#if the Amis are naive about anything it's this

[pilferingapples]

Every since @fremedon and @everyonewasabird suggested it, every time I read this chapter I'm just more convinced that ., you know...

Javert's bosses sent him to die, right? They sent him out to be Acceptable Losses.

This guy CANNOT lie and also won't . He may currently allow their fun corruption schemes but he doesn't play along. He's not Clever enough to play the politics they want him to play and he's not tuned out enough to miss what's going on. He's definitely loyal enough to just say nothing forever , but who can know that for sure from the outside?

So they sent the Worst Liar In the World to be their spy. If he gets info, hey, useful and good. If he doesn't....

the fact that after he escapes the barricade--after he's been out in combat duty, without sleep or food, for days-- they send him right back out on patrol? It's obvious that of course they don't Care about him, certainly not the way the Amis care about Prouvaire , but... I think they actively don't want him back.

[br0kenangel]

ㅤㅤ ˑ𝅼۫ ⃝𔒱 ㅤ𓈒ㅤ🧸 ۟ 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓪𝓻֗𝓴𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝒾𝓈ㅤ⟅ ㅤ𑁍ㅤ ͟

ㅤ ㅤ ꪆ۟ᰍㅤ𝅼ㅤ𝒶𝓯𝓻𝓪۫𝓲𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝒶 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓽𝔂 𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓵 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓶𝓮ㅤꕮ

𝔂𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓶𝓪𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓱𝔂 𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓷

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𝘛𝘸: 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘣𝘪𝘢𝘯/𝘣𝘪 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘯, 𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨

MINORS DNI. If you guys didn't watched The Jetty, then please go watch it because it's so good. Anyway English is not my first language but I hope you enjoy.

You were Amy's friend.

You were beautiful and so, so naive.

You think you’re subtle, but he can see it.

He can see how your doe eyes light up when you gaze at Amy, how you fidget when she inches closer, how you struggle to smile every time she kisses him.

He thinks you’re adorable—like a fragile flower, blooming in a field, waiting to be plucked.

He knows that you don’t like him, maybe even hate him. But that’s okay; he can always find a way to get what he wants.

It started slowly—a question here, a compliment there.

Then he became bolder. He started touching you, came to meet you when you were alone, showering you with gifts that feel more like shackles than tokens of affection.

It's too easy to get closer to a lonely, sweet thing like you. He’s sure you don’t have any friends other than Amy.

And you’re confused. Why is he paying attention to you? Why is he being so sweet?

You don’t like him. You don’t like the way he treats Amy. You don’t like his voice. You don’t like his face. You don’t like how Amy chose him over you.

But... for the first time, it feels good. It feels good that someone is noticing you, going out of his way to see you, trying to understand you. It feels good when he listens to you.

It feels even better when he smiles at you, like he’s genuinely happy to be with you. It’s as if he sees you—not the freak you believe yourself to be, but something more.

Maybe that’s why you trust him so easily. Maybe that’s why you let him in. Maybe that’s why you start to call him your friend. Maybe that’s why you told him your biggest secret.

But you’re scared of his silence. Is he going to be mad? Is he going to hate you? Oh God, what were you thinking? Of course, he hates you now.

The thought of him leaving you makes you tear up. But then he smiles just like he always does, and you break down.

He tries to shush you as he cups your face. He wipes your tears away and tells you everything is fine. That he’s here and not going anywhere. That he doesn’t hate you.

He kisses your forehead and lets you cry in his chest because that’s what a good friend does.

He tells you he knows a way to help you forget about everything. And you trust him—like the sweet, naive thing that you are.

But you should know better. You shouldn’t trust the wolf in sheep’s clothing. It’s your own fault for being so naive. Naive enough to take the pill that he gave you.

That’s what he tells himself as he strips you of your innocence. You don’t truly understand; all you know is that everything feels dizzyingly hot.

Your body is so soft. You taste so sweet. Your moans are music to his ears. You’re so perfect. So, so perfect. Better than Amy. Better than any girl he have ever fucked.

You look so pretty—almost angelic. And you will be his angel, the naive girl who stumbled into his carefully laid trap.

The next thing you know, you awaken in his house, naked, blood smeared between your legs, cradled in his arms.

Tears brim in your eyes. How stupid could you be? Trusting a man like him.

Before you can fully comprehend, he gently caresses your face, assuring you that everything will be alright.

You don’t want Amy to find out how her friend seduced her boyfriend, do you? You wouldn’t want her to hate you, right? Oh, you think she’ll believe you? Ah, you naive little girl, you truly believe Amy would choose you over him? The man she loves?

See? Everything is fine now; you just need to keep quiet and do what he wants. You wouldn’t want anything to happen to your sweet Amy, would you? Yeah? That’s a good girl.

And then you close your eyes when his lips touch yours.

@br0kenangel 2024. Don't copy, repost or translate any of my works here or any other websites

[barracuda-shark-games]

Amis | he/him | 28 years old | bisexual

Notable traits: attentive, bold, gentle, sensitive, loyal, composed

Description

Handpicked from the Dawnguard (the Sunrise Palace’s elite guard) for his steadfastness and integrity, Amis has been assigned to the MC’s protection. He stands at 5’9 (175 cm) and has light brown skin, a stocky athletic build, hazel eyes, and wavy brown hair cut just below his ears. His home country of Korcome, famed for its vineyards, was voluntarily absorbed into the Dawn Empire as recently as 7 years ago. Since Korcome has no quarrel with Arevikland, it was decided that Korcomians would not be drafted into the Dawn Empire’s war with Arevikland. This detail also contributed to Amis’s assignment as the MC's personal bodyguard. Amis takes pride in his duties and has an optimistic outlook on life that some might consider naive. Don’t be fooled, however; Amis is very good at his job and when it becomes necessary, he is a force to be reckoned with.

Trivia

On romance: Of all the ROs, Amis is the most open and honest with his affections. This also puts him in a rather vulnerable position, and it means the consequences of a broken heart would be much more devastating for him…

Favorite food: Soup! Preferably in a bread bowl.

Song: ‘Nothing to be Scared Of’ by Kacey Musgraves

Come to me and drop your bags And I'll help you unpack them You're the only one I want to give my love There's nothing to be scared of

Excerpt

Under the cut for chapter 1 spoilers! Keep in mind that this is a rough draft and, therefore, may be subject to change before chapter 1 releases.

Finally, you think to yourself, some alone time. You take in your surroundings. It appears to be some sort of grand library. The room is large with the back wall mostly taken up by two-story arched windows that keep the place bathed in warm sunlight. The center of the room is occupied by a large, round marble desk laid out with an astrolabe, a globe, an adjustable magnifying tool, a simple golden scale next to a wooden lockbox, various quills and inkpots, and haphazard stacks of books and scrolls. The left and right sides of the room contain identical marble staircases that each lead to balconies housing more bookshelves and sitting areas.

As you scan the shelves on the lower level, you are startled by the sudden unmistakable sound of a vase wobbling and a whispered curse. You turn sharply towards the source and see your bodyguard adjusting a porcelain vase on its stand.

“Clumsy,” he admits with a sheepish grin, indicating himself.

You sigh. “How long have you been here?” you ask him.

He purses his lips in thought. “Hmm… how long have you been here?”

“About five minutes,” you answer.

“There’s your answer,” he says with a pleased smile that makes his hazel eyes sparkle. He folds his hands behind him and rocks back and forth on his feet.

When you let out a groan, his expression turns to a puzzled one. “Is something the matter, Your Grace?” he asks.

“You don’t have to call me that yet, you know,” you point out. “The wedding isn’t until tomorrow.”

He lets out a breezy laugh that echoes throughout the empty library. “I find it’s best to get into the habit now, actually,” he says. “I can be kind of forgetful and scatter-brained, after all.” He points to the vase as evidence.

You raise an eyebrow at him. “Is that why they’ve appointed you to my protection? They figured they’d give the job to the least competent guardsman?”

His smile hardens into something more serious, though no less warm. “I can see how it might seem that way,” he admits. “But I can assure you, my clumsiness in some areas is, if anything, attributable to my focus on protecting you. I’ll let other people worry about the finer details.” He waves a gauntleted hand in a playful dismissal.

“Well, hopefully without breaking anything,” he then adds with a chuckle. But his gaze remains focused intently on you. You passively note that the lighting in this room makes his eyes appear almost golden.

[lm-tomatito]

Espilver week day 7: Fortune

Death and love au

Silver confesses to Amy one of the reasons why he's constantly putting himself in dangerous situations despite being a common mortal: the desire to see his protector. As the angel of love that she is, Amy can't help but speculate about their possible future together.

“I already told you, I'm not the one keeping you from dying. Cupids don't have any power over life and death.” She sighed, hands on her waist and head slightly low. She was both frustrated and worried about her friend constantly putting himself in danger, and not knowing why he always escaped mortal, life changing injuries or death itself. Or more like she did know who might be the one helping him, but just not knowing why.

Her friend was someone who wanted to help others too much, not taking his own well being into account. He was very kind, always full of hope, but too stubborn and naive. It worried her a lot, not wanting to lose one of her few friends, not in a horrible way, not fighting the spirits and monsters the angels were responsible for. So, in her desire to protect her dear friend, she asked for the help of the only angels she knew could keep him safe and alive, and hopefully change his mind. But one hadn't given a concrete answer, simply shaking his head and hiding his face, not speaking as it was usual, while the other had immediately refused, saying how they shouldn't be playing so lightly with life.

Clearly, one of them had changed their mind, but why? And who?

“I know that.” He said a bit awkwardly. “I… I know who's actually helping me.”

“You do?” The pink little angel exclaimed with surprise and curiosity.

“Well…” He scratched the back of his head, his hat moving a little causing him to move his hands to fix it. “More like I've seen him. I haven't exactly interacted or spoken with him yet.”

“Uh-huh?” She promoted him to keep talking, expecting him to describe looks, clothes, anything that could help her decipher who she'd have to get answers from.

“That's why I… Umm…” She wasn't expecting him to avert his gaze so awkwardly and blush, nor the words that followed. “That's why I'll keep doing what I'm doing. I should… I need to talk to them.”

