#aaaaaaaa i love the Sonic movie

[hwaightme]

Respectfully I am YELLING PLEASE YOU ARE TOO KINDENDJJWJE

Honestly royaltycore Hwa in that fit did something to me and looking all the things up for the mood board should be considered eye therapy... just look at this prince look at His Royal Highness what a legendary *grrrrAH INTENSIFIES* (thank u i lob u <3)

HWA SAYING "LIGHT OF MY LIFE" WHILE SEARCHING FOR YOUR GAZE IS MORE IMPACTFUL THAN A SONIC BOOM I SAID WHAT I SAID // hwa pls when

AAAAAAAA I AM SO HAPPY YOU ENJOY THE LOVELY LOVELY "IT IS NOT WRONG IF I REDEFINE THE RIGHT" TYPE ENERGY <33 THANK YOU I AM SO GLAD IT WORKED OUT!! I really was wondering how to make a fine balance between what is... well... crime.... and love and well.... what are morals am I right?

PPSRLDLSLDLDKDKPLEASENOTTHEKOKOROGOINGDOKIDOKI- (am bowing repeatedly to you thank you very much I am deeply honoured and grateful AAAHWEJDJAJ) the inner turmoil... the dread... the doubt... the acceptance are all strong feelings and it is fascinating trying to figure out a blend between them~~

*well I'm just gonna combust* *bai.exe has stopped working* *why? because yumi enjoyed the Hwa ponderings ;~; <333 I cannot pls I am soft-* really he is so wonderful, and there is so many things one can say about him... any and every detail has a beauty within it, so really it is lovely to try and write just *about him and how he is*

My queen is smth that lives in my mind rent free honestly (along with Hwa mind games when he himself is lowkey losing his own mind xoxo couple goals sjdjsjdja)

EHEHEHEHEHEH I WONDER WHAT IT COULD BE >:) (imma say this - I definitely had some devious ponderings while writing that)

This is me rn: 🥰😍🥰❤💕😊😍🥰☺️❤

lemme gib a glomp pls

Thank you so very much <333 genuinely am in my feels and I am so so so happy that you liked this 🥺 I SHALL WEAR THE APPROVAL AS A BADGE OF HONOUR THANK YOU-

(and now to ponder the fact that Hwa said in a recent mini interview that he would want to play a villain if he were in a movie)

❤❤❤

Dawn

THIS IS 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI, PRINCE'S ORDERS (nsfw tags under the cut)

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👑 pairing: exiled!prince!seonghwa x afab!reader 👑 genre: smut, fluff/angst, pwp but make it royaltycore 👑 summary: remember, remember this day, do remember, the treason and gunpowder plot. i see no reason why gunpowder treason should ever be forgot. as the preparations for a new era are complete, you find paradise and praise in the arms of the prince who had fallen, the prince who will be your king. 👑 wordcount: 6k 👑 warnings/tags: questionable editing, mention of 'sins', exile/royal family drama, revolution/uprising, muddled feelings, explicit mention of bombs, treason, park dynasty, royaltycore with modern elements, in love or in lust, lmk if anything else 👑 taglist: at the bottom of the fic 👑 a/n: it all started with a devious hwa smirk; @nebulousbrainsoup thank you for hyping over this with me <3 always, any reblogs appreciated. much love!

👑 nsfw tags: cunnilingus, overstim, teasing, pet names (love, darling...), begging, unprotected sex (wrap. it. up), creampie, nipple play (f receiving), implied aftercare

“It has been done,” you mumbled, fiddling with the edge of the heavy cloak that adorned your frame. Despite being in a secluded chamber, you did not have the heart, at least not yet, to reveal your surprise, instead keeping discussion and action to strictly business.

Seonghwa’s eyes widened, as though he was visualising the impact of your unspeakable actions. A pang of fear struck your heart as you cast a glance at the flickering orange flame of the torch – currently, the sole source of light in the chamber that he had made his quarters and headquarters, given the timidness of the moon as it hid behind thick clouds. The ornate window stood dormant, reflecting the light and the fiery man. Prior stoicism and cool resolve evaporated, and he turned towards you. In the blink of an eye he was setting the maps of the kingdom and of the locations that served as bases of operation of the new regime down on the desk, and he could not hold back on anxious praise.

“How did you- but that was a risk- you, my angel… my sweet, precious angel you are changing the world, light of my life-” stopping you from picking at your cloak, he took one of your hands in his, lips ghosting over the knuckles. He pressed your hand against his chest, as though in a miniature embrace.

It was easy to see the relief in his features. The hints of dark circles under his eyes, the misery being replaced with a shining hope and a boyish vivacity – this was why you had abandoned your own morals in favour of his, convincing yourself that what you had done was ‘the right’, and that there was an objective evil in the world that just so happened to align with your specific target. It could be the case; it could be that because Seonghwa was your personal ‘right’ and was the path you never wanted to stray from, you could not care less for any other misdeeds. When his grip on you weakened, you moved your arm back, and placed both hands on his shoulders, pretending to smooth out the fabric of his perfectly tailored black coat.

Not much had changed in his heart for as long as you knew him. Seonghwa was always there for you, and even in the midst of the crumbling of the Park dynasty, he was the one to tell you that it was going to be alright. Despite being publicly labelled a traitor and having a witch hunt launched to find and execute him, he was here, standing before you, with a gentle smile on his face. You wondered what was unfolding and being formulated in his beautiful mind. What tears was he suppressing, what curses was he refining for the day that he would look the revolutionaries in the face and deliver the final blow to reclaim the royal title and the kingdom. Perhaps his shoulders had gotten broader, perhaps his hair had gotten longer, gaze sharper and the sword that he would wield in his hand more lethal and merciless, but he was the same Seonghwa to you. The same boy who you had played in the royal gardens with, the same young man with whom you had danced in the quietude of empty halls. You did not know anyone except him, and that was how you wanted your life to stay. So, when Seonghwa offhandedly mentioned a ‘mission’ that he was due to complete – a critical step in the leadup to the uprising by him and his loyal army, you did not just volunteer, you swore to dedicate yourself wholly to his plan and did not experience a single droplet of regret.

Perhaps he was your sin. Like some suffered from Pride, or Lust, or Sloth, you were a devotee to His Royal Highness, until your very downfall. And this is why no other act, no matter how devious, meant anything to you – it was merely a step in the direction towards securing your one certain joy in what was otherwise a bleak, barren dystopia. His eyes contained a universe, and that was more than enough for you, even if your days were numbered. This was ringing particularly true after the act you had committed, and the cause for which you stood. You were frozen in time, regarding Seonghwa with the adoration of a person parting ways with the world. As though he was your last breath of air and last ray of sun before it set for eternity. It appeared that this dismissal of your internal turmoil did not go unnoticed, and the prince was quick to reach for your arms, pulling them down so that your fingers could intertwine.

“You mustn’t look back alone. It is a chasm,” he began, studying you. A bitter smile graced your lips as you bit back the long-chronic worries you possessed due to his unwavering kindness. Your precious little prince. You squeezed his hands, mumbling:

“What use is there in focusing on the past anyways, right?” when you sensed suspicion, you elaborated, “the future is bound to be brighter? Isn’t that right, sweet star of mine?”

