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quinosart · 5 months ago
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Inazuma Eleven Go Pokemon AU‼️
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Here are my first two designs for the au that has been on my mind for a while now. Honestly this week i’ve only been drawing the soccer kids with pokémon so……. lots of sketches coming up! For now have my two kids and their partners with a little info about them 🫶🏻
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goodday-goodmorn · 10 months ago
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Little blurb that’s been sitting in my Docs for while based on @auspicioustidings idea from a while ago now i think— But yeah! I’be got like zero motivation to continue this- butttttt i liked the scene a lot so it shall be seen now! (Plus it’s Mhari’s Birthday!!! Happy Birthday Mhari! :> Even though i’m a few hours late into the day Hope you’re having a wonderful birth celebration!)
Based on a a scene i cooked up where reader finally gets caught by none other than the Ghost himself:
The weight of a gun in your hand is familiar.
So is the quiet sounds of a break in. You point at the door, watching, waiting. Like clockwork it creaks open, and there he is.
“Don’t move.”
You say sharply. Making the gun in your hand well known to the intruder.
Silence. He stares at you, you stare back. How many times have you done this dance? Tense words and a dashing messy escape. (The poorly wrapped bandages around your abdomen throb answering you question for you. Too many then.)
You sigh, and lower the gun.
He doesn’t even look suprised.
With a soft, Thump! ,you plop backwards onto the bed, arms outstretched. The gun is still in your hand but it’s dead weight. (Just like you.)
“…You’re not gonna ever stop are you?”
It’s said up at the shitty hotel ceiling. Hushed in the darkness of the room.
“No.”
He says it so simply.
You hum, pulling your knees and legs up onto the bed and rolling over. Back facing him, on your side. You snag a plushie on the way, hugging it close to your chest and settling your chin atop its head.
“Well shit. Turn all my red flags to white then, i give up.”
Defeated. Hushed. Tired. It sounds so unlike your normal voice. “But you already knew that didn’t you?”
There’s a dip in the bed, true to his namesake- he was silent as he walked to sit. You haven’t even heard him.
“…Who did your bandages?” Gruff bastard with his gruff voice. Sounding way too passive for talking with you, an enemy, his target actually. He should be barking orders and threats to you, you’ve heard the way he speaks on a mission before, all bite and harsh. But he shows none of that tension now. Not a lick of hostility.
“Who do you think?” You snort out, tucking your face into the head of the plushie and vehemently ignoring him.
“Kid, you need help. You can’t survive on your own.” Straight to business it seems.
Without even turning to look at him, you halfheartedly raise your middle finger.
He sighs.
Silence. Blissful, damning, silence. You’ve no more fight left to give and he knows it. Months on the run, months of constant near death escapes, months of being hunted like a dog. You’re tired. So tired.
“Ya know, Torture isn’t an effective way of getting info outta someone: statistically speaking.”
“We’re not gonna torture you.”
“But you do want that info don’t you?”
More silence.
You hum knowingly.
“And what happens after you get your precious information? You’ll kill me? Maim me like all the other fuckers who end up in your shit list?”
“No. Never.”
He says it with such ferocity it almost takes you by surprise for a second. If you were to be facing him, you would see the hardness of his eyes. The pure conviction swarming in his gaze.
“Not you. Never you.”
Finally you turn to him, feeling far too much like a young little kid on the playground who just can’t understand-
“Why?”
Something in his gaze softness. He wants to tell you this because he cares. The team cares. All of them- that they saw you, a prickly, panicked little bird in over their head and flying blind- but he knows it an answer you won’t accept. One you won’t understand. Not at this stage. Not yet. You don’t believe in words, you’ve been lied too far too many times for that.
So he says something you will believe. A watered down version of the truth that feels like such a disservice to everything that makes up your very being.
“You’re interesting.”
You seem to digest his words. Turning them over and thinking in that little head of yours.
‘How long is that interest gonna last?’
That's what you want to say. You want to scream at the top of your lungs that he doesn’t want you. No one does. He’ll get sick of your brashness eventually- he’ll learn and grow used to your tricks. And when your spontaneity grows old, you know what’ll happen.
But you don’t.
You say nothing except—
“…Can I at least pack my bags? …please?”
