#hedgehog clothing is nice and simple as well

[ceiling-karasu]

Uncle Gom helping Squirrel Village prepare for the Chuseok

[cyanidehog]

Hello! Could I request some yandere Silver the hedgehog headcanons? If not that’s okay, I totally understand. Have a good day!

BLOG'S 1ST request is for my favorite boy <333 thank you for kickstarting off my writing with this ! no spellchecking we die like (redacted)

⤷ “ i swear to you. as long as i’m by your side, you’ll never be harmed. ” [ ♡ 1.2k words -- SILVER + READER. ]

> first of all: worst hedgehog to have after you. he literally jumps through time. whether you are a civilian or an overpowered entity, you're screwed. not in a physical sense—he values your freedom and your dignity. it's just... you won't be able to avoid his advances. silver knows you better than you do yourself. after years of studying you, he'll have figured what makes you snap, what makes you melt, and the little intricacies that weave your past. then he'll drop himself back to a point in time where your relationship was still amicable and he'll sweep you up with a winner smile, using up every detail he soaked up in conversation about your person as a stepping stone.

> how you met is inconsequential. it could've been simple happenstance aided by your curiosity, or thanks to amy introducing you at an event. whatever the reason, you come to know of silver's plights and circumstances.

> silver latches onto you with a hunger because of your care and interest in his well-being. it's not that people aren't welcoming, or haven't been kind to him and blaze, of course not. there's been warmth aplenty in sonic's timeline. what sets you apart are the extra lengths you go to for his accommodation in a world alien to him and the love you display in different gestures: cooking him a sprawling dinner (a banquet of cultures, really!) or tidying up a place for him to crash at if need be; spending hours explaining history and the current state of affairs to a being completely removed from the context of modern society and common knowledge; finding time in your schedule to go places together and make albums of memories... the list could go on. you really tried your best for your friend - silver who'd never seen a tree or a valley or a flower... how could you not?

> you won't ever have fights with him. it's surreal and fantastical. he always, always has a hand in guiding you to a pleasant time. attentive and sweet and teasing, silver knows how to rile you up into feverish delight and how to soothe any nerves and doubts of yours. it's slightly unfair, actually, because at times you wish you could have the same tact and coolness he displays. whenever you express the want to make him happy he gets touchier and more joyful than usual, so you count that as a little win of yours. it is nice to brighten the day of someone who treats you fondly. and the tiny, furiously wagging tail is an endearing sight.

> your like or dislike for physical touch will define how he starts showing affection to you. if you're fine with it, silver won't hesitate to caress your back or shoulder, will lock arms with you on walks, and say goodbye with a peck to your temple. warm and strong hugs will be commonplace. you'll find yourself encased in embraces far too tender and embarrassing to remain cool-headed. and the average distance between you two will shrink every week. slowly but surely.

> if you are averse to it, he'll do his best to keep his hands to himself… though if you fall asleep in his vicinity, he'll slide a hand or two through your face and play a little with your features. it will be innocent enough to sate his need for your warmth. for a while. he'll get into the habit of playing with your fingers or tugging your clothes for attention. might develop a fondness for spaces full of people, if only to feel you leaning on him thanks to the moving multitudes. he'll also steal trinkets or inconspicuous articles of clothing that belong to you. he won't realize it, but not having your touch will starve him terribly, and he'll try to have his fill in other ways.

> you call him silvie and he's about to bust an aneurysm. his face catches on fire to the point he thinks it might be a heatstroke, and the real possibility of him fainting grows exponentially. he gives you a very personal nickname. some inside joke between the two of you. will whisper it only when you are both alone.

> he's devoted? dedicated? invested? in your friendships and emotional health. scratch that. like rotisserie chicken, his brain rotates worries about your daily life and physical and mental health to the point of burning itself to a crisp. he fears not having control over your joys. he gets literally sick ruminating on whether or not you are getting your due sleep, your due rewards, or your deserved love from those around you. he'll be a smidge too sharp on picking up changes in your mood and mentions of acquaintances and buddies and family. he probably has a journal with graphical maps on your relationships and other miscellanea. has filled up the margins with ideas on how to cheer you up and keep everything in check. whatever that means, or entails.

> HAHA if you get sick? if you get sick you'll sooner perish from silver's overwhelming presence by your side than from your illness. it's here that his obsession bleeds through enough to be alerted by. he gets super fussy over who's coming over and what you're eating. feels like it's his duty to schedule your time indoors and outdoors, and to make several lists of activities and meals and exercises for your speedy recovery. will have restocked your pantry and fridge with your favorite snacks and fruits before you know it (how did you know this is my fave, silvie? to which he replies: oh - isn't this what besties are for?) and areas such as the bathroom or your kitchen will be cleaned thrice as fervently. he's going to be around so often that you'll stumble across his toothbrush or his towel neatly organized along with your stuff. and yes he will give a subtle nudge towards the idea of being roomies, and having sleepovers, and movie nights, and so on. he won't be moving his stuff out even after you recover.

> anyway - silver is a protective, obsessive, manipulative and insidious yandere. your needs will most certainly be met when he's around and he'll try to elevate you into a lil pedestal while trying to improve your lifestyle in ways he thinks are the best. you won't have to worry about threats (eggman's or others') because he'll make sure you live in a peaceful and beautiful world. if he ever has to travel to accomplish this he'll make sure to return with a plethora of gifts and stories to share. but he'll worm and dig and root his way through your barriers and reservations until you rely on him, to some degree or other. he'll be... soft and good for you.

> and... you'll never have to know about all the screw ups in a different timeline. if silver has committed a chain of overlapping atrocities trying to monopolize your affection, how would you ever find out? you'll never know the depravities he has executed on others, nor the kind of abnormality he is a slave to. he'll always be just silver to you.

> so please, please, please. don't look at anybody else with tender love in your eyes. don't break his heart and make him crawl on his knees. don't make him screw the world over for a few crumbs of your time, and everything will be just perfect.

[liciapeonia]

jinx x reader

I hope you like !!! Kiss and chesse

Your house was a mess, your girlfriend spent a week practically living with you, she was on "vacation", Silco let her go after finishing a large number of weapons in such a short time and said she needed a break, now you need a break.

It had been a long time since you two had been together, she had the weapons, the plans, the jobs, and only remained for you the meetings in the dead of night, Silco wasn't your fan he suport you he thought you'd be a passing obsession, you'd become afraid of her and move away but you didn't. in your view, the day you two met was almost perfect.

There was a big ball going on in Piltover, they were raising money for the poor which would then be distributed, but you knew they were going to reallocate that money and spend it on stupid entertainment, so an intervention was needed. It's not that difficult to get into a ball, you just have to act a bit and make a scandal in front of everyone by telling them that you've been traveling for a long time for the security guard not to be finding your name on the list and they'll soon let you through, you were wearing a nice outfit for Piltover people was simple but for you something that was chic, as well a ridiculous feathered hat that was the fashion in piltover, at least all these layers of clothing and large accessories hid your guns.

You spent most of your time near a large table where there were sweet and savory cakes and in the middle a large roast pig with an apple in its mouth, the pilties had a vast table of food but they didn't eat, very few of them took anything, and then you saw a very different being, a girl in a very voluminous dress with a large hat, she behaved in a completely different way, the exact moment she saw the table full, she immediately put everything in her mouth, you gave a slight smile, thinking she was cute, but you had to correct yourself because you weren't supposed to be distracted and when you least expected it, the girl had gone around the table, now practically next to you, to see the pig better.

''Hey, do you know where the knife is to cut the pig or how to get through this sea of food to get to it...I'm thinking of jumping on the table and getting it.''

You laugh thinking it's funny that she doesn't even hide the fact that she's not from there every time someone passes she gives tongue, not really caring, "I don't think we'll be able to eat the pig until the host has made his speech" you say sincerely

"Ohhhhhh how boring," she snorts and turns to the banquet, picking up some sweets.

"I liked the chicken you put on your head," you say, trying to talk to her because spending a few more hours standing around looking at nothing wasn't what you wanted, and anyway if your plan didn't work you were going to make a mess and steal the money.

She has her mouth full and smiles at his comment, "Yes, it's amazing is the latest fashion, I like your necklace hedgehog, so modern.’’

''Oh how sweet, fortunately, this model was easy to find, the store is called Dumpster Bar you know I'm trying to launch fashion with the necklace and hat.’’

She laughs then points to a lady in a dress full of brown hair that practically swallows her up ''her too, it's going to be a bear session.'’

now it's your turn to laugh so you stay there chatting and making fun of the pilties who pass by and look with disdain when you laugh loudly, at the end of the night you get the money and Jinx blows up the place you leave happy and that was the beginning of everything

But back to the beginning, you needed a rest, maybe 5 hours of sleep, and that would be fine. The days with Jinx were spent walking around, exploding, doing whatever you wanted, and at night, well... you didn't have much time to sleep - her hands couldn't get away from you, and she knew exactly where your weaknesses were, so... there was no space for a full night's sleep in Jinx's plans.

''Jinx my darling I need to say I love you, you are the love of my life'' You start talking to her and she looks at you suspiciously ''My sweet I love spending this time with you but...'' she starts to look very nervous even agitated ''darling I need to sleep'' then she stops and lets out a breath she didn't even know she was holding.

''Oh that's it my gosh toots you were already making me nervous'' she says putting one hand on your face and the other on your hip, ''don't worry honey let's do it this way, we'll keep doing everything we like and add a good fuck in the middle so we'll have time to sleep at night'' she says maliciously giving you a quick deep kiss on the lips pulling away a little and ''toots I'm going to get some movies to watch wait for me'' she says leaving quickly.

You were happy that it hadn't been so difficult and realizing that in your daily plans, the fuck will be during the day and possibly somewhere semi-public.

[sonic-love-island-official]

Amy (Bio/Character design ramble)

Oh, Amy, my sweetheart <3 Her bio & design ramble is finally here ! (under the cut x)

Amy Rose is a 22 year-old small business owner from Central City. She comes onto the Island (as an og), with the intention of finding her soulmate.

Amy is a girl who just radiates sunshine. Her bright, bubbly disposition and kind nature makes her a focal point in the villa, whether she's aware of it or not. Amy is extremely intuitive, strong-willed and has a good judgement of character, leading her to make accurate decisions surrounding her connections with the other Islanders. A true force of nature, Amy has a natural aptitude for impacting the lives of everyone she meets, with her gentle consideration or with her fiery wrath. In spite of her age, Amy comes with a handful of mature, sensible values and boundaries. But that doesn't hold back her juvenile dream of a white-picket-fence future, seen through her rose-tinted glasses...

External design choices !! (visual appearance - incl. formation of base sim, references taken, makeup choices, fashion style... etc.)

I'll try my best to describe strictly the similarities between Amy's sim translation and her canon, hedgehog counterpart, as it was my sister who created her sim !

Amy, much like Sonic, has very round facial features and Amy’s sim counterpart takes on those features as well. Her face and eyes retain as much of their soft shape and when Amy puffs her cheeks (image 4), it becomes all the more prominent. Canon Amy has a much smaller, button-shaped nose than the likes of Sonic or Shadow, and I feel like that also translated well into her sim. Can I just appreciate here that her lips are so 💕💕

For her hair, keeping her bob-cut was the direction we took. A lot of people like to depict Amy with longer hair/quills to signify she's grown up (personally, this idea never sits right with me for some reason ?? Maybe it's because I'm a short-haired girlie myself), but for this human AU, and to make Amy look as close to Amy as possible, sticking with the short hair was the way to go. We directly colour picked the RGB code from her modern canon design as well. All in all, this hair really suits her and is perfect for any occasion (it's got to be one of my favourite CC hairs we have too. It's beautiful). Additionally, there's a small hint of blonde in her roots, as my sister headcanons Human! Amy to be a natural blonde.

Another detail that's included in Amy's design is her fitness. Amy's canon and sim translation are both very active and physically strong, but it doesn't quite look like it ? They both have fairly thin arms, yet could haul something ten times their own size. Due to Amy's (sim) skin overlay, she has a set of abs beneath that swimsuit and I think that is so fitting for her character. Her skin tone has pinkish undertones as well, I've noticed, and I like that that plays quite nicely into her overall design.

I've yet to mention Amy's number one talent: she suits everything. Put any item of clothing, in any colour on Amy and she looks impeccable. Therefore, she has no set style ! Of course, she gravitates towards brighter colours and cutesy items, but she's been dressed in countless different things purely because it's impossible to go wrong with her. Amy's one of my personal favourites to make outfits for, just because her model is that versatile.

Amy's makeup began very simple. A red/pink glossy lipstick, highlighter, blush and a small winged eyeliner. That has been kept fairly consistent (I don't imagine Amy wears a ton of makeup on a day to day basis on the outside) with some variations. Other times, if she's making a statement, she'll branch out and go for something more bold, but more often than not, Amy likes to keep her look quite soft and in a colour palette suited to her.

Internal design choices !! (personality, characteristics, psychology)

I've really grown to love and admire Amy's character over time, and there's some aspects of her character that shine the brightest. I want to honour that in this project; she's truly a gem. As for my sister, she's an Amy kinnie, so she doesn't need to analyse Amy's character as much as I do when it comes to writing for her.

Amy, like the others, is a mixture of her characterisations throughout Sonic media. For the most part, she's the Amy of the game continuity: a bundle of positive energy. Persistent, selfless, bright-eyed with optimism, but also sometimes hot-headed, overbearing and a little obsessive. She's so shamelessly herself that stripping anything away from what makes Amy Amy felt criminal. Some of the Islanders may try and tear her down (and some almost succeed), but her indomitable will is immortal. Three cheers to Amy being Amy because she's incredible <3

Amy also prominently exhibits behaviours more akin to her Sonic Boom and Frontiers characterisation when it comes to maturity. Amy is still young, and she makes that evident in her words, actions and ideals, but the way she navigates her relationships with others is so much more adult than even the older Islanders. She can set healthy boundaries, address the tough stuff when needed while also having reasonable expectations, despite her 'hopeless romantic' inclination.

Even so, that side of her runs deep. Amy's prone to flights of fancy. That little girl that dreams of finding true love, getting married and living happily ever after lives on within her. Amy's journey is about finding the balance between idealism and seeing things from a more realistic standpoint (which she very well knows how to do !! It's all in convincing herself that this balance is already present within her).

Fun facts / trivia :

Upon entering the villa, Amy is accompanied by her beloved soft toy, Birdie — a reference to the Flicky she assisted in Sonic Adventure.

Even though Amy isn't anyone of influential status, she surprisingly is well-connected with famous faces within the AU.

Amy used to live in an apartment in Station Square, prior to The Flood.

[whiskeysmulti]

Acorns, Chestnuts, and Pinecones (A KHR Flufftober fic)

Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn Ship: Kyoko Sasagawa/ Haru Miura (9586) Word Count: 1,220 Prompt: Acorns, Chestnuts, and Pinecones Event Host: @flufftober

Acorns, chestnuts and pine cones were in abundance now with the season. Haru and Kyoko were excitedly gathering them up for Nana. "There will be plenty!" The girls called out and wrapped up in their jackets with buckets ready to gather everything they could.