An overwhelming pause. The question was meant to be rhetorical, potentially comedic, and yet it left a tinge of sourness. Nothing was for certain, even though you carried everything out to a tee and disappeared from the party-occupied castle unnoticed thanks to your knowledge of secret passages that ran between rooms and underground. Seonghwa’s voice accompanied you as you planted detonators, deafening devices and something one of the prince’s followers had kindly dubbed a ‘sleeping mist’ in predetermined locations. Turn, leave, you could do it, you were strong, there was reason behind your actions. Evidence of this was behind the elegantly dressed, albeit emotionally worn-down man. The maps – a myriad of scriptures, plans, strategies; some doomed to fail, others a brave but evaluated risk.

“Mm… that’s right,” you did not want to believe that it was a lie, so you settled on indulging in his deep timbre, tone so mellifluous that you wanted for it to be the only thing you could ever hear, “just you wait, the future is made for us. A world of ripest fruits for us to reap, for us alone…”

He moved once more, letting go of you. You could guess his musings almost word for word – a little planet. Starry night sky. Having the luxury of knowing what would happen when, so he would know when he could see you again, and you did not have to turn into a creature of darkness to creep inside the shadows to his hideout for a few hours, only to risk yourself all over again afterwards. Freedom and utopia were his forbidden fruit – an eternal temptation explicit in his gorgeous irises.

He was a dreamer with very consistent and persistent fantasies, as well as an eloquent way of feeding them into your soul with such finesse that with time you almost always considered any thought to be your own in its origins. Both the little prince and the serpent, Seonghwa was your definition of the world. He had given you a lens through which to see everything. Including him. To you, he was the definition of perfect. A fallen angel more than deserving to return to the heavens. He was outcast by evil, afterall. 

Your body acted on its own accord, stepping back to give yourself at least some room to breathe, but you should have known better than to expect such a thing to happen in Seonghwa’s presence. He caught you - a long time ago. Unreadable expressions graced him as he hooked you back in with the slightest tug at the dark formless material hanging over your body. 

“Did it take you long? Were you in danger?” he asked, spotting the absence of the pouch that had carried the discreet explosive animatronics for your distribution.

“N-no. Not at all. They did not suspect anything out of the ordinary. Besides, I did not try to improvise outside of your instruction.”

“Good. More than good,” it was as if he was talking to himself, undoubtedly reviewing the preparations, now accounting for the success of a major element of the operation. “I wonder if anyone would be able to spot the butterflies prematurely. Would the alarm be rung then? Would we-”

“Are you doubting my skills to hide the tech, Your Highness?” you jest, imitating frustration.

“Hm, no. I think I am merely excited for what is to come. We’ve been preparing night…” he sneaked a glance at your neck, trying to guess what you were hiding under black wool, “...and day. I want to see it all come to life, and have you with me.”

With him - that was all you could hear. You were not one for bloodshed, however given the possibility of redemption, it was appealing. You did your part for him, and he was proud. Now, you could close your eyes. Something in the way Seonghwa approached you was akin to the way a predator follows an unsuspecting beast in a grove. Eyes that were neither hostile nor forgiving, foresight so powerful that he was confident you would never leave. The two of you had too much history, too many memories from which detangling oneself would be virtually impossible. You tried, however your attempts had been in vain. When you had first caught the rumours of exile flying around the castle, and then the extensive discussions about familial rivalry and planned ‘changes of crown’ to fit a new ideology, you tried to get away deeming the path of ignorance safer. All it took was one whisper of your name to vow that if Seonghwa were to be sent to hell, you would loyally follow him there. Should he be executed, you would weep at his side and depart with him, heart already in a million pieces. You were irrevocably, foolishly in love with Park Seonghwa, the former prince of Aurora, willing to settle for being a favourite pawn, should he want you to be one. But even that title you would never be able to fish out of him. Forever enigmatic, you were never confident in assuming you were his only star despite the sweet nothings and the adoring gazes, but even if you were part of a big universe for this ambitious, high and mighty man, you did not mind. No one could fight against power. No one could fight against the greed for supremacy. 

He was so close. An angel glowing in the torch light. The gold and red detail on his clothing turned to holy markings in his grace. You were stunned, a pliable doll in his arms, entranced by his slowed blinking as the ghost of a smirk appeared on his lips. There was always reason to reward you and your undying commitment to his cause. A token of appreciation, some could say. Seonghwa could also retain some form of humanity and call it for what it was - a long-standing obsession, but given who he wanted to become, he needed to contain himself and possess at least a sliver of civility before inevitably breaking apart for you, and only you.

“Thank you, Y/N,” music to your ears, the final straw before your internal chaos overwhelmed you and you had to hold on to Seonghwa’s voice for guidance. Your reaction was easy to detect, as the prince moved to have his fingers just barely touch your face.

”So… so beautiful, my love,” his hand traced your jawline, pausing when a shudder passed over your body. Seonghwa chuckled, admiring how responsive you were, how attuned you were to him despite remaining mostly unperturbed by the world that surrounded you.

There was something spectacular in how you carried yourself – feigned obliviousness, a façade of perfect innocence that had been the main reason for your survival under the new regime. Pretty precious little bird that knew how to keep quiet, and in turn were destined to sing the loudest when the time would come. Your eyes, widened as you devoured him, were enchanting pools that he would not hesitate to dive into and drown. Perhaps one could argue that no one liked a dead man, but Seonghwa was one of the lucky ones; your taboo rendezvous were evidence enough that you did not mind a character in your life who was as good as a ghost.

Your slightly parted lips, rosy, moistened by the darting of your delicate, delectable tongue were a sinful fruit that he desired to own. Running a thumb over your lower lip, the sparks of an uncontrollable lust burst in his chest, tainting his bloodstream like the most potent wine. He could see the edges of your dress under the black cloak that you used to move undetected in the night. To visit him, of all people. To risk your life for him and him alone. For him to be the only one who could even spot the royal crimson fabric underneath – a material tailors would fight over, material that he had gifted to you once upon a time despite barely having any network whilst in the chasm of being an outlaw, a traitor of the state. Enemy number one, who had made it a mission to dress you up. He did not regret a thing. Not when you gasped as he toyed with the clasp of the cloak. Not when he felt your hands land right above his heart, fingers toying with the leather harness and golden embroidery of his long military coat - another echo of the past that he would never be able to shed away. In addition, as the days approaching the uprising were being reduced to nil, he could not help but be drawn to the fine material as a form of mockery. He wanted those who have wronged him to see themselves in his form, to hear him have the final laugh.

Muscles tensing under your fluttering caresses, Seonghwa was giving into a domineering restlessness. Unhooking the clasp, he admired the way the black fabric pooled around you, as though the night sky was bowing before your grace. He tried to catch his breath, but it proved to be impossible as the dress occupied his vision. Nothing remained, only your impeccable handiwork, the perfection that was the fit of the garment on your body. You were supreme, the symbol of victory and glory. Clad in red, he saw the future in your form, both in spirit and in the battle cries that would accompany the painting of the lands in the colour of the wondrous silk.

You retracted your hands, and almost regretted it when you heard Seonghwa’s staggered inhale. He was looking you up and down, memorising every detail, undoubtedly thinking of anything and everything that he could do to you, or what you could do to him. Despite the urge to act, to step towards him and greedily steal away what he had left of precious oxygen, you did what you did best, and batted your eyelashes, pretending to be unaware. A wolf in sheep’s clothing, in trepidation to accept the guilt of inducing a small death. Serial murder, unforgivable, manic, addictive, reviving.

