#zero-gravity-zero-chill

[insertsomthinawesome]

Hey, fellow "read Guardians of Ga'Hoole as a kid and subsequently became obsessed with owls" kid here! Do you have a favorite species? Mine is the barn owl.

DFLKSJDFLDS *waves* Hello Hello :D I didn't end up obsessing over owls, so sadly I don't know many of the kinds, but I think technically barn? Just because I honestly haven't sat down and thought very hard about it. Back when I read the books it was definitely barn owl tho. I thought they were the prettiest :> Oooh snowy owls were also a big fave too. I also know there are some BIG OLE BOYS and that is both REALLY REALLY COOL and mildly terrifying.

[wolfythewitch]

Speaking of Amazing Devil songs and DSMP, you've probably already figured this out since you nearly made an animatic of it, but Shower Day really does hit c!crimeboys on the head. Also, Never Love An Anchor by The Crane Wives.

this is so true i think i had an animatic wip about it

[equalheart]

enhypen using cheesy pick-up lines on you

comedic fluff! enhypen!member x reader, © equalheart REPOST FROM HYKAI

jungwon ( 정원 )

“Y/n, come here.” Jungwon approaches you, who’s sitting on the couch watching tv. Hs sits down beside you and leans into your ear to whisper something, which you don’t pull away from. “Are you a camera man- er, person? because you make me smile.” he grins and you fake gag, lightly kicking him. “That was horrible! where did you even hear that??” He sighs, now grabbing your hand while seated next to you. “It may have been horrible, but it’s true.”

heeseung ( 이희승 )

You’re just chilling on the couch with your phone and you hear someone clearing their throat behind you. You turn around to see Heeseung standing behind you. “Hey, my name is microsoft. Can I crash at your place tonight?” and the second he winks at you you lose it. Laughter fills the air and Heeseung reaches to hug you even though your still on the couch which he is behind. “Was it that bad?” he giggles. “Yeah, actually. It was. You’re such a nerd.”

jay ( 제이 )

Jay is not the type to randomly throw weird pick-up lines at you. He mainly just loves calling you petnames. which is exactly why when on a random tuesday afternoon, he goes “Life without you is like a broken pencil.. pointless.” it took you aback. of course, it was stupid sweet, but what could you even say to the poor guy? ‘yeah, you too’?? “That sucked, but also I feel the same about you, baby.” his hands glide against your waist, pulling you in from behind as you turn around to grab his face, placing a kiss on his jaw. “That’s energizing to know.” he smiles softly.

jake ( 제이크 )

“Yo, Y/n.” You look back to Jake, letting his presence take your attention. “Areyou a parking ticket? because you’ve gone fine written all over you.” He raises one eyebrow and you cringe. You get up and walk up to him, making him bite his lip—until you slap him lightly on the cheek. “Get a life.” You turn to walk away but he wraps his arms around your waist. “I’m your loser.” He says, a flirting tint to his voice.

sunghoon ( 성훈 )

You were sitting on Sunghoon’s lap, facing the tv while watching your show. His arms were wrapped around your waist, making you feel butterflies—and those did not go away when he went in to whisper in your ear. “Y/n-ah. are you a charger?” you turn your head at his question. “Do I look like a charger to you?” you raise an eyebrow and he giggles. “No, I just can’t live without you.” he smiles, showing off his fangs. You don’t even realize it, but the sight makes you blush. “Does that mean you’re a phone?” he looks at you, cuddling into you more. “If that’s what it takes for you to love me? Then yeah, I am. i’m your phone.” — “Okay, now you just sound stupid.”

sunoo ( 선우 )

“I need to tell you something suuuuuper important.” says Sunoo, while you squish his face in one hand, sitting in his lap. You hum, and he continues. “If you were a chicken,” the first part of his statement confuses you, but you let him continue when he pecks your lips. “You’d be impeccable.” he grins, awaiting your response while you squish his face once again, this time, more aggressively (in a way). “That was.. horrible. never open your mouth again.” you land another kiss to his lips, laughing to yourself.

ni-ki ( 니키 )

Riki pushes his hair out of his face, blurting some nonsense (which isn’t uncommon) as he does so. “Man, you got a hold on me.” you look over at his figure. You’re just playing smash bro’s together, what got him distracted? “What are you talking about?” you say with a slight chuckle to your voice. “I’d literally fall for you in zero gravity,” You cringe. Hard. “Ew, since when did you get so cheesy?” you both giggle, multitasking while you both aim for the smash orb. “I’m only like that for you.”

[total-karma]

MK being the only girl in the reboot cast with any chill whatsoever is genuinely so funny to me like. on one side she has scary girl, priya, julia and axel who are not attempting to hide their insanity at all and are all often be seen screaming the most blood-curdling noises you've ever whilst ripping trees out of the ground and throwing them at people out of anger/for exercise/for funsies, and then on the other side she has millie, emma and nichelle who all SEEM chill on the outside but are all approximately 0.5 seconds or the first opening line of katy perry's firework away from having extreme mental breakdowns resulting in multiple buildings being set alight and a few level 2 magnitude earthquakes.

and then there's MK who's like. guys. can you all just chill the fuck out and smoke a little weed or something. rob someone. play a video game. she's actually worried because she's also on the verge of losing it and if she has to watch priya and julia have yet another zero gravity intergalactic super-powered battle in the sky between episodes because priya accidentally used julia's shampoo again then she might also go crazy and then the only relatively chill person left on the island will be zee and NOBODY wants that

[elsewhereuniversity]

Are there any pens that need a home that no one wants?

Yes! There are! The good and the terrible both move on quickly, but there are a handful of oddities too mysterious or narrow in scope to be helpful. If you were to take it upon yourself to find them purpose, I would be grateful:

The pen that is perfectly non-conductive, which might have more use in certain tech-adjacent fields than in writing

The pen which writes in zero-gravity, and also when the writer is hanging upside down - both situations uncommon-to-rare on campus.

The crayon in this drawer for lack of somewhere else to put it, which is shaped like a waxen teddy bear and whose scent brings about a nostalgia so intense it makes tears spring to your eyes unbidden.

Three seems the right number; take them with my gratitude. And with that gratitude let me offer you this charm as well, something useful to balance out the rest: a smooth stone, perhaps basalt, which radiates the perpetual chill of the Winter Court. Combined with the thermal bag it was presented to me in, it makes for a little cooler which never thaws or grows mildew, a very practical application for something so unusual.

[blueysobssesions]

- Shadows in the snow -

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ ~ While having fun at BSAA headquarters. Little did you know, a shadow lurked in the snow-covered night, slowly making its way to the heart of the celebration.

~ Albert Wesker x reader

The BSAA Christmas bash was in full swing, and I found myself engrossed in a spirited chat with Leon, swapping stories and laughs to soak in the festive vibes. The room buzzed with joy, but little did we know, the night was about to take a dark twist.

