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[tailschannel]

IDW Sonic at SDCC 2023: Everything you need to know

IDW Sonic had a panel in this year's San Diego Comic Con and many new issues, one-shots, and collections were announced.

Major announcements included new covers for Issue 67, preview pages for the 900th Adventure, and a tease of an upcoming one-shot issue for Fang the Sniper and Knuckles the Echidna.

This year's panelists included Evan Stanley, Adam Bryce Thomas, Min Ho Kim, Caleb Goellner, Michael Cisneros, and David Mariotte.

The upcoming arcs

Misadventures

Issues 63 to 66.

Features Sonic, the Diamond Cuttersm Silvers, Blaze, Knuckles, the Chaotix, Cream, Gemerl, the Babylon Rogues, and more in a two story per issue format.

Between August, September, and October 2023.

Second Chances

Issue 67.

Surge and Kit makes a return to supposedly join the Restoration.

Out November 2023.

The Protector

Issue 68.

Sonic and Tails explore a mysterious cavern.

Out December 2023.

Upcoming one-shots

The 900th Adventure

A special issue that celebrates 30 years of Sonic comics that span over 900 releases.

A Sonic adventure where Sonic and friends goes against some of his foes to get rid of the Warp Topaz.

Out August 2023.

Attribution for the 900th Adventure one-shot are as follows:

Story One: written by Ian Flynn, illustrated by Adam Bryce Thomas, coloured by Valentino Pinto

Story Two: written and illustrated by Evan Stanley, coloured by Gigi Dutreix.

Story Three: written by Nigel Kitching, illustrated by Mauro Fonseca, inked by Rik Mack, coloured by Reggie Graham.

Story Four: written by Daniel Barnes, artwork by Min Ho Kim.

Story Five: written and illustrated by Aaron Hammerstrom, inked by Matt Froese, coloured by Nathalie Fourdraine.

Story Six: written by Caleb Goellner, illustrated by Abby Bulmer, coloured by Heather Breckel.

Endless Summer One-Shot

Sonic, Tangle, Whisper, and Jewel just want to have a relaxing day at the beach... but won't if the Babylon Rogues have anything to say about it.

Out August 2023.

IDW Sonic Halloween Special

A new adventure featuring the Chaotix where they have to face a candy-stealing monster alongside Sonic & Tails, releasing on October 2023.

Featuring Mark Bouchard, Jack Lawrence, and Gigi Duterix.

Amy 30th Anniversary Special

Amy embarks on an adventure to save the small animals and her friends from Metal Sonic.

Out September 2023.

Knuckles & Fang One-Shot

Newly teased 30th Anniversary one-shot issue for Knuckles the Echidna and Fang the Sniper

Out in 2024.

Upcoming collected editions

Scrapnik Island Collection

Sonic and Tails are on an island of spooky forgotten badniks.

Out August 2023.

Seasons of Chaos Collection

Classic Sonic adventures.

Out October 2023.

IDW Sonic Artbook

A special gallery collection containing some of the art of the IDW Sonic series, including art from Tracy Yardley, Adam Bryce Thomas, Evan Stanley, and Jack Lawrence.

Out October 2023.

Knuckles' Greatest Hits

A collection featuring Knuckle's greatest hits throughout the IDW Sonic series.

Includes issues 3, 10, 11, the 2022 Free Comic Book Day special, and the "Guardian" mini-issue from the 2022 Annual.

Out October 2022.

(Story contributed by Spectre from the Tails' Channel Newsfeed, images from Floof for Tails' Channel, with files via IDWSonicNews for Tails' Channel)

[purecantarella]

Everything Is Blue

short fluff piece again!! i'm trying to cover all my bases with the blackpink girls!! i got rlly excited so im hoping to post these all at the same time because i couldn't finish the reaction i had lined up for this week :"") i hope you all enjoy, my lovelies 💓 disclaimer/s : none, pure floof!!

Kim Jennie wasn’t the type to question her skills and charms, much less the unbridled love and support of her fans. But with all eyes hot on her after the dozens of alleged scandals coming her way as of the last few months, she couldn’t help her confidence from faltering.

The girls weren’t much comfort given that they were wrestling with their own anxieties, she didn’t want to burden them with her issues on top of hers.

Then there was you.

Her loving and devoted girlfriend who was willing to drop everything at the drop of a hat if she so needed you to. The rapper’s heart fluttered at the idea of the comfort you brought her. You had so much pride in her and it overflowed, so much so that there was enough belief in you to flow into her. If only you were there beside her, not in another timezone attending to your father’s business.

As quickly as your name brought her joy, it faded just as fast. In its place was an acute sense of your absence. She sits defeatedly in her make-up chair, the anxious energy now diminished. Jennie gingerly plucked her phone from the counter, eying your smiling face on her phone screen, not a single notification from you to wish her luck. She knew that you were probably asleep but it still didn’t make her feel any better.

“Ten minutes to places, ladies.” A stage manager called from the door before dashing off to head to another artist. The rest of the girls nodded off and began preparing themselves for the first time back on stage together in a year.

Jennie again stood up and faced Lisa who was running the steps back again quickly with Rosé and Jisoo who was warming her throat up. The rapper closed her eyes and breathed a heavy sigh in a useless attempt to recenter herself. ‘What would Y/n tell me to do right about now…?’

A rhythmic knock on the door pulls everyone's attention to it, Jennie’s focus broken once again. She knew it probably wasn't the staff's fault but they were likely set to perform a little later and the rapper felt a bit of frustration at the blow by blow report.

“Oh my God.” Rosé’s Aussie accent reverberated before the room was filled with slow and building laughter. Jennie’s ears perk up as she pulls herself off the make-up chair, cracking an eye open.

The first thing she notices are the large blue roses neatly collected in familiar hands. Then she finally looked up and her heart jump-started again. Her lip trembled as she fought off the smile from breaking when she saw you holding a bouquet of deep blue roses in one hand and a basket of baked pastries in the other.

Oddly enough, Jisoo and Rosé were the first to approach you, wrapping you in half hugs before snatching the bag of warm goodies and handing some over to the staff. Jennie walked up to you speechless. Her eyes glanced down at the flowers in your hand then lovingly in your eyes.

The dam finally broke and her lips upturned into a big, bright, gummy smile. Her hand raised and caressed your cheek gently, her thumb delicately trailing the outline of your jaw.

You smile, leaning into her touch, “Surprised?”

“Pleasantly.”

Jennie’s heart swooned as you handed her the roses, ones that bore a striking resemblance to the ones her mother would get her on her birthday. “I know you normally get these once a year, but I knew how much you loved them, and how homesick you’ve been—”

Before you can finish your thought, her lips are on yours in a delicate and loving manner. Soft and quaint. She wasn’t trying to make a show of it, she merely wanted to show you just how much she appreciated you. You pull away reluctantly as another knock at the door reveals a staff member.

“Blackpink, on stage in five minutes.” 

Jennie breathed another shaky breath in an attempt to calm herself. You look back at her and take the bouquet from her hands, placing it on a nearby table. Her hands are in your warm ones in seconds. “You know you’re going to be amazing right? All those blinks are ready to see you girls, and I know you’re going to kill it.” You place a feather-light kiss on her nose before nuzzling against it.

“And I’ll be right here afterwards.” Jennie smiles before leaning up again and kissing you. “Thank you. I needed that reminder.”

You wrap your arms around her shoulders, squeezing her tightly, whispering in her ear, “And I’ll be here to remind you every single day of your life.” You peck her cheek before they’re ushered to the stage by awaiting staff.

Before she’s out the door, Jennie takes one last look at you, as you stick your thumbs up and offer her the dopiest smile you had. The rapper giggles and is filled with a sense of calm as she takes the stage.

And she was magnificent, just like you knew her to be.

so this was written back in august while i was sick and i never got around to finishing it HAHAHAH but i hope you all enjoyed this short fluff piece!! i am on christmas break so i'll try to be more active. i hope you're all taking care of yourselves and i love you all vv much!! see yall soon 💓 - r

[peaches2217]

if you're interested in talking more about it, I'd love to hear more headcannons/musings about mareach expecting/being parents!! everything you've posted has been extremely precious and adorable

I’m in the midst of formulating some second-time parent scenarios, so do look forward to that! But until I’m ready to bite the bullet, fight past my shame, and post those, have some more first-time parent floof: The Big Day edition~

✨ The closer and closer Peach gets to her due date, the less and less Mario sleeps, to the point where in the final week or two before their baby arrives he’s getting maybe thirty minutes to an hour of rest each night, and rarely all at once. Eventually Peach gives up on trying to talk him down herself and gets a bunch of their friends involved in an elaborate plot just so he can get some sleep (which I’ve discussed here 😌). The plot works, and he sleeps for like a solid twenty-six hours! And it ends up being very good timing, because she goes into labor the following day.

✨ Mario’s overseeing preparations for some upcoming festivity (Toads have at least one major holiday each month — party people, they are) when he catches sight of Toadette approaching him. And his stomach lurches into his throat before he can even see her face or she can even get close enough to say anything, because he knows. As her lady-in-waiting and one of her closest friends, Toadette hasn’t left Peach’s side in the past few weeks unless Mario’s been there, and why else would she do so now unless something major was happening? What ensues is exactly the sort of spectacle Toadette had been hoping to avoid: Mario barreling through the crowd, sending Toads flying like bowling pins, abandoning all decency and rationale in a bid to get to Peach as quickly as possible.

✨ As soon as he reaches her, he’s showering her in kisses and inquiring about her mental state and her pain levels and telling her that he loves her so much and he’s going to be right here with her no matter what. Considering she’s been in labor for an hour tops, Peach isn’t even too uncomfortable yet; honestly she’s a lot more collected than her husband at that moment. So she giggles and lets him get it out of his system because she’ll never turn down an opportunity to be lavished in love. Stars know she’ll need that support soon enough.

✨ “Your hero just about caused a national panic,” Toadette snarls twenty minutes later, returning to Peach’s room after joining forces with Toadsworth to calm the understandably alarmed crowds. Peach finds it significantly more amusing than she does.

✨ Daisy’s already there because she was part of Operation: Go the Fuck to Sleep, Mario (“We’re not calling it that,” Peach said. “I’m calling it that,” Daisy said back.), so she insists she may as well make herself useful — Peach could benefit from having a backup buddy in the room in the off-chance Mario completely flips out. And also she wants the bragging rights of being the first of this baby’s many aunts and uncles to meet them, because that’s something she can hold over everyone’s heads for like, ever.

✨ Little-known fact about Peach: she’s got a low pain threshold, and the longer it’s crossed, the more rapidly she loses any semblance of composure. She goes from chatting normally with everyone in the room to seeking out Mario's hand with every contraction to clinging to him like a koala and shaking and moaning in agony, all in the span of like thirty minutes. I can't over-emphasize how dramatic she gets. Which, yes, it's justified, because childbirth's near-universally considered the most painful mammalian experience, but dear God, it's almost comical how quickly she loses her cool.

✨ Mario, of course, doesn't find it comical in the slightest. Seeing her like this is heartbreaking and mentally exhausting. There's not really anything he can do to ease her suffering, and that kills him, but he can't let himself dwell on it because she needs him, and he's gotta be strong for her. So he holds her close and does his best to make her laugh or at least take her mind off of it.

