#I don’t know what it is I’ve just never been good at drawing Amy

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Week 2: Communication

A headcanon of mine is that, due to his isolation, Knuckles has a hard time socializing and probably a fear of public speaking

“Communication” is such an interesting prompt and I love the possibilities!

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WIP WORKING WEEK DAY 5: NOT NOW BUT SOON AKA. 10 THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU AU (going to have to re-do this banner because i changed the fic name oops) The last day of WIP working week - thanks for supporting my little snippets! It's been a fun challenge! I'm doubling this up as my WIP Wednesday, so thank you to @catanisspicy @alrightbuckaroo @heartstringsduet @lemonlyman-dotcom @cha-melodius and @three-drink-amy for the tags!

TK stakes out in front of Carlos’ dorm building for almost two days straight, to no avail. At one point he does a stint of five, incredibly boring hours until his phone dies. People keep giving him weird looks, but he remains unperturbed until his stomach is rumbling so loudly it can’t be ignored and he has nothing better to do than watch two pigeons scuttle about on the concrete in what he assumes is a weird mating dance. 

Vaguely, he wonders whether he’s doing a similar thing. Nothing he’s doing right now makes much sense, and yet he’s desperate to make it up to Carlos in a way he can’t quite rationalise. As he watches one pigeon persistently try to escape the attentions of the other, he can’t help but draw some parallels.

On Friday, TK is surprised to see Carlos in his Roman Political Thought seminar. Not in the least because he’s half convinced that Carlos hasn’t been outside of his room or eaten for two days.

“Where have you been?” TK asks, leaning over the two-person table Carlos has opted for. The blond guy in a Ralph Lauren polo shirt sitting next to him gives TK a weird look, which TK pointedly ignores. 

“Why is that any of your business?” Carlos counters coolly. 

“I’ve been trying to find you,” TK hisses, wishing he could stop time as the professor clears his throat pointedly.

Carlos arches an eyebrow in TK's direction. “You seemed too busy to talk last time,” he points out. “Didn’t feel like a priority.”

“It’s not like—”

“Please take your seats,” the professor interjects in a stern voice, and when TK turns around he’s met with a very stony expression. He tries to look appropriately apologetic as he shuffles off towards a nearby desk. The existing occupant – a girl with a dark braid – sighs pointedly as he sits down.

“Good morning to you too,” he mutters under his breath. She scowls at him and flips her braid over her shoulder.

The seminar proceeds as usual, albeit seeming to pass with agonising slowness, and one hour into the session the professor lets them take a five minute break. TK looks up to see if Carlos is interested in continuing their terse conversation, but he walks quickly from the room before TK can really get a handle on the situation. He half-rises out of his seat to follow, before the girl next to him groans.

“Dude,” she interjects, drawing his attention. “Take a hint. He’s not interested.”

TK grits his teeth and looks at her sharply. “He’s my friend,” he argues. “I just did something to piss him off.”

“Then let him cool down,” she says insistently. “It’s never a good idea to try and corner someone when they’re in that kind of mood. You’ll only make them more likely to lash out.”

There’s something in her voice – a blunt kind of honesty – that gives TK pause for thought. He sits back down in the chair and turns to her, watching as her fingers fly over the keyboard of her laptop. 

“I’m TK,” he blurts out, unsure why he feels indebted to this stranger. He watches as her fingers pause for a moment, then fall onto the edge of the computer as she sighs.

“Nancy,” she replies wryly, giving him a once over. “I recognise you from my biology classes. Don’t ask me to be your partner in any group assignments, just because you know my name.”

I'll leave an open tag for anyone who would like to participate, and maybe add @goodways @ramblingdisaster73 @detective-giggles @rosedavid @jesuisici33 @orchidscript @ambiguouspenny @freneticfloetry @basilsunrise and @beautifulhigh assuming you haven't already done it :)

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What is ur biggest non-shamy headcanon which u wish was a fanfic??

Hey! Mmmm fanfic or not, I’m trying to think on what I would love to know or happened with the rest of the group… hard to answer as I don’t normally think about it too much, maybe some years ago my answer would have been different but well let me write what comes to my mind now:

- Penny and Amy shared lots of time of their pregnancies and/or baby times as they were pregnant in quite similar time. I like to think they talked a lot in ubbi dubbi and Sheldon got annoyed about that (I just explained part of a little comic I sketched years ago that Amy was pregnant and Penny just had her baby or was pregnant too I forgot what I drew). I want to revisit this comic one day and finally go for it. Not from the comic but of course Bernadette as the experienced mom gave them lots of good advice (and unsolicited advice too) but they were a good group of supporting moms in the end. Being myself a mom now I miss having some other people that could do this role around me, I feel so alone and I would like them to have this group support.

- But I’m not a “omg they should have 6837262 babies and be prefect parents” in fact I don’t like to read fanfics about parenting, perfect pregnancies or over the fluff sugar rainbow idea about having kids. Having kids is HARD, exhausting and reading fics that the only topic is about that for me is boring. I had this opinion even before being a Mom myself. In case of fanfictions I would prefer to read about idk, Leonard getting some scientist recognition, maybe he collaborated with Sheldon in any other experimentation or maybe it was something HE did and can be proud of, and rub it in front of his mom lol. And do you think Penny will got a good role that could alternate with her current job and eventually even maybe getting into doing classes for actors and actresses? Later being the teacher of Shamy’s daughter hehe. Or maybe she got a big role eventually!

- What about Raj? Maybe he finally gave up to being so stubborn and embrace his bisexuality and got a boyfriend? I’ve read several fanfics that embraced this idea, I liked it.

- Something I like to think is that they cosplay A LOT. Getting the girls into liking the idea of cosplaying and having fun with that. Even id it was just for halloween or because they agree to go to any comicon or for the older kids or because later the guys agreed to do something the girls want to do and it’s for balance. The only reason I like to think that is because I have a lot of drawings and drawings ideas about them cosplaying, like the super mario bros x tbbt drawing I did or other sketches I never posted here like them as Scooby doo mystery inc.

Idk what else to think about, probably more ideas will come later, I didn’t come up for any Howard or Bernie idea, drop other ideas if you want below.

I rambled a lot, but I should get going! Thanks for the ask!

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Where’s that smile?

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Heyyy back with another fanfic. Sorry it’s been a minute since I’ve written a full length one. I’m Going through weird teen stuff! I’ll try to keep somewhat active since school starts back in a week.

Summary: Luz has a bad day at school in the Human Realm. Amity decides she’s in dire need of cheering up.

Lee:Luz

(Kayla writes something other than Lee Amity?? REAL??) No but I’m sorry I kept writing that over and over again (I will do it again probably because I’m hyperfixated on her. I WILL TRY NOT TO AS MUCH THOUGH!)

Ler:amity

SPOILERS FOR THE OWL HOUSE FINALE IF YOU HAVENT WATCHED THAAAAT

Warning: this is a sfw tickle fic for comfort purposes. If you don’t vibe with that, that’s fine but just know what you’re getting into and scroll away!

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Today Luz Noceda couldn’t catch a break.

School sucked. She was getting really tired of picking spitballs out of her hair, hearing snickers behind her back, and to top it off, drawing King on the corner of the math worksheets she received was becoming something her hands just did now. Like second nature. Having to see his face every single time a paper was passed out was already bad enough for her psych, and yet there was another worse issue with it that was rearing it’s ugly head.

Her teacher didn’t like the drawings very much.

Most of the time, there was only a few little notes next to the pictures When her work was passed back to her after it was graded.

“Don’t draw monsters next to your geometry.” Or something like that.

Luz always just shrugged and made a mental note to stop, but just found herself unable to.

Today though, it had seemed like her teacher had it with her King portraits, and had held Luz back after class to lecture her.

Luz didn’t get it. The work was done AND (mostly) correct. So what if there was a silly drawing in the corner?

But, all of Luz’s rightful points were left unsaid as the teacher ranted to her about unprofessionalism.

About how this wasn’t art class.

And Luz just had to nod tiredly.

And do nothing.

And now, she was low.

So, when she entered the Noceda household, one witchling in particular caught on almost immediately to her blueness.

-

Amity Blight knew her girlfriend inside and out, maybe even better than Luz knew herself. And although Luz had never been particularly happy during their stint in the human realm, she picked up on the extra sadness that weighed her human down today.

How those eyes just looked so.. downcast.

Well, that just couldn’t do!

A short talk later about Luz’s day, and a little rant from her about the unfairness of her teacher that also followed led Amity to discern just what her batata needed.

A good laugh, of course!

It only made sense after all.

What did Luz do every single time Amity found herself in a little sad rut?

She Made her laugh!

It was about time that favor was repaid.

She needed a plan, though..

-

“I’m off to bed!” Luz called from the kitchen, making her way to her own room. She halted as Amity waltzed behind her, hugging her from behind with a playful little canter in her voice.

“Oh no you don’t!~”

Noticing her tone, Luz sighed and turned to meet the other girls face.

“I’d love to play cards with you again, Ami, but I’m not really up for it tonight.”

Amity chuckled, reaching up to put a stray curly hair of her girlfriends mane behind her ear.

“We’re not going to play cards, silly. But I am_ gonna get that smile on you again.”

-

“You could’ve just asked.” Luz said, putting on the best smile she could for her.

It wasn’t her normal one.

“Nuh uhhh! That’s a sad smile. Where’s the Luz smile?” Amity giggled, placing a finger under Luz’s chin.

“I dunno if I can do that one tonight, sweet potato..” Luz replied dejectedly, looking to the side as her hand reached up to touch the one at her chin.

“Not without help you can’t!” Amity grabbed her hand gently, pulling her along to the living room couch.

“What’re you getting at?” The human raised an eyebrow.

-

Sitting down with her, Luz took in her surroundings.

Around them, Camilla was getting ready for bed, the sound of her taking a shower just being heard down the hall.

Willow and Hunter were having an epic Uno battle while sprawled out on the carpet. (Willow was winning.)

In another corner, sitting on the floor, Vee ranted to Gus on and on about things she learned about in the human realm as some space documentary played on the tv in the background.

It was.. really calming, actually?

Everyone was seemingly okay for the moment.

Her observations were cut short, however, as Amity tackled her, letting out a little playful growl.

“What I’m getting at..” Amity started, wiggling her fingers over Luz’s ribs teasingly,

“Is that I know EXACTLY how to cheer you up!”

“Amityyyy-EHEHEHE!” Luz’s whine was cut off as her girlfriends fingers dug into her ribs and sides, reducing her to giggles.

-

“There’s that smile!” Amity exclaimed happily, reaching up to tickle the humans’s armpits next, the girl’s laughter going up like 3 octaves as she did so.

Everyone in the room glanced up for a moment at the predicament.

Willow in particular grinned smugly, and she yelled out “Get her knees, Ams!”

Amity nodded, reaching down one hand to squeeze at Luz’s knee, trying her best to also keep her pinned.

“SCREHEHEW YOU WIHIHILOHOW!- AHAHAHAHA!” Luz fell into cackles as she was mercilessly attacked.

A few minutes later, and the tickles had stopped, Amity instead pulling Luz in and snuggling all the ghost sensations away, playing with her hair as they listened to some British man in the documentary talk about black holes.

-

Surprisingly, this had felt.. nice.

Her laughter was such an odd sound to her now, besides the occasional chuckle here or there.

Everything had been so crazy lately.

And yet, now here she was, laughing and carrying on, just like the rest of her friends.

It was far from perfect, and this bout of happiness wasn’t going to last forever or make everything suddenly okay

But, atleast now she was relaxed for the night.

And she was smiling.

Her real one, this time.

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@l-sincline submitted:

Hi @w0lp3rtinger !!! I was so excited to see your name in my inbox lol. I ended up going for a double whammy since I couldn’t help but also write something to go along with what I was thinking while I was drawing… I hope you have an amazing rest of 2023 and an even better 2024!

For one to sleep as deeply as Amy Rose did that night, you had to be up to some serious shenanigans earlier that day. And perhaps she had been. At least, that’s what she kept telling herself they were. 

