#hmmm i like the left tails better

[solfinite]

quick tails doodles that im sharing before i forget they exist

[threepandas]

Bad End: Snake Bride

There were pudgy little yellow creatures everywhere, here. As common as squirrels, it seemed. They looked like squishy, somber, ditto-faced Pikachus...sorta? I made a note of it. Stopping to make a few sketches. Not that anyone here would ever get the reference, mind you. And they didn't have the iconic tail. More of a nubby little hamster tail?

I'd have to figure out a better description. For the bestiary. Not to mention a suitably cute name, assuming they weren't deadly, after all...

You never knew, with hidden realms like these.

Throughout my training, the other disciples and I had been beaten over the head with countless tales of "it looked cute/pretty/beautiful/holy/or otherwise harmless AND THEN TRIED TO KILL US. Do NOT make our mistakes! I will pull you from the jaws of death! Just to kill you myself!!" by our Shizun. The man could rant for hours.

He still couldn't let go that a glowing, flower patterned, butterfly tried to rip his throat out. And? Since he technically for them "first"? (As far as anyone can find.) He got to name then poor creatures.

Which is why, there exists a very beautiful species of highly deadly butterfly... called the "flying demon rat bastard spawn".

(God, I love Shizun so much. He is so, SO petty. Hilarious, vengeful, the man's the living manifestation of "target sighted". Man has beef with specific TREES for god sake. I wish I had HALF that kind of energy. Even if it DID get us banned from like... so many places.)

I tried to get a good look at the little guys mouth, seeing one yawn. Hmmm... the teeth suggest venom. Better not startle any of them... but NOT I'm gonna need to catch one to milk it. Great. They seem fast...

A knock out array? No. Need them to want to bite me, so I can get a venom sample...

Crouching, I mulled over the problem. Admiring the little creatures as the clambered up and down the strange flora of this realm. It was fascinating. Humbling, in a way. When, I considered that? No one else had DONE this before. I knew it for a fact. Every single reference to this hidden realm? Was from either the immortal who created it... or four hundred years later, the immortal who sacked the placed.

It was hard to get into, hard to find, didn't boast any supposed ten thousand year treasures or legendary beasts. Just? A humble pocket of life. Started and left to cultivate. Shift and change. Grow!

Who CARES what uses the creatures or plants have?! This place should be STUDIED! All these realms should be studied! They're amazing!!

I spot a moss I haven't collected yet and carefully take a sample. Noting it's location on the map I've started (which is a mess, I fear I definitely have no future there). Of course, as is so often the case? Finding one sample leads to another. Moss leads to "oh hey, a mushroom" to "is that bird or a leaf?" And so on and so on. I nearly forget to make camp.

(It was a bird. It just looked like leaves! Fascinating camouflage!)

Only noticing the light shifting qualities, drags me from my hyperfocus. A nasty (or, I guess, productive? For an immortal.) habit. I had lost days to it, before. Disappearing into the library or some work room, back on the peak, for time blurringly long periods of time. Inedia keeping me from hunger. Younger disciples bringing me tea.

There was a reason, after all, I never made Head Disciple. Even though I got along great with Shizun. I was about as responsible as a goldfish. Entirely too focused on my own studies, to be honest. But to be fair? Let's see YOU focus! When there is so much... I don't know, Xianxia bullshit?

(IS it Xianxia bullshit? Or is it Xuanhuan bullshit? Fuck. It's been a life time. I literally can not not remember. Let's see YOU remember the differences! After literal decades!!)

(God, I miss my books. And the internet. And TV. Honestly? I miss everything.)

Fuck! Side tracked! Again!!

Careful not to step on any of the marshmallow-y not-pikachus, I scramble to collect the last of my samples. Reach out with my Qi, to feel how the ebbs and flows around me shift. I should? Be able to sense any nearby predators. As well as posdibly find a nice qi rich spot to set up camp. Maybe meditate.

Just because I'm exploring hidden realms, doesn't mean I should grow lazy, after all! Whole point of cultivation it to ascend. God hood and all that. And, yeah, I'm still sceptical as fuck. But... count me curious. Why not try?

Oooh! That's a nice ca-! Hmmm?

Something... not-brushes against my senses. As though it should be there. I should sense something. An almost taste and nearly smell of... something? Someone? Kinda like the faintest hint of someone's cologne, lingering in the air, as you move through a crowd that isn't touching you. But... warmer. Like it's still on the skin. Not a lingering remnant from someone who passed through?

It's... weird. I can't sense anybody.

Maybe if I try harder? I pump more qi into my technique. More then is technically polite, honestly. But maybe they are farther out then I think they are? I hadn't exactly expected to be sharing space. This Realm isn't exactly BIG. Just a ring of mountains and the valleys between them. One big, lush valley. Many smaller ones.

Again, it's not a popular realm. Not to mention already looted. And not even particularly Qi rich. So meditating here would be a strange choice. But... maybe they want the relative isolation?

I still can't find them. Dispite knowing they are there. (That technique does not give false positives.) So I risk rudeness. Figure I can always apologize. Maybe they are deep in meditation or something? Pumping more qi, frankly appalling amounts, into the technique, I am damn near half blind as I walk. (For all that I can see better then anyone in this valley at the moment.)

The sensory input is cacophonous. Beautiful. Terrible. Like balancing atop a single hair thin thread. Suspended carefully, above a raging sea, made of wonderous light and churning pains. I use my foot steps to anchor me. Balanced and even. Yet... find nothing. Pull back.

Are they... hiding?

Why?

Up ahead it the qi rich cave (more an over hang, cave is generous) that I sensed. A good, defensible place to set up.

It's only as I'm setting up? That I notice the little Marsh-a-chus? (Is that a good name? I really do need to start thinking of a good name for them.) Have followed along. Crowd the trees and settle thick in various bushes. And... part of me? Wants to go "away, I made friends!" But...

The rest of me? Was drilled in horror story and horror story by my Shizun. And that's so mighty fine "unusual interest" behavior going on there. Might even go so far as to classify it as hunting behavior!

Mmmmhm! Don't like THAT! No sir! Time for some nice and cozy warding talismans! Shall we? The STRONG ones.

Under far too many beady little eyes, I slap down security talismans. Full three sixty. Against the ground, the stone, the mountain behind me. I am taking no chances. Just as I was taught.

Which... as I am settling in for the night? Dinner done and dishes drying. Sleeping mat, out and reading to go. Light and warmth talismans, positioned just where I need them? Turns out to be for the best.

Because there is something in the dark. Big. Predatory. And coming towards me.

It's not so large as to show above the trees. But that is small comfort. They are fairly large trees. And honestly? I know only too well, massive size does NOT indicate lethality. Sun turtles are mountainous after all, and THEY photosynthesize! The problem is? There wasn't supposed to be a predator that big in this realm.

Did someone fucking shove a spirit beast or monster in here!?

What? Out of sight out of mind?! No longer their problem, right!? Why kill it, when you can put it in a hidden real to LET IT GROW BIGGER! Destroy an ecosystem! MOTHER FUCK-!!!

The night is silent.

It should NOT be.

Gripping a sword I am only kinda decent at wielding, I pray to the gods, I don't have to use it. I am a spiritual cultivator! Not a martial one! This is BULLSHIT. I don't have anything on me for "unknow predatory mega-fauna" because there WASN'T SUPPOSED TO BE ANY! Oh, this is the LAST time I-!

Foot steps. Crushing through the underbrush.

Into the circle of light my talismans cast, fades a pale young master. Graceful and pale in the moonlight. Very... very pale in the moonlight, actually. No better in the light of my talismans. Near ghostly, in his white silks. Touches of pale gold and stark black. Curls of ink wash grey. Like a painting brought to life.

Just a touch too perfect. A touch too beautiful.

With a grace to his movements that... that is too smooth.

It's not until he all but stands in the light that I am certain. His hair. Too lovely and well kept, for it to be an accident or some sort of shaming. Those are NOT bangs. That is the entirety of it. Nothing held back, in a crown or subtle styling. No... no it is SHORT.

No Human Wears Their Hair SHORT Here.

Entering the light? His eyes reflect. Grey like blades. Like storms and death. No pretty silver things. No, it is far too deep a color. Far too dangerous. Slits, that contract with the light. Half hidden by a heavy expression, that I can not begin to interpret. I desperately try to identify the creature before. Feline? No. Lacks the savage edge. Too cool... serpentine. Snake!

"Like a panicked little mouse, honored cultivator. This one might begin to suspect you weren't happy to see me~" they...? He? Says; his voice a low, honeyed rasp. "But how can that be? When this humble servant has been hunting for so long?"

"Surely, my dear little mouse, has been anticipating this day~! Dreaming of the day when her lord would catch her?"

There is something... mean, in that tone. Vicious and victorious. The silent echo of a madman laugh, as he burns the world to ruin. Seizes and achieves all that he desires. Strangles all that he can not possess. Covetous and ugly. Dancing, dancing, dancing around the edges. Demonic, indeed.

Yet... I do not recognize this creature. This demon. He certainly recognizes me, as horrifying as that is. What past does he speak of? Hunting? What HUNTING?! I try to find something familiar, in this strange form. Unless, of course, he is simple insane? Not impossible... but...

"Ah~ my poor little mouse." The demon coos, mocking in his indulgence. His eyes still dance with laughter. Mad and unable to feast. "You don't recognize this poor servant, do you? How cruel! To be forgotten. A passing fancy, barely held, in my mouse's fickle heart."

He's laughing me. Knows I could not possibly recognize him, yet plans to punish me anyway. Somehow. Fuck! This seems genuine. But how? Why!? When would I have-!?

Then, he shifts.

Gone is the beautiful young man. In his place? Rising, rising, RISING? A behemoth of a bandy-wolf king snake. Black, white, with occasional bare traces of that pale gold on the under belly. Hundreds of thousands the times it ever should have been. But... but? There. A scar. Oh gods.

I recognize him now.

A snake got into the village I was born. Absurdly poisonous, unthinkably venomous, it should have been left alone. Gathered very, VERY carefully and taken far away from people. But... people panic. Get stupid. The adults didn't fucking listen. And over sixteen people died that didn't have too. I was sick at the sight of it. They captured the poor creature and were going to burn it alive.

For the crime of being afraid. Hungry. Getting attacked and then protecting itself.

I couldn't bear it. So... I stole it. Hid it in a cave, half way across the valley. Didn't my best to nurse the poor, injured, creature back to health. At least... I tried. The injuries were too severe. I was able to close the wounds. But sickness, blood loss...

Shit. That cave was incredibly qi rich. It's why I chose it! To make up for what I couldn't do! If he had already started cultivation and then... or just resented enough...

It was entirely possible to become a snake demon. Easily, even.

"Sss Sss Sss, ah, recognition~" the massive creature laughed "Why so fearful? Little mouse~ It's not you I want dead. Kindness for kindness, a debt for a debt. And aren't we be grown? Look how strong we've become!"

The booming, breathy cackle did not fit snake lungs. Silibant and painful. Hissing and near silent. It was more pressure in the air then anything. A madness long coming. As demons born of resentment energy tended to be. All burned villages and the screams of those who wronged them. Hatreds and obsessions made manifest.

I... I could barely breathe. Oh gods. Oh gods! What do I do? I.. I can't-!! Tears threatened to choke me. Fear, shaking my limbs and fogging my mind. W-what do I DO?! I'm scared. No. No, no, NO! Please! I'm SCARED!

"Ah~ so cute, so cute! My little mouse grew so lovely~"

Like the world sighing, as fluid and graceful as his steps, the snake became a man again. His grey tinted lips curled in a fang bearing smile. Hands up and braced against the barrier, his full weight leaning forward as he leered. He loomed. My talismans casting odd shadows across his face, giving the madness in his eyes a terrible glow.

"This husband truely did pick his trap well, didn't he? My sweet little mouse~" he purred, eyes unblinking, above a terrible smile. "My little wife has no where to run~! No where to hide! Her husband has trapped her quite cleverly, hasn't he~? Poor, poor, little mouse. Your husband is so mean!"

My heart felt like it was going to burst. Cold. T-trapped. Can't breathe! Oh gods. Is this a panic attack? I.. I think this is a panic attack! Can't think! Static. Legs, refusing to hold me. Sink. Crawling backwards. Away. G-got to get away! Trapped! TRAPPED!

I horror, I watch as he sinks his nails in to the barrier. Hands no longer resting, but digging into it. He-! He shouldn't be able to DO that! Oh gods! PLEASE gods! Tell me he's not strong enough to BREAK barrier talismans of this level! Please! PLEASE!!

"Ah~ acting this way, you make this husband want to bully you, little wife~♡ And ah, such big, fearful eyes~ Am I being mean? Is husband being cruel? Poor thing~"

CRACK.

In horror, I watch as his nail push through the barrier. Like driving stakes through stone. Cracks shooting from the holes, as he digs and digs. Hands closing around the shards he has created, ignoring the blood that spills from where it cuts into him. As the barrier itself whines and crackles in protect. Tryinging desperately to maintain its integrity. Slowly... cracking... failing...

