#im afraid to tag this post lmao

[vrieseasees]

OK HEAR ME OUT ... *nothing comes out of my mouth*

This is where the viewer tries to figure out if that was just a ploy or he was really actually into it *throws hands up and walks away backwards*

cant remember which post i pulled that flashback from... it's somewhere in this blog lol i died when i remembered i drew that and didnt know why

[piko-power]

My Personal Headcanon On Why Amy's Love For Sonic Died Down Lately (and their dynamic)

When they were younger, Amy's love for Sonic was pretty extreme, and Sonic was, understandable, uncomfortable for the most part. He knows she means well, but that girl needs to calm down.

She can fight, but sometimes her hammer could only stun her enemies for a while. (It took her a long time to get rid of that robot that has been chasing her around Station Square.) She wasn't fully independent yet, even if she fought on her own a couple of times.

She often follows Sonic and his friends around. She is part of the team, but she was not a strong as she is now at the time yet.

She admires Sonic. A LOT. And Sonic knows that. Obviously, he could only run away from something like that, since he is NOT ready for that kind of thing, and whether Amy takes the hint or stop, she still loves him.

...BUT, I think things were slightly starting to change between her and Sonic after Lost World.

Remember this line?

You remember that? Okay, okay. Here's another totally unrelated question:

Before the events of Lost World, when was the last time Amy said "I love you" to Sonic out loud?

...YEP. 😈 (Unless I'm missing something, let me know lmao)

As more games and adventures come out, the characters get slightly older, and Amy is 12 to 13 now, and she is most certainly at that age where her body starts to change, but especially on how she views Sonic.

She knows she loves Sonic, but it was this moment during her change where she actually wanted to admit that she loves him.

I believe that Amy was all about sharing her affection to him not through confessions, but through obvious hints. Sonic totally got it, and there was no need to confess. Sonic knows she loves her.

...But she never said it. And she almost did, but she never did again for a while.

I think this was the moment in her life where, oh, God, she actually loves Sonic. SHE LOVES HIM, WHAT.

And she was looking back at all the times she had with Sonic that she can now see were unpleasant to Sonic (At least that's what she thinks) and that's probably why she isn't so expressive about her love to him than how she used to back then.

She wasn't sure what to do with this realization, and sets aside it for a while, and nearly stayed as her casual, peppy self... until the Eggman War happened.

During the 6 months of being with the Resistance, fighting Eggman's army all day and all night, all she can think of was Sonic.

She dreams that he still with not just her, but with her friends. She just wanted to see Sonic again, she just wants to be with her hero again.

But I'd like to think that she was also thinking about how she used to treat Sonic back when they were younger, how Sonic would almost always run away from her whenever she asks him out, or always look so uncomfortable whenever she gets so close to him.

Cringing at those memories big time, she wanted to change and hopefully when Sonic is okay and comes back, she can be better for him.

...Or will he still find her uncomfortable regardless? Would he even be happy to see her at all if he did survive?

But, hold on! She can't just give up her love for Sonic! He made her who she is today! A peppy, nature-loving, hammer-swinging, confident, brave... loud-mouth... annoying... Sonic obsessed... weak... pathetic... lonely little girl.

If she gives up on Sonic, it'll be like she gave up on the one hedgehog who saved her life. If she didn't she'll still be the same ol' Amy.

I also like to think she had parents a long while before she met Sonic, and was even expecting a little sister, but a robot invasion happened from where she was and attacked her parents and instead of trying to save them, after getting hurt, she ran away, hoping that they'll come back okay. But they never did.

She was all alone, and needed someone, a friend, a new family, someone who will hold her hand, anyone, to be there for her. But she was ignored by lots, and at that point, she's better off by herself, but still longed for company.

Eventually though, her tarot cards told her her future hero, and there might be hope after all. She encountered Sonic, held onto the belief of the cards tight, and the rest is history.

So, with that headcanon in mind, not only did Amy loose her parents that she didn't save because of her cowardliness (she was only so little at the time that happened) and also Sonic, who she thought will be her only hope, but now gone.

She doesn't even care if he did come back, he'd probably hate her now after everything she did to him, always talking about their "future wedding" or forcing him to go to Twinkle Park.

For the last few months of the war, it was nothing but Amy mentally beating herself up for either refusing to change or moving on, and they are both not fine choices.

She loves Sonic, but he does not love her, and she finally, finally realized it. And it's probably for the best if no body loved her at all.

But of course Sonic did survive and all of her worries wash away in an instant, she's just not expressive about her love for Sonic AT ALL now, since she's still worried about it but rather not mention it to Sonic because it doesn't matter.

If Sonic doesn't love her, then her feelings don't matter to him, and according to Amy herself, that is okay.

But also, I'd like to think that Sonic was thinking about his friends a lot up in the Death Egg for the past months, sometimes it's Tails (worried for his safety), sometimes it's Shadow (because he's wondering why he would join Eggman.) At some point, for a few days, Amy was in his mind the longest, and he felt bad about how he thought he was rude and pushy to her.

