#anyways. SONIC X TIME BABY!!!!

[infizero]

alright as of right now i am officially starting to watch sonic x. wish me luck on actually getting through it all and also feel free to threaten my life in my asks if i dont keep watching it

[shima-draws]

So apparently my brain has decided to get back into Sonic again I say already 27 episodes through rewatching Sonic X. Anyway. I love my kids ESPECIALLY Chris to this day I do not understand why people hate on him so much. He’s baby

[essycogany]

Rare But Not So Rare Sonic Moments. Character Analysis.

Crying

A weird topic I’m more then happy to discuss.

Mandate: “Sonic’s not allowed to get overly emotional.”

I’m starting to think the mandates do break in a few instances. This one specifically is something I’m quite interested in because this is probably one of the rarest emotions Sonic displays. Getting sad/emotional.

Hopefully this essay will be a positive outlook on the mandate.

(Despite being a discussion about negative emotions.)

Examples Of Sonic Getting Emotional

I might not include everything, but the examples I have knowledge of will be stated. If you have anymore examples, I’d love to see them.

SATAM: Sonic cried when he and the Freedomfighters had to leave his Uncle Chuck in Robotnik’s lab.

Archie: The times Sonic cried/teared up was when the weight of a situation got to him, when something tragic occurred and all hope was lost, or when he was filled with joy after those instances ended. Those moments like others, didn’t go too far. (For the most part)

Pretty sure he never out right sobbed.

Underground: I think Sonic only cried when he was a little kid.

Correct me if I’m wrong.

X: In episode 52 Sonic allowed his tears to shed with his head turned away from us. He and Chris ran one last time before Sonic left through a portal to go home forever. It obviously crushed him even if we didn’t see his face.

Boom: Sonic cried/teared up in two episodes of the show. First when Tails was reminiscing about the Tornado and noticed Sonic wiping his eyes. Sonic replied, “What?” Then he, Knuckles, and Tails all cried when they thought the baby they took care of was gone. Also, in Archie when Stick’s rock friend broke or “Died,” everyone in team Boom morned it. Sonic included.

IDW: Sonic shed tears in the Scrapnick Island Issue. Even if it was “Mecha Sonic’s” tears I’ll count it anyways because it’s a good loophole and it came out of Sonic’s eyes.

Movie 1: It’s implied he indeed cried during the baseball scene. The sources being a deleted scene and story-board of the film.

Prime: This doesn’t really count, but Sonic teared up in the first episode when he was held captive by the Chaos Council and had light blasted in his eyes, when he was in darkness. Then Sonic actually cried in episode 7 when he ate a seadog. Either because he was home-sick or starving.

(In the last episode of season two it’s implied he might cry in the next episode. Especially with the shot of him looking on the verge of tears and then covered his eyes in the background of the last shot, but we’ll see.)

By the way. You can see the instant improvement from episode 1 to 7 of the tears animation. Just thought I’d say that.

My Overall Thoughts

Hold on because this is going to be a long ride.

First thing I’d like to discuss is the mandate itself.

I personally don’t believe it means, “Sonic shouldn’t cry.”

(Which has been stated a bunch)

If that were the case, I don’t think this majority of moments (specifically the recent ones) would’ve happened. I think the mandate meant Sonic couldn’t and or shouldn’t go too far with his emotions. I don’t think the mandate existing makes any since, but I won’t get into that.

My point is, Sonic can cry, just not in an overly dramatized way unless it’s done for comedic purposes.

(I say that because of Sonic Boom and the 7th episode of Prime examples. Which are obviously not meant to be taken seriously)

My opinions on Sonic crying.

It’s not necessarily needed, but I don’t mind if it’s done well. I do believe Sonic shouldn’t go too far unless the situation does.

One Issue in Archie when Sonic’s entire life was basically ruined, is a good example. If you’re going to have such calamities happen to him, especially since he has zero ego or mask to hold onto, I think it’s a fair enough scenario for him to react as drastic as his misfortune.

But I believe if he were to cry in something like the Metal Virus. (Just for an example) it could be like how Espio teared up after Vector’s sacrifice.

Crazy idea. Let’s talk about Shadow for a minute.

Shadow is one of the most stoic characters in the entire franchise. He barely smiles, gets excited, or displays any overly positive emotions. While Sonic rarely cries, gets angry, or shows any harsh negative emotions. Shadow and Sonic are opposites because of that.

Sonic’s overall a positive and outgoing guy who wants to keep moving forward. Whenever he has the time to worry, he runs. Faces his problems head on. Sonic only let’s a small amount of his true emotions out when helping someone else. In general Sonic’s a pretty optimistic character.

Shadow on the other hand is a reserved and serious guy. Who wants what’s best for the world too, but in a more calculated and planned out manner. But for some reason, in Sonic Adventure 2 after Amy encouraged Shadow to save the world, (Which reminded him of Maria’s real wish) He sheds a tear.

I repeat. Shadow is the most stoic character in the entire franchise. Who rarely shows his emotions. And yet he cries.

Why can’t Sonic? To be fair, Sonic usually doesn’t have time to think, let alone worry about how he feels. But if Shadow himself can have a short moment of releasing his emotional baggage, why can’t the blue blur?

Is Sonic even as happy as he let’s on?

I’d say he’s genuinely happy half of the time. Then the other half Sonic’s internalizing everything negative in him. Everyone knows Sonic’s overall upbeat, but we’ve seen plenty of times (In the Metal Virus specifically) when he’s thinking, or enduring the chaos around him, he doubts himself. Sonic has these insecurities and emotions he barely let’s anyone see.

Besides Issue #24

Even in Sonic Prime while Sonic shows the most guilt, sincerity, anger, fear, and sadness in the show. He sometimes still puts on a front and acts like everything’s fine.

Sonic Unleashed I’m pretty sure was the first and only time we’ve seen him mope for a minute. All because Amy didn’t know who he was. So, he does have some level of insecurities lingering every once in a while.

Can Sonic crying even work?

How I interpret him crying is when he’s alone. Some people theorize in certain instances like SA2 and Unleashed with Shadow and Chip’s sacrifices, he cried a little. I’m fascinated by this idea. I believe it’s the most in character way to let him cry. Maybe even something like X when his face isn’t shown, but you know how he’s feeling.

Even if we do see Sonic’s face, him crying or tearing up could be shown without being over the top. Normalize it in a way that doesn’t fly off the handle. His expression could have a hint of frustration, anger, or exhaustion. Crying is normal and I don’t see Sonic crying as out of character because it’s been done plenty of times.

It’d be nice if it happened in order to make Sonic feel more believable and sympathetic. As long as the dude’s not on the floor whaling, I’m sure it can work.

Final Thoughts

There are other ways to show Sonic’s emotions. Again, crying doesn’t have to happen, but it does help the writing feel less unnecessarily limited of what kind of emotions can be displayed on this character.

Though there are benefits too. Like finding fun loopholes or small animated details like in IDW and Prime. Sonic not crying so much makes the times he does (or may do in the future) feel earned and impactful. The examples before prove it can be done without taking away what makes Sonic who he is. It just needs to be subtle, quiet, and quick. (Or humorous) Depends on what you think.

At the end of it all, Sonic’s a tough hedgehog. Him shedding a few tears won’t ever change that.

Stay Creative! 💜

[ctheathy]

Yandere Mangey Headcanons

Mangey x Reader

Yandere Headcanons

Author’s note : Hello dearies, I hope each and every one of you are doing well <3 This is the last of the three Tails counterparts in their yan. state. Enjoy~~

There’s been some debate on whenever these headcanons should have remained as romantically vague or not. So instead, we have the results of the Reader viewing Mangey much like they would as a pet considering how animalistic he behaves, Mangey on the other hand? Ahaha, oh nono darling. He views you as HIS mate.

Mangey/Reader [Romantic//Pet-like]

[Gender-neutral Darling|Female Darling|Male Darling]

Potential ⚠️TWs⚠️ :

Manipulation • Guilt tripping • Possessive behaviour • Jealousy • Forced affection • Extreme clinginess • Touch-starved behaviour • Co-dependency • Licking • Marking • Scent mention • Disregarded accidents • Unaware attempted murder • Mangey doesn’t own up to anything he does

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As easy yet vague as it may sound from this perspective, Mangey’s cutesy demeanor and animal-like innocence in the original series is no more when it comes to this concept. Not in a way it can be considered pleasant, anyways. Though it can often be confused with purity due to Mangey's constant needy mindset for your attention and though the fox can come off as cute at first ... you'll eventually realise it's anything but, and underneath that baby face and sparkly eyes, there's a creature awaiting that acts purely on hunting instinct and impulsive emotions.

The main trait that worsens would be his aggressiveness. I trust we all know that Mangey can already be rather on the feisty side torwards those he doesn’t trust; seen as how he and Sonic met. Well, take that scenery and multiply it by hundred. He is especially suspicious of those that try to get touchy with you in particular, feeling as if their intriguing behaviour screams nothing but trouble for you, even if you just so happen to not see that the same way. He would likely get hostile right off the bat, much like an overprotective dog clinging to and defending it’s owner. He tends to get jealous easily too whenever you pay the slightest bit of attention to another, chattering away at his teeth like a rodent in his visible frustrations.

Despite the fact that he's constantly glued to your side like a lost puppy, bunting you and showing the early signs of trust with his distinct species from the rest of the group. The fox would show signs of being rather... unmanageable with his aggression, animalistic tendencies and motions of threat, but that's far from the occasional felony that would take place behind your back. With an example being purposely putting those around him in danger that could easily cause permanent or even fatal injuries. He doesn’t realise that his deeds have consequences ... but it's more than obvious his true intention is to simply stall and keep you to himself in the process. Not realising his intentions are truly far from healthy and might even break the two of you further apart. And if he did understand the concept of fatality, there's doubt if he'd even care for the negative outcomes. And just like many wild animals, they take what they want without remorse.

Out of Tails’ three counterparts, many would likely believe Mangey to be the most innocent of the bunch, motiveless even. But I don’t believe that to be entirely true. As despite how pure his intentions may seem to be at times, he’s not just some fool. And oftentimes even knows his behaviour can result in him getting what he wants, taking advantage of his sweet-ish and touch starved characteristics in order to win over your touch and approval. Mangey would be an extremely needy yandere and will stop at nothing in order to get what he wants. As long as you remain either affectionate or allow him to cling to you, he’s frequently going to be a tamer yandere to have besides from the shown aggressiveness. Especially as all he practically wants to do is cuddle up with you all day while rubbing his scent all over you, marking you as his territory.

Another unusual habit the fox has is being incredibly disinterested and unapologetic if he were to attack somebody. Even with the painful marks visible on the said person's body, Mangey would continue growling and hissing at what he considers a threat, despite the constant reassurance of his allies. It's honestly less of a threatened feeling and more of a resentment and holding a grudge. Even to those who have fallen ill among his home and are in noticeable pain, Mangey remains inconsiderate and unsympathetic. It isn't until you notice him abusing the wounded acquaintance with petty acts such as throwing small sticks, plants and straight up dirt at your companion despite the already fragile state they're in and scold him for it, that Mangey shows a sense of so-called ‘regret’ for his actions. Giving you puppy eyes with those crocodile tears running down his face as if he's trying to make you feel guilty for calling him out on it rather than apologise.

Some would debate that he simply doesn't understand, but that is really not the case here ...Mangey has occasionally made it very noticeable that he specifically targets those close to you or whoever is even attempting to get your attention. And he truly goes a lot further than many would realise, keeping his rivals in line by keeping them hurt and sick. The fox is oftentimes seen spending more of his time around the places where the vegetation is in full growth, looking for herbs and weeds that can be considered harmful to the average mobian and sneaking it into the nourishments that'll be given to his opponent. Usually resulting in food poisoning for days and chaos by the lack of recovery.

