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diejager · 2 years ago

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Only Human

Pairing : Monster Task Force 141 x reader

Cw : canon-typical violence, bodies, death, blood, cannibalism?, wounds, trauma.

Wc : 3.2k

Note: the designs for the Monster 141 came from @bluegiragi

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When Laswell, a known figure in the Intel gathering ranks of the CIA and military, had called you for your new transfer, you were ecstatic about it. You showed up casually, still in your vest and whole attire from your deployment, you were told that Laswell was waiting for you in her office once you took your first step. You only had time to drop off your weapons in the armory before going straight to her office.

You were personally asked to join a Task Force, not another squad or team under a Captain, which you hadn't expected; an international Task Force to boot, it shocked you, even more, to have been asked to have you on a Task Force that spanned nations wide. The radar must've been wide for it to be an international one, important and specialized soldiers were probably the ones who were invited - green berets, if you guessed.

You were excited, though, to have the honour of joining specialized soldiers with only being a corporal.

"Which Task Force, ma'am?" you asked, back straight with your hands crossed behind your back.

"The 141, Hunter."

Your composure almost slipped, your mind buzzed with excitement and confusion at the notice. The 141 was a reputed group, having members from the United Kingdom to the Americas and allies in the south, around Urzikstan, and perhaps farther. They took down Major Hassan, killing the heart of Al-Qatala and weeding out traitors like General Sheperd and Graves' PMC, the Shadows. A closed group with secrets only they knew and would take to the grave, a tight-knit Task Force.

You've heard of some members, none being human. The Ghost - or Ghost - a wraith hybrid of some sort, as dangerous as he was respectable. He was the better known one, a popular topic from one's lips to the other, gossip and rumors about him being more monster than human. While some were harmless, others were made to be racists - or xenophobic in some rarer cases - most were gossip, exaggerated depictions of the man people feared and admired.

You were jumping under your skin for the day to pass faster, for your transfer to happen more quickly. You couldn't wait to meet your new teammates, you've heard good and bad things about them. Some were sociable, others shy or downright menacing to look and interact with (perhaps they specifically meant Ghost).

You've always wanted to work with monsters, the majority of the military was made up of human men and women with a low, low (around 5%) being monsters, creatures of the night that made them stronger, faster, and better than humans, but they were often hunted until the last decades.

You, however, expected that half of the Task Force was made up of humans, and the rest monsters. You were wrong, really wrong. The moment you stepped out, you realized how unfortunate - maybe fortunate to be stuck with broad, strong, and handsome men - you were to be the sole human. Perhaps it was the shock or the honour that made you freeze and shy away, but neither of them could make you feel as prepared as you should be for officially joining them.

"Welcome to the Task Force, Hunter!" Price yelled over the beating blades of the helicopter, blue eyes staring at you with a - sinful, you found it sinfully handsome - smile hidden under his beard. He also had a green tail that followed behind him, a long, strong tail, you mustn't forget that.

The first ones you talked to were Soap and Rudolfo, two jokesters within the group. Soap was cute, having almost a puppy-like excitement at meeting you with the way he greeted you, smiling and laughing boisterously. He was loud and warm when you first talked to him.

Rodolfo, or Rudy as he told you to call him (you stuck with Rodolfo, feeling too intrusive to call him by his lovely nickname), was Mexican, a special forces, just like everyone else in the TF. He was as warm as the Mexican sun, funny, and soft-spoken.

They had an accent, one a light Mexican and the other a deep Scottish slur in his words. Rudolfo incorporated Spanish words in his sentences, easily understood but adorable nonetheless. Soap's Scottish accent was thicker, deep with his jargon that you sometimes questioned if he was even speaking English.

You only found out that they were monsters when they were training outside. You watched Soap turn from under the shades, eyes keen on his rippling muscles and cracking bones. His jaw shifted, it grew longer and his ears pointed up, light brown fur sprouted from his skin and his mohawk traveled farther, turning into a mane. You could hear the whines and grunts from his transformation.

A werewolf, you learned. He had enhanced strength. He became more durable and agile. He had accelerated healing, almost ten times the speed of regular men, and his senses seemed to have heightened significantly. It looked painful, you concluded so from the bodily sounds and his moans. The heat he exhumed was searing hot, it turned the air around him into mist, burning the water in the air and turning it into gas.

Soap had heard you gasp and awe at his form, broader and taller, he towered over you when he stood on his hind legs. His eyes glowed a vibrant blue when they met yours, waiting and gauging your reaction, but he could only see awe and admiration, perhaps a dash of excitement beneath your gaping expression.

He padded towards you, lurching forward and sending you tumbling on your back as his tongue lolled to the side and hung from his panting maw. His shoulders shook, abdomen flexing rapidly, it looked like he was laughing. At your reaction, or you, you didn't know, all you had in kind wa the urge to touch him. He looked so soft.