Time and time again she was thrown into danger for the sake of her fellow Mobians, it was a choice she made willingly- right? And yet, sometimes she doubted herself. It would all come crashing back to her, those memories of being a young girl. To be completely honest these days she couldn’t even quite say why she’d become as enamored with Sonic as she had been, it all seemed so distant. He was handsome, sure, but there were plenty of handsome guys out there- plenty that she had fawned over through screens and pages. Perhaps it was that Sonic was tangible. While those stars strutted runways and movie sets and imaginary fantasy lands, Sonic was right in front of her. Even if he was annoyed, even if he was doing his best to disregard her, he was still there– talking to her, listening to her, responding to her. 

A younger her must’ve gotten her emotions overwhelmed to have all of that so suddenly all at once. She could only sooth her younger self and say she understood, but she could never completely stop herself from cringing when one of her friends jokingly brought up her old habits. 

And that led to today. As of late she’d felt utterly exhausted– could Eggman really never take a vacation? Early morning after early morning, going out with her friends and cleaning up his messes for hours on end. Tails said he must have some big scheme planned. She wasn’t even sure how long this had been going on for– what could Eggman possibly be scheming that would take that long? 

It was wearing on her. She felt ragged most nights, too tired to even hop in the shower after a debrief. She’d come home, throw down her bag, kick off her shoes, and plop face first into bed for a night of dreamless sleep. Then she’d get woken from that deep sleep to do it all again. Today it left her feeling particularly woozy. 

“You’re not looking great.” Shadow had commented, arms crossed over his chest.

Amy leaned tiredly on the stick of her hammer, watching Sonic and Tails argue back and forth about something. The whole room had been filled with a sort of overwhelming noise from everyone breaking into their own conversations, she hadn’t even noticed Shadow sneak up next to her. Amy sighed,

“I don’t feel so great either.” She confirmed. Shadow hummed.

“Too much fighting? Maybe you should stay back and play command desk for a day or two.” 

“It’s not just that…” She admitted awkwardly. Glancing over to the side, she saw Shadow had turned more to look at her.

“Then what?” 

She paused for a moment before speaking again, “It’s nothing. I shouldn’t have brought it up.” 

“If it’s bothering you, you should talk about it to get it off your mind.” 

She laughed, sometimes Shadow seemed to have a fair amount of wisdom when he wasn’t being stand offish. It seemed she had caught him on a good day. Finally, she sighed again.

“I’ve just been thinking about all this lately and it… I don’t know… bugs me? The way that I got into it, I mean.” She looked over and he simply nodded, as if confirming she should go on. “I mean, didn’t I start doing all this just to chase around Sonic? Do I even really want to be doing this? Or am I doing this because I’ve never known anything else? I don’t even like him anymore, but I still drag myself out of bed every morning and come here, is it all routine now or do I actually want to be here?”

Shadow simply hummed again, silent in thought. Amy turned her attention back to Sonic and Tails’ bickering. They didn’t even look tired. How? How did they do it? If they didn’t seem tired wasn’t that a clear indicator that she was the odd one out?

“You know, you once gave me a pretty profound speech on how great it is to save people and why we should do it. I don’t think you just came up with that because you wanted an excuse to chase Sonic around.” Shadow suddenly spoke. 

Amy looked over in surprise, cheeks heating.

“I didn’t think you remembered that.” 

“Pretty hard to forget.” 

They both stood silently looking at each other for a moment before Shadow held out a hand.

“Give me your phone.” He demanded.

“Why?” Amy asked, slowly pulling out her phone and handing it over.

“I’m turning off your alarms. Sleep in tomorrow. I’ll call in some extra help, we’ve got this. Take a break.” After a bit of tapping around, he handed the phone back. Amy smiled slightly,

“Thanks, Shadow.” 

And now she lay in bed, eyes closed and face shoved into the pillow, contemplating what Shadow said.

It was true, she had indeed put a fair amount of effort into convincing him to help them out all those years ago on the Arc. And he was right, she did still believe everything she had said back then. Now, she hoped that allowing her body to rest to its full potential might bring some normalcy back to her and snap her out of the funk she’d been in. 

Yet, the funk got funkier. 

In her dreams, she ran along a treacherous path, a large robotic Eggman monstrosity chased her. Unable to summon her hammer, all Amy could do was run. The trees around her twisted and turned so high into the sky that she couldn’t see their tops, they disappeared into the dusty pink overcast as their dying leaves showered down on her anyways. She fought to catch her breath as she kept running– she didn’t bother screaming, there wouldn’t be anyone else to hear her here. 

Eventually her foot caught on a gnarled root, and she tumbled to the ground. Amy groaned and lifted herself, twisting to look up at the robotic monster, she snarled and growled– hoping any sort of ferociousness might scare it away. 

No such luck. The creature raised a clawed hand high into the sky and Amy’s eyes widened, she raised an arm to cover her head and waited for the impact.

Suddenly, a flash of light.

The creature cried out in pain as it seemed to turn to dust before her very eyes. Her hero’s silhouette against the now appearing sun. She squinted and lowered her arm as he turned and leaned over her, moving to pick her up.

“Shadow?” She spoke aloud, bewildered.

“Are you hurt anywhere?” He seemed to disregard her confusion, leaning in carefully to inspect her. She blushed– hard.

“Wha- why are you in my dream?” 

“I’ll take you home. Everything will be okay now.” The dream Shadow had ignored her once again. She was lifted off the ground and into his arms. 

Amy was silent. She watched as the dream apparition of Shadow carried her stoically along the path, eyes trained in front of him. He wasn’t real, and yet he felt so unbelievably real. She could feel him breath, she could feel his grasp change as he shifted her in his arms to be more comfortable, the long fur on his chest tickled her nose. 

In the blink of an eye, he had carried her to her own bedroom. She couldn’t even remember leaving the forest. He lay her gently on the bed before climbing up and sitting with her, holding her head in his lap and brushing hands gently over her quills. As she gazed up at him, she noticed he looked peaceful.

“When you wake, I may not be there with you. But you can always find me here, if you need to.” 

Amy was confused, why was dream Shadow so cryptic? She had a million questions she wanted to ask, all of them at the tip of her tongue waiting to spill over. But against her will, sleep pooled into her mind. It weighed down her eyelids and slowed her breathing, and as the dream Shadow’s gentle caress of her quills continued, she was lulled into sleep. 

Upon waking, Amy ended up only having one question:

“What the hell was that?”

[christinescupofcoffee]

❤️ how tall are you? 5’7” (if I wear my boots, I’m closer to 5’8”)

🧡 what is your sexuality? I really don’t know, I might be bi, I might be pan? I have ruminated over this more than I ever would have liked.

💛 what is your favorite feature on yourself? Probably my belly. It used to be so fat and now it’s just a little bit round. I never want to lose it. It’s also where I feel the most wounded (that, and my hair).

💚 where are you from? I was born in the L.A. area, spent my childhood in Carson City, grew up in the California desert, lived in southern Oregon for four years, and now I live in the California mountains, so the west coast.

🩵 do you have any pets? All the dogs, all the cats. Both are the loves of my life 🐾🐾

💙 do you have any siblings? Just my older brother and we’re not close at all (especially not after this year). I’ve felt like an only child since I was about ten.

💜 describe yourself in five words or less! Tender. Sensual. Well-rounded. Misunderstood.

🩷 dream job? Either owning a bakery that’s also an art gallery or working at Schat’s bakery up in Bishop.

🖤 favorite hobbies outside of your blog. Baking, cooking, drawing, painting, ceramics, reading, gardening, hiking, boxing, yoga, rowing, baseball, bike-riding, collecting rocks seashells books Legos and Funko pops, road trips, and crocheting

🎂 when is your birthday? April 15

🌙 your zodiac (Sun, Moon, Rising) wet n’ wild Aries sun, mad scientist Aquarius moon, and chubby comfy Cancer rising

💉do you have tattoos and/or piercings? I used to have ears pierced, but they’ve long closed up. My dream tattoo is a cardinal with a sunflower in its beak.

🚗 can you drive? yes!

✈️ favorite place you’ve traveled? Either Seattle or Atlanta.

🎤 have you been to a concert? oh, yes.

🎵 favorite artists? Chris Cornell, The Beatles, Green Day, Nine Inch Nails, Alice In Chains, Hole, Nirvana, Mother Love Bone, Stone Temple Pilots, Queens of the Stone Age, Deftones, Type O Negative, The Tragically Hip, Anthrax, Testament, Alex Skolnick Trio, Death Angel, In This Moment, Crypta, Led Zeppelin, Black Sabbath, Van Halen, Oasis, Blur, The Arctic Monkeys, The Cure, Syd Barrett, Bob Dylan, David Bowie, Tom Waits, Lana Del Rey, Alanis Morissette, Mark Lanegan, Amy Winehouse, and PJ Harvey

🎧 last song you listened to? “I Don’t Know” by Paul McCartney

📺 last show you watched? Ink master

📝 last thing you wrote? New chapter of Quarter After Twelve.

🔐 something no one would guess about you? I helped build a formula car from the ground up. I’m half Belgian/French and I have roots in Portugal and the Baltics (I get mistaken for Hispanic and Native American all the time). I was almost homeless when I was 18.

🧟‍♀️ scariest thing that’s happened to you? I had a suicide attempt when I was 19. I was actually making the noose when I started thinking about my mom, how she would react if she found me.

🔥 craziest thing that’s ever happened to you? When Chris became my friend! 10 years later, it still feels surreal.

🍓 favorite food? A nice Reuben sandwich. I also love Mediterranean food (then again, I just love to eat).

🍅 least favorite food? Eggplant (the only time I actually like it is in ratatouille). I also never had good gumbo.

🍊 favorite season? Springtime

🍋 favorite genre to read / watch / write? To read: mysteries. To watch: cooking shows and British comedy. To write: science fiction and gothic literature.

🍐 if you could make one character real, who would it be? My boys Andy and Richie. Andy, because he’s sweet and vulnerable; Richie, because he’s sweet and in need of guidance.

🫐 some place you’d love to visit? Oh, so many. New York, New Orleans, New England, Chicago, Hershey (Pennsylvania), The Grand Canyon, Zion National Park, Glacier National Park, Canada, Hawaii, Costa Rica, Chile, New Zealand, Japan, South Korea, Vietnam, Israel (yes), Morocco, Cyprus, Greece, Slovenia, Hungary, Germany, Belgium, France, Portugal, The British Isles, The Baltic States, and Iceland.

🍇 a word your friends would use to describe you. Unpredictable?

🍒 what is your earliest memory? Watching Absolutely Fabulous with my mom, and also walking around the house with only my pants and boots on (just one of many scandalous things I did when I was little 😝)

🍌 what is one talent you wish you had. Sewing. My mom’s the seamstress of the family and I could just never do it.

💌 why did you start this blog? I need a place for *all* of my writing, fanfic and original works. I also need more excuses to stay away from the dashboard, which is nearly impossible to scroll down anymore.

✏️ when did you start writing fanfic? Believe it or not, when I was about 7 years old. I never wrote anything down (and if I did, I don’t remember it). I wouldn’t come back to it until I was about 14 with Formula 1 fanfic, and then again at 20 with grunge fanfic.

🖇️ what are your favorite asks to answer? All of them. I won’t always answer, but I do enjoy reading comments.

📚 how do you come up with the fics you write? I don’t really know, they sort of “come to me” as it were. If it’s an idea i’m really inflamed by, it hits like a lightning bolt, like i just have to write it.

📌 what is the fic you’re know for? I don’t really know? When I look at my ao3, I don’t really picture any of them being remembered. If anything, I’ll probably be remembered as that one writer who was “obsessive” and prolific.

🔍 what character do you enjoy writing for the most? Alex and Christine (seasons grey). Alex and Samantha, too (fever). Alex and Falk Maria, too (midnight oil). Richard and James. When I was little, I liked imagining the original Cartoon Cartoons as my imaginary friends. All my OCs, too, like it’s nice to make up my own rules again and not “abide by the fandom” (even though aside from Top Gear/Grand Tour and Metallica, I go more into smaller fandoms/fandoms that have long quieted down).

