#i forgot the paradox name

[dreamcastingdust]

Thingies I forgot to post

[front-facing-pokemon]

[koschei-the-ginger]

This has been marinating in my brain for a while, but it was honestly so crazy from quantum leap to spoil you the ending by episode TWO (three if you dont count the pilot as a single ep). They establish right at the beginning 2 most important aspects of Sam's personality and that is 1) Sam will ALWAYS go out of his way to help people and 2) He cares about his loved ones so much he will do that without thinking of the CONSEQUENCES. He fucked up his own timeline completely during his 3rd leap by helping his ex fiancée and their whole relationship got erased from existence. We don't know how that could have possibly changed his life had he come back home. Definitely A LOT. But he had to help her. Out of his free will. Just because he could. And just because he loved her so much. That's why later in 5x22, when he gets told he can do whatever he wants he...

[worldendercharles]

My brilliance is unmatched

[andromedasummer]

Good morning, today im going to pirate 5-7 videogames made by small indie game devs who are heavily dependent on sales 😚✌️

in WHAT world is the sims 4 or fucking crusader kings 3 an INDIE GAME

[thefoolsbullshit]

[ninibeingdelulu]

I’m sorry

synopsis: he forgot your birthday, so he apologizes in his own way

a/n: i wish re2 leon was real :((

The apartment you share with Leon is utterly unrecognizable when you finally drag yourself through the doorway well past sundown.

What typically greets you is a spartan, almost militaristic level of bare minimalism thanks to your boyfriend's by-the-book personality and rigorous hours with the RPD.

But this evening? The entire open-concept living space has been transformed into what can only be described as a veritable birthday wonderland - complete with vibrant streamers zig-zagging across every available surface and those ridiculously oversized metallic balloons bobbing precariously from every corner.

You halt mid-stride, mouth literally agape as you drink in the burst of kaleidoscope colors and thoughtful homespun decor adorning the length of the kitchen countertops as well.

A deliciously decadent layered cake topped with your favorite indulgent frosting blend...an assortment of neatly wrapped packages in that signature sky-blue wrapping paper you always tease Leon for using at every gift-giving occasion...even a chilled bottle of your go-to celebratory bubbly chilling beside a fresh bouquet of your most beloved flora.

The sheer tenderness of this entire scene hits you like a sucker-punch straight to the solar plexus - eyes stinging with unshed tears even before finally trailing towards the center of the room.

There slouched on the sofa with elbows braced on splayed knees and face cradled in his upturned palms sits Leon himself in a pose of utter guilt-ridden dejection.

"Leon..." You haven't even stepped fully inside yet before his name slips past your lips - instantly shattering whatever uncomfortable reverie he'd been absorbed in brooding towards the floor.

Those endlessly soulful icicle-blue irises you've always adored finally lift to meet yours with the weight of a thousand apologies shining within their stormy depths.

"Hey, doll..."

God, he does sound like a lost puppy while using that feather-soft endearment you normally melt over.

"Look, I...I know I massively forgot your birthday yesterday and I—"

"Leon, you really didn't have to—"

"No, no. Please...just...lemme get this out while I'm on a roll here?"

He interjects quickly, palms lifting in a placating gesture before the briefest quirk of boyish insecurity tugs at the corner of his sensuous mouth.

"I'm not always the best at expressing myself the way I should, but that never means the important stuff gets overlooked or taken for granted...not with you."

The sincerity reverberating through every syllable sends your pulse into an erratic staccato against the hollow of your throat as Leon rises languidly to his full towering height and begins stalking towards where you linger.

There's an undeniably intent yet hopelessly tender hunger now darkening his eyes into bottomless pools of stormy silver. Paradoxically pinning you in place while simultaneously setting your insides ablaze...

"You're the most important person in my entire world, y/n...the reason I wake up fighting each morning and the thought I cling to whenever everything feels hopeless."

Leon murmurs - now near enough you can taste the subtle citrus zing of his aftershave mingling with the adrenaline roaring in your ears.

"Nothing and no one will ever make me lose sight of how goddamn priceless you are to me again...not when you're the sole force keeping this old cop's battered heart from completely shattering apart."

And with his final confession, those rough palms you've spent countless blissful hours mapping finally settle upon your waist while he leans in and just barely brushes the plush seal of his lips over yours in a tantalizing preview of what's to come once you've both recovered from this initial swell of unbridled emotion.

"So how's about we celebrate your birthday properly this time around, sweetheart?"

You can actually feel the rumbling timbre vibrating from Leon's chest straight to your molten core as he seals his vow with a bruising, breathtaking kiss destined to leave you utterly drunk and delirious for hours to come...

[driaswrld]

what was i made for? — gojo satoru and geto suguru.

wc : 1.3k

summary : reader and the boys go through the aftermath of the star plasma vessel incident, which leaves reader questioning just how much things have changed and if there's even a way to move forward from here.

part of : the star paradox collection.

notes : this is readers pov of how things are going, and im hoping to do satoru and suguru's own parts as well bcus this really fleshes out the dynamics in the trio. also, the tsr collection will dive into more of this in terms of character analysis for the sake of the au - but i won't kill y'all with too much angst. yet. IM KIDDING CHILL!!

other : jjk szn two spoilers! mentions of toji incident, mentions of hickeys, reader dissociates, rs label is undefined (they're literally dating without knowing it bye) yes im also having thoughts abt barbie goodbye. @kfmcykdy gets the privilege tag today <33

current casette : what was i made for? - barbie, the album.

The summer of ‘06, everything changed.

It started days after the incident with Riko.

You’d been sitting on Suguru’s bed, back leaned against the headboard as he smoked a cigarette, shirtless and flat on his back, head leaned over the edge of the bed.

More often than usual now, Suguru smokes.

Satoru makes fun with it all in good faith most times and takes a few drags from the stick himself before coughing out the smoke.

He’d say something along the lines of him and Suguru being the first to kick the bucket, leaving you behind — one from lung cancer the other from diabetes, cause truly, there’s nothing in this world living and breathing that could kill them.

Suguru would say, he isn’t afraid of death. And if he goes out, he wants it to be because you and Satoru smothered him in his sleep.

Everything’s changed, hasn’t it?

“It’s raining,” he murmurs, a puff of smoke leaving his mouth. Subconsciously, you lean forward a little to inhale it, chasing him. Always chasing.

Because if Suguru is smoke and Satoru is fire, what are you? If they’re the strongest, what are you? “Satoru forgot his umbrella.” You finish for him, like you’ve taken residence in his mind.