He knows you don’t have much to pack. He also knows you’re one tricky, flighty little bird. However, he heard your small plea, sees the defeated look in your eyes, the way your hand is so lax around the gun.
Gently, oh so gently, he takes the gun from your hand. You don’t even try and fight him.
“Sorry little bird. Can’t trust you to pack.”
The sad look on your face nearly makes him reconsider. But he can’t risk you getting away again. Not when you’re so easy to catch right now. So vulnerable.
“Can’t you restrain me and then i’ll tell you what to pack?”
That, he can do.
“Up.”
Commands come so naturally to him. You’re almost jealous at how easily they fall from his lips.
Like the old defeated dog you are, you listen, sitting up and presenting your hands to him to restrain. You don’t meet his eyes.
He takes no chances, you are securely bound with a pair of handcuffs. He tugs on them, standing you up and nudging you to the common area of your hotel room. It’s a sizable room, a nice hotel, though truthfully you hadn't really been thinking when you booked it. Brain to frazzled and exhausted to think about anything beyond a clean bed and a hot shower.
The lights are flicked on by his gloved hands, flooding your vision. You hiss blinking and adjusting while he nudges you to the center of the room, down into your knees.
“What am I looking for here, bird?”
Your gaze flicks to him, then to the corner of the room, a vent right by a little corner desk with a lamp.
He follows your gaze and then, (with one last hard look towards you that screams ‘stay’), he walks over. Inside the vent is a crumpled up backpack, old and raggedy. It looks out of place amongst the clean cream colors of the hotel amenities.
He prods at the thing, trained caution. (You don’t blame him after your last stunt with explosives.)
Unceremoniously he opens up the bag and dumps all its contents on the floor. You wince, watching your whole life be scattered on the ground.
A journal, a thermal blanket, a lighter, cash, USB sticks, Your laptop in its thick padded casing (thank god), stolen hotel amenities, nicotine patches, several pill bottles, a half empty water bottle, a pocket knife, bullets��
Your own personal little horde of trinkets.
“Was that necessary…?” You mutter, as he stuffs some stuff back into the bag.
“Can’t blame me for bein’ cautious.”
“Well- i could.”
He turns to look at you. Just… stares at you, all you can see is his eyes at that dreadful mask, boring into yours. He doesn’t need to say anything. You both know you could but you never. Been through too much to really blame him.
You’ve saved his life before, even though he was hunting you. You both know you would never blame him for doing his job. Not at this point.
(Just as he would never blame you for running.)
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llondonfog · 1 year ago
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All the bat dad fluff on my dash but please consider ....
Actual human sized bat terror Lilia wandering the woods, spooking the townsfolk, feasting on the animals and cruel trespassers within-
Only to stumble across an abandoned human baby discarded in a cradle off the familiar paths, ancient and dark magic stinking the air. The animals chitter in low tones as they timidly approach, wary of the curse but concerned for the child, only to scatter in droves as Lilia's shadow descends upon them all.
He peers in at the odd, silent child who does not weep or wail in fright at his monstrous features, his gleaming fangs as thick as a man's fist. It merely blinks at him, sleepy and all alone, before making the softest coo. A soft, vulnerable hand no bigger than a berry clump reaches for him without fear.
Without fear. A human child, gazing up at him, unafraid. Is he certain it is human, not moon-struck and mad with fae blessing?
With a powerful beat of Lilia's wings, child and monster are no more, vanished into the yawning maw of the dark skies above.
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ebony-underscore · 5 months ago
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The brainrot continues
Anyway I have pokemon mystery dungeon-ificated my ocs (EoS edition)
Russel fills the role of amnesiac former human, and as frustrated by his lack of memory as he is, he throws himself into guild work, partly in order to ensure he can keep a roof over his head but mainly because it's something meaningful. He spends his free time trying to study possible causes of his amnesia, how to cure it and whatever information about humans he can find... Also has the occasional existential crisis, you know how it is
Reena is a thief amateur treasure hunter that convinced Russel to form an exploration team with her, and has been using guild work to hone her skills and wrangle more treasures. She's particularly interested in discovering the origin of her relic fragment. Also if anyone asks it's a family heirloom and she did not steal it do not listen to team skull-
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boodlesofdoodles · 1 year ago
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Artemis, Cricket, and Charlie !!! They mean everything to me
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Coming out of the wood works and off of my little hiatus to share some more cowboy! Charlie <<33 nothing new LOL
Some basic bg information: Charlie was gifted a polaroid camera by one of the first bands he played with when he started traveling, when he was like 21. He's carried the camera with him ever since then, one of it not his most prized possession. Aaaaanyways, this is one of the pictures he took with his newest friends he made in Philly. It's also very personal to me that Charlie likes to call Cricket by Matthew instead, so he yelled at him when he started to write Cricket after he asked him to help label the photo.