"Kyoko-chan, we can gather some pine nuts too and roast them for the kids as a nice snack!" Haru called.

Kyoko smiled. "Yes and we can use peanut butter and bird seed with the pine cones to make bird feeders they can hang outside!"

A few hours later and their baskets were full, the girls carried them inside with pride. As Kyoko began sorting through what could be used and what couldn't of their collection, Haru got out a few lollipops and began wrapping the tops in white cloth and took a marker to make the eyes of a small ghost, it reminded her of the little rain dolls, teru teru bozu that were often hung to wish for sunny weather. They had a lot of craft ideas for the kids, however there were other items they'd collected that they weren't sure what to do with.

"Haru-chan, what about the acorns?" Kyoko asked, uncertain what to use them for.

"Oh we can roast them after we soak them and just salt them for a snack like peanuts." Haru loved cooking and could honestly figure out a way to cook almost anything if it was edible to begin with. Kyoko had a similar gift so allowing the two girls time in the kitchen would work wonders.

The acorns and pine cones dealt with, that just left the chestnuts then. Chestnuts were a different case, they weren't as edible as the rest. However they could be used for some easy and cute handmade decorations. It was craft time. Hot glue, chestnuts, and time were often the materials necessary for most of these. Which seemed simple enough to do a candle holder or wreathe by simply gluing them together in a circle and that should have been the end of it, right?

A quick search for some tutorials showed the girls one of the cutest ideas they could have come across and started gathering brushes and white paint. They could take the chestnuts and paint animal faces on them like owls and hedgehogs or any design they wanted to.

Supplies gathered, the girls called the kids in for a day of arts and crafts as Nana had made sandwiches for their snack, they would have plenty of energy to deal with the children. Or so they thought. Children were often more energetic than adults to begin with, and teens couldn't often handle them without their own help, hence why Gokudera and Tsuna were so bad with Lambo sometimes. Craft time was a fun activity for the children however a majority of the time crafts with children often resulted in messes and a minor injury if they were using scissors sometimes. Haru and Kyoko decided to cut out the paper pieces for faces and decoration just in case the kids wanted to do some, that way they could spare them the injuries. Now all they would have to do was possibly use the hot glue gun on some of the items for them to spare the little ones from getting burnt on accident.

However, they got another idea, that would require a little more work. They could take a wreathe base and glue the pine cones, chestnuts and acorns to them to make a decoration and glue a little ring or hook to the back so the kids could hang them up anywhere they wanted them to go. Supplies all gathered and crafts planned out, the girls prepared other snacks for the kids as well, making some sandwiches and juice for them as well as fresh fruit cut up for a healthy sweet.

"Lambo-chan, I-pin-chan!" The girls called for the younger kids to join them. It was honestly a perfect evening for them, crafts with the love of your life and the two kids you had grown so attached to through the time spent together. Haru and Kyoko actually had to thank Tsuna for this, they wouldn't have these precious moments if they hadn't met him. The more Haru thought about it, they all owed a lot to Tsuna, he was technically the glue that held them all together just like the little crafts they were making with the children.

The more Haru looked at the craft pieces, the more she realized it was kind of like the Vongola. They were all different pieces that you wouldn't think at first glance could mix together so well, but some creative imagination, patience and glue and it later became a handmade masterpiece.

They were technically a handmade masterpiece as well. Each member coming from a different background. Each member with a unique ability all their own and a different position in the Mafia, Gokudera the right hand, Kyoko and herself the support, Chrome and Mukuro the Mist, they all contributed their own part to the bigger picture and made something really beautiful even when the pieces didn't seem to mix so well at first like Hibari-san and Mukuro-san or Gokudera-kun and Yamamoto-kun. The boys clashed more often than it seemed, but they somehow still worked together effectively.

"Mwahaha! I, the great Lambo-san have completed my masterpiece!" Lambo shouted proudly and showed off a crooked wreathe with more glue than anything to it. Haru smiled and patted his head, he still gave it his best.

"Great job, Lambo-kun. We have to let it dry overnight, then we'll add the ribbon tomorrow so you can hang it." Haru congratulated him, placing the wreathe on a piece of newspaper so it could cool and the glue could dry.

"I-pin-chan, how's yours coming along?" Kyoko asked and smiled as she watched I-pin proudly hold up her wreathe, she had somehow arranged the pine cones in a shape that oddly resembled her Sensei Fon, who she dearly missed. Kyoko patted her head, "I think he'll love it."

Wreathes done and chestnuts roasted, there was only one thing left to do. They could make pine cone bird feeders using the remaining pine cones, peanut butter and some bird seed. Going to gather the seeds and peanut butter to prepare the feeders, Kyoko was in shock when she heard singing coming from the bag. Haru however just smiled as she recognized the song, it was the Namimori anthem. Hibird was in the bag eating the seeds, which meant they weren't alone, they were in the company of more friends than they thought as Hibird's presence meant one thing, Hibari had stopped by to check on the kids. Glancing at the chestnuts the kids had painted Haru smiled seeing a familiar hedgehog design on one of them. She looked over the others to see similar animal faces like Uri, Garyuu, Natsu, Mukurowl, the kids had taken their time and painted the box animals on the chestnuts as a special gift for each of the guys.

"Pine nuts are ready!" Haru called for the kids to come get their snack after she salted them. Love was also in abundance this season and it was evident in every brush stroke the children put into painting and carefully roasted snacks from the girls.

[oddogoblino]

Attempt to write fanfiction, I dont write often so I hope this is good! Also not used to writing/sharing fics I make on tumblurb

Characters: Stickers the Goat (my oc) , Egghog! Shadow & Silver, Egghog!Amy (@themetalvirus 's au characters)

Daisies

It was early morning, the sun carefully rising up to welcome the fresh blue of the morning sky into the world that many were barely waking up in. Though "many" did not include a certain stressed out, dark colored hedgehog and his rather delighted, brightly colored friend. Both awake either due to it being one of their usual routines, and the other because of the event that'd been planned for today. Shadow was much more focused about cleaning himself, their clothes, and this place they'd been using as a home for a while now.

"He's going to be here any minute now!" Both of the early risers had said, Amy with an eagerness in her voice and the latter with an anxious tone, unsure if he was expected to make some sort of snack to offer their guest or not. Why was he so worried about this? Well, the guest in question was actually someone quite bizarre, even strange as some others could say, for one simple fact alone. Their guest was a mobian willing to actually be Shadow and Silver's friend.

Silver, who'd been enjoying sleeping in, woke up due to the ruckus Amy and Shadow's rummaging around made, the sound of Shadow's giant boots especially causing him to stirr. Without needing any demands from his brother though, he went about getting himself ready and primed to go, using his powers to make and levitate some breakfast to himself just in time as a knock had came from the front door. The sound had snapped Shadow out of his cleaning frenzy and took the three hedgehogs' attention over to the barely awake seeming goat that was waiting outside.

"Hey, I forgot to turn on my alarm but no worries, the sun blinded me. Sooo, you two ready to go?" Stickers said casually, gently kicking his foot across the ground as he smiled to the happy Rose that had greeted him. "Hi! Yes, of course they are!! Cmon, cmon, off you all go! Enjoy your walk!! Have fun", Amy excitedly ushered them out as she spoke, the brothers making surprised noises of complaint due to the suddenness of the action.

Before they knew it, they were already outside, the orange and cream colored goat nearly stumbling backwards. By the time their guest caught himself, he was already heading off with an almost unbalanced stride. "Alright then i guess, c'mon! Where we're heading is real nice. I'm sure you two will like it- maybe. Im hoping you will." With that, they'd all began heading out towards one of the forested paths, the sound of their feet traversing the terrain and Sticker's tail wagging in silent excitement being the majority of the only sounds that disrupted the noises the forest made.

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It'd been a couple of minutes now after having heading out, and while they didn't feel tired, they couldn't seem to place down why their rare companion wanted to do this of all things over maybe eating at a cool restaurant. Silver was the first to disrupt the quiet. "So, why did you want to walk out here again? I know we're heading somewhere but we could've gotten you there a lot faster than you, you know, youre pretty slow", the gray hedgehog said in an almost judgemental tone, earning a jab in the side from his darker brother, "ow- hey! I was just asking!"

Stickers's ears flopped up for a second before resting back in their usual position, the fluffy mobian turning to look toward his new friends with a grin. "No big reason really, I just really like seeing how pieces of the world have changed since I've left them. I've been here many times, yet everytime I pass through here the forest always shares something new and wonderful", he hummed a bit, looking around and getting a small skip to his walk, the muffled sound of the contents in his backpack rustling together joining each of his excited movements.

The two squinted their eyes a bit in confusion to the response they'd been given. "Im...sorry- if this comes across as rude but what does that even mean?" Shadow furrowed his brows a bit as he'd spoken, not understanding the weird mystical wizard message the goat gave. Making a small amused face though, Stickers just chuckled as he responded. "Oh, I just like lookin's at stuff. Like those weeds, they're pretty, aren't they?" He'd pointed off to some small wildflowers that were trying to grow out of a mix of grass and tree roots.

It took the two a second to slow down and really stare at the sight, letting Stickers pass them a little, they hadn't even noticed those flowers around before. As they stopped to see the tiny wild flower patch, they began noticing other types of flowers were all around them too, hidden between grass blades and the shadows of trees. All of them were such different colors and sizes. Even the same kinds had something special to it, richer colors or more pastel hues. How long had these all been around them? How many flowers had they torn apart in their father's missions, all without even noticing they were there to begin with?

"Huh...I guess they really are...Yeah, they're nice..", the dark hedgehog said quietly, his awe interrupted by the sound of Silver letting out an excited "ooo" noise. He then noticed his brother's eyes seemed to light up with a feeling he knew he must've had taking over his own face too, wonder. "Yeah! They're real nice. It's hard not to just stop and look at them, buuut- I'll try not to slow you both down to watch. Where we're heading is even nicer anyways", Stickers said, trying to speed up a little and avoid getting too distracted. Despite this, the ex-villains found themselves now walking at the same pace as their traveler companion. With their eyes feelings drawn to finding as many new sights as possible, they couldn't help but be enthralled by the scenery, nature whistling around them softly.

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The rest of their hike was spent with the sheltered mobians asking about some types of plants, Stickers telling them or admitting he doesn't know either, and them enjoying the walk. At some point, it seemed the flowers were getting scarce on their path, only tiny yellow flowers decorating their path. In response, the not-as-fancily dressed wanderer's tail began wagging more as he began trying to run, sometimes jokingly nudging one of the brothers as they all began traveling up the path, encouraging them to join in play until they were all lightheartedly speed walking and shoving each other in unrewarded competition. It was a bit difficult, and they did have moments of panic where one might've shoved their not super-powered friend into the floor or a tree. Regardless though, Stickers would always laugh, scratch away at any dirt at his fur, and rush back to shove whoever had done it and speed off further down their path.

This lasted for a while until suddenly, Stickers had grabbed their hands and practically rolled them off the path a bit, the two nearly going into defense mode on him for this until they quickly noticed the world he'd yanked them into. They'd fallen into a sea of white flowers, the scent of a very subtle version of that classic plant smell hitting them in the rush of falling into them. Stickers rolled himself up into a sitting position and sighed contently, laughing a bit as he saw the confusion on the two's faces.

"What- what are these?" The hedgehogs asked, almost at once as they were in complete shock at the lovely sight they'd landed into, Silver sounding more excited and desperate to know. Happily setting down some cases full of foods and drinks he'd gathered for their trip, the he-goat grinned and gently brushed his hand through some of the flowers around him. "They're daisies! Though on another note, let's eat. We had a long hike and I'm starving!"

As they took in their surroundings, Shadow and Silver pulled themselves up and sat by Stickers, slowly letting themselves relax in the cluster of whites, purples, and yellows as they got their shares of what this strange friend had brought for them to eat. Letting themselves sit still within the daisies, it was hard not to notice why exactly Stickers wanted to bring them here. It was beautiful. The trees, while providing them shade, were spread out to make a clearing that held flowers that soaked in the sun's light, the grass a thriving green, and not too far from it was a nice creek that glistened like it was magical.

Everything worked together to highlight other details, like a painting, perfected from what could've been thousands of years to make this exact image. Silver and Shadow were in awe, just smiling as they enjoyed their meals and took in the melody of the forest around them, every distant animal noise, the rustle of the trees being shaken by the breeze, and every song the wind brushing against the other types of flora brought. It was nice. It was pretty.

Who knew this was all just out of their reach. They began to realize what Amy was trying so hard to protect exactly. They'd never experienced it themselves to fully understand her love before, never thought to find what she saw in things until now. Now they saw that this was what she'd been defending all this time. This is what was worth fighting for, daisies.

[cup1dt3a]

April Fool’s Dawg

Summary: In honor of April fools day your two most chaotic friends decided to play a prank on you. One of them has a sweet surprise for you. Another has a cute little chick awaiting. How will this turn out come and find out on this prank-filled day!

This is one of his most favorite holidays. A day where he can play pranks on any in-suspecting victims of his and get away with it. Because of it being in honor of this holiday. And you’re going to be his most favorite to prank this year. Because he had been coming up with a plan to prank you. But you always busted him right before it got to the punch line.

So what is he going to do? Good question. His scheme will consist of a nice big ol cherry pie. Who doesn’t love it? Well those with bad taste buds but anyways the prank. It had to be done at the ramshackle dorm due to the vitous house warden still being a bit of a prick about this fun holiday. But what his genius prank is where he had to cut a hole into a spare almost broken old wooden table in the old dorm. So what he would do was after cutting the hole place the pie and a note right next to it. This prank would basically just be him grabbing your hand as you reach out to get a pice of the pie. No exaggerations just a simple little scare.

” Sorry for Accidentally losing your Hw I borrowed! I made you a pie for forgiveness. P.S. I still believe one of the flamingos ate it. Ace <3

“ Huh a pie…from Ace how sweet. What’s next the hedgehog eats it.” You rolled your eyes as you muttered reading the messy note.

“ Might as well help ourselves huh Grim?” You asked as he enthusiastically nodded his head stating “ Heck yeah I’m starving!”

As you told him to get some plates out you went to the kitchen to get a knife and silverware to cut the delicious pie. Just as you went back to where the pie was about to cut the pie a hand grabbed out to your arm having you scream. Just as the red head crawled out under the old table with the long cloth draped over him you had kicked his face.

“ OW! What was that for!?” The familiar voice cried out as he got out from under the table.

“ You scared me and I didn’t see you what do you expect me to do?” you grumbled kneeling down to the red head.

“ Well happy April fools you jerk!” He cried rubbing his nose where you had kicked him.