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Because of how animalistic he behaves, he doesn’t have to take as much responsibility for his actions, if any at all. Which is exactly where the main problem comes in, he doesn’t have to live up to particular standards and he technically gets away with everything that he does. And just due to his companions being so used to the animal-like behaviours like this, they have no actual realisation over how severe it has gotten after you came around. Despite the fact that a lot of physically harmed victims have been falling along with the fox’s change in characteristics, with Mangey being suspiciously close by whenever the said accident took place ...

Making you wonder ...what role could play behind those shiny, bright blue eyes that appear innocent

[uncannily-adroit]

the watch

eighth doctor x gn!reader

rating: g

warnings: none

a/n: i wrote this as a little comfort drabble for myself, i haven't written properly in over a year but i'm actually really pleased with this! eight certainly needs more love too <3

"Doctor, do you want me to wash your coat?"

He looks down at himself for the first time since he stepped foot outside the TARDIS. After a lively- or deathly, almost, in this case- adventure, his green velvet frock is covered in mud. He smiles a little, happy you noticed, because he probably wouldn't have until it was too late and there was dirt everywhere. "Thank you," he murmurs to you as he slips it off his shoulders. "Just empty the pockets, please."

You nod in response and head off, taking a few twists and turns down to where the laundry room usually is, setting the coat down on top of the washing machine to dig around in the nooks and crannies. You pull out his sonic screwdriver first- you set it aside to take back to him once you're done. Then a half-eaten paper bag of jelly babies. You swipe one- maybe two... maybe three, because that's the magic number. Then a yoyo, some lock picks, a spare TARDIS key in a funky shape on a ridiculously long chain, and lastly, a silver fob watch.

Something about it catches your attention. It's rather unassuming, honestly, a plain little thing, but you decide to open it anyways. The watch face is also pretty normal, but the noise that comes out of it isn't. Instead of ticking, you hear a tinkling sort of noise, like wind chimes. A pleasant chill runs down your spine, soothed in a deep way by it.

The Doctor's already made tea, yours waiting next to the comfy red chair, and he's preparing to start doing a bit of work on the TARDIS, making a move to grab his sonic screwdriver. He pats himself lightly multiple times, trying to find it, before he remembers he'd given you his coat. That makes him realize how long you've been gone. He figures you're wandering around one of the closets again; he found you one time practically submerged in a box of old scarves, happy as could be. He heads off in the direction of the laundry room, opting to check there first.

He finds you laying on the floor, thankfully with nothing wrong with you. Next to your ear lays his fob watch, open and playing its little songs. He can't help the smile that crosses his face. "What are you doing?"

"Vibing," you respond. "It's so pretty..."

He lets out a laugh on a breath and walks across the tile, settling himself on his back beside you. You look over at him and he meets your gaze, the smile still lingering on his face. His hair's spilling in his eyes; you push it away, and he captures your hand and presses a kiss to your palm before releasing you. "Do you want to know how I got that?" He nods his head at the time piece between you two. You nod. You always want to know more about him. You could listen to him for hours, and he can talk just as long. The chiming becomes background noise as he starts his story, still laid on the floor with you, the coat and sonic forgotten on top of the washing machine.

Eventually, your back does begin to hurt. You sit up, stretch and snap crackle pop. He grins, pleased by the sight of you from behind with an arched back. He follows suit, picking up the watch. He snaps it closed, looks at it for a moment, then takes your hand and presses it into your fingers, closing them around it. "Here. I've got plenty, and this one makes you happy. I'd like you to keep it."

Your heart skips a beat, fingers tightening around the cool metal and underneath his cold fingers. "Are you sure?"

"Positive."

[gillyweedgrl]

You should be watching Pit Babe! - A Brief Review

Saddens me to think how many people are missing out on a great show because they think it’s not worth more than a trash watch, if that.

I mean, realistically, is it the most amazing cinematic work of all time? No, not unless pretty-boy power bottoms with daddy issues are your thing, which in my case they are, so let's talk about Pit Babe!

Note: I've tried to keep the spoilers to a minimum, they're mainly in the tags and links so follow them at your own risk, you've been warned.

Honestly, Pit Babe is a pretty damn good show, especially if you A) pretend the Omegaverse factor doesn’t exist and take the show for what it is and B) you don't mind not knowing what's going on half the time, just sit back, relax and enjoy the ride.

Overall, Pit Babe has got a good production value, a slightly absurd yet entertaining plot, a great choice of cast with amazing chemistry and pretty decent acting skills amongst the mix of seasoned actors and newbies.

For a totally biased fair and balanced review: There are some details that are left vague instead of being explained in depth or at all (yet), but that’s to be expected when you adapt a novel into a movie or series. It would get boring for the audience if the pace was interrupted to explain all those little details that we’re likely to find out along the way anyways (shout out to those who've watched the latest episode; finally!).

There are also some scenes that feel like they’re not as necessary and some background/plot devices that made a little more sense in the novel but I personally don’t feel like they detract too much from my viewing experience.

Babe (played by Pavel) and Charlie (played by Pooh) as the main leads do a really good job at shouldering a large percentage of screen time. Charlie comes across as happy-go-lucky, a bit clumsy/goofy, entirely fearless and a little naive, which is mostly true, but there's clearly more to him than that. Right from the start Babe is clearly someone guarded, detirmined and skilled at what he does (racing cars and having sex) and he has a very tight cirlce of people he trusts. There's a winning combo right there, quite tsundere/sunshine from the outside but definitely more breath the surface that gets exploded as they go.

Way (played by Nut) is Babe's best friend and racing companion, they've been racing together at Team X-Hunter for years but there's clearly more than friendship on the mind for Way, though the feelings appear to be one sided.

Alan (played by Sailub) is the owner of Team X-Hunter and an all-round cool Uncle (which the whole team call's him (despite barely being in his mid 30's). He's kind but firm, he cares for his team like they’re his family and it does seem as though they’re his only family.

And the rest of the cast consists primarily of:

Team X-Hunter:

Dean (played by Lee); a junior racer with slight douche vibes

North and Sonic (played by Michael and TopTen); everyone’s babies, they’re junior racers and content creators

Jeff (played by Pon); the newest member of the team, he’s a part time mechanic and full time conspicuous

Pete (played by Ping); the money guy Alan brings on board to sponsor the team

Team Red Racing (the rival team):

Winner (played by Pop); the guy who never seems to win against Babe

Kim (played by Benz); the new racer they hired to beat Babe

Tony (played by S Vorarit); Red Racing's newest benefactor and *shock horror* Babe's former foster father (try saying that ten times fast)

Kenta (played by Garfield); Tony's right hand man

Then, there’s the 🌶🔥🤯

I, personally, enjoy a little spice/heat in my shows. It’s not necessary for every show, of course, but I do think that when it serves a purpose to the story and it’s done well then it can be quite enjoyable and this cast/production team is doing it really well.

As I said, the chemistry between the cast really is amazing (both on and off the screen, if you're interested in that kind of thing) and although the spicy scenes aren’t nearly as abundant as they are in the novel, there are some really good ones. I decided to bite the bullet and binge read the novel over the past couple of weeks, I blame @pharawee’s breakdown posts for those sleepless nights, and it was worth it for me but not necessary for watching the series.

Lastly (as if this post isn't long winded enough as it is) there are a handful of things in this series that we don't see too often in BL's and make it worth watching even more:

It's got race cars, murder attempts, mafia influence and supernatural powers (at least half the characters have one).

There's no evil ex-lover out to get revenge or get back together with one of the mains (thank the BL gods).

It's got a Soft Top/Dominant Bottom dynamic where the title character is both super masc and a pretty princess.

And we can't forget, it is technically an Omegaverse series (or rather, it's Omegaverse-lite) which none of us saw coming!

Anywho, to conclude; yes, you should be watching Pit Babe. No, you don't have to read the novel to understand what's going on because none of us understand what the hell is going on at any given time. Charlie and Babe are fucking around and finding out, the rest of us are just long for the ride, Alan and Jeff are having a whole ass rom-com-drama in the corner, the babies are making their content and having a blast and the others aren't quite on the map yet (or are they? *wink, wink*), but I sure hope they will be soon!

If you made it this far, thank you and are you okay? Do you need to have your brain checked?

[soraviie]

you compare yourself to him 2.txt

━ type: bts x f! reader ━ navigation ━ part I here

━ about: angst atop of angst and some fluff

━ a/n: Bacchus here is a reference to a Korean energy drink in Yoongi's part. Jimin's part is my own favourite one :)

━ previously posted on soraviii

NAMJOON: The world is...beige. Since when? Blinking away the heavy grogginess, you reach to touch the material on your face before removing it. Looking around one might think you'd slept through the whole warfare as every surface is covered in clothes. Amidst the maelstrom like a blur in the wind is Namjoon, tossing everything he could find all around. You reach to hook a finger around a silver chain necklace inexplicably dangling on a bedside lamp. You remember this one. You'd gifted him this in Tartu on a whim of being overwhelmingly lovesick for his dimples.

"Are you fleeing the country?" you rasp, voice falling gruff from the disuse. It had been...hard to talk after the gallery. Or look at yourself in the mirror. Or leave the bed.

At the sound of your voice, Namjoon whips around, accidentally pulling along with him a lightbox. Dimly you watch it clatter on the ground.

"Baby! Hello! Did you sleep well?" he asks with an eagerness of a zealous labrador and you frown.

"Well enough. Have you gone mad? Perhaps?"

He laughs as though this simple remark was the finest joke in the land.

"No, I'm very focused and logical," he chirps and your frown deepens. No way his brain was not harmed somehow. This was...suspicious to say the least.

"Listen, I'm going to be on the TV today -"

"You always are," dryly you point out but then he crawls on the bed and practically sticks his face into yours, so close you go cross-eyed.

"Make sure you watch it, okay? It'll be a live. Starts at 3."

"Okay," flustered you comply and as his breath fans your face the suspicion surges. "How many energy drinks have you had?"

"Nine!"

Your eyes pop open but you can't do much about it as he glimpsed down, finds the necklace glimmering between your fingers and lets out a jubilant cry.

"I've been looking for this thing! Thank you!" he begins leaving rushed kisses all over your face, graciously ignoring any protests. "Thank you, baby! My moon and stars!"

Was he drunk as well?

Pulling back just as haphazardly he glanced at the clock, breathing a horrified gasp.

"Oh, shit, I'm late! But the mess..." he tosses a guilty glimpse at the destroyed closet before you push him.

"I'll..I'll clean it, just go."

You had little to do anyway, not like you could go to a gallery to have worldly people fun. At that, a natural scoff worms upon your face.

"Thank you! I love you! I love you so much!" he yelps and presses himself fervently against you, capturing your lips in a sloppy, frantic kiss. The taste of energy drinks spills onto your mouth. The next you know, your boyfriend becomes Sonic and is out of the door leaving nothing but destruction in his wake.

Typical.

You're still folding some pants when reluctantly the weight of the promise burdens you too much and end up switching the TV, knowing in your heart that seeing him in his role as an idol, you'll only feel more distant. What sort of girlfriend tunes into the TV to see their boyfriend not just call them? What sort of girlfriend were you at all? You frown at the leg of the pants, bunching it in your palms before releasing it. A lame one. You were a lame girlfriend.

It couldn't be said that this interview was anything else that you hadn't seen and heard hundred times before but one thing does stick out like red in a sea of mourners. Namjoon looks like a goddamn patchwork game. You can squint and frown, an action which is done by many, including the interviewer, his band, and the camera operator probably as well. The look presented makes it seem he was blind, drunk, and high when choosing his clothes and also made that choice in a closet belonging to a crazy person. Green baggy pants, a red turtleneck, a white, little scarf, a beret and the necklace proudly laid to glisten in the middle of his chest which that turtleneck is giving it all to protect.

