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wallflowergirl2006 · 2 months

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Sonic.Exe x Chubby GF [Headcanons]

[For clarification the Sonic.Exe I’m going to be using is X from Sonic Legacy aka Friday Night Funkin: Rodent Rap] {So if you don’t like FNF you can politely leave and click not interested}

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★ Okay, so first off how did you manage to get this guy to not kill you let alone date you??

★ Despite the differences in body structures and personalities plus the fact he's an anthropomorphic hedgehog and you're a human is very surprising..

★ Also surprisingly he doesn’t really mind the difference between you and him, in fact he actually likes it. He’s always been interested in humans whether it be for horrific or non-horrific reasons.

★ Like in my previous post since he really ain’t that tall. When he’s trying to be intimidating it is not really that scary to you since you’ve gotten used to him and his presence. He’ll catch you off guard sometimes since he’s sonic [But not really] so of course he’s just as fast as him.

★ But he can say some disturbing ass shit that will frighten or startle you but if he feels like he’s gone too far he will apologize to you but don’t expect him to do that for anyone else. Since you're close to him only you get that privilege.

★ But also because of your closeness to him he will sometimes want you to inflate his ego. If you do participate in boosting his ego [That’s probably bigger than Jupiter /j] expect him to get very cocky and rant about his accomplishments but don’t worry he’ll give you a break if it gets “too awesome to handle.”

★ But if you don’t he’ll roll his eyes and say that you're missing out on a ton of great stories and achievements he’s done.

★ This guy is obsessed with you and your body. He is aware that humans have different personalities, body types and features. Though he’s never encountered a human that had the nerve to challenge him but was also acutely aware of their disadvantages. This intrigued him quite a bit.

★ Plus the way you carried yourself, the way your outfit made you look very attractive but very modest at the same time. The way your hair framed your soft features in such a delicate way. He knew he was hooked whether that was a good or bad thing he didn’t know and he also didn’t really care.

★ If you have any Sonic merch, be on high alert because he’s the number one Sonic fan. [He told me himself /j] He might borrow your Sonic stuff but don’t worry he gives it back to you in the condition it was found in.

★ Does anyone know the “I wonder what I taste like” meme. Yeah, that’s you and him. You would be asking the question obviously and X would have one of two thoughts in his head. The first one would be him biting your chubby tummy or thighs and the second one would just be a normal make out session.

★ Since you’re a bit thicker than a lot of his other victims I can see him using you a personal heater if he gets too cold. He also likes biting and leaving marks on you mostly on your thighs and your sides but if he feels threatened by another person he’ll bite the crook of your neck but if he bites you too hard or if you have skin issues he’ll find some other way to make others back off and let them know that you belong to him.

★ He also likes the feel of skin. It's so soft and squishy. The way your plush stomach looks as soft as a cloud, the way your cheeks puff up with food while you're eating, or the way your thighs expand when you sit down. If he sees you sit down he will legit go up to you and say this. “Damn your thighs be looking kinda grabable.” in a playful/teasing way.

★ If you ever feel insecure about yourself. He might not be the best to confide in because once again he’s known for torturing and killing humans not comforting them but he’ll try his best to help you. Whether it be by listening or physical touch. Maybe he’ll sing or hum some Sonic themes from some of the games he’s seen you play.

★ I feel like he goes into his normal sonic form to trick you. It definitely worked a few times in the past but since you’ve gotten to know him you can see past his tricks. Now it only kinda works if you’ve just woken up and haven’t fully gotten out of the sleepy/tired phase or if you're having an off day.

“Hun.. what are you doing?” You ask X while looking down at him. “What does it look like I’m doing?” He asked as his face deadpanned. A small snicker escapes your lips. “It looks like you're pinning my stomach?” You replied in a teasing tone. X frowns at you while his eyes narrow slightly. “You know.. your stomach do be looking kinda biteable.” X said as he smiled which showed off his sharp yellow teeth. “Okay, Okay.. I’m sorry.” You said in a hurried voice as he laughed.

★ All in All I still think this relationship is sweet in an opposite attract kind of way.

#sonic exe x reader #sonic.exe #chubby reader #fnf x reader #friday night funkin mod #friday night funkin #creepypasta #fnf sonic.exe

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omgcatboi · 4 months

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Hitori , he / him , pan, demi, ace, 26, smells like jojoba. 5'4ish pre / no OP transmasc. This is a kink blog. No minors.

Media interests for ice breakers: Overwatch, Witcher, skyrim, ash vs evil dead, school spirits, the good place, the orville, what we do in the shadows, Trailer park boys !!!!!!!!!!!! , Sonic the hedgehog lore, classic halo / lore.

Artistic skills: digital art, traditional art, creative writing, lore building, character development.

I'm single and open to dating. However, I prefer someone who is compatible within a reasonable distance. I'm specifically lookin' for a feeder / fat admirer. And if you're here, you fit that criteria, babes.

Ask for roleplay. Ask about digital art commission pricing. Ask for Discord ( most active there. )

Hanzo main, feel free to shoot me a dm if you wanna play! ( I also play Warframe, portal 2 *, fall guys, SWBFCC * , fortnite ( groan ) Avatar, the quest for balance, and stardew ( these are all the online multiplayer games that I currently have. " * " Marks switch games that are not cross play. )

Disabled, fat and queer.

Anon hate gets insta blocked which also blocks your IP. I have a degradation kink and WILL get off to your bullying before the initial block takes place lol.

Pic is me.

Soft kinks: feedism ( feedee ) , breeding, pregnancy ( TM / F / TF ), vore, voyrism, T4T, Hucow ( any gender or lack thereof ) stuffing, inflation, BDSM, weight gain, restraints, power play dynamic ( where ur the one with all the power teehee ), bullying / teasing ( receiving ), anything belly related.

Hard limits: age play, animals, anyone or thing that cannot consent, bug catching, bodily fluids ( blood is ok in roleplay maybe ? )

Hard kinks ( trigger warning 🧍‍♂️ )

Popping ( inflation ), digestion/ ect ( vore ), death feedism, autassassinophilia which takes play in all mentioned.

Enjoy your stay!

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fuckyeah-jessicabiel · 1 year

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GQ Magazine - July 2007

The Summer of Jessica Biel

To celebrate Biel’s being in a movie actually worth seeing, we sent Adam Stein to play carnival games with her.

When I told various friends I’d be interviewing Jessica Biel, I got the responses you’d expect—jealousy, mild rage, a plea to give her a phone number because she’s the one person that a friend’s wife would give him a free pass to sleep with. The uncanny thing is, when I asked these guys what they thought of her as an actress, most of them drew a blank. They hadn’t seen a single motion picture of hers. Okay, one or two had girlfriends who’d brought them to see The Illusionist, but otherwise, nada. As my friend Taj put it: “I’m obsessed with a girl I’ve never seen move.“

Well, that’s about to change. Later this month, men across America will see Jessica being very good in a very funny movie, and the nature of their love for her will…deepen. She’ll still be inhumanly beautiful, sure, but now they’ll have to contend with genuine talent, too, and that one-two punch can be disorienting. You know what else can? The fact that despite her recent tabloid exposure, she’s actually sweet, funny, earnest, occasionally a little crude, and—if my time playing carnival games with her can be used as evidence—uniquely driven to conquer whatever stands between Jessica Biel and what she wants.

