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Hi M anon!! I’m so sorry this took me so long. I’ve played around with the idea a bit, hope you don’t mind. Tagging @a-shipping-life who requested something similar. Enjoy!!

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“This is....”

Crowley’s voice trails off as he views his surroundings. When he’d imagined post-armageddon, he had always thought of fire and brimstone. Or, depending on how the war ended, sickening rounds of celestial harmonies, on repeat- listening to it all from behind bars in a pit. Instead, three years into the Third Testament, the New Era, the Age of Satan’s Spawn, and Crowley’s attending children’s birthday parties. Apparently.

The back garden of the Young family household is perfect for a party- according to Azirphale. A nice little closed off area, with some nice bunting and nice cake and a nice view of the Cotswolds rolling in the distance. Kids and family friends, together, having a nice time. All a bit too nice for Crowley’s taste, who’d preferred the bratty parties Warlock’d had, with nasty children and inappropriately dangerous presents (Nanny Ashtoreth had been the one to anonymously give Warlock a bow and arrow set).

Crowley takes his stand beside Aziraphale, wincing at the ensuing fourteenth birthday party. He needs a shot of insulin with how sweet this event is. He eventually manages: “This is. Ugh.”

“It is not ugh,” Aziraphale tuts, rolls his eyes. “Birthdays are nice.”

“Exactly. Nice is ugh.”

Aziraphale casts him a reprimanding glance, but a smile is pulling at the corners of his lips. He looks Crowley up and down judgmentally and passes him a plastic cup. “Here.”

“What’s this?”

“Punch.”

“I’m assuming not the alcoholic variety.”

“It’s a fourteenth birthday party, Crowley.”

“What? The Youngs could be more progressive than you think. What harm did a bit of vodka do a teenager. Do teenagers not drink nowadays? I find it hard to keep track.”

“Not till his sixteenth,” Aziraphale says. Eyes scanning the party with as much wariness as Crowley’s had. Adults eating cake from paper plates, teenagers sitting on the grass and sulking at how lame this is.

“I can- I can almost guarantee that lot will have had a cheeky WKD before sixteen,” Crowley mutters into the plastic cup of punch.

Their gazes find The Them, who are sat on the garden bench and on the grass, conspiring amongst themselves. And Crowley thinks that whilst a couple of them aren’t really that badly behaved, Adam has a mischievous streak about him, and the others follow suit. The Youngs are probably struggling to keep up with their teenage son. But then, better the little devil use his powers to make a fake ID to grab a six pack of Strongbow from the corner shop, than to destroy the world.

Just as he’s considering this, the four of them look up at Aziraphale and Crowley. As if they’ve been talking about them.

Crowley sighs, peering at them over the rim of his glasses. “Yep. That lot are trouble makers.”

“It- are they talking about us?”

“Looks like.”

Aziraphale pouts his lips. “Teenagers.”

For a moment, they simply stand at the periphery of the party and survey. Newt and Anathema are here, who they could probably hold some awkward conversation with (“So… world didn’t end then.” “Apparently.”), however, they’re currently occupied by some of the guests from the village. And there’s a lot of other people who’ve been invited by Mr and Mrs Young who seem to be here for their benefit rather than Adam’s.

“Why are we here again?” Crowley whines.

“Because we’re his godparents.”

Crowley wrinkles his nose, peers down at the red juice that’s calling itself punch and doesn’t have nearly enough rum in it. “Not officially.”

“You were the one who assigned us that term, remember?” Aziraphale prompts.

“Suppose.” Then, because he’s feeling brave. And he gets these bouts of bravery when he’s in Tadfield. “How’s about after this we find the nearest pub and pissed. You can crash at mine afterwards.”

There’s a moment when he looks like he’s going to argue, twisting his lips primly and casting fleeting glances at Crowley. All coy. Crowley loves every daft bit of him. “Yes. That does sound good.”

“We can wash down the niceness of this pa- uh-oh. Here they come.”

Aziraphale picks up the slice of cake that he’d laid on the table behind him. A forkful hovering just in front of his mouth. “Sorry?”

“Teenagers, twelve o’clock.”

Aziraphale reluctantly lowers the fork, puts it down on the paper plate and surveys The Approaching Them. Adam at the front. And then the others disperse- going inside to do something more interesting, Crowley supposes. Now, with just Adam, it feels less like they’re about to be ambushed. The boy looks at them with that quietly expectant look he has, and has had since he was eleven when they first met. Though he’s a few inches taller than he used to be.

Dog trots by Adam’s side, and looks up at Aziraphale, pleading silently. Aziraphale brings the plate of cake closer to his chest and narrows his eyes at Dog.

“Thanks for coming,” Adam says, though he doesn’t look massively excited.