✨ Once that stops working, he starts singing to her, quietly, stroking her hair and pressing little kisses to her cheeks. And that works wonders! Until he starts humming one song in particular. Peach recognizes it as a favorite of his; he sang it to her while she was curled up on the bathroom floor months ago, unknowingly suffering her first bout of morning sickness. It seems like so long ago, and they've come so far, and now here they are — the sentimentality paired with an intense contraction makes her burst into tears. Mario may as well have just been shot. Actually that would probably hurt less.

✨ Daisy tries getting him to take a break, maybe step outside and get some fresh air, because she's never seen him look so distressed and it's honestly starting to worry her. So she makes the suggestion, and she hasn’t seen him look so offended since she desecrated his mother’s sacred Pizza Margherita recipe with thick slices of pineapple. Being at Peach's side is about the only thing he can do for her right now. Leaving her, even for a fraction of a second, would be unforgivable. “Okay,” Daisy relents, “just keep torturing yourself, dude.” He's keeping Peach calm for now, but if that changes, she figures she can just drag him outside herself.

✨ Luckily it never comes to that. As Peach becomes less and less consolable, Mario gets more and more focused... to the point where he gets outright bossy for her sake. He pretty much takes over half of the nurses' jobs, ordering anyone and everyone to get her a glass of water, get him a cold rag so he can wipe away her sweat and cool her off, get her some more pillows so there's less pressure on her back and the base of her spine. Hey, makes their jobs easier.

✨ "You're a badass, Peach Pit!" Daisy says at one point very near the end of the ordeal. "She's right you know," Mario tells Peach. It gets a laugh out of her for the first time in several hours. They absolutely high-five in victory.

✨ Peach immediately goes from inconsolable to overjoyed once their baby's in her arms. "It's okay," she shushes, kissing her still-crying daughter's dark hair, "it's okay, mommy's here. I love you so much." In contrast, Mario completely freezes up. It still hasn't processed yet, the fact that this is their little girl, the same one he's talked and sang and read to for the past several months. In his mind, she's still just a faceless entity, an almost metaphorical representation of his and Peach's love and their hopes for the future, except she's real, and she's always been real, and now she's here, and — and that's a lot to process when you've had one solid night's sleep in the past month.

✨ It doesn't really sink in until a bit later, when Daisy's helping Peach shower and get into fresh clothes and Mario's holding the baby, all swaddled in blankets after passing her health check with flying colors. She looks a lot like him, from her dark hair to the shape of her jaw — she may as well be Mario with a smaller nose — but it's not until she blinks sleepily up at him that it finally hits him. Those are Peach's eyes looking back at him. "Oh," he says, calmly, and then he's crying so hard he can hardly breathe.

✨ That's how Peach finds him when Daisy helps her back into the room: kissing and snuggling their daughter with a big smile and fat tears rolling down his face, babbling "Ti voglio bene! Papà ti vuole tanto bene!" to her softly. She thought she already loved him as much as one person can love another, yet here she is, falling even harder.

✨ As soon as Peach is settled in bed, Daisy rushes to find all of their loved ones so she can gather them up and give them the big news: "I'm already her favorite aunt! So suck it!" (That is, in fact, how everyone finds out it's a girl.)

✨ Peach and Mario are given some privacy to bond with their baby girl and decide whether they want any visitors or whether it would be best to let Peach rest; she holds her new daughter close, and he in turn holds her, full of reverence and praises. Peach has never been so sore and exhausted, yet she's never felt so peaceful. Everything is perfect in her world.

✨ Well, almost everything. "I want to see Toadsworth," she requests, her voice so hoarse from all the bawling and screaming that even those few words make her throat burn. But Mario kisses her gently, lingering for a moment before calling a nurse over to pass on her request, and she relaxes further into his hold with a dreamy sigh. Her husband is with her, their daughter is asleep in her arms, and her father will be here any moment to meet his granddaughter. Now everything is perfect.

[venture-through-the-mist]

Let’s Get Along, Even If Only for A Day

Operator Mag gets pulled into a very strange Rathuum. She finds herself enjoying it more than she would’ve thought

TW: None.

The fic begins under the cut. I hope y’all enjoy!

“He—No wait, that’s mine! Wha—“ I try to slap the hand away—a Grineer hand, I think—as it grabs at my weapons, roughly snatching the Nataruk slung across my back. I watch my squadmates, frowning as they seem to be rather unaffected by this, even as their weapons are taken as well.

“Chill, it’ll be fine. Here, you’ll be needing these.” I barely have time to turn towards the voice—a Volt—before two large objects are tossed my way. I catch one of them, a large gun, which is abnormally light. The hell kinda Rathuum is this? The other object, a bright orange ring, hits the ground and bounces a few meters away before falling onto its side. I walk over to collect it, mimicking the others as I place it around my Warframe’s waist. Suddenly, I hear Kela De Thaym, her voice projected over some sort of speaker.

“Hosers and Squirts, fill your weapons. Ah, stop complaining ya know ya love it.” I frown, my head tilting slightly as she slurs her words, her sentences stringing together as if they’re one. Why does she sound so…weird? I turn to the Volt, curious.

“Is she…okay?” They laugh.

“Yep. High as all hell, but she’s fine.” They turn to a nearby hole in the ground and I do the same. Some sort of liquid—is it acid? Some other toxic liquid?—suddenly starts spraying from it, and I jump back, startled. The others seem unfazed, and begin to remove the strange reservoirs from the tops of their guns, holding them towards the spray. I copy them, filling the cylinder before reattaching it to my gun. Still confused, I glance around as a whistle blows. 

“The fuck do I do with this?” This time, a Gauss responds.

“Same thing ya do with any gun: point and shoot. Good luck. Let’s get these fuckers.” With that, I notice a few Grineer Executioners running out into the arena, outfitted similarly to us, and my squad starts darting towards them. I notice a large, lumbering shape, quickly recognizing him. Executioner Nok. They’re a formidable opponent normally, and apprehension coils in my chest as I force myself towards them, not wanting to cower away from the unfamiliar combat. As I run, I misjudge a step, losing my footing for a moment as a spherical object rolls in front of me—what the hell is a floof doing on a battlefield?! That momentary misstep sends me right in Nok’s line of fire, and I wait for the stinging pain from whatever’s in the guns. But…nothing happens. The liquid bounces off of my Warframe, leaving a damp sheen behind, but it doesn’t start eating through the metal as I had expected.

“This is WATER?!” I accidentally shout, frozen in surprise. To my horror, not only do I hear a rasping laugh from my opponent, but the Volt shouts back, and I can just tell they’re smirking behind their mask.

“Yep! It’s meant to be fun! Relax!” I roll my eyes, glancing to Nok. They shrug, a pleased smirk on their face. They raise their gun again, but this time I’m prepared. I roll to the side, darting quickly around them—they’re slow, I remind myself, I can use that to my advantage—, and I finally aim the gun, pulling the trigger. A stream of water launches towards Nok, hitting its mark, leaving a splash of water right in the center of their chestplate. I stare in shock for a moment, as does my opponent, before they grumble, continuing towards me. I bound away, a laugh escaping me as I do so. Okay, this is fun. I dart around the arena, spraying the Grineer with water before quickly leaping away. Then, I notice a shape that’s smaller, quicker, than the others. Executioner Garesh, a former deserter with a seething hatred for the Tenno. I try to employ the tactics that have been working thus far, but he moves faster than I can shoot. Water splashes off of my Warframe as he lands shot after shot. I stumble backwards, finally falling into the shallow water beneath my feet. 

“Try not to do that, hm?” The Gauss—I still don’t really know who they are—sprints over, blocking Garesh’s escape route and hosing him down until he too tumbles to the ground. I jump to my feet, shooting back an indignant response.

“Yea, yea. Fuck off.” They laugh, and in a flash, they’re gone, already running to the other end of the arena. I smirk, propelling myself further into the center of the fray, where Executioners and Tenno alike dart and leap around, dodging streams of water. Kela’s voice shouts almost incoherently over the speakers every so often, though none of us really pay attention. I’m not keeping score, I don’t know if any of us are. Who cares who’s winning or losing? This is just fun. But, eventually all good things must come to an end, and that’s true of this strange ‘fight’ as well. The whistles sound, and a disgruntled voice echoes through the air.

“Bah! So you won this one. Best out of…how many have….” Kela trails off for a moment, before her enthusiasm is renewed, sending a shout through the arena that causes even her own Executioners to wince slightly.

“LET’S DO IT AGAIN, MEATSACKS!” An amused snort escapes me, and I hear a chuckle from one of my squadmates. 

“You all up for another round?” Three voices—including my own—respond enthusiastically.

“Hell yea, this is awesome.”

“Eh, sure. I don’t have anythin’ else going on.”

“Yep. Gotta show ‘em who’s boss somehow.” The joking tone from the Volt apparently reaches the ears of one of the Grineer, because before we can react, water splashes across their helmet. They laugh.

“Probably deserved that. I’m not wrong though!” A few slightly amused grumbles echo from the other group, though they busy themselves getting ready for the next round. We do the same, and for a moment, I just think about what’s happening. We’re…actually hanging out with the Executioners, a feat I’d never thought possible. I mean, not all of the Grineer want to kill us—the Steel Meridian and Kahl’s group prove that—, but the Executioners…well, there’s a reason they have that title. Kela hates us—well, I don’t actually think she likes most beings, but whatever—, and those who she chooses to be her subordinates generally share the sentiment. Maybe this gas leak isn’t a bad thing. I mean, sure, we’ll all go back to how it was once it’s fixed. But…maybe this shows that there could be a future where the Grineer and the Tenno get along. Probably not, a more cynical part of myself refutes. This is just one bright light in the middle of a blood-stained war that’s been going on for years. It would be stupid to think that a simple game can just…erase the tension and distrust and hatred from both sides. Yet, as the whistle blows to signal the start of the next round, as I bound towards the nearest Executioner, I find my mind wandering. If Kahl and the Meridian can work with us…A splash of water across my shoulder cuts off my thought, and I turn, quickly carrying out my revenge. Maybe we don’t need to think that far. For now, let’s just enjoy the moment.

[evilyn-is-gay]

Anyone want some cute/funny ass headcanons in my TSAMS Reality (reality shifting)?

Cuz here you go

Dazzle:

- I play with them and Jack, we’re like a legion of chaotic children (I keep them in check)

- We sometimes snuggle

- They taught me how to do a turnsie!

