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seasidepierre · 2 years ago

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That’s completely fine! Could I maybe request something with Charles?

Maybe one where they meet at a GP, one where she works, behind a bar or something, just a small job for the weekend. However, they cross paths a few times, without him noticing her at first, and then once she’s off work, since they aren’t allowed to take pictures during working hours, she wants to take a picture. But the moment she wants to take the picture together with him, her phone dies. Charles takes the picture with his phone and he tells her he’ll send it to her through IG, and that’s when they can’t stop thinking about eachother and eventually go on dates and stuff. She’s just a normal 22 year old that still goes to college etc.

Sorry this is so long though😅😅😅

The sun was scorching hot on that July Friday afternoon and if it wasn’t for the cream sunshades planted right above your head as your stirred, shook and mixed drinks, you probably would have passed out. You were thankful you were working with ice cubes, really, as they kept your hands somewhat cold and you were then able to rub them against your arms to cool yourself down. Well, it worked pretty well until you ran out of ice cubes for the third time of the afternoon. A quick glance on your right showed that your workmate was busy shaking a drink and th guy supposed to bring back stock was nowhere to be found. That would be up to you to grab some more ice, you guessed, as you quickly let your colleague know you’d be getting down the rooftop to grab what you needed.

The paddock was buzzing with what had been deemed “usual frenzy”, though you couldn’t attest of it as you were a newbie and only here for the weekend. When your friend said she found a gig for the Grand Prix, you jumped on the occasion to tell her you were interested as well. With a year of odd hours of working in a bar around your student planning, they were thrilled to bring you in for the weekend, especially as they lacked personnel for this week. That’s how you found yourself working at the VIP lounge, serving drinks to people you had never seen outside of a screen, who more often than not forgot to tip you and were less than polite. But that didn’t matter. Because from where you stood, shaking drinks and planting some paper umbrellas in their overpriced drinks, you could see the track and the cars passing by, which was more than you could expect.

The bright green pass around your neck opened you the doors of the building to grab some stock and as you struggled with three big bags of ice, you quickly thanked the charitable hand that kept the door open for you.

“That was getting a bit tricky,” You laughed. “No worries,” The guy answered before you could properly see his face.

As he walked away from you, you took a glance at your saviour.

Red racing suit hanging low on his hips and a hedgehog like haircut that could only mean one thing: Charles fucking Leclerc had just held the door open for you.

By the time the sun set on Saturday evening, you were exhausted and your arms were heavy from all the shaking but you had seen Charles three more times without him ever seeing you in return. Not that you were desperate to bump into him but you liked this driver and you wished you could stir up a conversation or something. But fraternising with the drivers during your work hours was strictly forbidden and you needed the paycheck a bit too much, if you were honest. Loading the last box of trash into the trunk of the car that was supposed to drive it away, you made sure not to get dust from the car into your white shirt. It was a pain to clean, you now knew by experience.

“Need a hand?” Someone offered. “That would be nice, yes,” You huffed as you tried your best to lift the box into the trunk before a set of arms grabbed it for you and loaded it effortlessly into the car. “Thank you so much,” You sighed. “No problem.”

You closed the trunk door and lifted your head to thank your helper, only to be met with Charles once again.

“You’ve already saved me twice this weekend,” You joked, as you rubbed your hands together to get rid of most of the dust from the track that kept polluting the air. “Really?” “You kept the door open for me yesterday,” You reminded him. “I was stuck with so many ice cubes, I must have looked like a little penguin!” “Oh yeah!” He grinned. “Hey, I know it’s past both of our hours, but could I grab a quick picture with you? You’re one of my fave drivers on the grid, this year.” “Absolutely,” Charles laughed, as you got your phone out of your shorts’ back pocket.

But no matter how many times you tried punching the power button, your damn phone stayed dark, powerless and empty of any remaining battery life.

“Shit.” “Hey, let’s take it with mine, I’ll send it to you through Instagram?” Charles offered. “At some point, I’ll start calling you Lord Perceval for real,” You giggled. “Thank you so much for your patience with me.” “It’s no worries.”

You let Charles frame the shot and take the picture on his phone, as he visibly knelt down a little so you wouldn’t look ridiculously small next to him. You wrote your username in his phone so that the shot sent directly in your inbox and Charles waved goodbye at you before he left.

Later that night, when your phone finally came back to life, you found the picture neatly stacked on top of your inbox, just as it was meant to be. You quickly thanked Charles again for his help and patience, not expecting your message to stand up in the more than probable ocean of DMs he must be getting every hour. But to your surprise, Charles opened the message, typed a quick “it was nice meeting you, see you in the paddock tomorrow” and you went to bed feeling spent but happy as heck.

Charles didn’t win the race but you were happy to see him stand on the second step of the podium, that Sunday. His smile was big and so was yours, as you counted the few tips that your clients left you personally and you divided by three the content of the tip jar that you shared with your two teammates. You knew the paycheck wasn’t going to pay your rent for three months, but even a month of rent was nice as you stood. Your small student flat wouldn’t suddenly transform into a castle, but maybe by saving a bit of money, you would be able to buy that cute lamp you’d seen at a decoration store and couldn’t buy last time you walked past the storefront.

“Hey, need some help again?”

You grinned at the now familiar voice hovering over you. Turning back on your seat, you smiled at Charles, clutching his trophy in his arms and glowing with the golden hour light.

“Wanna help me count how much I made this weekend?” You giggled. “Sure,” Charles laughed. “How was work today?” “Tiring but it was nice to watch you from up there. How was your race?” “Nice, I got a trophy,” He chuckled, showing his cup. “I saw that! Congrats!” “Hey, would you like to grab a drink to celebrate that? You know, one that you wouldn’t have to make yourself?” “That would be nice,” You nodded. “Come on, then. Grab your cash, you might need it!” “Aren’t you going to be a gentleman and pay for my drink?” You fakely gasped. “I’ll pay the first round, you can buy the next.”

You grabbed your totebag branded with the name of the track that had been your workplace for four days and followed Charles laughing and smiling. Who knows what would come out of this? You were just glad to buy a freaking lamp, to be honest.

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mama-qwerty · 5 months ago

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Okay, I reworked this piece, adding and expanding on some bits, doing some tweaking. I'm still not 100% thrilled with the ending, but it is what it is.

Now to work on the next chapter of one of my wips.

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The dread child slipped through the streets of Thunder Bay Harbor, the bustling port town of North Island. He didn’t bother to watch where he was going—people tended to get out of his way on their own. That was one of the few advantages of being an echidna, a dread child. No one wanted to interact with him, so they didn’t bother him as he went about his business.

His business today, as it was every day, was to not starve.

He rounded the corner to the market district, where shops posted stands outside their businesses to hawk their wares to the travelers who’d docked in port. New ships meant new customers—new chances for sales, for bartering, for deals to be made.

Tables and stalls lined either side of the cobblestone street, displaying everything from leather bags, to maps, to rolls of cloth in different colors and textures. Some of the fabric was shiny and smooth, imported from lands with names he’d never heard of. Those usually carried a high price tag, and only sold to people who looked like they didn’t actually need them. People who smelled of flowers and soap, their clothes clean and pristine. They also usually carried a heavy coinpurse, but nicking any from them would bring more trouble than it was worth. So he steered clear.

What did people need more sets of clothes for, anyway? Just more to haul around, honestly. He pushed the sleeves of his shirt up, freeing his hands from their excessive length. It was too big for him, he’d swiped it from a clothesline a few towns back to replace his last that had grown too small, but it served its purpose for the most part. Kept him warm on cool nights, and gave him something to wipe his nose with.

Besides, the longer the sleeve, the more easily he could hide anything he snatched from distracted vendors.

He slid close to the various food stands lined up and down the street, his large violet eyes alert and watching for the owners. They hated him. Well, everyone hated him, but the store owners would overcome their aversion to interacting with him in favor of giving him a swat when they saw him anywhere near their wares. Sometimes with a broom, but sometimes with something heavier, or sharper.

It was a hard, cruel world, especially for a dread child of ten. There was no sympathy for this child on his own. No pity for an empty belly. He’d learned that long ago.

There was no kindness in the world. He’d been on his own since he was a puggle, and any memories of life before that, of family, had long since faded. He didn’t remember where he’d come from, and ultimately, it didn’t matter. The past didn’t matter. Only now. Only survival.

A few ships had come to dock over the past few days, and the marketplace was busy and bustling with people. That was good. He could move about easier if there was a crowd keeping the stand owner’s attention.

That wasn’t to say he didn’t have to keep watch against any of the newcomers, too. When he was younger, five or so, he’d nearly been snatched up by a pirate captain with a very bad reputation. He’d heard rumors about that man. Harper. He was cruel, spiteful, and cared only for himself and his status. His treasure hoard. Young boys hauled aboard his ship either died, or turned into as equally horrible people as the captain himself was. Most of his crew had been gathered as teenagers, and their nasty tendencies encouraged to a deadly degree.

