#Probe Sonicator

[leelaelectronics1]

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[maareyas]

12:54 04:05:20XX - Mariana Trench Mission Objective: Investigate whale fall - An unknown creature was already present at the site when the deep sea probe arrived. He immediately fled from the probe's line of sight after seemingly recognizing what it was. - The probe was then brought offline by an unknown assailant; Most likely the creature.

My interpretation of a merhog Silver for Mermay ✨

[yellowvixen]

Completely forgot that JUICE (JUpiter ICy moon Explorer) (space probe) has a piece of equipment called RIME

They 100% gave it that title on purpose so the acronym would be RIME btw. Because it has to do with ice. And they're all NERDS (affectionate).

Anyway Rime the Cat is REAL and in space!!!

[metalmadnessoverlord]

Ah, thanks for clarifying. I'm glad you're starting to become more invincible from huge and powerful destructive stuff. Is there anything you're still physically weak to? Also, are there any forms that you wish you had that are not your overlord or super transformations?

"I highly suggest refraining from questions like that, insect." He growled, his synthetic voice filled with anger. "Even if I did tell you, there would be no guarantee that it wouldn't be a lie. So mind your tongue lest you lose it."

"As for your other question. While I do not need any other forms other than my Super and Metal Madness forms, some other variety would be nice. I am aware of the False Sonic's Hyper Form, which would have, if he still had access to it, been able to end me even at my strongest state due to how potent the energy surrounding him is."

[tharkflark1]

Let’s do some math:

It takes about 5.5 seconds between Sonic punching Shadow, and Shadow landing on the moon. The moon is about 238,855 miles away (384,400km). That’s roughly 30 earths.

That punch made Shadow travel at an average velocity of 43,428 miles per second (69,891 kilometers per second) or 156,340,800 miles per hour (251,607,600 kilometers per hour).

For reference: a rocket ship headed to the moon only travels an average speed of 3,333 mph (5,364 kph). The current fastest manmade object is NASA’s Parker Solar Probe, which hits speeds of 394,736 mph (635,266 kmph)

[bokunoheros]

ཐིཋྀ KINKTOBER - day 12 squirting : shouta aizawa/eraserhead

warnings : afab reader, reader and aizawa are married, y’all have a cat, pussy slapping (pun probably intended), this is doo-doo dog shit, like this actually sucks, doo doo fart ass, dookie, poo poo fart, smegma, this fic reads like what sharting yourself feels like, this fic smells like the family bathroom at walmart, we’re fucking twelve (not literally), don’t expect anything else genuinely, butt, pretend this was never posted, PLEASE, day 12 is NOT REAL, THEY HIT THE PENTAGON— MR PRESIDENT GET DOW— bill gates did it, bill cypher is canon, squirting, fingering idk, eating ass, butthole rimming, 2024 election, ellen digestive did 9/11, Trump x Biden, 9/11, hilary emails included, proof of aliens existence, video footage of the area 51 raid, UFOs, alien butt sex, wrong usage of condoms, anal probing, biological dna harboring, sickle cell anemia, KLANCE is canon, Steven universe, major character death, gem fusions, love children, feel like cinderella naega byeonhae, NETFLIX ORIGIONAL, only on Hulu, Elsa x Jackfrost smut, playdough, me x YOU, tiana x nanami au, your mom x me, sarcamouche x kazuha, xiao x venti, improper use of crack cocaine, making herion, mentions of drug mules, dead dove: do eat, improper use of magic, meth making, cocaine balloons bursting, Harry Potter x Snape, hermoine x the whomping willow, herobrine x steve, unfortunate uses of pixels, bakudeku slime, hnnng harder daddy, mmhppgh— yeah yeah right there, cum consumption, cumflation, feeder fetish, oh yeah, koolaid man x me, very improper use of koolaid packets, nickacaco avocado weight loss journey, apology videos (tears included), , banjos, jake paul dcead body in forest footage (NOT CLICKBAIT), live leak posts, webtoon origional, anal stretching, did you know the human anus can stretch to the size of a raccoon?, now you know that, and also, the sun will explode June 17th, 3028, character flaws, bodily anatomy, your balls will explode on october 21st at 7:99am, my gleeby deeby ass, futurama, Micheal Angelo, improper use of abortions, medical surgery on a grape, plastic surgery, baby killing, tampon usage, description of endangered animal poaching, Mario Kart, tuberculosis, ima get it donnnne oh aye oh aye oh, butt stuff, dazai x chuuya, atsushi x akutagawa, mpreg, mad cow disease, omegaverse, ranpo x me, Dream SMP, matpat x scott cowthan, michael afton x freddy fazbear, aggressive typing, bath salts, bath salt inhalation, whippets, galaxy gas, all might is a bottom, skinny men, carrington x shigaraki, anorexia anorexia anorexia, afo x nana shimura, BLOODY MARY, BLOODY MARY, BLOODY MARY, TW gun law debates, tenko x mon, Amazon delivery, school shootings, talk of gun laws, bad dragon toys, silicon, aoyama belly button leaking, lego ninjago r34, ninja turtles r34, bloody mary r34, kamala harris r34, tenya iida x tensei iida, jesus x judas, luigi x bowser, sonic and shadow makeout sesh, i fuck your dad, suck his dick reallll nice, penis sounding with dirty twig, orgasm denial, overstimulation, xenotransplants, oviposition, diaper Taco Bell, people die, revival, dark magic, ecoterrorism, global warming, chemical warfare, wanda x the winter soldier, haruhi x tamaki suoh, cosmo x wanda, comicon, bronies, pegasisters, mentions of twilight sparkle dying, twiilight sparkle x mordecai, air planes, shootings stars, night skies, NLE Choppa, we could really use a wish bro, TuPac is back, floppa carts: plompy haze, death of a platform known as tumblr, twitter referred to as X, elon musk creates sex robot that specializes in butthole sex, Tesla sex robot, androids that FUCK, necrophilia, android phone usage, pheromones, premonitions and words of Jesus, divine intution, potion making, heavenly visions, satan, satanic visions, the heavenly principles, celestia is above mondstadt, spiritual healing, veganism, white washing, canon hispanic hanta sero, futanari, blasian mina ashido, bovine spongiforms, Tenya Iida virginity loss, bakugo is a fucking faggot, handjobs, footjobs, peaceful protests, the government is controlling you through vaccines, asian fishing,

vaccines might cause autism, freshwater fishing, they will, xenophobia, hentai hucows, incest, usage of slurs, starbucks coffee, lizards run the world, obama might be a lizard, inappropriate use of baby oil, gojo x getou, day twelve never existed and it was all a lie.

word count : 420k words and 69 pages

🐙 note : we are not locked in we are as loose as a ran through sorority president

🦊 note : i am. i have no words. idek what happened. we ran out of time so we went with the option we thought might make people giggle (no we didnt we did this bullshit for ourselves)(your regularly scheduled content will resume tmr!)