🖊️ what character do you not enjoy writing for? Probably James Hetfield, all because I just hate the fanon that surrounds him (just look at the sheer number of daddy kink/breeder kink fics with him involved and, I’m sorry, but I don’t find them arousing).

💔 is there a fic you wish you didn’t write? Black Diamonds, believe it or not. I actually got called disgusting for that (and from one of those people who goes on ad infinitum about “fandom etiquette” no less; ever since then, I find those posts extremely hypocritical, like they bring out the rule-breaker in me).

❤️‍🔥 what character do you simp for most often? Christine. “I am he, and he is me.”

🧚‍♀️ favorite characters of all time? Lisa Simpson, Tina Belcher, Chandler Bing (r.i.p. Matthew Perry 🕊️), Jennifer Check, Mia Wallace, Black Mamba (Kill Bill), Bilbo Baggins, Katniss Everdeen, Greg and Wirt, Sally Owens (Practical Magic), Doctor Who, Doctor Strange, Dwight Schrute, Oscar Martínez, Christine from Phantom of the Opera, and Elvira

🪐 favorite shows / series of all time? The Simpsons, Bob’s Burgers, the old Cartoon Cartoons, The Office, Parks and Rec, House, Doctor Who, Sherlock, Nip/Tuck, Sex and the City, Get Smart (we used to have TV Land and back in the 2000s, they showed things from the 60s all the time), Seinfeld, 3rd Rock from the Sun, 30 Rock, Top Gear/Grand Tour, Ab/Fab, Skins, Peep Show, Portlandia, Breaking Bad, Lost, Heroes, and Great British Baking Show

🌝 a show you would recommend to anyone? Peep Show. Funny as hell black comedy that actually does it right, like it’s not this painfully on-the-nose crap you see on the internet all the time.

🌚 a show you’d tell people to stay away from? Nothing I can think of. I say let people decide what they like and enjoy—I may not like it myself but that shouldn’t stop you.

🌹 favorite kinks to write for? belly kink, voice kink, lace leather and latex…. I have a huge laundry list of kinks behind me, and I mean huge and I know I’ll be here all night if I fire them off 😅

🥀 kinks you would never write for? cream pies, daddy kink, breeder kink. I’m not too keen about size kink, either.

🌊 a kink you would like to write but you think you’d be judged? I feel judged for all my kinks, tbh.

❄️ full fics, imagines or head canons? Full fics. I do like headcanons, though.

☂️ your favorite fanfic from another writer? Right now: “Dressed to Kill” from the Bob’s Burgers fandom. Can’t think of the author’s name at the moment but I reread it from my bookmarks yesterday and I forgot how much I loved it.

🍄 what is something that’s happened in your life that you wish you could go back and change? I wish I paid more attention to art when I was in high school because I kept being told that it’s not lucrative (and art classes back then were horribly underfunded, too, so I guess it’s good that I didn’t?).

⭐️ what is one of your biggest accomplishments? Why is it so important to you? When I won 1st place for my chocolate babka. I just kind of picked up baking last year, i wasn’t really expecting anything out of it!

🪻what is the toughest thing you had to go through, but can say you’ve successfully overcome? A lot of things. Systemic poverty. Sexism. Verbal and psychological abuse. Bullies. Sadist teachers. Near homelessness. Having my heart broken. Having friends die. Watching my stepdad drink himself to death. Realizing the love of my life lives thousands of miles away and he’s with someone who is slowly killing him. Eating disorders and mental illness. Being underweight. Being obese. Spending three days by myself after my mom was admitted to hospital. I’ve probably beaten some pretty scary inheritances as far as I know (breast cancer, diabetes, heart problems, colon problems…)

🌺 what is the best gift someone has ever given you and why is it so important? My best friend gave me this little figurine of Mickey Mouse with a clear rhinestone glued on his hand… when we were five years old. I still have it. I have it in my purse.

🍀 what is your comfort show/series and why is it your comfort show? How has it helped you? All the shows I mentioned above, but this year, the Top Gear/Grand Tour trio of Jeremy, James, and Richard have been my go-to. I pretty much grew up watching the three of them but they have given me the humor, the intellect, all of it, in a year that… I would much rather forget, if I’m honest.

Get to Know Me!

This is just a fun little thing I’ve been wanting to do since the dawn of time but could never find a post to reblog that satisfied what I wanted. So I made this, feel free to reblog and use it yourself!

❤️ how tall are you?

🧡 what is your sexuality?

💛 what is your favorite feature on yourself?

💚 where are you from?

🩵 do you have any pets?

💙 do you have any siblings?

💜 describe yourself in five words or less!

🩷 dream job?

🖤 favorite hobbies outside of your blog

🎂 when is your birthday?

🌙 your zodiac (Sun, Moon, Rising)

💉do you have tattoos and/or piercings

🚗 can you drive?

✈️ favorite place you’ve traveled

🎤 have you been to a concert

🎵 favorite artists

🎧 last song you listened too

📺 last show you watched

📝 last thing you wrote

🔐 something no one would guess about you

🧟‍♀️ scariest thing that’s happened to you

🔥 craziest thing that’s ever happened to you

🍓 favorite food

🍅 least favorite food

🍊 favorite season?

🍋 favorite genre to read / watch / write

🍐 if you could make one character real, who would it be

🫐 some place you’d love to visit

🍇 a word your friends would use to describe you

🍒 what is your earliest memory

🍌 what is one talent you wish you had

💌 why did you start this blog?

✏️ when did you start writing fanfic

🖇️ what are your favorite asks to answer

📚 how do you come up with the fics you write

📌 what is the fic you’re know for

🔍 what character do you enjoy writing for the most

🖊️ what character do you not enjoy writing for

💔 is there a fic you wish you didn’t write

❤️‍🔥 what character do you simp for most often

🧚‍♀️ favorite characters of all time

🪐 favorite shows / series of all time

🌝 a show you would recommend to anyone

🌚 a show you’d tell people to stay away from

🌹 favorite kinks to write for

🥀 kinks you would never write for

🌊 a kink you would like to write but you think you’d be judged

❄️ full fics, imagines or head canons

☂️ your favorite fanfic from another writer

A couple of in depth questions!

🍄 what is something that’s happened in your life that you wish you could go back and change?

⭐️ what is one of your biggest accomplishments? Why is it so important to you?

🪻what is the toughest thing you had to go through, but can say you’ve successfully overcome?

🌺 what is the best gift someone has ever given you and why is it so important

🍀 what is your comfort show/series and why is it your comfort show? How has it helped you?

[badnikbreaker]

@synnrrgy : “  i’m broken.  and i don’t need anyone to try to feed me white lies about it.  something inside me is broken and it isn’t just going to be put back like it was.  ” eyes once vibrant and riddled with anger, now calmed and simmering with the morning's heat.  another set of words he had to waste, with someone who wasn't-- who he needed to care for. instead of bitter and acidic, the tone was exhaustion ; dryly spoken, as if there wasn't any moisture to draw from. 

“  . . . but im okay with that.  ” the mammal would fall to his knees, a pained smile, though crooked, plastered the mammal's features. those hydro coils once out and swirling around violently at the pink hedgehog now ceased entirely. instead, the coils did expand, like bubbles. spreading far enough to hover over the body of the kid. once big enough, it would swallow them whole, abducting the body and presumably entering a state of homeostasis.     /     accepting.

Broken.  Amy’s teeth grit.  I’m broken, like that’s an excuse, like that’s the end.  The kit hides away, the kit GIVES UP, and Amy doesn’t stop forcing forward — doesn’t stop pushing through the water, not when it strikes out, leaves thin cuts along her cheeks and arms.  Amy doesn’t stop when she reaches the bubble he’s hiding within — she slams her fists against the water, hard.  When it doesn’t give, she takes out the hammer.

“You’re broken,” she mutters, gripping hard.  Louder, so he can hear, “You’re broken!  So what?!  SO IS EVERYBODY ELSE!”

I’m broken, like that’s an excuse instead of the end.  KIT WAS KIDNAPPED!  JOIN THE CLUB!  KIT’S DIED!  SO WHAT?  SO HAS SONIC, TAILS, AMY.  KIT HAS BEEN SHATTERED IN A WAY THAT WON’T EVER HEAL ALL THE WAY, WHERE A GAPING HOLE AND A SCAR IS THE BEST CASE SCENARIO!  SO HAS EVERY FRIEND AMY’S EVER MADE!

“I’m broken!” she shouts as her hammer swings, hard, and hits harder; the water braces and then gives, unable to maintain his shield without its out surface tension holding steady.  Kit’s there, trying to give up, trying to stop.  “I’M BROKEN IN A WAY THAT’S NEVER GETTING FIXED!  I’VE LOST PARTS OF MYSELF THAT I’M NEVER GETTING BACK!”  Kit’s there, convinced that because he’s broken, he gets to stop.  “AND I’M STILL ALIVE!”

What Kit has experienced is horrible.  Is the stuff of nightmares.  But what TAILS has experienced is horrible, too.  What Whisper’s gone through.  What Knuckles has lived through.  WHAT AMY HAS BARELY SURVIVED AND NOT - SURVIVED!  A loving heart shattering and breaking under thousands of deaths because that was the only way they could show the love they felt so clearly.  The only way they could protect everyone, like they always wanted, always needed.  Amy is broken and sick and bad, Amy is a godsdamn murderer.  And Amy is still here, carving out a life worth living.  They’re still here, crying a lot but laughing even more.

KITSUNAMI IS SO STRONG.  Amy feels tears dripping down their cheeks.  KIT IS SO STRONG, AND IT MAKES HER SO FUCKING ANGRY WHEN HE GIVES UP INSTEAD OF FIGHTING FOR THE LIFE HE’S EARNED.

“So you’re broken!  So am I!  It’s not fair that we got broken, it’s not fair people hurt us, but WE’RE STILL ALIVE!”  She moves closers, not afraid, just angry, just loving, just SICK AND TIRED OF DEATH AND OF GIVING UP.  “You’re still alive!  Just because you’re broken doesn’t mean there’s not a life out there for you, that you can’t MAKE A LIFE!”

Crying a lot, but laughing even more.

“I’ll help you make a life.  I know how to go through hell and claw something good out of the wreckage.  But you don’t get to act like you’re the only person who’s WRECKED.”

[erogenousmind]

Tea

“I can’t believe I’m actually doing this,” Amy said, her eyes down. She cupped the warm mug in both hands as she spoke, a wisp of steam rising from it. “What was I thinking?”

She looked up at the man reclining leisurely in his seat across from her. Late afternoon sun coming through the window next to them drew patterns of light and shade across his face. Amy considered him as she lifted up her mug and took a sip of tea. Just fifteen minutes ago, he had just been a thumbnail and a provocative name to her, nothing more. A name she had fantasized about more frequently and more intimately than she cared to admit, a name that represented a mind that had such a way with words, that knew how to draw her in and keep her captivated, but still just a name.

His real name, as he had told her when they met, was Ian. More attractive than she might have feared, he seemed much more comfortable with the present situation than she thought possible. As if they were just two friends meeting at a coffee shop for a drink. “Maybe I hypnotized you into coming here,” Ian answered with a wry smile.

Amy’s fingers gripped the mug tightly for a moment and relaxed again. She glanced around quickly but was confident no one was close enough to hear their conversation. She wasn’t embarrassed exactly, it was just...personal. She’d never talked about anything like this with anyone in person. At least not before now.

She laughed nervously. “Right. That’s the only explanation. Doesn’t explain how I summoned the courage to message you in the first place though. Unless your stories have been secretly programming me this whole time?”

“Oh they have, just not to do that. That was all you.” Ian was grinning now, his face playful but warm. “I am curious though. You told me online that you enjoy what I write, but that can mean a lot of different things. Many people can read a story or a detailed description of going into trance and fall under themselves. Some are able to go deep enough to experience it in their mind firsthand, at least the feeling of it. What can happen to you when you read something I write?”