"So, Leon, did you hear the one about Chris trying to convince everyone that reindeer were some fancy B.O.W.?" I teased, earning a chuckle from the man himself.

"That's classic Chris," Leon grinned. "I can totally picture him doing that."

As we bantered away, the door crashed open dramatically, stealing everyone's attention. Enter Albert Wesker, the unexpected guest who cast an ominous shadow over our jolly gathering. The room fell silent, and a frosty air replaced the holiday warmth as Wesker's piercing gaze zeroed in on me.

"I hope I'm not interrupting the festivities," Wesker drawled, his voice slicing through the suddenly tense atmosphere.

Chris, Jill, Carlos, Rebecca, and Claire exchanged puzzled glances, ready for action. I shot a worried look at Leon as Wesker approached, that sly grin of his refusing to fade.

"What's he doing here?" Chris muttered, hand hovering over his sidearm.

Before anyone could react, Wesker addressed the room. "Ah, the illustrious BSAA gathering. How quaint. I trust you're all enjoying your little holiday celebration."

The room tensed as Wesker's gaze lingered on me. "My dear, I couldn't resist the opportunity to witness the festivities. And, of course, to extend a special invitation."

A murmur swept through the group as Wesker extended a gloved hand toward me, a dark invitation to join him. Uncertainty hung thick in the air.

Chris stepped forward, unwavering. "What's the game, Wesker? We're not falling for your tricks."

Wesker chuckled, acknowledging Chris's skepticism. "No games, Chris. Just a dance. I thought it would be a fitting way to catch up, don't you think?"

Chris stepped forward, stern. "A dance? What's your game?"

Wesker glanced at the gun pointed at him. "No game, Chris. I've come to extend an invitation, and the choice lies with our dear friend here." He gestured toward me.

"You don't need to crash a Christmas party to see me, Wesker!" I declared, my voice firm.

Wesker's grin widened. "Drama adds excitement to Christmas, my dear. What's the holiday without a bit of thrill?"

Leon's grip tightened, the room pulsating with tension. I chose a moment of silence before questioning, "What if... I don't?"

Wesker's demeanor shifted. "You think you have a choice? You underestimate the gravity of the situation."

Comrades stepped back, wary. Chris warned, "Whatever game you're playing won't end well."

Ignoring the warning, Wesker conjured Uroboros tendrils, darkness enveloping the room. Panic set in as the once-festive party transformed into a stage for confrontation.

"I offered a dance, and you dare refuse?" Wesker's possessiveness chilled the air. "Perhaps a taste of Uroboros will change your mind."

Tendrils twisted, panic spread, and Chris prepared for a fight. But Jill intervened, "Enough, Wesker. You won't use Uroboros on innocent people. We won't let you."

Frustration flickered in Wesker's eyes. The room held its breath, uncertainty thickening the air. The choice was mine—defy Wesker and face Uroboros or find a way to prevent further catastrophe on this once-festive Christmas Eve.

⤹ - Bluey here! Thank you for reading this completely >.<

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[brothfan1997]

was thinking about how people with flight or levitation abilities would naturally rest / position themselves under zero gravity conditions and look at this! nasa’s already done it!

if u ever draw ur superabilitied favs chilling they have to look like they r sitting at a stupid invisible typewriter

[simiansmoke]

Slow Burn- DKxMario - 🐒🔧

There were plenty of activities DK enjoyed publicly: racing, bench pressing coconut trees, doing that armpit fart thing around Dad, and kicking Mario's ass. As boisterously insufferable the Kong was at times, he occasionally needed some decompression. Mostly to recharge his insufferable battery points.

Having broken through a thick layer of jungle after he had traversed out of Kong city, DK squinted at the sun in the clearing as it greeted him on his way out of the dark cover of tropical foliage. The sight that awaited him made him grin, and after flattening himself low to the ground, he tore across the field of yellow, red, and orange petals all thrumming with their internal heat.

All of the fire-flowers he disturbed lost their flames like dandelion seeds and proceeded to float away, save for the wisps DK landed on when he stopped abruptly to fall over in a pile of the warm plants. Once the wave of their floating flames passed by, he was left sunken into the remaining stems and flameless petals with a fur coat colored more cherry-mahogany than chestnut, and the tips of his fur tinged snow white.

From up on a brick sky block that sat minding its own business defying gravity, Mario had also been at ease with winding down from a day of platforming practice with the princess. Imagine his surprise when he saw the lovely plot of fire-flowers spread almost as far as the eye could see from the aerial training ground in the tropics.

Hearing the commotion below of plants being demolished like a dog loose in a garden with a bone to bury, Mario rolled over on his sunbathing perch and lowered his sunglasses to observe the scene below. Just DK being unwittingly destructive as usual. Understandable.

Once the Kong had come to a stop to lay in the field, Mario couldn't help but snort at the sight of the big guy (big HEADED mostly) co-existing somewhat peacefully with petals of all things. "You ah...come here often?" The casual remark came with a casual wave.

DK had since closed his eyes to zone out for a bit and get comfy. Too bad he kept hearing something that sounded like an Italian menace. "Sheesh, I feel bad for whatever poor, stupid animal out there that has a voice like Mario's-"

"Hey, now. That'sa fuckin' rude. You know I'm up here, right?"

A sigh escaped DK as he painstakingly opened an eye to scan the sky for Mario's block. "Wish I didn't. I'm trying to chill, dude. And you're the last person that's gonna do that for me."

"...you're in a field of literal fire flowers, DK. I doubt there's any chill down there."

"No, no there's not. Because I have zero chill for you, and you're inconveniently here so - thanks for that."

Eyes rolling, Mario lifted a hand as if to figure out the weight of the simian's unspoken request. "...you want me to leave...?"

"Nah." Positioning his arms behind his head as a cushion, DK took to examining the various platform objects in the sky like a cloud-watcher might. "Stay up there where I don't have to see you."

The glove was the last thing DK would see of the menace for a while, and it was wrapped into a fist with the middle finger extended. A silent remark.

DK chuckled at the sight before settling in for his nap.

Once he had rested his eyes enough to not be in such a pissy mood, DK lurched up after discovering a trail of saliva hanging off his chin that was threatening a trembling fire-flower. With a stretch and a back arch and a shake, he looked up to see if there were any signs of Mario still being up there. "Hey, Mushroom Breath! You still up there?" When no response came, DK cracked his knuckles. "Huhuhu...guess you don't mind if I cheeeeck."

And with that, he fired several beams of fire towards the block above him, heating the bottom of it until it glowed red.

