone

A little younger, maybe ten or so, trailing behind her parents on a visit to Angel Island. There was Knuckles, of course, and Sonic and Amy were talking to him and catching up. How have you been, how are the kids, did anything exciting happen, etc.

But Liberty was not listening, because standing next to Knuckles was the most gorgeous woman she has ever seen.

"Then it exploded!" Amy shook her head, finishing her story on what Tails did last week. "We still haven't found all the pieces."

Rouge laughed. "He hasn't changed, huh? Oh, by the way, who's the little one?"

The lady is talking about her! Oh my gosh! Her brain short circuited and she shouted before her parents could answer.

"HIYOU'REVERYPRETTY!"

She still hasn't lived it down.

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's h i v e r i n g' with 3H!Jean and Ashwin! Little lion cub ran away from home and got lost

"Ashwin! Where are you, Ashwin?!"

Jean was not one for emotion. But right now, she's frantic. Her little nephew is missing. His mother was practically ripping the castle apart looking for him, crying and yelling for her baby.

So Jean was searching outside in the castle grounds instead, boots crunching the snow and her breath fogging the air. Ashwin was only three, he couldn't have gotten too far. He was strong, not fast.

She rounded a corner and saw something pale gold in the snow. She didn't have a heart to beat, but if she did it would have stopped.

"Ashwin!"

The little lion cub was sitting in the snow, his expression dazed when he looked up at her. Still conscious, but he wasn't shivering like he should be...

"Come here." Scooping him up in her arms, Jean brushed the snow off of him wherever she could reach. "Your mother is worried."

He made a little confused noise. "Hi, Aunt Jean. It's cold..."

"Yes." She sighed in relief. "Let's go inside."

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Liberty for the scars meme? owo?

Does she have any scars?

For an answer, she takes off her right shoe. On the bottom of her foot, in the middle of the arch, there's a jagged round scar where no fur grows.

"I stepped on something pointy when I was a kid. I think it was a screw or a nail on the floor in my uncle's workshop?"

A lack of caution is something she's had all her life! Hubris!

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☕ Jean

"What is it with men coming in the shop and flirting with me?"

Is it a genuine question or an exasperated rhetorical question? Yes. She taps her foot with a huff.

"It's a flower shop. They're clearly buying flowers for SOMEONE out there! We both know this, and yet!"

Most customer are normal and fine! Just. Not everybody. The first few times she was taken aback; it was a very new thing. After that?

"It's tiresome."

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“How could you be so stupid?!” With your choice

Sonic chuckles. "I know, I know. Nice to see you too."

Yep, it's Frontiers again!

It's the alternate ending, where he brings his friends right back from the void they just rescued him from, at the cost of once again risking his body and soul to the creeping cold of the red corruption.

It will be held off, for a time. But for how long?

"I'll just have to outrun it."

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Send ☕ for my muse to rant about something in character

(Bonus: Add + *a topic* for my muse to rant about a specific topic)

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send me   ‘ s h i v e r i n g ‘    for your muse to find mine out in the middle of nowhere on a frigid winter’s day, half frozen and struggling to stay warm….

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[IGNORES] with Pumpkin and Cornflower? Your brothers being stupid again corn boy

[IGNORES] The sender ignores the pain and carries on as if nothing happened.

Cornflower has a lot to keep track of. Five brothers to feed, a house to clean, and any of the little to big emergencies that pop up in between. Rosewater is still recovering from nearly starving out in the wilds, and can't help physically yet. Corn doesn't mind--he's alive and home and that's all that matters.

"Pinion got lost, scared me half to death, but the security corps found him," he muttered to himself, chopping away yet again at veggies for that night's dinner, "he just wandered out to the fields to see the birds...Sunny's out with his boyfriend, Harlequin's still working, Rosy is in bed..."

A brief pause, brows furrowed and the knife resting on the cutting board. "What was Pumpkin doing...? I think he said he'd be home around now..."

His internal clock was correct. He heard the front door open and shut. A call and response as the out of sight brother walks in, is that you Pumpkin, yes Cornflower it's me.

Pumpkin stepped into the kitchen. "I need a washcloth."

Cornflower set down the knife, grabbed the damp cloth on the counter, and tossed it Pumpkin's way without missing a beat. Chop chop chop.

"Before you sit down," Corn said, finally looking up, "can you set the table--?"

He looks up and Pumpkin is cleaning blood off of his face.

"Yeah, I can--"

"YOU'RE BLEEDING!"

"Do you want me to set the table, or not?

"Shut up, sit, and let me patch you up!"

"I've got it, Cornflower--"

"I SAID SIT!"

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Tender touches with Sunny and Umbrage

14. absentmindedly playing with mine’s fingers.

They're taking a rare moment to just sit and be together. His job is all day, and Sunny has to work late so often...

But not tonight. Now the two are sitting on the beach, side by side, watching the evening sun turn orange over the gentle ocean waves. Their hands are resting in the sand, near and not yet touching.

"I-I don't know how to swim," Sunny was saying, "but...I like the water. Is th-that strange?"

Umbrage made a noncommittal noise with a shrug. "No. I didn't learn to swim either. No point in the Icelands."

"Ah, I get it." Sunny chuckled. "Y-You'd freeze."

Umbrage nodded, a short breath through his nose for a faint laugh.

"Yes." He slides his hand through the sand to find Yellow's, feeling the gritty sand and the warm hand underneath. "But it's not cold here. Not with you."

"I, uh, um, gee...I really don't have a-anything to do with the weather."

Another snort. "You're cute..."

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'you were asleep/unconscious/comatose' prompts

"So, you're finally awake."

"Good of you to join us."

"They don't know you're awake yet. Stay down."

"Oh my god. [Name]? Hi, [name]?"

"Get up. Now."

"I'm not leaving you here. GET UP."

"Hi. How are you feeling?"

"Sleep okay?"

"You know there are, like, actual beds here. You didn't have to take the floor."

"Relax. Nothing happened."

"Thirsty?"

"Can you hear me?"

"How'd you sleep?"

"You absolute fucking idiot."

"How could you be so stupid?"

"You were pretty out of it."

"Relax. We're safe here."

"We're not there yet. Go back to sleep."

"We're about halfway."

"You're on next watch."

"Up and at 'em. We have activity."

"You wanted me to wake you if [x], right? Well, [x]."