#hes whirly or swirly

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[vaguesxrrow]

hiiya!

i was wondering if i could request a Charles Rowland x alive!reader [established relationship] who suddenly develops like supernatural powers and basically just him and the rest of the team helping out figuring out what exactly reader can do and how it works?

love ya and have an amazing day!

HI LOVEEE yes ofc, here u go ! this took a longgg time but thanks for ur patience

charles / superpowers reader

a/n: basically reader develops telekinesis but also with silver swirly whirlies !!

cw's: swearing

tags: gender neutral reader, reader has superpowers

wc: 1820

"motherfucker!" you swore as you tripped - over a tree root, you noted, because charles was always teasing you over the one time you tripped over your own feet.

automatically, you splayed out your hands in front of you to break your fall; your left hand met soft moss, but your right slammed against a small jagged rock, splitting it open slightly.

charles cackled at your misfortune, even as he backtracked to help you up. "you alright?" he asked.

"yeah," you grumbled, wincing a bit at the cut you had obtained on your palm. whatever. you ran your hands over your shirt and pants, ignoring the slight sting. disinfecting it could wait until after you finished this investigation. you were mainly miffed at your fall, and the damage to your pride.

"come on, then - according to the map edwin gave me, the troublesome tree elemental should be just up this w..."

"you with a map?" you scoffed. "that's interesting."

"[name]..." charles said.

"are you sure you're reading that thing right?"

"[name]," he stressed.

"what?" you noticed his eyes were fixed on something behind you. suddenly, the hairs on the back of your neck stood up pin-straight. when you slowly, cautiously, turned to look behind you, you were met with a wide, gaping mouth, and several sharp fangs.

oh. there was the tree elemental.

"RUN!" charles grabbed your hand and yanked you along, the creature just a hair's breadth away and far too close for comfort.

eventually, you came face to face with a tree - splitting you apart from charles momentarily. you reached out to once again gain purchase of his hand, but you were met with empty air. you whipped your head around to look behind you, and your heart dropped. charles was fruitlessly grappling at the floor as he was gradually being dragged away. the elemental had him by the ankles. two roots were wrapped tight nearly up to his knees, and you spotted another snaking along the floor, no doubt to coil around his torso as well.

you swore. there was no time to rally up the others for help - you had to save him now. even if you were woefully unprepared. this was supposed to be a reconnaissance mission, so you had no weapons. you guessed you'd have to make do with sheer willpower.

"HEY!" you barked at the tree. it reared its head towards you, and roared. if you understood elemental language - did they even have one? - you assumed it would be swearing you out. as if taunting you, it raised charles up into the air, swaying him about as if to hurl him across the forest.

"NO!" you cried, reaching out. suddenly, a beam of silver shot out from your palm, hitting the elemental square in the face. it recoiled, wounded. a spiderweb pattern of silver cracks spread from where you had hit it, growing and growing. the creature seemed to be shriveling up as the silver spread, its trunk turning from brown to a rotten shade of grey.

your eyes bulged, and your jaw had dropped to the floor. you only snapped out of your stupor when charles yelped as he fell to the floor with a 'thud', the elemental having let him go.

"oh my god," you muttered as you rushed to his side. "charles, are you hurt?"

he grimaced, letting you help him up. "i'm good," he said. "although... where'd you learn that from?"

"what?"

"the silver sparkly thing!"

you looked down at your hands. they had stopped glowing, and now were for the most part unremarkable; caked in dirt and elemental ashes. the only notable thing was that the cut on your hand had healed, leaving behind a scar that was a bit too shiny to be natural.

"i... i have no clue." you made uneasy eye contact with him. "charles, i don't know." your hushed voice clued him in to your apprehension.

he looked oddly at ease as he took your hands. "well, hey, good thing we're detectives then, yeah? we'll figure it out. and the others will help.”

⌦ --

when you opened the door to jenny's butcher shop, there were no flailing hands or interrogative "what did you find?"s when you entered. charles looked around curiously.

"jenny, where is everyone?" you asked.

she slammed her cleaver down. you were used to her terse demeanor by now, so you just smiled and thanked her when she said, "library."

charles followed you to your room. "you gonna get some rest?" he asked.

you contemplated it for a second. surprisingly, you felt energised, instead of the usual exhaustion you felt after barely escaping with your life. you told charles as much. "i think i'll read for a while," you said. "tell me when the others are back, kay?"

"i'm gonna go fetch them myself." he kissed you on the forehead. "we need to talk about these." he traced the lines on your palms gently.

you laughed softly. "i guess we do."

he squeezed your hands before disappearing through the wall. you sighed. yes, you would read. it would get your mind off things.

perhaps it was just the adrenaline giving you a false sense of energy, because 10 minutes later, your novel was abandoned and you were asleep, face squashed in your pillow.

you startled awake only when crystal, niko, and edwin barged through the door, edwin clearing his throat. as you jolted up, silver light shone from your hand once again, sending the book flying across the room, sailing towards your friends-

and smacked edwin square in the face. it slid off his body and onto the floor with a resonant thud. crystal guffawed, not even bothering to hide her amusement.

"oh my god, edwin, i'm so sorry!" you apologised profusely.

he waved you away. "when charles came to me spinning tales about how you developed... silver swirly powers, i did not believe him. but it appears he was telling the truth."

crystal laughed. "honestly, you hitting edwin in the face was worth carrying all these." she walked over to your bed and dumped out the contents of her bag. 5 volumes poured out, all thick and heavy looking. charles followed next, standing above you and playing with the ends of your hair as you flipped open one of the books.

"so, i'm guessing it's research?" charles asked.

soon, everyone was crowded around your bed. edwin flipped open his notebook. "close. first, [name], if you could recount the events leading up to this manifestation of powers?"

you recounted the events, elbowing charles when he snorted at your mention of falling. "and then, after i hit the elemental with my-" you gestured vaguely. "swirly whirlies, charles very elegantly fell on his ass-"

"it dropped me!" he protested.

"-and that's it. nothing really stood out."

crystal spoke up. "maybe i could... do my thing with your mind."

you shrugged. "sure. maybe i missed something."

crystal moved to put a hand on your shoulder, when charles intercepted her momentarily. "just, be gentle, yeah?"

his concern was cute, but you waved him off. "charles, i'll be fine. crystal, go on."

you allowed charles to intertwine your fingers before you were pulled into your memories.

everything was slowed down, a fuzzy vignette around the edges of the recollection. the green of the forest darkened from the all encompassing night, and then an epithet from your own mouth as you landed on the floor. on a rock - one that shined as it made contact with your palm, glowing so fleetingly you had missed it before.

the cut on your hand also lit up briefly, disappearing just as you wiped them off on the front of your clothes.

the memory stopped when you were pulled back into the present, charles's fingers still linked with yours. he looked to you, the unspoken question of "okay?" in his eyes. you smiled back, nodding in confirmation.

