#Desperation Part 5

[indigo-ghost-girl]

Spoilers for parts of Sonic Frontiers...

Part 1

Part 6

“Go! We’ll cover you.”

“You can’t!” Knuckles shouted back, balling his fists.

“There’s no time to argue,” Amy muttered.

“Plan?” Came the soft, curious voice.

All eyes shifted, nervously eying the possessed hedgehog. The handle of Amy's hammer creaked under her anxious grip. The red hedgehog drifted to the floor, shoes trampling the fragile grass border between plant and stone. The broken stems seemed to steal its attention away for a split second.

“Knuckles, Go!” Tails whispered through gritted teeth as it looked away.

The red hedgehog crossed its arms, “Does this plan involve recharging the “chaos emeralds” perchance?” it questioned, its monotone voice drooping in disappointment.

Knuckles stiffened.

The red hedgehog laughed, gently amused.

“Your minds became open books the moment you began sharing my prison-”

The smile fell. Neon purple eyes shifted attention away from the three, staring into the horizon. Sonic’s head shook suddenly, a hand raising to the hedgehog’s forehead, “Cease your tantrum mortal,” it scolded quietly, snarling in mild irritation.

Knuckles took advantage of this distraction and bolted. Red blur rushing under the giant legs of the structure.

Tails and Amy exchanged a glance.

“Be silent.” It lamented.

“Hya!” Amy leapt up, hammer dipped behind her head.

It lifted a hand. Amy's hammer crashed down on him. The possessed hedgehog was unphased, the force behind the impact flowing through his body completely, manifesting in a small crater under his slightly melted shoes.

It snapped from its daze. Its arm swayed, throwing Amy over the cliff sending her plummeting towards the sea.

“Your companions are almost as persistent as you,” it tutted.

Amy used the air and the weight of her hammer to backflip onto land again.

“…and unfortunately,” It smiled, almost sadly, “I cannot allow that.” It took a moment to peel off a piece of Sonic’s smouldered glove from its wrist. A second blur shot down the cliff in a blink, blasting past the fox. Tails was knocked back almost instantly.

He caught himself mid-air, spinning his tails. “Hey!” Amy's head poked over the edge of the cliff. “We are your opponents!” she called after the blur.

Guilt scraped at the back of his mind as Knuckles pushed his speed to the limit. He swerved into the field of poppies, heading for the cliffside where, as arranged, Eggman waited in his Egg Mobile.

The doctor was leaning on his fist in boredom. “Took you long enough,” The doctor grunted at the echidna. “Did-”

“Eggman, incoming!” Cried Tails from his radio.

“What the-?”

A bolt of red lightning shot at him, forcing Knuckles to dive. Knuckles yelled as a metal claw yanked him away, a second bolt of red lightning frying the spot of grass he had been laying on.

“Hey!” cried a disgruntled Knuckles, dangling from the metal arm protruding from Eggman’s vehicle.

“You’re welcome,” Eggman muttered, grasping the controls and turning on the rocket boosters.

A flying bolder bashed into the side of the Egg Mobile. Eggman was sent into a hurtling tailspin. The human yelled, scrambling with the control panel to regain control of his vehicle.

Knuckles was flung from the arm.

A second moss adorned bolder came hurtled at the metal egg.

Crack! A giant yellow bullet collided with the bolder, disintegrating it in milliseconds.

“Leave father alone,” demanded the projected voice of Sage.

Supreme rose from the trees, enormous gun the length of a cargo train held in its only remaining hand. Blue patterns flickered across the robot’s surface, the multiple eyes on its red face glowing a cool blue.

Six pillars rose from the titan’s shoulders, clunking into place. They fizzed a cyan blue, four sets of blue lines flowing out from them. The lines raised, shimmering out with a flourish of blue sparkles.

Eggman flung his arms up, “That’s my girl!” he cheered.

The four majestic energy wings extended upwards and propelled the machine into the air with a single flap.

Knuckles caught his remaining claws into the side of the cliff. Stone tearing away in two broken lines as he slid down. He punched his second fist into the cliff, trying to catch himself on the other two. He was met with a stinging pain and the memory of his broken claws.