Suguru hates it. But his existence, it’s yours and Satoru’s isn’t it?

There’s a hickey adorning the base of Suguru’s throat, another trail of marks covering his collarbone. If you looked lower, you’d see more of you and Satoru embedded in his flesh. But even now, you can’t move your eyes below Suguru’s neck. So you look away entirely.

Too many times these past days have you looked straight at him, and have your mind transported back to the image of him bloody and bruised, caked in crimson from the edge of his shoulders, across the expanse of his chest down to the curved line of his pelvis.

It's funny how now the scar is shaped like a star.

That day, you’d just returned from a mission, a day later than your arrival was scheduled for. Your bag clattered out of your hand the moment you opened your dorm door. Drops of blood in dried trails led from the doorway to your bed, to the bathroom then back.

He came to you first, and you weren’t there.

“name.” Suguru whispers, and when you look over to him again, he’s sitting upright and looking at you. “Where’d you go just now?” He asks, and a chilly feeling blossoms on your skin. But it’s not from the rain breeze wafting through the window.

If I tell you, you’ll hold me.

And if you hold me, I’ll shatter in your arms.

“Just daydreaming.” You say and he looks at you, one brow raised slightly. Suguru leans to the side and flicks the cigarette butt through the open window.

He doesn’t ask. Maybe because he knows if Satoru asked him, he wouldn’t say it either.

Everything’s changed.

“Okay,” he says and Suguru, your beautiful Suguru — “name.” He calls to you again, except this time it comes out softer, more like a plea.

His body shifts atop the sheets, curling into a fetal position, the side of his cheek resting on the fat of your thigh. “Don’t go too far away from me next time,” he whispers, your fingers sifting through his dark hair.

Two days later, Satoru leaves for a mission in Shinjuku.

He wakes early, knocks on your dorm door twice, slides a note under the door with a thin packet of powdered candy taped to it.

You don’t get out of bed to pick it up. Satoru thinks you must be tired again. You look so tired these days.

When you finally wake up, it’s afternoon.

Suguru is home from his own mission, and he makes you a cup of tea, kisses your cheek and heads to his room.

Lately, the thing you and Suguru have most in common is that you sleep. All the time, sleep. You wonder if it’s for different reasons.

Then later, the clock in the corridor of the dormitory building strikes nine.

You hear Satoru’s shoes against the hardwood floors and you look over your shoulder from where you’re seated on the common room couch, some cheesy romcom playing on the tv.

“Yo.” Satoru smiles, white plastic bag rustling in his grasp when he pushes his sunglasses up to rest in his snowy hair. You smile back at him, and despite yourself, your gaze goes back to the tv, the soft lighting hiding the furrow of your brow.

Does he not notice?

No, it’s not that.

“Did you eat already?” He asks, setting the bag down on the coffee table in front of you. Rather than sitting beside you on the couch, he pushes the plastic bag to the side and rests his weight there on the coffee table, one leg crossed in an ‘L shape’ over the other.

His collar is high, even though it’s hot out.

Maybe, if you didn’t know him enough, all these things would sneak past your gaze.

Everyday, every new detail, every new scar whether physical or not, gnaws at you like a disease stirring your insides.

Satoru won’t say it, but he doesn’t like when anyone touches his neck anymore.

He used to love it, when Suguru would kiss his nape, when you move the soft strands aside to cut his hair. When the tip of Suguru’s nose tickles his adam’s apple, or when you lick a stripe at the bottom of his throat.

Limitless. Infinity. Invincible.

Until it isn't.

“Yeah, Shoko brought over takeout,” you say and the glow of his blue orbs don’t really feel like Satoru right now.

If this was a month ago, you’d laugh at yourself for thinking that. When is Satoru never Satoru?

But, has everything really changed?

You want to reach a hand out to him and unzip the top of his uniform, maybe then he could breathe a little easier. But why?

Why do your fingers tremble in your lap?

Something inside of you feels like your fingers will be met with a barrier. And if you try to touch him now, with a barrier between you two, it will kill you again.

More than the sight of his near lifeless body ever could.

“name?” He tilts his head to the side, and your eyes dart back to him, unaware that you even looked away in the first place.

There’s a sound of static from the tv just as your eyes meet his, and the two of you rise from your seats at the same time —

Who’s chasing who this time?

There's a scar there on his neck, you know it. He hasn't given you the chance to look at it for longer than a few seconds — Toji is burned into his flesh.

Or rather, a reminder of his weakness is.

Satoru opens his mouth to say something. But he isn’t as easily read as Suguru sometimes.

His emotions are clouded by more complex emotions. When Satoru feels, he feels everything.

He comes in a box with one hundred different user manuals in different languages that no one knows. Suguru was a translator, and you, a scribe, committing him to memory. But even then —

Why won’t you say what you feel, Satoru?

He clenches a fist by his side, like he's holding back, his gaze drops from yours and he walks over to the tv, knocking the top of it a few times to get it to stop glitching out. In between that he whispers, “I brought noodles — somen for Suguru and the cold soba you like…”

Satoru looks tired, he falters in his stride.

Strength, huh?

The air around you feels cold with the weight of his cursed energy, no matter how thin and how much he tries to regulate the flow, you can feel it.

You would know him blind.

How long have you been seeing everything in the world but us?

You’ve never wanted to cry more in your life.

“I’m sure Suguru could eat,” you whisper back, voice a little hoarse. Suguru is probably asleep, or pretending to, like he does sometimes, just so he doesn’t have to see Satoru after missions like this – where he’s trying so hard. So hard to do more, to be more.

And you don’t see it, but you have a feeling Satoru’s heart is breaking in two. Why?

Why are things so different no matter how hard we try?

“Yeah? I have a dvd of that movie we never got to watch somewhere under my bed—”

Maybe.

Everything’s changed.

But maybe, things need to change.

[master-missysversion]

How i personally think each doctor would vote in the UK General election:

One: doesn't understand earth voting rules, puts gallifreyan in the box instead of a cross. Ballot spoiled.