"there was a rock of some kind," crystal began.

"the one i cut my hand on when i fell, yeah," you added. "here's the scar."

"this is curious." edwin leaned in to inspect your palm. "certainly not a standard scar, nor healing process... it must have been magical."

"okay, so i cut my hand on a magic rock. great!" you exclaimed, feeling hysteria beginning to creep into your tone. charles held your hand tighter, grounding you silently.

"perhaps we should conduct some more research-" edwin proposed.

"research? really, edwin?" crystal said. "i say we see what [name] can do."

niko perked up. "training montage!" she squealed.

before you knew it, you were being ushered to the rooftop.

⌦ --

"it's not working."

you twisted your hand again, feeling stupid as you squinted at the coca cola can like it had personally wronged you in some way.

"this is not as badass as in the movies," niko mumbled.

"i think your efforts are very noble," charles told you, turning your chin and guiding you into a kiss.

the soda can exploded.

aside from the spraying of liquid from the can, there was silence for one... two... three beats. and then laughter, from everyone present - even you, giggling at the comedic timing of it all.

charles chuckled too, although you could see he was pleased with himself.

you rolled your eyes. "is it a crime to like my boyfriend now?" you grumbled.

"nah," he assured. "just might have inflated my ego a little bit."

you grinned at each other.

"hey, lovebirds!" crystal called. "you two are cute and all, but can someone help me clean up this spill?"

⌦ --

you and charles sat shoulder to shoulder on the ledge, his arm protectively draped around your shoulders. you could hear niko bustling around behind you, no doubt arranging the new 'training task'. so far, you had successfully decimated five (empty, this time) coke cans - and without smacking any of your friends in the face. your powers seemed to energise you the more you used them, but you didn't even know that for sure. not even with edwin's diligent research (while you were training, he had been reading).

"what's on your mind?" charles pried.

"just thinking," you hummed. "it's weird. having these powers that i don't know much about."

he narrowed his eyes in concern and shifted so he was facing you. you mirrored the action. now, you were sitting face to face, with your knees touching and ankles intertwined.

"i can't imagine how you're feeling right now. i mean, if i suddenly could shoot light beams out of my palms, i'd be pretty terrified," he said. "but i think you're super badass. and if you need anything, i'm here, yeah? it's important to me that you know that."

"i know, charles." you moved in to kiss him, and he met you readily, his hands coming up to your back.

any doubt you had quickly melted away as you relaxed into him. charles was right. you would figure it out.

[virune]

virune i am SO sorry it took me this long to photo this but HERE!!!! FANART!!!! *runs away in embarrassment*

WAAAAAAAA OMG THIS IS AMAZING??? you captured literal sonic's swirly whirlies so well! and he's zooming over a sunflower field... effervescent... it's even in a cute little frame too!! it looks gorgeous! thank you so much! <333

[yinandyanglifestyle]

I went to Sydney for Alphonse Mucha

by: Icie

One thing to know about me, I was an interior design major back in my home country. I absolutely sucked at it, but I fell in love with Art History. In that minor, our professors taught us about different art styles through the ages and bit by bit I saw the progress of art through the ages. I loved the OG Gothic Style, Romanesque, was disillusioned with Baroque and Rococo from the west... It was too Western focused and it didn't interest me as much (because I was an Asian kid) until we got towards the end of the 19th century where the grandparents of weebs (of which I am a part of) hailed from and Japonisme was a thing. Japonisme inspired so much beautiful art and it triggered a domino effect that ultimately led to Art Nouveau where Alphonse Mucha was a main character.

This was it. My favourite art style! I can never go back to loving other art styles after discovering Art Nouveau. It spoke to me about how feminine it was and it awakened something from my mostly masculine soul. I wanted to see more of these beautiful girls surrounded by flowers and stars, wearing kimono-inspired clothes in pretty pastels. The macaroni hair only added to the romanticism of it all. This is what love is like, but in art form!

Fast forward to 2024, The Mucha Foundation collaborated with the Art Gallery of New South Wales to host over 200 of this master's works which was "the most comprehensive exhibition ever seen in Australia of this visionary artist's work". I had to see it. I needed to see it! I am a big fan of Mucha and Art Nouveau, and one of my dreams was to go to Paris, Brussels, and Prague for all of the beautiful swirly-whirlies. Being a Brisbanite, I was exited. Please come to my city! Please, please, please! But AGNSW said "sorry, it's exclusive to Sydney."

Dammit. It's off to Sydney I go. I donned my Sailor Moon dress, packed my bag for a 3 day trip with my partner just so I could see this legend's works and boy, I was not disappointed. I learned to love Mucha and his works even more. We landed in Sydney, didn't check in our hotel, and went straight to the main quest:

Outside, they had this big banner of Mucha's name. Inside was this glorious area that showcased Summer (left) and Rose (right). Oh wait, the exhibit is next door. So we went to the more modern building, down two floors, bought tickets, and enjoyed the art.

In the newer building next door, I was treated to pre-art nouveau Mucha. We learned about what his life was like before his popularity. He designed some clothes for a theatre, hung out with everyone's buddy Paul Gaugin, Ludek Marold and Annah the Javanese. The tour guide said, "if he wasn't a painter, he would've been a great photographer".

Then we were treated to the meat of the exhibit: the Sarah Bernhardt stuff, his lithographs, his sketches, but what struck me most were his concept art to reality. (Excuse my phone's shadow. For some reason, AGNSW decided to put these works on a 45° angle under bright lights. The girl beside me even said "fucking glare!" and I wholeheartedly agreed.)

We were treated to so many wonderful works and I cried when I saw parts of Le Pater. I'm an atheist but this made me think that maybe there is a god. Maybe. But still, beautiful artwork that left me speechless.

I got to stand next to my favourite work of his: White Star. Joy!

At the end of the exhibit, the tour guide talked about how Mucha who was somewhat influenced by Japan, now influenced Japan. Now we come full circle with anime and manga characters depicted in art nouveau styled paintings and posters. Oh boy, we had our Lord Yoshitaka Amano's works in the gallery as well. I was so lucky to see works of my two favourite artists in one day!

It was almost 2PM by the time we finished the tour. We spent at least 4 hours in the gallery after landing just because I fangirled and was willing to spend money on Mucha. Yeah, I bought stuff. A reproduction of Alphonse Mucha's original "Documents Decoratifs" which focused more on his industrial design work (jewellery, cutlery, furniture etc) which I rarely see on the internet, a set of badges and make-up from Japanese brand MilleFée.