"Mmmhm...whatsa smellin' so good? Mama's cookin'..." Mario mumbled, still blissfully napping. That was until the block started cooking him a little. Once he noticed that unfortunate fact, he was still halfway asleep and twisting around to try and find a nice cold spot on his bed of choice. By the time he woke up, released an Italian-tinted yelp and rolled himself off the block, Mario saw the ground just moments before he hit it-...

...well, his hat hit it. Wide eyed, he spun slowly to observe the upside-down world he woke up to. Yeah, it definitely was not like that before he had nodded off.

"Gettin' too much sun up there, dude? You're lookin' cooked." DK grinned, holding Mario by the foot and dangling him over the ground from a catch well-made. "Wanna cool off? I know this place in town. Serves some decent banana beer." Mostly, he just wanted one himself. He also wouldn't have hated it if Mario came along and got into a barfight for him to watch, so...there was that.

"...suuure? Wait a minute, did you just-"

"Alrightlet'sgo!" He didn't give Mario enough time to put two and two together about the plumber's mysterious tumble.

It didn't take long to arrive at the tiki-style shack; DK didn't want the journey through the monster filled jungle to take long, so he opted to sling a still dazed Mario over his back so he could gallop with all his frontal strength. Doing so also made a fun game of trying to knock Mario off and threatening him with a "if you fall off, I'm not coming back to get you!"

"Whatsa this place?" Mario wondered, glad to have his feet back on the ground (well, wooden planks) after that still half-asleep rodeo. The shack had a sign attached to its reeds with the word Mangoes Go Home painted on it. The g was backwards though.

DK wasted no time in barging in past the beads hanging on strings in the doorway, but he emerged a second later with the aquamarine nodules resting on his shoulders and spilling around him, an inquisitive smile on his face. "You comin'?"

They found their way inside the dimly-lit shack. Ocean-colored lights lit the space and gave it an underwater feel. Now this was a place one could "chill".

Mario followed closely behind DK, not sure where they were headed until the Kong chose a seat at the bar on the far end. There was actually already a glass of piss colored foam on the table in front of DK. Must have been a regular...regular and royally treated.

"One more down here!" DK waved to the bartender, a Kong with too many tattoos of eels on his calves. When the glass slid down, Mario reached out with a fumble to stop it from smashing against the wall, but DK's large goalie of a hand made it come to a stop and he nudged it forward with a snort at his company's lack of finesse when it came to grabbing fresh pours.

"Careful now. You're still all out of sorts from all that sun exposure." DK teased, eagerly knocking back the drink in front of him. Banana beer was just that...wheaty and sweet, and the perfect ending to a day spent slouching any responsibilities.

Mario observed the Kong with a hint of distaste and curiosity, he turned his attention to the perspiring glass in his glove. It wasn't...an ugly tint? Well, the lighting around the bar helped out too. Made it seem like he was sipping the bluest of sea water. Foam soaked the plumber's mustache as he sighed. "...ok. I think I need to come here instead of the mushroom juice bar with Toad." Sorry, Toad. No hard feelings.

"Hah! They suckered you into going there? I'd feel sorry for you, but uh..." DK mused while dipping his tongue in and out of his drink, partaking slowly.

"Yeahyeah. You love when I'm suffering. Tell me something I don't already know."

"OK, well...you're a loser, for one thing..."

Twilight shifted to night time as the two mused back and forth, enjoying one cold banana beer after the other.

As the night progressed (as well as the pints), the stiff conversations between them more than 'just relaxed'. Let's just define 'relaxed' as melt into a pile of goo and then mix together in a incoherent manner. There's a word for that. It's "messy".

"Oh MAN." DK sniggered while swaying a little too far from his seat into Mario's, threatening to knock the pint-sized plumber off his perch mid-sip.

"Ah-aha, whatsa mattuh with you?" With a new fresh stain of banana beer on his collar from the sudden slam of his unusual drinking buddy's flank, Mario decided he had enough liquid courage to butt the simian back in his place even though the bar had mostly emptied and it wasn't like he couldn't have just moved over to the empty seat beside him.

"No like...for REAL." There were words to this admission, but DK seemed to love taking his time finding them at the pace of a snail. At "real", he slammed his hand down on the stretch of table between them and almost caused the stain on Mario's collar to become a drenched shirt. "REAL-LY, REAL-LY, REAL talk, bro." Ignoring how the plumber busied himself with positioning his glass away from the table antics, DK leaned in with a brightness to his gaze that beguiled his current intent to make a mess. "You. Piss me off...SO BAD." Without a hint of venom thanks to the flavor of wheat and banana hops, DK's words linger briefly before he leans over to dip his tongue into Mario's drink.

"Hey-hey-hey!" Once the pink appendage penetrated the fresh beer foam, Mario jerked slightly and half-heartedly swatted the behemoth back with his gloves meeting Kong snout. "That'sa MY foam." With a slurred grumble, Mario slides his companion the side-eye around his flushed cheeks. Beer sweats and a tropical climate...what a combination. "If you don'ta cut that out, I'll remember when you'ah thirsty and send you to dip that into the latrine."

"Aww, you're no ffffun." DK laughed, elbowing Mario's shoulder...or at least what he thought was his shoulder because Kong were a lot taller than Mario was. Instead the shoulder struck the plumber's hat and knocked it off somewhere. "Oh man, though...my FACE."

"Yeaha we know. It'sa ugly." There's foam in his mustache after he finishes a swig. The banana beer... it's pretty good like DK said.

"-nooo...Prick." The Kong cackles, finding some humor in the burn despite also wanting to slap Mario off his chair at the same time, DK spins slightly in his and reaches up to press his knuckles against his own cheek. "My face is so HOT. Yes, literally and figuratively."

Mario glanced over to inspect the Kong's cheeks as they circled by. Indeed, they were fairly red. Almost as red as his get-up. "...congratulations?"

"For REAL..." DK stopped suddenly mid-spin to lean in uncomfortably close to the plumber's face and tilt his head to bare his cheek. "Feel."

"Uhm." With a hair of curiosity buried somewhere in his mustache, Mario entertained his company by placing a hand on the soft peach fuzz that made up the lawn of DK's cheek.

"Huhuhu, you're so stupid, dude." Fingers curled around the plumber's wrist, guiding it up to both their gazes. "You're wearing gloves, idiot." Apparently that was the funniest thing since K. Rool got hit by a go kart, because the Kong has to catch his breath between snorts. "Here." Trying again, DK squeezes the wrist he'd seized and leans in again to press the heat of his face against Mario's. Cheek to cheek, he butts his head forward to roll around and singe all sides of his company's face.

"DK--ah!" With the Kong's softer portion of face fussing over his, Mario wondered if the heat being shared with him had gotten a little warmer than when it had arrived.

"Oh yeah, if you think that's hot..." He grinned crookedly, scratching the hair of his eyebrow against Mario's for a moment. "I had the fireflower salad and now I can't feel my mouth." As if to demenstrate the fact, DK rolls his face forward again to maybe singe Mario on the nose with his lips. Instead, they lock with his bar buddy's mouth and smolder for a quiet moment.

