#but mostly fluffy angst?

[canipleasegetthenumber15]

Does anyone have recommendations for artists and/or writers who make fluffy platonic g/t content? You can recommend yourself, as well.

Nothing against angst or romantic g/t stuff--they're popular for many reasons, and most people I know of like those themes. Rather, I've only found like 1 creative other than myself who makes fluffy platonic g/t stuff and I'm wondering if there are more that I haven't found yet or if we really are the rare outliers lol.

I find it ridiculously hard to find fluffy platonic g/t stuff for some reason, and would love to see more of it.

[sugarpasteltmnt]

I hope this doesn’t come across as pushy since you’ve already answered the question about a Neon Void sequel, but I was wondering if you’d ever consider writing epilogue one-shots? Like instead of committing to a full story just doing some small slice of life snippets :)

There’s so much of Neon Void I just adore! And the story just ended so so perfectly, I loved every bit of it! Your an incredible writer and I’ve hung on to every word :)

Also slight tangent but the scene with still feral Leo biting Raph in fear just hurts me so bad. That his immediate response is absolute panic and regret at hurting « his red » is so so sad. This bois trauma response is gonna be insane.

all good! in all honesty, the follow up fic would just be one-shots haha. i have no plan nor desire for another long plot for Leo's recovery days. it's gunna be all about him getting some much deserved TLC hehe 🩵

and THANK YOU SO MUCH 💘💞💖! i'm so glad you like it!! and oof yes yes yes love me some feral snaps with instant regret chaser it's delicious 💞

[logosbot-tm]

Did everyone get tired of happy, healthy ships? Why is it that most ship stuff I see nowadays is about a ship being toxic one way or another? I'm so confused when did this happen-

(Not complaining, btw, just noticing a trend lol)

[fe-fictions]

I need lonqu taking care of a sick robin

(I’m just on a sick fic kick right now yall)

It was clear to anyone watching the swordmaster marching down the streets of Ferox that he was not okay. He looked like he was seconds away from murder if someone so much as looked at him wrong.

Jaw clenched, fists tense and eyes sharper than the blade at his hip, Lon’qu looked to be a force of nature. A demon, in all honesty. But if you knew him in any personal manner, it was obvious he wasn’t angry at all.

Rather, he was deeply worried and verging on a full-on panic attack. Such was Lissa’s observation as she tried to keep up with him, though he was far more adept at rushing through deep snow than she was.

“H-hey, do you mind slowing down a little bit?? It’s nearly impossible to keep up with you in a blizzard!!”

“There’s no time.” Lon’qiu barked, “It’s bad enough I had to leave Robin alone to get you out of that damn carriage.”

“Hey, if we could’ve gotten here easier, you know I would have! But the snow is just crazy this time of year. Even Feroxi transport struggles! I don’t know why you sent for me, anyway.”

“There are healers that have traveled from Plegia to try and alleviate the demand because of this illness.” Lon’qu explained briskly, “I don’t want to wait for someone to show up. You’re the only one I trust with Robin-”

“Wow, that’s so nice-”

“-That’s available. Libra and Maribelle are already working with others in Ferox.” He continued, earning an annoyed scoff.

“I see your arrogance hasn’t changed! That’s no way to talk to a woman who just risked life and limb to help your wife.”

Lon’qu brushed her off, pushing open the gate to the home he’d left for far too long. The smoke billowing from the chimney still seemed steady, which was odd. He’d been gone for an hour. The smoke should have thinned out due to logs burning away, unless…

“Damn that woman-” Lon’qu grabbed Lissa’s hand as she trudged through the gate, practically yanking the poor princess up the hill to the house.

“W-whoa!! Slow down, you can’t just grab at me like that, you ass-”

“Robin!!”

Lissa stalled when Lon’qu’s hand left her, finding the house in disarray all around her. It looked as though it hadn’t been cleaned in days.

Worse yet, the subject of his exclamation was on her feet, poker trembling over the fire held by shaking, pale hands. Glassy eyes passed over the princess’ face, but Robin didn’t seem to register that she was looking at her dear friend.

“What the hells are you doing?? You’re supposed to be in bed!” Lon’qu snapped at his wife, taking the iron poker from your grasp and quickly directing you away from the flames. His ire quickly redirected to the princess. “And shut the door!!”