It was ironic in some sense, for the man - now creature - who feared dogs to be a werewolf, a larger, more dangerous, and fantastical counterpart to the domesticated dog.

"Can I pet you?" the words fell from your lips before you knew it, your face flushed and your body seized in embarrassment.

Soap huffed and pushed his snout to your shoulder, lowering his head in approval. He would let you pet him, and you took it without complaint. His fur and mane were soft, maybe the softest you've ever touched (you grew up hunting with your father, you knew for as well as any other hunter). It was soft and silky, he had taken great care in his grooming.

He let out a satisfied rumble when he saw you smile, a childish wonder in your eyes. You were so captivated by Soap's looming form over you that you almost forgot about Rudolfo - keyword: almost. Something wet had nudged your elbow, you turned and saw a smaller dog, ghostly pale with glimmering, blue gems for eyes. It looked like a mix of a lab and a shepherd, the combination making this white dog adorable.

Your eyes observed the whole length of it, from its head to its tail, a long whisp-like swirl that turns blur at the end. It connected the dog to Rodolfo. You didn't know what the dog was. Was it a spirit? Or was it a familiar?

"Cadejos, Hunter," Rudolfo answered your silent question, smirking at your petting the spirit with one hand while the other scratched behind Soap's twitching ear. "Dog spirits. I'm their vessel."

That meant he was more human than Soap was, perhaps almost as you. You still gave him an awed look, amazed by the possibility of becoming a vessel for mythological beings and spirits.

You only truly found out whether or not Ghost was human or a monster on a mission. You were sent along with a team led by your Lieutenant to capture a standing AQ cell, one of the few that still stood without their leader.

You were, along with other sergeants, corporals, and privates, separated into two teams, Alpha and Bravo, one led by a sergeant and the other by Ghost. He had you follow him close, a way to watch how you did on the field. You made quick work of them, they were weak, disorganized, and fought with each other when they had no one to lead them. A pity for what used to be a big problem.

You were left on your own, Ghost having gone north to search for something. You had taken down the surviving men, pouncing on them in the dark. When you were done, you wiped your blade on your forearm, cleaning it from the iron stench of blood.

"Could've left one alive, Hunter," Ghost's deep growl made you jump, twisting to meet his dark eyes. They seemed endlessly black, like a void of darkness. "I'm bloody hungry..."

He crept closer, steps slow and purposeful, as if trying to spook you. He stopped before a fresh body, one you muffled and stabbed. The body was still warm, blood pooling from the wound and eyes glossed over with death.

"Hungry, sir?" you asked, unsure of what he meant or if he had muttered it to himself.

He hadn't replied, head turning to examine the rest of the corpses, strewn around you like a gift. A growl rumbled in his chest, mist rolling off his body like a crashing wave. It filled the area around you and tickled your feet in its cold, dark embrace. You watched the fog cover the laying corpses, dissolving and swallowing them into its murkiness.

When he meant by hungry, he actually meant eating humans, you shouldn't have been surprised, a was a wraith hybrid. Spirits of the dead that hate and haunted the living. It made more sense when he told you to let one alive, wraiths preferred living souls, dead ones were still filling but tasted lesser.

"Clean kills, " he finally spoke, his voice a timber lower than it was before his dinner. "Good job, corporal."

You nodded at him, stomach fluttering with his compliment, a praise from such a man - monster - was a prize, something he rarely gave to other soldiers. You smiled under your gaiter, you wore it for better protection in the sandy deserts of Al Mazrah.

"I'll remember leaving some alive next time, L.T."

He craned his head to look at you before he left, eyes squinted in what seemed like a smirk - devilish, you hoped - and gave you a firm nod. You scrambled to follow him, watching his broad, dark back as you walked a few steps behind him. He hadn't spoken a word to you since you got to exfil, but once you landed at the base, he motioned for you to follow him with the jerk of his wrist.

Ghost wasn't so bad if you got past the glaring image of danger he portrayed and the growls he gave. You couldn't wait to work with him again or with the others.

Gaz was a harpy, a very interesting and useful monster to have on your team. He was nice, not as chatty as Soap was, but he talked to you and smiled your way. His caramel-dipped smiles were to die for. He was easy to talk to, by far easier than your lieutenant had been at the start.

You saw him a lot in the rec room, sipping on tea or scrolling through pages on his phone. He was comfortable with you as you were with him, he let his talons out, lounging with his wings across the couch or over your lap as you cleaned them for him. The ever-so-teasing gentleman had a way with his words and his wits, often leaving you flustered or annoyed at his jabs.

