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[scalpelsister]

I want to talk more about my oc x shadowheart but I simply do not know how to put any of my feelings into words. instead i can offer a playlist that makes me extremely mentally unwell <3

[catgirlkirigiri]

I am once again posting furry satosugu

[daycourtofficial]

Pairing: Azriel x Eris | WC: ~1k | Warnings: none

Summary: Eris is shocked to find a new furry companion in his study, and even more alarmed his mate seems to actually like the damn thing

A/N: Happy @azrisweek ❤️ this came to me in a blur yesterday during breakfast lmao

“What is that?” 

“Surely your feeble mind is capable of taking in a cat, Eris.”

Azriel doesn’t need to look to watch his mate’s flair for dramatics as he huffs at the shadowsinger’s words.

“Thank you, Azriel, for your constant insight. What is a cat doing here?”

Azriel’s shoulders rise softly, “m’not sure. It’s been following me all morning. I assumed you got tired of this body and preferred a four legged one.”

“If I were a cat, I would have better things to do than follow you around all day.”

Azriel looks in disbelief towards his mate, “I don’t believe that at all.”

A soft meow comes from the creature, amber eyes looking up towards them. 

“He has your eyes.”

“He has my nothing. I don’t want a cat.”

“I don’t want hounds,” Azriel shrugs, biting into an apple as they gaze at the cat. It did resemble Eris slightly - large pointy ears, big amber eyes that followed Azriel constantly. This cat, however, had a brown coat, making it blend into the walls of the Forest House remarkably well.

Eris huffs, “you like the hounds.”

“And you’ll like the cat.”

Eris turns, throwing his hands out, “do you actually like this creature or is it simply because I don’t like it that you insist on keeping it.”

“How dare you make such accusations. I’m quite fond of Cinnamon.”

Eris’s hands meet his hips, an incredulous look on his face, “Cinnamon? Have you gone mad? You’ve named it?”

“Yes, I think it suits him. Reminds me of you.”

“Azriel I- what do you mean it reminds you of me?”

Azriel shrugs, “you’re very catlike.”

Eris scoffs, “I am not.”

A delighted smile crosses Azriel’s face, delighting in nothing more than correcting his mate. “You are. You are quite standoffish, you do not like belly rubs, and you love flicking things off my desk.”

Eris couldn’t roll his eyes harder if he wanted to. “I suppose you would have preferred laying on top of all the ridiculous nonsense that litters your desk instead, hmm? I was being thoughtful.”

The cat, Cinnamon, peers up at them, eyes moving between them with each verbal volley.

“If you were being thoughtful, you would have helped me clean it all up.”

“Why should I?”

“It would have been nothing more than a flick of your wrist.”

“Perhaps, but I do enjoy watching you bend over. It’s the simple things, Azriel.”

The redhead turns back, almost having forgotten their intruder and sighs.

“Azriel.”

Eris’ tone is sharp.

“Eris.”

Azriel’s is light.

“The hounds will eat him. The staff will complain about all the blood.”

“No they won’t.”

As they bickered, one of the hounds had trotted in, taking a seat before the fire. The sound of bickering was a constant in the Forest House, Azriel and Eris often argued over the most ridiculous of subjects just to win. 

Argument was an artform in this house, and the preferred method of foreplay.

The hound very quickly relaxed, long legs stretched before the fire, the sounds of his masters behind him lulling him into a sleep.

Cinnamon stopped watching the argument, opting instead to step over towards the sleeping dog. He sat before the dog, inspecting its body and brown coat. The cat moved his legs up the back of the hound, his paws lightly dancing on the hounds ribs.

Azriel’s the first to notice, and quickly grabs Eris’ face, forcing him to watch as the cat lowered itself onto the dog, tucking his legs in and closing its eyes, giving it the appearance of a loaf of bread before the hearth.

“This means nothing. Russell is my weakest hound.”

Azriel’s eyebrows shoot up his forehead. “Is that so? Then why, my love, my darling, my brilliant High Lord, do you take him everywhere with you? Why is he first amongst your scouting parties?”

Eris growls softly at being caught in an obvious lie, “I much prefer his company to yours.”

“We’ll see.”

“Azriel, dispose of the cat.”

“No.”

“What do you mean ‘no’?”

“No.”

“Azriel.”

“I fear my High Lord has been replaced with a petulant child. Pity.”

Azriel starts to leave, but Eris’ voice stops him.

“Azriel.”

The Illyrian sighs, “I quite like the cat. We had a cat who looked just like him when I was in that cabin with Rhys’s mom and Rhys and Cassian. I have put up with your slobbering hounds for years, Eris. I think you can put up with one cat.”

Eris’ fingers pinch the bridge of his nose. Azriel was right, even with the words he wouldn’t say. He had given up everything to be in Autumn with Eris, a sacrifice Azriel has repeated was worth it. 

Azriel had hardly changed his wardrobe when he moved courts - he still wore solid black outfits, a choice that Eris would never complain about. Azriel did, however, begin incorporating Autumnal colors into his wardrobe, mostly through accessories. Eris’ heart had nearly stopped functioning one morning when Azriel arrived to breakfast in his usual black attire with two golden leaf clips in his hair. The following weeks saw him getting bolder, until now it was a rarity to see his dark clothes without golden or green or red embroidery along the collars and the cuffs of his shirts. 

The Forest House was full of colors that Azriel associated with Eris, but perhaps he deserved something to remind him of himself.

Eris sighs, “fine, you may keep the cat. But he can not sleep in our bed.”

“As if there would be any room between you and all of your hounds.”

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[felassan]

Thoughts on the updated companions screenshots:

Lucanis: in a few screenshots now it's looked to me that Lucanis has a slightly 'crooked' nose and I love that feature! in this shot you can see that at the bottom of the 5 little vial things there's a small spike. the design of the opposite side has the impression of a ring pull. here the purple bit almost looks like fluid held in a sort of glassware. vials of poison for enemies (the Crows make use of poison), or something Lucanis needs to take regularly himself, with a sort of injection delivery system? or simply vials of something with a decorate spike at the base, and the part with the ring-pull looking bit is simply the lid/screw off top? in this shot you can also really appreciate the bird-like inspirations in Lucanis' whole character design. like he has an aquiline quality, the way his hair fluffs out a lil bit at the sides reminds of wings, etc.

Davrin: this shot is a more complete crop of one of the ones of Davrin from yesterday. ^^ in this widened crop, we can see that the person he's leaning in and leaning down to talk to is Assan (with Manfred and Rook appearing in other shots in this collection below, it means the gang's all here). 🥺 the expression on his face is so lovely and if you zoom in you can see that Assan has the impression of lil furry/feathery eyelashes. 🥺 the design of Davrin's jacket buttons reminds me of wheels. could this be a reference to aravel wheels? I hope that Davrin's relationship with his Dalish culture and clan is portrayed respectfully, that he's connected to them etc.