Was this his way of saying he needed a break?

"Uh, Namjoon, to address the uh...elephant in the room," the interviewer begins, pulling the collar of the shirt aside, under pressure to both ask and be very polite about it. "Are you experimenting with new fashion these days?"

"No," he beams back, suspiciously innocent and wide-eyed. "These are my favourite clothes! They give me comfort and remind me of being loved whenever I go."

You think back and start piecing together, a patchwork of your own if you will, that these were all things you got him. Some you had forgotten - the joke beret, the necklace but the red turtleneck was an impromptu Christmas present while the green pants he wanted but didn't have the time to go out and buy himself.

"I see," the interviewer drawls. "To segway off what you said, as k-pop idols, love is certainly a big part of your songs, may I ask how you view love on your own? Is it something you share with your image or is it completely different?"

"Well, I-" Taehyung begins but is immediately interrupted by Namjoon whose eagerness makes him look like a complete maniac. Poor Taehyung can only blink owlishly and then let the matter be.

"Thank you so much for asking! I've thought a lot about love, I always made it complicated in my head, but now I know better. Love is being understood," his eyes snap straight into the camera and you flinch as you hold eye contact. "It's to be comfortable and feeling heard. Most of the time you know people say you have to be of similar interests, that then you'll be able to bond better but that is simply not true. People are not bonded together by their diplomas, how many stamps they have on their passport or how many painting meanings they can discern."

Your cheeks flush.

"They are bonded because they share one another and that's what's important not the trivial nonsense others may push upon them. The world is made of perspectives and whenever our loved ones express their thoughts it becomes a better, more interesting place. And I think we ourselves as well. What matters is not how many, let's say, artwork meanings they get but how much of us they get."

"And do you feel..."get"?" the interviewer asks awkwardly and Namjoon splits into a broad smile.

"Very much so. I need nothing of no one else."

YOONGI: He stands there menacingly. A (not so) tall shadow cast over your bed at the very break of the dawn.

"You slept well?" he asks. Menacingly. Cause that's what he was. Menacing. Even the package in his hands is...menacing. You scurry to press yourself against the headboard. There's a determined gleam in his eye, one that says he was up to something and will see the fruits of his labour even if it kills him.

"Umm it was okay. Why are you cosplaying as the boy from the Grudge?"

He whines and the sinister aura disappears. You had hoped to avoid him for some days. Despite your best intentions, the words that you were only charity to Yoongi repeated their heinous loop over and over in your head.

"It was meant to be cute," he pouts. "Like watching over you in a guardian sort of way."

"Ended up with Brahms," you mutter and then erupt in a fit of coughs, dryness in the throat making it hard to speak.

Yoongi's face sours in an instant.

"Did you fall mute again?"

You shrug. It's easy not to talk when you don't exist. He sighs but doesn't prod, knowing full well he can't force things to be alright.

"Would you be up for dinner? A fancy one?"

You incline your head to the package and he hands it over. Inside sits dinner wear made of the finest quality.

"Why?" you rasp. "You don't usually like dressing up."

He shrugs and something about it has your eyes narrowing.

"Just wanted to do something different," he replies a bit too offhand. "Are you up to it?"

"I-" another cough interrupts the sentence and Yoongi rushes to get a glass of water. "Thank you. Okay. We can go to dinner."

Another dinner, yey, you think to yourself dryly but he seems for some reason excited and it would be no good to be a curmudgeon to him as well.

"Thank you, Bacchus," he bids softly and leans to kiss the top of your head.

You snort at the nickname.

But the dinner extravaganza didn't simply end there. With every passing second, the mystery tightened like an Agatha Christie novel. Yoongi insisted on you taking the car he ordered, tinted windows to add, to an undisclosed restaurant and with the driver oathed to not speak a word of it. Your phone he asked to shut off as well. Not put it on mute but turn it off entirely. You partially wondered if he hit a psychotic break of sorts and/or has unfortunately turned into a murderer. Mulling over the heartbreak that would be if your honey boy would turn into a killer, you were stunned to see a familiar face when climbing out of the car. Your mother.

"Mom? What are you doing here?"

She was dressed to the nines as well and seemed rather shocked to see you climbing out of the car. Around her neck sat a pearl necklace one you don't recall her having and she was nervously twiddling with it in front of the restaurant's host. A restaurant that you very purposefully avoided as one of its managers was none other than that annoying, grating, stick-so-far-up-her-ass-its-practically-impaling-her cousin of yours.

"I don't know," she replied, glancing around. "Your boyfriend asked me to be here."

Before you could answer anything, the host urged you to enter into a private area as was the case when you dined with someone who needed absolute security at all times. The group wasn't all that large, consisting of yourself, your mother, your aunt, the aunt who wasn't as cool as the first one her weird husband and their dog even, who was sporting a fancy bowtie for the occasion. By the table sat Yoongi and though many would say he appeared stoic you knew exactly what that sly, scheming son of a biscuit had done this evening. He raised to stand, politely bid welcome to all your relations who as always didn't know how to act so they settled on an ungainly silence, and then gave you flowers before kissing your cheek. By the bar, her eyes glinting like two wildfires, sat your cousin gurgling her own poison most likely.

"I'm so going to choke you for this," you discreetly whisper into his ear but he only smiles.

With alcohol loosening much of the knotted tongues, the dinner progressed smoothly. Yoongi occasionally coquettishly leaned in, so unlike him, and brushed his nose against your cheek. All, of course, a part of an elaborate apology.

"But you were afraid of my mother," you argue, walking hand in hand back home. Where your cousin went you did not know but it was unlikely she would be present at the next meeting.

"Still am," he chuckles but even then there is an undercurrent of fright running deep. "But after you hung up I called her and she relayed that you looked like a ghost for the rest of the evening. And I know I said this a thousand times but I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm not always there for you, I'm sorry for being absent, I'm sorry if anyone ever made you feel like you're invisible," he sighed, stretching he tie looser from his neck and you adjusted his hair, mussed by a strong gust of wind.

"Still you don't need to do all that," softly you say. "It's enough for you to just show up sometimes and be awkward in the corner."

"I know," he kisses the top of your head pushing the doors open. "Just wanted to show that you're the only one I see."

JIN: In a fashion that probably millions of other people did before him he pretended everything was fine. That it was all fine. What was it? Fine. Normal. Nothing was happening. Everything's usual. The same old. And then he cried in the bathroom stall for ten minutes, before forcing it to all stop and pretending that it was all fine.

But as your things became scarcer and two lives that he meant to unite forever were separated, clinically and detached like a scalpel of a surgeon, the less he could pretend it was fine.

It wasn't fine. It was over.

Jin was never one for relationship theatrics to say that his life was over as well but now he realized that it was - the life he wanted at least and possibly could have had in the future - was dust.

But there is some truth to the idea that sometimes loving someone was leaving them, letting them go in a wind, like a migrating bird, away from the winter of discontent and into the summer of ease.

And you assure him it's nothing he had done. Perhaps that's the most infuriating part, it's nothing he'd done so he can't correct, he can't change the world for you even if he wants to oh so bad. But harder still is to watch, watch you be a hollow shell, driven to a point of insecurity so high you ill. No jokes of his, no smiles, no well-meaning words of his can change the sentiment.

"I can't do this anymore. I can't handle the world you live in."

Even if he wouldn't be an idol, it's a world Jin has always lived in. He knows how to not buckle underneath the waves of judgment cause he had swum in them since but a bare-bottomed infant.

"You can always crash here or call me if you need help," he offers, trying to sound as light as possible while helping you pack the last boxes. Such a strange thing to help the love of your life leave you but despite all Jin has always wanted to take care. So he takes care one last time.

"That's not how it works," you laugh. It's dry and humourless and he wonders how long will it take for you to move on. The love is not lost it just couldn't conquer all as lovely as that would be.

"Yeah, I guess so," he scuffs his slipper against the floor. The home is empty now. It feels physically wrong and Jin hopes to himself this would all be a bad dream. That this is the same night he got you from the police station and this was a concoction of the mind, wormed and plagued by guilt.

"Eat well, okay," he reminds. There's so much he wants to say but he lets himself choke on those words. Why? He doesn't quite know but the last thing he wants to do is make you feel any worse. That's not what a good partner does. Even if he's soon to not be one.

"I will," you promise. "Remember to stretch once in a while, you play too many video games, they can make your muscles tense."

He doesn't trust his voice so Jin nods. And just like that, it's over. A thirty-second walk to the elevator is all he gets instead of a whole life he'd been so certain of. But even now he thinks that better you be happy than miserable by his side. The elevator dings and he's buying seconds, he would put his entire fortune for just a minute.

"Where will you be travelling exactly?" he asks.

"I don't know. Somewhere warm, somewhere cold. Find myself again," you reply, pretending it's all fine as well. If you acknowledge the reality for just a second, you'll break and so you delude yourself. For just a bit.

Jin nearly says to send him a lot of videos but then bites on his tongue. The elevator opens and you climb in, a suitcase behind you, a carton box in the crook of your arm. Jin smiles.

"You know, life is strange. Should we suddenly cross paths five years later who knows how it'll turn out, right?"

It's, of course, a hopeful delusion, a length of rope many have tied around their necks with a smile on their face but he can't stop. He doesn't want to stop. If the movie has a hopeful ending, it's a love story, if not - it's a tragedy and Jin was never one for tragedies.

Be that as it may, you open your mouth to say something, anything, but the elevator closes and the rest is silence.

HOSEOK: He glowers. Hoseok is not known for glowering but he does so to his earnest. The foot tapping the floor nearly makes a dent in the material as he waits. Waits for you like a disappointed parent or a hunter lying in an ambush. Hoseok himself doesn't particularly care what he is as long as he gets what he wants which is you at home.

She's not cheating, she would never cheat, he tells himself but isn't that what all poor bastards of the world thought. The hallway is dark and you stumble freely, assuming he's not here and then nearly crack your skull open when seeing him stand stoic like a statue in the dark.

"Fucking hell!" you yell and he jumps, somehow startling himself by the loudness of your voice.

"Welcome back," he greets you cooly, turning on the lights. "Hoped I was out?"

You stand squirming in guilt and avoiding his gaze exactly like a cheater would but there's no cologne on your blouse or a hickey on the neck. The only thing you carried was a plastic bag with snacks. Cheap, cheap snacks.

He takes it away from your hands and peers inside. Ramen, cotton buds, chocolate chips, and seaweed for some reason.

"I don't understand," he breathes out. "You're...all this time...every time you're not home you're doing grocery shopping?"

You don't answer anything and his brows furrow in confusion.

"_____________, I don't understand. Please, tell me what's wrong."

"Nothing wrong per se," you brush off. "It's just I..."

"I?" he urges.

"It's where I feel like I belong."

For a while, he leans into the wall and then it clicks together.

The store was perhaps the most normal thing possible with people going about their day, hardly any limelight. Hardly any luxury.

"You're with me, I love you," he sighs. "My world is your world."

"Yeah," you brush off, clearly lying. "I know."

And perhaps it's the stress or perhaps the fierceness with which he's ready to tie himself to you, a move he never thought he could wholeheartedly make, he has none of it. Which brings him back to a party, one in his name once more just a tad more covert.

"I don't know about this," you stammer, trying to pull your hand away from his.

"Just trust me. Don't you trust me?"

"Not with that tone," you whine crossing the street. "Listen, I'm happy your album is a success, couldn't be prouder -"

Hoseok's ears flush to this day when hearing any praise from your mouth.

"Thank you."

"- but you can, you know, have fun and I'll chill out somewhere else."

He whips around.

"Is it something someone said?" he confronts and you awkwardly glance away.

"They don't need to say it, it's apparent. I'm sticking out like a sore thumb in these places."