"Let me kiss it better, hmm? No use in trying to run~"

"So be a good girl~♡ my little Mouse. Come to husband~♡"

[sorrowfulrosebud]

You want wolf/puppy Bakugou asks? You gottem! (Hopefully I do this right lol)

Wolf/puppy hybrid Bakugou who is aggressive towards anything and everyone. Will growl and show his teeth if someone even looks at him funny, even though they were just glancing around and just looked at him for a second. Will scare off or threaten other hybrids that try to be friendly, exempt maybe for his "friends".

Except for reader. That aggressive boy will act up and start fights while out and about but when he's home? He'll just wanna throw and rip his toys, and want cuddles.

You better have a hand on him at all times, whether petting or not, cause if you ain't he's stopping ya in whatever you're doing, good time or not, for some affection and attention.

Pls give it to him, he just wants to feel like someone cares about him after all he's been through (If ya don't then I will, just saying)

WAAAAA I LOVE THIS 😭💕💕🫶

He’s such a bratty, whiny little shit 💀💀.

All big teeth and growls, ears pinned and hackles raised until you squeak his favourite chicken and all of a sudden he’s like ‼️‼️ Chicken ‼️‼️ Where ‼️‼️

He’s such a grumpy bastard too. He’ll eye you sitting comfortably on the couch, casually reading or watching TV before he’s borderline running and TACKLING you for cuddles. He will pin you down, huffing into your neck. Katsuki will stare at you with carmine eyes before breathing on you, meat in his breath from the steak sandwich you made him.

You gag and choke, trying to push your fatass puppyboy off you as he cackles and puts his deadweight on you. He just sits there, staring at you as you try to get comfy. Will deadass pick up your hand and plonk it on his head and shake it grumpily.

“Ohhhh, you wanted pets brat? Hmmm, maybe you don’t deserve them,” you grin slyly. Katsuki growled.

“Bi..bitch,” he let out in broken puppy speech, threatening to graze your ticklish tummy with his claws. You have to bite back a chortle at his grumpy face, playing with his ears as he blinks slowly at you. You adore watching his face melt in pleasure, his thick and fluffy tail hitting the couch.

“Katsukiii, here boy!!” You call your puppyboy as you came home. Katsuki looked up, pretending to be nonchalant as his tail beat back and forth. He greeted you with a chuff, eyes locking on to the bag in your hand.

His teeth curled up, recognising the logo from the pet store you rescued him from. A low growl left him, his hackles raising.

“Hey, none of that. I got you a surprise!” You tell him happily, sitting on the couch.

Katsuki slunk closer to you, eyes not moving from the bag. You tut and roll your eyes. You did have to use the “I got you a surprise” gimmicks few times to give him his flea and worming tablets, so you could understand his feelings. You pat the couch next to you as he sits with hesitation.

“Okay, now close your eyes!” You coo, sighing when Katsuki growls.

“Look, I know the past few times have been crap because you refuse to take your pills, but this time is genuinely a nice surprise that I think you’ll like,” you promise him. Katsuki glares at you as his ruby eyes flutter close.

His pointy ears hears you dig in the bag, before grabbing his hands gently and placing the object in it. He opens his eyes, before they widened completely.

“Tada! I’ve seen how grumpy you’ve been since you broke your last rope, so I got you a new one!” You exclaim happily, taking in his slightly pleased look. You go to take the toy from him, delighted when you hear the playful growl.

“Let me at least take the tags off, sweetie, and then we can play,” you said, going to the kitchen. Although your pup struggled with his speech, his bouncy and increasingly riled up body language expressed his immense gratitude. You snip the last of the tags off, before handing one end to Katsuki.

He grabs it with his teeth, pulling it back with a playful snarl. His lips were curled with a slight smile, his eyes bright as he played. You pulled with all of your strength, desperately trying to keep up with your puppy’s own immense strength.

You are not allowed to be distracted with him AT ALL on walks. No phones at all, you have to be fully concentrated on him. He’s an aggressive species of dog, despite his love for squeaky chickens and dog treats.

He requires a muzzle when he’s out, to guarantee the safety of everyone there. He lowkey pouts when you have to put it on, making you kiss his crinkled brows as you click it behind his head. You have to keep a close, close, CLOSE eye on him. But a few years down the line, he does something that surprises you.

Imagine going on a walk with him, his leash curled tightly in your palm as you patrol the neighbourhood. You have to pull the leash every once in a while, and he does still bark at your neighbour’s hybrids, but he’s a good boy. A very sharp contrast to younger him, who would fight his way out of your grip.

You were on your phone, ordering him some more puppy toys when you stopped. You hadn’t even noticed you dropped his leash until Katsuki was stood right in front of you with the leash. Turns out whilst you had been paying, he had continued walking and didn’t know you had stopped holding him 🥺

He grunted through the muzzle, holding the leash and placing it into your hands.

“No stop. You hold.” He said firmly, turning as you stood in shock. A smile overtakes your features. 5 years ago and the little shit would have ran away, brawling and attacking the next person who saw him. You feed him a treat through the muzzle and pet him, cooing about how much of a good boy he is as his tail wagged like crazy.

He’s such a good boy 😭💕

[in1-nutshell]

Hi I happy that your open how would the tfa Dino bots react to finding a sparkling Dinobot and becoming attached to glimlock

YYYEEESSS! I love the Dinobots and giving them a child is just perfect!

Hope you enjoy!

Bot Buddy the Dinobot Sparkling with Grimlock, Swoop, and Snarl

SFW, Platonic, Familial, Cybertronain reader

TFA

Buddy was a robot brought to life from the Allspark.

After the events of the Dinobots, the park still needed something to replace the robots.

The first one they did was a baby Spinosaurus with its mother still in the works.

A fragment of the Allspark had gone into the baby’s frame.

The baby woke up and looked around.

Somehow, they knew they needed their parents and began looking around.

They saw the mother bot being worked on and ran up to it purring into its leg.

 The robot did nothing to respond to the affection.

The baby was confused and tried again.

Nothing.

After a few more times the baby decided to leave.

The ‘mother’ wasn’t doing anything which confused and saddened the baby.

 They saw some cargo boxes and hid there. Maybe the next day would be better.

The box as it turned out would be on a ship that would be passing by Dinobot Island before reaching the next port.

As the ship began turning from the island, one of the straps holding the baby’s box had snapped, and the box ended up falling from the ship and straight into the water.

The baby got scared with the sudden feeling of falling and bobbing up and down with the waves created by the ship.

The box somehow stayed bobbing long enough for it to get semi stuck in the shore’s sandy banks.

The baby, shaken, after the rough tumbling and let out a cry.

It was dark, cold, and they were all alone.

Meanwhile Grimlock had decided to take a walk outside before the storm hit the island.

He liked the feeling of the wind against his armor.

Grimlock minding his own business while walking near the shoreline.

“Wind feels nice. Wind noises nice.”--Grmilock

“WAAAAHHHHHHH!”

“Wind sounding strange today.”--Grimlock

“WWWWAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!”

“Me Grimlock thinks it not wind. Me Grimlock look for noise!”--Grimlock

He went to go and investigate it.

He got curious when the noise he heard came from a box in the sand.

Grimlock grabbed the box with his mouth and set it down a bit further from the water. With one swipe from his tail, he smashed the inside of the box.

Baby’s helm pokes out.

“You make noise?”--Grimlock

“Chirp?”

“Wait… You Dinobot! Small Dinobot, but still Dinobot!”--Grimlock

BOOOM!

“Big lights—wait where you go?”--Grimlock

Grimlock looks down to see the baby huddled next to his pedes shaking.

“No need to be scared! Big lights are far away! No hurt.”--Grimlock

BAM!

“… That one was closer. Let’s go see Snarl and Swoop.”--Grimlock

“Chirp?”

“You Dinobot. Dinobot’s together strong.”--Grimlock

Grimlock picks up the baby with his mouth and walking back to the cave.

To say that Swoop and Snarl were surprised was an understatement.

Grimlock left for less than 5 minutes and came back with a kid.

Snarl is a bit hostile to the baby, snorting at them.

But Grimlock makes sure that he gets the memo.

Don’t touch the child.

Swoop on the other hand takes a near immediate liking to the baby waddling over to see them.

The baby was chirping up a storm. They liked this a whole lot better than being in the box.

“This new Dinobot.”--Grimlock

“Name?”--Swoop

“Hmmm…”--Grimlock

BAM!

The baby shrieks and hides next to Grimlock’s pedes.

Snarl moves in front of the baby to block out the outside weather and lays down.

Swoop wraps one of his wings over the baby like a blanket.

Baby still shivering in fear.

Grimlock finally curled up around all the Dinobots using his backside to shield them from the outside world.

Baby stops shivering and falls asleep.

“…How about Tiny?”--Grimlock

“Tiny?”--Snarl

“They are really small. Good name.”--Grimlock

“Tiny. Tiny good.”--Swoop

Tiny sneezes a bit before curling closer to Grimlock.

“Good night, Tiny.”--Grimlock

[sweetlysymphonic]

"You can put it in your mouth, if you want~?"

The moment those words left him did a mound of shock appear upon your face. Did... Did he really just suggest that? And in the middle of the *bar*, no less?

"What?" You exclaim seconds later.

"What?" You couldn't see them, but the wideness of his eyes was a pretty easy thing to imagine after the realization of his slip-up. Z clears his throat and starts to move back in his seat.

As he does so, admittedly, curiosity had gotten the better of you and your hand outstretches moments later. Z's upcoming words immediately die in his throat as fingers brush against his tail once more. Your fingers, careful digits running along the sleek base. "You know you're insufferable, right?"

"Y-yeah?" He stammers out, shifting in his chair. "How so?"

"Well, you're relentless in advances despite me saying you're ridiculous," you say with a simple few strokes of the appendage. "That alone strikes a chord with me, albeit you also just don't know when to quit. That's the real kicker." Your stroking briefly increased in pace.

A small groan emanates from the demon, the claws on his right hand sinking into the table. The tapping form earlier had long gone into a near grip onto the mahogany surface. This seemed to intrigue you, and you went *just* a little faster. Their noises only worsened.

"I-is that all, Dove? That I'm, nngh~, relentless in my conquests?" Z attempted to laugh but cut themself off as you continued the quickness of your hand's motions. The poor bastard's knee hikes up and impacts with the table, catching your attention, slowing the strokes.

An idea forms in your head. Oh good lord. . .

"Hmmm, no, but maybe teaching you a lesson will make me feel better."

"What do yo- NnGh~!" A deep pink flushes their face as the sensation of a wet muscle glides over the tip of their tail. Soft pants leave them as you continue your work, leaving slick streaks along the tip and resuming your quick strokes along the base. Swirling your tongue, prodding his tail with it, gently applying pressure to his base at the same time - whatever got the best reactions out of them, you'd do it time and time again. After all, if he wanted to play games and act like a horny asshat, then so could you.

However, after a moment or two, you decided he deserved a break from your vengeant teasing and slow your stroking once more. You move your head from the tip of his tail, and you hear what sounded like a sigh of relief coming from Z.

"Got quite a tongue there, Dove." He pants, clearing his throat with a shit-eating smirk. "A shame you're too scared to *really* use it-"

He just had to keep talking.

An unimpressed look falls over your face at his words. So much for letting him have a break. . . You crane your neck ever so slightly and take the tip between your lips. Will you be punished for this later? Perhaps, but this was much too fun to cease now.

Z freezes momentarily before nearly collapsing in his chair, hiding his face in the crook of his arm. While he has a meltdown, you make quick work of taking a decent half of his tail in your mouth, gently sucking. Your stroking increases in speed once more, much faster than before.

"M-more~..." He mumbles incoherently. You hum quizzically, the vibrations from your mouth sending him euphoria.

"More. More, Dove~."

That was all you needed to hear. Your efforts hastened with sucking and digits gliding along his tail's base, pants and soft moans leaving the demon as he seemed near a breaking point.

"I-I- I'm-" Claws drag down the table, leaving deep indentations as a show of his struggle. "F-fuck, Dove~. I'm gonna-" Just as his head tosses back, everything suddenly stops. Your hand paused, your tongue and lips leave his tip, and now your back in your seat across from him. Mop of hair in front of his eyes, he still gave a look of shock. "W-wha-"

"Oh, I'm sorry. Were you hoping I'd give you satisfaction?" A knowing smile etches onto your face. "You're funny, but I'm not some exhibitionist willing to give you a big O in the middle of a bar. Sorry." You shrug.

Z gives a still stare, leaning over the table. "You are such a filthy brat. You know what I do with brats like you?"

"Teach me a lesson'? 'Remind me of my place'? Go ahead." Despite gulping around nervousness forming in your throat, you fight back. "Remind me, bitch."

"Oh you'll be reminded, you little slut. We're leaving. Now."

It wasn't a request so much as an order, and you wouldn't have had it any other way. You purposefully take your time gathering your belongings and tucking in the chair, a harsh smack to your ass sending you into overdrive to hurry up.

It was going to be a long night for you. . .

[honey-minded-hivemind]

🔦Rewind AU... Notes on the Mystery Character, (Genet/Cheetah/Lynx/Bobcat), by Reader (and Kevin!):

• This character is only ever mentioned, never seen (actually, an old picture of them in costume is in epsidoe *** of season ** !)

• They seem to have been younger (yeah, I think it was mentioned in passing, like, they were maybe 13 when they joined the team, but they knew them waaaay before that, kiddo!)

• They're a feral mutant, I think? (yep! Kinda like Wolverine and Sabretooth! You remember them, right, kit-cat?)

