#so i decided i would make all of them have at least one hedgehog character because the pattern was funny to me

[sonknuxadow]

^ guy who has to draw funny hedgehogs or else they will die

[gendercomsumer]

hiii ^^ I would like some headcanons for riddle, malleus, vil and rook with a fem mc that accidentally ends up making them laugh (because what she says or does is very random xd maybe an example would be like jennifer lawrence sjjs she is very funny ) well that's all, thanks and take care <3

Riddle, Malleus, Vil, and Rook with an S/O who can make them laugh with the most random things

A/N: Hello to you too Anon! I know this has been in my inbox for gods knows how long- But thank you still for sending this in! I hope this is to your liking! I actually did watch some Jennifer Lawrence videos for inspiration and I have to agree the comedic timing she has is perfect!! I also used some google translate in Rooks part so it may not be accurate ^^;

Characters: Riddle, Malleus, Vil, and Rook

Warnings: Cursing to a mild degree, playful mention of stalking in Rooks (I love him I swear!!!), lightly proof read

Fem!Reader

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle is a bit difficult to get a good genuine laugh out of, at least in my opinion.

Like sure you have a small chuckle when he finds something amusing, but i feel like it'd be a bit of a challenge to get a good genuine laugh out of.

Then you came in, saying the strangest things at the most unrelated times!

And Ace and Deuce find this absolutely hilarious

You'll say the most out of pocket shit with the straightest face and somehow half the people around you start to laugh some others breaking out in giggles

Ace and Deuce have definitely talked about this 'talent' of yours, at least in their words.

You had said some of these strange comments around Riddle and he found them strange a bit endearing as well

I'd think the time you got a good laugh out of him was when you had come with him to take care of some of the hedgehogs

The two of you were sitting in the grass some of the hedgehogs were playing while a few had decided that climbing on the two of you was a good way to pass the time

One had wandered up onto your head and almost fell off but luckily you were able to save the little guy before he fully hit the ground

After Riddle worriedly checked the little guy over you while looking over his shoulder at the small animal said:

"Well at least we know this one has no self preservation"

Unwillingly, or maybe subconsciously, a small laugh makes it's way through Riddles chest to his lips.

Well, now maybe he saw what those two were blabbering on about

Your little comments were always appreciated with Riddle

Even if they didn't cause him to laugh they did brighten his mood at least somewhat

"Yes, this one does tend to be a bit of a handful. Reminds me of a certain rose I know"

He teased before you two fell back into the pattern of caring for the small animals

More chuckles and comments to come no doubt

Malleus Draconia

At first Malleus didn't understand why the rest of Diasomnia found your remarks so comical

Yes his child of man did tend to bring a certain warmth where ever she walked

But he didn't see this as an excuse for the amount of laughter you cause people around you

Most of the remarks you make will fly over his head

I'm sorry but he seems like the kind of guy to not get the joke until you explain it to him-

Now the Thorn Prince does share a few chuckles with those around him when he finds something amusing, similar to Riddle

But it's even more difficult to get a laugh out of him considering he doesn't get a lot of the play on words type of jokes

but something abrupt and slightly out of context?

I feel like that would get some sort of laugh out of him

One day you were talking with Malleus about some of the things you did in your old world

The topic of amusement parks came up and you started listing the rides you used to go on as a child

Roller coasters, bumper cars, lazy rides where you could relax, until you blanked on the name of a ride

It was frustrating considering it was probably something simple and you would remember it after their conversation, but you wanted to keep the ball rolling

Malleus mean while was partly enjoying seeing how frustrated you got over a simple word

You really were a strange thing weren't you Child of man?

"I'm sorry Mal- I know what I'm thinking of! It's on the tip of my tongue- It's like one of those horse tornado things!"

Horse.. tornado..?

Now that got Malleus attention

he understood the other rides you described, favoring the lazy rides

but what ever this horse tornado was... it sounded.. strange, yet curious at the same time

"CAROUSELS!! FUCKING CAROUSELS, THAT'S WHAT THEY'RE CALLED!"

Malleus let out a small puff of air before he started chuckling under his breath

You truly were a strange one weren't you child of man, just like the world you came from

Malleus pressed a kiss to your forehead letting out one more chuckle before speaking

"Truly fascinating, maybe one day you could bring me to one of these 'horse tornados' you have me interested"

Sure jokes your fly over his head, but he would tease you some what for your small skips in memory

Vil Schoenheit

Now Vil, having acted in a lot of movies, (If I'm correct) Would have probably had a few good laughs in that line of work

Weather that be on set or behind the cameras

But he doesn't often let out a good laugh in public, it's not really part of the proper image he'd want to put out there

As for behind closed doors or with close friends he's definitely willing to have a laugh

And who better to bring a smile to his face than his lovely sweet potato?

Though one good moment always stuck out to him that caused him to have one of the most genuine laughs in awhile

The two of you were getting ready to go out to a fancy restaurant, courtesy of Vil of course, hair, makeup, shoes things like that

While Vil was sitting at his vanity working on his eyes when you came out of the bathroom in a stunning dress hand picked by Vil

It brought out all your best features while still being enough coverage to where it wasn't uncomfortable to wear into a public area

The two of you made idle conversation as you sat on a near by chair to slip on a matching set of heels for the dress

As you stood up in the heels to work on your own makeup you lost your balance thanks to the new height the heels provided

Although Vil was quick to catch you making sure you came no where near the floor he still was concerned

"Oh sweet potato are you alright? What happened?"

Yes looking back on it the question seemed dumb but he was concerned

but you just let out a giggle while regaining your balance before saying:

"Well I'm not sure what happened, but I remember wanting to yell 'fuck' as my last words before I embarrassed myself"

Vil took a moment while looking at you

then a chuckle escaped his lips which soon turned into the two of you sharing a small laugh

Now Vil doesn't know why he laughs at your antics, in hindsight they're just normal phrases

But maybe it's the delivery?

Or the way you smile at him?

What ever it may be it always causes a smile to grace his lips or a chuckle to be drawn from him

Sure Vil maybe all about preserving beauty and making sure he looks flawless

But if he happens to get a few smile lines because of your antics, he will never hold it against you

"Well my darling, I'm glad to hear you're alright. It would be a shame if you or your lovely dress got roughed up before we left. Now come, you still want to do your makeup don't you? Allow me to help"

Rook Hunt

Now Rook has plenty of laughs in his life

Weather that be from stalking some poor soul or a genuine laugh among friends

Rook out of the four is probably the easiest to get a laugh from

He's a joyful guy wanting to see all nature and the world has to offer! Can you blame him?

Then enters you who some how can't help but leave Rook giggling when ever you do something!

You put your tie on wrong? Oh silly Trickster aren't you just the sweetest thing!

Then comes your words which to Rook is a whole new ball park

Rook tends to hold onto every word meant for him, weather that be written or spoken out loud

His darling Tricksters words are so elegant and so sweet how could he not treasure everyone!

What really gets him chuckling and laughing is the moments when your words aren't as sweet and graceful

Cut to one day when you and Rook were in the fields often used for flying class

Rook had a desire to teach you archery so he happened to drag you along with a quiver and bow to some targets set by his hand

After the first few moments of Rook teaching you how to properly hold and aim the bow and making sure your arm guard was secure (He wouldn't want his darling trickster to get rope burn!) He let you shoot

All was going well as you hit targets in an... acceptable way

But all that seemed to end when a large gust of wind sent your best shot yet off course and into the ground

And just as Rook was about to offer some encouragement to keep going and try once more

some colorful language came from you to say the least

"Wind!? Really!?! Could you not wait two fucking minuets!! Nooooo! You just had to thro my best shot off course you-!"

Now don't get Rook wrong he hold the sweet words you two share close to his heart

But there was just something about you yelling at the wind of all things that caused him to start laughing

As he laid on the grass of the field eyes closed as he laughed

Oh? It seems your colorful language is directed towards him now? Even better!

"Trickster- reine de mon coeur! Please I believe- I believe you have shared plenty enough words with the wind today!"

A/N: This is actually the first time I've taken a good look at the name of Malleus' dorm. Dia = Dragon. Somnia = Sleep

Diasomnia = Dragon of sleep

just a ting i found silly :)

[cartoonrival]

3 15 16 22 smirks

3. screenshot or description of the worst take you've seen on tumblr

ok if im being honest im STILL thinking about ytp/exploding hotdogs inthe micrwave-amy. NO SHE WOULD FUCKING NOTTTTT you guys just think that any girl liking traditionally feminine things automatically = no personality so the only way you can wrap your head around "fixing her" is making her less "girly". im still going to war over what ppl are doing to amy. literally no one on the planet understands amy like i do and shes not even one of my faves. i dont even enjoy understanding her like she's my own daughter i do it like its an obligation like im legally required. i also recently learned that "does naruto having blonde hair and blue eyes mean he's white-coded" is legitimate discourse and i fr think you all need serious help

15. that one thing you see in fanart all the time

ok this is my biggest hater opinion and i KNOWWWW its like unnecessarily pissy so i havent said antyhing abt it until now but i think you might understand me. I DONT LIKE IT WHEN PEOPLE GIVE SHADOW SOME LITTLE THING TO TAKE CARE OF. I DONT LIKE HIS CHAO AND I DONT LIKE [expunged for my and others' safety] AND I DONT LIKE WHEN PEOPLE JUST GIVE HIM CATS. HE CANT TAKE CARE OF LITTLE CREATURES HE DOESNT CARE TO DO THAT HE DOESNT WANT TO HE JUST DOES NOT HAVE THE CARETAKERS SOUL LIKE HES NOT DOING THAT. HES NOT DOING THAT. BUT PPL DRAW IT ALLLLL THE TIMEE.......... IS THERE NO OTHER WAY WE CAN SHOW HIS SOFT SIDE THEN GIVING HIM SOME LITTLE CREATURE. HES NOT DOING THAT SHIT!!!!!!!!!! its so stupid bc its not even like ooc NECESSARILY i mean his chao exists in at least some canons and theres nothing really saying it COULDNT happen and its such a harmless thing to be a hater about BUT I HATE ITTTTTT also when ppl make the hedgehogs wag their tails BE SO SERIOUSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

16. you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)

literally every ship with amy. i think you guys just are desperate to ship her w someone. AROACE AMY SWEEP. ASK ME ABOUT MY AROACE AMY AGENDA!!! also i know youve talked about this 1 million times but i cannot fucking stand how the greater fandom talks about scourge bc none of them even KNOW HIM AT ALL and miss literally EVERYTHING that makes his character interesting and fun bc you didnt even READ ARCHIE you just decided to take this one dude out and sand him of everything of note so you can make him a sad little meow meow ToT SONIC HAS PLENTY OF SAD LITTLE MEOW MEOWS CANT A GUY JTSU SUCK??? CANT HE JUST BE A TERRIBLE LOSER? COME ONNNNNNN but ofc you wouldnt understand bc you didnt even READ ARCHIEEEEEE.

22. your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

JULIE SU. JULIE SU. JULIE SU ALWAYS. theres literally so much that could be said and expanded upon w her family and background and not even in the way that canon didnt give her anything at all and you gotta diy everything, shes SUCH A FUN CHARACTER shes so funny and such a jerk and everyone writes her off as "girl knuckles" so fast that they wont even LOOK at how much unique personality she has and how UNIQUE her relationship w knuckles is LIKE.... ken penders actually gave js a fun and unique and dope personality, the FANS are the ones writing her off as girl knuckles. ummmmm its not looking good for you people! and theres the assumption ig that all the romances in archie just suck bc theres sort of a lot of them, obviously i dont like every one COUGHken and sallyCOUGH but like ToT KNUXSU IS SO SO SO GOOD.... THE WAY THEY TALK TO EACH OTHER IS SO GOOD like you guys wipe every characters personality to put them in a ship, then talk about knuxsu as if thats the issue with it and why you dont like it, but. ITS NOT EVEN LIKE THAT. AND IF IT WAS SHOULDNT YOU LIKE THAT SORT OF SLOPim sounding like lorillee rn. QPR KNUXSU AGENDA WILL NEVER DIE

and in the same vein as js, lien da also. ppl just in passing say that either shes hot or shes ugly and no one talks about that creepy as fuck issue where eggman surgically put her back together. that issue was so fucking dope. shes so awesome. i love you lien da you are terrible and i love you.

obviously literally just all of archie. nobody talks about archie. i fucking love archie but everyones too scared. i wish i could make that au

[midnightshard06]

Oh ho I come to you all with a proper little propaganda type thing for the @au-sonic-smackdown . Wanted to write a little something including my boy from Bound by Fate and his opponent. Ended up with this. You guys should totally go vote for my guy, if you want to of course lol.

@wereh0gz Hope I did your boy justice! I always worry when I write other people's characters lol.

Summary: Sonic (Bound by Fate) wakes up in a weird place and eventually runs into someone who looks oddly familiar.

Word Count: 2143 words

Sonic blinked the grogginess away as he slowly got up. What happened? Last he remembered he was falling asleep with Knuckles somewhere nearby… He looked around in a panic. Where was Knuckles? In fact, where was he? Some sort of forest surrounded him but it just felt so… off. Something was deeply wrong and he had no idea what. This place just wasn’t natural. The more he tried to figure out what was going on with this place the more his skin crawled. He quickly tried to shake off the feeling. Wherever this was it was trying to seem normal but the facade was thin. Was this some sort of dream? It would be the most realistic he’d ever had, but it was certainly a possibility. Honestly he really didn’t like any alternatives he came up with.

Maybe he should look around; see if he could find a way out of this place. He rubbed his shoe across the fake grass and frowned deeply. Maybe it would be better to take things slow, as much as he didn’t like the idea. Though there was no telling what was out there and accidentally running into something headfirst wasn’t the most appealing idea at the moment. With a deep breath to ground himself he started to explore.