- They like pets (like on their head)

- They love it when I draw them (we have little drawing sessions, they have a really charming chibi style that a child would use)

- Sometimes steals my Therian tail and runs around with it

- I keep all the drawings they give me

Sun:

- Pansexual but is so fucking oblivious (EXAMPLE: Sun: Oh he has a neat design. Moon: … why are your fans whirring louder- Sun: What do you mean? Moon: It’s obvious you’re attra- Sun: Dramatic gasp and the whirring gets louder as his face heats up WHAAT??? NOOOO)

- Sits in the closet in his room to be covered in plushies when he needs to calm down

- Big squishy and plushie collection (Lets everyone borrow)

Moon:

- Aro/ace but MIGHT like men a little

- Bro listens to music to cope (me too bro 😔)

- Hyper fixated on science (and has since he discovered it while conjoined with Sun in the first year)

- Has a huge collection of fidget toys

- Sometimes he’s trying to explain something but he says it in his head or just says gibberish thinking we understand

- Has fictional ‘crushes’ but it’s just like ‘yo he’s hot I think’ and Sun goes ‘… what’

- Whenever he’s mad he walks into his room (or any room with a pillow/blanket) and screams into it and just comes back out like nothing happened (If he didn’t he would actually explode and start to stim aggressively) (EDIT: I love that this is canon now)

- Did actually enjoy having a tail as a furry but would never say it aloud

- Listens to that one song that used to play for intros to sleep

- His pupils get bigger when he’s excited like a cat (same with the opposite)

Lunar:

- His hyperfixation on bean bags is fading away and he desperately needs a new one (I want to get him to read fanfic)

- His hyperfixations over time are: Bean bags, plushies, LOL dolls, Trolls, Stars, Astrology, creepy pasta, cooking, art, phobias, Baldi’s basics, slime, and ASMR

- Listens to ASMR videos as he charges

- Forgets that not everyone is an animatronic sometimes and says things to kids that don’t make sense

- Will infodump about the weirdest shit (Last night i dreamed i was a bottle of ketchup ass shit)

- Steals my clothes and wears them around the house when he washes his (he just wears my sweaters and those donut pants I have)

- Even when he isn’t washing his clothes he sometimes wears my huge purple sweater thing

- His favorite types of ASMR are wood soups, slimes, and ones that ask questions like an interview

Earth:

- When in distress she floofs up her hair too much and it sticks out weird

- Has HUGE plushies she snuggles

- Has a habit of sticking her face into things that look soft

- loves stardew valley, Animal Crossing, and those Roblox games that are really aesthetically pleasing

- Mental disorders are her special interest/hyper fixation and she spouts it to me

- Her Roblox character is stunning and looks beautiful, she worked on it for a while

- Plays along with ASMR Roleplays

- Tingle immune 😔

- Talks to a Monty plushie when she’s upset, another coping mechanism she picked up

Solar:

- Doesn’t understand some pop culture references due to being isolated by his Moon

- Finds this universe Monty as a significant upgrade to his

- Draws himself as a human

- Amazing at art like holy shit (style is sorta like all the thumbnail artists mixed together)

- Has Aphantasia (BECAUSE I DO AND I NEED REP)

- This has happened → Moon: Hey Solar, have you seen Candice? | Solar: … Who’s Candice..? | Sun: MOON NO. | Moon: CANDICE DI- (Solar slapped him in the face afterwards)

Bloodmoon:

- has been high (I will not elaborate)

Castor:

- “Lunar, what’s a ‘skibidi rizz’?” *COMPLETELY DEADPAN AND MONOTONE*

There’s other characters but these are fun/cute ones 😭😭😭

I know these aren’t canon (a lot of the stuff in general in these aren’t canon and have been debunked) but I don’t care and they’re still part of this so fuck you

[sparkles-rule-4eva]

Welcome to ma blog! 💙 (+ Links Masterpost)

Quick introduction to me -

Name: Sparkles ✨

Gender: female 🩷

Birthday: Oct. 26 🧡

chronic Sonic fanatic 😜💙

✅ What you can expect to find here:

pretty much everything Sonic 🤣

Wholesome Sonic & Tails Wednesday contributions: art, fics, screenshots, etc. 💙💛

random screenshots from something in the franchise accompanied by me happily screeching/ranting about it

Sonamy things 💙🩷 (and occasionally from some of my other ships, like Knuxouge and Tailsmo)

reblogs of Sonic stuff from other people

my fanart

my fics (they're also on AO3, I'll leave links down below)

Sonic Cinematic Universe stuff

Sonic IDW stuff

Sonic Prime stuff

Sonic Boom stuff

(yeah)

CHAOS 😈

❌ What you WON'T find here:

complaints

hate posts

politics

inappropriate anything

(I TRY to avoid reblogging things with swear words, but sometimes the post is too good overall or something so there might be an occasional one. There won't be any in my own original posts, though)

This is my space to have a fun time with moots and the Sonic fandom! 💙

Socials -

Instagram

YouTube

Cara

DeviantArt

AO3

Speaking of art, I will occasionally take ✨ REQUESTS! ✨ I won't officially open commissions till sometime in 2026, but until then, if you want a doodle of something (Sonic related ofc), just drop an ask in the guacamole box! Terms apply, like nothing inappropriate and no weird ships and/or ships I don't support, but in general, y'know. 💙

Links to my fics:

"Toddlers are harder than one would expect" - in which Sonic comes to realize that he's all but adopting this little fox that started following him, even though he barely has a clue what he's doing.

"Sonic Frontiers - Anything for Them" - in which Sonic's absolute dedication and love for his friends — even to the point of death — is explored as he scales the towers on Rhea Island.

"Foxes Go Floof" - in which Tails goes poof and Sonic thinks it's the funniest thing.

"Comfort in a Thunderstorm" - in which Sonic and Tails experience a thunderstorm for the first time and talk about their fears.

"Girl Talk" - in which Sonic and Tails talk about Amy, and Sonic's confusing friendship/relationship with her.

"Sonic's Weird Napping Places" - in which Sonic naps in weird places and his friends find him in said weird places.

"From 'Friends' to 'Parents'" - in which Sonic Wachowski comes to realize that Tom & Maddie are his parents, not just his friends, through the screen-to-text version of two actual scenes plus a new scene or two.

"Sonic Frontiers - Calm After the Storm" - in which Sonic and Tails — both exhausted after the events of Sonic Frontiers — take care of one another.

"Wachowski Family One-shots" - a collection of one-shots centering around the Wachowski family: Tom, Maddie, Knuckles, Sonic, and Tails.

"Healing Hugs" (Sonic Prime) - in which Tails tries to understand what happened with Sonic in the cave, and offers the simple comfort of a hug.

"Brothers' Night" - in which Sonic drags Tails away from his work to have a fun night together with no screens.

"The Darkness Within" (Sonic X) - in which Sonic guiltily reflects on his actions as Dark Sonic, and Tails sits with him, comforting him without knowing what happened.

"Sonic vs. Tails - The Ultimate April Fools Battle" - in which Sonic and Tails spend the entirety of April 1st locked in an all-day prank war.

"Enchanted" - a Sonamy AU, strangers to lovers, slow burn 💙🩷

(will update this as I write more)

"Tom's First (official) Father's Day" - in which Sonic faces the second Father's Day he's faced since getting adopted by the Wachowskis, and is determined to make this one better after last year's awkwardness.

"Fevers Can't Ruin Birthdays" - in which it's Tails's birthday and Sonic tries to give him a perfect day, but comes down with the flu instead. (basically the plot of Frozen Fever lol)

Dats about it! 💥

[crissiebaby]

Bab Rats: Chapter 3

DISCLAIMER: This POV story contains diaper usage, humiliation, masturbation/diaper sex, gender transformation, breastfeeding, and other ABDL themes. I hope you enjoy!

Commissioned By: Strawberry

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*SCRATCH! SCRATCH!*

As the hours ticked away inside the nursery and their first day of testing drew to a close, an uncomfortable itch began to arise on Sam’s diaper region. No doubt it was the fault of the failed smell-proof powder. Squirting a liberal amount of baby lotion into his hand, he shivered as the cooling cream was quickly soaked up by his irritated skin. His only solace was that the stink from the powder had finally worn off, though that was barely a consolation prize.

If only Sam’s itchy butt was his only present ailment, his first day of “work” may not have been so bad. Sadly, the baby powder was only the beginning. Beyond a prickly pelvic region, he had to contend with teeth that were ringing from gel-covered soother he’d been forced to gnaw on and with a distressingly warm, full-body onesie that was allegedly supposed to be temperature-controlled. Clearly, CrissBaby would be heading back to the drawing board for this product as evident by the beads of sweat covering his face.

At least Sam had company in his misery as Hanna wasn’t fairing much better than her male counterpart. Sitting on the edge of her crib with her head in her hands, she was struggling through a hypnosis-induced headache that put the term “crown of thorns” to shame. She never would’ve believed it possible to overdose on hypno files, and yet here she was, reeling as a result of one of her favorite kinks. It was all she could do to sip at the bottle of clear, strawberry-tasting liquid she’d been given to wash away her tongue’s bright orange discoloration after sucking on an experimental, flavored binky for half the day.

Looking over his shoulder at Hanna, Sam considered asking if Hanna wanted to do anything with him to pass the time. He’d been playing with a set of toy cars on a cartoonish cityscape rug. It wasn’t the most riveting of activities but it was something. However, based on Hanna’s agonized expression, he decided to leave well enough alone for now and go back to playing by himself. He toddled back to the set of cars he had scattered across the play mat and sat down with a heavy *FLOOF!* emitting from his diaper. The puffy noise and tiny poof of baby powder that emerged from his leg holes caused him to giggle softly.

“Whatcha chuckling about?” said Hanna, catching Sam’s faint laughter from across the room. Wanting to break past her migraine and enjoy herself a little now that they were no longer on the clock, she scooted her butt off the crib mattress and crawled over to Sam on her hands and feet. She was a baby, after all; a thought that brought a smile to her face.

Unfortunately, Hanna’s innocuous question came at an inopportune time considering the embarrassing subject Sam was laughing about. He shrunk away from his nursery mate and focused on the cars in his hands, responding defensively, “J-Just something I remembered from the other day.”

Shrugging her shoulders, Hanna had no reason to believe Sam was fibbing to save face. Instead, her attention turned to the objects that were in Sam’s hands. She wanted to join him and maybe get to know him more but was a little weary about whether she should intrude on her skittish roommate’s solo play session considering how anxious and standoffish he’d been thus far. “Do you mind if I play next to you?” she asked, hoping the offer to do adjacent activities rather than a collective one would ease Sam’s nerves.

“Um…sure, that’s fine,” said Sam, suppressing a shy smile as Hanna snagged a few cars from the far side of the rug and began driving them through the felt-covered streets. It looked like he’d be getting some playtime with Hanna anyway despite his prior cowardice, “Also, sorry if I don’t talk much while we play. I’m not used to being around…other people while in Little Space.” This was partially true as the more pressing reason was his anxiety about being around members of the opposite sex, especially when it came to someone as pretty as Hanna.

Luckily, Hanna didn’t think anything of Sam’s fib with her spacey mind still under the influence of a half-dozen hypno tracks. That wasn’t to say her mind was vacant. Far from it, in fact, as she’d been wanting to say something to Sam since being left alone for the night by their testing overlords. “Hey, so…I know you’re still getting used to…well…me. But I just wanted to tell you that, for what it’s worth, I’m happy that you’re here. I’m not sure I’d be able to sleep alone in this massive nursery tonight without you,” she said, blushing over her own sentimentality.

“Same here,” responded Sam quickly in a strive to sound relatable. Sure, he had yet to get used to Hanna’s presence in general, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t a welcome presence, “Pretty certain I’d go crazy if I was stuck in here by myself.”

“Well, take comfort that if you do lose your marbles, I’m sure CrissBaby will still find a way to put its property to good use,” said Hanna, sharing a chuckle with Sam at their company’s expense. It was strange to them to view themselves as pieces of property but there was no denying the truth in Hanna’s statement.

Sitting up slightly in his cross-legged position, the easy conversation allowed Sam to inch out of his shell. “Beats working two part-time jobs, that’s for damn sure,” he said, absentmindedly crashing the cars in his hands together as his focus centered squarely on Hanna.

“Beats going back to my old life,” said Hanna, her smile faltering at the tail end of her sentence. She hadn’t meant to dampen the mood but now that it had been spoken, there was no getting around the obvious dread that both she and Sam felt when remembering the lives they left behind for the Bab Rats Program.

A deafening silence radiated between Hanna and Sam for the next couple of minutes with both attempting to push any intrusive thoughts to the back of their minds. Eventually, Sam could no longer take the tension, forcing him to fake a yawn. “I think I’m ready to go hit the hay. I barely slept last night so I’m too pooped to stay up,” he said, stretching his arms out wide to help sell his yawn.