• I found an old plush of them, I believe... (haha, yeah, kit-cat! It looks great!)

• From the pattern, it appears to be in shades of gray, brown, and black, with gloves and black boots, and a mask similar to Wolverine? (right, kiddo! They even had a little tail, if I remember correctly~!) (Really?) (yeah, kit-cat, it was so adorable! i wish the other ferals had tails... it would've been so cute~!)

• They were close to a wide range of characters, or at least were known and/or acknowledged by them, even villains or side characters (who knew old Magneto and Sabretooth and Mystique could be such softies? haha, but they were, kit-cat, if only for them...)

• This character (Genet? Cheetah? Lynx? Bobcat? Lion? what was their name?) might have been related to Sabretooth? I asked Kevin if they knew, and they said they didn't exactly know, either (well, i know a bit more now, but I'll tell you another day, okay, kit-cat?)

• Their real name never pops up, and I haven't found out what it is yet... Kevin, do you know? (hmmm... let me think... I'm not sure, kiddo. Let me look into it, and I'll get back to you)

• They used to go shopping with Jubilee and Storm; on a Christmas episode, everyone was opening some presents they had left behind for everyone, that they'd gotten but didn't have the chance to give before they disappeared? died? left? It was an emotional episode, but it made me feel warm inside, too... (It WAS a good episode, kiddo! It's important to remember those closest to you~♡ And they didn't leave, they were taken!) (got it, Kevin!)

• This character was fond of classical literature and poetry, as well as collecting trinkets from nature and thrift stores (P.S. They share a lot of my tastes... huh. They seem kinda cool... I wish I knew more about them...) (don't worry, kit-cat! you know plenty, okay? you're doing great so far!)

• Apparently this character was special in some way, but Kevin won't tell me why (because it will spoil everything too early!!! i want you to be okay with it, okay?) (Okay, Kevin...)

• They uses to keep drawing books and a notebook; the episodes where they open them show some of this character's backstory, as well as their inner thoughts, some of which might be... upsetting... for younger viewers... It was a good episode, it dealt with some heavier topics, but Kevin watched it with me, so I felt better (anything for you, kiddo, anything for you)

• Scott, Jean, Wolverine, Xavier, Storm, Beast, Morph and even Jubilee each had an episode where they dealt with and worked through their grief about this missing character; it was also very emotional, but a bit less heartwarming; more somber; made me tear up a little; it was weird, why was I crying? (well, it was all very moving! it's understandable for you to cry! if you need to cry, it's okay, kiddo. just let it all out, okay? i'm here if you need me)

• There was a lost episode where the X-Men villains discussed what was going on and what they knew and felt about this missing character... It was a little strange to see them care about them, but it was kinda nice, I guess, that they weren't all bad, that they could care... (of course~! i told you this character was special, kiddo~!)

• The character had a birthday pass while they were gone, and everyone in that episode was sad, depressed, and seemed to wonder if they had let them down... except Xavier talked about how they must not focus on the past, but the future, and Cyclops said they'd keep looking for them, because it's what family does. Everyone agreed, and they had a slice of that character's favorite pie to remember them and celebrate their memory... (... ) (Kevin, are you okay?) (yeah, i'm fine, I just- it reminds me of someone, and I really miss them) (... do you want a hug?) (aaaaw, kit-cat... i'd love one, especially from you♡)

( @thewickedweiner @sugar-soda @weebwholovesuchihasasuke @danni1323 @vivid-bun What do y'all think? And who oh who could the mystery character be?) (We all know who they are, but I wanted to ask it anyway!)

[tinycoded360]

Sterling Household-Sick Giant

"I'm going to help Sterling." Cassia declared at the table in their tiny kitchen, hidden within the walls of the human’s home.

Milton jerked back in surprise, choking on his tea. “Wh…what do you mean?”

“He’s been sick for the past day. Throwing up and bedridden. I think it would be good for us to help somehow.” Cassia explained. “He already knows about us and has saved Emma and our kids. I think this would be good for our relations.”

“Relations?! There are no relations with a human!” Milton looked shocked and confused.

“It can’t be helped. We have relations with him now. We either make them good, or we move. What if he gets annoyed with us? Hmmm?” Cassia challenged her husband.

Milton sighed. Cassia grinned, knowing she had won.

“See? Relations can’t be helped now. We might as well take advantage of a tame bean.”

“What do we suggest we do?” Milton asked.

***** “This is insane!” Emma grumbled as she helped Cassia gather supplies- a thimble for carrying water, thread for rope, an upturned metal cap for a pot, and other gear that would be useful for their task.

“Well, we don’t want to seem ungrateful; he did help you, after all.” Cassia pointed out.

“I know, I know. But I don’t have to like it.”

“Did you get what I asked for?” Cassia asked her friend.

“Of course! It was easy, I’m a pro at fishing, I know all the best spots.” Emma said with pride. She pulled off her backpack and opened it showing three big fish. Or big fish compared to the borrowers, to a human the fish would be more like small guppies.

“Perfect! Milton’s gonna use those to lure Whiskers out of the way!”

Cassia took a deep breath and stepped out from the walls, exposed on the giant's countertop.

Milton stood at the bottom with their children. He threw a grappling hook to the counter, which Cassia helped latch. Then, they worked together to get their children to climb up. Next, Cassia lowered the fish down.

“Why can’t I stay with Papa? I can help!” Agnes protested with a pout.

“You stay with your mother; I don’t want you near his cat! It’s better if I do this alone. Now you be good for her. She’ll need all the help she can get for this,” Milton shouted up to his family and disgruntled daughter.

Cassia shot her husband a grateful smile. "It'll be alright, dear. We'll look out for each other," she said gently. “Now, you be careful!”

Milton nodded. Leaving to find the giant feline.

"Here, kitty-kitty..." Milton called in a sing-song voice, watching Whiskers' ears perk up from her dozing spot by the hearth. With a flick of her tail, she rose, her movements graceful and silent—a stark contrast to the frantic beating of Milton's heart. Milton had tied the fish together to a string. He broke out in a run, pulling the treat with him.

Leading her through the open back door, Milton danced just beyond her reach, the string pulling a fat, yummy fish, enticing the cat. Whiskers pounced, playful yet deadly. He darted left, then right, his small size an advantage in the game of cat and mouse they played. He spun around as Whiskers took hold of the fish. Whiskers started purring up a storm as she ate the treat. Giving Milton time to move around her and push the door closed, using all his might.

On top of the counter, the borrowers paused to catch their breath, the vast kitchen spreading out before them. Cassia took charge, pointing out the locations of knives, cutting boards, and ingredients.

"We'll need to work together to manage these giant tools," she said. Emma and her children voiced their agreement.

They slowly dragged the knife across the counter to a potato, then worked in unison to slice off chunks of the hearty vegetable. Their tiny arms strained from the effort.

Emma and Cassia worked together to push one of the pots still on the stovetop onto the burner. They then turned on the stove and filled the pot with water, using their buckets. This took a long time, and they only managed to fill it about ¼ of the way.

Soon, aromatic steam rose from their pot as the broth simmered. Cassia gave an approving nod, heart swelling with pride for her family and friends. By working together, they could achieve the impossible.

Emma turned off the giant stove, the dial clicking loudly in the silence of the kitchen. The rich scent of herbs permeated the air as the borrowers peered into the steaming pot.

"It's ready," Emma declared. "Let's fill up our containers and get this to Sterling."

The group worked efficiently, ladling the fragrant broth into thimble-sized buckets. The tiny containers looked almost comical next to the giant pot, but the borrowers knew every drop could aid in Sterling's recovery. Or, at the very least, Sterling would be flattered they went to all this work for him.

The borrowers entered Sterling's room. The giant bed loomed before them, its great expanse of fabric forming rolling hills and valleys from their minuscule perspective.

Cassia secured her rope and began scaling the bedspread, gripping the fibers like climbing holds. Emma followed close behind until they reached the summit.

Carefully, Cassia slid the bucket off her back and gazed at Sterling. His chest rose and fell rhythmically, face flushed with fever. She felt a pang of sympathy for the ailing man.

Cassia looked over the edge of the bed; she sighed in relief to see that her husband Milton had returned. Cassia tugged on the rope, helping Milton haul up the soaked cloth they had prepared. Though thin as gauze to Sterling, it took all their strength to shift the giant fabric.

Soon, the other borrowers joined them on the bed. Together, they took up positions around the cloth and heaved, maneuvering it towards Sterling's head. Their tiny hands strained against the weight, muscles burning with effort.

Finally, they aligned the cloth over Sterling's forehead. The man sighed, his body relaxing subtly as the cool fabric soothed him. The borrowers released their grip, allowing themselves a moment of rest before moving to administer the broth.

Cassia took a deep breath to steady her nerves as she approached Sterling's head, a thimble of broth in hand. She was struck by how vulnerable the human looked in repose, his usually lively features now slackened by fever. Gingerly, she climbed onto his pillow, boots denting the fabric. At this proximity, she was dwarfed by his enormous size, barely the length of his ear. Still, she felt no malice from the gentle man.

Joining Cassia, the other borrowers followed suit, tiny feet padding over Sterling's blanketed form. Their movements were cautious but purposeful as they positioned themselves around the giant's head.

Lila bounced excitedly.

Pippin looked nervous but determined.

Finn was clinging onto his father’s back in a piggyback ride. He was too small to carry the thimbles by himself. But he was happy to watch from the safety of his papa’s back as they fed the giant.

Agnes stood by Emma with her own thimble. She shifted with nervousness. While Sterling had been gentle with her when he had caught her, she was still scared of his massive presence.

Emma nodded at Cassia, signaling they were ready. Cassia tipped the thimble to Sterling's parted lips with great care, letting the broth trickle in. His throat bobbed reflexively. They continued taking turns, administering the medicine thimble by tiny thimbleful.

Suddenly, Sterling stirred, his eyelids fluttering open. The borrowers froze as his gaze found them, crowded on his pillow. Confusion clouded his expression. Then, awareness lit his eyes.

Cassia met his look unflinchingly. To her surprise, his lips curved into a tired smile.

"Wha….What are you doing?" he rasped, voice hoarse and confused.

Sterling's deep voice rumbled around the tiny borrowers gathered on his pillow.

Cassia steadied herself, pushing down her instinctive fear. This was the first time she had revealed herself to a human, but her family owed him a debt for protecting her children.

"We made you broth with medicine and herbs, so you're welcome," she said, her voice clear and strong. "I'm Cassia. My family and I want to help you get well."

Sterling's gaze shifted to her. Though she barely reached the height of his chin, the look in his eyes was one of respect.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Cassia," he replied. "I wish I wasn’t sick to meet you. You didn’t have to do this; I don’t want you guys to get sick.”

"You've kept my children from harm. I wanted to say Thank you." She smiled up at him. "Now rest. You need your strength back."

Sterling's eyes crinkled happily. He struggled to keep his eyes open, wanting to drink in the tiny people gathered around him. He tried not to shift too much, noticing how his movements caused the little people to stumble on his pillow to catch their balance. His eyes were alight with awe and affection. He found it cute to see them with their tiny thimbles, trying to nurse him back to health. He ponders on how this must have taken so much of their time. Sterling’s heart fills with a warm feeling at the thought.

Sterling froze when a tiny hand patted him on his cheek. He shifted his gaze and landed on the tiny woman, Cassia. She smiled at him. He could only really see her from the corner of his eye. “You need to rest; we can talk more when you’re better.” Sterling was fixated on the feel of such a tiny, delicate hand resting on his cheekbone. Each finger was so tiny. He could hardly see them, and certainly not at this angle, but he could feel the tiny twitches of the tiny hand.

Sterling’s smile softened, his features relaxing into lines of gentle amusement. "I'm glad you feel safe enough to speak to me." With that, Sterling closed his eyes and let sleep take him. 

Chapter 8

[gojoux]

『 𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄 』

— 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐄

· Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Reader

· Summary: He found a kitten on the street during winter. Little did you know, you and Gojo are about to become the cat's parents.

· CW: 1.8k // Fluff.

𝚂𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙴𝚂 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃

Looks like I'm going to make a mini-series out of this Snow White universe haha ≽^•⩊•^≼

Your hand pulls your coat tighter to your body to shield yourself from the cold, snow-covered winds, and an umbrella with a transparent canopy where you could see the snow falling clearly on your other hand.

The weather is freezing cold. Tiny snows are falling from the cloudy sky, covering everything in white.

Your heart feels warm when you see the sight not far from where you stand, and a small smile of adornment appears on your face.

Gojo was kneeling on the snowy ground, a few snow sticking onto his pants, while he held his own umbrella.

You know that he can sense you, yet his attention is focused on something in front of him, and you walk closer to see what catches his attention.

“Oh, you found a tiny kitten.”

You kneel down as well to take a better look at the small animal inside the box, shivering from the cold. Its fur is covered in snow, and coincidentally, it matches the winter snow and... the hair of the boy beside you, whose gaze is focused on the kitten.

“Hmmm?” He finally looks at you. “I suppose I did.” He turns back to look at the kitten, reaching his hand out to gently scratch under its chin. “Aren't you cute?”

He puts his umbrella beside the box and picks up the kitten with his two hands. He did so gently as if he feared it was going to break like an old antique ceramic.