Bellara: this shot is a more complete crop of the ones of Bellara from yeserday. ^^ the wisps of hair around her ears.. 🥺

Harding: another shot of Harding injured 😭 aaah why 😭.. I count at least 5 now. (3 in that post, 1 from yesterday, and this one from today). again in this image she's clearly had her injuries for a while, she has stitches and the bruising is in fading mode. she's seated in her casual clothes - I think this shot was taken in the Lighthouse. it's a different seat, but the vibe is very much like Harding here. omg in her casual attire Harding's braid is down ♡ like still braided but not tied up. I feel like in the field it's more like tucked up or wound round her head? in this shot we also have a lovely and detailed look at the adorable flower pattern she has stitched on her shirt. Harding is never defeating the adorable allegations.

Neve: in the background is an eluvian, the way we've seen them look in this game when they have just been used or are just about to be used. I wonder if this is the eluvian that leads from the Lighthouse out into the world of Thedas, and if this shot is from an early point in the game. every time I see Neve I wanna drop to me knees lmao and even though we've seen it before, every time I see her I'm stunned by the care and detail by the devs that went into creating her outfit, every aspect of it. :') in the center at the bottom, just behind Neve near one side of the eluvian's frame is a purpley glow. I think that might be one of these (circled in yellow), from this scene in the release date reveal trailer.

these things presumably have something to do with how to work and use the ancient elven magic-tech of the eluvian. with her Veil Jumper experience and interest in ancient elven artifacts, Bellara presumably knows how to use it, or has an idea of how to do so. in the reveal trailer, it looks like she's demonstrating this, or 'opening' the eluvian, to show Rook and the party.

Emmrich: it looks like he's talking to the lady elven warrior Rook that we've seen a few times now in the promotional material (like in the recent warrior gameplay video). Emmrich has impeccable style. I love all the detailing on his clothes. like the skull pin at his collar, he also has two skull pins lower down on either side of his waist. (this is a fashion flair shared with Lucanis; he also has a pin at his collar and then two more, one on either side, elsewhere on his coat; only his are crow skulls of course). parts of the material of his clothes have that crushed velvet look. Emmrich has big "I tell the time by a beautiful antique pocketwatch I keep on a chain" vibes. :D on his shoulder pads there are arrow patterns. the background location looks Nevarran and/or Necropolis-y to me. it looks like there are candles which burn with green flame (I'm really curious about that. is it Veilfire?) and you can also see a hexagon. I wondered here based on prior screenshots if hexagons are an aspect of Nevarran art/design/tileset.

Taash: I would like to see a new screenshot of Taash beloved 👉👈

Manfred: he looks so cute and happy, this is a really detailed shot of him and I'm really curious about the material that composes the lenses of his goggles. they look like they could be cut gems. if you look closely at the detailing on them, there's a pattern like an eight-pointed star or something etched on each lens. it gives his expression a permanent "🤩"-type impression hhh. and I'm really curious again about the purpose of his goggles. depictions of them like in Emmrich's tarot-style card art make it look like they have something to do with the necromancy. he is very helpfully handing us a lantern. the glow of the light in it looks green, like the lighting fixtures we've seen in the Necropolis.

Bonus Neve shot: what are these lights in the background I wonder? ^^ this shot is a good reference for the handle of her wand-cane thing. I think the blue-lustre finish on the gold parts is pretty. btw, do you think the orb held in Neve's wand-cane functions the same way for Neve the way the orb in dagger-and-orb style does for dagger-and-orb/Spellblade mages?

[wilbursprincess]

Imagine finding a kitten or a puppy on the side of the road or sidewalk and bringing it home and wilbur not quite liking the idea at first, then warming up to it and him naming it "Mr president" if it was a cat (since he talked about that in an old stream) and if it was a dog "tofu" (short for tofu chan the dog he loves).

like for example, bringing the animal him and wilbur looking at it before he says something like "Darling,we can't keep it" and then you finally convince him, and now it's like his child basically

Wilbur Being A Cat Dad

Wilbur Soot x Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings: None! Wholesome :)

ANON OMG I literally wrote something so similar in my drafts lmao, great minds think alike as they say :D

Headcannons below cut!

~Your boyfriend LOVES cats. It’ll be hard to find someone who’s as much of a cat person as Wilbur.

~Has always wanted a cat, but keeps putting it off due to Lovejoy and the Sorry Boys.

~That is, until you hear a tiny wail coming from the bushes on a walk one morning.

~When you look in the bush, you find a tiny, scruffy kitten, crying pitifully.

~You don’t hesitate to take off your jacket and wrap the poor thing in it before heading to the nearest emergency vet.

~Pay every vet bill needed without thinking twice.

~The vet asks if you want to send the cat to a shelter, or adopt it yourself.

~You don’t think twice before signing the adoption papers, scooping the poor scruffy thing into your arms and feeling your heart melt as he purrs.

~”You adopted a what?” Wilbur would say when you called him on the way to the pet store. “Look, I love cats as much as the next person, but you could’ve asked me first!”

~”Will, I love you, but I couldn’t send him to a shelter,” you briefly explained, setting cat food, a collar, bowls, and anything else your new friend needed in the cart. “I’m getting everything he needs. You don’t have to worry about a thing.”

~When you get home, he apprehensively eyes the sleeping tabby bundle in your arms, before begrudgingly admitting that he’s kind of cute.

~”Can we name him ‘Mr President’? Please?”

~You sigh, going along with the slightly ridiculous name if it’ll make Wilbur warm up to the kitten.

~The next morning, you wake up to see Mr. President fast asleep on Wilbur’s chest, his tail curled over his nose.

~”How did he get in our room, Will? Didn’t I shut the door?”

~”…he looked lonely,” Wilbur admits, kissing Mr. President on his fuzzy forehead.

~From that moment on, Wilbur takes his full role as cat dad. Mr. President is allowed everywhere- the sofa, your bedroom, even sits and is fascinated by the shower water when either of you are in the bathroom.

~You come home most nights to Wilbur cradling your furry son against his chest, singing him Lovejoy songs and giggling as Mr. President bats at his hoodie strings.

~”Why shouldn’t we get the cat a Christmas gift or two?” Proceeds to buy 5 new toys, a new fancy bed, and bags upon bags of cat treats to put under the tree.

[lucky-bucky-boy]

omg local baker who Mike has baking abbys bday cake but he has a crush on her ????