“WHAT?!” Outrageous, crazy, she was expecting him to be more careful or even quit after a couple of near death experiences, even hoping seeing an angel of death would deter him from risking his life this much. And yet here he was, wanting to do it again, and again, until he could, what, say hello to him? He shaked a bit, not out of fear or wavering determination but simply because of her loud voice, small ears trying to adjust themselves again after flattening so suddenly.

“I have to do it, I want to know their name at least. I would like to have some small talk too but I don't know how busy you guys are. What you do is like your job, right? Do you get paid for it?” He shaked his head after his little ramble, trying to focus again. “Whatever. I just want to talk to them. You're an angel of love, you understand… Right?” He asked, voice suddenly shy.

“Yes. You want me to talk with him or something?” He quickly shaked his head and she sighed. “Then? And what does me being an angel of love have to do with any-... Oh… OH.” Realization suddenly hit her, and her concerned expression changed to one of absolute joy, eyes big and sparkling while she quickly got close to her friend and took his hands in hers. “YOU’RE IN LOVE?!”

“I- No? I don't know.” He tried to answer, stumbling his words and feeling the heat on his face. He really didn't know anything about love, he hadn't ever been in any relationship, or experienced these feelings. All he knew is he was mesmerized by that angel's enigmatic appearance, his mysterious vibe, and those eyes…

“You're thinking about him!” She squealed, all too knowing about love and used to reading people's emotions. “Wait, who is it? Who did you see?”

“Who? What do you mean, there are more? Why does it sound like you know about this?”

“Oh.” She froze for a moment, nervously looking at the ground. She didn't want him to know she was trying to convince other angels to stop him from harming himself, because she knew he was doing it for a good cause, as much as it worried her. “Well, you know, angel stuff. I might or might not know him.” This made the other's suspicions go away, ears perking up with interest.

“You know the cute goth guy?” His eagerness was showing, a lot. Realizing what he said, he blushed again, his gaze finding an interest in his shoes, not elaborating more or denying his statement.

Amy thought for a bit. Goth? Death angels used black, but all of them did. Something about hiding with more ease in the shadows. She fortunately only had to figure out which one of the two death angels currently in the city he meant. If he wasn't talking about their black clothes, then vibes? But both of them had similar personalities, the two being very reserved and quiet, just one seemed more serious while the other just silently followed her around for some reason.

And then it hit her. If the blue red eyed hedgehog was only with her when he wasn't dealing with spirits or things in limbo, then only the other could be the one at his friend's side. And that meant…

That meant the one who helped his friend was the angel everyone knew for being very serious and efficient with his job, but also, the angel she knew for being a romantic, secretly sappy, and very protective of those he cared for. Reliable, a good match. A perfect match. Her cupid senses were skyrocketing.

“AH!” Her sudden excited scream made the other hedgehog jump a little bit.

“A-Amy?”

“I see it. I see it!” She exclaimed again, twirling a little, thoughts of romance in her head again, her halo brightening up and her wings flapping excitedly. Clasping her hands together, she let her fortune telling instincts run wild. “Oh, I see it so clearly! You're in the middle of a perilous confrontation, completely outnumbered and without escape! Suddenly, strong wind surrounds you, filling you with a nice protective warmth and the faint fragrance of roses! And then, someone arrives and puts himself between you and the danger, large protective wings covering you while every spirit in front of you cowers. They fear his authority, but you? You just get lost in his eyes when he looks at you, and you tremble when you hear his voice asking -”

“Are you alright?”

While Amy giggled to herself, enjoying the image in her head as she usually did, her friend just stood quietly, eyes big from both awkwardness and excitement, face completely red and hands shaking a bit.

The whole scenario had left him speechless, but even more what she had said last, because for some reason, a low muffled voice saying those words to him were in his memory, from that day he saw the angel of death for the first time. He hadn't understood anything at that moment, completely disoriented, body heavy and ears ringing after getting too close to an explosion. He remembered now, he understood now, and it shook him.

He already had issues understanding his new feelings, so strange to him that it filled him with fear but excitement too. Now he has one of Amy's love fortune readings. Silver didn't know how that ability of hers worked. Were they supposed to be things that became real? Or were they more interpretative? He wasn't sure, never being able to see the results of Amy's work, just people that were already a couple.

Whatever the case, he still wanted to talk to this guy. He wanted to see him again.

“I heard there are some wild spirits appearing in the outskirts of the city at night. Maybe I'll get the chance to see him there.”

Amy looked at him getting out of her daydreaming state. She still gave him a worried look, but smiled nonetheless.

“Just be careful, alright?” He nodded, returning a grin to her, a bit of playfulness in his face.

“I'll try!” He laughed while the pink hedgehog pouted a little bit.

“I'll be rooting for you!” She yelled once he started walking away, making him blush again, crossing his arms to give himself some sort of support.

“Thank you?” He shakily blurted out. Even if he didn't sound like that, he was sure his friend would be looking out for him in some way. He felt even more determined to help people now that he had two angels looking after him. He just needed to get to know the new one.

And maybe, he hoped, Amy's fortune would actually become real that day.

[essycogany]

Rare But Not So Rare Sonic Moments

Flaws

This may get controversial.

I welcome anyone else’s view point on this topic. If you don’t agree I’m okay with that. Just because I have a different perspective doesn’t make what I think right or wrong. You don’t have to change your mind. Whatever your opinion is, I respect it. Besides, it’s fun to have different views on something we both love. It gives us a way to see different sides of the coin.

Disclaimer: I’m a person who didn’t grow up with this franchise and only recently got into in early 2022. I have no biases towards any version of this character. Making my opinions about his characterizations mixed.

By the way, I’ll only use Sonic games as examples (for the most part) because this analysis would be too long if I talked about other medias.

In short. Most of his flaws do stir into different medias as well. To be honest, Sonic’s other variants aren’t as different as some may think, but that’s my hot take.

Times The Blue Blur Messed Up

Riders: Sonic lunched Amy along with Eggman into the air with his wind abilities. While knowing Amy’s safety would be at risk. Then left her. Which was the reason she was so angry and aggressive afterwards. He didn’t ever apologize either.

06: Exchanged a chaos emerald for Elise even after Tails warned Sonic not to.

Unleashed: Was distracted by taunting Eggman.

Sonic: “Well, this is new. Showing remorse Eggman? If you played nice, I wouldn’t have to break all your toys.”

Then became the Werehog. All because he wanted to boost his ego.

Secret Rings: Shahra used Sonic to collect the world rings for Erazar Djinn. Even though it should’ve been expected because she said, “They use to work together.” Ended up not being true.

Black Night: Was tricked into helping Merlina who wanted to create a world that would last forever.

Lost World: Tails once again tried to warn Mr.Impatient about the conch in Eggman’s hand, but kicked it anyways. Then warned Sonic about another trap, he didn’t listen, ended up getting the fox captured instead.

Frontiers: Accidentally helped free The End despite Knuckles and Sage’s suspensions. If his friends, Eggman, and Sage didn’t help him…..Well, it’s in the villain's name.

Side Note: In Secret Rings, Black night, and Frontiers Sonic was rude at points.

Sonic Sassiness

Sonic Sassiness Part 2

Sonic’s Overall Flaws/Mistakes

Some may be from his general characterizations throughout his history.

Sonic rushes into things without a second thought. (Impulsiveness) Sonic can be too reckless, brash, or not take situations seriously.

He’s impatient. (Which was his core trait since his idle animation in Sonic 1)

He doesn’t listen to his friends warnings. Sonic can be too cocky at the wrong moments. He causes or contributes to world ending consequences. The blue blur can also be too trusting and naive.

Sonic doesn’t worry about his own physical or mental state and internalizes his emotions. He isn’t able to express himself very well. Therefore doesn’t put the right words together when speaking sometimes.

Sonic can be stubborn and a bit of a jerk.

Sage: “You are short tempered and short sided.”

And that’s about it. If I missed anything, feel free to let me know.

My Thoughts

A few of these can be seen as Sonic’s strength and weaknesses. Like his willingness to harm himself if it means to save his friends.

The reason Sonic never learns from his mistakes in the games is because he gets away with them. Which is not a good or bad thing per say. (Besides Sonic Riders. There’s no excuse for that.)

The stories never really given him an arc. But I don’t think Sonic’s a perfect or flawless character. If the examples I’ve shown are evidence of anything.

I’d say he’s static, but not consistently. Most static characters I’ve seen rarely stays static anyways.

I also don’t believe Sonic himself thinks he’s perfect. Sonic probably thinks he doesn’t have to change because he’s so sure he should be able to manage things without issue. Everything does eventually go his way. Why should he change?

I do understand Sonic influences people, but why can’t there be a balance? It’s been done plenty of times with other characters. In books, movies, and tv shows. Animated and live-action.

Movie!Sonic in Sonic 2 inspired both Knuckles and Tails. Helping them better themselves with advice and encouragement. While also going through his own arc of growing up and being responsible.

Tails:“You’ve inspired me. To leave my village. To find you and help you on your mission.”

Despite him learning how to slow down and plan things out, Prime!Sonic also inspires the different variants of his friends. Thorn, Dread, and Nine. Helping them grow into becoming better people.

Even in Unleashed Sonic was at his most mature, but it was only after his cocky attitude got him into trouble. So, yes. Inspirational characters can have flaws.

I’ll just say this

Everyone has their own views on how Sonic should be characterized, drawn, played, voiced, animated, and showcase.

It’s fine if you don’t like a curtain interpretation of a character, but to say the character (Especially if they weren’t very consistent in the first place) isn’t acting like themselves now, it’s really hard to argue what self there is to come back to. Because even in the games there are so many different selves for these characters in their own canon universe. From Classic to Adventure, Unleashed, Colors, and Frontiers. (If that makes any sense)

It’s hard to find one place to be in because Sonic’s been in too many places at once. He shouldn’t be held down to one characterization if he’s already been all over the place from the beginning of his existence.