Blue eyes widened and Mario reached up to slap a gloved hand onto the side of the Kong's other cheek to try and shove some space between those actually very spicy lips and his. "Bu-..urns!"

That was all DK need to start playing a game of keeping his jalapeno seed flavored lips in the vicinity of Mario's. The fight began.

With a powerful dash and shove, Mario had slammed the Kong back off of their seating and into a nearby wall decorated with banana peels (courtesy of the Kong owned establishment). "Mm-mmh!" He protested, fingers curling into the wrists of his opponent that also grappled him.

In turn, DK shoved back with a lot more momentum, keeping their lips raging together, he slammed Mario up onto the bar, knocking several bottles of jungle flower liquor helter skelter and smashed to pieces on the floor. Feeling the wet hair of Mario's beer drenched mustache, DK lazily licks to claim his share and doesn't mind when his tongue breeches the Italian-laced parting between Mario's lips, sliding along his front teeth once.

At this point the Kong's lips had begun to cool, but it didn't quite stop Mario from slashing at DK's cheeks as he had with his cat claws. Declawed, his batts went unnoticed as DK broke briefly for air and hovered over his rival's face, a small section of spittle nested in the corner of his mouth like the mirror image of one of his exposed canines. "Hah...had enough?"

It was the smug, half-inebriated taunt that convinced Mario it was much better to deny DK the satisfaction of defeating him in some way. Though defeat might have been a wiser option, given the random assortment of ethanol seeping into his shirt and DK still rocking the cherry-mahogany coat of a fire Kong. "-aha...you callin' that a'spicy?" Maybe the drinks Mario had already partaken in were a balm against insufferability, because he settled in the vapors rising around him in favor of grabbing hold of the red tie dangling above him. Spilled liquor perfumed the humid air with hints of coconut flower and deep grove vine nectar. Heady, Mario yanked the big lug's head closer and patronizingly patted his cheek. "...like a bell pepper." And as if to prove his assessment of the heat spectrum, he presented the Kong's mouth with a petty peck.

The glint of 'oh yea?' was still distinguishable in DK's half glassy gaze, but he was sure that point came across wordlessly anyway when he stubbornly rocked back into the princess-peck with the power and the gaul of an ocean wave eager to dunk a show-off in front of his girl.

Bell pepper, huh? Clearly hadn't given him the full taste of fire Kong. When he felt his tie tug him further forward, DK found little elsewhere to go. Even shoving one of Mario's legs hanging off the bar so that he could settle in with his midriff against the counter-top didn't seem like the distance demanded by the tightening noose. When he thought he might have found more room, his tongue grazed teeth again. So, he did what only a smash monkey could do and with a great hand twisted into the front of his company's shirt, quickly lifted Mario about maybe an inch or two off the table before slamming him back down.

"Pah!?" The protest is met the same thievous tongue that had stolen Mario's beer foam.

Sure that he would impart some real heat to Mario's poor tastebuds, DK enjoyed torturing the warm pocket. His larger canines clacked against Mario's with each roll of his head. A swarm of jungle hornets buzzed around in his chest and grew more and more agitated when Mario found some hair on his head to curl his fingers around and show off a grip strength that could end in a bald spot with any sudden moves.

A sound from within the pinned plumber vibrates along and passes into DK's lips. It's the soft vibration that convinced DK the spice on his lips had finally worn off, and with that realization, he retracted his tongue, but not after answering the unintelligible sound with one of his own to the back of Mario's throat.

A few deep breaths seemed to bring the Kong back to a slightly sobering setting. "I-...uh." Now faced with a newly reddened one that might need another cooling off battle, DK only stumbled back when Mario reached out to lay his glove flat against the simian's pulse. "J-just..." Noting the ravaged scene of broken bottles and overturned chairs, DK glanced over his shoulder to make sure no one was actually around before he galloped for the door. "Tell them it's on my tab! All the fucked up shit too!"

Sitting up slowly, Mario watched as DK clambered out into the night, his lips pulsing with the spice of whatever spicy ass food the Kong had used as lip balm. "Mama mia."

[thehedgehogsong]

A non-exhaustive list of things I loved in godzilla x kong: the new empire (slight spoilers):

King Kong adopting a son

Godzilla making a nest at the coliseum

An entire scene devoted to a tooth extraction

Monkey forced labour camp

Whatever was going on with Ilena, Bernie and Trapper

Additionally to the above point - sometimes a family is a King Kong scientist, a King Kong vet, a podcaster and their adopted daughter who is besties with King Kong and Mothra

Additional addition to the above points - humans only there for exposition purposes

The scene where Kong is trying to get Godzilla to help and Godzilla has 0 chill

Godzilla suddenly regaining his chill when Mothra appears like "chill babe"

Zero gravity fight scene

Shimu head pads and chin scritches

I mean there's about a million other things I loved about the film, it was fun and stupid and knew exactly what the audience wanted and gave it to us (and that was giant monster fighting with little context)

[nights-nonsensical-ramblings]

Hi :) got any knuckles headcanons? (or sonic hc in general)

Alright, buckle up cuz I’m about to live up to the third part of my name

Knuckles may have a short temper but He’s super chill and calm most of the time, Sonic is just exceptionally good at pressing his buttons.

He may act all rough and tough but he’s a huge softie and once you get to know him you’ll see his kind and gentle side.

he’s so good with small creatures and knows how to restrain his strength so he doesn’t hurt them.

Chao really, really like him. He grew up around them and know how to look after them.

It is not rare for Knux to end up in a pile chao. Especially on colder nights.

Since he can sense chaos he’s able to recognize all of his friends chaos signatures and he can tell exactly who’s on Angel Island. (It is possible for him to miss someone in the same way you can miss someone calling your name if you’re really focused on something)

It also means he gets an early warning for any chaos based moves and attacks.

His strong connection to chaos also leads to him being a target for things like ghosts.

He’s able to sense them, but they’re able to sense him. Malevolent ghosts will attack him first most of the time and ones without any true goal will follow around after him.

Knuckles’ Guardianship starts to apply to the people he cares about and anyone who hurts them will have an angry Guardian to deal with. (But he’s still willing to beat his friends up for fun because that’s a way sonic characters bond.)

He plays the aloof card, but he gets super worried when a friend is injured. Being a protector is a huge part of him and he doesn’t like to see what he protects in danger.

Less of a headcannon and more of an idea I like. (Although, with the Master Emerald this is possible.) But Knuckles with healing powers speaks to me, him being a skilled warrior who most people only see when he’s riled up for a fight, but also a gentle and kind healer that very few people ever get a chance to see.

and the idea of him being a grumpy healer who will yell at you for getting yourself into danger has plenty of entertainment value.