After apologizing you had all ate the pie. And had gotten a new table for your dorm since Ace knew you’d be mad at him for cutting a hole into it. But it was still an old table but in way better condition than the one you had. Ace even had used his one brain cell without Deuce too! So it was a win win. 1 was pie 2 was a new table.

He was against participating in such holidays at first due to the last time he had the prank had gone too far on the poor victim. And so on he had interpreted pranks to be that harsh. Along with the others he had seen like, memory loss prank, someone broke into my house, and the I got killed ones. Always super over the top and resulted in hurt feelings.

But a Ginger named Ace had said “ Dude, those are bad pranks good pranks are supposed to be fun or give the person a little spook not make them burst out in tears man.”

And so on with this new information and understanding he had finally participated. There maybe was a bet between the two along the way but that’s not important. Right now what was important was getting a good laugh out of you. So What better way to prank you would be to convince you into something but…What exactly?

As he strolled around outside campus with permission of course he had soon found a little baby chick outside on the road almost ran over by some idiot not paying attention as the zoomed off.

Deucr was relieved the poor baby wasn’t dead. As he picked up the chick to try and comfort its cried he then had an idea. As he was walking back to campus to examine the little baby some more. Why not try and convince you they had hatched from an egg already and that all the other eggs had chicks inside them.

He had learned about the difference between fertilized and unfertilized eggs from Trey and Riddle explaining it to him for an hour in a half. But anyways as he took them to his dorm room after asking Riddle if he could take care of the baby in case it was harmed in its wing. He had made it a little nest and then set the prank up.

“ Perfect I had found out that all the hard boiled eggs in the cafeteria are actually not boulder eggs!” He exclaimed once you got to his dorm.

“ Uh huh Deuce… Do I need to get Trey and Riddle to explain this to you?” You asked with concern.

“ No I mean they have baby chicks inside them still.” He shook his head.

“ I’m gonna go get them.” You sighed as he stopped you.

“ No just look at henna! I had kept the egg because it seemed to be different and next thing I know she hatched!” He said happily.

“ Really?” You asked shocked.

“ No.” he chuckled.

You now can’t believe you just fell for that even Ace was laughing as you explained what Deuce did.

Hello and hope you all enjoyed!

I hope your day has been going well or that it gets better

Sincerely- Cup1dT3a 💌

[tenebriism]

Lio Fotia's taste in fashion is . . . unique, and this is PARTIALLY built from the cosplay I bought and wore several years ago. It came packaged with a very cute, kinda . . . I guess, gothic steampunkish white shirt with frills ( because you can't wear the leather jacket by itself, so they had to pack a shirt with it for layering, and for the sleeve poofs, even though, canonically, we only see Lio's Shadow the Hedgehog chest poof thing emerging from the coat, and the sleeves, so we don't ACTUALLY know what he fully wears beneath it ).

Best believe I took that and ran with it.

Lio has great fashion taste and puts an admirable amount of effort and energy into his appearance. You won't catch him in a simple t-shirt and shorts / jeans on any given day unless he's not feeling well. Otherwise, it's ruffled shirts paired with a nice pair of black trousers ( coupled with some nice belts or accessories ), or a shoulder-hole blouse with some cargo pantsc, etc... usually black, white, and maybe a pop of color on his earrings, or somewhere else on his body.

He probably starts off wearing extremely simple things, when first he gets settled in Promepolis. He helps work to rebuild the city to pay off the shared living arrangements he has with Meis and Gueira, and to make sure the other ex-Burnish ( or, really, anyone who was affected by the Promare ) are taken care of, so he doesn't necessarily HAVE the funds to spend on such nice clothing right off the bat. Once he starts making a steady living for himself, and gets to a place where he doesn't fear he's becoming more and more indebt to other people, THEN he starts working on his wardrobe.

[loverofallthingssarah]

Y/N! I WILL KILL YOU

Request: @cordeliaswhore Billie fluff

i swear this is fluffy ignore the title

Summary: Billie and Y/n have a tennis lesson

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Here I am, bored as usual while Billie takes ages to get ready for a simple little tennis date. I don’t understand how it takes her three hours to just find one simple outfit. Being the troublemaker I usually am, I decide to have a little fun with her before we leave. Billie hates being put onto social media unless she can approve of every single photo uploaded on either of our accounts, I swipe through some old photos of her on my phone from when she was buying all those stupid tennis skirts she’s trying on at this very moment. I can’t help but think about how hilarious it would be to make Billie into a meme, because she still doesn’t quite understand what they are even about. Everytime I find a funny meme or even a gif she just stares at my phone like it’s growing two screens. Billie and technology just don’t mix, but she’s cute so who cares.

For the next thirty minutes, I spent perfecting this meme of my girlfriend! Right as I’m putting the final touches on, she comes downstairs, “Darling, are you ready to go to our lesson?”

“Billie! I’ve been ready for like 10 hours!” She rolls her eyes at my dramatics and gets her keys heading towards the front door. I follow behind her as she makes her way to her Lexus. As I settle into the car, I can’t help but think about how good this meme is, and I decided to post it on my Instagram story. I giggle. “What are you up to over there, babydoll?” Billie asks suspiciously. “Nothing!” I looked out the window because Billie would definitely know something was up from the look on my face. “Um, Billie baby, where is your phone?”

“I’m not sure. I think I might have left it at home. Why?”

“Oh, um, well, no reason.” Billie lets it go because we are pulling into the country club. I think to myself, why in the hell would I ever agree to a tennis lesson as a date with Billie, this isn’t my scene at all. She’s lucky I love her otherwise, I’d drive back home immediately. We head into the main building for Billie to check us in with her instructor, and I check my phone as I see notifications roll in. Billie is going to absolutely freak out on me.

As the tennis lesson starts, I already feel like I’ve been here forever, and I’m ready to go. “Billie, I’m so over this!” She can’t help but roll her eyes as she usually does at everything I say, even though I know she loves my antics. “Babydoll, if you complain one more time, I will go on your phone and delete every one of those memes of yours!” I gasp in pure horror, “You wouldn’t dare!”

“Try me, Y/n,” I grumble as her instructor continues with the lesson.

“Miss Howard, your serve is still as incredible as when you were competing! You should look into playing regularly again,” The instructor says to Billie as I am sitting on the sidelines pouting because this sucks! I think to myself like it’s my fault I can’t reach over the net, ugh. Why did I let Billie talk me into this? I’m just grateful this lesson is finally coming to an end, so we can go home and do something that is actually fun.

“Billie baby, can we watch Brooklyn 99 when we get home and cuddle on the couch, pwease?” I ask her in my baby voice that always gets me my way. Collecting her things, Billie replies, “I will never understand your love for that Gina lady, but yes, we can, babydoll.”

On the car ride back, I check my phone and see the notifications for my meme of Billie roll in, and I know when she gets her hands on her phone, I’m a goner. As we pull up to the house, I hop out of the car and raced into the house to get the living room ready for Netflix and Chill.

Once everything is set up, the tv, popcorn, comfy clothes, and nice soft, warm blankets, Billie comes strolling in and cuddles up next to me on the couch. “Ready, darling?” I nod and hit play. We’ve watched four episodes before Billie notices her phone on the coffee table. Oh shit, I think to myself. She reaches for her phone and unlocks it. I can totally tell she’s opening her Instagram, and I wince a little. I immediately see her face change as she slowly turns to me.

“You better run, you little shit!” I take off the couch and race towards our bedroom. I can hear her shout, “Y/N, I will kill you!” I giggle as I hide under the covers as I hear steps get closer to our bedroom. I hear the door open, and out of nowhere, she rips the covers off me and tickles me to death!

“B-Billie… P-please… S-stop!” She eventually stops and turns around, and pouts. I wrap my arms around her and kiss you on the cheek. “That’s what you get for making me wait all day for you!” She turns to me and rolls her eyes; as per usual, what else could I expect, “You are lucky that I love you so much, Y/n!”

“I know,” I reply in the most smart-ass tone I can muster.

[seventeendeer]

As an adult with a love for Sonic, and adult money now at my disposal. I am considering buying Sonic Forces. You seemed to quite enjoy it, how does it play?

I haven't played any sonic games other than Shadow the Hedgehog, ages ago. Getting to see my blorbos on screen is so very tempting.

Forces is definitely one of my favorite Sonic games!! I'd highly recommend it to anyone who loves post-2000's Sonic's many characters, cheesy writing, kid-friendly-just-for-fun "edge" and banger music. Here's a short overview for you:

- Gameplay is divided into three types of levels: ones featuring 'modern' Sonic (3D movement, camera usually behind the back), 'classic' Sonic (plays mostly like the sidescrollers from the 90's) and your own character (like modern Sonic, but with third-person shooter elements). For ONCE in Sonic's career, the three game modes are juggled very well, all three of them work as intended, they're all actually fun to play. Controls are tight, I haven't encountered any glitches at all. While I enjoy other Sonic games for their messy coding and awful gameplay, it was actually very nice to play a Sonic game that for once 1) worked and 2) was a genuine joy to play. If you want a Sonic game that works instead of the usual wet cardboard box of glitches and rushed developer tears, Forces is ... almost your only option lol.

- And yeah, a new gimmick in Forces is that you make your own character in a character creator! And your character becomes friends with Sonic and is a major part of the plot! It's super cute and feel-good. The absolute indulgent sincerity with which the game treats this feature is so, so lovable to me.

- The story features the majority of the animal characters introduced across the series' lifespan and almost all of them are written true to their characters! Shadow even has his own mini-campaign (I think it's a DLC, if I recall correctly?)!

- Of course, the writing is very silly and cheesy, and the plot is all over the place, but that's a huge part of the games' charm to me personally. Nothing really makes sense and its tone slippy-slides all over the place. Very similar to Shadow the Hedgehog in that way. I know some people long for actually good writing in Sonic games and if you're in that camp you'll probably be disappointed, but if you're anything like me, trying to imagine what the hell went on in the writers' room to make this fucking thing happen is an integral part of the Sonic Enjoyment Experience

- The soundtrack is heavy on dubstep and many levels feature music with lyrics. This is another aspect I absolutely love, Forces has one of my favorite soundtracks in the series. The main villain's theme stands out as my favorite.

- Forces' main flaw, in my opinion, is that it is a very simple, easy game and quite short. It's got bonus missions, but the most interesting stuff you get out of those is more clothes for your character. When the game first came out, I got so excited and had so much fun I finished it in a day, plus DLC, no problem. It seems to me the developers finally stopped biting off more than they could chew and focused on making a polished, compact game instead of a grandiose mess like so many other Sonic games turned out to be. But of course the triple-A game price tag remains. Whether or not a game you can finish in under 10 hours (not counting bonus missions) is worth that amount of money is up to you. I don't regret it in the slightest, but I'm also a massive Sonic nerd and Forces was exactly the kind of Sonic game I'd been missing for many, many years at the time of its release. Now that I think about it, you could probably find it secondhand somewhere for half the money ... Unfortunately, it's not exactly universally loved, so a lot of other fans will probably sell it to you for cheap, whoops

Overall, for an adult who is familiar with+loves the Sonic cast, and who's presumably here for the fun vibe more than a mindblowing Gaming Experience, Sonic Forces is absolutely at the top of my rec list. I think it is objectively the best modern Sonic game. There are a couple other Sonic games I personally enjoy more, but that's because I'm a masochist and I have an intense morbid fascination with the games that barely function and feel awful to play (Sonic 06 might just be my personal favorite).

If you do decide to get it, I hope you'll enjoy Forces! It's not for everyone, but at least one person in the world thinks it friggin rules (me).

[theflashdriver]

Summer Nights (A Silvaze Fanfic)

This evening’s predicament was a creeping inevitability the Blaze had been powerless to escape. She had been unable to perceive its advancement directly, but the princess had monitored the gradually mounting evidence. More often than not, she’d arrive in one of the palace’s rooms only to find its windows were already open. On her rare ventures into town, she’d found the streets mired by ice-cream vendors and citizens wielding frozen treats. Even the lengthening of days had made her aware of the change occurring.

But, of course, Southern Island’s summer shift in temperature had been most obvious to Blaze through her partner. Silver the hedgehog was many things but subtle wasn’t one of them. The psychic didn’t whine often, only when he was seriously perplexed, but his emotions tended to manifest themselves in other ways. He’d smile so radiantly whenever he was happy, shout so casually in defiance of injustices, hide his tears so poorly and blush whenever she dared to pierce his armour of obliviousness.

For the past week he’d fought the heat, trying his hardest to appear unphased. She’d aided in his consumption of a frankly unhealthy volume of ice-cream, numerous quarts per day, and spent far more time with him in the island’s waters than she could truly spare. Watching him revert from being over excited to wear clothes, donning comfortable hoodies that she’d happily steal and owning a slightly overlarge wardrobe, to a mostly unclothed state had certainly been an experience. These were mere quirks though, surface level changes in his nature that she could easily overlook. He’d gone through similar phases before, when the psychic had first arrived in her world he’d spent night after night sleeping atop a hill and watching the stars.

Tonight however, regardless of the hedgehog’s apparent attempts to dull his reaction, Blaze couldn’t ignore his irregularity. He’d tried his hardest to lie still for a good full hour only to ease gently up and flip his pillow before returning to resume their spooning. During the hour that followed, Blaze had felt him shift away from her in the tiniest and most awkwardly slight of increments until his arms had been reaching for the feline rather than holding her. He’d eventually dared, after much trepidation and in the gentlest manner possible, to completely release her before cautiously shifting into a back to back position. He’d even pealed the covers from himself and carefully bundled them against the princess, leaving himself fully exposed.

Her silk sheets were thin, the balcony door was ajar and there was some space between them, but she supposed those boons were being undercut by the palace’s lack of air conditioning and her own body. Silver was clearly too hot to sleep. It was a phenomenon that Blaze understood, albeit one that she was incapable of personally experiencing.

Across her life, the downsides of her pyrokinetic condition had been far more blatant than the positives. Tonight’s hindsight had hardly made up for that, but it had granted her a greater insight into her partner and the world at large. In one peculiar aspect, she was fortunate; her affinity for flames kept her body naturally hot so the changing of seasons mostly went unfelt. Just as snowflakes would evaporate whenever they sought refuge within her fur, the warm air that surrounded them was cool in comparison to her natural temperature. It took a serious change to phase her, like the enveloping embrace of the sea or the unequivocal presence of lava, but such feelings would quickly fade once she reached some form of sanctity.

A sigh escaped hedgehog behind her, soon followed by the second soft pillow flip of the night. Despite the modicum of amusement she got from this whole ordeal, maintaining her current sleeping façade felt cruel. He had been so delicate in all his shifts, clearly concerned for her sleep more than his overheating. The past month had been busy, she’d been making public appearances and spent hours in meetings daily, and he’d clearly picked up on that. His concern had been palpable in recent evenings and it’d manifested in a handful of ways. Finding that dinner would be ready just as work ended, the overly common offer of a back rub and his willingness to lounge with her in the evenings rather than go stargazing had made it all so very clear.