🪲 note : i ain’t fucking sorry

you adored your husband—shouta aizawa—so much so, that you were his dedicated housewife. he made plenty of money as a pro hero and… enough… as a teacher, so that left you to take care of the house and your shared cat. though when he did come home he was way different than he was at work, usually at work he was all nonchalant and cold but at home he was sweet and caring, sometimes even a bit rough. his students would definitely describe him as laid back and uninterested, yet when you were around they were in awe of his personality shift.

[ki56]

Sonadow Pride Month Prompts

I’ve seen a sonadow prompt calendar floating around and I really wanted to try writing some prompts from it. I did prompts 1-5 to cover the first five days of the month. Yeah, I did one day early, but I felt I could make it work.

I wrote these together to make a scene. It was a bit strange to since I don’t normally write quite like this when I make my fics, but it was a lot of fun honestly!

Credit for the sonadow calendar goes to @bloojay28. Thank you for creating this and sharing it! And Happy Pride Month everyone!

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Sonadow Prompts

*Shadow POV 3rd Person*

Prompt 1: Glitter

Shadow couldn’t believe he got talked into this. After constant nagging from Amy and begging from Cream, he found himself seated in the pink hedgehog’s living room. They practically ate his brain until he finally begrudgingly agreed to come over for arts and crafts. However, just because he came, didn’t mean he had to participate.

And thankfully, he hadn’t been the only one roped into this, or he would’ve thought that, if the other person who got dragged here hadn’t been Sonic of all people. To make matters worse, Amy and Cream decided they’d go to the kitchen to make treats; leaving the two male hedgehogs alone.

“Why the sour face?” Sonic probed with a smirk playing on his lips.

That stupid knowing grin meant the other was ready to tease and irritate him, which always made Shadow want to punch him. He didn’t hide this fact either as he muttered, "You hate this just as much as I do, so shut it.”

“Ah, don’t be like that,” Sonic chuckled as he laid an arm along his charcoal furred shoulders. “It’s not so bad now that we’re both here.”

“Get your arm off me.”

“Hmm~?”

Sonic hummed that annoying hum of his before invading his space even more. Shadow was on the verge of decking him, but then heard a whisper tickle one of his ears.

“You know you like this just as much as I do.”

Cheeks red as a tomato, the black speedster growled before he lunged towards Sonic, ready to knock him out.

The two hedgehogs got tangled in Shadow’s attempt to smack him, and they ended up fumbling off the pink cushions and onto the carpeted floor; not before the two heavily bumped into the wooden table beside them.

“Ah!”

Hitting the table caused an array of small bottles to topple over onto them, and to Shadow’s horror, it was a bunch of different colors of glitter that coated them both.

“You look like a sparkling rainbow Shads,” Sonic teased as he let out a breathy laugh, not even remotely bothered that he had just as much on himself. “Messing with you is always worth it.”

“Really now, because whenever I’m with you, I always wanna beat your face in.”

“Heh, you sure that’s really what you want to do in our current predicament?”

One dark brow rose curiously, until realizing what the azure speedster was referring to. Shadow had his hands by Sonic’s head while straddling his hips; their position making his tanned cheeks darken again.

“You’re so annoying.”

Giving a silly grin, Sonic made a shape with his hands to match his next words, “I heart you too Shads.”

Prompt 2: Heartbeat

Hearing Sonic’s stupid catchphrase he’s been using lately made Shadow grumble irritably. However, he didn’t get the chance to do anything else because Sonic suddenly lifted himself up on his elbows and instantly invaded his personal bubble.

“I think there’s other fun things we could do than just beating each other up,” Sonic whispered, his lips very subtly touching Shadow’s as he finished in a thick sensual tone, “Don’t you?”

Shadow’s heartbeat could probably be heard, it thumped so loud. He knew Sonic was messing with him. This wasn’t the first time the blue hedgehog did this teasing/flirting thing with him, but it was a more recent development between them, as it used to just be races and competitions. One day, Sonic randomly started adding all this suggestiveness to his words and actions that went beyond their usual ‘rivalry’.

Shadow didn’t know what prompted the other to change his antics, his best guess being that Sonic was just bored and trying to change things up a bit. Though, the azure hero didn’t pull this crap with anyone else, that he knew of anyway, which puzzled him.

“Not moving away? Finally realize you like this position?”

Sonic purred in a way that Shadow had never heard from him before and it made his heart race even faster while the equivalent to an electrical shock ran through his veins.

“Because let me tell you, I like us like this.”

Prompt 3: Quiet

Shadow was about at his limit with Sonic’s shit. This was their normal, sure, but that never changed how the other knew how to press his buttons because there was about to be a fight.

It was then he saw Sonic wiggle his eyebrows suggestively while giving, what would they call that expression, bedroom eyes? Whatever it was screamed things more on the risqué side, and not the adventurous/fighting kind.

“Are you gonna finally make the first move? Or should I just bite the bullet and do it?” Was questioned while Sonic oddly licked his own lips. “Because I don’t know how much longer I can hold back, especially with you holding that peeved look of yours.”

“Would you be quiet?!”

This would usually be the time that Shadow would shove himself off or push the other away from him, which always amused the blue blur since he’d laugh loudly after the fact.

However, Shadow didn’t know what came over him, rather than doing their norm, rather than partaking in what was to be expected, which would be to get up, instead, the ebony male pushed forward and captured the other’s mouth with his own — effectively silencing him.

Though this was not at all on Shadow’s to-do list, he did have to admit that the peaceful quiet that finally fell over the room was much preferable, and if Sonic questioned his actions, he could easily retort that he had been asking for it.

Prompt 4: Vortex

All was at a standstill after Shadow’s daring move. But that didn’t last long. The obsidian hedgehog hadn’t expected Sonic to suddenly grab both sides of his face and pull him down — their lips very much still connected.