He wondered if she's not thinking about it too much, and if she is, will she give up on him? Yeah, he doesn't feel the same and still not looking for a relationship, but it's so strange but interesting how anyone could ever like someone like Sonic the Hedgehog. Amy was never afraid to show that, and she probably might be now.

He couldn't help but feel guilty. They were kids when she was like this, but he was so... arrogant at the time too. Not a lot happened at the time yet. He'd always have trouble expressing how much he value his friends, until he shattered the Paradox Prism. (I'd like to think Prime took place before Forces. It makes sense.)

She is such a sweet girl, and he probably made her believe that he didn't care for her. Just because he doesn't feel the same, that doesn't mean he hates her at all.

He wished he never ran away from Amy... Worrying for his little bro and wishing to be a good person for Amy was when Sonic cried in the Death Egg for the first and only time.

Frontiers, in my opinion, is kind of confirming their dynamic now. Sonic is a lot more sincere and kinder to Amy and she is not all hyperactive and lovey to Sonic. There is probably a real reason for this now.

They are both hiding their feelings from them, and they are both unaware of this. Amy, hiding her mental issues from Sonic, and Sonic, hiding his guilt away from Amy.

None of those things are important now. Sonic is with Amy and Amy is with Sonic. They are here with each other. They can be finally be better for each other now.

They don't care if they'll ever be something more when they get older. None of that matters anymore. They are here with each other. They can be finally be better for each other now.

Maybe someday they'll both talk about it, but for now, the present is important. They care about each other too much to think about it right now.

It's the kind of love that is unbreakable. It doesn't even have to be romantic. It's just love. Love is important for everyone, in any form. It's something Sonic and his friends need. And especially Sonic and Amy.

Amy Rose is the living embodiment of love, and without her, a lot would go downhill for Sonic and co. Heck, if it weren't for her, Shadow wouldn't have never remembered Maria's promise, which lead him to save the world with Sonic, before he temporarily disappeared from their lives for a while.

She is always there to lend a helping hand for anybody, even bad guys like Metal Sonic, and despite what she had been through, both in Forces and headcanon wise, she still fights back, even without her hammer.

She will pick you back up on your feet, reminding you that you are important and that you are loved, and that you should never give up. It's pretty much the words of encouragement she herself needed also...

She is still the happy, hyper, butt-kicking hedgehog we all know and love, but she still need someone to pick her back up on her feet after so long. Thankfully, she has her friends and her blue hero. The hero who made her who she is today.

I think Amy has no idea how important she thought she is, but Sonic does. Sonic knows fully well how important she is to a lot of people. It's about time he returns the favor to her. It's his turn to remind her how much a lot of people love her.

How much he loves her.

And I feel like The Murder of Sonic the Hedgehog was the moment where their dynamic really shined, but also the starting point of their relationship not only healing, but also the next chapter of what's to come for them.

Everyone, friends old and new, gathered around for a special birthday. A birthday for the confident, unshakable, and radiant Amy Rose.

It was such a special moment in Amy's life. After years of chasing and following the people she look up to, she is part of the team, but most importantly, she is part of the family.

She is fully realized as someone more than just a fangirl, but someone strong, courageous, creative, kind and a big inspiration for others.

I feel like this moment here...

-is where Amy is eternally grateful to call her friends her family. A family she thought she'll never have again. She's not alone anymore, and as long as they're by her side, she'll never will be again.

Her chasing days are over. She's finally caught up to them. She's finally home.

And it's all thanks to Sonic.

If it weren't for him, she'd probably be alone forever. Her past moments with Sonic might be embarrassing to look back on for a while, but they are good memories regardless, because they involve him.

Sonic saved her life in more ways than one, and despite everything, he's grateful to have her too.

He cares about her. He really does... And in her eyes, that all she needed to know. As long as Sonic loves her in his own way, she'll be happy.

Amy hasn't given up on Sonic. As long as Amy always supports him, he'll be happy.

Maybe sometime in the future, they can talk about their problems, but that's a story for another time. At this point, they need to. Right now, they are happy. They are okay.

They are here for each other. They are finally better for each other now.

"You guys won't ever leave me, right?"

"Wouldn't dream of it."

[first-only]

Thank you for always defending ooc interpretations of characters

I feel like fandom nowadays has become so stressful (not just because of the anti shit going on, but that is a big part of it) because of how pressured I, and many others, feel to write characters perfectly in character

Idk, I just don't like it. Like, it really doesn't matter if someone writes a character ooc, and I hate how much of a big deal people are making out of it. So it's nice to see someone who doesn't feel like that. If more people were like you then fandom would feel fun again

Always!

And as i said before, fandom and canon tbh can rarely settle on what even in-character is. There often are multiple interpretations that are equally supported by the text, but some of them are rendered ooc just because they do not fit the most popular fanon, ie the interpretation of some BNF people latched onto, or that they personally get off to. And then they cry rivers over how 100% of content has to fit their view or otherwise it's bad/evil/ooc/whatever buzzword they decide is going to work to shame other fans into creating works that cater to them specifically. and sometimes that fanon is NOT supported by the text but that's a different topic

But even if that's not the case! Wildly irrevocably objectively OOC!! hell yeah!! fun and fandom and community and catering one's own interests specifically!! We love it here!!