“I-“ he tried to form a sentence but it seemed as though every word he could think of wilted before escaping his throat.

Darkened irises darting back and forth, in awe of you – your favourite sight. You could not help but to reach out to him, moving to push an escaping tiny strand of inky hair from his stunning, timeless face. Fingers inadvertently ran further, carding through the slicked back locks and tempting Seonghwa to come closer. Biting his lower lip, he stepped closer to you, hands finding purchase on your hips and giving them a warning squeeze. You tugged lightly, making his previously lowered head rise to face you directly. You could see nothing in his eyes except what you yourself could reflect. The most beautiful and inextinguishable hellfire.

“You have good taste, Seonghwa,” you smiled softly, though the action was clouded over with a deeper intent.

“I am blessed to say I have a muse,” snaking over to your waist, you were suddenly being pulled into a yearning embrace. His racing heart reverberated and echoed in your body, the rising heat of his thighs and hips against yours grew ever more prominent. Seonghwa occupied your every sense, making you forget where you were, when, and what the consequences of your star-crossed union could be.

“Mm is that so?” you suppressed a giggle, brushing his wavy tresses back once more, while your other hand on the side of his face. You could feel him lean into the touch, eyes shutting for a moment before meeting yours once more.

It was in such moments that you found you knew Seonghwa best. Uninhibited and entirely himself, he bared his soul to you in every glance and longing grasp of cloth or exposed skin. Stars in his deep mahogany orbs, the exiled prince was silently asking you for permission. For what? You were about to find out; not once did you not trust him enough to let go of your inner voice and soar into pleasure – those who plotted uprisings together, were meant to be bound together, body and mind. It did not take long before Seonghwa’s lips were on yours, intoxicating, the pace of your elaborate dance so dizzyingly slow that a minute more and you would be the one clawing for more. Overwhelming, he pressed himself against you, and you could only hold on tight, thanking every deity who could unabashedly observe your physical confession for the existence of such moments in your life.

Fingers digging into his scalp, you evoked a muffled groan from your royal lover, who nipped at your lower lip and tentatively ran over it with his tongue, asking for access. Who were you to not oblige, especially when he asked so nicely? In no time, he dipped into a deeper kiss, exploring you, memorising you all over again as though you did not visit him both when he was awake and in his dreams. He was feverish, erratic, his plush reddened lips were leaving trails over your cheeks, the crook right before your shoulder and moved back to evoke a quiet moan out of you by paying special attention to the sensitive spots on your neck.

The red dress was a rose, a promise, divine dedication to him - the same material as that of his own clothes, the colour of the details on the coat which in a joint effort you and him were practically ripping away - the body harness already long gone, to reveal a flowing black shirt. Resting your arms on his strong shoulders you gave into every sensation, fingers instinctively finding their place carding through his locks, you followed his lead and stumbled backwards until an unexpected fabric hit the back of your head, making you gasp into another kiss. With a low growl and unprecedented annoyance, Seonghwa pushed the curtain that served as a divider between the office and meeting area of his chambers and the segment he used as his bedroom. Not quite the same as what his quarters used to be in the castle, but thanks to his military precision and tidiness, went above and beyond what one would expect from a rebel hellbent on chaos. 

It was dizzying - his hands travelling across your body, his hot breath against your skin as he battled the same dress he had implored you to craft and wear, his simultaneously sultry and threatening glare that immediately subdued you as soon as you tried to remove yourself from him to help. No words, only a muted command, and in a matter of moments, you felt a coldness crawl up your spine as Seonghwa expertly undid the buttons on your dress. Goosebumps involuntarily appeared on your skin, erased by your lover’s quick hand.

“Is my darling cold?” he rubbed your back, the intensity and affection forming a combination excruciating for your heart. You shook your head, not wanting for him to worry, though the decision resulted in quite the opposite, “You know it is not good to lie, right?”

“I’m sorry-”

“I suppose it is a little… these damned stone walls. Sorry, love, this is far from welcoming.”

“No, please don’t worry…”

“Mm. Then stop me from worrying. Are you cold?”

You were burning up. The contrast between your flesh and the air was stark, and you bit your lower lip in an attempt to suppress another shudder. Seonghwa stepped forward, making your knees buckle as your lower legs hit the edge of the bed. He let you sit, though himself remained hovering above you, casting a shadow. You turned and studied anything and everything in your immediate surroundings, a wave of embarrassment washing over you despite having been with him so many times before. You stopped at the coat that was lying discarded on the floor. The brooches and badges, marking his titles - or at least past titles, in the Royal Military, glistened and induced a pang of anxiety. Were you living in an illusion by hoping for the past to return? A hand under your chin returned you to the present, and your misty eyes were forced to meet Seonghwa. What was a vexed, darkened expression melted away, revealing a tinge of concern uncharacteristic of his regal image.

“Talk to me,” crouching down to your level, you felt blush rising on your cheeks.

“...A bit…”

“There, see. Easy. Now, do you trust me?”

“Wholeheartedly.”

“So, burn with me, my love,” purposefully implying, he gave space. But if he was the flame, then you were the air, quickly disintegrating as the orange and red blaze consumed the vital essence. You had no chance, or choice, your only answer was his name, repeated over and over and over again until you knew nothing else.

--

Every single one of your senses was consumed by him and the near unbearable warmth shared between two bodies connected under heavy sheets. Brain turned to cotton, much like the blanket that was currently muffling your cries of pleasure, you were being kept from writhing only by Seonghwa’s iron grip. Thighs pinned to your upper body, he had you folded in half as he licked strips up your soaked folds, toying with your abused clit before sliding his tongue deeper, relishing in how your walls clenched around him, begging for more. Pathetic whines were music to his ears, prompting him to move until his nose was almost pressed against the overstimulated bundle of nerves and he could relentlessly fuck into you.

Addicted to the scent and taste of your arousal, he was not giving you any room to breathe, nor to recover from your first orgasm, and instead launched directly into building you up for another. You were a masterpiece, giving up to salacious ecstasy for him so easily, adoring words spilling out of you even though you were barely capable of constructing a proper sentence. The sheer notion of having such impressive power, and you giving up ownership of your personal euphoria to him made him want to stay in this position together. 

“Mine-” he muttered, barely audible as he coated his tongue in your nectar and rolled it over your clit. 

You yelped and threw your head back as a sensation resembling an electric shock hurried through you. Grasping at the bedsheets until your knuckles were turning white, the last image of your lover before he immersed you in artificial darkness was haunting you - his devilish smirk when you shyly nodded in agreement, his virtually lewd scrutiny as he studied your reactions to him ridding you of the dress, to him immediately disposing of your bra, and to him playing with your thin panties, occasionally dipping into your dripping heat to tease you. And then, when he deemed you ready enough, you were in a world where nothing and no one existed except Seonghwa.

The knot that was building in your core was ready to snap at any moment. You could not breathe. You were seeing stars and you were mewling for Seonghwa despite him being right there between your legs, taking you apart. Sensing your oncoming climax, your prince braved letting go of one of your quivering thighs in favour of pressing down on both with one arm, while the other landed directly on your bud, fingers masterfully flicking it while he curled into your hole, pulsating motion inciting wanton squelching from your heat, amplified by the confined space under the duvet.

“Hwa- I-” the nickname spilled out of your mouth by accident, though it seemed that the prince did not mind. Instead he hummed and sped up once more, only to send you over the edge.