It was a hard, cruel world. The dread child knew that.

But that didn’t mean he wanted to endure worse.

He refocused his attention on the task at hand.

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bonewaryreblogs · 8 months ago

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Silver Boom

Feeling in a Sonic mood, let's see how long it lasts :p

So I've had my main hedgehogs done for a while, finally finished Tails, and I'm halfway done with Knuckles and don't feel motivated enough to finish him -.- but this is more or less what he'll look like

I have an older version of the 'hogs and a lot of info on Reddit

Anyways

Silver the Hedgehog is my favorite Sonic character and the initial idea for this was to add Silver to the Sonic Boom franchise, rewriting the mess that was Rise of Lyric. Then I could add him into the show's timeline and fix some things that bugged me there. Like Sticks' whole existence.

But we'll get to that!

I realized at some point that I can basically do whatever I want with this universe, so I decided to utilize elements of most of the Sonic games/media I was familiar with, researching what I was less familiar with, and throwing it all together to create a mostly coherent story. I'll try to use (or at least touch on) as much as I can but forgive me if I leave out your favorite thing. If I do, please tell me about it! I can always be persuaded to add more and this universe is hardly set in stone :p

Basic History of Mobius

While the planet mobius was mostly formed like any other, its molten core contained magic mixed with magma. From the tumult, some of the magic magma crystalized and found its way to the surface, forming eight crystals directly linked to the eight quadrants of the spherical molten magic core. Lesser crystals filled with magic power grew in caves near the magic magma but their powers were finite while the connected eight, eventually called Chaos Crystals, were seemingly limitless as they drew from the core directly.

The Ancients, as they would come to be known, used the “clean” energy of the Chaos Crystals to fuel their hi-tech society but removing the Crystals from their proper places and using their energy with such reckless abandon unbalanced the planet’s magic and the society crumbled under its own weight. Many of the Chaos Crystals were taken and jealously guarded by what would become a magic fueled ruling class, generally influenced by the crystals’ instinctual will to return to their rightful places in the world.

Such was the fate of the Sun Stone of Soleanna, Spagonia; The Radiant Opal in the Kingdom of Acorn, Northammer; the Sky Garnet of the Babylonian Gardens, Shamar, until its cataclysmic demise and subsequent withdrawal into a desert storm; the Verdant Emerald of Angel Island, guarded by the near extinct Knuckles Clan of echidnas; and, in a way, the Twilight Amethyst of the Moonlit Mountains, Holoska, whose protectors are “recruited” from across the globe for their powerful potential. Of the remaining Chaos Crystals, the Shock Zircon powers a prison holding a mage and mechanist from the Ancient War; the Tidal Sapphire is protected by a powerful water elemental in the depths of the sea; and the Flame Ruby is sealed and resealed within a host, the latest of which is the heir to Soleanna’s throne. Having two Chaos Crystals in such close proximity to each other, and Angel Island traveling overhead, unbalanced the magic enough for Lyric to escape his prison and begin to plan his takeover.

In more recent history, humans arrived in the Space Colony Arc about 150 years ago, enough time for the first generation (Gerald Robotnik) to have died off, the second generation (Professor Pickle) to be old and retired, the third generation (Ivo Robotnik/"Eggman") to have been at least raised on the planet if not born there, and the fourth generation (Chris Thorndyke) to be in school, having known nothing else.

Mobius was in a medieval type of era when they arrived and relied heavily on a magic-wielding ruling class with various magic artifacts. The humans, only about a thousand strong when they arrived, bribed their way to peace by selling their tech and knowledge, allowing the average citizen to be able to stand toe-to-toe with magic-wielders. This lead to rapid advances and an odd mix of extremely advanced technology right next to medieval magic, as well as a combined magi-tech emerging in prominence, as they begin to understand the mechanisms behind their magic.

The Arc is in approximate geosynchronous orbit over Spagonia and is considered the capital “city” for humans, though they’ve been allowed to make several colonies on the planet itself. Eggman is essentially kicked out of the human civilization for being too reckless and unpredictable to fit into the box most humans set up for themselves. He’s mostly harmless, unable to take over a single island due to Sonic and friends stopping him.

Our story begins as Silver wakes up from another nightmare, the same one he always has; the blue hedgehog, surrounded by flame and rubble, turning to look at Silver with a cocky smile. The details would change, of course, but the hedgehog and the dread was always the same. Silver goes about his day (possibly several days, depending) before Mephiles contacts Silver to come see him. Mephiles is the personification of the Twilight Amethyst and leader of the Twilight Clan; he knows of Silver’s constant nightmares and wants to hear about this latest one. Eventually the discussion turns to Silver’s increasing desire to leave, find the blue Hedgehog, and prevent the destruction he always sees in his dreams. Mephiles eventually relents; Silver is banished from the Clan, as is their custom with anyone who leaves, but he does so with Mephiles’ blessing.

Led by instinct, Silver finds himself at Bygone Isle and immediately recognizes Sonic from his dreams. Having heard horror stories about outsiders all his life, Silver decides to hide and observe for now; it’s against his nature to hurt the innocent but he isn’t sure Sonic is innocent of the impending doom. Some stories were confirmed to be true, like everyone living separately, but some seemed to be false, like nobody helping each other. Of course, it doesn’t take long for Silver to be found out; he was well trained but still young and inexperienced. In a panic, Silver spouts off about the inevitable doom of the planet and Sonic’s connection to it, leading to misunderstandings and general caution between them. Silver still watches but doesn’t bother hiding as much.

Thus begins the main storyline of Rise of Lyric. Race around the globe with Sonic and friends to see who can get to the Chaos Crystals first; can our heroes keep them long enough to keep the world from falling apart?

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solalunar-eclipse · 10 months ago

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Sonic Boom - S3E17

Chapter title: Gotta Go Fast!

Summary: It's about time for a second race! Tails used his Build-It Box to make cars for his friends a while back, and they all competed to see whose was the best. Apparently Shadow already has a vehicle he'd like to use, though…?

((So, if anyone's wondering what on EARTH this intro is about, just know that it is all the fault of both @teamxdark and @dragon-spaghetti for introducing me to the insane crackship that is Shadave. I hope you all enjoy being cursed (blessed) with the same experiences that I have had.))

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[Episode opens on the six heroes sitting at a table in Meh Burger.]

Shadow sighed, pressing his thumbs to his temples. He looked very much like someone who was desperately trying to understand something despite strongly suspecting it wasn’t actually possible. “Please, remind me again. Why do you eat at this place so often when every last one of you—and yes, that does include you, Sonic—can make food that is infinitely better?”

Sticks shrugged. “It’s a whole lot easier than making food ourselves, and that matters way more than how it tastes.” she explained.

“But—but surely there is someplace else you could go to eat? It would be farther away, yes, but the food might actually be good and the floor might be clean. Sonic could get takeout from the other side of the island and it would still arrive hot if he stored it in something!”

The blue hedgehog in question shook his head, holding up his hands with an expression on his face that suggested he was about to impart some piece of incredible wisdom. “Shadow, don’t you get it? Eating bad fast food is a bonding experience! We all get to complain about it together! And besides, we’ve been coming here for so long that it’s kind of a tradition now. We can’t just stop!”

Shadow dropped his head into his folded arms, letting out a pained groan.

Unfortunately for him, he didn’t get very long to vocalize his despair, as Amy interrupted him with a polite call of his name. “Shadow? Would you be so kind as to get me some napkins? Meh Burger ketchup tends to make a bit of a mess, and I forgot to grab some earlier…” she explained sheepishly.

“Of course.” he said, and was already out of his chair before he noticed something about the napkin dispenser across the restaurant floor.

[Cue a visual of a dotted line going from Shadow’s eye to the empty dispenser, complete with a blinking outline where the napkins should be, but aren’t.]

The android sighed. “They’re all out. I’ll go ask the person at the counter to refill it.”

“Um, Shadow, wait, it’s okay—” Amy began, not wanting him to suffer the apathy of Dave the Intern, but it was already too late.

At the counter, Dave was currently resting his elbows on its surface and scrolling away on his phone, oblivious to the world around him. He double-tapped on someone’s post, disliking it, before making to scroll again, only to be interrupted by a calm “Excuse me?”

The intern lazily glanced upwards, his ever-present retort of “I’m on break” ready…but it died before he could ever say it.

This was because he was experiencing what could only be called a bisexual awakening.

The hedgehog on the other side of the counter had his arms folded in a way that perfectly framed his fluff of white chest fur. As Dave continued to look upwards, he noticed the polite, neutral, yet confident expression…the deadly yet elegant swoop of the black and red quills…the way the hedgehog’s ruby-red eyes shone ever so slightly golden in the sunlight…

Dave shot to attention so fast his spine cracked, barely noticing either that or the way his phone clattered to the floor. “Uh—yessir!” he squeaked, his voice breaking several octaves in the process. “Is—is there anything I can help you with?”