A yawn broke through her lips and, in its wake, she decided to speak, “You know, if you’re too hot, you don’t have to sleep here, Silver.”

“I-I’m sorry, have I kept you up?” He quickly apologised, panic plain in his tone.

“You’re so naïve,” She hummed, rolling over only to find that his back was still too her, “I can tell that you’re struggling; how could I possibly sleep with that being the case?”

“Sorry,” He glumly repeated, “It’s just too hot. I can’t sleep.”

“I could tell as much,” Blaze reiterated, growing a smirk.

“But I don’t want to leave either, it doesn’t feel right,” The hedgehog quickly continued, “If I can handle all we have up until now, I should be able to sleep through a little bit of heat.”

“You should, but I can’t imagine lying next to me is helping,” Her curiosity had been piqued by his later statement, “Actually, what is the difference between tonight and the future we shared? Surely if you could sleep there then here should be far easier.”

“Well, um,” He finally rolled over and Blaze had to hold back a snicker at the sight of him, “I’m not sure how to describe it,” The hedgehog’s quills half covered his face and the heat was plain on his cheeks, “The city was dry and hot but here it’s wet and hot. There’s a massive difference.”

“Lava ran through the streets. Even I could feel it,” She reached across, improving his vision with a single brush of her hand, “How can this possibly be worse?”

“It’s the sweat to be honest. I’m just not used to sweating like this, I’m not even doing anything. In the future I was always exhausted to and that made sleep come easily, I’ve not come remotely close to battling monsters today,” That was true, any moment of true peace in their prior life had quickly led to sleep, “Sweating helped in the city, but it just doesn’t here. I’m soaking and it’s keeping me wide awake.”

“I know I’m not helping with that,” She watched him frown at her claim and felt herself swallow. Despite how pessimistic she could be about her abilities; the time traveller was always positive. That was why he hadn’t left, it made total sense and so completely suited him. That was what this was about, nothing else. It was such an unabashedly naïve mentality, and foolishly blunt, but so purely him, “Silver…”

“I’m not leaving you. I know there are guest rooms but that’s not the point,” He grumbled, flipping onto his back to stare at the ceiling, “I just have to get used to it, that’s all.”

With that shift, his quills had gotten even messier. Beneath the frustration at his physical situation, it was clear to Blaze the he was mentally toiling too. The hedgehog cared so very openly, so wholeheartedly, that she couldn’t help but grin, despite how silly he was being. She’d fallen in love with him for a variety of reasons, not the least of them being how staunchly he’d advocate for her birth right of flames. Even when she’d tried to smother them, even when she’d rather forget them, he’d always been so positive about them. That same positivity had led to prior situations similar to this, whether she’d accidentally burnt a meal or the hedgehog himself, he’d never speak badly of her power.

Despite knowing the discomfort it might bring, tender as she could be, Blaze scooted across the bedsheets to lie closer to him. Her hand breached the bedsheets and fingertips arrived to pace through his chest fur, finding it more unkempt than usual. Even though the moon was far from shining through the balcony doors, the princess could see her partner almost perfectly in the teal glow of his cyan palms. Everything from his sun kissed muzzle to the length of his nose to the furrow of his brow as he attempted to ignore the embarrassment born both from his foolishness and her new position.

That look prompted her to move even closer. Through the dark, her lips found his cheek and softly pressed against it. Even if she couldn’t sense it through the air, Blaze could feel his warmth on her lips. He was sweaty too but, compared to lip-lock following a spar or a serious battle, the hedgehog was frankly sweet. Still, that confirmation made her all the more interesting in what he was feeling.

“What’s does it feel like?” She pried.

“W-Warm, gentle, soft…” He mumbled, his hand rising to rub his cheek, “Wonderful.”

Her once small grin caved inward, generating a blush and drew out her serious tone, “Not the kiss, temperature. Being hot or cold or somewhere in between, all at the whim of the weather, how does it feel?”

“Oh, um,” His embarrassment grew, even in the dark his redness was palpable. Atop his misunderstanding, Silver had clearly never considered how to explain what he was feeling, “It’s uncomfortable now but it’s nice a lot of the time. Catching a cold wind on a day like today is wonderful, feeling its rustle through my fur is refreshing like a good night’s sleep. On a chilly day I almost feel attracted to warmth, I bundle closer to you because it feels like I’ve escaped the cold and found safety,” He managed to say, “I don’t think I can explain it properly but when it’s too cold you want to be hot and when it’s too hot you want to be cold, you seek out what you don’t have. My fur is white so it helps reflect the sun but doesn’t help with heat like this.”

“I see,” She hummed, muting her prior outburst, “So weather can make things more difficult but causes perhaps otherwise simple things to bring you joy?”

“Yeah, cold things feel good on hot days, hot things feel good on cold days,” He succinctly put, his yellow eyes finally settling on her face, “Being with you on cold nights makes this more than worth it. I’d endure a hundred hot days for a single cold one with you.”

“You don’t have to, you can spend a hot night or two in another room and I’ll still be here in the winter,” She caught herself speaking too quickly again. Just as she’d embarrassed him, he’d managed to slip beyond her stoicism and take a firm grasp on her heartstrings, “You’re so naïve.”

“What’s it like for you? Can you even tell that tea is hot? Are cold drinks the same as warm ones for you?” He followed up.

“Oh, I can tell when a drink is ice cold and a meal is piping hot,” She quickly confirmed before falling prey to greater speculation, “Though, I suppose the difference may not be as pronounced as how you feel it. Perhaps my threshold for what’s acceptable greatly differs,” They were getting off topic, “Regardless, it takes an exceptional change in our surroundings for me to feel what you are now. To experience what you are, I’d have to sleep in an ice bath or by a lava river,” She gave it a thought, natural temperatures weren’t the sort she most often felt, “I feel hot more commonly than cold, but I suppose I don’t in the same way that you do. I can feel the heat that I create, be it literal fire or otherwise, but that’s never uncomfortable in the way you describe. I don’t seek out the cold when I’m alight, my temperature could keep rising and I’d be unphased. It’s not the same as natural heat, it’s just… hot.”

“I’m not sure I understand,” Silver admitted, “I guess we’re describing alien experiences to each other.”

It was true but, after twiddling with his chest fur for a moment longer, she managed to think things out just a little more clearly, “My flames are part of me so, while I feel their heat, it doesn’t affect me. I suppose they also allow me to ignore more mundane forms of heat, up to a certain point.”

“Oh, okay. It’s like your just more insulated because you’re already used to a certain kind of heat?” The hedgehog hummed.

“I suppose so,” She answered, but her mind had begun to drift.

Beyond the hedgehog’s shoulder was her alarm clock, only just lit enough that she could make out its face. It was quarter past one, they’d already breached the next day. She was tired, that much was undeniable, but exhaustion wasn’t enough to dissuade her. The feline hadn’t worked much today, she’d been in and out of meetings but neither had sparred nor trained. Well, it wasn’t as though he could sleep, why not take advantage?

Blaze sat up in bed, allowing the covers to tumble loose. With a yawn, she brushed back her hair with her fingers and cast a glance down her frame. Black spat shorts and a loose white tank top were hardly the ideal garb for this plan but, with the addition of a nearby dressing gown and a set of slippers, she supposed they would suffice. Silver was staring at him, confusion in his glowing eyes.

“Seeing as you refuse to leave my side, and that you’re never going to sleep at this rate, we’re going out,” The feline slipped off of the edge of the bed and into a set of soft black slippers, “Let’s go where the air is cool.”

“What, now? Where?” His surprise fell on deaf ears as she wrapped herself up in a black dressing gown with baggy sleeves and a length that stretched well beyond her knee. It was his of course but he hardly needed it, even in Winter, so she’d found herself donning it more and more often.

The princess paced away from the bed, throwing a glance through the balcony door. It was a dark and cloudy night, hardly the sort for stargazing. Well, hardly the sort the regular people would spend stargazing. There was a place that they could always go, where the air would be cooler and the sky would be clear.

She glanced back only to find that Silver had stumbled out of bed, his quills cursed with pre-emptive bedhead. Not only were his front quills bedraggled but the pack pair had fanned out as a result of him lying on his back, giving the appearance that he had wings. He had managed to shuffle into his own pair of slippers, a fluffy grey set, but wore no garb beside them. The moment that he was within reach, she snatched up his hand and led him onto the outdoor landing.

The air was still, and the night bordered on being silent, as she cast her gaze across the dark garden bellow. Though his presence would light the area, she doubted he’d find much in the way of coolness down there. They had to go higher. Casually, Blaze released his hand but snuck her arm up his shoulder.

The hedgehog looked so confused, she leaned into him, “Let’s go visit the stars.”

He finally understood. Without another moment of hesitation, cyan energy began to coreless around the pyrokinetic. Blaze felt herself lighten before she slipped briefly into the air. He caught her legs, carrying her in an almost bridal style. The energy ebbed from him, flowing to encase his frame. His quills straightened and fluffed up as all that was white became teal. Gingerly, the hedgehog took a floating step to land on the balcony wall.

“Are you sure you want to do this, Blaze?” As he questioned, she moved in, “It is pretty la-

Her lips found his, cutting him off before he began to overthink this, “If it’ll help you cool off and sleep well then of course I do,” The hedgehog was blushing, she could see it through his aura, “Besides, we haven’t seen the stars tonight.”

That was enough to convince him to kick off and into the air. They glided slowly upward, and Blaze felt the wind part her fur. Though his frame was encased in psychic energy, she could see the slight drag of his flight rustling through his quills.

While she had once feared heights, reuniting with her partner had inspired a sort of enjoyment of them. She’d still been tense about them at first but, as had been the case in that other timeline, traveling with him had eased her fear. Once she could barely stand on her balcony, now she could happily sit amongst the clouds. Being with him made it easier of course, but she could still manage more now than she ever could before.

Seeing the sky on nights like this had helped with that growth too. Above them the cosmos stretched out endlessly, encompassing more than either time traveller could surely comprehend. Southern Island didn’t have much in the way of light pollution so the greater universe was usually clear to see but, with the clouds blocking out all evidence of civilisation, the sky was perfect. Even the stretching spiral arms of galaxies were totally visible. It was the kind of sky that most would only see once in a lifetime, yet it was so casually at her fingertips.

It was only in these rare moments that the true colouration of the universe became clear to her. The sky wasn’t just some black canvas with white speckles dotted across it, the universe was endlessly colourful. The emptiness was a deep dark blue but, no point in the sky was truly empty. The blueness was born from the light of a billion stars stretching out in endless directions, coming in all shapes and at all manner of distance. Some had more of a purple sheen to them, others a much purer white. Regardless, the moon’s presence, amongst yet separate from the rest of the cosmos, was that of a waxing crescent, only a night away from entirely vanishing.

“Is it better up here?” She asked, finally breaking her gaze from the sky.

“The wind is nice, the view is too,” He practically purred, “But just being here with you is nicer.”

Blaze rolled her eyes, “I want to know if this is helping Silver, first and foremost.”

“It is, it’s a lot more comfortable,” He more truthfully answered, “I’m not sure how long I can keep flying though. We’re not at risk of falling or anything, it’s just pretty late; I’m just tired.”

“Then let’s use this opportunity to tire you out properly,” She suggested, “The longer we stay up here, the less energy you’ll have to fight off sleep.”

She could tell that all he’d said was true by his body language alone. While the hedgehog’s usual serious gaze had been replaced with a far dopier one, all stiffness had faded from his shoulders and a small grin refused to leave his muzzle. Being up here really was helping.

Gently, but with intent, she pushed against his chest and felt him shift in the air. In a matter of moments he went from floating upright to lying on his back, almost settled atop a bed of clouds. He’d have fit in with them if it weren’t for the glowing energy that surrounded his being.

He looked perplexed as she stared down at him, “I thought you wanted to watch the stars?”

“The brightest star in the sky is right in front of me,” She countered, easing herself to lay more comfortably.

Her legs straddled his waist as she laid chest to chest with him, crossing her arms and setting her chin upon them. He didn’t seem to know where to stare, at her or the stars above, and her flustering comment likely hadn’t aided in that debate. He’d compared her to a star so often but, truth be told, he was far more like one than her. The hedgehog would take to the air so casually, it was almost as though he belonged up here with the night sky. While she had shunned her flames for so long, he’d glittered and shone for as long as she’d known him.

“You’re very light,” He mumbled, finally settling to look at her.

“Silver, you can lift buildings with the wave of your hand. Your understanding of light and heavy isn’t normal,” She casually parried.

“But I don’t have to use my powers to lift you,” He sleepily babbled, yawning partway through, “I remember when you were taller than me, that didn’t stop me either…”

Blaze cast her mind back, considering the time he was talking about. From when they’d first met until their early teenage years, the difference between their heights had been negligible. She assumed there here had been periods where she’d overtaken him, but he surely wasn’t thinking about one of those. He was thinking about the last time she’d been taller than him. When they were twelve, bordering on thirteen, she’d endured a growth spurt and ended up a good few inches taller than him. She’d rather taken pride in the change, using it as leverage to insist on doing a great share of their work, but it hadn’t lasted for long. By the time they’d turned fourteen he had taken the lead again, a position he’d hold for the rest of their lives, regardless of the heels she wore. That didn’t mean she’d given back control, of course.

“For less than a year, yes, I was,” She smiled, “We were neck and neck for a while. I rather liked being taller than you.”

“Sorry,” He grinned back, “I should have tried to stay short.”

“Some things just can’t be forgiven,” She yawned, feeling the weight of the hour on her shoulders, “You’ll have to find some other way to make it up to me.”

“Like what?” He asked, clearly not entirely oblivious.

Gently yet casually, she slipped forward and allowed her lips to mingle with his again. Fingers began to ply through windswept fur, she felt her tail coil around his back and heard a deep purr begin to ebb from his throat. She gingerly took his muzzle in her hand before not so softly pushing his cheek to deepen their lip-lock. The hedgehog wasn’t a bad kisser but, truth be told, he still seemed to lose himself in the occurrences’ bliss. More often than not, she found herself taking the lead in these situations and this was no different. When they finally parted, beaming like a fool the hedgehog’s eyes didn’t reopen.

“You’ll think of something,” She told him, keeping a hand on his cheek.

It was only with those words that Blaze noticed a change in their surroundings. All of a sudden his body was melding with the clouds, they had begun a slow and very controlled descent. When she was small, she’d have panicked at this; she’d have insisted on knowing what he was doing rather than knowing it inherently. At their age, having known him for this long, she could read him like a book. Now that he’d cooled down, the psychic had realised just how tired he was.

They vanished into the clouds and, now unable to see him, she could feel it. While his tail had been lightly wagging before, it’d now slowed almost to a standstill. His cheeks were plush in her hand, not resisting her touch on even a subconscious level, and his movements were heavy. The thump of his heart, barely audible over the buzzing of his aura, was peacefully rhythmic, he was entirely calm, so very comfortable with her atop him. Perhaps her heat truly wasn’t the problem.