With no idea what was happening, Shadow’s mind warped into a sudden vortex as a whirlwind of questions and thoughts raced through his mind, the loudest of those being, ‘What is going on!?’. He never actually expected the hero to not only allow him to do this, but become a willing participant in it.

Sonic broke the kiss, and Shadow felt the chill from the lost contact hit his lips.

“I’ve been wanting you to do that for forever.”

Those words cut through the vortex swirling in his mind. Finding it peculiar, Shadow couldn’t help but question, “Why didn’t you do it then?”

“Cause I figured you’d punch me.” Well, he wasn’t wrong. “But if you did it, then I could reciprocate.”

“I might have still punched you after the fact.”

“True,” Sonic agreed, before cheekily pointing out, “But you didn’t.”

Shadow wanted to argue, anything to not let the other be right, but the words were caught in his throat. It shouldn’t have been hard to give some kind of retort about how shocked he’d been, because he had in fact been stunned that Sonic had pulled his face down and kept the kiss going.

But maybe…no, he didn’t want to admit it. He couldn’t admit the real reason why he hadn’t pulled away from Sonic the moment he returned the kiss.

Out of the blue, his lips became warm again as Sonic closed the gap between them once more.

No, Shadow hadn’t wanted to accept it, but he couldn’t find it in himself to deny it either. Red eyes slowly shut as he gently pressed into the gentle liplock; the two sharing a quiet, sweet moment together.

Prompt 5: Memories

This predicament was nothing like how things were between them previously. Shadow never saw anything but a rival and occasional ally in Sonic. All the times they spent together, all of his memories of them in his head, showed this.

But now, if an outsider were to look in, what would they think of this chain of events? In the future, when Shadow looks back on this moment in time between them, what would he see?

This didn’t change their rivalry, and this didn’t make them friends, but what exactly did this make them then?

“Shadow,” Sonic whispered against his mouth once the two very slightly broke for breath. “I really like kissing you.”

No, there was nothing in his memories that could have helped him guess this shift between them. He had never participated in such activities, nor had he ever wanted to, but seeing Sonic below him with flushed cheeks and half-lidded eyes made Shadow feel things he never has before.

A certain temptation to draw nearer was there, a temptation he didn’t want to fight against, despite that normally he would have. And as if under a trance, Shadow couldn’t stop himself from coming back for more and connected their mouths again, drawing a pleased hum from the blue blur below him.

What took place today would be memories Shadow wouldn’t forget anytime soon; memories he didn’t want to forget. And truth be told, he was okay with that.

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I hope anyone who read this enjoyed it! If I’m able to do more of these, I’m not sure if I’ll continue this or just start fresh. Either way, I had a good time making this!

Happy Pride Month!

**Update: I just realized the first prompt I wrote was very similar to bloojay28’s art for that same prompt. I wanted to make a note that was unintentional because I didn’t see their artwork for that day until after I wrote and posted this.**

[xiiithhazard]

Renewing

Word Prompt 42 – Werewolf

@year-of-the-echidna

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“I’m telling you, it all fits.” Sonic proclaimed loudly, even though his whole family, minus one, were sitting only a few feet away and could hear him just fine at a normal volume.

“Sonic – I mean, I’ll be the first to say there are a lot of creatures out there that we don’t know about. But – I think we would have noticed by now if Knuckles was a – what was it?” Tails added, looking to Tom, who just sighed.

“A werewolf.” He answered.

“Well – I guess he would technically be a were – echidna.” Sonic corrected, but this only earned him a seriously disgruntled glare from his father.

“That’s it, no more horror movies for you.”

“I’m serious.” The hedgehog contended, before counting off his evidence. “Every time there’s a full moon; he disappears for three days. When he comes back, he’s exhausted, covered in bruises and in serious need of a shower. He eats a ton before he leaves and a ton when he gets back. He never tells us where he goes, and he never tells us what he does there.”

“Sonic.” Maddie insisted sternly and he stopped. “He’s only been here for a couple of months. We agreed that he could open up to us at his own pace. If he doesn’t want to tell us where he’s going, he doesn’t have to.”

“But –”

“Pal.” Tom added, before he could go on and leaned in close, until the two of them were nearly nose to nose. “Drop it.”

The hedgehog proceeded to fold his arms and pout into the couch, as the two humans got up to leave. Having given all of the patience they had to this ongoing conversation. “You believe me, right?” He asked, Looking to Tails, who winced at being called out.

“I – well.”

“You can’t deny that it’s suspicious.”

“Well – no, I guess I can’t.”

“Then you agree?”

“What?”

“We should follow him next time. See where he’s going.”

Tails winced again. “And – what if he is a werewolf? He’ll eat us.” The fox started a bit, as he found himself unable to comprehend why he had just said that.

“That’s a good point.” Sonic murmured, rubbing his chin in thought. However, before he could come up with a counter strategy, said echidna walked through the front door. Leaving them both looking surprised. “Wait – he’s back?” The hedgehog proclaimed, checking his phone to make sure he hadn’t gotten his days mixed up.

If his theory was correct, Knuckles wasn’t supposed to return from his moonlighting adventure for another day.

“Hey there, big guy. Back already –” Maddie announced from the kitchen, only to let out a sound of shock and maybe a little bit of horror. Which made Sonic and Tails look at each other, before they rushed to defend their adoptive mother. “Oh god, what happened?” She demanded, completely forgetting about her dishes, to instead kneel on the floor and wrap Knuckles’ right hand in her towel, only for it to quickly turn red with blood.

“I apologize. I merely require some supplies.” The echidna countered her. “I will leave you to your cleaning.”

This earned him a right scary look from their personal doctor. “I don’t think so. You’re staying right here and I’m taking a look at that.” With this, she rushed to the closet to find her first aid supplies. Leaving Knuckles looking surprised by this turn of events. However, he stayed where he was, not wanting to incur her wrath.

“So – what happened?” Sonic asked and the echidna turned to raise an eyebrow at him, picking up on his skeptical tone.

“I have injured myself. Is that not obvious?”

“Yeah – but how did you do it?” The hedgehog countered inching a little closer, waiting for his answer. But the warrior seemed to have locked himself down, in response to Sonic’s odd probing.

“Are you alright?” Tails added instead. Stepping forward to put pressure on the wound for him. Seemingly trying to make up for the fact that they’d just been talking about him behind his back.

“It is nothing. It happens all the time.”

“Yeah?” Sonic proclaimed suggestively and Knuckles glared at him.

“Yes.” He growled.