[scattered-winter]

the funny thing about being aro is that I am genuinely afraid of being alone for the rest of my life, but if anyone even STARTS to imply that it's because I'm never gonna have a joyful and fulfilled life without a romantic partner it makes me so mad I see red

[todayisafridaynight]

I’m fairly new to the fandom, but I do have a question if you can answer it! Why do people ship Daigo with Aoki / Masato? I tried looking to see if they’ve interacted before, but couldn’t find anything! Sorry for asking I’m just </3 dumb AND I LOVE YOUR ART OF THEM!!! Nerd looking ahhhhhh

hi ! welcome to the community i hope you're having a lovely time so far and ty for enjoyin my stuff :) no need for apologies it's a very fair question to have :]

i cant speak for everyone (all. ten people into masadai anyway) but Personally To Me i just think the idea of them together is very funny. thats quite literally it im afraid..

[maddsmallow]

alright take 2 on trying to post this lmao

everyone’s favorite gugelhupf baking girl gabrielle!!! this time with 72% more historical clothing accuracy 😎 👍 i headcanon her as being pretty tall, maybe 5′8″ or 5′10″? and kind of broad in the shoulders, and being kinda clumsy about it, like she always forget how much space she actually takes up haha

consider supporting me on ko fi at /maddsmallow if you like my shit !

[spaciebabie]

I don’t think I’ll be on this platform anymore, at least for now, due to everything that’s happening. I’d just like to keep away from it and supporting it at all. See you later, maybe.

-heartbeat anon

i understand heartbeat!! safe travels wherever you find yourself!! thank you for sticking around <3333

[benetnvsch]

I love it when im looking at my own post on my own Tumblr and it shows me the 'more like this' collection of posts and it shows posts from blogs I've blocked like?? Yes girl that’s exactly what I wonna see :D man this site is insufferable lol

[leesalchemybook]

sometimes I remember how some individuals in the bts fanart community bullied me pretty intensely back on my bts twitter days.

(its been at least a few years now. I forget how long it's been) sometimes I still consider posting my screeenshot proofs of it and exposing them. but that was so long ago now, it's probably pointless. if they didn't stop, I was prepared to. but a friend I had at the time confronted them (after I told her not to) but it seemed to have helped and they and they didn't bother me after that. but I never got answers for why they were doing it

but it still pisses me off that they were "popular" and had a few thousand followers and everyone loved them and many other artists kissed their asses and tried to be part of their little popular clique (probably to feed off their popularity)

but for some reason when I was being genuine and wanted to be real friends and work on a collab for fun and was nothing but nice to everyone, I got bullied so bad that even other people in the collab pointed it out at first. i was blamed for it all even though it was obvious i did nothing wrong and they were the wrong ones. I even have screenshots to prove it. (I am missing some stuff, though, which is one reason I didn't post. I could have made them look so much worse if I managed to get everything haha but i didn't realize what was happening soon enough)

I was so confused. i'm STILL confused. was there a reason for the sudden bullying? or are they just nasty people that like to pick on small artists and get away with it because no one cares about me or will ever believe me? either way, I hope their art dreams never come true and they hurt their drawing hand many times.

some of the bts fanartists had such nasty attitudes and interacting with them made me wonder why people loved them so much. some artists acted so snobby, arrogant, and unfriendly.

some would whine and complain about wanting attention/friends/interactions but ignore me, act annoyed, not reciprocate. or tell me they don't want to talk, but then go right back to complaining they want friends and people to talk to a minute later. most wouldn't follow back if you weren't a big popular account or tell me they have ridiculous requirements I had to meet or they'd unfollow. but would always be begging for more mutuals.

some would post they're open to helping be a second pair of eyes to review your art, but only gave me destructive criticism and told me to "practice more so you can be as good as me" but they always ended up only being artists for 3-5 years vs my 20+ so they have nothing on me. I have practiced art longer than they've been alive!!!! but they still think they're superior and male it a competitive instead of actually being helpful like they claimed they wanted to be. I never got any real advice and they thought they had an attitude of being too good and perfect for me. sometimes I even got unsolicited destructive advice on art I was proud of and liked.

one annoying thing was many would whine about only getting a few thousand likes on their art and ask for more, or require me to interact with all their posts in order to be mutuals (I literally had one tell me they will be mutuals but if i dont interact with all their tweets daily they will unfollow) BUT THEY NEVER INTERACTED WITH A SINGLE ONE OF MY TWEETS. I had to give them all the attention, but they didn't give anything back in return at all. people like that are so gross and nasty, but they somehow tricked everyone into thinking they were so perfect and sweet and friendly.

and all these people didn't even have art that was that great. like it was kind of average imo, compared to other stuff i see. they started as smaller accounts that didn't have impressive art so I wanted to support them as they grew and got better. small artist solidarity. supporting newer artists who have 10-15 years less experience than me. but they all acted like such elitist snobs towards me.

and no matter how many times I post about it, no one ever confesses to experiencing the same treatment in the bts fanartist community!!!!! (or online art communities in general. i've never had any solidarity) makes me feel so shitty because I seem to be the only one that was treated horribly by other artists and bullied and unable to make many art friends/mutuals compared to the snobby shitheads that bullied me who somehow tricked everyone into loving them!! and all the people who supported them "the correct way" so they didn't get bullied and got to be added to the snobby elitist cliques.

still waiting for the day someone comes to me with stories of their own so I don't feel so alone 😅

to end this here's a reminder: art isnt a competition. we should all support each other and encourage each other and see each other as equals. share each other's art. boost each other up. work together. be friends. give constructive criticism only when asked, never destructive. don't act better than others. don't beg for attention and then refuse to give in return. a reblog/retweet/etc is very valuable even if you don't know how to share words. be kind and have fun!