As they exited through the cloud layer, Blaze was able to look upon his muzzle once again. His eyes had remained closed and relaxation had overtaken the smile on his face. The castle drifted back into view behind them and, without so much of a glance from the hedgehog, they lowered to perfectly levitate through the balcony doors. In a matter of moments, he glid down to arrive on their thoroughly messy bed.

Did he fall asleep the moment his head met with his pillow? Her rational side doubted it but, watching his frame ease into the mattress made her want to believe so. It’d surely be a fitful sleep, he’d probably wake up early or drift in and out of consciousness. Still, as long as she’d helped him get the slightest grace of sleep, she was happy with her efforts.

With a yawn and a stretch, she took a more comfortable position curled up against his frame before soon joining him in the land of the dreaming.

[crusherthedoctor]

Sonic Heroes: Sweet or Shite? - Part 2: CREAM

There are some heroes I like. And there are some heroes I don’t like. But why do I feel about them the way I do? That’s where this comes in.

This is a series in which I go into slightly more detail about my thoughts on the heroes in the Sonic the Hedgehog franchise, and why I think they either work well, or fall flat (or somewhere in-between). I’ll be giving my stance on their designs, their personalities, and what they had to show for themselves over the course of time. Two things to keep in mind:

1. These reviews will be focusing mainly on game portrayals. Though alternate media will occasionally be mentioned, it’ll be for the sake of adding onto a point if a portrayal is similar enough, or to compare and contrast if a portrayal is different enough.

2. These are just my own personal thoughts. Whether you agree or disagree, feel free to share your own thoughts and opinions! I don’t bite. :>

Anyhow, for today’s installment, it's a vast departure from the mayhem of Silver’s world. A much more down-to-earth character, it's the Chao-approved little girl who only the most Eggman of Eggmen could possibly hold in contempt... Cream the Rabbit.

The Gist: One day, Sonic was off on another advance adventure. Eggman was starting shit again, so Sonic was obligated to cause shit for him. This time though, upon confronting the doctor early on, he noticed there was an unfamiliar hostage on the doctor’s metal-fisted person, in the form of an adorable bunny girl.

This was how she was evicted from Team Sonic Racing.

Sonic may not have recognised her, but that's okay, because he's Sonic, and no Sonic that isn't the Fleetway one discriminates. With his good heart - and more importantly, his skill in breaking apart Eggman's machines like they’re made of tissue paper - he saved the day, and the bunny was eternally grateful. But all was not sorted out, as it seemed that Vanilla, her adoring mother, was still under threat...

No matter. With the help of her little Chao partner named Cheese, she would handle the problem herself.

“How the fuck did this happen?” - Eggman, Sonic Advance 2 (2003)

And... that's about it? I told you this was a far cry from Silver, didn't I? Compared to Sonic's other friends, Cream just kind of showed up without much fanfare. No elaborate backstory, no dramatic plot twists, just a girl wanting to help out.

Well, if it makes this part of the job easier...

The Design: Just like her story (or lack thereof), there isn’t too much to say here. Her design is fairly simple, but it gets the job done.

“We’re going to have so much fun when we turn our enemies into dust and make them feel inadequate, won’t we Cheese? ^__^”

The best Sonic character designs are perfect at blending the right colours together, and Cream is no exception to that rule. The mix of cream (of course) and brown makes for a suitably warm and cozy package, and the further addition of orange and yellow provide a nice contrast to the reds and whites of her older sister figure, Amy. And speaking of Amy, although it might not be completely intentional, I like that Cream’s style of clothing isn’t too far off from that of the pink hedgehog, given their close dynamic.

I know some may take issue with the fact that her ears are technically backwards, but I personally don’t care. It’s cute, it’s fiction, don’t worry about it.

The Personality: Simply put, Cream is a kind, polite, innocent soul who would feel immensely guilty in the event of accidentally hurting a fly.

“I was not programmed to d’aww...”

This is in large part because she’s a devoted pacifist by nature, meaning she would only be willing to annihilate the absolute shit out of you if she had no other choice in the matter. Not that you should push her if it came to that, since I’m not exaggerating when I say that she’d wreck your shit. No mortal should have the awe-inducing power that Cream wields. (Seriously, is there any game she’s playable in where she’s NOT broken?)

Did I mention she’s cute as a button? Cause I’m gonna mention it again.

Come on, how could you hate this bunny? Is there no place for cuteness in this franchise starring plush-sized cartoon animals and giant red springs?

The Execution: If you haven’t noticed by how shorter this is than the average Sweet or Shite review, Cream is an extremely straightforward character to describe and discuss. But is that a bad thing? No, not necessarily. It doesn’t hurt for a character to have more to them of course, but compared to being as ridiculous and as complicated as, again, the whole mess involving Silver, it’s easy to appreciate when things are kept nice and simple.

If you also haven’t noticed, I would protect this girl with my life.

“Thank you for bowing down to your superior, mister!” “Chao!”

Okay, so maybe her voice can get a little ear-piercing at times, even though I’d argue that hasn’t been the case with her most recent voice actress. Maybe her dedication to her pacifism rubs some the wrong way, since it can cause some unnecessary complications from time to time, most notably during Sonic Battle, when her (initial) refusal to fight in an intense situation led to Emerl getting beat up by Original Gammas, Do Not Steal. Or maybe she’s simply not ~radical~ enough, if you’re that sort of fan.

But me? I like her. I think she has a place, and I think she deserves to keep that place. As such, I also think it’s a tragedy that it appears as though she’s been getting phased out from a lot of Sonic products, possibly due to all these accusations directed at her. IDW has been the biggest exception to this trend thus far... but we all know what happened there, don’t we?

MFW I’m told to sign up on Bumbleking to understand a comic’s piss-poor writing.

Still, even if this unofficial phasing out continues, I’ll continue to defend Cream with the same passion I’d reserve for plenty of Sonic’s other chums. For one thing, she’s not wearing a ganja leaf.

Regardless of the game, Cream’s interactions with the rest of the cast are genuinely sweet, whether it’s Amy, Sonic, a weapon of destruction like Emerl, or a complete stranger like Blaze. She even managed to be nice and understanding to Chris Thorndyke, which is an amazing achievement considering it’s Chris Thorndyke. (Of course, even she lost her temper with Chris Thorndyke at one point, because it’s Chris Thorndyke.) Cream is not the only character who adds heart to the Sonic universe - other examples include Amy, Tails, even Sonic himself at times - but she has her place in doing so all the same... unlike Chris Thorndyke.

I’m always going on about how it’s important to acknowledge Sonic’s world for all it has to offer, rather than take one aspect of it and take it up to eleven at the expense of everything else. That belief of mine also applies here, because as much as it may be a balls to the wall playground filled with cartoon edge and badass attitude, the main star is still a blue hedgehog who rolls into a fuzzy ball, the Ultimate Lifeform with a tragic past is still a black hedgehog who wears hover skates, and the main villain, horrible and brutal as he is, is still shaped like an egg. Appealing charm is inherent to this franchise, no less so than bodaciousness. So Cream isn’t any less appropriate than someone like Shadow.

Although how she hasn’t yet been traumatized by all that she’s been through will be a riddle for the ages. Abductions, abductions of her mother, dead robot friends...

“Shit happens, kid.”

Crusher Gives Cream a: Thumbs Up!

Well, that was a refreshingly easy one. Now if you’ll excuse me, I better get out of here before Trudy takes issue with me for swearing so much in a Cream-related context... oh god, here she comes-!

[ninjakasuga]

Sonally Celebration Week! Year Three, Day Six: Rescue

Sonally Celebration Week, Year Three, Day Six: Rescue

Day six, and admittedly the toughest piece to write since well, action scenes require more finesse than a domestic/slice of life story. The journey continues, and since my main focus mostly centers on Sonic and Sally’s post Robotnik/Eggman war peace time lives, I like to flex different events when the prompts give way to good inspiration. When one has to do with rescuing, well, let’s just say, if you’re dumb enough to harm someone’s children, woe comes to you in waves.

Day Six: Rescue.

It was supposed to have been a nice, pleasant day. Go to Spagonia with your big bro and his wife, enjoy flying in a fancy transport ship. While Sonic and Sally do the diplomatic thing, Sonia and Manic would watch J.C. and Kathy as they got to enjoy the city. See the sights, enjoy some ice cream and crepes from the city vendors, and just have a good old time! However, it wasn’t to last, the day was ruined when the sound of their ‘secret tail’ security guards crying out after being, well truthfully Sonia didn’t get to hear what exactly happened to their bodyguards (she hoped they were alive). All she heard was some muffled noise; some people screaming, and suddenly a van rolled up, and people in masks and jumpsuits grabbed and knocked them all out.

After coming too, she woke up to a bag over her head, only to have it torn off, and bright lights flashing in her face. A camera was aimed at them as some jerkoff using a voice-modulating helmet to obscure his identity was making some long list of demands and basically laid out they were collateral if those demands were not met. She tried to make everything out, but she was still groggy from waking up from whatever they used to knock her out. Manic was no better when she asked him if he gleaned anything she missed, sadly he was as groggy as she had been. She knew better than to ask the kids, clearly the six-year-olds were ‘terrified’ and wanted nothing more than to go home and jump into their parents arms.

Hell, the sixteen year old herself wanted to hug her parents just as badly. After that song and dance with the camera, all four were dragged to this cell of sorts, and left there with a guard detail. Whatever they wanted, they seemed to be serious, or at least wanted to come off that way. Her keen eye noticed some of their guards seemed unsettled. Like they were not keen they had kidnapped children. Maybe she, or Manic could use that? A little of the ol’ duo-charm to-.

“Auntie Sonia?” The small, childish voice snapped the older hedgehog out of her thoughts. Instantly her head snapped to the small child resting in her lap.

Forcing a calm smile, Sonia gently petted Kathleen’s soft auburn hair, which had blue tips at the end. Many thought it was dyed, but it was merely something that seemed to happen to both children, who inherited their Mother’s auburn tresses. Yet at the tips, bits of blue would form over time. No doubt the stubbornness of her big brother’s genes at work. Just hand to mingle with Sally’s.

“What’s up kiddo?” She asked her niece as she continued to stroke her head, and did her best to seem calm and collected. She and Manic were the adults here, they needed to be strong for these precious babies.

Green eyes look up, then over to the cell door, then back to Sonia’s own. “I wanna go home.” A simple request, but what child wouldn’t want to go home with this kind of situation abound? “Why do these guys wanna be mean to Mommy and Daddy?”

Another voice spoke up, the disdain high and snark on full. “Cuz they’re- and I quote.” Manic Hedgehog interjected, keeping his voice calm, and then upping the volume as he aimed his words at their guard. “A BUNCHA COWARDS WHO RESORT TO KIDNAPPING KIDS!!” He shouted with full malice at their captors, which made both children recoil, and his sister wince.

“Manic!” Hissed Sonia as she reached out and yanked at his ear. “Stop it! You’re just making it harder for J.C. and Kathy!” She growled at her brother, her eyes going to the door to their cell and sure enough their masked guard had turned to regard them. Thankfully he just turned away and went back to guarding.

“Well these bozos need to know what kind of d*ckless, wussies they are!” Retorted Manic, the green-dyed-furred hedgehog with a growl in his voice. Usually Manic was chill, and easy-going with a touch of mischief. He was running red right now, his niece, nephew and sister being put in danger can do that to someone. “Plus they’re f*cking idiots!”

“Manic, language!” Sonia chastised further as she covered his mouth with a hand. “Not that I disagree with you, but is antagonizing our captors the wisest idea?!”

Removing her hand from his mouth, Manic let out a dismissive snort. Yet his gaze softened some as he saw the kids were looking antsy again. “Maybe not, but seriously what kind of idiots kidnaps the Prince and Princess of a Kingdom? I mean, you want a war? Plus think of their parents, heroes of the war against the Big Robo and Big Eggy! I mean that’s a recipe for doom more than my Taco Tuesday Blowout Cookout.” The food wasn’t the issue, so much as the aftermath, but worth it in Manic’s eyes.

A small rumbling was heard and J.C. blushed as eyes rested on him. “...I’m hungry, and Uncle Manic makes great tacos.” He managed a smile, despite clearly still being scared.”

“Heheh, once we get out I’ll make us all some.” Manic promised as he lovingly scratched the back of his nephew’s ears. He did the same for Kathleen, not wanting her to feel left out. “Also, sorry about the yelling and language, I’m just pis-er-pointedly angry at the bad guys.”

“We’re ‘not’ the bad guys.” Their guard finally spoke, snorting loudly. The way he seemed to clutch his weapon and his covered tail (they seemed intent to make it hard to guess their species) twitch and move, hinted at his anger at such an accusation.

Despite having just chastised Manic for antagonizing their captors; Sonia found herself unable to not engage them. “Not from where we’re standing. Uncouth as my brother put it, he called it right. Nobody who kidnaps children are the good guys.”

“We’re not going to harm you, we’re just sending a message.” His steadfast tone, carried a firmness of whatever convictions he carried about their unknown ‘cause’.

“What sort of message? We’re kidnapping your kids, so we invite you to come kick our butts? Seriously, what else do you expect?” Sonia inquired, keeping her tone polite, hoping perhaps this guard might spill some kernel of information they could use. Then a thought occurred to her. “What happened to the bodyguards watching us? I heard them cry out, did you capture them too or did you kill them?”

“We shot them, but we didn’t shoot to kill.” The guard callously responded. “They should live.”

“Do you know that for a fact? Even a crippling gunshot can lead to death if they bleed out before they get help or the injury causes the right amount of trauma. I heard multiple muffled sounds… If they got shot multiple times that increases the chances they didn’t make it.” The magenta-dyed hedgehog stated with cold, medical fact. “They also had families, so nice job dipwad, you possibly widowed and orphaned two families.” It was petty, but seeing his body language shift and just slightly shake before firming back up gave Sonia a sense of satisfaction. “You could have used stun-blasters.”

The guard hissed back his reply, but she could tell he was trying to justify his words to himself. “You can’t silence stun-blasters.”

Rolling his eyes, Manic decided to chime in. “So you bozos prioritized not making noise, over making your little power grab as bloodless as possible.”

“If they die, our leaders will make it right, all of this has a purpose! It’s to make things better-!”

It wasn’t Sonia or Manic that cut the man off, but J.C.’s small but clearly angry voice. “So making Mr. Hunigan and Mrs. Fletcher dead is alright when you say so?” The boy’s fists clenched tightly. “They were nice people, and we know their kids, they’re our friends… you took their Dad n’ Mom from them you-you, j-jerk!”

“Gee, even the six year old can see it clear as day.” Sonia icily sneered at their captor, scooting closer she slid both her arms around her family and kept them close.

“Mommy, sh-she and Daddy are gonna find us.” Kathleen managed to speak up, wiping her eyes, like her brother managed the most fearsome glare she could. “They’ll find us and kick your butts! They’re heroes, they always save the day!”