"I don't care for them and neither should you! If these parties are about me, then you should always be a part of them. I invite all the guys, all the time -"

"Yeah, you all work in the same field," you roll your eyes and he lightly flicks your forehead.

"Dummy, they're my family, you're my family and my family is with me in celebrations."

You gaze at your intertwined hands.

"Obviously, I can't and shouldn't force you to be here but trust me and maybe I can make you feel a little bit better."

You draw a heavy sigh, bemoaning to yourself about the sacrifices of love and with gritted teeth step into the enemy territory. It's loud and bright with many strangers surrounding you like flies around honey. You notice Jin and Jungkook tucked away neatly in the corner and they offer knowing nods of the head. You frown at them and turn to the stage where there's a podium and a magnificent chair like a throne behind it. Hoseok sits you, confused, down in it, sort of in the background but always present like an overarching symbolic presence and if people look then even faster they swerve away in guilt. Hoseok's smile is bright and polite but there is no question about it that the line "let's be friendly" means no one so much as opens their mouth to toss a curt comment or swerve their eye your way in an inappropriate manner. In between Hoseok frequently checking back and Jin pulling you into a nameless 1v1 phone game, you forget of the crowd, their judgement and your need for their opinion. Whenever you glance up, Hoseok is there giving an encouraging smile and you realize the one opinion that matters the most will never waver from always being in your favour.

JIMIN: The money spilt all across the counter as Mari yelped, startled when the door was simply kicked open.

"I-I'm sorry but we're clo-"

"What is this?" Jimin's voice comes with a sharpness you'd never ever heard before. It makes you swallow nervously, eyes lingering on the paper slip clutched in his palm.

"I...I explained what it is," you squirm anxiously and Mari's head is a blur, switching to left and fro in between you both.

"We..we have to keep closing," she whimpers, shrivelled small by the register squeaking in a barely audible tone.

Jimin's eyes snap towards her and she immediately withers underneath his rage.

"Just go home," you order her, tired, and she doesn't have to be told twice. Only a second passes before she's scurrying to the door. Momentarily, you can see that she recognizes the masked stranger but that makes her eyes only hang lower as she desperately tries to not be remembered, probably counting the sum of his displeasure in her head. When the bell rings to announce her exit, the air presses down with tension.

You twist the towel in your hands, pulling a deep breath to speak a string of words that cut your heart open.

"Jimin, I want...I want to break up."

"No."

A pause.

"No?" stunned, you echo.

"I'm not breaking up with you."

He has pulled the mask off his face and his eyes are crazy. They're rimmed red. He's been crying.

"You can't just -" you begin to object but he quickly interrupts.

"Do you still love me?"

The question takes you by surprise but he's not content with silence.

"Do you still love me?" he reiterates with more strength and you nod, voice catching in the throat.

"I do, but -"

"When we got together I said it would be hard but we promised, you promised that we would work through our problems together."

"I'm sorry," you murmur.

"Not accepted," Jimin snaps and you flinch. "What was this - "I'm sure in time you'll find yourself a more appropriate partner with whom you'll feel happier." With all due respect, ______________, you do not get to dictate what or to whom I should feel something. I'm dating you because I want you, not a model, not an idol or whoever you think is "good" for me. I want you."

"But what if I begin to resent you?" glaring at your shoes you listlessly argue but Jimin's face doesn't differ from the hard scowl with which he barged here into.

"I'm not going to part with the love of my life on a what if," he sneered throwing your breakup letter decidedly into the trash.

"But I'll just be a burden-!"

"Oh for the love of!" he throws his hands into the air. "You're not a burden for asking my help. I want to do it, you understand? Me! I want to help you, I want to provide for you, that's what I want not what you force me to do," completely worked himself into a heated tirade, he barely took a breath before pelting the words one after another like hail upon your shoulders.

"We're going to go home, talk about our problems and then live happily ever after, god fucking damnit!"

You stand mutely, hunched in yourself quite like a berated kid. Exhaling slowly through the nose, Jimin's rage seems to abate, if a little bit, and for a lingering pause, there's only the rhythmic ticking of the wall clock filling the air.

"I still need to close," you shuffle, sensing the familiar sting in the eyes.

"Fill out the documents," he replies stiffly but at least not sneering anymore. "I'll do the rest. You must be tired."

You comply without a question sitting down to fill out the proper numbers. Jimin's ensnared with dusting the countertops, mopping the floor, and gathering the trash. An unsightly, lowly work that a national star like him shouldn't be doing but he does. He does it all.

TAEHYUNG: He keeps thinking that it can't simply end like that - on a slammed door in the silence. But it does. It's inevitable like seeing your favourite movie with a sad ending over and over again, always hoping that the familiar reel will somehow change, that the world will be a better place than it is but the movie is set and the ending is set and everything is set in stone. Taehyung's role is set to play the irredeemable villain and be ruined by his own actions.

"This..you know...big city...but lovers find their way," he slurs in a bar with only Jimin to keep tabs on him. He's angry, untalkative and quite upset as Taehyung lost the love of his life and he lost a good friend all in one fell swoop. It's only because of Jimin's curt text of "way to miss your girlfriend's birthday, prick" that he came to his senses. He'd rushed home all at once though it did no good. The apartment was empty, the neighbours vouched for you moving out and in the trash, he found a single, crumpled note. It began and ended with only one word - V. Not Taehyung the one he's always been to you but V. There was nothing after it but he kept it still.

"Lovers...they find each other in every life right?" he asks but Jimin remains obstinately quiet yet when comes the time to weep he reaches out to pat his friend's back.

"It's just a scarf!" he yells into the stylist's face. "It's just a scarf! What's the big deal? It fits the theme, right? Just let me keep it!"

Namjoon having rushed to the room inspects this strange friend of his, backed into the corner with an expression so vicious he fails to recognize him. He doesn't know what happened but he knows the way Taehyung hugs the scarf to his chest, to protect, to cradle it like a kindling flame. He knows grief when he sees one.

"Just leave him alone," he orders the stylist and Taehyung is let on the stage with a scarf on his neck, one he doesn't stop touching throughout the entirety of the event. It was the only thing left besides the note, otherwise, you'd been very thorough, combing your life free of him in all conceivable ways. World as always goes on and Taehyung hates it for it doing so. Rather it'd stop, rather it stand completely still so he can mould himself into time itself and stop existing. He sees fractures of you in scenarios of happy strangers, of hands intertwined and smiles shared, a life lived together as he always wanted to. He intended to with such certainty it's like the very basis underneath his feet is crushed. He never assumed it'd go so wrong.

Largely he keeps this obsession to himself, of fear of being judged, of being called crazy, only Jimin knows and in his neverending love for his friend, he tolerates it. Partially in the happier moments, Taehyung tries to romanticize the situation. In any good love story, one person meets another and they are split apart by circumstance only to end up together. Forgiveness always wins and love prevails. That's what he was told since being a baby. This was...this was his term of punishment, a way to apologize for his actions but nothing of the sort is of course real. The reality which Taehyung was never too fond of was much more sterner and cutthroat. You didn't love him anymore = you left. The End.

The End.

He lives in dreams and he lives in love that now is just an echo.

But the wronger still comes the day when your scarf splits at the seams. It can't be fixed, it can't be brought back, it's just ruined and gone and it sits in Taehyung's hands - useless. Still, he shoves the threads in his pocket, fully aware that there was a line, a fine line to be drawn but he can't bring himself to draw it. If he stops hoping, just for a second, his movie will end like it was always meant to be.

JUNGKOOK: "Please come home."

"No."

The begging had been going on for almost half an hour. Both attempts were fruitless, his - to get you back, yours - to get him to leave.

"I'm sorry."

"You didn't accidentally step on my foot! You told me my entire life is useless. That I'm wrong for being not like you."

He licks his dry lips and runs a hand through the messed-up hair. Unwillingly, you notice that his knuckles were faintly bleeding. The temperature had dropped suddenly overnight. He must have forgotten to lotion them. Not that it mattered now. Though he had quite a lot to argue about that.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry for what I said. I was stupid, petulant and..." he sighs, staring at the floor. "Jealous."

"Over what?" you tilt an eyebrow.

"Yoongi. You get along with Yoongi. He gets you and I was scared so I lashed out."

"It's not an excuse," listlessly, you frown at his figure lodged halfway into your friend's apartment. A safe haven, he somehow managed to find out about. One couldn't argue with how driven Jungkook was. A quality you did not appreciate much right now.

"What do you want here? That I'll spring back into your arms, magically find some sort of passion and suck you off in gratitude?!"

"No!" he objects. "No! It's not like that!"

"Then explain! Explain for us lowly, dispassionate losers what is this all about?!"

He begins to twiddle with his thumbs, tongue playing with the back of his lip ring. It wasn't often that a 1.79m, tattoed muscle mass known as Jeon Jungkook could possibly appear small but he appeared as such in this very moment.

"I just want you back. Want to eat my words," when you open your mouth to tear him a new one, he hurries faster. "But I know I can't. So I am asking, I'm begging to give me a chance. Not forgiveness, just a chance to start over. As...friends...if you'd like. I'll get to know you anew, open mind this time. Be as you are. That's all I'm asking."

"Friends?" you parrot, part scornful, part impressed. He used to drone on and on about how he always wanted to be more than friends, how that name was like a lightless void to him, an unshakeable role in the distance he was desperate to breach so to hear him offer that very role so eagerly was if anything a symbol of truly wanting to listen. If he could be trusted.

You assess him sternly, tucking away the feeling of a girlfriend far way.

"If we do it, if!" you emphasize yet his eyes gain a hopeful tint. Retribution. "I want to be able to cut ties without you throwing a fit, tracking me down and doing this because this," you wave over his crouched figure. "Is not cute. It's annoying. One strike and you're out! And we start as friends!"

He's not deterred in the slightest on the opposite his face is glowing.

"I'll get to know you as I should have," he promises. "No judgement."

You let out a prolonged, irritated sigh.

"I hate you."

"I don't," he replies, nose scrunched in happiness. "Not in the slightest."

© soraviii/soraviiie 2022-23

[cas-theghostking]

So what exactly is the Sonic warp au?

OH MY GOD ITS HAPPENING.

Hi, yes. Sonic warp is an au I started working on about a year and a half ago with a friends of mine.

The basic concept is that when Blaze uses the chaos emeralds at the end of 06 she is sent back in time, by alot. She ends up on Christmas Island and a hedgehog named Aleena finds her and fixes her up. (Blazes face got burned off) anyway, blaze Remembers what happens to Christmas island and warns Aleena of the danger, telling her to get her kids off the island. Her kids being sonia, manic, and sonic. In the og timeline sonia and manic didn't make it but now that they are, when blaze tries to go back to her reality, she can't. She ends up in the same kind of always on fire place as before but this time, she has to take care of a baby silver who litteraly doesn't know where he came from. And later, the younger version of herself. As for sonic, his life is pretty much the same bur we spliced it up with some TV show, fand dub, and spinoff lore. His adventures are familiar with a fun little twist.

It originally had a focus on just blaze and sonic but it grew far past that. There's two Blazes running around, sonics sibilings are there and being unhinged, cosmo from sonic x is there, shadow is a consistent charecter, charmy gets arrested for tax evasion, metal has t-girl swag, tikal and knuckles are besties, tails has an emo phase. Something that we did that I really like is give a bit of story with some of their parents, knuckles and his dad specifically was a cool thing that we had.

But yeah, this has been long in the making, it's got this kinda "x-men" vibe to it in how we treat the world around them. It's fun, it's weird, we spend a good chunk of the story traumatizing the charecters. It's a blast to be writing.

so feel free to ask more questions about the story and any of the charecters. We've been waiting for this. Thank you.