It jolted her back into focus, the door hastily shut and latched to prevent the ice from blowing in. Lon’qu busied himself with his wife. 

“You know what, I don’t even want to know why you’re out of bed.” He grumbled, throwing a blanket over you that was lopsided on the recliner. “You swore to me that you’d sleep.”

“I…woke up.” You swallowed thickly, wincing at the pain down your throat. Lon’qu shook his head, carefully lifting you off your feet. He carried you from the den, jerking his head to motion Lissa to follow.

The princess set her outerwear aside, snow and ice dripping into a puddle on the floor. Lon’qu had yet to change out of his freezing clothes, but it was clear his own health was the lowest priority.

“It got…cold…” Your voice was trembling harder than your hands were. Lissa quickened her pace, hurrying into the bedroom just as Lon’qu settled you into the quilts.

The bedroom was in just as rough a state; it was clear Lon’qu had been neglectigng just about everything except for his wife.

“I‘m sorry. I tried to get back before the fire burned out. But you should’ve stayed in bed, regardless.” Lon’qu added with a growl, tucking the blankets around you as tightly as he could.  “Lissa’s here to take care of you now; so don’t even think of getting up until you’re better.”

He looked up at said royal, who was swift in joining you at the bedside. She pressed her hand to your forehead, testing for temperature. Calling it a fever would be an understatement.

“Naga…how are you that hot but still so pale??” She was incredulous; this illnesss was severe in every sense of the word.

“How long has she been like this, Lon’qu?” She pulled the pouch around her waist to the front, digging for the vials of dried herbs she needed first.

“It started a week ago, and it’s only gotten worse each day that goes by. She started deteriorating about five days ago,when I first sent word to you.”

“Thank goodness you called when you did…this isn’t good.” She mumbled, “Five days of fever and goodness knows what else. I’m starting to understand why the healers are preoccupied.”

He stood back to give her needed space. “This season is always hard for our clerics, but this year’s spread has been especially brutal. Seven people died in the last two weeks, alone.”

“Well, Robin won’t become one of them. I promise.” She assured him, popping the cork on her vial of dried moringa. “I need a mortar and pestle, and hot water.”

“Understood.”

She’d barely measured the ingredients out on the bedside table before Lon’qu was back, a piping kettle in one hand and the heavy stone bowl in the other.

So the work began. Lon’qu lingered at the foot of the bed, switching between pacing and looking over Lissa’s shoulder to make sure she was working hard.

For a couple of minutes, it seemed to be effective. Your face relaxed as Lissa gently smeared some sort of ointment along your neck, and your breathing deepened.

He noted that your doctor seemed quite pleased with the immediate response, before she got back to work grinding herbs away in the mortar. She cast her gave back at your husband, who seeme dincapable of calming down even for a second.

“So, what’s going on, anyway? You’re talking about this like it’s some sort of seasonal disease. Is it common in Ferox?”

“It is; the common name is Feroxi Flu.”

“Creative.”

“It has a proper title, but since it’s a strain that only hits this region due to Ferox’s set up, you’ll hear the common name a lot more.”

“Well, the ‘flu’ part is quite accurate in her case. All the symptoms are pointing to a severe infection, but it’s nothing that can’t be reversed with rest, constant care and a wathcful eye.”

“Tell me what she needs.”

Lissa smiled softly, seeing determination burn brightly in his eyes. She couldn’t think of the last time she’d heard him utter anything with that level of emotion, except for the day she and Chrom brought you back to your husband’s side in Ferox after your sacrifice.

The reunion was an ocean of tears and promises never to abandon him again, and he had been quite bashful about the royals witnessing his outburst when he regained himself.

So to see him with that same fire in his eyes again made her realize that this was very serious…at least, to him. From what Lissa was able to see in the medical examination suggested otherwise.

“Well, if I’m being honest it’s a lot worse than it should be given her age and general health. So I’m fairly confident in saying it’s this bad because of Robin pushing herself too hard.”

“I haven’t been-”

“She’s gotten out of bed nearly every single day since she got sick.” Lon’qu confirmed, glaring sharply at his wife. She wilted under his reprimanding gaze, amusing to the healer.