The small, white kitten rests in the palm of his hand, its tail curled around his index finger. The kitten nuzzles into his hand, purring. In a gentle voice, he shifts to you slightly, “Do you want to pet it?”

“Yes, please.” You smile at the sight of how tiny the kitten is in his hands. You reach your fingers to feel the furs that are dusted by snow. “It's so cute.”

The kitten makes a small meow, its paws wriggling as you scratch behind its ear. He watches the interaction closely and chuckles at your praise, his hand carefully adjusting the kitten in his palms.

“You're a softy, aren't you?” He teases, looking at you from beneath his glasses. “Kitten suits you.” He gently strokes the top of the kitten's head. The kitten purrs louder, snuggling into his fingers.

“I think it fits you.” You smile, silently pointing out how the kitten's fur matches his hair, snow white.

Gojo raises an eyebrow at you with a teasing grin, his gaze falling on the kitten in his hand. “Are you implying that I'm cute?”

You look at him with a ‘really?’ look while your fingers are still stroking the kitten's fur. The kitten presses its head into your hand, closing its eyes. It purrs loudly, enjoying the way you run your fingers through its fur.

“Your reaction tells me exactly what I need to know.” He chuckles quietly. “You think I'm cute.” He shifts the kitten into the crook of his elbow.

There's no use in entertaining him, might as well agree with him anyway. “Think as you wish.”

“I can't leave it here in the cold, I think I'll bring it with me.” He looks down at the kitten again. “Also, I don't see a mom cat anywhere.”

‘How long has he been here to know that?’ You think to yourself.

“You should. It's still so tiny... I'd feel bad if we left it here alone in the cold like this.” You nod in agreement as you look at the kitten in pity.

He gently scoops the kitten up in his palm, cradling it against his chest before grabbing the umbrella and rising to his feet. “I'll have to keep it in my dorm room tonight.”

You also stood up, your eyes shifting from Gojo to the kitten. “We're going to the dorm, right? We could go together.” He offers. “Yeah. I'm heading back anyway.”

“You're really going to keep it, right?” You take a look at the kitten snuggling close to him while you both walk side by side.

He lets out a small laugh as the kitten nuzzles against him. “I think I can't abandon it after all of this, and it's too cute to leave behind.” He looks down at the kitten once again, his eyes filled with affection.

“Besides, it suits me.” He glances back at you with smirk on his face, reminded from your words earlier.

“It could use a bath, too, and probably some warm milk.” He murmurs to himself, his eyes looking fondly at the kitten. You can't help but smile at the sight.

After a few minutes of quiet, comfortable walk and some talks in between, you've finally reached the dorm. You both put your umbrellas aside before going inside.

Gojo unlocks the door to his dorm room and opens it, still holding the purring kitten in his arms. He takes a step to the side to let you in first.

“Is it okay?” You ask first since you've never been inside his personal room.

He nods. “It's fine, don't worry.” He sets the kitten down on the floor, where it immediately starts exploring the room. The kitten purrs as it sniffs around Gojo’s belongings, examining the room with interest.

“Welcome home,” He says quietly before putting his bag on the shelf, gesturing to you to do the same.

You sit down on the small carpet on the floor near his bed, your eyes looking at the kitten in awe. “It's so cute.”

“It is cute.” He grins, crosses the room to join you on the carpet, and sits down next to you, also watching the kitten. “I think I have a new roommate.”

After a moment, the kitten turns its head and glances at Gojo. It meows once, its tail curling around his leg. “It likes you.” You admire how clingy the kitten is around him.

“Seems like it.” He pats the kitten behind the ears as it rubs against his hand. “It's a keeper, then.” He glances at you.

“Do you have any name suggestions?” He gestures toward the kitten, who has begun pawing at the carpet.

“Is the kitten female or male?” You ask back. “Can you already tell when it's still so small? It looks less than a month old.”

“Hmm, good question.” He glances at the kitten once more. The kitten rolls on its back, exposing the fur of its belly. Gojo's hand immediately reaches forward to rub its belly.

You take a closer look at the kitten's private area, trying to identify the places of the kitten's holes. “I think it's a girl...” You murmur, noticing that they're close to each other.

The kitten meows at you, rolling its paws around. “You think so?” He takes the kitten to his gentle grasp.

“Let me take a look.” He leans in closer. He examines the kitten's body, where the kitten's private area is located. The kitten wriggles against his hand, mewing more loudly.

He looks up at you, “Well, what do you know? It’s a girl.” He let the kitten go on the carpet. “It seems you know your cats.” He strokes the kitten's head and back.

“So... Any suggestions for a name?” He asks again.

“Are you trusting me to name the kitten?” You ask back again.

“Why not?” His brows raise subtly. “Can I trust that you’ll give me a decent name?” The kitten rolls onto its stomach once again, mewing faintly.

He pets it between the ears, his hand gently stroking its small head. “I trust you won't fail me, or this kitten.” He looks at you again.

“Mmm...” You think for a while as you look at the kitten who is being petted by him. “How about... Koyuki?” You suggest.

Koyuki means ‘small/little snow’. Fitting for this tiny kitten with snow-white fur you both find this winter season.

“Koyuki... Koyuki...” Gojo rolls the name on his tongue, repeating it a few times. He gives a small nod. “I like it.” That settles it.

“This is Koyuki.” He picks up the kitten once again, this time holding her in both hands as he admires her closely.

“What do you think?” He asks the kitten in front of his face. The kitten gives him a meow in front of his face as if she approves of the name.

You both laugh at the sight, absolutely adoring this furry baby even if you just met her not long ago. “I suppose it's settled then.”

He stands up and sets the kitten down on his bed. “From now on my dorm room will belong to me and Koyuki.”

Koyuki hops from his hold and rubs against the bed sheets, purring as she does. “Well, I guess she's claimed her spot already.”

Your smile widens, despite the cold weather, this sight makes you warm. “I think I'm attached to this little girl.” You stand up to pet Koyuki again.

“I hope you don't mind if I visit your room from time to time.” You look at him hopefully.

He grins playfully at you. “I hope you don't mind if I spoil my little friend here.” He looks at the purring Koyuki.

“But of course, you're welcome to visit whenever you want.” He leans back on his bed, crossing his arms. “Though I don't know why you'd visit a guy's room so often.” He teases playfully.

“Besides, Koyuki seems to like you too. You have her approval.” He remarks, chuckling softly.

“Mind you, I'm visiting her not you.” You pout at his words, focusing on petting Koyuki.

“Of course, of course.” He smiles widely at you. “Koyuki is the real star of the show here, after all.” He crosses his legs, looking over at the purring cat.

You both watch as Koyuki continues her playing, rolling onto her back. The kitten lets out a loud meow, stretching out her tiny paws and legs.

“Right. We need food, a water bowl, a litter box, toys, a warm and comfortable bed, a cat tower, a scratching board...” Gojo starts to ramble off a list of items the kitten would require, contemplating the list of things he need to get for Koyuki.

“You're coming along.” He adds. He let Koyuki play on his bed before standing up. “I can't leave her alone here with all the important stuff we need to buy.”

“Alright.” You walk towards the shelf to grab your bag where you put it earlier. “Let me just go to my room and change from the uniform. You too.”

He follows you to the door to open it for you. “Text me when you're done, yeah?”

“Of course.”

He holds a hand up to wave you a short farewell as you walk towards your room, and you hear the door closed after a few steps away.

Looks like you and Gojo are about to get closer because of Koyuki.

Gojo is a cat person, that's a fact, because I said so >:)

[hiskillingjar]

Overstimulation (Ren/MC)

day 25: overstimulation second person

"Ah-ah-ah-!"

You gasped brokenly as your hips rutted up desperately against the wide, rumbling head of the hitachi, wielded like a weapon, something to be used against you and to cause you pain, as his other hand roughly groped your chest, his claws digging into your skin.

"Oh, those sounds are way too cuuute~" Ren cooed condescendingly, rolling your nipple (pert and pink and oh-so-sensitive from all his teasing) between his thumb and pointer finger, pressing the vibrator even harder against your cunt as he brought his face closer to yours, sharp teeth smiling as he watched you hungrily, like you were a squirming animal in his trap. "Is that what I do to you, baby? Do I make you sound all porny and desperate, hmmm?~"

"Mmph..." You squeezed your eyes shut, tugging hard at the zip-tie that kept you bound and secured the basement's support beam and biting your lip, hard enough that you might have been concerned about drawing blood (if you could even think). When he tilted the vibrator a little, rubbing the ridged side against your clit, you took in a broken gasp, your eyes shooting wide again, staring up at the swinging lightbulb behind his head like it was the only thing you had left. "Nghhh, stoooop, I can't-!"

Ren giggled a little, running his tongue over his shining, wet jaws before leaning in close, pressing his nose against your neck, taking in your scent. 

"Not yet, not just yet," He whispered as he pressed the vibrator down a little harder, listening to your hitched breaths as he dragged it up and down your weeping slit, stimulating every sensitive area you had. "You can take it, I know you can take it. Don't you want just a little more, anyway? Don't you want to make me proud? I can make you feel so much better..." He nuzzled his face against your neck then, his own breath growing ragged and his tail wagging erratically as he kept pawing at your chest. "I'm the only one who can make you feel this good, after all."

"R-Ren, please, I really can't take it," You whimpered desperately, your voice quivering as much as your body was, trying to plead to him as he stared intently at your sweaty face. "It hurts, please..."

"Oh, you poor thing..." Ren said with a pleased sigh, a condescending click of his tongue. "You should believe in yourself more. You just need the right kind of encouragement, I think..."

He stopped groping your chest for a moment to caress your cheek and push your hair away from your hot face, an intimate and gentle gesture reserved for lovers (that feels mocking when he does it), and then leaned in, planting a firm and deep-tongued kiss to your lips, sharp fangs nipping your lips and making you bleed.

Unable to fight back, you groaned helplessly, your eyelids fluttering and your body tensing up as he kissed you, the hand on your cheek pushing your head back against the support beam, pinning you still so he could take you exactly as he wanted you. 

"I just love the sound of your moans, you know," He whispered against your lips, parted and panting, a thin string of spittle connecting them and threatening to break. "And your reactions, god, they're getting me so hot... and I'm not even halfway done with you."

Not even halfway done. How on earth were you going to survive this?

Ren chuckled quietly, almost innocently, biting his lip to suppress a smile as he pressed his forehead to yours, his eyes on yours as he gradually turned the vibrator up a few more notches, the buzzing getting louder and so much more intense.

"God-!"

You gritted your teeth with a desperate whine, your toes curling against the cold cement floor and your legs trembling underneath him, where he was straddling you and gradually rutting his own hips down against you. 

"Please, please stop, I can't, I can't-!"

"Oh no. I don't think I'm ready to stop just yet." Ren replied with another little chuckle, his playful smile broadening further into a sharp grin, his smile lines dimpling. "After all, you are so very pretty when you're all turned on like this. When you're drooling as much as your cunt is." He giggled again, his pale cheeks flushed pink, like he was saying something especially naughty. "So many cute sounds just waiting to be made, like you're my very own personal hentai..." 

A lecherous look came to his golden eyes as he turned up the vibrator another notch.

"Let's see if we can make just a few more, shall we?"

"AHHHN!" You cried out, your back arching and your eyes squeezing shut tight, your lips trembling as he pressed even closer to you, his chest practically pressed against yours, tilting the hitachi again and rubbing the bumped ridge of it against your hard clit, stimulating where you were most sensitive and relishing in just how much it was torturing you. "MPH!"

"Ohhh, oh, baby, that's it. You're doing oh-so-well, doing such a good job for me." He whispered hotly, kissing up your neck, his tongue occasionally darting out to lick over already existing bruises. "Why don't you be a good girl for me and just let yourself feel every single little thing I can give you, hm?" He tilted his head, his ears twitching. "It's easier than resisting it, right? Easier to be honest than to keep lying to yourself that you don't adore this feeling~"

"Pleaseeee," You drawled, a viscous string of spittle trickling from your lips and down your chin, tears beading in your eyes, your forehead sweating from the effort of keeping yourself from breaking apart completely under him. "Please, please, fill me up then, make me cum, I can't take it-!"

Ren laughed out loud upon hearing your request, digging his knee into your spread thigh, painful and heavy. 

"Are you begging now? Really?" He chuckled. "I'm not sure if you're in the position to be doing that, sweetie. But, yeah, maybe I will fill you...or maybe I'll do something else." 

The vibe went up another notch. Your eyes rolled back in your skull and you were beginning to lose the ability to even make words anymore.

"And I can do so much more than this too..." He whispered, pressing his cheek against yours and staring at your face, watching as your expression gave away just how much you were getting lost in the pleasure, eyes going hazy and your mind fuzzing into fog behind it. "I can make you feel so many things... so many things you haven't felt before. I can make this last forever, if I really wanted to." He giggled softly and gave you a light peck on your trembling lips. "That's an idea, isn't it? Keeping you tied up in this basement, rutting against a vibrator, cumming your brains out day after day. Maybe I'll be kind enough to fuck you sometimes too, if you ask for it super nicely. Sometimes."

Another notch. You felt your body jerk and spasm, a puppet with cut strings, a toy moments from breaking.

You wondered how many other toys he had broken. Then wondered how you still even had enough of a brain to think about that.

"I can do a lot of things to you, and I intend to do each and every one. Just as I please."