AKA Sonic’s first two shows ever. TAOSTH and SATAM. In both shows Sonic had flaws as well, but never learned from them. Which means he’s been like this from the start. Like everything else about this franchise, his personality is an ongoing experiment that’ll probably never be solved. And I kind of love that. Even if it can be stressful and has it’s own up’s and down’s

All of these unique stories from the games, comics, tv shows, and movies people grew up with are what made this franchise so popular. This is the main reason I became a Sonic fan. Because I learned so much about characterization from this franchise and how to love the different variations of its characters. Finding an appreciation for each of them.

Conclusion

Everyone’s opinions are valid at the end of the day. At least we all have a version of this character we can love and appreciate. Whether you agree or not I’m grateful you’ve made it all the way to the end. You’re a trooper!

Stay Creative! 💜

[unformula1]

everything fell apart (CL16 x reader)

everything fell apart (CL16 x reader)

part 1 (everything's falling apart) | part 3 (everything's gone) series masterlist- everything (you're losing me)

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synopsis: choose something babe, i got nothing.

“When were you going to tell me that this is happening?” He says, his hands gesturing at you two.

“Charles don’t say stupid things.” Arthur intervenes which gets him the deadliest glare from Charles.

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pairing: charles leclerc x reader / arthur leclerc x reader

word count: 1299

a/n: wasn’t planning on part 2 but here we go!!! also Charles’ personality is COMPLETELY fictional, I promise he’s NOT like this. also sorry if this isn’t how yall want this to go :\ I tried. pretty rushed too. leave suggestions in comments or requests or anything tbh.

masterlist

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taglist: @janeholt3 @boherahpsody @kryingkat22 @iamkaku @vizzzashley

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“Hi.” He finally picked up.

“Hi Arthur.”

“Hola. What’s up?” He sounds like he’s chewing something, you hear distant keyboard clicking sounds in the background.

“Is this a bad time?” You ask, holding back the sobbing.

“No! Never a bad time!” He excitedly says, his voice resembles Charles’ a lot. 

“Can we talk?” 

“Sure!” 

You hear more keyboard clicking and shuffling of stuff before Arthur lets you start.

“I love your brother.” You start off strong.

“Mhm. Clearly.” Arthur replies.

“Does he love me back?” You ask.

“Of course he does.” Arthur responds, pretty naively.

“Because lately he’s been a lot more… aggressive and he’s been going out a lot. We haven’t had a proper conversation in weeks.” You ramble, still trying your best to hold back your tears.

“Oh.” Arthur hesitates, “Really?”

“Mhm.” You respond, “And he’s definitely not the sweetheart I fell in love with.” 

The first sob comes out, along with a teardrop. You quickly wipe it off with your hands, taking a deep breath.

“Mon ami, don’t cry.” He says almost instantly after your first sob.

Arthur and Charles were brothers, but they were also vastly different in many ways. Arthur definitely read people better but Charles treated them like royalty (used to). 

Right now, Arthur’s voice is all you need, him and his calming voice. You desperately needed someone who could understand you, someone who would get what you were going through.

Arthur.

“I’m trying really… really hard.” You say in between sobs, which were growing much more intense.

Arthur doesn’t respond, you can hear his breathing. He hesitates. You don’t care, all you need is someone to listen to you.

“Sometimes it feels like I’m losing him and it kills me every time that shows.” Your filter completely turns off as your sobs turn into full-on crying.

You’re tired of this.

“It’s okay darling…” Arthur whispers across the phone.

His voice is the most comforting thing in the world. Charles’ voice too, but that was before all this happened. 

“What if…” You let out a loud cry, just thinking about it, “What if… he’s found someone else.” 

You let out a louder cry and you descend completely into tears and rambling. Across the phone, you hear shuffling of feet and footsteps.

“Please stay on the phone. I’m coming over. You’re at Charles’ house right?” He says, door locking can be heard, “Stay there.”

You try to reply to him but you just let out more cries. You manage to will out a mhm for him which earns you a sigh.

You stay on the call, no words are exchanged, you’re just crying and he’s doing whatever he can to comfort you.

“Charles would never.” Arthur reassures you, “He’s faithful.”

You hope so too. You desperately hope so.

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It doesn’t take long before you hear a doorbell ring. By now, your entire face is red and your eyes are puffy. You’re not a pretty cry-er but you could care less. Your hands are clasped together with tissues lying all over. 

You quickly walk over to the door, adjusting your hair to at least look partially presentable for Arthur. 

You take a deep breath and you open the door.

“Charles?” Your voice raises an octave or two. 

“Yes?” He responds, as cold as he can sound.

“What are you doing-” You stutter out whatever words you can say.

He looks up from his phone, looking at your red and teary-eyed face, turning his attention to the couch which is ridden with crumpled up tissues.

He looks at your phone, and the call with Arthur.

“What were you doing?” Charles questioned, it sounded harsh and brutal, like an interrogation.

“Talking… and crying.” You hold back the tears just thinking of everything that happened.

“Talking to Arthur?” He says, even more suspiciously.

“Yes.” You reply.

He looks at you dead in the eye and keeps his phone in his pocket, taking a few steps toward you. Naturally, you take a few steps back. He stops and glares at you. You clutch onto your phone. 

Looking at your phone, Arthur has muted himself in the call but a message drops from the top of your phone.

what now?

You didn’t know either. 

Your head spun round the different possibilities right now.

“Mon amour… give me the phone.” He says, stretching out his hand to take the phone.

You scoff in your head. Mon amour. As if.

Another message from Arthur pops up.

give it to him

You look at the message and look back up at Charles, whose hand is still outstretched.

Give it? What were you? You weren’t just something Charles could command around. 

“No.” You shakily say out.

Charles' voice grows angrier, “Please.”

“I want to hold onto it.” You insist. Your heart pounds hard against your ribcage.

Your phone buzzes a few more times before the call disconnects. 

Charles’ face looks mad and horrified, maybe a mix of both, added with a little bit of anger. 

“Don’t make this hard… please.” He says, the “please” feeling more fake than ever.

Arthur appears at the front door, which is still wide open.

The Leclercs share a glance before Charles returns his glare to you. 

“Charles.” Arthur says, with that accent which you fell in love with one too many times.

“Arthur, please leave… right now.” Charles demands.

“Charles.” Arthur repeats, taking a step closer to you two.

“So when were you going to tell me?” Charles scoffs, alternating between looking at you and Arthur.

“What?” You say.

“When were you going to tell me that this is happening?” He says, his hands gesturing at you two.

“Charles don’t say stupid things.” Arthur intervenes which gets him the deadliest glare from Charles.

“I’m not stupid.” Charles says, taking a few steps backward, “I know what this is.”

Is he being serious? After all you’ve done for him? The audacity of him to think you were unfaithful. It killed everything inside of you knowing you would never do such a thing. 

You snap.

“Are you fucking serious?” You say, the essence of sobbing is still there.

“After all I’ve done for you?” You continue, taking big steps toward him. This kills you too, it hurts everything inside you, “I loved you. I loved everything about you.” 

“Liar.” Charles scoffs harder.

Your eyes widen. You had to process his words. Liar? Liar? LIAR? 

“What?” It was less of a question and more of infuriated word placement.

“I fought for this. I fought against the world for me to be able to have you. And all I did was bleed.” You shout, your voice raising with every word.

Charles looks shocked. His face is blank and unreadable, his eyes glow an unfamiliar glow. It’s not angry or sad, it’s like he’s…confused.

The realisation of what you said quickly hit you back. You love Charles, you really do. Were those too harsh? 

“Guys…” Arthur quickly breaks the tense silence, “Maybe we should sit down?” 

“No- I’m not doing this.” Charles slams his hand onto a nearby table, grabbing his bag and storming out of the house, not forgetting to push Arthur out the way.

“Charles!” Arthur calls out to no avail as Charles storms down the corridor.

Arthur quickly turns his attention to you.

“I-” He doesn’t know what to say, “I didn’t know what to say-”

You look at him, your eyes watering up and before you knew it, you were running into his arms, breaking out in tears.

He hugged tightly onto you.

“It’s okay. It’s okay.” He kept repeating in your ears as you slowly descended into just crying and sobbing. Your tears staining his shirt.

“What do I do now?” You say in between deep breaths.

“I…” Arthur looks at you, then around you, “I don’t know.”

[sofs16]

let you break my heart again—2

series link #SOF: biggest thank you to @rocksanneig for helping with the translations 🤍🤍

“hello! ”charles said to the (y/h/c), giddy that yn came.

the big part of him knew yn would come. she was always there. but he told himself not to be too confident and maybe there was a small chance she wouldn’t come. he told himself maybe she just needed a little more time.

but there she was, standing tiredly in front of him with her pillow hanging to her side, the pillowcase charles had gotten for her was hanging in between her finger tips.

yn had been complaining about the itchiness of her pillowcase and the next day charles was handing her a bag of soft pillow cases he had bought with some of his racing money.

“salut hi” she whispered, subconsciously using french as the language whilst she shivered from the sudden wind. “come in! ” charles opened the door wider, making sure she got in before closing the door behind her. he took her other hand gently and hurried to the living room. her heart rate had quickened at his touch.

all the leclerc’s were aware of them occupying the living room, pascale made sure arthur and lorenzo wouldn’t disturb the two teens. she had always loved yn as her own daughter and wanted nothing more for them to stop fighting — maybe even a confession.

“i am very very sorry, yn. i can not apologize enough but thank you for coming.” he sat her down the couch “ouais yeah” she mumbled, still unease with her paced heart rate and the situation.

“y/n/n, dis quelque chose say something” charles sighed, nudging her after a while of silence and she shook her head “'tu sais ce qu'on dit dans le code des filles -ou le code des garçons, charles ? on met pas ses amourettes avant sa meilleure amie. you ever heard of girl code— even boy code, charles? you don’t put ‘flings’ or whatever before your best friend”

“je sais, je suis désolé- i know, i’m sorry-”

“'Non tu sais pas ! T'es même pas amoureux de Lacy. C'est qui pour toi ? La troisième fille avec qui tu sors cette année juste parce qu'elle trouve que t'es beau et qu'elle t'aime bien ? C'est pas comme ça que ça fonctionne. no you don’t know! you don’t even like lacy. what is she? your third girl of the year just because they say they think you’re hot and they like you? it doesn’t work like that.”