Oh my God this is so cute to me. I wanna run a coffee shop/mini bakery and this is just perfect and beautiful omg

I'm writing this with the idea that fnaf happened but didn't *happen* like no one died lmao

~~

Mike wasn't sure what to expect. At all.

It had been an incredibly tough year, each day somehow becoming more rough than the previous. From mom passing, to job hopping, to Aunt Jane trying to get the courts even more involved. Despite all that, he did his damndest to not let it affect Abby.

He knew in some aspects it was inevitable. A young child losing a parent was never easy; she heard his grumbling and arguments with Aunt Jane, the comments about not being able to pay Max, found papers he should have hidden a little better

But birthdays and holidays were sacred. That he made sure of.

So, against his pride and better judgement, he had asked Aunt Jane for a little help throwing Abby a birthday party. She was more than happy to, surprisingly, with the agreement they come up for Thanksgiving this year. And begrudgingly, he agreed.

That's how he ended up at the doorstep of a brick townhouse closer to the city, a paper in his hand with an address scrawled in his Aunt's too neat handwriting. She'd given him a list of stores and things and places and people to get everything from in order to throw a "proper birthday party."

He did a double take on the numbers and street address, making sure they matched and still slightly confused as to why he was at a person's house and not a store. With a shrug and a tired sigh, he knocked on the door, the scurrying of animals evident inside almost immediately followed by a "shush" as he heard another door shut before the one in front of him went to open.

He didn't know what to expect, and sure as hell didn't expect to have a girl a little younger than him open the door, an apron on and covered in flour. She looked almost frazzled for a moment before shutting the door behind her, eyes moving from the curious furry creatures to the man now in front of her.

"Hi, sorry," she sounded almost as tired and exasperated as he did, "been a busy day, and my lovely little fur-babies have been noisy."

She wiped her hands on her apron, "I - I don't think we've met before." Her eyebrows were scrunched, confusion etching into her features.

"Uh, yeah, sorry. I'm Mike. My uh- my Aunt Jane suggested you to me. Told me you make the best cakes and cupcakes and gave me your address to place an order."

He could see the cogs working in her brain as she tried to pin poin who he was talking about, "Oh! That's right, she gave me a call the other day to make sure I'd have the time. You need the order for next Saturday, right?"

He nodded, "Yeah, next Saturday at noon."

"Perfect, yes. Come in, we'll fill out the forms and get everything set. My pets are actually in the front room so you don't have to worry about them."

A cup of coffee, a curious conversation, and too many forms later, Mike felt like he was in a dream. The girl sitting across the table from him was captivating, a sense of excitement and passion he longed to have and admired. There was a sweetness to her, something he was sure he'd be able to taste in more ways than just her baking skills.

"Okay," her voice cut through his thoughts, "So, we're doing 24 cupcakes, half chocolate and half vanilla, then a 9 inch rounch cake with mint chocolate. And it's rainbow, fairy, unicorn, princess themed. Does that all sound right?"

He chuckled and nodded, "Yeah, sorry I couldn't give you more specifics. She's sort of all over the place and it's a surprise party."

"Oh no, don't worry. I'm going to have fun with this. Does she like glitter?"

He nodded again before taking a quick sip of his coffee. "Yeah, yeah. She loves glitter. Her favorite thing to do is draw as well."

"Perfect. Well, Mike, you're definitely more pleasant than your Aunt," she laughed softly, standing up and placing the form in a little file holder, "But don't tell her I said that. I'll send her the bill tomorrow. I hope Abby loves the cake."

Mike stood up, a tinge of disappointment that their interaction was coming to an end so soon. "I'm sure she will. She loves sweet." He sat his coffee cup in the sink. "So uh, when should I pick up the cake?"

"Oh! Don't worry about it. Jane invited me to the party so I'll just bring it all with me, I could use the networking with other parents so it works out."

His eyes widen some, lips twitching up into a small smile. "Okay, cool. I'll uh, I'll see you next week." He hesitated for a moment before grabbing a rogue napkin and the pen he was using to fill out the forms, quickly scribbling something onto it.

"Here," he handed her the napkin, "My number in case uh, in case you wanna talk more." He paused for a moment, watching her eyes scan the numbers, "For the uh. The cake. The party."

She giggled softly, looking at him as his features began to blush. "Yeah. For the cake and the party."

He chuckled anxiously, "Thanks again. I'll see you later." Mike let himself out before he could make himself even more embarrassed, standing on the porch for a moment after he closed the door behind him, unaware that the sweet baker was inside quietly squealing over the poorly written number.

[uhhlifeig]

ABOUT ME!

Hey, y'all! I'm Emi, my pronouns are she/they, and I'm bi. This is a safe space for everyone!!

I am in the Marauders, PJO, HP, RWRB, and HOO fandoms (former DSMP fan, would always love to discuss).

My fave musicians rn are Måneskin, Derivakat, and Conan Gray.

Fave painting is Gathering Storm bc not only does it have LORE, it's also just really pretty.

I AM A MINOR. DO NOT SEND WEIRD MESSAGES. ALSO, PLEASE DON'T SPAM MY INBOX WITH DONATION REQUESTS.

Sirius and Regulus and Remus kinnie!

I play the piano and paint, and I write things sometimes.

MY PROMPTS LIST: HERE

MY AO3: SeaingStars (well, well, well. what do we have here? a shameless self advertisement.)

Go ahead! Take a read!

^Writer Evan is stalked by murderer Barty. Chase ensues.

^Slytherin Sirius and Gryffindor Remus have an illicit relationship. Sirius's parents find out, and stuff hits the fan.

^(ON AN INDEFINITE HIATUS, JULES IS GOING THROUGH SOMETHING RN) A longfic Jules and I are working on! updates every other Saturday. Gryffindor Regulus, no Peter exclusion, may actually increase update times bc I think it's too slow.

^A Ravenrock (Peter x Benjy) rivals to lovers fic, no Voldemort and also background Jily.

I'm looking for more beta readers! DM me if you want to apply.

Normal DNI, but I'll reiterate it. DNI if you're a homophobe, transphobe, TERF, against furries/therians, racist, sexist, support pedophilia/zoophilia, if you try to force your religion onto others, if you support Israel, if you're a JKR apologist, and if you support problematic people.

Feel free to send me requests/prompts to put on my list. I promise everything will be worked on, just slowly.

And don't expect me to reply immediately! As stated above, I am a minor, meaning I have to go to school. Please be patient!

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[ageravena]

You know what, the Fairly OddParents fandom has been quite tame. Let's spice things up a little bit.