I went to Sydney for Alphonse Mucha and it was worth it. I end this rabid fangirling with the parting words of the Art Gallery of New South Wales' tour guide: Mucha's style has never been as well loved and as well represented as it is in Japan.

[ringleaderising]

for the ask game fox and koala (im on desktop so emojis are hard lol)

Share a dragon who would have/currently has credit card debt

Bast, no question. This poor fucker is in so much debt because of a handful of deeply, deeply bad investments made in his name after his identity was stolen. The problem is that the place that pays his wages is a shadowy, evil organization, and he still hasn't tracked down the douchebag who took so many loans out at Mother's Embrace that Rafflesia keeps sending Snappers to break his kneecap. Now he hunts members of The Host (and those afflicted much like he is with Analog Syndrome) to contain or eliminate them in order to reset the time locks and finally stop living in the same random ass tuesday H.A.E. is trapped in. He hopes that afterward he'll be able to convince Avis to let him borrow the T.I.M.E. device to go back in time and punch a hole in the head of the dragon who was SO bad at Poker he had to take this job in the first place.

Share two dragons who are smart on their own, but become stupid together

Harlequinn and her twin brother Roulette run the fairway games in the Vaudemire Sideshow, and are incredibly knowledgeable on gambling, chance, mechanics, and anything one might need to know to maintain the booths that make up their line of work in the carnival- and are opportunistic to their core, willing to make a wager or run a hustle separately on anyone unfortunate enough to look like an easy mark.

And while it's kinda bold calling Harlie smart, as she's got three plastic dice and a rubber chicken clanking around in her skull, Roulette is incredibly intelligent and capable- but his sister saps his brain cells like a fucking sponge. Never has Roulette ever gotten into a situation without his sister's involvement, and never have either of them gotten out of it without Pig's intervention, as before his children were born, Harlequinn and Roulette were largely regarded as his adopted children- if anything because he was the only one brave enough to crack a skull if a customer decided to try and strangle the little bastards to death for a botched pick-pocketing job.

(Harlequinn insists, however, that she 'loves Big Pig protect whirly swirly.' to which Roulette has tacked on a 'hear hear.')

[spooky-cryptid-friend]

you cant see the swirly whirlies very well but he is a swirly whirly tabby

i think we should rename the Classic Tabby to Swirly Whirly Tabby. reblog if you also think we should rename the Classic Tabby to Swirly Whirly Tabby

[pitoftheplum]

[December's Own]

I'm at an undisclosed coffee shop across from an undisclosed hotel. I'm the only one outside. I wear headphones that make no sound. I brush crumbs from my table and watch them float down. Poet brain: autumn appropriation alighting. Alliteration, always. I won't include that when I type this (heh, howdy). Avocado toast, the culprit, why millennials cannot afford to purchase homes. Am I a millennial? I can't tell. I think I'm floating in-between, the gray, swirly-whirly, like all else about me. A lady walks out and scoffs "bitch" weakly. She thinks I don't hear. Cowardly. I laugh, honestly. I certainly can be. But deservedly. Mostly. She thinks I am a toast thief. I didn't rob her of anything. The baristas had simply forgotten. It happens. No bacon on mine, beloved. The people have started. Moths are what they (We? nine years in one place is fairly significant) call them. I won't be for this patio much longer. Give my street spot away to some family. I offer what I can offer. The breeze brought from another city smells like popcorn. That was my favorite food for the longest. Used to make myself sick with it. Grandma did it the right way, stovetop and canola and a bucket of butter and a healthy heaping of sweet, sweet sodium. Toothpicks for the kernels, floss is for wimps. When I got here the light was light. Vanilla bean. My favorite flavor of ice cream. I know, boring. Or, maybe, stay with me, all you really need. Now it's going gold on me. Settling or seeking safety? The place is crowding. I stuffed a tissue under the table's leg so I can write this without it wobbling. I gotchu, baby. A lady showed me her purse earlier while I was waiting to snatch a snack that may or may not have belonged to me (I'm the only one narrating. Can you trust what I'm telling?). A salt girl painted on a periwinkle crescent by her daughter, she's gushing. Morton is their last name, she doesn't ask me why I have mine with me. I feel like I may start crying. I'm complimenting and smiling. Mirroring. But I meant it, promise, really. I slid out of that ambient noise atrocity and opened a book on the other side of the glass titled "Satan Says", started scarfing. After that they left pretty quickly. From fast friends to avoided. A relatively common occurence. People project on me to be pretty polarizing. But many lean to love, regardless. I enjoy the collection generally but some leave me feeling hollow and heavy. Too close to my own things I'd kill to be blessed with forgetting. Up the street is a spot where I bought my favorite book of poetry. It's called Fire and Fret and affected me exponentially. The author is a professor of music, I believe it was published by his university. Local-ish to where I'm sitting. It's nothing ground-breaking. Just spoke to me. Significantly. It's how I am and aim to continue Living. It's about how much he loves this world, his wife, and their sex. Yes. Brilliant. More of that is needed. Profound and proud professions that indeed, I am an animal, homo-sapien. I like to eat//sleep//fuck//repeat the process as much as the next in lineage. Does that make me less intelligent? Being simplistic? I think I'm quite complex internally, I prefer to not think too hard about the other things. Happy-go-lucky. Few people have used that in attempts to insult me. Implying I don't take anything seriously. All it not as it seems. It's quite the contrary. Bell-curving. I'm writing this with a green pen (not here, silly) and I'm scrawling so quickly I'm hoping I'll still be able to read. And isn't that a metaphor for who I am as a being? Moving too fast to make sense and making a mess on top of it? I guess you'd have to know me to answer that. I'm quite mysterious in the flesh. Pandora's box once split open.

<3

-louie

[dannyawesome65]

I talk ab towntwistle and some 60s music

OK so this has been laying around for a while and I'm finally finishing it now... but yea here are some songs that I associate with THEM, bc they're so important. also this is purely for my own enjoyment, but hopefully you can get something out of this too

I NEED to get this off my chest now bc GOD it has been brewing in the back of my head for weeks now probably.

this song specifically gets me all crazy:

up in her room with seeds, from 1966.. id say its garage rock? heavy psychedelia? who knows. that's the closest description I have for now. and it's almost 15 minutes long! as a prog girl that is RIGHT up my alley. but it gets kinda repetitive so if ur not into annoying songs I'm sorry lol (the rest of them are way shorter i prommy). OK so,

this monster of a track is making me imagine john sneaking into HER (petes) room. pretty straight forward. I have this silly idea/trope that I like, which is pete being john's trophy gf. not really a trans au, but more just pete being feminised I guess. the song fits into this trope in my mind... john (big & desperate BUT very soft..) sneaking into his fav doll petes (frail & eager) room (their secret haven), and they have some fun. THE room will be a reoccurring theme here.....