Hopefully I'll start posting more lolol
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puppetmaster13u · 1 year ago
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Thinkin of my Batman/Digimon Au. Just rotating Bruce curling up in his parents' partners' arms and crying. Rotating them helping raise him and him disappearing to the digital world with Alfred sometimes and getting his own digimon partner. And him also sharing that with his kids when they arrive.
Anyway, have some pictures of Thomas', Martha's, Alfred's & Bruce's partners.
Kudamon is a rookie level digimon, and was Martha's digimon partner. There's two variations and idk which version she'd have
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Angemon is a champion level digimon and was Thomas' digimon partner, though may de-digivolve into patamon if he uses too much energy.
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Digimon when dragged through a computer to the human realm for the firs time are reverted to training forms, which is pretty much baby forms. However as Alfred is still alive his partner can continue to digivolve, though not stay above champion form for extended periods. So skipping the end mega form, his partner is as follows: Gurimon, Gammamon, Tuskmon, & Triceramon
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Similar to Alfred, Bruce is in fact alive, meaning his digimon evolves and can de-digivolve or revert to an egg if too much damage is taken. In order from training to rookie to champion to ultimate his partner is: Tokomon, Tsukaimon, Devidramon & Cyberdramon
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If you want to know more about digimon in general, I recommend either watching the series (should be available on YT, used to be on Netflix but who knows if it still is) or reading a wiki or whatever works best for you.
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royal-songbird · 11 months ago
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ghhg thinking...about the apocalypse au.....
like. if i write a fic. itll PROBABLY be from cleos pov bcus her pov was PHENOMENAL n also i just Really like the irony of her being the final survivor
gem, of course, is the leader of this apocalypse. im thinking about there being 2 types of zombies, maybe? like. one is minecraft zombies (gestures towards the horde joel unleashed on the server in his desperate attempt to escape) so,, basic mindless shambling things. while the other type are the ones gem infected- theyre still aware, mostly, but theyre so blinded by bloodlust and violence theyre not all there anymore. (though im ABSOLUTELY including the whole etho refusing to give up grian and cleo thing. how could i not)
anddd im not. Entirely sure what i'll do with lizzie, mumbo n jimmy? because they werent. Here. they were already dead. maybe they were early causalities? killed before the infection began (or killed by survivors, or just. something else) idk i'll figure it out
OH AND. minecraft mobs will probably be in this !!! hence why i included etho's dishwasher (the magma cube) on grians concept sheet. i was thinking its like. a mutation type situation? idk man i just think itd be neat. itd also give me the chance to include the wardens :3
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catiecat1320 · 4 months ago
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Chapter 11 of 11! Last one, folks!! [MasterPost]
Read Below🔽
Shadow took a deep breath, nervously fiddling with his tie. Right outside, an anxious crowd awaited, the idle chatter among them loud with sheer number. 
In mere moments, he would be on stage, under beaming spotlights, their attention all directed at him and—
“Hey,” his performing partner rested a hand on his shoulder, causing him to jump. It was pretty dark backstage, but the pianist thought he would’ve at least heard the footsteps with how vast and echoey it was. But a life of dance must have led to practiced softness and very sneaky movements, because he could not count the number of times he’d been caught off guard in this way. It did not help that the attacker found it very funny.
As Sonic stepped into his line of sight, the pianist’s breath caught in his throat. Oh, Chaos. He was… ethereal. Literally. Deep sea blue outlined his lithe frame, scattered with silver that mirrored the night sky, partnered with the fishnet of rhinestones tracing up his arm, catching the minimal light and shimmering like magic. His emerald stars were matched by glittery makeup that shifted with his smile, somehow making his face even more perfect. Beautiful.
“Um. You alright?”