“Sonic.” Maddie insisted, as she returned with her supplies and shot him a warning look. “Make yourself useful and get me a bucket of warm water and some towels.” She announced, before pulling Knuckles over to the table, so she could start the process. Though the hedgehog pouted at the idea of leaving, he was back before they’d even realized he was gone. “I said warm water.” She countered, knowing that it was something he couldn’t rush, and he made a noise of pure annoyance, before leaving again.

“I am – confused.” Knuckles admitted, as he took a seat and allowed Maddie to unwarp his hand. “Why is he so suspicious? What have I done?”

“Nothing, honey. You haven’t done anything wrong.” She insisted, carefully removing the towel and hissed. “Oh, gosh – how did you manage that?” She proclaimed, gently testing the broken spike on the back of his hand, to find that the bone was now in several pieces.

“It was my fault. I should have prepared more.” He stated, even though she looked up expecting him to elaborate, he never did.

“Where are your gloves?” She asked instead. Knowing the fabric had been designed to protect him from this kind of damage.

“I removed them, so they would not be destroyed.”

“And why would they be destroyed? What were you doing?” Sonic suggested as he returned to catch the last little bit of their conversation. However, Knuckles was not in the mood to be interrogated.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” He growled. “Do you think I am a liar?”

The hedgehog opened his mouth to protest but seemed to run out of patience halfway there. “Are you a werewolf?” He spat out and Maddie facepalmed. While poor Knuckles just blinked at him.

“I am an echidna, not a wolf.”

“Not the point.” Sonic proclaimed. “Are – you – a – were – wolf?”

Knuckles blinked again, before turning to Maddie. “I am confused.”

“I don’t blame you.” She muttered, turning her attention back to his hand and started to gently remove the pieces of bone, without him so much as even twitching. Though it bothered her, she was aware that he naturally had very little sensation in his hands, so there was no need for pain meds.

“What is a – werewolf?” He finally asked, prompting Tails to step forward, already prepared with his little handheld computer that he’d used to look it up.

“A werewolf is a mythical creature that transforms from a human into a wolf, typically during a full moon, often due to a curse or infection from a werewolf bite. They are usually depicted as having heightened strength, animalistic instincts, and a vulnerability to silver.”

Knuckles still looked very confused, which allowed Sonic to speed to the kitchen and back with one of Maddie’s silver spoons, holding it out for Knuckles to take. Which he did – without anything happening.

“What?” The hedgehog proclaimed in disbelief. “But – the moon thing. Why are you always gone during the full moon? Where do you go?”

Maddie promptly took the spoon and slammed it down on the table, before leveling Sonic with her scariest mother’s glare, causing him to shut his mouth with a snap. Then she turned back to Knuckles, once again kind and collected. “You don’t have to answer him, if you don’t want to.”

He seemed to consider this for a moment, before turning back to Sonic. “I go into the forest to perform a Renewing.”

“A what?” Sonic asked, completely confused now. Prompting the echidna to sigh and raise his uninjured hand to show him his spikes and claws, which were unusually shiny and sharp.

“It is a ritual that renews our bones and sheds the old.”

“Oh.” Sonic muttered before shaking his head. “But – why the full moon?”

“It is best to do the ritual annually and the moon is the easiest way for me to keep track of it. As for why I do it on the full moon – there is more light.” Tails started to nod now, satisfied with this answer. While Sonic just stood there his left eye twitching with the precision of a malfunctioning Christmas light.

“Why do you always come back injured?” Maddie asked this time, gently smearing some ointments on his hand, before wrapping it in a bandage.

“The process requires that I remove the old bone. Which can sometimes be – difficult.”

“I see.” She said and didn’t bother having him elaborate, as that honestly made a lot of sense.

“Well – but – why didn’t you ever just tell us that?” Sonic proclaimed in annoyance.

“You never asked.” Knuckles countered and the hedgehog promptly shut up, as Maddie and Tails both burst into laughter.

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Simple but sweet, because I was honestly having a hard time coming up with something for this prompt.

Please share some reviews and comments, I’d love to hear what people think of my work.

[anonymousewrites]

Logos and Pathos (Book 4) Chapter Three

TOS! Spock x Empath! Spouse! Reader

Chapter Three: Intruder Request

Summary: The Ilia-Probe comes aboard, and the Enterprise tries a unique tactic. Spock takes matters into his own hands.

            Ilia’s face stared out at the shocked group. Spock raised a brow. (Y/N) furrowed their own. They felt only very slight emotion coming from Ilia where they had sensed a normal amount before she had—This was not Ilia as completely herself.

            “You are the Kirk-Unit.” She looked at Kirk evenly. “You will assist me.” Her voice was flat, mechanical. “I’ve been programmed by V’Ger to observe and record the normal functions of the carbon-based units infesting the U.S.S. Enterprise.”

            Once again, only a true acknowledgement of the machines, the computers. This “V’Ger” must not be carbon-based. Interesting. (Y/N) tilted their head as they watched Ilia.

            She stepped out of the sonic shower, dressed in a plain white dress. A red glowing bulb sat at her neck, another robotic piece of the puzzle.

            “Bones, tricorder,” said Kirk. Bones nodded while Kirk stepped forward. “Who is V’Ger?”

            “V’Ger is that which programmed me,” said Ilia.

            “Is V’Ger the name of the captain of the alien vessel?” asked Kirk.

            “Jim, this is a mechanism,” said Bones, looking up from his tricorder.

            “A probe, Captain,” said Spock. He looked at the red glass. “No doubt a sensor-transceiver combination recording everything we say and do.”

            “Where is Lieutenant Ilia?” questioned Kirk of the probe.

            “That unit no longer functions,” said the probe.

            (Y/N)’s gaze went to the ground in a moment of morning before they looked back.

            “I’ve been given its form to more readily communicate with the carbon-based units infesting Enterprise,” said the probe.

            “(L/N)?” said Kirk, glancing at them.

            “Very few emotions to sense, Captain,” said (Y/N). “Barely anything. No signs of deception within those, though.”

            “Carbon-based units?” said the security guard.

            “Humans,” said Bones. “Vulcans. Celians. Us.”

            “Why does V’Ger travel to the third planet of the solar system directly ahead?” asked Kirk.

            “To find the Creator,” replied the probe.

            Hm. (Y/N) exchanged an interested glance with Spock.

            “To find the Creator?” repeated Kirk. “Whose…What does V’Ger want with the Creator?”