I have so many emotions about this track. it's so good. you really feel the feverish longing/desire in it. its so ecstatic. so fitting for young inexperienced couples that have just found their first love and feel everything so deeply. it gets so addicting and they just crave more. the insanity builds up throughout the song and hits climax at the end. I cant really describe it, you just have to hear it for yourself. the lyrics and vocals are crazy to me..... I feel all hazy and my mind is going swirly whirly when I hear it. it is a WHOLE trip I love it alot 10/10.

OK NEXT! (I won't be linking them now I'm LAZY SORRY)

the way I feel inside - the zombies (1965)

this is PEAK childhood friends to lovers I just LOVE it. going from the longest song to one of the shortest ones. in just 1 min and 51 seconds the zombies grab my heart and tears it APART. keeping it very minimalistic with the instruments, the entire focus is shifted to his words. and by god I love the lyrics in this. its so wholesome and sweet and pure and innocent and I just see a young, flustered pete thinking about john when I hear it. makes my heart warm.

the morning after - count five (1966)

this is very vague but I still think it fits so well. I just love the sound of it. pete woke up and is all tired, sleazy even. the room is mentioned again. It's a very short song, but I love it.

let's go away for a while - the beach boys (1966)

OK so I don't necessarily associate this one with them exclusively... but I once saw someone say this song is like when you're in a room full of people, you look around and eventually lock eyes with someone you like (you'll understand what I mean if u listen)... and ever since then I'm unable to think of it in any other way. it's just a sweet little instrumental song.. and just how the drums are like a beating heart makes me so soft...

you still believe in me - beach boys (1966)

OK another beach boy song.... but how couldn't I when they're so freaking good... this one makes me SO emotional and its very pete coded to me OK... especially more adult pete. we're talking Tommy era here i think... he is dealing with so much and I can't feel normally about it.

what more can I do - the zombies (1965)

BACK TO childhood friends. this is very john having internalised homophobia (thank you that 1 towntwistle fic for crushing my heart). very wild and desperate. overwhelming w emotion. I love it so much.

move it up - count five (1966)

i really like count five damn... there's one lyric here that drives me insane.... "you won't do what I wish you would" it stuck with me since the first time I heard it. all I'm hearing is petes unrequited love for john, jesus.

you've really got a hold on me/bring it on home to me - the zombies (1965)

can you tell I really like zombies debut..... this song is more, general I feel.. but still, it has such strong childhood friends experimenting thing going on in my mind...... "I wanna quit now, I just can't split now." very much john can't make up his mind... crying.

come by day, come by night - vanilla fudge (1968)

I recently discovered this song and jesus christ. it blew my mind. the singing is so passionate and ughhhghhbbnnnbghbg. this also subtly mentions the room... "come by day, come by night, I'll be home... waiting, wishing, hoping, wondering...." fuuuuuuyyyckkkkkkkk.

sweet tooth - free (1968/9?)

this one is pretty ironic? unserious? to me, idk it makes me giggle, but its still so unbelievably sexy. I add it here bc it has haunted me for soooo long now. also this somehow reminds me of mintys towntwistle drabble.... "I give her all my sugar...." yea. the guitar is SO freaky too its beyond me how an instrument can sound so horny.

little games - the yardbirds (1967)

listen to this and tell me it isn't screaming young pete and john. LIKE HELLO?!?!? I don't even have to explain.

only the black rose - the yardbirds (1967)

this is pete. christ. I'm crying

"and for the moment you're in the room."

I wonder, I wonder, I wonder - the vagabonds (1956??)

this eerily reminds me of that one fic again. to make things worse this song can go both ways for them. they are so young and sweet. and it's so very sad.

and now for just some silly general love songs that I have been enjoying alot lately, not necessarily associating with them...

(my soft john & fem pete trope really shining through....though.......)

the world - count five (1966)

she said yeah - the animals (1964)

how do you do it - the beatles (196?? idk)

hold me tight - the beatles (1963)

fallin' in love - the seeds (1966)

I could do a post like this for daltwistle too but that's for another time...

OK that's all

[phoenixmaiden-gaming]

I warped to the Forgotten Forest so I could complete a quest with the Korok Kula who wanted to see a big swirly sand circle. I had taken a picture of a sinkhole and it was exactly what he wanted to see. It made him happy and he gave me Endura Carrots. Side Quests – Whirly Swirly Things (complete).

[batminute]

Bat Minute of The Phantasm - Minute 60: Jokey Tightlips (with Rachel Gatlin and Adam Sheehan)

Andrea goes all swirly-whirly and we journey through time AGAIN. We're all gonna get travel sick at this rate.

In the past we see her approaching her home, shopping in hand. Comical baguettes protruding forth. As she enters her home out steps... THE TALL MAN! That can't be good...

Meanwhile, in the present, The Joker is about to get freaky with his robot lady. He likes the way she chops that sausage.

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[swarmcall]

      The four-eyes only watched as they basically led a monologue.      Relieving to not have to rely on verbal communication with everyone in this strange group. It spoke of their intelligence   —   The act simple, but Cricket was almost sure half of the people here would not know what to do with the bowl if presented similarly.

He wasn't exactly starved, the man just did not have a feeling of satiety, which came with the race. To Eden's delight, he also looked rather excited to finally receive the mystery-mash. Indications were a buzzing of his slim antennas, the crunching of mandibles   —   not visible yet, but hidden in his cheek's pouches, anticipating the taste of questionable ingredients.

Cricket, now proud owner of Eden's swirly-whirly slog, took quick glances to either side, then back to the friendly tiefling before lowering himself to the ground. He turned, around  &  around  &  around like a dog with a treat, not wanting to be seen eating his precious meal.

     ❝ My kratitude. ❞    Murmurs the half-mantis, scooping the mass in his mouth. He was not picky   —   as long as the taste was prominent in any way, the druid would gladly take it.

A hum, joyous nature.     ❝ Is there more . . . ? ❞     Asked, just in case he finished the bowl quicker than their companions could drag themselves near the cooking pot.

@swarmcall sent mail! 📫 He held out an empty bowl, not elaborating further. The mash-creation tickled his senses. Please share some.

Entertaining guests was such a rare privilege these days. Even rarer still, was the chance to enjoy one another's company over a fresh, homemade meal.