“Yes, please.” the hedgehog said, with a voice that was just the right kind of rough to be incredibly attractive. “My friend requested that I get her some napkins, but the dispenser seems to have run out. Do you happen to have any extra?”

Dave’s eyes widened. “Absolutely! Here, I’ll get you some!” he said eagerly, reaching under the counter as quickly as he could. Snatching up far more napkins than were necessary, he pushed a whole stack into the hedgehog’s hands (and promptly turned bright red when their fingers brushed momentarily).

Thankfully, the hedgehog didn’t seem to notice, and simply inclined his head with a quiet “Thank you.” before turning and walking away. Now left all to himself, Dave stared after Shadow as he walked away, while the next phase of his awakening began.

More specifically, the phase known as “bi panic”.

[The intro sequence goes off without a hitch yet again—is this a new record? As usual, everybody gets their own cool intro, plus the team shot at the end.]

[Dr. Eggman does his villain reveal without the green screen this time, which means it doesn’t have an opportunity to stop working! …however, what does break instead is his Egg-O-Matic, which slams into him and knocks him fully out of frame halfway through his maniacal laugh.]

[The intro then continues on, before ending with the title of this week’s episode.]

[Camera opens on Soar the Eagle, in the midst of reporting.]

“Well, folks, it’s probably been at least a year since the last time we held a race here—nobody at the studio could really be bothered to check—but it looks like it’s happening today! Again! The Second Probably-Annual Hedgehog Village Race!”

[Cut to the six heroes, who are standing off to the side watching this take place.]

Shadow frowned. “What’s all this about a race?”

“We all built cars last year with Tails’s cool Build-It Box!” Knuckles explained, practically vibrating in place with excitement. “And then we raced them to see whose was the fastest!”

“Since it’s apparently a thing to hold races annually, the mayor wants us all to do it again for ‘the tourism board’ or something.” Sticks added. They jumped into a fighting stance, their eyes bright. “I don’t care about any of that, I just wanna prove that my car’s the best! I’m gonna win this time for sure!”

The android’s expression softened at the sight of his friends’ eagerness. “Well, would you all care to show me these vehicles of yours?”

All five heroes immediately let out various shouts of agreement, before racing off in different directions to grab their cars. Shadow smirked and rolled his eyes, settling into a slightly more comfortable standing position to wait.

Sticks was the first to return, their all-terrain turtle-style car racing over the bumps in the ground with ease. Sonic, Knuckles and Tails all pulled up around the same time, having used their speed, massive tires, and technological tricks (respectively) to get there as quickly as possible. Amy pulled up last, since she took great care with her pink convertible to ensure it didn’t suffer any damage whatsoever.

A brief montage ensued (complete with a backing track in which the voice samples only consisted of “look at these cool cars” edited in different ways). Tails demonstrated the various abilities of his vehicle, and Knuckles flipped his truck several times on purpose to flaunt its second set of tires. Amy did a few laps in her convertible, showing off its handling, and Sonic did twice as many laps in nearly the same amount of time, just to prove he could. Meanwhile, Sticks hid their car in various places and challenged Shadow to find it—which only became difficult after they banned him from using infrared or electromagnetic sensors.

Once they’d all had their fun, Shadow asked a slightly strange question. “Do you have to use a car in the race?”

Amy grinned at him, folding her arms. “Shadow, if you’re trying to call your skates a racing vehicle, you should know that won’t work. Sonic would win the race by a mile if he got to run in it, but this is about proving whose car is the best! We already know you’re fast without one.”

But Shadow just shook his head. “No, I mean—if I were to use a legitimate vehicle, with wheels and all, but it wasn’t a car, would that be allowed?”

Tails furrowed his brow in thought. “That sounds fine to me…what do you guys think?”

The rest of the team made various noises of agreement, at which Shadow looked almost surprisingly delighted. It was the brightest expression any of them had ever seen on his face, and that alone was enough to convince the other five both that they had made a great decision (when it came to their friend) and possibly also a terrible decision (when it came to the race).

Suddenly, he shot them all a wickedly sharp smile, activating his skates. “I’ll see you all at the race, then…” Shadow replied, before dashing off and leaving a distinct sense of foreboding in his wake.

“Soooo…what do you guys think he has planned?” Sticks asked, once that had all settled in.

Sonic shrugged. “I dunno, probably something weird. He was being really cryptic about it. Like, more than usual.”

“I haven’t seen him smile like that ever.” Knuckles added. “I think this race might actually be really good for him! It’s been ages since he’s gotten into some wild shenanigans with us, it’s about time we had some more fun like that.”

“You’re right, Knuckles.” Amy said, smiling up at him. “I’m looking forward to seeing what he brings to the race.”

About an hour later, everyone was lined up and doing their last few checks on their cars before they set off. All of the old contestants were there—Dave, TW Barker, Eggman…even Leroy the Turtle.

Sonic put on his special racing helmet, flicking his ears a couple times to make sure they’d gone through their notches alright. Since their last race, he’d managed to spray-paint a few cool designs on it; everything from a pair of interlocking rings to his own name in a bold, jagged font could be seen. (He’d also carefully hand-painted five dots on the inside in yellow, red, pink, orange, and black. One was a little newer than the rest, and all of them were kept secret from the others. Cool heroes like him weren’t supposed to be sappy, after all.)

Suddenly, a loud rumbling noise made heads perk up all around the track from whatever it was they were doing, searching for the source of the racket. After a moment, Sonic managed to figure out that it seemed to be coming from the nearby forest…

And then—out of nowhere—a sleek, black motorcycle burst out of the undergrowth, fishtailing in a way that suggested its owner knew exactly what they were doing, before pulling up into the lineup right alongside Sonic’s own racing car. Its engine growled once more before slowing to a stop.

Now that he could see it closely, Sonic noticed the clean red detailing along the sides, as well as the glowing golden designs that marked it as a piece of Ancient technology. Seated just above the back wheel was a glowing, pulsing golden ball of pure chaos energy that seemed to be the source of the designs along the rest of the bike.

The driver wore a jumpsuit, gloves, and boots so black they practically seemed to absorb light, save for the glimmering golden zipper down the front of the suit and the equally golden rings around their wrists and ankles. Their entire head was fully masked by a black helmet, marked only with a single line of golden Ancient text along the back, near the bottom.

It was only then that Sonic realized his mouth was still hanging open, at which point he immediately shut it.

A low chuckle came from the driver, and they stepped off the motorcycle, raising their visor to reveal none other than Shadow himself, who looked like he couldn’t decide whether to smirk so smugly he’d risk getting kicked or to grin like a child in a toy store. “Nice, isn’t it?” he said, clearly proud.

“Ohmygosh—ohmygosh—OHMYGOSH, WHAT?!” Tails shrieked, launching himself at the bike. “Shadow, what is this, and why have you been keeping it from me? I thought we were friends!”

Shadow scoffed lightly. “I’m showing it to you now, aren’t I? Besides, I can’t have you knowing all my secrets at once. I’d like to think I deserve a dramatic reveal every once in a while, after all.”

“Where did you even get this?” Tails asked, his eyes and smile still so wide it nearly looked like it might hurt.

“This is my old motorcycle from back when I fought in the war. They’re powered by the user’s chaos energy, and each member of the force I was part of received one. It was…an old hobby of mine, taking care of this. It’s been a long time.” Shadow’s expression grew more and more pained as he spoke, and Sonic took that as his cue to intervene.

“So, you’re gonna try and beat the reigning champ with half the wheels I have, huh?” Sonic boasted, pointing a thumb at his chest to indicate exactly who said champion was.

Shadow raised an eyebrow. “Why am I not surprised that you were the one to win the last race.”

“Well, it was him or Eggman!” Tails piped up. “Sonic’s definitely the better option there.”

“Gee, thanks, Tails.” Sonic huffed. “‘Better than Eggman’ is such a great endorsement.”

“Anytime, Sonic!” the fox shot back, complete with an evil grin.

Shadow chuckled quietly. “He’s not wrong, though. Eggman would have been even more insufferable than you had he won, so I suppose we should all be grateful. I certainly am.”

Sonic narrowed his eyes suspiciously. “Now I can’t tell if you’re insulting me or being genuine.”

“A bit of both, if I’m being perfectly honest.” Shadow replied, flipping his visor back down. “Enough standing around, now—the race is starting soon. Make sure you’re ready. I want to face you at your best.”

The hero jumped into his car, a big smile beginning to spread across his face. “Oh, believe me, you will! I’d never bring anything less than my A-game!”

“Ey, this is a race, not a ‘best rivalry banter’ competition!” Sticks yelled from her place a couple of spots over. “Let’s get to the part where we actually, y’know, race?”

[The screen is split into six sections, each showing one of our heroes as they rev their engines, ready to take off.]