Doesn't anybody else get that silly feeling when you see fanart of Peri being like a father to Dev, like... where's the rest of you 😍? Don't be shy, show us where Dale is. Or are you too scared? (I wouldn't blame you, I was too at first)

Small warning: this post includes slight swearing and many brain-numbing headcanons. I'm not responsible for any mental anguish you may experience

I would like to quickly apologize to the 6 people shipping Peri with Dale. I thought I was the only one but it seems like I've finally found my people. Anyways, back to the topic.

Now that you're here, I may as well show some more art of these two goobers +some silly headcanons. These are my AUed* versions of the two in my odd semi-realistic style that I completely ditch whenever I don't have the patience to draw faces (I often suck at drawing them. No wonder all my OCs are furries)

Note: him being slightly chubby and him having mobility issues are both headcanons I have shamelessly borrowed from others in the fandom. Also am I the only one who thinks Peri WOULDN'T be 6 ft tall? In the series he's like 5 apples tall, so wouldn't it make sense for him to be a bit short?

Note: there's like a bunch of lore explaining the reason why Dale looks so fucked up in my version. I scarred him for life, oopsie! But at least he has Peri now who "forces" him to go to therapy 😍. I may need to make a seperate post where I only talk about him and his past if I have the motivation.

I know a lot of you don't even know the pain of trying to convert a stylized character into a realistic style and still making them look good and kinda recognizable. I envy you who have less realistic art styles.

*And yes, I did say AU. More specifically I'm talking about the "Missionaries of Eden AU" (by me). I'm not gonna go into detail now, but basically it's a semi-biblical and more serious take on FOP, where the fairies are angels, anti-fairies are demons and pixies... I think they can stay as pixies, or maybe they're ghosts, bees? (There's a lot of things I still need to figure out) Their tasks are to work as missionaries on the planets of Eden (planets where life exists). There's a bunch of other lore (some of which I've explained on my casual/personal account on Instagram), but it's best I leave it for another time.

Btw: if you've seen me talk about a "Below the Stars AU", "Bible AU", "Ager DLC" or something else, it's all just the same thing. I just had a hard time coming up with a good name for it lol.

Also speaking of which, I have another post coming up (hopefully) where I explain my reasons for shipping Peri and Dale. It can honestly, out of context, seem like a toxic yaoi crack ship, but believe it or not but I managed to make it the opposite; plausible AND healthy. I want to enlighten you all plus I really want to yap about them.

It feels super funny to ship such a underrated ship. I'm used to shipping semi-popular ships, so to now be all alone feels kinda fun! They have so much potential and so few are seeing the vision?? Though to be fair I'm also glad it's not that famous lmao.

Ps. Ignore the fact I haven't posted anything here for at least half-a-year. All my mutuals are on Instagram, so I don't have a need to post here, though now I've decided to dedicate this account to hyperfixation slop so maybe you'll be hearing from me much sooner.

Ps. Ps. I currently have a 22-page-long google doc filled with lore and info about almost everything I've thought of for the AU, but it's 80% in Finnish so sharing it is useless.

Man, I love writing unnecessary long posts knowing I'm the only one reading them❤️😍 though if you HAVE gotten this far, here's a little treat:

My body refuses to draw Dale in his original outfit. I like to pretend Peri helped him change a bit (most notably taking off his goddamn shoes, though they do have some lore that I've created. GGHHRRAAA EVERYTHING HAS LORE ATTACHED TO IT GRRRR). Also Dev isn't actually grumpy, he just likes to act tough.

My art style looks probably so inconsistent❤️

[saltminerising]

"wow let people have OPINIONS why are you so mad if they're whining about the thing that has barely even been released yet"

I don't know. Why are you on a salt blog telling people to stop complaining lmao.

Anyway, Fathoms don't seem to be anything particularly groundbreaking, but I honestly also don't know what people were expecting? It looks unique enough to stick out from other breeds while still keeping the signature FR look (the devs are very obviously sticking to a design philosophy). We don't even know what the breed art actually looks like yet, either. "Oh no the breed has a slightly pointy face and elbow fins it's literally pearlcatchers 2 guys" is the worst straw you can grasp at to try and justify simply disliking a design (I'm still not over obelisks getting accused of being tundras 2 because no other breed is apparently allowed to have a furry mane on it). Oh and I think what you also need to do is stop hyping up some wacky fan design posted on the forums by Bleeboop the Popular FR FanArtist that got 200000 replies because you'll just be disappointed when the actual breed is inevitably a normal FR dragon instead of someone's personal wish fulfillment fantasy.

🌊

[raccoonfallsharder]

not an ask more paying respect lol, i did the ask abt showing rocket more terran references/ goth music and you did it amazingly thank you so much. i like how it made me think differently too! i bet rocket wouldn’t like too much horror thinking abt it now but stuff like supernatural/ creepy sound better than gore for him. i bet stuff like the toxic avenger is right up his alley lmao. i love how you included reality tv and video games and just showing rocket other genres. i loved what you did with it! i feel like rocket would like rupaul too for the drama and art. i feel like like they could make their own drive in/ outdoor theater on knowhere and can watch anything in the galaxy lmao😭. and i loved how you wrote rocket w music he is the definition of listens to everything <3. i completely loved this thank you <3

you are SO fucken kind (˃̣̣̥ᯅ˂̣̣̥) holy shit i will cry now. like, just how sugarsweet are you? thank you bby ♡♡ also i am going to just take a moment to cosign your drive-in/outdoor theatre idea! this was absolutely EXACTLY what i was imagining in the second bulletpoint on this #marvel critique post. i want a whole stupid disney+ show of this, mst3k style

also, you are so right about rocket loving drag and you should fucken say it.

that furry bastard is such a dramatic little punk in his own way. you just know he likes shiny gems and glittery shit far more than he says (i have a ton of headcanons about this but it comes down to — rocket craves lovely, luxurious things and also doesn't believe he deserves them. and also believes most people who have them don't deserve them, and thus, he has few qualms about stealing them. but also never trusts he'll be able to keep them. look, our lil guy is so conflicted.)

the first time you take him to a drag show, i hope you keep it a surprise. let him gripe and complain the whole way there until the uber driver looks like he wants to scream. look, it's not rocket's fault. he frickin told you he'd had a shitty three cycles since he'd seen you last, and now he just wants to crash on your couch with you and order in sushi and rewatch edward scissorhands (you're not sure how that last part's supposed to help — he always ends up silently crying into his fur two-thirds of the way through). he gets even grumpier when you have to wait outside in the relative cold. once you're finally seated at a small table house-left, he's still sulking and snarking, to the point that you almost wanna wring his furry neck yourself.