Being a harpy meant he was light, bones hollow yet sturdy enough for a human body fitting his strong and slimmer frame. He could fly, and he became much more agile, more so than Soap's werewolf form (birds were naturally more graceful than canines) and he had a telescopic vision, razor-sharp and precise, more than any humans or monsters could have, it rivaled the falcon's keen sight.

If he was so light, agile, and all-seeing, without forgetting he could fly, how did he manage to fall from a helicopter not once, but twice? That question bothered you often, lingering at the back of your mind like a ghost (more so than the wraith himself that kept appearing at random and old moments behind you).

"You can fly, right?" you stared at his face, blank of any expression after finally mustering the courage to ask him.

"These wings aren't just for show, " Gaz hummed, leaning back into the chair that he brought out to watch Soap and Ghost spar. You would have your turn with the wraith after their matches.

"Then how do you manage to fall from a heli twice?" you shot, brows scrunched in a frown, confused.

His wings jerked, black feathers twitching at the reminder - an embarrassing one - of falling out, smiling sheepishly. He simply shrugged, every limb stretching, his wings lengthening to his whole span and toed talons stretching and curling. You were struck by its sharpness, his long nails and claws could cut a man in half, or completely sever a limb off.

You guess you'll never have an answer to your question, he could keep his pride and you could keep your question to yourselves. You wouldn't mind doing so, he let you preen his wings, you could touch those soft feathers and pluck dead or broken ones from his perfect plumage.

Alejandro Vargas, an unmarried and very eligible bachelor with a smooth tongue and a growl of a Mexican accent. He seemed almost too real to be true when he smiled charmingly your way, his perfect, white teeth glimmering under the yellow bulbs and his shiny, sweat-coated skin glowing golden after a mission.

Alejandro's a chivalrous person - and they said chivalry was dead - he's caring and protective. The Los Vaqueros, cowboys, were his team in Las Almas, a family that grew with every new batch of recruits and men and women devoted to the small village they grew up in. Mexicans were a tight-knit community from what you've seen in Alejandro's and Rudolfo's stories.

He was good, handsome, and strong, maybe too perfect to be human, and human, he wasn't. He's a shifter, like Soap, a full-bodied shifter from human to monster. Not unlike his human side, his Nagual side was mighty and honorable, a greater man and an even greater Nagual.

Although solitary by nature, Alejandro was a sociable character, the life of the party if he could, but he was also a responsible man. He was tall, but taller when shifted, claws sharp and a tail helped him balanced.

Once, you'd seen him shift, yellow and brown-dotted fur sprouting from his skin. His lower jaw had protruding canines, standing proudly over the ridge of his nose. He looked like a jaguar hybrid, wearing his golden fur like a crown

His other one, a panther, a jaguar born with more melanin than the usual one, was just as majestic. His fur was a darkened grey with black spots dotting his back and tail. He tended to use this form in darker places, or at night, hitting for efficiency and silence.

Captain Price, you knew he was a monster since your arrival, his long, green tail dragging behind him. You never bothered asking whether he was a lizard or a dragon, you only knew that his scaly tail was reptile-like in origin.

His smoking habit, girthy cigars burning and smoking at the edge, his chapped lips wrapped around the base of it as dark smoke leaked from the sides of his lips, curling in the air and around his beard.

Sometimes, there would be smoke without his cigar being lighted, a dry and unlit stick that still smoked. Charred gas, too dark to simply be cigar smoke. It came from him, inside, you concluded. Dragons could breathe fire and smoke, create it from within and push it out. Stirring around the mass of heat could feel overwhelming, warm, and uncomfortable without a release.

"Why cigars?" Price coccked his head, bro lifted at your question. "Helps me curb the need to burn." He breathed out another cloud, watching it swirl around his golden eyes. He explained it well and simply. Though he also liked the taste of it, an authentic, earthy texture.

Other than the occasional scales here and there that popped out, you've never seen his shift. Did he turn and grow like Soap and Alejandro? Did he change like Ghost and Gaz? Or did he have a dragon spirit? You were, albeit worried about prying, curious about your Captain's change.

Your chance appeared when he called you to his office, wanting your help with something related to his wing- wings? You weren't expecting much, maybe seeing a glimpse of the tip of his wings or the sharp edge of his horns.

He was leaning against his desk when you knocked on his door, letting you in with a sharp grunt. He was hunched over his desk, his wing, green and wide, stretched out. His bucket hat laying on his table, letting his horns grow out and curve upwards, both green and shiny. His tail was violently and anxiously swishing back and forth, hands and arms overturned with scales. His fingers turned green and callused, his nails became sharp claws and tinted green.

"You've got softer hands than any of those blokes, Hunter," Price said, his reason for calling you was for your talented hands, skilled at massages and with the knife. "Lost it in a crash, 's fine."

