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[shinjisdone]

Adding to that: When not using prompts, please be specific and detailed in the request you want!

Requests and Asks open until the 4th of July! ~1.000 followers special~

although I don't know how many of my followers are bots lol

Still, really missed to write and wanted to open requests for a long time now. Thanks for sticking in my realm for so long lol

The rules:

Only SFW asks.

I can write platonic and romantic.

I am fine writing while giving details about the character or scenario but please keep it short when possible.

Specifiy if you want a scenario, short or headcanons.

When choosing prompts from the lists I will link, please specify which list and which number of the prompt. Up to two prompts from the same list is possible.

I am most comfortable writing gender-neutral but female or AFAB is fine too. I am not as confident in writing for males or AMAB.

I am open to Yandere requests.

When choosing a character romantically, I will write the reader to be in their age range.

Young/minor characters can ONLY be platonic. I do not age anyone up.

Added: Two characters per request.

What I do not do:

Write children for a Yandere request.

Pregnancy.

Religion or religious context.

Mental health or disabilities since I am not confident in accurately protraying them.

Drugging,

Dubious content.

The fandoms and characters I write for [main]:

Vinland Saga (S1 + S2!Thorfinn, Einar, Askeladd, Canute, Arnheid) [anime only]

Twisted Wonderland (Everyone except NRC staff and Grim, Cheeka and Ortho) ('Female!MC + Friends' series can be requested too.

Lies of P (P, Carlo, Romeo, Sophia) [I do not know anything of Overture, please do not send anyhting of it)

Characters I like but ocassionally think about [sub]:

Alucard (Hellsing)

Glitchy Red (Pokepasta + Hypno's Lullaby)

Jujutsu Kaisen: Gojo, Choso

TGAAC + TGAAC2: Barok van Zieks (my beloved)

DR2: Nagito Komaeda

Sonic the Hedgehog, Shadow the hedgehog (games + movies) [Platonic only, romance only hinted at]

The prompts:

Masterlist is here

The Yandere prompts are here (created by @yanderes-galore)

The Fluff prompts are here (credit to @sunprompts)

The Protective prompts are here (credit to @soulprompts)

Added: Yandere Alphabet (two letters at most per request) (credit @dear-yandere)

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Helloo, i saw that your request’s open! I hope my request won’t tire you out, but can you do the overblot boys x fem reader (headcanons) who never said “I/me?” Like no, they won’t say “I just finished eating” or “can you help me?”, they would always say “[their name]/she just finished eating” or “can you help [their name]/her?”. Basically third person point of view. That’s weird, but i do this sometimes and idk why :D thanks btw! Have a great daaay <33

Sorry, I unfortunately don't understand what you mean? Thinking of headcanons about that seems quite difficult too.

I also added the rule that two characters at max can be requested per request or else it'll be too much.

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Requests and Asks open until the 4th of July! ~1.000 followers special~

although I don't know how many of my followers are bots lol

Still, really missed to write and wanted to open requests for a long time now. Thanks for sticking in my realm for so long lol

The rules:

Only SFW asks.

I can write platonic and romantic.

I am fine writing while giving details about the character or scenario but please keep it short when possible.

Specifiy if you want a scenario, short or headcanons.

When choosing prompts from the lists I will link, please specify which list and which number of the prompt. Up to two prompts from the same list is possible.

I am most comfortable writing gender-neutral but female or AFAB is fine too. I am not as confident in writing for males or AMAB.

I am open to Yandere requests.

When choosing a character romantically, I will write the reader to be in their age range.

Young/minor characters can ONLY be platonic. I do not age anyone up.

Added: Two characters per request.

What I do not do:

Write children for a Yandere request.

Pregnancy.

Religion or religious context.

Mental health or disabilities since I am not confident in accurately protraying them.

Drugging,

Dubious content.

The fandoms and characters I write for [main]:

Vinland Saga (S1 + S2!Thorfinn, Einar, Askeladd, Canute, Arnheid) [anime only]

Twisted Wonderland (Everyone except NRC staff and Grim, Cheeka and Ortho) ('Female!MC + Friends' series can be requested too.

Lies of P (P, Carlo, Romeo, Sophia) [I do not know anything of Overture, please do not send anyhting of it)

Characters I like but ocassionally think about [sub]:

Alucard (Hellsing)

Glitchy Red (Pokepasta + Hypno's Lullaby)

Jujutsu Kaisen: Gojo, Choso

TGAAC + TGAAC2: Barok van Zieks (my beloved)

DR2: Nagito Komaeda

Sonic the Hedgehog, Shadow the hedgehog (games + movies) [Platonic only, romance only hinted at]

The prompts:

Masterlist is here

The Yandere prompts are here (created by @yanderes-galore)

The Fluff prompts are here (credit to @sunprompts)

The Protective prompts are here (credit to @soulprompts)

Added: Yandere Alphabet (two letters at most per request) (credit @dear-yandere)

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exciting news 💀

Solo character songs have been announced! 7 featuring the dorm leaders will be released over the course of July 2025.