Yet another thing he noticed as he walked was the total lack of any typical nature noises. His ears laid flat against his head. Just another thing that was off about this place. After more aimless wandering his ears perked up at the sound of something else walking. While part of him was happy for some sort of noise in this place it also had him on edge. What was it? Well if it came down to it he could just run, not that he knew where to run. Though he was good at it and it had always worked out for him before. For now though he just decided to hide behind one of the many, evenly spaced he was just now noticing, trees even if he had no desire to actually touch one of them.

He had to do a double take as what was making the noise came into view. A rather scruffy looking hedgehog walked into the area where he’d been and stopped. They wore clothes which had certainly seen better days. Sonic couldn’t keep himself from staring. There was something about them that was so… familiar. Part of him sort of knew, but he wasn’t sure he wanted to acknowledge it. That was undoubtedly him. Well not exactly. Some version of him maybe? Whatever the case was, Sonic was convinced now. What had happened to him though? As he tried to make sense of what was happening the other Sonic turned to look towards where he was hiding. He looked so… tired. Carefully Sonic came out from his hiding space, which honestly hadn’t been all that good to begin with, and just stared at the other. He stared back. 

Well maybe he should strike up some sort of conversation? Honestly he still wasn’t sure that this wasn’t just a dream but at the very least it could be interesting to have a conversation with another version of himself. “Hey there!” Sonic let a familiar easy grin slip onto his face as he took a couple steps closer to the other him. Until he knew more about the other it was safer to keep some distance. Not that the little distance he did keep would do much if the other him could move as fast as he could. “Names Sonic but uh, I feel like maybe you already knew that?” The other him remained quiet for now, seemingly analyzing him. Honestly it felt sort of uncomfortable, almost like he was being picked apart. People rarely ever tried to analyze him like the other him was right now. Regardless he decided to push on, if he could just break the ice the tension should fade right?

“So uh, how’d you end up here? I for one just woke up here after falling asleep. Kinda weird right?” Sonic put his arms behind his head, trying to relax. “Like this place is weird, and now there’s two of us. What is this place anyway?” He looked around, feeling more nervous as the other him remained quiet. “Really off putting isn’t it? Or uh is that just me? Maybe it’s just me.” He shrugged. “Wonder how we get out of this place actually… if I’m actually missing and this isn’t a dream then Knuckles is gonna freak out when he realizes I’m not there…” He trailed off, suddenly thinking more about how the echidna was going to react than talking to the other him.

As Sonic was slightly lost in thought the other him started to approach. His body language was fairly relaxed and non threatening so Sonic stayed where he was. As the other him came within a couple feet of him he let his arms drop back to his sides. “You’re me huh?” The other finally spoke and Sonic nearly slumped in relief then and there. “A lot younger I take it.” The other hummed as he held out a hand.

Sonic smiled as he shook the offered hand. “Seems so.” As they both let their hands drop he realized the other thing that was said. “Wait what do you mean a lot younger?”

The other him chuckled. “Don’t worry about it kid.”

Sonic hummed. “You know we should by nicknames or something. The whole same name thing could get confusing.” He gestured between the two of them. “You can call me…” He tapped his chin in thought. “Fate! Yeah that works.”

The other him rose a brow in question. “Fate?”

“Yeah I’ve got this whole prophesied to save the world from Dark Gaia thing going on.” Fate shrugged. “So I think it’s fitting.”

“Dark Gaia huh?” The other him nodded. “I remember facing off against it.”

“Wait wait.” Fate waved his hands in front of him. “You’ve fought Dark Gaia?” He shook his head. “Ok first, tell me what I should call you then you totally have to tell me about that.”

As Fate watched the other him he couldn’t help but notice the sort of fond look on his face. Now Fate was really curious but he knew better than to go poking his nose into other people’s pasts like that. Finally the other him sighed. “I guess you can call me Old Man.”

Fate couldn’t contain his snort at that. “Old Man?” He eyed Old Man up and down. Well he certainly was older but old man seemed like a bit of a stretch.

“Well when you get to my age you certainly start feeling like it.” Old Man huffed playfully. “Time takes a toll even on super speedy blue hedgehogs like us.”

“Got it.” Fate hummed. He really wanted to ask how old the other hedgehog was but he seemed to remember reading somewhere that asking that could be considered rude. “Sooooo about fighting Dark Gaia?” He looked at Old Man eagerly.

The other hedgehog chuckled before sitting down and patting the spot next to him. “If we’re going to be telling stories then maybe we should get comfortable.” Fate shrugged and sat down next to Old Man, watching him with a small smile on his face. He listened intently as the other hedgehog regaled him with a story of traveling the world, a friend named Chip, and piecing a broken planet back together. Fate couldn’t help but notice how lively Old Man seemed the further he got into the story. His speech was getting fast and he stumbled over words sometimes but Fate found he didn’t mind it. His smile only grew larger the more animated the other hedgehog got. Finally Old Man was finished and the two sat there in comfortable silence. “So I’ve told you a story. How about you tell me one?” Old Man looked over at him, seemingly curious.

Fate tapped his chin for a moment in thought. Honestly the most exciting part of his life was still ongoing. Maybe he could tell the other hedgehog about fighting off those thugs with Tails’ help? Though honestly that didn’t seem really impressive compared to the story he’d just been told. Well maybe he could buy himself a little time to think of something interesting if he asked the other a question, because there was one major thing about Old Man’s story that he was confused about. “Ok but first I have a question.”

“Shoot.” Old Man nodded at him.

“Who’s Eggman?” Fate tilted his head. “The way you were talking about him seems like you’ve known him for a long time.”

Old Man blinked at him, clearly surprised. “You don’t know who Eggman is?”

“Noooope.” Fate drummed his fingers on his leg. “Should I?”

“Well.” Old Man looked away. “Different worlds I guess. It’s just surprising when he was such a constant in my life when I was young.”

“Well there’s this guy that calls himself Infinite that has been a bit of a persistent issue recently.” Fate shrugged. “And there’s those monsters I guess…”

“Wait wait.” Old Man held up a hand. “Infinite? Really?”

“Yeaaah?” Fate looked at him oddly. “Is that… surprising?”

Old Man shrugged. “Well if he’s anything like the one I fought…”

“You fought Infinite too?!” Fate looked at him in surprise. “How is it that everything that I’m doing you seem to have done already?” He crossed his arms.

“One of the few benefits of age I guess.” Old Man shrugged again, though Fate picked up on the slightly bitter tint of his words.

Fate watched him for a moment. “Wanna hear about the time me and Tails almost got arrested?”

Old Man let out a short bark of laughter. “Sure kid. Sounds interesting.”

Honestly Fate lost track of time as the two talked. Though mostly Fate listened as Old Man told him stories about past adventures. He was starting to be real happy that he’d never met this Eggman guy that was for sure, but the stories were interesting. There were moments where Old Man had to pause like he was trying to remember a particular detail which sometimes led to him skipping bits of a story but that was fine. Fate’s imagination was good enough to try and fill in the blanks. Whether whatever he came up with was correct he would never know.

At some point when Fate was telling the story of how he and Knuckles met he felt an odd tug that had him shutting his mouth quickly and his ears perking up. Old Man perked up as well and Fate would be willing to bet he felt the same thing. “I think that might be our que.” Old Man hummed. Ah right, they couldn’t stay here and exchange stories forever huh? They both had lives and friends to get back to. “It’s been nice chatting with you kid.” He held out his fist for a fist bump.

Fate grinned and happily returned the gesture. “Likewise. Good to know that other mes out there are still good people.” Old Man smiled and nodded. Then a thought suddenly struck Fate, one he felt with such certainty that even though he had no idea where it’d come from he knew it was true. “Neither of us are going to remember this huh?”

Old Man’s smile turned a little sad. “No, I don’t think we will.”

Fate nodded, a similar sad smile on his face. He stood up and held out a hand to help Old Man up. “Well even if I won’t remember this I’m glad it happened. Good luck with everything Sonic.” He let the sadness fade from his smile.

Old Man returned the expression. “Good luck to you too Sonic.” With that everything went white.

Sonic woke up groggily to the sound of Knuckles cleaning up camp. “About time you got up.” Knuckles was glaring at him. “I couldn’t get you up so I had to pick up everything by myself.” He crossed his arms.

As he got up, Sonic stretched. Why did he feel like he was missing something? He checked his bags for the emerald, still there. Pendant around his neck? Check. Huh. Sonic let a lazy smile grace his face to hopefully hide his confusion. “It’s not like there’s much to pick up in the first place Knux.” The echidna simply huffed and walked away. Sonic glanced back down at where he’d been sleeping. Did he have some sort of dream he actually forgot? Whatever it was he had a distinct feeling that it had been a good thing. He was pulled from trying to figure it out when Knuckles yelled for him to get a move on. Maybe he’d remember whatever it was someday.

[etaleah]

I just had a revelation about Shadow and Rouge in the Shadow the Hedgehog video game and I love it so much.

Okay, so most stages in the game have a Normal, Hero, and Dark route, right? Shadow can either decide to help the heroic character, decide to help Black Doom (or Eggman in some stages), or decide to ignore both of them and just do what he wants instead, which is pretty much always to find the Chaos Emerald and/or to escape from wherever he happens to be. *Almost every character from Sonic to Omega to Amy, Knuckles, and Tails is present in at least one stage where Shadow can choose to ignore both them and Black Doom/Eggman and just do what he personally wants while staying neutral.

Except for Rouge.

On every single Rouge stage, there is no Normal option. You can either help her or help Black Doom, that’s it. You cannot be neutral because that isn’t possible. And the only way to not have her stay by Shadow’s side is if you choose to follow Black Doom instead.

Y’all. Rouge is the one character Shadow cannot say no to unless he’s being influenced by Black Doom. He can say no to almost* everyone else, including Maria, but he cannot say no to Rouge and choose to just help himself instead of her. He can’t do it. It’s not possible.

Now this makes sense on two of her stages, G.U.N. Fortress and Digital Circuit, because in those, all she wants him to do is find the Chaos Emerald, which is what Shadow already wanted to do anyway, so a Normal route for those would have been redundant. But in Death Ruins, it’s Black Doom who’s telling Shadow to get out of here and focus on finding the emeralds while Rouge is asking him to pretty please play pest control on the Black Arms. And even here, when her wants don’t quite line up with his, there still isn’t a Normal/neutral option. It’s still either do what Rouge wants or let the Earth be destroyed, there’s no in between.

I dunno, I just think that’s really interesting. 🤔😏

(*Note that I say “almost” everyone else because there’s no Normal option on Vector’s stage either, but that’s because his is the last one on the path and none of the last stages have a Normal option. Plus that’s the only stage Vector is in, whereas Rouge is in three of them, so I don’t think they’re really comparable.)

[mirersc]

MLB AU x SONADOW

What's the result?

A chaotic AU with the most unbearable slow burn of all ages.

Yep, we're doing this. Or at least we will talk about it, because I need to share it with someone. Anyone.

Warning: contains spoilers of MLB movie

So ever since the new movie of MLB came out -btw you should go see it, it's pretty light-hearted and adorable- my head is spinning and thinking what would happen if our two hedgehogs had been instead on the main characters' place, but with their own personalities.

Sonic would take Marinette's role, I haven't thought of a backstory yet, -and no he is not shy and without confidence, he is sly and cocky as ever- but he lives with Tails -when he isn't on one of his trips- and together they attend Chaos High on Green Hill -I'm still planning the settings and the names in my head-

On the other hand, Shadow takes Adrien's role, but unlike him, he's actually moving from his home in Station Square to go live with his best friend, Rouge, for a while, who miraculously lives in Green Hill as the others. And surprise, surprise, Gerald is alive! Does that mean that he is Hawk Moth and that Maria is Emily? To be honest, I'm still debating if Gerald is the real villain, because I want to include GUN in the game as well, but oh man, stuff like that takes time.

For sure though Maria takes Emily's place.

There's a high possibility though that she isn't dead. Just pretty sick. For now at least ;) *cough* I meant, she will be fine!

Tikal is the guardian so she takes the place of Master Fu and there are no kwamies. Yes, that's right. Instead of kwamies -do I even spell that right?- we have chaos, thus and why Tikal is the guardian of them. And instead of having a plethora of them there are only seven of them, each of them bearing a chaos emerald.

So skipping into the plot we have first day of a new year with everyone knowing everyone and Shadow being the new transfer student, who clings to Rouge's side and his personal robotic assistant Omega -yeah we're bringing him because we stan Team Dark!-

Introductions are made and oops, the two hedgies make a brief eye contact while at class. Neither of them shows any interest. Ouch I know, but wait, we have track. That's right. And where Sonic believes that his only rival is Jet here comes Shadow to steal the spotlight with his AIR SHOES, even if Sonic deems them rocket shoes. And just like that the blue blur finally pays attention to the stoic new student. Not as if he's fallen in love, but he is intrigued by him! I mean, have you seen any other running as fast as him?

Note; there are no super powers in this world, but Tails still is the smartest of the group, lol. That's just his nature. However he doesn't know that he can fly with his second tail. That's something that he'll discover later.

Anyways moving on, Hawk Moth -or however I'll remain the character later, because I'm not keeping those names for copyright issues- suddenly awakens the purple emerald, thus and the chao with it that have been lost in the fight that have broke between the echidna race and Tikal is forced to call upon the chaos of the dark blue and red chaos emeralds, named -that's actually a good question, I'm debating on Azul and Shade, but that's just basic? Or nah- Anyways, both chaos don't go well with each other and decide like in the movie to select on their own their champions.

Long story short, because there's no way I'm revealing everything, Azul ends up with Sonic and Shade with Shadow and they both activate their powers -after a lot of convincing by both ends, I know surprise for a specific blue hedgehog but sus- I was thinking that the could say, “Chaos Activate” with their respective chao on the start of the sentence, but working on it. Oh they are on their super forms, when powers activated, because I couldn't think of something better and thus their original abilities are unlocked, a.k.a Sonic's speed and Shadow's manipulation over chaos energy.