[wipples]

WIP: DON'T REBLOG PLS

Small hands held a red phone, the spiral cord trailed over the side of a large red armchair.

"Hello?"

He had been getting a few calls with no response recently. It was more stimulation than he's had in years. It's just been him and Home for so long, his sense of day and night had been completely lost. That's not to blame Home for any of that, there's good reason his friendly house held him inside for a such long time.

Truthfully, at this point he wasn't sure if his phone was working correctly. It hadn't been used to call his friends in quite a while. They never answer anymore either.

Whomever was on the other end has yet to say anything into the receiver for each and every call. Until today.

"...Can you hear me? Wally?"

The drooping of his eyelids have all but vanished in an instant at the faint voice on the other side. His small body sits up suddenly, hunching over slightly to adjust the phone in his grasp like it's a precious item. It's been so long since he's heard another voice.

"Oh! Hello! I can hear you now. You can hear me?"

"I heard you the past few times, but you couldn't hear me. Where are you?"

"I thought you could, I knew you were there but I couldn't... I..." He trailed off for a moment and the person on the other end waited patiently for him to return with his thoughts.

"...I'm inside Home, where are you?"

"I'm outside of the studio where I found this phone. Also, you might need to be a little more specific... Where is your house?"

His voice on the other end grew silent and his caller grew anxious. She heard a draw of breath and anticipated responding, but he didn't say anything.

Her eyes hover over the steering wheel and onto the unmarked building. It looked dilapidated and was covered by all sorts of moss and green shrubbery, the hallmarks of an abandoned building. Google maps didn't show this building, even Google Earth didn't show this building when she got bored and thought it would be funny to check. She found it completely on accident when driving through abandoned looking roads.

There were no gas stations or any other buildings for miles, and that's why she felt this would be the perfect mark. Not the start of a horror movie.

"...The neighborhood? I should be where I always was, but I can't see anything anything through the windows anymore, neighbor." He began speaking again. She almost missed the crack in his voice as he spoke, though his controlled demeanor she could still hear a distinct sadness.

"...the fuck?"

"Language." His immediate response returned his original tone and startled a chuckle out of her. 'Who corrects people for cursing anymore?'

"Sorry... That's just...really strange. You can't see anything outside? Nothing?"

"No... But that's okay, I'm used to it now." Wally squeezes the receiver closer to his cheek, cradling it. "What do you want to talk about first?"

"Er... wait... How about we continue this part of the conversation first?" Wally hums a soft tone in understanding. He nods his head even though she cannot see him.

"I want to know if you're okay first. Aaand... For some reason, I think you're inside the building I found this phone in, and I want to find you. Is that okay?"

She originally went to this building with her minivan full of high friends, a horrible idea for urban exploration but it went about as expected. Two of her friends got too scared to go inside, which only left her and another friend to go inside, but that other friend didn't want to go in with only two people.

All she could do at the time was walk in and snag something from the building quickly before she was forced to drive them all home. She didn't get to look around or anything, but did have the foresight to save the location for further exploration.

"You want to find me? Oh neighbor..." She heard another intake of breath, this time a little shakier than the first. There's a sound of... something... in the background. She heard it before during a previous call, the one where he begged her to answer, to let him in.

"...could you?" His words are slower now and much more spaced out.

"Well, I want to try. The phone is coming with me inside, okay?"

"...okay." At his response, she uncranked the dingy blue minivan and felt the heat shut off. Upon opening the door revealed the cool mountain air to her now goosebumped skin. Hissing at the cool air and throwing the door shut, she made her way towards the entrance of the building. Her red turtleneck and black long coat with the fuzzy hood only did so much against the cooling wind. Her cheeks flushed and her cyan bob fluttered in the breeze. Bangs flapping gently against her forehead.

"Are you inside yet?"

"Not yet, I just stepped out of my car. It's so cold outside. I'll be in soon."

"I wish I could be there with you already, neighbor."

"hopefully soon." She mumbles, opening the door into the darkness and stepping inside. Her skin settled down from the frigid breeze. She squeezed the larger phone part into her big internal jacket pocket and held the receiver. The spiraled cord dangled, but not low enough for her to trip. Her jacket was so big it hardly looked like anything made a dent.

Aside from the breeze, it was almost colder feeling inside, with an moist icky feeling left her skin. The air within the building was stagnant, and she could practically feel the mold coating her lungs. She could see her breath clearly when shining her cellphone flashlight around. The light hit a cabinet with a few frames photos behind glass that were kept slightly in better condition. Many were of people handling colorful puppets, while a few were people behind microphone's.