Although for a reason, you still got to see every part of him, hear the story behind his missing wing, and share a few pleasantries. He groans and grunts during your sessions, but the muscles on his back were less tense and strained.

Price wasn't one to brag about himself, tell his exploits to others, but yours, he did, how skilled your hands were at loosening the knots on his back and shoulders, turning them putty under your palms. Soap had come rushing, following your scent until he found you, for a massage like the one Price got.

You sighed, this wasn't what you signed up for, the sudden rush of adrenaline or scares they would cause, popping or jumping out of nowhere when you had your back turned. Some - Soap, Rudy, and Gaz - were mischievously childish, loving pranks as much as they did them. You'd get white hair before you hit your late 20s.

Fortunately, the three others were far more mature, one charming, one broody, and one proud. You don't regret joining, even with being the weakest and only human in the Task Force, the 141 was your family, a dysfunctional one with an occupational hazard, but still a little family.

After all, big, broad men working by your side on a daily had its perks, and brought a big, horny problem.

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meowmeowriley · 8 months ago

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Rabbit shifter Ghost likes to be stuff on Soap's hoodie pocket even if he won't fit. Soap ends up getting one of jumpers with a cat pocket to accommodate this.

Maybe a clear bag some cats travel in to keep Ghost contained when needed.

Ghost, being a Flemish Giant, does not fit in Soap's hoodie pocket, to his own dismay. However, when Soap steals a hoodie from Ghost, one that's oversized even on Ghost himself, and has just a huge front pocket, Ghost can't help himself. He shifts mid sprint, after having spotted his favorite hoodie on his favorite Sergeant across the training field. Goes from running full tilt to hopping at the speed of light. A grey streak, cutting the field in half. A missile, lazer guided and target locked. The target: the pocket of that hoodie.

Soap barely has time to brace himself after spotting the gray blur approaching out of the corner of his eye at mach Jesus.

Ghost's aim is true, he leaps, front paws catching the hem of the pocket and pushing it out of the way enough to stuff himself into. His head pops out the far side, ass, and feet stopping him from shooting straight through because he's a thick boy. His momentum, being a 20 pound (10 kilo) ball hurtling towards Soap like a meteor, yanks Soap off balance and he fails wildly and careens forward whilst trying to catch his balance again, so as to not squash his damn Lieutenant.

The soldiers Soap had been lecturing were stunned silent.

Soap had no way of knowing the hoodie he'd stolen was Ghost's designated digging and tunneling hoodie, that he owned it specifically so that he could stuff himself into the pocket. What he did know, now at least, was that he would be stealing this particular hoodie every chance he got.

Soap did not address what had just happened. He straightened back up, cleared his throat, and went back to instructing. Ignoring the rabbit chinning the hem of the pocket, or his hand when he went to pet him.

The soldiers, to their credit, also remained silent about the bunny butt, feet stuck out backwards and tail flashed high, sticking out the other end.

Soap later found himself on Amazon looking at the hoodies designed to carry cats in, desperately checking reviews to make sure they could handle an extra large cat (or in this case, rabbit). He may have ordered himself several of them.

#call of duty #ghoap #ghostsoap #soapghost #watership down bad au #fanfic #fanfic wip #ao3 #modern warfare #cod mw2 #simon ghost riley #trans!ghost #rabbit shifter ghost #bunny!ghost #shifter au #john soap mactavish #ask #ask answered #ask hoard

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kerubimcrepin · 10 months ago

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Dofus: The Production - what is left of the old movie

Originally, the movie was supposed to tie in with the game and the Welsh & Shedar series, and be a trilogy.

As we had already explored on this blog, this did not happen for a variety of reasons.

Welsh and Shedar got cannibalized by other projects due to its cancellation, and the script of the movie "Dofus Book 1: Joris Jurgen" had to be completely rewritten from its old plot;

In that movie, Joris was likely supposed to be a street urchin, who survived together with Lilotte, who was a rogue, and the trailer we have for the older version of the movie reflects that:

As we can also see from the trailer, and the poster featured earlier, proto-Kerubim is also a part of the movie, and Khan was not yet meant to be a boufbowler.

(And considering the posters, the cat that inspired Kerubim's design was also a part of the movie. I wonder if it's related to Welsh's cat from Welsh and Shedar? But maybe I'm just crazy.)

Subsequently, the movie came out at a much later date than planned originally.

(two images included because, bizarrely, there are two versions - one with Joris's tail censored, and the other with his tail uncensored. This proves that already at this point they had a draconic backstory in mind for him, though we do know that at the time of Wakfu season 1 (and, likely, the cancelled DS game, as was noted in my post about it) it was not the case.)

