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[bumblehoneybee]

Cartoon Male Bunny Reader x Cartoon DogDay?

Also how's your day?

Hare and Hound

Dogday isn't selfish. He isn't possessive either, no matter what the others said. It's just. . . You're his friend! He befriended you first, out of all the others! So he should be first on your list of people to hang out with.

But then here comes Hoppy wanting a race, or Kickin wanting to wrestle. Bobby wants to cloud gaze and Bubba has a book to recommend. Crafty thought of a new art medium, wanna join her? Catnap is snoozing beneath the tree if you're tired! Hungry? Picky has a new recipe!

And what about Dogday? He doesn't really have anything specific in mind, when it comes to time with you. Sure, he's never had a plan, but that didn't mean others could come in and invade your time together! He let them hang out with you on their own, so he deserves the same courtesy!

So no, Dogday isn't clingy or possessive or selfish, but he is tired of not having alone time with you! So he plops himself in your lap, playing with your long ears and growling whenever someone else gets too close. It's not nice, but he'll apologize later.

Right now, you're finally his, and your hands are stroking down his back and it feels right.

"You know. . ." You drawl, twirling the fur of his tail. "You're pretty cute. . ." Dogday's ears perk up. ". . . when you're jealous."

Dogday shoves himself up, balking at your immediate laughter. "I-I am not jealous! What are you talking about?? It's just- it's-"

"You're growling at your friends when they come over-"

"Cause it's my turn!" Dogday shouts. He doesn't care if the whole world hears it, but you need to understand! You're his friend, he needs you to know! "Everyone has gotten to hang out with you alone, and now it's my turn! I was nice and waited to go last and everything!"

"Aw, Dogday. . ."

He's surprised by your smile, lopsided and touched, but he doesn't resist your grabbing hands. He's been overdue for a hug anyway, and yours have always been the best, not that he'd ever admit it. He settles against you, tailing slowly wagging across the grass.

"You're my best friend." Dogday whispers, tracing the design of your pendant.

"You're my bestest friend." You whisper back.

"Oh, yeah? We'll you're my bestest-estest friend!"

And you try to outdo one another until the cows come home. Or specifically Bobby, who scolds you both for staying out too late, but doesn't stop you from racing to Dogday's house for an impromptu sleepover.

"Boys." Bobby sighs to herself. "They're the bestest friends and the biggest idiots, I swear."

[marleysfinest]

GET NOMINATING BITCHES LET’S GO

[bellafragolina]

Sneaking back into the ask box :>

Submas x Older!sibling who raised them

Older sib has a best friend-kinda-lover, like David and Nani from Lilo and Stitch - someone who was always there and helped Sib with the twins whenever they could.

Finally decide to make things official and tie the knot a few years after the twins move out.

Ingo and Emmet are flabbergasted that it took so long.

ooooh but who shall this lovely lover be??

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You still remember the early days, when things were turned on its head. When your world narrowed so completely, encompassing only two twin souls, and barely anything more. Your boys were your focus, your everything, yet there was always just enough wiggle room to allow Cheren a spot in your heart.

How could he not take space? Not only did the boys love him, but he was always there for you. A dearly beloved friend when others were lost to the distance of their own lives, a reprieve from the ocean of guilt and stress and panic that you were not enough.

You lost count of the nights spent crying in his arms, with the twins asleep just a room over.

"You just relax a bit." Cheren would say to you, with Emmet tugging on his arm and Ingo begging to see his Haxorus. "I'll take them to battle the local trainers. We'll be back by dinner. Shall I bring something?"

"I'll make us curry." You would reply, to the cheers of the boys.

It was almost domestic, despite how you were both teenagers just trying to find your place in the world. Cheren found his place easily, unlike you. Running a gym and teaching at the Aspertia Trainer School suited him well, and it made you so proud to see him grow into someone so wonderful.

With all of your attention on the twins, however, you found yourself fairly stagnated in life. Cheren did his best, with the help of Ingo and Emmet both, but you were firmly in place. You worked hard at what jobs you could find, saved money, got the twins through school.

But as they also achieved their dreams, you stayed where you were.

"Go out." Emmet pushed you towards the door, still dressed in his work uniform. The green uniforms were not your favorite, but he was so happy with it, so you said nothing. "Be social. You are a hermit."