Luckily, the resistance from the rocks slowed him to a stop. He huffed out a breath. Salty sea spray licked at his tail as he craned his neck up the cliffside. He couldn’t see anything other than sky from this angle, but he knew something loud was happening.

The barrel of the giant gun turned to the smug red hedgehog. Blue light built up in the triangular metal tunnel, drawing on the reserves of chaos energy stored in the mechs core. The bullet of energy shot, warping the air around it with a thunderous boom.

The hedgehog held out a palm towards the bullet, catching it like it were simply a tennis ball. Anything left of the white cotton glove disintegrated instantly.

Its eyes examined the energy much as it had before, however unlike before, a mild apathy settled on its face. The energy popped in its hand, agitated. The thing seemed indifferent to the growing light purple lightning scars engraving their way down Sonic's hand and wrist.

“Artificial intelligence, you are aware the titans adapted the power of the chaos emeralds, correct?” It said, its more feminine vocals taking charge for a moment. It studied the power in its palm. A very Sonic like triumphant grin formed, “You are also aware, that this body conducts that power effortlessly, yes?” The sparking blue bolt morphed into a neon purple.

It took another moment to examine the energy fondly, transferring it to the other hand, possibly only to burn away the other glove.

“So, in essence, that little trick can no longer hurt me,”

Its right hand waved casually, dismissing the energy. With a crackle, the purple beam shot from his palm, shooting straight into the giant blue diamond of the large structure. It hummed, giant violet-red cracks breaking out in spiderwebs across its surface. A great crack smashed through the air, the diamond shattering like glass. A blinding ball of red light engulfed the structure. Giant chunks of stone hurtled into the air, decorating the cold morning sky.

Amy and Tails threw up their hands to block the light from the explosion. They were luckily far enough away not to be caught up in it but they were forced to scramble away from the giant chunks of falling building raining from the sky. Both blinked quickly as their vision recovered.

Tails yelped. A stone the size of a small fridge landing on his left leg.

“Tails!” Amy turned, sprinting up to him, zig zagging around other falling debris. She swung her hammer, knocking the stone off his leg.

“Look out!” Tails warned, pointing up.

A looming shadow engulfed the two. The pink hedgehog grabbed Tails’ hand, running to the edge of the shadow. Her boot caught a stray stone, sending them both tumbling into the lake of red flowers. Amy curled protectively around the fox, pink spines pointed outwards.

Knuckles leapt onto the scene, jumping from one falling rock to the next, launching himself up. With a yell of rage, he punched upward, encountering resistance before breaking through the giant slab of rock. It split clean in two, sending the two pieces sailing harmlessly into the ground either side of the other two below him.

Red petals flew up around him as he landed next to the others. Knuckles cringed, rubbing his arm to reduce the painful throbbing. He remembered before on Ares when he had tried to punch that signal thing. It hadn't even budged.

“Chaos-” Started the possessed hedgehog unhurriedly, raising his palm to the titan. All three creatures looked up in horror. “-spear,” A giant neon purple spear shot from the earth. It tore through the titan’s armour, impaling it straight through its abdomen. The tip of the spear burst out its head.

The red hedgehog tilted its head slightly, palm becoming a delicate point. The robot was hit with a sudden barrage of enormous neon arrows, pincushioning the mighty machine. Each attack impaling the giant mech with an unhealthy crunch.

The communicator on Eggman’s headset sent a loud anguished cry of pain shooting through his left ear.

The ancient technology sputtered, joints creaking, blue glitchy squares leaking out like plumes of smoke.

“Sage!” Eggman cried desperately, hand shooting up to his ear.

The spears flickered out, air hissed from underneath the great shifting panels of the mech. Large triangular chunks of alien metal detached from its surface, hitting the ground in a stream of weighted thuds.

The trio watched the wrecked titan fall to the earth with a mighty crash, launching small rocks and clumps of dirt into the air.

“Okay, new plan,” Tails squeaked, his tails twitching anxiously behind him, “We need a new plan,” the fox ran his fingers quickly through the fur on his face. Amy crawled off him.

The fox’s eyes settled on the tall, keyhole like structure of a cyberspace portal on a nearby hill then to a pile of crates full of Eggman tech. Tails nodded to himself, but if this new plan was to work, he needed a distraction.

“How dare you!” Eggman howled, voice amplified through a loudspeaker.