So the heroes meet while trying to discover where the corrupted with dark chaos energy is -yep, no akumas either- and they do not get along. Shadow having thought of it more, had already picked a name for his secret identity, named -I'm bad at names, but I was thinking something to do with Chaos, like Chaos Controller, but that's just too big so I'll think of something better-. Sonic soon realises that he still haven't thought of his own name, but then the corrupted arrives and interrupts them.

So they fight, they banter, Sonic haves a panic attack, Shadow almost loses his emerald, but they work it out. But like in the series they forget to cleanse the dark chaos energy something that BOTH Sonic and Shadow are able to do with the power of the chaos emerald.

They both find their way after that, working together, learning from their mistakes. Surprisingly, it is Shadow that finds a name for Sonic. Without even thinking of it too hard. He just calls him something and Sonic likes it so he keeps it.

And here's the moment that you all waited for.

The love matter.

Which takes a LOT OF TIME to finally come.

So to put it simple.

Sonic loves Shadow.

Shadow loves Super Sonic.

-this is where you all start clapping and fangirling-

There I said it. You can all just toy with the idea now, if you haven't thought of this already. And oh they both get refused by the other like the movie. But first is Shadow who declines Sonic and then Super Sonic who declines Super Shadow. Why? Because one thing led to another and Sonic accidentally reveals his like to the other hedgehog. Shadow of course is taken aback, because he didn't expect Sonic to like him. Not that Sonic would like to change anything in their current relationship, because it's perfect as it is. He just wishes to know if Shadow would like to keep it like that and after graduation. Shadow, however, likes Super Sonic and thus declines Sonic. Of course he doesn't express this in a harsh manner. He is considerate of the other's feelings. But Sonic of course is hurting. So imagine the SAME time in the evening to getting asked by Super Shadow, if he would like for their relationship to grow into something more. Sonic just can't and he leaves immediately like he'd done a prior hours ago.

Of course I'm not telling you how they get together or how they overcome this, because where's the fun in that? Don't know, if I'll make it into a fic this idea yet, but feel free to send me asks, if you have any questions.

Furthermore you can even take this idea and turn it into something unique. Just be sure to let me know so I can keep an eye out of it. I wouldn't mind reading an AU like this or seeing art of it.

Thank you for managing to come this far. I am super grateful and hopefully my next posts will not be as big as this one. Be safe and be happy! Gotta love our two hogs.

[krissiefox]

Adventures of Sonic The Hedgehog - Sonically Ever After (Screenshots & Review)

And here we have what was the show's final episode, even though it originally aired out of order. It's got some unique features and also stands out quite strongly in my childhood memories of the show. That's because in the episode Tails briefly gets "turned into a girl" and this is one of my earliest memories of realizing I was trans without knowing how to articulate what I was feeling. As a kid, my friends and I would often make believe we were Sonic characters, and I was always the role of Tails (that's the reason my fursona is a fox, in fact!). I remember seeing this episode as a kid made me feel "weird and upset", and it would be quite along time for me to realize that this was because I'd already been taught to hate myself for being trans, sadly. Transgender kids need love and support, and creeps like ron desantis needs to fuck all the way off to whatever sewer they crawled out of.

Anyway, enough about childhood trauma - let's dig into this weird and wacky Fairy Tale themed episode!

Poor Tails hurt his...well, tails!

The episode starts with Robotnik and his badniks chasing Sonic and Tails into a park. As they clash and occasionally make racist remarks like "no robots allowed in the park!", an elderly lady is reading fairy tales to some kids nearby (She's been seen in other episodes too, and apparently her name is Miss Saccharine). Among them are some recognizable faces such as the Sloth kids from "slow Going" and that elephant kid with freaky hands who is friends with Robotnik Jr.

Robotnik tells Scratch and Grounder to use a device they brought along that would help them teleport away for a quick escape. Somehow, the two badniks mess up in a way that instead teleports Robotnik, Sonic and Tails right into Miss Saccharine's fairy tale book, instead!

Now in the story book world, Sonic and Tails are dressed in costumes and the backgrounds are noticeably much more detailed. This is one of this episode's unique features - it foreshadows the visual improvement that would occur in the Sonic SatAm cartoon in terms of background art. It's also rather fitting that I just reviewed the pilot too, because some of this episode shows just how nice the background art can be in the actual series! The outfits that Sonic and Tails are wearing are based on a story called "Hansel and Nettle", as it seems every fairy tale in Mobius has a naming parody of ones in our world. After exploring a forest and finding a house with chili dogs glued to the outside walls, Tails finally pulls up his dress and acknowledges that "he's a girl!" - and the fact that he just looked at his own crotch seems to  indicate he is incorrectly referring to his sex, rather than gender. Tails looks cute in the dress, but I have to wonder who decided they needed to draw boobs on a little 4 year old kid....*gives DiC the side eye* Robotnik emerges from the hut, and seems to be in the same situation as Tails in which his sex was at-least temporarily changed? He is dressed as a stereotypical witch, because old fairy tales just love their bigoted depictions of religious minorities.

Robotnik invites Sonic & Tails inside only to then reveal his identity and announce that the wants to eat them! The two manage to escape and we go back to seeing what's going on back in the regular Mobius world - Grounder is rather adorably enjoying the story time, while Scratch is trying to convince him to come help fix the machine so they can get Robotnik out of the book world.

Grounder would rather listen to fairy tale stories than rescue his shitty dad.

Meanwhile, back inside said book world, Sonic and Tails have apparently  now taken shelter living at the home of "Snow Height and the Seven Squatty Guys" (with Sonic and Tails being two of the squatty guys).  This was one of the funnier fairy tale spoofs for me  as I found it cute that Snow was just really tall instead of "conventionally attractive" - although that is somewhat marred by the fact that she also seems to be mostly treated as an "ugly woman" joke. Robotnik shows up, trying to sell them chili dogs, and Tails stupidly just grabs and eats one, which poisons him. The only cure is a kiss from Snow Height, who is  weirded out by the idea of kissing an anthropomorphic fox child. Sonic promises to introduce her to prince charming if she does so, so she eventually caves and smooches Tails. Does this mean she has magic healing spit like Steven Universe?

These backgrounds are lovely!

Not accepting defeat, Robotnik then uses some sort of wind turbine to attack the household, almost blowing everyone away. Sonic tells Snow that Robotnik is her prince charming, and she somehow believes him even though she just saw him poison a child and attack her and all her friends! She fights the wind current and goes to smooch and hug on Robotnik.

Looks like Snow Height was busy decorating for pride month!

Sonic and Tails manage to escape the house, and pass by Cinderella and her Fairy Godfather, who is a parody of the guy from The Godfather movies. This was another one of the funnier gags in this episode, in my opinion. :)  Cinderella and the fairy Godfather both seem like nice folks, but sadly Robotnik runs by and steals Godfathers magic wand, then starts using it to torment Sonic and Tails. Snow Height catches up with the group and Robotnik turns her into a toad, and then threatens to turn Sonic and into a toad and fly as well...

I’ve never seen The Godfather, but cultural osmosis still tells me that Robotnik may regret stealing from him!

As this is happening, Scratch and Grounder finally think they've fixed the portal machine and use it again, but it doesn't go entirely as planned. Instead of extracting just Robotnik, they extract him as well as Sonic and Tails and a whole bunch of other fairy tale characters. Robotnik has a few new minions he brought with him, a dragon and a giant beatnik. Robotnik takes his magic wand and starts running rampant around Mobius, causing lots of trouble.

Sonic brainstorms on what to do to stop him as well as help the fairy tale folks who were pulled into his world. Eventually, Sonic dresses as Rapunzel in a tower in the city, getting Robotnik's attention by offering him lots of gold. Once Robotnik scales the tower, Sonic lifts up Snow so she can kiss Robotnik, which turns  her human again. Robotnik falls out of the tower in surprise, and announces "I kissed a toad!". Grounder mentions that he kissed a toad once, and that "it was kind of nice. I think he liked me". Thus, we now know that Grounder is cool with kissing dudes, yay!

Sonic makes his way back to the park, where Robotnik follows him with the dragon. Sonic realizes that the dragon has a thorn in his foot and pulls it out, and the dragon is very grateful, turning out to only be hostile because he was in pain.

Sonic eventually gets the idea to go to the airport with Tails, and use a plane to write "Happily ever after" in the sky. This seems to interact with magic properties of the fairy tale book, allowing Robotnik's stolen magic wand and all the fairy tail characters to get pulled back into their own world again.

As the last episode ends, Sonic addresses the audience. "Every story must end. Even this one. But it's no fairy tale to say, 'see ya soon for more Adventures of Sonic the Hedgehog!'"

In the Sonic Says segment, Sonic teaches Tails about how cool libraries are. Good message, no notes - except that it's sad that books are under attack so much in the USA right now...

This episode is quite a send off for the series! It has some very nice background art, and some cute and funny gags. Unfortunately, some of the fairy tales being referenced have some really unhealthy messages which the episode never addresses, so that marrs things a bit. Overall, though, it is still a cute ending for a very fun and lovable slapstick cartoon.

[cuervolyx]

25. for Haoyu please. \(^^ )

25. What is the fail rate and success rate in their mission? Are they the type who let agents die for high mission success rate or prioritize agents’s life and choose to retreat when things got out of hand?

(Note: I tend to respond as the characters themselves, but I'll try to make sure to add much needed context. So, please forgive me if my style of response is confusing. If you need additional clarification then do not hestitate to ask. If you want to know why I respond as the characters themselves, I am way too used to the ask blog days that was very prominent in the fandom I was/am still in).

"Haoyu" thought of the question for a moment, but didn't seem to know what to say. As he put his hand on his chin, he suddenly realized his answer.

"I never really thought about that. I never saw the need to actually. If I fail then I just get right back up and if I succeed then I am happy. Hmm, maybe I should ask about it to Eunkyu or Siwoo." "Haoyu" then pursed his lips as he mentioned the hedgehog. He knew how Siwoo would respond, but "Haoyu" has already learned to ignore the sarcasm from them. "Maybe, I will just ask Eunkyu or the Chief. Siwoo would definitely find a way to scold me. Though, because of the many jobs that are within the military police force, it would be hard to know what is considered a mission or not. It's not like I am in the intelligence department of the force."

"Haoyu" sighed. "Then again, I don't want to keep track of those sort of things. I'm too scared to see if I am failing to be a good member of the force. I don't want to know if I have the most failed missions because I am scared others will use me as a scapegoat. It has happened once and I don't want it to happen again." "Haoyu" lowered his gaze as he began to remember his time as an infantry soldier in another base. It was one of the worst moments in his life. As a foreginer in the army, he had no one he could rely on. The customs were similar yet different from his home country so he often made a fool out of himself. "Yet, I am in a similar position. Though, Eunkyu is also regarded as a foregin member, but he at least knows how things are around here because of his parents and he knows the language quite well. Ugh! I don't want to think about any of this! I hate that base! I hate them!" "Haoyu" groaned as he decided that for once, he wanted to get back to his job.

Looking at the second part of the question, "Haoyu" knew the answer already.

"You never leave a comrade behind! It is a lesson that was nailed into me the day I joined this nation's army! The day you join a battalion, is the day that everyone around you becomes your brothers and sisters!" "Haoyu" truimphantly shouted. He still remembers how the trainers always told this to all the newbies. Though he grimaced as he thought of one particular soldier. "Even if it's her. I will still make sure to bring everyone back safely. Who cares if my success rate would be better if I allowed them to die. Protecting my comrades is just as important as dealing with missions. Only a coward would leave behind someone."

"Haoyu" nodded proudly with his answer. He hoped that he made his trainers proud with his response. He still looks up to them even if they allowed the other soldiers to treat him like shit. "Haoyu" knew that nothing would change his mind on this, even if his friends sometimes worried about him. He was a typical military cat.

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Lynn here! I want to say that I am so sorry these responses are slow. I am having a bit of an art block and no matter how many times I draw, I get disappointed on how it turned out. It will take me a bit to respond to all questions as I want to my best on all of them and then I also have an upcoming exam. I will have to hold off on other responses until then. Thank you for the ask! I look forward to answer the rest.

[neonscandal]

Parting Gifts

⚠️ CW: Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Suicide (Kinda but Not Really), Canonical Minor Character Death (from season 4)

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugo & Izuku Midoriya

Genre: Tragedy/Comedy

Tags: Bakugo Katsuki is Bad at Feelings, Midoriya Izuku Needs a Hug, Bakugo Katsuki-centric, Midoriya Izuku Has a Secret, Midoriya Izuku is Just a Cagey Little Shit, Tragedy/Comedy

Word Count: 6.2K

Status: Complete

Summary: Deku's seen haplessly giving away his prized fanboy possessions which specifically draws Bakugo's concern as he's the only one who knows the true value (sentimental or otherwise) of the things he's parting with. Despite being notoriously bad with emotions, Bakugo confronts him when he feels like there may be a dark ulterior motive.

EXCERPT

“No, I-I wanted you to keep.. it.” The way Deku’s voice seemed to falter, as if he were questioning his resolve, almost drove Katsuki to break his neck and stare the nerd down himself. Surely, most certainly, there was no way he was giving Sonic the Hedgehog a relic from his childhood. Deku’s very own security blanket in the form of an All Might action figure; if one hand was brushing away tears, the other was surely wrapped around that thing. That figurine was in as many pictures as Katsuki in the Midoriya household. Probably more. There was simply no fucking way he’d part with it. Least of all to give it to someone who would dare call it a toy. “You all, you mean a lot to me. I never could have imagined friends like you… even a year ago. I really appreciate you all so much. I just… wanted to make sure you know that.”