“So Robin, you’re going to start with some good, long rest and penty of fluids. Vegetable and chicken broth will be best. Ginger tea will be a good drink option…she hasn’t been eating a lot, right?”

“She throws up nearly everything she eats. I’ve been able to get her to keep bread and some tea down. I’ve had trouble with anything hardier.”

“Then let’s do ginger tea first, and then introduce the broth. So long as she can eat, she’ll regain her strength. As for the congestion and other symptoms…”

The princess rattled off a number of remedies and herbal mixtures he would be tasked with grinding and preparing for you while you recovered. The state of you was certainly concerning, but nothing that you couldn’t bounce back from.

You coughed through a thank you, knowing what a trek it must have been just to tend to one patient. You offered for her to stay the night with you, but she had already prepared accommodations in the city courtesy of the Khan (who also demanded to know how you were doing when they found out the reason for the princess’/ visit).

Lon’qu led her to the door, and once again the house fell silent against the whipping winds of Ferox’s blizzard.

You nestled back into the pillows, fending off another coughing fit. The soft thuds of your husband’s feet caught your attention, and he passed back into the room with a number of warm-looking dishes on a tray.

“I’m sure that all smells delicious, if I could smell.” You joked, pushing yourself up some to sit up properly. Lon’qu set them on the bedside table one by one, before he sat down beside you once more.

“Eat this. Lissa said it will help ease the congestion.”

The gentler, softer side of Lon’qu was always such a sweet thing to experience. Even in your currnet state, a smile crept up your lips as you watched him spoon a mouthful of soup from the bowl for you.

“I could feed myself, you know.”

“Lissa said rest was key. That means you’re not lifting a finger, if I can help it.” He replied gruffly, holding it up. Obediently you accepted the food, earning a satisfied expression. “Good. Once you’re done, take this medicine-- then you can sleep.”

“I’ll take it on one condition,” You held up a finger as he presented another spoonful of broth. His eyes narrowed, suspicious.

“Are you seriously trying to bargain with me right now?”

“You have to read to me until I fall asleep.”

“Tch.” He clicked his tongue, pressing the spoon to your mouth. You tried not to splutter a laugh, knowing he’d only be more agitated if you spat out the food. “Why would you want me to read to you? I’m no good at it and I have half the speed you do.”

“But you really do such a good job… I love listening to you read. It gives me joy.” You spoke earnestly, watching his ears burn brighter with every word. He looked away with a groan, the glare sharpening over his frown.

“Damn you…fine, if it matters so much to you, I’ll do it just this once! But only because you’re ill, got it??”

“Thank you, my love.”

“Gh…! S-shut up and eat.” He snapped, all but shoving the next spoon into your mouth. You grinned behind the wood utensil, finding delight in how easily you could fluster such a prickly man. 

You finished the rest of your food promptly, and without any further bartering. And of course the bitter medicine came after, but as promised, Lon’qu reluctantly trudged back to the bed with your latest novel, opened to the page you last read and started stumbling through the paragraphs.

If you were bothered by his lack of literary skills, you didn't say it. Instead you leaned into his side, and threaded your fingers with his, listening to the tale that unfolded while Lon’qu continued on.

He did not know when you fell asleep, but he did not stop reading until dark…and not beccause he liked holding your hand for so long, or anything.

No, that wasn’t it at all.

While you wouldn’t make a full recovery for another week and a half, Lon’qu was there to support you through every minute of it (and maybe possibly secretly hold your hand when able, as well).

[cyxnidx]

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a/n: omg hihihi😭apologies if this took a while, i haven't been checking my inbox at all. but i adore this idea!! tysm ♡. original post here.

character pairing: pantalone x gn!reader

genre: kinda angsty fluff hehe.

two weeks.

thats how long you've been gone for a commission. longer than usual, but pantalone has known you for long enough to know you're fine.

however, your little girl hasn't quite yet gained that pleasure of conscious.

"daddy.." the small girl whines, curling up in a ball against her fathers chest again.

she's been crying and whining about you all evening.

and while it wasn't out of the ordinary for the little girl to know that yes, you'd leave for "work" occasionally, she always got to have contact with you.

whether you end up sending a letter, calling, or sending some sort of souvenir, she always got something to remind her of her other support system.

but the extended time you've been gone paired with no gifts or contact whatsoever is overwhelming for the poor thing.