The red hedgehog flinched at the doctor’s voice. Static leapt up into the air, bolts of red zapping furiously from the grassy floor of the island. Its neon purple eyes gleamed intensely, staring down at the doctor.

Eggman’s fury melted away into uncertain anger. He was still furious, rancid even but the usually quiet logical part of his brain was blaring warning alarms at him.

“Dr Ivo Robotnik,” it monologued calmly, yet its tongue warped around every word in disgust, “You contained the mortal on a ship in the atmosphere, restrained him for 6 prolonged months.”

“He may not declare it aloud, nonetheless…”

The doctor connected the dots. The logical side of Eggman’s brain won. He smashed his fingers into the keypad, grabbed the two handheld controls activating the jets and rocketing off.

“HE DOESN’T FAVOUR YOU.” Boomed the voice after him.

Eggman’s egg fleet rumbled in over the horizon. Some blinking into view, dropping their camouflage. Giant fish like metal tanks, blacking out much of the sunlight. There were so many they caked the sky like an angry thunder cloud.

The doctor smashed the big red button on his console with his elbow. “Attack!” commanded the doctor in a desperate shout.

All the cannons pointing towards the hedgehog fired at once.

Tails watched the bolt of red lightning shriek after Eggman. A hailstorm of yellow energy bullets thundered down on the possessed hedgehog. Tails flattened his ears, Amy covering hers, both of them still burdened with the high-pitched ringing from the previous explosion.

“That works,” Tails gulped, pushing himself to his feet. He cautiously put pressure on his leg, hissing when a white-hot pain shot through his foot.

Amy opened her mouth.

“I’m fine,” Tails winced. The fox span his tails into a helicopter whirr, lifting his injured foot from the ground and flying over to the metal crates.

“Tails, where are you going?” Amy called after him, following in a quick limp.

[ghost-bxrd]

Prompt:

It’s not that Jason forgot, per se.

But between smuggling a toddler out of the League of Assassins, trekking halfway across the world, and finding a suitable hiding place that’s also child friendly… well, it kind of slipped his mind that he’s supposed to be… dead.

Something that comes back to bite him in the ass when he takes Dami out for some ice cream and just so happens to run into non other than Brucie-fucking-Wayne

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 79

  When Pariah was awoken from his slumber, he wasn’t exactly expecting it. One was never expecting to awaken when they were supposed to be sealed for eternity after all. He also wasn’t expecting for the reason the sarcophagus was even opened to be a pair of literal infants. A pair of very sick infants.

  One was a newborn ancient for Realms’ sake! Two years dead, if that, and the other- Where was their guardian?! Who had let an obsession get that bad?! How long had he been sealed away that no one had caught an obsession turning toxic and harmful towards a ghostling?! 

  Why was he even sealed inside this area of the zone?! Why had his Keep been moved in the center of one of the zones where ghostlings formed?! He’d never harm a ghostling, but if he’d been any madder (And he knows he had lost it near the end there, that he’d gone too far as he cracked under the weight of the Realms, he’d had an eternity to realize) it would have been a catastrophe! 

  Who has been in charge, the observants!? … What the fuck, that was supposed to be rhetorical! No! They’re good for paperwork but they seem to have failed even at that and- what do you mean they’ve sealed Clockwork away?! 

  The already traumatized Time Primordial who was in this type of area specifically to care for ghostlings, and was now being prevented?! How long has this been going on- No! He’s fixing his realms-damned kingdom before he even thinks about conquering other ones, because who the fuck let it get this bad!

   Pspsps, here little sick ghostlings, he’s trying very hard not to hurt you but you are very tiny and he has been locked away for a long time so please stop squirming…

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

"If PD-MDZS drew He Xuan, would he be a Man or a Fish?"

[smallidarityfan]

Joel keeps bringing up the limited life sacrifice bit for Jimmy i don't think he ever left that bread bridge guys

from Jimmy's/Joel's mcc practice stream yesterday

[becca-e-barnes]

Don't tell anyone but I love the thought of pornstar Bucky's girl asking to do livestreams with him. The thought of him taking the chat's lead?? Or reading the filthy things they're saying?? 🤤

"They're making fun of you, sweetheart." Bucky teases between chaste kisses placed to the soft inside of your spread thighs.