I am waiting for her at the Santa Monica Pier, sitting on a stool next to one of those games where you shoot water from a gun into a clown’s mouth. I haven’t shaved for a week, because I read somewhere that Jessica Biel likes guys with beards. I’m inspecting mine in the reflective back of my iPod when a nice-looking young woman materializes in my view. “Excuse me,“ she says. “Are you Adam?“ “Jessica?“ I ask, ridiculously. Of course it’s her, in wraparound sunglasses, an open gray sweater over a white blouse, and faded jeans. She wears checkered Vans, like Jeff Spicoli. On the pier, no one recognizes her, which I suppose makes sense: There’s little resemblance between the pinup girl and the sneaker-wearing civilian out on a Monday afternoon. She doesn’t stick out as we walk the wooden planks of the amusement park; she blends in. She is, you might say, a very chill girl.

“Can we get a photo next to a star?“ she asks, stopping in front of a booth hawking photographs with huge cardboard cutouts of celebrities. It’s an impressive, eclectic array: Bill Clinton, Mini Me, Michael Jordan, Hilary Duff, Enrique Iglesias(!), Jean-Claude Van Damme, DiCaprio in Titanic. “They’re all kind of old,“ she says. I don’t know if she means the cutouts or the celebrities themselves (because to me, Mini Me will never age). She’s only 25 years old, so it could go either way. I ask her who she’d most want to pose with. She scrutinizes the assembly and makes her call: “I’d probably pick Van Damme, cause he looks the coolest.“ She takes the Muscles from Brussels over Leo—a victory of might over sensitivity. Nice.

Then she decides it’s time for the games to begin. She passes up the Riptide Ring Toss (“That one is impossible,“ she says) and focuses her attention on the Pier Plank Plunge. The PPP is basically a rope ladder suspended horizontally over an inflatable mattress. The trick is to climb, perfectly balanced, to a taunting red button placed approximately ten feet away. Press the button, win the prize—an enormous Sonic the Hedgehog. I ask her if she’s ever Pier Plank Plunged before. “Yes,“ she says, assessing the structure, looking for its weaknesses. “But I’ve never been able to achieve it.“ She begins barraging the bored-looking carny with questions. “Do you have any tips?“ (It’s all about balance.) “Have you done it before?“ (Nope.) “Has anyone ever won?“ (Yeah.) “Has anyone won today?“ (Not yet.) She turns to me, and I have to say she seems genuinely excited. “This is our chance,“ she says. “It’s our chance to win.“ I’m beginning to get the distinct impression that winning is important to Jessica Biel. “Ladies first“ being the imperative, I take the initial go-round. It’s harder than it looks. My arms shake. Everything shakes. I can feel her hopefulness—Do it, get there—but I fall off within seconds. The shame is truly surprising. I wanted to do it for Jessica and failed. She throws me a “good try“ before stepping up herself.

Jessica was a gymnast when she was younger, and the training appears to be paying off as she mounts the unstable rope ladder. (It also occurs to me that the view I currently have is one the paparazzi would kill for.) She deploys a disciplined crawl, gets tantalizingly close to the red button, reaches for it—and loses her balance, flips over, and lands flat on the cushion, laughing. “Holy shit,“ she yells. “It’s so hard. That’s so frustrating.“ The carny asks if we’d like to try again. She pauses for a moment, looking at the button, and then, with obvious reservations, demurs. “You were really, really close,“ I tell her. “I know,“ she says, still staring at it, reluctant to move, apparently, without conquering the damn thing. “That’s how it gets you.“

Next up is something called the Hi-Striker, a game in which you swing a mallet to test your strength. I take three feeble swings, each one less successful than the last. A huge Hispanic man laughs every time I bring the mallet down on the metal block, and when I exit the cage and hand it off to the female attendant, she takes one exhibition swing and makes my emasculation complete. Up goes the projectile. Ping goes the bell.

J.B. watches, rapt. “Look at her awesome stance,“ she whispers, absorbing the details, memorizing the motion. Some actors “find“ their characters via a process of internalization—investigating emotions, plumbing psychology, creating an “inner life.“ This is known as the inside-out approach. Other actors work outside-in—developing a walk, a gesture, a physicality. Look at, say, Hilary Swank in Million Dollar Baby. Look at Jessica Biel in the Hi-Striker cage.

Mimicking the attendant’s, her first swing easily skunks my best effort. And she improves with each attempt. She’s getting into character. As she exits the cage, there’s a look of satisfaction on her face. She returns the mallet to the attendant, who looks at me and says: “She did better than you.“ As we leave, I ask her: “Is it more technique than strength?“ She shakes her head. “Brute strength,“ she says. “You just throw it up and slam it as hard as you can.“ On our way off the pier, we pass Zoltar, the animatronic fortune-teller who turned that kid into Tom Hanks in Big. Zoltar senses us and speaks: “Destiny is not a matter of chance; it is a matter of choice. It is not a thing to be waited for; it is a thing to be achieved.“ Zoltar makes Jessica smile. She digs his philosophy.

Jessica Biel’s destiny, at least of late, has led her to a prominent place in the trashy supermarket gossip rags. First it was snapshots of social excursions with second-banana studs (Chris Evans, Ryan Reynolds). Then, upping the ante, there was a beach fling with a sports icon (Derek Jeter). And then, in February, she grabbed the tabloid brass ring for reportedly nabbing the world’s most eligible bachelor, Justin Timberlake. Unsurprisingly, it’s not something she’ll discuss.

One thing she is happy talking about, though, is the unladylike girth of her knuckles. We’re getting dinner at an unassuming Italian trattoria across the street from the pier when she flashes those meaty joints and describes her nascent production company. “It was almost called Fat Knuckle Films. Because I have fat knuckles. See?“ she asks. “They don’t really look that way until you start putting rings on them, and then it stops right there.“

I have to say, Jessica Biel’s chunky midfingers are endearing, human, attainable—a word she uses a number of times in our conversation, as if to remind the world that she’s just a regular girl from Boulder, Colorado, who happens to have been called, by Esquire magazine in 2005, the Sexiest Woman Alive.