Shadow could only nod, waving at the idol’s outfit and hoping his point would get across. His voice refused to form any coherent words, and he’d babbled enough before to know not to trust in it. 
Thankfully, Sonic understood, signaled by that quirk in the corner of his lips. “Aww, thanks,” he cooed, squishing the pianist’s cheek playfully. “You’re pretty too, Shadsy. A suit suits you.”
Despite the teasing tone, the comment was genuine. Oh, he knew all the right things to say to get a reaction out of Shadow. Blush rose in his cheeks immediately, his shoulders lifting in a futile attention to hide himself. 
The brightening of stage lights signaled the impending start of the performance, and the audience went quiet in anticipation, leaving them in silence. Anxiety crashed right back through his system, body stiffening in response. Oh, gosh, this was happening.
Sonic’s demeanor softened, and he brushed Shadow’s arm in comfort. This was his first time, after all, jitters were expected. “It’s okay. They’ll be looking at me, not you. Remember what I told you, hm?”
“I… Are you sure you’re ready for this?” The question escaped before he could catch himself. Something flashed within the dancer’s eyes, akin to a flinch. 
Despite his remarkable recovery, the doctors had confided that Sonic would never reach the physical capacity he had before. It sure as hell didn’t keep the idol from trying, however, pushing himself to his limits and worrying everyone around him. 
But Shadow understood where he came from, the passion he felt, and so had helped him along the strenuous path to get him back in shape. 
The sheer determination in Sonic’s eyes as he relearned what was second nature was something he’d never forget. Nor would he the tears that wet his fur on nights where the dancer let himself cry, the harsh reality of the situation coaxing him to seek comfort in his newfound love.
After all of that… was it enough? To walk back on stage, under blazing lights and blazing stares, and live up to the image he’d built himself?
As always, Sonic dodged an answer. Clasping Shadow’s hands in his own, all he had to offer was a soft smile, meant as reassurance. “Don’t worry about me.” 
The pianist squeezed, gently but firmly. “How could I not? You—”
A gloved finger pressed against his lips. Shush, it said, we’re running out of time. Gazing into emeralds, the look he received was sincere and intense like never before. “Do you trust me?”
Was that even a question any more? “You know I do.”
“Good.” In a blink, Sonic grabbed his tie, rendering his earlier adjustment pointless, and kissed him. “For luck,” he whispered with a cheeky grin, guiding the stunned pianist to the stage entrance. “Go on.”
It took Shadow a moment to remember how to walk himself. Breathe, deep. Fidgeting with his outfit one last time, he stepped on stage with all the confidence he could muster.
Immediately, the glare of spotlights assaulted his eyes. Chaos, did they have to be that bright? Blinded, it served to both calm and panic; unable to see the too many eyes on him, yet knowing that they were there, watching, judging. 
His time spent at the center of attention was brief, thankfully. The piano sat in a kindly shadowed spot, one that he was sure had been requested for by a special someone whom everyone was now waiting on. Once he settled down, he managed to catch the eyes of Cream, who waved excitedly at him from beside her mother and Amy. 
Dramatically, the lights shut down, one by one, until there was a single illuminated circle left. And into that circle twirled the star of the show, decked in glitter, who took a deep bow.
The audience exploded instantaneously, cheering, whistling, shouting— general chaos. Very clearly glad to see Sonic.
The dancer looked so delicate yet so steady in the light, as if he were fighting it with a glow of his own. He gazed into the crowd with a distant smile on his face, put two fingers into his mouth, and whistled. The shrill sound cut through the din like a sword, silencing the crowd like a conductor cutting off an orchestra. Shadow took that as his signal to start.
A high note, first, rivaling the pitch of the trill that still echoed in his mind, and undoubtedly, everyone else’s. Tracing his way down the scale, he took his eyes off the piano to look at Sonic. 
He couldn’t see his face at this angle, but he knew well enough to envision it in his mind. 
More importantly, he needed to know how to proceed.
It was a weird experience for both hedgehogs, but they found that Shadow worked best following Sonic’s movements, rather than the traditional other way around. The star was a muse of sorts, he supposed, and once things got going, it felt as if they were synced; every move was perfectly in harmony with the music, both predicting each other yet at the same time, dictating what was to come.