Lapping up your release, he guided you through your high and greeted you on your way down, his hands acting as a stabilising force that kept your shaking limbs, and you safe. Seonghwa nipped at your inner thighs, exhaling sharply in amusement when upon teasingly dragging a finger across your pussy you gasped, thighs instinctively trying to bring themselves together. But your lover was quicker than that, lifting himself up until he was hovering over your fragile frame with a knee pressed against your heat. The sheets slid down his form, stopping just past the middle of his back - enough to reveal the glistening orgasm on his face, his half lidded eyes and parted, gorgeous lips. He flicked his tongue - a habit occasionally turned into intentional provocation. Pupils blown, expression animalistic, ravenous, he needed more. To bear the scalding hot oasis that you shared, he had torn off his clothing. Though now, he could no longer bear the aching of his erection that was rubbing against your stomach, rapidly coating it in pearly translucent beads of precum. Hips moving on their own accord, he started to rut against you to gain at least some form of friction.

“Still hmph- cold?” he asked, unfiltered mockery clear in his voice.

“Please, Seonghwa- need you in-”

“So fucked out you can’t even - ah, answer my question?” he cut you off, keeping the teasing demeanour all the while his dick was throbbing painfully against you, “I s-said, a-are you cold? Finally catching on, you agreed with him.

“Yes, I… need more. Please,”

“How do you need more, my greedy darling? Hm?” stopping his rocking, he took to rolling one of your hard nipples between his fingers, taking in your every breath, sigh, and the rolling of the eyes as you felt a tug shoot straight to your core.

“-want you to fuck me,”

“Mhm-”

“-want your cock inside me-”

“Yes-”

“-want you to fill me up ple-”

“Say that again,” in less than a second, his nose was against yours and you were peering straight into his soul, finding an inexhaustible danger. His breathing had gotten considerably shallower, and you swore you felt his cock twitch.

“Fill me up, Hwa, I- please-”

“Since you asked so nicely,” he pushed your legs further apart before tapping you on your hip to adjust your positioning. Eagerly, you followed his request hissing at the sensation of his tip teasing your burning heat before Seonghwa bottomed out, the mixture of slick and precum offering a delicious glide. 

He leaned forwards, his bare chest against yours as he shared your state of enchantment awestruck as the torchlight gave up its final battle, only to be replaced by the beginnings of a full moon. You were a goddess in blue and silver that gleamed around the thick curtain, your glassy eyes so innocently sharing feelings he had never dared to express openly that he could not help but plant one peck after another over your cheeks, nose, eyelids, and finally, the lips. The scalding friction of skin against skin started to resemble a prolonged embrace, and when Seonghwa slowly dragged his length against your clenching walls, he mused if in another life, you could be connected like this for all of eternity. 

You offered him the true meaning of ‘unconditional’. You trusted him without a second thought, and were ready to throw away the stability you had within the castle walls in favour of a probability. Your optimism intrigued Seonghwa, and he knew he was in danger of falling in love. In fact, he had been this way since long before finding out his enemies were all beside him at the dinner table every evening, and that only in the most critical moments could he discover his real allies. If he were any more free of the burdens permanently clinging onto his shoulders, the prince would have confessed to you. For now, however, he had the freedom how you fell apart beneath him, so deliciously gullible, drunk in lust.

With each languid thrust into your weeping cunt, he was silently singing your praises, thanking you for every day that you had shared with him, for every night that you had proved that you did not abandon him. As he picked up the rhythm, your melodic pants and whines accentuated the lewd squelching and at the same time sent his mind into overdrive. He loved the time he had with you, the time when nothing existed except instinct and what he could only call a union written in the stars. Seonghwa bit down on his lower lip as his pumping grew erratic and you tightened around him as you reached your high. He let out a whimper, vision impossibly blurry and growing darker as he could barely fight the weight of his eyelids. As he moaned your name, Seonghwa, accepted his violent addiction to your pleasure and your pain as you clambered for the remnants of your sanity in the midst of an overdriven climax. Thick ropes of cum coated your spongy walls and Seonghwa stilled his hips, unable to maintain even a frantic, stuttering pace any longer. Your arms collapsed to your sides, leaving behind marks where you had driven your nails into his perfectly tan skin. The fullness made you impossibly weak, and you fell back onto the pillows, taking Seonghwa with you. Having collapsed under the weight of ecstasy, your lover rested his head in the crook of your neck, inhaling the delectable scent of sex and desire.

The moon hung low in the night sky, casting a soft glow over the secluded chamber where Prince Seonghwa had found temporary solace and transformed it into the cradle of a new world to come. You, his loyal companion and confidante, or at least that was how you decisively wished to name yourself in the midst of uncertainty, nestled against him, your fingers intertwined. The weight of Seonghwa's destiny bore down on his shoulders, and the weight of you in his arms offered a fleeting respite. 

Seonghwa's eyes traced the delicate features of your face, bathed in the gentle moonlight. "Y/N," he whispered, his voice carrying a mixture of longing and determination. "I can no longer bear the burden of this false exile,” he was returning to the present, the only remnants of the beautifully turbulent night being his slightly swollen lips, gravelly voice and dishevelled sweaty hair which had just begun to curl. “The time has come to reclaim what is rightfully mine. I just… I just hope it all comes together."

Your sleepy gaze met Seonghwa's, understanding and unwavering support evident even in the semi-darkness. "I'll stand by your side, Seonghwa, no matter the peril that awaits us. Together, we'll face the storm and emerge stronger.” It was easy to hope and easy to pass the tasks to the next person in the relay, so you wondered if your words held any meaning to your lover. When it was just the two of you, it was easy to worship the art of hedonism and forget impending doom. If only you could erase his own thoughts from his mind. Be selfish. With a soft shake of the head you dismiss the impending sourness, choosing instead to focus on the heavenly fatigue, like cotton, enveloping your and Seonghwa’s bodies.

As if drawn by an invisible force, Seonghwa pressed a tender kiss to your forehead. The warmth of your connection was a stark contrast to the cold reality awaiting you outside the chamber walls. For a moment, you existed in your own sanctuary, shielded. The room echoed with the soft rustle of fabric as Seonghwa shifted to hold you even closer. His fingers traced lazy patterns on your back, a silent reassurance that he cherished this stolen moment of peace. In the midst of the impending uprising, Seonghwa found a panacea in your arms, a haven that anchored him and convinced him that what he was doing was a necessary evil. You nestled into Seonghwa's chest, feeling the steady cadence of his heartbeat. 

"Promise me we'll make it through this," You whispered, fingers tracing absentminded patterns on Seonghwa's chest. You knew that no matter how he would answer, it would be hollow, for only fate could be aware and decide the outcome.

Seonghwa pressed his lips to the crown of your head. "I promise, my love. We'll face the challenges together, and when the dust settles, we'll build a kingdom. How does that sound?”

“Good.”

“My queen.”

“Don’t say that…”

“Today, these are words. Tomorrow, the world can be ours,” you succumbed to his cruel hypnosis, not daring to ask for his methods, nor for his confessions. The less questions you asked Seonghwa, the happier you could pretend to be, and the grander was the castle in your sky. 

The weight of your shared destiny hung heavily in the air, yet in the quiet cocoon of your embrace, the two of you had found your own religion. As the first light of dawn approached, you remained entwined, drawing strength from each other to face the tumultuous path that awaited you - a path that would lead you to a ferocious battle, deciding centuries to come in the timespan of the flutter of a butterfly’s wings. 