“Yeah, I think I’m right there with you,” said Hanna, setting the car in her hands aside and turning over to her hands and knees, “I’ll see you tomorrow, Sam. Nite nite.”

Waving back at Hanna meekly, Sam could already feel his anxiety letting off as he and Hanna gained distance from each other. “Have a good night,” he said, letting down his crib bars and crawling into bed. The yawn may have been faked but the heaviness he felt as soon as his head made contact with his pillow was all too real. His final thoughts as his mind drifted off were of Hanna and wanting to get over his introverted nature for her sake. Setting his mind toward being a better colleague and friend, he was determined that tomorrow would be different.

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*CREAK! CREAK! CREAK!*

“MMMMMMMM!”

Waking up to the sounds of a squeaky crib pair with an overtly sexual moan, Sam’s eyes shot open, confused and slightly annoyed by all the early morning activity. His annoyance dissipated abruptly, however, as he rose his head up to spot the source of the abrasive noises. “Hanna, can you please keep it…down?” he said, his tired brain taking several seconds to process that she was in the midst of humping a set of pillows that had been lovingly stacked between her thighs. He averted his gaze the moment he recognized what she was doing, “GAH! I’m s-so, so sorry! I didn’t mean-”

“Please…help…” mumbled Hanna in between heavy breaths. She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth and bit down, hoping to dull the burning sensation in her loins, even if only marginally, “...I’m…so horny…I-I just…want…to cum…” Losing herself to the mind-numbing euphoria that was racking her body, she began to laugh and cry simultaneously.

Spurred to full consciousness by Hanna’s horny distress, Sam leaped out of his crib and rushed over to his fellow Bab Rat’s bedside, unable to suppress the scarlet hue that stretched across his cheeks. Having zero clue how to help Hanna come down from her pleasure high, he knew there was only one person to turn to. “I-I’ll go get Dr. Madrigal,” he said, abandoning his extremely titillated roommate and sprinting to the other side of the nursery, “Um, hello? Is  anyone in there?” He frantically waved both arms around in front of the viewing glass in hopes of getting anyone to respond.

*CRACKLE!*

Mercifully, the static of the loudspeaker turning on sounded off throughout the nursery, followed shortly by the familiar voice of Dr. Isla Madrigal, “Good morning, Sam. Perfect timing, by the way. I was about to call you over to ask about the onesie.”

“The onesie?” said Sam, momentarily forgetting his testing duties; an easy feat given the pressing situation, “N-No, it’s Hanna! She’s…well…see for yourself.” He stepped aside and gestured back toward Hanna’s crib where the involuntary, erotic display was taking place.

A moment of silence passed before Dr. Madrigal’s voice once again echoed out of the speaker system, “Oh, I promise you, Sam, there’s nothing to worry about. This is simply the result of one of the audio files Hanna was treated to yesterday. Without reinforcement, it’ll wear off on its own…eventually.” A light chuckle could briefly be heard before the mic cut out.

Needless to say, Sam was furious, both for Hanna’s sake and his own. He didn’t like having his legitimate concerns disregarded so frivolously. He opened his mouth to speak, ready to let Dr. Madrigal have a piece of his mind. Unfortunately, his timing couldn’t have been worse as he failed to get out so much as a single word before Dr. Madrigal took control of the conversation. “Actually, this will work in our favor. We have a selection of AB-style vibrators that could use some further tests,” she said, prompting someone in a hazmat suit to enter the nursery carrying a box fixed to the brim with buzzy toys, “Now, Sam, the onesie?”

Rolling his eyes, Sam was in disbelief over the neglect that the CrissBaby Diaper Company and Dr. Madrigal were currently demonstrating. Had he been a bolder person, he would’ve been screaming at this quack of a doctor over such blatant mistreatment. Knowing that little would likely come from arguing further, he sighed and relented, “I’ve been sweating all night so no, it doesn’t work,” he said, offering up the most menial answer possible to get his assessment over with, “Also, my butt still itches from the-”

“Perfect, thank you, Sam,” said Dr. Madrigal, completely ignoring Sam’s latter sentence in favor of proceeding with the next test, “Next on the docket, we only have one test for you this morning so you’ll get to relax as soon as it's over.”

A second hazmat entered the room and approached Sam with a metal tray in hand. Atop the tray were a set of two vials: one with R201 written on it containing a light blue liquid, and another with green liquid that was labeled R202. “Start with R201,” stated Dr. Madrigal clinically as if she no longer viewed Sam as human. She must’ve sensed his hesitation as she pointedly continued, “This is what you signed up for, Sam.”

Of the countless things Sam wanted to yell about, that was the one thing he couldn’t refute. He signed his name on the same dotted line that Hanna had. There was no fighting what Dr. Madrigal had said. He was a Bab Rat now, for better or worse. “Gimme that,” he said with a pout, snatching the vial containing the blue serum off the tray. It was his only test, anyway. He may as well get it over with, “Bottoms up, I guess.”

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18+ only! Sexual themes, Sub Homelander, collar, and panty kink, language, and drug use.

My Masterpost

Homelander

@chocolate-floof

Part Two: Listen To Me

“Look at you.” The collar tugged on his neck, pulling him forward until you could nip the tip of his nose. “Such a good boy.” 

He’s wearing blue and black silk panties. The image of the silk sticking to his cock where his come dampened the front causes sharp sparks of pleasure to zap beneath his skin. He keeps his fingers tucked into the back of the panties, tugging them tight against his hips. 

You’re sitting on your couch, laid back, tapping your chin as you look him over. 

He wishes you’d be nude. 

He wishes you’d let him touch you. 

“Don’t you look pretty, baby boy?” Heat floods his face, down his chest to tingle in the pit of his stomach. “Even better with that red flush.” You swiveled to set your feet on the floor and beckon him closer. 

“What do you say, Johnny?.” 

“I—I look pretty.” He stutters, his cock twitching again. 

You eye him before shaking your head. Your fingers feel warm when they smear his mess. “A pretty, dirty boy.” You scoop your fingers, his come dripping, and his mouth falls open when you push your fingers inside. 

He moans, eyes closing, tongue circling your fingers. His cock aches, thighs straining, and when he whimpers, you hook a finger into the collar around your neck. 

“There is more to clean” You tug, knocking him forward until he rests against your knees, “and Good boys clean up their messes.” 

Your eyebrow lifts. 

John, with a shaking hand, swipes up more and more, moaning as it sours on his tongue. Your knuckles push against Adam’s apple, the leather collar stiff on his neck. He tilts his head forward, letting your knuckle push deeper, the leather stretching to its limits. 

You chuckle then coo at him, “Look at you. Messy boy wrapped up in silk, and come.” You’ve tilted your chin up looking down at him. 

His body trembles with the need to touch you, to kiss, to fuck himself inside of you.

“My selfish boy.” You let go of the collar.

The drag of air in his lungs sinks him deeper, legs spreading more, head resting on your thigh as he goes boneless.

You’ve painted him in shades of sunny blue that hang above his head in a cloudless sky. It bleeds into the comfort of pink clouds flickering behind his eyes. Your thigh against his cheek is the softest pillow he’s known. 

The soft racing of your heart. 

Calm. 

Collected. 

You have The Homelander at your feet, and not once has he smelled fear seeping through your pores or a race of your heart when he stands close to you. 

Everyone else in his life fears him, ready to ask how high when he says jump. 

It brings him the rush of power but leaves him empty. 

He wants more. 

He wants a challenge. 

He thought his greatest challenge would be Sage, but she’s proven incompetent. 

He felt shame when he told her to go, but he felt gratified that she tucked her tail and left.

That she left. 

Sage is the smartest person in the world.

She’d be the one to see through him. 

Only you’re allowed to see those parts of him. 

His mind wanders long enough to doze, eyes heavy; limbs turned jello.

He wonders if you’d do what Firecracker did for him.

Would you fill your chest with milk? Let it leak from your nipples and hold him as he suckles from you.

He’d never let go if you did. 

He’d stay in your lap forever, listening to you coo at him, calling him your beautiful, selfish boy as he takes more. When you run out, he’ll move to the other side, and use his teeth to bring droplets to the surface where he’ll lap them up. 

Hearing your voice, the warmth of it flowing through his veins as he suckles and rocks in your arms is what heaven is.

He could make you. 

“Come here, Johnny.” You rise, holding out a hand to help him up. 

Not that he needs it, but when you’re looking at him like that, he knows a bath is coming. Having you lead him to the bathroom and lavish his skin with attention helps bring him back to a smooth surface; one breath at a time.

The tub fills with steaming water, fogging the mirror and dampening the room. 

He groans when he peels his panties off. It makes him tremble, hoping you’ll help slip them from his feet. 

There’s no reaction, no bending knees or fluttering hands. You simply stand beside him, one hand testing the water, and wait. 

He steps in. 

The burning water loosens his muscles. If they ached the water would drain it away. 

“Hand me the cup, baby boy.” 

He grabs the black plastic cup.

You wrote his name on it, John, in strong white lettering. You clean him with the cup tips against his forehead, a small mouth helping it run over his hair. 

He waits for it. 

“I’m going to clean you up, Johnny. Let you rest before you fly away from me.” 

I don’t want to. He thinks with dragging, slurring words in his mind.   

You pour twice over his head, rivulets spilling down his shoulders. You follow the water with six sure pulls through his hair. 

After, you reach for a washcloth. Water drips from it after you wet it.

“Over your eyes.” 

The shampoo smells of milk and honey. 

You picked it out for him. 

He didn’t even tell you to. 

The cloth darkens the room, touch and sound tumbling to the forefront. Your fingers are strong in his hair, massaging the shampoo into his scalp. When you wash it away, it washes the stray thoughts that clog his mind.

All he focuses on is the swipe of your hands, the tug of your fingers. He feels cleaner already, washed free of everyone else. 

He whimpers when you take the cloth away. 

The smell of coconut oil soothed his rising panic.

You scrub over his raising goosebumps across his skin.

The water has cooled. You drain a little and turn the water back on. You refill the tub until it dances with the lip.

He feels the drag of the cloth over his chest, his sensitive nipples, dipping into his belly button then down and between his legs. 

It’s perfunctory. Repeated patterns keep him steady. You clean his cock around his balls and then further down his legs. 

You wiped between his toes when reaching his feet, repeating the process. When your hand moves further back between his legs, he lets out a sigh. 

You should bathe him every night. 

He should be warm, safe, and content like this every day. What if he brought you with him? Keep you tied up in his room until he’s ready to be your selfish boy again. 

No, he blinks the thought away. That’d be dangerous.

What if someone hears your voice, the timber of it clawing into their emotions and twisting them to your wants and needs? 

You’re powerful. 

He knows this, has known it from the moment he shook your hand.

At first, he was terrified.

The look in your eyes read I Bite in neon letters. Then you smiled at him, pumped his hand once, and spoke your name. 

The wisps of your voice tickled at his mind, opening up his chest, but the force of mind control didn’t pull at his brain. 

It simply sunk deeper, beneath his skin, velvet, smooth. You were talking to him, mouth moving, eyes dancing with amusement but all he could feel was that bubble of excitement in his stomach. 

“I’m an artist.” The words were orange, painting over his skin in sunlight. “I also write.” He didn’t care, but he asked what you wrote. When you kept talking, he thought of using you.

“Call me emotional.” You smiled. 

He cocked a brow at you. “And what does that mean?” 