[catiecat1320]

Sonadowtober Prompt 26: Blindfold

Still at it...

In hindsight, what they tried was incredibly stupid. Was it worth it? Sonic would say yes

Read below🔽

Sonic’s inner compass spun wildly as he waited for Shadow to give him the go-ahead, giddy with both nerves and excitement. “Are you done yet?”

“No. If you would stay still for a second, this would be faster,” was the response, to which Sonic groaned. 

“Come on, how long does it take to blindfold someone?”

“There.” Shadow let go, and Sonic heard him step back to admire his handiwork. “Just had to make sure you couldn’t see.”’

This might be one of their stupidest ideas yet. But according to Shadow, it wasn’t his fault that Sonic was an arrogant little bastard, boasting that he “could do better blind” when the former had gotten lost. Then again, maybe he’d gotten ahead of himself. Shadow didn’t even get lost for that long. They’d still tied their race like always.

Anyhow, proof of statement was demanded, and it all spiraled from there.

“Alright, let’s do t—” Something snatched Sonic’s wrist before he could finish his sentence, and with a familiar upside-down feeling he and his partner-in-arms warped to somewhere unknown. “Wha?” Instinctively, the hero reached up to remove the blindfold obstructing his vision, earning him a slap to the wrist.

“Can’t have you cheating,” Shadow explained. Sonic let out a mock gasp of offense at the accusation. “We’re not that far off from where we were. Now. Impress me.”

“Alright, mister. Let’s see…”

Sonic spun around, trying to gauge where Shadow had dragged him. His ears flicked to the sound of water on his right, making a mental note to stay away. Hmmm… Not that far off, huh? Then he knew that water!

He turned northeast, thankful that the lake was behind him. Tails’ lab— or at least, one of them— should be straight ahead. “This way!”

“Hmph.”

Sonic laughed as he led the way. “Aw, don’t be jealous, Shads.”

“I’m not jealous.”

“Ya sure about that?” Just as the words left his mouth, Sonic tripped over something he couldn’t see, nearly falling on his face. If not for Shadow catching him, he'd be eating dirt.

“Yes, I’m sure. Less talking and more walking, Sonic.”

Unfortunately, ten minutes of silence later he was starting to get antsy. This was boring. “Hey. Shads. Shadow.”

“What is it, hedgehog?”

At least a few paces behind him. Perfect. “I bet I could get to Tails’ lab before you.”

“...What?”

The confusion in his voice made Sonic snicker. “C’mon! I’ll race ya!”

“You’re wearing a blindfold,” Shadow stated matter-of-factly.

“Then you should beat me, right? Unless you get lost~” Sonic cooed, turning in the direction of his voice. Mentally he charted a course, visualizing what he couldn’t see. He’d been through these parts a million times! This should be fun.

“Th-that’s not—”

“Great! Three-two-one-GO!”

“SONIC!” But he was already gone, leaving only laughter in the wind and a very unprepared Shadow to chase after him. And chase, he did, by the sound of it, rockets firing with a dramatic FWOOSH. “Sonic, WAIT!”

“Nuh uh! It’s a race, Shads,” he called back. “You know what racing is right? Try to keep up!”

“Wh–IDIOT, LOOK IN FRONT OF YOU—”

“I can’t see!” He gestures to the cloth on his face. The following ‘That’s what the blindfold’s for,’ never manages to leave his mouth, however, because he suddenly gets a real up close of the thing he was warned to look for. Too close.

For a second Sonic can only register a clash of random sounds, the most distinct being Shadow’s voice. He had such a pretty voice, smooth and deep and rumbly. And loud. It occurs to him that maybe he should be deciphering whatever the words mean. 

But the realization comes too late, a jolt of energy running up his arm where Shadow grabs his wrist, and a second later his lunch decides to take a trip back up and out.

Thankfully there was a trash can to prevent an ugly mess.

“...in the world would you think that was a good idea?!” are the first words to filter through coherently as Sonic’s sat down, a groan escaping him. What idea?

Light stabs his retinas as the blindfold’s taken off, at the same time realization stabs his brain. Oops. “I-in my defense,” he croaks, “I know that place really well. I thought—”

“You thought?! You thought what, Sonic, what?! Anyone with a crumb of common sense would know that running with a blindfold is a stupid idea! Especially in an area with obstacles like TREES! Didn’t you say you know that place well?! Chaos, Sonic, you probably have a concussion. From running into a tree.”

“Look,” Sonic tries as Shadow presses a hand to his temple, the familiar warmth of chaos energy taking the edge off the throbbing pain making itself known in his skull.

“Look? That’s what you should’ve been doing!” He shoves the emerald into Sonic’s hand with more force than necessary, leaving to get something to clean up the blood trickling down his rival’s face.

“I couldn’t!” Sonic protests. “You blindfolded me, remember? And before you yell at me about that too, it was your idea.”

“What was his idea, Blue?” The door clicked behind Rouge as she walked in, far too interested a smirk on her face. He’d almost forgotten that she lived here along with Shadow. “And what happened to your head?”

“Uh…”

Shadow stops him before he says something stupid, grabbing his face and turning it towards him for the deadliest glare he can give. It serves a double purpose of giving him a good angle to wipe the crusting blood off.

“...y’know, just the usual.”

Sonic ignores the way Shadow scoffs at that. From his peripheral vision he sees Rouge raise an eyebrow, wordlessly fishing her phone from her pocket and toying with it before opening her mouth. “That’s not an answer. Enlighten me, what was Shadow’s brilliant idea?”

“Nothing.” The striped hedgehog snaps in Sonic’s stead, tightening his grip on the other’s face.

Rouge shakes her head and snickers. “You sure about that?” 

Shadow’s distressed yelling suddenly replays as she turns up the volume on her phone, both hedgehogs’ eyes ballooning at the sound. “Seems like Sonic’s rubbing off of you. Since when did you believe he wouldn’t run into a tree like that, Shadow? You know how he is.”

Sonic yanks Shadow’s hand off his face with an indignant “Hey!” as the other sputters, flushing in embarrassment. When he finally manages to string together a coherent sentence, he seeks to change the subject. 

“W-when did you tap this house…?”

“That’s beside the point, hun.”

“Rouge.”

She rolled her eyes. “You need to grow a sense of humor, Shadow.” She gestures to Sonic, who claps a hand over his mouth as he tries in vain to suppress his giggles. “Your little boyfriend gets it!”

“He’s concussed,” Shadow says, before the other part of her sentence kicks in. “Wh— boyfriend?!”

“I’ve said my piece,” Rouge sang, fluttering out of the room with a flippant wave, ignoring Shadow’s protests.

Sonic didn’t stop laughing until Shadow threatened to give him another concussion.

[storiesofmyhead]

Part 1 to my blurb that i put out yesterday.

I decided to elaborate on Part 1.5 as I was quite fond of the idea.

My OC's name is Valarie, she is an all-white pure doe, who is also a cannibal, her eyes are pitch black. She is the sister of Velvette who died at the same time as her sister at the at of 21.

"Rosie I'm not so sure about this. What if he doesn't like me." I worry.

"Oh sweetheart. He will love you. I just know it. You just can bring up the Vee part alright?"

Taking a deep breath I nod. "Alright. Ive got this."

"Youve got this. Now go out there and get your man."