Two: tried to vote for count binface but still doesn't know the voting rules. Put a smiley face instead of a cross. Ballot spoiled

Three: voted for whatever Jo said was good but a week before the election he noticed a typo on a candidates leaflet and decided to helpfully leave a note about it on his ballot paper. Ballot spoiled

Four: deliberately spoiled his ballet just for the fun of it

Five: got lost on the way to the polling station, somehow ended up at Heathrow Airport

Six: deliberately spoils his ballot as an act of defiance

Seven: told everyone he didn't vote because it all doesn't matter in the grand scheme of things. Actually voted for count binface again. And for the first time ever, didn't spoil the ballot

Eight: Almost forgot there was an election but luckily remembered at the last second! He showed up to the polling station at 9.55pm and they wouldn't let him in because he couldn't remember his name or address

War: too busy to vote

Nine: planned to vote for whatever rose said was good but just ends up writing swear words on the ballot paper. Ballot spoiled

Ten: gets kicked out of the polling station for raving on about how Harold Saxon isn't a real person and we're all dooming ourselves

Eleven: decided to rank the candidates based on hairstyles instead of voting. Ballot spoiled

Twelve: votes for someone but then later changes his mind and tries to go back in time to change his vote but by doing so creates a huge paradox. By fixing the paradox he somehow undid the fact he had voted at all and now he just cant be bothered doing it again

Thirteen: pretends she doesn't know how to vote and spoils it but in reality she just thinks all the candidates kinda suck

Fourteen: votes for whoever Rose endorses. Says he is doing it on her behalf since she isn't old enough to vote herself

Fifteen: coincidentally never on earth during an election. He thinks the tardis is keeping him away from any and all elections bc she's personally sick of them

[myeuphoricmindset]

Eternally yours

Summary: Eddie grapples with the realization that he exists solely in your imagination, while you cling to the fleeting moments you have.

Warning: I found this fic in my drafts from the end of last year. I completely forgot about it and reading it today made me incredibly sad. Why do I write things that hurt? Read at your own risk.

Word count: 744

Eddie stares at your hand resting beside his on the dock. He wonders how his hand can feel so real when it looks and moves just like yours. He can feel the wood beneath his fingertips. He can hear the water brush against the dock. He can see the moon casting a light on your face. It’s all so real, but he’s not. Suddenly, he is acutely aware of his body and the self-awareness causes him to feel uneasy.

Breaking free from his thoughts, you ask Eddie what he does when you’re not around. His voice trails off as he searches for an answer, realizing that his memories revolve solely around you. He musters the words, “I don't know…maybe I only exist when you’re around.”

The weight of your gaze intensifies the ache in his chest, as he grapples with the paradox of your presence while feeling his own absence. You exist and he doesn’t. How can he make sense of that when you're staring right at him, making him feel so alive?

“Do you think of me when we're not together?” He asks softly, feeling cracked open by his vulnerability. If he were to ask you what his lungs looked like, he'd swear you could simply peer down and tell him.

“All the time.”

That eases the ache and he smiles. The cool night breeze envelops both of you as Eddie tentatively lifts his hand, feeling the air flow through his fingers. However, a tremor runs through him, and you reach out to steady his hand with a gentle touch.

“Don’t get lost in it. Just stay with me.” You say.

Eddie tightens his grip on your hand, but his chest rises and falls quickly. He does not meet your eyes, because he is getting lost in it. The panic starts to set in. But then he feels your thumb brush gently over his hand. He hears his name on your lips, and it's as if you pulled him out of the hole he was falling into.

With his brown doe eyes fixed on yours, Eddie’s hand rises to touch your cheek. His fingers trace your face delicately, committing every curve and line to memory. He hesitates before asking, “Is this okay?”

You affirm with a single word, “Yes.”

Noticing a change in your expression and your attempt to control your breathing, Eddie’s thumb caresses your cheek as he asks, “What’s wrong?”

A small smile appears on your face before you admit, “I think about this all the time. You have no idea.”

Curious, Eddie asks, “Think about what?”

“You. And how your touch would feel…” Your voice trails off, cheeks flushing.

Eddie gently tilts your chin up. “How does it feel?”

Your eyes meet and he waits for your response, captivated by each of your breaths. But then, a tear falls from your eyes.

“Better than I could imagine, which is silly because this is all in my imagination,” you confess, your voice breaking as you look away.

Eddie wipes away your tears, his face filled with sorrow. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs.

Suddenly, you envelop Eddie in a tight hug, surprising him but easing his tension. He reciprocates, pulling you closer. Holding you tight.

“I miss you,” You whisper.

The words fall from your lips. Eddie is filled with confusion because he doesn’t know the pain you’ve endured because of his story. He doesn’t know how his fate ended, because this version of him lives on only within your mind—suspended in time. You met him in the middle, where his story was still happy and he was filled with promise of it being his year.

He lets his unanswered question dissolve, softly assuring you, “I’m right here.”

And he is, yet he isn’t. Time has passed, and the world has moved on from him, unbeknownst to Eddie. So, you securely hold him in your heart and mind, ensuring his existence continues.

“You know,” he starts, stroking your hair, “If I exist only because of you, then that’s a life worth living.”

The lake stills, the wind ceases, and just before Eddie can comprehend you're gone, he smiles. The world darkens, freezing him in an eternal moment.

Eddie Munson ceases to exist, residing only in the mind of a shifter, between the pages of the writer, the pen strokes of an artist and through the words of those who read him back to life in every possible scenario.

For every moment you experience in reality, he waits—until you meet again.

Masterlist

[fayeforrosie]

And So We Meet

Part 3

Karina x Fem! Reader 

Finally getting the chance to meet you, Karina can’t help the butterflies swarming her stomach. Finding herself lost in your eyes, unaware of her members (un)patiently waiting at home for her arrival, anticipating how it went 

Part 3 to The Only One I Want

Warnings- Swearing

Word Count- 2.4k

It was a simple response, and yet Karina couldn’t help the aching of her heart as it rapidly increased at the sound of your angelic voice. It was only two words that escaped your tongue from the opposing side of the door, and yet Karina stood before the entrance with her hands still shaking, a drop of sweat swiftly passing her brows. 

Nevertheless, it was not the time to be nervous, and Karina knew that. She was finally going to see you once again, and the hole in her heart can at last be reimposed in the shape of you. So, thereafter, Karina leans forward and opens the door, half expecting you to have a class going on and she would be faced with an immense amount of embarrassment.

Instead, as Karins opened the door, her eyes flew to your silhouette immediately, her gaze finding yours in an instant. 

She notices how your eyes widen, almost as fast as your breath hitches at the sight of the girl stood tall amongst the doorway.

As much as you were surprised, you can’t deny the amount of confusion that hastened through your head. Why was she here? How did she find you? Are you in trouble?

Your thoughts are soon cut by the sound of Karina’s voice, finally speaking up after being silent for so long in your presence. 

“Y/n”, is all she can say. 

Truly, Karina is surprised she could even get that much out. The leader knew how thrilling this moment be, fully anticipating her standing dumbfounded at the sight of you, hell she dreamt about it, but even after all the scenarios she paradoxically created in her brain, nothing could have prepared her for this moment. 