I end up having to change my panties, Amy thought, blushing a little. “Um, I don’t know. Sometimes, like when you are describing what it feels like to drop, I can kinda imagine that happening to me. Like I might start feeling really relaxed or super focused. And sometimes I have to read something you wrote again because I kinda space out and don’t remember everything? And I guess I can get lost in the story sometime. Like I am the one being hypnotized and just going deeper every time. And I think about if I were being conditioned over time, like you were joking about, I’d probably drop super easily. I’d be getting better at it but I might not even notice. But I don’t know if it really works like that...I uh...I dunno. I’ve never really been hypnotized before I just...” She paused, feeling incredibly self conscious. “I really enjoy reading your stories.”

Amy looked down again, feeling the warmth in her cheeks. She felt like she was gushing at him. She didn’t know how to talk about any of this. She didn’t know what she was doing. But she had messaged him, and when they found out they were in the same city and he had suggested they meet for a coffee or something, she had been far too excited by the possibilities to say no.

Ian’s smile had softened and he looked at her patiently. He spoke slowly. “I really appreciate that you are comfortable opening up to me. I know that can feel really hard, but you don’t need to be embarrassed. I love to hear what you have to share. And that took a lot of courage from you, just like it did to message me.

“If you haven’t been formally hypnotized yet, well, we’ll have to do something about that at some point. But it certainly sounds like you are already very good at finding your way into trance. And if you are enjoying reading what I write, that is the important thing for me, whether you are just drifting down a little bit or if you are able to go incredibly deep every time.

“As to getting better and better at going into trance by reading my words more without even realizing it, well...how about this? I want you to imagine something for me. Imagine the cup of hot water they brought you when you ordered. Picture it in your mind’s eye. Still and crystal clear. It can be like your waking mind. Then I want you to imagine the tea bag dropping into it; dropping you into trance. You can picture what happens. The calm surface of the water is disturbed, but only for a moment. After that, everything looks the same. Same still calm water. Peaceful. But the water is moving below the level you can see. Thoughts are moving through that trance without you needing to do anything at all. It just happens.

“Imagine giving that mug a little stir. Your mind actively working to send you deeper. The colors of the tea spiraling around and down. Your focus on the colors, trance finding its way into every corner of your mind. Sending you deeper. And we can just let the seconds tick away until we arrive at the right strength. You could even count them away as you watch trance spread through your mind. Eight...seven...six...five...”

four...three...Amy continued. She could picture it all so perfectly. She had watched her tea brewing just a moment ago and the image was fresh in her mind. She sank forward lost in the description, just as she had been so many times for Ian’s words. two...one...

“And even if the bag is taken out, you can still see traces of that trance dissolving into the water. Dark and concentrated at first, but then diffusing and fading in color. But you know they are there. Deep in your mind.” Deep thought Amy. “You can picture that so clearly can’t you. Focus on that image.” Focus “The intensity of trance in that moment in the stillness of your mind. And then upon waking, coming back up out of the waters of your mind, those colors and flavors fade a little. But you know they are still there, don’t you?”

Amy nodded her head, her eyes looking to the side as she saw those wisps of color. How many times had she dropped reading his words? How much more than wisps were there in her mind?

“And what if we let your mind steep for longer?” Ian continued. “Every moment the water that is your mind does its work. You don’t need to do anything. We just made the water hot,” Hot “allow you to drop into trance and all you can do is take more and more of it with you. Taking you deeper.” Deeper “You can see the pretty colors drifting and filling the mug. You just watch as we take you deep into trance and condition you. Mixing trance with your mind until it is something else. Something more. You can just imagine with every second your mind is transformed into something else as you stare at your cup of tea and watch your mind sink deeper.”

Amy was looking down at the table behind half lidded eyes. Her mind had become something else, she thought. It was tea now. Looking into her mug she saw it. No trace of the water remained. Just trance. Just his words. Just relax and listen.

“And so maybe you found your way to me that same way. Every time reading just adding more and more to what was already there in your mind. Words and phrases and ideas built up over time. Maybe these were just the words that gave you the courage to reach out to me. Maybe these are the words that let you experience trance so deeply.“ Deep “Maybe you have already been transformed by these words and the words before them as they diffuse through your mind. Maybe they already allow you to switch off your mind and stop thinking. And then these words can just tell you what to do. Maybe these will allow you to reach out again and ask to go deeper. Ask to be hypnotized. To be entranced. And we can just let your mind steep a little longer. Letting the trance grow stronger until your mind is ready. Ten...nine...eight...”

Amy’s eyes were almost closed. The scent of her drink relaxed her body more and more and she sank down. “Mmm...please...” she muttered.

“Six...five...four...”

“Please hypnotize me,” she moaned, her eyelids fluttering.

“Two...one...

“Sleep”

[migulofhearts]

My complete thoughts on Sonic Frontiers (Spoilers Ahead)

Thoughts on Sonic Frontiers

Spent a good amount of time thinking about this game and my thoughts and overall… I had a phenomenal time with this game. First, the pros. It is so much fun to just run around, especially when doing the challenges and fighting enemies. To me, that’s like the main thing to get right when it comes to open world (or open zones in this case). The best comparison I can give is Bowsers Fury, and that’s a good thing cause I adore Bowsers Fury. Also idk where to say this but the fishing is so much fun, useful too!

Next, the combat. Good Lord the combat!!! The skill tree may be small and it very much prioritizes flashy moves over nuance combos, but to me that fits Sonic, and let me say, that flashiness is something else! The ki blast and the move where he shoots orbs are my personal favorites.

Next, the story… THE STORY!!! It made me all types of emotional seeing Sonic, the gang, and even Eggman and Sage being given the respect they deserve. I wanna draw attention to Tails cause… dude, they really fixed him. It was such a genius move to take the fact that Tails was written like garbage in Forces and twist it into an arc where he feels inconsistent and out of touch with his prime. And for Sonic to encourage him for all the feats he’s done and to go and find himself! I was holding back tears during that scene man. Knuckles and Amy also, they were written beautifully. Seeing Knuckles accept that he’s not alone and Amy wanting to spread love to the world feels so good after seeing them relegated to dumb brute and Sonic simp for YEARS. Even Eggman and Sage! I did not expect Eggman to go through it this game, I already love him but man… it feels so good to see him grow after so long. I also didn’t expect to like Sage as much as I did! It may not be for long, but you start to care for her and want her to get the family she wants, which just makes her “death” and Eggman mourning her so much more painful… along with the song that she sings. We love Sage.

Speaking of which… THE MUSIC!!!! OH MY GOD!!!! So many of the Cyberspace themes are bangers on bangers and the Super Sonic themes… wow. I’ve never been too into heavy metal but this makes me want to check out more of it. Also, idk about you but I vastly prefer One Way Dreams to Vandalize, it feels so climatic in the best way, I may be bias cause I love Nate.


Speaking of, all of the Super Sonic fights elevate this game ten fold, they’re all perfect. The music, how he controls, the fights, everything. I don’t know what else to they but…perfect. I can’t remember the last time a Sonic game made me feel something like that. As for my favorite? In terms of the fight, Knight easily. Favorite song? A tie between Undefeatable and Find your Flame

As for cons… sometimes the physics can be finicky, both the islands and cyberspace especially, island 3 had way too may 2D sections that just locked you in them, the game kinda loses track in the endgame. I liked the Touhou styled final boss but there’s no denying the other Super fights were much more hype.

I have other tiny gripes here and there but not enough to lower my love for this game. Does it have issues? Yes, but I know they will be ironed out by the next game, whenever that is.

While SA2 is still my favorite Sonic game, this game comes exponentially close to topping it. It easily tops games like Colors, Mania, Unleashed, and even Generations in my eyes. The ambition, the exploration, the combat, it all adds up to something special.

This game didn’t need to be a gem, it needed to pave the way to a bright future, and it did that in spades. Immense props to Ian Flynn btw, the characters wouldn’t be written this immaculately if it weren’t for him. He shows his passion for the characters, their stories, and the stories that they will tell in the coming future. The future is bright for Sonic, and I for one cannot wait to see that future.

Sonic is really back.

Also I’m so mad, Sage consider Orbot and Cubot her brothers but not Metal? I see how it is. I got my NEO Metal mention though so it’s all good

ALSO THEY JUST CAUSALLY MENTION STICKS AND IDW BEING CANNON ALONG WITH MENTIONING THE BLACK ARMS WTF

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Wedding crashing, please: Trey stealing the bride (because maybe he was a dense idiot before, idk), with the help of Rook and Tweels.

***Mild spoilers for Trey’s Lab Coat personal stories, and the Ghost Marriage and Wish Upon a Star events!***

“I object to this wedding...!”

Pre-Wedding Jitters

Trey has never understood all the “love” stuff that people gush about, or the heights that it drives them to. You can’t exactly add “love” as an ingredient in cake, and isn’t “love” the whole reason why a ghost bride slapped him? Needless to say, he’s not well-versed in the ways of romance.

As his childhood friend, you’ve always known him to be like this: level-headed and practical. You really look up to him a a big brother figure, someone always keeping you straight-laced and out of trouble.

He was the one that wiped your tears when you scraped your knee while playing, the one that made mud cakes with you after a heavy rainfall, the one you split your profits with after running a lemonade stand for the afternoon. Your best friend, always by your side.

Even when Trey went off to NRC, he’d always keep in touch and make time to visit you on his breaks, a few pastries in hand and a smile to greet you with. You’d lounge under blue skies for hours on end, sharing stories in a field of clovers.

Oftentimes, your stories involve your long term S/O, or how serious your relationship is getting. “I think he might propose soon,” you confide in Trey. He’d respond jokingly with, “That so? Then I’d recommend the Clover bakery to do your wedding cake.”

He graduates and moves back to the Rose Kingdom, taking on a more active position at his family’s business--and suddenly, you’re seeing each other almost all the time again. Your stories become all the more real to him, and you bring your S/O to the bakery a few times.

“This is Trey, my childhood friend. My best friend, in fact! Trey, this is my fiancé.”

“Your... fiancé? When was this? This is the first I’ve heard about it.”

“Oh, you know... Things happened,” you respond with a dreamy blush. “We’re actually here today to order our wedding cake. You always suggested using the Clover bakery for it, right?”

“Right...” (Trey takes your order, but he isn’t smiling about it.)

Later on, he receives an invitation in the mail--an invitation to your wedding. That gnawing sense of unease continues to grow and eat away at him with each passing day.

Finally, Trey can’t take it and ends up venting his frustrations to one of his old classmates and Science Club companion, Rook, over the phone. “I don’t get what’s wrong with me. I should be happy for my friend. Instead, I feel like I just ate Lilia’s... ‘cooking’. It’s strange.”

“Ah, mon amie... It is not strange at all. What you are experiencing is nothing short of love!”

“... Beg pardon?”

Rook talks Trey’s ear off long into the night, pointing out the various little things Trey had never noticed before--how his heart races when he’s with you, how he feels terrible knowing he has grown distant from you, all the time spent together that he cherishes. By the time Rook is done psychoanalyzing him, it’s 5 am, and Trey’s in a daze.

“Okay, okay, you... you’re probably right, but... what good does knowing that do for me now? I’ve realized too late, Rook. The wedding date is already set.”

Trey can’t see the wide smile that unfurls on Rook’s face over the phone. The huntsman only asks for the date and time of the wedding, and for Trey to show up a few hours earlier than its start. “I shall be your marraine fée, Trey-kun!” Rook reassures his friend. “And you, my Cendrillon...! Mark my words, I will see to it that you arrive at the ball at your finest.”

The Crashing

It’s the day of the wedding, and Trey shows up early just as Rook told him to. He’s not sure what he expected, but he certainly didn’t expect to be accosted by Jade and Floyd. Together, the tweels drag him to a spa and dump him into a bath, where Trey is scrubbed and polished until his skin glows.

His flour-dusted apron is exchanged for a beautiful suit and tie, and his makeup is expertly painted on by Rook himself. As the huntsman goes about his work, the twins stand by, snickering to one another as they watch Trey twist in confusion.

“Uh, what’s all of this for?” Trey asks, but Rook tuts and tells him to keep still, or else the eyeliner will apply crooked.

“You must look your best for the wedding crashing, non?”