[accidentalslayer]

Word Count: 2,530

Warnings: Angst & Abuse. In particular, religious/cult abuse. Death, dying, and trauma after a near-death experience. Dissociative vibes. The end has a really reaffirming, comforting example of friendship. I wish everyone had a Josh in their lives.

Author's Notes: I really struggled on this chapter. Mostly because I've been sick for all of July and only recently started to recover. My spirit was willing to write but my flesh was weak. 🤣 Anyways, I'm still on my Angsty!Davina hype. This chapter delves deeper into that. Oh! By the way, I changed "Vincent Webb" in Chapter One to "William Webb" so as not to confuse everyone because there's already a "Vincent" in The Originals. It'll be William Webb moving forward.

This'll be the last Davina chapter for awhile.

Please feed me comments, hearts, and reblogs if you liked this 🌹You can find me on A03 as accidentalslayer.

Pairing: Yandere!Elijah & Klaus Mikaelson x Fem!Reader (eventually) Summary: Davina gets an unexpected visit from her best friend Josh who has some, erm...concerns about her mental health. Also, life gets weirder for the young Harvest Girl when a truth is revealed. One that could change her life forever.

Recommended Song: "You Were Cool" by: The Mountain Goats

Chapter Three: Jonah's Whale (Part Two)

Cold hands shook Davina. Muffled sounds hit her ears. Someone was shouting, their voice fraught with urgency. It was enough to snatch her out of sleep and snap her eyes open. Peering through a blurred vision still addled by dreams, she looked up at the person who had a vice grip on her arm, then blinked.

It was a boy; dark-haired, dark-skinned, wearing an Abercrombie & Fitch polo shirt underneath a worn hoodie that looked like it'd seen way better days. Fastened around his wrist was a friendship bracelet that Davina immediately recognized as the one she'd made a year ago while living at St. Anne's. The initials 'J.R.' and 'D.C.' embellished its design in bright, rose-colored thread. The letters were joined together like clasped hands inside a heart that she'd gotten a migraine over weaving at the time. Davina was a much better artist with charcoal sticks than with cotton twine, anyways. Despite all the grueling hours of training she had gotten out of the Sanguinem Knot.

Groggily, Davina wondered if she could trust her sight?? Perhaps this was another nightmare or an illusion cast by Monique to trick her? Could it really be...

"J-Josh...?"

"Davina!"

It looked like Josh. It sounded like Josh. It bit its lip nervously like Josh. But Davina needed more proof just to be sure. Illusion magic had its limits. And memories weren't easily replicated. So, she asked the boy something that only the real Josh would know:

"What was my favorite show in 9th grade? If you don't answer it correctly, I swear to the goddess, I'll scream so loud the whole compound will hear it."

"Josh" released hold of Davina's arm, a confused frown upon his lips, "Uhh, that's a trick question, right?? You told me your mom only let you watch TV for "educational" purposes. I was the one who got you into binge-watching stuff for fun. Uhhhh, but hey, Davina, your books are-"

"List the three most embarrassing things you did in grade school. Your Sonic and Winx Club phase doesn't count."

"It SO does."

"Screaming in...three...two...one-"

"Okay!!!" The boy who might be Josh exclaimed, throwing both hands up in the air and conceding to her demands, "I stole a pack of cigarettes out of my homeroom teacher's purse on a dare then puked when I tried smoking too many of them to impress my crush. My mom made me wear this baby bear costume on Halloween and I had to go trick or treating in it. I accidentally sent nudes to my uncle-"

"Josh! It IS you!"

"I mean. Yeah, duh. Why wouldn't it be?? I texted you yesterday about coming over, remember??"

Despite being a vampire with heightened senses, Josh didn't see how fast Davina moved from her seat to pull him into a hug. And he was surprised by how hard she squeezed him, like he was a life raft, or buoy on some stormy sea. Josh took it all in stride, though. He knew Davina well enough to understand that she was going through Hell now that she was back with the Coven. But there was something...off...about her. Different than before. His eyes strayed to the steel table he'd found her crouched over and fast asleep upon. To the book pile she'd been thumbing through...

Every tome on the table was scorched. Strange writing had been scrawled across their pages in Davina's penmanship. Josh didn't recognize the language. The words seemed foreign. Unearthly. Almost alien. But there was one symbol he could decipher amidst the chaos; it was the number 7. It repeated (over and over again) in varying fonts and sizes.

Josh waited for Davina to pull away from the hug before asking if she was okay. Although, judging by the dark circles underneath her eyes, it was a safe bet to assume that she wasn't.

"I'm fine," Davina replied with a smile on her face, "Just passed out while studying these grimoires. They're super old-fashioned. Like, created in the Dark Ages or something. The Coven says they're mandated reading material for us Harvest Girls. But between you and me? I'd rather be studying Grapes of Wrath."

Josh grimaced in response, "Yeesh, that bad?"

"The worst, actually."

"They look, uhhh-"

Josh trailed off, trying to think of the right word to use, but ended up saying the one that was on the tip of his tongue:

"-crispy."

Davina pointedly ignored his comment. Instead, she offered Josh some tea with a tired sigh.

"I'm more into the red stuff these days...but sure. I'll have some if you do." He answered her, trying to keep his voice light and carefree, "Anything in those cabinets that'll help me walk in the sun??"

"Nope. Just peppermint."

"Damn! Foiled again!"

This merited a smirk from Davina. Josh took the win, following his friend across the conservatory, to a small alcove where an electric kettle and tea service was laid out for anyone's use. There was even a convection oven, accompanied by all the fixings for toast. Davina flipped the power button on the kettle. Silently, she watched as it began to heat up and boil their water. Josh tried filling the empty space with conversation.

"So, it looked like you were having a nightmare. A really bad one. Wanna talk about it?"

Davina made no comment besides a quick shrug and a grunt. She seemed more preoccupied with choosing the mugs they'd drink out of. Or the tea they'd make. Undeterred, Josh pressed the issue harder, hoping his friend would open up to him.

"You know," he continued speaking, "they say that telling a friend about your nightmares can help them seem less scary. Like, once you talk about it, you'll see how ridiculous the dream was. Sometimes, I still have nightmares about waking up in class buck naked, and Klaus is there..."

Davina rose an eyebrow, "Who's 'they'??"

An embarrassed laugh rolled out of Josh, cheeks reddening upon admittance that it came from a self-help book he was reading; 'The Dark Side of the Light Chasers' by Debbie Ford. He'd found it laying in a cardboard box on the side of the road somewhere. He'd been going through each of its chapters (sporadically) ever since he'd found it.

"I dunno, the author writes about meditation and meeting all your different selves inside your head like Doctor Strange. I did this one exercise at the end of a chapter about self-love and acceptance and uh, I met the "me" I was before. Before all the fangs and the blood and the suddenly burning in the sun. Fun times, haaa! Anyways, look. I'm here for you, Davina. If you need a shoulder to cry on? An ear to listen to you?? We're friends! And that's what a friend does! Well, uh. I guess that's what I think a friend should do-"

Josh frowned, then said quietly:

"-I haven't really heard a lot from you lately..."

The electric kettle shut off. The water was ready. Davina poured the boiling liquid into two, footed mugs that she had chosen. Then, dipped the tea sachets in with care. The aroma of mint filled the air and the space in-between where Josh waited patiently for Davina to say something. Anything! But she didn't. So, he continued to talk while she listened, hoping that his friend would participate eventually. He was starting to get a bit frustrated by how silent Davina was being.

"You know, there's this story in that book about a person who was also having trouble sleeping. His name was Jonah. That dude from the Bible. He'd heard the voice of God tell him to pass judgment on the city of Nineveh and he reeeally didn't want to. So, he ran. Then, a whale ate him, and literally only spat him up when he accepted what he was running from. I'm not a religious person but what I'm trying to say here is-"

"That I shouldn't go on boating trips?" Davina posited, finally adding to the conversation. She offered Josh his cup of tea afterward.

Josh made a sour face while accepting the tea. He obviously didn't appreciate her wry sense of humor here...

"No! That you shouldn't run away from the things you're afraid of because you'll just make it worse for yourself. And in the end, you'll have to face it anyway. But unlike Jonah, you don't have to face it alone, Davina. I know you're going through shit after dying and being resurrected. Who wouldn't be, right?? But lately, I've been feeling like you're shutting everyone out. You haven't texted me or Cami back in weeks. What's up with that, huh??"

Now, it was Davina's turn to make a sour face.

"I'm just really busy here, Josh. Being a Harvest Girl means I have responsibilities to the Coven."

"You hate the Coven!"

"I know, but...I'm still a Harvest Girl."

"And I'm your friend, Davina! Cami is too! Don't we deserve to at least know that you're okay?!"

"The Coven said I couldn't use my phone here in the compound. They said they want me to focus on studying and classes only. No distractions..."

"And you couldn't sneak on the phone to tell us? We've been worried about you! Cami and I have been worried sick! Fuck the Coven!"

Davina rubbed her temples in response, "Josh..."

"Davina."

"What's really going on?? You're acting weird as hell."

Josh sipped his peppermint tea nervously, then flinched. He'd misjudged how hot it still was and burnt the roof of his mouth in the process. "Mm, this sure is some great leaf juice you've brewed-"

"Josh!" Davina exclaimed, starting to run out of patience, "Enough stalling. Spill. Now. What's up with you?"

With grim reluctance, as if he were pulling teeth, Josh revealed the (true) reason for his visit. It all came down to one name. A name Davina should have guessed was involved from the very start:

"It's Marcel. I-I know you guys aren't on speaking terms right now, but uhh...he's been worried too. About you. About sending you back here. About pretty much everything, to be honest. He wants to know how you're doing? If you're doing okay? Aaaand...he needs your help with a spell."

Davina groaned, "UGH. Of course he does! When does he NOT need me to do his dirty work?!"

"This isn't for him. It's for Cami! The curse on her uncle is getting worse, Davina. He's going nuts in that church of his. Marcel was wondering if there was any way to reverse whatever the Coven put on him? I don't think he has much time left..."

At the mention of the Coven, Davina tensed. She placed her cup down on the alcove's table. There was an air of finality to the gesture.

"Josh, it's different now. I can't do magic for him anymore. I can't do magic for anyone anymore... The Ancestors won't allow me. And if I break the rules again?? They'll do worse things than what they did in that abyss to me. Marcel doesn't care because he's not going to die, Josh!! Neither will you! Father Kieran and Cami are going to Heaven but I only have one place to go after this!! I can't mess up my last chance with the Ancestors...or the Coven. I won't."

Davina expected Josh to argue. Clearly, he had a stake in whatever drama Marcel was cooking up. She could see it in his eyes. A quiet desperation, like a fly caught inside a clever spider's web. Why else would he be doing this? But to her surprise, Josh only nodded. He didn't fight to change her mind.

"I'll tell Marcel you're doing fine," Josh said, "No, scratch that. I'll tell him you're doing better than fine, you're doing awesome! And that...you can't help him anymore."

"Josh, I-"

"Davina, don't."

Soft arms wrapped around Davina unexpectedly and cut short whatever apology she planned on saying. Now, it was Josh's turn to give his friend a sudden hug.

"Don't ever apologize for setting a boundary. You don't owe me or Marcel or the world shit! Okay?? If anything, we owe you. I owe you. You saved me from Klaus. You gave me back my control."

He squeezed Davina tighter in his embrace.

"Promise me that you'll take care of yourself and if you need to talk, that you'll call me. Or text. Or Instagram works, too. I'm always there to listen. You're my best friend, Davina. And the strongest person I've ever met."

"You're pretty strong too, you know?"

Josh chuckled, "I'm starting to be. Couldn't have done it without your help, Super Witch."

The mood lightened. Josh and Davina spent the rest of their time together, reminiscing. Bonding over the good memories they had. Those sacred spaces in-between murderous witches, miracle babies, Machiavellism, and The Originals where they were allowed to just be kids. And do things that kids do. Although Josh's gaze strayed to the pile of scorched books once (or twice), he made no comment on them.