but then the music starts. maybe a little aretha franklin. gloria gaynor, or some classic cher. yeah, i'm guessing the show stars with cher. slow, silky, low notes pouring out over the stage. strong enough, maybe. when the first queen steps out, rocket's jaw actually drops. by the time the bright pop of disco-synth hits the song, you'd swear the mirrorball is reflecting little stars and hearts into his candied-apple eyes. he's drinking it all in: the drama, the sly and exaggerated winks that put his own oversized winking habits to shame — the gowns, the sequins, the feathers, the heels. the long lashes and sultry stagecraft, the pageantry, the snark, the fun. the music, the theatre of it all, the spotlights and the perfections and the imperfections — and the brightness, like staring into the spiritual equivalent of an anulax battery explosion.

you leave him at some point, just for a moment —making your way to the bar, bringing back the sugary tequila cocktails he's lately taken to liking so much — and he doesn't even touch it. maybe takes a sip, but forgets it's there. it's probably the first time you've seen rocket ignore an opportunity to get at least slightly buzzed (hey, he's made progress in recent years). but this time, the temptation isn't even present. he's staring at the stage, swaying and bopping to the lip-synced lyrics — completely glitterdrunk. he's fixated on the satin corsets and the braying laughter and the ribald jokes, the irreverence that somehow feels like coming home, and all the while he’s wondering what his own long claws would look like if they were painted that color.

it's not like rocket hasn't seen theatrical gender performance before. it's a common-enough phenomenon in deep space, where there are as many expressions of identity as there are stars in the sky. a lot of cultures are far more chill about crossing gender lines or leaning into extreme caricatures, for a kaleidoscope of reasons. some planets don't even have lines to cross, either because gender is a nonconstruct or because it's so extremely flux that it might as well be superfluid helium.

but there's something about this kind of performance that just hits different for rocket. he probably doesn't know enough terran history to understand what he's picking up on. sure, in the far-reaches of the galaxy, diverse gender expression may be the norm — but here on terra, there are conservatives and bioessentialists and police raids and worse. what rocket sees — folded in between the blade-sharp eyeliner and the spun-sugar wigs and the gunmetal-glint of sequins — is rebellion. it's the core blazing fire of demanding the right to be exactly who you are or who you want to be, even if only for a moment. it’s throwing fists when you have to and protecting your people when you can. it's the freedom to give an acrylic-tipped middle-finger to anyone who ever thought they had the right to reinvent you according to their idea of perfection.

it's a fuck-you to every high evolutionary out there, herbert e wyndham or otherwise.

and — maybe more importantly — it’s not just the struggle. in the face of every hostile neighbor and violent lawmaker, it’s taking back some fucking joy.

rocket can taste it.

which is probably why he doesn't want to leave, even after the show draws to a close and someone's yelling about last call. by the time you finally convince him to go out to the sidewalk and wait for your uber back home, a small number of the queens are departing as well — clustered on the sidewalk like gems snatched from taneleer tivan's jewelry box. you don't think you've ever seen this damn raccoon treat an adult-humie-stranger with anything softer than semi-polite suspicion — yourself included — but suddenly, he's turning up the charm, sidling up to the ladies to thank them for their performance.

the queens, of course, are immediately smitten. who's this handsome fucking dreamboat, and how’d he get those biceps, and does he want a selfie? rocket lets them coo over him with exaggerated, syrupy delight — not even snapping when one of them scritches his ears. he shrugs and juts his thumb at you and gives one of them your goddamn phone number, and they squish in for the aforementioned snapshot. he's got big ol' lipstick-prints in his fur already and when someone raises a paint-arched brow and comments suggestively on the many possible uses of his tail, rocket finally sinks into that familiar shit-eating smirk.

you breathe a sigh of relief when you see it. for a couple seconds there, you’d barely even recognized him.

the uber pulls up and the queens pout — how did the surly jackass who steals your pillow and eats all your lucky charms manage to dazzle them all in less than five minutes? — and when rocket gets in the vehicle, he immediately goes quiet in that way he does — suddenly pensive. thoughtful.

your phone buzzes. it's the selfie of him and the goddamn queens. you lean over and show it to him, and he nods, the corner of his mouth curving faintly. His tail flicks on the seat between you, and his ears twitch as he turns to look out the window.

thanks.

you startle when he speaks, despite the fact that you usually can't get him to shut up. but the quiet gratitude sits between you on the bench like a third passenger in the backseat of the car, studded with distant stars and the receding lights of the city.

no problem, you say slowly. i knew you'd like it — i just didn't know how much. you tilt your head. maybe trust me the next time i tell you i wanna take you somewhere.

he scoffs quietly, but the sound is only made of soft camaraderie and old habit. and then — slowly, like the words are hard to find between stoplights and midnight shadows — he adds, this was... special.

you can hear him swallow. his head is still turned to peer out his window, but you can see the ghost of his reflection in the glass: eyes red as lollipops and sour candy, sometimes turning flat-gold with the passing light. His eyelids flicker shut, then reopen.

some asshole once told me— he starts. stops. swallows again. clears his throat. some asshole once told me we all had this — this sacred fuckin' mission to — to take a cacophony of sounds and turn it into a song.

you can hear the words he's quoting, and his voice drips thick with disdain — and also maybe some uncertainty. some vulnerability. whoever it was who'd said this thing to him — it had cut deep, and put down venomous roots. but you don't respond. not yet. you've learned to wait in moments like this — to let the silence curl around you both, low and comforting as old quilts.

but this, he says finally, four blocks later. this was like... taking songs and turning them into a cacophony. but of — of good things. his brows crease in his reflection, and you an see his eyes flick back and forth, searching the darkness.

a cacophony of liberation, you suggest quietly. and of — joy, and reclamation, and — togetherness, i guess.

he lets out a breath so heavy that his shoulders drop when they're free of it. you stretch across the bench-seat, and you know he's watching your hand reach for him in the window's reflection — but he doesn't draw away from you, not even when you card your fingers through the soft fur at the base of his ears, tousling a soft cloud of pixie-dust sparkle into the air.

and of glitter, you add lightly. you hear the uber driver muffle a grunt of dismay.

but rocket just smirks out the window.

yeah, he says, and it takes a second for you to realize that even though he's agreeing with you, he's also confirming something he's been turning over in the privacy of his own head — all night, maybe. when he repeats himself under his breath, it sounds — it sounds like a soft new bandage, almost. like he’d gone to check on a wound he’d thought had turned to rot, only to learn the the scar’s looking clean and smooth and healthy, and healing up just right.

yeah. that fucker was frickin' wrong.

as per frickin' usual.