"I'm inside."

"Oh, that's good neighbor. What do you see?"

"It's very dark and cold, there's dust everywhere. Everything looks..." She clutches the red receiver and turns her head, looking around at the environment she's in. Previously when she first stepped in here, she would of said it looked like a dump.

It was full of mold damage and creepy vibes due to the decaying child-like projects in almost every corner. Faded colors of cartoon characters on standing up cardboard, and colorful yet mold infested carpets paired with white dirt-smudged walls gave air to an uncomfortable feeling. There was also an odd twisting feeling of nostalgia filling her gut when she noted that these were supposed to be puppet characters. All of these projects left to waste throughout the years were made with the purpose of entertainment, and it's almost devastating to see it all go like this.

"It looks very run-down, like it's been this way for years or something."

"Oh...It doesn't look like that inside of Home." He sounded a little downtrodden. But then he sounded hopeful.

"You do sound much clearer now, neighbor. Maybe you're getting closer?"

"I hope so. I'd hate to leave you all alone....wherever you are." He hummed in response, feeling thankful to this voice. A kind warmth filled his fluff stuffed body in a way he hadn't felt in so many years. Whomever was on the other line, he didn't want to stop hearing them speak. It soothed him from the constant silence and occasional rattle from Home he was forced to always listen to.

"What's your favorite color?" He asks as she walked into a room that extended into a long dark hallway. She's been urban exploring for years, so this isn't anything new to her. However the inclusion of the soft sounding voice in her ears made her shiver.

"A bright magenta I think?" She makes her way down the hall, black boots squeaking occasionally against the wooden floor. Posters of a childrens puppet show littering the walls. Her voice continues into another room where she finds herself entering through the back entrance of a stage. "The pink-ish red type of magenta. Not the more purply maroon-ish magenta, but that one's nice too."

His head was leaned into the side of the chair comfortably, the receiver flush between the plushness of his seat and his head. He had been so busy listening to their voice that he didn't respond until they returned the question.

"What about you?"

Her voice echoed along the pews now as she ventured down the stage.

"Me? Oh..." His head tilts up into the receiver. "I like red. It's one of my favorite colors to paint with."

"Red's nice." She smiles into the receiver. Her hand rested on her hip when she stopped near a pew that looked like it had something. She flashed her phone light at it. It looked to be an old opened coloring book with some characters on them. It looked like it was dunked in dirty water and set out to dry, yellowing over the years. Her eyes glanced around to see if there were crayons or anything similar in the immediate area. Seeing none, she picked up the book and tucked it into her other pocket.

"Whenever I've drawn, red has always been a nice color to work with. I rarely color in my drawings though."

A squeak of a chair could be heard, like he sat up suddenly and the phone nearly toppled over. "You like to draw too?"

She chuckled at that, hearing his surprised reaction to her simple hobbies was cute. His tone could only sound so amazed behind that monotonous tone. "A little bit."

"I have a question for you neighbor." She hummed an acknowledging tone that gestures him to continue.

"If you find me, could we draw together?" It felt like her soul took a hit.

She found his little voice so utterly adorable, it almost nauseated her. It was almost devastating when he originally started speaking to her. When she couldn't respond and was forced to listen as he begged to hear her voice, it felt like a cruel joke. Now that she knows he's an actual real deal person responding to her, it's sobering to think about how long he probably spent alone.

"I'd love to draw with you, Wally." Her breath hitched, and her voice cracked. Almost like she was about to cry, but she cleared her throat and bit her lip.

"That would be fun, drawing with my new friend..." He uttered before sucking in a breath and slumping his head slightly.

"Oh no, I never got your name. That's not very neighborly of me..."

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw that her phone light unveiled another door. She lifted her phone light down this path and continued to walk forward. "That's alright, Wally. I don't think that's... uh, 'un-neighborly' or anything. I regularly forget to ask people's names."

"You do?" Her foot brushes across something on the floor and she went to look, but nothing is there.

"I do... um..." She shivers when she heard a low squeak. 'Well... it's an old building...' She tells herself, feeling slightly nervous in the darkness.

"I guess I get so caught up in the conversation with people, I forget to ask. I do know your name though, Wally." She spoke to him gently, keeping calm with a self soothing motion. Her arms clench inwards and she slowly rocks on her heels. The floor squeaked slightly underneath her boots. Her ear never leaves the receiver.

"You do... Could you please tell me your name? If that's okay?"

"It's more than okay." She said with an assured voice, feeling less nervous with his honest company. "My name is Bunny."

"Bunny?"

"Yup, like the animal. I'm not an animal though. Well.... I'm not a rabbit. But my name is Bunny, yes."

"Bunny..." He says the name like he's mystified, testing it in his mouth a little. Then smiles into the phone. "That's a nice name, neighbor!"

"Well, I'm glad you like it! I don't know what I'd do if you didn't like my name." Bunny giggled and squinted with mirth. "Maybe I'd cry."

"Awe, I'd never want you to cry neighbor. Never ever." He cooed back sweetly, softly shaking his head 'no' twice. Her giggles bit at his ears pleasantly.