Your smile turned salacious, hand still squeezing his. He realized he didn’t want you to let go. Your hand tingled in his — your voice sweeter than sugar and thicker than syrup.

Homelander decided he wanted it to himself.

“I’m going to keep you.” 

Another sharp smile, “I hope so, baby boy.” 

That’d been it. 

He was hooked.

He’d lifted you into his arms when he dragged you into his room.

You pouted when he sat you down, prepared to strip himself of his suit until you shook your head. 

“No,” Your hand cupped his cheek, “No, Baby, that’s not what you want from me.” 

You were his. 

He was yours. 

You guided him out of the bath, drying his feet after the water drained away and laid a towel down for him to step on. The towels heated, and soft, sweeping across his skin in broad movements. 

You start with his hair, making him laugh when you shake his head. 

His chest is next, but you avoid his nipples and focus on wiping away the dripping water. Moving down his legs, between his thighs, and further until you start over.

Once finished, he stretches to feel the tight pull of dry skin. 

“Lotion or oil?”

He looks down to see himself softly between his legs. “Lotion.” 

Your eyes squint with a smile, “Go lay down, Sweet boy. I’ll be there in a moment.” 

You have candles all over your house.

Some line the island, and several decoration shelves. 

His favorites are the ones in your bedroom.

They make him think of tight hugs or burning skin contact. Sometimes if he closes his eyes and breathes he tastes milkshakes on a sunny day. 

It amazes him how you’re able to create an atmosphere of comfort. 

The smell of weed lingers beneath it all, but he’s come to associate it with the blissed-out expression on your face. 

He wonders if you’ll do wax play with him the next time he’s here. Tie him to the bed, stretching his arms out. The illusion that he’s held down for your amusement. The wax will burn on his chest, and sting along his ribs. He loves feeling the molten heat on his thighs until it hardens. 

He’ll tell you what he wants. 

Maybe. 

“Thank you, Johnny.” Your voice comes in like a breeze blowing away the seeds of his thoughts. He pushes the pillow further under his head before letting his arms lay at his side. 

Your thighs squeeze around his waist when you settle on top of him. 

There’s slick lotion coating your fingers when you press the palm of your hand into his back. 

He feels the scrape of your nails, dull pressure points where you scratch his spine to knead at his shoulders.

You put effort into massaging him, doing your best to make him feel the pressure. 

It makes you squeeze your thighs around him — playing to the illusion you’re holding him down. 

When you tie him up, it plays into the fantasy.

His legs spread and chained, arms pulled taut and hanging him from the ceiling. 

He could break free, but knowing that you want him to stay put, to let you do as you please makes his brain fuzzy. His body melts like butter until he’s soaking into the safe place inside his mind. 

Your thumbs knead the muscles down his left arm, following the lines down to his feet then up his right. 

It helps him focus on letting his muscles drop, feeling them. He notices the weight of them once more.

He shivers when you ghost your fingers over the small of his back. 

You murmur soft praises, good boys, and how beautiful he looks like this. 

He eats them up and fuels himself with the devotion you give him. 

Your voice is his ichor, the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted, and he intends to drink more. 

“Talk to me, baby.” 

His head is clearing of clouds. 

Your knees tighten around his hips, helping guide you up and down as you trace his back. 

“The other day, Ryan taught me one of those video games he plays.” They’d sat in the living room, four controllers shattered between them. Ryan laughed during the entire game, calling ‘Go Dad’ anytime he won.

“Yeah, did you beat him?” 

“A few times. We played those Mario games. I enjoyed it. Ryan plays as the frog.” 

He feels your weight shift until you have his calf held over your lap and kneaded the muscles. “I’ve never liked video games, to be honest.” 

He hums, the clouds dissipating, and the warm feeling reeling back into his chest, “I didn’t think I’d be interested, but the kid persuaded me.”

You dropped between his left leg to pull the right one onto your lap. “How’s his training going? Was it for the special or - I can’t remember?” 

Another shift and he feels you push at his side until he rolls over. “Hand me that.” You point above his head and he sees your tin resting on the shelf above.

The tin opens with a snick. You pull a half-smoked roll out and bring it to your lips. 

He expects you to grab the lighter. Instead, you look at him, eyebrow cocked, “Want to show off?” 

He burned the tip, feeling his stomach swoop when you smiled at him. 

The cherry burns.

He wants your lips around him. 

“Will I see you tomorrow?” You draw a line around his right nipple and up to his collar. “You’ve needed me a lot.” 

He shivers under your touch. “I forgot you don’t watch the news.” 

“My world is right here.” You take another drag; this one is deep, drawing in your lungs with an arch of your back. 

He keeps his hands at his side when they jerk to reach out for you. When you breathe in another long drag, he thinks about ripping your lungs out.

You reach up to smudge it out.

Your shirt brushes over his nose, and he breathes you in, weed, vanilla, and sweat. 

A heavy scent clinging to your skin. 

Pure you. 

You smiled, stroking a finger down his cheek before sitting back down. “The only time I care about another Supe is when you’re on your knees.” 

You move off him, resting on the other pillow with open arms, “Let’s bring you back, Baby.”

The clasp of the collar releases. 

He closes his eyes.

-

You open the door, joint dry, sticking to your lips. Did you order something and forget? 

The person at your door isn’t a delivery person. 

“Hello.” You take a hit. 

“Hello.” She smiles, brow arching. Her eyes are deep, inky pools.

You feel the curiosity tickling inside her chest. Ambition fills her up — it’s rushing in her veins. 

And there, deep in her heart, is a heated contempt that fills her lungs. 

“You’re Sage.” 

“I’m glad you know who I am.” 

She ignores the cloud of smoke. Her smile never strays, her back still straight, and the pride in her mind glows. “You’re Passion.” 

“That’s what they call me.”

“I propose an idea.” The joint burns when you suck it in. The smoke chokes you, burning down your neck before sticking to your lungs. 

“Yeah?” She shifts, a slither of anger like a snake in her veins. It wraps around her body, moving between her ribs.

“You want to keep Homelander happy, right?” 

Another cloud of smoke. 

The sky darkens.

She’s the reason John had sunk deep today.

“Who says that?” 

A light turned on in her eyes, excitement bubbling to the surface. You feel it crash over her in a wave. “Homelander is slipping.” She chose her words, letting them roll out with careful pauses. “And it became noticeable that he disappears every few days.”

There’s a plan. 

If you could dig deeper, you’d be able to feel your way to the truth. Instead, you focus on the buzz of smoke settling in your body and the canvas you’re working on drying in the living room. “Do I have to go now?” 

Sage shakes her head, “Preferably, but I’m willing to wait. Although I won’t be leaving until you’re ready.” 

You stub the joint out and leave it on the windowsill. “Alright, come in.”

[goldenteaset]

14, 25 and 26 for Cammy and Belial

12 and 14 for Vash and Rose :3

Thanks anon! :D From these asks here.

14. What’s something that usually gets [Belial] in the mood?

I'd like to say "Belial is more restrained than one would think", but on the other hand the idea of him being insatiably into Cammy sounds amazing...

To be more specific, I think he'd be into both how she looks in clothes he made for her (or at his most straightforward, her bending over :3), and how much she gets into collecting plushies, reading and writing. He'd need to be careful not to interrupt her calming time, though!

25. Do you and your f/o hold hands while making love? How tightly do they hold onto you?

/)///(\ Hehehe...they do, though Cammy likes Belial to use his hands a lot, so he makes sure he has one hand free at all times. Since he's a Primarch and thus much stronger than a mortal, he holds Cammy tight enough to feel cherished but not enough to really hurt.

He keeps trying to convince Cammy to hold him tightly, "Really sink your nails into me", but it's an uphill battle at the moment. ^^;

26. What’s your f/o’s stamina like? Do they last long or finish quickly? Can they go for multiple rounds?

The Primarch of Cunning has no refractory periods! >:D He likes to stretch out the pleasure as long as possible anyway, so he and Cammy can go for hours if need be. (Cammy herself does need breaks every now and then, so Belial has to catch himself from going overboard if he's enjoying himself too much.)

12. Your favourite body part of your f/o? Their favourite part of yours?

;v; Rose adores Vash's eyes! Green is a rare color in Gunsmoke, so every time he looks her way she can't help but stare...and then pretend she didn't.

Vash is a simple man. He sees fluffy cat ears and a tail and wants to pet them and bury his face in the floof!

14. What’s something that usually gets [Vash] in the mood?

When Rose gives him orders and praises him. :3 There's nothing he loves more than being her good boy, always happy to help. Lucky for him, Rose enjoys it just as much! Depending on how worried she is for him, she might hide it at first. (And get scritches at his nape, it's an instant "needy puppy button" for him~!)

[catscraftsandcommentary]

I need someone to give Ciri (or Jaskier, or BOTH) a Great Pyrenees puppy. Or two.

...one each, I think, or possibly TWO each.

First, because Pyr puppies are RIDICULOUSLY CUTE and MADE OF FLOOF and you know that Ciri and Jask would absolutely be unable to resist (and Geralt WOULD NOT be able to resist their sad, pleading, puppy -heh- eyes)

(This is a friend's pup, when he was 9 weeks. He was a CLOUD crossed with a TEDDY BEAR who only wanted to LICK YOUR FACE 100/10 would love forever)

(He is still a cloud crossed with a teddy bear who only wants to lick your face, but he is now *M*U*C*H* *L*A*R*G*E*R* A++ lap full body dog)

Tell me you don't want to see witchers playing with giant fluffy dogs and gleefully wrestling them and also giving Geralt SO MUCH SHIT about collecting his own pack of white wolves (Jaskier 100% makes a song about the White Wolf and his tiny white pups before they have even LEFT THE KENNELS, it is a wild hit at Kaer Morhen and gains new stanzas almost as quickly as Ciri's Goose Trick song. Soon Jaskier teaches them to howl in chorus. It's painfully cute.)

Do not ask where they get them, I'm gonna handwave and say it's the Accidental Warlord AU, someone sends the pups as tribute (or offers them while everyone is on the Progress) and Ciri takes one look and falls in love.

Also, with all that thick fur, they'd love playing in snow. They're supposed to be very sweet, affectionate, and gentle to their families and family's friends, but also fiercely protective and intelligent. (They were originally sheep dogs!)

In among the puppies' socialization and training (protect Ciri and Jask! Be nice to Witchers! Don't bite the horses or geese!), I bet one of the Cranes looks at the rapidly growing dogs and ponders "y'know, they could probably pull a sled if you put 'em in a harness."

And then everyone was VERY glad that Ciri is a budding sorceress and therefore able to portal out of/shield herself during imminent sled crashes.

Also, all the jokes ever about the dogs chasing various Cats around the keep, or sniffing them out and baying at them wanting affection, or chasing toys they've tossed.

The first time they shed, Ciri saves their fur and spins it into yarn. It becomes a favorite of hers.

[silverefflux]

Like Flowers

Chapter 2 of my König x Fem!OC fic, Rush

See Chapter List

Photo by Mike B

Summary: König visits someone very, very special.

Warning: BRING ON THE ANGST then smol floof, mentions of physical and verbal abuse, bullying, mental illness

A/N: Using my fanon name, Dominik, for König here. Also using Horangi's real name, Hong-jin. Idk I feel like I only want to use their call signs if they have their masks on and are in battle mode. And sorry for the Google translated German.

. . .

Quand vous souriez // Libor Kolman

Dominik pulls his car to a stop in front of a humble brick home. It was filled with brightly colored flowers that gave the place a very cozy look—like a poster example of what a home would look like. Part of him wanted to stay in his car, or maybe just drive off and call it a day, but he collected himself with one deep breath.