            “To join with him,” said the probe.

            “To join with the Creator how?” said (Y/N).

            “V’Ger and the Creator will become one,” said the probe unhelpfully.

            “And who is the Creator?” said Spock, attempting another line of questioning.

            “The Creator is that which created V’Ger,” said the probe.

            That clears that up, thought (Y/N) with a sigh. “Who is V’Ger?” they tried.

            “V’Ger is that which seeks the Creator,” said the probe matter-of-factly. Then, it turned and straightened even further. “I am ready to commence my observations.”

            “Doctor, a thorough examination of this probe might provide some insight into those who manufactured it and how to deal with them,” said Spock.

            “Non-invasive,” said (Y/N). “To hurt the probe would be an affront to a vessel that can destroy us.”

            “Oh, god, you talk like him now,” groaned Bones.

            “I do my job,” said (Y/N), smiling at him.

            Spock rather liked when they got efficient and logical. He loved them as they were, but there was something especially attractive when they were so engrossed in their job and just perfect at it. (Vulcans had interesting turn-ons in partners, not that most would admit it).

            “Ilia-Unit, uh, Probe, would you accompany our doctor to Sickbay?” said (Y/N).

            “I am programmed to observe and record only the normal functioning of the carbon-based units,” said the probe.

            “The examination is a normal function,” said (Y/N). “We undergo them regularly for our health.”

            “You may proceed,” said the probe to Bones, and when he stepped to the door, it followed.

            “I’m glad we have you, (L/N),” said Kirk.

            “Starfleet asked for me for my expertise for a reason,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            “You are the only true expert,” said Spock.

            “Spock, I thought you didn’t lie,” said (Y/N), chuckling.

            “I don’t think he believes it could be a lie,” said Kirk, cracking a small smile.

            Spock didn’t dignify that with a response. He loved his spouse. He would never lie about what he thought of them—the fact that it was all positive notwithstanding.

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            The probe lay staring blankly up at the machine as it scanned. Bones examined the reports of the machine, and Spock, (Y/N), and Kirk awaited his information.

            “Micro-miniature hydraulics,” said Bones. “Sensors, and molecular-sized multi-processor chips.”

            The doors of Sickbay slid opened, and Decker stepped in. Instantly, the room filled with anger and shock as he saw Ilia’s face on the probe. He looked like he was going to speak, but his shoulders dropped mournfully, sadness overtaking his surprise. Decker remained silent as he stood to watch the report continue. He hadn’t expected the probe to wear the woman he obviously loved’s face—(Y/N) always knew these things—but he had the sense to try to remain calm.

            “And take a look at this,” said Bones. “An osmotic micro-pump. The smallest body functions are exactly duplicated. Every endocrine system is the same, too. Even eye moisture.”

            Decker gazed down at the probe, and its head turned to see him. (Y/N) started as the probe’s hair raised and its lips parted upon seeing him.

            “Decker.”

            More emotion than (Y/N) had felt so far in the probe emanated from her with that one word; with it, (Y/N) understood for certain that something was left of Ilia within the perfect mechanical replication.

            “Fascinating. Not ‘Decker-Unit?’ ” observed Spock.

            “She felt something more than a blank baseline when she saw him,” said (Y/N) softly.

            “She? You think—”

            (Y/N) nodded in response to Kirk. “A perfect replica, feelings and everything.”

            “A machine with emotions?” said Bones.

            “Why not?” said (Y/N). They’d seen stranger. Besides, emotions hardly followed logic. Why couldn’t a probe made with the heart of woman who loved someone retain some of that? The world had created more miracles than that. Love was a magical thing, after all.

            “Gentlemen,” said Kirk, drawing the group aside. “Will.” He caught Decker’s attention and drew him into the hall. Better to have the rest of this discussion without the probe overhearing.

            “What happened to her?” said Decker, grief evident in his voice even as he attempted to keep himself level-headed.

            He does have the makings of a great captain, thought (Y/N) approvingly.

            “Captain, this probe may be our only key to the aliens,” said Spock.

            “Probe? Ilia is the probe?” said Decker.

            “Exactly. It is a programmed mechanism, Commander,” said Spock. “Its body duplicates our navigator in precise detail.”

            “But beneath that programming, Ilia’s real memories and…self are in some way copied, too,” said (Y/N). “They created a perfect copy, and that means she has the same…feelings she had when alive when she looks at you. There aren’t any feelings to truly sense in the probe—which, in itself, is strange since it’s a machine—but she does feel more when she sees you.”

            “Ilia’s memory, her feelings of loyalty, friendship, might all be there,” said Kirk.

            “Evidently,” said Spock. A long time ago he wouldn’t believe it. This was a machine, after all. But it made complete sense, and he had seen the power of emotions, the heart, and memory time and time again. His spouse was powerful due to those illogical notions. He would never discount them.

            “You had a relationship with Lieutenant Ilia, Commander Decker—” upon seeing Decker’s eyes widen, (Y/N) smiled ruefully “—Your emotions upon losing her showed that clearly.”

            “Well-Yes-But that probe, in another form, killed Ilia!” said Decker.

            “Commander,” said Kirk. “Will. We’re locked in an alien vessel, six hours from Earth’s orbit. Our only contact with our captor is that probe. If we could control it, persuade it, use it—even just get more information—”

            Crack!

            They all jumped as the wall was torn open. Calmly, the probe stepped through as if it hadn’t broken through a metal wall without a problem.

            “I have recorded enough here,” it said, monotone once more. “You will now assist me further.”

            Kirk glanced at (Y/N), and they stepped forward. “The Decker-Unit will assist you with greater efficiency,” said (Y/N).

            The probe’s gaze lowered with true confusion, and she—this felt like Ilia once more—looked at Decker. He gazed back at Ilia’s face with a tiny smile. He was angry at the probe for what it had done to her, but when he saw her face, he couldn’t help but soften slightly. Such was the case for those with a heart.

            “You have your assignment, Commander,” said Kirk.

            “Aye, sir,” said Decker.

            The probe stepped to the door, and it opened. The probe walked out, and Decker followed, letting the door close behind them.

            “I am concerned with that being our only source of information,” said Spock, lacing his hands behind his back.

            “Well, what else can we do?” said Kirk.

            Spock just looked at the door again. (Y/N) frowned as they felt something course through their marriage bond, a sense of resolution within worry. They glanced at their husband with a furrowed brow.