The mayor climbed atop a small stool, holding a checkered banner in his hand. “Three…”

Sticks slid her camouflage into place, and Tails flicked several switches.

“Two…”

Knuckles gripped his steering wheel tightly, while Amy flashed her headlights.

“One…”

Shadow rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck as Sonic’s foot hovered millimeters over the accelerator.

“GO!”

All of the competitors took off, tearing down the path and into the woods as quickly as they could. Sonic and Shadow immediately began vying for first place, their wheels threatening to grind together as they each fought to pull ahead.

That was nothing compared to the animosity with which Tails rammed Eggman’s car, however, leaving massive scuffs in the pristine white paint job. “That’s for scaring my brother last episode!” he yelled, teeth bared in a feral grin. Eggman yelped, stomping on the accelerator in an attempt to escape the fox’s wrath.

Meanwhile, Knuckles and Sticks were having a friendly competition to see who could go the most off-road and take the riskiest shortcuts without technically deviating from the course, which was actually going surprisingly well. Dave and TW Barker, on the other hand, were both too distracted with sabotaging each other to focus on enacting any really effective villainy. To be fair to them, they were soon also distracted by the fact that Amy was taking swings at both of them with her hammer whenever either of them threatened to break a rule.

And Leroy the Turtle…listen, he was doing his best, but…he really shouldn’t have brought a regular bike to a car race.

Back up at the front, Sonic was drifting around corners like a pro, showboating with winks and smug grins as he did so. “Hey Shadow, how’s that dust taste?” he called out, having to fight not to let his voice be whipped away by the wind.

At first, Shadow didn’t reply, and Sonic frowned. Had he really managed to take away Shadow’s knack for snappy comebacks with such a by-the-book remark?

Then, as he drifted around the next corner, practically running on autopilot, he saw Shadow tear past him on the inside of the turn, leaning so low to the ground that his elbow practically brushed it. Sonic had only ever seen something like that happen in movies, and his jaw dropped once again.

“I don’t know, you tell me!” Shadow shot over his shoulder, pulling into the middle of the path in a clear attempt to block Sonic from regaining his previous position, and that was what snapped Sonic out of it.

The blue hedgehog burst out laughing, letting out a wild cheer of pure exhilaration. And though he couldn’t see it, he just knew that Shadow was smiling under his helmet too.

Not far behind them were Tails and Eggman, both still locked in bitter combat. Tails was pulling out all the stops, launching every possible road hazard he had in his arsenal, from spiked balls to straight-up bombs. Eggman was giving as good as he got, though, deploying movable shields and retaliating with laser blasts.

Tails growled softly to himself. “He dodges everything I throw at him! How am I supposed to get the jump on Egghead if he predicts all my moves?”

Suddenly, his eyes widened. “Wait…the jump…of course! Why didn’t I think of it before? I might’ve designed this to be an obstacle, but it can help me too!”

Tails slammed his hand on a big button near the edge of his dashboard, watching as a massive star-emblazoned spring shot out and landed ahead of Eggman’s car, forcing him to shift lanes in order to avoid it.

“Ha!” the doctor cackled. “Missed again!”

“Bold of you to assume I was aiming for you!” Tails cried. “You forgot this fox can fly, Egg-breath!”

And with that, his car hit the spring, soaring high into the air. Within seconds, Tails had calculated exactly what he would need to do in order to land in front of Eggman, and then how to herd him off the path entirely so he would be disqualified, and then all he’d need to do would be to pour on some speed and—

—just as he reached the peak of his arc, something smashed into his car, blowing it completely in half. Without the right weight to maintain his momentum, Tails’s car smashed into the road far off from where he was expecting…which would’ve been alright on its own, if it weren’t for the fact that it couldn’t, well, drive anymore.

Shaken, the fox peered out of the wreckage just in time to see Eggman blast by, laughing evilly as a giant laser cannon retracted back into his vehicle. “Better luck next time!” he called, revving his engine as he blasted into the distance.

Tails stared after him for a long moment, his eyes wide and pupils tiny. It wasn’t until Eggman was out of view that he sank to the ground, pulling his knees up to his chest and wrapping his tails around his shins.

Hopelessness began to sink in further as he heard more engines coming towards him from far in the distance, and he hid his face in his arms. Stupid—he should have known better than to deviate from his pre-planned maneuvers! Now he’d be forced to sit here and scrape together the broken pieces of his car as the other contestants rushed by…

Wait—but—weren’t the engines supposed to be coming from the other direction?

Suddenly, Sonic’s speedster car skidded to a stop beside him, followed shortly by Shadow’s motorcycle. The blue hero leapt out of his car, rushing over to Tails and lifting him up with ease. “You okay, Tails?” Sonic scanned his little brother for injuries nervously. “You’re not hurt, are you?”

“Just my pride.” Tails sighed, his ears visibly drooping. Sonic set him back down and ruffled his hair gently.

“What happened?” Shadow asked, having removed his helmet in an effort to better look over the fox’s car. “We just heard the announcer say that your car was hit by a laser and wanted to make sure you were alright.”

Tails startled at the second half of that sentence, his eyes growing wide yet again. “You…but I thought you wanted to win the race?”

“Lil’ buddy, I wasn’t just gonna leave you behind! I need my best bro with me, not blown up in the middle of a race!” Sonic insisted.

Shadow frowned. “And you’ve done so much for me, there’s no chance that I’d pass up an opportunity to return the favor.”

Tails grinned sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head. “Awww, you guys…”

“Now then,” the android said, “what exactly happened here?”

The engineer sighed. “I tried to deploy a spring so I could leapfrog Eggman, but he blew my car in half with a big laser cannon while I was still in the air.”

Sonic smacked a fist into his other palm. “Well, there’s no way we’re letting him get away with that! We’ve gotta get your car back in the race!”

“And how, exactly, am I gonna pull that off? It’s literally in pieces, and I don’t have the Build-It Box with me for repairs!” Tails gestured over to said pieces unhappily.

Sonic’s determination didn’t falter for even a second. “You remember how you guys helped me win last year? I think it’s about time I returned the favor.”

Tails’s fur practically stood on end. “You don’t mean—?!”

Sonic grinned and gave him a thumbs-up. “Just promise you’ll rebuild them later, ‘kay?” (In the background, Shadow raised an eyebrow, before seemingly resigning himself to this plan.)

“I promise!” Tails cried, bouncing up and down in place. “And you guys can ride with me too, if you want!”

Shadow gave him a small smile. “That sounds perfect. Now let’s not waste any more time—the doctor is already far ahead, and we need to catch him.”

Quickly, the three rebuilt Tails’s car, replacing his wheels with Sonic’s and patching up many of the worst scrapes and breaks with parts from Shadow’s motorcycle, along with a new Chaos-fueled turbo engine in the back to make up for lost time. (Shadow had requested a non-Meh Burger meal afterwards to make up for all the energy he would lose, and Tails had more than happily agreed.)

Sonic climbed into the passenger’s seat next to Tails, while Shadow donned his helmet once more and teleported onto the roof, where he took hold of the converters that would power the turbo booster on the back. “Are you ready, Shadow?” Tails called.

“I’d never be anything less.” Shadow’s smirk was practically audible.

And with that, the car took off.

Tails steered it through the various tight bends that Sonic and Shadow had previously traversed, with little bursts of power from Shadow to help guide it around particularly difficult turns. Before long, they found themselves gaining on Eggman, who had slowed down to a more leisurely pace (although he hadn’t stopped in front of the finish line like last time—he didn’t earn his doctorate by not learning, after all).

The young engineer smiled in a way that suddenly reminded Sonic that his brother had descended from carnivores in a way that hedgehogs had decidedly not. “Hey Eggman!” Tails barked. “This time, it’s the fox that’s hunting you!”

Eggman screeched, stepping on the accelerator as hard as he possibly could and firing a barrage of lasers back at Tails. At that moment, Shadow cut off the Chaos engine, making the car drop back and all the lasers miss.

“Oh, so that’s how it is, hm?” the doctor yelled. “I suppose they do say ‘if it isn’t broke, don’t fix it’!”

With that, he activated his giant laser cannon, popping it out of his car and charging it up rapidly. “Sonic!” Tails cried. “I need you to hit the big red button as many times as you possibly can!”

“Wait, Tails, are you serious?” Sonic asked. “I thought people were never supposed to hit the big red button!”

“Yeah, but I knew you’d wanna do it, so I made it so you can. Now hit it, and don’t stop!”

Sonic mashed the button as quickly as he could, continuing to do so even as a humming noise coming from the front of the car grew louder and louder...

The muffler on Tails’s vehicle split, unleashing a laser blast of his own that stopped Eggman’s dead in mid-air. “What?!” the doctor yelped. “How?”

“Guess you’re gonna need to fix that now, huh?” Tails shot back, in lieu of a proper answer. “Shadow!”