"Emmet." Ingo groaned, as you started to cross your arms. "Please."

"I am Emmet. I am right."

Ingo turned to you instead. "Please, go out and enjoy yourself. You worked so hard to raise us, but you never lived for yourself."

"That's not true." You argued, though a part of you deep down, one buried beneath responsibility and pride, raged that it was true. You hadn't had much of an identity since you became the sole caretaker of your brothers. "I've done plenty of living. Just because you were there too-"

"Cheren is here." Emmet piped up. You spun around, surprised to see the man stood in the entryway. "Tell them they're a hermit."

Cheren cocked a brow his way. "Can you blame them? Dealing with you leaves anyone exhausted." Emmet blew a raspberry, striding off back into the house. "Fix your tie!"

Emmet just blew a louder raspberry.

"Good evening, Cheren!" Ingo greeted happily. "Please take care of them!"

"Excuse me!?" You shouted, but you were ignored.

"I will." Cheren nodded. "I'll make sure they relax. Maybe we can find a Pokémon for them."

"My starter is fine."

"If you want to battle with us, you need a proper team." Ingo argued immediately. "Emmet and I have jobs now! We can afford another few Pokémon in the house."

"But-"

"Please!" He begged, clasping his hands before him. "Please. . ."

It wasn't often Ingo was at a loss for words, but as his mouth opened and closed, brows furrowed and face tinted red, you found yourself speechless as well. Cheren's hand found your shoulder, but you didn't look at him.

Not when your world was so upset over you not going out.

Your fight left you with a heavy sigh. "Fine. . ." Ingo lit up, bouncing on his toes. "You're in charge."

"UNFAIR!" Emmet shouted from nearby, but you ignored him.

"Lock up the house once we're gone." You instructed. Ingo nodded and nodded along. "Make sure the dishes are done. There's a load of laundry in the machine, so I'd appreciate it if you moved it over to the dryer while I'm gone."

"Of course!"

"Yep yep, we will handle it."

Cheren leaned down some, sending you a warm smile. "I think they'll manage." You followed the gentle nudge of his hand, and out the door you went. “We’ll be back soon.”

“Leave room for Arceus!” Emmet called after you, only to fold under a sharp elbow to his stomach.

You waved over your shoulder, leaning heavily into Cheren’s side once the door was closed. He rubbed your back, chuckling, and bent down to kiss the top of your head.

“Should we tell them yet?” He asked you.

“As if.” You scoffed. “It’s this bad when they don’t know. I’m not ready for how bad it’ll be when they do know.”

Cheren shrugged, offering his hand to you. You took it easily, sighing as muffled shouts of joy came from the house behind you.

Maybe this could become an all-day event. A little respite from your baby brothers would do you good. And besides, you’d been missing Cheren.

“I want a ground type.” You announced to Cheren, who grinned.

“Let’s go build you a team to crush your brothers.” Cheren agreed. “Together, we’ll show them why they’re not Subway Bosses yet.”

You laughed. Today was going to be a good day.

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Ta-da! I was gonna make a whole new OC for the David-character but figured you’d maybe enjoy Cheren instead? Hope you do!

Love ya!

~Renee

[anqueerism]

I love women!!! I love women of all types!!! Tall women, short women, fat women, chubby women, thin women, trans women, transfem women, trans masc women!! Even transmale women!!! cis women, intersex women, nonbinary women, just??? Wow!?? So many types of women?!?!? So much to love. Truly i am stunned by how lucky i am to love women

Women i love you

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[smute]

The Houseguest

Marci Calabretta Cancio-Bello

Forgiveness was sitting in your kitchen when you got home, and now rests elbows on the table to watch you reach for a knife. You scrape the papery skin from a ginger root and slice it into thin coins. You think too hard about which mugs to pull from your cupboard: you might reveal too much; should you offer the one with the uncomfortable handle? Water boils. You divide the ginger evenly into both cups and pour. Spoonful of honey. You stir slowly, eyes down as though you might be able to forget. You stir too long. Forgiveness coughs politely, so you turn, place both mugs on the table, sit. Forgiveness leans forward. You lean back. You have forgotten what it is like to live with someone who eats all your cut watermelon, picks clean the skeletal vine of red grapes, shakes water spots onto your bathroom mirror without wiping them away. What thresholds of welcome have you crossed and recrossed? Most mornings, you listen for the body to move through your house and out the door before leaving your bedroom. Most nights, you ghost around each other without speaking. But now, as the rain drizzles into gloaming, you settle into your chairs, inevitable, a cupful of hesitation finally beginning to loosen your tongues.