“Wedding crashing?! Isn’t that a little too extreme of a solution--” He ends up having a coughing fit, for Rook hits his face with a powder puff. “And why are Jade and Floyd here too?!”

“We heard from Umineko-kun that he needed some help busting a party~ Plus, it just seemed like fun!”

“Fufufu... Yes, just as Floyd said, it seemed like fun. That, and... It pains me to see you in such a sorry state, Trey-san. Please, do allow me and my brother to play a role in your happily ever after.”

To Trey’s left is a huntsman in love with the idea of love, and to his right are murderous eels only there to amuse themselves. His stomach lurches, knowing that nothing good can be in store with this formula.

They finish a little late because of their bickering. It’s a race against the clock--the vows have begun, and there’s only so much time left to stop them from being sealed.

When security guards try to stop them from entering late, things get... more aggressive that Trey would have liked. No one dies, but it’s safe to say plenty of guards get squeezed knocked out.

The group bursts into the ceremony with a BAM! (thanks to the twins kicking down the door), drawing all heads to them. Trey mumbles an apology, but he’s cut off by Rook loudly introducing him.

“May I present... Trey Clover.” The huntsman pushes Trey forward, making him stumble towards you.

Your fiancé makes a move to protest, but Jade and Floyd are quick to restrain them (”to keep them from interrupting the ‘romantic’ moment”). Rook stuffs an apple in their mouth to make them quiet.

You stare up at Trey in shock. This was not how you had been hoping to see your best friend on your wedding day.

The Aftermath

“Er... here,” Trey mutters, offering a cherry red food processor to you. “You’re meant to give gifts at a wedding, so I brought you this--even though I’m not here as a guest. This wasn’t exactly my idea, but I got dragged into it anyway.”

You awkwardly take the food processor and ask why he’s here, doing all of this.

He scratches the back of his head and averts his eyes. “... To be honest, I didn’t understand ‘love’ for a long time. I probably still don’t understand it entirely. But if there’s one thing that I do know, it’s that ‘love’ can make even level-headed people do and say crazy things. That’s why I’m here now, crashing this wedding.”

A glance to Rook (giving him two double thumbs up, mouthing, “beauté!”) and the tweels (who seem to be having a little too much fun restraining your groom). Then back to you.

“Oh, and sorry about them. They got... too enthusiastic.”

He shuffles his feet. “I guess what I’m trying to say is... I love you. Your eyes could be grapes, and your veil could be a dish rag, but I’d still love you. That’s what I’m feeling--I was just too dense to realize it before.”

“So... I know this is really late, but...”

Suddenly, you feel yourself being lifted into a princess-carry. You yelp, and instinctively cling onto Trey for support.

“Sorry, but I’m stealing the bride,” Trey announces to the stunned hall of wedding guests. Gone is his usual smile, replaced instead with a cocky smirk.

“Marvelous!” Rook nearly sheds a tear at the beautiful display.

Floyd lets out a whoop of support. “Ahahah! Umigame-kun’s getting with the program now~” Beside him, Jade chuckles. “My, what a surprising turn of events. We should not have underestimated Trey-san.” (He drives the apple Rook had shoved into the groom’s mouth in even harder, smiling pleasantly as he does so.)

Thanks to that, the groom passes out, which sends the guests into a panic. Some start to move to block the door, others shout for security (which does nothing, since the twins already took them out).

Jade, Rook, and Floyd collectively work to clear the way for Trey (... sometimes having to rough up particularly feisty guests).

And so, the wedding closes with Trey marching out with you in his arms... and a trail of unconscious bodies in his wake.

[xswestallenfanfiction]

Hope it Wasn’t a Mistake

Smut! Missing scenes from 3x01, what happens in between four Kamikaze shots and "title of our sex tape"

Archive of Our Own

Mesmerized by her laugh, it catches Jake by surprise when he feels Amy’s hand on top of his own. She doesn’t stop there. Amy slides her hand up Jake’s forearm and squeezes his bicep. The look in her eyes is so tantalizing it makes the rest of the room blurry.

The air feels thick with thoughts left unspoken, it makes Jake feel vulnerable. He’s just about to make a joke, kill the mood, bring them back to familiar territory, when Amy leans in towards him and whispers,

“Dance with me.”

Jake’s laughing now. “There’s no music.”

“Yes there is.” Amy insists. “Listen”

She sways in her seat to the rhythm of the music playing on the overhead speakers. The volume is low, like it always is in a fancy restaurant, so the diners can talk. But, it’s playing.

“Come on!” Amy pouts. “Dance with me!”

It’s a good thing Jake’s never been afraid of embarrassing himself, because that’s what he’s about to do as he stands up and takes her hands. Most of their meal and each of their last kamikaze shots is left abandoned on the table.

Amy pulls herself closer to Jake. He takes her in, unsure if he’s ever been this close to her before, almost chest to chest. They’re both tipsy, so their movements are a little off beat. Amy still manages to set on his toes twice in the first two steps.

There isn’t a dance floor, so Jake twirls Amy under his arm in between their table and the neighboring one. Other people in the restaurant have started starting, but neither Jake or Amy notice. They’re too busy letting their hands roam.

Jake feels her let out a deep breath as his hands slide down her waist. Her fingers skim the lapel of his jacket before settling on his shoulders.

“I’ve gotten good at this.” Amy says with pride.

“Well, considering how horrible of a dancer you were, it would be more impressive if you’d found a way to get worse.” He teases.

“I could trip you.”

The smirk on her face just begging him to retaliate.

Jake takes advantage of Amy’s tipsiness and gently pushes her backwards, making her think for a second she’s going to fall. But then, his arm catches her. He’s holding her in a dip, looking down into her eyes.

Amy can’t hear the music anymore over the pound of her heart. The shining light she sees around Jake could be the chandelier or it could just be his glow. She thinks she sees him bending down to her and she closes her eyes in anticipation.

“ Excuse me, ”

The shrill voice makes Amy’s eyes snap open, Jake steadies her back to her feet.

Their waitress is tapping Jake on his shoulder, looking perturbed.

“Can you please sit down? You’re disturbing our other guests.”

“Oh sorr-”

Jake’s slurred apology is cut off by Amy.

“We’re just dancing.” She tells the waitress.

“Ma’am, this is a restaurant, not a ballroom.”

“So? Does that make dancing illegal here? What is this Footloose?”

Amy looks to Jake for support. He’s not sure what’s going on, so he just nods and hopes the situation will deescalate itself soon.

The waitress takes a deep breath before saying, “Well, if you can’t sit down at your table, I’m afraid I’ll have to ask you to leave.”

“Oh, you’re not asking us to do anything. We’re leaving because we want to. Come on, Jake.”

Amy snatched her coat off the back of the chair before downing the last of her Kamikaze shots.

Jake follows suit, slamming his shot glass back onto the table. “Check please.”

They walk out of the restaurant hand in hand, a little unsteady, but with their heads held high. The rush of the cool night air is slightly sobering.

Jake starts laughing uncontrollably.

“What?” Amy asks.

“I can’t believe we just did that.”

“Well, I can’t believe how that woman killed the mood.”

That puts a glimmer in Jake’s eye. He looks at her with mischievous delight. “The mood. ”

Amy doesn’t say anything, she just smiles and looks down at her feet. She’s shifting back and forth on the spot, hips swaying just a little.

“You’re doing your chilly dance.” Jake informs her.

“I call it the warming dance.”

“Is it working?”

Amy sighs, “Not yet.”

“Here”

Jake wraps her tight in his arms and pulls her in close. He positions her hands on either side of his neck, so his bare skin can warm her.

Amy smirks.

“You could’ve just given me your jacket.”

“But then I would be cold.”

She giggles and feels her body move against him.

Their eyes are locked again. The shining light Jake sees around Amy is just her glow, not the streetlights, he’s sure of it.

“I like this better than your jacket anyway.” Amy admits.

“You do?”

“Yeah, it sets the mood. ”

They’re both smiling as they draw closer, eventually closing the gap between their lips. Jake feels Amy’s eyelash tickle his cheek and she feels his hands grip her tighter. Neither of them is cold anymore. What started as sweet grows more passionate as they deepen the kiss. Jake’s hands massage Amy’s waist and the small of her back, while one of her travels down his chest.

Jake’s breathless when he pulls his lips away.

“Uh, we should um, get a cab.”

It’s the last thing he wants to do, but they made rules and it was important to Amy. He knows the feel of her lips on his for one more second would make it too difficult to stop there.

“Okay.” At first, Amy is disappointed. But a moment later, she’s biting her lip and whispering to Jake, “Can we go to your apartment?”

They don’t talk much in the cab. Amy’s head rests on Jake’s shoulder. Their hands intertwined on top of Jake’s thigh.

When they get out in front of Jakes building, Amy feels like she’s walking on air. The rules she’d created that afternoon were completely out of her mind, which was now entirely comprised of Jake.

He had never felt more nervous in his life. With shaking hands he opened his apartment door and gestured for Amy to go in. He helped her out of her coat and moved to hang it up, but he didn’t get the chance.

The coat fell to the floor as Amy grabbed Jake and pushed him up against the wall, kissing him with the determined force of the overachiever she is. Though caught off guard, Jake quickly recovered and matched her fervor. He swelled with pride when he pulled a soft whimper from her.

Amy’s hands brushed over his shoulders to rid him of his jacket. Next, she moved on to the buttons of his shirt. While she was distracted, Jake seized the opportunity to kiss her neck.

Those pesky little buttons slipped through Amy’s hands when she shook under the sensation of Jake licking and sucking his way down to the neckline of her dress. His hands reached around and unzipped her dress. It started to fall and Amy stepped back to slip it off completely.

Jake swallowed. His eyes wide, taking her in. Amy usually felt a little self-conscious undressing in front of someone for the first time. But, standing in front of Jake, in her lacy pink bra and panties, she felt incredibly sexy. She was starting to smile, amused by how long he stood and stared, when she felt his arms around her again.

Jake lifted Amy off her feet, holding her around her back and under her knees. She instinctively put her arms around his neck. He carried her like that, bridal style, into his room and put her down on the bed.

He was starting again. Looking down at her with desire and admiration.

“You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.”

Amy smiled. The affection in his eyes was too powerful. He was sincere. Amy thought to herself how he hadn’t seen anything yet. She sat up and unhooked her bra.

Jake came over her. His lips joining her, his hand cradling her head as he leaned her back onto the mattress. She twisted her hands in his brown curls.

Slowly, Jake made his way down to Amy’s chest. He cupped both her breasts and ran the pad of his thumbs over her nipples. He kissed a trail from her collar bone till he could take one of her nipples in his mouth. She arched her back under him, gasping when she felt his erection press into her thigh.

Pulling him by the hair, Amy made him look up at her.

“Take your clothes off, Peralta.”

Jake started undressing, starting with his half-unbuttoned shirt. Amy couldn’t wait for him to get there, so she went for his belt herself. She pulled it from his pants loops and threw it across the room. Jake slid his hand under her panties and squeezed her ass with one hand before pulling damp lace off with the other. He pushed Amy back down on the bed and positioned his face between her legs.

As Amy spread herself open for him, Jake kissed her inner thigh. He’d never understood the comparison of vulvas to roses until now. He gently moved his finger over Amy’s petals. She was quivering at the touch, breathing too fast to beg his fingers to find where she needed him. Better yet, his tongue did. Amy moaned and bucked her hips. She closed her eyes and was taken captive by the electric sensation.

Pleasuring someone else had never felt so good for Jake. He’d do anything to keep hearing Amy make those moans, gasps, and breathy whines that almost formed a word. He tentatively swirled his finger around her entrance, groaning himself at the feel of how wet she was.

“Ah- please…” Amy cried. “Oh god, Jake…”

Without lessening his attention on her clit, Jake pressed a finger inside her. Amy writhed as he moved it in and out. She’s tight and so slick. Jake added a second finger and curled them in ‘come hither’ motion inside her.

“JAKE!” Amy screamed out.

It was like a tidal wave crashing over her. Jake feels her clit pulse against his lips. He keeps working his fingers in her, a shore to meet her every wave of bliss.