There will be new OB transformation animations added into the game soon.

There seems to be a new event with Cater and Chip and Dale?? He seems to be serving fast food too… maybe he’s working at a diner?

OB Idia card incoming, fellas 😭

The next part of the main story is book 7.5, NOT 8!!

Another main story campaign to incentivize players to read through it.

More Blazing Jewel merch announced!!

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im binging avatar facts by xiran jay zhao again and zuko wont leave my head

like

let him and iroh run into an citizen of the earth kingdom and get stuck together in stupid shenanigans

you try to get along until you find out theyre both from the fire nation and part of the royal family too

cue fights and s1 and s2 zuko demanding respect since he is a prince and the earth kingdom is under his family siege (iroh tries to reign him in)

yall hate each other but are stuck (for some plot reason) before it turns out your parent fled the fire nation and started a family with your other parent from the earth kingdom

and unfortunately for you, you arent a earth bender or no bender at atll, but inhereted the fire bending from your one parent

zuko thinks what the hell are you angry about. were frm the same place. you could live there

and you hate that part about yourself and iroh may try to teach it to you since you hid from a young age and are therefore untrained

and yall slowly bond together and zuko's like uh oh maybe fire nation and fire bending aint so cool after all but thats just zutara in a trenchcoat

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The Potential of Yandere Nagito Komaeda

So, I played Danganronpa 1. It was really fucked up and really good. But somehow it made me NOT want to play 2+3 for some reason, Im getting too impatient for VNs nowadays lol but I REALLY got stuck on Komaeda. I know ppl call him yandere already (and some hate that hes associated with it) but he got such a unique twisted mind and obsession on hope that I can't help but think of him.

Analysing(?) the potential of Yandere Nagito and his connection to his obsession with hope and his Ultimate Luck.

TW: cursing, murder, self-harm, self-depracation, obsession, objectification, suicide, spoilers for DGR 2 and case 5, yandere behaviour

Nagito is a special case when it comes to a Yandere and thats due to the fundamental beliefs and state that define him:

A general mental unstability due to trauma.

His usage but also hatred towards his own talent, Ultimate Luck, due to the trauma.

A lack of empathy.

Constant lying.

Distancing himself from others while longing for stability and love.

His obsession with hope and gambling with his talent to gain ultimate hope no matter how.

His own insane amount of good and bad luck has defined his life. A loss of family and close ties in return for freedom and wealth. A terminal illness though he survives longer than the average person.

It makes Nagito believe he doesn't deserve anything. Any good thing follows a terrible one and vice versa. There's a constant need to force himself to see the bright side of things, to be proud of his talent but the truth is that he barely has any control over his own life.

The only thing he can do to cope is to close off any negative emotions or reactions and vehemently believe in and obsess over hope - thinking that there will always be light on his dark road. He may not have any parents anymore but for that he is now free. He, undeserving as he is, is allowed to attend Hope's Peak but ended up in a killing game.

But that's it, isn't it? The despair of it all may seem suffocating but if he endures and believes long enough, his good luck will come to rescue him and bring hope again!

What's the point of fearing anything when he got his own personal karma system by default? Why fear his own sickness and mortality, when he can cling unto hope until his very last moments instead?

Unfortunately, his luck hasn't made him popular with others.

Even when some of his good luck affects others, they're never keen on befriending him.

It's fine though and completely understandable! He is trash! Scum like him doesn't deserve a single friend, especially someone talented!

But as much as he reasons the distance of others due to his own worthlessness, Nagito knows that it's because he struggles to connect to anyone. He doesn't really get a lot of cues, jokes or any sarcasm. People don't hang around for too long no matter which response or action he takes, even those he thinks would be a good ice breaker in the moment. Even when he tries compliments, which is often added to his self-deprication, the others always seem to take it as an insult. It's tough, but Nagito made peace with the fact that he is just that terrible. Why would and should anyone understand trash like him?

So, he often finds himself lying. At times it comes naturally since he knows direct and brutal honesty might scare someone away, and other times it just is convinient. Oh, but he has no intention to be a filthy liar! When someone asks, he always reveals his lie.

Besides....they could get the short end of the stick due to his luck. Get struck by lightning, fall down the stairs, or get crushed by a meteorite...they could be gone in a second, just like his parents.