“Are you having a nice time?” Aziraphale asks pleasantly.

Adam shrugs. “Not really. Mum and dad invited all their friends and none of mine. Apart from you two, and Anathema and Newt. And obviously Pepper and people. It would be a lot nicer if there weren’t all these annoying old people, too.”

Crowley nods in grim understanding, curls his lips in disregard for said old people.

“Oh,” is Aziraphale’s reply. Then, smile wavering, “Well, it’s nice to see at least that there are people here who care about you, no?”

“They don’t even really know me,” Adam shrugs. “They aren’t here for my birthday. They’re here for the free cake and to boast about their lovely little middle class lives. It’s the perfect opportunity for bourgeoisie posturing under the guise of a birthday party- it’s actually really shallow.”

So this is teenaged Adam. And no less, Adam as a teenager being influenced by Anathema. Aziraphale looks a bit lost for words, but Crowley’s grinning like a loon.

“Well said,” he drawls through his smirk. “Any good presents?”

“Got a Nintendo Switch.”

“Very good,” Crowley replies seriously.

“Anyway,” Adam sighs, “The others have gone inside to find lactose free snacks. I should go help.Brian’s lactose intolerant now.”

“Oh, what a shame,” Aziraphale says sincerely.

“See you later.”

Adam traipses inside, and Dog follows chirpily. Aziraphale and Crowley watch them disappear.

“He’s going to be…” Aziraphale shakes his head, exhales through pursed lips.

“Ball-buster, that one.”

“Yes.”

Some very nondescript music plays distantly. It looks as if Mr Young is attempting to hook up his phone to bluetooth speakers and is struggling, crouching on all fours to inspect the wiring. There isn’t any wiring, is the problem. It’s a wireless speaker system. But that doesn’t seem to have occurred to Mr Young- bum in the air and face buried in Apple technology.

“Oh- oh bother. Why am I like this?”

Crowley turns to see Aziraphale has dropped cake down his waistcoat. He’s holding out the offending plate of cake and frowning at the mess- multi-coloured frosting and sprinkles everywhere. Dog is absolutely delighted, eating the scraps by Aziraphale’s feet.

Aziraphale gives Crowley his sad, cherub eyes. Crowley looks back, pouts his bottom lip. Oh, diddums.

“Would you…?” Aziraphale asks. Looking at him through his lashes.

He gives it a long moment- gives Aziraphale a few seconds to enjoy himself, gives Aziraphale the impression that he needs to work to convince Crowley. He doesn’t.

Crowley snaps his fingers, cake gone. More than that, he turns to fetch him another slice.

And he makes that little flustered smile. The one that makes Crowley putty in his stupid angelic hands. “Oh, thank you.”

“Alright, alright,” Crowley waves a dismissive hand over his shoulder as he goes to get more cake.

There’s the cake- half of it left, at least eight slices. There’s the stack of paper plates. He looks up- no one around. He takes a slice as quickly as he can, not wanting to be cornered by any of the horrifically boring guests.

Then:

“Can I ask you a question?”

Crowley spins round to find Adam. Oh, that’s fine. Adam’s not a boring octogenarian. “Questions? Love questions. Shoot.”

“None of the others believe me,” Adam starts, hands in his pockets, expression as cool and collected as ever. “I’m pretty convinced, but it seems rude to tell them I know when I haven’t even asked.”

“Asked what?”

He’s busying himself with cutting a slice of cake, paying attention but not feeling the need to give Adam his undivided attention. That is until:

“You two are married. Aren’t you?”

A perfect slice of cake had been balanced on the knife in Crowley’s hand. And then Adam had said that. So now, he’s got a perfect slice of cake splattered all over the table. And Adam’s got a speechless demon, steaming from the ears. Literally, steaming from the ears.

“Wh-wh-wh-wh-wh-”

“So,” Adam’s eyes widen a little, and he nods slowly. “You’re… not. Married.”

“I’m- you’re- what? Who- why’re- listen,” he says, pointing a paper plate at the son of Satan, “You have no- what did- did he? Where did-”

This could take forever, and they both know it. Crowley’s mouth is a broken record. His brain has disconnected itself entirely from the rest of his body. For a demon who can speak multiple languages, who can speak tongues, he can’t for the life of him speak any of them well. Thus, Adam makes the executive decision of saving him from this never-ending, hellish loop of inarticulacy.

“Sorry for making it weird,” he says, not looking that sorry, “The two of you are just so obviously in love, I figured you guys were married. And gay marriage was only legalised recently, cause, like, homophobia and stuff. So I figured that you didn’t have rings because- are you OK? There’s smoke.”

“What?”

“There’s smoke. Coming from your head.”

