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wait i have an idea don’t mind if i cook smth up 😋😋😋

I'm not a jax simp at all but I had this funny Idea for a Jax x reader fic where Caine finds out Jax has a crush on the reader so him and Bubble try to set them up on dates (and by dates I mean adventures) but the "dates" are just really bad Disney parodies. Can you imagine Caine and Bubble singing Bella noche terribly while Jax is pissed and everyone else is confused and uncomfortable. I'm a shitty writer, so if anyone wants to use this idea I won't be mad.

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I LOVE THAT, I‘m diabetic and i had the exact same thought after I saw a piece of fan art based on that with sonic the on a low glucose level 😭 it was so cute, I too need an alert hedgehog alien 🫶

I'm not too sure how many diabetics we got in Fandom, but I can't stop thinking about Shadow being similar to those diabetic alert dogs.

Shadow's whole thing was being a cure for Maria, but we know that he was also her emotional support and physical support around the ARK, so the idea's been stuck in my head of him being really supportive/helpful of your disability. I just have T1D so that's the focus here ^_^

Shadow sensing your blood sugar dropping or going too high before even you do, and pushing you to check your blood sugar for yourself. Or grabbing you a snack—a juice, if needed. He's pretty attached at your hip, and might often wake you in the middle of the night to let you know you need more insulin.

But also Shadow being a caring, attentive partner. You don't feel like refilling your pump because it's too early in the morning? He'll do it for you and he will be gentle as possible when laying on a new injection site. He always helps you replace your sensors, especially if you use the one that's supposed to go only on the back of your arm. Keeps you on a schedule, etc etc.. he's happy to fulfill this type of role again, I think.

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Yarnaby x GN reader pt. 2

-> platonic

My hand trembles as I hover the keycard - still attached to the fabric lanyard around my neck - over the panel’s slit. With a weary sigh, I lower the heavy carrier onto the floor, its weight a reminder of the obscene amount of raw meat Dr. Sawyer insisted I bring.

I glance at my wristwatch - one of the few personal items Playtime Co.'s science facility permits us to wear. 09:55. Right on cue, a low hiss seeps through the door. Impatience? Hunger? Likely both.

Though I’m not religious, I find myself tracing the sign of the cross in my mind before finally swiping the card. The lock clicks, and I push the door just wide enough to slip through the gap. Ordinarily, no Playtime Co. scientist of my rank would handle something as volatile—no, as monstrous—as Experiment 1166 alone. We are researchers, not mere toy makers.

The room is small and cold, white walls and grey concrete floor enveloped by artificial light. A sharp, metallic scent lingers in the air, curling in my throat and sending a wave of nausea through me. I swallow it down, forcing myself to focus on my surroundings. The space is barren, almost empty - typical for observation rooms. Most experiments aren’t given personal belongings, but Dr. Sawyer has made it his personal mission to offer 1166 some form of stimulation. A battered log sits in the center of the room, its surface scratched as if by claws of some kind, a pierced red softball lies next to it. Small, meaningless distractions. But despite his massive size, 1166 is nowhere to be seen.

Frowning, I scratch the back of my neck, uneasy. Then a low, guttural growl rumbles from behind me. My blood turns to ice. I spin around, but I’m too late. A massive force slams into me, knocking me to the floor. The impact steals the air from my lungs.

Towering over me is 1166—a monstrous, lion-like creature, its body covered in tangled, multicolored yarn. A stitched-on grin stretches across its face, absurdly cheerful. Its real mouth however, a clean vertical split running down its face, hangs open, revealing rows upon rows of needle-like teeth, warm drool dripping on my face.

But I’m too terrified as to be bothered by it. I know exactly what those teeth can do. The shredded remains of some unfortunate critter lying in the corner are enough of a confirmation to it. And now, with one massive paw pinning me to the ground, I realize—I could be next. Sharp claws dig its way into my shirt, not enough to rip but enough to prick my skin through it to the point I begin worrying about any red stains on the white fabric. God knows Dr. Sawyer wouldn’t be all too happy about that.

1166 leans down, close enough for the sour, chemical stench of yarn to invade my senses. Its empty eyes are dull and unmoving, a low tone rumbling from deep within it as teeth glint in the artificial lights.

‘Oh shit, is this it?’ My inner voices scream. ‘I just took this job on, this was the opportunity - it can’t be the end, not yet!’ I feel the suffocating sensation of fear take over as I close my eyes tightly, expecting the inevitable.

But it never comes.

Instead, the heavy pressure on my chest disappears and the looming creature removes itself from me. Stomps. Dull clashing, as if someone hit their head against a metal cage. Suddenly a subtle noise of whining and scratching. I open my eyes.

Although I can still feel myself shaking all over, the sight of the 8 feet lion creature sitting in front of the metal box packed with fresh meat, tail swishing from one side to the other impatiently left me smiling - unbelievably so, but it still counts. I sit up.

“You’re hungry, huh?”

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“So? What do you think?”

My mouth feels dry as I watch the scene unfold before me. The beast roars and growls, stumbling around the room, desperately trying to grasp any sense of orientation. But its attempts are fruitless.