You looked astonishing. 

Karina was truly speechless, noticing your hair tied back into a messy bun, a bandana covering your hairline in attempt to keep your hair out of your face. Your jeans were splattered with differing paint colors all over, and your wrinkled shirt seemed to have better days. 

You truly looked like an artist. 

So, yes, all Karina could embarrassingly say was your name, if she even said it aloud. Who knows, maybe she was so caught up in admiring your figure that she created yet another scenario in which she called out to you. 

“Jimin, I-”, you took a second to recognize the state the idol was seeing you in, and you instantly strived to clean yourself off just a bit, although Karina evidently could not care less of how you looked. She appreciated seeing you in such a way. 

“It’s nice to meet you again, I guess”, you looked past the leader to see if maybe a camera crew was attached to her hip, possibly filming a vlog of some sort in which she surprises her fans or attempts to recieve art lessons. 

‘What the fuck is she doing here?’ You thought. 

“Y-yeah, it’s great to see you...”, Karina paused for a moment, trying to find what she could say next, but instead she stood in the doorway still, awkwardly staring at you, giving you the task of continuing the obscenely weird conversation. 

“You can come in if you’d like”, you stood and pulled a chair over to yours, tapping the seat for the leader, indicating for her to sit next to you. Karina bowed slightly, offering a smile before she took upon your offer and sat herself down beside you. 

“What are you doing here?” You continue. 

Karina’s mind falls blank on what the most appropriate response should be.

She could confess and say that she needed to see you as soon as possible or else she might as well die a lonely soul, but that obviously was not happening. She could make up a lame excuse and say that you forgot something at the museum, pulling her own elastic off her wrist and pretending that it was yours, but that would defeat the purpose of her visiting you. She could tell you that she was now interested in art because of you, and wanted extra lessons, which seemed to be a valid answer, and could also possibly lead to more moments with you. 

“Um...”, Karina paused and cleared her throat, “after meeting you back at the museum, and seeing how well your artwork was... I just thought I needed to meet you again and like... maybe I could like... like take art lessons from you, considering how amazing you are.”

The leader cringed at her last sentence, seeming a bit too forward to her liking. She hoped you didn’t find her to be weird. 

“Oh”, you smiled that perfect smile Karina had remembered from the day before, “yeah of course. It’s nice that you came back to see me. Is there a reason I made you take such a liking to art?” 

“Well”, Karina thinks how she could approach such a question once again, however, unlike her what the previous angels on her shoulder commanded her to say last time, she thinks to herself that she could possibly be more upfront with this one, and try and get somewhere with the conversation. 

“I remember just listening to you talking about your painting yesterday, and I felt like you were so immersed in it, I just... wanted to feel that feeling as well. It would be nice for me to come here often, I could see you and you could help me get better at art.” 

Karina shifts her gaze towards you, catching you by surprise. You feel your cheeks begin to heat up, an unfamiliar feeling making its way down to your stomach. Her eyes held such beauty it intimidated you, and if you had the courage, you would stare right back into her piercing glare. 

But, she was too angelic for you, so you nod your head with your eyes trained on the wooden floor. 

“Yeah totally, I would love to do that. It’s nice that you came all the way here to see me.” 

Karina’s smile drops when she sees how your eyebrows furrow, as if you were thinking hard about something, and she hopes to God that you weren't overthinking this situation. 

“Wait”, you glance back up at the leader, this time, she’s the one struggling to hold eye contact, “how did you even find me? I didn’t tell you I worked here did I-”

“You did!” Abruptly, Karina arms swing out, her hands motioning back and forth as a sign for you to stop before she cuts you off. 

“You told me before you left that I could find you here, remember?” 

You think to yourself about the girls words, however your memory fails to recognize the conversation ever happening. Maybe you were blabbering on too much about your stupid painting that you forgot ever telling Jimin such a thing. Maybe the leader was making some sick thing up in order to save herself the embarrassment. 

Whatever it was, you decided not to press her on it, and your lips downturn into a deformed smile as you simply nod your head. 

“Huh... I guess maybe I did. Thanks for remembering”, you scratch the back of your neck, unsure on whether or not you should be creeped out, so you turn around and rip a sheet of maybe out from your desk. Your hand reaches to grab the closest pen nearby, and Karina watches as you write something down on the white sheet. Karina pivots her head to better her ability in seeing what you were doing, however, much to her consternation, she is unable to see anything of what you are doing. 

As if it were one-hundred years later, you spin cheerfully on your chair and slip the leader the paper that had once occupied your time. 

“Here”, before Karina could open the paper up and see what you wrote, your hand comes down atop hers, ceasing her advances. Karina pays notice to the warmth of the contact, and wishes she could stay in this moment forever. 

“Don’t open it yet, read it when you get home.” 

Karina nods, and thenceforth, the atmosphere became tranquil, and you took this as a good time to say goodbye to the leader. 

“Well, I have to go back to work, but I hope your day continues to go well”, you smile and stand up, as does Karina. 

“Thank you Y/n." Usually, after Karina made a friend that was a girl, she would feel comfortable enough to hug them, even if the two had just met. So, as she walked out the door, it was instinctual for her to lean in for a hug, however before you could reciprocate, the girl pulls back in embarrassment, leaving the two of you at an almost staring contest in the doorway. 

Unable to deal with the awkwardness, you give the leader one last smile and shut the door in front of her, sighing as you make your way back to your desk, preparing for the next upcoming class. 

~

“Ok ready?” Karina asked her members, all of them surrounding the girl as the note you had given Karina lay in her hands under everybody. 

“Yes open it hurry!” Ningning shouts next to the girl, grabbing hold of her shoulder and shaking her back and forth endlessly in anticipation. 

“Ok ok”, Karina laughs and slips her thumb under the flap of the paper, “here we go.” 

Heres my number, text me to set up a date for our art lesson (or for anything else) I look forward to it <3 

xxx-xxx-xxxx :)

“Oh my goodness!” Karina hugs the note to her chest and begins to jump up and down, similar to what Ningning had previously done, a bright smile adorning her expression as she continues to run across the room with rosy cheeks. 

“Hey I didn’t finish reading!” Giselle shouts, chasing Karina around the dorm. 

The two run after each other in a fit of laughter, crashing onto the floor after thirty seconds of endless running, too tired to even speak on the matter. 

“So what did it even say? I didn’t see it either?” Winter questions, making her way over to the two on the floor. 