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            Kirk and (Y/N) sat forward in their chairs as they watched the security monitors. On the screen, Decker was giving the probe a tour of the Enterprise, answering questions as they went. He was careful not to reveal anything sensitive or important for their defensive position, but the probe appeared satisfied with each answer it was given.

            Bones entered and looked at the screen. “How is it going?”

            “He’s sitting the probe down for chess,” said (Y/N). “It’s likely something he and Ilia did together. Good. That will prompt more memories.” They nodded approvingly.

            “An audio-visual association,” agreed Bones.

            On the screen, Decker and Ilia gazed at one another—more and more of Ilia was breaking through. For a moment, her brow creased, and her expression turned oh-so gentle. Then it hardened, turning unreadable. The probe turned away.

            (Y/N) frowned. “The programming is hard to overcome, it seems.”

            “Why does Enterprise required the presence of carbon units?” asked the probe, the camera following it as it walked around the recreation room.

            “Enterprise would be unable to function without carbon units,” said Decker.

            “More data concerning this functioning is necessary before carbon units can be patterned for data storage,” said the probe.

            “That doesn’t sound good,” said (Y/N), frowning.

            “What an understatement,” said Bones.

            “What does that mean?” said Decker on the screen.

            “When my examination is complete, all carbon units will be reduced to data patterns,” said the probe.

            “Definitely not good,” said Kirk grimacing.

            “Not good? That’s beyond that,” said Bones, waving a hand.

            “Within you are the memory patterns of a certain carbon unit,” said Decker, stepping forwards towards the probe. “If I can help you revive those patterns, you could understand our functions better.”

            “That is logical. You may proceed,” said the probe.

            “Spock would be proud of that statement,” said Bones wryly. He paused. “Speaking of, where is the pointy-eared man of logic?”

            “He said he wanted to work on attempting more scans of the alien ship,” said Kirk. “To get more information.”

            (Y/N) paused. “That’s what he said?”

            “Yes,” said Kirk.

            (Y/N) felt their stomach flip over worriedly. “Spock knows that there is no way through the shields reflecting our scans back,” they said slowly.

            “He thinks we could make contact in some way,” said Kirk.

            (Y/N) stood. “Then that means he’s doing something stupid and dangerous.”

            The comms beeped the moment they spoke. “Bridge to Captain,” said Chekov.

            “Kirk here,” said Kirk.

            “Captain, airlock four has opened.”

            Bones looked at (Y/N). “Would that be the stupid and dangerous thing Spock does?”

            (Y/N) gritted their teeth. “That is absolutely something my husband would do.”

            Wasting no time, they opened the door and darted to the elevator. Kirk was quick on their heels.

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            “Captain,” said Chekov as Kirk and (Y/N) entered the Bridge.

            “Situation report,” said Kirk.

            “Starfleet communication growing in strength,” said Uhura. “They still have the intruder on their monitors. It’s decelerating.”

            Kirk nodded, and (Y/N) looked at Chekov. “What’s happening with the airlock?”

            “It was opened, and a thruster suit has now been reported missing,” said Chekov.

            “That’s Spock,” said (Y/N), groaning. Their husband was in huge trouble when he got back for causing them this much worry.

            “Bring him back here,” said Kirk. He paused. “Wait. Get a fix on his position.”

            “Aye, sir,” said Chekov.

            Kirk looked guiltily at (Y/N). “We can get good information?”

            “Captain, I am respecting your decision as captain. It’s a good one, tactical,” said (Y/N). They smiled sweetly. “But you two are both in trouble once this mission is over, understood?”

            Kirk coughed. “Understood.”

            (Y/N) looked at the viewscreen as Spock came into view from the cameras. He floated towards the closer aperture of the inner workings of the vessel. Their heart twisted, and (Y/N) held their hands together. They closed their eyes and focused on the bond with Spock. Be safe, they thought, sending the feeling of warmth to him. They couldn’t support him much this far away, but their heart was always with him.

            They felt the same warmth filter back through the marriage bond to them, and (Y/N) relaxed. No sooner did they calm then the thruster suit ignited and send Spock shooting towards the vessel. Instantly, all of (Y/N)’s anxieties returned.

            Spock disappeared into the aperture—small enough to fit—and disappeared from view. All (Y/N) could do was cling onto the bond to monitor Spock’s health. For a moment, it felt calm, then curious. And then (Y/N)’s entire body felt a shock of pain so intense they doubled over.

            “Spock!” they gasped out, eyes widening in horror. “Kirk—”

            “Chekov, have a thruster suit waiting for me,” said Kirk. He knelt next to (Y/N). “I’m going to get him, (Y/N).”

            “Please,” whispered (Y/N). They needed Spock to be safe.

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[dandelionjack]

the girl who waited (episode) is pure existential horror, tempered by the tragedy of the passage of time.

jaded amy. old amy, battle-worn amy, embittered amy, weathered amy. cold hardened unrecognising eyes. thirty six years. thirty six years in a containment facility alone. solitary confinement. facing grim reality with nothing but your wits, nothing but the faintest hope of some semi-mythical men from a distant past coming to rescue you, princess in the tower a second time. not this time. you forge weapons. you fight. you force yourself to forget. and then out of the blue, that bloody, bloody distinctive shade of blue, comes his voice, cheery as ever, spouting technobabble, cracking puns, all with that sickening babytalk – wibbly-wobbly bibbety bobbity boop. promised you a dream and gave you hell, hell, hell again, your beloved's death, your beloved's death, traps, paradoxes, a daughter, a daughter who was never there, a daughter who was never yours to raise, a childhood best friend that you'd never met, a life you never got to live. he dropped out of the sky and burnt up your world over and over and over, displaying something like a true exhilaration, something like amusement while he's doing it. and now when there's nothing left, no stars to explore (they're all flaming balls of dead matter) no planets to discover (they're crawling with dread and disease and pollution and war) his carefree tone cuts through the stillness announcing – we've come to save you, little girl. it's only been a blip for us, a glitch, an oopsie, locked on a bit too late, sorry rory.

these men brought you to purgatory and left you there. and now one of them's back (wearing the other's voice on his eyes, the omnipresent voice of your cruel god) your husband from the life before, unchanged, un-aged, same as you last saw him. you haven't been touched by another living soul in thirty six years and he's grabbing your arm.

who are these men, now strangers to you both, one frozen in youth, another ancient? here, the other one: on the screen, ever unchanging, ever friendly, that knowing gaze. they both promised you a universe, then allowed it to narrow to the size of a cage. you're not plastic like your dear "husband" had been all those millenia he spent "waiting". you're not a mysterious transtemporal entity. you're alive, you're human, so much more human than these aliens standing in front of you now, and you've felt every moment, every agonising moment, every hour, every year of your indefinite sentence. isolated. alone

that glowing gadget in your hand? it's a probe. sonic probe. because in a world with no wonder left, we refer to objects by their proper names.