Sending her a look I walk out of her house.

~~~~

Knocking on the door, I stand outside gathering my courage. I never was the one to just talk to a boy especially, a boy that could just rip my head off before I even knew what was happening.

The door opens to show Alastor in all of his glory, his smile shinning at me.

"Hello! The name's Alastor my dear~ Pleasure meeting you!" He speaks. "Miss MorningStar is not here currently but I can answer any of your questions for now!"

I smile at him, using all of my strength to keep my tail from wagging. "Hello Alastor. I am Valarie, it's a pleasure."

"The pleasure is all mine, sweetheart~" He grinned, extending his hand out in a polite manner for a handshake.

Reaching mine out, I grab his as I take in his appearance. My eyes find his red ears and short antlers as they follow his body down to his hoofs.

'So, he's a deer, or I guess a buck. He must have a tail. I bet it would be so cute, though his stupid coat covers it.'

"You know my friend Rosie, don't you?" I ask though it wasn't really a question, I already knew he did. "She speaks very highly of you, you know. Going on and on about how much of a gentleman you are." I smile softly.

"Rosie? Of course, I know my dear Rosie! Very good friend of mine, she is." He chuckles a bit. "She's a very charming gal. I have no doubt she'd talk about me!" He laughs.

I smile knowing that he appreciates their friendship as much as I know Rosie does. "Well, she sent me over here telling me how we would get along, so tell me Alastor. What do you do for fun around here?" My eyes gleam with mischief.

"Oh-ho, you want to know what I do for fun?" A small smile apparent of his face as he leans down to my shorter frame, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Mhm." I hum my eyes staying connected with his as I leaned up towards him.

"Well~ Let's see, I enjoy cooking, making deals with other disloyal, miserable sinner, and I must say I do have a rather enjoyable taste for the radio." He grins. "And you, my dear? What do you do for enjoyment?"

"Hmmm~" I hum in thought before grinning up at him. "I do like playing with the feelings of poor, miserable sinners. Oh! or maybe making them suffer while I tear them apart limb from limb. I feel as if they just taste so much better after they suffer, don't you agree?" I grin my sharp teeth at him, basically drooling at the thought.

Alastor just grinned more, his smile growing wider. "Oh, of course I do, darling! The fear in their eyes, the screams that slowly turn into agonized sobs as they realize no help is coming to their rescue. It's just so entertaining.

"Mhm." I nod before furrowing my eyebrows. "You do seem quite familiar. Are you sure we haven't met before?"

He raised his eyebrow. "Quite familiar? We've never met before, love." He chuckles a small bit, he was certain he'd remember a girl just like Valarie.

"Hm. Well then, I'm glad we've met now." i smile though I rack my brain trying to think of where I've met him before. Inhaling sharply realizing my mistake. Though I've never met him formally, I've heard so much.

'I shouldn't have taken Rosie up on this offer, when I recognized his name I should've stopped her and declines but it was just too tempting. The way she told me how we would match perfectly, had my little doe tail wagging like a puppy seeing it's owner after they left. Vox is going to be so angry if he finds out.' My thoughts run wild.

"Is something the matter, dear? I couldn't help but notice your small huff." His red eyes were trained on me like an eagle, every small detail of me, I knew he noticed. His cane tapping the ground as I think of an answer.

I clear my throat and shake my head softly. "No, nothing at all. I just remembered something Rosie told me is all." I chuckled nervously.

'Fuck, please don't find out Vox.' i think.

"Oh? And what did Rosie happen to tell you?" Did she mention anything about me~" He had a small sly grin playing at his lips, I knew he could sense my nerves. 'This would be so fun unravel' Alastor thinks.

"W-well." I stutter.

'Stutter? When the hell did I start stuttering' I think.

"Nothing much, only that she thought we would make the best of friends." I smile batting my eyelashes at him.

He chuckled once more, his grin getting even more wide as he listened to me stutter. "Oh, darling, I can hear the nervousness in your voice~ Are you sure that's the only thing she told you?"

I felt as if he was a predator, and I was his prey that he had caught in his trap, he'll continue to slowly close the gaps on me until I can't move.

The ears on the top of my hear twitch as my tail wiggles a bit. "Nope." My cheeks grow red.

'What the hell is going on. I've never felt or acted like this before." I thought.

"I know you're nervous and trying so desperately to hide it~" He was so close to me, as his cane dropped to the ground. "Your face is all red and your tail is wagging. You've either caught a fever, or your nervous. And I have a feeling it's not the former."

I giggle and take a step back. "Ah yes, I do feel a bit hot. I think I am coming down with something."

"Oh?" He takes one more step towards me, closing the distance once more. "Really~ Is it because you find me so enticing?" He grins, his head leaning down and his voice now but a whisper in my ear as he slowly grabs my hand. Bringing it up to his lip, he gently places a kiss on it.

My eyes flutter a bit as I weakly shake my head.

He slowly lowers my hand from his lips, holding it as lets it hang between us. "Is it because you have a thing for tall, dapper men?" he chuckles a bit.

"U-uhm. I-I should get going. I'm sure Rosie is dying to know all the details of our conversation. You know how she is." I say making no movement to leave.

He grins once more. "Hmm, really?" He held my chin in his hand, causing me to look up at him, my face red.

I can feel my tail wagging no matter how hard I try to move away I can't.

His hand slowly moves up from my chin to the top of my head, gently rubbing it. "Aww, look at you! You're a pretty little thing~ You remind me of a adorable, tiny doe stuck in the headlights of a car~" He coo's.

Humming at the sensation as he pets my head and ears, I barely hear his words.

"See? You're like a puppy for me! So cute, so small. So easy to manipulate!" He takes step closer, his other hand slithering onto my waist as a sly look held in his eyes. "So cute and so. Submissive~"

I whimper a bit. "I... really should... get. Going~" I say still making no move to leave.

'Why am I acting like this. I'm an overlord for fucks sake.' I think.

He grins as he slowly tightened his grip, pulling me closer to himself. "Hmmm. Are you sure? Because the tone of your voice says the contrary~ You say you're trying to leave, but your body says no~"

"Mhm." I hum. "Vox is going to be-" My eyes widen at the hidden information I just let out.

Hearing the name, instantly made Alastor's expression change from what once was flirtatious to now serious, his eyes wide. "Repeat that." He demanded. It was the first time in a while that Alastor would let someone see him with a genuine shocked expression, and when it faded, it was replaced by a glare.

"I- umm." My breathing labored. My pitch-black eyes, that said to anyone who looked at me that I was a cannibal, wide as my tail and ears twitched nervously.

"I said repeat that." His expression was harsh, his hand gripped my chin once more, forcing me to look at him. "Did I hear correctly? Vox? As in that big screen bastard with blue eyes?"

I whimper. "I didn't want to ruin this I-I'm sorry. I'm part of the Vees. You've never seen me before because I hand out in cannibal town more than I do them."

His hand let's go of my chin, instead grabbing me by the arm, his grip quite strong as it stung a bit. "Of course you're with that damn bastard." he growled.

'I had no idea as to why I felt the need to apologize, but ive never felt this feeling before. My death coming at the young age of 21 led me to never fulling feel the connection between someone else. The connection I had just broke between us. Maybe there was never a connection, and it was just me, but it doesn't matter because it's all gone now.' I spiraled. My eyes dart to his hand that held my arm as I winced a bit at the pain. My ears laid back against my head.

It seemed that Alastor realized how harsh his grip was as he loosened it. "Apologies, I don't mean to be so harsh love. It's that prick's fault. He's pissed me off and he's a damn pain in my ass."

"I-it's ok. I'm sure you want me to leave now. I can tell Rosie it just didn't work out. She'll be sad, but I can tell her that I just didn't feel anything."

He stayed quiet and thought about it for a moment. "Hmmm. How do you like Vox? he's one of your friends, correct? You talk to him and spend time with him?"

"Mhm. I guess so." I shrug.

He grinned as he gently ran his hand through my hair, his expression changing to his usual joyful one. "Well, love, how about I make a deal with you?"

"What kind of deal?" My eyes looking up at him wide with curiosity.

He grinned as he lowered himself to be eye to eye with her. "Well dear, it's quite simply actually. Just to be mine. You'll spend lots of time with me and as an added bonus~ You'll be able to get back Vox. How does that sound, sweetheart."

"Why would I want to get back at Vox? He's always been so kind to me. Being a part of the Vees has given me so many things."

He slowly ran his hand through my hair once more, a small chuckle slipping from his mouth. "Of course, he's been nice to you~ He's putting on a kind mask for you. he would never admit it, but he treats those he sees weaker than him like objects. He's a lying, greedy, sadistic bastard. You'd be much better off without him, sweetheart~."

I look down. "But what about my sister, Velvette. She'll be so mad at me."

He held my chin once more, this time much kinder than before. "Darling, who cares what she thinks? And plus, I'll be here to protect you~ You don't' have to worry about a thing~"

"I don't know. I just can't leave my sister like that." My eyes connect with his. "If I accept- what would that mean for my freedom. I already have quite a lot as an overlord especially since I am one of the strongest of the Vees."

He hummed as he let go of my chin, his hand now resting on my collarbone, as his thumb gently rubs at my neck. "Oh, darling. When you become mine, I wouldn't dare hold you prisoner, unless it's in my arms~ I'd let you have free reign of the world, and you'll have the privileges of being my darling. Does that not sound like a good deal?~"

I can feel myself getting red at the thought of being his. "But we just met. How do you know if you really want this. I don't want to be led on or used because of my status with the Vees." I pout up at him.

He chuckled softly at my pout as it looked adorable in his eyes. His hand moves a piece of my platinum blonde hair out of my face. "Of course I want this, sweetheart. And let me tell you, I don't often like letting a girl under my wing, so you should take this as a compliment. You're a sweet, strong, and beautiful girl. Why wouldn't I want you~"

"I-I don't know." I say nervous.

he grinned widely, his eyes sparkling with excitement as he looked down at me. "So is that a yes... That you'll be mine~" His grin widened as his hand gently cupped my cheek, tilting it upwards.

I sigh, contemplating it, before nodding.

He grinned wildly as he quickly scooped me up in his arms, lifting me up and holding me in his arms bridal style. He chuckles, nuzzling my neck affectionately. "Oh, sweetheart. I'm gonna have so much fun with you~"

I giggle at his affection wrapping my arms around his neck.

He nuzzled me more, placing small kisses along my neck and shoulder as he held me close. "You're so small and adorable. You're the perfect size for me to pick up and hold~ I bet you'll look so cute in my clothes as well." His eyes widen.

I feel myself heat up. "What is with this affection. Rosie told me you never were one for it. " I smile.

"Ah- You were talking with little miss Rosie about me?" He grinned, nuzzling my cheek. "Is that so?" He chuckled. "Rosie's wrong. I love giving affection to my partner. Someone I could share it with privately."

Turning my head I place a kiss on the tip of his, nuzzling it. "I really do have to get going. Rosie will start to believe you killed me if I don't." I giggle.

He grinned, placing yet another kiss on my cheek. "Aw~ Just when I was starting to enjoy this affection time? I suppose you're right, love. i guess we can't keep her waiting." He pauses setting me back down of the floor. "But before you go, I have on request."

"Mhm." I hum, looking at him patiently, love evident in my eyes.

He grins holding me close, rubbing my waist gently with his thumb. "Why not give me a kiss before you go, love~"

My eyes widen at his request as I stand still.

He pulls me closer until I was pressed against his body. "Aww, don't get too shy on me now, love. After all, I'm sure you've been wondering how it'd feel to kiss me, haven't you~"

"I-uhm."

He chuckles before surprising me as he gently cupped my face in his hand, his fingers tangled in my hair. "Don't be shy love. I know you've been wanting it~" His face lowered to mine as his lips met mine. It was a slow and gently kiss as his hand moved down from my face to my waist, keeping me as close as possible.

I hum into the kiss, melting into his body. He in return smiled into the kiss as well, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me flush against him as he deepened the kiss.

I pull away and smile at him. "I really do have to go now."

His grin still pulled on his lips, he takes my hand and kisses the back. "I suppose you're right, love. Can't keep Rosie waiting."

"Goodbye Alastor." I say softly.

"Goodbye, love." He kisses my forehead. "Remember, you're mine now~ And I'll be seeing you soon~"

[mybrainismelted]

trope mashup! 2 aaand ... hmmm ... oh! 13! 🤗💚

ok, clearly you are TRYING to break my brain with this one Nosho! #2, prison, and #13, Mermaid AU. Here goes! The first time they met, it was in Juvie. Mickey was 16, and had been here a couple of times before. Ian was 14, and this was his first time in. They were cellmates, but they didn't really talk much. The redhead was weird, constantly trading other kids for their shower time. He must have showered at least 6 times every day, and who the hell does that? Ian was gone one day, out before Mickey, but the only reason he really noticed is because his new cellmate was loud and annoying as hell. He actually found himself kinda missing the kid.

They saw each other a couple more times on the inside before Mickey turned 18, but never as cellmates again. Still, they found themselves spending time together. There was something about that kid that Mickey could never put his finger on. Something different, but familiar. Mickey was 21 when he was sent to do some big boy time. Stupid mistake trusting his brother to keep watch - he'd pay for that when Mickey was out. He was surprised to find Ian already there when he arrived though. Relieved to have a cellmate he could trust though. Ian seemed different now. He was thin, and had an air of desperation that Mickey had never seen. He didn't really know how to help, and didn't want to ask what was wrong, but he remembered.... on the second day, when he asked if Ian wanted his shower slot, the redhead had actually started crying before throwing himself at Mickey, arms wrapping around him and shaking. "Hey, s'ok Red. Just go, I'll be here when you get back, a'ight?" Mickey was left confused, but not really surprised by how much he had enjoyed the feeling of his friend pressed against him. When he got back, Ian looked... better. Not like himself, but a bit more healthy. Over the next year, they grew closer, emotionally and physically, spending most evenings wrapped up together in a way Mickey had never imagined he could allow himself. He still had to shower sometimes himself, but whenever he could he would let the redhead have his turn, and even bullied some of the other newbies into giving Ian their slots a couple of times a week. They made plans in the quiet of the night, plans to find each other when they got out, plans to start a new life, but there was always something, some big secret that Ian was holding back, and Mickey didn't really want to say it out loud anyway. It was spring when Ian left that time, but he promised that he would be at the docks every day until Mickey got out, waiting for him at dusk. It was summer when Mickey was released. He didn't go home, didn't go anywhere near the southside, in fact. He spent his day hanging around the docks, hoping, wishing, but never 100% sure.... until dusk arrived, and a figure appeared at the end of the docks, beckoning to him. He gasped in relief as he walked, whispering "I knew you'd come. I knew." He walked slowly, knowing that the big secret, the thing they had never spoken of, was about to be revealed. He sat down, looking down a the face of the man he loved, who was floating serenely in the water. "Can I see?" he asked quietly, eyes locked on Ian's. Ian smiled, and braced his hands on the dock, giving one great heave of his body to pull himself up, lying somewhat ungracefully beside him, with his gorgeous, green and blue shimmering tail fully on display in the last bits of light.

[egginfroggin]

Hiya!! You said you wanted an ask? Hmmm what about the cryptid Emmet au? Where Emmet is vibing doing his own thing while Akari and Rei follow his tracks in confusion because he is doing their job??? What is he doing?????

Does Emmet become like a folktale legend in this au???