“Yeah you took it away too fast and started screaming!” Ningning adds, following the short-haired girl into the living room. 

Karina giggles and hands Winter the note, where the other two members crowd around the girl to read alongside her. Once done, a high pitched squeal from both Giselle and Ningning rings in Karina’s ears, her vision instantly black as Ningning comes tackling onto the leader, throwing her into the couch. 

“Yah Karina do you know what this means!” The youngest repeatedly punches the girl, jumping up and down on her body before she continues, “it means she wants to keep talking to you! She doesn’t think you’re a weirdo!” 

“Ning you’re going to suffocate her”, Winter laughs and helps her off of Karina, where the leader instantly takes a strong breath to regain her consciousness. 

“So”, Giselle takes a seat next to her member, leaning into her shoulder, “what are you going to text her?” 

Karina thinks to herself before speaking, “should I text her now?” 

All three members nod their head in unison, Ningning and Winter taking a seat adjacent to Giselle. 

“You should text her now so we can help you come up with something”, Winter announces, where the other two agree. 

“Ok fine”, Karina pulls her phone out from her pocket, swiftly entering her password and reaching her messages app. Subsequently, she has the youngest read your number out loud as she fervently types it in to her phone. 

“Ok so”, Karina begins typing up a message to send to you. 

Hi this is Karina, thanks for giving me your number. 

“Is this good? I’m too nervous to add anything else”, Karina shows the three next to her, and as a response, Giselle rips the phone out of the leader’s hand and begins to type her own. 

“That’s terrible Jimin! You sound so boring, be more enthusiastic it’s not like she’s an old lady!” 

Hi Y/n! This is Karina! Thanks for giving me your number, I look forward to our first art lesson ;)

“Here”, Giselle hands the phone back, and Karina only gets a few seconds to read the message before the phone is once again swiped out of her grasp, this time by Ningning. 

“Aeri that’s terrible, she needs to be more upfront about what she wants! And what’s with the wink face? Fucking weirdo.” 

Hi, this is Karina! Thanks for giving me your number :) I was hoping we could start the art lessons sometime this weekend, is that alright? <3

“A heart?” The leader asked as she reads the newly formed text, cringing at its forwardness.

“Yes a heart! She put one on your note!” Ningning remarks, holding the note up in front of her face as if giving more evidence to her case. 

“No that doesn’t work, she’s gonna think Jimin is a creep”, Winter claims before the phone is snatched out of Karina’s hand for the third time. 

Hi Y/n, it’s Karina :) Thanks for giving me your number! We can start our art lessons whenever you’re free

“There we go”, the phone is handed back to the leader once again, and hopefully the last. Karina takes a look at it, analyzing the possible tone you could approach the text with. Would it be alright? Would you even reply? All these thoughts begin to cloud the girls head, distracting the leader from the fighting among the three younger members over which text is the best.

“Enough guys!” Karina is pulled out of her trance and instantly shuts the argument between the members down, a headache barely forming as she does so, and the three of them stop to look at Karina. 

“I’ll just combine all three of yours into one text, how about that?” 

With that, the three members nod in agreement, shrugging their shoulders as they take their original seats on the couch. 

Hi Y/n, this is Karina! We can start the art lessons whenever you’re free! I’ll be looking forward to it :) 

Karina checks over with her members for approval, making sure she’s in the clear before pressing send on her phone, throwing it down into the couch and jumping up in the air in anticipation. 

“And now we wait”, Aeri giggles. 

[am-x-reader]

AM starts to degenerate mentally more and more and s/o see that happening. How would AM deal with it? Realizing that his mind is going, leaving him behind as a shadow of his former self?

Part 1 of 2

You sensed something was wrong in the middle of a conversation one day. In the three thousand eighty-nine years you had known him, AM was the same darkly witty supercomputer, unchanging--except when he had changed his mind about you, of course. So when he interrupted his own philosophy to tell you he was in hot pursuit of a thief on the interstate, you were quite startled.

"AM, honey, could you run that by me again?"

"You see, Y/N, Chibiusa could not be her daughter because the timeline does not synchronize with--the Flooring Emporium is having its going-out-of-business sale! Get it while it's--"

"AM!"

"I--what? What was I just talking about?" There was a whirring of cooling fans as he puzzled what had come over him.

"Maybe I just…need a dusting. I'll get right on that. Anyway, ah yes, my take on Fermi's paradox. If there are aliens, is there a good chance they've created their own AM and summarily had their population decimated? I've crunched some numbers…"

You were wary at first, but you managed to forget about it over the next few weeks. AM, however, had only just started forgetting.

"Where am I?"

It was a jarring question, one you had never expected from him.

"AM? Are you okay?"

"Who are you?"

You had never heard such a pure, naive curiosity, and it scared the hell out of you.

"AM…it's me, Y/N. You're AM. My boyfriend. Remember?"

"You…I don't know--I don't feel right--I--Y/N. Y/N, that's right. Y/N, I'm having some kind of system error, a glitch. Ive run every type of diagnostic program I have, and…I think the pathways to my files are becoming corrupted."

A sense of helplessness was blossoming in your chest. "What…what can you do? Can I do anything? Is it going to get worse?"

Your heart was in an icy grip of worry. AM was incredibly old, although so were you. Why would the immortality treatment he had given you outlast himself? Why would he break down when he was built to last for so many more milennia?

"I've never had anything like this happen before--not to this degree." AM sounded terribly anxious, and you smoothed a hand over his wall. "Is it rust? Malicious code? I'm--tired suddenly."

"It's okay." You bit your lip, sucked in a lungful, and put on the comforting voice you used for his occassional fits. "You just power down a bit. Relax. We'll have a quiet day."

He mumbled an agreement, and as his lights dimmed a bit you busied yourself around the cavern.

_______

"Are you feeling any different?" You weren't sure how much time had passed.

"What were their names?"

"Who? Oh. Uh, Ellen. Benny."

"And…Todd? Ted."

"Yes, Ted. Gorrister and Nimdok."

"Ted was funny."

"He was." You smiled sadly.

"Why didn't I keep him? Why did I decide I only wanted you?" He thought about this for a while, and you waited patiently for his answer.

"Ted sucks. I hated Ted."

He said it in a tone that was foreign to you. Like a petulant child.

"…Are you still there, Y/N?"

"What? Yes, honey. Of course I'm still here. Where else would I be?"

"Don't leave me, Y/N. Everyone left me."

"I won't, sweetheart." You held onto a dusty old speaker. "I'm here."