Also, interestingly, it is the only art of this time to include the tail. A possible error on Xa's part, or something that was considered very briefly?

In the end, Kerubim (as well as Simone) swallowed up not just the design of Welsh's cat, clothes, and Ecaflip friend;

He also got the role Julith was supposed to have, both metaphorically, and also literally.

Or not entirely — considering the fact that Joris was supposed to spend time with him anyway, since we have art of Joris on his mount from that old draft.

It's quite interesting, to think of all that could have been different in the 2009-2012 version of the movie!

But even during the making of the second draft of the movie, a lot of things have changed. From the first idea of Joris winning Kerubim back at a pachinko machine, to the concept art of Joris's non-possessed appearance.

The movie was being actively rewritten at the time of the making of Aux Tresors, so some of the early drafts were already tied in with its canon — taking place in Astrub, to be specific — but not with its ending, because the show was still ongoing.

At one point there was supposed to be a whole cast of Huppermage characters, and judging from the fact one of them is mentioned in the following text, they did play some sort of role in the plot:

It is likely that from this early draft it was decided that Joris would be a boufbowl fan, which was then worked in as a plot point in Aux Tresors.

(Stélina may be a proto-version of Bakara.)

It also seems that at this stage, it would be likely that Lilotte was reworked to be the Princess of Bonta, before eventually becoming the Ouginak we know and love.

After this Ankama once again returned to the concept of Lilotte as an orphan, though — even when the movie was still set in Astrub!

And it seems that the draft involved travel between Astrub and Bonta, judging from the usage of a Zaap to attack Luis.

And even at this point they have come up with the tragically cut "Joris and Khan go to adult industry workers and Joris (10yo boy) engages in depressed underaged drinking" scene.

(I'll never forgive Ankama for cutting this. I still argue that it's in character for Khan, our detested/beloved turbovirgin, to do this — as long as he doesn't get together with any of the women due to thinking himself "too good" for them.)

Also, at some point the gods were supposed to play a role. And personally, I am glad it was cut — it feels a bit too grand for the first movie in what was supposed to be a series.

I don't have any grand statement, or conclusion, but it is interesting to see all the ways the movie has changed.

#ro liveblogs dofus #dofus #wakfu #krosmoz #moviehistory

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mishelkie-art · 8 months ago

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Hello~ As promised, here are the 2017 versions of my Strawhat mermaid designs in comparison to the 2023/2024 versions. I originally had posted these to a different account, however I haven't posted any art on that blog in a long time, I think maybe since 2017? And now I don't really think of it as an art blog anymore. I originally started this blog so I could post the full and better quality versions of my art that I couldn't on Insta (cuz it SUCKS), but now I think I'll also post new stuff I come up with, instead of Insta being my main. Anyway-

To start with, as I mentioned in my last post, these designs were born from a specific AU in mind. In this AU, there isn't just one kind of merfolk, but merfolk were instead made up of many groups of different kinds of merpeople. Sharks, for example, were their own subgroup. Another example would be a group including aquatic mammals like whales and dolphins, and another group would be crustaceans, ect. I think in my first go at turning the Strawhats in merfolk I limited myself too much, like three of them were sharks and the others were just other kinds of fish. I do like Franky as a lionfish, but I changed him to a humpback whale to showoff more of the differences and similarities between the different kinds of merfolk. Plus, after the timeskip I think he's now canonically the slowest member of the crew, so making him a large animal that's been known to protect other species of animals from orcas seemed fitting, ya know?

With brook, he straight up was just some random fish that I really can't remember the name of, and I'm happy that this time around I did more research and found an animal that fits the spooky nature of his devil fruit. Overall, I think everyone got a glow up, but out of all of them I think Zoro's my favorite. I hate how I gave him that serious broody expression when it doesn't suit our beloved himbo idiot at all lol I feel the new version can be intimidating still, but also comes across as softer thanks to the colored lines and use of pinks and soft red. I don't know what I was thinking making Sanji primarily yellow, like his Wano outfit looks good but yellow is mainly his Germa color 😭 2nd time around I made him blue for his All Blue, and I wasn't sure if it came through, but I tried to curl and color his tail fins to make them look like crashing waves.

Unfortunately, at the time I drew these Jinbei wasn't an "official" member of the crew, so I hadn't thought to draw him. Also, I feel that I mistyped in the last post in regards to Vivi, by "original design", I was referring to the CANON design, not a previous design that I had come up with 😓

But yeah, I can't believe it's been seven years since I drew the first versions of these designs, I swtg ever since 2020 the years have just been blurring together lol

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toffeebrews · 7 months ago

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tell me your Ink headcanons NOW 😼😼😼

You're... giving me permission.... to share my ink headcanons.

well get ready

Talked about this one already but I'll share it again: I think Broomie is semi sentient. I like to think at first Ink didn't know that though, but still talked to broomie anyway. So, regardless of this fact Ink probably would've talked to broomie.