“Will I ever be forgiven?”

“Who is there to forgive you?” After some deliberation, you dared to query. In one reckless sweep, you ignited every shadow of hesitation, leaving you only with unconditional, pure love that would carry you through any hardship. The one thing you had left, unfortunately unbreakable.

In the faint light of the rising sun, crawling into the room and coating it in magnificent gold, the man who you so adored and was devoted to was in every form a soul condemned to eternal hellfire; you were fully aware of that. A tarnished being marked as dead before he could even begin to spread his wings. Feathers strewn across what used to be a kingdom meant for him to rule being the only remnant of the brutal betrayal. The devilishly handsome traitor or trailblazer sharing his bed with you was not supposed to exist. And yet, it was his voice, his touch, his scent that occupied your every pore and thought, the owner’s name being carved into you over and over again until you forgot the bigger picture, focusing only on what Seonghwa could envision and how you could achieve that priceless peaceful kingdom.

“Now that is a question I would be interested in figuring out the answer to…”

“Both of us are unforgivable. Cannot repent, cannot start again,” you turned to face him, captivated by the way the sun highlighted his features, “but we can go forward. Until the hands of time stop us.”

As the two of you drifted into a dreamless slumber - a luxury serving as a calm before the storm, you comforted yourself with the fact that in some sense, nothing was going to change just like the darkness that came with your dozing. One fallen leaf, or soldier, would replace another, one snowflake would twirl in pursuit of its partner, one Park would return his crown from the other. In the grand scheme of things, it was still the neverending winter, a late dawn, and the same dynasty, the embodiment of which you prayed was in your adoring and calculating embrace.

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[feliiixan]

"Tag 9 people you want to get to know better"

OMG OMG I LOVE TO MAKE THIS KIND OF THINGS AAAAAAAA THX!!! <333

(thanks for tagging me @peregrine-art 😖💕)

Three ships: of course first of all is Newmann! (pacific rim) + currently into some...Snupin or Snucius and Wolfstars most of the time tbh (Harry Potter) + aaaand prolly stobotnik <3 (Sonic movie)

Favorite ship ever: eheh this is the easiest one. of course Newmann! This two literally changed my brain chemistry when i first saw them a few years ago...and still do actually. İ love this two dork jxbxhd

Last song: Me and the Devil by Soap&Skin and Borderline by Tame Impala and Runs in the Family by Amanda Palmer :]

Last movie: Harry Potter (eheh...yup...still didn't finished watching even the first movie...)

Currently reading: normally i read a lot but mostly it's fanfics tbh...so the last one i read was Wolfstar fanfic "A Store Of Happiness-" and currently I'm reading one more but i forgot the name of it 🥴

Currently watching: Harry Potter (trying to finish all the movies at once) + Terra Nova kinda + want to rewatch Hannibal + star trek series (i wanted to finish watching it for awhile but never find enough time)

Currently consuming: that one cup of Cola i forget at my desk for a few days... (I'm just to lazy to go and fill the new one)

Currently craving: jeez i really want a cheesecake right now and sleep a lil bit...and my brain want something with meat in it idk jdhdhd

I hope i did everything right 🛐

[symptoms-syndrome]

14 & 18

14] What’s a movie you feel deserves more love?

Aaaaaa Sonic 2020! I'm very predictable LMAO. I just think it's really cute and sweet with happy found family tropes! And it fits very well to Sonic vibes, they really got his character down in a way that's distinctly Sonic but also new and different! People dismiss it bc it's a kid/family movie but I think it's an all-ages movie. Dr. Robotnik is also EXCELLENT. Very new and different take on him and I like how he's got a very strong character! He's funny and cool and a villain but not in a boring or scary way. Jim Carrey was an excellent choice for him.

(I wanted to add the GIF of him dancing but it has flashing lights and I want this blog to be epilepsy friendly as possible. Def def def check out his lil dance number if you can!!!)

Overall I like how it's familiar but also new! Also there's a lot more Sonic fans now which is awesome!!!

18] What do you think is the worst kind of minor inconvenience?

Hmmm... probably the fact that you have to wait to drink tea when you make it -_- I know some other parts of my sys like waiting or find it calming just to smell it or whatever, but it's annoying for me :/ I gotta wait for the water to boil and then wait for it to steep and then wait for it to cool down! Too much waiting when I want my tea n o w.

[pixlokita]

Sonic Movie 3 prediction: Tom and Maddie will also adopt Shadow

[larytello]

Tagged by @ordinarydanette

3 ships InuYasha x Kagome Tails x Cosmo Bumblebee x Charlie

First ever ship You know something was up with you since very beginning when you think back and realize you never cared about pairings in the shows you watched as a kid. Sooooo my first ship ever was probably either Sonic x Amy or Sonic x Shadow.

Last song Green Light Ride by Crush 40. I'm playing Team Sonic Racing tonight XD

Last movie Inuyasha The Movie - The Castle Beyond the Looking Glass

Currently reading Riding A Sunset, it's a Transformers fanfiction amazingly written by @qatheauthoress74. I freaking love this fic with all my heart and soul, you guys have NO IDEA lmao also I gotta catch up ASAP aaaaaaaa

Currently watching InuYasha

Currently consuming Ehhh nothing right now

Currently craving Money to pay bills. And maybe a bowl of Açaí. Or a Salmon Temaki. I think I didn't eat any Açaí or Temaki last year and I greatly miss these foods :/

I don't usually tag people anymore, but hmmmm maybe @feliner @velcrowme and @shinidamachu <3 No pressure, though! You don't need to if you don't wanna

tag 9 ppl you want to get to know better, tagged by @apocketfullofhobbits​ !! <3 Thank you!

3 ships: - pynch (even after all this time) - this is extremely niche but: Cove Holden (from the game “Our Life: Beginnings and Always”) and my MC - And two ocs in my head who will appear in my novel IF i ever write it :,)

first ever ship: Zoey & Chase from Zoey 101 (I literally cried when they kissed and Chase had to leave the school….)

last song: Last song I listened to is “Still life” by RM

last movie: Disenchanted

currently reading: Greywaren (have been reading it for 84 years but I’m trying to Take It Slow bc I don’t want the series to end)

currently watching: Maggie Stiefvater’s 2020 writing seminar. Last show I watched was Wednesday.

currently consuming: Nothing rn

currently craving: No food currently, but a concert. I’d love to go to a concert rn.

Tagging @namullethoe @toastertalks @atleasttheyvegotstars @facepalmmylifeu @micmicyoongis @sofatato @geisofbullshit @thatgordongirl and @booksinaballroom (even though I think I already know you pretty well hehe) <3

[beevean]

I wanna know your opinion on movie tails and knuckles!

(i love their bro moment a lot, my found family loving heart skipped a beat)

Knuckles was literally perfection incarnate. So good <3 sure, his character was very, to quote a few reviews, "Drax the Destroyer" from Guardians of the Galaxy, but then again Boom Knuckles was basically Kronk and I loved him to death :P

But seriously, I love how the humor from him comes from being socially awkward and seeing things from a "war" perspective. INstead of making him dumb, they showcased why he'd be naive and trusting of the wrong person, which makes Robotnik's betrayal hurt much more than you'd expect. He's also a genuine threat for Sonic, and the two share parallels, and he's so cute at the end, and aaaaaaaa <3 <3 <3 literally the most perfect Knuckles since Sonic Adventure, I'd say.