"i know, dear." pantalone says solemnly. it's the only thing he can tell her, other than the constant affirmation that you're fine.

but, of course she wants proof. its a warrant she's worthy of. but he just can't provide that for her.

its breaking him, from the inside out.

the small girl gets out from her fathers hold, eyes watering as she stomps over to her play shoes at the door. "daddy.. daddy, let's.. go!" she whines, wiping her own tears as she slips them on, and pantalone feels the last bit of his heart rip.

"where are we going, dear?" he asks, humoring the little girl.

"to go.. to go find.." she gets choked up on her own words, struggling to finish her sentence.

and back to her roots, she's a sobbing mess once again. mumbling your name like it's the only word she knows, pantalone can only kiss her forehead and tell her it's alright.

and even now, he's wondering if it's alright.

he takes the girl back to the couch, rocking her until she eventually quiets down from the constant crying she's been doing.

for once, pantalone feels useful in a situation like this. he's a smart man - he can do a lot, he knows a lot. but calming his little one while you're gone with no contact is something that nothing could've prepared him for. no book, no lesson, no prophecy, nothing.

just as he's beginning to relax on the couch, he hears the door knob twist and push open, revealing the same figure he and his little girl has missed for so long.

by the tensing of his body, your girl wakes up, looking around, still upset. until she meets your eyes.

and there she goes. crying, sobbing, a mess as she runs toward you, scolding you while also telling you she's missed you for what seems like a decade.

you kiss her forehead. "i know, i know, i'm sorry." you apologize, walking her over to pantalone.

he wraps his arms around you, his hedonistic smile crossing his face, though how he feels at the moment is anything but. his eyes say it all:

he's hurt. hurt, worried, upset, scared, and confused.

he pulls your figure in tight, as if he's afraid that if he lets go, you'll trickle into dust. nothingness. his head rests on your shoulder, his breathing choppy. "please don't worry me like that again." he mumbles.

[cupcakewebkinz]

Uhm... Vee angst... Yeah.

(I'm so creative with titles /silly)

✮ Vee wasn't the most well treated toon in Gardenview when she was still the host of her tv show... And not the best at keeping up her appearance during live shows. This is just one of the milder incidents that happened... ✮

☆ Prequel to the Caretaker Shanon au - which belongs to me - canon events that won't be brought up in the official story. You're free to skip if you'd like. ☆

✭ @soupiestzilla we're both making our children suffer, aren't we? ✭

⚠ WARNING: This includes non descriptive depictions of abuse and a slightly described panic attack - feel free to skip if you may be triggered. Take care of yourselves! ⚠

It all started with a slight trip. A tumble on stage, her just tripping over a cord that nobody taped down. She sat there, shaking, looking at the live audience - who were laughing. At her. Thinking it was just a bit for the show, thinking it was on purpose. Vee could hardly breathe, her face felt warm, her stomach ached terribly. She wanted to cry... But she would've been punished if she cried. She was humiliated - she was absolutely embarrassed - she was an absolute embarrassment and Delilah was going to be so mad. Her vision blurred as her breath hitched, a sob nearly escaped her mouth, her body trembling even more as she tried to get up - but it refused to work with her. Her leg ached terribly bad, it couldn't hold her weight, but she kept trying. She had to - if the live show was cancelled because she was stupid - she was so punished. Another hiccup came out - a soft cry of pain followed - she was an embarrassment. Why wasn't anyone helping her..? She looked at where her handler usually was, shaking even more as she struggled to get up once again, but she wasn't there. She wasn't there to make the pain better... She wasn't there to make the laughing stop... Why..?

Vee hung her head and gripped the pants she was forced to wear tightly, shaking even more.

The clothes were so itchy. The lights were too bright. The laughter was too loud. The air was too hot. She was too hot. She was exhausted. She was in pain. She was uncomfortable as hell. It was too much - all of it was too much, why was it too much? Why was she there? Why couldn't she leave? Why couldn't she stand up?

What was wrong with her?