Eden blinked curiously, regarding the quiet request with an initial confusion, before brightly colored eyes gleamed with infectious excitement.

"You're hungry! Oh, of course you are." They hopped to it, taking his bowl and whisking it off towards the gurgling iron pot, years of hardened residue caked along the lip of it. Where they came from, this was considered a seasoned dishware.

"You look starved. You'd better eat plenty! Here, just because I'm nice, you get extra."

A wet PLOP here and a thick SQUELCH there, and soon his vessel was piled high with slop. The color was indescribable. As was the odor. If one looked at it from the right angle, it felt as though the snails were still … wriggling …

"Don't let it go cold. It's best when it's warm." His bowl was returned. On their watch, he would never know hunger.

[thedemonconstantine]

When all goes to Hell

( @supremestrangeness​ )

It was a night like any other along the Thames in Teddington where John was pacing. He found some dingy maintenance shack that was neglected enough to be overlooked and spacious enough to be utilised. An absolutely perfect spot for a demonic summoning.

Armed with a bottle of cheap gin and a cigarette, he had a hand in his pocket as he inspected the inscriptions on the ground. Not his fault that he already imbibed half the bottle whilst drawing, a bloke had to keep himself entertained at all times, right? Oop, he found an extra line so John used the heel of his worn boot to scuff away at it, smudging the messy rune. Any other conjurer would have balked at the abysmally lackadaisical attitude he had right now but if nobody saw then nobody knew and nobody would judge, right?

Right. 

John took another swig of gin and nearly tripped over the row of candles that anchored the magic circle, sniggered, spilled one shot on his ratty coat and another on the floor. John glared at the dark spot on the concrete and sighed. At least the bit on his lapel he could suck on.

“Eeeeh-” It’ll suffice. Even if it didn’t, John was too screwed to care.

There went the very last drop of his gin and John choked on it, which was fine and dandy since he spewed it all over the candles, then proceeded to cough out a lung.

Maybe with his terminal cancer he should really just stop with the smoking.

....Naaah.

“Alrite den, fokk it,” Since the Snob refused to help and the Morningstar had trollopped off with his bitch to elseworlds elsewhere, John decided to take things into his own grimy hands and make a pact with someone else.

Or something else. Whatever came first, he wasn’t picky at this point.

“Fokk. IGNIS!” Fire, light, lots of shadows and swirly whirly stuff.

“Alrite, alrite git on wiff it, I ‘aven’t gots all day yeh mingy movahfokkers,” John rasped through his mouthful of blood which was getting down the front of his rumpled shirt, his crooked tie, the works. Whoosh, fwooomh! 

Something came from the midst of the runic circle...or was it someone? John wasn’t paying attention at the moment, he was too busy tugging at his coat to glare at all the blood dribbling and he made a face. Whelp, can’t suck on that gin stain anymore. What a bloody waste.

[groovybaybee]

Coming Down

submission for the bi-ficathon, what a beautiful month this is going to be.

(1.4k)

“It’s embarrassing!” I whined, “I have female genitalia, I should know how to please female genitalia.”

 Head thrown back against the back of the sofa in despair, my eyes squeezed tight to avoid the amused grin on his face.

 “I just don’t get it,” I sighed. My eyelids fluttered open as my head rolled to look to him, attempting to hide his smirk behind his drink. Gaze focused softly on the movement of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed, I continued, “I can’t eat pussy to save my life but can suck a dick just fine?”

 “More than fine from what I’ve heard.” Harry teased, quickly followed by another long gulp of water.

 “Never dating any of your friends again.” I grumbled, avoiding his eyes by fiddling with the trim of a cushion.

 “Good, fed up of hearing about that thing you do with your—”

“Hey!” I interrupt him with a firm prod in his arm. With a sigh, I slump back into the plush cushions, grumbling, “Don’t know why I’m ever talking to you about this, not like you’ve ever had a complaint.”

 “Could give you some tips if you like.” He replies with a smug grin. It takes everything I have not to smack that beautiful smirk away.

 “Very funny.” I mutter, turning my attention back to the television.

 “I kind of mean it…” Harry says gently, warmly. “Your date isn’t for a few hours. I could help.”

 His proposition stops me. It’s not a crazy idea. I would be learning from an expert, according to the stories I have heard. It definitely would not hurt to be able to avoid another awkward conversation with a girl after trying my very hardest and still not getting them where they need to be. Fuck it.

 “Okay, hit me.” I say with a touch of faux confidence.

 “Right… um, what do you—I mean, I could just start from the beginning, the kind of stuff I do?”

 I nod.

 “Okay, so obviously every person is different, this is just what I’ve experienced with the women I’ve been with,” I smirk at his little disclaimer before he continues on, “but I’d say go slow, really take your time and appreciate them.”

 “I need specifics, Styles, help a girl out.” I plead teasingly, trying to play off the fact that I was mentally storing every word he spoke.

 “Just, you know, kiss them.” He says, hands gesticulating wildly as he searches for the right words.

 “Wow, thanks genius. Maybe I should just google it.” I groan, more frustrated with myself than with him.

 “Fine, kiss her everywhere!” Harry exclaims exasperatedly, leaning back into the sofa. He takes a moment to look up at the ceiling, avoiding my shocked gaze at his sudden outburst. Harry is always so calm and relaxed, seeing him so suddenly worked up feels jarring to say the least, particularly when his eyes fix on a patch of paint on the ceiling, softening as he returns to his natural state and pours his heart into every word he speaks.. “Kiss every bit of her, show her how beautiful you find her and how lucky you are to get to see her like that because you’ve not been able to get the thought out of your head since you met her.”

 There is a beat of silence. My gaze falls to Harry’s throat, bobbing gently as he swallows. Eyes quickly flitting back to his face, as if I have been caught out, I meet his eyes. Their usual warmth remains, but there is something almost pained lurking.

 “Then give her some good old swirly whirly coochie smoochies.”

 “You’re vile.” I tell him, eyes rolling dramatically at his sudden change of tone. At least he makes himself laugh. And maybe me too a little bit. “I’m serious, Harry, help me.” I whine.

 “Okay, serious tips.” He turns to face me now, sitting cross-legged and enthusiastic enough for me to mirror his position, our knees occasionally grazing. “As with most sex stuff, the wetter the better.”

 It takes everything in me not to roll my eyes at him, understanding deep down that what he says is true, despite its less than romantic appearance.

 “Just try a bunch of stuff and see what she likes. Start slow and kind of all over… then I think you can focus in on certain areas. Then you can vary patterns, pressure and area and all that good stuff.”

 “I once tried the whole ‘lick the alphabet’ thing but that didn’t seem to work.” I confess, heat storing itself in my cheeks.