“Oh my goodness, Deku! Thank you so much! That’s so sweet of you,” Uraraka squealed energetically. “It’s just like the one I got for Christmas, you didn’t have to do that!”

Katsuki could hear the insufferable shrill of Uraraka’s excitement long before he rounded the corner into the 1A classroom. He honestly didn’t mind her, she was one of very few people in class he found palatable at all. But still, that level of enthusiasm first thing in the morning coupled with the likes of Deku would be grating to anyone. He took extra care to mosey nonchalantly to his desk, hands shoved into his pockets irreverently.

Uraraka stood over Deku’s desk, her back blocking whatever he’d given her from view as Katsuki dropped into his seat. He tried to keep his eyes forward but every ecstatic coo from Uraraka and whatever Deku seemed to be muttering were putting him on edge. “Pink Cheeks.. Round Face.. no, Mochi-? I feel like I used that the other day…” he thought, shaking his head. “Ooh! Haven’t used ‘Kirby’ in a while,” he decided.

“Oi! Kirby! Unless this screeching is some new emergency broadcast system, how about you shutit?” Katsuki snarled, his teeth bared threateningly.

Uraraka was completely unfazed as she whirled around to face her classmate despite his notoriously explosive temper. “Oh, Bakugo! Check it out! I’ve got another All Might plushie!” she giggled, bringing the doll to her chest. “It’s so cool, I just don’t know what to do with him! I guess he can’t exactly twin with the one in my hero costume so I’ll keep this one in my room.”

Katsuki’s face deadpanned. “They aren’t twins, that one is Bronze Age All Might. It’s a totally different costume. Why would he give you that?” Mentally, he berated himself for revealing that he’d been eavesdropping which belied his strict air of indifference. But what the hell was Round Cheeks going to do with a rare artifact like that? Relatively rare. He had one too, after all. Deku and he had gotten them together years ago. The value of them surely exceeded one million yen, especially with the obsessive level of care Deku had when it came to his All Might memorabilia. Given the market, he probably wouldn’t go and buy another one either.

“Oh, uh, I figured Uraraka-san could use some cheering up. We just had a really tough mission a-and-” Deku proffered sheepishly, avoiding the discerning gaze of his childhood friend.

Katsuki’s eyes narrowed coldly, “I don’t give a shit about your work study.”

“Everyone! In your seats, class is about to begin!” Iida advised, inadvertently mediating the situation that seemed to be bubbling up between the 17th and 18th seats.

A deep sigh emanated from the yellow sleeping bag that lay perennially at the front of the class. “Thank you, Class Prez. It appears you’re the only one still standing though,” Aizawa observed as he emerged from his cocoon like a caterpillar who’d decided to say “fuck it” to the whole evolutionary process.

The heat from the blush that crept across Iida’s face could be felt in the back row of the classroom as he wordlessly took his seat.

“It would be illogical to ignore the fact that members of our class have experienced something beyond what mere hero students are meant to brave.” Aizawa was noticeably more bereft in his guidance for the day’s lesson. His words, while vague, were heavy enough to bow the heads of several students. Katsuki couldn’t help but notice that Uraraka, who mere moments ago had sunshine shooting out of her ass, was among those suddenly sullen. Before he could contemplate further, Aizawa continued somberly. “But it is a reality of becoming a Pro Hero. There may come a time, a mission, where everything boils down to life or death. If I’ve done my job correctly, you’ll be able to think rationally about how best to avoid that possibility.”

Katsuki cursed himself for jumping down Deku’s throat knowing all too well what had happened during the Shie Hassaikai sting operation. Kirishima had given him an earful, after all, and Deku was at the very center of it, per usual. There was a large part of him that sort of wished he knew what to say in situations like that. At least when it came to those he liked or respected. He didn’t really have the same flourish for sympathy that the nerd had so it’s not like that interaction could have gone differently. He didn’t want to admit that there was a small part of him that was also a bit jealous. Katsuki had, more or less, survived the same peaks and valleys Deku had. Worse if you count the whole being-kidnapped-by-The-League-of-Losers but that wasn’t quite the same. For all intents and purposes, he wasn’t exactly victorious in that great escape. From certain perspectives, it might have even looked like he needed assistance or saving. And there Deku was, ever the cunning strategist to extend a helping hand. The thought made Katsuki’s palms hot with rage. So, while there wasn’t a soul alive he’d admit this to and, even though he felt a bit like a piece of shit for thinking it… he wished he’d have been involved in the sting operation instead of having his hair brushed obsessively by Denim Head. Even with the casualties incurred, it felt like Deku had another slingshot to propel further ahead of him and practical experience as a hero while he was wasting away in tedium with all his talent.

This would just become another thorny point of contention between them. He made a mental note to throw a stern nod Deku’s way during hero training later that afternoon to broker some sense of acknowledgement of his suffering.

The morning lessons passed unremarkably though it seemed the teachers all had comparable feelings to convey about the mortality of hero work and the importance of preparedness. It felt like a lesson Katsuki didn’t quite have access to which wore on his nerves as the day went on. He’d begun to grind his teeth by the time All Might was making his way clumsily through similar sentiments.

“Surprised today’s lesson came with sound effects. Looks like trainings going to be rough…” Kaminari muttered, eyeing the sparks that had begun to crackle and pop around Katsuki’s hands.

“Better hope you don’t get paired with him, Denks. He’ll make you pay for that,” Sero smiled wryly.

“Not it!” Kaminari fretted, inching away from the ticking time bomb.

“-no longer zygotes, I see fledgling heroes, here,” All Might concluded his speech, the gravitas of his words undermined by the low growl that seemed to be vibrating from one of his pupils. “Ah, with that, pair up, young heroes!”

“Shitty Hair, with me!” Katsuki called, pushing past Deku on his way to the training grounds. “Tch! Move it, Half and Half!”

“Midoriya.”

Katsuki’s jaw clenched at the name. The casual way it fit in Todoroki’s mouth always made Katsuki seethe. Especially when Icy Hot was a massively arrogant prick when he started at UA. Especially to Class 1A, especially to Deku. Somehow, despite defeating Deku, the nerd still managed to break something within him. Something that Katsuki couldn’t coax out of him less than an hour later in the fight that would decide the winner of the sports festival. The decisive ferocity Todoroki had had in his fight against Deku didn’t even flicker when he faced Katsuki. It drove Katsuki up a wall, worse so when he realized that the fire he’d had in his belly morphed, somehow, into affection. The kind that could wrap its arms around his surname without a second thought.

“Todoroki! Did you want to partner up?” Izuku chirped expectantly.

“I suppose. But I thought I should talk to you about the All Might shirt you’d given me. I don’t think that I can accept the gesture.”

“HAH!?” Katsuki briefly broke character to round on the unfurling conversation though he was fortunately far enough away to not draw the attention of either participant. He ignored the shocked look on Kirishima’s tensed face as his two biggest rivals continued.

“I appreciate the thought but also wonder if it will be too small for me.”

“Oh, Todoroki! The shirt isn’t to wear, it’s just kind of… to keep.”

“I’m afraid I don’t understand the purpose of a shirt you do not wear.”

One of Katsuki’s eyes became dangerously close to bugging out of his head.

“I-It’s a collectible? The value of the shirt comes from not wearing it. It’s official All Might merch that had a small run of shirts with a print error a few years ago and-and I want you to have it.” Deku smiled feebly.

Katsuki remembered the shirt well. They’d both fundraised (well, asked their moms for the money) to buy the shirts when they initially came out marking the dawn of a new All Might costume. This, of course, was before news of the elusive misprint circulated. They valiantly walked to the store unattended, two freshly minted kindergarteners taking on the world. They just barely survived the frenzy of people swarming the Pro Hero merch shop. They gleefully took their respective shirts to the front counter, carefully paying with exact change just like the hag had prepped them. Their smiles seemed to connect at the cheek and spread from ear to ear. It wasn’t until they got back to Katsuki’s that they realized one shirt had the proud “All Might” blazing across the top left pocket in English whereas the other inexplicably donned the phrase “All Fight”.

Katsuki remembered the way Deku’s face scrunched up right before big, fat tears welled in his eyes as he dragged his stubby fingers across the bold “F” that differentiated the shirt from his own. He was miserable and, for a moment, Katsuki was glad it wasn’t his shirt that was flawed. It wasn’t until days later that news of the misprinted shirts’ circulation hit the fan sites. He had to swallow his jealousy then. The shirt became a point of pride for Deku and hung, unworn, in a garment bag for years. Katsuki never had a reason to look up the value of the shirt beyond that first year but, surely, it outweighed that of the plush Deku had given Uraraka.

“I didn’t realize. Thank you, Midoriya. I will refrain from trying it on.”

The lack of excitement in Todoroki’s voice, the ignorance in acknowledging how grand of a gesture the gift was, all of it almost made Katsuki snap. Rather than launch a violently verbal outburst, he managed to barely suppress an explosion within his enclosed fist.

“Gah! You alright, bro?”

Katsuki was so consumed with the exchange taking place a stone’s throw away, he almost forgot he was still in Kirishima’s presence. He switched gears abruptly, shelving his curiosity and frustration and, instead, channeling his anger for a physical performance that rivaled the effort he put forth during the sports festival.

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“Sheesh! You might be the only person who can handle Bakugo in hand to hand, man!” Sero clapped Kirishima on the back just as he released his hardening.

“His Howitzer definitely makes me wonder whether my quirk has a threshold, that’s for sure!” Kirishima laughed. “It’s like he knows I need to test my limits if I’m gonna go Pro! Bro is so manly for that. Now, more than ever, I know I gotta be prepared,” he smiled somberly, pensively studying his fist which still bristled with the remnants of his quirk.

The prattling of his friends didn’t even register as he wiped the sweat from his brow, and angrily made his way to the dorms. Nothing added up. The last thing an overzealous fanboy like Deku would do is part with merch so cavalierly. Even if some act of god were to sway his obsessive fanaticism, Katsuki would think he’d be the reasonable recipient of such keepsakes. For starters, he was there when Deku got most of them. Above all of that, even though he didn’t proudly fly his fanboy flag, Deku was intimately aware of All Might being his favorite hero, his inspiration to become a hero. Where the Uraraka thing could be chalked up to some weird comfort for their shared trauma, Todoroki rode the pine on that mission just like he did, so what gives?

“- I think it’s okay if you’re having a rough time but consider reaching out to the school counselor, ribbit.”

Suddenly aware of his proximity to the source of his ire, Katsuki slowed his gait but only slightly.

“Heh, you might be right, Asu-Tsuyu!” Deku whinced, a nervous hand resting on the back of his head. His shoulders seemed to tense as he looked away from his classmate.

“It just looks like you might not be sleeping, I guess I was just worried. But, you can tell me if I shouldn’t have said something.” Asui croaked, noticing Deku’s discomfort. She chanced a comforting hand but thought better of it just short of his shoulder, letting it hang limply between them. “I was thinking about going after classes too if you wanted to join..” she murmured.

“Yea, I just- Kacchan!”

“Too close,” Katsuki thought, rolling his eyes. “What, nerd?” he scoffed, though the question lacked its usual edge. He sidled up to the two without hastening his pace, his interest piqued by Asui’s gross display of concern.

“I was just thinking about you, actually! D-do you think we could talk later? Maybe after dinner rush?” While Deku’s inflection remained calm, the eyes he flashed Katsuki were pleading. It was a confusing dissonance given Katsuki’s assumption that Deku and Asui were pretty good friends. That and, while Deku was never subtle about his regard for Katsuki, he was also never so bold in requesting his attention or presence.

Katsuki squinted suspiciously at Deku, trying to decide on a response that wouldn’t give away his interest but would also make Deku sweat a bit. After all, this public appeal upset something deep within his gut, it was only right he return the favor. But even the glare that typically graced his face lost steam as he was able to study Deku up close for the first time in a while. His cheeks seemed to be a bit gaunt, not as plush and blushy as they usually were whenever he held his gaze. His eyes were sharply contrasted by puffy, dark circles that seemed to be in a competitive race to see which side would droop to his nose first. His typically unruly curls were.. well, they looked just the same but worse, somehow. “Frogger is right to be concerned…” he determined before responding to Deku distractedly, “yea. Whatever.”

Deku managed a feeble smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes before being called away by some extra.

In his absence, Katsuki’s eyes locked with Asui’s. She also looked slightly worse for wear but only in the sense that her eyes were maybe a bit red and puffy, likely from crying recently. Hell, maybe that’s just what she looked like, Katsuki wouldn’t know the difference. He also wasn’t exactly greatwith feelings. In fact, he couldn’t think of anyone worse than himself for anyone to cry to.

Asui seemed to know this, as well. “Be nice, Bakugo. I don’t think he’s doing well, at all. Don’t make it worse, ribbit.”

“Yea, yea, cry me a river..” he huffed, regretting his phrasing immediately.

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Katsuki seemed to be in a daze as he prepared to hit the showers. The look on Deku’s face haunted him. He hadn’t looked in that worse of shape since middle school. He could pinpoint the day, in fact, as it was one that still turned his stomach. Katsuki’s arrogance, his general abrasiveness used to always be laser focused on Deku back then. He almost wished there was a froggy busybody to pull back the reins on him then, too. But his ego went roughly unchecked from the age of four until the UA entrance exams. He could recall only four instances that briefly shook his confidence throughout his adolescence.

One was after a fight with third graders when he was just barely out of kindergarten. He was obviouslyvictorious, but he may have cried a little bit which slightly tarnished the win.

The second time was a stupid spill into a river in front of his minions which he, like, barelyremembered if he was being honest….

The third and fourth times fell on the same day, the day he recalled Deku looking his worst.