Vee attempted to stand again, but accidentally let out a loud cry of pain on that one. She immediately froze. She was so embarrassed- but there was a saving grace from this madness, an unexpected but welcome save. She was picked up gently by someone and just carried away, she couldn't see who through her tears and blurry eyes though, she just clung to them and let out a pained sob. The one holding her stayed silent, cold, uncomforting. Vee couldn't care - she just sobbed and begged for her handler - her mom - the one that always fixes things. The one that always made things better, the one that always believed her when she said things were too much and let her have a break. That wasn't her though. It couldn't have been. Especially when she was carelessly dropped onto her couch, given no time to react and bouncing right off of it. She slammed onto the ground, face first, a crack being heard. Her screen... She sat up and quickly climbed onto the couch - her safe spot - and curled up into a little ball, sobbing uncontrollably as she held her screen. It hurt so bad... Everything - hurt so bad... She managed to mutter out "help me", but it fell on deaf ears. She was instead smacked across her back.

"I didn't make you just for you to be a fool on stage, Version One. I didn't put all my time and money into something that'll be so defective. You're lucky you're a favorite, I would've made a version 2 long ago if you weren't. You're so damn lucky I can't melt you down for scrap metal." The other said, and soon another smack happened, this time on her side. Vee curled up a little more, tugging on an antennae. That soon stopped though as her wrist was gripped into a death grip, nearly breaking under the pressure. She let go of her antennae. Her wrist wasn't let go of. Vee stared at it, scared, soon letting out another cry of pain when it was squeezed so tight the joint broke. She hurt so much everywhere... Why couldn't she stop it..?

"Pathetic. Absolutely pathetic. Maybe I should let you become scrap. Get up. You have to go back soon, or I'll actually punish you. Pathetic." The other muttered, then turned and started walking out, obviously not helping Vee. Vee just laid there, stunned, breathing heavily, crying uncontrollably, shaking so bad she swore she would've been a motion blur if she was caught on camera. She couldn't move, she desperately willed her body to move, but it didn't listen. She wanted to cry out for her mom, but when she opened her mouth, all that came out was an exhausted squeak. She was so pathetic... She closed her eyes and lowered her antennae more, letting herself nod off as much as she could despite the searing pain. Maybe a nap will make it better...

That nap didn't happen.

The door was burst open suddenly after a few minutes, and the trio she looked to for help whenever her handler wasn't there ran in. Glisten held a medkit, a screen repair kit and other supplies, Shelly was armed with blankets and stuffies, Bright unarmed and probably the one they put in charge of moving her that day. The trio all gasped at the horrible state Vee was left in, Bright soon shaking her so she would wake up.

"VEE- STAY WITH US, GIRL, GET UP!" She yelled as Shelly quickly put everything down and started taking off the tux Vee was forced into, Glisten gently tending to her screen silently with the most gentle precision ever. Vee just shakily looked at them after waking up fully, spitting up a little ichor onto herself. Glisten, without even blinking, wiped it off with his thumb.

"Shelly I'm so glad you caught her show today, we would've never known this happened if you didn't." Glisten mumbled, getting a shy little laugh from the fossil as she gently draped Vee's favorite blanket over her.

"I love watching her shows, I wish I could be on one someday. I'm not great at facts that aren't dinosaur related though..." Shelly replied quietly as she grabbed Vee's injured wrist, getting a yelp in pain in reply, but soon was gently putting it in a brace to help it stay steady. Vee whimpered, but the trio immediately softly shushed her.

"We got you now, it's okay." Bright murmured as she pet her head between her antennae, getting a nod from Glisten as he gently finished up her screen repair, and a nervous sigh from Shelly as she put Vee's leg in a brace and gently propped it up on some pillows. Once the injured toon was taken care of, and armed with her beloved stegosaurus plush, the three sat around her, Shelly holding her injured hand as they just peacefully existed together. Vee had stopped crying, her body relaxing, her eyes slowly closing.

"I'm so exhausted..."

"It's okay to sleep now darling, we'll fight off anyone who tries to hurt you again." Glisten softly reassured, getting nods from Shelly and Brightney.

"Who do you want to read to you, hon? Shelly brought your favorite books, I have my glasses on so I can read if you'd like me to." Bright offered, getting a simple little yawn in reply. Vee slowly gripped Shelly's hand and looked at her exhaustedly, sniffling. Shelly gave her a quick kiss, not caring about anyone seeing it.