 “Yeah, I had a similar thing, heard it was great but in practice… not so much.” I cannot help but smile at his response, not judging me in the slightest for my lack of knowledge and experience. “I think consistency is really underrated. When you find something that works stick to it. And communicate obviously.”

 There is a beat of silence. A moment passes, during which hesitation lights up Harry’s face, pulling his muscles into a brief frown before he vocalises his seemingly taboo thought.

 “You know what you like, right?” He asks, his eyebrows still slightly knitted.

 I nod, not trusting my voice under his intense stare.

 “I reckon she does too, so I would ask her what she likes, or if she likes what I’m doing to you.” His voice lowers. His eyes darken slightly, still enough for me to notice as the sound of the television is drowned out, a sudden tension in the room. The air becomes thick, palpable, as we sit watching one another.

 His chest moves heavily, exhaling harder and quicker as the seconds tick by. I can only assume from the way his eyes trail down my form that mine is doing the exact same thing. Blood pumps aggressively through my veins until I can feel my heartbeat in my neck as his plush bottom lip slips between his teeth. I feel my lips part, desperately seeking air as it seems to drain from the living room.

 I sense his body close to mine before I feel it. The scent of his cologne floats around me, encasing me in a bubble of him. I dare not move for fear of popping it and losing his presence.

 Our lips soon find themselves in a stand-off. Neither ready to make the first official move, but both silently urging the other to do so. His breath is warm against my skin, sweet from the ice cream we just ate. Desperate to know if his lips taste just as sugary, I feel myself inching toward him.

 Noses brushing, we settle into one another, comfortable and oddly familiar. Eyelids flutter shut as our bodies gravitate together. Our lips are barely grazing when I feel a vibration against my leg.

 My phone.

 “Leave it.” Harry whispers, his forehead leaning gently against mine.

 I want to.

 “Sorry.” I reply, opening my eyes and quickly pulling away to answer the call. “Hello?”

 “Hey! I got off work a little early, want to come round now instead of later?” my date for the evening asks excitedly.

 “Uh, yeah, sounds good.” I tell her, half-lying. I quickly say goodbye before hanging up. “Sorry.” I repeat.

 “No problem.” He tells me, not looking at me, his attention fixed solely on the television. “Go have fun.”

 “Do you want to talk about—”

 “Nothing to talk about.” Harry interrupts, turning to give me a quick smile. “Have a good date. Hope the tips work.”

 “Uh, yeah… thanks.” I say, utterly confused by him as I stand and gather my things. “See you round, I guess.”

 “Bye.” He says quietly, continuing not to look at me as I walk from the room and let myself out of his house.

 If only that call had not come through. If only I had not instinctively agreed to hang out. If only I stayed a few seconds longer, long enough watch Harry’s head roll back and hear him sigh, “Fucked it, mate.”

 Maybe then I would not continue to my date’s house. Maybe then I would not have another poor sexual experience. Maybe then I would not think of Harry as she comes on my tongue, body thrashing wildly as I follow his advice, unable to think of anything but him.

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[baemy624]

Brain-napped

Hi! This is the ending of what would be my ‘first episode’ idea! I have a dozen patb story ideas, so I ordered them like a season (13 episodes, aiming at 12 minutes or so)

Please let me know your thoughts (in or ooc, ‘stage directions’, etc) 

Thank you! :)

Scene 6:

[Pinky finds his way to brain’s phone from the help of his animal friend(s)] 

[He then finds his way into Julia’s lair; it’s creepy and then completely goes dark; We only see pinky’s eyes and a screen turn on staticky w/o video appearing yet; 

There are audio clips of Brain insulting Pinky repeating all around him; They eventually stop and suddenly change to the presidential night when brain is controlling Julia and she’s going more insane; she lets pinky watch the clip for a bit then starts to talk over it]

Julia: Oh, yes, he has said some rather (*despicable, awful/mean) things, hasn’t he? Hmm? Say, well would you take a look here, Pinky? It’s the presidential debate! Oh, wasn’t that a fun [her brain shocks] night! 

Pinky: Oh, uh, yes… I guess it was… 

Julia: Guess? Take a closer look, Pinky... at what’s happening to my mind.

Pinky: You...you.. Aren’t looking so good, Julia… Poit. Did you eat some spicy food?

Julia: No, you dimwitted, little-- [clears throat]. No, Pinky. That little mishap was caused by a mind control device implanted in my brain by no other than your [sarcastic] dearest/trusted and most loyal friend--

Pinky: --The Brain? [looks speechless; voice cracking; some tears coming to his eyes; taking a few steps back] No, no. The Brain wouldn’t do this. H-He always told me--

Julia: HE LIED TO YOU, PINKY! ALL HE DOES IS LIE AND CHEAT HIS WAY TO VICTORY! [Screen moves closer to his face] DON’T YOU SEE, PINKY? BRAIN IS JUST USING YOU FOR HIS OWN SELFISH REASONS! HE WANTS NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU! HE’LL MANIPULATE YOU INTO HELPING HIM, BUT AS SOON AS HE SUCCEEDS, HE’LL JUST THROW YOU AWAY LIKE… Like me… [steps out into the light a bit]

Pinky: [Looks at her with concern; holding his tail but inches closer a bit]... Julia?

Julia: Don’t you see, Pinky? You can’t deny the truth. Brain is just using you, just like he used me. What’s stopping him from controlling your mind? Or any other mice? Or the entire world?!? You can’t trust him.

Pinky: But, Brai--

Julia: FORGET BRAIN, PINKY. [offers her hand]. Stay here, Pinky. We can destroy Brain and take the world for ourselves. [steps a bit closer] We can take our revenge for all the time’s he hurt us…

Pinky: [stepping back slowly; speaking slower then quicker as he is holding and shaking his head with tears going everywhere] No…. NonoNONOno! I can’t--I won’t do that, Julia! B-Brain would never hurt me like that. H-he wants to make the world a better place! Narf! Oh-Ah-ah-ahhh!! [starts crying more; and whimpers a bit; then after a few moments he looks up and takes the remote from Julia] 

Julia: Pinky?! [tries to tug the remote back] Hey, what are you--

Pinky: [sniffing and whiping his face] Hmm. Look here, Julia. [fast-forwards the screen to after the end of the mouschiarin episode where they’re in the cage reflecting on the failed plan and julia]

[Pinky and Brain on the screen following the last scene from ‘Mousechurian

Canidate’]

Pinky: Gee, Brain, why do you think Julia ran away? [gasp] Did you two break up?! [pupil/dilated eyes]

Brain: What? No, nothing like that.