I love it when Knuckles get to have echidna traits. They’re such a cool animal an I think that should be acknowledged. Knuckles has big long claws like a real echidna does perfect for digging.

digging is a relaxing activity for him and he’s accidentally scared his friends many times by popping out of the ground with zero warning.

Also Since he’s an echidna he’s electroreceptive

the first time he was in a modern house he was so confused. He could sense electricity everywhere but no one else had any clue what he was talking about.

thats also another reason why he hates wearing communicators. He’s constantly able to feel electricity moving through it and it feels uncomfortable. (Tails is working on one with a lower electrical output for him)

It also means he’s the go to for finding faulty wiring. Tails just points out a room and asks him if the electricity feels weird.

The Master Emerald raised him and used its power to guide and teach him.

His ability to glide has a level of m.e influence to it. I’m not set on how much, but his gliding working the way it does can’t be 100% natural.

knuckles’ connection with the Master Emerald means that if he chose to fully tap into the Master Emerald’s power he’d have the potential to be one of the most powerful and dangerous creatures on the planet. The Master Emerald has been able to mess with time and space like it was nothing. It breaks the rules of gravity on a daily basis. It can make the chaos emeralds useless.

But Knuckles doesn’t believe the power is his to use and believes he is only there to guard it.

a situation would have to be truly, truly dire for him to choose to wield it.

Okay I still have a lot more than this, but I’m gonna cut it off here before I go on forever.

[insertsomthinawesome]

So yesterday's Stampede sure was. something huh

Its Fiiiiiine.

I love that we can't go more than 2 episodes without something absolutely going to pieces SDLFIHASILFHDSILGHILDFHDFIGHDFGH

[danzaloreley]

Trust Fall

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x harpy!Reader

Summary: The feeling of doom having a distracting and calming effect.

Warning: heights?

The feeling of danger, the sound of the rushing wind, the feeling of peace in the air. It sent adrenaline coursing through the body extending to even the harpy’s fingertips. The chill of night bringing a quiet comfort. As the force of gravity pulled, she could hear the faint playing of a cello in the distant becoming louder. A small smile appearing on her face as she opened her eyes to be welcomed by stars.

Wednesday had been a bit frustrated with the day. There was a gnawing feeling of a pair of eyes on her, yet could not find the source. She had been hyper vigilant for any suspect and was rewarded with zero culprit. Still having residual anger even after writing for her new novel, playing her cello was the next best solution.

The moment she put her bow to the strings the tension her shoulders carried eased up. All focus on the piece she desired to play. She could hear the beating of wings above, but it still didn’t deter her composure. As she finished with a flourish her eyes drifted to the figure with frazzled hair on the roof perched by a gargoyle.

“Are you through gambling your life for the night?” you stretched your arms over your head with a grin. “I think I got one more in me.”

Looking over the storm that owned your heart, you could tell something was off. There was an air of uncertainty that just wasn’t quite her. “Is everything alright, mi corazón?” Barely audible, but you know she did could hear. Her eyes bore into you as well, thinking over how to respond. “It’s not an issue that I can present clearly. As I don’t seem to have a grasp on it myself.”

Not having an answer bothered her and greatly. She had payed attention to every little detail of the day’s development for nothing.

“Would you like me to drop you from the sky?” Wednesday just stared with a raised brow. It wasn’t made as a silly question, you were genuinely offering. She turned to put away the cello before addressing you.

“I am curious of your nightly ritual.” was all she said before she climbed on the concrete railing.

There was no hesitation as you ascended to the heavens. Nevermore was becoming a small speck to both your eyes. “Tell me if it becomes too much.” the raven haired girl scowled. “I’m not afraid of heights.” an endearing eye roll was directed at her.

“That’s not what I mean, love. I adapt to any altitude instantly. I don’t feel the pressure, you will.” As both of you kept rising, Wednesday looked down to see the ground becoming distant. She could feel how the temperature dropped and her lungs fought to take a breathe. It somehow turning to a welcoming comfort.

You stopped a third of the usual distance. Wednesday was enjoying the trip, but you noticed the barely perceptible lull of her head. She would never admit to feeling faint. “This is good enough…this helps me with any thoughts clouding my head.” Wednesday looked into your eyes and sighed. “All day I have felt watched. There is something or someone keeping tabs on me.” you could feel a growl burbling in your throat. “Whoever it may be is gonna have to deal with both of us. If it remains do not hesitate to bring it up.” All she did was nod while contemplating all that is you.

“Are you willing to let your fate solely rely on me?” The hands locked behind your neck brought you forward. Her cold lips on yours. “Let it be what you decide, cara mia.”

As soon as you both released your grips Wednesday began to plummet. The fall was a fascinating feeling that pulled a sickly smile from the dark girl. The strain in her lungs became less, yet it still gave her small struggle, the air still thick. And the thought of certain death if you were to not catch her, only to be a splatter on the school grounds. You watched as she closed her eyes, a peaceful look adorning her face. All she felt was the biting cold wind whipping against her skin, her clothes completely tussled and pressed to her body.

Gliding close to her once again, you wrapped her up tightly. Head buried in your chest while the wings shifted to soar smoothly over the school. Both circling the space to gently land on the balcony once again. You kept Wednesday close to your body in case there was any sudden dizziness or sign of nausea.

Her grip loosened on the harpy, hands firmly on the chest of the tall frame. With an amused huff she stepped back. “I can certainly see the appeal.”

The sight of Wednesday Addams with wrinkled clothes and hair unkempt; what could possibly be more charming. A sudden move and all there was is warmth around them. The passionate lip lock, the ruffling of clothes as they closed any semblance of distance. “I love you with everything that I am, Wednesday.”

“My black heart is forever yours, cara mia.”

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You were still uneasy, looking around the room as Wednesday and Enid slept. If your girlfriend was feeling someone setting eyes on her, you believed her without second thought.

The questions ran through your head faster than you could process. Who? Why? Were the an admirer, a stalker, a threat?

If anyone was going to cause any sort of problem it was best to be on guard. Your arms wrapped around the ravenette, pulling her close. No matter what she was to be kept safe.

[takerfoxx]

Well, it's been a full week since Gundam: The Witch From Mercury has ended, and God, I miss it already.

This was a special show to me, and no joke, it might have made my top five anime of all time. There was just something wonderful about getting invested in a series while it was still running and tuning in week by week and having time to really digest what I've seen before the next episode hit. Granted, I marathoned all of season one and only checked it out because of the SLAP, but even so. It was a wild ride.

And not in the least because wow, a canon wlw couple in a massively mainstream franchise like Gundman, one that ends up getting unambiguously married, and it's not treated like a joke, not played for fanservice, and doesn't portray one of them as a horny molester. That is kind of huge and groundbreaking. And yeah, I am ride or die for SuleMio. They're like number two of my favorite anime couples, second only to KyoSaya, and they actually have the advantage of bursting out of the subtext into undeniable TEXT.