Tails was... fine. Honestly, I didn't really feel the bond between him and Sonic quite as much as I felt the growing friendship between Sonic and Knuckles, and I can't put my finger on what. He wasn't bad at all, just... maybe they could have done a little more with him instead of relegating his character development to a drawn out dance scene lol. (I didn't expect the cloning gadget to play a role in the climax though, that was cool) One moment I absolutely adored was, of course, when Tails revealed that Sonic made him feel more confident in himself and his weirdness :')

Oh, and the part where Knuckles picks Tails up like the biggest bro? that was just *chef's kiss*

[cappyjara]

ermmmm so i’ve been watching the sonic fandubs a lot bc they’re funny but i think i unironically like sonic now but i have no clue how to get into it and ur the only sonic liker i know do i have any wisdom 😭😭

aaaaaaaa hm! well. if I’m being completely honest here i'm a pretty casual sonic enjoyer lol my knowledge mostly comes from watching my siblings play the games & infodump Lore to me, watching speedruns, and just absorbing random info through various memes across the internet

so I guess what i’m recommending is looking up playthroughs if you don’t have access to the games themselves? cause thats how i got into it lol. i don’t really have any channel recommendations there, but i’m pretty sure Someone out there’s done like, full playthroughs without commentary.

for a starting point, there’s always the og genesis games, or i know some people suggest starting with the Adventure games and going from there. i haven’t seen every single game so i cant really say which starting point is better, that part’s up to personal preference, really.

sonic has an unfortunate reputation for having a lot of “bad” games or being “cringe”, but imho a lot of the criticisms are blown wayy out of proportion. he’s a blue hedgehog that goes fast. the games are silly from a conceptual standpoint. at that point it really is a matter of whether or not you, personally, like them, and if you do? great! that’s all that matters in the end

anyways, the only other thing i can personally recommend are the recent movies, they’re actually really good and i love them a lot

[luescris]

Okay okay okay

So like

The Sonic Movie, was about the greatest thing I have ever seen. I laughed at every joke, internally screamed every time Sonic did something cute. My only regret is that they didn't have it available for 3D, and it would've been absolutely fantastic in 3D. Alot of the visuals were so mind blowing and they put so much detail into it and just aaaaaaaa!!!!

But you know what really makes me happy??

The reviews.

For the first time in a long while, almost everyone is saying that Sonic is good. For the first time in a while, I don't feel like I'm the only one that actually likes something SEGA makes. All these reviews are so heart warming and fantastic to read, it's almost like a dream. A dream that's finally come true. The Sonic fandom is finally coming together, and this is such a beautiful thing to watch it makes my heart swell. I never gave up hope, like lots of other people, and Jeff Fowler rewarded us with the second greatest video game movie ever to be made. I'm so happy that Sonic is finally getting the respect and love he deserves, and I am really hoping that a second one comes out (Which it most likely will ;D)!!

I would highly recommend this movie to anyone, non Sonic fans and Sonic fans alike. It's the perfect way to introduce our beloved Blue Blur to new fans. And we did a wonderful job welcoming him into the world (Y'know, after the whole... Awful design stuff, but we don't talk about that :))

Thank you, Sonic Fandom, for finally giving Sonic a chance to shine.

[jadvviga]

so i finally saw the Sonic Movie

and I love it

and also I. have some. thoughts (?)

not super smart or important or anything. but. I just. wrote them down.

not like it gonna interest anybody but ill give it a try

(there might be spelling and/or grammar errors, cause English is not my native, so sorry in advance)

((and also I've seen this movie not in English sooo))

"Sonic the  Hedgehog" spoilers  below! (well you won’t get most of it if you haven’t seen a movie, but still)

Hmm beginning is kinda like in Megamind. I like it

BABY SONIC

"She’s my Obi Wan Kenobi" well guess who’s gonna be dead in 10 seconds

We have a little Lord of the Rings here

He is so cute I cant-

This other cop is little weird but also relatable

Sonic is still a baby even when he is not

Don’t stop me know fits perfectly (insert Pacha meme here)

AAAAAH he just want to have a friend :<

asfdghgh She prepered a second cake just in case XD

Aaaaaaaa baby is lonely :<<<

Well nobody gonna notice a little sonic-boom tantrum, right? RIGHT?

"Oh we have to get the evil crazy guy, we have no choise"

Hey what’s Damien Darhk doin here?

Oh just to get roasted by Jim Carrey, okay

Carrey as Robotnik is soooo goood

I love his asistant. And their relationship

These robots give me huge Portal vibes

Yeey road trip :D

A hedgehog and a cop walks into a bar...

Scenes with super fast character going around a paused world are ALWAYS good. Especially with fancy music

I just realised that not only Sonic acts like 10-year-old, but actually IS ~10

I bet 10 donuts that most of the jokes and puns are 10 times funnier in English

Robot get destroyed. Deploy new baby robot. Repeat.

This reminds me of Madagascr 3 chase scene

Sonic doing little dance, and y'all now what dance

(not the fortnite dance)

Oh no baby hurty :c

Oh Doc actally calls his place "evil lab", how cute

Assistant carrey him some gud coffe :D (get it? cuz... ah nvm)

This scene is gold btw

I really wish that i could have seen this movie with captions btw :/

Tom wife's sis is crazy, but i like her

I absolutely love Jojo

"Uncle Tom bring blue hedgehog. Blue hedgehog good. Bring him new shoes."

Tom and his wife's relationship is great.

Yet I still haven’t remebered her name.

"Do yOu HaVe KiD hErE???" "Don’t worry maam, he is not mine" XD

Awww these two are cute. And that actually are not my words, it’s said in the movie 

It’s nice that they didn’t translate "Eggman", but I’m thinking that these 2 other kids that were in the screening room didn’t get why Sonic calls him that *shrug*

Ooooo another slow-mo scene

Gotta go fast (does he actually say it in the movie? cuz I didn’t hear it, but this might be because of the tranlation???)

The guy with chainsaw is cool.

Awwwww he is so happy about the high-five I CAN’T

Awwwww he’s got adopted

"See, I’m not crazy" said totally not crazy Robotnik to his mushroom friends.

Oh hey there is after-credits scene.

GASP it’s Sonic’s buddy??? There gonna be MOAR??

OMG HE CAN FLY. WITH HIS TAIL(S)

(probably should have mention this eralier, but I know nothin about Sonic games, lore and such. I went to a movie for fun. I just know some memes :p )

Some legends say that Jojo is still running around the house

[boobiemom]

I JUST WATCHED THE SONIC MOVIE AND AAAAAAAA I LOVED IT IT AS SO FUN AND FUNNY AND CUTE AND WHOLESOME AND THE STINGER OMG

[fastest-hedgy-sonic]

HOOOOOOLY CRAP THE SONIC MOVIE WAS SO GOOOOOOOD!!!!!

GG PARAMOUNT! GG!!

{{I'll write a more detailed review when I get home but OH MY GOD YA GOTTA SEE IT IF YOU HAVEN'T ALREADY!! I got newfound love for the blue blur! AAAAAAAA-}}

[daybreakthechains]

Alright I'm in the mood to talk about Ryuji (It's Sakamoto Saturday my dudes- aaaaAAAA), so here are some personal hcs I have for him.