Pinky: Then why?

Brain: I-I-I don’t know Pinky..erm.. [sighs; says quietly] Maybe I shouldn’t take over the world…

Pinky: [stops making the tea/coffee and looks over] Hm? Now why would you say that, Brain?!

Brain: Because...cause… [snaps] Ugh! For years I’ve been trying to take over the world! Every single night! Plan after plan after plan. And NONE OF THEM HAVE WORKED!? Maybe the world is playing some trick on me… right! Haha. Maybe I’m just some insignificant, stupid, little chess piece just moving back and forth but never really succeeding in anything I set out to do! [thinking about how he hurt Julia] I-I-I do want to make the world a better place but MAYBE THE WORLD JUST DOESN’T WANT ME IN IT?!... [quieter] and-and I just hurt everybody, just like the world has hurt me… maybe that’s why I’m such a failure... [looks down; holds himself in the same fetal position with his arms around his legs and head looking down; ears droop] 

Pinky: [gently taps brain on the shoulder] You are not a failure, Brain. [sits besides him] Sure, we might plan and go alllllll over the earth trying to ‘take over the world’ [scooches closer], but even though you don’t always win, you still write your plans and we get up every night and try over and over and over again. Troz. [Puts his hand on brian’s hand/shoulder/head] And I will keep following you all over the world for every plan you come up with. Do you know why, Brain?

Brain: [Looks at Pinky sideways] Why, Pinky?

Pinky: Because you’re my best friend in the whole, wide world. [grabs his cheeks] And there’s NOBODY else who I believe can make the world a better place. [grins; and hugs Brain] 

Brain: [Bit shocked, but subtly snuggles his head under Pinky’s head a bit more] Thank you, Pinky. [closes his eyes] 

Pinky: [wider smile and heart eyes; snuggles himself while hugging brain; whispers] I love you, Brain.

Brain: [eyes open; caught-off guard; bit flustered] I-I-uh… I really don’t know what I’d do without you, Pinky/my friend. 

[Pinky pauses the clip; Pinky in the screen and irl starts to tear up again

and whimpers with heart eyes; then turns around to look at Julia and takes

her hands]

Pinky: See, Julia? Brain isn’t as much of a super meany-bigheaded-sour mouse that you think he is. Troz! He’s my best friend! [holding his hands together and tucking under his chin; heart eyes looking at Brain on the screen]

Julia: [bit shocked for a moment; but shakes it away and tries to steal the remote back from Pinky] No! I don’t care what kind of trick you’re trying to pull on me, but it won’t work. Hmmm. I don’t need you, Pinky. I will defeat Brain all on my own---

[remote bumps into the light and brightens up the room, then hits where the memory download thing is on Brain’s head--thus setting the memory download thing down to 0%, then the remote hits itself into the screen]

Pinky: Ah! Brain!! [He immediately unties? Brain and jumps out of the window into the snow] Waaahhh!!?! [Woompf!]

[Pinky hits his head on a rock/tree and temporarily unconscious; Brain awakens from the snow and rubs his head while looking around at his surroundings]

Brain: [Dizzy; confused; hurt] Oh-Ah-Ah! [touching his face and looking around] I-I’m alive! Haha! I’m-- [sees Pinky; concerned and runs over to hold him] Pinky!?! Pinky, are you alright! [shakes and slaps him a bit, but not too hard]. Pinky, wake up this instant!! [wait a beat and his voice cracks]... Pinky? [hugs him and starts to tear up a bit]

Pinky: [Coughs up some snow comedically; takes a few deep breaths] Aah! Poo, poo! Disgusting [rubs snow off his tongue] No wonder people say not to eat snow off of the-- [notices Brain hugging him; gasps] Brain! [embraces tightly back] Oh, Brain! Troz! I’m so glad you’re alright. I-I was in this dark room and there were all of these big and s-scary screens and j-julia was saying all of these b-bad and terrible things about you, and-and-and--

Brain: [eyes moving subtly and very concerned at Pinky; bit thrown off by the Julia thing; but he hears some footstep behind him; whispers to Pinky] Shh, Pinky… [puts finger over his mouth] I sense someone is approaching us… 

[They look around then to their left as a mind-eraser beam shoots them from the top-right; they are briefly shocked then turn to face each other eye-to-eye before screaming and falling backwards]

Brain: [Brain bumps his head into a rock; we see a spark go off from the mind-control chip in his Brain; he rubs his head] Oww!

Pinky: Ah! Egad, Brain! How did we end up in the middle of this c-cold and s-s-swirly whirly blizzard! I don’t think we’re in the lab anymore…

Brain: [sits up] Of course we’re not in the lab you imbecile, we’re-- [looks up but only hears the snow and wind] … I have no idea where we are. [hears footsteps again and tries to protect Pinky] Be careful, Pinky. There might be a deadly predator approaching us…

[they hear a rustle in some grass then the creature jumps out towards them; they scream for a moment while holding onto each other; Brain is more afraid than Pinky]

Pinky: [chuckles to himself] Oh, look, Brain! It’s a deer! Narf! Hello there little red-nose deery friend! Do you know the way back to our cage-home? [maybe talking w/ some big gestures like a tourist lol]

[deer nods enthusiastically and pants like a puppy]

Pinky: Oh, yippee! [clears throat] May we have your help for di-rec-tionss? [also big gestures]

[the deer agrees then picks them up w/ their teeth and toss them onto their

back then starts running towards the lab]

Brain: AAAaaaAAHH!! P-PINKY! We should definitely get back to the lab before t-tomorrow night!

Pinky: Weeee! Ahhhh! Why Brain? W-what are we gonna d-d-o tomorrow night?!

Brian: [eyes getting misty from the speed and holidng onto the deer] Brrr.. The s-same thing we d-d-o every night, Pinky. Try to take over the world!

[‘Camera’ shot then pans above with the deer running closer to the lab]

[But then then final shot is julia turning off her mind-eraser beam and walking towards her screens]

Julia: Hmm, that oughta do it. Pinky may have refused my offer for now [checks her screen says the mind-control chip is 100% completed/installed] but perhaps we should start again on a clean slate….heheh.