“At first I felt really embarrassed about it,“ she says. “You know, it’s a weird thing to talk about. Like, Hey, guys. Guess what?’ You don’t just go telling everybody that.“ She shifts her weight forward and goes on: “But after I got over that, I just started to embrace it. I started thinking, If I ever do have kids, and if they have kids, I can tell them: You know what? Your grandma in 2000-and-whatever was the Sexiest Woman Alive. How about that, kids?’ That’s what I started to think about. I’ll always have that picture to say, That’s what Granny used to look like.’ “

Before coming out here to get my ass handed to me at the Hi-Striker, I immersed myself in Jessica Biel’s Collected Works. She got her start in the mid-’90s on 7th Heaven, the WB dramedy that made a splash with the moral-values set, before leaving around 2002 for bigger (and badder) things. It’s been a grim scene ever since: Summer Catch (2001), which starred Freddie Prinze Jr. and stands at number forty-nine on Rotten Tomatoes’ 100 Worst- Reviewed Films of All Time. The Rules of Attraction (2002), notable only for Fred Savage shooting heroin between his toes and saying things like “I can feel my dick.“ (Remarkably, Biel comes across as fresh and charming, despite the astonishing pointlessness and nihilism of the flick.) The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (2003), which was Biel’s first top billing and is her biggest box-office performer to date, with a take of about $80 million. J.B. screams her head off throughout the movie and is entirely believable in distress, but you can’t help thinking as you watch her, There’s got to be better material than this. Sadly, no. There was an atrocity called Cellular, in 2004, and Blade: Trinity that same year (in which Biel kicks much undead ass as a midriff-baring vampire hunter). But the nadir has to be London, in ’06, a delusional piece of trash that starts off with a sex scene, Biel on top, saying, “Are you coming? Are you coming?“ before she proceeds to another not-quite-dignified act and then dips out of the frame to, presumably, swallow. Like I said, a grim scene.

And then, just in the nick of time, salvation arrived. A script called The Illusionist, to star Edward Norton and Paul Giamatti. There was a problem, though. The filmmakers didn’t want to give Biel an audition. They weren’t convinced the vampire-hunting Hollywood creation could rearrange herself into the role of a refined fin de siècle Hungarian duchess.

But Jessica Biel has a hard time taking no for an answer. And when another actress “dropped out“ of the film, her tenacity paid off. They finally brought her in. She arrived wearing a full period costume. She made them take her seriously, she says, and three days later, an offer arrived.

The Illusionist wasn’t what you’d call a “hit,“ but it got good reviews, made decent money, and changed the industry’s perception of her. Doors that were closed began to open. They just weren’t opening fast enough for her taste.

She sets down her after-dinner tea and says, “I want choices. I want options. I want to lay out all the directions I could go and have the ability to choose. I’m slowly starting to have that now.“ It’s the “slowly“ that kills her.

One film that will almost surely expedite the process is I Now Pronounce You Chuck and Larry, which will be released this month. It stars Adam Sandler and Kevin James as two Brooklyn firefighters who pretend to be a gay couple in order to receive domestic-partner benefits. J.B. plays the female lead, their hoodwinked attorney who falls for Sandler by the end of the picture.

Chuck and Larry is Jessica’s first real shot at popular, mainstream film success. Unlike her previous big-budget endeavors, it doesn’t rely on CGI or fetishistic weaponry to make its points. It is also—apologies to Freddie Prinze Jr. —her first comedy.

“It was a little bit intimidating,“ she says. “I really admire Adam and Kevin, but then, I didn’t try to equal them or one-up them, and the character I created didn’t have to be that. She’s the straight woman, but very fun and very cool and just—attainable. That’s the kind of part that I’d like to play more. I mean, a vampire hunter? Is that really attainable? I’d just like to play something a little more quirky, interesting, outrageous. And uninhibited.“

“You’re not worried that she can do comedy,“ the movie’s director, Dennis Dugan, tells me. “You can tell she can do comedy. So we just met her and cast her. I really think she can have one of those diverse, Oscar-winning careers. As far as I’m concerned, there’s no horizon to her talent.“

The sun has gone down, and we’re standing on the sidewalk in front of the Italian joint, across from the pier. I’m holding a small stuffed Spider-Man doll that Jessica won as a prize back at the amusement park and which she’s given to me to give to my son. I ask what she’s doing tonight, and she says she’s playing chaperone to a girlfriend on a first date. “Basically, I’m her wingman tonight,“ she says. “I’ll probably slip away if it’s rolling along well.“

She graciously agrees to a photograph with me, which I would include except for two reasons: (1) I don’t want to make Justin Timberlake jealous, and (2) you never quite understand how unattractive you are until you see yourself in a picture with Jessica Biel.

I watch her as she walks toward the pier. I know it’s where her car is parked, but I have this image of her heading straight back to the Pier Plank Plunge. The carny won’t know who she is, nobody on the pier will recognize her, and she’ll just hand over her fiver and go at it. That red button, almost within her reach. Attainable.

#jessica biel #gq #gq 2007 #articles #magazines #cover #interviews

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britt-kageryuu · 6 months

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Leo is streaming! His model is dressed in a Sonic the Hedgehog jacket, a white shirt with a Trans colored unicorn, black short-shorts, over the knee blue socks, his mask, and white/blue sneakers. He's on his inflatable blue chair. River is sitting in a inflatable ring slowly spinning. He's playing Stardew Valley and currently attempting to see how far he can get in the Skull Caverns.

Leo: So recently, since Dad went on a vacation, me and my bro tried to find anything interesting among his collection of stuff from when he was in the film industry. And you would not believe what we found!!

Chat is excited, and asking for the answer.

Leo: So apparently there was an attempt to make a Lou Jitsu family sitcom!

Chat is a bit confused, but also amazed by this information.

Leo: Yeah, they never made it, but Pops has alot of the pre-production stuff, like the pilot script prototype. So apparently it was a family based sitcom where Lou Jitsu was going to be the Dad who was once a champion martial artist, who would teach his kids life lessons, and how to kick butt, that part was considered too problematic with parents.

Some of the chat said they could see kinda how it would work, but yeah it wouldn't fly with the parents that would be worried about their kids copying everything.

Leo: There was some notes on who the show runners wanted to cast, like apparently they wanted Tang Shen to be the Mom? Don't know how well that would work, but hey the biggest set back would've been casting the kids! They would've had to find like 2 to 3 at least vaguely Asian kids to teens to act as the kids to make it somewhat believable!

Chat is in some confused agreement, some pointing out how hard it was for Aisian actors during that time, let alone finding child actors!

River: Not to mention how they would seriously mess up the trying to represent an average Asian household, or how they believe it would be. Though Lou didn't really seem embrace his heritage much.

Leo: Yeah, many good points, heck we barely know much about how the star actor wanted this to happen, but it's still very funny to think about. Well it would probably work in the current way they make shows, but not as well.

River: Oh yeah, there was a few shows where they had the main characters be martial artists, but they would have to make Lou the Grandpa!

Leo: Wonder whatever happened to the guy? Oh shhhh-oot it's late, I didn't get as far as last time. Back to the farm before I pass out.

The topic was changed, but there was lots of conspiracy theories being tossed around in the chat. Yes, Leo was proud of the slight chaos he caused in the chat, and purposefully left them hanging.

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beautifulpersonpeach · 2 years

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I hope that by now, after Hobi’s collaboration with J. Cole, Joon’s El Pais interview, and now Jimin’s Set Me Free Pt. 2, it’s obvious a lot of the criticism around BTS, much of what counts for ‘discourse’, is completely pointless.