[aardciaga]

winter

[iswiminnachos]

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more doodlie schmoodlies for you

[priceandadvice]

Hehhedhhdh silly hc for silly hh

Guys i hc hh as trans ftm yeah please dont eat me alive 💔💔💔

[y-he-ourple-tho]

just had a nasty storm pass through, its calm at the moment but should be starting up again in a few hours. WE'LL SEE IF I SURVIVE

[gonenowaretheoldtimes]

[bumblehoneybee]

Okok so I saw that you wanted Knuckles requests and I have some capital “A” Angst if you’re up for it!!

What would happen in a scenario where Knuckles is forced to chose between his beloved, and the Master Emerald? Especially if his S/o - perhaps bloodied and beaten - is demanding he chose the Emerald over them because he’s “got a fucking job to do.”

AUGH I’m sorry, the angst is flowing rn- have an awesome day/night!!

Don't Touch

"Don't touch it." You said, voice cutting through the air like a knife. Everyone jerked back, surprised that you could make such a sound, make such an angry coldness coat your voice. Your face was just as cold. "Don't touch it."

It was golden and shimmering in the light that pierced through the rocky ceiling above. Something like this, buried deep underground, held obvious value. Knuckles was excited to see it, as was Sonic and Tails, the trio eager and interested to figure out what this new strange floating liquid gold thing was.

You, on the other hand, hung back with Amy, eyes flitting between the golden mass molding about midair and the various carvings that decorated the wall. Depictions of something long lost, people forgotten to time, they unnerved you.

The writings, the symbols, you didn't quite understand them, but you knew that most likely, they meant this new treasure was bad, bad news.

"O-kay?" Sonic drawled out, an amused if perturbed brow cocked your way. He didn't know you to be so. . . serious. "Why?"

"It doesn't seem safe." Amy piped up for you. "It shouldn't be able to move like that on its own."

"The emeralds can as well." Knuckles countered.

"The emeralds are jewels." You say, backing away. "This thing is. . . alive."

"Technically the emeralds are too. . ." Knuckles murmured. Sonic shrugged at him, running a loop around the pedestal the golden glob floated above. "What shall we do then? Leave it?"

"I could make something to contain it." Tails offered. His tails spun him up to get a more aerial view. An obvious stress coated you, body tensed and twitching like you were expecting the treasure to attack Tails. "It would take a few days, but it would solve the issue with not touching it."

"An issue only to our newest member." Sonic teased, nudging you with his elbow. You jumped, not noticing his approach. "What's got you so uptight? Aren't you excited to see your first treasure hunt be so successful?"

Any answer you could conjure up was lost on the tip of your tongue. You didn't know how to explain the foreboding sense of doom you felt looking at this treasure, but it rocked you to your very core. It wasn't doing anything out of the ordinary, still twisting and melding like it did when you all first entered, but still. . .

You felt scared.

And it was obvious to everyone. When Sonic's gentle ribbing didn't ease your mind, he grew a bit doubtful. Knuckles too was losing interest in the treasure in favor of aiding your distress. Luckily you seemed to relax as he approached, leaving only Tails near the globby gold.

"Like I said," the little fox dropped down before you, and your shoulders sank, "I can make something and-"

In the blink of an eye, everything went golden.

Everything felt. . . muffled, but your chest screamed in agony. Piercing pain rocked up and down your spine, like you were stabbed right in the heart. It hurt terribly, but your throat was too clogged to cry out. You couldn't even claw at yourself, to try and escape the muffled pain that was sinking into your very bones, cause your arms were lax and useless.

And you couldn't breathe.

Knuckles' immediate reaction to watching whatever that gold shit was pierce through your chest was to punch it, but the liquid metal easily cradled his fist and sent him flying back. He could hear the others crying out, a mix of your name and exclamations of what wasn't working on the new found monster, but over all that he could hear the sound of you choking.