[flingmetothemoon]

Well well well, what a lovely surprise I woke up too! :D An Amy fan got all mad at me for preferring Tailamy over Sonamy and explaining what I literally saw in a Sonic X episode despite the fact I also like Amy as well AND reblogged some of Skull001's posts cuz I agree that Amy isn't treated well and Tails, Knuckles and Cream aren't all that great! Well lemme tell you a few things shall I? It's gonna be fun. C:

OMG I totally didn't know how old Amy and Tails were until now, what a revelation! :O C'mon, how stupid did you think I am? Did you think my post was making that friendship out to be romantic and/or sexual? If you actually read my post, you would see I like Tailamy because they didn't HAVE to TRY to be romantic to naturally develop basis for a healthy happy friendship and these two deeply care for one another and fiercely fight for each other without needing to be weird about it. And besides, haven't you heard of puppy love? I assume you would since you defend Amy's crush on Sonic. And FYI, you happen to ship Sonamy even though the latter is 12, so what's your excuse? But go on and tell me how Imma sicko here. :|

Aren't you the same person who got salty over Omega giving Amy a beaten up robobug as a Christmas gift and thought that was a personal attack on her as a character? Do you know why that was his gift? Because he likes destroying robots so it fits his character. It's like his equivalent of a cat bringing home a bloody dead bird as a gift to you and you think it's gross but you shrug it off anyway because you understand it's their way of expressing love and appreciation to you. What did you expect a robot-shooter robot to give her? A cookie and a bouquet of roses? But yeah, I assume that's why Amy shrugged it off? Because she's a character known for compassion and empathy even to those who are different? Because she's a walking embodiment of love? Or is that not convenient now if it doesn't 100% validate her feelings for her precious Sonikku-senpai?

Aren't you also the same person who thought Sonic deserved to get chased by Amy whacking him with her big-o' hammer strong enough to rip apart a badnik 10x her size just because he wasn't always 100% nice and considerate of her? Getting caught in a swirly-whirly tornado didn't and wouldn't kill her, but getting his skull and ribs crushed by a hammer around his size sure as hell would! So yes, Amy should be able to express any emotion she feels without worrying about always being nice to everyone 24/7 even if she puts Sonic in potential danger of injury, but god forbid Sonic —A teenage boy who prioritizes living life to the fullest and saving the world from a manchild terrorist who turns animals into robot batteries and literal world-crushing monsters over worrying about assigned days to spend a day at a carnival with her and fawning over her baked cakes — isn't always 100% nice and tiptoes around the feelings of a huge hammer-wielding girl who literally actively makes a goal to woo him at the age of 12! Yet again, I'm the sicko? 🙄

I've already speculated that most of the Sonamy fans tends to be more of Amy fans than Sonic himself, but if you respond by either ignoring me, blocking me, and/or respond by writing a 10 page long essay about how hard Amy had it and how badly she's being treated and how wrong I am about her character and how hard it is to be an Amy fan and yada yada yada, you're just gonna prove me right and I'm just gonna sit here and giggle at you. 😂

Can we talk about Sonic X TailAmy for a moment?

Disclaimer: if you disagree with me, that's fine. If you prefer Sonamy over Tailamy, go right ahead. But remember this is my opinion based on observations and research. I would appreciate it if Sonamy shippers don't try to convince me why Sonamy is such a beautiful well-written canon ship and why I'm bad for not shipping it. You wouldn't like it if I did that to you would you? Then don't do that to me ok?

So I was rewatching Sonic X for refreshment of what's happening and the context behind it and noticed something interesting in the Chaos arc I never really thought about.

Amy gets captured and becomes prisoner to Eggman just right after Tails received a massive head and arm injury from a plane crash that could easily worsen if he keeps pushing himself. Think about it, Tails could've chosen to stay at home and heal and let Sonic do all the work saving Amy by himself, especially considering Sonic is a more well-known hero than he is, his X Tornado is damaged and the Station Square City is in chaos at this time. But instead, he got into the X Tornado again, got into a dangerous battle with Eggman and LITERALLY PUSHED THROUGH ANOTHER CRASH to help Sonic save Amy all while Amy was emoing over Sonic as usual! Tails was willing to pretty much risk his life for Amy's sake! He risked his life for her so much that Sonic had to assign him to simply fly Amy back home to safety while he finishes dealing with Eggman!

How is this different from those "SonAmy moments" where Sonic saves Amy from danger himself? Because Sonic is a well-known hero with a habit of risking his life to save his friends, so saving Amy makes it not really that special since he helps his other friends in a similar manner. So if Amy is in trouble and Sonic has to help her, we know this is predictable for him for his role. Tails on the other hand is not a regular hero like Sonic and is usually shyer and more unsure of himself while Sonic likes to show himself off. And note that piloting machines is dangerous for someone his age even for a skilled pilot like him. Yet despite all this, Tails was still willing to push through a life-and-death situation to make sure his friend is safe while injured that even Sonic and Chuck worried about him forcing himself.

Another thing it is different from those "SonAmy moments" is that actions spoke louder than visual effects and feels. They weren't trying to make it romantic and they didn't feel the need to give Amy emotional issues to show she cares for Tails, yet that moment showed that Tails does love Amy enough to put her life above his own even though he is not Amy's romantic pursuit. With Sonamy, Amy was somehow felt the need to be either given obnoxious weepy melodrama or turned into a violent psycho and makes Sonic look like a jerk for not fitting into her ideal mold of how she views him and then they think they can make up for it by putting them in a pretty setting with cheesy romantic 80s anime style music in the background and Sonamy fanatics somehow eat it up, which I find unhealthy and unromantic at the end of the day.

But no, Tails can have Cosmo instead even though she's gonna have to die soon to save the universe. Whether or not their personalities and goals are compatible or the fact that they're in the middle of a space war with Cosmo's dad who's literally trying to destroy the universe doesn't matter. Let's make an episode where Vector takes advantage of Tails' feelings and tries to force them into a relationship they're not ready for simply because he was bored. Then make Tails and Cosmo accidentally fall into Amy's trap for Sonic and fall madly in love and then shortly afterwards, make Tails have to kill her for the sake of the universe and leave him emotionally unstable by the end of the show. Yeah, totally #Truelove and #RelationshipGoals! Why do Anime creators particularly seem to think that being emotionally unstable over crushes is healthy for relationships? Because a country's culture made by imperfect humans says so? When Cosmo's death tragically impacted Tails, who decided to spend time with him and cheer him up? Was it his number 1 BFF Sonic? Nope, it was Cream AND Amy. It's sad when you realize that Tails and Amy make each other more calmer and happier than their own respective crushes do...

This is it for the post today. This post is also on DeviantART if you wanna check it out there. C:

[vethbrenatto]

pike having a sailor background: comes up once in a blue moon, invents the swirly-whirly knot, sometimes gives her a bit of advantage, but mostly forgotten or irrelevant other than a bit of backstory flavor

fjord having a sailor background: tens of episodes at sea, evil sea god wants him dead, travis needs to know every sailing term ever created enough so an idiot’s guide to sailing is brought in, every dream he has is underwater