What's funny is that I remember being a little put off by their dynamic in season one. Despite all the hype, there was this weird distance between them, one that was very unromantic, to the point where I started to wonder if they even liked each other in that way, or if it was just a political thing. But then they had their WONDERFUL zero gravity argument, where it was revealed that this was actually a deliberate writing choice, and Suletta and Miorine's differences in backgrounds, ways of thinking, toxic upbringings, and difficulties communicating were going to be obstacles that they had to overcome. And watching them struggle with those problems and make multiple mistakes was honestly far more captivating then a cliched lovey-dovey relationship would have ever been. And seeing them finally come together and get their happy ending was well worth the wait.

But even beyond the main couple, this show fucked. The mech fights were all hype, everything was gorgeously animated, all the side characters were all unique and likeable (seriously, I was making an effort to remember everyone's names, even the throwaway characters with barely any lines), the music was OUTSTANDING (Red: Birthmark still gives me chills) and I still hold that Lady Prospera was not only one of the best and most interesting antagonists in a long time, but she is still one hundred percent Grade A Space MILF.

Still would.

Did it have it's problems? Of course it did. I agree that the last few episodes did feel really rushed, with stuff like the Calibarn and the big space laser suddenly showing up and being super important despite never even being mentioned. All the names of the different organizations were hard to keep track of, even though it was really important to the plot, and there was a lot going on that I felt could have stood to have room to breathe. Honestly, I don't know why WFM only got half the usual amount of episodes for a Gundam show, as it could really used a few more.

And yes, I would have loved to have seen the wedding and a kiss. I know, it's Japan, and Gundam doesn't usually have kissing, but after all that build up!

Still, what we got was still wonderful, and I'm glad that for as shaky as it got, it still stuck the landing.

I'm gonna miss this show. I'm really gonna miss it.

[m1lkt00th]

rapid fire outer headcanons while i was getting ready this morning

very self indulgent. very fun. try it some time

- outertale monsters and im justifying my thought process with the whole bones and muscles in zero gravity thing (you come out of space and back to earth taller, even if it’s by a little)

- outertale’s atmosphere and elements are starkly different than in normal universes. most things commonplace for us are foreign or even unthinkable over there. like plants probably. and the massive blanket of noise that is literally everywhere (they get overstimulated ‘easily’ !)

- outer, to replace sans’ space interest, is fascinated by birds and the general fauna on earth-like planets. the thought that SO MUCH can be found on an itty bitty planet makes them go crazy. there is so much biodiversity on earth alone and the FACT that not everything is discovered drives me bonkers

- outer also likes beetles. to an unhealthy degree. there are so many fucking beetle species and they love them ALL

- outer does not gaf abt gender presentation or standards but that feels like a state that all sanses and papyri come to. theyre all idgafgender to me

- outer’s friend circle consists of epic, error, color, swap, fell and horror to me. chill guy that chills with everyone but especially these guys. dream is more of someone outer met THROUGH swap. like a mutual friend. “hey this is my friend! friend, other friend. other friend, friend.”

- sprinkling in but i feel like outer swings really hard into the chill-guy persona bc they have crippling anxiety regarding the state of their home. they might not fully remember but when the player comes and sweeps their little asteroide belt clean the CORE shuts down soon after. maybe not immediately but it eventually collapses … maybe if the CORE was run on idk,, a star,, it collapsing swallows the entire area and makes the monster’s effort to survive futile. either way this guy is horribly anxious but says “dont worry abt it kid” WAY too much for you to not be worried

- outer has multiple outfits based on different celestial bodies. their main outfit is actually based on an astronaut suit and the closest thing to being ‘star-y’ on them is their shoes (meant for a different outfit BTW - papyrus probably)

okay thats it for now. i think

also swap, outer and dream are so queer platonic couple and their best friend to me. they hang out together frequently and ryrhdj. besties swap and dream has me 💥💥

also aro outer & dream and ace swap. cant explain it just vibes (they told me trust)

[winxanity-ii]

⌜No Hoods Attached | Chapter 10 Chapter 10 | mission: get in⌟

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The morning chill nipped at your skin as you and Seora approached the towering building of HYBE—the heart of where it all would end—to retrieve your beloved red hoodie.

Despite your insistence on subtlety, Seora, true to her unapologetic nature, donned a Shooky onesie, claiming it as her armor against the day's challenges, while you stuck to your simple RJ t-shirt. A mixture of dread and anticipation knotted in your gut as the weight of the situation pressed down on you.

Anxiety swept over you as the building loomed closer. The realization that you had volunteered under a fake name sent a shot of panic through your veins.

Sensing your growing worry, Seora placed a comforting hand on your shoulder, her eyes brimming with unwavering confidence. "Remember, they don't know it's not your real name. Plus, your picture is on the ID. We'll be fine," she whispered, her voice providing a grounding force amid your racing thoughts.

The lobby of HYBE was a hive of activity, buzzing with people coming and going with agendas as varied as the colors in a palette. Your heart raced against your ribcage as you stepped up to the sign-in area, the name "Han Ji-yoo," escaping your lips in a stuttered breath. The attendant handed you a name tag, your fingers trembling as you reached for it.

It was at that moment—amid the faint murmur of conversations and the soft shuffle of feet—that a commotion at the entrance broke through the background noise.

Drawn by the noise, you caught sight of a girl arguing vehemently with the security guards, her face flushed red in anger. "I'm Han Ji-yoo!" she hissed, her voice sharp and laced with fury as it cut through the air.

The blood drained from your face as the real Han Ji-yoo—the one whose identity you had borrowed—made her presence known. Seora, following your alarmed gaze, turned just in time to lock eyes with the furious girl. Recognition flashed across Han Ji-yoo's features as she pointed directly at you, her accusation loud and clear, "There! That's the imposter!"

The world seemed to still for a moment as Seora's exclamation, a mix of shock and frustration, filled the air. "Bruh, what the fuck, Ji-yoo!?" she blurted out, disbelief and betrayal painting her voice.

Han Ji-yoo narrowed her eyes into slits. "I don't care that I wasn't here; it's still my name, you stingy bitch!" she spat, her words cutting like a knife.

Immediately, the guards zeroed on the two of you. "Grab them!"

In an instant, Seora's protective instincts kicked in. She turned to you, with a look of urgency on her face. "Run!" she cried out, readying herself to fend off the guards.

With Seora's sacrificial diversion buying you valuable seconds, you spun on your heel and dashed away. The reality of the situation hit you like a cold wave—caught in a web of lies and identity theft, all for the sake of getting back a cherished memory encapsulated in a piece of cloth.