Beside me, a low hum rumbles from deep within Dr. Sawyer. I shoot him a careful glance. As always, my superior stands upright, hands tucked into the deep pockets of his lab coat. An unusual smile lingers on his face as he watches the beast with quiet satisfaction. It’s subtle, almost imperceptible, but the slight upward tug at the corners of his mouth is undeniable. Dr. Harley Sawyer, satisfied. Not exactly a sentence I ever expected to think—let alone say out loud.

“Experiment 1166… a charming creature.”

I nod wordlessly. “Yeah.”

Dr. Sawyer tugs at his earlobe—a quirk I’ve noticed before. He does it when he’s lost in thought, the way some people twirl their hair or stroke their beards. In moments like these, it’s crucial not to interrupt him. The consequences of disrupting the doctor’s thoughts… well, no one in their right mind would risk it.

“Feed him.”

I choke on my own saliva. “What?”

“I need you to bring him his food. His feeding time is at ten o’clock sharp.”

My heartbeat pounds harder at the thought. I’ve read the files, tracked every single word. I know exactly how Playtime Co. handles casualties in the factory—especially those caused by their underground experiments. They turn a blind eye, every single time. I gulp. Better not end up on that pile of corpses.

My tongue is tied, but I know better than to argue. Dr. Sawyer’s word is law. The moment a protest threatens to bubble up in my throat, I clench my fists, digging my nails into my palms to keep myself silent.

The doctor turns away, clipboard in hand, flipping through his notes as he strides toward the exit.

“Oh, and [Name]—”

He stops just before the door, glancing over his shoulder with a cool, detached stare. My blood turns to ice.

“Don’t be late. He doesn’t like to wait.”

The door clicks shut behind him.

And I’m left alone in the dimly lit room, with nothing but a thick pane of glass between me and the huffing, restless beast.

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hopefully catching up on some writing this weekend, I haven’t forgotten about you, dear readers, I’ve just been very busy 😔

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this is obvs platonic btw just saying, one hug from tails could erase all my problems.

just imagine him jumping into ur arms and giving you a big warm hug and just when you're about to release him, he holds you tighter, cuddling up to you with a bright smile because he's so comfortable around you. And you can literally feel his fur tickle your face while he tucks his head under your chin and against your chest, his tails curling up around you as he listens to your heartbeat. You both eventually fall asleep, warm and cozy.

High chance Sonic or Amy took some pics of y'all btw.

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hi so I love shadow and imagine:

During a fight (anywhere really) Shadow lands on the ground while pursuing Sonic (or whomever). Everything is covered in debris from broken walls, cars, you name it. Most civilians have already escaped or at least gotten to safety, the unfortunate ones lying injured in the streets and being tended to by others.

He’s scanning his surroundings when he hears groaning coming from beneath him. A large piece of rubble in front of him has begun moving. He hesitates before pulling it off and finding — you.

The first time Shadow met you, you’d been sitting at in a diner, head in hand as you looked out the window in a bored fashion while subconsciously listening to whatever your folks were so vividly chatting about. He’d seen you through the thick window glass, eyeing you with a frown as he waited for the Robotnik’s cue.

When your eyes fell upon him, you had been taken back before smiling. His grim face and serious demeanour made you laugh. You picked up two cut tomato pieces from your salad and held it in front of your eyes. Shadow raised a brow but remained, watching you. With a grin, you picked up two of the carrot sticks, stuffing them into your mouth like a paid of orange vampire teeth, fulfilling your masterpiece. The hedgehog continued to perceive you, and although it was practically invisible, the corner of his mouth subconsciously turned up.

Suddenly images of her flashed before his inner eye, with her black marker and sparkling eyes and for a second he could feel cold water stick to his fur. Dread filled him as he images washed over to her lifeless body. But before he could act or say anything, the cue arrived and Shadow was back on track. He hesitated, glancing back at your now worried face before shaking it off and disappearing.

And now, here you are, covered in dirt and scratches, blood pooling from a cut on your forehead. Your eyes are wide as you glance up at him anxiously, propping yourself up on your lower arms. Shadow is shocked to find you here. You’re clearly not a G.U.N. agent nor any kind of trained soldier, but rather a simple terrified civilian.

And as you lay there, tearing up and aching, Shadow notices something. He notices her. The longer his eyes remain on you, the stronger his need to protect you forms. Despite barely knowing you, he can sense her when he looks at you. He kneels down next to you, ignoring your fearful expression and carefully brushes the hair out of your face, seemingly getting a good look at the aforementioned wound. His scowl deepens.

He lost her once, he’ll make sure he won’t loose her again.

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I'm so into sonic atm so I'm adding that to my req list

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— all gender identities are welcome on this blog, though i mostly focus on neutral readers.

— i'm willing to write dark content and topics, in fact i utterly welcome it.

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✓ yandere partners

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✘ smut

✘ fetish content

✘ glorified abuse/dark romance content

✘ romantic relationships with monsters or minors

✘ dead dove

✘ a/b/o dynamics