He stumbled, at first. Past the stage, Shadow could see worry reflected in the eyes of Tails, who’d joined Amy from the backstage. But stuttered movements still held an air of grace to them— Sonic was being deliberate, he could tell (otherwise he would’ve stopped everything right there, regardless of protest). The pianist felt himself relaxing, letting intuition take over the music trailing his fingers as a meaning slowly spun itself in his mind.
In a moment when Sonic’s back was to the audience, he caught the gaze of his partner and winked. It was more than charm, Shadow figured, rather a secret shared between them that he was only starting to unveil. 
But suddenly the curtain dropped away as it clicked. A lighthearted scoff left the pianist as understanding dawned him; glancing down at the blank canvas that was the ivory white keys, he smiled.
Confusion. Frustration. He knew this story well. It was his own, after all, and so the notes came easily. Memories wove themselves into music, wrote themselves into dance, as he called back on them.
When times were simpler, and all he worried about was decoding whatever the heck Sonic was trying to say. When they’d meet in that borrowed studio, personalities clashing, yet the promise of something beautiful emerging pushing them to sort things through. 
Now, they were something so much more than either could’ve ever imagined.
When the first breakthrough had happened, the joy, the hope. When they’d sat down, questions flying, the spark of connection drawing them closer before Shadow ever realized it was there, the beginning of something beautiful rooting itself into their hearts. 
Now, there was love, so profound that he wondered how he’d ever gone without it.
When Sonic had taken him by the hand and showed him a starlit paradise; when they had danced in the dark, nothing but each other and the heartbeat of the world to guide them. When clarity had finally struck, in more ways than one, and he felt like he was seeing for the first time in his life.
When chaos had blossomed to its full potential, and at that flower’s center, a rhythm, a melody, music that belonged to them and them alone.
Then everything came down, down, down. 
The gunshot reflected in a jarring crash, intentional disharmony suddenly dropping the audience into silence as Sonic collapsed to the floor like a ragdoll. Bile lodged itself in Shadow’s throat despite it being merely an act. It felt as if everyone was holding their breath, enraptured by the blue hedgehog laying as still as death.
A whisper drifted from the piano, played by careful hands in remembrance of the thick soundless fog that had settled after catastrophe. Everybody shifted in their seats, regardless of whether they realized it or not, as Sonic slowly, slowly rose. Like a phoenix from ashes, like a rose in bloom— dramatic as his awakening was, though not quite as sudden. 
The pitch grew higher, happier, strengthening as fragile and delicate grew into firm and strong. More of an epilogue to their wordless tale than anything, it tied things up neatly. 
Sonic dropped back into the same bow he held at the beginning like clockwork, and from the corner of Shadow’s eye, he caught Tails hurrying backstage as the audience erupted into cheers. What was he doing?
A moment later the fox appeared behind the curtain with a microphone, offering a little wave once he realized he’d gotten Shadow’s attention. Turning it on and subjecting it to a tap, the sound radiated through the vast room and everyone hushed in an instant.
Graciously, Sonic accepted the mic, his breathing audible for a moment as he put it too close to his face. Anticipation rippled through the audience— and Shadow. There wasn’t usually a post-performance speech, and he hadn’t been informed of one. Most be one of his little surprises.
“Hello, people—” A horrendous screech tore through the auditorium and the speaker jerked the mic away from him instantly, holding it out like something repulsive. After a second of silence, he tentatively reeled his arm back in and gently blew on the thing, wincing. Thankfully, no more feedback echoed and Sonic breathed a sigh of relief. “Heh. Awkward, huh? Not exactly how you’d imagine me,” he joked. “Um… long time no see, by the way. Hopefully you know what happened, because I’ve seen and heard my business literally everywhere and I’m genuinely impressed if you haven’t any clue. It royally sucked to be away, but y’know. Personal matters or whatever the excuse is for when people get in trouble.”
“I’ll cut to the chase— I wanted to thank you. Yes, all of you, except the guy who shot me. Your support has been and still is greatly appreciated. I love you all. But I’d like to extend a very special thank you to a few people to whom I owe my life, both figuratively and literally. Thank you to the EMTs who came to my rescue that night; to the hospital staff who took such great care of me; and to Tails, my lil’ bro, who handled everything while I was… out, we’ll say that. Thank you to Amy, who chased the news reporters away while I was recovering— I know some of you are out there recording this, so hi. Thank you to Cream and her mother Vanilla, who helped so much to accommodate me. And last but definitely not least…”
Sonic turned around, carrying that telling gleam in his eyes. “A very special thank you to a very special someone named Shadow.”