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[jarvis-cockhead]

Sorry actually its been long enough now I need you all to see the shit that made me have a breakdown earlier this month because it's so. Twitter furry drama is so insular and chronically online and america centric it drives me nuts. never ever draw supermarkets as furries guys its not worth it bc holy fuck

FOR THE MOST PART people were enjoying this esp british people but i genuinely lost mutuals & had people attack me for 'bootlicking corporations' and giving 'free advertising' for uh checks notes. drawing all the major british supermarkets as furries. Half the people didnt even know they were british supermarkets. so many people kept asking me to draw american supermarkets. NONE of the people like the person above were british or had any real sense of our comedy culture and how much we clown on this kind of thing anyway. it was possibly a poor choice of timing of me to coincide this with the drama around people drawing the target dog as a furry (because its...... supporting the company and free advertising, apparently.) anyway. british people on my tumblr im sure u understand how nuts this is. 'free advertising for some shitty company' im sorry ig ill just not shop anywhere for my food then lest i support a big evil company 🤷‍♂️ no food for me 😊 jesus christ. i cant think of a single person whod be swayed to shop at a different supermarket because some random on the internet gave it a slightly better fursona. except maybe m&s given how viscerally down bad everyone was for her.

god forbid british people joke about they supermarkets and the stereotypes surrounding them.. it was complete satire anyway in reference to all those anthro/personifications people used to do of products/companies, this isnt even my normal style!! oh but if you try to explain yourself it apparently makes it 1000x worse and makes people feel entitled to openly and directly attack you. the random ass hollow but disgusting rape and death threat i got in dms was nicer than the way people on twitter treat someone if their posts blows up. 0 compassion or thought that the person at the other end did not expect nor want this to happen.

+ the posts stats so u can see what i was up against 🧍‍♂️ (I locked my acc for a few days and turned off replies otherwise it would've kept going for sure) jeeesus christ

i cant even bring myself to keep reblogs on here for fear of this spreading further than this account 🧍‍♂️ LMAO

[mintythecup]

Heya there!

here's a post ab me and my boundaries that you should follow or i will be having a problem with.

My dicord link bc It somehow deleted itself:

My pronouns page!

(First time making this lmao)

First thing will be about me

My name is minty, known as mintythecup or cuphead_0 on discord!

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Here are my socials:

tumblr: mintythecup

Insta: _minty_the_cup_

Twitter: mintythecup

Tiktok: _cuphead.__

Discord: cuphead_0

Im also known as

@casinominty

@bloodlustau

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Two of my aus! I'm part of the better casino

My favorite characters

Boris, mugman, felix, surge, shadow, chips bettigan, striker, jax, zooble, Larry n lawrie, melodie, keromi

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I am 16 years old, my birthday is in july 18th.

I an nonbinary

I go by they/them and not she/her. Me and mintys pronouns are NOT the fucking same. Stop addressing my pronouns as her please.

I am an atheist and I will not accept being forced religion. That is a sin btw

Im an artist of 10 years and growing

My favorite colors are red. Blue, forest green, black, and wine red

My aesthetic is grudge and black royal type

I love talking but I am kind of closed off so don't force it.

Dont spam me. I will block you.

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Boundaries

I will not be tolerating any bullying or untrue rumors here. I will be blocking and ignoring you completely if I find out it's untrue.

I'm fine with any ship and any thing js along it isn't causing harm or problematic

No incest or shit like that, I will NOT tolerate it. This is a safe place for everything and everyone

Lgbtq. Therian, furry, religious, poc. Anything. You are welcome here and if anyone says otherwise blocked. Womp womp.

I accept fanarts, doesn't natter if your art is bad to you ill love it either way :] js along as it isn't uncomfortable art like unconsented nsfw.

I WILL NOT ACCEPT NSFW, I AM A KID AND ILL ONLY ACCEPT IF I KNOW AND FEEL COMFORTABLE AROUND YOU.

no sa, or abuse mentions or jokes. Do not joke about my situation or try make it seem like I was the problem. Also don't make fun of sa around me either. I am a victim of online and irl assault, I will not tolerate it

Please be mindful about your words, they can affect some people.

If you don't like my art or my au, leave and don't make a problem about it and we will be good. I do not wanna go on rough terms on getting into a meaningless argument when you could of js left instead of complaining

Hate comments. I will get rude about it, it may come off as immature slightly but I do have a right to defend myself, I won't respond to most of thrm but if it involves something serious, I will do something ab it

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Over all, js have fun and chill! Be free to send requests or something, I won't mind the slightest!

It took abit to write but i needed to let this out ^^♡

[smolcinnamonchipmunk]

I’ve only recently thought of this but I’ve personally never seen anyone do like, a giant naga and a Cervitaur (deer centaur). Just imagine it. Maybe have like a game they play together when both of them are bored is for the naga to chase the Cervitaur. Honestly I would love to ramble of the scenarios I’ve cooked up but I wouldn’t want to bore you and this ask is long as it Hehehe

- 🌽 anon

Ps: this isn’t related to the ask but I’m told that sometimes I act like venti sometimes. Just thought id share :3

(I always love nagas and I made a cervitaur sona YEARS ago, so perfect combo! Here's a naga trying to bask and a cervitaur bothering him because every character I make is either sad or a menace.

Also, I took a very lengthy and startlingly in depth Genshin Impact character quiz and got Albedo. Do with that information what you will, lmao.

Also, also, feel free to ramble! I always love reading how creative people are here!)

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TW/CW: Just G/t

“Lazarus!” They called out, stotting towards the largest predator in the forest. Who was currently basking on a stretch of dark stone that had already melted the first inch or so of snowfall of the season that showed up in the night, making it the warmest spot within a mile probably.

They saw a section of ombre blue coil twitch ever so slightly at their call, the sound of a soft groan joining the small movement. It wasn’t long before a humanoid torso larger than them pushed itself up to blearily look around with green eyes. Cat-like slits narrowed onto them and a gaze that would likely have naturally left many cowering only made their tail wag for a second, slowing to a light trot up to the naga.

A black tongue that faded to pink flicked out of the nagas mouth as he tasted the air briefly, greeting, “Yew.”

“Whatcha doing,” the cervitaur asked rhetorically, knowing that he had been warming up in the morning sun. And, as they jumped up to balance on top of his rather large tail, he read their emotions pretty easily. The tail beneath them twitched slightly to the side to jostle them a bit, making them yelp. The sound elicited a chuckle from the naga.

“Feeling bored, are you?” Lazarus questioned back, tongue flicking out again as he resettled his head back on crossed arms. His coils shifted slowly and carefully to use the tip of his tail to prod at their side. He snorted as they batted it away. “No,” Yew immediately replied on instinct. They paused and fidgeted with their hands a bit as they sheepishly amended, “I mean.. Well, yeah, I’m a bit bored… the first snow has put everything in a sluggish state and I already collected the last of the berries around.”