The only thing he can be sure of, and what the puts his faith in, is hope.

The world can be cruel, and people forcing despair to take over in this killing game, are even crueler. But no matter what, hope always returns, always wins! Ultimates such as his dear classmates will have no problem defeating that ugly despair, that ugly Junko, no matter what! He knows it!

So, let him be a stepping stone. The ladder they can all climb on and then abandon as they reach the top and end the game! It would be an honor to be of help to those who will bring hope.

No, its not only an honor. It's fate.

With all this in mind...there are several interesting ways for him to not only obsess over hope but also over you.

To get any kind of attention from Nagito, you'd first have to willingly talk to him.

It doesn't need to be anything in particular. You do not need to be kind and soft, direct and open, harsh or mean. Seek him out and he will notice how you are the only who keeps coming back to him.

He silently appreciates the attention. To know someone asks for his well-being, wonders where he might be or wants to hear his input.

Even if you are bit of the meaner side, he woudn't mind. Point out how his responses come off as weird, offensive or thoughtless and he'd agree! Yes, scum like him is just terrible but hey, here! Please accept his apology!

As long as you don't dislike or bully him, he keeps on being social and polite to you.

Things only go deeper once the killing game starts.

What an awful situation everyone is in! However, if we all work together, we will not give into despair!

Nagito would notice you in a positive way if you had a similiar role to Hajime.

(Here might come my own headcanons as an ace attorney fan...) In fact, if you were the Utimate Defense Lawyer, you already scored jackpot with Nagito. As a lawyer, you'd of course had to find the truth to end the class trial AND to defend someone who was innocent - that was what your intuition at least told you.

Finding the true culprit while believing in someone else...that takes an immense amount of selflessness and hope to put into someone! You could lose your life and endanger the lives of the others but you still choose hope out of your own free will! And why? Because that's just how you are.

It's a shock to Nagito but equally fascinating. An Ultimate such as you...of course you'd have to have hope! Or else you wouldn't be worthy of your talent!

So, after the trial, Nagito will be frozen at the spot when you come to speak to him.

It can be about anything but his silence and widened eyes concern you for a moment.

"Wow...! You solved the class trial in such an inspiring way and still decide to come back to talk to garbage like me?!"

Immediately he began laughing as if you told a joke and grabbed your hand, shaking it with both of his. "It must be my lucky day that I got stuck in this game with someone like you!"

His on-and-off behaviour is confusing. The guy you barely know seems so overjoyed everytime he sees you, so selflessly open and nice and always willing to help you in any kind of investigation or when exploring the island.

It's just such a convinient way to stay close to you and observe you! What else are you like? Does your talent bring out such hope in you? Are you like that in other, safer situations? Nagito is dying to know!

And when you keep on being nice to him...it brings in so much hope in his heart!

Of course, Nagito revealed how nuts he is in the beginning. So, it's not likely that you approach or hang around him to be his friend.

You keep on being polite and civil with him at best but Nagito takes each nice gesture to heart. Any request to hang out, any (reluctant) agreement to have him stick around and chat or be your 'sidekick', any kindess towards him - like bringing him food you remembered he liked and feeding him ever so gently when he was tied up - each of these things just make his opinion of you skyrocket!

These feelings intensify when you defend him in a class trial. Suspicion of murder could be placed on him and even if it lasts only for a few arguements, the fact that you put such faith in him that he isn't a killer (which he well could be!) just makes him squeeze in glee.

"Oh....ngnhn...ha..haha, ahahahha! You believe in me? Aha, all the evidence points to me but you put your faith in me? I'm the worst but you defend me! Oh, it's the accumilation of hope, a peak only you could achieve!"

It's not like in a sense that he's delusional and thinks you're doing these things because you love him - no, in fact, that thought would never cross him mind. A worthless insect like him can't be loved unconditionally. His parents didn't seem to love him so, nor can anyone really stand him and if there was potentially someone, they'd just be scared away by his ultimate bad luck.

No, it's not love. It's...admiration. Objectification.

Fixating all that he loves about hope in you.

Somehow...that makes him admire you more than anything he had ever admired before.

You ARE hope. There is an unshackling belief in you that no matter what, you won't give up. You won't give into despair and will fight even when you have no clue on what to do.

Nagito is a waste of space and air...but there is this inkling in the back of his head that makes him think you and him are the same.

Equals.

You'd understand him, right? He understands you. He understands the hope that dwells within you, the wish for it to win and to end the game.

Let him help then. Let him be your ladder, your sidekick in this story, this stepping stone of achieving the purest form of hope.