Something I noticed after BTS released Fake Love in 2018, is that ‘Discourse’ around the mediums they choose to make music, the kind of music they put out, and how they communicate their ideas, all frankly just boils down to people dissatisfied that BTS didn’t express an idea the exact way those people would prefer, at exactly the time they’d prefer it. That’s it. It’s not a criticism that tackles the substance of their ideas or elevates the conversation around BTS, but one about personal preferences that people with inflated egos courtesy of the internet, mistake to be synonymous with meaningful appraisals of their skill, competency, and their characters.

BTS has always made music in a variety of styles and they’ve shown they’re more than capable of making some of the best hard-hitting and unconventional music there is, not just in Korea, but globally. But then they release a handful of pop tunes that while not my favourite, generated a whole multitude of k-pop stans circle-jerking to ‘discourse’ about how ‘BTS has lost their roots’ when all those people are actually saying is that “BTS didn’t make the exact sort of music I prefer or say something exactly the way I prefer, this time around, on my schedule.”

Take for example discourse around Joon’s latest interview:

Joon has shown similar candour as in the El Pais interview, in their 2022 Weverse interview, in their 2021 Billboard interview, and in honestly more Vlives and interviews than I can count. The primary difference between the El Pais interview and the others is in the sort of questions asked by interviewer/publication. That is what was refreshing because Western media outlets often do not take their music seriously enough to not venture beyond the obligatory ‘dark side of k-pop’ asks before grilling BTS on their potential romantic partners. The interviewer in El Pais was notably more informed about BTS and Namjoon in particular, and that carried through in the interview. Joon is older, more mature, and more comfortable (especially now that they’ve announced their intentions to enlist), but if you were paying attention, you’d realize he’s said a lot of what he said in that interview, long before. He’s not significantly more eloquent and more candid than he was a year ago, he simply responded to the interviewer based on the questions posed and the tone used.

Another example is in Jimin’s latest release, SMF Pt 2, which brought to mind criticism of Jimin I’ve seen from solos, multis, antis and general k-pop stans every fortnight or so, for the last eight years. We can all see references in the lyrics, in the choreography, in the stylistic musical choices, in the medium: rap vs vocals, to many BTS songs and even Jimin’s solo work put out long before. In SMF Pt 2:

For lyrics and message, Jimin references narratives expressed in Lie, Promise, ON, among others;

For sonic expression, Jimin references Friends and ON, seen in his preference for choral effects; Tony Montana and Black Swan for autotune as a tool and rap music as a medium;

For dance/choreography, Jimin references Butterfly, Lie, and ON.

Set Me Free Pt 2 is a combination of various expressions we’ve already seen Jimin do, sharpened to the extreme to drive home the point that this is his time and everyone should get the fuck out of his way.

It’s effective.

Like JITB and Indigo before now, I’m already seeing people lament that Jimin is talking about how their fame affects him, the reference to his haters, or that he is too proud and egotistical. And some Anons are already starting to fret about it in my inbox. I don’t know what to tell y’all besides that I don’t care. I’m not sure how many times I can show that none of those people know what they’re talking about. I’m not confident enough to express how little I think about some random’s opinion about music and how I listen to it, without rudely telling them off in two syllables.

All I’ve got to say about the discourse around this song is ‘fuck off.’

I’m enjoying myself too much. I’m loving Jimin’s vocals and self expression too much. I’m too happy to give a flying fuck what anyone else thinks on the matter.

Aside, Jimin has inspired some of the best fanart I’ve seen in ages:

Credit: @/5813_99

Credit: @/5duelle

Credit: @/0901mg_

Credit: @/glassrtz

Credit: @/emmysuga

#Jimin #park jimin #set me free pt.2 #Jimin FACE #BTS #kpop #fandom discourse

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2309analysis · 6 months

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A small character analysis over Wave the Swallow.

Something I heavily relate with Wave. I feel like she desperately latches onto the unconditional attention she gets. Making it kinda difficult to notice if she’s truly feeling like she’s being seen, or is it just the competition. I feel like once Wave starts to info dump, it’ll be only Tails’ (and Espio in some cases) listening. I think she’s mentally just a little purple ball curling in her own warmth because she really doesn’t have anyone. Her ties personally with the Babylon Rogues aren’t that great; they find too many flaws within themselves to really make much of a relationship with the others. We got two perfectionists and an idiot, retrospectively. They’re friends, yes, but they’d rather protect their gears with their lives, symbolizing the relationship they do have, but not personally with each other. I think the EX-gears are like an addition to themselves; making it clear they really trust themselves more than anyone else. Making it even sadder for Wave. She made them, adjusted my them, modified them, replaced bad parts with good parts, without her, they’re not really with anything. Well, does she ever get that credit the way Sonic gives Tails’ the credit? No. I think Wave is jealous of Tails’ and Sonic’s friendship because of that. She really just wants to be appreciated, and well, seen for more than a mechanic for once.

(I know that this panel isn’t about her, but I find it cute she’s basically doing the same thing Jet did to her for this little guy. Making it seem like the circle forms; and she’s just returning the favor from a metaphorical standpoint.)

Making her attitude actually really justified; she’s scared, and really paranoid. She’s exactly like Knuckles in this sense, she doesn’t want to open up to anyone because they might manipulate her, and use her vulnerability to their advantage. Which is why it’s easy for her to cut ties so quickly, trying to become friends with her will be extremely difficult. She’s truly a slow burn relationship in any sense. Her harsh trust issues stem from people being jealous of her skills, making her easily judgmental on if or what if people want to steal from her. So she simply steals from them first. I’m talking about the fact in the comics, it starts by clarifying that she was actually against the Babylon Rogues. Now, once she was thrown into ‘jail’ by her former boss, helping them out, she states it’s almost ‘ironic.’ From a double-sense, too. She’s rogue-like, and she’ll do most things on her own terms, but hates the people who live by her ideologies. Funny, right? Plus, she now has formed this relationship that she knows they need her; and they won’t simply give her away for almost no reason. She’s way too invaluable; and they do, in-fact, care about her. Just don’t show her in many ways, but like us, she overlooks their subtle ways. Knowing that Wave will and does have an extremely difficult time to form a relationship or bond with somebody, doing it so quickly with Jet and Storm makes their relationship and meeting even more ironic. Making it almost funny, because even then, Wave isn’t seen for who she is, but for what she can do. Making her ego over how she can tune EX-gears really delicate, it’s just an inflated ego. Nothing more. So, meeting Tails’ really hinders her ability to feel confident about herself, or have any pride about her actions and decisions after the events of Riders to Zero Gravity.