“Tu te mets pas avec quelqu'un parce qu'il t'aime et que tu apprécies le fait qu'on t'aime; tu te mets avec quand c'est réciproque. Ça fait souffrir l'autre personne! you don’t get with someone just because they like you and you like that someone likes you; you get with them when you actually like them. it hurts the other person!”

“i.. i am not with lacy anymore” he mumbled, fiddling with the knit blanket. she raised a brow as if she had proven her point.

‘don’t expect anything’ yn quietly reminded herself

“she broke up with me” she looks at charles. what kind of an idiot would leave him? sure, charles had his flaws, but to yn he was the only man who she considered ‘perfect’ even in his own way.

she gave charles a hug. charles always found comfort in her hugs, an indescribable feeling to him.

“i’m sorry charles but that doesn’t excuse what you did. it may be small to others but the one day i asked for us to have, you leave me waiting for hours.” she whispers

“i know, i will never do it again! i promise!” and he stood by that. “sorry about your breakup though” she mumbles, pulling away from the hug “It is okay, at least we get to spend more time together, like before!” charles smiled “got any upcoming races?” she leaned back on the couch, changing the topic. she did not want a fight, she wanted him to understand, maybe a little too naive at the time.

“one next next week.” charles leans over to open a bag of chips, offering her some. “i wish i could go but i’ve been slumped with work” yn sighs, munching on her chips “don’t worry! i’ll ask maman to video it all so we can watch it together”

“i can’t wait for you” she says with a small smile before they fall into their usual chatter, forgetting to even watch a movie.

pascale finds them both sleeping on the couch, charles embracing yn. she takes a photo of them on the polaroid camera lorenzo recently got for the family. she puts it in a memory album charles doesn’t know exists. It has pages of them growing up together.

1 month later, october, is the peak of senior prom talk. the schools in monaco aren’t as large as others, meaning word spreads fast. charles recently got with another girl, heather, who he thinks is the one. but he’s 15, what does he know?

yn hasn’t bothered to speak about it since the last argument… rather, the lack of argument. she hangs out with charles once or twice a week and to her, that’s enough.

during a usual leclerc- yln dinner, charles mentions him going to prom with heather. the others indulge in that topic as pascale turns to look at yn. she sees the young girl looking down at her food, keeping her eyes trained on the pasta.

“what about you, yn? any cute boys?” lorenzo asks, making yn look up. charles looks at her as well.

charles hadn’t thought about that.

“um.. a few have asked but.. i didn’t really say yes” she shrugs.

“why not”

“how come”

“are you going alone?” the others push more follow-up questions. “i don’t really know... besides, shouldn’t we be talking about lorenzo’s girlfriend?” she smiles and tries to shift the conversation, which thankfully works.

ironically, the next day at school, one of the few boys yn may actually think is cute, asks her to the prom. “sure” she smiles. a little company can’t hurt anyone.

as mentioned, word travels fast in their school. hence charles storming into yn’s room at 9 in the evening. “you did not tell me” “charlie, it doesn’t hurt to knock sometimes” she says, putting on some moisturizer.

“you did not tell me you were going to prom with— what is his name? philus ?” he repeats “it’s philippe” she cocks her head to the side, setting the moisturizer down

“why did you not tell me?” “charlie, he asked me out today”

“and?” “charles, you literally just got home from your date with heather. why do you think?” she said, exasperated

“you could text me!” he bickers “why is this so important? i would have told you yesterday!” “Because we do not talk as much and I— I just want what is best for you” “And whose fault do you think that is?” she whispers

history repeats itself, another girl, another argument.

charles quietly leaves the room with a muttered apology but comes back, just as quickly, to hug her and wipe the tears away.

“stop ditching me for girls, its pathetic of me to cry over this” she mumbled in his sweatshirt “i am stupid, do not cry over me, please”

he then hasn’t understood the layers to the argument, yet again, but there was an unspoken rule to him that he couldn’t go to sleep with you two being in an argument, not again.

the next week, charles takes yn out for a joint birthday dinner. she ends up paying for it after multiple quarrels on who pays. it was his birthday, after all. she ends up giving him a bracelet she bought for him. he told her that he would never take it off.

november strolls by and charles has never been more enthusiastic for yn’s birthday. she deserved a good one. he spoiled her that day and dragged her away for a moment to give her a necklace with a friendship ring, both their initials engraved. she thanks him with a tight, bone crushing hug.

january break is spent supporting charles’ races, being present in all of them.

february, prom finally happens. it would have been much memorable to yn if she wasn’t still hung up on charles. her date was kind and good for her. charles and her would subconsciously both look at each other.

though, that night, they all get home with little giggles, yn and charles saying good night to each other as they enter their houses. and just before charles can shut the door, he notices a letter sitting under the door mat.

he picks it up, paying no mind, until he sees your name. his first thought of his, to return it to you, is stopped when he sees the stamp of oxford.

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yn.yln.16 little dinner plans for birthday boy here! #16!

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october 16, 2013

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charles_leclerc Happiest birthday to my constant, yn.yln.16! It has been a tough year for us but I always knew we would make it through! :) Thank you for always sticking by me even if I can be very stupid at times and always supporting me, you are everything to me. I love you! And also, 16 is my number 😠

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yn.yln.16 16 Is my number! I’ve had it since we were 3, back off!

november 3, 2013

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charles_leclerc So well deserved! ❤️

january 12, 2014

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yn.yln.16 Boys insisted on a pre-prom drinking night to see my soda drinking tolerance😒

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february 5, 2014

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Movie Amy Rose future AU

This post is kinda ironic knowing the rumors of Silver is the next character being introduced in the fourth movie or the end credits for the third movie. To save myself from going into another rant I’m just gonna say I don’t feel too great about the idea (especially with the possibility of them skipping Amy again or cramming way more characters into Amy’s debut movie than they did for Shadow).

Believe it or not, I drew this to cope with the possibility that they may cram a bunch of characters in the fourth before the stuff about the rumored silver spin-off came out.🫠

Anyway, this is how I would see an Amy Rose, Silver the Hedgehog, Blaze the Cat, and Metal Sonic movie.

Context

Amy and Silver are from a time organization that protects the timeline throughout the galaxy. Amy is gifted with the ability to see the future and summon her hammer (and other abilities). Silver is gifted with powerful psychic abilities unmatched by other fellow psychics within the organization. Together they were a powerful duo when assigned on missions. They were also friends with a tight-knit dynamic that strengthened their bond inside and outside of missions. This doesn’t mean their team was without fault. Although they both have a similar optimistic outlook on things, they have different ways of fighting for the future they envision.

Though Silver is an optimist he is also naive, he’ll take anything the organization gives him as the truth. If the organization tells him he needs to make a sacrifice for a brighter future he’ll do it. Amy is the opposite, she looks to one's past, present, and future to find another solution rather than stick to the organization's rigid ones. She believes in fate and destiny but she will challenge it and look for a different perspective if it means a brighter future for the universe or just one person. This often causes conflict between Amy and the organization but things usually turn out ok despite Amy’s differing approach to assignments. Silver was fine with this, Amy's way always brought even better results than the organization offered and as long as the future was secured there was no harm in a different path.

That was until a very dangerous variant infiltrated the organization threatening the timeline. Fortunately, they were able to contain it and learn of his origins. The dangerous entity was Metal Sonic, a future variant, a roboticized Sonic the Hedgehog. Deeming the threat too dangerous to exist they order Silver and Amy to terminate Sonic the Hedgehog before he becomes Metal Sonic (or lead to his birth). While Silver accepts the mission with a heavy heart, Amy refuses stating that there must be another way. This time the organization is not budging on their decision despite Amy’s grievances. If she would not cooperate she would be removed from the mission and forbidden from intervening.

Sensing a darker motive for the organization wanting Sonic the Hedgehog gone for good, she raced against Silver to protect Sonic from his assigned fate. One fight later Amy shakes Silver off her trail by stranding him in another dimension. Fortunately for him, in the loss of one ally, he gains a new one in Blaze the Cat, princess of the Sol dimension. Once he makes her aware of the danger Sonic/ could bring to her world and the universe she quickly allies.

Unbeknownst to anyone metal Sonic has escaped containment upon Silver and Amy's departure and he seems to be set on tearing the universe and time itself apart. He also seems to be targeting Amy for some strange reason.

[stormdash2]

Some Archie Character Reboot Ideas.

I've been thinking more about the return of Sally and The Freedom Fighters. Be it another reboot, a revival, a new show, IDW or even the games.

These are some ideas that have come to mind for me on any possibility.

First there's Nicole.

If Nicole got rebooted in any shape or form, I can see her as a hacker who assists Sally against Eggman in many ways. I also see her as a bit of a shut-in, due to her past prior to being adopted by Sally's family.

She strikes me as someone who could be socially awkward, and I imagine that in this timeline, she'd be an adopted sister for Sally, and fully Mobian rather than a computer.

I can imagine Sally being the only person she's comfortable talking to, but anyone else would be met with hesitation. As an homage to her shut in nature, I could see her using holograms or radios to speak with others, akin to how she first appeared.

If anyone could get Nicole to open up, it would be Sonic himself. He's very good at talking to others, when he wants to be. He's not the best for conversation himself, but his kind nature would be alluring for someone like Nicole who could just use some comforting words.

Nicole's backstory of being a shut-in hacker is partially inspired by a Persona 5 character by the name of Futaba Sakura.

A good friend could go a long way. I wouldn't mind if Sonic played the role that Ren Amamiya/Joker played in getting the shy girl to open up. Soon Nicole could have friends like Tails and Amy, just like Futaba eventually had friends in The Phantom Thieves.

I do feel like Bunnie's cybernetics would be Wispons this time around rather than actual cybernetics. It would fit the current direction that Sega is going. Just keep her southern charm, and you have potential for something good.