And another.

And another.

Once he’s pushed most of the nerves aside, he nods to himself and steps out of the vehicle at a careful pace.

Softly, he knocked on the light wood door decorated with stained glass panels. A lady of short stature answers the door with a gentle smile.

“Hallo Dominik, early as always,” she whispers. The wrinkles beside her eyes bore the quiet joy of welcoming back someone familial. While she kept the door open only enough for her face to peek out, Dominik could hear the sound of people singing to a guitar from inside.

He responded with a timid smile. “Always.”

The woman, Frau Schmidt, opened the door further to allow Dominik into the home. After closing the door as silently as she could, she gestured at him to follow her into the short hallway, into the common room where the singing came from. It was filled with contrasting purples, greens, and reds that somehow harmonized with the wood on some of the furniture and fixtures. On the sides there were small ornaments and paintings.

Frau Schmidt and Dominik stayed behind the corner separating the hallway and the common room. There he watched a group of elderly people sitting in chairs arranged in a circle. They were singing along to a mellow hymn led by a man who sat among them, playing a guitar and wearing the same uniform as Frau Schmidt.

“She’s still very active with our Sunday service. Sie kennt immer noch alle Texte. And every time family is brought up, she still thinks she’s on holiday and ‘her husband and kids will pick her up’,” she whispers to Dominik, who only let out a short breath and a smile as his mind was occupied watching one of the elderly women in the circle. She wore a delicate blue sweater and brown knitted trousers, with her hair in a gray curly bob.

Dominik slightly leaned his head down and looked at Frau Schmidt. “Darf ich Mama zum Mittagessen ausführen?” he asked, then returned his gaze back to the lady in the circle.

“Natürlich,” she responded fondly, her heart warm over the idea of someone’s son being so thoughtful despite a hectic work schedule.

“You may wait in the garden until service is finished. After that, we’ll call you into her room to say hello, ja?” she detailed.

“I hope she doesn’t panic like last time,” he sighed.

The head nurse looked at him with her lips forming a line, concealing a sorry expression. “She’ll do well when she sees you now, that I’m sure.”

He then discreetly but hastily made his way out through a sliding door with a signage that read “Garten”. There, he sat on one of the benches amidst a pool of flower beds and raised seedling boxes, and recounted his turbulent home life.

A father who frequently hurt her mother until he eventually left for Germany. A mother who coped with the loss by despising her only son for “looking like his dad”. The social anxiety diagnosis did not help winning his mother’s affection back at all.

Since then, he spent much of his hours outdoors to keep from the noise, though it wasn’t helpful that everyone in town knew about his family life. He supposed he would've had an older sister to protect her from the other kids who would tease him, but she was always away. He learned to stand up for himself, and in the rough fights on the village streets, he found an unintended talent.

Eventually, his sister ran off, so it was only him and his mother until he had to go through military service, but he continued to pursue it as a career anyway, intending to do extremely well so he would never have to come back to their house again.

But when he got a call at work about his mother wandering around the market with no memory of her name, her address, and no other next-of-kin bothering to respond, he reluctantly stepped back into her life.

“Herr Brunner? Sie können nach oben kommen.” a different staff member called his attention from the garden entrance, breaking his train of thought.

Upon getting the go-signal to see his mother, he stood up and followed the staff up towards the row of rooms until they reached one of the units. He felt his heart beating a little more rapidly, but he did his best to stay calm and push the worries over his mother’s response aside. They knock, and Frau Schmidt answers the door, welcoming them in.

“Frau Brunner, Sie haben Besuch,” she calls out. Dominik’s mother looked over at them and sighs in relief, then walked over to Dominik.

"Oh gut, bist du die neue Wache?” she excitedly asked Dominik.

He kept his hands clasped below him, casting short glances at the other staff members just to make sure everyone is on the same page, then replied with a nod, “Ja, guten Tag.”

She was glad to hear of this, much to everyone’s relief. She then proceeds to tell Dominik about an intruder she saw climbing up her window the night before. He feigns shock and concern over this, then opens the window to check out what his mother pointed to.

She goes over to check it too, almost leaning over the sill, but Dominik placed his arm in front of her to make sure she doesn’t fall. He gazed left and right, then raised his brows and reassured his mother that the place is safe now.

Frau Brunner was glad to hear this, and in gratitude, she offered to take Dominik to lunch. They then take a walk on the street towards a nearby flower shop. The mix of sweet and dewy fragrances of the flowers brought a calm smile to his mother’s face as she browsed them. 

“Look, Nelken!” he pointed out to his mother.

Upon seeing what he called her attention for, her face lit up at the sight of her favorite flowers. She laughed heartily as she ran her fingers through the pink petals and picked one out for herself. Before she could walk far, Dominik discreetly paid the shopkeeper for the flower and followed after his mom.

“Mein Favorit,” she showed Dominik the flower with a giggle.

“I know,” he spoke to himself.

“Was ist dein Name nochmal?” she asks him as she keeps walking.

“It’s ‘Lukas’,” he answered.

“Ah,” she pondered as she looked at the red flower, “I have a son called ‘Lukas’.”

“Ja,” he paused, then asked calmly, “What if I told you I’m your son ‘Lukas’?”

She stands still, furrowing her brows and tilting her head. “But Lukas is small. Chubby but small,” she says, waving her hand below her hip.

Dominik held back a lump in his throat. This was as far as he could get the last time he visited. “I grew up now, Mama,” he reminded her.

“Grew up?”

“Ja.”

“You’re my son?”

“Ja.”

She places her hand on his arm and studies his face as they continue walking. Then she laughed out again.

“What’s funny?” he asked her, puzzled.

“Ach das ist lustig, my son’s name is Lukas, and your name is Lukas.”

“Ja, because I’m your son Lukas,” he urges her on, a sliver of light growing in his eyes.

She laughs again, but this time she leans into his arm and clings onto it. “Oh, you’re my son! I haven’t seen you in a long time, Lukas. Du bist jetzt groß, wie dein Vater!” she exclaims.

As much as he tried his best to stay on the scene, Dominik was holding back tears as he tried to laugh along. Never mind that she compared his height to his father’s—her sense of time was winded back 60 or so years after all, before his father became cruel and absent. What mattered is she recognized him, remembered him as her son. For him, it was enough to redeem his mother in his eyes. Any pain from their past was set aside for a more complicated feeling: the satisfaction of hearing her again, at least one more time before she passed, proudly calling him her child.

He had to look elsewhere, only being able to spare short glances at his mom, his eyes watering even more. At least he could hear her singing loudly as they walked down arm in arm to the cafe where he intended to take her. It was a small cafe near the care home, one that wouldn’t be too crowded for the both of them, and bright enough to not agitate his mother.

He opened the door for her, into a light and airy cafe filled with flowers, and led her into a table in the middle. On their way to the table for two, she stopped and greeted a random group of customers sitting around another table. He raises his guard up, ready to interfere in case the situation went awry.

“Das ist mein Sohn. He’s all grown up and handsome now,” she said to the table with a keen smile.

The guests smiled and nodded politely, fortunately taking a hint as to what was going on. In turn, Dominik led his mother’s attention back to their table and nodded to the guests in a subtle apology.

He helped her into her seat and composed himself for a second, before calling a server to order for both of them. Sometime after some catching-up talk, they were served cakes and warm tea. Suddenly, his mother asked him.

“Wo ist Jasmin?”

He stopped eating and grit his teeth. “She doesn’t care, just like Papa, despite the fact that you treated them both better than me,” he wanted to say, but instead he chose a different reply, “Papa took her to the piano competition. They’ll be back in a few days.” She acknowledges his answer and praises her daughter for her looks and her talents. He only looked down at his platter, pushing down the resentment that was bubbling up from his core. “It’s the dementia talking,” he told himself.

After he was able to tune out enough of the conversation to not dig up too many hurtful memories, but remain present enough to hear when his mother was done elaborating, he shifted the topic.

“I met a girl a few days ago, Mama. She’s pretty nice.”

His mother’s face glistened. “Really? Where did you meet her?” she asked.

“Ich war wandern. She likes motorbikes and flies planes. Wie cool ist das?” he said, taking another sip of his tea.

It was only during the previous Wednesday morning when he and Horangi met Kate. That day Horangi pestered him to make a move on a stranger, but now that he thinks about it, he should probably thank his buddy for the slight push, else he wouldn’t find an unexpected new friend. Otherwise he would only believe that she wouldn’t want to talk to someone like him at all.

“Ja, that’s very nice. Maybe she can come visit me too sometime?”

“Maybe, yeah.”

“Yes…” she trailed off, taking a bite from her cake, “I’m sorry, was ist dein Name nochmal?”

And just like that, the clock struck midnight for him. “It’s…Dominik,” he said, not wanting to redo the whole explanation of ‘Lukas’ being her son.

She hummed in response. “I have a son named ‘Lukas Dominik’.”

“Ah, I see,” he replied dryly, keeping his eyes down at the teaspoon he began fidgeting.

“He’s a small chubby boy, but he’s really sweet,” she continued, which brought back Dominik’s gaze towards her, “He likes to help me around the farm. He’s smart and pretty strong for his age too.”

Dominik only smiled in return. “So she does think of me,” he thought. If he was still in his teens or twenties, he would still harbor so much anger, but by now, this is why he can’t entirely blame her for all the mistreatment he went through. She would’ve been kinder had things not taken a left turn for them. While he felt guilty leaving her, it took those years of being able to think for himself for him to realize how much he still cared.

After their little cafe trip, he walked her back to her room in the care home and said goodbye, but not before the mom noticed the scar on his face and was alarmed.

“Hat jemand einen first aid kit?” she fretted, calling for the staff. They brought a small kit for her and she told Dominik to sit down so she can ‘tend’ on the old scar, which she believes is a huge and fresh gash on his face.

Yet again, everyone rolls with the scene as they have to. Deep down, Dominik savors the small final moment his mother shows affection before he goes back home. She shakily swipes wound solution on his cheek, and in a haphazard yet gentle manner, tapes a small folded gauze over the scar.

“Is that better?” she asked him.

“Ja, danke,” he smiled back then bid her goodbye. Walking out, not wanting to take off the gauze on his face anyway, he thanked the staff and made his way back to his car where he sat a couple more minutes after starting it.

He thought back to the kind things his mother said about him. The way she cared for the scar in a way that he hasn’t gotten from her in decades. The way she remembered that he is her son, and how she proudly told those other customers about him. It all stung in his chest as he looked at the bandage from his rearview mirror. It was as short as a flower’s bloom, how quick it was for her to see him as a son, then suddenly become a stranger again. For her to show all the care and gratitude one moment, then come back to distant niceties next.

As the last of the staff turned around and closed the main door of the home, when he was certain he was alone, he allowed a couple tears to fall. As he sniffled and wiped them away, the thought of someone seeing him in his current state irked him, so he took off the bandage, held it in his hand for a few more moments, before keeping it in his pocket. He wiped his face again and took deep breaths.

Just as he was about to drive away, his phone chimed. He picked it up and looked at the message that popped up: “Hi! Sorry for the late reply. I’m flying to frankfurt on tuesday. Do you live around there? -Kate”

Oh scheiße.

He does.

But just as he was about to respond, another message arrived.

“Btw is it Nick or Nik? ^_^ ”

He smiled at that. But part of him is too drained and anxious to see her. At least that’s what he thinks of at the moment. Even if Tuesday is three days away. He thought to himself, “what would Hong-jin tell him to do?”