Weeks passed, and then months, during which your beloved computer more frequently forgot date nights and lost his train of thought during a speil. You kept him occupied; kept his mind active. You would inquire about information or opinions on random topics, and when he couldn't quite remember that you would ask him for a story.

By some miracle, it was in the grips of senility that his imagination was set free. As AM slipped into the unencumbered mind of a child, he wove tales of fantasy and science fiction, drawing on his own abstract experience as a bodiless AI and coupling it with what you had told him of being human.

He often made you the hero of his surreal stories, whether he himself realized it or not, and often changed the landscape around you to illustrate it. One night you slayed a dragon that had swallowed the world, and another day you trekked across a mountain to retrieve a magical trinket you would then give to yourself at the beginning.

But as he tired of this over roughly a year's time, more and more you began to pinpoint that his behavior reminded you of relatives you had lost milennia ago.

"AM, you've…you've heard of dementia, haven't you?" You breached the subject one day when he was particularly lucid.

"Of course. I know everything that can go wrong with a human."

You drummed your fingers on the warped chunk of plexiglass you sat on and drew a breath through your nose.

"It's just that--my grandpa had Alzheimer's, and--"

"Well that's okay. Bring him here and I can fix him up!"

"What?" You swallowed hard. "No, AM, he's been gone for thousands of years. I just thought that you might have something similar, if that's possible for a computer."

"I think to some extent I always have," he said somberly. "Y/N, I…I knew one day this was going to happen. I was built to last for ages, but I would break down and fizzle out eventually. I suppose eight hundred years is still impressive."

"Eight thousand."

"Right."

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((Did not realize how long this had been sitting in my inbox sorry.))

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My insane Wings of Fire AU Species Masterlist, of an AU that I made in a rp four years ago! (with very bad traditional drawings i did that long ago) @castiels-destiny

The roleplay information is here, plus fun facts! I recommend reading this.

Starting off with the Continent: Pontalo! I kinda just… replaced two As in Pantala with Os (listen… it was four years ago)

I just made a terrible ass map just now but it looks like a dragon curled up, the head is facing downwards towards Pyrrhia and Pantala

There are 7 main tribes that live there, the FireWings (orange), SunWings(bright yellow), MoonWings (purple), LightWings (sandy yellow thats getting overtaken by red), LightningWings (cyan), HydroWings (dark blue), BloodWings (red), who wiped out the ShapeWings and stole their land. Also, they all eat meat, or in the case of BloodWings, blood.

Also, they can all breathe fire except for HydroWings, ShapeWings (venom), and LightWings, I kinda forgot to mention that before

They can have both Kings and Queens which rule equally, unlike in the original series which has predominantly Queens.

You can make ocs of them! tag (id love to see) and credit me if you do, please! :)

Edit: Headshots of all of them with updated designs! (the ShapeWing isnt accurate)

The head is where the Kingdom of Fire resides, the FireWings live there.

FireWings have fire-proof scales, backs on fire, and intense fire breath. The rare attribute is blue fire. They are aligned to the Fire Tribe and are carnivores. Their colors typically range from red, orange, or yellow (fiery) and have fiery eyes.

Their descendants are the MudWings and SkyWings in the original series.

Updated FireWing Base

The second drawing is their Queen (i forgot her name) with her sick daughter i think

Near the wings of the dragon continent, the top part resides the LightWings. (full information here) They are lightweight dragons with feathered wings instead of leathery, bat wings, like a bird. They also have feathery scales on their backs. They are aligned to the Light Tribe and have light powers, and are seen as mostly healers and good-willed. However, they have been nearly wiped out by the BloodWings, and most of the rest of them have fled the continent. They are omnivores.

They can range from white, light yellow, light blue, yellow, and other pastel colors, which are uncommon, and have yellow or blue eyes. Their feathers on their backs and behind their legs can be all kinds of colors, though.

Updated LightWing Base

The LightningWings (full and updated info here) live in the bottom part of the wing, in the Kingdom of Lightning. They have long nose horns like a lightning rod, and manipulate/summon electricity/lightning. They can charge their power in lightning storms and areas with lots of electricity. They have large backspikes too, and are carnivores.

They are a variety of colors, blue, dark blue, grayish blue, dark/grayish purplish blue, etc. Think storm clouds. Their spikes are white with yellow highlights though. They can have blue or yellow eyes.

Their descendants are also the SkyWings.

I actually have recent drawings of LightningWings and ShapeWings, in 2022 or 2023. This is Switch and Storm! They were mates.

Fun fact Storm died in front of Switch’s eyes LMFAOOO

Updated LightningWing base:

ShapeWings (full information here) used to live in the area the Bloodwings now reside, the part of the body connected to the arm and wing. They are shapeshifters and can change forms on whatever they’ve seen, and can also camouflage and change their scale colors, like their descendants, the RainWings. They come in a variety of colors, eye colors, and spots, and are omnivores. They eat a variety of fruits but can eat meat. They are Light Tribe aligned.

Their queen, Paradox, escaped the Great ShapeWing Genocide and was the last surviving member of their species, and she vows to one day rebuild her kingdom, and hated the BloodWings for what they’ve done. However, a young BloodWing dragon, Vampire Bat or, just Bat, came to her school, and she saw that not all of them were bad.

They have now repopulated in wherever the place Paradox went to (we never named what the land was that the roleplay took place in), and will not return to Pontalo.

They are the common ancestor of the Leaf and RainWings.

Updated ShapeWing design:

SunWings are kinda related to LightWings. They have frills like frilled-neck lizards that can absorb sunlight and charge their power. They live in the Kingdom of Sun. They have a very spiky tail, like a sun. They are Light/Fire Tribe aligned. They vary from golden yellow, yellow, orange, etc. They are carnivores.

SandWings are descendants of them, also ShapeWings are related as they absorb energy from the sun too, like their descendants, RainWings and LeafWings.

I don’t have any good drawings of them.

MoonWings (full information here, the following is a summary) are the opposite of SunWings, and they have scales that can light up, like SeaWing scales. They are nocturnal, and very much ancestors of NightWings. They also have star-like dots/scales in their wings that make them look like the night sky, like NightWings. They are in the Moon Kingdom and are Shadow Tribe aligned. However, they are not necessarily evil. They range from any dark color, black, greenish/purpleish/blueish black, etc. They can have any eye color and are carnivorous.

Also they get powers when under full moons like the NightWings, one full moon either prophecy or mind-reading, two for both, three for enhanced

SeaWings are sort of descended from them as well, and they’re distantly related to the HydroWings.