Right, so he’s progressed straight from steaming from the ears to smoking. Fantastic, perfect, excellent. It’s probably from the speed that his thoughts are spinning; his brain going so fast, so out of control that it’s generated enough mental friction to cause a fire. Thoughts like-

-me and Aziraphale married a wedding what would we wear where would we live would we live together perhaps we’d have a garden and I could cook for him and he could knit me socks like the socks he gave me for Christmas two years ago and oh holy fuck is it that obvious that I love him does he realise does Aziraphale know does he love me back he loves me he loves me not he loves me he loves me not he loves me-

-OK, he can smell the smoke now. Just wonderful.

Then, from across the garden, Crowley hears Aziraphale exclaim: “Married?”

Pepper is staring at him like he’s an idiot. Aziraphale’s staring back at her like he’s gone catatonic. Holding an empty paper plate. Mouth hanging open. Eyes widening slowly, like the THX theme music should be playing in the background.

And then Aziraphale’s head snaps round to look at Crowley. Looking, as far as he can tell, absolutely mortified.

Crowley stares back.

Adam stares.

Pepper stares.

Crowley puts down the cake knife and takes a deep, nerve-steadying breath. Because whilst the world hadn’t really ended three years ago, it feels a bit like it has now.

Time to face the music, he thinks.

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Part two possibly will be written if people want one...

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Sand Man

DWN - 189

Good Point: Very loyal to those that can gain his respect, Intelligent

Bad Point: Sociopath

Personality: Calm, Cruel, Calculating, Hard Working

Likes: When a plan comes together, Inducing fear, Being able to assert his authority over others, Candy

Bio: Originally Sand Man was created to gather information on patients during sleep studies for the medical and psychiatric field. During this time a lack of social interaction granted to him and an unnoticed error in his personality coding caused his AI to develop improperly leaving him emotionally distant.

This problem continued to go unnoticed and the instructions to allow him proper social interaction went ignored as he was always seen tirelessly working at each task he was given. For all intents and purposes he was perfect for the job he had been assigned. Problems did not start to arise until he was given orders to work with patients suffering from night terrors and nightmare disorder. He instantly grew fascinated with the fearful emotions that would show through even deep sleep where every other human he had worked with before would sleep peaceful with little to no expression. His first experience with an extreme human emotion quickly turned it into his favorite.

It didn’t take long for him to start growing attached to watching the patients with the most advanced cases of these disorders to the point of hating when they had to leave. His obsession with seeing these fearful personalities led him to pursue discharged patients. Using his medical knowledge from his job he would use various drugs to put them into medically induced comas. He was delighted during this time to find that those emotions of fear shown brightest as he was chasing them down.

It didn’t take long for him to him to be found out and to be scheduled for immediate deactivation. Before his AI was destroyed and body scrapped he was stolen by Wily and reprogrammed for combat purposes.

Job: Sand specializes in psychological warfare. Using his sleep wave, he both blinds and digs up the worse fears of his opponents making them easy targets. He is also an excellent liar and smooth talker which he uses along with his nonthreatening appearance to try and befriend his enemies long before they realize his true colors.

Weapon 1: Sleep Wave

Sand generates a signal in a 20 foot radius around himself. The immediate effect of this signal is a loss of vision to any robots caught in this area, the secondary effect is it starts a forced standby (aka Sleep) in the blinded robots. If a robot can not get out of this radius within 30 seconds they go into standby (Sleep). The blinding effect of the weapon wears off immediately if the robot can step out of the range and the 30 second countdown resets.

If Sand can manage to force a robot into sleep mode he can cause them to experience their worst fears and nightmares by accessing memory files.

Sleep wave also emits an infrasound that induces fear and dread in humans and animals close enough to hear it.

Due to how hard it is to keep a robot holding still long enough to put an enemy into sleep mode with the short range of his attack, Sand prefers to try befriend enemies first and trick them into a situation that gives him the upper hand to use it. If he can not he uses the blinding effect to at least confuse and disorient a target. Or he will try to find robots that have already gone into sleep mode.

Weapon 2: Crescent Shot

Right arm buster that fires a crescent moon shaped shot. Damage output is mediocre and applies cutting type damage.

Other:

Sand can sometimes be found with La Lune a large robotic moon robot that he uses for transportation and battle. More info on La Lune can be found here.

Due to his body being small Sand can easily be overpowered by a few well placed shots if the opponent can hit him.

Weakness: Light based weapons such as flash stopper due to his eyes being designed for work in dimly lit or perfectly dark areas.

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Mixing food waste with wood chips and other products make it less smelly (therefore less appealing to bugs). Brown materials offer carbon and consist of things like woody clippings and paper, pine needles, dry leaves, pruned shrubbery, stained paper, paper and wood chips. Greens produce nitrogen and consist of vegetables and fruit waste, turf clippings and coffee premises.