When he felt Amy relax, Jake pulled his fingers out. He admired how she’d left his fingers glistening. He licked his lips, prepared to make a show of cleaning his fingers off, but Amy pulled him up towards her. Face to face in the darkness of the room, nothing but the sound of each other’s breath in their ears, and the feel of each other’s skin on their own. Jake pressed his forehead to Amy’s. She lifted her chin to kiss him. Somehow, this felt more intimate than their previous activity.

The total satisfaction Amy felt moments ago was replaced by an even greater desire when she felt Jake’s erection once again rub against her leg. She reached down to stroke him.

“Fuckkkkk Amy.” He purred.

“Do you keep condoms in your bedside table or your wallet?”

“Uh-” It was hard to remember when she was touching him like that. “Um, both.”

Amy smiled brightly. No bigger turn on than someone who’s prepared.

Slippery fingers and low light caused him to fumble with the wrapper in his hate, but Jake finally got the condom on and turned Amy’s giggle into a moan as he moved his hand up her thigh to her hip. He held her steady and she arched towards him. Slowly, he pushed in.

Amy hummed as she felt stretched by him. It hurt just a little, which made it feel so good.

“Oh Jake, oh my god.”

“Good?” He asked, ready to retreat.

Amy nodded, “Really good.” and circled her hips.

She felt unbelievable around him. So wet and warm, and she gripped him so tight. It was better than he imagined, and he was a little ashamed of how much he’d imagined it. She curled her leg around him, pulling him closer.

Jake moaned “Holy fuck, you’re so hot.”

Amy’s content hums turned to moans she couldn’t hold back as she moved with his ever quickening rhythm.

“Jake…. Jake–oh fuck-ahh…”

“Oh Ames, cum for me.” He breathed into her neck.

She pulled his hair and clenched around him, crying out his name. It sent Jake over the edge, he released into his own free fall, holding her for dear life.

They both laid still, looking up at the ceiling above them. With sex, everything had felt natural and fluid. Now, they each felt stiff and unsure how to return to normal interaction. Jake decided to try.

“So…. we broke a rule.”

[kcrabb88]

Queer Movies/Books/TV Shows for Pride Month!

Happy Pride everyone!! For your viewing/reading pleasure I have made a (non-exhaustive) list of queer media that I have enjoyed! 

Movies/Documentaries

Pride (2014): An old tried and true favorite, which meets at the intersection of queer and workers’ rights. A group of queer activists support the 1985 miners’ strike in Wales (complete with a sing-through of Bread and Roses + Power in a Union)

Portrait of a Lady on Fire: On an isolated island in Brittany at the end of the eighteenth century, a female painter is obliged to paint a wedding portrait of a young woman (or, two young lesbians fall in love by the sea, and you cry)

God’s Own Country: Young farmer Johnny Saxby numbs his daily frustrations with binge drinking and casual sex, until the arrival of a Romanian migrant worker for lambing season ignites an intense relationship that sets Johnny on a new path (Seriously this movie is GREAT and doesn’t get enough love, watch it! It’s rough but ends happily)

The Half of It:  When smart but cash-strapped teen Ellie Chu agrees to write a love letter for a jock, she doesn't expect to become his friend - or fall for his crush (as in she falls for his crush who is another girl. This movie was so good, and really friendship focused!) 

Saving Face:  A Chinese-American lesbian and her traditionalist mother are reluctant to go public with secret loves that clash against cultural expectations (this is an oldie and a goodie, with a happy ending!)

Moonlight:  A young African-American man grapples with his identity and sexuality while experiencing the everyday struggles of childhood, adolescence, and burgeoning adulthood (featuring gay men of color!)

Carol:  An aspiring photographer develops an intimate relationship with an older woman in 1950s New York (everyone’s seen this I think, but I couldn’t not have it here)

Milk: The story of Harvey Milk and his struggles as an American gay activist who fought for gay rights and became California's first openly gay elected official (the speech at the end of this made me cry. Warning, of course, for death, if you don’t know about Harvey Milk)

Pride (Hulu Documentary):  A six-part documentary series chronicling the fight for LGBTQ civil rights in America (they go by decade from the 50s-2000s, and there is a lot of great trans inclusion in this)

Paris is Burning (Documentary): A 1990s documentary about the African American and Latinx ballroom scene. Available on Youtube!

A New York Christmas Wedding:  As her Christmas Eve wedding draws near, Jennifer is visited by an angel and shown what could have been if she hadn't denied her true feelings for her childhood best friend (this movie is SO CUTE. It’s really only nominally a Christmas movie and easily watched anytime. Features an interracial sapphic couple!) 

TV Shows 

Love, Victor: Victor is a new student at Creekwood High School on his own journey of self-discovery, facing challenges at home, adjusting to a new city, and struggling with his sexual orientation (this is a spin-off of Love, Simon, and it’s very sweet and well done! Featuring a young gay man of color)

Sex Education:  A teenage boy with a sex therapist mother teams up with a high school classmate to set up an underground sex therapy clinic at school (this has multiple queer characters, including a featured young Black gay man and also in season 2 there is a side ace character!) 

Black Sails: I mean, do I even need to put a summary here? If you follow me you know that Black Sails is full of queer pirates, just queers everywhere.

Gentleman Jack:  A dramatization of the life of LGBTQ+ trailblazer, voracious learner and cryptic diarist Anne Lister, who returns to Halifax, West Yorkshire in 1832, determined to transform the fate of her faded ancestral home Shibden Hall (Period drama lesbians!!! A title sequence  that will make you gay just by watching!) 

Tales of the City (2019):  A middle-aged Mary Ann returns to San Francisco and reunites with the eccentric friends she left behind. "Tales of the City" focuses primarily on the people who live in a boardinghouse turned apartment complex owned by Anna Madrigal at 28 Barbary Lane, all of whom quickly become part of what Maupin coined a "logical family". It's no longer a secret that Mrs. Madrigal is transgender. Instead, she is haunted by something from her past that has long been too painful to share (this is based on a book series and it’s got lots of great inter-generational queer relationships!) 

The Haunting of Bly Manor:  After an au pair’s tragic death, Henry hires a young American nanny to care for his orphaned niece and nephew who reside at Bly Manor with the chef Owen, groundskeeper Jamie and housekeeper, Mrs. Grose (sweet, tender, wonderful lesbians. A bittersweet ending but this show is so so wonderful)

Sense8: A group of people around the world are suddenly linked mentally, and must find a way to survive being hunted by those who see them as a threat to the world's order (queers just EVERYWHERE in this show, of all kinds)

Books

Loveless by Alice Oseman:  Georgia has never been in love, never kissed anyone, never even had a crush – but as a fanfic-obsessed romantic she’s sure she’ll find her person one day. This wise, warm and witty story of identity and self-acceptance sees Alice Oseman on towering form as Georgia and her friends discover that true love isn’t limited to romance (don’t be turned off by this title, it’s tongue-in-cheek. This is a book about an aroace college girl discovering herself and centers the importance and power of platonic relationships! I have it on my TBR and have heard great things)

Detransition, Baby by Torrey Peters: Reese almost had it all: a loving relationship with Amy, an apartment in New York City, a job she didn't hate. She had scraped together what previous generations of trans women could only dream of: a life of mundane, bourgeois comforts. The only thing missing was a child. But then her girlfriend, Amy, detransitioned and became Ames, and everything fell apart. Now Reese is caught in a self-destructive pattern: avoiding her loneliness by sleeping with married men.Ames isn't happy either. He thought detransitioning to live as a man would make life easier, but that decision cost him his relationship with Reese—and losing her meant losing his only family. Even though their romance is over, he longs to find a way back to her. When Ames's boss and lover, Katrina, reveals that she's pregnant with his baby—and that she's not sure whether she wants to keep it—Ames wonders if this is the chance he's been waiting for. Could the three of them form some kind of unconventional family—and raise the baby together?This provocative debut is about what happens at the emotional, messy, vulnerable corners of womanhood that platitudes and good intentions can't reach. Torrey Peters brilliantly and fearlessly navigates the most dangerous taboos around gender, sex, and relationships, gifting us a thrillingly original, witty, and deeply moving novel (again, don’t be thrown off by the title, it too, is tongue-in-cheek. This book was GREAT, and written by a trans women with a queer-and especially trans--audience in mind)

A Tip for the Hangman by Allison Epstein: A gay Christopher Marlowe, at Cambridge and trying to become England’s best new playwright, finds himself wrapped up in royal espionage schemes while also falling in love (this book is by a Twitter friend of mine, and it is a wonderful historical thriller with a gay man at the center).

Creatures of Will and Temper by Molly Tanzer: a very very queer remix of The Picture of Dorian Gray (which was already quite queer), featuring amazing female characters, a gay Basil, and a much happier ending than the original. 

Red, White, and Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston: The gay prince of England and the bisexual, biracial first son of the president fall in love (think an AU of 2016 where a woman becomes president). Featuring a fantastic discovery of bisexuality, ruminations on grief, and just a truly astonishing book. One of my favorites!

One Last Stop by Casey McQuiston:  For cynical twenty-three-year-old August, moving to New York City is supposed to prove her right: that things like magic and cinematic love stories don’t exist, and the only smart way to go through life is alone. She can’t imagine how waiting tables at a 24-hour pancake diner and moving in with too many weird roommates could possibly change that. And there’s certainly no chance of her subway commute being anything more than a daily trudge through boredom and electrical failures. But then, there’s this gorgeous girl on the train (This is Casey McQuiston’s brand new novel featuring time-travel, queer women, and I absolutely cannot WAIT to read it)

The Heiress by Molly Greely: Set in the Pride and Prejudice universe, this takes on Anne de Bourg (Lady Catherine’s daughter), and makes her queer! 

Tipping the Velvet by Sarah Waters:  Nan King, an oyster girl, is captivated by the music hall phenomenon Kitty Butler, a male impersonator extraordinaire treading the boards in Canterbury. Through a friend at the box office, Nan manages to visit all her shows and finally meet her heroine. Soon after, she becomes Kitty's dresser and the two head for the bright lights of Leicester Square where they begin a glittering career as music-hall stars in an all-singing and dancing double act. At the same time, behind closed doors, they admit their attraction to each other and their affair begins (Sarah Waters is the queen of historical lesbians. All of her books are good, and they’re all gay! The Paying Guests is another great one)

(On a side note re: queer books, there are MANY, these are just ones I’ve read more recently. Also there are a lot of indie/self-published writers doing great work writing queer books, so definitely support your local indie authors!) 

[riversofmars]

I have a prompt. Thirteen's vain attempt to get that fez to Eleven because she runs into River+Amy.. who are like NOPE no way.

Ohh I love this so much, that was a lot of fun! I really hope you like this, just a bit of fun! <3

Rating: G

Word Count: 1300

Read on AO3 or below

Delayed Delivery

“I don't know about you but I’m glad that’s over.“ Yaz sighed once they had returned to the TARDIS. Their excursion to Kablam! had been quite something.

“Same,“ Ryan agreed and Graham nodded as well:

“Me too.“

“Not quite over yet.“ The Doctor grinned when she spotted the fez she had ordered, still sitting on top of the TARDIS console. “The fez!“ She skipped over to it and sat it on top of her head with incredible joy.

“Yeah I did wonder about that, why a fez?“ Yaz asked, as its origin remained a mystery.

“I ordered it,“ the Doctor declared, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“You ordered a fez?“ Graham repeated, trying to figure out what in the world could have possibly possessed her to do so.

“Why?“ Ryan asked bewildered.

“Why does anyone order a fez? Because fezes are cool.“ The Doctor grinned and put her hands on her hips, holding her head - and the fez - high with pride.

“They’re really not…“ Yaz shook her head slowly, wondering how she could possibly have come to that conclusion.