Said hedgehog froze, unsure how to act as the idol approached him. “From the moment I laid eyes on you, I knew you were someone special. Was it because you were hot? Maybe a little. But…” Sonic held out his hand to the seated pianist, inviting him to something undetermined. But that was just like him wasn’t it? Basking in the light of the unknown?
An outstretched hand, just as their story had begun. Shadow took it.
“...since then, I have learned so much more about you. That you are just as beautiful on the inside as you are out.” He led them both until they were center stage, the audience’s hushed whispers growing excited as they foresaw what this was. Quite obvious, a confession. And in the stagelight, Shadow was sure the entire world would be able to see his blush. But what did it matter?
“I can proudly say, I love you.” Sonic’s smile was so very wide. The crowd collectively gasped at the revelation. “I love you just like the tides love the moon and the Earth loves the Sun.” 
“When did you get so poetic?” Shadow whispered, and as quiet as he meant it to be, the microphone amplified it for the world to hear. The idol only pulled their linked hands back, forcing the two closer. 
“I have my moments,” he smirked. “Now, usually, when a celebrity like yours truly is in a relationship, everyone and their mom knows about it.” He throws his arms around his partner’s shoulders, swinging the mic around full circle, gaze as intense as his eyes were bright. “But I’ve always been an overachiever. So I’ll make sure the dead know too.”
Shadow scoffed softly, knowing perfectly well the meaning hidden behind that statement. The entire auditorium was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, collectively hinged on the approaching climax of their story. 
“What do you say, S—” Sonic didn’t manage to finish his sentence before his lips were taken. The mic fell to the floor, forgotten even as the sound of the crash reverberated off the walls. Sweet, Shadow recognized, like mint. Amusement raced alongside passion as he internally laughed. This was definitely planned, then, something rare for the spontaneous Sonic. 
The audience in the background had gone absolutely wild, cameras flashing every now and then while security attempted to corral the chaos. But if Shadow had learned anything during his time with the dancer in his arms, it was that some things couldn’t be controlled. You just had to go with the flow, as they say, and that’s exactly what he did now. 
Sonic’s breath was hot against his face as they pulled apart, completely ignorant of the commotion going on just beyond the stage. It was their own beautiful little bubble up here, and they were going to cherish it. “You need to stop chewing your lips,” he murmured, to which Shadow scoffed and nipped at his too. A peal of laughter escaped the star at that, and the look in his eyes could only be described as adoring.
“I think Maria’s giggling like a fangirl at us,” the pianist whispered with a smile. Sonic only kissed him again, although this time was shorter, yet sweet nonetheless.
“Awesome. Now come on, let’s get off the stage before someone jumps up here for a selfie or something.” Hand in hand, they met their friends by the back entrance, leaving the chaos they caused behind them.
The next day, pictures of the two hedgehogs kissing in the spotlight were pasted all over the internet, the news… Shadow printed one out and taped it to the wall of what was now Sonic’s unofficial room.
They didn’t know it then, but it would become a tradition. A kiss every performance, and a picture for memory’s sake.
Beautiful.
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jaybirdsandbabybats · 1 year ago
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// tw blood //
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yeah teachers satosugu is fun but how bout cult leaders satosugu
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sawyersorbet · 6 months ago
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Just remembered that my previous post about my Obey Me Madoka Magica AU won’t show up in the tags cause its a reblog . So I'm copy pasting it here so it shows up.
Total Word Count: 702
SPOILERS for Madoka Magica and Rebellion
Notes; I'm not really a writer so this isn't worded great, My MC uses primarily he/him so that's how I will be referring to him. This will be expanded on more later.
This AU somewhat follows the story beats of Madoka Magica and Rebellion, with some changes. Theres also a few elements taken from Magia Record.
Roles;
The demon brothers (And Lilith but we’ll get to that) take the role of Madoka. In every timeline they either die fighting Walpurgisnacht, or some other way.
MC takes the role of Homura, giving up his soul to wish for the ability to go back in time to try and save everyone over and over.