He’d spent years by that point scratching away at Deku’s resolve to be a hero, decimating the confidence that dared to stand up to him, time and time again. That day, in all his bravado, with the supportive taunts from lackeys he no longer consorts with, he remembered tossing one of Deku’s carefully curated notebooks into the school pond. A critical hit. That would have been enough but his racing pulse, his blood that always ran a littletoo hot, got carried away and took it a step too far.

“Take a swan dive off the roof!” he’d sneered to the uproarious laughter of surrounding NPC’s. He didn’t remember the exact phrase he’d used but he remembered the sentiment. Moreover, while he could distance himself from the words, from the cruelty of them, he couldn’t as easily dismiss the broken look on Deku’s face. It immediately seared itself onto his mind’s eye and made him wish he could swallow the conversation and erase it from the collective memory of those who’d heard it. Even as a bunch of their peers proceeded to praise him, proceeded to glad hand him. He continued the afternoon in their company, anxiously ruminating on what he’d said and wondering if they were enough to push someone over the edge, push Deku over the edge. Surrounded by flunkies, he was isolated by his cowardice at not only saying such things but, also, not being man enough to apologize or brave enough to face Deku to make sure he didn’t take his taunts seriously.

The next hit to his confidence came when that quirkless nerd, raw from having been told to killhimself, still threw himself into harm’s way to save him. Between gasping breaths, Katsuki’s desperate eyes locked with Deku’s fearful ones, both glimmering with tears. Deku was scared but he was there wearing an unbridled grin with no clue what to do next. In that moment, Katsuki recognized Deku, er, Midoriya… to be a better man than he was. A better hero. Because he could overlook Katsuki’s malice, could ignore his own fear, could have nothing to fall back on, and still come to Katsuki’s rescue.

It unnerved Katsuki then. But, when he later became privy to the conversation Deku had had with All Might merely moments before? The fact that Deku could indomitably shake off the hopeless words of their idol while conveniently stranded on a roof…? He shuddered at the memory inadvertently. It stirred the bubbling guilt in Katsuki’s stomach, one he’d not been able to quell in the months since starting at UA. Moreover, the hits to his ego just kept coming while Deku continued to rise above people’s low expectations of him.

They both had come a long way since then. Their relationship had improved by leaps and bounds, typically against Katsuki’s own best efforts. Yet, here he was, reminded of that day just the same. He absently continued with his post training bath, decidedly ignoring those who buzzed around him. Occasionally, he chanced a glance at Deku who, while still visibly withdrawn, stayed in the company of Todoroki and Iida.

--

As Class 1A trickled into the grand mess hall for dinner, Katsuki was still notably distracted. Even as Kirishima, Kaminari, Sero and Mina could laugh and joke around him, he still felt as though he were on edge. He pushed the food on his plate around aimlessly, Deku’s request to talk after dinner turning over in his head. His behavior had been gnawing away at him all day. It all just felt a bit too much like before. The bob of green hair in the corner of his eye roused him from his reverie.

“Midoriya! This does not appear to be a proper meal! As a growing hero, you must take your health and nutrition seriously!” Iida chastised loudly as he, Deku, Todoroki, Uraraka and Asui made their way to a largely uninhabited table in the cafeteria. There, just within earshot, they sat off in his blind spot.

“Don’t be dramatic, Iida! Deku’s been fine! He’s just been-” Uraraka paused a beat before continuing. “Deku, all you got was rice? You love Lunch Rush’s food… maybe Iida is right.”

“Midoriya. Cold soba is nutritionally balanced and a comfort to eat-“

“Todoroki, no...” Katsuki could practically hear Uraraka shaking her head.

“Heh, guys, I’m fine.. you don’t have to worry about me. I just haven’t felt very hungry lately. There’s reallynothing to worry about.” Deku’s laugh felt hollow but the concerned chatter seemed to dial back.

“Well, Midoriya, in this very hall you once extended an offer to speak if I needed it. At the time, I refused to ask for your help and I frequently regret that lapse in judgement. I hope that you know that I, too, am here for you.”

“We all are, ribbit.”

“I’m FINE!” Deku shot back a bit too defiantly. “I mean.. there’s really nothing to discuss,” he insisted a bit more gently. The shrill uptick in his inflection rubbed Katsuki the wrong way.

“Well… perhaps we can discuss the nature of this toy you’d left at my door, Midoriya. I am unaware of any rules that prohibit them on campus but you did not need to avail yourself to bring it to me.”

“Bakubro, you alright?” Kirishima prodded pulling Katsuki back into his surroundings. Unbeknownst to him, he’d abandoned the show of eating altogether and had begun scowling. He shook off the question, deepening his knit brows, curious as to how Deku would evade the scrutiny of the class president once more.

“It’s not a toy, it’s an action figure, Iida. I just… I thought you’d like it. I, uh, picked it up when I went home to visit my mom yesterday.”

“Ah, I see. From its condition, I was uncertain what to glean. I admire the craftmanship, of course. My brother had several successful lines of merchandise, but I do not believe they hold a candle to some of the more seasoned Professional Heroes. I will return it to your care after dinner.”

“No, I-I wanted you to keep.. it.” The way Deku’s voice seemed to falter, as if he were questioning his resolve, almost drove Katsuki to break his neck and stare the nerd down himself. Surely, most certainly, there was no way he was giving Sonic the Hedgehog a relic from his childhood. Deku’s very own security blanket in the form of an All Might action figure; if one hand was brushing away tears, the other was surely wrapped around that thing. That figurine was in as many pictures as Katsuki in the Midoriya household. Probably more. There was simply no fucking way he’d part with it. Least of all to give it to someone who would dare call it a toy. “You all, you mean a lot to me. I never could have imagined friends like you… even a year ago. I really appreciate you all so much. I just… wanted to make sure you know that.”

“-am I right, Bakubabe?” Ashido’s singsong voice broke Katsuki’s concentration as she playfully draped an arm around his shoulders.

“Some fucking friends.” Katsuki muttered gathering his things to make a hasty exit.

 “Woah, no need to be so mean, Kacchan!” Kaminari called after him in jest. “What’s eating him?”

“… Isn’t it obvious?” Ashido sighed.

“All signs point to Midobro…” Kirishima surmised, chancing a glance over at Deku’s table. While his back was to Kirishima’s, the anguish on the faces of those opposite him spoke volumes.

“Oh! Kacchan! You’re still coming by later, right?” Deku called after Katsuki who had already begun fading from view.

--

“Recognizing Suicidal Behavior”

The words seared themselves on Katsuki’s eyes from his phone as he lay in bed, searching for an answer he couldn’t bring himself to ask Deku himself.

“Individual factors… anxiety disorder…. Relationship factors… history of bullying, lost relationships… socially isolated… ashamed to ask for help. Warning signs.” Katsuki murmured as he scanned the site. “Sad or moody, check. Withdrawing from others, check. Changes in personality, appearance, sleep pattern, check, check, check… experiencing recent trauma…. Making… preparations.”

Anxiety stung at his eyes as a fire welled in his chest, licking at his ears. The grip on his phone tightened as he brought it down to his stomach, his teeth grinding painfully. He forced several deep breaths in and out, in and out. “That dumbass. There’s no way. There’s no fucking way. I’ll kill him.” Katsuki rose with a start and wiped the anguish from his face, angrily.

He threw his door open and stomped his way to Deku’s dorm, ripe for confrontation. His balled fist rapped on the door aggressively. If he could see beyond his anger or his concern, he’d probably be worried the door would give way completely. He could hear shuffling from within the room and waited with bated breath.

“Kacchan! I didn’t expect you so soon!” Deku beamed as he carefully slipped through his slightly ajar door. The light that normally shone in his eyes, dimmed by the state of his sallow face.

Katsuki’s fist hung in the space between them menacingly.

“I just-I had something I’d been wanting to give you...” Deku’s eyes lowered, fully engrossed by the tiles on the floor of the hall.

Katsuki’s eyes narrowed to slits. On one hand, he intrusively thought it was about damn time that the nerd acknowledged him but on the other, he was starkly reminded of what had drawn his anger in the first place.

“I hope you don’t judge me too harshly. I.. had him sign it when he took me on as his successor..” Deku admitted under his breath. He gingerly pulled a trading card secured in a protective cover from his pocket and firmly held two corners between his thumbs tensely as he formally presented it to Katsuki.

“Just what the hell do you think you’re doing, hah!?” Katsuki spat darkly, forcibly pushing the trading card back into Deku’s chest. His fearfully questioning expression finding refuge below his bangs. They’d had twin All Might trading cards for over ten years. They’d received both on the same day, at the same time with a stroke of luck that had failed them through what felt like cases mystery packs until, finally, they both ripped open the limited #1 All Might trading card at the same time. Katsuki recalled the shock and joy that had warmed both their smiles that day. He wondered, if happiness felt like the bright, fiery sun on your face, did Deku’s sadness feel like the absence of that? Like the chill of an abruptly setting sun when you expected a long lazy day? Katsuki never liked the cold.

“Kacchan, I-“

“You think I don’t know what you’re doing!? What you’re planning!? Why the fuck-” his head hung parallel to the ground, fist still lingering in midair. “Is it- is it my fault?” The question pushed passed his lips before he could bite it back.

“I’m not sure- I don’t… think I know what you mean.”

Deku’s voice was soft and muffled in Katsuki’s ears. Could barely be heard above the sound of his own pounding pulse booming in his ears. Yet Katsuki could hear the distress that dripped off of his words. “How dare you worry about me when you couldn’t be bothered to think about me while you were doing all of this!” Katsuki growled, becoming aware of sparse tears that had started to trace their way down his face. Every word felt labored, like they were pushing their way forcibly from the pit of his stomach through his esophagus.

“Kacchan-“

“You think after everything you can just fucking leave!? Just give away your shit and end it all!?” Katsuki’s words steadied sharply behind his gritted teeth.

“No, you’re mistak-” Deku feebly proffered, his hands raised defensively. He looked around the abandoned hallway, hoping no one was in earshot of this desperate conversation. “I don’t-”

“You think I believe you!? You’re not right in the head, never were. And now, giving away everything we collected over the years to those fucking extras. And this!” his head shot up to stare blearily about face to his childhood friend, backhanding the treasured trading card away from him. Katsuki’s voice dropped lower, barely above a rasp. “I.. it’s my fault. Is this my fault?” he whispered hoarsely.

Deku’s eyes widened seeing the tears falling freely from Katsuki’s face. Apprehension sculpted his eyebrows before decisively ushering Katsuki into his room, afraid someone would overhear them. Uncertain what to do next, he stared at Katsuki waiting for inspiration to guide him.

Instead, Katsuki filled the silence with his fears. “You think you can just up and disappear, fade from existence and people wouldn’t care? I wouldn’t… notice?” The distance between them felt thick with Katsuki’s tears. His cheeks and nose burned with an exposed vulnerability he hadn’t felt since the last time Deku had made him feel small and uncertain, powerless, even. He wiped his nose with his forearm, feeling his anger welling up once more by the stupid confusion on Deku’s face.

He lowered his face once more, both fists balled at his sides. “I know I have no right to this or to expect anything between us to change. But there hasn’t been a day where I haven’t regretted the crap I said to you last year… or any year before that. It eats at me, not knowing if, one day, you’d actually act on what I said to you because sometimes this shit is too much and I gave you an idea like that. How can I be a hero if I can say such awful fucking things to someone? I don’t know what you’re going through but I know whatever it is, it’s temporary. I know shit went left on that mission and I don’t know how you feel about it. But I can guess you probably think it’s your fault because you take too much on yourself. Like you could have changed something that Pro Heroes couldn’t even avoid… But I know it wasn’t your fault. I know you did everything you could even before Shitty Hair told me about it...”

Deku’s hands knotted themselves nervously before he sent a hand to quell the blossoming heat on the back of his neck, all the while averting his gaze from Katsuki who stood exposed like a wound.

Incited by the persisting quiet between them, Katsuki continued to wring out the thoughts that plagued him, hoping they’d connect to someone he felt so adrift from. “Ever since we got to UA, nothing’s ever gone the way I thought it would. I couldn’t understand it, it was all supposed to be so easy for me. Instead, you just kept shooting further and further ahead of me and, for the longest time, I fucking resented you for that. Like this was karma for all the fucked up crap I put you through even though that resentment is the same reason I treated you so badly before. Even before we got here, it always felt like you were looking down on me with those stupid eyes. The ones that knew the truth about the shitty things I was capable of and the ones that knew you’d be a hero come hell or high water..”

Katsuki clutched at the collar of his shirt, drawing courage he wasn’t certain he had. “I can’t… I can’t change the shit I said before. But I can apologize, now, De- I-Izuku. And I can tell you I’m not going to let you slip through my fucking fingers like this. You can’t and you better not think you can chicken shit your way out of this. I’ll put you on watch my fucking self if I have to,” he decided defiantly, knowing even this wouldn’t make things between them square.

His eyebrows gathered expectantly waiting for a response, not sure whether he could face his childhood friend. Suddenly uncomfortable with his honesty and uncertain whether Izuku could give him the absolution he needed, his bravado began to take over, “Besides- I can’t be number one if I don’t beat everybody and that means you, too, you shitty nerd. So don’t think you can take the easy way out.”

“Kacchan… I… Did you-? I’m not going to kill myself.” Izuku declared, bewildered by Katsuki’s assertion.

Katsuki could feel one of his eyes twitching angrily. “HAH?” Surely, he didn’t misread the situation. Izuku checked all the despondent boxes complete with giving prized keepsakes to those he considered closest. What else could this be if not a call for help? Was denial normal in the face of confrontation for stuff like this? Maybe he should have gone straight to Aizawa instead of sticking his foot in his mouth… again. His eyes shot up to interrogate Izuku more directly. “You mean to tell me, that all this was….” the question died on his lips, his eyes widening. “Is that? Is that the 10th Anniversary All Might poster that was never released for sale for the public??”