“Only, this one arrived too late.“ The Doctor paid no heed to her comment, instead she went looking for the box and the shipping receipt to make sure her memory was correct. “Ah yes, see, I ordered it like… two lifetimes ago?“ She shrugged and looked back to her friends. “The wedding night of my best friends. Had little else to do, just sitting around the TARDIS while they were busy.“ She gestured quotation marks in the air and grimaced. “I should probably drop it off with my past self, that would have made me so happy.“ She placed the box on the console, took the fez off, quite reluctantly too, and placed it back in the box. She almost took it back out again, thinking better of it, but she managed to stop herself and quickly closed the box to resist the temptation.

“If you had… wouldn’t you remember it?“ Yaz frowned.

“Nah, memories blur when I cross my own time stream.“ The Doctor shrugged.

“Aren’t there like… rules against that sort of thing?“ Ryan asked and they all gathered around the console as the Doctor was beginning to set coordinates.

“All we’re doing is dropping off a fez, won’t even need to interact, just got to find a good time where I know where I am and that I won’t run into any trouble… here we go.“ Content with her choice, the Doctor grinned and launched the TARDIS into the time vortex. It only took a moment for them to land again.

“Where are we?“ Graham asked as the Doctor marched to the door, full of purpose, box in hand.

“Moon made of actual honey. Part of the honeymoon tour. Get it honey… moon…?“ She awaited a reaction to her pun but no-one responded. “Never mind,“ she huffed and opened the door. The Fam followed her and as advertised, they found themselves on a yellow moon, surrounded by little else than beeswax and honey. The landscape was magnificent and the vegetation extraordinary. No words appeared adequate to describe the wondrous place.

“Wow…“ All three of them were at a loss for words as they looked around, it certainly appeared a magnificent honeymoon destination. The air was impossible sweet and warm and there was a humming and buzzing in the air originating from the native bee population.

While the Fam were in awe, the Doctor skipped ahead and found the other TARDIS, her TARDIS but much older, just over a ridge.

“There we go…“ she called the Fam who hurried after her. “See, all we need to do is put this box here and…“

“Don’t move,“ a sharp voice interrupted her. “What are you doing over there?“

“Probably setting down a bomb, who are you?“ Another voice added and the Doctor grinned to herself before turning around, she knew both these voices very well indeed.

“River!“ The Doctor turned to look at her wife who - of course - was pointing a gun at her. “Amy!“ Her mother was right next to her, crossing her arms in front of her chest, with an almighty and very Scottish scowl.

“How do you…?“ Amy’s face fell upon hearing both their names and River raised her eyebrows curiously.

“Who are they, Doctor?“ Yaz asked, a little worried at the presence of a gun and the fact that the Doctor didn’t seem bothered about it at all. In fact she was grinning!

“Oh just… my wife and my mother-in-law…“ She answered joyfully.

“What?“ Amy stared at her for a moment, trying to compute the information.

“Doctor?“ River echoed and as the realisation set in, a wide grin spread across her features, mirroring her wife’s expression.

“Oh no…“ Amy groaned.

“Oh yes!“ River smirked as she put her gun away.

“Hang on, you’re married?“ Graham interrupted, flabbergasted, as were Yaz and Ryan.

“Oh most definitely.“ River grinned and was by her wife’s side in an instant, she grabbed her by the collar and kissed her with great enthusiasm. Amy, for her part, just gave an exaggerated sigh, looking anywhere but to her daughter making out with her wife.

“Okay, I sort of expected this to be the other way around…“ Ryan hummed to Yaz and Graham who nodded.

“What are you doing here, Doctor?“ Amy asked, clearing her throat loudly to interrupt them.

“Oh just… wanted to drop something off… for myself… am I around?“ The Doctor gave an awkward grin, trying not to draw too much attention to the box, as she half hid it behind her back.

“Rory fell in the honey lake and the Doctor is defending him against the bees, we were popping back for a change of clothes.“ Amy explained, rolling her eyes at her husband’s clumsiness.

“Oh I remember this!“ Her explanation jogged the Doctor’s memory.

“Do you get your fez at the end of it?“ Yaz asked curiously and the Doctor winced. She had ruined it.

“Don’t tell me…“ Amy sighed, exasperated.

“What’s in the box, Sweetie?“ River asked, trying to snatch the box away but the Doctor pulled away quickly.

“Nothing…“ She retorted, hugging it protectively.

“Doctor?“ Amy crossed her arms in front of her chest and the Doctor found herself cornered by the two women, she bumped into the TARDIS behind her, having nowhere to go.

“Oh come on, please, I’ve had to wait for this for millennia, that’s how long delivery took, let me have this,“ she pleaded.

“Let’s see if it’s any better on you now than it was then,“ River suggested with a playful smirk.

“River?“ Amy shot her daughter a look as if she couldn’t believe she had really just suggested that.

“Come on, just let us see,“ River repeated and a grin spread across the Doctor’s face. She opened the box, pulled the fez out and sat it on top of her head.

“Look, it’s great, it’s red and hey-!“ Before she could even properly showcase the hat, Amy had snatched it off of her head and chucked it into the air. River’s reflexes were sharp as ever as she drew her gun and shot it. The fez exploded mid-air in a laser blast.

“That was incredible,“ Ryan exclaimed and shaking their heads in disbelief, Graham and Yaz had to agree.

“Yeah, well, we have the practice,“ River smirked, holstering her gun and before she pressed a kiss to her wife’s cheek. The Doctor was thoroughly put out as she was left holding the empty box.

“I’m gonna order another one…“ She huffed, somewhat genuinely upset.

“Hey! OI! What’s going on over there?“ A voice carried across the plain. The Doctor, much younger, taller and bow-tied, was waving at them with Rory in tow.

“NOTHING!“ River and Amy called back, laughing, sharing a high five, as the blonde Doctor was left, huffing, and holding her empty box with great disappointment.

[isabella-111]

ahhh omg! i saw you shipping people so i really want to do it <333

(i love your writing so so so much)

okay okay so, i’m 5’3 she/her with shoulder length brown hair with bangs, i have those wire circle glasses and i feel like a dress like a mixture between dark academia, and fairy grunge. I’d consider myself a perfectionist, especially when it comes to academics, i love romance novels, chai tea, and indie music. I cry a lot, like A LOT, like pretty much in any movie or book or touching moment i’m the one sobbing (an ugly sobbing). i’d consider myself a hopeless romantic, but i’ve never been in a relationship because i tend to move pretty slow before i get comfortable with the person (that’s probably too much to unpack LOL) oh! i’m bisexual, and a lover of the arts (both theatre and drawing). I’d consider myself an introvert and I typically only have a couple friends. friends to lovers is my life <3, and i’m obsessed with mutual pining.

if you could pair me with someone from the marauders era my life would be made :]]]

i ship you with regulus or dorcas

A/n : I couldn’t choose so I’ll let you choose . Also sorry it took so long for me to answer your request its been a busy day but i hope you like it :)

Regulus

- you reggie met through James . You guys definitely had a friendship before he asked you out and when he first asked you out. He didn’t say it was a date but you had the idea . It went something like :

Reggie : hey y/n wanna go to hogsmeede with me tomorrow

You : yah sure

*day of *

Reggie : heyy ready to go

You : yah one sec * you said tying your shoe* ready

Reggie: before i forget mon ami i brought you these *he handed you the loveliest light pink tulips *

You : aw reggie thats so sweet of you thank you *hugs reggie * im gonna leave these here cause i dont want to mess them up * you put the flowers on your side table then get going *

*fast forward to the end of the night*

Reggie : * laughing at something you said *

You : hey im glad you invited me today

Reggie : im glad i invited you too

You : * smiles *

Reggie : i know this is random chèrie but i hope you would consider this a date cause i would love to go on another...if you would want to *he said startly off confidently but then seeming to lose it all *

You : i would love to reggie * you kiss his cheek*

Reggie : *blushing a shit ton* * mentally cursing out his pail skin for letting the red hue show so much*

- regulus is always there for you when your sad whether its a big warm hug or some time alone with a good book and a cup of tea (chai) . no matter what he know exactly what to do to make you feel better

- you and reggie are reading and cuddles type people ( will make more sense later)

- one day when you guys were laying i bed you started sketching regulus cause he just looked beautiful and he was so awkward about it but he likes feeling special and now you have a journal filled with sketches of him .

Dorcas

- picnic dates and record store dates are a go too

- unlike you and Sirius you and dorcas are cuddles and movie type people

- dorcas 100% bought you tickets to your favorite play for your anniversary

- you and dorcas were best friends before you started dating i think dorcas told you she liked you first well she kissed you. This is how i image it

*You and dorcas studying *

You : hey dorcas I don’t get this s-

Dorcas * kisses you *

You : * shocked but kisses back*

Dorcas : * breaks kiss * wow um sorry i just have been wanting to do that for forever

You : no yah its um its ok i mean i dont mind like at all

Dorcas : y/n i really like you would you maybe wanna go on a date with me ?

You : yah I’d love to

The rest was history

[shadamywriter]

“Her Name”

(SHADAMY ONE-SHOT FAN FIC) 

(1k~ words)

Summary: After Team Dark battles their way through the Egg Fleet, Shadow the Hedgehog reunites with a certain pink hedgehog. (Takes Place Between Team Dark and Team Rose Endings, But Before Final Story)

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Her Name

By ShadAmy Writer

“All this for what? Nothing!” Rouge shouted, as she approached her ebony teammate. “I might as well go look for that Master Emerald, since that irritating echidna is here.” She grumbled, as she began to turn and walk away.

A smirk appeared on Shadow’s face, as he crossed his arms. “Ha, something’s never change, do they?” He asked, before following behind his comrade. The events of his past were still unclear. There were large gaps in his memory, but he would get these gut feelings about those he was meeting that he could just tell were correct, whether it be for Rouge, or that blue hedgehog and his friends they had fought in the forest. 

“What’re you saying?” Rouge looked over her shoulder, a grin on her face. “What else is a famous treasure hunter supposed to do?”

“I suppose you’re ri-” Their conversation was cut short by the sound of two pairs of footsteps rapidly clanging against the metal exterior of the ship. Before the two could even turn around, an azure blur ran past them, speaking to them in a familiar voice. 

“Hey Shadow!” The blue hero shouted, as he sped to the opposite end of the ship.

Shadow gripped his fist tight. “That blue hedgehog.” He said to himself, as a smirk spread across his face. It’s a race he wants, huh? Shadow took a step forward, about to chase after his rival, but stopped as he felt Rouge tug on his arm. “Huh?”

“Shadow, look.” Rouge’s voice sounded uncharacteristically serious, only adding to the black hedgehog’s confusion. He soon realized that he was so excited by the possibility of a race that he didn’t think about the second set of footsteps. He turned his head, only to lock eyes with a pink hedgehog. 

She stood there, almost frozen, mouth agape. As he turned towards her, she quickly moved her hand over her mouth. Her body quivered slightly, as she wrapped her free arm around her chest, seemingly attempting to stabilize herself. Shadow definitely recognized her, but like many others he was meeting for the first time again, he was having trouble placing a name. He felt something, but he couldn’t tell what that was either. All Shadow knew for certain was that it felt warm.

“S-Shadow?” The pink hedgehog finally spoke, her voice shaking terribly. Shadow’s eyes widened as she took a step towards them. The ebony hedgehog was no good at reading people’s emotions. The nuances of social interaction not only escaped him, but usually thoroughly disinterested him. For some reason though, his mind was racing trying to read her tone of voice. Was she scared? Sad? He couldn’t be sure. Had he hurt her in the past? If so, he wished he hadn’t. She spoke up once more, drawing his full attention. “You’re… alive?” That phrase was probably the last thing he had expected to hear. A confused look was plastered over Shadow’s face, as he turned his head to look at Rouge. The bat shrugged, letting her ears droop as an awkward smile appeared on her face. She hadn’t been exactly forthcoming with details regarding his past. She had promised that Eggman would provide him all the answers he needed, though the doctor appeared to be absent. Shadow turned his attention back to the pink hedgehog, who was still shaken. 

“Of course I am.” Shadow finally said. He still had no clue exactly who she was or what she felt about him, so he opted to handle this the best way he knew. Through a cocky facade. “After all,” he spoke, running his hands over his quills. “I am the Ultimate Lifeform.” It was dead quiet for a moment. After what felt like an eternity of silence, Shadow heard the pink hedgehog begin to sniffle. The sniffles grew louder, until eventually the emerald-eyed hedgehog burst into tears. Shadow swallowed hard. Well, this could’ve been handled better, he thought to himself.