Nagito won't say it. He might shower you in these weird strings of praises, worship the ground you walk on and stick by you as if he physically is a part of you but he won't ever say that he plans to achieve hope with you.

"It stinks that I can't really control my talent like you can...I don't know when something will strike me as good or bad luck. But...I know, for certain that my ultimate good luck brought me to you. Maybe it affected you and got you into this killing game instead! Still...I can't be grateful enough. You...you are everything and...I don't ever want you to lose that! Everything that you are, you've got to keep it! You are the hope I always strife for...my luck finally brought me to you! Therefore...I've got to do everything to make sure nothing the both of us did ever goes to waste. You'll see."

It is a pain - is an understatement.

Nagito is quiet most of the time. But when he speaks and intervenes, he's the loudest of the group.

His clinginess and obsession with you is not something he hides and his brutal honesty (when he's not lying) is so off-putting, the other contestants can't help but notice.

The nicer ones would be concerned with you. Are you sure you're okay? Nagito sounds like a stalker, a weirdo guy who desperately wants to be your friend. He, like, talks about you like a servant talks about their majesty.

Those that disliked him from the start only have more reason to dislike him more. In trials, no one is open-minded enough to believe him or give him a chance. In fact, the trials consist more of insults than detective work (much to the annoyance of Monokuma).

It adds fuel to the fire when you have to step in and prove that Nagito is innocent. It just makes him more fixated on you!

However...that doesn't mean that their words don't sting.

"Who says it wasn't Nagito, huh? The guy was ready to kill Byakuya for his weird hope fetish! He'd more than enough willing to mess up everything! He's a nutcase, a weirdo and a stalker!"

"Huh? Stalker? I don't go to such lengths...we all are cottage neighbors anyway, how could I stalk?" Nagito brushed off Akane's accusation, more perplexed than insulted.

"Don't lie," Kazuichi added, "You cannot not be aware how absolutely...fucked up in yer head yer are! You harass them constantly and cling to 'em like a koala! And in the trials you always try to stir things up to get their attention! Dude, if we weren't on an island, you'd be charged with more accounts than we can count!"

Nagito awkwardly laughs it all off. C'mon, that's not...he's stupid and ugly and useless and terrible...but his friends can't see him as some crazy stalker, right?

It would sting the most if people like Mikan were to agree. She understands a lack of attention, affection and love. She understands having no one. And yet she speaks like them, too.

"...I-I...can't say what's right here but...I don't know if its healthy."

She has taken care of him. Has heard what he mumbles in his sleep, the way he laughs and talks about you. It's scary.

"So, maybe...yeah, in a way, you are fucked up, N-Nagito."

Hm?

What? Him? Fucked up in the head?

How can he be? It's all for hope and...for you.

For everyone. He can't be bad. Can't be desperate for you and the hope you represent.

He can't be. You'd agree, right?

It's the final step.

As he plants the bombs, he is almost giddy.

The final step, the thing that will turn the tide and force the traitor to come out.

Yet you...weren't fond of his idea.

It depends on how much Nagito thinks you are like him if he decides to tell you of his plan. Not if he trusts you.

He does, he believes so! But he also knows that he believes more in hope than the others, including you.

So, if he does tell you, he'd think you'd agree!

Once you don't, tell him how terrible that all is...he'd be so disappoined.

Really? You? You don't agree to capture the traitor, end the game and let hope win? Weren't you hope?

What a pain...now he needs to tie you up or something, so you don't go telling the others. At least long enough until the bombs themselves explode.

Don't worry! Nagito won't be rough and kidnap you to a safe location!

The room is clean and comfortable as he feeds you. It's the least he can do after all everything you did for him! It's a shame though it had to come to this...you're all alone, tied up with ducttape.

"Haha, isn't this funny? Now I'm the one feeding you! All tied up, too. Kind of ironic, huh? But don't worry, this won't last long! Once the first bomb goes off in the lobby, I'll come straight here to get you!" He tells you to open your mouth as he feeds you your favorite meal. Though as calm as he seemed, a dark glint passed his eyes. "It's a real shame. I thought you'd understand but you're just another disappointment. The traitor would just have to come out, is all. But people like you just make things unnecessarily difficult."

Of course, he plans all this after finding out the truth. There is a high chance of his opinion of you changing as well, especially if you lack the determination to do everything for hope, but...you are so close, so alike, that he cannot not use you as means to achieve hope. He can't deny your talent, your strength and he doens't want to. Part of him doesn't want to dismiss you like he does to the others.

Maybe you will understand soon. It's unlikely but hey, he can't give up hope, right?

"You can finish it after this is all over." He gives you the calmest smile you've seen on him, "In some way, we are alike, right? A part of you must understand me."