"I'm really here honey, I'm really right here. I promise." Shelly reassured, watching as Vee slowly closed her eyes fully. The trio soon were just watching over a napping robot, one covered up in soft blankets, soft love and lots of care. Sure Delilah had threatened her not even an hour ago, sure she still felt sick and exhausted and was in massive amounts of pain, but it felt safe now. It felt like it'll all go away with a nap, and so she let herself sleep. Just this once. The trio never left, all staying with her until she felt better - just like a true, loving family would.

Veronica came back from the handlers meeting an hour after the initial incident, slowly opening the door.

"Hey, Vee, sorry I wasn't-"

She cut herself off when she saw what was in the room. The trio protecting Vee were all asleep, sitting right in front of the still fast asleep Vee. Shelly was in the middle, hand still tight in Vee's, head resting on Bright's shoulder, open book on her lap. Bright was using Shelly's head as a pillow in return, hands neatly folded on her lap, a book placed at her side. The medkit they used resting on top of the closed book. Glisten was the only one covered in a blanket on the floor, his head was rested on Vee's good leg, a hand tucked under it as well. Vee was still snug, good arm around her plush, bad leg still propped up on the pillows, head half buried in her favorite pillow. They all looked incredibly peaceful, like nothing ever happened to hurt them. Veronica just walked over and covered up Shelly and Brightney with their own blankets, then turned on the nightlight she set up for Vee and turned off the lights. She watched the star projector as she sat in her own chair, watching over the four napping toons to make sure they stayed at peace.

It was the most she could do without Delilah firing her... Unfortunately.

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

Lena as a woman struggling with a medical illness or condition that requires frequent emergency medical care and ambulance rides to the hospital. Kara as the EMT who responds to those calls at Lena's homd most frequently. Kara is charming and helps keep Lena calm and they strike up a rapport, maybe even a little bit of flirting. Definitely a lot of trust, which builds each time Lena sees Kara bending over her to evaluate her.

Then one night Lena gets in a nasty car accident (not her fault), suffering severe life threatening injury, and lo and behold, the EMT who responds is none other than Kara. This time, when Lena gazes up at her, Kara's features are grim and edging on desperate, contrasting sharply with her usual easy humor.

When Lena mutters Kara's name, Kara looks down and sees her awake. She forces a smile.

"Well, well, well, out in the wild this time," she tries to joke, but there's no mirth in her eyes.

Still, Lena feels relief. She knows Kara. She knows Kara will keep her alive, just as she's done countless times before.

"Glad you're... here," Lena murmurs, already fading again.

"No, no, no, Lena you need to keep your eyes open. Just keep your eyes on me, okay?" She calls for a cervical collar and something else over her shoulder.

Lena tries to obey-- she could stare at Kara all day every day given the chance-- but her body betrays her. Still, she drifts off knowing that if she has any chance at all of waking up again, it will be because of the woman kneeling over her.

[sparkles-rule-4eva]

https://www.tumblr.com/bebeiaarts/673335597863256064/my-headcanon

Went ahead and read this post. And laughed a little, ngl.

It's basically a defense post for shipping Sonic with human girls, and a hate post towards Sonamy/Sonally shippers. Called 'em all "fanbrats." Immediate generalization, assuming all of us are the same.

I'm a Sonamy shipper, not Sonally. Why I don't ship Sonally? All I've seen of Sally -- while she's generally a good person -- she's very controlling, especially of Sonic himself. She doesn't like Sonic for who he is; she's constantly trying to make him more serious and their personalities clash an awful lot. But does that mean I hate on and judge Sonally shippers? No. It's just a ship with fictional characters, peeps. Lighten up. I don't get triggered if I see others making art for them and stuff. I just move on because it's not for me.

Ah, yeah, Amy's worse qualities HAVEN'T disappeared? Sorry, could someone remind me of a time during the IDW comics, during Frontiers, during MOSTH, when Amy was making Sonic uncomfortable with stalker-esque behavior? Right. There wasn't any. It's a little something called character development and maturity. Happens as one grows older.