The naga hummed, tilting his head slightly. “And you're not sluggish as well?”

“No,” they sighed, absentmindedly scraping their hoof on the scales beneath them lightly. “I’m restless and Espen said he was too busy already preparing for winter to make time to hang out.” “He’s more warm-blooded than me.”

“That’s what I said,” Yew huffed, crossing their arms as the duo talked about their ursine friend. “I didn’t really feel like hanging by the side of the river while waiting for him to fill up his fish basket, the river water is freezing today.”

“I imagine,” Lazarus chuckled. He shifted so that he lifted his head from his crossed arms and gently poked at their side with a dark blue claw this time, green eyes glinting in the sunlight. “I’m going to go ahead and guess that you’re probably here to either bother me from my basking with chatter or that you want to play.”

“Well, it sounds childish when you put it like that,” they didn’t flinch from the sharp digit that brushed against their furry-halfs ribs, simply huffing and giving him a disgruntled pout that probably just proved his point. “But, yes, I was hoping to do something together.”

The naga actually laughed slightly at their response and pulled his hand back. With a small grunt of effort he pushed himself off the stone to take the weight off his arms, reaching out and scooping up his smaller companion in his claws off of his tail. 

Yew didn’t squirm or struggle as the claws closed in and folded their legs beneath them to make it easier for him to hold them in his palms that didn’t involve them struggling with balance. They waited patiently the few seconds it took for him to lower his hands from his tail level and tilt his hands down, letting themself slide off his hands slightly before getting up and hopping down, hooves clattering a bit on the stone as they landed.

“How about a chase then, hmm?” Lazarus asked, reaching up and stretching his arms over his head as the cervitaur turned back to face him. “Burn that energy out of your system.”

“Yes!” Yew jumped slightly in place, excited at the thought of a game so much that their tail wagged again. They knew that he could catch them easily with a powerful burst from his tail, but they also knew that he enjoyed these sorts of games as well. They hopped from hoof to hoof giddily, asking, “Five seconds, like usual?”

“Sounds good to me,” the naga finished stretching. A few audible pops and cracks made Yew’s ears twitch as he rolled his shoulders, looking down with mischievous eyes. “Run.”

Yew happily pranced in place for a moment before whirling around and bolting into the trees. They didn’t hear Lazarus count down and he didn’t need to, they were already counting down in their head. And, as they mentally went from one to zero, they heard the distant shift of scales against stone and the exclamation of ‘Here I come!’.

They couldn't help but glance behind them, letting out a yelp that was the result of instinctive panic at seeing a giant naga slithering towards them and playful giddiness that made the end turn into a bit of a laugh.

For over half an hour Yew was chased by Lazarus. They leapt over fallen trees and rocks that his powerful tail easily crushed or swept aside if he didn't feel like slithering around them. He'd occasionally block them with his tail, but they'd either leap over it or flip around to run in the opposite direction. They felt the rush of wind sometimes as he playfully missed grabbing at them. It was only when their pace flagged noticeably that he decided that the game had gone on long enough.

“Getting tired?” Lazarus asked, slithering around to block the cervitaurs current trajectory.

“Not at all,” Yew replied, lying through their teeth. They reared back as a wall of scales shifted in front of them, too close to even try jumping over. Sides heaving, they glowered at their larger friend, wheeling around to start bolting in the opposite direction. But another coil of his massive tail was already there to block them off. Indignant at being corralled they grumpily exclaimed, “Hey! You’re not playing fair!”

“And you’re lying,” the naga hummed as he shifted his coils enough to gently curl around the cervitaur. Yew let out a disappointed groan as the walls of scale around them easily shifted their small form and coiled around them, the cool scales feeling like a relief against them after the running roundabout they’d just had, even as they were lifted up to the nagas awaiting hands. As the coils loosened and his claws scooped them up again, they crossed their arms over their chest. “Even if I am lying, it’s still not fair.”

“Think of it as repayment for interrupting my bask,” Lazarus’s tongue flicked out, everything shifting as he started to slither back to the dark stone from earlier. 

“Yeah, yeah.”

The duo hadn’t really wandered off incredibly far and it didn’t take much time for him to take them from slightly snow covered grass and dripping trees back onto the warmer stone clearing he’d been laying in earlier.

[aggravatedartist]

okay I'll stop gatekeeping them now

(If you saw the scuffed version of this post, politely, no you did not... I hate when this site scuffs formatting. Ugh.)

Here's that furry Kidnapper Fox OC lol

Alt outfits under cut and in a reblog; so far I've only done all the in game suits (and the cut beige one.)

I'll also share some stuff about them!

Bunny and bee suits will be in a reblog, sorry; I also have alternate versions for the bunny suit (technically also the bee suit but I hate it) so I can show those off too, at least. Maybe get more opinions?

Now, fun facts:

Transcriptions are available in the alt text!!

So, notes about these notes real quick- obviously, I did in fact give them hair. I like it! I think it was a cute/fun flavor choice.

I think they can use their tongue for item collection, which is part of what the "they'd nearly prefer to collect bee hives, though," was about. I don't imagine that'd be very pleasant, especially if any circuit bees got stuck to them in the process.

Kidnapper Foxes are already pretty big, actually? So the note about them being a big version of them is not quite accurate- they're probably either slightly smaller than, or the same size as, a normal Kidnapper Fox, if they dropped to all fours. That's not something they're comfortable doing though, at all.

Their constantly being left behind is why they seem to constantly only have employee ranking- by their account, they should really be a leader or a boss already, not that they'd want the positions necessarily- they don't think there's very many crews out there that would listen to them.

I think their night on a moon without vain shrouds was a nightmare experience, truly- think "getting shot out of the hands of a forest keeper by an old bird only to land in the midst of a fruitless battle between old dogs and baboonhawks, all of whom are promptly blown to shit." And they couldn't go inside because of a coil head.... rough time all around.

They HATE that tail sleeve so, so much- it doesn't feel quite big enough for all the poof of the fur of their tail, and it gets itchy. If they're on monitor, they absolutely refuse to wear it, alongside their helmet- but they refuse the helmet because they they actually can't talk while wearing it at all. The muzzle isn't wide enough for them to open their mouth.

Annnnd I still don't have a name or anything set for them lmao. I still have Scott Pilgrim brainrot so I'm actively having to stop myself from calling them KP (Kidnapper Phaux... disgusting and obnoxious, I know.... if anyone has any suggestions I will so happily field them 🙏)

Bonus fun/cute ideas my friends have suggested, not necessarily canonized:

If there's a bracken and it startles them, they will hiss at it until it goes away.