To help keep away rats and other interested celebrations, Bennett suggests burying the "greens" under the browns (4 inches of browns on top must do it). Related: 30 Eco-friendly Cleaning Products Make sure to moisten dead leaves, wood chips and other dry product as you add it to the stack.

By taking these basic actions, you'll have compost that dissatisfies the bears, possums, foxes, raccoons, skunks and yes, even rats, and creates some rich soil for you in a matter of months. Kathryn Olney is a self-employed author and editor who has acted as a press reporter and editor for California, San Francisco and Mom Jones magazines.

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However prior to you do that, here are some tips: Mice do not like wet bedding conditions. Soak your pile well in the fall when mice are moving out of the surrounding terrain and in to your pile. Take advantage of warm snaps, if possible, to wet down your pile some more.

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He claims that the best remedy for mice is to exist side-by-side. Mice need a location to live, too, he says, and after all they do not actually do any harm and may even help the compost. That's when we tell him about the northward spread of hantavirus and the general spread of Lyme illness.

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I have rats in my compost pile. When I go to add something in my enclosed plastic bin, they'll scurry out of the bin through tunnels they have actually dug into the compost. Is this a problem? Could they be contaminating the compost? Are they consuming all my excellent composting products? Should I take actions (like traps) to get rid of them?.

Keeping rats out of compost pile is a seasonal issue. Picture:/ Flickr/Forgive me composters, for I have put vegetable scraps into the council green bin. It has actually been two years since my last composting. Well, that's not rather real. I have actually been composting green waste from the garden, by which I mean I toss clippings in the compost bin all year round and empty it each spring, to combined results. Ask Pest Busters Birmingham for more information.

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I have a rat problem, you see. I do feel strongly that we should take care of as much of our own waste as possible, and understand that lashings of garden compost will enhance my claggy soil, but when you are seeing rats scrabbling around where your very first born was crawling a few hours previously, such deserving concerns fade and adult hysteria takes over.

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You are likewise supposed to leave the lid off so that the rain gets in and makes it an uneasy place to nest, or even to get rid of the bin completely so it is open to the aspects. I handled to do the latter (before running away extremely rapidly) but could not quite bring myself to put a can of water onto it, in case the rat babies came running out and up my leg, or something.

So I provided in, and every week my potato peelings, carrot tops and cauliflower leaves have been bundled up in newspaper and dispatched in the recycling lorry, to end up being somebody else's problem. I dislike to see all this great things leave, so I have actually now placed my faith in bokashi.

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Here is an interesting set of rules and guides from the Pest Busters website regarding dealing with pests of all kinds that want to take up home with your own property (without your consent).

Check out these “Rules” and let me know what you think...

10 Top Rules for Dealing with and Preventing Pest Control in Birmingham

Unwanted critters can be a real problem if they make their home in your property but following a few simple rules can help to establish efficient pest control in Birmingham.

Keep bins secure

Rubbish bins invariably contain lots of discarded food, including meat. Sealed with a lid this should be no problem in regard to pest control in Birmingham. However open and overflowing bins outside your home will act as an open invitation to rodents looking for a warm, sheltered home with a ready supply of food.

Monitor compost

Compost is an economical and environmentally-friendly way to deal with food waste. Managed carefully this is an excellent way to feed your garden. However to make sure rodents don’t make their home in your compost ensure the unit is secure and food scraps are not dropped on the floor nearby.

Be careful feeding birds

Pest control in Birmingham is familiar with urban problems that can encourage rodents – and one that people may underestimate is birdfeed being knocked to the ground as easy pickings. People also need to be careful what food they put out – avoid cooked food and use bird feeders that are designed to contain the food.

Seal up cracks

Cracks in the fabric of your house can present creepy crawlies and even rodents with an easy way into your home. Once a year carry out a visual check to make sure your home is in good repair.

Look out for damp

Certain insects thrive in damp conditions so when considering pest control in Birmingham make sure that you don’t have any unnecessary areas of damp in your home, such as under sinks, in kitchen cupboards or in corners.

Vacuum regularly

A good vacuum cleaner is an important tool in pest control in Birmingham. Regularly vacuuming your home will help to remove any bugs that may have found their way in as well as their eggs.

Clear up crumbs

Always take the time to clear up food crumbs as these provide an easy food source that can attract pests to your Birmingham home.

Check windows and doors

Just as fixing cracks in the fabric of your home is important to pest control in Birmingham so is checking that doors and windows close properly and that the seals are intact. Any gaps could become a vulnerable point.