He's good at encouraging people but not comforting people. If that makes sense? (projection much pfttt)

If you ran your hand over the "tattoo" marks it have a slight divot in it. Like a crack in a road. Probably because... in my hc they're literally semi healed cracks.

They're is talented in many types of art not just one. Hes talented in singing, dancing, fashion design, mechanics, and architecture! Really the only one he struggles with is well... cooking. Do NOT let that man in a kitchen (I mean he's immortal why would he not learn multiple artistic skills?)

Y'know how canon!swap climbs on people because hes insecure about his height? I think Ink does the same thing.

(More yappening under the cut)

Deep down he feels like something is missing... what he doesn't know is he's missing his home, his AU. Sometimes hes goes on a search universe to universe in search of "something important he can't remember" but can never find it. Until he gets bored, forgets what he's doing or gets preoccupied with something else.

He likes switching up his looks so he may give himself a tail or paws or claws with his brush. Maybe he even changes the color of his limbs sometimes (that's more a crack hc though). He gives themself a new outfit at any chance he can get. (Edit: I actually imagine one of the reasons he would get excited for multiverseal events is mainly because he gets to show off a new outfit for that event. He goes ALL out)

Due to his dulled sense of pain often he isn't aware he's injured unless it's pretty severe. So he may just go about their day with injuries they don't know about. Typically Dream or Swap have to be like "dude you have a crack in your skull."

After that one comic with Swap and Ink, Swap bandaged up his skull despite Ink insisting he didn't need it. Mainly because Swap didn't know Ink could heal themself and just thought Ink was being humble. Everytime he went to go take it off, Swap would freak about it hasn't had enough time to heal. Until Ink did a more through "I have a brush bro chill" (not ink accurate dialogue).

He's super flexible!! like contortionist level of flexibility.

Oddly specific but I think they're the type to consume all sorts of fan content and enjoy it. Completely ooc and fanon stuff too. He would be the type to read a fic and go "I would NOT say that" with a giggle and write a heartfelt comment anyway.

If you know homestuck... Nepeta has a shipping wall. I think Ink would have something similar (projection?? blasphemy!). Maybe in his sketchbook or smth. I mean do you see how he reacts around his dads smh 😔😮‍💨. He doesn't take it all that seriously though... LMAO. But I feel like he would be like "🏳️‍🌈?" y'know? Is this making any sense? I hope LMAOOO

Ink knows being called "child" annoys Dream so when Dream's like "I'm not a child I'm 500 years old" he just uses different synonyms of kid " heya youngster" " hi boy" stuff like that to annoy him. Just to mess with him.

He loves "aggressive affection." Like he bites people. He also likes to be bitten (not in a sus way but like in a cat like way). He loves bear hugs. Stuff like that.

He loves being drawn on, like literally. He loves the sensation of art supplies on his bones. Particularly the texture of paint and pencil are the ones he enjoys the most. He draws designs and stuff on his bones sometimes.

He has that cartoon ability to walk on walls or the ceiling and completely defy gravity. How? Cartoon skelly powers ig.

#ask #anon #ink sans #utmv headcanons #ink!sans #inktale #_tale #technically

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koolades-world · 2 years ago

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The genius of Satan's character design

Can we please talk about how amazing the devs created Satan??

First, his demon form is almost completely opposite from Lucifer's but still has call backs. Satan has a tail but no wings, and Lucifer has wings but no tail. Satan's horns are essentially the same as Lucifer's horns, just upside down. Satan has his feather boa, which could be interpreted as a call back to Lucifer and his feathers. Satan is depicted in a couple pictures with these feathers ripped out, in his hands, his mouth, or laying on the ground near by. This could be him and his rage towards Lucifer, consciously or not. He rageful because of Lucifer, so it can be inferred that him ripping out these feathers is his way of rebelling. Satan's tail is coiled around his leg, as it to exhibit control over himself and to make it less noticeable, while Lucifer's wings are spread at least halfway, to display his love and/or pride for them. Satan's tail is also scaly or spiny looking. It looks armored and could probably be used as a weapon, which is the complete opposite from Lucifer's wings, which are probably pleasant to touch.