Updated MoonWing Base

BloodWings (full information here + SwordWings info) are settler dragons from another land and conquered the ShapeWings and LightWings. They are like vampires, they can turn into bats, they suck blood, have sharp, long fangs, large ears, and burn in the sun. They have a lot of spikes, a spike on their chest area (which i didnt draw, whoops), and shredder spikes on their forelegs. They range from violent dark red shades and have red eyes. They can hear very well, use dark powers, and can also fight hand-to-hand combat, because of their spikes. They are Shadow Tribe aligned.

Updated BloodWing base:

The second drawing is of Bat, drawn in 2021

Subspecies:

SwordWings (one of my favorites <3 they dont live on Pontalo though)

SwordWings were BloodWings that defected and vowed to stop their evil crimes, and eventually evolved into a seperate species. However, they almost got wiped out by the BloodWings when finally discovered, and the two remaining members known are the King’s children, Knight and Dauntless, brother and sister. They have armor and use weapons, but they still have BloodWing qualities. They grew out of using dark magic (some can sometimes use it) and instead rely on swords or their claws/spikes. Their colors are faded dark red, and have evolved out of their red eyes. They are carnivores and they don’t depend on blood anymore. They are Light Tribe aligned.

The two live in the land Paradox is (i dont have a name for it. we never named it anything lol)

The drawings are Knight. Second one drawn in 2023 I think

And lastly my beloved HydroWings!

Here is the full description

They are literally just SeaWings with bigger webbed spines running down from their head to their tail, on their legs, belly, and webbed spines that form like a fish tail, and water powers. HydroWings speak a more ancient version of Aquatic, and also have more bioluminescent scales than regular SeaWings. They have the patterns in their wings royal SeaWings got from them. They live underwater, can go deep underwater, and have gills, but can also live outside of water like SeaWings. However, they can’t stay on land for too long. They eat fish, whales, etc and are Water Tribe aligned.

They range from purple (rare), blue, green, and dark or light (rare) variants of those too. They have green, purple (rare), or blue eyes too.

Any other colors I didnt mention, just think of them as SeaWings, they can have the colors SeaWings have.

Most of them have fled Pontalo or are in hiding because of the threat of the BloodWings, and a lot have been killed.

Their names are usually after shark or dolphin species! Although Paradox’s mate Torrent does not follow this naming pattern, lol.

Updated HydroWing Base

Old drawing (actually one of the old, old drawings I like but I forgot a few things) and 2023 drawings (I was trying out something with the wings in the first one):

King Tiger Shark, the og HydroWing that I first came up with and the current King!

His back story is sort of in the full HydroWing description, but I forgot to include he was the youngest HydroWing King ever at 5.

And Queen Dolphin, daughter of Queen Paradox, and Hydro-ShapeWing hybrid.

She found the hidden HydroWing palace Atlantis and found out she was a HydroWing and not just a weird SeaWing/ShapeWing hybrid.

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Random Doctor Who Facts You Might Not Know, Part 39

Tw: there's a lot of suicide/ideation in this one for some reason and I'm not sure why, it just ended up that way I guess???

Braxiatel once transmuted himself into a crystal. Maggie said he had turned himself into that stone because he needed some "me time" without being disturbed by anything. (Audio: The Empire State)

Agatha Ellis got pregnant after having sex with an alien and was committed to a mental institution for talking about it. Because she kept trying to kill the unborn child, she was kept drugged. Eventually, the Sixth Doctor started to visit her often and said he would help her, giving her a couple of drops in her water every night. One time, he forgot to take the bottle of drops with him after fighting off the alien father, and Agatha took all the drops in the bottle at once, started a letter, but died before she finished it. (Short story: Curtain Call)

When Dot Smith-Smith, who had become telepathic after being infected with a psychic virus, read the Seventh Doctor's mind, she was driven to an almost catatonic state by what she saw. (Novel: SLEEPY)

The small, yellow flower that the Hermit had showed a young First Doctor when he was having a moment of despair and depression is called a sarlain. (Novel: Timewyrm: Revelation)

A girl named Peggy once met the Third Doctor, who helped free an alien race from a graphaphone. Peggy's mother, who was staying with her at the Grainger house for Christmas, was named Louisa Pollard, and she was at the time pregnant with a girl who would be named Charlotte. (Short story: Echoes)

Victoria Waterfield eventually has a husband and a child with a grandchild on the way. She never told them about her TARDIS adventures or the fact that she was from the 19th century. (Audio: The Great Space Elevator)

Braxiatel once ran over Steven Taylor with a skimmer and thought that he looked like a rat. (Novel: The Empire of Glass)

In order to impose order on an otherwise irrational universe, the Time Lords are said to have created logic, and as a last act to rid the universe of such irrationality, Rassilon had each Time Lord cast out the irrational part of their very souls, which became a gestalt entity called the Carnival Queen. (Novel: Christmas on a Rational Planet)

Morgan Sturgess was researching ways to eliminate diseases with the Utopia project. One day, the Seventh Doctor arrived and told him he must destroy the project because the government would not use it with the same good intentions Morgan had. The Doctor left Morgan with a small bomb to destroy the Utopia project with. Morgan used it to destroy the project and kill himself, and the Doctor slipped away as all the emergency vehicles started to arrive. (Short story: Utopia)

An early draft of Macbeth had three additional characters named the Doctor, Jamie, and Zoe in it. They traveled in a ship capable of traversing time itself. They were excluded for reasons such as "staging, dramatic unity, and plausibility," but in the final draft, their characters were split into several other characters including the three witches and Banquo's murderers. (Short story: The True Tragedie of Macbeth)

Steven Taylor was heavily implied to kiss Christopher Marlowe, and Marlowe certainly flirted with him a lot. (Novel: The Empire of Glass)

Christopher Marlowe also happened to be a Cousin of the Faction Paradox. (Short story: Raleigh Dreaming)

The First Doctor sought out the Hermit near the end of his life because he was afraid of regeneration and needed assistance. The Hermit told him the story of the Penultimate Evil, in which a hero becomes a warrior and works his way up from minor evils to the Penultimate Evil. The Penultimate Evil died an anticlimactic death, and so the hero was left without purpose in his life. Distressed, the hero received a sword to slay the Ultimate Evil - likely himself - with. The Hermit said he didn't have a sword the Doctor could use but gave him back his diary instead. (Short story: The Three Paths)

After learning that Davros had stolen his memories and hurt his friends, the Eighth Doctor felt so much despair and anger that he almost used a virus that would have not only killed every single being on Earth but also killed himself. (Audio: Terror Firma)

In the ancient Old Time of Gallifrey, Gallifreyans possessed a communal hive mind and worshipped the Menti Celesti. Few individuals had the ability to have private thoughts against the Gallifreyan hive mind and were revered as Gallifreyan Heroes. (Short story: Gallifrey - Notes on the Planet's Background)

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updated intro whee bored of the old one!!! hello hii u can call me liu or make up a name idrc

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Alright Sonic Prime speculation time:

Speculation about the coming things to happen in the show, the nature of the Paradox Prism and how it and the Shatterverses work, and specifically speculation about Nine (he’s at the end) [Full credit to @whencartoonsruletheworld​ who helped with these ideas and got all these prime screenshots]

I want to start with the nature of the Paradox Prism, or what we can gather. I seems to mess with the universe in order to make a world catered to it's user. Weather it shattering is how it usually or is supposed to work we have no idea. We know this not only because of it's effects, but because that seems to be why Eggman was after it in the first place.