'Is she wet already?' The most recent message in the chat makes you squirm in your seat. Not that you're getting very far. Bucky is quite well known for his skills with a rope but he's left you just enough wiggle room that you can still grind your cunt desperately against the chair beneath you. It's not much relief but it's something.

"Of course she's wet already. Aren't you, baby? It doesn't take our girl long to get herself all worked up when she knows she's being watched." Bucky smirks up at you, his fingers trailing over the slick lace of your panties, gathering just enough of your arousal on his fingertips to show the camera.

'Our girl' doesn't sit right with you but you know it's all for show. You're his girl. Only his. Those people watching on the stream, whoever they are, mean nothing to you. You know he'll remind you of that later too. Reminding you that you're 'his girl', holding your chin so he can look into your eyes while he slides every inch of his length home over and over.

You whimper at the flood of messages into the chat as your viewers respond to the crystal clear evidence of your arousal on your partner's fingers.

'Fuck, she's making a mess.' 'Always such a good girl.' 'What I'd give to be able to taste her.'

The comments run up the screen so quickly you don't have time to read them all.

'She's so desperate, what a good little slut.' 'You've hardly even touched her and I'm already hard.'

"You're right, I haven't really touched her much, have I?" Bucky asks while reaching over for the wand vibrator he'd picked out for this stream. He clicks it on and the toy buzzes to life.

He seems satisfied with the lowest setting for now. Not that you are. That setting is almost always just for warm-up and that's not what you need in that moment.

"Please." You whine, tugging against the restraints, only feeling satisfied when your partner presses the soft, silicone tip to your clit, over your panties.

Everything feels heightened despite the low setting. You've been so turned on for so long that anything at all is welcome.

'Such a pretty little thing.' 'She sounds so hot when she whines like that.'

You hadn't even noticed yourself whining, much less the way you tried to grind yourself pathetically on the toy, trying to feel more than the featherlight touch Bucky was offering you.

You felt Bucky flicking the toy up a speed, startled by the groan that left your own throat. It sounded desperate. It was filthy and unrestrained and totally shameless.

"You like that?" Bucky's voice was all that could tear you out of your own head. He rolled the head of the toy in vertical motions, laughing quietly to himself when the sensation made you gasp.

'She's so loud tonight.'

The commenter wasn't wrong. You knew you were louder than usual, a testament to just how much you found yourself enjoying this.

"Sit still, sweetheart." You hadn't really registered what was happening until after it was done, although you'd agreed it beforehand anyway. Bucky carefully tugged the side of your underwear away from your skin, cutting the lace and then mirrored his actions on the other side. With the pretty blue lace in tatters, your sex was fully on display.

Bucky pulled the fabric free from underneath you, balling it up in his hand before pressing it to your lips.

"Good girl. Take it." You hadn't expected this. Automatically, brattiness takes over, your defiant natures tells you not to do as you're told. You hold out for a second, up until the toy clicks up one more speed and when you gasp in surprise, the panties are pushed past your lips, resting heavily on your tongue and you get to enjoy the taste of your own arousal.

[aliennazero]

This is like... one of the gayest paneling I have ever seen in shounen, IT LOOKS SO INTENTIONAL ISTG. Fujimoto you can't keep get away from this.

The romantic/platonic subtlety isn't very visible in English, in the original Japanese ver HOWEVER—

*open my eyes wide to make sure I'm not insane and hallucinating*

I don't have such knowledge on Japanese language but I could read it for a bit. In this exact scene where their expression is shown face to face, when they talk, they didn't use any specific plural pronoun (they/you all) except for context giver in the middle.

When we exclude the middle frame and directly translate other lines, up and below, we will have something like this.

"Ore tte ii ko na no ni nande?" (But I am a good boy, why?)

"Kimi o kirai dakara sa." (Because you are hated)

*VERY DRAMATIC zoom in*

"Nande demo-tai to tatakatte nda?" (Why fighting the protesters?)

"Kimi o suki dakara." (Because you are adored/liked)

*gritting my teeth and punching the air* If we take a look at it again, that sounds like some sort of a VERY deliberate double meaning words right?

Since "Kimi o suki dakara" could mean "Because I like you" and it sounds like as if Yoshida also fighting for Denji versus people who hates him (the protester).