She couldn't help bashfully tilting her head away from the receiver and biting back a squeal. Her voice, became hushed like she was telling him a spicy secret. "...you sound so cute. You know that?"

He laughs monotonously and chimes in cheekily. "Ha ha ha, I've been told..."

His smile is genuine when he says "You sound pretty cute yourself."

"Oh I don't know about that..."

"You do. I think so." She'd be kicking her feet in the air if she were lying down.

"You're so sweet, Wally. I think you've made my day."

"You did too, you've made my..." He trails off. She could sense his unease and went to change the subject.

"What do you look like, Wally?"

"You don't know?" He sounds surprised, well, as surprised as he was able. After all of that, everything he's been through, she doesn't even know what he looks like? He thought everyone knew what he looked like...

"Nope, I see some cardboard cutouts of characters here and there. I don't know which is supposed to be you." She was seeing less of them actually, they were more towards the front of the building.

"Silly neighbor, I'm not made out of cardboard."

"Well, I know that." She cuts him off. "I mean, which one is supposed to look like you."

"Oh, well. I have blue hair, my eyes are black..."

She hums in acknowledgement, hoping he'll continue.

"My shirt is blue, and I have a red necktie. Does that help?" He spins the cord between his plush, yellow fingers.

Bunny darts her eyes around until she spies something that looks the description. On a nearby wall alongside a cabinet of boxes and cloud-like fluff stuffed in places is a faded poster featuring a little yellow puppet that fit the description Wally detailed alongside a large blue dog puppet with spots. It's still mostly visible beyond the water damage and mold that coated the building. She could see his faded adorable smiling face and cute little pompadour. If she could, she'd reach out and squeeze his cheeks.

"Oh my gosh, That's you? You're so, soooo cute!" Her voice up-pitches by a few octaves, she almost squeaked.

"Ha ha ha." He caught himself laughing at this.

"Ha ha... Awe, Thank you, Bunny." He sounds joyous even through his monotone, happy to be able to guide his dear caller to a visual of himself. He was about to ask what they looked like, but then he heard a soft sniffle.

"I really hope I find you Wally." Her voice begins to wobble.

"Having spoken to you..." Her breathing began to hitch. "Now knowing what you look like..."

She chokes out the rest of her words.

"...I'm so scared if I can't. You're like an actual person with thoughts and feelings and stuff. I can't imagine you being left alone like this... I just can't. Not you..."

She sniffed and wiped her face, it felt hot and wet.

Wally responds to her sniffling. He clenches the receiver and his eyes widen with worry. "Oh neighbor, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you sad..."

"Don't." She croaks and he stills.

"i-it's not me who needs comforting. please dont feel like you need to." Her eyes close and she buries her face into her arm, quivering with tears now drooling down her face.

"...neighbor?" He asks quietly, wanting to do anything to make Bunny feel better but feeling completely useless as he listens on. If he could, he would reach through the phone and pet her, maybe lean against her as she cried. He'd offer to let her hold him and help dry her tears.

"I j-just need to find... find you..."

She's sobbing openly now as she speaks, not noticing her hand resting on a red box with a roof-like tint. It's window-like eyes uncurled and began to glow. It stared directly into hers eyes once she finally saw.

"huh?" Was the last thing she said before being completely surrounded by pitch black darkness.

The cellphone in her hand was gone, and all she had left was the receiver with a dangling cord. The rest of the phone in her pocket, as well as the weight of the coloring book vanished too. Her surroundings began to warp and shift slightly in the void, Occasional colors lighting up here and there, however this could be just the lack of light projecting false stimulation into her mind. She went to take another step but it sounded like an echo in a deep wet cave. It dripped dread into her very core.

"Hello?" She says, hearing more of the same echo.

Suddenly there's a large red house in front of her. Its oppressive eye's stared down at her while she mentally scrambled to try understanding what's going on. The infinite nothingness became deafening as an almost white-noise like sound slowly picked up in the background.

The corners of her own eyes began to fizzle with static as her mind buzzes and screams at her to do something. There's a far off sound thundering in the distance she's unfamiliar with, and then the sound of a door opening. It was reminiscent of a stock sound effect rather than an actual door opening.

She is now bathed in an almost heavenly yellow glow from the darkness, it shined on her like a spotlight. Her legs didn't even budge as her visuals shifted around her, inching her inside and closing the door behind her before she could even reach out to it.

"Hell...o?" She says again, unbelievably dazed. Her posture is still one of a scared woman reaching out before she readjusts and straights out. She stands there motionless, before seeing another lamp turn on and heard a gentle intake of air. The receiver drops from her hand at the sound of a familiar gentle voice, much clearer now than ever.

"Bunny?"

Her eyes dart to the sound and she spies a very short puppet man with yellow skin and a blue pompadour. Just as the cartoony posters depicted, but with more tired eyes and his hair is a little messy. He was staring at her with widely blown pupils and his mouth slightly agape. She could see his little, pink flap of a tongue peaking out. It plucked her heart strings just to see him.

"Wally...?"

