#help idk what else to tag this as

[lizards0up]

reverse bear trap

[chiisanajimi]

woe, sonic fankid be upon ye 💥

introducing starlight the hedgehog!

they're a son/silv/shad fankid essentially LOL

text from the image says:

- being of chaos produced from residual energy left by sonic, shadow, and silver when they use chaos powers - like when u fry something in oil and some bits come off... or like when u boil pasta and the water gets starchy... - the bits eventually merged their shared qualities to form this artificial hedgehog and dropped it in front of silver while he was mid-transition between timelines/dimensions

tl;dr made from Energy Soup created by extensive use of chaos emeralds. a cheerful thing with lots to learn :)

pronouns are probs gonna change but for now it's she/he/they (or basically, generally feminine but prefers masc/neutral terms)

starlight tag (<- contains stuff that's not canon to the au)

starlight au (<- everything specific to the au in which star exists)

sexuality hcs for dads // sonic parenting habits // dad interactions // living situation // domestic stuff // baby go to school // aged up // super form // gardening with silver // silver sense // nicknames, etc. // about team dark // missions with rouge // gender presentation // family dynamic // pre-relationship // shadow gets hurt at work sometimes // about tails // the rest of team sonic

fun facts:

the quills sticking up is not consistent cuz it depends on how much he gives a shit about looking clean-cut on any given day

silver only really used the emeralds in '06 and that one time in the metal virus arc of IDW (if he's used them more than that don't spoil me on it LOL im still getting through the comics) so his influence is not as strong as the other 2. it comes through mostly in personality (generally pleasant, socially inept)

however, starlight is VERY attached to silver because he recognizes silver as a point of comfort. the chaos used silver's PK powers as a conduit for his creation so there is an instinctive attachment there

starlight exists in strict juxtaposition against the other hedgehogs because unlike all 3 of them they literally were created for no purpose other than to exist. hence she has a weaker sense of self than silver or shadow and especially sonic. it's fun to think of them raising a kid and having to manually instruct them how to enjoy living

hypothetically has access to chaos powers like her "dads" but since chaos energy is also literally her molecular makeup she basically falls apart if she uses it too much, hence the inhibitors

also i say "dads" but the only one of the 3 who really acts parental towards them is shadow (more on that later)

[0owitheredquinceyo0]

Honestly… STRUGGLING AND SUFFERING IM GONNA BE STUCK FOR A MOMENT…

[phosphorus-noodles]

a chimera oli for artfight, cheers :3 @10piecechickenmcnugget

[boombams]

she yoo... on my han... till i kim.................

[ahllohehn]

i do art to do bullshit like this: hephaestus kid mumbo jumbo

about au au tag discord

[tenoart]

Achilles warm up + a bunch of doodles of him in the background because. Well yeah

I need to actually listen to Paris the musical

[buttonbuckfarm]

With the escalation of harassment from our neighbor, and confirmation that he has a pattern of increasing harassment to the point of violence, we’ve made the decision that we need to pack up and leave ASAP.

We’re waiting for everything to be confirmed, but we have a promising opportunity for a spot to move ourselves and our animals. We want to be prepared to pack up the essentials and get our animals to the new property ASAP, so we’re asking for help in moving to a safer situation. We need a storage unit for our things, Uhaul rental(s), a deposit and transitional rent, and can’t afford to take time off to get everything ready without support.

I feel a chronic need to downplay things, but I’m in a state of constant anxiety that has made it difficult to eat, clean, and even do things I would normally enjoy. The neighbor has been intentionally provoking and creeping on us. He knows our schedule and watches where we go and what we do. We really need help. We really appreciate the support and love everyone’s given us already.

If you’d prefer to send funds directly to avoid GFM fees, we have Venmo @/dirtpossum and PayPal @/alexander.ed.ren@gmail.com

Thank you so much. With love, Ren and Dimitri.

[insomniacsosya]

“I’ll hex you, I’ll posess you”

JuliRyker fanart waowww…. Kiss kiss kiss!!! :3

[dihyaatje]

I love being junkorexic, like yess I will eat cheesy buldak noodles and nothing else for multiple days🤤🤤 maybe this is why I'm fat

[0owitheredquinceyo0]

MORE MATEO… and the absolute freak that is Parker <3

Mateo, Chance, Parker, Betty, Kopi, and Memoria… I will never get over any of them;;

[le01zk00l]

Drew @ezgurple turtless…they r so so so so silly!!!!

[idk-imtired-dontask]

Old drawing. Still had me when I saw it lmao

[sophaeros]

the last shadow puppets - everything you've come to expect: 2016 tour outfits — almost all clothes custom made by ray brown sources

[junkuna]

sukuna x reader

~ strong enough

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sukuna x concubine!reader

tags - oneshot / fluffy sukuna / true form sukuna / x reader / no smut just SICKENING angst and fluff also a kiss at the end

a/n - uh for those of you who saw my deleted fic haha no u didnt (i got nervous)

context - hes been ignoring you for weeks, focusing most of his attention onto his other concubines

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The air is electric, charged with the weight of Sukuna’s presence as he stands before you, his silhouette sharp and commanding under the dim light. His usual arrogance clings to him like a second skin—the way he holds himself, the tilt of his head, the slight curl of his lips that speaks of unchecked power. But there’s something in the way his crimson eyes rest on you tonight. They’re unreadable, and yet, their intensity makes it impossible to look away.