After that, it cut shorts to the next panel where Denji say this-

Then they had a brief moment of silence where Denji looked up at Yoshida and Yoshida's eyes remain hidden.

It's so??? Skskskskskk. Fujimoto, what kind of yoai are you sniffing when writing these two.

[inkymaws]

[eddiestightywhities]

When there's now this thing in your life, a new thing between you and another person, a thing you can't quite put your finger on to be able to try and describe it.

When you start to become so comfortable with this person that they start to become your person, and before you're really aware that anything has changed between you, you've just suddenly become one hundred percent theirs.

When you then get so close to that person that you don't really realise that things have shifted so significantly between you, because it's so infinitesimally and yet so dramatically all at once, and because everything just feels so damn right all the time and exactly the way you feel things are supposed to feel, so why would you ever think about changing it?

When it dawns on both you and that person—maybe one of you gets there before the other, maybe both at the same time?—that the two of you have moved on from being just friends and are morphing into something else, so seamlessly and with such ease that you don't have to question it, because it is just a thing that sort of is now.

When your touches become lighter, lingering things, softer and warmer and more frequent than before, and occurring much, much more and in a very different way than with anybody else in your life.

When you and your person and this thing that you now share become more wanting and more needy, and yet somehow so unerringly steady, and also so wonderfully and assuredly grounding and immovable, all as one, all at the very same time.

When together, you become more.

When you find you have found your way to your person, and to this thing, the thing that you now mold and nurture and that molds and nurtures you, slowly; unwaveringly; absolutely; discovering that it's helps you to move in new ways and to unfold as a person, to breathe, to settle into yourself.

When you have this thing (all of these things) in your life and realise that this is it, this is the thing they've been writing about throughout the ages.

When you realise that this thing—your thing—is a thing called love.

[hidey-writes]

six sentence saturday

Flat on his back in the hospital bed, Gu Yiran rasps, “Zheng Bei, you look like shit.”  Zheng Bei looks like he hasn’t slept, hasn’t even changed out of his clothes since the rescue last night. He smells like smoke and fire and gunpowder. There’s a streak of blood dark against the side panel of his jacket, and from the placement Gu Yiran can't tell if it's Zheng Bei's or not. “You—” Zheng Bei says jerkily, and can’t seem to finish his sentence.  From somewhere behind Gu Yiran, Xiaoguang calls, “Ran-ge, maybe you haven’t seen it yet, but you look a lot worse than he does!”

i'm no longer exactly sure where this fic is going but i am sloooooowly feeling my way through it. this bit is from somewhere at the start, it's been really fun picking and choosing what parts of the canon "gu yiran wakes up" scene (and stuff afterward) i want to keep versus what parts to just nod at as a teaster and then totally change to fit my own desires >:)

[smolstarthief]

Hmm... I kinda want to mention/discuss how Husk and Alastor have more in common than the fandom thinks and can even be interesting foils to each other but idk if you all ready for that tea yet... 👀

[whim513]

i need to put Cioccolata in a lab immediately because he FASCINATES me I dont want him like romantically but i need to know every single detail about him AND Secco too because WHAT on earth ‼️‼️

[pondslime]

GORL.............we are popping the BIGGEST bottles 🍾🥂🎉

[devilsskettle]

actually it does kind of bother me that people don’t want to talk about how margot verger is a poorly written/poorly adapted lesbian character because we want to like her so bad given her sympathetic circumstances and tentatively happy ending/happy marriage. also because it’s hard to parse if she’s a more or less offensive depiction of a lesbian in the book because she’s a “stereotype” (butch) and it’s implied that she’s only a lesbian because of abuse at the hands of her brother (not an implication they reverse in the show necessarily) and because the writing is both a product of its time (the 90s) by a writer who has previously written transphobic/homophobic tropes (see: the silence of the lambs, which the show does not adapt, which i think was a smart move tbh). but low key wouldn’t it have been cool to have a butch lesbian get a (tentatively!) happy ending in a mainstream horror tv series

[kohakhearts]

theres a really. special kind of despair in the uncertainty brought about by moments of success and achievement. the inevitable “what now” of reaching your goals. and i kind of wish someone had warned me how hollow graduating university would feel, tbh