(also sorry if I haven't responded/interacted in a bit the Fog ™ is real hahaha Orz)

Thank you for existing!! All the luck to you in defeating the Fog ™!!!

Hi! Thank you! ^^ Ough, the Fog is so real, you're correct. orz

Emmet is doing a lot of things in the Cryptid variant, including but not limited to quelling nobles, terrorizing the local pokemon populations with his slightly-overleveled team, and trying to ignore the fact that he hasn't received human touch in an increasingly long time. And of course, as always, he is doing his best.

As for what else he's doing? Well. It just wouldn't be an installation in the series if someone didn't get hurt at some point, right? :>

I wouldn't say that he becomes a folktale, but maybe a bit of a legend. He's a bit spooky, and tends to avoid people unless he's quelling Nobles or befriending the Ride Pokemon (also referred to as Nobles in my fics, admittedly). When he eventually leaves Hisui, his presence remains in exaggerated stories children from the Clans and Jubilife share with each other, as well as in a few records put down for posterity's sake -- Professor Laventon's diary tells the most about him, and even that remains relatively vague, with his name left a mystery in order to prevent any Time shenanigans from happening should someone come across the records in the future.

I hope to touch up on more of the other characters' POVs, especially the little twins'. Not that there won't be bits from Emmet's POV, but a lot of it is turning out to be Akari and Rei.

Also, my estimate for the wordcount of the fic -- currently titled Blind to All but Gold -- has noticeably gone up, so despite the results of the poll, I'm heavily doubting that it will be a oneshot. ^^;

Thank you so much for the ask! Don't worry about not interacting too much lately -- the Fog is an insidious thing, and when it hits, it hits. I hope it leaves you alone soon, though, and I hope you have a very good day! Thank you again! ^^

(Blurb under the cut! Mild cw for blood and implied injury)

The Gabite all but glowered at them, claws buried in the snow, and all Rei could think was of how it was a dragon-type, it was weak to ice, yet here it was, tenacious and strong enough to weather what should have killed it. Chimecho tilted itself, sending a warning series of chimes. There was something on the dragon's front, he noticed – something painted along its tightly muscled, scratched-up chest – it was darker than the red already there, gleaming in the faint light. The Gabite lowered its half-raised claws down and to the side, exposing its front. It rumbled, stepping back into the shadows, and neither of them dared to breathe. It came back, shuffling the snow before its feet, claws still held harmlessly down and away. Its tail lashed behind it as it shuffled just a bit farther into their light. It was blood that was smeared on its front. Patchy and dark, but unmistakable in the better light and in its viscosity. Raichu’s ears lifted slightly, and the Gabite shuffled back. Then forward again. It swung its head around, twisting, and they could see its tail swinging an agitated arc in the snow, kicking up powder heedlessly. It looked at them and keened, and Akari let out a breath, Rei doing the same.

[the-clockwork-three]

My gift for @professional-sand-eater. Hope you enjoy, I tried to work as many of your headcanons in as I could :D Thank you @bees-in-a-davidbowie-shirt for hosting the event.

Summary: When the Rum Tum Tugger sees Mistoffelees slipping through the window of an elegant building, he gets led on an adventure through the stories told in the ballet.

Tumblr version below the cut should you prefer it.

The Magic of the Ballet

The Rum Tum Tugger was not unfamiliar with wandering London at night. There was an allure to the freedom that only the stars granted him. He could chase rats, or meet friends, or cause chaos, or do whatever the hell he wanted. And when he got cold he could always return to one of his many bunkers to receive treats and pets and adoring coos. Overall, nighttime was heaven in his opinion. 

He had left that fashionable Soho flat in a fit of boredom (or had he been kicked out?) and allowed the breeze to pull him where it will. However, three hours later he was cold, damp, and more than a little miserable. Every half-reasonable creature had hidden themself away in their home and he was the only fool still out and about. It was only by the grace of his thick fur that he had not frozen to death.

Returning to Katie’s flat with his tail between his legs was beginning to look like his best option when he saw two familiar figures. Mistoffelees and Victoria sat on a balustrade to a large building, tucked against a pillar to protect themselves from the wind. They were talking far too quietly for Tugger to hear. Victoria peeled herself from her brother’s side after passing along a small package. Only after watching Victoria disappear into the dark did Mistoffelees climb up a drainage pipe and slip through a window that had been left open a crack.

Hmmm, mysterious. Of course it was nothing too out of the ordinary for those reclusive twins. However, when had the Rum Tum Tugger ever not indulged his curiosity? 

Well he had nothing better to do.

He scrambled up the building and hopped through the window to follow Mistoffelees. Tugger found himself in a blank and boring hallway, grey on all sides broken only by the occasional door. The one flash of movement was the tip of Mistoffelees’s tail whipping around a corner. Tugger followed him without a second thought.

He was led through an endless maze of identical hallways. The only sign that they were making any progress was that with every step the halls seemed to get colder. Mistoffelees trotted through an open door, completely unaware that he had been followed for nearly five minutes. Tugger waited a few moments before he ducked through.

A weight landed atop of him. He was pinned to the ground by something far too big and far too heavy. Half a second later, teeth pressed into his neck, the bite against his skin dulled by his fur. He did not risk turning his head, but he could see white paws leading up to black legs in front of him.

Chill, it's just me he said in Cat-Tongue.

Mistoffelees took a moment to recognise him, but he slowly lifted his mouth. Tugger rolled his head, trying to banish the ghost of Mistoffelees’ teeth around his throat. Once again he was glad for the dense fur that kept him safe. The weight above him shuffled enough that he could wiggle his way out.

Tugger sighed as he looked around the dark room. It was filled with shelves and tables, and densely packed with fabric of every colour and texture. He had been pinned by a huge mass of white feathers that probably fell from one of those tables. The only thing out of place was  Mistoffelees glaring at him from a cautious distance away, his eyes glowing gold.

What was that about? Tugger asked.

“I don’t appreciate being followed. Daisy was just helping,” Mistoffelees replied in Human-Tongue.

Tugger scowled. He did not understand Mistoffelees’ complete refusal to use Cat-Tongue. He had never spoken to any of the Jellicles in their most intuitive language, even as a kitten.

Daisy? You mean this pile of feathers?

He batted at the mass to make his point. However, it shifted. His paw hit the floor instead.

Huh.

He tried again, and this time he pinned some of the fabric with his claw. His triumph was short-lived, however, when the monster raised its head. And it pecked him.

Ow! What the hell?!

“You got what you deserved.”

Tugger scoffed. However he did give Daisy space as she stumbled to her feet. She was as tall as a human, but much broader and with huge limbs. Under Tugger’s very eyes she shrank until she was no larger than him. Her body rounded out, leaving him staring at a very normal, if slightly too intelligent, chicken. When she stopped shrinking, she cocked her head towards Mistoffelees.

“It would be my pleasure to lead you back home.”

She gave a deep cluck in response.

Why are you speaking in Human-Tongue? 

“Why are you insisting on speaking in Cat-Tongue?” Mistoffelees sniffed, put out. “It's not like anyone is around to hear us.”

This was a fight Tugger was never going to win. So he switched tactics.

“Where are we?”

“The Royal Opera House,” Mistoffelees puffed up with pride as he picked a direction, seemingly at random, and started walking.

“And you live here?”

“In a way, yes.”

“‘In a way’. Why do you talk like that? Just answer the question,” Tugger followed him, easily keeping pace even as Daisy sprinted after them. 

“Let me ask you a question Mr. Rum Tum Tugger: Where do you live?”

“Here and there. Wherever the will takes me.”

Mistoffelees gave him a look.

“They’re different.”

“Sure. Well I live and work in The Royal Opera House. Sort of.”

“And what would an opera house need for a cat?”

“You are looking at a Royal Ballet Corps de Ballet member. I am an essential part of the team.”

“...”

“If Gus can do it, so can I.” Tugger’s silence had offended him as he whipped his head to look over his shoulder.

“Gus exclusively plays parts written for cats. I’m not sure if they're equivalent.”

“Okay fine, I spend more time haunting the costume storage room than on stage, but I still have a part to play.”

They turned a corner to reveal several other costumes exactly like how Daisy had originally been. She chirped excitedly as she shuffled towards them. With each step she grew and grew until she was as tall as the other white masses.

“Goodnight Daisy. Thank you for coming to help me.”

The chicken-demon clucked before settling with its brethren. Mistoffelees let out a low whistle, and whatever life the chicken had drained from it, leaving it slumped and motionless.

Mistoffelees’ eyes had lost their glow but he still looked over at Daisy and her ilk with unmeasurable fondness. When was the last time anyone had looked at Tugger in that way? Perhaps it was time he found a new family to worm his way into the heart of.

He grimaced and turned away from the scene. A flash of movement caught his eye, and he gasped as he spotted a mirror tucked in a corner. Tugger rushed over to it, preening as he saw that not a single tuft of fur was out of place.

“Oh my one true love, tell me I am beautiful.”

Tugger hid his smile when Mistoffelees huffed from where he had been frozen in thought. He felt Mistoffelees stop behind him, but he did not turn his gaze from his own face.

“Are you coming with me as I check out the rest of the costumes?”

“Mhm, just give me a moment.”

“Tugger I’m too busy to entertain your Hottest Cat in London, Six Years Running schtick.”

Tugger dragged his eyes away from himself, making eye-contact with Mistoffelees through the mirror. “You think I’m hot?”

The reaction was immediate as Mistoffelees’ ears plastered themselves to his head. However he took a deep breath, and settled his shoulders. Those eyes, one gold one blue, glinted with determination.

“You certainly act like I do.”

“Dodging the question.”

“I have eyes don’t I?” he muttered under his breath as he turned around. “You can get lost for all I care.”

“Misty no! I’m sorry! Don’t abandon me in this dark scary costume room,” he teased as he jogged after him.

Without Daisy slowing them down, the two cats wove easily through the tiny spaces between shelves and under tables. Not for the first time Tugger could appreciate how every movement Mistoffelees made could be a dance. He was eternally graceful, but he easily matched Tugger’s natural pace and rhythm. Their winding and running were as natural as breathing for the both of them.

The mindless wandering gave Tugger’s mind space to think. He knew Mistoffelees had magic before this, more so than the other Jellicle cats anyways. There was magic woven into the very existence of music and dance, and all it took was a steady paw and stubborn mind to twist that magic into a more usable form. Tugger had never met a cat more determined towards artistic perfection than Mistoffelees. Neither did it surprise him that some costumes took on personalities of their own. Afterall where is there a higher concentration of music and dance than an opera house?

They stopped in front of a box full of masks. Mistoffelees did not pause before he dived in. After a minute of shuffling, he emerged with a white mask between his teeth. As Tugger examined it he found the mask was plain white with cat ears on the top.

“Is this Victoria?”

“No, Tori is a real cat. Missy, and her husband Boots, were the first spirits I ever animated. The first I animated on purpose at least.”

“Friend or foe?”

“Friend. Although she can be a pain in my side with her tendency towards catty -”

“Heh.”

“- remarks. Shut up.”

“You wound me so.”

Mistoffelees rose until he was standing on his hind legs, and then lifted one leg off the ground. He closed his eyes, and then suddenly slapped his front paw down onto his raised leg. Even through his closed lids, Tugger could see that his eyes were glowing.

“My lovely pest, why have you woken me?” the mask said, voice coming from the space where a human mouth would sit if it was being worn. 

“I have brought a gift from my sister, Missy.”

She hummed, the eyes of the mask blinking slowly. However she quickly changed her tune when Mistoffelees brought out the string of delicate white pearls. 

“Oh will you weave that into my wig for me?”

Mistoffelees grumbled at how quickly she gave him chores.

“Now now magician. If you just thought to wake my entire body I could have done it myself.”

“I cannot do that because your tutu is undergoing repairs. And you know it.”

Tugger could hear the frown in her voice despite her lack of a mouth as she said “Yes, it's rather unpleasant. Not that you would know, you brat.”

I see why you don’t like her Tugger said.

Don’t be rude Missy warned him, switching to Cat-Tongue as easily as he had. I’m a cat like yourself. 

“Missy. Tugger. Don’t fight please,” Mistoffelees sighed. “I’ll find your wig. Don’t expect a work of art.”

“Good lad. Please wake me when the repairs have been completed. And wake Boots, I miss him. I’ll take my leave now.”

“Yes Missy. Goodnight.”

Missy closed her eyes as Mistoffelees released the magic he had been holding to animate her. The moment the light faded from his eyes, the holes in the mask returned to their natural open state.

“Why do you humour her?” Tugger asked as Mistoffelees dropped Missy’s mask back into the box.

“She’s as much my family as Jellylorum is. She raised me when… when mum couldn’t. Even if mum is much nicer about it.”

Tugger hummed, and allowed himself to be led again.  He was still lost in thought when they arrived in the wig storage section and Mistoffelees wove pearls through Missy’s hair. They toured the entire costume storage warehouse, stopping occasionally for Mistoffelees to dance and animate a spirit. Sometimes the costumes just wanted a quick chat, but most of them had errands they needed running. 

“Okay, one last one for the night,” Mistoffelees sighed as he rubbed his head from being attacked by the mouse king for the third time in five minutes.

“Where could we possibly go that we have not been already? I swear we’ve been all over this room twice doing your chores.”

Mistoffelees laughed, “This last one is not for a costume piece. It’s for a prop.”

“There’s more? I had just decided that your magic was working by pulling the characters from their ballets.”

Mistoffelees shifted a little under his gaze. “That's about right. Although it is more difficult for props to have enough of a personality in their source ballet to develop a soul, there are some that do.”

“Lead the way, genius magician.”

Mistoffelees did not preen at the compliment like he normally would have. His tail sat low as he slipped out a door to the warehouse. Tugger tried to lift his spirits with jokes and prods, but it took far too long for him to cajole Mistoffelees into taking the bait.

“Okay,” Mistoffelees was a bit breathless from laughing, and Tugger found himself quite the same. “So these are the flamingos.”

“I can see that.” six long pink birds lay beside each other on a shelf.

“Shush. The flamingos like to play football and usually you can just sit back and watch them. However sometimes they get… a little overexcited. And then you have to herd them back to their shelf.”

“Football?”

“It's the closest I can get to the weird game of croquet they play in the ballet.”

“Croquet??”

“Don’t worry about it. You ready?”

Tugger took a moment to admire how excitement brought life to Mistoffelees’ mismatched eyes before he nodded. As he hummed, Mistoffelees raised one of his front paws over his head.

And the flamingos raised their heads, taking in the room around them. They hopped off the shelf onto the floor.They squawked, gently bumping their necks against them both. Mistoffelees released a ball into their midst. The birds immediately turned away from the cats in favour of butting the ball around with their heads.

“And now we wait.”

And indeed this was one of the more boring tasks. All Tugger had to do was bare his teeth at the occasional attempt by one particularly brave bird to escape into the storeroom. However, that gave him far too much time to think. To think about the warmth radiating from his chest. To think about the warm bed he left behind. To think about Katie. 

God he needed to find a new family to join his rotation so he never had to return to her.

However, to Tugger’s horror, Mistoffelees suddenly stiffened at his side. His eyes widened and his fur bristled. He dropped his magic instantly, all the flamingos dropped to the ground like dead weights.