I can't see Antoine ever using a laser sword, even in a reboot he will stick with a classic sword. He believed his sword to be superior to the Z-Saber that Zero uses, and Zero is an iconic Mega Man character who's strong enough in his own right. That speaks volumes of Antoine's confidence in a sword.

I also believe that Monkey Khan should return somehow. Given that Chun-Nan exists, he could easily come back as a resident of that country, or even the Ruler of Land here. He has a lot of potential as a character.

Give him his own Freedom Fighters too, like the ones from the Archie Reboot.

If anything, they could borrow much more from Sun Wukong, the very character he's based off of. Imagine him going against Gaia the way Sun Wukong would against any deity that defied him.

Of course the Freedom Fighter story would just be an origin of them wanting to keep their town safe during the Phantom Ruby Incident. I imagine Sally has seen Infinite on multiple occasions.

Sonic Forces was just made for the Freedom Fighters' potential return. The fact that Sally and Bunnie cameoed in one of the comics is proof of that. Pictures only, but still worth mentioning.

And of course The Freedom Fighters would be allies with The Diamond Cutters should they appear in IDW. I can even imagine Sally as a mentor figure to Lanolin. Though I imagine it would be predated by a lot of bickering. Lanolin is stubborn and doesn't always listen to others, but may come to respect Sally while Tangle just admires her and Whisper respects her.

Then there's Mina Mongoose and Fiona Fox. I imagine their stories would cross paths with one another. Mina's good nature could balance out Fiona's cynicism, while Fiona is tough enough to watch out for Mina should she be too naive.

Mina's personality would be her cheerful and loving nature, while Fiona would be a nihilist due to old traumas, but not too anti-social. She just keeps a distance from everyone, except her best friend Mina.

I can't see any romance between either of them or Sonic, and that's fine. Last time there was, both girls ended up getting screwed over somehow and mistreated.

Mina would not be a pop idol per say, but it's a dream she's working toward while Fiona is still a medic.

I can see Mina at least admiring Sonic for his free will, while Fiona may find him a bit irritating.

Out of the Diamond Cutters, I can see Mina being best friends with Tangle and the two would interact a lot. All the while, Fiona may mess with Whisper a bit, but the two may find time to bond later.

They would also befriend The Freedom Fighters and be official members. Fiona's medical skills would come in handy more but Mina has plenty to offer.

Surge and Kit would be a fun interaction. Fiona might find the duo unsettling, and a look into what life she could have had if she had not befriended Mina.

Surge's personality around Fiona could mirror Scourge. Difference is that it's less likely to be romantic, and more that Surge wants to befriend Fiona, but their friendship is very toxic.

Surge could end up jealous of the bond that Fiona and Mina have with the other Freedom Fighters, The Restoration, and Sonic's friends.

When it comes to Tails, I can see Mina really admiring his intelligence, and wanting to be his friend. She may also find him really small and cute and dote over him.

Fiona may like Tails too, but that may take time. I can see her being annoyed by him at first, likely to call him childish insults (i.e. Twerp), and just mildly bullying him. She still has a soft spot for Tails though.

Lastly when it comes to Sally herself, she is the leader of her Freedom Fighter friends in their village of Knothole. They protected their town from Infinite and Eggman to the best of their abilities.

As mentioned prior, Sally could form a bond with Lanolin and in time be one of her dearest friends.

As also mentioned before, she'd have her big sister/little sister bond with Nicole. and always be ready to protect her.

She'd be a brave girl that goes after badniks, be it with Whispons or just on her own. She might even have an intensity that rivals Princess Peach in the old comics.

Like seriously, it's easy to forget how intense Princess Peach was in the old Mario comics (Or Toadstool as she was called at the time). Imagine Sally having this type of drive. Or maybe it might be too much.

I can also imagine Sally being in the movies as a girl who met Sonic once upon a time. Maybe they were childhood friends, maybe they knew each other in passing, but should Sally ever appear in the movies, there's plenty of story to be told.

I can imagine a situation similar to the anime Zatch Bell, where Sally is the one telling Tom and the others what Sonic was like back home, as she would be the only one from Mobius to know anything about him, even if it's something minuscule, like Tia having to explain Zatch's home life to Kiyo. She didn't know everything, but she knew enough.

I don't know what will happen regarding romance. In a perfect world, Sally is with Sonic. They are, for me at least, the definitive Sonic pairing in Sonic media. Like Superman and Lois Lane. Like Spider-Man and Mary Jane Watson. Granted I prefer someone like Kitty Pride for Peter Parker, but you get my point.

Sonic and Sally are just it for me. But I know that Sega may believe differently. Be it the games, the comics, or the movies, Sonally just may never happen. That doesn't mean fans can't have some sliver of hope. Optimism is good, but be ready to accept reality.

I can see three potential replacements for Sonic if romance doesn't work out between them. Note, this is not mandatory for Sally, she doesn't need to be romantically paired off. But if they feel the need to, there are options.

First option, Monkey Khan. Back in Archie, I did not like the pairing between Sally and Ken. It was typical love triangle drama that did not need to be there.

This time around, there is no worry of that. Ken is there with his own story, and the romance thing could just be on the side or merely hinted at. If they want to go all in, they can do so without Sonic being pulled into that drama.

Option two is Mighty the Armadillo. The relationship between Sally and Mighty could mirror SatAM Sonally, without it being a complete copy. Maybe Sally's more chill, or Mighty is just a less hyper version of SatAM Sonic. Point is, there's potential.

Option three, one of my favorites, is Sally with Ray the Flying Squirrel. I feel like he'd know how to be that perfect mix of Adventurer and Freedom Fighter. He loves thrills, but shows some caution in doing so. I think Sally and Ray have potential for a good bond.

We could just skip the romance, or have Sally with a one-sided crush on Sonic. Sonic may never end up with her, but I can see something similar to Final Fantasy 7 with Cloud, Aerith and Tifa.

There was no major love triangle drama with them. Tifa and Aerith were good friends, and Cloud just have to make a choice eventually. It can be a nice running gag in the games and the comics.

None of this is fool proof, but it's better than nothing. Sometimes you just gotta take a chance, just be wise about it.

This is just more of my head canons on how to use the Freedom Fighters in the games, comics or movies. Or any other media. Perhaps one day, they truly can return.

[lucytsukii]

Extroyd / Part 2

I will continue the story!

For those who want more context on the story, here is Part 1

By the way, I put the names of Jerry (Jeremy) and Mack to differentiate them in the shadows, to make it easier for you!

To start this part, you have to understand more about Tatsu.

Tatsu is the symbol of wishes/shooting star, he is one of the strongest entities in the universe, he is the one who turns "impossible" desires into "reality", being sought after by everyone.

As a child he willingly complied and helped everyone, avoiding very cruel desires.

The more time passed, the more he realized that many consequences happened due to people's selfish desires, and this weighed on his mind.

But his brothers were around him and calmed and protected him.

However, with the arrival of Luciel, everything changed. Tatsu was already much older at the time, and had more insight into the "issues".

He trusted his older brother Mack a lot, so he decided to remain neutral in the decision, when he learned that Mack was in favor of Luciel taking control of Extroyd's "protection".

Unfortunately, not everyone respected this opinion, his nephew Jerry went after him to convince him to help the rebellion, since with the wishes that Tatsu fulfills, everything would end in an instant.

Tatsu was apprehensive that such a request could generate conflict and even harm the universe, so he firmly denied it, stating his trust in Mack's judgment.

This angered Jerry, who started fighting with Tatsu, calling him crazy for allowing him to grant power to a dangerous stranger.

The argument ended up catching the attention of Leonard, Jerry's father, who was passing by.

Leo, who knew about Tatsu's concerns, joined the conversation, fighting with his own son for his naivety and misconduct, for wanting to use Tatsu's wishes recklessly and for the terrible idea of ​​making a “revolution”.

The discussion became very serious to the point that the two stopped talking to each other.

Months passed and suddenly Jerry took a “hit” against Luciel! His Uncle Mack interfered, fighting with Jerry, who wouldn't listen.

However, it was too late, Luciel became interested in Jerry's actions, and proposed a "game", a duel against him, whoever wanted could request it, and if they won, Luciel's children and wife would leave.

Jerry, proud and naive, accepted the conditions, so bets were placed.

However, Luciel makes one thing clear, if people lost the duel, he would kill everyone who was on their side, as a warning never to happen again.

Mack was at an impasse with the situation, the number of “children” who were in this revolution was not small, this would be a massacre…

I finally managed to post this! It's been sitting in my drafts for months, and I didn't know how to write it XD

It may take a while to post the rest, but I hope you are enjoying my story, please, if you find a writing error or anything like that, I apologize, English is not my native language, and I use the help of a translator to write.

Feel free to comment on, reblog and leave a like, to know that you're enjoying it at least a little!

I'll continue the story next time.

See you later.

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Film quotes I love/that changed my life

Dead Poets Society (1989)

• John Keating: "We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, "O me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless... of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?" Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?"

• Neil Perry: "I was good. I was really good."

• John Keating: "There's a time for daring and there's a time for caution and a wise man understands which is called for."

Everything Everywhere All At Once (2022)

• CEO Waymond: "When I choose to see the good side of things, I'm not being naive. It is strategic and necessary. It's how I've learned to survive through everything."

• Alpha Waymond: "Every rejection, every disappointment has led you to this moment. Don't let anything distract you from it."

• Waymond: "The only thing I do know... is that we have to be kind. Please, be kind. Especially when we don't know what's going on."

• Jobu Tupaki: "I wasn't looking for you so I could kill you. I was just looking for someone who could see what I see, feel what I feel."

Little Women (2019)

• Jo March: "Women, they have minds, and they have souls, as well as just hearts. And they've got ambition, and they've got talent, as well as just beauty. I'm so sick of people saying that love is just all a woman is fit for. I'm so sick of it.

But I'm so lonely..."

• Amy March: "Well, I believe we have some power over who we love, it isn't something that just happens to a person."

Theodore 'Laurie' Laurence: "I think the poets might disagree."