Keep outdoor areas tidy

Piles of leaves by the back door, un-cleared garden clippings and neglected garden areas can become havens for bugs and rodents when considering pest control in Birmingham.

Call in the pest control experts

The most important point to remember is to call in expert pest control help in Birmingham at the first sign of a problem to stop it from escalating any further.

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So what do you think? Are these practical tips and guides to follow?

If you have any of your own tips or corrections to these tips let me know.

If you want to know more about the guys at Pest Busters (Birmingham) their details in the UK are:

Pest Busters (Birmingham)

Highfield Farm, Middle Lane, Kings Norton, Birmingham B38 0DX 0121 695 9076 www.pest-busters.co.uk

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If I go forward with this story, I hereby dub it “Sonic the Hedgehog: Attoseconds”.

(Portrayal of Amy here was largely inspired by @mexicansausage ‘s older!Amy au. This is that story I was talking about when II did that sketch!)

Chapter 1

Six months. Six months of pushback in South Island against the Metal occupation, and it all came down to this moment. Completely surrounded by a squad of Buzzbombers, staring up at the sinister engineer of her planet’s fall. Not exactly how Amy Rose pictured herself going out. But then, Amy also didn’t picture her world being taken over by a mad scientist.

Either way, the pink hedgehog cursed under her breath for her glaring lapse in judgment. When she heard Robotnik would be overseeing the installation of a Creature Capsule in Green Hill Zone, she nearly broke her ankle racing out the door to confront him on her own home turf. She had been so preoccupied thinking about how she knew Green Hill better than the mad tyrant ever would, she hadn’t even bothered to call up anyone to accompany her. The image of her hammer plowing into that pale gourd of his was more than enough to overrule any tactical thinking Amy might have done. But what bothered her more was that she allowed Miles to catch up to her and get himself mixed up in this predicament as well. Even if the boy was as smart as Robotnik, he was still just that: a boy. Gaia’s sake, he was only fifteen years old. She loved the little fox like her own blood, but he shouldn’t have been out in the field. His skills were far more valuable in the workshop. Not to say that he was inept when it came to combat, she just… she wanted him to be safer.

“Well now, Miss Rose…” a vile hiss of a voice emanated from the machine-man above the two Freedom Fighters. “Do you suppose that, perhaps, you’ve bitten off more than you can chew?”

“Shut up, Tin Man,” Amy snipped back at him. “I can take you.” She kept a stern expression in an attempt to conceal her bluff.

The Doctor grinned, calling it quickly. “If I were here alone, perhaps. But you can’t muscle your way through mathematics, dear girl. There are twenty of us and only two of you.”

“So?” Miles interrupted. “I can handle a squad any day.”

“All at once? I doubt there will be enough of you left to even make a scarf… Fox boy.”

“We gonna sit here chit-chatting all day, or are we gonna throw down?” Amy’s voice was harsh and agitated as she dropped two lead balls to the ground, the chains connecting them to her wrists rattling as they landed with a THUD. It was a crude weapon design, but one Amy had grown rather proficient with, able to sling the thirty-pound balls through the air at speeds enough to break through solid concrete. Not quite as fun as her hammer, but Amy wasn’t here to have fun. (Besides, she could always whip the hammer out once Robotnik was on the ground and couldn’t run away.)

“It’s been a fun little game with you, hedgehog. But I’ve grown tired of you.” Robotnik grinned. “Open fire.”

The hum of Miles’ Ion-Busters buzzed through Amy’s ears as she launched herself into the air, whipping the lead weights along behind her. She had an excellent vertical, so even with the added weight, if luck was on her side, she was sure she could get in the hit she needed before she was gunned down…

In the distance, she heard the air crack. Before she could look out of her peripherals to see what the source of the sound had been, everything went blue. A streak of ultramarine and the whip of a mighty wind tore past the girl as she rose through the air, and she blinked. When her eyes opened that split second later, all she could hear was the deafening crack of twenty explosions as the squad of badniks all burst at once. When her jump peaked, she and Robotnik were alone in the air.

This was her chance.

She swung both arms forward with all her might. The weights rocketed around her, closing in on the Doctor’s head.

CRUNCH.

Bits of metal scattered through the air as the machine began to fall, its head crushed into an unrecognizable shape.

Amy landed gracefully in front of the heap of scrap metal, swearing once more under her breath. Of course he sent an Automaton, Robotnik isn’t foolhardy or incompetent enough to appear on the MRF’s home turf. For all she knew, this was probably a ploy to judge her response time and figure out just where “home” was. Always one step ahead, it seemed.

As the disappointment passed, Amy suddenly realized that she was, in fact, still alive. The Buzzbombers had all just… vanished. What happened to make them all go down in that instant? She whipped her head around to see if Miles had done something, maybe a miniature EMP or…

“Hey! You guys alright?”