💀 he loves dinosaurs! the pt got him a pair of dino slippers and he hit the ceiling. he also adores dragons.

💀 in terms of cartoons and games, ryuji likes sonic, pokemon, dbz, naruto, ninja turtles, yakuza & featherman! (he actually has a featherman mask in scramble, so that's where that hc comes from) he never passes on a round of mario kart, either (he's super competitive so may god have mercy on your soul)

💀 ryuji gets attracted to people very quickly looks-wise? currently he thinks ann, haru, hifumi, shiho and mika are all cute (although after akira told him the shit mika pulled he dropped that faster than a ROCK). whether or not he'd actually pursue them though, is a different story.

💀 ryuji has dyslexia and because of this he has a really hard time reading english because a lot of the letters look similar- he also has mild adhd and it's hard for him to focus on things if he doesn't find them interesting.

💀 being the oldest of the second years, ryuji is basically the big bro chaotic enabler of the group.

💀 he's a lot more sensitive than he lets on but he doesn't like to admit it because his dad viewed it as "weak" and "girly" to cry (although thankfully after he makes friends he knows he can trust he gets comfortable in his sensitivity again). additionally, besides ann, ryuji is the most emotionally intelligent on the team and is excellent at reading people and situations (he also hates fake people because of this cuz they're not hard for him to pick out but they lead other people on.)

💀 ryuji doesn't like 'girly' things at all (finger nail polish, make up, dresses, etc) and will vehemently resist to participating in anything of the sort.

💀 he's a very light sleeper due to growing up in an abusive household and it's extremely easy to rouse him when he's dozing off (careful though, he might get to swinging if you spook him).

💀 ryuji...doesn't do horror movies. they give him night terrors.

💀 can and will go toe to toe with literally anybody IRL but is a little scared of haru in the metaverse (he knows she won't hurt him... probably. but her sadistic tendencies freak him the hell out.)

💀 ryuji isn't really fond of vegetables and avoids eating them if he can, ESPECIALLY mushrooms. he thinks they're slimy & gross and he doesn't understand how yusuke likes them so much. he's not crazy about sweets, either. my boy is all about meat, junk food; and soda.

💀 he can't dance. at all. he tries though, bless his heart.

💀 ryuji is undoubtedly a dog person! cats are okay, but he has a very soft spot for puppies.

💀 after the kamoshida arc, ryuji gets really protective of mishima and looks out for him to make sure he's okay. ryuji's got extremely high paternal instincts so he just goes papa bear around younger people.

💀 he's taller than his ma! when he's excited he'll pick her up and spin her around-

💀 as skull, ryuji's teeth actually get sharper and he exudes a slight magnetic field due to captain kidd having an affinity for electricity. tends to shock his teammates on accident occasionally. (although in akechi's case.. it's not accidental. oops.)

💀 entp (extroverted, intuition, thinking, perceiving), he thinks with his head a little more than ann does, but for the most part ryuji follows his heart.

💀 he's not fond of rain because the change in atmospheric pressure sometimes makes his leg hurt and it's harder to walk (sometimes he actually has to have support because he's in so much pain. it's bad).

💀 post-game, he starts letting his hair go back to black!

💀 becomes a sports coach when he grows up; he wants to be a good influence to younger athletes. (it's kind of taking back his bad experience with kamoshida, in a way)

[frenchiefie]

AAaaaaaa I started writing out a post talkin about my bday but fell asleep pretty soon after finishing up everything else for the night so lemme get this all typed up now!

I just wanna give a hugeeeee thank you and hugs and tears to my amazing friends and family, this was my best birthday in YEARS. ;w; I went into it not expecting anything other than a normal day since the last few years have been really shitty and I didn't wanna get my hopes up, but everyone was just so!! Kind and thoughtful in the most soft and personal ways, nothin extravagant or anything but, little personal shows of love or really knowing me that absolutely melted my heart!!

It started off the second it hit midnight with a super cute and excited message from my bestest Tim which made me go to sleep smiling like an idiot sgadhaj and then I woke up to some super cute bday drawings from friends!!! ;o;

My brother came home with the Valentine's Dunkin donuts that I love so much on his way home from LA since he knew I wouldn't have had the chance to get them earlier, along with getting me a super bright and colorful high quality eye shadow palette since he knows I love doing extra colorful makeup!! He said he thought it suited me and it was just such a cute personal touch and ahhh.... I cry... ;w; My little sister drew one of my favorite scenes from Borderlands 2 on my birthday card that I have been gushing about and IT'S THE CUTEST THING!!! LOOK AT THIS!!

So wholesome asdghasdj!! My other lil sis drew a pic of her and I on her card and worked very hard to get my hair side swoop just right and I’d post a pic of that too but my phone is dead rn so adghasdhasj maybe I’ll do a photo post in a bit!

My mom got me a really cool joker figurine and shirt since she knows I love my best boi, as well as some white cheddar cheez its which seems silly but is honestly super cute cause just last week we were at the dollar tree and I excitedly grabbed them, proclaiming them as my favorite flavor, but was reminded that her, my bro and I were about to get lunch so I was like “aaaaah heck ur right” bUT SHE REMEMBERED I WANTED THEM AND GOT ME A BUNCH OF BAGS,,, THAT’S SO CUTE,,,, and then my mum and stepdad noticed I’ve been dying in my raggedy old computer chair and they bought me a nice new one and just!! Idk every gift was so thoughtful and sweet and!! aaaaAAAA!! Not to mention my mom made an absolutely bangin ice cream cake using my very specific favorite ice cream flavor (breyer’s chocolate truffle ice cream mmmmm) and I’m just still so excited about everything days later >w<

My family and one of my best buddies all joined me at one of the fancy AMC theaters with the reclining chairs to watch the Sonic movie which was aBSURDLY CUTE!!!! And my friend gave me a huge bar of my fave kind of chocolate in the world ehehehe aND A LOT MORE SWEET FRIENDS OF MINE ARE STILL WORKIN ON GIFTS FOR ME WHICH IS THE NICEST THING AND I CR Y AND JUST!!! FEEL SO LOVED!! I love you guyssssssssss so much ToT <3333

[teamxdark]

Aaaaaaaa okay. Potential movie spoilers under the cut.

I've nicknamed them Shoulders and Sprinkles. Shoulders is Boom Knux because he exclusively does upper body workouts and also it was Amy's nickname for him in her play. Sprinkles is Movie Knux because he loves sprinkles. He is unabashedly proud of and happy with his nickname because sprinkles are wonderful and it's an honour to be named after them.

Sprinkles looked over at his Classic and Modern counterparts, all solemn and filled with lore about their own respective universe and cultures that are similar but not the same as his own, and then he looked over at Shoulders, who knows nothing and smiles at anything and lives life like he's in a dream. Sprinkles sighs and points at Shoulders. "That is the one that I will... 'hang out' with."

Shoulders acts a lot like Movie Sonic & Tails so Sprinkles felt drawn to him regardless. He also gets to infodump about his own culture and stories and Shoulders listens intently. He often forgets what was said so Sprinkles gets to explain it again and again.

Shoulders is 100% impervious to Sprinkles' short temper and it's exactly what he needs.

Shoulders can pick up Sprinkles and carry him around and Sprinkles is so used to the opposite being true (he can carry Sonic and Tails but now he is the one being carried).