Amy March: "Well, I'm not a poet, I'm just a woman. And as a woman I have no way to make money, not enough to earn a living and support my family. Even if I had my own money, which I don't, it would belong to my husband the minute we were married. If we had children they would belong to him, not me. They would be his property. So don't sit there and tell me that marriage isn't an economic proposition, because it is. It may not be for you but it most certainly is for me."

• Jo March: "If I were a girl in a book, this would all be so easy."

• Meg March: "Just because my dreams are different than yours doesn't mean they're unimportant."

The Perks of Being a Wallflower (2012)

• Charlie: "I don't know if I will have the time to write any more letters because I might be too busy trying to participate. So if this does end up being the last letter, I just want you to know that I was in a bad place before I started high school, and you helped me. Even if you didn't know what I was talking about or know someone who's gone through it, you made me not feel alone. Because I know there are people who say all these things don't happen. And there are people who forget what it's like to be 16 when they turn 17. I know these will all be stories someday. And our pictures will become old photographs. We'll all become somebody's mom or dad. But right now these moments are not stories. This is happening. I am here and I am looking at her. And she is so beautiful. I can see it. This one moment when you know you're not a sad story. You are alive, and you stand up and see the lights on the buildings and everything that makes you wonder. And you're listening to that song and that drive with the people you love most in this world. And in this moment I swear, we are infinite."

• Patrick: "You see things and you understand. You're a wallflower."

Donnie Darko (2001)

• Dr. Lilian Thurman: "Do you feel alone right now?"

Donnie: "Oh, I don't know. I mean, I'd like to believe I'm not, but I just... I've just never seen any proof, so I... I just don't debate it anymore, you know? It's like I could spend my whole life debating it over and over again, weighing the pros and cons. And in the end, I still wouldn't have any proof. So I just... I just don't debate it anymore. It's absurd."

Dr. Lilian Thurman: "The search for God is absurd?"

Donnie: "It is if everyone dies alone."

Dr. Lilian Thurman: "Does that scare you?"

Donnie: "I don't want to be alone."

• Donnie: "How's it feel to have a wacko for a son?"

Rose Darko: "It feels wonderful."

• Donnie to Cherita Chen: "One day everything will be better for you."

10 Things I Hate About You (1999)

• Kat: "You don't always have to be who they want you to be, you know?"

• Kat: "Why should I live up to other people's expectations instead of my own?"

The Holdovers (2023)

• Paul Hunham: "There's nothing new in human experience, Mr. Tully. Each generation thinks it invented debauchery or suffering or rebellion, but man's every impulse and appetite from the disgusting to the sublime is on display right here all around you. So, before you dismiss something as boring or irrelevant, remember, if you truly want to understand the present or yourself, you must begin in the past. You see, history is not simply the study of the past. It is an explanation of the present."

• Angus Tully: "He used to be fine. He was better than fine. He was great. He was my dad. Then about four years ago, he... started acting strange. Erratic, forgetful, saying all this weird shit. My mom took him to a bunch of doctors, and they put him on medication. But that just made it worse. He got more confused. Then he got angry. And then he got... physical. That was it. That was the last straw. They put him away. And she divorced him... without him even realizing it. That's why she wants a whole new life. And it's easy to just stash me away in boarding school. Like half of us are just stashed away there. And I get it. She never has to look at me. Because maybe when she looks at me, she... she sees him. Maybe she's right. I can't keep it together. I lie. I steal. I piss people off. I don't have any friends, real friends. I'll probably get kicked out of Barton too. And when I do, it'll be my own fault. Get sent to Fork Union and maybe to youknowwhere. And nobody will care. The funny thing is... I wanted to see him so bad this whole time. But I also didn't, you know? Because I'm afraid that's what's going to happen to me one day."

Paul Hunham: "You're not your father."

Angus Tully: "How do you know?"

Paul Hunham: "Because no one is his own father. I'm not my dad. No matter how hard he tried to beat that idea into me. I find the world a bitter and complicated place, and it seems to feel the same way about me. I think you and I have this in common. But don't get me wrong, you have your challenges. You're erratic and belligerant and gigantic pain in the balls, but you're not your father. You're your own man. Man, no. You're just a kid. You're just beginning. And you're smart. You've got time to turn things around. Yes, I know that Greeks had the idea that the steps you take to avoid your fate are the very steps that lead you to it, but that's just a literary conceit. In real life, your history does not have to dictate your destiny."

• Paul Hunham: "You know, Mr. Kountze, for most people, life is like a henhouse ladder: shitty and short. You were born lucky. Maybe someday, you entitled little degenerates will appreciate that. If you don't, I feel sorry for you and we will have failed to do our jobs."

Barbie (2023)

• Ruth: "Humans have only one ending. Ideas live for ever."

• Gloria: "It is literally impossible to be a woman. You are so beautiful and so smart, and it kills me that you don't think you're good enough. Like, we have to always be extraordinary, but somehow we're always doing it wrong. You have to be thin, but not too thin. And you can never say you want to be thin. You have to say you want to be healthy, but also you have to be thin. You have to have money, but you can't ask for money because that's crass. You have to be a boss, but you can't be mean. You have to lead, but you can't squash other people's ideas. You're supposed to love being a mother but don't talk about your kids all the damn time. You have to be a career woman, but also always be looking out for other people. You have to answer for men's bad behavior, which is insane, but if you point that out, you're accused of complaining. You're supposed to stay pretty for men, but not so pretty that you tempt them too much or that you threaten other women because you're supposed to be a part of the sisterhood. But always stand out and always be grateful. But never forget that the system is rigged. So find a way to acknowledge that but also always be grateful. You have to never get old, never be rude, never show off, never be selfish, never fall down, never fail, never show fear, never get out of line. It's too hard! It's too contradictory and nobody gives you a medal or says thank you! And it turns out in fact that not only are you doing everything wrong, but also everything is your fault. I'm just so tired of watching myself and every single other woman tie herself into knots so that people will like us. And if all of that is also true for a doll just representing a woman, then I don't even know."

• Ruth: "We mothers stand still so our daughters can look back and see how far they've come."

• Barbie: "I want to be a part of the people that make meaning. Not the thing that's made. I want to do the imagining. I don't wanna be the idea."

• Ken: "We were only fighting because we didn't know who we were."

• Sasha: "You have to try. Even if... Even if you can't make it perfect, you can make it better."

Her (2013)

• Theodore: "Sometimes I think I have felt everything I'm ever gonna feel. And from here on out, I'm not gonna feel anything new. Just lesser versions of what I've already felt."

• Samantha: "The past is just a story we tell ourselves."

• Amy: "We are only here briefly, and in this moment I want to allow myself joy. So fuck it."

I Saw The TV Glow (2024)

• Maddy: "Time wasn't right. It was moving too fast. And then I was 19. And then I was 20. I felt like one of those dolls asleep in the supermarket. Stuffed. And then I was 21. Like chapters skipped over on a DVD. I told myself, This isn't normal. This isn't normal. This isn't how life is supposed to feel. If you don't think about it, it can't hurt you. I found our hearts and they were still beating. There is still time."

[theromanticrationalist]

Some Thoughts on Sheldon Cooper. . .

"Leonard, I am overwhelmed. Everything is changing and it is simply too much. I need to get away and think." | 7x24 The Status Quo Combustion

"Dr. Cooper, while you were away we came up with a solution that would allow you to change your field of study." "Wow. Pouting and running away actually worked! Yeah, I must say, that may not be the lesson you want to reinforce with me." | 8x02 The Junior Professor Solution

"I'm not leaving your world. I'm just talking about living across the hall." "I understand. Either way, I want you to know that I'm aware of how difficult I can be. So, I just want to say thank you for putting up with me." | 8x12 The Space Probe Disintegration

"It just seems silly to eat in two groups." "It doesn't seem silly if you think of that group as being lead by a big, evil baby." *a few moments later and everyone situated around the couch* "Well, isn't this nice. Sometimes the baby wins!" | 7x16 The Table Polarization

"Two years ago I got my driver's license." "What?! Why didn't you say anything?!" "I like being chauffeured around. It makes me feel important." | 10x16 The Allowance Evaporation

These are some of the moments where Sheldon shows a level of great self-awareness. I bring these moments up as showcasing that Sheldon's level of emotional maturity is much greater than his friends (and the writers of this show) give him credit for. One of the main problems is how the narrative often treats Sheldon as if he is completely incapable of growth, maturity, or taking care of himself. The truth couldn't be further from this. Even the narrative itself shows how much Sheldon changed during his relationship with Amy. The primary problem is that Sheldon's personality is so big and overwhelming, he doesn't HAVE to change because he is able to get everyone to do what he wants anyway, which he is fully aware of and exploits constantly. I mean if you are Sheldon, someone who has a mind sharper and faster than anyone you meet and prefer to have tight, tyrant-like control over your reality in order to feel safe and secure, pushing and manipulating people around to do your will is going to come naturally with the territory. The problem wasn't that Sheldon is a stunted adult who can't manage life on his own, but it is in the fact that Sheldon rarely got constructive and encouraging push back for his behaviors and choices. For when he did, which primarily came from Amy, he was fully capable of making corrections to his behaviors and expanding his worldview. It just ended up that he was either treated poorly and abusively or enabled and placated. That's why I really love the moment with Mrs. Davis when he comes back from his train-riding "sabbatical". Changing his field of study was a HUGE cataclysmic event in Sheldon's life and was one aspect that was causing him the greatest distress. Yet even in this reality-altering experience, Sheldon realizes that some of his responses to it weren't healthy, and makes a note of it with her, e.g. don't reward my childish behaviors because I will take FULL ADVANTAGE OF THEM. There was SUCH a missed opportunity there at the end of Season 7 going into Season 8. Penny realizing that she and Leonard needed to let Sheldon go, allowing him to make his own choices and do what he felt was right for him was a huge revelation for the characters. It was kind of a significant, paradigm shifting moment! I naively thought that they would build on that going forward in the show, but nah. Of course not. Any moments that would have allowed for such growth from all the characters were usually walked-back or dropped. It is such a shame, and makes the watching of this show frustrating for me. And yes! I know! I realize this is a sitcom! Why am I expecting such highbrow writing from something that is primarily supposed to be comedic and entertaining? Well, I think this subtext was implied in the narrative despite itself, especially with Jim Parsons. I think his acting conveys a lot of Sheldon's complexity through his body language and micro-expressions. There is SO MANY LAYERS to Parsons' performance, I just do not see how you couldn't possibly get wrapped up in dissecting them and having higher expectations of the narrative you are watching. Jim Parsons MAKES this show, otherwise what else would it offer?