--

“You shitty fucking nerd.” Katsuki laughed derisively. Both boys sat with their knees tented and their backs against Izuku’s dorm room door staring up at the victorious gaze of their idol hero, All Might.

“I can’t believe you thought I’d kill myself...” Izuku tightly hugged his knees to his chest.

“As if I committed the biggest faux pas here.” Katsuki’s eyes rolled, a disbelieving grin tugging at his upturned lips. “And, naturally, you thought giving away all your other merch would make you feel less guilty.”

“I wanted it so bad, Kacchan. I knew it’s what Sir Nighteye would have wanted…” Izuku nodded, his eyes wide and a bit of dribble pooling at one corner of his mouth.

“You fucking otaku! You couldn’t even wait for the body to get cold before you were doubling back for that poster, huh?” Katsuki’s laugh was harsh and unexpected but, in light of the recent revelation, put Izuku to some semblance of ease.

“I didn’t think it should go to waste…” Izuku’s gaze lowered as his voice dropped off. “Now I can’t bare to look at it, it’s like All Might himself is judging me.”

“Can’t ya just ask the real All Might? I’m sure he’d give you some peace of mind about it.”

“Kacchan, how can I ask the real All Might after what I’ve done? I swear it was like I was in a fugue state. One minute, I’m at the hospital with Mirio, Bubble Girl and Centipeder, and the next I’m in his dark office with this poster rolled under my arm. How can I be a hero after this?” Izuku exasperated, burying his head between his knees.

Katsuki exhaled slowly, lightly throwing his head back as he came to terms with how similar he and Izuku were. Both looked up to All Might in different but not incorrect ways. Both wanted to be number one. Both knew a treasure when they saw it. He snorted, “If I can continue on the path to number one after everything I put you through, I think I can give you the greenlight to still be a hero. We’re not our pasts… even if your past is like.. from yesterday, you little shit.”

“Kacchan!” Izuku groaned. “You’re making it worse!”

“I’m kidding! I’m kidding. If you can promise to stay the course, I can promise to keep your secret.” Katsuki stared sidelong at the ball of regret beside him. He cocked his head waiting for a reluctant response.

“Secret, huh?”

“You’ve kept mine, after all. ‘ts the least I can do.” Katsuki elbowed Izuku playfully, rousing him from his withdrawn position.

“… you know you can let that one go, Kacchan. Maybe I’ve just always known the way you were, but... there’s never been anything you’ve done that’s made you less of a hero to me.” Izuku’s words were muffled by the forearm that still pressed firmly against his mouth.

Katsuki looked away bashfully, his eyes meeting All Might’s. Maybe this was another thing the nerd had that he’d covet. Somehow, seeing the weight of it, the burden of it, put it into perspective. He smiled softly, letting his head lean slackly against the door. "Better to have a rival than a memory."he thought, suddenly grateful to relish in the unspoken familiarity they had even after all this time. 

--

A/N: As inspired by, “Say Yes to Heaven” by Lana Del Rey because I feel like I once saw a tiktok where a Bakugo cosplayer insinuated they’d keep a watchful eye on Deku who’d begun giving away things that were important to him (or maybe that was a just a Mandela effect).

While in this instance, Izuku was just really, really sketchy, be aware of the impact you have on others and be mindful of the behavior of those you care about. There are always resources available and someone to speak to.

[brrtchu]

Part 1 - Another Sonic AU

I decided to called this AU “Another” because it’s symbolic and its the whole premise of the AU. Sonic himself and all of his friends have different destinies, complexities, or simplicities, different desires and dreams, and their roles have changed.

I would definitely say that this is sort of like UnderSwap, that one popular sub AU from UnderTale. (Is that what it’s called??? Idk lol)

Maybe we could have it where Sonic and his friends meet their different counterparts and learn about their life. I mainly wanted to make it a realization to that characters to maybe analyze themselves. Like literally. It could be a spark of inspiration or disastrous miscommunication.

For example, if Sonic met his counterpart Pink Sonic. They both would be apprehensive of each other. I’m not exactly sure which version of Sonic to use, so I might make one up (I say this because there’s so many versions of our “original” Sonic, like the one that is primarily shown with ADHD like from Sonic Adventures and Sonic Underground, and Prime Sonic, sorry if I’m wrong) and so it’d be best if Sonic was more curious and skeptical while trying to examine his other. Meanwhile Pink Sonic would be anxious and trying to push away the blue hedgehog. The two figure out where they came from and connect the two. And let’s say, they’re in the white void and just got teleported there.

Sonic: “So, you must be from an alternate dimension. I reckon. I don’t know how I feel about myself in pink…”He rubbed his chin curiously, not knowing if he actually liked it or not

Pink Sonic: “I don’t think that’s important right now… we need to figure out how to leave… this place… like right now. Seriously and immediately.” Pink Sonic crossed his arms while shifting around and keeping his sight on the blue one

Sonic: Sonic raised his eyebrows in surprise, something wasn’t right about his other. He was taking it more seriously than he was. It was odd, but appropriate for the situation. Sonic wondered if he should be worried too “Okay, okay. No need to emphasize it so much… bud? Is that okay with you if I call you— or rather me, bud?”

Pink Sonic: He sighed while rolling his eyes and smiling, “Whatever.” Pink Sonic thought about it, planning any means of escape. He isn’t one to spark normal conversations with strangers, but he felt it was appropriate to ask where Sonic came from. “So… in your dimension, since we look so alike… do we have the same friends?” He thought it was a strange but interesting question to ask.

Sonic: He shrugged in response. “I’d say less likely… but to make sure, do you have a little buddy named Tails?” Sonic looked around with a hand on his hip.

Pink Sonic: Pink Sonic still had crossed arms. “I… actually do… is he a cowboy too? And is his best friend a pink hedgehog with autism?” His head slightly raised to one side.

Sonic: He had a perplexed expression. “He’s what now?”

So then the two learn and gain information from each other and share similarities and differences. And even some self-reflections. I like the self reflection part most. It’s what makes them feel real and genuine.

Pink Sonic: “I don’t interact much with the people in my world. They’re just so… complex and complicated. It overwhelms me greatly. Which is mostly why I’m so distant and I don’t have much friends. I suppose the first thing to do is to actually try keeping my friends but for some reason I just can’t. I’ll just be honest with myself.” He chuckled and scratched his neck. “It’s hard. And I just gotta continue living in it. Even if I’m alone. At least, I know where my happiness lies every time.”

Sonic: “Where’s your happiness?” Sonic, leaned forward with his ears, very intrigued on what that meant. But he also thought about it. Is he also mentally disconnected from his friends and family? Has he felt anything other than adrenaline? Does he know his real friends outside of adventures? Was he being real with himself? At least, maybe, he was running away from those dreadful thoughts all of this time. It did seem redundant to him and unnecessary to ponder about. Ponder. It was such a strange word to him, but maybe that was what Pink Sonic was doing. He was pondering. Maybe about life. Maybe about death. Maybe about things that really bothered him. What had prevented him from pondering those thoughts? This was what Sonic was trying to figure out.

Pink Sonic: He smiled. “It’s… the peace. In the lingering moment. When the wind hits the long golden reeds of the grass and it creates this soft, melodic sounding. Rustling… you can hear it too. And I want to wake up to it every time. It’s just that simple moment that brings me happiness. Not being alone. But the presence. The presence itself is soothing.” Pink Sonic opened one eye to make sure Sonic was still listening, he continued to finish what he was saying. “Most people think that silence, nothingness, absence of something is true peace. It’s a whole complete lie. In fact, the opposite is only true. It’s the presence of life, living, breathing, that one final breath that carries your anxiety away to the wind. It takes a lot to accept or find that peace in life, mostly because it seems so unachievable. But it’s so easy. It’s just hard to swallow.”

Sonic: Sonic witnessed as his pink other began to go on a tangent. Into a whole completely different perspective— maybe even for himself. Pink Sonic got completely out of his comfort zone and shared something valuable to him. Sonic thought that he had everything in life for him. But… was fighting villains going to be his entire life? Is that all the whole world will hear about? His constant adventures and his savior complex? But when they want to learn about Sonic on a personal level— what will they even say? He was complex himself, but even he knew that he had flaws of his own. A whole life could pass before his eyes and he wouldn’t have noticed it. He treasured life too. Maybe, from Pink Sonic’s point, there was more to it. Sonic didn’t think this much about himself. He was mostly selfless. Actually, 100% he was selfless for most of his life. And what was left for Sonic to gain something for himself? Why was there so much pressure on him all of the time?! This began to overheat Sonic’s brain that he had to get up and start pacing the empty space to somehow stop thinking about it.

Pink Sonic: He watched his other pace the room carefully.

Anyways imma stop them right there. My brain cannot comprehend or proofread this right now. Anyways imma make part 2 on my AU later or tomorrow.

[feastfic]

Hello! I would like to say that I really, really liked your post where you imagined the relationships of all the .exes. These relationships were so... true! You really got into the character of each of the hedgehogs, and that's really great!

I'm assuming Majin is one of your favourites, and the way you've imagined him just blows my mind. If it is possible, could you please write some headcanons or drabble (as you wish) of Majin and Xenophanes' relationship to the reader? Very often these two are shown in fandom as enemies, and you are no exception, and I really enjoyed this trope! Well, I imagine the reader somehow miraculously managed to escape from Xenophanes and accidentally find Majin. The reader is tired of Xenophanes' constant torture and abuse and they pour out their problems to Majin, asking him to save them from their tormentor. Majin may not be an angel in the flesh, but he tries to console the reader, for he himself detests Xenophanes.

Soon Xenophanes manages to find both the reader and Majin after all. He is very, very angry: he furiously demands the return of his toy, he is ready to engage in a fierce fight. Majin, on the other hand, is ready to accept the challenge: it's a good chance for him to have some more fun and show his strength, all the more so if he can do anything to help the reader in this way.

To be honest, unfortunately, I haven't decided on an ending, but you can stop at the beginning of the skirmish and leave an open ending (the reader themselves will decide who wins), or you can take it further in your own way. As you wish!

Thank you in advance if you decide to take up this request. Have a good day/evening/night! ;)

Oh absolutely yes I can do this >:) I've had a good few days to think about this and I think I've finally got something good all cooked up! This one's gonna be open-ended, just because of how long this is 😅 but!!! That also leaves opportunity for some other neat prompts if someone wants to see this continued :)

This is VERY long by the way, so it'll all be under here ↓!

Now, to start us all off, let's see how both Xenophanes and Majin feel about you in this scenario;

• Xenophanes sees you as a personal toy, a most prized plaything. You're a soul he had yet to tire of, even after countless rituals of the most grueling and bloodchilling torture that no person should go through. So for you to come out of these carefully crafted games of cat-and-mouse the same, with your psyche intact...he just wanted to break it. He wanted to break you, and leave you at his feet grovelling and begging for mercy, any kind that he would be willing to spare you. The idea of someone so strong-willed finally bending and cracking beneath his rule made him burn hot; it sent him into some kind of hungry, mad frenzy. Like a dog who cannot reach its prey because there was a fence inhibiting its path, he was for the moment trapped in his own game, raking his claws along this metaphorical barrier in his attempts to reap your soul and make it his. He wants nothing more than that, and won't stop until he gets what he wants.

• Now Majin on the other hand, he's something of a savior. To you, at least. It seemed he just whisked you away from this cage of torment you'd been forced to suffer through for countless ages, into a quiet place that was so...different from what you'd grown accustomed to. He saw you as an acquaintance, and perhaps a friend once you have recovered from injuries you'd received while still under Xenophanes' claws. Majin would service you in any way that he could, simply because he could carry out just about any desire you so pleased if you simply asked him to. His strength — terrifyingly strong, and even still intimidating to you — was nothing more than a shield for you to fall back on, in the case that Xenophanes were to come and take back his precious toy. You may hate the crystalline demon, but nothing makes Majin's blood boil more than the face of, well, another demon (especially in his realm.) To him, Xenophanes was the antithesis of himself; black hatred, that rotted and killed and tortured the innocent, took almost erotic delight in the capture of those he'd locked his soulless eyes upon. And that was simply part of the reason why he protected you so fiercely.

So now, with enough time past, you'd settled in almost comfortably. Of course the threat of Xenophanes was never truly gone; he could arise with blackened claws at any moment and tear your heart out with his bare teeth. But he hadn't. And the almost tranquil environment that Majin called his own had remained undisturbed since he brought you in. His company was enjoyable, and never tiresome; something critical to you whilst you amply recovered from the array of lacerations and other physical traumas you'd gotten. Majin was — for lack of better words — like an angel come to save you. You simply couldn't be more grateful for his rash appearance, and daring maneuver to steal you away.

Steal he did.

Because Xenophanes was still seething over the loss of you. He had not — and would not — cease his incessant search for the doll he'd yet to break until he found them and stamped them into porcelain shards beneath his heel. And be damned, for he swore that he would find you. That the longer you evaded him, the worse your punishment would be. The very thought got a rise out of his quills, their crystallized tips creating an awful rattling sound when struck together.

He just had to find the right spot to find you. And then he would track you, leave trademark and telltale signs that he was in your vicinity. He wanted you scared for when he would leap and gnash his fangs against your flesh. The fear that he'd have accumulated would be simply marvelous when he bled you dry.

It seemed, by some dark miracle, that his hunt had gone one step closer in finding you. There was a peculiar tinge to the air; not quite an odor, nor a breeze, but a feeling. A disturbance in the order of the surroundings. This demon's head lifted, scoping everything out as far as the eye could see, his ears training on every sound that drifted through the quiet grove he'd found himself in. It was his assumption that some kind of thick cover you would hide within, since it would mask your presence from him (that is, until he'd catch on to the residues of your scent. And how that would give him a perfect little trail to follow and torment you with while he drew closer.)