He gaped at her for what felt like an hour, but was actually around 30 seconds before he slowly approached her. He saw that her eyes were a little swollen from crying and it tugged at him uncomfortably, still, he was more than amazed that she's actually here.

He closed his mouth, then shut his eyes before smiling widely at her and opening them again. His expression of shock seemingly melted away to one of warm, happy bliss.

"It's good to finally see you, neighbor."

Her fingers fidgeted and she's still looking at him, then to her own hands, stunned. They looked almost... drawn? Like she had stepped into a completely animated setting. Finally she spoke. "Well, I didn't expect this."

"Me neither, but you're here now!" He said merrily, then walked up closely to lean on her. The small man seemed to have little sense of personal space, she figured this when his chin came to a rest on her jacket clothed stomach and he stared up at her in wonder.

He had so many things he wanted to talk about, so many questions he needed another persons perspective on, and now that she's here with him... maybe things will begin to feel like they should. Maybe he will begin to feel that empty pit in his stuffing subside. Maybe Home will act normally again.

"I'm here now, yes... but something happened before I came here that I think I need to process."

"Oh..." His pupils shrunk slightly, causing her to quirk a brow at this. Is he like a cat or something? She knew there was a few animal based puppets from what she saw in the studio, but he didn't seem to look like one. That little trait was there, though.

"Well, you should have a lot of time to do that here."

She turns her head and peeked through the windows, finding only pitch black darkness. The same darkness she was stuck in earlier. The very blackness that made her feel so... vulnerable... exposed, but like a nerve. Like somebody stroking your eyeball with a clean, lubricated finger. Like a razor hovering above your pulsing jugular. She looks back to him and bashfully rubs the back of her neck, ignoring the way her hair stood on end.

"I guess I do." He hummed in response and held out a hand to her. She nearly had to lean in order to hold it, and it was a little awkward at first with his four fingers against her five. This interested him, she could tell when he poked at her pinkie with his other hand and hummed.

The fuzz of his palms tickled her slightly, so she pressed on the backs of them with her thumbs. This was just meant to test the plushness of his hands, she didn't realize she could practically feel straight through him if she pressed hard enough. Wally didn't seem too phased by this and squeezed her hand in response.

"Here neighbor, let me show you around. Then we could do other things, if you'd like."

He began to pull her towards a room with a large couch sat in front of a vintage television. The room, much like the previous one is full of primary colors. Several books line the bright red bookcase, all spine out revealing titles that sound like bedtime stories. One of them had a picture of an insect similar to a ladybug, but it was far too cartoony to tell. There's one comfy red chair adorned with colorful arms and a blue spotted patch on the back.

'This really was a puppet show...' She thought as he ushers her into a very obvious living room.

"This is the living room."

"Mhm, very nice."

"There are many things we could do in here, but the TV no longer works. You'll only get fuzziness from it."

"Honestly I wouldn't really expect it to–"

He cuts her off, continuing on where his last point was "–Sort of like me. Ah, I'm sorry neighbor. I didn't mean to interrupt."

"No no it's alright, it happens to all of us." Plus she wasn't exactly expecting him to be perfect at socializing, seeing as he's been here for seemingly a long time if the state of the abandoned studio were to say anything about that. She didn't want to ask how long, but she was curious about something.

"So...um, Wally."

"Yes?" He responds politely, like a good boy turning to face her.

"....." She opened her mouth to ask a question before catching it on her tongue and closing it. No... asking if he eats may be a bit strange, so would asking if he still thinks his friend's could contact him. There are a lot of questions she could ask, but many would cause the panic to start. She was also a little curious about the house they both now currently reside in, but the shock of the implied permanence was still setting in and she wasn't about to open that can of emotions. Not yet anyway.

"Nevermind, sorry. I forgot."

"That's alright, Bunny. Let me know when you remember, okay?"

"Okay."

"Now, we can go to the bedroom. There are some things we can do in there too, aside from sleeping."

A small blush rose to her cheeks at the hidden implications swimming in her silly brain. He wouldn't know about something like that... would he? No... but it made her feel like a 10 year old learning about blue footed boobies, so she ignored the thought and smiled as he guided her through a hallway with a few simplistic paintings complimenting the walls. The sleeve to his blue cardigan gently brushes over her fingers.

Two pictures featured himself and that blue dog character she saw earlier. Another painting had other neighbors she saw whilst in the studio, and a fourth was of an apple. Cute and simple.

"I take it that you painted these?"

"That's right, I did. Do you like them?" He slows down and peers upwards at the walls of Home, then directly into her eyes. Their interlocked hands swayed ever so gently.

"Mhm, they're very nice."

His smile brightens. "Awe, thank you neighbor. Oh, um. Also, our room is in here."

He taps on the nearest door to himself to indicate to her where it was and turned the knob. Her brows shot up when his back faced her.

'Our room?' She thought with a flutter in her chest and allowed Wally to loosely tug her along into the room with him.

First, she saw red walls and matching carpet. One of the walls had been adorned with groovy looking pale, leaf-like designs. This particular wall hid slightly behind a large bed with a purple blanket draped neatly on top. A beige, bulbus lamp with a white shade sat on top a dark purple-ish maroon wooden nightstand that matched the beds headboard.