Josh left somewhere around midnight. The smile in her heart left along with him, returning Davina back to reality. She ruminated while she cleaned up the mess leftover from making tea. Images of the nightmare swirled inside her mind. Filled her with dread. She was no stranger to dark dreams or terrible visions, especially after her experience working for Marcel, but this one felt...different. It felt ominous. Like the first scream of a hurricane siren.

Davina...

Or the rumblings of a storm.

Find her, Davina Claire...

As she was shelving the last item away, the floor began to shake, and the walls trembled. Her ears rang with the sound of the voice. Nearly bled. Its volume had increased tenfold since the last time she'd heard it. Davina braced herself against the onslaught, using all her strength to ignore it. But the voice proved too powerful.

She fell upon her knees and shouted, "I CAN'T! I can't help you!! I can't do ANYTHING for anyone anymore!! Don't you understand?!? I am the girl bound in chains! I am shackled to a people who HATE me and control my every move! So, to Hell with New Orleans! Let this city be swallowed up! It's NOT a French Quarter Witch's problem!!"

There came a pause in the quaking and thunder. The stillness that came afterward was thick with tension. It was as if the entity was considering its next words carefully.

You are not a French Quarter Witch, fire maiden. You are a Prophet. Called to a higher purpose. To serve the light that burns within you...

Find her, Davina Claire, and together the two of you shall be free.

"W-wait, what?! I'll be...free?"

No further elaboration was given to Davina. She called out to the entity several times. All she got was silence and stillness in return. Davina stayed in the conservatory, amongst the potted plants, until dawn broke and colored the sky with hues of gentle pink, yellow, orange, and sky blue. And in a semi-stupor, Davina began to repeat a single word underneath her breath...

Free.

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Hello! AH I've been wanting to send a request but don't know what to say xD Been wondering if you could do a four horsemen x singer fem!reader? Kida like how they act towards her and in the concerts, fans or backstage that kinda stuff. (You can do it if you want to of course! Will always adore your works for this fandom <3)

yes yes ofc my dude I'm loving this ask 💕 sry if it took too long

Fem!Singer!Reader

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Saitama

You never fail to amaze homeboy over here with your talent

He does ask you to sing him songs, anything you make up or write is perfectly fine, mostly when he's falling asleep. Being baby n shit

Dude is a menace with instruments. Says "hey babe look I can play too" and bust out some god awful ear-ache of a tune. Completely as a joke, thankfully.

He doesn't stick around backstage much but he will sit with you if you're having some make up done or doing some sound checks. Mostly because it's very noisy and it can overstimulate him easy

That doesn't mean he won't attend your performance granted if he gets a free seat lol he's a pretty chill hypeman but hypeman nonetheless

He'll try an keep a distance from you but not too much. He's more private with congratulations and praise so you have time with your fans. Makes you a nice dinner too.

Damn, though, the fact you would be recognized more than him might bruise his ego but he won't admit it because you deserve the spotlight

If you get any hate mail he usually just tries to toss it before you read it. Stuff doesn't get to him like it might you unless it about u and he doesn't want you to have any doubt in your mind how special you are

Genos

I feel I shouldn't have to say but will anyway, definitely #1 hypeman out of the other three

Bro got perfect pitch he can throw you a note of help out if you need it. Or play an instrument for you if needed. Would be determined to teach himself all you can play to help with your efficiency and improvement

Half his notebook is now full of music theory and he's constantly trying to make a logical formula for this form of artistry

Dude is always backstage and will go out of his way to make sure everything is perfect. Ppl might get annoyed by him but others really appreciate his assistance with sound checks and what not

He would also rather stay backstage/helping any tech crew if needed when watching you perform. Mostly to avoid any screaming that drowns out your perfect voice. Best seat in the house

You could probably make a whole botanical garden with the amount of flowers he gives you. All at fucking once

High alert when you're around fans. Has quite the face if they get too close. He doesn't want any perv creeps trying to have a way at you.

Respectful tho and steps away if ppl come up and ask for a photo/autograph. He's so proud of u bro

All hate mail is incinerated. All haters are damn near the same.

Sonic

#2 hypeman over here, to say the least. He comes with musical talent

(HC) His village had their own traditional instruments and styles of music. It's a nice perspective when expanding territory and a sweet bonding experience trying to teach each other your respective skilled instruments

He is a busy guy but he always tries to at least stop by to wish you luck. He's great to have around if you might have forgotten anything, as he's quick to fix it/get.

Sometimes he chips in with any stage makeup you may do (lemme tell u, he'd be great at any alternative or gothic subculture makeup)

Also tries to attend a full concert but if he has to go he'll try and be back for the end. Always has a flower for you

He doesn't have a problem with fans at all. He's happy you have people that you inspire and that look up to you.

Of course he is on standby for creeps. He's quick to trip them on their ass and nobody would know what happened. Or a smack on the back of their head

Has a personal hit list for haters (stop him he's srs)

Garou

He is such a simp it's rediculous. He LOVES that you can sing

Doesn't know shit about music though, sorry. He sucks to say the least. Would probably fuck up playing a triangle

Could also be sung to sleep but he's too embarrassed to ask. Even humming works. It could knock his ass out cold

He is always following you around (from a distance) backstage. Doesn't say much, just observing. He's trying to learn some idea about how things work so he doesn't feel completely ignorant

Also hangs around during a show but WAY on the side. He stands out from the crowd though no doubt. He looks like a body guard and would probably be there for you before your actual body guards

The concept of your fans threw him WAY OFF at first. Might experience jealousy. Strangers just basically toppling you for your attention? Thinks they need a life secretly. He can handle it after shows but surprises in public makes him him a little bratty

His praise is subtle, and a little awkward. He just gives a blunt "Nice job" while avoiding eye contact. With enough awkward silence he'll tell you what he liked about it. He's really trying but he has no idea what to say if you've heard it all before. V proud of you tho

Put this man on a leash or he'll tear every hater/hate mail to pieces. It won't be pretty

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WELL. The last ep did not provide any contradictions wrt Kenta getting Kim out of Tony’s, so we are free to continue just assuming it happened LOL. I also think Kenta must have helped Kim get settled in! He did seem more emotionally invested in Red Racing than Tony was, like he protested Tony pulling their funding (and perhaps he’d foolishly hoped that it could have become a venture that Tony cared about more than the trafficking). Benz made an offhand comment in a live about Kenta contacting him to join Red Racing, so I’m just going to tell myself they knew each other before the kidnapping, because that Look said everything. And what an odd shift in dynamic that must be, from having someone show you your new apartment to having them hold a knife to your neck to having them kneel at your feet. 

(screaming about Kim giving Kenta a collar PLEASE)

I’m also going to assume that Kim saw Kenta collapsed by Tony’s body with a bloody knife in his hand, put two-and-two together, quietly crouched by his side and lay a hand on his shoulder. (I can’t stop thinking about Kenta looking like a puppet with his strings cut)

Kim and Winner’s relationship this episode… there’s so much to unpack there. Kim certainly did get his payback for Winner kicking him while he was down. But Winner pointing a gun at North and Sonic is gonna hang between them for a long time, those are Kim’s BABIES! But also the way Winner always folds so deliciously when he’s overpowered, like can him and Dean have matching collars with Kenta? I think Winner and Kim would have a (hate fueled) physical relationship before they develop anything else. They’ve certainly got a LONG way to go.

I think Kenta paid someone to sabotage Babe’s car, and since there was a gap between Kim finding the footage, letting Tony know he knew, and getting kidnapped, he could have informed X-Hunter and they ideally banned that dude. (there are SO many plot holes to patch up ahdjfj) I do think Winner could easily have mentioned Dean as a candidate, yes!

And yeah I agree, it’s WinnerDean + KimKenta in my head. I’ve got a couple different ideas on how the pairs would get tangled up with each other, and I’m trying to weave them together into a cohesive thread.

First of all, I think Kenta and Dean could easily end up doing community service together, and it becomes this weird bonding thing for them? Like they’re both left with their lives in pieces at the end of this crisis, and they end up in the same place. At the start of it, Dean can’t look at Kenta (or anyone really) without glaring at him, while Kenta just radiates sad puppy energy even though is expression is completely flat. But by the end of it, they’ve got this sort of… companionship with each other. (watch me end up writing KentaDean fic once I wrap my head around their complicated emotions)

(And this is where I tie in our WinnerDean poolboy thread) So when Dean gets hurt by Winner, Kenta finds out about it, which means Kim finds out about it. And Kim already has five hundred bones to pick with Winner, which means Winner gets his face slammed against the tile of the diner-bar bathroom and a very harshly worded interrogation of what his intentions are with Dean, which prompts him into actually fixing that situationship this time (because oh, it was in fucking shambles when he had the audacity to offer Dean money).

And it also means that KimKenta start a regular thing of taking Dean out for drinks/coffee, because Kenta cares and Kim realizes Dean doesn’t have anyone looking out for him. And Kim isn’t blind, he sees the looks Dean gives them, especially the wistfulness when Kim has a hand on the back of Kenta’s neck. 

Anyways that’s just a thought! I’m just glad they all survived (no WAY SonicNorth would be killing someone) LMFAO WE MADE IT AND NOW WE HAVE THE MV TO LOOK FORWARD TO.

And no you are definitely not alone in that Winner -> Babe thought! They fucked once years ago and Babe told Winner he was stinky and a bad lay, and Winner basically never got over it.

I am so sorry it's taken me like a week to answer this. I kinda want to just hoard these in my inbox forever honestly

the one real advantage of caring so much about side couples is there's so little to go on we can just make up whatever we want lol. SHUT UP I never even considered that Kenta was the one to contact Kim after Tony choose him for Red Racing. omg. [have I discussed with you the fic I'm very very slowly working on where Kenta collects Kim from the airport when he arrives and they hook up from then because for a long time Kim thinks Kenta is like Tony's super buff but totally regular P.A. leading to delicious betrayal when Kenta pulls the knife] I forgot about Kenta actually arguing about cutting the funding. he's so invested!!

I often think about these events from Kenta's perspective (since we kinda get more of him onscreen) but Kim truly has the wildest journey of everyone in the show. like he's already got a career racing. and then he moves to Thailand for a bunch of money and finds out his new boss (I almost typed owner but um.) is actually in the market of human trafficking and organ trading? and then gets found family'd into a whole new racing team. and the whole time he's just so cool with it?? god I love Kim.

(listen if anyone deserves a collar it's Kenta and if anyone deserves to collar someone it's Kim)

the fact that no-one went over to Kenta after that…DEVASTATING. I haven't been able to rewatch the episode yet - I want to watch the whole series from the beginning - but that being the last we see of Kenta is the second worst thing the show has done. (first worst is Dean not even getting MENTIONED in the final episode I cannot live like this) but it's okay because we know that during the race at the end Kenta was sitting in the stands supporting his boyfriend 😌 had a handmade sign and everything 😌

Winner pointing a gun at North and Sonic but also going "but first: are you two…y'know…" I love him so much he's so terrible. he was SO PATHETIC at the end of that encounter. and NOT DEAD just injured. North and Sonic are KIM'S BABIES!!! (in another universe what a fun ship the three of them would be unfortunately my heart cannot go there. I think they have fun together for a little while though.) I especially love that Kim got another chance to be a badass.

oooh I have so many Thoughts about collars. like for Kenta it's 100% ownership (at least 15% of my brain is just constantly going "he's a loyal dog a LOYAL DOG") I feel like he wants to wear it all the time. a conscious reminder that he's not on his own. Winner does not want a collar. why would he want one! I think it plays well with the still-antagonistic relationship he and Kim have. Winner gets a collar more as a reminder: "behave or else" (perhaps a leash and muzzle to reinforce the message) and then Dean, hm. part ownership/belonging, part 'look how pretty you look in it' you know? I will refrain from going on about what each collar looks like lol. also Kim should get a physical symbol as well. maybe a pretty necklace, perhaps with three pendants/charms or something.