Lilith also technically takes the role of Madoka, however in a different way. After around 144 or so timelines of reliving the same time frame over and over, MC attempts to go back even further to try and convince Lilith not to try and save her lover. This back fires when she wishes to save them with Kyubey, turning them into a magical duo. In the final timeline; Lilith wishes to become the Law of Cycles, erasing her from everyone’s memory except MC’s.
(I have some ocs that take the role of the rest of the Holy quintet and Nagisa, but i’ll save them for later since they’re a little underdeveloped.)
Story Things;
The main plot is mostly the same. Walpurgisnacht is discovered in the devildom and causes havoc; Diavolo, Barbatos, the brothers, Solomon, and MC try to scope out what’s happening and help the residents of the area. The Brothers attempt to fight Walpurgisnacht directly and lose, ending with their deaths and the reason MC makes his wish.
Kyubey shows up and turns MC into a magical boy via MC (unknowingly) trading his soul for his wish. As mentioned above MC goes through a lot of timelines to try and save them, failing everytime. Normal Madoka Magica stuff really.
I sort of have the story separated into 4 main sections, with a Pre-Canon story and a Post-Canon story.
Phase 1 - The Beginning
Phase 2 - The Mid Point
Phase 3 - Witch (MC realizes that he’s a witch and the resulting consequences of that.)
Phase 4 - Labyrinth (After MC pulls Lilith (Law of Cycles) back into existence and becomes the Concept of Evil, he traps the world in a Labyrinth where he no longer exists to make sure everyone is happy.)
As for the Pre and Post canon stories, i have those labeled currently as Scene 0 and Scene END.
Scene 0 takes place in between seasons 1 and 2 of the OG game, but with the focus on MC’s teammates and what they were up to prior to his wish.
Scene END takes place after the end of Phase 4, when MC is “defeated” and everyone is free of the labyrinth. (Obviously the movie Walpurgisnacht Rising isn’t out at the time of this post, so i will probably add another phase to the story for the events in that.) Scene END follows Lilith as the protagonist as she begins to fade from existence (as she is the law of cycles and shouldn’t exist to anyone else) so she seeks out help from MC to be able to stay with her brothers and everyone else.
Other Notes;
In reference to the “MC being beheaded” thing, to signify the (sort of) destruction of his labyrinth he’s put to the guillotine by his familiars. This doesn’t kill him obviously, at this point in the story he would be a literal Concept. However; that doesn’t mean he can’t feel pain. (no matter how hard he tries to pretend nothing affects him anymore.)
For the Kyubey thing; MC forces Kyubey into a human ish form when Kyubey is in the labyrinth. While MC cannot be seen or heard by anyone (minus Lilith but only occasionally) Kyubey essentially acts as MC’s way of making sure people don’t mess with his plans, although Kyubey is doing this against his will.
One smaller thing about concept MC; he can physically never stop smiling. Ever. He’s forced to smile through everything after becoming a concept. Mainly cause i felt like it and i thought it would be even more fun to play around with his expressions this way.
Okay that's everything for now. Again once I flesh out MC’s teammates more I'll make another post for them.
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fiveminuterice · 7 months ago
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random destiny swap au notes
niklaus introduces himself to edyn as “desire daddy” and edyn thinks back to all the lessons the elders ever taught her about the dishonorable behavior of oversea folks.
niklaus fell first, edyn fell harder.
gillion doesn’t put two and two together aboiut edyn’s boyfriend niklaus and the guy who he made a deal with. “wow, what are the odds”
chip and edyn do NOT like each other. edyn blames chip for getting gillion into pirating (fair). chip doesn’t like edyn because she keeps giving him and his crew the stink eye and warning gillion against befriending people in the oversea.
that’s ironic because edyn’s first oversea friend is probably the most dangerous person they all know.
lizzie and edyn get along surprisingly well. edyn wishes that gillion joined her crew instead like the little hater she is.
gillion is blind in one eye! he lost his temper at the elders because of their treatment of edyn and a guard gets him in the eye before he’s banished.
after gillion is banished, edyn visits their parents before leaving the undersea to see if they know where he went. it takes a second for them to recognize her because they haven’t seen her since she was a kid.
edyn takes this badly.