I think she finally accepts Tails’ as an equal at the end of Riders, but it still makes her deeply insecure that someone of that age is just as good as her. If not, better, which, in a way, terrifies her, because she knows her worth on this occasion, but at the same time, if somebody is better, it makes her feel inferior. This is her only way to actually feel superior or somehow worth something. In anything else, I wholly believe she doesn’t feel anywhere near that the way she does when she tunes EX-gears. So, in a way, I think she thought Tails’ was taking that pride or superiority over her. (I love characters who canonically suffer from imposter syndrome! 😘 They make me so sick. /pos) In Free Riders, I feel she finally accepts the rivalry as friendly and Tails’ isn’t trying to show her up. I think they’d misunderstood their feelings towards each other. Making it seem as if the rivalry was toxic, and it tried to make the other feel inferior to the other. They probably both figured it out pretty much at the same time, but Tails’ took the first initiative to be friends regardless. Making it implied, he really didn’t care about her skills, but her as a person. They’re literally two sides of the same coin. I definitely would believe that once Tails’ starts to share research with her, depending on their relationship, she’d either take it two ways. He’s trying to give her more tips, and she doesn’t like it when others’ see things differently, and make better judgments over it. Making her really defensive over her own math and observations. Or they’re collaborating and they need to share each other’s worries with each other to complete the task.

Also, I do think she’s envious of Tails’s kindness, because she can’t. I don’t think she completely trusted herself to be kind, and it’s not because people might take advantage of it, but I think she’s so used to being a manipulator. So she’ll automatically set up ways to manipulate you on something, and she’ll hate herself for it. Making it easy to really manipulate Tails’, and she’s almost scared about doing it. Hence how trustworthy he is. I don’t think she’ll be able to forgive herself for manipulating somebody so pure and honest. Almost making her want to yearn for an actual friendship with Tails’, but she has too much pride. She’s so tragic…

I really don’t think she’ll be comfortable enough to actively go and seek help. Which makes her really emotionally attached to her own abilities, hindering her development. Which isn’t so bad, because she really is great, but she could benefit from Tails’ help. She doesn’t like admitting it; but she does like the kid, and furthermore making him an even better rival for her. They understand each other’s skills far better than any else’s’, but it’s because they’re on the same wavelength. I think Wave is subconsciously aware of this; but really sour about it. Probably because she felt that way, and it’s new, and I headcanon she hates new feelings. It’s weird, and she doesn’t know what to do about it, and it leaves her confused and in the dark. She hates that the most, being unable to understand. Especially over failure. I don’t think she handles failure well, her anger is so destructive it makes Jet quake in his shoes. So, seeing Tails’ just taking it as trial and error and never thinking too much over it makes her extremely angry. Like how? How can he just walk away? It was his creation, and it wasn’t good enough! How is he fine with that? How could anybody be fine with that? Wave is so distraught by it, that her feelings towards Tails’ is so unreasonable and unfair, that she just can’t stand to look at him. Especially in Riders, so him actively trying to become friends with her almost mentally breaks her. Another headcanon, she’s very good at masking her mental state. So we never actually see if she cares or not, but oh my goodness, she does. She does a lot.

Now back to the first part; Also, I can agree she hates how dominant males are in her field. Making her pretty competitive already, but it only amplifies when she knows she’s better than you. It’s almost humorous for her, because then she’ll mock you over how dumb or idiotic you think because of her inflated ego. Although, when it comes to people she doesn’t have a good judgment or understanding on, she gets defensive and even more aggressive over her mocking. Depending on their reactions, she’d get a better sense of their abilities. I honestly don’t think her mocking is empty; it holds something. Not only is it her defense, but it’s basically her getting what she wants by your reactions. It’s more beneficial because you can tell how people can take things, and that’s your ticket to a better chance to win.

I honestly think the reason Wave dismisses Tails’ EX-gear is because it wasn’t made from original parts. Making it honestly easier to pick on him simply because all he did was really scrap parts. In her book, it’s not good enough to be even remotely comparable to EX-gear. Making her a little frustrated on seemingly how unserious Tails’ was about it. Which was just her misinterpretation that had no time to be corrected. Especially since she was already in a hurry to just set up the bomb to sabotage Sonic. Honestly, I don’t think she was entirely lying, but trying to cover up her lack of actions with her inflated egoistic behavior. Trying to keep it clear that the Babylon Rogues are still clearly superior over Sonic’s team. In a way, she was defending Jet and Storm.

Another thing, I don’t think she really cares about winning. She doesn’t find pride in that like Jet does, but how well and modified their EX-gears are. Hence her being the only canon character who knows her way around the full spectrum of EX-gears. She practically creates the characters for EX-gears. Making her way out of Tails’ and Eggman’s league when it comes to managing and inventing these. They know nothing about the EX-gears other than the air-tanks. While, Wave knows where’s what and what is going on. Without her knowledge; Jet’s and Storm’s gears would be basic and average because everyone else has the same problem. An inventor who can’t properly understand or malfunction the EX-gears. Making Wave one of the most valuable characters in this sense.

I honestly think I’m not done with this. Although, I mostly covered everything; and I just honestly want to write about her. I could make a part two, but it’ll be mostly covering her status as mechanic. I also would like to state now, I don’t like gender-bent Wave. I fully believe you take away from her character if you turn her into a boy. Her character no longer has purpose or meaning.

#writing #headcanon #sonic the hedgehog #character analysis #wave the swallow #sonic riders #tails the fox

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catiecat1320 · 9 months

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New Fic!!

This one’s a Secret Santa gift. Their one wish was for angst. A lot of angst.

⚠️Warning for character death!⚠️ It’s not graphic or anything but [redacted] still dies, soooo…

Read below the cut ⬇️

If Shadow had known what would happen, he would’ve never done such a thing. Wouldn’t have ever thought of it— he shouldn’t have thought of it at all, regardless of what happened after.

Perhaps he was a hypocrite.

It was all his fault.

……………………………………………………

It was an accident.

Shadow knew this, yet he couldn’t help the blazing fury that buried itself in his gut. Why did Sonic have to be such a moron?! That cocky, blue, son-of-a-bitch hedgehog just had to go around meddling in everyone’s business and ruining everything!

He… he’d been so close. So close. Then— Chaos, he wished he could just throttle that—

“Shads?”

There was only one person bold enough to call him by a nickname that lame. Shadow growled, hoping that he would go away, but a second later he felt a warm hand on his shoulder. The black hedgehog whipped his head around, crimson eyes piercing emerald, and jerked away.

“Woah! Geez, take a chill pill.” Sonic huffed, his breath visible in the chill air. “What’s wrong?”

“Gee, I wonder.” Shadow spat, baring his fangs at the hero. “Oh, maybe it’s what happened this morning!”

Sonic reacted with no more than a twitch of his face at the comment, as if it had been nothing important at all. “Dude,” he started, taking another step closer, only to be cut off by Shadow.

“Do NOT ‘dude’ me, faker. Do you even know what you did?”

The confusion that settled on Sonic’s face as he tried to recall told Shadow everything he needed to know. “You don’t. Of course you don’t. What did I expect?”

“Shads—”

“My name is Shadow.”

“Shadow. Look, I… I’m sorry I made you upset—”

“‘Upset’ is an understatement. I hate you with every fiber of my being.”

Sonic frowned, his fingers doing a nervous tap dance on his elbow. “Okay, why— sorry, what random nerve did I touch this time? What happened?”

“If you don’t know, I can't help you.” Shadow snarled in response. Without another word, he sped off, rocket skates flaring as he slid down the icy hill. He hoped to lose the other hedgehog, but Sonic clearly had other ideas as he gave chase.