You are truly scared of Nagito now.

Before all that it was...unnerving, unsafe and uncomfortable...

At times you can find it in your heart to empathize. He'd switch around between pleasant and insane. If you were him and had his talent, maybe you'd come out being the same?

He's still nice, especially to you. Cheering you on, praising you, hanging around...

He was never overly affectionate and you couldn't quite tell what he wanted from you. Company, a good friend, or more?

Even as he tied you up and fed you, he was considerate. Never had the intention to hurt you or make you uncomfortable but he still managed to do both.

And now, as he planned his own suicide, he still thought of you.

In this way, he was also planning your murder.

You'd die and it'd be his fault...but he barely feels any guilt. If you are like him, you'd understand. If not, then...you are a disappointment.

You looked so scared, tied up. He flopped down on the ground with you, knees touching yours as he asked you to say 'aah' to feed you. If you were so scared back then, how terrified would you be now when you get called the blackened?

When you see his corpse and find out that you can't find the killer? Will you be scared?

Or...will you feel scared for another reason? Will you...mourn him?

Start crying when seeing him tortured and impaled, grief and miss him?

Will you call out to him? 'Oh, my dearest Nagito! The one I accept, cherish and love! My equal, my friend, my everything!'

That...sounds nice.

The thought of you being sad about his death even though it's all for hope makes him feel better. It's nice...to be mourned.

And as quickly as that thought came, another of you being the one to throw the poison at him feels exciting.

Oh, what if his bad luck hits him and you were to one throw the bottle and be his killer? Ahaha, you'd be the one who murdered him!

Oh, it's so exciting but he hopes not! He knwos you aren't the traitor so he counts his lucky stars that it won't be you. But the irony of it all...it ignites such hope in him like you truly are two peas in a pot, destined equals and friends and more! You'd bring an end to despair together forever!

You, the hero, and Nagito, your sidekick!

And then another thought popped up. Contempt.

He is the one scheming all of this. Cutting himself up and ramming a knife into his hand. And you'd be the hero? He carried these cases!

He attempted to start the killing! He found out the truth! He planted the bombs and will out the traitor!

Why do carry all that hope?! You'd never go to such lengths as he is doing now, never do your utmost to stop the killing game!

Nagito is the Ultimate Hope. You are the sidekick.

Nagito's obsession is a twisted adoration to the hope you carry. It's diffucult to understand if its platonic or romantic - or if he likes you as a person at all. If he just loves the hope you bring and the person that you are is just a vessel.

For it to be platonic you will have to be the one to call yourself his friend. For it to be romantic you have to tell him you love him.

These possibilities don't ever cross Nagito's mind. He is nothing but trash so he cannot ever bring himself to believe you'd be his friend or lover.

You'd have to prove that you care. Stay with him as he is sick, save him from stumbling and falling due to his bad luck, tell him you'd like to understand him and not sacrifice himself for 'hope'.

All of that confuses him, leaves him often speechless. But they ignite that longing in him to be loved. To have someone who cares for him, friend or lover, it doesn't matter! Just see him! Love him! Don't leave him alone when he dies!

He doesn't wanna die before anyone could ever love him!

If he got this confirmation from you that you do care, then he will cling and stay close. Before that he'd linger in your shadow. As your friend he'd link your arms as you investigate and proclaim you two as the most perfect pair and as your lover, he'd barge into your cottage - not to kill you - but to hold you as you sleep.

And still...you don't know if he actually cares.

Does he care for the hope you bear and just sees your love as a bonus he'd want to cherish and monopolize before he dies? Either through his own means or through his illness?

If he had to choose hope or you...would he actually choose you?

Or do you just happen to bear all that he obsesses with and you just had very bad luck to be his target of his twisted love?

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lest this be lost in the bellicose noise of the day

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📢📢📢

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I have some news for members of the united states armed forces who feel like they are pawns in a political game and their assignments being unnecessary.

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Soul Binding.

Twisted Wonderland drabbles

i. Dregs of affection.

"It's so empty when you're not here with me." Malleus says this as he curls his tail around his body with legs hugged to his chest and his chin propped on top of his knees.

He was staring ahead of the open fields, atop the hills you two often frequented. There was something distant in his gaze despite his constant yearning.

You knew Malleus was a very lonely child but you always believed it was more because of his being rather than anything else.

So, when the words reach you, it's tucked away into the corners of your mind before it reaches your heart.

"Aren't the fields always empty, Malleus?" You don't mean to dismiss his woes, to make light of his existence, but what else could you do? Your heart was not something you were willing to give away.

He doesn't answer you for a long while, and the silence that stretches between you two danced along the nooks and cracks of your shifting relationship, it lured out this sense of awaiting dread and grievance.