“He would tell me to not reply immediately because ‘he shouldn’t look too desperate’. Great, time to do the opposite,” he thought, because almost 90% of his advice either got him into more social trouble or ended up feeling disingenuous.

He typed into his phone, “Yeah i live there. And it’s Nik :) ”. He sent it, fingers internally crossed for a reply, and drove off.

. . .

Translations:

Sie kennt immer noch alle Texte - She still knows all the lyrics Darf ich Mama zum Mittagessen ausführen? - Can I take Mom to lunch? natürlich - of course Herr Brunner? Sie können nach oben kommen. - Mr. Brunner? You can come upstairs. Frau Brunner, Sie haben Besuch - Mrs. Brunner, you have a visitor Oh gut, bist du die neue Wache? - Oh good, are you the new guard? Ja, guten Tag. - Yes, good day. Nelken - carnations mein Favorit - my favorite Was ist dein Name nochmal? - What's your name again? Ach das ist lustig - Oh that's funny Du bist jetzt groß, wie dein Vater! - You're big now, like your father! Das ist mein Sohn. - This is my son. Wo ist Jasmin? - Where is Jasmin? Wie cool ist das? - How cool is that? Hat jemand einen first aid kit? - Does anyone have a first aid kit? Ja, danke - Yes, thank you

Credits to @callofdudes for the König childhood headcanons you posted before. I used a lot of it here. <3

[changingplumbob]

Pancakes Household: Chapter 7, Part 3

Pancake part 3 is done. Dale has been a brilliant dog but his sunset is drawing to an end.

TW: Sim dog death. No dead Dale is shown (Why do chickens get to interact with Grimm but dogs don't?), but there are a few pics of him in the timeless save.

In this part Dale has a happy day before crossing the rainbow bridge peacefully. Bob gains a celebrity star, develops into an emotion bomb and self publishes two cookbooks. Finally, as each sim day is 3 months in my timeline, the next family dog arrives.

And here we have proof that my save file Pancakes are good for each other. Bob propositions Eliza and she doesn't worry about getting her everyday clothes into the hamper until she wakes up the next day. Dale decided to sleep outside last night. With lights and noises starting up inside he wakes up happy.

I've come to accept that Eliza's business associates are only available for business calls at the weirdest times. Today they're available at 6:30am. Bob made everyone a tasty breakfast and gets Dale ready to go for a jog. He may be old but Bob knows he likes the wind in his floof.

Fair warning, today is Dale's last day. He enjoys going for a jog with his dad and I take the opportunity to get some photos of him for the house. When they get back home, he and Bob spend time together. He follows Bob around while he collects the laundry and puts it on to wash.

Writing this cookbook is proving hard for Bob. Writing is one of his weaknesses and he tries to avoid it when possible. Yet he does want to improve his fame and this seems like a good way to jump start it. With Dale providing moral support he finishes it, and self publishes it from the mailbox.

Iggy and Fergus return from school with the same project boxes, space models. They set up shop in the lounge and begin working with supervision from Dale. Bob joins in to help Iggy before work. Fergus suggests Iggy needs all the help he can get, but the older brother playfully laughs it off.

Bob departs for work and Dale guards his clothes.

Eliza: How was school

Fergus: Fine

Iggy: Some kids mentioned rebate day. Last rebate day we got the treehouse, what do we get this time?

Eliza: Saving accounts

Fergus: Seriously

Eliza: Your father and I have ordered a new bed

Iggy: Mother, ew, we don't need to hear that

The boys return to their projects and Eliza takes a moment to admire her new possession. She heads back downstairs and hasn't been helping Fergus long when Iggy finishes his project. Being a good brother he comes over to help Fergus but doesn’t even have time to sit before it's also finished.

The boys head to bed while Eliza kisses Dale and makes more weirdly timed phone calls. Bob arrives home from his shift feeling tense, but he's now a 1 star celebrity. He's on the road to fame. He uses his new status to impress Eliza, who is already impressed, and the two head to bed happy.

I don't like to use life extenders in sims. If I used it on one I would use it on all and no one would ever die. Dale has lived a long and fulfilling life. It's time for his last jog over the rainbow bridge. Farewell to one of the best boys.

Dale arrives on Olive's beach looking young and exuberant. She gives him a large treat and promises he has family waiting for him. Indeed, a hop skip and jump later he's in the timeless save with his mum and fellow litter mates. Dale happily plays at peace (he's the one between his mum's paws).

It's no surprise that everyone wakes up sad in the regular save, they miss Dale. Eliza stress cleans, although she feels guilty about vacuuming up Dale's fur. At Breakfast Bob is despondent. He tries to put on a brave face for the kids but isn't sure what to do to comfort himself.

While the rest of the family eat, Bob throws himself into tasks. His low mood has pushed him to develop the celebrity quirk Emotion Bomb, the countdown has begun. After his exercise he fixes the washing machine. Somehow the washed clothes are still pristine. He hangs them up when the doorbell rings.

Bob: How's it going

Aaron: I'm okay, just noticed it seemed pretty quiet over here

Bob: Dale is no longer with us

Aaron: Oh man, I am so sorry

Bob: I mean we knew it would happen sometime, he was getting old

Aaron: Still, pets are a hard loss

And with that the emotion bomb detonates and Bob cries.

After a therapeutic cry Bob feels much better, the sadness has dissipated.

Bob: Now I know you didn't come to a chef's house and put a snack in the microwave

Aaron: I have to plead guilty

Bob: The fridge is stocked with baking you know

Aaron: I did see that when I got my quick meal

Bob: Then why

Aaron: I wouldn't have done it if you didn't have pizza rolls hiding in there

Bob: Thanks for checking on me

Aaron: Any time. The idea that men can't express emotions is so last century

Bob: I think I want another dog

Aaron: Already

Bob: Life is short, and I'm a dog person

Aaron: You'll know best

Aaron leaves and Bob gazes out the window at the sunny autumn day. He knows that Dale would want him and the family happy. But can he convince the others to get another dog so soon, and that it's not going to just be a replacement for Dale. He certainly hopes so.

Fergus and Iggy arrive home sad. Unsurprisingly they didn't have a great school day. They pay Dale's remains a visit, relieved their parents haven't taken him to the cemetery yet. Bob begins to write another cookbook, this one dedicated to cooking for your pets, but must fix the computer.

Fergus and Iggy decide to play in the treehouse for a bit rather than do their homework. Their parents can write excuse notes.

Eliza: Another dog

Bob: If you're okay with it

Eliza: I don't want Dale's death to throw you off your workout routine, it keeps you healthy, physically but also mentally

Bob: Any type of dog?

Eliza: Rescue

Fergus: I want another dog

Iggy: I want Dale back

Fergus: Me too but a new dog could be cool

Iggy: Whatever

...

Eliza: You think they'll be okay with this

Bob: He'll feel differently when it's here

Eliza: I hope so, I miss Dale

Bob: Me too Jumble, me too

Eliza: Maybe... a small dog

Bob: It's a promise

While Eliza works out Bob makes a call to the adoption agency to see what dogs they have. Then, deciding there's too much baking in the fridge, reads a baking book to improve his skill. Fergus tries to cheer himself up with TV while Iggy gets lost in his violin playing.

The next day begins, we're out of prepared breakfast meals so fruit pie for breakfast it is. Bob is the first one ready for the day. He listens out for the doorbell while he eats. The adoption agency should be dropping off the new dog soon and he's feeling confident that he picked a good one.

Also Home Chef Hustle is out! Bob's kitchen- I mean, the Pancakes kitchen, gets a make over. My first complaint is simply that the inner corner cabinets are just shelves which don't marry up nicely with the boxy look of the regular pieces. So the cabinets span one wall with shelves underneath.

Introducing 3-year-old Ginger. She is a mixed breed dog that has been spayed. Her previous owners were getting too old to care for her properly so were looking to rehome her with sims that could keep up with her playful nature. She is smart, although the rehoming situation has left her jumpy.

Eliza: Where are you

Bob: Dining room! Okay Ginger, time to shine

Eliza: Have you seen my- oh, is this our newest dog

Bob: Her name is Ginger

Eliza: Well hello Ginger, welcome to our home. I hope you'll like it here, we're excited to have you

Ginger: *stares around silently*

Previous Part ... Next Part

[itsbenedict]

THE BIG GAME: BLACKSKY IRON HOUNDS vs THUNDERBRUSH DARTS

Two-Faced Jewel: Thunderbrush 10+11

(team logos by Jessica Ninness)

A conwoman disguised as a noble and the delegation of university students studying her have arrived in the jungle city of Thunderbrush, ruled by ancient dryads and organized crime. Will they manage to stay uninvolved in shady conspiracies COLLEGIATE SPORTS COMPETITIONS? (HELL NO!!!)

Story so far | Session log index | Previous session

Looseleaf, a mothfolk student from Blacksky University, has somehow found herself the last hope for a delegation of home team Warball players, poisoned by nefarious agents at Thunderbrush Metropolitan University, home of their perennial rivals the Darts. The Big Game- the semifinals match of the Jewelwide Academic Warball Society's (or JAWS's) annual tournament- is on, and this soft and bookish ball of floof has been tapped as a replacement player! How will she handle contact sports?!?!

Well, luckily she's not alone- there's the unpoisoned members of the team, and also her roommate Oyobi, who's a huge jock and watches Warball all the time. Saelhen... isn't technically a student at Blacksky, and moreover as far as Looseleaf knows she's still in bed, sleeping off a scorpion fight and necromancy stuff.

Saelhen goes and collects Zzaiya, the waspfolk artificer who's been taking a look at her bracer. Zzaiya was kind of hoping Saelhen would forget about their date and not cause her to attend a Warball game which she knows barely anything about, but nope!

Meanwhile, in preparation for the game, Looseleaf inspects her Warball focus- a stick that you channel your mana through to cast regulation fake-magic that targets hit points rather that hitting people. She rolls to figure it out and develop a few toy spells, since her spirit magic isn't regulation and is thus off-limits for a game of Warball. She works out a temporary blind spell, a standard AoE bomb, and a weight-reducing motumancy enchantment that gives a target a free move action.

With that... it's time to take the field!

The field is asymmetrical- the players' starting locations each have a flag in a regulation position, but one side of the field features walled fortifications while the other is bare. It's odd that the opposing team- the home team- set up the field this way, since the away team gets to pick which side they start on. Rather than overthink it, the Iron Hounds take the fortified starting position, risking some sort of trap for a potential tactical advantage.

The opposing team seems to have brought some large wooden rolling walls as equipment, though, ensuring they have fortifications of their own- mobile ones, unknown to the enemy ahead of time. Is that cheating? Apparently not!

What is definitely cheating, at least on the meta level, is abusing Oyobi's Colossus Slayer ability (which gives her double damage against things with more than twice her max HP, intended to represent a specialty in slaying giant monsters) in conjunction with the fact that max HP in Warball can be freely reassigned. A whole six hitpoints puts her below the threshold for most enemy combatants- and carrying the Warball itself, that's doubled again. Four times base 3 damage, and Oyobi can delete players from the game in one or two shots, as long as she can hit them past cover... and hey, she also has Hunter's Mark to get past cover!

nah it's fine probably.

The game starts, and Oyobi takes a shot at the clown, on the principle that allowing a scary clown to live any longer than absolutely necessary is folly. It only does six damage, though, meaning it has 12 HP tops. One more shot should do it!