He doesn’t speak immediately. He lets the silence stretch, lets it coil around you both like a predator toying with its prey. When he finally breaks it, his voice is smooth, deep, and cold enough to cut stone. “You know, this is beneath me,” he says, his tone casual, almost bored. But there’s a weight behind it, an edge that suggests something far more serious.

His eyes flicker, just briefly, to your expression, as if gauging your reaction without making it obvious. Then he steps closer, and the space between you seems to shrink under the gravity of his presence. “But I’m here, aren’t I?” he continues, his words measured, calculated. “If that doesn’t tell you enough, maybe you don’t deserve the effort.”

He doesn’t bother to explain himself, doesn’t offer any justification for the rare sight of him lowering himself to address you like this. But the unspoken hangs heavy between you—the memories of the lengths he’s gone for you, the blood he’s spilled, the way his wrath has spared no one except you.

“You can sulk, you can rage,” he says, his tone sharper now, though his expression remains unreadable. “But don’t think for a second you’ll find someone else who would dare cross me the way you have and live to tell about it.”

Sukuna takes a step back, crossing his arms, his crimson eyes narrowing slightly as they lock onto yours. There’s no apology in his words—none that he’ll admit to, at least. But in the tautness of his jaw, in the way he hasn’t left, in the sheer fact that the King of Curses is even acknowledging your ire, there’s a silent message he won’t say aloud.

For a moment, his eyes flicker with something close to frustration, a brief slip that he quickly hides. He crosses his arms, his gaze narrowing in irritation. But there’s an unspoken hesitation in the way he waits for you to respond. His usual impenetrable mask falters slightly, and for a brief second, you catch the faintest glimmer of something… almost vulnerable.

“Tell me,” he suddenly asks, his tone harder now, but there’s an edge of something more petty buried in the words, like a child not getting their way. “What exactly did I do wrong? What’s so unforgivable that I’m here, standing like a fool?” His voice has taken on an unexpected, almost whiny quality toward the end, like he’s trying to hold onto his dignity but can’t quite keep the frustration from seeping through.

His arms drop to his sides, the tension in his posture increasing, his eyes burning into yours, as if daring you to offer an answer that would let him off the hook. But even though he’s trying to maintain his usual cold exterior, his patience is wearing thin, and the subtle flicker of his irritation becomes clearer. He won’t admit it outright, but for once, Sukuna seems to care—at least, enough to make this effort.

You know Sukuna better than most, don't you? You've seen glimpses behind that arrogant facade, the rare moments when he lets his guard down. And maybe, just maybe, that's why you're angry now. Because he's shown you enough to make you crave more, to make you believe that there's something real beneath all the cruelty and sadism.

But he's still Sukuna, the relentless, ruthless force of nature. And he's standing here now, awaiting your response, his patience wearing thin.

So you put him out of his misery.

"You want to know what you did wrong?" you ask, your voice trembling slightly but never losing that underlying strength. "You betrayed me, Sukuna. You betrayed my trust, my feelings..." Your voice cracks, just a little, but you push on. "You treated me like a toy, a plaything, something for you to use and discard as you saw fit."

You step closer, until you're standing right in front of him, your body almost brushing against his. You have to crane your neck to maintain eye contact, but you don't back down. "I'm not just your favorite concubine, Sukuna. I'm not a prize to be won or a possession to be claimed." Your voice is low, intense, filled with a raw, honest emotion that even Sukuna can't ignore.

"And this..." You gesture around at the opulent room, the lavish mansion that surrounds you both. "This isn't enough! Throwing money at a problem doesn't make it go away."

His eyes narrow as the concubine speaks, a muscle in his jaw twitching slightly at the raw emotion in your voice. He listens, really listens, in a way that's rare for the man who sees most people as beneath him. When you finish, he's silent for a long moment, his expression unreadable.

"You think I don't know that?" he asks finally, his voice low and rough with an emotion he rarely allows himself to feel. "You think I don't see the way you look at me, like I'm a monster, a beast that can't be tamed?" He reaches out, his hand cupping your cheek, his thumb brushing away the single tear that escapes down your soft skin.

Sukuna's eyes search yours, his gaze intense and consuming. "I'm not a good man, angel. I've done things, terrible things, that you can't even begin to imagine." His voice is low, almost a whisper, and there's a hint of something almost like vulnerability in his tone. "But with you... with you, it's different."

His other hand comes up to cup your other cheek, cradling your face in his large hands.

"I'm... I apologise, my dear. I was merely trying to protect you from myself."

You lean into his touch, despite your anger and hurt, finding a strange comfort in the warmth of his palms against your cheeks. You look up at him, your faces close enough that you can feel his breath on your skin.

"Protect me?" you ask softly, a hint of a sad, incredulous laugh in your voice. "By keeping me in the dark, by shutting me out and pushing me away?" You shake your head slightly, your hair brushing against his hands. "That's not protection, Sukuna. That's fear."