Suddenly, Tails’s car blasted forward once again, courtesy of Shadow’s energy reserves. Eggman was too stunned to even react at first, and by the time he did, it was far too late. The other three were already most of the way through the forest, and he only caught up enough to watch them from a distance…as they crossed the finish line far ahead of him.

“No!” Eggman cried. “Not again! Ugh!” He pressed a button on his console. “Orbot? Cubot? Prep the ice cream. Fudge swirl. And if you value your gears…do not talk to me about the race!”

And with that, his Eggmobile flew him back to his tower, grumbling all the way.

Meanwhile, over at the finish line, Shadow had slid off the roof and was currently being supported by Sonic and Tails, all three wearing various triumphant smiles. Amy was there to greet them, having been disqualified once she caused a two-car pileup. (She wasn’t actually disqualified for causing the crash, but rather for getting out of her own car to have a proper smackdown with TW Barker and Dave.)

“Hey, where’s Knuckles and Sticks?” Sonic asked her.

“Oh, I think they’re still having fun playing demolition derby with their cars.” Amy explained, rolling her eyes fondly. “But good job, you three! I saw it all on the cameras!”

“Even the part where I embarrassed myself by getting all sad?” Tails asked, cringing.

“You didn’t embarrass yourself.” Shadow replied, sounding more noticeably tired than usual. “You made a mistake. It happens. Now you’ve learned from it, and you even won the race in spite of it.”

“Exactly! Thank you, Shadow!” Amy exclaimed, seeming quite proud for some reason.

Sonic zipped off, snatching the trophy from the mayor’s hands, and rushed it back to Tails with a big grin. Amy took up the role of ‘Shadow support structure’, allowing Sonic to lift Tails onto his shoulders as the fox held his trophy high in the air.

“Yeah! We won!” the fox cheered, over the sound of Sonic’s whooping.

The blue hedgehog grinned up at his brother. “What do ya say we go grab some burgers to celebrate?”

A loud “AHEM” abruptly came from Amy and Shadow’s direction, making both Sonic and Tails whip around to stare at a suddenly giggling Amy and a distinctly unamused Shadow.

“I believe I was promised something other than that?” the android remarked. “I refuse to let all of my flavor reception programming go ignored, after all.”

The brothers gave Amy twin hopeful looks, making her sigh. “Very well, you’re all invited over to my place for a meal. But!” She raised a single finger in the air. “You two are going to handle getting Knuckles and Sticks over, and you’re helping out in the kitchen wherever you can.”

“Just promise me it won’t all be health food, and you’ve got yourself a deal.” Sonic held out the hand that wasn’t supporting Tails to shake on it.

“Deal!” Amy declared, taking his hand and shaking it firmly.

“Alright, now let’s get this show on the road!” Sonic cheered, making Tails laugh with delight and the other two smile, the euphoria of winning spilling out onto everyone and brightening all their moods.

And with that, the four headed off to Amy’s house, ready to celebrate their victory together…and without putting up with Meh Burger.

[The show freeze-frames, and then fades to black. Then the credits roll.]

#sonic boom #sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #miles tails prower #knuckles the echidna #amy rose #sticks the badger #sonic boom: ancient secrets #sol's fanfiction #there's only one more episode left before the two-part finale!#however it will take me some time to edit because the first draft was...Not Great #so in the meantime #thank you all for reading #and do take care of yourselves! you're worth it!!

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legend-of-cupcake · 11 months ago

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Thank you for the tag @krispyt <33

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

I have 7 under my name and 1 anon, although I'm just going to put it back under my name I think.

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count?

147,865

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Mostly for TBHK, but I have a couple for Genshin as well! However writing for TBHK is more comfortable for me

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Red String of fate (1,159)

Clean Slate (357) ((This is the fic under anon but I'm going to change it probably lol))

I love you, please don't go (204)

Under the Red Crescent Moon, I Could Hear the Demons Whispering (195)

Kindness from the Devil (185)

5. Do you respond to comments?

I used to, but honestly I'm terrible at it now. I don't go on my account very often anymore and I don't receive emails when I get comments (personal choice), so it can be a long time before I see if anyone's left anything. But I do always try to get back to them!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I love you, please don't go wins this I think.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Uhhh, I'm not really sure? But I'm going to go with chapter 20 of Red String of Fate. After so many near kisses throughout the fic, having HanaNene finally get their kiss makes this the happiest ending... Probably idk XD

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No, thank goodness.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Welllllll, I've tried to write smut. But I just don't have the knack for it, I can't handle the cringe while writing it and I can't read it back.

10. Do you write crossovers?

No and I never will. Nothing personal but I hate crossovers.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

My fics aren't good enough to steal lmao

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, but I'm open to it!

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

HanaNene, HanaNene, HanaNene!!

If the day ever comes where no one supports HanaNene, it's because I've died. I will never not love those 2.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I don't even have a proper name for this WIP, it's called Possession AU in my documents. It was a KouNene fic, but you could also see it as HanaNene although they are not end game :// It's a real shame, the fic almost has 8,000 words to it, but I just have no motivation to continue.

I also have another WIP called Boundary Bound Nene-chan, but I only got a few paragraphs in and never touched it again :// The concept was pretty cool as well, Nene wakes up inside a mysterious place (later discovered to be a boundary) with no memories. She meets a boy named Tsukasa, who informs her she's dead, and together they try to find a way out. This was leaning very heavily into Yandere Hanako, which is usually right up my alley, but yeah again no motivation.

Last one I'll share is a Scaramouche fic, the temporary title was 5 times Scaramouche failed to be human and 1 time he didn’t. It's self-explanatory I think, but I started it before his backstory cutscene was revealed, and I lost confidence and motivation since what I was writing didn't match it at all. This one will 100% never be finished sadly.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Hmm, it's hard to say. I think I have good ideas and concepts, and I can keep the flow of the story moving at a decent pace. I also think I do well with character interaction? Maybe? Idk.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Descriptions. I am so so so bad at describing things, I think I find it hard to actually put myself into the scene, so I struggle to really get into the details of the environment and such. My paragraphs usually are on the smaller side, which I hate because I really want to immerse my readers.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

English is the only language I know and I do not trust Google Translate ^^;

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Technically speaking, it's Sonic The Hedgehog lmao, I wrote fics for that fandom in my very early teens on Fanfiction.net. No, I will never reveal my account or share what I wrote, I will actually die before I do that.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Hmm... Since the vamp au is unfinished, I will say it's chapter 21 of Red String of Fate. It is the only fic I have ever written and actively decided to go back and willingly read multiple times without dying of cringe... I just like it I suppose aha

Once again, thanks for the tag Krispy!! I'm not really sure who to tag, but I'll go for @milkteamoon @insipidenvy and @wingsonghalo. Obviously no pressure!! And anyone who reads this is free to join in ^_^

#Thank you for the tag!#fic questions

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broken-clover · 1 year ago

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11- Memento

a bit shorter today, sorry about that. This is another one that's a little less cheery than the others, so I didn't want to stretch out too much.

I like animal crossing. I haven't played it in a while because the characters remark how long you've been gone so I feel too embarrassed to pick it up again because I feel bad about it. Still, I love the characters and their charm. Sable in particular has a really interesting backstory for such a relatively lighthearted series, having to raise her own siblings alone after their parents died. I wish we could do more for her and her family. It seems like she's got a lot going on. Like I said, this one's a little less happy, but I was trying to go for a bit of catharsis. The end is still happy.

Though Mabel was too young to know for herself, they’d still managed to hold onto many of their parents’ old things. The hanging paintings, the blurry watercolor mugs, and the old sewing machine they still used had once belonged to their mother and father. Mabel was never very careful with them, but it was hard to chastise her for it. She didn’t have the same attachment. She barely remembered their parents at all. Sometimes, Sable envied that.

Still, when she asked with those wide, curious eyes, she’d share fond old memories. Sable would dredge up soft snapshots of a life that still felt perfectly real at times, even after so long. Their mother carrying baby Mabel around before she learned to walk. Tottering in their father’s too-big shoes until he found them and laughed at the sight. Trying to help with the sewing, back when their paws were too small to even hold a seam ripper properly.

Sable didn’t resent her place in life. The two of them had made something lovely, even if it wasn’t the life they’d expected. Their tailor shop was a flourishing business, ever more popular with the townsfolk with every passing season. Finances were hardly an issue, and, even if they were, sweet old Tom was always happy to lend a paw when they needed it. They were content.

It did little for the days when Sable awoke with an ache in her chest.

On the rougher mornings, she would hobble down the stairs and into the main floor of the tailor shop. It always felt as though something was calling out to her, whispering her name. The old quilt hung on the wall by her sewing machine. She undid the pins and took it down.

After so many washes to clean it, there wasn’t much of a smell anymore. Sable still buried her face in it and pretended that it carried the fragrance of someone else’s quills. It was a big blanket, designed to drape along the back of a wide sofa- or to cover an entire family as they sat together. Far too big for one single hedgehog. The fabric bunched and pooled around on all sides in its own little lake of tapestry.