And this isn't the first time I've seen people complain that they're turning Amy into Sally 2.0. Actually, they're not. Amy Rose has a heart for people that Sally never did. In IDW, Amy took over the Resistance and changed it into the Restoration because Knuckles disbanded it on a whim, and she couldn't bear to see so many people displaced and in trouble. Because she's got that heart and LOVE for people. That passion.

Amy loves Sonic exactly for who he is. (I've talked a little about this before but will gladly elaborate for those who refuse to see.) She outright said to him, "I can't change you. I don't want to change you."

She loves that he's an adventurer. She loves that he has a heart for people like she does as well. She loves everything about him -- through anything.

Another person claimed they didn't ship Sonamy because "Amy only loves the hero facade Sonic puts on." Sorry, remember that episode in Sonic X where it showed Amy was well aware of Sonic's dislike/fear of water, and instead of getting angry or disappointed with him, she made him a good luck charm bracelet to make him feel better? Or that time when she scolded Knuckles for making fun of said fear? Or when he was badly electrocuted to the point of unconsciousness and she stepped up to take care of him? Or when she dove into a giant mass of water after him, knowing she might not be able to save him but not wanting him to be alone? I could go on and on.

That love of hers, that passion, is also for people in general (he's just #1 in her heart, according to Sega). In Frontiers, she showed concern for him when he appeared to be struggling. She shared her desires to share her love with the world, even if it meant taking them apart, and he encouraged her to do so, adding that he wanted to hear all about it when she got back.

Pardon us for feeling like Sonamy is more canon after Frontiers. I'd like to see YOU come up with a platonic explanation for "Wish we were sharing an umbrella, Amy," and "Amy, I should've made up my mind sooner."

Also, it's pretty unlikely Amy is still 12. They stopped confirming their ages years ago. With how much has been happening, I wouldn't be surprised if they're all aged up several years.

"Thinking we know better than Sega themselves." Bruh, "Sega themselves" have confirmed time and time again that Sonic has feelings for Amy. The only reason (besides the mandates lol) he hasn't confessed to her is because

Sonic isn't good at dealing with feelings

Sonic isn't ready for a relationship at this point in his life/doesn't need one

Sonic loves Amy, and Amy loves Sonic. But they're both aware that Sonic doesn't want a relationship for the time being, so they're fine being friends.

Pardon the rant, lol. And jsyk, this isn't necessarily a persuasive speech. If this convinced you to ship Sonamy, cool! If it didn't, I don't care. Again, these are just ships with fictional characters. I have fun with them. I don't get outraged if people don't ship what I do. If you don't like it, move past this post and keep scrolling. See if I care. 😂

[nashdoesstuff]

guess who just finished ofmd‼️‼️

BRRRRR I LOVED THE ENDING I’M SO GLAD I CONTINUED WATCHING

[shootingstarpilot]

update: goddamnit i'm so glad i put off posting for another day because i redid the ending and godDAMN if i'm not pleased as punch with this version!! next chapter will be going up tomorrow evening (well, later today, i guess) because i want to do one more proofread when i'm not slightly delirious from lack of sleep but anyway BOW TO MY WILL, DIALOGUE, YOU WILL DO AS I COMMAND HAHAHAHAAAAAA

[dizzying-waves]

I respect certain smg4 aus that are delving into deeper stuff (liked thhe scarred smg4 one), but unfortunately, they just don't personally click with me.

[quietwingsinthesky]

brain said No Eleven Angst only egg and cuddling

[atomsminecraft]

Ya'll get a week go share this around and lets see what I'll get

It's all court of darkness

[meta-squash]

i have an owen/ianto (well, more like owen/ianto/jack) fic that i want to write but it's definitely going to be a longer fic that i haven't fleshed out yet so i don't think i'll finish it in time for pride month and same with my current massive experimental fic

but i want to write something for pride month. owen/ianto or jack/ianto, but i'm not sure what to write.

(if anyone has anything they want to see, let me know, getting back into torchwood has been so fun and i've been having such a good time writing fics for this fandom again.)

[bonerot19]

why am I fighting for my life to write these short fics? why is this task, which I assigned myself, haunting me so?

[littlewingtakeflight]

I'm Sorry (and other difficult conversations)

New fic! A fix-it of sorts, handling a time in early Robin!Jason era! Bruce Wayne gets to be a good dad, and there are feels!