And then;

"I think you misunderstood me." He says and you catch the way the light in his eyes drifted like clouds parting across a darkened sky as he slowly turns to you .

"I meant to say your absence empties my very soul,so why do you insist on leaving me?"

ii. Choose me

Ace is kissing you.

The dark mirror is just behind you, but you're pressed against it and his hands grip the sides of your arms as if he was a vice meant to ensnare you—To keep you away from moving.

There's a breathlessly heartbreaking urgency in the way his lips meet yours. He's always been taller but in the seconds he uses to bend himself closer to you so he could deepen the kiss, you realize how small you are in his arms. How vulnerable it is to be held by someone who refuses to let you leave.

"Don't go." Ace begs as the slight strings of saliva glisten faintly between you. His breathing is rapid but shallow and the heat of his body as he presses himself against you is dizzying.

You part your lips to speak, but Ace reclaims it with another kiss.

"Don't leave me. Just stay."

iii. Constitution

It sickens him. The sight of you smiling and glowing with life.

But, he adored you still.

Vil couldn't understand it. It's not as if he hated you or wished you dead. And yet he did and he did wish you were buried somewhere far off. Maybe on a cliff amongst a field of flowers where only he knew of and no one else could ever find you.

He should've potted you the moment he noticed the roots you began growing out as your gentle beauty sharpened and your sense of self began to carve into existence. Ah, but Vil didn't believe in restraining such a budding flower. It went against everything he upheld. Beauty was a reverence and it should not be stunted for any reason at all.

So, he watched you unfurl. He stood by your side and took in the immeasurable seconds of your golden youth.

But, how come your beauty drained him? How come each time you turn and smile for others, Vil feels himself dying from the inside?

You make him sick.

Just the very thought of you has his chest feeling tight and skin crawling. He looks at you and it's as if that upholstered glow of yours is the tip of a dagger against his heart.

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Most infuriating part of writing is having an idea and thinking oh, this is gonna be so good and wanting to IMMEDIATELY share the vision with other people because it's gonna be good but then you start writing it down and - it is gonna be good. Except. It is also gonna take so, so, so long to finish. And in the meantime. You are the only one with The Vision. Alone. Losing your mind. 😭

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hey, did you know that the world is a better place because of your creations and art and writing, no matter how niche or how many people see it

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For those who need it 💼🐀✨

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Reading my own fanfiction is basically just a rollercoaster of emotional whiplash.

20% of the time: “Hold on. I wrote this? This is fire. This is emotionally devastating in the best way. This scene is dripping with tension. I’m a literary perfectionist. Someone give me a book deal.”

80% of the time: “Straight to jail. Immediate prison. Why is everyone’s breath hitching?. I used the word ‘gaze’ three times in one paragraph like I was possessed. Did I think 'his eyes darkened' was profound? Why is everyone clenching their jaws? Why is someone whispering 'their name like a prayer' again?? No one talks like this. What is this dialogue. Why are there so many weird metaphors and em-dashes…”

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things you DO NOT need to be a man

a dick

he/him pronouns

XY chromosomes

things you DO need to be a man

the swiftness of a coursing river

the force of a great typhoon

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Meeting Movie! Sonic - except you're tired, 20s-something, and going through existential crisis taking care of an alien

If Tom Wachowski did not meet Sonic but you did - and now you can take care of some blue, alien needlemouse while trying to live your new adult life yes, i watched sonic 3 on the plane how did u know the kind of fic that seemed great on day 1 and hated it at day 2

Your new job brought you to a nowhere place called Green Hills.

Fine. Great. Okay. It may be in the middle of nowhere, where you cannot get anywhere without a vehicle of some kind and most people are kinda too rural and weird for a town like this, and you don't know anybody and the housing prices are ridicilous- but hey. its green from spring to autumn you've heard.

Fine. No house. Just a tiny apartment enough for one person. Fine. No car or motorcycle, a bike will do, too. Forces you to do some daily workout. The kitchen isn't always working, stove and oven aren't turning on, okay, then some take-out in the first month will do. Maybe you'll get some coupons out of pity from the local restaurants.

Every beginning is rough. That's just what adulting is.

Any and all tools, entertainment and means to do or get somewhere you're just gonna make and get simple and cheap. Get Netflix with ads, that's a cheaper subscription. Who cares about lighting and lamps? Candles gives everything a cozy atmosphere and is economical. Helps you concentrate on doing your taxes.

Baby steps, babe.

So what if the locals start talking about a blue devil? Some people are just crazy, you don't need to be friends with everyone. Most here are in their 30s, 40s and 50s anyway, they're not gonna get your memes.