Turning, the guard’s helmet, visor and cloth covering their mouth obscured whatever Mobian species they were. “Your parents are part of the problem! If not for the Acorn Kingdom’s meddling along with the other outsider nations, we wouldn’t need to do this!”

“Only meanies justify their actions by blaming others!” Humphed the young princess as she turned her head away, as if to utterly disregard her captor. Oh Sonia and Manic’s heart swelled.

“I gotta agree with Kathy here, sounds like blame-gaming here-.” Manic mused, only to be cut off by their clearly irate captor.

“If they hadn’t meddled with the trade tariffs making exporting goods harder, not to mention their invasive meddling with our affiliate cities-!”

A lightbulb went off in Sonia’s head. “Wait, wait, time out!” She put her hands together in the referee gesture to hopefully get a word in. “You guys are blaming them for the trade issues and the Acorn Kingdom’s presence in your sister cities? Um, dude, hoo boy, you are probably being played by whoever your leaders are.”

“Bite your tongue-!” “Okay you know what, screw that, and kids I’m sorry but-.” After giving her niece and nephew an apologetic look, she quickly sent her captor a fiery glare. “First off, F*CK you! Second, the Kingdom sent delegations to those cities BY REQUEST! The mayors asked for aid in looking into some oddities with exports from Spagonia going in and out because they realized something was hinky with the weird laws and micro-managing coming out of Spagonia’s Trade & Commerce Ministry. Any of your Minister’s calling the investigations meddling or preludes to occupation are trying to play the dodge game moron! Second of all, the tariff problem? I shouldn’t say this, but I love talking shop with my sis-in-law, and boy a lot of the issues stem from how they were set up, like someone ‘wanted’ the tariffs to cause issues and sow discord. It’s a big political set-up but my big-brained Sis likes big-brained chess and she’s onto some corruption from within Spagonia’s Trade & Commerce Ministry.”

She watched as the guard looked uneasy, and his compatriot to the far way seemed to be listening in as well and had lowered his weapon some. “That, that can’t be possible.”

Footsteps could be heard as another similarly dressed guard walked into view of the first one. “Ignore them comrade, they’re trying to unnerve you.” “What if it’s true our leaders are lying to us? Given who some of them are-.” “Shut your mouth before you give anything away!” The other, more burly guard hissed as he raised a gloved hand, poised to smack his comrade if he didn’t do as he said. With his associate cowed, he turned to the cell and pointed his weapon. “Shut your mouths or I might just have to shut it for you.”

Manic moved in front of his sister, nephew and niece, arms out. “Touch them buddy, and you and I are gonna tussle!”

“Uncle Manny don’t!” “D-don’t get hurt!” “Manny…” Sonia held the children close, but tried to soothe her brother. “Don’t, they’re clearly too deluded to listen.”

“You will see it is you who is delusional!” The burly captor spoke, with a zeal of a true-believer. “Once it’s clear your Queen and your treacherous nation are outed as the villains they are, things will become bet-.”

Suddenly the entire room rumbled, and the sound of muffled shouts, and fighting could be heard in the other room. All their captors turned toward the metal door just out of view of Sonia, Manic and the children. Suddenly the door flies off its hinges, slamming into the far guard who cried out in pain and terror as they are taken out. A familiar ‘rev up’ sound is heard and then a blue blur slams into the burly captor sending him flying. As the sounds of fists fly, another far off captor raises their weapon, only for the sound of jets to get clouder and a familiar southern drawl is heard shouting. “TAKE A NAP YA’ CREEP!” A blaster bolt is heard firing off screen. Soon a blue energy blast hits the captor, causing them to drop their weapon as the stun-bolt freezes their whole body. As another guard attempts to fight, the flying Rabbot zooms him and body-tackles the would-be-attacker, a loud, thick ‘crunch’ of metal hitting flesh is heard. Clearly a one-hit-KO.

The original guard readies their weapon, trying to pick a target, clearly panicking. “Ho-hold or I’ll shoot!”

*KER-SLICE!!*

Their weapon is cleaved in two, falling from their hands, and in the next half-second, the tip of the weapon responsible is held at their throat. This man finds himself looking into the very, angry blue eyes of the Queen of the Acorn Kingdom herself, Sally Acorn. Wielding an ornate sword with the crest of her family on the hilt, and ornate lines etched into the blade. For a second the guard swore the weapon’s blade glowed for a moment, but whatever the case, it was clear the Sword of Acorns (reforged and imbued with Sally’s residue Super energy) was capable of cutting quite nicely.

Her voice was ever commanding, calm and serene, yet deadly and potent. She was clearly angry, but using said anger as a laser-focused weapon instead of being consumed by it. For now.

“You will let my babies and my younger siblings out of that cell. Now, no questions. If you so much as dare do anything but I ask, you will regret it. Do not force me to spill blood before my children, because you WILL live to regret it.” She vowed.

“N’ she ain’t the only one you need ta’ worry about.” Uttered Bunnie Rabbot, as she got up from pummeling her foe into unconsciousness. She flexed both of her cybernetic arms which transformed into blaster mode on the right, and nasty energy axe on the left. “You further threaten my God-Children or Manny and Sonia’s well-being. I might just forget I’m a Southern Lady.” While plain and frank, there was a menace in her eyes mirroring Sally’s, and the hum of her weapons furthered showed she was not playing games.

A small ‘boom’ and a flash of blue from across the room, and the guard found Sonic the Hedgehog on the other side of him, arms crossed, and foot tapping rapidly. “Door, open, my kids and siblings safely in arms, now!’ He didn’t bother making threats, he didn’t need to.

The guard simply let out a pathetic sound, wet himself and passed out onto the floor.

Without a word, Sonic dug at their belt, found the key and quickly as he could unlocked the cell door, and threw it open. All anger, and intimidation left his face (as well as Sally and Bunnie who put away their weapons) as the look of a worried parent and brother overcame all else. “Are you four okay?! Did they hurt you any-?!” “DADDY, MOMMY!!” Instantly Kathleen, and J.C. dashed into the arms of their Father, with their Mother soon joining in the hug, checking them over.

“Oh my babies!” Sally clutched her family tightly, kissing the children all over their faces and tops of their heads, as she checked them for injuries. “It’s okay now, Daddy and Mommy are here, oh God I’m so sorry this happened, that we weren’t there to stop you from being taken.” She babbled, as the kept-in-check emotions burst from the dam she erected to focus on the rescue.

“We’re sorry, we’re sorry…” Sonic murmured, his heart still racing even with all his joy held firmly in his arms. Lifting his gaze, tear-stained he looked to his siblings worriedly. “How’re you two holding up? They didn’t hurt any of you did they?”

“Nah, they just… dragged us around at most.” Manic shrugged, but was clearly relieved this whole thing was over. As he stood he found his legs shaking, and leaned against his equally leg-shakey sister. “All that said, glad you guys found us so soon.” Moving closer, Bunnie shifted her arms, what was metal now, began to flash with energy and seemingly disassemble back to flesh and blood. The wonders of bio-nanite tech. Once her arms were organic again she pulled the two hedgehog siblings into a hug. “Sorry we didn’t get here sooner sugah, but we had to basically strong-arm some of the Spagonia government to give us the okay to act. Though once Sally n’ Sonic scared these bozos' supposed leaders into talkin’ they squealed like- well sumthin I can’t say within earshot of kiddos.”

Sonia let herself chuckle, relief and a sense of security flooding her being as she leaned into the hug. “So, lemme guess, the Trade Minister and his flunkies were the culprits?”

“Yeah, I mean we were gonna confront em’ with the evidence Nicole uncovered, but you all bein’ taken kinda forced our hands.” Bunnie further explained as she scratched the back of their ears soothingly. “U-Uncle Manny and Auntie Sonia, looked after us, we’re okay…” J.C. managed to speak once his throat wasn’t sore from crying (this time from happiness).

“Hmm-hmm, they’re the best as always!” Kathleen agreed, sniffling and wiping her eyes as she remained cocooned by her parents and brother.

Smiling, Sonic reached over and managed to give each of his younger siblings an affectionate arm-punch. “Somehow I knew they’d have it under control.” Well more hoped, but he didn’t want to devalue his sibling’s efforts. No if anything he wanted them to ride the pride of keeping themselves and the kids safe.

“Lucky for us, as Sonia called it, these guys were morons. Dangerous ones, but morons.” The green-furred hedgehog blew out a breath, and then he recalled something. “Um, ah, how’re Agent Fletcher and Hunigan?”

“Alive.” Sally replied, still nuzzling her children, still unwilling to let them go. Her own heartbeat was finally starting to calm down and the adrenaline high was crashing. “They were hurt badly, but both are tenacious and they got help just in time. They might have to retire from active duty early but we’ll be sure they’ll be looked after, their families too.”

“Oh thank goodness!” The two teens, and the younger children exclaimed, as joy at the news eased their hearts from the dread they felt prior.

Footsteps could be heard approaching, but the boot clomps’ were familiar. So no one tensed or got ready for another fight. Especially once Captain of the Royal Guard, Antoine D’Coolette emerged, wiping his sword blade clean with a cloth before sheathing it into its scabbard. “My Queen, ze fools have been disarmed, and rounded up. As you requested, we managed to take them all alive, if injured.” After a beat, he contemplated making a joke about some being ‘literally’ disarmed, but with the children there, he decided against it. “How are ze young ones?” He asked, decorum giving way to concerned God-Father, and as a fellow parent.

“Thankfully unhurt Sugah-Twan.” His wife replied, flashing a smile his way. “Where’s Tangle n’ Whisper?”

“Helping out Tails to ensure we didn’t miss anyone and secure the location.” Informed Antoine as he walked over, making sure all were fine, if to soothe his own fretful nature. They also will wish to zee’ that our rescuee’s are le’fine.”

Sniffing away the last of her tears, Kathleen looked up at her Mother. “Uncle Tails came too? I thought he was testing his new plane in the South Seas?”

“Once he heard the news, he jetted over as fast as he could and offered to help.” replied Sonic with a wide smirk of pride and relief for his ‘not-so-little’ bro. “Family sticks together, and well you guys are as much family as his own. Which by the way, I’m sure Tails will wanna set up a face-chat so Mina can see you’re all fine.”

“She is very fond of her biggest fans.” Chuckled Sally, who internally still found it ‘very’ weird, that Tails and Mina Mongoose hooked up. Their age gap wasn’t too bad, and clearly whatever happened to bring about their dating didn’t occur until Tais was eighteen/nineteen-ish. Then again he clearly had a thing for older women, at least his choices after Fiona Fox were an improved taste. As long as Mina was good to Tails, that was all she cared about, and they did seem like a good couple. Still weird but that was on her.

“Can we leave now?” J.C. asked softly looking up at both his parents hopefully.

“You got it son, we’ll juice n’ jam out of here and get you guys some food and tucked in for the night.”

“Can we have a sleepover in the hotel suite? Like all of us with blankets on the floor and pillows nests?” Asked Kathleen with big, hopefully eyes. A look her brother mirrored and nodded to her suggestion.

“Yeah, can we have a sleepover?!” Manic echoed, doing his best impersonation of the look.

“I don’t see why not, if everyone else is on board.” “Wouldn’t be hard for us all to fit in, big ol’ space, and like you could ask us to stay away after today.” Bunnie voiced her opinion with a warm smile at the children. Giving them assurance she was on board.

“Like the saying goes, the more the merrier.” Antoine stated to voice his blessing. “Plus I’m sure Bunnie and my own angels would love the idea as they too were worried about you four. As was your Nanny Miss Cream.” The coyote gently ruffled the hair of the two youngsters, his mind drifting to his children two years their senior. Yes, if they had been through this, he’d gladly acquiesce any whimsy they wanted within reason, and a sleepover to help soothe their nerves? A piece of cake.

Kathleen’s face fell as childish concern flooded her mind. “Oh no, that’s right, we were supposed to meet Jacque, Belle and Miss Cream after lunch…” “Hey they know we didn’t stand 'em’ up by choice.” Manic interjected as he flashed a smile and reached over to ruffle his niece’s cheek tufts.

“Let’s blow this pop stand, I want a hot bath, lots of bubbles and all the cheese cake…” Sonia muttered, feeling her own adrenaline rush and the weight of the whole ordeal finally sapping her energy.

“I hear that, let’s go home everyone.

[the-crows-typist]

Hello Lemilia-san, ficlet with Trey x f!reader and the word “cuddle”? Pretty please with cherry on top? 🥺

The Possibilities are Endless

EDIT: Thank you to my wonderful friend @starry-eyes-inc for helping me with grammar mistakes and spelling. Your help means a lot.

EDIT 2: CW warnings for betrayal, death and blood towards the end.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be with you soon.”

The roses of the red queen’s kingdom smelled of perfumed paint as the white clad royal walked through the garden, the rich red still wet and dripping down the once white petals. One would often wonder why the red queen, the darling and eccentric sister she was, would never switch to red roses instead of bathing white ones in red. 

“It’s a tradition to paint the blossoms red on the day of the Unbirthday party.” She would reason, stuffing a tart of berries into her mouth one evening. “I see, dear sister.” Her sibling, the gentle white queen, nodded her head and took a small bite of the savory dish in front of her. “Then, I shall visit you on the day of the party. It has been a while since we’ve had a nice tea party together.”

The red queen’s eyes widened in glee and she took her sister’s hands in her own, staining her gloves with sweetened crumbs. She had always forgotten her manners when she was excited. “That would be absolutely wonderful, sister. Oh, I can’t wait to see you. You will absolutely love the party!”

The grass was soft and the guards ran about around her. To the entrance of the maze, a chamberlain stiffened and bowed his head. His hair was a dark, mossy green; his eyes were fierce yellow in a kind gaze, and a clover birthmark on his left cheek. A card. 

“Good afternoon, your Majesty. I am Clover, I have been assigned to bring you through the maze to the party.”

“Clover. That’s a nice name.” The white queen bowed to the guard with a soft smile that graced her lips. “I was not informed that cards have been added to her royal guard.” She began, his eyes widening as she spoke in a soft and meek voice. “Oh, please do not be frightened, it is a surprise, yes, but it is a welcomed one. It is a pleasure to be of your acquaintance, Sir Clover.”

The guard blinked his eyes owlishly before letting out a small laugh. “No need to be so kind, my lady. I am but a simple guard with a task to fulfill.”

“A formed connection can last a lifetime no matter how short the journey is. Walk with me, let us see my sister together.” He nods his head, going down on one knee with a hand on his chest. “Yes, my queen.” The two walked together through the garden of roses, the happy voices from both party goers becoming louder and louder with each step. “How long have you been here, Clover? From the looks of it, this is our first time attending the red queen’s birthday party.”