You reach up, your small hands covering his larger ones on your cheeks. You could pull them away, could push him back, but your doesn't. Instead, you hold them there, anchoring yourself to the man you've come to love.

Sukuna's eyes flicker with a complexity of emotions he rarely allows himself to feel. His grip on your cheeks tightens slightly, not enough to hurt, but enough to hold you in place as he grapples with your words. When he speaks, his voice is low and rough, like he's forcing the words out through a clenched throat.

"You think you're ready? You think you can handle the darkness that follows me like a shadow?" There's a harsh edge to his tone, a challenge, but beneath it, a flicker of something almost like fear. Fear of your rejection, of losing the one person who sees beyond the monster to the man beneath.

His thumbs brush over the soft skin of your cheeks, a gesture almost reverent in its gentleness. "I've seen the world burn, angel. I've watched innocent lives be torn apart, all for the sick amusement of lesser beings than myself." His jaw clenches, his eyes hardening at the memories.

"But with you... with you, it's different." He leans in closer, until your foreheads are almost touching, until you can feel the heat of his breath on your lips as he speaks again. "You make me want to be better, to try to be worthy of the faith you have in me." He closes his eyes, just for a moment, a rare show of vulnerability. "But I don't know if I can be, beautiful. I don't know if I'm strong enough to protect you from the darkness in me."

Your heart races as he leans in closer, his words sending a shiver down your spine. You can feel the heat radiating off his body, can see the turmoil swirling in his crimson eyes. It would be easy to get lost in those eyes, to let them consume you, but you know you have to stay strong. For both of them.

You reach up, your hand cupping his cheek, your thumb brushing over the small scar just below his eye. It's a gesture of comfort, of understanding, and perhaps a silent promise. Your voice is soft but filled with conviction as you speak.

"Sukuna, listen to me. I'm not asking you to be perfect." You take a deep breath, your eyes never leaving his. "I'm asking you to be honest, to trust me with the truth of who you are. The good, the bad, and everything in between." You lean in closer, until your lips are a mere breath away from his.

"I love you, Sukuna. All of you."

Sukuna's eyes widen almost imperceptibly at your words, a flicker of something raw and unguarded passing over his face. He's not used to such open, unconditional acceptance. In a world of fear and hatred, your love is a foreign language, one he's struggling to understand but desperate to learn.

He squeezes your hand, his calloused fingers engulfing your softer ones, as if trying to anchor himself to you in the storm of emotions you've stirred up. When he speaks, his voice is low and rough, but there's a new softness to it, a gentleness he's never allowed himself to express before.

"I... I love you too, angel." The words feel foreign on his tongue, clumsy and awkward, but no less true for their awkwardness. "I don't know if I deserve it, but... I'm going to try. I'll try to be the man you think I can be." He leans in, closing the scant distance between them to capture your lips in a kiss that's filled with all the pent-up passion and longing he's kept hidden for so long.

As he kisses you, his arms wrap around you, pulling you close to his hard, muscular body. He pours everything he's feeling into that kiss - his fear, his love, his desperate hope for a future he never dared to dream of before. And he knows, with a bone-deep certainty, that no matter what challenges lie ahead, they'll face them together.

Because in the end, it's not about being perfect. It's about being strong enough to love, flaws and all. And Sukuna, for the first time in his long, bloody life, feels like he might just be strong enough for that.

Strong enough for you.

[luxandfero]

Emmoniromantic / Emmoniaromantic

Emmoniromantic (emmoni-romantic) is a term on the aromantic spectrum that describes individuals who confuse their intense fixation on someone with romantic feelings but after this fixation fades away, they realize they weren't truly in love. Some individuals may choose to call it 'obsession' or 'limerence'. It can be used as a tertiary identity or romantic orientation on its own or alongside with flutter attraction and/or pseudoromantic.

Emmoniaromantic (emmoni-Aromantic) is a similar term for those who don't experience any other kind of 'romantic' attraction.

This term is exclusive to neurodivergent individuals who can develop a hyperfixation on someone or great passion for their 'X person' (attachment figure; can be referred to as 'favorite person', 'safe person', 'chosen person', etc.). It can be used by those who are formally diagnosed, self-diagnosed or questioning but not transabled people and the like.

Below the cut are disorder-specific versions of the flags, their meaning and related terms.

The term comes from the Greek word 'emmoni' (fixation, obsession, perseverance, persistence). The colors don't have any distinct meaning behind them as they were essentially taken from aromantic and the aromantic spectrum flags. Curved lines symbolize struggles with figuring out one's attraction; dull colors indicate fading attraction; and the broken heart represents a revelation about the true nature of their feelings. The heart was inspired by the symbol from this page. You may edit the flags however you like; no need for credit.

Related or similar terms (let me know if there's more): neuroromantic & arovague & aroweird; cruxromantic; aroborderline & conifromantic; favper-romantic & favoromantic & liemeneromantic & liebe-eros & 'X person'-attracction & sirenorose; FPspike; favper-confus-romantic & FPplatoniromantic; favouritism.

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