Sadly, the blue blur had always been just a little faster than Shadow, as much as he hated to admit it. Sonic eventually caught up in their impromptu race, trying and failing to talk with the sheer speed tearing apart any sound he made. Could he not see that Shadow wanted to be left alone? He was practically pleading to get decked.

A few moments more of this game of cat-and-mouse caused Shadow to snap. Scratch trying to clear his head. Sonic isn’t , nor will be, letting up— that much was clear. Well, fine. He’d share a few choice words with the idiot, since he wanted it sooo badly.

Shadow abruptly turned around, grabbing Sonic by the shoulders and slamming him into the ground. “This is all just a game to you, isn’t it? You think it’s just harmless fun.” He spat, the bitter malice in his voice surprising even himself. “You play the hero and inflate your ego, basking in the limelight and not caring about what you leave behind.”

“What do you mean?” Sonic grunted, flipping Shadow off him and getting up, dodging furious punches.

“You know exactly what I mean. You just don’t care.” Shadow sneered, letting his barriers break. Pent up frustration and disappointment morphed into anger, fueling the fire that now burned openly. His fist caught the hero’s jaw with a crack, causing him to stumble and giving Shadow the opening to kick him firmly in the gut. “People got hurt. Hospitalized. Things were burned, shattered, destroyed in that building, and you turn tail and run off without a second thought. The fastest thing alive can’t be bothered to clean up his own messes, apparently.”

“I… I didn’t know.” Sonic whispered, distraught. He dizzily sidestepped Shadow’s chaos spear. “I was focused on… the badniks—”

“Something you should’ve gotten rid of a long time ago.” Shadow retorted. “But you’re too busy going off on adventures.” Both hedgehogs were out of breath by now, clouds of mist puffing out with every breath. The reasons for both, however, were very different: Sonic had gotten it knocked out of him, figuratively and literally; Shadow had spent all his breath screaming. “I was in that building, Sonic. It nearly came down. But do you care?”

“I—”

“What would make you care? Does someone important to you have to die before you come down Earth? What if… what if it had been Tails, huh? Would you finally realize your stupidity then?”

That was low. Shadow realized as soon as those words left his mouth— there was nothing that Sonic cared for more than his friends. Not even himself. But he faltered at that, and the black hedgehog took the chance to lunge, the thought disintegrating.

The both of them went tumbling, and Shadow ended up on top, pinning the other firmly to the ground. It was completely unnecessary, anyhow— the “hero” didn’t seem very keen on escaping.

“Next time,” Shadow continued after a moment, his voice low. He glared at Sonic with bloody ruby eyes, hoping that his message would finally get through that thick skull of his. “Remember what’s around you. And when someone gets hurt because of your idiotic actions, make sure it’s you.”

Then he warped away, unaware of the single tear that traced down Sonic’s face, that which was etched with a wounded expression of acknowledgement.

……

Miles away, in a luxurious apartment above the dazzling Club Rouge, Shadow reappeared in a flash of light. What would scare the wits out of most people had become customary in this unconventional household, and the bat barely glanced up from her spot on the couch. “Welcome back, hun. Are you feeling better?”

“No.” Shadow growled, the lingering anger from his fight beginning to wane, leaving just exhaustion. Rouge pursed her lips, looking the scruffed up ultimate lifeform over.

“You ran into Sonic.” She stated, not as a question but as a fact. It wasn’t too hard to guess— after all, there’s no one else that cracked the stoic Shadow— in more ways than one— as much as his archrival.

“He ran into me.” Shadow huffed in response. Rouge shook her head, chuckling to herself.

“I assume you two had another lover’s spat?”

Brilliant crimson glared daggers at Rouge, who was unfazed. “He is NOT my ‘lover!’ I can’t stand him.”

“Sure thing, hun,” the bat laughed. “So explain why your muzzle suddenly matches your stripes.”

“I… Shut up!” Shadow yelled, his voice cracking. He was in no mood to deal with Rouge’s bullshittery. Storming up to his room and slamming the door, he collapsed beside the bed and buried his face into his arms, breathing heavily.

Why was everything going wrong today?

He didn’t know how long he stayed like that. He might have even fallen asleep at some point— he didn’t know. But he remembers when Rouge knocked on the door and came in (without permission), and sat down beside him.

“Hey. I’m sorry,” she started softly. “Are you feeling alright?”

Shadow lifted his head and shook his hand at her. So-so.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

He didn’t answer, instead turning away. Rouge sighed. She was hoping he would open up; not that she expected much. She tried a different tactic. “Well, I heard the paper files from the ARK were destroyed today, but they probably had digital or backup ones. That’s what you were looking for, right?”

That caught Shadow’s attention. The hedgehog perked up immediately— because it was. Not that he’d tell anyone (but Rouge was smart enough to know), but he’d been digging through just about everything to find the records from the ARK, a piece of his past, and it just so happened that the building that held them got torn apart. He thought they were gone, but Rouge’s words sparked hope— and regret.

Shadow slumped once more, the harsh words he’d shouted with such misplaced fury earlier grating on his ears. “Rouge, I… I yelled at Sonic. For destroying those. It was an accident— not even his fault! He was trying to help. And I lashed out at him for it… I-I think… I went too far.”

Rouge patted his arm gently. It wasn’t exactly uncommon for Shadow to act without thinking. “It’s alright. I’m sure he’ll understand.”

“Really?”

“Of course. You know him. Now come on, let’s get started on those files. You can apologize the next time he comes around.”

Shadow nodded. “Okay…Thanks, Rouge.”

“No problem.”

……………………………………………………

“What happened?”

Shadow looked up from the computer quizzically, deep in everything they’d dug out of government files. Rouge stood in the doorway, phone in hand, barely concealed worry written on her face. “Two weeks ago. You… Tails, I’ll call you back.” The bat said, promptly hanging up. She took a breath before continuing. “You came home after fighting with Sonic. Shadow, what happened exactly? What did you say?”

“Is that really important?” Shadow winced, mentally shoving the resurfacing memory down. “What’s going on?”

“He’s gone off the radar. It’s Christmas Eve, and no one has seen nor heard from him since you—”

Shadow didn’t hear the rest of her sentence. He’d already dashed out, heart pounding, rocket skates leaving a trail of slush in the freshly fallen snow.

……

Rouge frantically pinged Shadow’s communicator, but he didn’t bother to answer— instead turning the thing off— too wrapped up in his thoughts as he sped through crisp, pale scenery. It can’t be that hard to spot a speck of blue against it all, right?

Sonic was known to disappear for days at a time, doing who-knows-what. But two weeks was a record without any word, for as much as Shadow knew, plus the blue hedgehog always returned for special occasions. And what more occasional than a white Christmas?

There was definitely something going on. Something bad.

Shadow had a sinking feeling that it was caused by himself.

Harsh words reverberated in his skull, his mind having handily retrieved them from the back of his Things To Forget pile.

Where was that idiot?