The guard laughed, his shining armor clicking and tapping as he walked next to her. “I’ve only been here for a few months at most, my lady. Although we celebrate it in the Kingdom of Cards, I’ve never been one to attend it. Well, since it was something only the nobles took part in. Or at least, those that the queen fancied.” A fascinated sound left her lips and a hand rose to pat him on the back, making three soft metallic taps. “I see. Then, this will be a new experience for the both of us. I think you’ll absolutely love the food, my sister’s cooks are wonderful at what they do.” 

A hedgehog ran between their feet, tea was spilled, and the joyous laughter of the guests was loud and merry. The mix of red and black contrasted the white clothing, something the queen noticed and laughed at. “Oh, I knew I should have heeded my sister’s warning about wearing white. She said it would be an exciting event, but not this exciting.” The red queen and some guards laughed together, eating good food, and drinking smooth drinks. 

Clover looked around in awe, his fellow guards being merry in their own table, the queen’s gentry dancing around to music played by happy villagers. “Go on,” She says, patting the knight’s back once more. “I can walk myself to my sister, enjoy the party.” 

“Sister, you’ve come! Oh, and just in time too.” The red queen jumped into her sister’s arms, prompting her to twirl her sister around with a shared laugh. “I see you’ve gone with Clover, did you? What do you think, isn’t he adorable? Isn’t he so handsome??”

“He is. A little shy, I’ll say.”

“Well, our kingdoms are extremely different from his own. All those odd rules and angry tempers.” A slice of warm bread was handed over. “But no matter, I’m sure he’ll get used to how things work here soon.” Clover laughed with his fellow guards, a cupcake in his hand. The two caught each other’s eyes and shared a small wave and a smile. 

“He likes you.” Her sister nudged their shoulder. “He really does.”

“Oh, stop it and eat your tarts sister.”

“I will but I will not take back what I said!” 

The day came to a close as people began filtering out of the rose maze and back to their stations. The red queen still conversed with the guards and Clover stayed by her sister’s side. “What a feast that was. I couldn’t think I’d eat another turkey leg.” 

“I enjoyed the quiche; my compliments to the chef.” He was tired from the party, but the queen could see the faintest traces of smile marks on his cheeks. He enjoyed himself, she was sure of it. 

“Let’s take a walk, shall we? All this food would go to waste if I were to just sleep after this.” A hand was held out to him, one he hesitantly took in his own. The two walked hand-in-hand deeper into the maze of roses and took in the sounds of nature around them. The small, scurrying sounds of pink and blue hedgehogs, the cats that would jump over head, and the birds that tweeted and sang their beautiful songs. In the silence, the queen felt peace.

“My queen, may I ask something of you?” 

“Yes, Sir Clover?” 

The shy knight looked down at his hands, lips pursed into a thin line. “What you said before…Do you believe that it’s true, that connections can last a lifetime?” His grip tightened in her hand but loosened when the monarch’s other hand draped itself over his. 

“I do. Very much.” A smile, a very sweet one, was on her lips. Something Clover came to like despite their short time together. A sad smile was on his face as he straightened his back. “Let’s continue on, your majesty.” 

“Let’s.” 

The two soon reached the center, a large fountain running its water in the very center of the garden. The queen leaned down, dipping her fingers into the cool water with Clover behind her. “I’ve been meaning to ask, Clover. What prompted you to ask such a question?”

He took a deep breath in. “In my line of duty, I can easily be taken out should we be under siege.” A hand on his sword and gripped tightly at the handle “A siege?! But my sister and I are on good terms. I don’t think a siege would possi—”

Pain bloomed in her side as Clover’s sword was thrust through her and out her back, his eyes  held a pained ferocity as the two of them fell into the fountain and stained the clear water red. A gasp left her lips in a hitch, her eyes wide in horror and surprised as the pain began coursing through her body. “You—”

 “The more you struggle, the sooner your end will be met my queen.” Clover’s voice was strained in her ears. The cold water made her shiver and suddenly it was hard to breathe. The iron taste of blood touched and flooded out her tongue. His eyes were closed shut, his stomach painful with fear and anticipation for the worst, the seething words, the insults, the wishes of death.

But it never came.

A hand rose from the water and fingers on Clover’s neck, wetting his hair and his armor. “You enjoyed the party, right? You said you liked the quiche.” 

His lips quivered, he was close to tears in front of her.

“It was delicious.” 

“Good.” 

Her other hand joined at his neck, her eyes were half lidded. She felt so tired. “I’m happy that you had fun before you were forced to do such a laborious task. Knowing the queen of hearts, I’m sure she’ll make you do another one.” A cough and blood splattered onto his shoulder. Though she couldn’t see him, her face was sorrow stricken with teeth grit against her neck. “You know, Clover, the sky looks very nice from here…So very blue.”

“…”

“It’s alright. I understand why it needed to be done. After all, the orders of the queen are absolute.”

“…”

“I wasn’t lying when I said I believe that a connection formed can last a lifetime. In fact, it can last more than that.” A small laugh left her blood soaked lips. “Who knows, if fate may have it…I’ll see you again.”

“Will you forgive me even then, my queen?”

“I’ve forgiven you now and I will forgive you again…”

Her eyes were slowly closing as Clover moved to look at her face as she died underneath him. She was pulled up into an embrace, water trailing down her cold body. The two relishing each other’s warmth. “Then I will wait for you. I will wait until I see you again.”

“I will see you very soon.” The queen said, smiling up at him. “Do not worry.”

“I will be waiting, my queen.”

The darkness swirled and Clover’s sad smile was the last thing the white queen saw. 

The shifting of covers, her eyes opened in the darkness of a bedroom. In her arms, Trey cuddled into her chest and his breathing soft and deep. The sound of rain pelted against the window of their bedroom. There was a report of a strong storm passing through the area, the howling winds rattled against the window. Trey’s grip tightened before he grumbled himself awake. 

“Did I wake you?” she asked with a soft voice.

Trey remained quiet before he assumed his old position, cuddling into her chest and going back to sleep. A kiss to his forehead and the covers were pulled up to provide them more warmth. The two cuddled, sharing each other’s warmth in the spine chilling cold of the storm overhead.

She reminisced on the dream, its memory soon fading with each passing second. She cuddled close to Trey, pressing another kiss to his forehead, and as soon as she closed her eyes, the shine of a clover shaped mark appeared on his cheek  and disappeared quickly.

[charming-2d-boys]

I'm so happy to hear you write for female characters. Could you do some headcanons for Paku, Machi, and Shizuku in a relationship with a female reader? >:3

Of course! I honestly can't wait to write for so many characters and try understanding them better, so thank you for this opportunity! 🙇

Man, Shizuku is so hard for me to understand... And I thought Illumi would pose a challenge for me...

Also, very, very long, you’ve been warned!

I hope you'll like these! ❤️

Pakunoda

you’ve definitely met somewhere on the street when you stopped walking to pet a cat and to your surprise, it actually started rubbing against you and purring loudly

yeah, enjoy this chance

how many cats that you stopped to pet either came to you or let you pet them for a long time?

so when you hear a meow and the cat stops and goes towards the sound, you’re disappointed because you wanted to pet it some more

you probably thought it was another cat that meowed, but surprise! It’s Pakunoda, who smiles as the cat hurries to her and rubs against her legs

she feels your eyes on her and sees your pout because the cat just... up and left you with your hand in mid air and it’s not fair how some people attract them so easily

Pakunoda will think you’re so cute so she beckons you with her hand, telling you that you can still pet it

if she stays, the cat stays and it loves the attention you both give her

you offer the cat the remaining bit of sandwich that you had prepared that morning and didn’t get to eat

it purrs happily as it eats and then looks up at you and Pakunoda expectantly, probably wanting some more

I’m sorry, little guy, that’s all I had left

it just meows before bumping its head against your hand and then going back to rubbing against Pakunoda’s legs

you sigh because it doesn’t look as if it’s going to come back to you and you get up, ready to leave

but Pakunoda gently grabs your wrist, stopping you

Don’t be upset, this little guy is a little glutton. Aren’t you, hm?

she says as she scratches the cat behind its ear, making it meow and purr in satisfaction

when you tell her that you really like cats and feel relaxed around them, she suggests you go to a nearby cat café that she sometimes frequents when she’s in town

it’s a pretty sudden request and you’re a bit hesitant, but when she introduces herself and you do as well... you decide to give this a shot

Pakunoda seems harmless enough and no one who likes animals that much can be such a bad person, right?

the whole day is spent playing with and petting the cats while talking with Pakunoda about yourselves

she really does seem like someone you could probably get along with very well

she’s beautiful and has got a nice personality and you love the way she talks, it’s like music to your ears

Pakunoda seems to think pretty much the same thing about you

you seem to be different from other people and you’re so friendly, kind and funny that she almost wonders how she hasn’t seen you around before

you'd been swamped before with work and/or classes and just now had a day off when you decided to go out and get some fresh air after being cooped up with all those papers and documents

so you wonder if Pakunoda will be in town for a bit longer so you can hang out again

and when she asks you if you want to meet up again in a couple of days, you're immediately smiling and telling her that you can't wait

you two start frequenting pretty much every cat café that the city has to offer, and when you’ve been to all of them at least a few times, start looking after other cafés where you can see other types of animals: dogs, parrots, hedgehogs, owls etc.

you always end up spending entire days in those places, always talking and always having fun

one such night, after leaving another cat café that you managed to find hidden somewhere between some tall and narrow buildings in an alleyway, you’re both walking on the street, just getting ready to go your own separate ways

Pakunoda stops you as you’re ready to cross the street and you look up at her questioningly

you can barely see it, but her cheeks and the tops of her ears have a very faint pink tint to them

you were so curious as to why she stopped you that when you opened your mouth to ask, Pakunoda quickly asked you out... on an actual date

the surprise quickly faded before you happily agreed, making Pakunoda’s shoulders sag in relief

she insists on walking you home that night and of course, you let her, just to spend some more time together

after that, things get progressively more intimate and romantic

Pakunoda often comes over to your place and you two often cook together

she loves teaching you new recipes

when you decide to surprise her by cooking something for when she comes home late one night, she hugs you really tight and thanks you for being there

always gives you a hug and a kiss when she comes over to your place

she’d love to introduce you to the others if you were to accept her as who she is fully

Pakunoda often cuddles with you when you’re both done with everything for the day

whether you’re on the couch or on the bed, she’ll often pull your head on her chest and play with your hair

you always giggle when you tell her you love her and feel her heart beat faster

arguments? pretty much none

Pakunoda is not really the confrontational type and you just... easily discuss whatever might come up between you two

you’ll definitely get a cat and take care of it, maybe even the cat that brought you two together, who knows?

you always reassure her that she’ll have a place to come to and call home, even when she tells you that you don’t need to tell he because she’s fine

Pakunoda definitely appreciates it, though, because she’s always dreamt of having somewhere and someone to come home to

Machi

you were frantically looking for a really old book at the local library because you were so close to finishing your paper

and this book would be one of the last ones you needed to use and then you’d finally be done

the old librarian was currently helping someone else so you started going in-between bookcases, searching by yourself

and there it was!

on a shelf barely out of reach

you started jumping, trying to grab it by the spine, when you finally managed to pull it out a bit from the other dusty, old books

just a bit more and you’d finally get it-

whoosh

there goes the book

you just blink because... what the hell was that? where did it go?

you look to where the book was, still seeing specks of dust flying around, before looking to the ground

nothing

and when you look to your right, you see a small girl with pink hair and... shinobi clothes?

she holds several books in her hands and is quickly walking away

 Hey! Excuse me, I need that!

you’re almost yelling because you’re so close, you can’t have someone else take the book, the due date is in two days!

when she turns around, you’re left speechless

she’s adorable looking and even that serious look on her face almost looks like a pout to you

she’s looking at you expectantly, as if waiting for you to just say what you have to say so she can leave

I need that book... *hard stare*

For my paper... *hard stare*

That’s due in two days... *hard stare*

Please?

...

she sighs as if it’s a great effort and takes it out of the little pile in her arms, handing it out to you h she’ll tell Chrollo that she couldn’t find the book and that she’ll go and look for it in the coming days

and as she turns around to leave, you actually say a loud wait! that attracts several glares and a few shushes

you quickly apologize before jogging up to her to introduce yourself and tell her that if she still wants it, you can meet up with her here and give the book to her

she still stares at you, a bit of apprehension readable in her eyes, before telling you her name is Machi and that we’ll see before leaving

it didn’t even occur to you that she literally picked up the books and walked out with them without even stopping by the checkout desk

that night, you read and used to book as fast as you could so you could finish writing up your paper

and the next day you were waiting at a nearby table in the library, trying not to fidget so much because you had already been waiting for an hour and there was no sign of the pink-haired girl yet

you felt a little tug on your hand and shook it a bit, thinking it’d gone numb from how you were staying

only that you felt the same tug again, only stronger, and you looked up when you felt as if you were pulled by an invisible force, only to see the girl from the day before

you finally got up and walked to where she was, between bookcases, before taking the book out of your bag and handing it to her

she took it without a word and it almost seemed as if she was going to turn around and leave, but you stopped her and asked her what her name was, before introducing yourself

Machi

it was a cute name and apparently, your mouth was faster than your brain because you saw her blue eyes widen and a bit of redness cover her cheeks before she looked to the side, avoiding your eyes

why you felt the need to ask her to hang out if she had time was beyond you, but it was too late to take your words back

only that then you thought how rude and weird that sounded and started fretting over how to apologise and explain yourself, but to your surprise, Machi accepted (she was surprised that you had the courage to ask her as you didn’t really seem to have it in you, but apparently, she was wrong)

it was a simple hang out as friends situation

you actually did most of the talking, with Machi contributing only a little bit

you actually felt a bit upset, thinking that you’re bothering her or boring her

but when you stopped talking and apologized for talking, she only told you to keep talking because she enjoys what you were saying

she wasn’t going to tell you that she loves how enthusiastic you look when you talk about something you like or that it’s funny how much you gesticulate or what a good storyteller you are

and it was actually fun hanging out with you

Machi had a good feeling about you and because she trusted her intuition, she surprised you when she asked if you could see each other again

let’s just say that the relationship between you two’s been getting better the more you saw each other

Machi’s made it a habit of bringing you flowers from time to time

and you do the same because you like that little blush on her face when she receives them and thanks you quietly

loves hugging you and breathing in your scent whenever you see each other

she thinks that she could see you as her home

Chrollo and Pakunoda will definitely notice a positive change in Machi’s attitude, as much as she tries to hide it

when she tells them about you, they slowly become your biggest supporters

Chrollo will want to meet you at one point, just to assess you and your intentions with Machi

he almost seems like an older, protective brother and it’s adorable

when he’ll tell her that you’re a good girl and that he hopes you’ll be happy together, you can’t stop smiling

and honestly, neither can Machi - although her smile is smaller, it’s still there

loves it when you wake up after her and come into the bathroom, only to hug her from behind while you greet her sleepily

for your birthday, she’ll cook you something that she learnt as a kid in Meteor City

when you tell her you love her for the first time, she’ll hug you reeeeeally tight and whisper it back, telling you that she’ll always protect you

on your first year anniversary, you’ll take her to the beach and spend the day together playing in the water, volleyball and eating ice-cream, while at night, you’ll go to a restaurant and order whatever the two of you want and then walk on the beach while holding hands

you will insist on taking photos of the two of you and even ask others to do it for you