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ram-to-the-ham · 1 year ago
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The Sergeants… Different
The newest Sergeant on their little rag-tag team is an odd one to say. It’s not that Kyle thinks he’s weird or anything it’s just… he has some abnormalities about him. He mutters to himself, and is often seen staring off into space. Almost like he’s looking at someone.
One time Kyle was rounding the corner to the gym in the very early hours of the morning. When he heard a very passionate bout of whisper shouting coming from a familiar voice echoing in the gym. He discreetly peaked around the corner to catch Soap furiously pacing back and forth muttering about something or another. Kyle couldn’t really remember for the life of him, but it bewildered him so much that he made a break for it back to his own room on the base.
Another quirk was Soaps over protectiveness of this ratty bloodstained journal he kept on his person at all times. And he wished he was exaggerating but, Soap had that thing with him everywhere. The exception was for when they were in the showers but other than that, you couldn’t see the sergeant without knowing that that journal was somewhere on his person. Did he mention that Soap is extremely over protective of it? Because he very much is. Kyle watched Soap nearly snap a recruits wrist in half because the dumbass thought to try to swipe the journal from one of Soaps tac-vest pockets. He remembered seeing Soap mumble something to the other before the recruit scurried away with his tail between his legs.
The sergeant wasn’t the only weird thing going on either. Ever since Soap joined, Kyles noticed that things have been almost moving on their own? He hasn’t said a word to anyone else about it lest he bent sent for a psych eval. But cupboards he swore were closed when he saw them, became open the moment he wasn’t looking. Pencils he knew had been on the table of the common room are now over on the counter. It’s nothing major but it’s driving him up the goddamn walls. And he can’t say a fucking word about it.
It just seems an air of bizarreness seems to follow their new Scottish sergeant like a lost pup. But Kyle can’t find it in himself to blame Soap for any of it. The man isn’t mean or off putting by any other regard, and frankly he’s one of the nicest people Kyle has ever met. He’s a bit cocky and smart mouthed, but he’s insanely smart and has a bleeding heart that it makes Kyle wonder how he ever survived in the military. Despite his quirks however, Kyle thinks Soap will be a good addition to their already eccentric team.
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sochilll · 2 years ago
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hmmmm i’d like to see either jwed or bedd pls 🤲
Since I did bedd I shall give you jwed. It stands for Jared wedding and also jawed 🥺
This is my baby rn it’s like done but it never feels done enough to post. I just keep coming back and reading it and making tiny changes and still not posting it.
The plot is basically Evan gets an out of the blue invite to Jared’s wedding so he goes back home for the first time in years and Jared is like “haha… I’d run away with u rn… lol jk…. Unless 👀… no jk… unless u wanted to…”
Except the tone is WAY more somber than that lmao. It’s based on the iconique kleinsen anthem I’d Have to Think About It by Leith Ross. (Also just a fantastic song thank u Leith Ross for my life). I am constantly rotating “I’d give up everything for you if you asked” kleinsen in my mind waaah
A snip:
His mom never asked him to come home. Not for Hanukkah or her birthday or Mother’s Day. But this, she said, is important. This is a big deal, she said. He went through the trouble of asking for your address, she said, he came to me because he wanted to invite you, Evan.
So here Evan was, staring at a little white card with fancy gold writing.
Save the date: July 13th 2022. Mason and Jared.
Send a title from my wip list that interests you and I’ll talk about it/post a snippet
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eclipsedrawsthings · 1 year ago
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I’ve been bouncing an idea around with a friend of mine…
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unseeleigh · 2 years ago
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Something changed in Lark when he sat on that Throne...
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niofo · 6 months ago
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i'm so invested in my crow!idris au rn. it'll be so sad if we actually don't have crow-warden-lord of fortune origins, but then i'd just headcanon it anyway, rules are there to be broken. it would be esp interesting, bcos being 50-something (i'm not changing his canon date of birth) he would be like, actually old for a crow, his jokes about being an old man would his entirely different in a job where no one expects you to live much past 30... it's just such an interesting change in perspective. also the fact how he prefer to present as frail and harmless - it was important to him as a circle mage, but as a crow who acts mostly as a spy and poisoner it would now be just so crucial to not look threatening. also imagine a necromancer interrogating someone for information, all those absolutely vicious spells like horror, not to mention the sole threat that he doesn't exactly need to keep you alive to learn everything... he'd be so much scarier and with less inhibitions.
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