……

He must’ve searched through half the country before catching a glimpse of the blue blur trudging through some inconspicuous woods, heading somewhere in deep. Shadow grumbled in annoyance as he changed direction and chased after Sonic. So he was okay, just ignoring all of his friends.

A closer look, however, told a slightly different story. The hero’s lithe frame was marred by neglected scrapes and bruises of unknown origin, and Shadow could see, both from the rise and fall of his chest and the puffs that left his lips, that his breathing was labored. Shadow’s brow furrowed with concern. What happened?

Before the black hedgehog had a chance to call out to him, Sonic slowed, his ears flicking, likely picking up on the sound of snow crunching under metal shoes. Then he turned around.

“Shadow.”

Shadow decided that he’d prefer one of his nicknames right then. It was unnerving to hear his name, partnered with an uncharacteristically serious expression, come out of Sonic’s mouth. But of course he didn’t say that. “Where have you been?” He asked instead.

“Places. Does it concern you?”

Yeah, this— this whole thing— was unnerving. Shadow couldn’t put his finger on why. “I… It’s Christmas Eve. You’ve been gone for two weeks. Your friends are looking for you.”

“Oh.” Sonic responded, much less of a reaction than Shadow had been expecting “Tell them I won’t be there. I’ve got things to do.”

And he ran. The little bitch ran off before Shadow could get another word in, causing him to stiffen in frustration. What—

That’s when it struck him. Sonic was acting just like him. It seemed as if the events from two weeks prior were playing out with them on opposite sides.

In an ironic twist of fate, that left Shadow to play the role of annoying, stubborn pain-in-the-butt.

He groaned and chased after Sonic, hoping to catch up before he lost him.

……

Unfortunately, Sonic quickly outpaced Shadow, who did terribly in this kind of terrain. He ended up stumbling blindly through the woods trying to find his blue rival again. Luckily, the “things'' Sonic had to do weren’t exactly quiet. Horrendous screeching of metal and machinery, punctuated by the sound of an explosion, led Shadow to his destination: an abandoned Eggman base. Sonic had clearly wasted no time tearing through the thing, and Shadow followed the trail of destruction out the other side.

Well, maybe abandoned wasn’t the right word. A hoard of beeping badniks surrounded Sonic, their glowing eyes failing to elicit any fear as the hero stared them down with half-lidded eyes. In the absence of shadow-casting trees, the winter sun highlighted the dark bags upon Sonic’s pale muzzle, along with a fresh scratch that he took no notice of. He readied himself into a fighting stance, waiting. Then the first bot attacked— but not at him.

Shadow jumped, the bolt missing his face by only a millimeter— much too close for comfort. Oh, right. He was in enemy territory. He snapped out of his thoughts and shifted gears, spin-dashing the badnik and landing beside Sonic.

But as they fought, Shadow noticed two things: one, Sonic was slower, his attacks not as effective as they usually were. Although, that wasn’t unexpected— Sonic was observably injured, after all. What both worried and frustrated Shadow was number two: most of the time, the two hedgehogs fought side by side in perfect sync. It was like magic, the way they clicked. But this time…

“Stop trying to protect me,” Shadow growls, ducking as Sonic flipped over his head and stomped on a badnik beside him. “I can handle myself.”

“Sure. Like that bot didn’t almost blow your head off earlier.”

Well, at least he got his sass back, Shadow thought, rolling his eyes. “That was one time. Focus on yourself. You’re hurt.”

“Isn’t that what you wanted?!” Sonic snapped, his voice breaking. “Gods, do you hear yourself?”

Shadow stopped dead, the weight of the remark hitting him like a train. Oh. Oh, Chaos. That’s… He didn’t mean… Had Sonic…?

Any words he wanted to say stuck in his throat. Amidst the flurry of frantic thoughts came one which was clear as crystal: You caused this. Whatever Sonic’s been doing to himself is because of you.

“Oh Sonic, you’re a terrible hero.” Sonic drawled in a horrible imitation of Shadow’s voice. “Go fuck yourself over more than you already are.” He delivered a swift kick to a motobug and sent it crashing through the last of the badniks. Emerald eyes brimmed with tears, and one escaped, tracing a path down his cheek.

He’s crying. Chaos, he’s crying. Shadow had never seen Sonic cry before. He wanted it to stop.

But Sonic didn’t stop. “Oh, w-wait, you did what I said. Actually, do this instead,” he shakily continued.

“What do you want from me?! What… What more? I… everyone else is clear. I’ve got to be a hero. The hero. The supposed better person. The light in the dark. The beacon of hope. I… I’ve got to be everything. I can’t— I can’t cry. I want to cry. I shouldn’t be crying. Why am I crying?” He rubbed at his eyes furiously, but the tears just came faster, along with his breaths. Eventually he gave up and looked up at Shadow numbly, face flushed and damp. “What… What am I doing wrong?”

Shadow, who had been standing there like an idiot, speechless, finally found his voice. “Sonic…” he whispered, taking a step forward.

That’s as far as he got.

Because then everything collapsed, all too fast; but at the same time, all too slow.

…A badnik. They’d missed one. Or maybe just didn’t smash it hard enough.

With the last of its artificial life, it fired at Shadow, who, mind reeling from Sonic’s mental breakdown, froze on the spot. His mind screamed at his body to move, but he simply could not react fast enough.

The shot didn’t make it to its target, though.

Because Sonic was there instead.

The bolt punched through the hedgehog, somewhere among his ribcage, then out the other side, bringing a burst of bright red, stark against royal blue.

Sonic collapsed to his hands and knees, taking in a single, sharp breath.

Shadow doesn’t remember screaming.

But he knows he heard it— shocked, terrified, piercing— as he dropped to the ground beside his counterpart.

No, no, no.

Warm blood ate at crystal white snow, melting it into a sickening slush.

Sonic toppled into Shadow, coughing, droplets of red dripping down his chin.

He weakly grabbed at his chest as Shadow frantically turned him over, exposing the worst of it.

It was a gruesome sight, one indescribable, one his memory blurred out.

…Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew then that Sonic wouldn’t make it.

In a twisted way, it both calmed him and panicked him.

He peeled off now blood-soaked gloves, fumbling with his communicator before pressing SOS.

Then he applied pressure to the wound, wincing at Sonic’s pained whimpers.

“Shad… Shadow. Shads.”

Shadow hesitantly looked over.

Sonic’s usually lively emerald eyes were devoid of the spark that Shadow so liked to see. They’d taken on a dull, glassy look, struggling to focus on Shadow’s face.

“Y-you’re… you’re crying,” he mumbled.

Shadow blinked, processing the remark. “That’s… that’s not important!”

Sonic didn’t seem to hear him. “Hmm… you m’kay?”

The sudden question so clearly contrasted the situation at hand that Shadow could help but choke out a bitter laugh. “What? Y-yes. No. I don’t know any more. Why…That sounds like a question I should be asking you?”

“Mmm… ‘m fine. Always fine.” Sonic replied absently, his head lulling to the side. “Sleepy…”

“No!” Shadow yipped, eliciting a disappointed whine from the injured hero. “No. No, no. Stay awake, Sonic. Th-they’ll be here soon. You’ll… you’ll be okay. Okay. Please.”