This… this was not Miles. Miles was off to the side, his Ion-Busters folding back into his gauntlets. The fellow standing before her was, from the looks of it, another hedgehog, just a bit taller than Amy herself. His quills were a bold blue and just a bit longer than hers, and his eyes a vivid emerald. His chest and belly were bare like hers, and he wore only gloves and a pair of bright red running shoes. He smiled at her, a crooked smirk that spoke volumes of confidence.

“… Who the heck are you?” Amy asked.

The other hedgehog tosses his eyebrows up ever so slightly, evidently surprised at her reaction. “Nobody special. Saw you two in a jam here, so I figured I’d…”

“Nobody special?” Miles interrupted. “I’ve never seen ANYONE move that fast. How did you do that?”

“Hm?” The stranger looked over his shoulder at the two-tailed fox and shrugged. “I dunno. I just… I run.”

“Absolutely not!” Miles laughed. “I’m not buyin’ that for a second! Amy’s the fastest runner I’ve ever seen, and she’s got a 0-60 of one and a half seconds. What’s your 60?”

The blue man tilted his head in confusion. “Like… Sixty? As in miles? Like… nothing.” To illustrate his point, he zipped around the two rebels in what felt like half a blink. “I mean, I average about... I dunno, 780…”

“No you don’t. That’s impossible,” Miles continued to argue. “Nobody can pull that off on foot!”

“He can,” Amy interjected. “I heard the boom before you took out those Buzzbombers. You broke the sound barrier on foot.”

The new hedgehog flashed Amy a cheeky grin. “Well, maybe I pushed it just a hair. You looked like you needed a hand.”

Amy paused for a moment. She glanced over at Miles, nodding just slightly. A smile slowly spread across his face, and he nodded back.

She looked back at the blue stranger. “What do you know about the Empire from Robotropolis?”

“The bots? Hate ‘em. Makes it a lot harder to mellow out when you’ve got badniks on your tail every day. Any enemy of Robotropolis is a friend of mine.”

Amy crossed her arms with a smirk. “Glad you feel that way. We could use someone like you on our side.”

The blue hedgehog grinned wildly. “Alright, count me in!”

“Hold on, we oughta do intros,” Miles stepped forward, placing a hand on the new recruit’s shoulder. “Miles Prower, Engineer. This is Amy Rose, kind of our leader around here.”

Amy nodded with a smile. “What about you, Blue? You got a name?”

The new Freedom Fighter looked back at the girl, the same crooked smile spreading across his face. “They call me Sonic.”

[evilsciencebros]

Agathrights: This local bug literally lives in a box and Megatron lets it crawl around inside of him to do repairs, News At 10.

evilsciencebros: You made him 10x awesome in ways I never would have expected! I love your fountain of imagination. LMAO *snuggles up inside the warrior poet*

agatharights: I kinda had the vague idea of making him either a true minicon or an uplift a while ago so it was fun to finally flesh that out!Who doesn't want to crawl around inside of megatron. it'd be cozy

evilsciencebros: *huggles the swiss army knife* He's perfect *squishes down into pancake mode*

agatharights: He just squish down.The only problem with being an uplift is that -actual- scraplets will probably follow him if given the chance, because this scraplet is bigger and smarter so clearly it has more food!And i'm gonna go out on a limb here and say that a nonsapient swarm of dumb, hungry metallovores makes for poor company, unless you're in an autobot base in which case HEY NEW FRIENDS EAT EVERYTHING

evilsciencebros: The perfect drone army. They're not allowed in the Decepticon base

agatharightsyeah: probably a good idea to not bring those homeThey can't tell the difference between autobots and Decepticons and while Oil Slick is pretty unpalateable to everything (both Junkions and Unicronians refuse to eat him, which is impressive) everybody else...

evilsciencebros: Bless. He probably has a little hidey hole for them, so they don't go wondering off. Either that, or just kills/eats them, like Movie Scalpel did with that creepy worm thing that crawled through Sam's head. LOL. Everything keeps trying to eat Oil Slick and fails miserably XD

agatharights: I'd imagine so. Scalpel can probably eat virtually anything, if given enough time for his teensy tiny mouth, since he's still got a scraplet digestive system.

evilsciencebrosI: eat with his butt

agatharights: They had to remove most of the scraplet mouth/jaws though to make room for an actual brain.

evilsciencebros: Tiny brain. An Archive worth of knowledge. That's an impressive memory chip he's got

agatharights: Excellent quantum linkage with his spark for memory storage. Whatever company made him probably priced him pretty high- he would've been top-tier medical equipment at the time

evilsciencebros: ^w^ He is one of a kind

agatharights: "He is one of a kind" "Because everything else in his production line was disposed of when they became obsolete or were deemed too high-risk." you can even ask Optimus but like "What was Cybertron like?" "It was beautiful, and terrible."