So what if you feel a sudden and strong gush of wind whiz past you on a weekly basis? It's Green Hills, it can get windy on high ground.

So what if you feel watched in your own, tiny home? Bats, dogs, cats and all kinds of things roam around this place. Can happen. Sometimes you might here a voice. Some catchphrases and references from the movies you watched but...hmmmmmm, that's just the wind, right? The crazy wind.

You've heard and felt it often lately by your front door and window. Once you thought you saw something, only to hear a horse meow somewhere beyond the bushes. Investigating further, you were hit by another howling gush of wind.

A cat it is, huh? Seems like it comes by often but none of your neighbors have one. Poor thing might be hungry...splitting your sandwich in two and placing it on a plastic plate that night should be enough.

You did not mean to grow attached to this phantom cat, you really didn't, but everytime you left something there, it'd be gone the next day. Sometimes even a minute later when you looked away only briefly. Poor thing must be too scared to show itself.

But sandwiches and noodles aren't cat food. Fine, you'd spent some bucks on wet food. Some protein and water will do the kitty good.

Yet...not once did it touch it. You couldn't help the offended look on your face after the plate went untouched for two nights straight. You go out of the way to get actual food for the thing and it just refuses it, like an ungrateful brat.

On the third night, when most of your neighbors were asleep, you begrudgingly made a ham sandwhich and were about to place it on the plate. Here, dumb kitty that refused the canned food and must be starving, have your protein and carbs which are useless-

"Gah-!" The food dropped on the ground as you saw the creature hold tightly onto its leg. The light blue shone in the light of your kitchen and its green, oval eyes widened at the sight of you. Something white, that you recognized as gloves, had splotches of blood on them.

"...Uhm...meow?"

With another shriek you stumbled back and threw the door shut. The rustling outside stopped and you allowed yourself some seconds to catch your breath.

What the hell was that?

Something...big. And blue. And spiky and weirdly shaped and it had gloves, it had fingers- it was no cat.

Oh god, was this a stroke? Was Google right and you were having a stroke and some hallucinations with it?

No, no, it can't be. It was quiet now...so there must be nothing there. Never was there anything outside your door to begin with.

Gingerly, the door cracked open. With a wide glare did you dare peek outside and further away, there it was, crawling into the shadows. It was trying to sneak away and stiffle its cries of pain.

Finally, you fully opened the door. "S-Stop." At that, the creature obeyed and turned its head.

It was spiky. And blue. And had giant eyes - what was it?

"Do - Are you...Are you real?"

It eyed you for a moment before slowly waving its arms. "Noooooo...I am a figment of your imaginaaaaatiooon, you're seeeeeeing things from overwooorking from your deeeeaad eeeend joooob."

The creature quickly shut up from the face you made. Quickly letting your eyes roam it again, you spoke clearer. "You're hurt."

"Huh?" It looked down on its leg. "Uh, nah, thats just.....anyway, bye!" It tried pathetically to scramble back to its feet, only managing to crawl for a bit before you two heard a shout. "There you are! I gotcha now, devil!"

Without much thought, you grabbed the thing under its shoulders and quickly dragged it inside. It let out confused blabbering, watching helplessly left and right as it landed in the bathroom. Swiftly spinning around you pointed a finger at it. "Don't. Move. From here." - to which it looked even more pitiful.

And as you opened the door again, there wasn't the police you faced - it was that old fart, Crazy Carl. "Its here. I can smell it." He stared at you with big, bulging eyes before he whispered. "The blue devil."

"You stay a second longer and I'll call the police." Blurting your monotone threat you slammed the door - making the man yelp - before locking every single entrance you have and going back to the bathroom.

Peeking in, you saw the creature whining like a baby as it tried to wrap a make-shift bandage, made out of your first-aid kit condemnents, around its leg. It shot its gaze up at you. "Maybe a little help here? I'll leave then, promise!" Grimacing, you hesitated. It looked at you with that big, sad frown, its ears drooped down and it was just...pitiful.

Wordlessly you kneled down and ripped that excuse of a bandage away before wrapping a proper one. The thing complained for a moment but quickly shut up as you continued.

It was...real. It felt soft and warm. The things on its head and back must be spiky, so....you mused it had to be...a hedgehog? Porcupine? Echidna?

You brought your attention to its face, looking at it with the same frown. "What...are you?" It was as tall as a child but had the weirdest proportions. But the leg felt sturdy, felt real. "Uh...nothing! You just do your thing and I'll be gone! And in the morning you'll see it was all a dream."

With a glare, you gave the leg a little squeeze and it yelped. "No, seriously, you're running around here, eating my food and hanging out in the shadows, I know it! What are you?"