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Taehyung stared boredly, his gaze distant, as he half-listened to his manager drill a young man with questions. The manager's tone was a mix of skepticism and mild annoyance, trying to determine if the boy was just another overzealous fan who'd managed to sneak in or something more concerning

The boy, nervous and clearly out of his depth, stuttered out an answer that didn't quite add up, "I—I was lost the jacket on my way t-to the bathroom..." His voice trailed off, unconvincing even to his own ears. Halfway through the boy's poorly constructed excuse, the door swung open with an urgency that immediately drew everyone's attention. A guard, his expression tense and voice laced with a clear command, announced, "We have to move. The building is going into lockdown. There's an unauthorized individual causing disruptions." Taehyung's manager nodded, the gravity of the situation hardening his expression. The boy was promptly escorted out, his excuse forgotten in the face of the unfolding drama. As the group prepared to relocate to a designated safe area, a sudden thought struck Taehyung—the hoodie. The very hoodie he had left behind in the practice room just the other day. "I need to grab something from the practice room," he voiced out, attempting to sound nonchalant about the detour. But the urgency in his tone betrayed his casual demeanor, making it clear that whatever he needed to retrieve was more important than he let on. The guard, responsible for the safety of everyone, was quick to dismiss the request. "I'm sorry, Taehyung-nim, but no detours are possible at this moment," he explained, his voice firm, leaving no room for negotiation. "Our immediate priority is to ensure everyone's safety. We first need to collect Yoongi-nim and then proceed directly to the designated safe room, where the other members are already waiting until the situation is declared clear." The refusal did little to deter Taehyung. If anything, it made him more determined. As the group continued towards the designated safe area, Taehyung's mind raced with plans of escape. With the guard's attention momentarily diverted to coordinate with other security personnel, Taehyung seized the opportunity. With his beanie pulled low over his forehead and a mask covering the bottom half of his face, he slid away from the group, becoming a shadow among shadows. The corridors, usually bustling with activity, were eerily quiet, with the lockdown already in effect. With purpose, Taehyung navigated the familiar passageways with ease, each step taking him further away from the safety of the group and deeper into the heart of the adventure.

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In the midst of the lockdown, Seora found herself in an unexpected predicament. After her brave attempt to buy you time to escape, she was apprehended and taken to a stark, unguarded room—the guard assigned to her left briefly, claiming to need a quick restroom break. She had no company other than the echo of her own breathing, that is, until the sound of approaching voices filled the corridor outside. "I'm too old for this shit, seriously," a voice grumbled, tinged with irritation. "I understand, but it's for everyone's safety. All security personnel have been instructed to gather everyone to a secure location until the situation stabilizes. A larger group of guards will be here shortly with Taehyung-nim to escort you to the others." Seora's ears perked up at the mention of the name 'Taehyung.' Before she could process the situation fully, the door swung open, and in walked a blonde-haired male, with the guard hastily closing the door behind him. Still wearing her Shooky onesie, Seora gave the stranger a wary look. Yoongi, for his part, raised an eyebrow at her outfit choice—his BT21 avatar—but chose to remain silent. Then, breaking the silence, Seora said, "Looks like they put you in the wrong room," her tone tinged with a hint of humor despite the gravity of the current lockdown. Yoongi, ever the pragmatist, merely nodded, his gaze scanning the small enclosure for a place to sit. "Seems like it," he replied, his voice unmistakably exhausted. As minutes ticked by, their initial wariness gave way to begrudging acceptance. The absurdity of their situation—a pop idol and a best friend, thrown together by a lockdown in a room barely large enough to accommodate the two—served as a spark for an unlikely turn of events. Seora, ever bold, decided to address the elephant in the room despite her nerves. Standing up, she slowly shuffle to stand before the blond. "Look, Mr. Kim Taehyung, I know this may seem forward, but you have my best friend's jacket, and it would mean a lot if you could give it back to her."

Yoongi's reaction was immediate and sharp, a mix of offense and amusement coloring his features. "The fuck you just call me?" 

"I called you Taehyung. Isn't that your name?" Seora replied, trying to diffuse the tension with a slight crinkle of her nose, indicating her confusion at his reaction. Yoongi's temper flared, his misunderstanding fueling his fire. "Do I fucking look like Taehyung to you!?" His voice was a whisper-shout with barely contained fury, his glare searing into Seora as if daring her to continue this charade. "First of all, there's no need to be so rude. And second of all, do you want my answer? Because I'll say yes," Seora snapped back, her lips downturned in a sneer, challenging the idol. Yoongi's eyes grew several degrees cooler, a storm brewing within. "You motherfucker—" "You cocksucker. Oops, I thought we were naming what each other were," Seora retorted, her fake smile glowing as brightly as her defiance. Yoongi's patience snapped, his voice a low growl. "Listen up, you little bitch. I'm not in the mood for this shit. If you weren't a child, I'd fuck you up," Yoongi hissed, his fists clenching as if ready to strike. "The fuck you mean, 'If you weren't a child!?' I'm a grown-ass woman, so try me," Seora taunted, raising her fists in a mock fighting stance. "This isn't the streets, but if I wanted to fight you, your ass would have already been on the ground," Yoongi countered coolly, popping his knuckles, a warning in his gesture. Seora just sucks her teeth with a roll of her eyes, "Oh, I see what this is. You're all bark and no bite," she quipped back as she stretched, daring Yoongi to make a move. Yoongi's response was a forced calm, a clear effort to de-escalate. "You're not worth the effort, so go ahead and hop back into that little corner over there," he said, taking several deep breaths as he tried to heed Jin's prior warnings about self-control. "Go on, shoo." "Nah, I'm good," Seora responded with a tilt of her head. "And if we're being honest, I was ready the moment you called me out of my name. Now if you big and bad, then bring yo' never seen the sun my entire life head ass over this table, and let's settle this shit. Right. Fucking. Now." The absurdity of the situation wasn't lost on Yoongi; arguing with a woman clad in a Shooky onesie was certainly not how he envisioned his day. Yet, here he was, at a loss for words, his pride stung by her sharp words. "Yeah, that's what I thought," Seora declared victoriously when Yoongi remained silent, her arrogance peaking. Pulling the hood of her onesie over her head, she sent him a final glare, "As Cardi B once said; 'You Lil' bitch, you can't fuck with me, if you wanted to.'" With that, she flipped both middle fingers at him as she turned to head back to her seat. Yoongi shook in his seat, anger fulling his entire body, clouding his every thought. "Fuck that. She's not about to get away with talking to me like that," he muttered to himself, and in a single motion, he leaped out of his seat onto Seora, tackling her to the ground. "Ahh! The fuck wrong with you!?" she screeched as they tumbled. Yoongi, pinning her down, sneered with venom in his voice, "Your little short ass thought you were going to get away with talking to me like that? Hell no. Fuck that, we about to throw these hands." Seora, unfazed and fiery as ever, retorted, "Alright, but let me remind you. Your ass asked for it." With a swift motion, she flipped their positions, now straddling his back; yanking his head back, she placed him in a headlock, choking him. "Let me—Ack—go!" Yoongi's plea came out more as a screech, shock painting his features, not expecting her to be that strong; desperation tinged Yoongi's voice as he screamed, "Someone—Ack—help me—Ack—get this—Ack—bitch off me!"