I GOTTA GO READ THE FIC YOU JUST POSTED AJSHFAJGFIA. I still haven't read the pacific rim au either because I want to devote my whole brain to it. but yes. YES TO EVERYTHING ALL OF THAT!! community service as a gateway to a happy poly relationship. the system works. not Dean's wistful little looks :(((

I love poolboy Dean :( screaming at Kim slamming Winner's head into the wall. it's what he deserves 😌 I just love how emotionally clueless Winner is. like it never even occurs to him that other people might have Feelings because he's spent a long time not acknowledging his own. he's not a narcissist he's just oblivious. it's an interesting dichotomy because Winner has a high self-esteem, he loves himself, yet it never occurs to him that other people might like (love??) him. his immaturity after Tony appointed him Kenta's replacement is such a lovely character detail. for him the events of the show are basically an opportunity for him to play-act as a bad guy, because he's got the secure foundation of his rich family. he's been the star of Red Racing for years(?), he's popular, he's talented. and the contrast of him v. Kim, who's got much the same background is so fun.

WHERE IS THE MV. I NEED IT. I NEED TO WATCH IT FIVE HUNDRED TIMES AND BE SUPER NORMAL ABOUT EVERYTHING IN IT.

ETA: I automatically put this in my queue instead of just posting it lol BUT now I can add. forgot to talk about the start of the polycule beyond kentakim + winnerdean. although I love your ideas and would like you to tell me 5 million words of them. I have been Thinking about Kim/Dean where Dean serves his community service and he repents and is absolved by Babe (Way gets to take the easy way out :|) and rejoins x hunter BUT not as a driver, just working in the garage. and he's like mad at Kim for taking his place but at the same time Kim doesn't have the History the others do with Dean, so Kim's actually the one Dean finds himself hanging out with the most. and then it leads to hooking up (it's great) and the tentative start of a relationship. and then Pete comes round like "I found this 🤨" and hands over Kenta. and then Kim has a new project to focus on and Dean is NOT JEALOUS but he is, Kim doesn't want him anymore, it's very tragic. perhaps he goes out and has ill-advised revenge sex with Winner (it's great) and comes back to Kim like "what do you think about that huh!" and Kim's like. "hot." and it carries on from there.

[mama-qwerty]

Sonic Babysits

An ask from Anon:

Could you do Movie Sonic based on the pregnancy ask you got?

https://www.tumblr.com/mama-qwerty/700188014100496384/this-piqued-my-interest-since-the-first-movie-but

Like Sonic playing with Tom and Maddie's baby? I just figured it would be adorable

~~~~~

It was supposed to be an easy afternoon.

Tom was at work, and Maddie had taken Knuckles and Tails with her to the clinic. They were due some shots, and she wanted to update their records at the same time. Two birds with one stone kinda thing.

And Maddie also wanted to get Knuckles away from the baby for a while. The boy had taken it upon himself to act as her sole protector, and was usually not far from her 24/7. She thought he was getting a little too obsessed with his little sister, so she’d all but forced her eldest to go with her and Tails.

Much to Knuckles’ anxiety.

“But Mother!” he had cried, gripping her sleeve in his mighty fist. “What if something were to happen? What if an intruder were to break in? She requires my protection! She is defenseless without me!”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence, Knux,” Sonic muttered with an eye roll. “I’m perfectly capable of keeping her safe, ya know.”

The echidna cast a side eye at the hedgehog, before pulling the woman closer to him.

“She is defenseless!”

“It’ll be fine, honey,” Maddie said, prying his fist from her arm. “Loosen up a bit, kid. I’m losing circulation in my hand.”

Knuckles released her and jumped back, as though he had touched something hot. “Apologies, Mother.”

“Don’t worry, Knuckles,” Tails said, holding his Miles Electric out for the echidna to see the screen. “I’ve updated all the security cameras, and have a live feed to my pad at all times. If anything looks at all suspicious, an alarm will sound and we’ll get back here in no time.”

“I am going to be here, you know,” Sonic said, hands on hips. “It’s not like she’ll be all alone.”

“I know, sweetie,” Maddie said, stroking his quills down. “I know you’ll take good care of her and nothing will happen. Your bothers are just a bit nervous, that’s all.”

“Aren’t you nervous?”

She tilted her head slightly. “Hmm, maybe a teeny bit. But I know my Blue won’t let anything happen while we’re gone. We should only be a few hours, anyway. She’s been fed and changed, and is down for her nap now. She may sleep the whole time, anyway.”

“We’ll be fine, Mom,” he said, waving a hand. “Go and get their checkups done. Sis and I will be here, perfectly fine, when you get back.”

Knuckles stepped forward, coming nose to nose with his younger brother.

“Hear me, hedgehog,” he said, his voice deep and dangerous. “You are not to do any of your childish things while I am gone. No running, no jumping, no cooking, no loud noises. Your sole purpose today is to protect our sister. Is that clear?”

“Gee, and here I was gonna take her up on the roof with me for some base jumping lessons. Maybe add some flaming hoops to the mix. Could be a fun afternoon. I think she’ll really enjoy it.”

Knuckles’ muzzle curled in a snarl, and Maddie pulled him back.

“Sonic, I wouldn’t push it,” she said, struggling to calm her eldest. “He’s leaving under protest to begin with. Don’t make this any harder.”

Sonic gave her a little salute, and addressed the echidna with a more serious tone.

“All kidding aside, Knux, you know I wouldn’t let anything happen to her,” he said, crossing his arms. “I’m taking this very seriously. You have my word.”

Knuckles relaxed a bit at that, and gave him a nod.

“Very well. Come, Mother. Let us complete the checking up so we may return quickly.”

Knuckles headed out toward the car, as Tails gave Sonic a quick wave and followed. Maddie placed a quick kiss on her middle child’s head before she joined them.

“Call if you need anything,” she said, giving his nose a boop. “We should be back by about three or so.”

“Mom, I got this,” Sonic said, crossing his arms as she headed for the door. “She’s a baby. This’ll be a breeze.”

~X~X~X~

This was not a breeze.

This was not easy.

This kid, who normally slept most of the afternoon, woke up crying five minutes after the others had left. Sonic had rushed to her, and tried to rock her back to sleep, but she simply refused to do so.

Tried feeding her. He’d verified the bottle was the right temperature, settled down in the chair Maddie (and sometimes Knuckles) always fed her in, nestled her in the crook of an arm, and tried purring like Knux did to calm her. No dice. She turned away from the nipple, grunting and whining all the while.

“Please don’t be wet please don’t be wet please don’t be wet,” he prayed as he checked her diaper. Feeding her was one thing. That was kind of nice. But he wasn’t a fan of diapers. A small sigh of relief puffed through his lips when he found the diaper still dry.

“So what’s the problem, Droolmeister?” he asked, resting the girl on his shoulder. He patted her back unconsciously, as he’d seen Maddie do. “’Cause I gotta say, not a fan of this crying for no reason thing.”

He walked her, patting all the while, and humming a tuneless melody. After about a minute, she burped—a big, rib-shaking one that vibrated through his shoulder. He pulled her away to wipe her mouth.

“Whoa!” he laughed, and she smiled at him. “Nice bass on that one! No wonder you were cranky.”

She laughed, reaching up to grab his hand. Sonic smiled, and nuzzled his nose against her cheek.

“You’re a cute little grub, I’ll give you that,” he said, moving back to the chair. He positioned her comfortably in his lap, and pulled the bottle back over. “Wanna try again?”

She took the bottle this time, and he purred as she fed. He could see why Knux liked doing this. It was quiet and soothing, and the way she looked up with her big blue eyes made him feel like the most important person in the world.

“You’re so lucky you have a family who loves you. I mean, you’ve got two cool older brothers, and a great mom and dad. Oh, and Knuckles, I guess.” A small smile curled his lips. “Ah, I kid. Knuckles is a really good guy. He’d put a serious hurting on anyone who even looked at you cross-eyed.” He paused. “Honestly, I think we all would. You’ve got three older brothers with super-powers who would do anything to keep you safe. So you don’t have to be scared of anything.”

The bottle finished, Sonic placed it on the little table next to the chair. He threw a cloth over his shoulder and got another little burp out of her. Not as impressive as the other one, but respectable, nonetheless. He returned her to his lap and ran a knuckle down the side of her face.

“I don’t remember my parents,” he said, his voice soft. “My biological ones, I mean. I only knew Longclaw. She was the first mom I remember. When she . . .” He pulled his lips tight. “Uh. After she was gone, I was all alone on a strange planet. I was so little, but had to take care of myself.”

He looked down at her, and gave her another nuzzle. She giggled as his fur brushed against her cheek.

“I’ll let you in on a secret I never told anyone else. I . . . I was really scared a lot of the time when I was on my own. Even after I grew up and knew this planet better than my old one. It was still scary to be alone at night, or during storms, or when the snow practically trapped you inside your cave because it was so thick and heavy and just kept coming. I . . . cried a lot during those times. Everything just seemed so . . . hopeless. Pointless. I mean, what’s the point of me being here if I couldn’t talk to anyone? If I had to stay so isolated? I was really lonely.”

The baby yawned, her eyes growing heavy and droopy.

“Oh, I see. Little miss critic finds my tragic backstory boring, huh?” he said, scooping her up and moving toward the crib. “You little snot.”

Sonic tucked her back into her crib, and turned on her little music toy to help her doze off properly.

“I tell ya, though,” he said, patting her back. “Mom and Dad are the best. They helped me when Eggman tried to catch me, and always stood by me, to matter what. Tails and Knuckles are great brothers, too. I’m . . .” He smiled, his eyes shiny. “I’m really lucky to have found them all.”

Her breathing deepened, and he leaned forward to kiss her forehead.

“I love being a Wachowski,” he said, his voice soft. “And so will you.”

Sonic gave her one more gentle nuzzle, before pulling back and tiptoeing out the door.

~X~X~X~

Tails gripped the handles of his Miles Electric, tears flowing down his muzzle. He looked over at Maddie, who wiped at her cheeks. Knuckles sat next to him, his face set, eyes cast to the side.

Sonic had apparently forgotten about the little security cameras Tails installed throughout the house, including the baby’s room. When she had cried, it had sounded an alarm on his pad, and the three had watched as Sonic cared for her. They’d heard everything.

~~~~~

Okay, so maybe not necessarily playing with the kid, but I thought this was a sweet little moment.

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[grizzlyofthesea]

Some ROTTMNT Headcanons

These are just some ideas I've come up with for fun. I may update this post as I form headcanons for more characters. Or, since it's already so long, I'll make new ones for each set of characters.

If you have any you'd like to share, feel free to comment!

Raph

DOB: December 1st, 2003

Bisexual as all heck, with a slight preference for men

Cis guy; pronouns are he/him

Undiagnosed autism; flew under everyone's radar since he's high-empathy and masks pretty well

Lashes out when overstimulated; worst case scenario, can destroy a lot of stuff in a little time

Favorite sibling order: April, Mikey, Leo, Donnie

Very good at sewing

Has amassed a collection of over 50 teddy bears, some of which are vintage and/or rare

OBSESSED with professional wrestling

Surprisingly knowledgeable about classic horror movie monsters

Loves 80s fashion

Wears that x-shaped bandage on his plastron all the time to cover up a huge childhood scar

Has a habit of chewing on stuff when stressed

Doesn't have a social media account, but supports all of his siblings' endeavors

Leo

DOB: October 21st, 2004

Gay as all heck; Don Suave was his awakening

Cis guy; pronouns are he/him

Will fight anyone who tries to exclude his family from pride events

Undiagnosed ADHD; didn't really draw attention since it's inattentive-type

Tends to zone out during conversations, even ones that interest him

Favorite sibling order: Mikey, April, Raph, Donnie

Loves 90s fashion and pop culture

Jupiter Jim may be his favorite comic book hero, but he loves comics in general.