evilsciencebros: it was beautiful...but at the same time, on fire

agatharights: Well, to be fair, on fire was more after Megatron finally started calming down and realized he maaaay have literally killed Primus and was like "Mm. Okay. I'll admit, I got a little out of hand.""Lets...lets just go find a new planet."

evilsciencebros: *sweeps the old planet under the rug.* Don't worry, we can still fix this

agatharights: And then he left Cybertron, a post-apocalyptic wasteland, and somehow by the time he got back Shockwave had made it worse and he was like how did you do this? When I left this was a heap of scrap that was on fire and full of electrical storms? WHY IS IT FULL OF ZOMBIES AND PREDACONS NOW? And Shockwave was like "i thought you were never coming back ever so I panicked"

agatharights: Shockwave is the master of "picked up necromancy as a hobby, made some mistakes"

evilsciencebros: This is what happens when you don't return people's phone calls. they join cults

agatharights: And if there's no cults to join, they make their own, and when you finally show back up they're like heyyyyyy...the good news is, Cybertron's not dead, the bad news is, neither are the Insecticons and now there's so many of them.

evilsciencebros: On the bright side there's a cool spider lady who keeps them in check...when she doesn't wanna eat you herself

agatharights: I dunno about that. Season Three of TF: Matrix is basically slotted to be "Blackarachnia is pissed Megatron ditched her on Cybertron, has been selectively breeding an army of insecticons and predacons to take it out on him" Megatron, and who can blame him, was like "Alright, we need to get everyone we can off the planet before the spacebridges go dark...but do i want to be stuck in a tube floating in space with a bunch of self-replicating cannibals? Do i really?"And then effectively gave the Insecticons/predacons the wrong time/place and took off without them and they've been salty about it for a few centuries

evilsciencebros: Megatron. Can't break up with someone to save his life. Instead changes his phone number and address, and pretends to be shocked when they finally run into each other years later.

agatharights: ...god I'm terrible because the first thing that pops into my head is "Clearly, he learned that from Orion"

agatharights: Since Orion basically ditched Megatron as soon as the Decepticons started getting too hot for him to handle and then Megatron didn't see him again until he was working with Sentinel Prime centuries later.And he was like  " :) This is fine" And promptly murdered them both.

evilsciencebros: Cybertron. Died because of poor communication

agatharights: Pretty much.Which, to be fair, this problem didn't start with Megatron and Orion, this problem probably started the moment Prima was like "Guys, I know the thirteen of us are pretty happy, but what if we made a few billion more people?"

agatharights sent a GIF

evilsciencebros: I don't see any downsides to this.

agatharights: Downsides: Quintessons were like hey, uhhhh looks like you have...a lot of people there. Can we...borrow some??????"no piss off Quintessons"

agatharights: And then Unicron was like HEYYYYY LOOKS LIKE YOU HAVE A LOT OF PEOPLE THERE...CAN I DEVOUR EVERYTHING??? "NO PISS OFF UNICRON" (and then Nova Prime was like "Hey, what if institutionalized racism?" and instead of going "no piss off Nova" people were like "yeah okay" and that's Cybertronian history) The ghost of Solus Prime shaking her head like come on you guys I did not make all this shit that can literally cause miracles just so you could immediately start conquering and murdering things but she was dead so nobody listened to her

evilsciencebros: immortals need hobbies too. The only ones allowed to traumatise their OCs are them.

agatharights: "these are my OCs the entire Cybertronain race. original idea, do not steal." (and then the Quintessons, who created Primus and Unicron, were like WHOA PLAGARISM) Also oh no I realized the saddest thing that could happen to Scalpel

evilsciencebros: !!!!!

agatharights: Scalpel would've been an actual Scraplet, if very briefly (probably plucked right from a natural forge) before he was modified into a, well, a person, rather than a parasite. Which is all well and good, uplifts weren't uncommon for a long time, though they're very rare post-war

agatharights: But if he attacked Buster and Buster panicked there'd be a chance Buster's matrix abilities- including the ability to "repair" virtually anything Cybertronian given enough energy, would kick in- and Scalpel could be reverted into a Scraplet. It briefly happens to Ravage, but Ravage shares a spark with Soundwave- so Soundwave is able to re-activate his uplift status by restoring his spark (and Buster is very sorry like yeah okay the Decepticons have regularly tried to kidnap him as a power source but he didn't mean to hurt anyone!)But Scalpel being turned back into a Scraplet, even if it were temporary, sounds like a nightmare for him. Turned into a literally brainless creature (scraplets have no processors- their actions are directly connected to their spark rather than utilizing a processor)

evilsciencebros: ;-; poor baby

agatharights: He keeps biting Oil Slick and then being surprised and angry when Oil Slick tastes bad but he has no memory at the time. So he keeps trying bc Oil Slick carries him off to try and fix him ;-;

evilsciencebros: <3

agatharights: awwgh that's so sad i'm putting that in the "horrible things to potentially do to characters" folder

evilsciencebros: My boys. Looking out for each other ;3;

evilsciencebrosYou should feel bad! Poor Scalpel, reduced to something less than an animals, and poor Oil Slick trying to care for his little buddy.