The chaos escalated as the door burst open and two guards rushed in, attempting to separate the entwined duo. However, Seora's grip remained unyielding, her determination to not let Yoongi off was evident. "You pale ass, motherfucker!" Seora paused her choking, only to shift her hold and yank at Yoongi's hair, an action that drew the audience of several interns who watched the spectacle unfold with a mix of horror and fascination. The deadlock was broken by a large, burly security guard who lifted Seora effortlessly into the air. Yet, even in suspension, she maintained her hold on Yoongi's hair, refusing to release him from her grip. "Not so big and bad now, are ya!?" Seora cackled maniacally, her laughter cutting through the tense air as she pulled on his hair until a loud tearing sound silenced the room. A collective gasp came from the surrounding onlookers as Seora came up with a small fist full of blond hair. "I might be dressed as a cookie, but this bitch don't crumble!" she snarked, tossing the strands of hair to the ground. "Get her out of here!" An intern's voice pierced the stunned silence, concern for Yoongi prompting immediate action as they rushed to his side, still sprawled on the floor from the unexpected onslaught. Quiet murmurs filled the room after Seora was taken away, her defiant shouts of "Let me at him! Not so tough now, huh!?" lingering in the air. Staff members and security personnel exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of concern and disbelief over the altercation that had just unfolded. In the midst of this subdued chaos, the guard tasked with ensuring the safety of Taehyung at the beginning of the lockdown scanned the room; his eyes, trained to keep track of those under his charge, searched for his assigned charge, expecting to find him among the group.

However, a sinking feeling of alarm set in as he realized that the artist was conspicuously absent. "Where's Taehyung-nim?" he demanded, his voice cutting through the whispers, demanding the attention of those nearby. The urgency in his tone was clear, reflecting the seriousness of the situation. "I-I'm not sure," came the hesitant reply from one of the staff members, her voice faltering under the guard's intense gaze. The staff member's confusion was palpable, mirroring the growing concern among the group. The guard sighed deeply, the action speaking volumes of the pressure now resting on his shoulders. Pinching the bridge of his nose, a gesture of both stress and contemplation, he recognized the gravity of the situation. Without wasting another moment, the guard reached for his radio, which allowed him to access the building's security network. The static crack of the radio broke the tension in the room as he prepared to broadcast an alert that would escalate the lockdown situation even further. "We have a situation," he announced into the radio, his voice steady yet imbued with a sense of urgency. "Taehyung-nim is missing."

***y'all the way i fell on the floor writing this omg 😭😭

[icycream24]

Silver and Espio for the ask meme? :>

hehehe my favs hehee🤤🤤🤤

SILVER:

I think most ppl don't know, but I used to really dislike Silver when I was first introduced to this character online. Not a game, no no, but YouTube AMV vids of this dude with cutesy shippy art of Silvaze. His portrayal was so degraded to me (I was 11 at that time?) that I believed he was a self-insert character for some popular artists to ship themselves with Blaze, in the girl-boss dynamic. Ofc, I looked for more info online and realised Silver was an actual character.

At that time I was playing Sonic Riders Zero Gravity and only unlocked Shadow/Rouge/Cream. After knowing what characters were avaliable, I tried my best to unlock the rest, including Silver. I also did not like his voice in English at that time, so much that I decided to switch the voice-overs to Japanese. And I also did not like it 😂 Not because it was grading! But more like, I was shocked by the drastic difference between the two. Kid me had to decide which portrayal I prefer more (ofc not aware of narrative difference of the scripts, I just chose based on my preference) and ended up with Japanese bc I vibe with the calm seriousness in the voice more. Eventually I did get used to both voices after more exposure of this character, watching playthrough videos online.

Talking about watching 06, I was not expecting him to be so different from my first impression of this "whiny/incapable/loser" kid. Silver actually was serious about fighting for his future, like a dedicated soldier. Blaze was *not* the girl-boss, she was on equal grounds with Silver. (Really... I was like 11/12, now that I think about it, how come ppl's comprehension skills so drastically apart that we can get totally different character interpretations?) I started to find charming traits on Silver, and that was when I started looking up for this character's info more & more.

And then I discovered the Rivals series. I watched the whole thing, 1&2, and this Espio character... Wait they're kinda nice tgt. (it was year 2012?? AAAAA I can't believe I'm still insane about Espilver/Silvespio, they're my sons now at this point 😭✨) I remember using Skype and talked about the ✨chemistry✨ between Silver & Espio, and my friend said I was tripping 😭

Anyway here's Espio:

At that time I didn't have that much knowledge on Espio, I just thought their Eng voice in Heroes sounded like he's dying in a few years with how gruff & grandpa it sounded LOL. Mostly I only draw him with Silver bc I realised no one shipped these two back then. (there was ppl but there was no tags for them) So I felt like, no, impossible. I need to COOK for them! So I started shipping them like FedEx with my limited skills 🥴

My Espio appriciation was mainly started by shipping him with Silver. As I reflect on why I enjoy this ship so much, I dug up traits that I like about Espio. He was helpful, supportive, and overall has a rather peaceful way of communicating with others (aka SILVER hhh). Compared to other characters, especially in Rivals, he was really chill and kept his head clear, and unconditionally aided Silver simply bc he knew he was helping someone with a good cause. Such admirable traits that I'd say are pretty rare even irl.

Still, Espio did not have that much screen time. His portrayal in my mind I do admit was half canon, half fanon. Silly ninja with goofy teammates that values teamwork & is capable of aiding others, plus saint-like patience & wisdom. (Haha...really, a lot of his traits are get from Rivals 2, his ways of interacting with individuals was way more informative than games & anime shows combined 🤧)

But yeah, with time I like these 2 characters even more, started to make all kinds of headcanons that I won't be able to elaborate here. The texts are already getting too long here 😂 I've imagined them, either tgt or separately, in fluff/angst/spice/AU/wholesome/dead dove/anything really bc I just enjoy these two so much 💕

It's kinda selfish to say, but with how little Espilver there was during that time, it was almost like they got a clean slate & I was not swayed by any other ppl's interpretation of these two for a few years. And ofc by time these two surely became my favorite characters. LOL I realised in my busy years of not drawing often, Silver & Espio were the only characters I drew 😂

UGGGHHHAA I love these two sm 😭✨ thanks for asking hahah I wanna talk about them all day 🤧✨