Much to his surprise however, the pink hedgehog burst into a run towards him. Shadow didn’t know what to do. Should he run away? That’s what the blue one did. Was that the correct move in this situation? Why was she running towards him if he made her cry? Shadow was so lost in his own thoughts, he didn’t realize she had already reached him. He inhaled sharply as he felt her arms wrap around him in a tight embrace. He heard his teammate let out a slight giggle. He found her laughing at him a little annoying, but at least it served as some type of indicator that what was happening was okay.

“I-I t-thought we’d never see you again!” The pink hedgehog stammered through her tears. Shadow slowly began to realize what these tears were. They were relief. 

“Well, uh,” Shadow put his hands on her hips and moved her slightly away from him, so he could look her in her eyes. “I’m here now.” He said again, through a sly grin. He moved his hand to her face and wiped the tears from her eye. “So, no more tears, alright?”

The pink hedgehog sniffled once more, and nodded, releasing Shadow from her embrace. “So, how did you do it? How did you survive?”

“I-”

“We came here to ask Doctor Eggman the same thing.” Rouge said, cutting Shadow off. 

“Doctor Eggman? What does he have to do with it?” 

“I don’t know for sure.” Rouge shrugged. “All I know for sure is sleeping beauty here was in a pod in one of Eggman’s bases.” 

“Hmph,” Shadow grunted loudly, displeased at the nickname. He went to cross his arms, but quickly found his hands being held by the pink hedgehog. 

“Well, I’m glad you’re back.” She smiled sweetly at him. Shadow felt a warmth grow in his cheeks. After the long fight he and his team had gone through, attempting to make it through to the Egg Fleet, it felt nice to see someone who seemed happy to see him. “Does Sonic know you’re alive?”

“He-”

“Oh, of course he does!” She interrupted. “He just said ‘hi’. Oh, I’ve gotta introduce you to Big and Cream! They’ve heard tons about you!.”

“I-”

“I’ve got to take you around Station Square after all this is over. There’s so much for you to see! I can’t imagine missing fifty years of the world.” Shadow began to realize he wasn’t going to be able to get a word in. She could talk as fast as he could run. He felt a smirk spread across his face. He normally found this type of prattling an annoyance, but this was okay. 

“Darling, I’m sure Shadow would love to join you on a trip around Station Square,” Rouge interjected, “but isn’t your hero getting away?” She gestured to the far end of the ship.

“Oh my gosh, I totally forgot!” She gave Shadow a quick hug before running off. “I’m sorry to leave like this, but I can’t let my Sonic get away! We’ll talk soon, okay?” She called over her shoulder as she raced out of sight. 

Shadow lifted his arm and waved good-bye. Even after she was gone, he continued to stare in the direction she went. He eventually spoke. “Rouge…”

“Yes, hon?”

“What was her name?”

Rouge let out a slight chuckle. “That was Amy. Amy Rose.” 

“Amy…” Shadow repeated under his breath. “I’ll remember that.”

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Dance For All We’ve Been Through

Pairing: Eleventh Doctor x Reader

Word Count: 1,771

Warnings: None

Summary: To stop a meteor hitting a small planet, the Doctor creates an elaborate plan involving a planet wide dance competition to stop it.

Request: I read in your tags that you were feeling fluff and I love how you write 11! Could you do 44 fluff with 11 please? and maybe with the Ponds there too? Prompt: “You’re an idiot” / “But I’m your idiot”

A/N: I don’t know what this is, I’m so sorry. This came from discussing Rick and Morty after a rehearsal in which there was a dance off.

The plan was bizarre – straight up weird, and, if it was anyone besides the Doctor, you would have had no faith that it would work.

Rory had finished drawing up a scaled version of the planet you were currently standing on. The planet was small - Pluto small, and a part of you wanted to cradle the drawing in your hands.

"How's this?" He asked, looking to Amy, then to you.

"It's good," you said, then, more of an aside. "I didn't know you could draw."

"We made him design all our aliens as kids,” Amy commented, and she leaned over Rory to get a better look at the map. "Where's the meteor supposed to hit?"

You had forgotten his name, but the president of the planet; a stocky man with a receding hairline, his purple face red from stress, hissed. "Don't say that so loud. If people know, it will cause a panic."

You groaned. "We've been through this. If we can't tell people, if we can't even tell your government-"

"We are not telling the government," he spat. He straightened, and you noticed his skin going back to a pale shade of purple. "My people are a fragile sort."

You ran a hand through your hair, trying to stifle your groan of frustration. He really wasn't making it easy.

The Doctor then ran into the room, and you almost cheered. The timing was perfect. You wouldn’t have to deal with the president now, the Doctor could. He would listen to the Doctor, everyone listened to the Doctor.

He came in to the sound of bells clattering against each-other, and you noticed that there actually were bells, draped over him like a sleigh bells. In fact, his whole body was decorated with an assortment of tinsel and lights. He looked like he was cosplaying a Christmas tree. "Almost done setting up the stage," he said. "How are we going in here?"

He was a strange dichotomy. In any other situation, you could image he would be grinning gleefully. The lights, the tinsel, the stage, the music, even, it was all up the Doctor's alley. Minus the planet destroying meteor.

His mouth, however, was pulled into a grim line.

It was the only clue you had that the Doctor was worried, too.

"Where's the meteor hitting?" Amy asked, with a slight pinch in her lips. She had noticed then, too.

"Oh it shouldn't be a problem," The Doctor waved to her, and his face morphed into a grin, which, by now, after all the times you had seen him do it, you knew wasn’t genuine. "All we need to do is move the planet by an inch or so, the meteor should fly right past."

“All we need,” the Doctor straightened and pointed to the three of you. “Is a dance move.”

“Ah,” you stared at your friends, who mirrored your blank expression.

Amy chewed her lip. “The macarena?”

You brightened. “Oh! That would be easy to teach everyone, it’s a classic!”

The Doctor physically slumped. “The macarena? Anyone can do the macarena,” he bumbled into the table, jingling away like a cheesy Christmas carol – which, why did you keep making Christmas metaphors – and came to your side.  He leaned over you, studying the map.

He was close, you could feel some of the tinsel brush against your shoulder. He traced his finger along the edge of the planet, and in doing so he inadvertently moved further into your space. It was… warm. Safe. “If we sink the planet down – essentially, that’s not what we’re actually doing, the meteor-“

The president hissed.

The Doctor ignored him. “-Should just fly overhead. It means we need a dance move with extra oomph, where everyone dances…” he trailed off, turning to you. “Together.”

The Doctors eyes were so close to yours, you could see little flecks of gold in the green of his irises – something you had never noticed before.

From the side, you thought you heard someone – Amy, say something about pushing someone together to kiss.

You heard Rory say something else, something about being against the rules of the bet.

You decided to ignore them both. There were more pressing matters anyway

“So a partnered dance?” You said.

“Hang on,” Rory said. “Dancing – why are we dancing?”

“Oh,” The Doctor clapped his hands. “I love this part.”

“The explaining why you’re oh so very clever part?” Amy supplied.

“Exactly,” The Doctor said. He brushed his hands across the map. “Now, because Mr. Mean Purple Man-”

“President Button,” the president huffed.

“-Won’t let us tell the public the danger, which, judging by how your bodies can spontaneously combust under mass stress, isn’t a bad idea, it means we need a discreet way of solving the issue.”

“So… dancing?” Rory said.

“Dancing,” The Doctor said. “You see, it’s experimental, but, if everyone were to jump at the same time, whilst we’re all in the air, the planet should move an inch or so, just from the sheer force of conflict against the planets gravity. Then, it’s tricky, because, when we land, it will either move the planet another inch or…”

“Or?” The president said.

“Or move the planet back.”

“Oh,” you said, dejectedly. The planet moving back would be bad. Very bad.

You tried to think of an idea. What would make the planet move. “Wait,” you said, forming an idea. “So if two people are holding each other when they jump, shouldn’t they be able to jump higher? It’s got to do with momentum, right?”

“Correctumndo Y/L/N!” The Doctor beamed at you. “And we need to make sure everyone jumps in appropriately…” The Doctor stared at his plans. “37 minutes. Easy.”

Which was how, half an hour later, you ended up standing on a stage in a broadcast directed to the entire planet.

The dance wasn’t too difficult, all things considered. It was, however, ridiculous.

It had all the traits that made the Doctor… outlandishly goofy. There was a move that involve the Doctors strange giraffe arms - which he delighted in making you do, and a twirl that involved the two of jumping together, holding each-others forearms. If it were any other saturation, you would have felt self-conscious, hell, you would have felt downright absurd.

You laughed lightly when he demonstrated the wavey arm giraffe move again. He was brilliant, but he was also such an idiot. You paused for a moment, watching as he addressed the camera.

He was wonderful.

Standing on the stage, in front of all those cameras, talking to millions of people, felt so strange. The bright TV lights blared down on you. They were hot, and, after demonstrating the dance a couple of times, you could feel a sheen of sweat form on your brow.

The Doctor checked his watch. He looked to you, his expression grim. You didn’t have much time now.

“Alright,” you said, addressing the camera’s. “To win the competition, you must do the dance in time with us,” you said. “It what we humans,” you gestured to the Doctor, who was completely not human. “Value above all else in dance.”

Also a lie.

Amy grinned at you from behind the camera. She gave you an encouraging thumbs up.

“We’ll dance with you,” you continued. “And, whoever has the best timing, will win!”

You had no idea if you were convincing, but it was the best you could do.

So you danced.

It was, honestly, a blur. The only thing you could concentrate on was on the Doctor. The way his arms held you as you moved, the way his eyes shone when he twirled you under the lights.

Finally, finally, as Rory called out time, you both jumped into the air, clutching each other as you did so. In the corner of your eye, you saw the crew, Amy and Rory, even the President, jump into the air, and…

It was incredible.

It was like you could hear it. The entire population move as one, the planet shifting underneath your feet. You wanted to close your eyes, hold your breath, in case the meteor did come and all of you were brutally killed in an instant.

But you didn’t, you couldn’t look away. Because the Doctor was right in front of you, looking at you so sure, so positive that this would work out. He looked at you like you were brighter than the lights shining above you.

Then, you landed.

And nothing happened.

Nothing at all.

A loud cheer erupted over the room, and you couldn’t help joining in.

Here was this man, with his ridiculous, mad plan.

And it had worked.

After everything, when the four of you had wandered back to the TARDIS, and the President had thanked you for the fourteenth time, the Doctor took your hand. "Well then, I'd say that was another success. Where to next? I know a planet that makes amazing ice cream."

Amy laughed. "That dance was ridiculous, it was worse than my wedding."

"Oi, I’ll have you know that I've won dance offs with that move," he did an awkward wave, which was only made worse since you didn't join in, so it stopped rather sadly by your hand.

You laughed brightly. “You’re an idiot.”

The Doctor grinned at you. "Yes, but I am your idiot.”

You paused, doing a double take. Did he just-

"Oh," the Doctor paled as three pairs of stunned eyes stared at him. "Did I say that out loud?"

You processed what he had said. That he was.. well, yours. That was… well, that was amazing, really.

You squeezed his hand. "Good," you said. "I can't very well have you running off and being an idiot on your own."

Rory stared at you blankly. There was a beat, then he spoke. "Did - did you two just become a couple?" He brightened. "Did I just win the bet?"

There was a thump and Rory doubled over, clutching his stomach. He hissed out Amy's name, and, when you turned to face her, she was standing there with large, doe eyes, completely oblivious to her husband. She looked the picture of innocence.

You didn't believe her for a second.

You stood on your tip toes and placed a delicate kiss on the Doctors cheek. His blush reached the tips of his ears. "Take me on a date and we'll see," you said, enveloped in a ball of confidence. "Space boy." You squeezed his hand and winked at Amy, before stepping into the TARDIS.

From the outside, you thought you heard someone cheer.

It put a small smile on your face.