She was familiar with the little flaws it hid away within. One spot by the left-top corner had a crooked stitch, only visible if you pushed the material back to look at the line carefully. One side of the pattern was just slightly smaller than the other. A tiny bit of batting poked though the back where there hadn’t been enough material to fully enclose it.

(Sable had once noticed the mistake and asked her mother about it. With a coy smile, she’d said that she planned to fix it, but just hadn’t found the time to do it just yet)

Fixing it now didn’t feel right. Even the flaws were a memory.

The window shutters were closed, as they would be for a few more hours. She spared herself the moment of indulgence, sitting by the wall while wrapped up in her mother’s quilt.

Sable couldn’t remember falling asleep, but she was awoken by the overhead lights. She rubbed the blurriness from her eyes, and found Mabel standing at the foot of the stairs, looking on.

“Wha- “ Mabel blinked in confusion. “What’re you doing out here? You're not in bed?”

She winced in embarrassment. Getting spotted hadn’t been the plan. All she had wanted to do was take the quilt down, hold it for a bit, and put it back without anyone realizing anything. She had to look pathetic.

Despite that, Mabel padded closer, eyes soft with sympathy. “What’s wrong, sis…?”

Even if it was embarrassing, she didn’t want to be alone right now. Sable coaxed her sister under the quilt with her. Neither said anything for a while. They only sat.

“...Do you miss mom and dad a lot today?”

She nodded.

Mabel leaned over and let her head rest on her sister’s shoulder. “Yeah. Me too. Do you wanna do a half-day today? We don’t have to get up yet.”

That sounded nice.

#frog writes #comfortober #animal crossing #sable able #mabel able

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autisticbokutoenthusiast · 8 months ago

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fandom get to know me better

was tagged by @nozunhinged AND @jeffsatyr so i had too

3 ships you like:

ok 3 that im into lately

villaineve- they make me turn into the joker <3

aobpuen - like i feel lik if you get it you get it like... i dont have words for them if i think about them too hard i need to bite something

sakuatsu - ride or dies the great fan artists and fic writers of the world have done such wonderful work

the three that im obsessed with currently (like fundamentally changed me

sandray - if you follow me on here you know. literally the last thing i think about before going to sleep and the first thing i think about when i wake up. they were manufactured in a lab to make me periodically lose my mind actually like, id never watched a thai series or heard of them and the only reason i chose to watch only friends was a ray edit someone made right after episode ONE that felt like it was bat signalling me and here i am 7?? months later a fully changed person..... like they will forever be a part of me now i think ill never be the same

vegaspete - similar to sandray in that i watched kinnporsche because of the vegaspete gifsets on the dash and was surprised to find out the series was not about them having bdsm sex in front of the corpse of a hedgehog like i was led to believe, not that i didnt end enjoying kp anyway. they alone would have been enough to make me obsessed but the things people create about them have changed me, thoroughly, like i am unrecognisable to myself after certain fics and fanart....

bokuaka - they are essential to my lore actually, like i dont post about them or engage with them as much as i used to because they are like my eyelashes like they are just a part of me now. bokuaka fanfic was what got me through high school tbh.

First ship ever: idk because ive wrote fic about characters since i was like 8..... actually im gonna be cringe and say chad and ryan from high school musical cause they were real to me when i was in elementary school <3

Last song you heard: good for what by little simz cause it will always get my pumped no matter what

Favorite childhood book: i read like a book a day when i was a kid but i think my favorite was the box car children even tho it traumatized me...

Currently reading: im always in a state of rereading my poetry collection and its recently been claude mckay but i need good novel recs PLEASE SEND THEM TO ME

Currently watching: at the peak of covid fever i started pit babe and im around halfway? thru now, also 23.5 the series as it comes out, and abbott elementary, and tsukutabe, also want to rewatch iwtv 2022... then theres all the shows my mutuals i posting about that i want to watch (im looking at you dead friends forever and moonlight chicken)

Currently consuming: hamantaschen that are supposed to be for tm but there raspberry jam flavored so im celebrating early 🫡

Currently craving: for food: i havent had cheesecake in like 5 years but i think about her everyday. in life: to try to get into the drag scene

ill tag @le-trash-prince @lilleeboi @jenyifer @kitas-cleaning-supplies @luminouschaotic @bokuto-my-beloved

and whoever wants to!!!

#tag game #abe rambles

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chronicwhorebatman · 2 years ago

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uhhhh could u pls pls tell me ur hcs (if u have them) about the batfamilys hairstyles thru the years. do u believe in long hair discowing?? whats jasons hair like as robin vs red hood? give me a whole timeline if u want

you know what? hell yeah.

long post so here’s a cut

bruce. bruce, in his childhood, had the same haircut the whole time!! then his mother died and she cut it for him so for about a year and a half (nearing 10 years old) he had this steadily growing mop of hair that was not cleaned or brushed. occasionally alfred would attempt to get it clean but bruce would hiss like a feral cat so it didn’t get very far

THEN he shaved most of his hair off because it was unsalvageable to a nearly ten year old

then he had a FUCK TON of teenage mistakes. including bleached slightly long hair, although he kept it short at the back because bruce in my head never wants to revisit his Grief Hair phase <33 there were a lot more mistakes but i don’t have those pinpointed but i haven’t decided on them yet! know that he had frosted tips at one point though. it’s important to me.

as an adult he has the regular ass haircut he has in every comic lmao. as bruce it’s just neatly combed, as brucie it’s always sleep-mussed or sex-mussed, and as matches malone his hair is slicked back with so much gel it fucking drips. as matches malone he is a slimy little disgusting rat by design. in his secret drag persona he wears a wig like a coward.

dick. as a kid, dick has the same haircut as his father, whatever that might be!! he’s a baby mimicry and it’s adorable. he also briefly copied his mother’s hair only to discover it took way too much work

the father part also applies to bruce! although i don’t believe dick saw bruce as his father until he was well on his way into adulthood i do believe that he copied his haircut. i will not explain this clash with anything other than imagining dick as a tiny bruce clone is hilarious

discowing era dick had a mullet and bruce hated every second of it.

after that i think dick had short hair but quite floppy round the front? like lotta fringe <33

baby jason is continually fascinated w dick’s hair <33333

jason. jason had relatively short hair when bruce found him but it was growing longer (did not have money for a haircut) but he got it cut when he got adopted. unfortunately he now also has bruce hair because he didn’t care what his hair looked like because he was busy being excited about robin

after he died his hair grew out a bit because when he was comatose nobody was looking after him :(

w the league they shaved his hair because it was kinda gross tbh. he had shaved hair for a while

he grew it back out to what he generally looks like in comic panels, fuck if i know what that’s called. unfortunately the fucker shaved it again at the beginning of being red hood. jason your hair is pretty stop doing this

he then did a whole lot of things to get rid of his white streak from shaving to dying to threatening to colouring it in with sharpie. jokes on him it takes less than 12h to come off <333

tim. tim has had one haircut his entire life! it’s your average white boy haircut.

damian. damian is baby and has only had one haircut. he vaguely resembles a spiky hedgehog.

steph. not batfamily (unless by marriage <3) but including here because my hcs for cass and duke are also “they have had one haircut their whole life” mainly because my brain broke when i tried to picture anything else :/ i’ll leave my brain to marinate on cass and duke and get back to you because i also love them and this feels so bland

ANYWAY steph has long blonde hair then she cuts it into a bob then grows it out again. the cycle continues unless she cuts her hair a lot shorter! which she keeps for longer because she doesn’t like the half grown in half grown out look! then it’s back to the cycle <333

alfred has never had different hair ever. my brain also broke trying to picture it

#batfamily #bruce wayne #dc #dcu #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #stephanie brown #i didn’t attach enough to everyone else to tag them #trixie’s headcanons #trixie’s character headcanons #trixie’s dick headcanons #trixie’s batman hcs #trixie’s jason hcs #trixie’s steph hcs #trixie’s batfam hcs #i didn’t want to make that tag damn

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emeraldtied · 10 months ago

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Copy and pasted most of this from another post I did years ago, but added a few things too. Plus the lead up to their actual dating period, but here's a break down of Arrow and Mina's relationship:

Sonic and Mina met when they were eighteen, on the latter's birthday in fact. While they knew of each other, they came face to face for the first time at The Pit, a nightclub in Grand Metropolis.

While that night ended in a very typical rendezvous (yes, a one night stand) there was a genuine connection between them. They talked for hours in the club, having found a comradiere with one another that they very much needed (Sonic more so than Mina, but still). It was the first time either of them found another celebrity less than enthused with the life, one of the first times they could just be themselves without having to worry about keeping up appearances. This would become a running theme in their relationship, the backbone even.