Loot bugs continually try to kidnap them- they think they're valuable <3 (idk about the canonization of this one, but I will say it's very cute. I only hesitate because I have a whole thing in my head of them constantly having to fret on whether it's safer to leave their gear and clothes outside or inside the facilities on overnight stays, depending on if there's also the chance of baboonhawks showing up. If loot bugs were nice to them, I dunno that they'd pass up the additional protection, especially on moons without shrouds.)

[toastylicious]

What your favourite toasty oc says about you:

yall aren't going to know most of these

Isna Lacabri: You want to get stepped on by Bayonetta. I don't blame you, I do too. Diamond Lacabri: Augh augh augh crying noises, you HATE his post-lore personality. You're mad that i took away all his whimsy. Icarus Sorrelei: You would rail the SHIT out of any scientist, especially if they're slightly unethical. Medical malpractice is your calling.

Ic4rus model S:

Ama Jitterz / Miss. Fortune: Oh you're just a silly little guy. A little goofster. A little silly. You would throw me in a vat of acid. Arav Jitterz: Please go to therapy, I swear to god, venting your bodypillow does NOT count as therapy!!!! MOTHERBOARD/ Kimmie: You don't exist. They are nobody's favourite. Caramella DelKaroline: You're a girl's girl! Slay! Stop letting your friends manipulate you!

Here are some ocs that used to be canon but no longer exist or I just don't use them much:

Erya Lacabri / Purple: You probably know me from my older stuff. So sad that she basically doesn't exist anymore. Also you're REALLY edgy. Alan Gragoyev Lacabri: Oh you know me from my REALLY old stuff. I forgot he existed LMAO. You're probably the background friend tbh. Isna's wife???: Bro I forgot her name a while ago. You literally do not exist, nobody likes her. Sock: You're SOOOOO silly! Depending on which version of Sock you like, I will either KILL you or give you the BIGGEST HUG EVERRR! Honeychu: Furry (degrading). Dion: You're a wine mom. Black friday deals have you in their clutch. H.W. Wolf: 'Murca. Red white and blue. Yeehaw. Emanuel: You need yourself a fantasy pan (the greek mythology kind) boy to kiss and to give hugs to. You would treat him so much better than I do.

[crusherthedoctor]

📞 a character others dislike but you don’t?

♠️ favorite protagonist?

🕷️a character you feel is underrated?

📞 - a character others dislike but you don't?

Elise has gained more appreciation over time, but you still get people who think she's to blame for everything wrong with '06. She was a decent if underdeveloped character who simply wasn't used in the story that well, and anyone who thinks turning her into a Not-Sally is the only way to fix her isn't trying.

There's also Zor and Marine, both of whom I will always defend. Isn't it wild how I can barely remember anything from The End's three minute tough guy Reddit copypasta, yet everything Zor says is solid gold... shout out to IDW for missing the point and making him an unironic tryhard like every other villain in the comic. As for Marine, people act as though her character development never happened, which isn't helped by Flynn being one of those very people, and I don't understand why they give her flak for her stereotypical accent, yet make no such complaints about Bunnie.

For a couple of non-Sonic examples: King Sombra kind of went through the same arc as Elise in retrospect. As in, nowadays he has more open fans, but back when he made his debut, he received a disproportionate amount of flak for being a mostly silent villain, and the way he was used. I personally appreciated what they were going for with him, mainly cause of how they conveyed his Crazy Prepared defenses and the like, and honestly, by the time FiM concluded, I think he ended up better off than certain other villains lmao.

And of course, Moneybags. Not counting the first game (cause he didn't exist yet), I don't consider it a true Spyro experience if Winnie the Shit doesn't pop up in increasingly improbable locations to make deals in exchange for, *ahem*, a small fee. He also has some of the best lines. ("What are you going to do, sue me?")

♠️ - favourite protagonist?

Gex is unironically a better written character than everyone in Frontiers and IDW put together. This realisation makes me want to drink tap water at Jerry Garcia's.

Tails has always been my main bro out of the Sonic good guys, cause of how smart he is and how much he wants to help. :D It's also why I'm vocal about how much I despise it when fans double down on reducing the franchise to Just Furry DBZ due to super forms and whatnot, since it means Tails and other characters not named Sonic/Shadow/Silver are guaranteed to be treated even more like they're not good for anything meaningful. >:|

Then there's Spyro of course, which I know will be considered ironic to some given my complex feelings on Sonic, but truth be told, Spyro isn't really that similar to Sonic beyond some snark. He does admittedly act like a dude with tude in the first game, but it's clear that he's younger in that one. From the second game onward, where he's slightly older, he's considerably more chill... at least compared to Bubsy and many others from the 90's. And speaking of, despite his dialogue consisting entirely of WOAH, I respect Crash as well, since it was the bandicoot that got little me into the world of video games.

And many things change, but my fondness for Fluttershy will never die. Just as I have a preference for funny robot-loving villains who nonetheless remain a legit serious threat instead of being a joke, I have another preference for kindhearted quiet characters... which is why I also enjoy Trip... and Tikal... look, we all have our types, I'm sure you can sympathise. ;P

🕷️ - a character you feel is underrated?

The Hard-Boiled Heavies have mostly been pushed aside since Mania came out (aside from that one IDW story, but that's not a blessing), and it makes me madder than YouTubers who pretend they're mad because there are villains with dialogue who have less personality than these guys. They're so much fun, and despite all of them having the same Egg Robo template, their designs remain distinct from each other, even in silhouette form.

I also took to Ariem early on. Like the Heavies, "underrated" refers to general lack of fandom buzz compared to other characters, since although she appears to be quite liked, the acknowledgement given to her is somewhat limited due to her being stuck in an Android-only game for the time being. Some people also have an obsession with comparing her unfavourably to either Sage or Lanolin, for reasons I can probably guess in both cases. Me? I love her design, and her interactions with Cream and Knuckles are cute. :> I know it's not likely, but I hope she appears elsewhere so that she can be brought to more fans' attention... provided she doesn't get IDW'd.

Finally, a more complicated example: Metal Sonic. Now yes, he's very popular and beloved, and remains so to this day, but during the last couple of years, I feel I've been seeing two growing sides in the community when it pertains to him: the side who loves Neo Metal Sonic, and believe he's only a threat in that form like Flynn apparently believes (given how he often turns regular Metal into a jobber), and the side who consider him lame or essentially worthless because of his minimal characterization compared to others. He might not say much, and he might be a hedgehog-shaped tool of Eggman's ambition rather than a complete person of his own, but I believe there's a lot you can do with Metal that wouldn't require turning him into Usurper the Elf Shoes. OVA Metal ain't S-tier for nothing.