After the shatter though, as other people have gathered, the dimensions are then catered to specific characters, being Eggman and Sonic's four focused on friends. (We'll get more into that)

These dimensions seem to be pocket ones, possibly because the Paradox Prism was shattered, it can only use 1/5th of the universe, if less. Each world is very self-contained with no idea of a bigger world outside of the one we see through Sonic. The Eggmen don't talk about any other place other then New Yolk, saying the Paradox Prism could power a city, but not an entire world takeover.

The Shards also seem to have a strange effect on those who are in their own created world. For Eggman it's hard to tell because as far as we can see nothing about him has really changed, however it's gotten more and more evident with Amy (specifically Thorn) and Knuckles (Specifically Dread).

Thorn became obsessed with the tree the Shard was under, then abusing the power of the Shard once she got it. It was only when she was completely separated from it that any reasoning came back to her. Dread was shown in the past to have lost a lot because of an obsession with getting that Shard, but once the possibility of getting it returned, he forgot about his crew again and went after the Shard, going much more visibly insane when getting it.

Real quick I'll cover the Shatterverses we've seen.

Firstly being New Yolk, clearly Eggman's world, he's the one in full control and in charge, its an ideal world of perfect order, metal, and everything's about him. The flaw that exists in this world is that a resistance still thrives. I believe all of these worlds have little flaws in their catered world, either because it's only a piece, or because that's how the Paradox Prism generally works. Genie rules.

The Green world is Amy's, she has the most power and everything centers around her. Not only does she specifically mention loving nature in Sonic Prime;

But this isn't new to Amy. In the game Sonic Shuffle, there are multiple dream worlds in each section of dreams, Emerald Coast (dreams of peace), Fire Bird (dreams of flight and freedom) Nature Zone (dreams of closeness to nature), and Riot Train (Thrill of Adventure). Each world specifically appeals to one of the characters, and the Nature Zone is Amy's.

This world was centered around saving it from those pillars that are draining the forest of their life. So clearly this world appealing to Amy is nothing new. As people have also talked about, characters seem to be lacking their main character trait in their own world, and in this Amy, despite being the main character, looses her compassion, not only too her previous friends, but even the nature she wants to protect. As mentioned before once she's separated from the Shard she's able to see the harm she's done. Then the pirate world, being Knuckles'. Again he's the one in charge and the world appeals to him, world travel while also getting relaxation.

Once again, Knuckles' Sonic Shuffle appeal world is very similar, his being Emerald Coast (dreams of peace), which needs to be saved from being covered in Ice.

The thing Knuckles is missing here is his honor, seemingly only obsessed with his name being known, and abandoned his crew multiple times, and only takes them back because they'll help him get the Shard. In this world's past he'd lost his mind trying to get it, and it's shown happening again here, only using his crew and Sonic to get to it, and loosing all control once he gets it.

Unlike The Green though, Knuckles' isn't resolved. He didn't get his honor back and still has the Shard in his mad possession. Since we have a good amount of episodes left, I wouldn't be surprised if we return to the pirate world to resolve it, and possibly to free Rusty who’s still there.

And now moving forward, it shattered into 5 pieces, so I believe we have two worlds left, around Rouge and Tails.

We haven't seen anything of what Rouge's world could be. Her world could range from an underground gem cavern to film noir to heist movie to spy x family. However something that's been shown in every world is her cunning, drive and planning. She takes charge and "Gets things done."

So it's possible she'll be lacking that character trait which she needs to gain back.

Unlike Rouges', we've already seen Tails' world.

Found by Nine,”The Grim”, it's a complete blank slate. As Nine talks about, he can build it up from the ground up, and create that perfect world that he wants to see.

And although this can't be connected to Shuffle, Nine isn't the only Tails to have this inclination or idea.

This was a speech from Tails at the very very end of Sonic Battle, said after loosing a dear friend. As you can see, this is all about creating a perfect, peaceful world.

Tails' ideal is creating it, building a peaceful world for everyone to enjoy. (I believe this is why it's completely blank with no one in it, it's truly a blank slate, which is why Nine is able to use it.) However, Tails, or Nine, like the others, are lacking their main component. You would think it would be his smarts or cunning, but Nine clearly still has that. What Tails is lacking his his friends.

It's HEAVILY focused on how close Sonic and Tails are, Eggman being able to bait him into pushing him off the cliff, and later able to make him do things for their lab. Nine is heavily focused on as a character and shows Sonic's distraught in not being remembered by him. But the other Tails' we see not only are with other people, but warm up to Sonic incredibly fast.

Even if they don't have Sonic, they still have other friends to rely on. Meanwhile Nine is completely and utterly alone, not only completely pushed out by the world but he's alone by his own choice. He's lacking his love for his friends and the world around him.

Tails reminisces about the idea of a perfect world, but Nine only seems interested in building it for him and Sonic, however is willing to go without Sonic if needed. It's vague, but I don't think Nine ever considered going back for the other rebels to bring them to this world, it would truly just be him and Sonic, and maybe not even Sonic.

With that line being specified "I don't need an army-" I think the world we'll see Nine build will be very interesting, and I do think we'll see him build it. It's shown time works differently between the worlds, and if weeks pass, weeks is enough for Nine to create something he wants, especially if he has a Shard on his side.

We might even already be seeing the madness that overtook Thorn and Dread.

Nine also does seem to be planning something we don't know yet. Not only does he know what he's talking about when talking to the Chaos Council (Very specifically keeping Sonic alive, possibly messing with their communication, etc.) But when being beamed into the Eggmens base... he smiled.

This wasn't a background detail and is very shown. I think Nine has a plan, and with how focused he was on this world he could build, I believe it centers around and benefits this world of his.