Machi will take one of those photos that she liked the best - the one where she put a bit of ice-cream on your nose and your face was confused and adorable - and keep it in her wallet or in a special little compartment underneath her pincushion

always looks at it when she misses you or can’t call or text you

no one tells her that she smiles every time she looks at that photo of you

Shizuku

Shizuku is... forgetful, to put it nicely

so when she dropped her phone and you saw it, you hurried to give it back to her

only that you were pretty much blocked off by two men, one very tall, with scars on his face and huge hands and another one who was really short and had half of his face covered by a bandana with a... skull?

you’re intimidated enough that when the shorter man asks you what you want while glaring at you, you can only show them the phone

a short and monotone oh from the girl is what makes the two men move out of her way as she comes and takes the phone from you before thanking you

you can only nod before you both stare at each other for maybe a second or two

the little cough you hear from the larger man makes you both end your staring contest and stare at him instead

We have to go he says plainly as they all turn and start walking away from you

you can only stare at them, feeling a bit confused

and, as if feeling your gaze, but not really caring, only Shizuku turns around, curious about why she can still feel your eyes on her

and you just wave at her, because you don’t know what else to do when she’s staring at you like that

you keep seeing her from time to time in different places, usually really crowded ones, along with the two men from before, still flanking her on both sides

you always wave and smile at her whenever she looks at you - she always finds you even in the biggest of crowds

Shizuku can’t really remember you all the times and while the other two always tell her that yes, we’ve seen her before and no, we don’t know her name, she sometimes wishes she remembered you and know why you always wave and smile at her when you see her

you’re acting as if you know each other

so, one day, after you do what you always do, she tells the Franklin and Feitan that she’s going to talk with you

they don’t try to stop her, but they are ready to defend her if anything were to happen

when Shizuku does finally ask you why you smile and wave at her, you just tell her that you thought she was really pretty and wanted to get to know her, but her two friends kind of scare you and you didn’t want to trouble them, since they always seem to be in a hurry or on an errand or something

when she only tilts her head a bit, as if still confused, you smile and ask her what her name is, then introduce yourself

looks like you’ll have to be the bold one today

you ask her out, as friends, just because you’re curious about her and want to get to know her

if she wants to, of course

Shizuku is still a bit confused by the sudden turn of events and almost feels herself drift away before she says yes

and just in time, because her two intimidating friends come and tell her that they have to leave, while looking at you apprehensively because, well... you’re a bit of a pretty, weird little girl, aren’t you?

still, all three of them leave and when Franklin finally asks Shizuku what you’d talked about, she finally told them

well, that was... unexpected, to say the least

you were definitely weird - but so were they, so they had no right to judge, right?

he asked her if she planned on going and she said yes

they had nothing important to do for the next few days that would follow, so it would be okay to take some time off

Shizuku does have to be reminded several times about her promise and you, mostly by Franklin, since Feitan couldn’t really care any less

your hangout is fun, at least you think it is

Shizuku is pretty... calm and doesn’t really show much, if any emotions

but at the end of the day she does say that she had fun and that you’re cute when you’re happy

so you ask her if she’d like to do this again some other time

and when she accepts, you exchange numbers

you go out several times and you feel like you’re getting closer to Shizuku, both emotionally and physically

and when you shyly hold onto her hand during one of those times, you almost deflate when she doesn’t really squeeze back or let go and just glances at you

pretty much ready to let go of her hand and abruptly end this hangout and leave before you embarrass yourself any more, you’re taken by surprise when your hand is finally squeezed back before Shizuku laces your fingers together

you almost loudly sigh in relief and find yourself talking again, about whatever just comes to your mind, happy and just filled with a newfound energy, while Shizuku quietly listens to you and feels herself absorbed into this little bubble of joy you created and trapped her in

the next few months see the two of you getting closer and opening up more

she’s quiet for the most part and even appears cold, especially to others who don’t know her

but behind closed doors, she just loves having you in her arms, either watching TV, cooking, sleeping, washing the dishes etc.

plays cards with you and almost always lets you win because she likes your smile more than your pout - even though you’re cute no matter what

the others are dying to meet you when they see Shizuku meeting up with them and wearing a shirt that’s definitely not hers

oh, I took (Y/N)’s shirt again

yep, they really wanna meet you

they all treat you nicely and Shizuku holds your hand throughout the entire meeting

which they think it’s adorable because they can actually feel that Shizuku is happy

she loves giving you massages, especially when she sees that you’re really tired

will sometimes forget to do chores, but she does write them down somewhere or has you remind her

whenever you two can, you really like going window shopping

she could steal everything for you, you know?

just say the word and it’s all yours

writes down on her hand and wherever else she can so she can remember your birthday and anniversaries

you surprise her by baking her a cake from scratch for her birthday

and Shizuku’s even happier when you bake another one so she can celebrate it with her friends as well - she insists on you joining them and actually have a lot of fun listening to them tell funny stories about Shizuku and what her memory problems did (nothing too bad and that everyone remembers fondly)

will take you on the rooftop of the building and stargaze with you

also tells you she loves you because she really does

you definitely proved that you loved her, so it’s only fair she returns the favour

loves kissing you under the stars and it’s one of the few memories that Shizuku actually remembers and holds onto dearly

[sw124]

Monster Boyfriend!Reader insert!

Female Reader! Shadow boyfriend.

[The reader is nicknames are Angel by the boyfriend and Bo by everyone else]

Another day, another chewing out by your asshole of a boss who as usual promoted the skinny collage girl over you; despite the fact you worked at this office for over five years and kept it running! In your opinion your boss was a misogynistic piece of garbage who believed all woman had the minds of toddlers, that and their only purpose was to be servants/playthings/baby factories to all men. The only reason he promoted this new girl was because he was looking for new eye candy.

It was just your boss who shared this view however, the other members of the office didn’t share their views. All of them were married and had kids, you could feel the unease when the boss made filthy jokes about someone’s daughter…especially when that daughter was only thirteen years old.

The father of this girl was your friend and neighbor Roy, he was tempted to punch his boss senseless but at the moment he couldn’t afford to. He just found out he and his wife were expecting baby number two, his wife worked from home but he always believed in having a safety net.

[Lunch break]

You sat down by Roy and Trevor, he was from accounting and pretended to be a bachelor when he actually dating a very nice young person, they preferred not to be labeled with a gender.

“Hey Bo, heard the boss yelling at ya; what was it about this time?” Asked Trevor opening his lunchbox.

“The account he assigned to the new girl was lost and he’s blaming me despite I had no part in its loss. He just wants to get on the girls good side so he can try an sleep with her…” you mumbled as you pulled out your own lunch.

You weren’t skinny, you were round with curves and a belly. This lead to many comments from your boss but you brushed them off, especially when you got home cooked lunches from your boyfriend. Today’s lunch was as beautiful as before, he got into making those character bento lunchboxes he saw on tiktok. Today’s lunch was fried chicken meatballs with rolled up omelet and little rice balls. The meatballs were decorated to look like hedgehogs, the little rice balls made to look like penguins and the omelets were speckled with green and filled with cheese.

“Lee went all out on that didn’t he?” Retorted Roy with a chuckle, his lunch was a grilled panini he ordered from the shop next door.

“He loves to cook and I love eating his cooking.” You smiled as you chowed down into his creation.

There was a small avocado salad on the side with diced raw onions and a small squirt of hotshots on it. It was a interesting combination but it actually worked out well.

You were about to dig into this salad when your boss walked in, so begins his usual walk around the tables giving comments on everyone’s choice of lunches. Mocking men who didn’t have properly made lunches by their wives or joked about being bachelors. You finished the penguin rice balls when he came your table.

“An what has this group prepared hm?” He leaned over Roy and his sandwich. “Wife not making you lunch anymore, what you two get into a fight again?”

Ugh; you hated how he smirked every time he put someone down, he looked over at Trevor. His lunch was simple homemade steak and cheese wrap his partner made.

“Huh, thats surprising; most single guys don’t know how to cook, where’d you buy that?” Trevor was about to answer but the ass turned to you and eyed your lunch. “Well what does the pig have today? Something that looks decent, bet it tastes like shit though?”

He reached for your food, Roy was the one who pulled it away from him. “Sir, need I remind you that the last time you took someone’s food the CEO of the company came down here to scold you?”

Your boss glared at him but backed off, yes he literally took someone’s food from them and was reported. He managed to play it off as a misunderstanding but it didn’t stop the CEO from chewing him out.

“Fine, let the pig eat her slop.” With that your boss left.

“Thanks Roy…” you sighed, this was going to be a long day…

[A few hours later]

Finally it was time to leave, three’o clock, you got all your things and bolted for the elevator. You made it in time too, you knew your boss came looking for stragglers to do extra work. The doors closed just as he walked into look for anyone; preferably you. But you escaped, you learned when and how to avoid him near the end of the day.

Now piled into your car you, Trevor and Roy all heading back to the same apartment building you shared. Trevor lived on the fourth floor of the apartments while you and Roy were on the second floor, he lived in the apartment across the hallway from you and your boyfriend. You said goodbye to them and walked into your apartment, the money you made was good despite your boss.

You composed yourself before hand and as you were closing the door…you saw your shadow growing, it grew larger, bulkier and once it reached a hight of 9ft…three bio-green eyes appeared; feral and happy.

“Welcome home Angel.”

His large clawed hands picked you up and cradled you in those burly arms, the term ‘broad chest’ didn’t do your darling justice. He had hair but it was so molded to his body it almost looked like a helmet minus the part that hung off. He had what you called an inverted pixie bob, he nuzzled you and peppered your cheek with little kisses. He didn’t have a visible mouth, nose or ears but that only added to his charm.

“Hi Caine, I’m so happy to be home. Lunch was soooo good, I loved those little penguins you made.”

You watched those eyes of his turn into stars as he hugged tightly, you hugged him back….oh you needed this. You needed ‘him’ right now more then anything, just him and his big arms hugging you.

“I’m making pizza tonight, I figured it’d be cheaper then buying it.” He whistled.

“Ooh that sounds good.” You whined happily.

You only had your eyes closed for a moment before you found yourself in your bedroom. He sat you on the bed and proceeded to remove your shoes, what on earth did you do to get a guy this awesome?

“Oh, so you know; Brandy called me and told me about your company throwing a family picnic!”

Right…the picnic, another excuse for that ass of a boss to mock everyone’s lifestyle and show up his wealth. You smiled at him, he loved picnics and meeting all the people you worked with. No way were you gonna say no, but that didn’t mean you weren’t gonna try and stay as far away from your boss as possible.

“Its gonna be a potluck kind of picnic so lets make something yummy together hm?” You smiled as you stood back up and changed into your comfy clothes.

He squealed with glee and whisked you back up into his arms, dinner was delicious and so was dessert. Just simple store bot gelato but still good, the two of you sitting on the couch bing watching documentaries and internet cat videos.

[two weeks later]

The weather was perfect, there was a nice light breeze and there were clouds, lots of them. White, fluffy clouds that casted shadows to shield you from the sun from time to time. Not that it was terribly hot, warm but not hot. You and Cain parked the car under a tree and got out, the company picnic was being held at the local park near the river. It was a very nice place, already you saw many of your co-workers here.

Cain had already delved into your shadow, not out of fear but it was easier to move around crowds. You already saw a few other co-workers who brought their spouses. Mark from HR was one of the few you knew who was dating someone who wasn’t human, his girlfriend was the same height as Cain but unlike Cain she was more mammalian. She was what many called a ‘wendigo’ but she had more of a wolf appearance mostly due to her skull face; her name you recalled is Sophie.

You and Mark had that in common, the two of you love large, adorable creatures that could crush you in their embraces. You watched Mark talk as Sophie filled a plate with ribs and handed them to some other co-workers. You walked over, greeted her and sat down two large bowls. One had your famous fruit salad while the other had Cain’s spicy garlic Parmesan chicken wings.

Cain was about to come out to say hello when everyone was silenced by the tapping on a microphone.

“Everyone, thank you all for coming! I’m so thrilled to see everyone’s bright faces here!”

You gritted your teeth…it was your boss, here it comes. He did this whenever possible, bringing people up and passively insulting them for whatever reason an pass it off as a joke. Well today he was bringing couples up and joking, he already had Roy up there and joked about his family. It was clear Roy wanted to punch the guy’s lights out an you didn’t blame him.

“Thanks Roy for being a great sport, up next…why our own Ms. Bo!”

Well crud..it was your turn, you felt Cain gripping your shoulder but you had no choice. You patted the invisible hand and walked up onto the stage, you saw how he leered at you.

“Well everyone, here she is Miss Bo. Where’s your boyfriend, oh I’m sorry dear I guess the rumors are true men don’t like chubby little bitches like you.”

Uh oh…now he didn’t, you watched your shadow shift and move, steadily growing behind your boss as he continued.

“Any single men out here wanna plow this porker? No? Well thats to be expected, lots of smart men know to stay away-“ the mic was yanked out of his hand, he spun around…only to be face to face with three murder colored eyes.

You reached an took the mic. “Sir, I’d like to introduce you to Cain, my beloved boyfriend of four very happy years. We met in middle school, started dating in collage. Thats all you need to know….Cain put him down please.”

You didn’t need to look, Cain had your boss by the scruff of his shirt, dangling him over the edge of the stage….he relented and sat him down; he turned and took the mic from you.

“An for the record; you call my girl anything other then her name…well..” he exposed his rarely seen mouth, inside were rows of razors ready to tear him apart.

“The last thing you’ll be seeing are these.”

You refrained from saying anything..especially about your bosses soiled trousers.

[later, after the picnic]

Back in your apartment, cuddled on the couch; sitting in his lap with a box of macarons and other sweet treats. You look up at Cain who still seemed a little mad from what he heard.

“Honey its ok, the boss got fired for what he said and we’re getting a new one, its all thanks to you.” You give him a kiss, that seemed to melt the grump off.

“Yeah, though I’m still upset that you went through all those nasty things…”

Oh no the puppy eyes…the sad ‘mama I need love’ puppy eyes. He always got his way when something happened. Last time he did this was when you had you wisdom teeth taken out and you were in pain.

“I know but you know what?”

Cain looks down at you.

“What?”

“You made it worth it, every day I’d come home to the best thing nature ever created.”

You saw stars dance in his sweet eyes as he hugged you tightly, for the rest of the night was filled again with cat videos and documentaries until the two of you slowly drifted off to sleep, you safely tucked into his loving embrace.

End.

[so you know all of this was inspired by the drawings of @semisolidmind and her monster boyfriend series oooh their sooo cute! Semi I hope you like this you inspired this!]