#A misty memory

[ampreh]

Weehawken 2022 Artworks compilation I did for my capricious garbage prince, I named : @the-cashtealer ! I had interesting interactions and OC development, I'm happy ! ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

[michellemouse]

Who is she?!?🫢

[the-cashtealer]

So how was camp weehawken? Did you have fun?

[crazy-ego]

Fuzzy Head Robotnik x reader Part 2

Based on the song Who is she and Little Dark Age cause those songs just got me in a mood

Warnings: angst, mentions of brainwashing and isolation

word count: 388

Summary: Working with interpol has its benefits and so many downfalls. After a job where y/n had to work with Robotnik things fell downhill when she arrived back at HQ. Of course this led to Interpol making sure that she forgot the bastard man existed.... entirely. (Insert the plot of Sonic 2020 here but with a clueless hurting Y/n)

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        The sharp bang of the chair hitting the ground reverberated throughout the room, creating a ringing in y/n’s ears. The floor feels cold even though the air was hot. From staying underground for so long, the point of reference for temperature or light deteriorates very quickly.

        The rush of footsteps boomed down the imposing hallway, and into the room. Wildly looking around, Y/N is suddenly surrounded. The ropes tying her to the chair suddenly come loose with a few tugs of the men's hands. As soon as she was up a blindfold was placed over her eyes.

        “What the hell?? I cant see out of this shit.” Thrashing around Y/N tries to regain her grasp on her surroundings.

       “Not now, you can see better outdoors, you’ve been under low light for too long.” Y/N stops,

“how long..?”

“Too long” the voice insists.

“HOW LONG DAMN IT”

        The voice hesitates looking back and forth at its companions. “…a- a year”

        Y/N stops, still, almost as if she stopped working the seconds left his mouth. A beat.

“A YEAR?” Y/N bursts out. Has it really been that long? A year went by just like that. A year since she was needed. A year since they found her useful.

        A new voice reverberates through the room.

“Now let's get you out of here, we have lots to discuss.” Y/N regains her composure and nods, off to the debriefing.

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     Green hills, Montana. Recently this little American town has become the hot spot for military and government resources. A place as small as Green hills should not be a place for large amounts of military personnel. Considering that something very confusing has happened in Green hills, Montana, it was inevitable to happen. The military is always in everyone's business.

     What's worse than the American government in your face is interpol. When the EMP went off Interpol's orbiting satellite went down. Of course this means they are allowed to lead their own investigation. This is where Y/N comes handy. Being lead detective in large scale investigations has had its uses. Of course this time Interpol could only afford to send one scout into the Americas. Y/N was their best.

Interpol had high hopes as long as Robotnik was not pulled in the case as well.

[nanamimizz]

making dinner and doing laundry and cleaning out my drawers and closet who is she

[alyceinwonderland777]

"Do you remember me? I'm just a shadow now." 💔

[casstars]

oh, pretty girls make graves

[bonefall]

Does leopard still have 3 lives in her final battle? Or was that changed?

Yep. I think she drowned her once, then Leopardstar lunges up refreshed, and she gets the upper paw on Mistyfoot with 2 lives to go.

(MAYBE tw gore, but I really did try to be tasteful about a head being smashed on a rock.)

On her back, splashing and thrashing furiously against Leopardstar's claws dunking her head under, Mistyfoot glimpses a wave breaking just over the tip of a stone-blue rock. Her only chance.

With a surge of power, her claws sink into her leader's golden shoulder and they tumble and roll to the right. Before the tyrant even realizes what's happening, she's yanked up, and then whipped backwards with a wet CRUNCH

And then again

And again

And again, until Mistyfoot can't even make out what's left of her leader anymore. All she can see is that it's a red, brown, and yellow blur, because her eyes burning with salty tears and her whole body is trembling.

She drops the corpse onto the stone and it slides into the water, lifelessly. After a moment it spasms aimlessly one last time, like an insect does after its head is bitten off, unlike the deliberate, agonized throes of Tigerstar suffering through his doomed lives. And then it's still.

There's only the tranquil sound of bubbling water, and Mistyfoot's frenzied panting. Her pounding heart makes it hard to hear either.

The blood is carried off by the shallow water in scarlet swirls, but the lake runs pale red as if it's washing it away. Some were aware of this prophecy, but Mistyfoot was not.

It isn't closure to her, or a fulfillment of divine decree. It's just blood that should be on her paws, slicked away by the complicit river. She wished it could feel like it's over, but she's smart enough to know the truth. Has been through enough terrible events like this to understand what comes next.

Her body will move foward. Her mind will need to consider her deputy. Her paw will come down on code-defying cats like Blackclaw and Greenflower. But her heart will stay here, next to the remains of Leopardstar, the same way another piece of it remains at Stonefur's side across space and time.

[mitsybubbles]

I’m like 80% sure now that Serizawa just deadass thinks Reigen genuinely believes he is an esper despite not having powers and Seri is too polite to say anything about it

[unessasi]

moody autumn memory

sonjahelmia

[hekuuu]

[kiwicidios]

⠀ ㅤ . 𓆫ㅤ﹙ㅤ𝓓ie.ㅤ﹚ㅤ𒑱ㅤ ۡㅤㅤ𝖑𝖔Tu𝖘ㅤ демон . ◌👁

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[the-cashtealer]

[Camp Weehawken 2022] The last dance

[RP with @bethanygabrielleart ] • A misty memory - PROLOGUE - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 •

[themysticbohemian]

[crazy-ego]

Fuzzy head Robotnik x reader Part 1

Based on the song Who is she and Little Dark Age cause those songs just got me in a mood

Warnings: angst, mentions of brainwashing and isolation

word count: 330 words, 1798 characters

Summary: Working with interpol has its benefits and so many downfalls. After a job where y/n had to work with Robotnik things fell downhill when she arrived back at HQ. Of course this led to Interpol making sure that she forgot the bastard man existed.... entirely. (Insert the plot of Sonic 2020 here but with a clueless hurting Y/n) 

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     Spending nights in basements of dimly lit rooms was a way of coping. Not for her but those poor fools around her. Knowing she’s tied up down there makes them calm. Creating disruptions in everyone's thinking got too difficult. So why not mess with the source? They thought. The source that got tampered with, long ago. 

     Evil always taints, and that's not to say her or the Doctor are evil. They’re just working against time to find a solution to questions that they ask, and of course ones they’re forced to find solutions to. 

    Many nights spent thinking of warm embraces cause disruptions. In a dimly lit room a figure sits. Many hours alone. Alone to think of what they’ve done, of course this is what happened everytime they worked with Robotnik. Interpol found a way to erase that connection, a connection that grew faster each time. 

     Of course with greater tampering, comes a mess with perception, of all that's above ground. When it comes to tampering with the mind it is to be done so with skill and expertise. Of course not just anyone can meddle with a mind so many times over. It has to be done at the point just. Before. Breakage. At the point where there is no return to sanity.

“Sitting in dimly lit rooms does no one any good, but it gives you time to think. Time out loud where you can hear the echoes off the wall. But you know it's yourself so you know you’re not losing control.” Y/n speaks, “no one’s around to hear but it provides comfort.” A comforting voice is something we all need. Is it not? A camera in the corner whirrs to show y/n hunched over in a metal chair hands tied behind her back, face thrown forward. A commanding voice rings over the loudspeaker:

“We have a job for you y/n”

A clang reverberates from the room. The camera becomes enveloped in darkness.

[lesbiantahani]

rewatching the finale and im obsessed with whatever the hell was going through christina's mind when choosing to stand like that with those fingers in her pocket. misty ik what you are dyke