[catboyklug]

Hit & Run

characters: Amy Rose (she/her); Metal Sonic (thinks he/it, actually she/her)

warnings: internalized ableism; hatred of amy's incredibly good home decor; mild mentions of emeto;

notes: dividers by bernardsbendystraws!

They fought, as they did almost daily now, with tooth and nail.

Metal on metal,

Skin on...

Each time they fight becomes more vicious than the last, with her training making her far stronger, and it being given new tricks.

And yet, despite that fact, neither of them ever become more than superficially damaged.

A scrape here, a scuff there, but it never is forced to limp back. She never manages to humiliate it, however hard she claims to go.

Metal isn't stupid. It knows exactly why she does this. Why she fights and refuses to hurt it. Why she tries to chat with it while it attempts to destroy her.

She wants it to be anything but what it is.

A cold, heartless, psychopathic machine.

Well, she's not getting that wish.

No matter what she-

"METAL!!!"

She falls back, propping herself up against her hammer - that last attack seems to have hit her surprisingly hard.

"I-..." she huffs, making a pathetic attempt at chatting even when kicked down, "I redecorated my house yesterday, and everybody else is too busy to hang out, so, hff..."

"DO YOU WANNA COME SLEEPOVER???"

...

On some level, Metal knows this is just another one of the many ridiculous attempts to give it pause, make it reconsider its position in the Eggman Empire. Perhaps even give her an opening for attack, if she feels so cruel.

But, even still, they can't help but simply stare blankly at her for several seconds, the fight entirely forgotten.

Taking their shock as an opening, Amy continues.

"If... If you try to break anything, I'll have to kick you out," she says, maintaining an aura of confidence even as her voice begins shaking, "And you can't bug anything, either! But... o-other than that, you can come over and stay for as long as you like."

...She's completely serious about this.

It's amazing that anyone could possibly be more naive than Sonic, but here she is, stealing his spotlight.

As idiotic as this is, it gives Metal an idea - it doesn't need to bug her house in order to learn more about her and the rest of that foolish 'Resistance'...

Considering every aspect of this, Metal can't just not accept the offer, can it?

Putting in a few more, entirely artificial, moments of 'deliberation' in, it finally nods, causing Amy to beam one of the brightest smiles it's ever seen.

If it weren't entirely inorganic, it would feel sick at the sight.

Everything about Amy Rose's home is as bright as ever. Turquoise shelves on soft orange walls lined with rainbow trinkets that look better suited for a children's coloring book than a nearly adult woman's.

But yes, even if much is the same, she did redecorate - dark, earthy tones mixed in with the brights. More contrast, more breaks for the eyes, and even several items in black.

Black candles; black sketchbooks; a beautiful art-deco black-cream-pink vase holding wildflowers.

Beautiful. Mature. Girlish. Soft... and yet, inexplicably neutral.

Not inherently tied to any gender, creed or style. All Amy's own.

Metal feels a twinge of envy...

And pushes it down.

Continuing through the house, the sensory experience only gets worse. Everything is in bright, soft colors, intentionally meant to be pleasing on the eyes - the polar opposite of the sharp shadows and harsh lighting of Eggman's many bases and factories.

Deeply uncomfortable.

If it didn't need the information here, it would leave immediately.

But, it's stuck here until the job is done.

Amy sits down on a pink-and-orange striped-cushion couch. One of the armrests has a little wooden board on it, apparently for holding books, documents, and coffee cups - at least, assumedly, considering all the coffee stains on it.

She gestures for it to sit on the chair near it, a similar coloring but with the stripes reversed. It complies.

"So..."

It's clear she's already thought of what she wants to say a hundred times over, but the sheer tension in the room makes every word come out awkward, as if she's reading from a script.

"I have a few Culpable Cog games we could play... have you played any of those before?"

It doesn't respond. It can't respond. Why is she doing this?

"Er, well... if you haven't, the latest game's pretty friendly to newer players, I think! At least, gameplay wise, it is."

She gives it a smile. It's forced - it can see the way her lip trembles a little, how the edges of her mouth look almost square - but she's still trying to talk to it.

Chat with it.

"...But, if you don't want to play a fighting game, we could do something a little more traditional?" she offers, warmth still seeping into her voice, somehow. "We could do blindfolded make-overs... oh! Or a pillow fight, maybe? Vanilla gave me a huge bag she got on sale, so we don't have to worry about running out when we break them..."

Ahhh.

There it is again.

The belief these freedom-fighters hold:

That just because they have a choice, means everyone deserves one.

They're all fools. Each and every single one of them.

To believe that someone like Metal could ever get, let alone deserve, a choice in any part of its life...

...

. . .

...Wait.

Did she say "pillow fight"?

As soon as it fully recognizes that is, indeed, what she said, it stands to attention, sitting straight up, looking straight ahead - clearly excited.

To her credit, she doesn't laugh at this sudden change of demeanor. But nothing can stop her eyes from lighting up, and it's Metal who has to restrain itself to not shrink into a ball at the sight.

(And why, why, why, why does it want that? Why shouldn't it just curl into a ball, run away, attack her, hide? Why shouldn't it-)

"Ohhh, I haven't had an honest-to-goodness pillow fight in so long!" Amy chirps, interrupting Metal's spiral, "Alright, I'll go get the pillows!! Oh, unless you want to do something else first...?"

It shakes its head in response, deeply aware of how smooth (real) the motion looks, and she grins in response.

"Alright!" she booms, pumping the air with her fist, "Go wait for me in my room, I'll be right back!"

With a tiny "yessss" she's sure Metal couldn't hear, and a genuine smile she's convinced Metal couldn't see, she runs off to her storage shed, and Metal is left alone.

She's genuine, it can't help but notice. She always has been so wonderfully genuine.

...

All that means is that when she's finally broken by the Eggman Empire, it will only be all the more satisfying.

Looking around, it notes that Amy's room is just as lovingly decorated as the rest of her home.

A beautiful, handmade and hand-carved desk sits in a corner, covered with what seems to be hundreds of comics about her and her friends. The bed is perfectly made, covered in plushies of flowers, critters, and... her friends. There's a little shelf under the window, with trinkets - rocks, letters, postcards, buttons, junk, from...her friends.

Posters of her friends.

Even figurines.

Hand-painted. Hand-drawn. Handmade.

Hardly anything produced with the precision of a machine, just the 'care' of a person.

It's as if her entire room is a monument to herself. Her likes, her interests, and the people who made her the woman she is today.

It's all so warm, and so fuzzy. As if even the cracks in the wallpaper have only love inside them.

Yet another revolting piece of the disturbing puzzle that is Amy Rose's life.

Before it can attempt to throw up without a mouth, of course, Amy rushes in, carrying a massive bag full of pillows.

How she even fit it in the door is a mystery.

"Got 'em!" she grins, "They look so fluffy... But they're solid, too! Perfect for our battle!"

It only takes a moment for her to unzip the case and drag several of the ridiculously large pillows out handing one to Metal and hugging one tightly to herself.

She's right. The pillow metal holds has a weight to it, but is still... soft.

It's almost glad it was given the ability to feel outside of its chassis, just to be able to touch it... And know she wasn't lying.

"I bet you already know the rules - you can only hit the other persons with pillows, and whoever collapses first loses," she states, matter-of-factly, "...I'm ready as soon as you are."

This is it.

It knows she's been holding out on it. Being so utterly careful as to not harm it when they spar. But this? This is far different.

It can tell she won't hold back this time.

More than excited to see her true potential, it nods.

Determined, confident, and dangerous, she nods as well.

And thusly doth the fight begin.

The start is deeply awkward, the two exchanging jabs more than blows as they attempt to figure out how they're even meant to do this.

Even with Amy's significantly deeper knowledge on the rules of sleepovers, she's never pillow-fought with someone who she could afford to be rough with... or went to any sleepovers in the last few years, truly.

And Metal...

Everything holds it back, and propels it forward.

It must destroy her, be better than her - better than Sonic and all of his friends. But.

She is squishy, and soft, and malleable. But behind that exterior is an intense strength. One that would certainly benefit the Eggman Empire.

Perhaps, instead of breaking her, it should temper her. Mold her into a perfect soldier.

So that they may continue sparring, even after its creator finally wins...

With its reasoning finally sound, it begins attacking her with more fervor, and she responds in kind.

They exchange blows, her wielding hers like a hammer, it acting as if its is a knife. Precise, stabbing motions against heavier, harder ones.

Quickly entering her spin mode, she falls back, hitting the bag with the rest of the pillows. She grabs another one, and throws it, hard.

With its superior reaction skills, it dodges, barely. There's a dull thud as the rogue pillow collides with the ceiling lamp which swings dangerously above them, but two are so pumped up on adrenaline they hardly notice.

With its guard down, she attempts to rush it- but it manages to slip her up by sliding below her and grabbing hold of her leg.

Shocked, she forgets the pillow-only rule and kicks its carapace with enough force to knock it onto its back.

She stands over it, pushing it down then whaling on it, holding nothing back in her rampage. From her point of view, she might as well have already won...

But it has a plan.

The intense amount of force she exerts in hitting it is causing it to get pushed backward. Now, it simply has to wait for her to push it to the edge of the bed, and then-

It 'raises' its arms-

She raises hers-

and

The pillows

explode

upon contact.

There is a moment of agonizing (terrifying) still, where the only noise is the hardly-audible flow of feathers in the currents caused by the carnage, then,

Amy laughs.