Hide! he hissed in Cat-Tongue.

Tugger did as he was told and dove under a shelf, Mistoffelees joining him in unison. They huddled to the very centre of cover. Tugger strained his ears to catch a hint of what had scared Mistoffelees so much.

Whistling. And human footsteps.

Those footsteps continued easily down the walkway, passing them without a second thought. Then they paused.

“What are you doing down here?”

A hand reached down and caught the lifeless body of one of the flamingos by the head. One by one he returned the props to their place. The whistling picked up again as the footsteps faded into the distance.

Does he work here? Tugger asked when he was fairly certain Cat-Tongue could no longer be heard.

Yes!

Mistoffelees’ mewl was garbled, like a kitten speaking around a full mouth. Mistoffelees glowered at himself, and tried again. And again. And again. None of his attempts were anything but a clumsy attempt at a simple sound.

Is this why you always use Human-Tongue? 

Go Away! He replied. His hiss said he meant something a bit stronger, but there was no heat in it. 

You’re cute

Mistoffelees did not reply, instead just shoving against him as he led the way to the door. They darted from under one shelf to the next as they raced to safety from this person who most certainly would not be pleased to find two cats wandering around.

Hide! Mistoffelees warned again.

Tugger flattened himself against the floor. However instead of joining him, Mistoffelees threw himself out into the aisle. A hollow thunk drew the prop-master to where Mistoffelees now lay.

“Oh there you are. I swear you get lost five times as often as anything else,” the human said as he scooped Mistoffelees up.

Tugger followed close behind. He could not allow those shoes to disappear from his sight for fear of losing them both. 

The man led them to the very corner of the prop storage room. He set the cat down on a desk with another hollow thunk. From his hiding place Tugger could see the desk. Mistoffelees sat stiffly, with his ears perked up and his tail curled elegantly. His two blue eyes stared straight forward. When the human ran his hand over his head he did not move an inch. Even his fur did not shift.

“Okay you troublesome kitty, stay put. I need to do some repairs on you.”

The man walked away, leaving Mistoffelees alone on the desk. Tugger waited until the footsteps disappeared before pulling himself out of his hiding spot. He easily jumped until he was level with his friend.

Come on, let's go, he said.

Mistoffelees did not react.

Tugger batted his paw against Mistoffelees’ side and flinched when what he hit was as hard as stone. He patted him again and it was still like touching one of the lions in Trafalgar Square. He rubbed up against Mistoffelees’ cold hard body that was frozen in time.

But slowly the hardness melted away. It started with his fur. As Tugger brushed against him, it moved minutely, then stiffly, then freely. Warmth slowly spread into his shoulders, being returned with equal fervour as he was giving it. Finally that right eye of his darkened to gold.

Let's leave.

Yes!

Tugger led them both out of the prop storage room. He had spotted an exit not far from them. Not a second after they padded into the hallway did the man’s voice chase after them.

“Where did that cat go?”

Mistoffelees let out a shaky breath as he said “Pick a direction and let’s go. Doesn’t matter which one.”

Tugger nodded and they started running. At every intersection he made a random decision, and Mistoffelees followed him without question.

The breath was torn out of Tugger’s lungs when the next door led them to the wings of the main stage. Mistoffelees looked around for a second before he recognised where he was.

“Wait a second while I get the light.”

Mistoffelees closed his eyes, and began glowing slightly. There was a resounding clunk, and a spotlight flooded the stage. Tugger did not need any encouragement to run to the centre of the light. The stage warmed up quickly, and he felt like basking.

Mistoffelees joined him with easy grace, but he flopped over a few feet away. His gaze had sharpened in the time they had been running and he was no longer so worryingly stiff. He cleared his throat as he thought of something, anything, to talk about that was not the proproom.

“So Tugger. Why are you here?”

“Just wanted to see what you were up to, sneaking into such fancy buildings. Wanted to make sure you haven’t picked up any unsavoury habits from my siblings.”

“Jerrie and Teazer wish they could teach me anything. But why were you out?”

“Oh, you know. A bit of this, a bit of that. Wherever the wind took me.”

Mistoffelees narrowed his eyes. “Dodging the question.”

Damn this tom.

“A trade. I tell you this and you talk about whatever the hell happened back there.”

Those gold and blue eyes were without hesitation, “Sure.”

Tugger could not drag the words out of his throat. Every time he tried his voice failed him. He hated showing weakness, hated how pity clouded Mistoffelees’ face.

“Tugger, you don’t have to tell me anything if you really don’t want to. But if you do, I’ll explain all this to the best of my ability.”

The person I have been staying with quite a bit wanted to get me microchipped. I disagreed, and we fought. So that’s - what - like the fifth bridge I’ve burned completely in the past year. And I know all the other humans I could go to are either getting bored of me, or getting too close to wanting to be the only ones to own me.

Warm fur pressed against his shoulder.

“Oh Tugger, I’m so sorry. I know you treasure your freedom.”

And then in Cat-Tongue he said Sad! Sorry!

Mistoffelees rubbed his head all over Tugger’s body, bringing softness to every inch of him. Only when Tugger was leaning back into him easily and without tension did he stop. Tugger whined from being without something he wanted. Mistoffelees rolled his eyes, but he relented and leaned his shoulder, twining their tails together.

“I am one of the props used in the ballet, although a bit more alive than the other spirits,” Mistoffelees started.

No shit.

“Hush. I first woke up in the workshop for new props a few years ago. I was just a kitten, so I did as kittens do and wandered away looking for my mum. And one found me. And she raised me as her own alongside Tori. Jellylorum had a fright when I first returned to my true form.” He laughed. “And it's really not that bad. Yes, I cannot leave the Opera House for more than a few days, or go too far from it. And I have to be present for performances that call for me. Otherwise I am a normal cat that turns to wood when he sleeps. And can do incredible magic tricks.”

Don’t you hate it? Don’t you resent that you are stuck here and probably will be for the rest of your life?

“Sometimes. But I do really love the spirits that haunt this place. They’re like family,” and he added in a quiet voice, “They’re like the Jellicles. I love the ballet too. I love the music and the dance. I love just sitting on stage beside the dancers or being cradled in their arms as they stand in the back of the stage. I dream of doing so much more, of course. I am not without ambition, unlike those damn hawks, but if I must stay like this forever it would not be the worst fate. And as much as I was hiding today, the people who maintain the costumes and props have been nothing but kind to me and mine.”

Mistoffelees’ words were animated, his voice so different from his usual steady and gentle flow. His eyes were full of life, and his blue eye sparkled just as much as his gold one.

“And why do you never talk with this much passion at the Junkyard?”

“Nobody has given me reason to. Besides, my throat was not made with Cat-Tongue in mind.”

“But they did make it so you could speak Human-Tongue?”

He received a bat on his head for that, but Tugger did not mind. Mistoffelees was resplendent under the stage lights, even without magic lighting up his eyes he seemed to glow.

“I am not sure what made me. Was I made on purpose by another magician like myself? Or did the magic that flows through music and dance just concentrate on a random prop one day and I am lucky to be alive? I may never know.”

Mistoffelees rose to his feet and began to sway, just like he had to summon the spirits. Tugger followed him, straining his ears to hear the music that he knew only haunted Mistoffelees.

“To bring a ballet prop or costume to life I have to be able to do their entire dance, you know? I have to be able to perform the magic that makes up their soul. I wonder if I have a dance, something I, and only I, am meant to perform.”

Mistoffelees moved over the stage, his paws landing lightly and elegantly as he marked a dance he knew well. Tugger shadowed him, chasing the warmth each step left on the stage. He knew well the draw of the limelight, the pride that came from every eye being drawn to you.

He knew too well what Mistoffelees’ gaze meant, drinking in the adoration even from an audience of one. And he knew his expression matched perfectly.

And all too soon their dance came to an end. Not for the first time that evening they were both breathless, but this time something deep in Tugger’s stomach was sated.

“You can stay here. If you must.” Mistoffelees avoided eye-contact, turning his head away from the intensity that had been shared between them just a moment before.

“Oh Mistyyyyyy, thank you!”

Tugger tackled him, playfully nipping at his ear. He let his weight crush Mistoffelees who yowled and fought below him. If he was taking revenge for the ambush earlier, he would not say a word.

“Come,” Mistoffelees said as he extracted himself from Rum Tum Tugger’s (very warm and soft) trap. “I’ll show you my favourite nap spot.” 

“A bold proposition, but I won’t say no.”

Mistoffelees clicked his tongue in annoyance. Tugger could have sworn a threatening cluck echoed through the halls as he hurried after Mistoffelees.

And if one of the costume staff found two cats, one real and the other carved from wood, curled around each other between the layers of a tutu tree when she arrived at work the next day, she did not say a word.

[true-blue-sonic]

Gooood evening dear author‼️

So for the headcanon thingy

ൠ - random headcanon

☼ - appearance headcanon

☯ - likes/dislikes headcanon

☠ - angry/violent headcanon

☾ - sleep headcanon

For Shadow and hmmm Sonic?

I LOVE your interpretation of Shadow in your fics! Especially in New Beginnings. It's not usual to see someone write Shadow this well and accurate!! And not only Shadow. You write every character so well!

Good evening🍀 Thanks for the compliments, I'm glad to hear so!💕 This made me realise I actually haven't written Shadow so much at all, haha. He does intrigue me; I'm always curious how he and Silver would interact when not on a mission. They seem to be on good terms in London 2012 3DS, at least!

Shadow:

ൠ - random headcanon

I figure he sometimes goes to the ARK to ensure it doesn't fall into disrepair more, as a homage to the home he shared with Gerald and Maria. He definitely knows the place best out of anyone still alive, but he'll never be able to out-know Gerald, considering Gerald is the one who built the ARK in the first place iirc.

☼ - appearance headcanon

I think he wouldn't mind the fact that he looks so Black Arms-y, considering he left the past behind him and all. But if anyone tries to ask about it, they're gonna get the most pissed look possible sent to them, which probably terrifies any ol' mortal into immediately shutting up and leaving the topic be.

☯ - likes/dislikes headcanon

I think also he would appreciate Earth's nature and views, what with growing up on the ARK and all. I like the idea of him tending to flowers that the Lego game showed. Plus, I can imagine he figures out what flowers mean so he can plant ones with meanings he appreciates.

☠ - angry/violent headcanon

Rouge is the only one who can talk him down with words when he's irate, and even then that's not guaranteed. Considering Omega was made to contain him and was used to capture him in '06, I think he'd be the only being capable of stopping Shadow by physical force; perhaps not even Sonic would be strong enough then!

☾ - sleep headcanon

I think GUN could have lent him a place to stay somewhere so he has a roof over his head, but I figure he either crashes at Rouge or just stays outside (like under the highway in Battle) to sleep, not unlike Sonic. I do think him being UltimateTM means he can do better than Sonic with less hours of sleep, but probably not for days on end.

Sonic:

ൠ - random headcanon

Collects off-model unofficial merch made in the likeliness of him and his friends when the items are really ugly, because he thinks it's funny. He's got a few boxes stowed away in one of Tails' workshops that has the stuff in there, that he pulls out at parties and such for a good laugh with his pals.

☼ - appearance headcanon

I think Sonic would be open to many crazy things in truth or dare, but dyeing his quills is one thing he'll refuse to do when dared to XD

☯ - likes/dislikes headcanon

He doesn't have as much technological know-how as Tails for sure, but I can imagine he likes tinkering with the Tornado and seeing if she still works properly!

☠ - angry/violent headcanon

No matter what it is he's doing; if he spots someone getting bullied or a person being mean to someone else, he will intervene and chew the assaulter out. Afterwards he'll far more kindly ask the victim if they're okay, and hang out with them for a while more with jokes and such until they're smiling again.

☾ - sleep headcanon

I love the idea that he is on an active mission to find the weirdest sleeping spots possible, ranging from tree branches so thin it's a miracle he doesn't fall off, roofs of random houses, lounge chairs just left outside, the seat of the Tornado, Tails' tails, beds in guest rooms from friends (who promptly get a heart attack when they wake up in the morning and he is just There), and so on.

[sarawritestories]

🏅📚🍰? 💕

🏅 What is something you recently felt proud of in regard to your writing (finished a fic, actually planned for once, etc).

Hmmm writing this scene:

Thump, Thump.

My heart feels like it’s going to beat out of my chest. His eyes pin me to the floor, incapable of moving. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the blue dagger tail moving her head back and forth. It’s the gasp of the crowd that pulls me from Xaden’s gaze.

Thump, Thump.

The blues dragon takes a step down, and my squad parts make room for her. Her yellow eyes are looking directly at me as she takes another step forward. Dain’s face paled as he watched on, but its movement to my left caught my attention. Xaden moves from where he is standing. His face is unreadable. It’s the quaking step of the dragon in front of me, and my heart rate quickens as her yellow eyes take me in.

Thump, Thump, Thump

Despite the paralyzing fear, that I may very well die in the next few seconds I take in the creature before me. Her large horns curve on the top of her head. Her scales up close shimmer with various hues of blue and hints of black near the base of her scales, which makes her eyes stand out. Her nostrils flair, it feels like a challenge, as if she is begging for me to turn and run.

Thump, Thump, Thump.

I will not die today. I take a glance at where Dain is and spot Violet right beside him, terror on her face. She knows dragons better than I do, though I know enough, she knows my rate of survival is potentially slim here. I close my eyes and try to keep my breathing even. My heart erupting in my ears.

Thump, Thump, Thump.

I get down on my knees, my hands remaining at my sides. “What the fuck is she doing?” Jack Barlow’s voice carries over the silence that has fell amongst the court. No one else says a word as I bend forward lowering myself until my forehead touches the cool brick, the small grooves pressed against my skin. I close my eyes and I mentally recite different dance positions in my head trying to ease the fear.

Thump, Thump, Thump.

My breathing begins to even out when I feel the warm steam pressing against my neck. I take the risk and lift my head; the dragon nods her head. Is she giving me the okay to rise? Another dip of her head, and I slowly rise to my feet. As I do I meet her gaze once more, it’s just her and I, the world around us since forgotten. The dragon does something to my surprise, she cranes her neck where the tip of her snout touches the floor. She is bowing to me. The message is clear, a sign of mutual respect.

Thump, Thump.

She raises her head but keeps it low as she cranes her neck out for me. I cannot even see her eyes as she comes near and presses her snout to my chest. The chatter amongst the crowd is indistinguishable. I press my hand to her snout, her scales feel like leather under my touch, a smile forms on my cheeks, fear suddenly turning into elation. “Hello, Beautiful.” My voice was unable to reach above a whisper. She huffs in response and moves back to where she was perched before.

Adrenaline must be widdling from my body fast because I grip Ridoc’s shoulder tightly as my world tilts.

Thump, Thump.

I just survived my first encounter with a dragon.

📚 Do you read your own fic?

Yes. As much as I don't enjoy it, I do read them. Mostly as a gauge of what I can improve on or how far I've come. It is important to do it even though reading it makes Me sometimes.

🍰 Name one of your fave comfort fics (doesn’t have to be your all time fave).

Basgiath (Remi's Version) by @skyfallscotland

And

Heavy by @readychilledwine

This Cassian Fic I read multiple time the way Liz writes Cassian is my absolute favorite.