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME WHAT IS THIS ATTACK-- oh wait... This is the fun! Aha! Now I understand the fox's joy!" / "Haha, Mini Me talks funny!" / "Dishonour upon you! My native tongue is the language of our ancestors! My knowledge is in excess and yours is in lesser form!" / "I have no idea what you're saying, you're so adorable."

Shoulders helps Sprinkles chill out a bit by being happy all the time.

They get ice cream together and Sprinkles is aghast that Shoulders hates mint chip.

Sprinkles is also very protective of Shoulders.

"Touch the large simple echidna and your bones will be forfeit."

Shoulders frequently confuses Sprinkles by his world's affinity for the absurd.

Sprinkles looks forward to meeting his Amy and Sticks.

Modern Knux has no idea how to feel when he realises that neither Shoulders nor Sprinkles has a Rouge. Sprinkles claims that he would love a rival, for a rival pushes one to his greatest accomplishments!

Shoulders is like a big brother figure to Sprinkles, who never had one of those before. However, Sprinkles is still the responsible one, considering that Shoulders nearly put a baby in a blender once.

I have been having. Many thoughts. On Movie Knuckles and Boom Knuckles interactions.

[jumpchain-drop]

Interlude 1.5

“….aaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-”

CRASH!

I landed in a face-down belly flop. It hurt, but somehow I don’t think I was injured. Still took a minute to get up.

“Where…?”

Last I remember, my Pokémon team and I just managed to defeat the swarm of Zubat to a mon when I suddenly felt myself drop. Their balls were on the floor around me. I picked them up and examined them. You learn to tell an empty from an occupied ball when you spend ten years in the Pokémon world, and these balls were indeed occupied. So even though they were out at the drop time, they managed to come with me.

I felt… pretty OK, all things considered? All the desert dust had gone from me and I felt like I just took a good shower. Wait, was my vision sharper? Or maybe I was just going crazy, because I seemed to have landed in a giant warehouse.

There were large shelves lining the massive space. A large block with windows was in one corner, next to what looked like some kind of medical-looking station and what looked like one of those cloning pods from Sonic Heroes.

“...the hell is this?”

No one answered.

Then I remembered the notebook. I reached for my bag, only to find it wasn’t on me. This worried me greatly. I looked around; my motorcycle, covered in a protective tarp, was leaning against one of the shelves, and sitting next to it was a bin with a giant “1” written on it in Sharpie.

I hurried over and pulled it off. Inside was all the stuff that was in my bag – my leftover Poké Balls, the deck of cards, my money, my laptop, and my billy club (which I promptly took) along with everything else I don’t remember right now. The bag itself was also there. The notebook, however, was absent.

I released all four of my Pokémon. Terra, Bolt, Cody, and Anita were quick to look around curiously.

“OK, you guys remember that notebook with the word ‘JUMP’ on the cover that was in my bag?”

They all replied affirmatively, whether nods or positively-toned sounds.

“It’s gone missing. Everyone split up and start looking. We’ll meet back here in...” I notice a clock on the nearby wall. “...an hour. Shout if you find anything.”

While they went to check out the rest of the place, I headed into the concrete cube. To my surprise, inside was a fully-furnished house, with a living room, kitchen (and a fully stocked fridge and pantry), bathroom, and bedroom, with enough space for all five of us. There was electricity and power outlets (I got the laptop and plugged that in), AC, indoor plumbing thank god, and there was a router so there was apparently some kind of Internet, but hell if that worked or the smart TV got any channels. At least there was a Blu-ray player and a rather extensive collection of movies and TV shows on DVD. No game consoles, though; that sucked.

An hour later, we reconvened. Anita found the notebook, on a high shelf near the back. From what I could tell from them, most of the rest of this place was just shelves like this, but there were several large empty spaces, presumably for larger objects. There was no one else here.

I opened the notebook. On a new page...

Warehouse

This place is yours.

The key is in your pocket. It almost always is.

The key, in any locked door anywhere, opens the way here.

While you’re inside, the door must stay open, but you can put a force field in it behind you. The key stays in the lock.

If you leave, everyone else leaves.

Time stops if the door is closed.

You jump on in a week.

“My pocket?” I checked, and inside was a key I hadn’t seen before. It looked like a house key. The keychain was bright orange and shaped like an asterisk with the top arm missing.

“Well...” I told my friends. “Looks like we’re here for the week. Might as well get settled.”

The week was a nice relief after ten years of being in the desert being chased by Zubat. The warehouse temperature was adjustable. Terra was a little uncomfortable with the lack of sun, but luckily there was a sunlamp in the house that did the best it could. Bolt and Cody both enjoyed the soft pet beds they had, and Anita loved racing around between the shelves. Every night, we’d make popcorn and come together to watch a movie. I picked the film based on what I really wanted to share with the others. The food didn’t seem to run out; in fact, it seemed there was just enough to feed all five of us every day, and it all came back during the night. I treated them to quesadillas for dinner, a dish I’m good at making back home. Naturally, this caused them to realize I was not originally from their world, but as I had been their caring trainer, they didn’t really seem to mind.

There was one odd moment during the week. Once, Bolt was getting a drink of Oran juice, but accidentally tripped and spilled it on me. Except it didn’t spill on me; it slid right off like water off a duck’s back. I asked the notebook what was up with that and it replied that my new body would always be clean.

New body…?

Turns out the asshole voice “updated” my body while I was in whatever limbo is mid-drop. I mean, I noticed I lacked my protruding gut that I often maintained made me more huggable, but I put that on living in the fucking Pokémon world with actual monsters that could kill me, during a time where there were monsters that would extra kill me. I was stronger, faster, hardier… It was like the original me, but at least a little bit better in pretty much every respect.

Like, that’d be pretty cool, but I would’ve liked it if they asked first.

At least my team didn’t notice or even care about the differences. That was welcome.

Before I knew it, the week was up. I had barely managed to get dressed before...

“….aaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-”

CRASH!

I landed in a face-down belly flop. It hurt, but somehow I don’t think I was injured. Still took a minute to get up.

“Where…?”

I was back in the white cylinder. Fuck me.

“Do I have to go to each new place by falling?!” I yelled.

“Yes, because it’s funny,” said the voice.

“Says you. Do you even have a body?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know. Anyways, it’s time for a new decade in a new world.”

“Whoa, hold on. What about my Pokémon? Terra and Bolt and Cody and Anita.”

“There’s a timeless pocket dimension adjacent to your warehouse. They are safely time-paused.”

“What is with you and time-pausing?” I demanded.

“Would you rather they die of old age alone without you while you’re elsewhere?”

“...Touché, but what about worlds-?”

“Enough questions. It’s time for choices.”

“What choices?! You threw me into the fucking desert with no choice and no explanation!”

“OK, fine, you want a choice so bad, you can pick where you go next.”

“That’s good-”

“-after this one.”

“What?!”

“Trust me, you’re gonna want this next.”

“I fucking hate you.”

“Duly noted. Now making choices.”

Turns out ten years does not make those blinking lights any more bearable. Eventually they all settled down. Looking at them, after my experiences with computers, I was certain that these were some kind of data representation in binary, some encoding of these “choices,” but without any idea of the format it was impossible to decode. Somehow I remembered the first one, which was different, and I was starting to memorize this one too.

“Your selections have been made. Have a good decade!”

“Here we go again...” I groaned before falling again.

[luescris]

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