Bud Chestplate (the tank), Flint Ironstag (the flanker) and Buff Drinklots (the healer) all head forward, hoping to draw enemy fire and form a second defensive line behind Bud's shield. Oyobi should be safe behind cover, right?

Next is the enemy sniper's turn.

Oh, shit. Well, Oyobi takes a hit here, losing half her HP in a single shot! Unfortunate symmetry! Seems like they designed these fortifications around the idea that their sniper could pierce them- which means the healer needs to get back to Oyobi ASAP, or she could go down on the next turn.

(Some other things happen between all this- the enemy healer heals Blast Hardcheese (the clown goblin), but leaves cover to do so and takes an opportunity attack from the Iron Hounds' sniper, Smash Lampjaw. And the clown does some kind of crazy space-twisting merry-go-round thing, making him harder to hit. And he chucks a Devilsknife at Oyobi, but misses and hits wall.)

Back to the players- the enemy interceptor's outside of cover, and Oyobi goes ahead and takes the shot. With a crit, and a couple followups from the team's other ranged attackers, Slate Slabrock eats dirt in one turn! The enemy's one player down before even getting close! The crowd erupts in outrage!

The enemy, seeing how busted this tactic is, decides to switch it up and imitate them! Their captain hands the Warball off to Bolt Vanderhuge, and he takes to the sky for a 6-damage shot on Oyobi to take her out in one hit!

Which she dodges.

The enemy moves up, hoping to close the distance and interfere before Oyobi can pick any more of them off- but no such luck. Bud Chestplate drops her massive heavy tower shield on Punt Speedchunk when he gets too close, and a combination of followup attacks means he goes down like a Punt Speedchump. And Oyobi manages a trickshot at Bolt behind cover, knocking him down real low. The enemy is hurting!

Bolt tries to take another shot at Oyobi to put a stop to this insane cheese strat, but thanks to Saelhen in the stands telepathically relaying a warning, Oyobi's able to fully succeed on a dodge- and by enough that I can't spend Karma to force her to get hit. Once again, she avoids consequences for her actions. And then... tries to take another shot at Bolt behind cover, using that Hunter's Mark ability to try and make a trickshot. But she's got -1 to the Naturalism skill she uses for that, so it's probably not going to-

She destroys the enemy cover entirely, and the rest of the team destroys another one, charging in to punish the enemy's healer for getting exposed. There's a brutal melee, Bolt is only alive thanks to doubled HP from the Warball, and the Iron Hounds are practically unscathed!

This then changes.

The enemy realizes that they're not going to get past the enemy lines and get at Oyobi anytime soon- but the Iron Hounds' captain, Bud Chestplate, has sacrificed her shield to attack, given up her extra Warball durability to empower Oyobi, and charged right into the middle of melee. They've got a perfect opportunity to dogpile her, and win the game by knocking out the enemy captain!

Bolt fires a bolt at Bud for 8, Blast Hardcheese sets everyone on fire, and Dart uses a leash-grappling-hook move to close the distance to Bolt and give him new cover, whacking Bud with a solid punch en route. And then... Blast Hardcheese pulls out his ultimate attack- "THIS IS IT, BOISENGIRLS!", charging up a giant spirit bomb fireball. Bobson Dugnutt, the enemy Sword, charges in and unleashes a barrage of baseball bat strikes to knock away Flint Ironstag and disrupt the enemy's ability to defend Bud.

But... despite all that, Bud's still rocking like 90 max HP, and she doesn't even get halfway down. Looseleaf's improvised blinding attack kept the worst of the damage away, and now they've exposed themselves significantly.

Looseleaf is wary of Blast Hardcheese's giant spirit bomb attack, which might make up the difference on that damage- she dives in, using up all her actions to speed up the team and get Bud out of the range of the effect and behind her abandoned shield, since- logically, the enemy wouldn't have waited until now to use the bomb if they could use it while the shield was up. She gets everyone into cover before the bomb comes down. Oyobi, meanwhile, knocks out the enemy healer with a well-placed shot.

Two bad things then happen.

That's the enemy's specialty- unsurpassed mobility, circumventing defenses!

BYE BYE!

The magic bomb comes down, and the team takes massive damage- Bud's hurting, the healer is on death's door, and Looseleaf's armor flashes and locks up- she's down.

But... also, so is Blast Hardcheese, caught in his own final chaos. And with four Darts down, they get to field their reserve player.

The reserve player- some huge guy in concealing armor- charges straight into the middle of the battlefield with all his movement, so he hasn't done anything just yet. And now it's the players' turn! Oyobi takes a shot at Bobson Dugnutt, whose Seventh Inning Stretch stance is no longer active. Flint Ironstag follows up by knocking him prone, and then...

Buff Drinklots, the healer who has a joke one-damage slap attack for emergencies, takes out the enemy's DPS specialist.

On the enemy turn... Dart Inocencio, the enemy captain, has made it past the Iron Hounds' formation, and over to Oyobi, who's about to feel the pain. Or... she would feel the pain, if she didn't KEEP FUCKING DODGING EVERY ATTACK SOMEHOW.

...except then Bolt takes his turn, and he finally lands a six-damage hit on Oyobi and takes her out instantly. Whuh-oh. Bye-bye, Iron Hounds' DPS!

Bud pins the Darts' mysterious reserve player under her shield, totally negating their whole bit. The party's got three options left for how to win this game:

Take out both Bolt and the reserve player

Take out Dart Inocencio, who's a tank and has taken no damage

Take out Bolt and escort his Warball back to the flag

And they have three ways to lose:

Buff, Flint, Reef, and Smash all get taken out

Bud gets taken out

Dart claims Oyobi's Warball and gets back to his flag

Smash Lampjaw takes away that last option from the enemy, grabbing Oyobi's warball and forcing them to take him out before they can grab the Warball and move. And meanwhile, the reserve player is trapped and somehow unable to lift the weight off them, leaving Bolt...

All alone, out of cover, with four Iron Hounds nearby.

The rest of the fight is a foregone conclusion. Bolt gets mobbed and goes down, they claim the Warball, and Smash Lampjaw tenaciously holds on to the very end, keeping Dart from rejoining the game at the cost of most of his HP. With their sniper down, the reservist trapped, and Dart occupied, Bud Chestplate and the rest of the Blacksky Iron Hounds run the ball down the field to the flag for the win!

Zzaiya, despite being a Thunderbrush student, is cheering wildly with Saelhen, putting her lung-capacity lessons to use. They're... about the only people cheering, since the home team crowd is furious.

Next time: the aftermath of the Big Game, and a new face joining the party!

[starsasunder]

Inanna trailed after him, eyes wide as she took in everything she could of the imposing collection of books. Her parents' library was extensive, collected from hundreds of years of monarchs' reigns. This library was equally impressive, perhaps moreso - the stacks rose far beyond the little girl's perception. She rocked back on her heels as Merlin scoured the shelf for his book, transfixed by the sight of so much knowledge - different knowledge than what she was used to - and was thus utterly unprepared for their company despite Merlin's warning.

"Wh-Wha-" she cried out, flinching for a moment at the sound of that voice. Her short, stubby tail floofed out spectacularly, so much so that it took her a moment to brush it back into place before turning to face the librarian with a carefully practiced, placid smile. As ever, she spoke with perfect manners, almost disconcertingly mature for her doubtless young age. "Hello," she said in that high, clear voice, her tone only a little shaky. "My apologies! You caught me off guard. His Highness," never Merlin, as her mother had taught her, "promised enchanted books?"

There’s only a moment of consideration at it, before the young prince grinned at his new companion. “Only if we go into the forbidden sections.” Merlin’d never been punished for wandering off while his parents had guests. Besides, it wasn’t like the guards couldn’t tell where two, obviously mis-placed children were going.

Pushing the door to the library with one hand, the other still carefully holding Inanna’s, Merlin looked back at her with an impish grin. “Master Aezvia’s in so if we’re in trouble-trouble, we at least have an excuse of being watched.” And with that, he promptly went to where he knew the book would be at, letting go of Inanna’s hand to stand on tiptoe and grab it.

“Your Highness – and a guest!” A clear, almost melodic voice chimed, footsteps revealing a rather tall individual with long hair loose around their shoulders. Curious gold eyes watched them both, “Forgive me for my intrusion; my name is Aezvia; master of this library. May I help you with anything?”

[plusthreerabbits]

L O A F

[drottni]

LBFAD rewatch observations part 3

1. "Why should I care about the likes and dislikes of a small flower spirit" when she says she's glad he is gone 🥺🥺🥺 Babbyyy was already feeling it eh.

2. XLH immediately being able to empathize with him and compare her 1000 years of loneliness with his 10 000 years of loneliness 🥺🥺🥺🥺 Babbyy. Her being upset that he left without a goodbye and then the little softening of his expression >>>> "I HAVE DIED EVERY DAY WAITING FOR YOUUUU" indeeeeed. My fave song fits my fave couple sooo much.

3. "From now on I will collect this for you" . It wasn't a one time thing! He did this every morning for her? Sir? The bar is through the roof.

4. The way he hesitates and the look he gives her and the curious hopeful look she gives him before he blows on the water reluctantly to cool it down 😭😭😭😭 He really thought "am I gonna do this. Mighty Benzuo gonna blow on this little flower's water for her. God Im gonna do it aren't I *sigh* "

5. "Why are you back so late? I left your dinner in the kitchen. Go get it yourself I am going to bed." They are married your honor.

6. Wait have they been translating as Eternal Fire always? Or was it Hellfire? Did I just not notice...

7. DFQC's expressions while studying the Xilan scroll to care for his little flower is me trying to study for my exam for the 100th time. " *sigh* okay what now...here we go again *eye roll* so done with this " and then immediately giving myself a pep talk too "I can do everything in this world. This? How can it be difficult for me?" Yass gurl lezz go you got this.

8. DFQC being able to come and go wherever he pleases in Shuiyuntian and no one can even see him is such a superpower. I need that.

9. XLH running and leaving DFQC to fend for himself 🤝 XLH immediately running back and shielding herself behind DFQC. 😆 Love her.

10. Him turning her head with one hand to face the sun is me to my plants when I rotate them. Like "aight you, little one, you need to face this way you lil bum. Get some sun or you will die."

11. God them watching the sunrise and that BGM is just so beautiful. And the softest expression on his face. 🥺

12. DFQC on his little rant about the Fairy realm: XLH not listening, in complete bliss: XLH: Daqiang, thank you *purest smile* DFQC mid rant: and I- *record scratch sound* *head empty, no thoughts, just, her* *soft stare*

13. "In the three realms nobody is worse than me" *smirk* "You even strive to be the top in that" "I'm the worst one, no need to strive for it" *pout* I love a competitive king. Stan.

14. This mans making the most disgusting looking (and tasting) flower soup and asking her very intently "is it good" is me making any food and asking again and again "was it okay? was it good? it was good right?" Also how did he not FEEEL her disgust at the soup through the curse 😆 Unless her feelings of joy at his care were stronger than her feelings of disgust at the soup. 😄

15. Can we talk about how soft he is with her after Danyin hurts her. Like from the minute he becomes visible again his expressions his body language is so tender and caring. The little frown on his face when he looks down at her like "my lil floof is sad and down come here". The way he picks her up and gently asks "are you afraid of her?" His immediate offer to take care of it for her 😭😭😭😭😭 WHERE IS MY DFQC. We all deserve a DFCQ in our lives.

16. Changheng really said "I can give you the stars" and did (Firefly Stone) but poor boy stood no chance. XLH said thanks but I got the Moon. Bye.