Sonic shook his head lethargically. “Shadow. I… Don’t cry… hate crying.”

“Sonic. T-that’s not important,” Shadow chokes. He opted to let up on the pressure, which was not doing anything to reduce the bloody puddle that formed beneath the two. Instead, he gently gathered the other in his arms, cradling him against his chest like it would fix everything. “I… earlier you asked what I wanted from you. I need you to stay alive. Please, Sonic, please.”

Sonic blinked, slow, deathly. “Sorry. Can’t… can’t do that,” he whispers, pressing against the patch of fluff, and Shadow sobs in protest.

“No no n-no, Sonic, please. Sonic!”

“Shhh…” Bare paw pads pick up on the sensation of touch, and Shadow realizes that Sonic was grasping his hand. “Shhh… ‘s gonna be okay, Shads. Mhm? ‘Innit funny… this is how— I die… after everything…”

“Y-you’re not going to die, Sonic. You’re not! Sonic, Sonic, Sonic…” Shadow shook him in a desperate attempt to keep him awake. He absently wondered if Sonic could hear his erratic heartbeat as he rambled, straining to pick up on sounds of rescue.

“Sonic, Sonic, please. They’re coming. Just… just hold on. They’ll help you and you’ll be okay and everything’ll be fine. Sonic. Sonic, I-I’ll take you on a vacation, okay? Anywhere you’d like. As a Christmas present! You deserve it. Okay? Don’t die. Don’t die. Don’t die… Sonic?”

No response.

Shadow looked down in panic to find that Sonic’s eyes had drifted closed, a single teardrop belonging to himself trailing down a blue eyelid. “Sonic! Wake up wake up wake up—”

“Mmph… squishing me…” he weakly mumbled. Shadow had never felt more relief in his life as when Sonic shifted in his arms.

But that relief was short-lived.

“Shads… don’t blame yourself, m’kay? ‘S not… ‘s not your fault… not— your fault…” Sonic whispers, his words slurring together. He gave Shadow’s hand a light squeeze. Then his head drooped and he exhaled, shallow, content.

He did not take another breath.

Shadow let out an unholy screech. “S-Sonic! Nononononono Sonic, Sonic y-you’re supposed to be home for Christmas, Sonic, what about your friends?! I… don’t do this to me— please! I’m sorry! Wake up. Please. I need you! I can’t do this again, Sonic. Sonic! I… I love you, Sonic. I love you.” And he did. Shadow confessed, to himself as much as to his lover, something he’d always denied, something which was always true, in a frenzied attempt at the impossible.

It was too late.

Much too late.

On a day that was meant to be joyful, filled with holiday cheer,

A life was lost, and another, shattered beyond repair.

#sonic #sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #sonadow #writing #fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 #angst #whump #character death #writers on tumblr #writeblr #oneshot #secret santa #merry christmas #CatieCatWorks

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yourlegacysnotyourstosee · 1 month

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This is my Green Day themed patch vest! It’s gonna be a long 3 part post because I literally love this thing, but I’m open to suggestions for other Green Day themed patches I could do (also this was a Beast to write, so you if you see any typos or spelling mistakes please let me know).

A little background:

I thrifted this as a jean jacket and cut off the sleeves to make it a vest. Then I used the fabric of the sleeves to make pockets and inside pockets to the vest, since the original jacket had no pockets whatsoever. This way, I was able to make the pockets as bigs as I wanted (about the size if a cd case). Unfortunately I have no pictures of it before I modified it, but thats what I did to it.

Working at a craft store, I get to thoroughly abuse the discount offered to employees. I bought a bunch of cool fabric in the smallest size cuts our store allows. Then I just hand stitched each strip into the inside of the jacket with black thread so it wouldn’t be as visible from the outside.

From left to right in the picture the fabrics are:

ACDCs Highway to Hell album cover, Beetlejuice (The Movie), Aerosmith logo, Nightmare on Elm Street, a bunch if skulls and grey roses, Mandolorian fabric with various characters helmets on it, Pink Floyd fabric with the inflatable pig from Animals, a bunch of overlapping Gizmos from Gremlins showing various expressions, and Back to the Future fabric with the DeLorian on it.

The inside pockets also have their own separate linings. On the right pocket is Scooby-Doo fabric with the gang on it, and some rainbow paw print fabric that I thought was cute. On the left pocket in some Sonic the Hedgehog fabric with Sonic, Tails, Rouge, Knuckles, Cream, Eggman, Blaze, and Silver inside rings, and the other fabric on the left pocket is a black fabric with the Queen logo on it in white.

Again using my employee discount, I got a ton of our different stud trim and messed around with what I though looked cool. I started by just straight up fabric gluing the trims to various seams in the jacket as I saw fit, and then sewing the trim down after that as a precaution (thimbles my beloved).

Okay now for the patch tour. Every time I try to make a patch vest of some kind I get disappointed in myself with the results. So to avoid that for this project since this vest has been my favorite so far, I decided to make it Green Day themed to start. Then I can see where it goes from there. I tried to have one patch for each studio album, so I’m going in order of album.

1,039 Smoothed out Slappy Hours- Paper lanterns is my favorite song from this album. I just painted the song title on black fabric with white paint first, and went over in in color when the white had dried. The letters are are all capitalized and slightly staggered on purpose. The green paint should glow in black light.

Kerplunk- just screen printed the flower and ironed in onto black fabric. I do mostly song titles for the other albums, so I was just trying to do something that wasn’t a song title (although I’m thinking of making a Christie Rd sign).

Dookie- i found this shirt at a thrift store and I already own one, but I just knew it would make a sick back patch. I had some leftover fusible interfacing from a project I did in April, so I fused some to the back of the section of the shirt I cut out to make the patch, and then again to another plain black piece of fabric cut from the back of the Dookie shirt. I used some very strong, washable fabric glue and glued the two pieces together. This made for a very thick, very durable back patch. I rolled a bottle over the two fabrics to smooth it out and really get the glue to stick. I sandwiched the patch between two large flat surfaces, and put some heavy items on top of it for 24 hours. Finally, I pinned the patch down and sewed it.

Insomniac- I had a little bag of letters cut out of old shirts I couldn’t wear anymore, and thought the ransom note aesthetic fit Insomniacs vibe perfectly. Walking Contradiction is my favorite song off of Insomniac. That is often my reasoning behind most of the patches I made for this vest. I have a big thing of modge podge that I bought for a project that never ended up getting finished. I used this modge podge to seal a lot of these patches, giving them a slightly shiny finish. For this, I used the modge Podge as glue and a finish to keep the letters from falling off. When I took this picture the vest wasn’t complete, but I also added a couple stitches onto each letter as reinforcement in case the letters end up falling off.

My photo limit is maxed out so Part 2 and Part 3 is coming soon?

#green day #billie joe armstrong #mike dirnt #tre cool #saviors tour #idiot nation #patch vest #alt diy

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