He just had to wait; there was a feeling in his black gut that there was going to be an opening for his pursuit of you somewhere around there shortly.

Quite literally, an opening for him. Like there was a little circular tear in the air, the surrounding brush got instantly, eerily quiet. Like a predator hiding itself from its prey, Xenophanes crouched down with only his eyes gleaming through gaps of ferny leaves, watching coldly. There were voices — two, that he could distinctly make out. One sickeningly airy, untroubled. Making promises to someone else. And the other...it took him a moment; after all, it was rare for him to hear your voice when it wasn't crying from pain or shrieking with fear. Yet hearing you so close, it made his fur stand on end, and his muzzle pull back in anticipation. He could not wait to get his claws back on you. Despite his craving desire to leap in now, he knew that like any skilled predator, the most successes came to the ones with the most patience and stealth.

Out of that hole in the world stepped a hedgehog diminutive in scale compared to himself. Bearing a mask of joy, Xenophanes' stomach churned at the sight of it. He despised the carelessness that this figure exuded, yet what he despised more was that they seemed to be someone under wraps with you. Hiding you from him.

For one whose stature was as large as Xenophanes, it should be hard to make fast maneuvers with minimal sound. Yet he was essentially silent as he broke his cover behind that other hedgehog's back, and clawed his way into the other side of this ring wormhole just as it began to rapidly close.

Before you was the tyrannical form that would always be ingrained into your head. Teeth bared, claws flexed, and his eyes trained directly onto you. They coldly watched you, his muzzle turning up into a fang-filled and grim, snarling smile. The smile of death, that brought no sweet kiss along with it.

"Found you." He rumbled deeply, his terrible voice making your body tremor. You jumped back with a start, tripping over your feet and falling flat on your back, hot sparks of pain flaring up your elbows that caught the weight of your fall. Finally, he had you once more. You would become his again.

His towering figure lurched forward towards you, bringing you ever so closer to those dagger-fangs that he planned on shredding you apart with. The dead glint in his eyes sparkled menacingly as he took a step forward, grim and gruesome ecstasy raising his quills as he already began to look forward to this final chase. Oh, you thought you'd gotten your freedom? So sorry, dear. It all lead back to him eventually. His claws would wrap around you and claw your belly again soon.

Scrambling upright onto your feet again, you silently made a break for the twisting treeline nearby. You just needed to hide until Majin came back — it had to be soon, right? If he could notice ants that had wandered in mere moments after their arrival, surely Xenophanes would be like a red alert. Or was it only when he was within his own realm that he knew what was inside? You were not one to pray, nor believe in divine intervention. But you really, really needed that angel of yours to come back soon. Because the devil was on your trail, and it was only a short matter of time before he dragged you back into hell.

You dared not even to breathe even as you ran, endless racing thoughts cycling your head. Would your presence be masked? Would Xenophanes find you in these woods? You knew them, and he didn't. That had to count for something, right? Please let that stall him. It was virtually all you had.

All your running did though was spur the demon to give chase, his blood pumping strongly as he used every one of his senses to zero in on you. He was gaining on you fast — you could hear his breath growing closer and the sounds of cracking wood as he powered his way through the trees in his path. Something was roared at you but was whisked away; you couldn't make out the words even while he thundered closer to you.

His claws were nearly at your back. Just a little closer, and a swipe, and he'd have you. You'd be all his. The doll of his that he would do all that he pleased before breaking. Just get in his grasp—

With the turn around a trunk you seemed to disappear. Xenophanes swung his head this way and that, his eyes burning with the fury and hatred of something that wasn't anymore like a cruel child upon its toys. This was the rage of a god that had lost its chance for power. Slashing deep gouges into the bark of any sickening blue tree that was in sight, he knocked them over with ease, snarling and hissing in contempt. He could NOT have lost you again. He was so close to getting what he wanted and he lost it. Again!

Your angel had come back. A hand clasped over your mouth, the soft brush of another wiping away your scared tears. Oh, how your heart beat like a terrified bird in a cage... If only Majin had come back sooner before you'd gotten so scared. The both of you watched silently as Xenophanes continued to destroy all wood that he saw. He could see neither of you, but you witnessed every bit of carnage and destruction he caused. Such was the way of the god's woods. They could become as confusing or as linear as he wanted them to be.

"He can't hear us." Majin softly whispered to you, nearly drowned out by the incessant howling roar of the crystal trespasser. It was revoltingly loud to the masked hedgehog. His grasp on you loosened as he made a motion for you to stay quiet, while he stepped forward. "Just stay here."

He seemed to read your mind, because he added on; "I won't let him get you."

You watched with fearful dismay as Majin stepped towards Xenophanes, cowering behind the tree trunks to keep yourself hidden. Powerful as your savior may be, you didn't want to risk your chances being caught a second time. A third in total.

You, you, you. That was all that burned in Xenophanes' mind while he hunted for your trail again, his teeth madly bared and clacking together in rage. He would find you again. He would tear apart that snickering fool that dared to approach him. His snarls turned to Majin, all of his fur and quills raised and puffed out menacingly.

"You," he drawled out in one long, loathesome hiss; "you stole them from me."

"Stole? From you?" The look on Majin's face was insufferable. And that he dared to laugh afterwards? It made Xenophanes seethe. "My dear friend! I believe this is all a big misunderstanding. I didn't steal anything from you!" He gave the much taller demon a mocking courteous bow, as if to prove his submission or innocence. "Rather, I simply came to help someone who was in need."

How long that this act could be kept up, he wasn't sure. Every moment that this trespasser was in his wood, the more silently angry he got. The more he hated this pitiful demon that paraded around as a god. He didn't know the first thing about being even close to one.

"They were in no need. They were mine, and mine only." Xenophanes' muzzle upturned as he bared now not only his fangs, but his gums as well. His patience was running thin, and now would be only a matter of time until he sank his teeth into the chest of this antagonizing jester and ripped the heart of him out. Perhaps he would eat it right above his corpse as well. "Give me back their soul, and I will take my leave."

"But leave you walking the earth after you tore apart one of the only things of my world?" The miniscule blue figure sneered, two thin pinpricks of light staring up at his enemy. "I don't take kindly to those who ravage my domain, dear Xenophanes." The name was like acid on his tongue, burning and sour and dripping with poison. The trees closed in around the two of them, their branches reaching down and forming makeshift shackles around the purple hedgehog. Around his wrists, his throat, his muzzle. He was effectively silenced with nothing more than wood, and forced to either hiss or listen.

"Don't give me that!" In response to the incessant hissing, Majin struck the middle of Xenophanes' nose with his palm. His eyes burned almost as bright with hatred as the demon he'd chained, the two of them both tense and bristled. "You have two options. The first, is you leave. A thousand paces away I have your ticket out opened for you." Suddenly his voice darkened, and he gripped Xenophanes by the chin none too kindly. "But if you remain longer than ten minutes, or go to find that human—"

One of his hands grabbed onto one of the more sizable quills that adorned Xenophanes' head. In one swift motion, Majin ripped it from its root, the spine he'd so unceremoniously harvested glowing bright pink in his palm. "Then you will die here, alone, and you will not be spared a death that would be considered a mercy until I am through with you." He kicked the tyrant onto his back, and ground his heel right into his chest. Staring hatefully down at him, Majin quietly hissed. "Do you understand?"

There was no response other than a vile glare back. Without any premonition, Majin dug his heel further into Xenophanes' chest, his voice rising in tone. "I said, Xenophanes; do you understand?"

To be brought down was something considered a disgrace, something that only his victims should do. And to submit to the will of something stronger was simply the fate of the world. Xenophanes had believed himself to be the apex predator, so for him to bow his head in acknowledgement and nod...if he could feel shame, his ears would be burning hot with it right now.

"Good, then!" The pressure lifted from his breast, and he was hoisted back onto his feet by the same branches that had restrained him. "If you leave before your time is up, the moment you step outside those shackles will wither away and die. My promise."

The air got suddenly several degrees colder, and the pitch darkness seemed to get even darker. Even the trees grew less visible, while Majin laughed to himself beside the newly shamed demon. His smile grew wider, while he gazed off in the direction of Xenophanes' timed chance for escape. No longer did his eyes burn with hate.

It was the euphoric anticipation of a much larger beast closing in on its prey, for nothing other than a life-or-death game that it took so much joy in.

"Start running."

[3na-exe]

idk if this is okay but like ? I have some miscellaneous asks and stuff if that's alright!! and you don't have to answer all of them if you don't want, of course

- how / when did you first get into your current fandoms ?

- do you have any favorite characters and why?

- how did you make/ how do you come up with your designs for those characters?

have a nice day :>

hmm, this is kinda a hard question for me since i still kinda consider myself into a lot of the media i used to like, but i'll answer using the main ones !

funnily enough, both my ultrakill & 17776 fixations both started very recently ! ultrakill was in the beginning of february i wanna say ? i knew about the game for quite a while & i was actually a big fan of the soundtrack, before i realized "hey, i should just check out the actual game" [i remember seeing some fanart for it and it intrigued me !] i watched a playthrough, and about a week later i decided to actually get the game ! for 17776, i had heard a bit about it [mostly people talking about webcomics & talking about media that changed the way they thought about life] but around the middle of march this year i was rereading DECT & i saw 17776 in the credits and decided to check it out ! i genuinely knew nothing about it prior to reading & i think that REALLY added to the experience :3

YES i do have favourite characters ! a couple i can list off the top of my head are V1 [blue robot. good character design. kills things.] juice [he talks like me & likes lunchables, & the jupiter icy moons explorer is my favourite space probe] glados [cool voice, cool design, im Not Normal about her] GABRIEL !!! [cool design, cool colour palette, REALLY GOOD voice actor, also very not normal about him] sonic [just like me irl, blue, a hedgehog] ENA [really cool design, cool story, i like her voice actors & shes just sooo cool]- & i have lots more but they're not really coming to mind right now.

i assume 'those characters' means either my 17776 designs OR my ocs- so i'll answer both ! for my 17776 designs i looked a lot at other people's designs for inspiration & to incorporate things that i liked, i also wanted to make them very robotic & be at least semi-accurate to the actual space probe designs. their outfits were a mixture of fashion that i enjoy & what i think they would actually wear. for my ocs its pretty much the same, except more self-indulgent i feel ? i look for inspiration from other people's designs and ocs, then implement what i like and add on to it. outfits are usually chosen from what i actually wear & things that i wish i could wear :3 !

[ae-azile]

So, I usually prefer AO3 for reading and writing, but decided to make a Wattpad account to post my stories across multiple platforms. Starting with Giant Dancing Hedgehogs are Nightmare Fuel!

Summary of Giant Dancing Hedgehogs are Nightmare Fuel:

There are several scenarios that Pete suspects to walk in on when he arrives back at the hospital:

Scenario 1: Vegas is still asleep and Macau and Tankhun have somehow managed to remain civil towards each other. This seems like the least likely scenario.

Scenario 2: Vegas is still asleep and Tankhun has tied Macau to a chair for the hell of it. While this would cause a great amount of trouble, it is almost comforting in its normalcy.

Scenario 3: Vegas has woken up and spilled every single secret that he has in his drugged up state, leaving him even more vulnerable than ever.

Scenario 4: Macau has killed Tankhun in a fit of grief stricken rage, which causes Arm, in turn, to kill Macau in a fit of grief stricken rage, since Arm and Tankhun are apparently in love and Pete can’t stop thinking about it.

Scenario 5: Tankhun has verbally attacked drugged up, pod person Vegas, which has caused him to burst into tears and pull out his IV, in hopes that he bleeds out.

It’s none of those things. Those things would be expected. Nothing happening right now is expected.

Some people love detailed spoilers and some people hate them. Stop reading now if you want to go in spoiler free.

SPOILERS BEYOND THIS POINT

Some themes of this story include:

1. Post-Canon: It accepts pretty much everything that happened up until the one month later epilogue in the finale.

2. Trauma: These characters are TRAUMATIZED. They are traumatized by the night of the attack, they are traumatized by their pasts and being abused/manipulated/gaslit, and they are all collectively traumatized by Korn. And Gun. But Korn is the real villain in this series.

3. Recovery: This primarily applies to Vegas, but also to other characters. Vegas is recovering from a coma and significant injuries. One is a hypoxic brain injury, which makes his autism a bit more apparent and something Macau eventually explains to Pete.

4. Autistic Vegas: In this story, Vegas has autism. He is low supports needs, intelligent, and his autism mainly becomes apparent with sensory processing, emotional regulation, and a little with social cues. His symptoms were more apparent when he was a child, but he learned how to mask. He struggles with masking more after coming out of his coma and pushes Pete away due to this, along with his guilt from his actions. Pete eventually talks to him bluntly and Vegas accepting his autism as part of his identity is something he works on through this fic.

5. Amnesia: Pete and Vegas have a history that goes much farther back than some funny run-ins and the safehouse. While Vegas has been pining for Pete for years, Pete forgets their friendship/sort of relationship due to being attacked on the job, resulting in a TBI and amnesia. This gets out when Vegas asks him if Pete remembers Vegas having a crush on him when they were young.

6. Cousin Reconciliation: Tankhun takes this first step in making amends with Vegas with Arm's support. Kim follows. Kinn gets there.