And you were, stood there gilded and losing shape fast. Your body drowned in shimmering yellow, giving rise to a new figure, bulging and bulky, with red eyes that surveyed the scene around it. Soon, a smile cracked across its face.

Then Sonic slammed into its side. A distinct hiss rang out from the beast, a crater in its body from where Sonic hit. It sizzled a weak blue color from his strength and power, but quickly refilled its shape.

It gave Knuckles an idea of its weakness, however, and he called out to the others. "Fire! It can't take the heat!"

"Already on it!" Tails replied, readying some large gun Knuckles didn't see him pack for the trip. A wall of flames spewed from the tip. The beast shrieked at the heat, slithering away, towards the wall. "Get back here!"

Tails gave chase, flying up towards the open ceiling while the rest raced to climb up after. Upside, in the sunlight, the creature shined bright enough to blind. Knuckles squinted against the sheen, watching it twist into the air with a crackling laugh.

You were inside it. This bastard had taken you hostage, and was now-

"It's headed for Angel Island!" Amy cried, pointing to the streak of gold now tearing through the sky. "Knuckles-"

"Get something to contain it!" He demanded, already racing towards the nearest teleporter to take him back home.

"Knuckles and I will protect the emerald!" Sonic shouted, volunteering himself as aid, to Knuckles' half buried irritation.

"And we're going to save them!" Knuckles snapped back. "Even if it kills you."

"Kills me!?"

Knuckles didn't spare a response.

By the time the pair made it to the island, the monster was already circulating the emerald. Something appeared to hold it back from consuming the gem, allowing Sonic an opening to slam into the beast once again, knocking it away from the alter.

Were you in there? Were you fighting? Were you alive?

Knuckles threw himself into battle. He caught Sonic on his recoil, throwing the hedgehog back at the monster. The extra momentum made a deep impact, but also meant that Sonic was thrown across the island, hopefully aimed for land. Knuckles didn't have time to check as he blocked whips of golden goo from splitting his face in half.

He threw punches back at the beast, fighting through the uncomfortable vibrations that shook through his arms. But all the while, he couldn't help but wonder: was this hurting you? The monster shuddered and bent beneath his attacks, but didn't seem to feel them. Were you feeling them? Was he hurting you?

A rouge tendril of gold whipped out, clipping Knuckles on side and spilling the first blood onto the ground. He grunted in pain, scolding himself for getting distracted, only to balk at the splat of the beast hitting the floor.

It was as sudden as your devouring. The beast shuddered, whining in a high pitched cry of a voice. It lowered towards the ground, melting into more of a tall blob, but before Knuckles could throw a punch, it opened.

The golden, metallic flesh peeled back, exposing you amongst the amalgamation. Your eyes were bloodshot, exhausted. There were veins of gold webbed to your body; were they draining your energy? Your life?

“Knuckles,” you croaked out, and he hated how his name sounded like it was being peeled off of your throat, “it’s okay.”

“It’s NOT okay!” Knuckles shouted back at you. His hands clenched and unclenched into fists, unsure of what to do, how to protect you.

“It’s okay.” You murmured, quieter now. A hand strung up in strings of gold reached out. Knuckles knew better than to touch — he had seen how that horrid thing swallowed you whole — but he couldn’t stop himself from leaning into your cold palm. “Don’t worry about me. Protect the emerald.”

Knuckles whined your name, struck by the lump in his throat.

“Do your job.” You said, almost scolding him. A worn out smile crossed your face, only to be swallowed as the monster collapsed around you.

Rage burned through Knuckles. This thing had eaten you, was hurting you, and by Chaos, was he going to save you. He could hear the yell of Sonic, racing back to the battlefield, hear the distant whir of machines that indicated more allies on the way.

The beast made a lunge for the emerald. Knuckles intercepted it, and thus the all-out brawl started once again.

[crowcussion]

another one scheduled to go up exactly on my birthday, WOO WOO YAYAYAYAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME

also nice it’s on a saturday this year

[sistermp3old]

finally gonna watch sopranos

[tiberius-kirks]

ohg bad mental day today!!!

[sar3nka]

No one can hurt me because whenever I was in someone's life I was always That Girl ^__^ the ego boost alone is enough to make me immune to most things

[aardciaga]

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