They spent the night in question at Sonic's flat, and spent the morning after talking even more. It was then they decided to put any kind of relationship on hold, though this was mainly Sonic's suggestion given his mindset at the time. They still exchanged contact information however and before parting ways was when Mina offered her assistance fighting, which Sonic turned down in the moment.

They kept in touch over the next few years, in fact Sonic was a pretty frequent regular at Mina's concerts when she was touring on West Mobius and they often met backstage to catch up. It didn't take the mongoose’s crew, particularly her band, to notice something between them, though they kept their observations to themselves.

The bond between her and Sonic actually caused a bit of strife in some of Mina's relationships, born mostly of jealousy on whoever she was dating at the time's part, and there was a section of time where Sonic and Mina stopped talking. But it didn't last long, the two even played music together some of the times they met to chat.

Mina was the third person to join The Freedom Fighters at Sonic's request. She gladly accepted and while one of the many members shocked by the hedgehog coming clean about his past, like the others she still supported him wholly and completely.

Apart from training with the other Freedom Fighters, Mina started special practice sessions with Sonic once it became clear that she was having trouble with her own speed. Despite being a natural born speedster she never took time to practice the skill, but Sonic was all too willing to lend a hand. Using the opportunity to not only hone Mina's skills, the hedgehog had a habit of bringing them both to remote, beautiful, places that he knew of from his travels when they needed to take a break or were otherwise tired of running around.

One could say their relationship started taking a turn during one such adventure, in a particular meadow. It was there Sonic admitted that he didn't see himself getting out of the final fight alive but, if he did, he had the intention of taking Mina on a proper date, to which Mina accepted.

Sonic and Mina were paired up when The Freedom Fighters went after Robotnik and together they traveled over Westside Island and were the first to run into Robotnik and his new robots. With the help of Bolt they were able to retrieve the emerald the doctor had found and make a clean getaway. From there they joined Porker and Johnny in finding the fifth emerald before rejoining the rest of The Freedom Fighters in Green Hill, where they were soon ambushed.

Like the rest of The Freedom Fighters, Mina was present during their final altercation with Robotnik and witnessed Dark take over Sonic's body and what the entity was capable of. It was Mina who dragged Sonic out of danger once he was back in control, and back to the base.

On a similar note, she was also there with everyone in Grand Metropolis and was indeed present when Sonic died. Unsurprisingly, she was distraught by the events but still assisted in gathering the emeralds to help bring him back and helped in the immediate clean up and rescue efforts in Grand Metropolis.

Mina spent the majority of her time after on Angel Island while Sonic regained his strength, leaving only to assist the other Freedom Fighters when they asked though she was never gone for long. During this time she got to know Rosie, who had also been brought to the island after seeing what had happened in the city. They hit it off well, much to Sonic’s relief.

Once back on his feet, and in between training and organizing The Freedom Fighter efforts, Sonic made a point in spending more time with Mina and fulfilling his promise to take her on a real date, and another, and another. Their relationship progressed enough that Sonic took her offer of staying with her in Scrap Brain. While intermittent at first, it only took a few months before he ‘unofficially’ moved in.

Another turning point in their relationship, and perhaps the one that sealed the deal, was near the first anniversary of Robotnik and Chaos’ attack, specifically the one in Grand Metropolis. Overcome with grief and guilt the night of, Sonic had a full blown panic attack that knocked out power in Scrap Brain while he was staying with Mina. It was the mongoose who consoled him after the fact, staying up with him the whole night through as he dealt with frayed emotions.

Just a few days later, they decided to become official. A year after that, they admitted their love for one another one day, pretty much at random, and haven’t looked back.

A few years later is when Arrow joined the band, after much nagging from Mina and her bandmates, and from there they started to tour around the world together.

It was Mina who brought up the idea of marriage a couple of years after this, and while Arrow didn't shoot the idea down he did admit he never saw the appeal in the notion. This more or less ended the conversation, but he could tell his words had shifted something in the mongoose, and that got him thinking.

Arrow sought out advice from Kintobor on the matter, questioning his father figure on their relationship with their wife and matters of love in general. Later he asked the same of Rosie and her experience with her husband.

It led to him proposing to Mina just a few months later, in the meadow where they had their heart-to-heart just a few years prior. However instead of a ring, he used the guitar picks they had exchanged when they first started dating, now encased in silver and glass necklaces. She said yes.

They continued touring even after Sonic proposed although stopped a few months before the wedding to take a much-needed break.

They were married on March 20th, 3230. It was a very small wedding of only their closest friends and family, and they didn't announce it to the public until a month later. It was around this time their families revealed the house on the outskirts of Green Hill, their wedding gift where they reside today.

They continued to do smaller shows, mostly charity, but officially announced their hiatus when Arrow brought up the idea of starting a family, to which Mina jumped on happily.

After some trial and error, and nearly two years of stress, Lyra was born in 3232. From that moment on Arrow and Mina have put their lives as musicians on the backburner, only doing smaller shows here and there and living their best life with this daughter in Green Hill.

#give a little time to me | queue #accept the fact | headcanon #tw long post

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frogdrip · 1 year ago

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Man I keep TRYING to make myself sick especially when im stressed. It’s subconscious, im like watching myself hurt myself in real time then I’m starting to pick up on the cues of self harm. I have to rehome my hedgehog bcs I’m slipping mentally and I can’t risk neglecting (attention wise) her bcs she’s such an amazing animal that deserves play time and activities and bonding. It’s really tearing me up so I’m acting out extra tonight and I isolate so it’s like I’m babysitting myself. I don’t even know how to describe it, but I’m so sick of my own company. Such a whiney bitch.

Anyway my old paranoid god thoughts are returning too. I’m shifting between thinking god is trying to make me stupid since I naturally pick up on too many signs and thinking he favors me. I think he put pleasure buttons in us to distract us from purpose and truly living and seeing. It started when I began to refuse food and started to feel clean and heightened. I know alll the science that debunks and explains these feelings but sometimes u just need to let ur irrational brain run wild before it gets too pent up and explodes on u. I think god has tried to kill me plenty of times but now that my brain is small and stupid from years of neglect, self abuse and malnourishment I can’t think, see or feel like I used to. I don’t feel in contact with the Earth or signals and intuitions put out by Mother Nature. So now I’m dumb and brain soft like everyone else just scrolling and addicted to phones. I actually hate the internet I’m so bored of it. I’m just so uncomfortable in my body that when I move though I want to cry or cut myself. I think I should’ve died in 2018 when I had the chance. It feels like I’m playing a video game now and I’m stuck on the same shitty level. Anyway I needed to vent. I needed a place to put this where I’m not actually talking to someone I’m just letting go. I really wanted to enjoy this year. I’ll try again today

#diary #ya #tw self harm #self harm #tw depression #tw #trigger warning #depression #mental illness #tw religion #I tried to cover all the triggers guy cut me some slack ok #9.15.23

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dragbunart · 2 years ago

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ok so i adore your cute and fluffy tailsmo stuff, but now i wanna see some tragedy, well less so tragedy and more so really sad, my idea is that it's been like three years since cosmo died and tails planted the seed of her that remained, and the plant has barely grown, and the rest of the cast has to tell him that he has to accept the fact she might never come back, and the biggest bit of heartbreak is sonic trying to explain it to him and tails yelling at him that he had told tails he had saved her after the fight with the metarex and that he had promised tails that she would come back, and he can't accept the fact that she might never come back, ending with him crying over her planter box, with those tears causing it to sprout a little

i like heartbreaking stuff sometimes

fortunately angst is my specialty

Three years. Three years of grieving. Three Years of Hope. Three Years of gardening. Three years since Cosmo had sacrificed herself for the Universe.

Three years since Sonic gave Tails a singular seed, which had barely split open at this point. The young Fox monitored it in his lab almost constantly.

Maybe Seedrian plants just take longer to grow. Tails thought to himself poking the glass. He didn't dare try to touch it, lest he give it some infection and lose the last remaining shred of her forever.

Everyone came by to visit him when the group wasn't on missions. Missions were the only time he really left. That he saw the sun. He didn't want the seed to magically bloom and not be there for it if he could. Amy had tried to drag him out for dinner. Cream had tried to convince him to make flower crowns with her. Knuckles had tried to drag him out kicking and screaming until Tails nearly knocked his head on one of his computers, which could've given him a concussion.

Now it was Sonic's turn. Everyone stood just barely out the doorway

"Hey, Bud, we need to have a chat." Tails blinked away from the glass, rubbing his eyes. "Can we go outside, you need some fresh air and sunshine." "I have the world's best filtration system in here, and the synthetic lights offer a better amount of Vitamin D than the sun's rays! I made sure of it."

"Tails, it's time to let it go." Sonic wasn't good at dancing around the subject. Nor was he good at feelings. So he just said what he felt needed to be said.

"Let it go?" Tails looked confused.

"Let what go?" "The seed! Cosmo! It's been three years, you need to move on with life, dude."

"Get out."