Satan's hair is just blond. Lucifer's hair is black with highlights. However, their part lines are basically the same and their hair is styled suspiciously similar. Satan's eyes are green. Lucifer's eyes are red. Lucifer wears gloves, and Satan does not. Even their stances mirror each other with their own variations. Lucifer has his right hand on his hip and Satan has his left hand on his hip (maybe it's the other way around lol idk). Lucifer has his other hand on his chest while Satan has his in the air. Even their resting faces are the same, although this might just be the face the om devs like to use. Lucifer has peacock feathers plastered all over his outfit, but there's not a single hint of Satan's animal

The rest I have to say is reaching, but still noticed while comparing them. Satan is wearing a white undershirt and Lucifer is wearing a black one. Lucifer is not wearing a tie, or bowtie. Satan has the most extravagant tie I have ever seen. Lucifer's pants are cuffed, Satan's are not. Lucifer's shoes have a heel, shoelaces, and are considered dress shoes. Satan's shoes are none of these things, and are most likely a casual shoe. With their outfits, dress shoes are in order, but why Satan isn't wearing some are strange. Lucifer has that overcoat, jacket thing and Satan isn't wearing a jacket, or is wearing that sweater over the button up if you want to count that. Satan, belt and pockets. Lucifer, no pockets and no belt.

I could literally go on forever about how much I adore the detail placed into the character designs. If I see something I missed, I'll come back and add onto this post

here are their demon forms if you want to see it for yourself! I can and will pick apart everyone else's character designs too hehe

random side note, just found out Satan has a tail hole that seems very specifically placed in his shirt lol which means his tail starts higher than I anticipated

#obey me satan #obey me lucifer #obey me #obey me!#obey me character breakdown #obey me design #obey me lucifer and satan #obey me satan and lucifer #obey me belphie #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me levi #obey me mammon #obey me x reader #obey me x mc #obey me diavolo #obey me x you #obey me luke

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weebsinstash · 5 months ago

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Do you think Vox can make his fingers/dick vibrate? 🤔 And if he can switch out body parts, can he exchange his dick for different models? I feel like if he can do the latter, he's insecure enough to give himself a monster cock 😂

Oh no so it's like, absolutely canon. I don't care if the Instagram accounts aren't deemed official canon anymore because there are definitely certain aspects which are absolutely still in character or could be used as a reference and there was a post exactly about this subject

One of the old Valentino Twitter posts was something about how Vox had smashed Val's TV in a rage and had bought him a new one to replace it, and Valentino commented several things along the lines of "compensating much?" (it was a large tv) and "good thing it doesn't vibrate or I would have a new boyfriend 🤭" outright confirming Vox can vibrate

Pair that with Viv commenting that Vox tops Val because he is LITERALLY TOO INSECURE TO BOTTOM and I think it's basically guaranteed that Vox has stuff he does to his dick in terms of either making it bigger or idk maybe he was spare parts he swaps out. We don't really know the full potential of his body, or even if we are overassuming what he can do. Perhaps just because he modernized his head does not actually mean he can customize his entire body, however I think the ability to do so would fit the narrative of his character: a narcissistic showman personality who craves the limelight and attention and yearns to be seen and adored and staying relevant to the point he loses his own personal identity and even his physical body in pursuit of constantly innovating to try and keep views and keep expanding and making more and more money.

It really depends on his reasons for what he does. Is the money just a bonus, and it's more about the recognition, or is it a combination of several things? Is Vox mostly just insecure, or is he genuinely on that Capital At All Costs grindset?

Either way it's basically guaranteed that this man gave himself a dick upgrade and you cannot convince me of anything else. Seeing people's ideas for what his junk looks like is also fun too. Someone contact the specific subset of the Transformers fandom where it was a trend to design what their hypothetical disks would look like and people were putting neon strip lights along the glans and shit, have some of them get in on this.

You think Vox has like, a drawer or a cabinet full of dicks. Would he collect/commission dicks of different styles until he has like a collection, like he's got a miniature bad dragon marketplace in his closet. Obviously we can have our "calculated CEO menace" stories but we could, in theory, also have "this guy is actually kind of a little freak and develops an unhealthy obsession with trying to see how well you could take all his favorite 'attachments'".

Also just a special shout out to the artists who give him little like, feet pawsies, or shark features like a dorsal fin or sometimes a tail because 😭❤️ idk it's just cute that's it post over now

#hh

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sawnickrings · 1 month ago

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2024 art recap

My favorite piece from each month! I can't say I've grown much over the past year, but perhaps a little. Open the post to see my reflection on each piece. 💙

Tw for first two months mentions of $H

January

This was the only thing I could find from January, since my old phone got busted and all the dates on my photos got messed up. But luckily I really like it anyway so I guess it's my favorite of the month by default! During this time I was still battling with s3lf harm and so this character was supposed to represent that. Yes it's edgy, no I wouldn't have picked this one if I had any other image from January. This one was also very experimental, I've used this brush a grand total of 1 time other than this one. I felt it fit the aesthetic.