She shivered nervously when Home's eye locked onto her from the window adjacent to the bed. It's uncomfortably close, the house might as well watch them sleep.

'...Oh god, that's what's gonna happen isn't it?' She mulled over nervously.

"Do you have a side of the bed you prefer?" Bunny shook her head.

"Do you?"

"No."

They both lock eyes at each other for a moment, waiting for the other to add something. Anything. Even a quip.

Bunny for a moment felt the prickling threat of regret crawl up the back of her neck. She is the first to speak and Wally's pupils dilate as if he was tuning into her. "Uhm..."

She waffled for a moment, debating with herself before saying what she wanted to say. "I'm sorry, I'm not... the most talkative person."

"oh? That's alright, neighbor. But... I don't know why you're apologizing for that."

"I...uh" She broke eye contact first and looked anywhere else but him. "I don't know why either. Sorry."

The floor below her feet rumbled gently and the drapes wriggled. Wally's eyes caught this and his neutral smile widened. "Well it's okay neighbor, Home says he feels comfortable talking to you now."

She put on a gentle smile and patted a nearby wall, as if to pet the house. Not knowing what to say, she muttered "Well, that's good I guess." in response. Home squeaked the bedroom door back and forth, as if to respond positivity to her touch.

'His house think I was dangerous?'

Wally simply nods and allows her to wander around the room, with him following her now. As she rounded the corner of the bed, she spied a wardrobe at the front and just remembered something a little crucial. "Oh right, Uhh... Wally?"

"Yes?"

The front of her boot digs into the floor casually, she glances down her own apparel. "I don't have any pajamas." She says, then unzips the front of her jacket to reveal her waders.

"...and my boots are part of my pants so... uh..."

"Ooh, I think I've seen Frank wear something like that before." His eyes rake over her waterproof overalls with interest.

"I do have some extra clothes from a few previous sleepovers, would those help?" She nodded and he turned towards the wardrobe. 'Frank...' Her mind lingers on the name for a moment. 'Where did his friends go?'

It had two drawers below the large doors, she presumed he kept his cardigans and shirts in the top portion. She watched on as his lemon tinted fingers curl around the nob without opening it. From his height, he barely had to bend. "You can find them in here."

[kindheartedgummybears]

ITS 12 BY ME YOU KNOW WHTA THAT MEANS

EVERYONE SAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE BIRTHDAY BOY!!!!

[kittyhazelnut]

You have to kidding when you say lokius or whatever is the superior Loki ship? Just because you ship it that doesn't make it superior. On top of that Mobius is the ugliest person to ever ship loki with

man, fuck off. someone asked me my opinion on Loki ships and I responded with my opinion on Loki ships. this is that whole "everyone on tumblr is chronically online and thinks every post must be About Them Specifically" bullshit I was talking about earlier. a girl can't even call her fav ship superior in her own post about her own ships without some asshole getting mad that I didn't account for Every Single Marvel Fan's Opinion Ever. make your own post about your own favorite Loki ship if you're this bitter idfc just go away

[izzy-b-hands]

god. how fucking soft Izzy's voice is during 'no, i could never do that.' im. just claw my heart out

[all-thestories-aretrue]

I am back in the united states. And i spent the time on the plane waxing poetic about veth in my notes app. So post incoming? By incoming i mean the next few days. I still have one more flight and am 90% sure i have a fever and will probably feel like shit as soon as I get home

[scionshtola]

hi hello just putting shtola under a microscope a bit with no conclusions drawn or anything, shb spoilers below

when you first get to slitherbough and meet with shtola and the other scions in her private quarters, she and thanny have a little. exchange. about ryne in front of here that ends up with thanny walking away, annoyed, and basically saying "that was rude, you've changed."

(i find that exchange to be a bit funny bc they see each other again for the first time in years, judging by ryne's comments suggesting she's never met shtola, and immediately they press the right buttons to annoy each other)

anyway what this post is actually about is the next bit of dialogue. shtola wonders how ali and alphi have changed in their time on the first and then you get a dialogue choice.

the first choice is "change is part of life. we can but hope it's change for the better." and if you choose this shtola seems regretful of the way she spoke to thanny and says she'll speak with him later.

the second choice is like "perhaps you should be more concerned with how you have changed." a bit snippier than the first lol and shtola responds by sort of. doubling down? and saying that she has changed but she doesn't regret the decisions she's made that have gotten her here. (the caveat here is haven't heard this dialogue voiced so idk how she says it but the fact remains it's kind of an opposite answer to the other)

and i just think the difference in responses is really interesting! if you are kind to her she'll realize she could have approached him in a kinder way, even though she had previously said she spoke to him like that because she expected better of him. but if you express more direct disapproval she's like. i dont care what you think :)

anyway like i said i dont have any conclusions drawn from this i just think the differences are interesting and have been turning them over in my head and thinking about how that might affect her relationship with cori obv (i went with the first option for them of course bc cori approaches pretty much everything with kindness lol) and i just wanted to write it down idk

[hasarjunadoneanythingwrong]

I’m going actually insane rn tbh