[maareyas]

Mission Report [12/27/20XX]

Brief: Nuclear activity has been detected in the ruins of research facility "Tartarus" indicating the presence of a working reactor. Investigate for possible asset retrieval and/or risk of the radioactive contamination spreading.

This is the 7th and 8th drones sent down. As per General ███████ of the Marine Corps, they will be the last for the foreseeable future if the drones end up mysteriously taken offline like all the others.

Fortunately, the Drone 8 managed to get clear footage of the unknown creature that's been taking the drones out (though, it was shut down not too long after by a sudden loss of its battery.)

It is theorized this creature is the escaped subject of Project ██████ once housed in the facility. It is unknown how it survived the explosion from 50 years ago.

Memo from General ███████ : "Change of plans. The higher-ups want that thing neutralized and captured alive--at all costs."

It's been so long. I'm so out of practice when it comes to painting!!

Design Notes | [SPEEDPAINT]

[weirdthoughtdive]

Sonic AU in which Amy Rose turns full on celebrity not just to spread her love to the public but to represent the Sonic team. She also has the purpose to steer away weird probing people and media people away from sticking their noses in the Sonic team's private lives.

The thing is, the public loves gossips about their heroes. Especially their love lives, that's why when their popularity grew and grew, the media took it as a chance to invite them to interviews with the purpose to get a gossip out of them and their words. That's a problem, and that is where Amy Rose comes in.

She attends festivals, parties, interviews in place of her friends, answers questions in place of her friends, she does things to make her flashy and put on more attention on her, all to steer away the public from her more private friends. She's controversial, fans loves her, media hates her. Amy Rose everybody.

[mantrabay]

Hearing Things Part 1

It’s a long distance whisper … I’m not paranoid but on this day.

There is a dark gothic feel to where I am right now if not more.

Just people who are meandering as if trapped.

They seem to be talking to themselves.

It’s something I can detect.

In the sense of looking for themselves or lost in some way.

The odds, the oddities, the weird synchronicities, coincidences.

Are these characters talking behind my back.

In my absence.

This notion is mounting apace.

I’m being burdened by this veiled whisper.

It mightn’t necessarily be negative.

It mightn’t even be of any real consequence.

Conflicting thoughts are swirling.

Are my own thoughts casting sounds?

Oh sense of loss.

The word loss has a running eerie resonance.

This otherworldly experience isn’t just a figment.

The lady I adore is faraway.

Ours is a blue moon occasional link up.

It hasn’t dimmed our passion over the years despite the infrequency of our meetings.

She is a person like me who has an ear tilted for the inexplicable.

Inklings are now flying.

I’m walking through peculiarity in a strange familiar street.

Maybe ominous is not the apt phrase.

The world, both inner and outer can play tricks.

It’s that itch in my ear.

You’d think I’d need a hearing aid.

But hardly with this mildly sinister ordeal?

A plot of some kind as my unsteady steps assume a life of their own.

It’s a Saturday afternoon.

But it’s like many a Saturday afternoon of late.

I’m this urban hobo in a daze.

Maybe the expression phase might “strike a chord.”

Is it this journey or broad search for a depth that seems illusory?

Guffaw, uproarious laughter, red faced giggles at me

It could of course be at others.

But at what one mystically ponders?

The location I’m presently exploring with these “hearings” as amorphous canvass.

Aloof but tangential muffled power.

Greyness suffuses everything and everyone I encounter.

My obsession with colour and structure lurk only within myself.

At least that’s what I tell myself.

It’s happening again.

I may this extraordinary power of hearing.

Some might say “Imagination” is more apt.

When life events occur which may have that unlikely reach internal self probes they place.

But at heart significant others in my life have been informed of what is happening to me.

Yet a shudder as that sonic intrusion into my ear recommences.

Quite regularly too.

These anecdotes of mine are not the inchoate musings of a troubled pysche.

The most bizarre vibrations emanating are from this day

Within the last six months it may appear that I have “LOST” everything to these hearings.

All the intrigue doing somersaults .., doing volte face, high risk surreptitious shadowy underhanders.

And meanwhile is there a convulsed conspiracy?

Despite this apparent weave of covert, undercover, spy thriller

who dunnitisms I laugh at each side of my mouth at it all.

Well, in intermittent spurts.

It may seem incredibly naive to guffaw when a myriad mosaic of fantastic upshots dash at rapid rail lightning speed presently.

There is from one standpoint an ironic comic stand, maybe stand up comic amusement.

The hearing has been magnified by me not in any alarmist interpretation of events..

Nor is it a question of having exaggerated connections in other people's lives.

“Oh my goodness, I nearly walked into a poster promoting the amazing powers of the mind for both emotional depth and uproarious laughter.

Did something or things actually tumble from a bulging carrier bag that had the forehead of a wrinkled brow?

And the incongruity.”

The notice I was actually getting now.

And there were people muttering oafish, thoughtless comments under their breaths.

They were pointing towards my feet.

One of the standers by had a disapproving grimace.

“Groans oozing corn about me being in deep conversation with myself.

They seem to say I must find myself so fascinating that I’m willing to risk my fascinating self.”

I find the above erroneous.

I heard someone say I must have left a lasting impression on that poster.

It was one way of getting in touch with myself.