7. Side Couples: ArmKhun are the supporting lead couple. They are probably the healthiest couple in this series and have their own prequel story on AO3 that is longer than this story. Something to note: Tankhun protected Vegas during their kidnapping and was physically and sexually assaulted. His "hatred" for Vegas stemmed from resentment and trauma, which broke Vegas's heart because he genuinely loved and looked up to Tankhun as an older brother figure. Tankhun held onto that resentment for quite some time, but he also held onto a lot of guilt. When he saw Vegas shot over the security cameras, he was devastated. He - along with Arm and later Porsche - were the ones to get Vegas quick treatment and transferred to a good hospital. Arm is also a victim of abuse in this series. This is one of the main reasons why Tankhun chose him - along with Pete and Pol - as guards. They understand, they won't judge him, and he hopes they know he doesn't think less of them either. Arm is very aware of why Tankhun chose them and sees Vegas as a victim too (without knowing the abuse Vegas faced later on). He accepts and encourages the reconciliation because he loves Tankhun and knows it will bring him peace. Tankhun, Arm, and Kim are also discovering the kidnapping may have been ordered by someone close to them as damage control/retaliation.

KimChay are at odds but co-existing while Kim visits Vegas (+pines for Chay) and Chay hangs with his new bestie Macau (while holding a grudge against Kim). Kim is kind of going through it and arguably on the brink of a mental health crisis. He is also yearning for a connection with his brothers and cousins, especially after learning how much Korn put them all through. Chay has a bigger role in the sequel of this story, but he is forming a brotherly bond with Macau, is expressing how wronged he felt by both Porsche and Kim, yet is trying to support people in the ways he knows how. He also struggles with connecting to his mother, who can't communicate and doesn't seem to remember him.

KinnPorsche have a LOT on their plates in this series. Porsche has been thrusted into a role that he never expected or was trained for and is overwhelmed. He harbors hate for his boyfriend's father for keeping his mother away from him and for all of the lies. He is also worried about Kinn, who is feeling excluded from his brothers spending time together without him for unknown reasons. Kinn also carries a lot of confliction and resentment regarding his father's actions. He feels incredibly guilty and is going through mental health issues of his own.

8. Macau is very active in his brother's care and extremely protective of him. In turn, Pete protects Macau and is a good listening ear. Macau accepts Pete as family before Vegas even wakes up.

9. The Mothers: The mothers and how the boys' lost them are covered in this fic. Vegas was greatly impacted by the loss of his mother. She was his best friend and advocate. Losing his other parent and hearing of Porsche's mother bring up feelings of loss, sadness, and grief. He misses her terribly. Tankhun and Kim suspect that Korn had their own mother killed and are not surprised to hear that Vegas feels that Korn had something to do with his mother's death.

10. Crack!fic: These issues are covered seriously and treated with respect. That being said, this fic is a total crack and humor fic when it isn't doing that. Vegas says "I love you, Pete" 62 times within the first week of being awake because he can't stop saying it due to his brain injury and possible echolalia. Kim randomly starts calling Arm and Tankhun Pa and Dad, then never stops. He also tells fortunes by asking his friends and family to choose a Nintendo Switch and analyzes them by which color the choose, and his reads are extremely accurate. Due to obtaining Nintendo Switches, Arm and Tankhun run a farm together on Stardew Valley. Vegas has to be redirected away from Pokemon since he cries every time his Pokemon faint in battle. Kim tries to woo Chay by obtaining blue roses on Animal Crossing, all while Chay won't invite him to his island but will invite Vegas to give him starter crops and supplies. Pete buys Vegas a weighted blanket, something the whole family loves until it becomes sentient and starts hinting to a chosen few of their futures. Or, Pete's case, it gives him trippy dreams that always feature his boyfriend's mother.

This story is available both on AO3 (along with WIP companion stories). It is also now on Wattpad. Hope you enjoy and feel free to ask me any questions about this weird universe or for headcannons about it! Also open to prompts 🙂

[number1villainstan]

Chronostasis???

Kurono Hari! Chances are this is gonna be another long one, just like Chisaki.

How I feel about this character:

Hmm, god, how do I answer this? I definitely feel something about him, but it's hard to pinpoint what. Usually I think about him in relation to Chisaki (because Chisaki is the one I focus on) but he's got a solid amount of independent lore/character building to him, so he's definitely interesting. I also definitely think that he, like pretty much all of the Hassaikai, got cheated in terms of characterization. He, like the rest of the Hassaikai, has so much potential, but apparently the show decided it didn't care about that. Ugh.

All the people I ship "romantically" with this character:

Just like Chisaki, I hc Kurono as aromantic, so the same disclaimers apply: the ships I have for him might be close to romance, but most often they aren't really romance. (Even if I do enjoy explicitly romantic versions of some of those ships.)

Chisaki: My main for him (and for Chisaki). Any OT3s involving Kurono are going to also involve Chisaki (and vice versa). I talked about this a lot in the Chisaki post, but there's some more thoughts I have on this: I think that Kurono is extremely protective of Chisaki, possibly to the point of unhealthy possessiveness; this is very much mutual. I usually set it up so that they've been together so long it's hard for them to even imagine being with anyone else without the other there.

Dabi: This one is a little bit complicated. I talked about it a little bit in the Chisaki post, but I can also see Dabi attempting to seduce Kurono away from the Hassaikai, assuming that he's pining after Chisaki/Chisaki isn't paying attention to him, and Kurono (who is already in a long-term relationship with Chisaki) deciding to have a little fun with it, with Chisaki's blessing. Dabi would have no idea what hit him.

My non-romantic OTP for this character:

Actually, an OC of mine (that I haven't yet talked about with pretty much anyone) named Quill (current 'legal' name: Yamarashi Mikan). My backstory for Kurono involves his house burning down when he's five and him living in an orphanage for much of his early life, and Quill was his best friend during those years. Once he joined the Hassaikai, she ended up running away and establishing a lesbian biker gang somewhere a good distance away from the Hassaikai base. Her name is Quill because that was the first thing that came to mind--she has a mutation quirk that makes her hair like porcupine/hedgehog spikes instead of actual hair, as well as affecting her skin (darker, likely with lighter patterns or vitiligo--I need to look up porcupine skin coloration). She and Kurono bonded over having weird hair.

I also, in some AUs, like the idea of him and Hatsume meeting--I hc Kurono as being very good at mechanics and having built most of the stuff in Chisaki's lab. Two mildly insane mechanical geniuses meeting--the world isn't ready for it.

My unpopular opinion about this character:

He's a trans man AND he's a top. Enough of these stereotypes. (Also, he got bottom surgery, because bottom surgery is a thing and I think fanfic writers forget that.)

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

Him getting more than two scenes. And also an actual solid backstory. And characterization beyond 'loyal to Chisaki' and 'can go cold/emotionless during battle.' We got hints that he and Chisaki were childhood friends, we got hints that Chisaki values him enough to not even snap at him when he says something Chisaki doesn't like, but in canon (at least in the show) we know basically zero about him. He should logically be a much more important character during the Hassaikai arc than he is, being the second/confidant of the main villain, but we still get practically nothing.

Send me a character and I'll break their ass down

[serenarosa]

Zodiac placements that I find fitting for Shadow the Hedgehog (with explanations below):

Aries/Capricorn Rising

Scorpio sun in the 1st house

Scorpio Moon in the 4th house

Scorpio Mercury in the third

Scorpio Mars in the 10th house

And Capricorn Venus in the 8th house

Feel free to throw some suggestions and or explanations of your own. Or even tell me I’m wrong for xyz reasons lol.

Explanations:

I gave him an Aries/Cap rising because he is somebody who is self-driven, he is somebody who overcomes challenges, and puts on a rather aggressive front (that’s what your rising sign is all about, anyway. It’s your persona, it’s how people perceive you).

Scorpio sun fits him best in my eyes at least. Technically June 19th is his birthday, which would make him a Gemini, but his intensity aligns better with Scorpio. Scorpio is all about intense emotions, transformation and rebirth, which I think are all themes that fit his personality and overall character. Having his sun in the first house reflects his strong presence and confidence. First house placements tend to emphasize the planet they are paired with (in this case, star) and its traits get reflected in one’s self expression quite easily. In this case, it puts a great emphasis on the intensity of his Scorpio sun and therefore, all of its traits.

Scorpio Mercuries are known for how intensely and passionately they communicate and I think this is quite fitting for Shadow. People with this placement are not afraid of diving into uncomfortable, taboo topics and exploring them. They are people who will get to the bottom of a problem/issue/topic and will look for any deeper meanings or other clues to guide them in the right direction. They are also known for being suspicious at times when they communicate. Mercury is at home in the third house and allows for a quick wit. All of which I think are fitting for him.

Scorpio Moons can be very suspicious of others, they prefer to process their emotions alone (sounds like somebody? 👀), although not as much as Pisces, and feel their emotions very intensely. Scorpio Moon can also make one’s emotions feel complex and difficult to handle at times. This placement can sometimes give people the potential to not express their emotions healthily because of this. Their trust is not easily earned, but once they do trust someone, their loyalty is not easily forgotten, so betrayal can hurt those with this placement that much more. Moon in the 4th is at home here, and has strong attachments and connections to their past and their childhood, which I find very fitting for Shadow since he is very attached to his past (for obvious reasons, but even before he lost his memories, his past and his desire for vengeance motivated him). Moon in the 4th can also be indicative of a very important feminine and/or family figure in the person’s life, which would be Maria in Shadow’s case. Traditionally, it would be associated with the mother being very important in a person’s life, but the 4th house (ruled by cancer) is also in charge of your family, the past, and tradition so take that as you will.

His Mars and Venus placements have tripped me up the most, but ultimately, I decided to go with Scorpio Mars and Capricorn Venus. So my boy has quite the Scorpio stellium. I decided to go with Scorpio Mars because for him because those with this placement are definitely the kind to plot their vengeance against those who wrong them, they can exploit others to obtain their goal, and can even be ruthless when it comes to getting what they want. This is a placement that’s full of determination, passion, and strong will, especially since that Scorpio is at home in Mars, given that Mars is one of the planets that rule this sign. I decided to go with the 10th house because it gives this placement a bit of grounding, thanks to Capricorn’s influence. Mars in the 10th house is ambitious and will steadily and patiently work towards their goals no matter how long it takes, which I can see in Shadow quite a bit.

His Venus was a bit tricky to figure out. I was going to go with a Scorpio Venus initially, but ultimately I chose Capricorn since that he is often seen as cold by others unless he shows them otherwise through his actions and this is quite characteristic of a Capricorn Venus. They are also rather goal oriented in their relationships and are very no nonsense when it comes to how they feel. Simultaneously, they take a while to be vulnerable with others. Much of their affection is shown through what they can do for you, what they can provide and through their actions, which I can definitely see for him especially in regards to his relationship to Maria. BIG reminder here that Venus isn’t just about romance, it’s also about how you relate to others and your friendships and this includes your family too! (Before anyone misconstrues this, they are siblings your honor!!!) I decided to go with an eighth house placement because it gives an emotional, sensitive side to an otherwise grounded and level headed Venus. This is somebody who wants to wants nothing to do with mundane, superficial relationships (including friendships) but also has an aversion to being vulnerable with their deeper emotions. All of which, again, are quite fitting.

And that’s it! Sorry for any grammar/spelling errors, I’m on mobile and my autocorrect sucks ass. If you read this whole thing, have a pastry of your choice!

[echoweaver]

Life update since I still have no content.

I have been really low mood for the last few weeks, and creativity has been hard. I’m poking around at what the problem is, but as my wife and I say so often these days, “There are so many options.”

My wife spent last week away at a conference, and my kid is away at horse camp for a month, and partly I think I just don’t want alone time as much as I think I do. But the wife is back.

We only got to have one child, who is now 11, and I realize how lucky we are for that, even though it still hurts that infertility and failure to adopt stopped us there after years of trying. Add that to the fact that my only brother hasn’t spoken to me (civilly) since 2017, and I’m a big-family person with an artificially shrunk legal family. I am really, really sick of grieving over kids that have never existed. I’m not stuck on traditional family. My kid’s one-time babysitter has drifted into a daughter-like role over time. She’s been staying with us while she gets her career going after graduation from college. It’s a slow, vulnerable process that we have taken slowly -- kind of a hedgehog’s dilemma.

We’re also going to be hosting a US asylum seeker for a couple of months as part of a program to provide lodging and resources to asylum seekers while they’re waiting for a work permit. (The charity is ArCS Cluster, and it looks like it’s just a Greater Boston thing.) Our first guest seems like a very sweet young woman with a lot of common interests, but shy.

I think I just like having more people around at home, even if we’re not interacting. A lot of my hobbies are solo hobbies, but it turns out I still don’t want to do them in isolation.

The other achievement on my bucket list is writing. I have a (pretty bad) finished novel that I shopped around to agents for a while before deciding that this was the first novel that should go into a drawer as a learning experience. I have a half finished fantasy novel that I have a lot of confidence in. I also have a fairly detailed outline for a trilogy that I'm excited about. The trilogy is actually fanfic, in that it uses an existing world and history, though the plot and arguably the characters are all original. I haven’t written very much prose since my kid was born, though. Mostly I write Sims stuff here. There’s a.... wall there that I need to climb over, emotionally. I’m kind of afraid of writing seriously again, though it’s hard to say what exactly I’m afraid of.

The world of writing professionally has kind of fallen apart since I was shopping my manuscript around. Breaking into big publishers has become almost impossible without inside contacts. There are small indie publishers, but most advice I’ve seen is that you’re better off self-publishing. That seems like a huge leap of faith in oneself. What do I want out of writing? Really, I want to be read. Be it self-publishing or fanfic, I don’t know how to attract readers, and I’m afraid of not being read. I don’t want to pour my soul into something again (like I did with adoption I guess) and have it come up empty.

I don’t have a manuscript I’m ready to make available anyway. It turns out I don’t write linearly, so I’m not sure I can release chapters of an incomplete novel anyway -- at least not yet. I guess the first thing I need to do is to make myself pick up those projects and write. This essay is me psyching myself up.

PS: The trilogy is Star Wars if you’re curious. It is a from-scratch AU reimagining of the prequel story built from the bones of what I thought it would look like before the Episode 1-3 movies were released. I don’t know if has much of an audience. I’m writing it for me.