agatharights: Someone on the team suggests that they should put Scalpel out of his misery, that they don't want to risk him eating someone and producing more scraplets, and Oil Slick gets so angry about it he has to leave for a lil bit, just to clear his head before he does something stupid like drop a white phosphorous grenade on them)He'd have to get fixed, eventually, but until then Oil Slick can keep him in a box and feed him scraps

evilsciencebros: OMG I hope he gets better one day! Poor Oil Slick trying, and failing, to bring Scalpel back, but unwilling to snuff out his little spark.He will murder that human boy >:/

agatharights: jskdlfaj if he confronted Buster the poor kid would be like ???!!! Because he'd have no idea what he'd done, and once he knew he'd freak out and start bawling because he didn't mean to! He's so sorry! He can fix it- he can, he can try, at least? "I don't want to hurt anyone! Please, just lemme try to fix it..."

evilsciencebros: He is very fortunate that Oil Slick is desperate and revenge can wait.Now stop pouring lubricant out of your optics and do your work weird god magic shit.

agatharights: akfdljsaf poor babies. At least Buster can probably undo it. Might take a bit, though, and a lot of energy. he'd konk right out afterwards, and Scalpel just re-grew an entire brain so he's very tired too.

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Style DIYs Perfect for Beginners

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Style DIYs Perfect for Beginners

make-your-own style pieces, stylish DIY projects, wearable beginner crafts

Perhaps you’ve never picked up a glue gun or maybe you’ve already started to dabble in DIY, but either way, simple fashion projects can work wonders for your closet. Some tutorials seem intimidating, but remember: You have to start somewhere! Even if you work on small projects, the practice quickly adds up. Projects that require little to no sewing are especially well suited for novice crafters. Need help getting started? Check out our list of easy DIYs for beginners. 1. No-Sew Pocket T-Shirt A patterned pocket transforms even the most basic T-shirt into a statement piece, and this DIY shows you how to do it. It requires no sewing skills, making it a great project for the blossoming DIYer. Once you finish one, you could find yourself making a pocket for everything!

2. No-Sew Patchwork Jeans Take a tip from the runway and dress up your jeans with this designer-inspired DIY. Despite the mix of denim scraps, your jeans will match everything and anything. Fusible webbing tape and an iron makes this project possible, no sewing needed.

3. Lace-Trimmed Plaid Top Do you have an old shirt or five hiding in the back of your closet? We’re right there with you. Turn them into fun and flirty lace-trimmed tops with this easy no-sew project. With a healthy dose of fabric glue, you’re already halfway there.

4. 1 Yard, 2 Scarves Once you’re ready to take on some sewing, try your hand at making two scarves from one yard of fleece. The first version requires only simple straight stitches, while the second doesn’t even require sewing. Forgiving fleece doesn’t fray, making it extremely easy to work with.

5. Sweater Leg Warmers As you continue to hone your sewing skills, try upcycling an old sweater into a pair of cozy leg warmers. This tutorial uses both machine and hand sewing, providing great practice for both techniques. You’ll also learn how to sew a button to fabric.

6. Jeweled Fleece Head Wrap With just a few stitches, you can turn leftover fleece into a cozy and chic accessory. Making a head wrap from remnants will show you just how useful scraps can be for smaller projects. This DIY also re-purposes a vintage brooch, letting you add a unique touch to your creation.

7. Lace-Back Button-Down Once you’ve learned how to sew in a straight line, you can turn an old men’s shirt into a feminine layering piece. We chose lace for our version, but you can also use an old scarf or printed shirt for a different look. This DIY is fairly simple, but can still make quite the impact.

8. Knotted Chain Necklace If you’re just starting to make jewelry, try this awesome stash-buster project. Simply gather those random chains and combine them into a statement necklace. You’ll get excellent practice working with jump rings and various types of chain.

9. Reusable Shoe Clips Taking on your first shoe project doesn’t mean you need to make a pair from scratch. These reusable shoe clips are ideal for switching up the look of shoes that you already own. Because the DIY requires you to take apart old earrings ad buttons, you’ll learn about the structure of different components.