Photographs and Short Story mine exclusively

I dedicate this post to my inspirational sister Jay A Pallen

I wish to thank everyone on tumbrl who view and consider this submission

Part 2 of this story to follow

[softroundbunny]

2 Eggs, that's all I'm asking for. Two big ol eggs.

~~~

I watched, poised with satisfaction as I hear the wooly man did a preliminary ultra sound, previewing models and the human juice work of your potential growth.

"Up to 5 eggs, full grown," he beams, putting a reassuring gentle pat on your cushy tummy. I kiss you with so much pride and schedule the appointment for next week.

Once we were alone in the room, you look at me with a little desperation, and I ask what seems to be the trouble. You sheepishly explain that you were unfamiliar with the ultrasound process, not knowing they have to insert a probe against your cervix in order to produce sonic imaging. I try not to smirk as you describe the slight ballooning it did caused you so much arousal, you were begging for me to touch you.

"Awwhh..poor bunny.." I mused as I confiscated your panties right before you grab them, coming up to you close and casually sliding my fingers under for a casual taste as we went about your day.

"Mm-Mistress~" you manage as we climb to our floor in the elevator, hand over your womb, but my fingers circling your clit.

"What is it, baby bunny?" I coo, feeling your wetness beginning to slide down my fingers, "That ultrasound made you so wet and you've been so well behaved..you've been cumming all day..for being such a good girl.."

Your eyes unable to focus on me, just the unending throb of your princess parts. Your thighs coated in so much slick and cream that you've tried to hide. You were simply a mess. You hadn't known what came over you.

-- I may have replaced the ultrasound wand gel with something to set off your sensitivity, but by the time I got you back home, it didn't matter. After dinner, you still complained of a needy cunny, and who was I to deny you? I was watching tv while pumping the dildo in and out of your dribbling mess amid all of your whining and moaning complaints.

I washed you off and set you to bed, excited for all the fun I was going to have, and what I was going to do with all of the money we got for incubating the eggs. ---

The specialist explained how the rather large eggs were to grow over the next couple of months, you unable to even comprehend anything as your head felt leagues away, rubbing your mostly rounded belly. I too was victim of passing rubs across, a smirk plastered on my face while the lady explained the growth pattern and the hormone breakdown.

The ovipositor came through a little curtain and cupped your dripping pussy, hole and all. It was so entertaining watching the appendage stretch you, stimulating every zone that could open you up. I held your head against mine, eyes locked when yours weren't rolling back. You told me the orgasms were easy, and build well with my nipple rolling and clit play. I was so happy to see you enjoying the breeding, not holding back, and thanking me to for allowing you to go through with it. We took a small respite between eggs, since the first had almost completely filled your poor womb. I gave you all the belly rubs as I served you water and ice. They didn't have to use a large amount of local anesthetic, you urging that you wanted to feel the stretch and that the material the ovipositor should be enough for you to handle it.

My brave strong bunny.

It was a hefty stipend for the size of the eggs, the couple who needed them incubated was loaded. We explained to our son that you had to help a mommy and daddy, his eyes ballooning at your extended middle. You were still soft enough that he would take naps with his head rested atop your egg-bound tummy.

You were glowing and bubbly, twirling around and showing off your belly, "Look at how big your eggs are making me~..ugh~ my boobs are swollen.." you whine. I suggest that maybe you need to be milked, you deny my suggestion, even though your tank top was stretched and wet for the third time today. The hormones had your mind all over the place, heavily relying on me to guide you to do most things even after I coax a handful of orgasms from you at a time to relieve your ailing.

After a couple of months, you looked like you were entering your third trimester. I had to keep pulling you away from the mirror, you were in love with your bump. So was I, it looked so good on you. The hormones became much more managable and our son loved being able to fully sleep atop your belly while you folded laundry or talked to me about what you think birthing the eggs would be like.

"I wish you could keep them in longer, so maybe we can do it again later this year, you know?" I say feeling one of the eggs turn in my hand under your skin, which I grab your hand to feel with me.

"I want two more~..like right after this one!" you playfully pout, your belly wiggling a little as you shift.

"Well the specialist said you have to wait, but I'll call him and ask for the first available slot, mama bunny."

i’ve never ever entertained the thought of “eggpreg” before … but … this was … this made me … feel a little smth :3

first of all, absolutely adorable the way i can still comfort and nurture our sweet boy despite the round tummy i have !!! <3

but also … the way you wrote … the other stuff 😵‍💫

[burlveneer-music]

Martin Glass - The Interstellar Music of Martin Glass - inspired by the Voyager space probes

Martin had been a surprise choice for the commission. It was the Spring of 1977 and two Interstellar Mariners were to be sent hurtling into deep space. Glass was to provide weekly "sonologues" of their progress, audio diarist for a pair of mute mechanical adventurers. Delivered with a near fanatical diligence over the course of nearly three decades, these stuttering musical biographies would soon bewilder those who had first asked for them. Martin's work, they judged, had begun to plot its own eccentric orbit, charting more than just the ships' material progress, but rather their imagined psychogeography ("What will they say about me?" "I will never conserve my instruments" “Nobody has gone further”). With his sonic dispatches increasingly ignored and unheard, all funding for the project swiftly fell to dust. The very best of these scores, chosen from a vast compendium of source material, are now assembled here for the first time. Their muses, two arthritic spacecrafts now nearly half a century old, limp on through deep space, forever onwards and onwards forever... Mastered by Giuseppe Ielasi. Artwork by Richard Greenan.

[mizunolulu]

Amy's Bakery AU

In this AU shadow becomes obsessed with Amy but not in a stalker or yandere type obsession more like a glimmer. A glimmer? you ask. Yes and by this I mean by you can know someone on a surface level or a surface level with more depth such as you know what a person likes, how they eat, how they tie their hair or by how they walk. The art of noticing. Shadow is enamored with Amy even with her obsession with Sonic and he doesn't try to change that. At least not until he helps her at the bakery, seeing her stressed out and nearly frantic for a helping hand makes his heart ache and he gets the idea to do anything to make her comfortable. In doing this Amy is flustered because it's something she wouldn't expect. Yeah the helping hand in battle she figured was a given you don't want someone getting hurt but she quickly realizes she loves how Shadow s fingers graze her arm while baking or stares at her too long or the dorky smile he gives her at times. Shortly after the bakery Shadow comes back to give her these half burnt, icing falling off the top, scattered sprinkled cupcakes and profusely apologizes for ruining them but he wanted to give her some in debt of the singular cupcake she gave him as a thank you. She laughs at the fact he ruined them but tries one anyway. Yuck. Shadow is eternally embarrassed but Amy waves it off and asks him to bake with her. They stumble through the kitchen, hearts pounding. It feels different than it did before because they know they like one another. Shadow goes home and pours his heart out to Rouge who simply offers that he ask Amy out. He panics but agrees to it. In the meantime Amy is at Vanillas house and is telling her what happened and she feels ashamed because she likes sonic but vanilla teases her and probes her to give Shadow a chance. This weighs a heavy burden on the two because of the Sonic dilemma.