Also a huge anime geek, with his personal favorites being Sailor Moon, Sonic X, and JoJo's Bizzare Adventure

Quite famous on TikTok as sketch comedian/"cosplayer" N30n_L30n

Totally abuses his teleportation powers to go on free outings/vacations

The undisputed king of April Fool's Day

Really wants a pet bearded dragon

Donnie

DOB: December 25th, 2004

Splinter and Leo always do the whole "This is your birthday gift and your Christmas gift" thing to him. He hates it.

Aroace and/or fictoromantic asexual as all heck (goes back and forth between the labels)

Nonbinary as all heck; pronouns are he/him and they/them

Diagnosed with autism at around 3 years old

Super sensitive to texture and temperature

Favorite sibling order: April, Mikey, Raph, Leo

Has built a backup tech-bô in case another Krang situation happens

Did their own laser eye surgery when they were 11 so Leo would stop teasing them about looking nerdy

Thinks cryptocurrency and NFTs are stupid

April has dragged him into the insanity of the FNAF fandom, and now he won't stop talking about the crazy lore.

Runs a gaming/science experiment YouTube channel as Bootyyyshaker9000; doesn't have many viewers or subscribers, but loves to make videos anyway

Monster High is their guilty pleasure

Treats S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. and the P.S.D.D. (Personal Slumber Defensive Device) as his beloved sons

Mikey

DOB: March 16th, 2005

Polyromantic demisexual as all heck

Cis dude; pronouns are he/him

Diagnosed with combined-type ADHD at around 5 years old

Releases a lot of his energy through his art

Favorite sibling order: Leo, Donnie, April, Raph

Loves glow sticks, fairy lights, and other luminescent decorations

Runs a surprisingly popular art/baking Pinterest account as Flavorville; also considering extending to Tumblr

Obsessed with horoscopes, and kind of into some new-age spiritual stuff

Unironically loves the Twilight saga

Chose to decorate his plastron with stickers because they're easy to switch out if he ever wants a change of aesthetic

Dr. Delicate Touch is his response to being ignored/talked over as the "baby" of the family.

Did most of the graffiti in the lair

Owns Heelys, but can't figure them out for the life of him

April

DOB: May 11th, 2002

Basically Splinter's adopted daughter/the turtles' adopted sister despite both of her biological parents still being present in her life

Lesbian as all heck

Trans girl; pronouns are she/her

Still has a spiritual connection to Karai and some leftover powers from the Season 2 finale

Favorite sibling order: Donnie, Raph, Mikey, Leo

Admires Warren Stone for his confidence on camera and sharp fashion sense

Avid indie horror fan; especially applies to FNAF, DDLC, and Fran Bow

Loves extreme sports, especially whitewater kayaking

Regularly visits the Hidden City with Sunita

Won't touch most formalwear with a thirty nine-and-a-half-foot pole

Gets special treatment (i.e. actual high-quality meals) from Baron Draxum at school

Helps Todd with the puppies every weekend

Often uses the special hover bike battle shell that Donnie built for her to stand on his back and T-pose on the others

Splinter

DOB: April 24th, 1955

Pansexual as all heck

Neurotypical, but neurodiversity runs in his family

Got Donnie and Mikey to a doctor for official diagnoses through his superb disguise skills (see: average teenage boy Randall)

Still not entirely trusting of Baron Draxum, but begrudgingly accepts him as a second parental figure for the turtles

Favorite child order: April, Raph, Mikey, Donnie, Leo

Runs a moderately famous TikTok account as Randall; likes to troll Leo in his comments, but it's ultimately loving/playful banter.

ADORES Studio Ghibli films

Chose the turtles' bandana colors by spinning a wheel

Became shorter over the years as a side effect of the ooze/mutagen causing his DNA to more closely resemble that of a rat

Originally wanted to be an opera singer before he discovered his passion for acting

Taught Leo how to dab

Basically a father figure/cool uncle to Cassandra

Still keeps in touch with Piebald

[future-dregs]

Tagged by @radellama ^_^ to make a 3×9 of my comfort characters, unfortunately I could only come up with six (five if we're being particular)

Starting with the top left we have -

Leopika - from Hunter x Hunter (So...technically a ship rather than an individual.)

Marik - from Yu-gi-oh (but specifically littlekuriboh's abridged version.)

Daichi - from Haikyu!! (more like DADchi amiright? Ha ha)

Android 17 - from Dragon Ball Z (don't really have to much to say here, I just like him a lot and he makes me feel good.)

Gin (Gintoki) - from Gintama (the OG anime dad for me. I imprinted on him like a baby duck from the very first time I saw him. This is my dad now.)

And finally the OG of the OGs of comfort characters for me...

King David - from the Bible (maybe an odd choice, but he's been there for me since I was four or five years old and I'd be remiss not to include him here.)

I was debating putting in Speed o' Sound Sonic, but idk if he exactly fits my criteria or not. (While putting this together I realized my qualifications (?) were....particular).

Anyway, this was fun and I'm going to tag -

@biromantic-nerd @crazymistahj @grelleswife @nitghowl1600 and anyone else who wants to give it a go. You're it! 😁

[mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune]

Sonic Prime x Sonic Boom Theory: If The Chaos Council Celebrated Mother’s Day With Mombot from Sonic Boom...

[Note: Don’t Reblog Without Permission] 

this is a weird thought...

but what if The Chaos Council ended up celebrating Mother’s Day,

but like with Mombot from Sonic Boom, which means Eggman and Morpho will have to share...

Doctor Done-It will likely treat Mombot like his daughter, and be all like “No Man or Bot is good enough for my baby girl!”

and with how Doctor Done-It is, he possibly might think Mombot is his daughter.

Mombot might treat Mr. Doctor Eggman and Doctor Deep as her sons...

while she treats Doctor Don’t and Doctor Babble like her grandsons,

which would then make her give both Eggman (from Sonic Boom) and Morpho a disappointed look and tell them “why can’t you two meet someone nice, and give me grandchildren...?”

and then we have Original Eggman coming into the room with Sage, which of course makes Mombot really happy to see another version of her son with his daughter who she could consider to be her granddaughter.

there is Momma Robotnik from Aosth, but The Chaos Council, Eggman, Morpho and Sage are better off celebrating mother’s day with Mombot. 

it be funny if Momma Robotink was dragging Aosth-Robotnik away while he is pleading for Mombot to adopt him too. XD

it be kind of funny and weird, if Mombot ended up dating Megatron, maybe the one from Transformers Prime, and Eggman is upset and yelling at him “your not my real dad!” before he starts to run to his room and play really loud music.

and the music being the song “E.G.G.M.A.N.” by Paul Shortino.

at least she wouldn’t be dating Unicron, who in Transformers Prime...

might of been Primus’s Original body until he was betrayed by The Thirteen Primes and his core and good half of his spark ending up being used to power Cybertron, which I wouldn’t be surprise if it was like that in TFA....

we know the Autobots in both TFP and TFA are kind of in the gray, even if there are some differences...

both Megatrons were right about the corruption, but the difference between those two timelines, is that the Autobots who run Cybertron in the TFA, had won and ended up misusing the planet’s living metal to make more Autobots, BUT all those new Autobots are not made with sparks from the Allspark, and are all given sparks from Vector Sigma instead.          

it is nice that Megatron in Earthspark, is a good guy...

but he and clueless himbo prime, are working for bad guys...

that human group G.H.O.S.T are perhaps just as bad as G.U.N. from most Sonic Timelines.

it be interesting if Mombot ended up adopting The Dinobots from TFA as her children as well, and if they ever misbehave and throw a tantrum...

she can send Grimlock, Swoop and Snarl to a corner for a time-out. XD 

if she can adopt The Chaos Council, then she can adopt The Dinobots.

anyway this Sonic Theory about The Chaos Council celebrating Mother’s Day with Mombot, and maybe giving her gifts...

would be more in the Fanon Theory, than the Canon Theory.

some theories can be more in the fanon, ad doesn’t always have to do with possible canon or headcanon.

and this weird but cute idea about the chaos council from sonic prime, celebrating mother’s day with Mombot from Sonic Boom, falls under the Fanon Theory...

it be cute if Doctor Don’t acts like a protective big brother to Sage, and being like that whole one scene from some show that has kind of become a meme now.

like Doctor Don’t saying that he hasn’t known Sage for very long, but if anything were to happen to her, he would robotize everyone in this room, and then himself. XD

fan headcanon, the love for Sage would be in every Eggman Counterpart...

well maybe not Satam-Robotnik, and we know why that is...

Mombot could of invited Satam-Robotink to celebrate Mother’s Day, but he likely wouldn’t go, and would possibly send Snively instead.

Mombot could of invited Aosth-Robotnik to celebrate Mother’s Day, and to bring his Mother with him....

but it could turn out that Momma Robotnik and Mombot don’t get along very well, and Momma Robotnik has to drag her son back to their home dimension all while he is trying to get adopted by Mombot. XD

anyway Happy Mother’s Day, and hope some like this weird idea about Eggman, The Chaos Council and Mombot. :)                   

[klonoadreams]

In your response to the ask about Scarnoa riding Koraidon, you mentioned Quaxly washing Scarnoa’s clothes with water gun to make sure they don’t stain. That kinda gives me Tony Stark/Dummy vibes from the first Iron Man movie, where Dummy has the fire extinguisher.

Does Quaxly ever smack Scarnoa with a water gun even when her clothes are fine?

lmaoooo

YEAH, Subaru the Quaxly has done it too many times, that whenever she sees Scarnoa just slip and fall, her first instinct is to water gun (reminder, she saw her Trainer fall face first into the mud, of which Arven had to help her out of and boom, muddy duo). Which is gonna last a while, given the possible time it takes to go to the first gym and then the Rocky Titan. And then she evolves, AND WHOOPS>

Pokemon know more than four moves, fic wise, because it makes it funnier. So even sometimes, as a Quaquaval, OOPS, water gun on Scarnoa.

Literally at one point, I said "I better be wearing a bra under this shirt" because FOR SOME REASON, it started raining JUST as I was about to fight Iono. And then I proceeded to get my ass clapped because I made the mistake of turning her Bellibolt into a water type with Soak.

@broken-synchronicity gave me the luxury of a baby Eiscue I needed for this Bird-Only Nuzlocke, that ended up with Soak as an egg move.

And then I proceeded to SUFFER so long, cuz it knocked out my Wattrel with a crit after I JUST used up all of my X sp defense items. I lost a Wingull that I had to QUICKLY find a replacement for, and while it got off a super sonic, it wasn't enough to keep him alive. But it did let me heal up some mons.

Idk how my Corvisquire and Fletchinder survived, alongside my Flittle (she later died against that menace of a Greedent outside of Larry's gym that has fucking claimed LIVES in various other nuzlockes with Counter, tho in my case, it was a STAB Slam), but Eiscue hauled ass and I was just constantly healing her until Water Gun ran out of PP. It was hell. NEVER AGAIN.

too much fucking WATER. Spark is a more preferable move to deal with because it's a physical move. But the connection here is through water gun, because by the end of it, Subaru would've used water gun that many times (even though she is A PHYSICAL ATTACKER)

Anyways this is me just saying at that some point, Arven literally just wraps Scarnoa with his vest, because he has terrible luck when she's wearing the summer uniform, with the white shirt. (she wears a camisole, for she is like Rika - no tits, but a very GENDER appearance)

Anyways RIP Arven. Subaru is KINDA sorry, and Scarnoa is used to it. :V