"Eh?" "GET OUT!" Tails threw a waded-up paper at Sonic. "YOU SAID SHE MIGHT COME BACK! AND NOW YOU'RE SAYING SHE ISN'T!?" Tails were screaming and hitting Sonic, though pretty weakly. "GET OUT! I HATE YOU! LEAVE ME ALONE!" Tails roughly pushed Sonic out of the door, locking it behind the hedgehog.

Everyone could hear the young fox throwing things, and destroying things. There was anguished screaming. The sound of metal falling on the ground. Wood breaking, and glass shattering.

Then a collective wince broke over the group as they heard ceramic crashing onto the ground and silence.

Knuckles managed to punch the door down. It looked like a tornado had come through the lab. Glass, and broken wires everywhere. Rouge had decided to take Cream and Cheese home.

All anyone could see was Tails's tiny figure barely lit up sobbing over a shattered pot. Sobs shaking his body, but it seemed like he had lost his voice during all his screaming because not a single sound exited him. He had exhausted himself till he was in a state of fitful sleep.

Knuckles quietly began cleaning as Sonic moved Tails to his bed. Amy managed to find the only unbroken container and quickly potted the seed inside.

Amy decorate Tails's home with all sorts of flowers while he recovered from his depression. He would never realize that the prettiest sprout that lived on his bedside table was from the seed he had anguished over.

#tailsmo #I exist to make others hurt #I must remind tag readers that I DO indeed do Writing commissions if you want more #sonic

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sonic-blue-moon · 5 months ago

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Sonic: Blue Moon - Chapter 4 {Far From Home}

“And that was it,” Nic said, after explaining a great deal of how his life was. Having to deal with the deaths he feels he has caused. “After losing him like that, it was like I didn’t know who I was anymore. So I just ran away; like I always do.”

Sally looked at the hedgehog she used to know as a friend with the same regard she’d give a faceless passerby; with no warmth and joy at all. She just looked at Nic’s now hazel eyes; no doubt they are some form of contact he has to put in every day.

“Gaia…” she said softly like she heard a person close to her had died. And to be fair, Sally has.

Sonic, the hyperactive blue hedgehog with eyes gleaming like two sparking, joyous emeralds. His iconic, cherry red shoes with buckles as golden as the rays of the sun, now replaced with Nic…a shade of that same hedgehog. His black gloves and dark-shaded eyes no longer inspire joy and positivity; but quite the opposite.

“I’m sorry,” Nic said, stepping close to Sally. “I did not mean to just…unload that all onto you, and all within, like, an hour of us running into each other after decades of not seeing each other. You aren’t my therapist; but a friend. Forgive me.”

Nic apologized, looking down and to the side. His ears droop, showing his emotions visibly to his old friend. Sally looks up at the used-to-be positive hedgehog warmly, smiling equally as warmly.

“It’s okay. You usually are so sure and independent. But such a loss like that could wreck anybody. So forgive me for stereotyping you like that.” Sally said, trying to comfort Nic’s woes that have plagued him for so long, even if only for a small while. Noticing her efforts to do so, Nic smiles back at her, looking at her with his now dark, hazel eyes.

“So…” Sally steps away from him, leaning on the cheap, rusted-out metal railing of the apartment building Nic has lived in for so long. “What’s new with you? What have you been doing with all this time?”

“Well I had a job a while ago, but I got fired. Funnily enough, it was for being late too often.” Nic said with a wry chuckle. Sally laughed a bit too, finding humor in the ironic situation. “But now,” Nic says, “I am trying to find a job and get rent so I can live in my apartment for another month. I still think I can do it, but…I’m not sure.”

“That place?” Sally pointed at the door that was behind them both. “You lived in that hovel for ten years??”

“Hey, I had no other option. Besides, I never exactly had a home or actual money to worry about. That stuff’s still fairly new to me. And I needed a place to blend in to, so…I had to get a place.” Nic said, looking a bit blue as he reminisced in his head about the entire process he went through to get to this point; getting a home, bank account, even changing his name.

At first, the blue hedgehog felt sad for just abandoning the rest of his friends and coming clean with them. But in the present, he’d gotten used to the situation he had.

“I gotta admit, Sally.” Nic piped up, looking a bit hesitant. His hazel contacts looking at the squirrel before him. “I actually have been so bullheaded about wanting to live here is…it is all I can do. I was working at job; a fast food place to keep this place to myself. At first, I was just trying to survive and try to live with the guilt of what I’d done.”

This last sentence piques Sally’s interest, a brow on her face raises slightly. “Guilt? What could you be guilty of?”

The thought of answering such a question was hard for the previously speedy hedgehog. The words stick and cling into the inside of his mouth, like a kind of gum or syrup.

“Sally,” Nic gestured to a nearby bench, “You may want to sit down for this.”

Still having trust in the friend she now knows as “Nic”, goes to sit down.

The hedgehog sits next to the squirrel princess. He exhales a breath, before going to commit to face the past he tried to leave behind for so very long. His face the look of having every single non-motivational emotion and yet has no emotion at all. Like a blank canvas.

He turns to look at Sally.

“Ten years ago, Miles was getting a celebration for saving a place known as Station Square. My other friends were there; a lot of them you don’t know. Anyways, Eggman attacked us. And I thought it would be like usual: beat up some robots, confront Eggman, blow up his ship and come back to cheering and screaming. But…it turned out Metal Sonic; the robot he built to be like me in every way, went haywire when—as a joke—I uploaded a stupid video into his system as a virus.”

Nic takes a breath, still a bit calm as he recalls what happened.

“A bunch of my friends fended off the bots crashing the celebration. Tails, an echidna named Knuckles, and I hopped on Tail’s plane and we three went to confront him. Except…the inside was all torn up and broken. Robots rendered to rubble, floors and floors of scrap metal and parts. I met Eggman, who was beaten to a near death state.”

Sally gasped at that. Shocked at such a thing happened.

“No way…” Sally mumbled under breath, shocked that her old friend had to see all of that.

“Then Eggman told me it was Metal Sonic that got to him. He had his robots try and destroy him, but that didn’t work out. Realizing I left my teammates while a crazed, robot was in a ship…I rushed away from Eggman. Only to see Knuckles, in a room; slumped down near a wall. He… was killed.”

Sally’s eyes widened at that.

“Then I rushed to see…Miles…innocently waiting for me. Wanting to protect his trust in me, I lied and said Knuckles was doing something else. I got dropped off at the main fight in Station Square, and helped out the others. After that, Tails was nowhere to be seen. Amy, a hedgehog who I saved from Eggman long ago, came with me.”

That was when Nic started to breathe a bit more heavily.

“Metal Sonic held Tai—Miles hostage. He knocked him out. I can’t remember why, but…he hurt my best friend. He broke one of tails and flung him into the ocean that was near us. I destroyed Metal and tried to reach my friend…”

Nic…broke down. Sobbing the tears he wanted to all those years ago. Sally pieced the end of the story together and was horrified what she came up with and just hugged the hedgehog beside her.

“I’m sorry for your loss. Truly, such genius and bravery were lost that day. The world will never know what it had.” Sally said, rubbing Nic’s back in an attempt to comfort him.

“Compared to what you had to go through, my troubles seem small now.”

That broke Nic out of his torpor of teary torment. As he looked at the princess with confusion.

“‘Troubles’? I thought the Acorn Empire was fine after I stopped Eggman years ago as a kid? What’s going on?” Nic inquired.

“Oh, nothing. I…just moved a long way out from the Empire to my own place. I hoped to become my own squirrel, and not just ‘King Max’s and Queen Alicia’s heir’.” Sally answered. “It’s just…living away from all I know is hard. The comforts of the castle were all I knew and I wanted to try living on my own.”

That gave Nic pause. Guess he wasn’t the only one wanting to get away from a previous life.

“My rent is gonna be up in a day or two. I’m gonna be out on the streets.” Nic said in a quiet tone.

Sally immediately replied to this. “You could live with me, if you want. Would make my home a bit more lively to…be in.”

“You would take me in?! But why? Why help me when you just me again in…years?”Nic asked, shocked and confused at Sally’s sudden kindness. To which Sally shrugged and answered. “Do I need a reason to want to help out a friend?”

To which��Nic broke down at that. He recalled a time when he said that to a…certain friend of his.

While wiping away his tears, he accidentally wiped out the color contacts in his eyes that made his eyes looked hazel. For the time again in ten years, Sonic’s emerald green eyes were seeing the world.

“Thank you.” he replied, happy to finally get some kindness back in life again.

Both Nic and Sally talked about more lighter subjects after knowing they would be under the same roof.

In the early hours of dawn, Mr. Tredway entered his office. Only for minutes later to see Princess Sally Acorn. In shock, he asked: “Princess Sally?! Why are you here?”

Sally holds out a sheet of paper with Nic’s apartment info. “Render this contract with the one you call Nic null and void. They will be living with me now.”

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