Her laugh is light, and warmth, and everything good, and it's so sharp and clear and wonderful it shocks Metal from fear into sheer disbelief.

It can't help but listen. Her laughter fills the room, and each curve in the walls and ceiling do nothing but amplify it, make it so that's all it can hear, all it can think about.

Sitting under her, looking up at her, it feels... a little funny.

And, even though it's probably going to hate itself for this not too long from now, it 'breathes' in.

And 'laughs' with her.

It took almost an hour to clean up, and by that time the sun was already beginning to set.

Now, the two slowly make what will be Metal's bed for the night - a large, soft matress, covered in the pillows they avoided tearing to shreads.

Metal puts covers on each of the pillows, while Amy looks through her down blankets, trying to assuage which may be the most comfortable (and durable) for it.

This day has been remarkably odd for the both of them, to say the least.

But, perhaps not every oddity or abnormality is one that absolutely must be crushed under Metal's heel.

...Yes.

It can say, for absolute certain, that this one should be allowed to flourish.

[tb-tianabright]

🌻Citrine the Hedgehog🌻

☆Information☆

Name: Citrine the Hedgehog, Citrine

Nickname: Cinnamon(Silver), Sunflower(Knuckles), Sunshine(Tikal)

Age: 15 years old

Hight: 100cm (3'3")

Power: Phychokinesis, Telepathy, Spirits power, Controlling Master Emeralds

Favorite foods: salad, strawberry cakes, fruit tarts

Likes: Nature, Chao, Freedom, Gardening, Tranquility, Archeology, Mysterious stuffs, being around Chao

Dislikes: violence, war, oppression, being a burden, injustice

Habits: kind-hearted, shy, friendly, will do anything to get to the goal, naive

Trivia:

• She is the second child of Silver and Knuckles

• When she used her power. Her bracelets and the gemstone on her will grow.

• She got three red flowers around her hips from her sister for remembering that whenever she feels weak or can't do anything, her family will always be by her side.

• When she didn't go gardening or learning with Tikal, she liked to walk around the island or go deep in cave for fun.

• She has a great relationship with Tikal. Whenever Knuckles or Silver, even her sister, are not on Angel Island. Tikal would step in and take care of her instead. Tikal would teach Citrine about Echidna tribe in the past, Master Emeralds, and how to take care of Chaos, The Chao.

• Amy Rose, Sonic the Hedgehog, Cream the Rabbit, and Team Chaotix are among who mostly come to visit her.

• Shadow the Hedgehog is one of the who visit her often. Because he just wants to talk with someone important to him, Maria Robotnik. At first, Citrine terrified of Shadow, but when they spent time together, and they're getting to know each other. Many months later, Citrine was not scared of Shadow anymore, and she would call him "Uncle Shadow, " and Shadow is happy about it, but he doesn't admit it.

• etc.

[zanypainterglitter]

crossover of Soul Eater and Sonic The Hedgehog, with the latter having the atmosphere and story to a certain extent of the anime and manga. Chaos Academy, was made for people with the ability to turn into weapons and those who can carry these last ones, the students have as a mission to finish off the kishins, souls full of evil that by corruption become monsters. Led by Chaos god of destruction and protector of chaos.

Sonic, is Amy Rose's technician, he is arrogant and sociable but quite noble and brave, he likes making new friends, adventures and chilidogs.

Amy Rose, she can become a hammer and when she perfectly synchronizes her soul with Sonic's she becomes an axe, apparently she is in love with Sonic, but she does not show it directly, she is almost maternal and quite supportive.

Miles "Tails" Prower, former partner of Infinite, can become a hook but also a gun, when synchronizing his soul he becomes a cannon, he is shy but very intelligent, he is insecure but determined by his friends.

Shadow is Rouge's technician, he comes from a family of demons called "Black Doom" but he met Maria and thanks to her he was able to see a better future, he is cold, direct and violent but he considers Rouge his true friend just like Maria, he can be kind and have compassion sometimes.

Rouge can transform into a gun, when synchronized her soul becomes a machine gun, she is sweet and flirtatious even with her own technician she can flirt with him but she is independent and malicious, she loves gems and anything shiny.

Knuckles is Tikal's technician, he is a descendant of the Edquinas protectors of the Master Emerald, he is grumpy and easily gets angry being hostile at times but he is serious.

Tikal can turn into a gauntlet, she is Chaos's best friend and along with Knuckles a descendant of the Edquinas, she is quite kind and sweet with everyone around, but she is a fighter and brave in combat.

Infinite, formerly a technician for some classmates, is now just a mad scientist who is about to be our protagonists' teacher, although they don't like the idea, since he's crazy about the end of the world and they think he's edgy.

Eggman, he's a scientist who seeks to revive Mephiles and relocate him with Iblis so that he can be the new god of destruction.

Sage, Eggman's daughter and Metal Sonic's partner, his weapon, which is fused to her.

Starline, Eggman's fanatic, helps him with the revival of Mephiles.

Mephiles is the second part of the being called Solaris, his other part Iblis is a brute monster with great strength while Mephiles is intelligence, being a manipulative nihilist.

Blaze is Silver's technician, she is the princess of Mobius with the responsibility of protecting the flame from destruction and life force that could alter the body and reality itself, she is like a tsundere but loyal and protective

Silver is Blaze's weapon, being a sword when synchronized it forms a flamethrower, he is stoic, kind and helpful but somewhat naive and impulsive with a hero's spirit.

[hottakehoulihan]

This is a rant/musing/meandering about Worm fans WRT Wildbow. I think it's time I at least once made myself an unsubtly dissenting voice, since silence indicates agreement to so many. Move on if you like. This is probably mostly for me.

I'm white, from the USA, grew up with thrift store clothes and scavenged pencils but got to visit the dentist when needed, and was raised in the same ethnocentric, homophobic, fatphobic, ableist, Puritan-influenced culture that most of us were. I try to routinely examine and correct my biases and blind spots. I am trying to see what I might be missing, with as open a mind as I can manage.

I reread Worm (fourth readthrough, but my retention is meh) these last few months actually looking for any evidence at all I could find of the various phobias (all of them, it seems, and also the vaunted hates-drug-users) that some folk like to assert Wildbow has. I didn't find much that didn't--IMHO--more closely fit an accurate description of how the characters (including Taylor, who is literally a child that grew up in an even less-enlightened environment than most of us) are biased. This, coupled with an unfortunate shortsightedness of methodology (do NOT use dice when you write your story. It seems like a good idea to naive youth, but We Do Not Live in a world where you can just let RNG dictate that your [insert bad thing] is committed by [insert group that is already stereotyped as doing that bad thing]. (Though sometimes that's gonna happen in real life too, and art depicting things that happen in real life is Not Always Bad you just have to be careful about context and tone.) Also, try not to accidentally/subconsciously follow Hayes code-influenced patterns. ...though that's hard to do when you're making almost EVERY character a morally grey one) is all the support I see.

Whew, that was a weird parenthetical juxtaposition. Should I rewrite? Nah; it's already taking too much time.

Seriously, how many actually 100% goodguy fleshed characters does Worm have? Arguably zero. Even Yamada and Legend, by dint of having to work within the confines of their structures, made concessions to evils. Dinah made her ruthless calculus decisions just as Cauldron did. Taylor's famously grey self-justifications were agonized over no more or less than Parian's. A perfect character would be a blemish, arguably. (I'll just take Amy as my woobie; after more than a dozen years of emotional abuse and neglect by her kidnappers, she deserves a bit of consideration and rehabilitation.)

And just like I'm willing to assume that Gregor's somehow flawed, like he offscreen asserted that there are acceptable civilian losses when you're doing crimes or assaulting Cauldrons, and that's clearly bullshit because there's no actual evidence Gregor is anything less than perfect but it's easier to assume evils (and more fun to talk shit) than not, I figure a bunch of folk are trying to fit in by agreeing and priming their confirmation biases accordingly.

And this is without, even, considering the millions of other words in non-Worm stuff. You're gonna read Pale and tell me this same junk?

...though, well, perhaps my cutie Biscuit, and a thing Louise said about addicts essentially vanishing from the lives of their loved ones, might count as being against habitual recreational narcotic use. I'll think about that over my next bottle of wine.

I like reading light novels, and fluffy fanfics, and similar, even though usually the characters involved seldom have what you might call facets. When the retired orc warrior who started a gnomish coffeeshop moves on to her next volume, I'm there, and I don't care if I never find out that she once had to choose between leaving baby goblins to die in a fire or saving a teammate from a spike trap.

I've read so many stories where there's no such thing as an 'ism', or rather there's just no example of representation, because every character is two steps away from being an AFGNCAAP (Ageless, Faceless, Gender-Neutral, Culturally-Ambiguous Adventure Person)

I think Wildbow is serious about trying to always be a better writer in the approaching-MFA sense. I see efforts to portray believable behavior of real "human" (whether human or not) characters from multiple backgrounds, in a world that scans as plausibly diverged from the same sort of ugly we live in today.

I do not see any more latent phobias of any sort than I see in pretty much anything else available to read, from fanfic to bestseller lists to "new favorites" lists at the local library. In fact, I see markedly less, to include some (fuck 'em) commenters complaining about shoehorned-in wokeness.

It's weird to me that, given the body of work and the literal black-and-white facts about who and what exist within, and the extra time and effort the author made and makes (too much, IMO) generously engaging with the fans, the default is to diss the author for not doing even more. In their first work. Of which half the concept and much of the worldbuilding dated from grade-school practice. And it's still great.

And I'm saying this about a story where a significant number of the villains are literally white male nazis, torturemurderers, and literally inhuman terrorists. You wouldn't expect people to be demanding a lot of nuance if you were an outsider to this story. But Worm delivers, IMO.

This is not in response to anything recent; I've been chewing on this for years prior to even joining tumblr or creating this username.

tl;dr: Are you sure you're not talking shit about Wildbow just to fit in with the other cool snarksters and feel cool and cynical and superior? Instead of sincere? Because I went looking, and, respectfully, I think you're wrong. And it's a bit ugly and sad.