"Hey, you gave me all that on your own free will! Until you changed the menu to cat food!"

"I thought you were a cat!"

"Well, no! I'm a hedgehog!"

Eyebrows rose at that and you were quiet for a moment. You reckoned so but were still surprised that it really was true. "You...are that blue devil? A blue hedgehog?" The question came out quiet and careful. "If you wanna believe Crazy Carl, then...I guess so." Quickly he rose his voice with a desperate look. "But don't tell anyone! I can't afford to keep on running, especially like...this!" It glanced down to its injury, "I'll just...get this thing wrapped around my leg and...I'll be rollin' outta here! Really! So please don't tell anyone, (Name)!"

You stopped in your tracks.

What the hell? So that thing knows your name?

It knows you? Knows everyone in Green Hills? How and for how long?

You internally freak out as you pace around your hallways, rooms and then back to him, quietly but with a crazed expression. The hedgehog seemed to catch what just slipped its tongue but it barely got a chance to speak.

"Okay, stop, stop, stop!" You shriek out and wave your hands, "I'm - just gonna get you patched up, give you some food and then sleep. I got work tomorrow and I don't wanna deal with you or insane, old people!"

So, you did. The blue one chuckled sheepishly as you gave the finishing touches to the bandage and as you asked it to follow you, it limped after. Of course, it tried to stiffle its pain as being 'nothing, nothing to worry about, human I've never seen before!'

But it was...pitiful and - fine, you do have a heart, so you offered to carry it. Bridal style doesn't seem smart with all those...quills, so you took it piggy-back and it seemed to enjoy itself way too much for the short ride to your kitchen.

There was some leftovers or frozen pizza. "As long as its not cat food," It rolled its eyes, "Hey, can you make one of these sandwiches you always make?"

Okay, it was sandwiches (it gobbled them up real fast).

Then it was time for bed. No, you urged the creature to go to bed, you didn't care if it wasn't tired, you were tired of it and needed sleep.

"...Alright, I've...bothered you enough for today." You sighed in relief. "Good. But, you, uh...can take my bed. It's comfier than the couch and you're injured after all." "Whoa, wait, really?" It beamed, showing a smile for the first time - and in fact, had no problem immediately taking you up on your offer. "Thanks! I knew you were cool!"

You only grimaced and collected extra fluffly blankets and pillows as these lingering thoughts were finally spoken.

"So...do you have a name?" You glanced at it from the corner of your eye as it lazily sat there, licking its fingers free from bread crumbles. The hedgehog hummed, hesitated before nodding. "My name's Sonic."

"Sonic? That's not a name, that's a noun."

"No, really, my name's Sonic! And speed is usually my game!" He gestured to its legs, "But I guess I'll take it easy for...however long." "And...is that how you know about the people here? By speeding past every now and again?"

"Well...I'm more of a local here, for a long time."

"And...is that how you know my name, too?"

Oh, man. Okay. Here it goes, he might screw up and the human that just saved him is gonna sell him to the government.

Be cool. Usually, from what he could gather, they're cool too. Got cool memes and shows on and are kinda the lazy type after work but hey, he'd be too, he thinks.

Just...be cool.

As he explains, you only grow more anxious. This blue hedgehog has been here all his life, hiding away from the locals while still wishing for a connection. He felt the most connected with you, thanks to the kind offerings of food you made through the weeks and just stumbled on you at the wrong place and wrong time.

Is he Quasimodo or something?

As you gather your bearings and lie on the couch, the thought of it truly being real sunk in. Maybe you're lucky and tomorrow he won't be here and it would really all be a dream.

If not...do you have to play mom to this big, spiky ball now?

Just as you thought finally going to sleep might do you good, that thing, Sonic, popped up just above your head. Luckily, you only got startled instead of screaming like a banshee, seeing him lean on the cushions.

"Hey," He began quietly with a soft smile and even softer eyes, "Thanks for letting me stay. And not kicking me out. I'm, uh, not gonna bring any trouble, I promise. It just...means a lot to me, 'cuz...you're the first human I talked to and you didn't, like, try to kill me, y'know?" Sonic chuckled, "I'm glad that it was you I ran into. Kinda always had the feeling you weren't crazy or a freak - so, thanks. I'm gonna make it up to ya, promise!"

He called you not a freak. Charming.

"...Sure, you were hurt, after all. You don't seem like a bad kid, lest a freak or anything. Just...go to sleep, Sonic. We'll talk 'bout everything tomorrow."

With another beam that rivals the sun, Sonic nodded and returned to your bed as swiftly as he could.

You just hoped you wouldn't regret this.