February

Again, this period was sort of like the dark ages in the fact that most of my images got screwed with after switching phones, so I don't have many drawings that I know were from February. However, this one again is a favorite of mine in general so it's not so bad. This is the only other time I used that brush. I also created this character as a sort of way to cope with my s3lf harm urges, except she's far older than the last one. This image doesn't feature it, but they have lots of scars and often open/bandaged self-inflicted wounds due to how their power works, which is blood manipulation. Again, edgy as all get-out.

March

I'm not super happy with some aspects of this but I worked really hard on it. This is a character of mine that I didn't design but still cherish lots. Her name is Coralina or just Coral for short. You'll see her again soon.

April

Once again I could not find much for April, but luckily I remembered that I did a bunch of chalk stuff at a school event that month and this one is both relevant to my blog and one of my favorites. I did a good ring too but that's in a different image.

May

This was something I designed as a contest entry that I don't believe I won so as far as I know it's my character now. I think the spots on the tail clash with the gradient but oh well.

June

There were a lot of good options for this month since I got back into commissions and art trades, but there's something about this one that I especially like. It's not fancy or anything but it showcases my style well.

July

Artfight season! Surprisingly this wasn't an attack but rather a character I made specifically for Artfight. They're based off of Miracle Musical's album Hawaii: Part II. I'm really proud of the design but I haven't really done anything with him since besides a couple drawings.

August

Here she is again! I used this image a lot to show an example of my work when offering art trades. I think I made it with that in mind? It's hard to remember. But anyway, here she is again! Plus one of my sonas, Pop Rocks!! I love her to bits. I originally made her as an adoptable that I traded to someone else, but I regretted it later and luckily my friend got her back for me! I have so many drawings of that little goofball but this is my favorite.

September

There are absolutely parts of this that suck balls but there are parts that I really like too. And I remember enjoying drawing it. This was for an art trade.

October

During this time I made matching bust drawings of all the 10 main characters from my comic. (calling it a comic is a bit of a stretch, I only have 2 chapters drawn and it's been well over a year (maybe two?) since I've touched those pages) Although I've made next to no progress on actual pages, I draw the characters often and love them with all my heart. I especially like how this one turned out.

November

At the time of drawing this I hadn't practiced drawing ferals in ages, so I was very worried about the result, but it turned out better than I could have imagined! This was another art trade, and I love the character design so much!!

December

And now we're here! I've been doing more scenes recently with my fanart, but I just love how Sonic turned out in this one so I had to include it. It almost doesn't look like my art, though the hands give it away. At first I wasn't impressed with how Shadow was looking but it's grown on me. ❤️🖤

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nervousalpacahologram · 9 months ago

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The Fish Theory

I'm Making this post so I can either be proven right or wrong when the DLC Comes out.

In Elden Ring, there's a suspicious hole in the story. That hole is perplexingly mermaid-shaped.

When Godwyn is found in game, something's happened to him. He's become gargantuan, twisted, stuck in the pose of his death and staring listlessly out into the darkness of the Deeproot Depths.

He's also a mermaid.

Why?

One could chock this up to a cool design decision, invoking the Ningen and the other aquatic imagery associated with Those Who Live In Death (Boats, Scales, Fins, Stagnation, Flies, etc). His head resembles a clam, and his hair is matted like it's wet. He has a tail, scaled and mermaid like. This could all just be a cool design.

But Fromsoft, the ones who put staggering amounts of detail into random pieces of iconography, building techniques, and even the road tiling to denote who created it and why, are not one to toss something into a game for it to look cool.

There has to be a reason Godwyn looks like that.

I personally believe that Godwyn was always this fish monster, and never a regular Demigod.

My Evidence:

1: Godwyn's face is never shown.

"But there's paintings of most characters!"

Not Godwyn.

"But the Statue of him cradling Miquella and Malenia!"

There's no confirmation that this is Godwyn. it may very well be Messmer, given his relationship to fire, his descendancy of Marika and/or Radagon, and his neat fit into the Butterfly Theory (Miquella=Nascent, Malenia=Aeonian, Messmer=Smoldering). Again, no confirmation.

"But we see him in the Intro and the cinematic trailer!"

That I will give you, however there is precedence on how this could be subverted. In the shot of him dead:

His face is obscured by shadows and hair, purposefully keeping him anonymous. And yet, a power of the Golden Lineage, demonstrated by Morgott and Mohg, is to project versions of themselves elsewhere:

(Godfrey even displays this to a lesser extent, with the golden clone of him in Leyndell.)

I believe that images of Godwyn and his appearances in the Lands Between are projections of him.

In every shot of Godwyn, you never see his face fully or his legs at all. Both are obscured, and even the shot of his eye only shows the barest hints of skin, which could be the more alive version of his clam-head skin. His forearms, where the fins grow out of in his Prince-of-Death form, are even suspiciously covered up. The skin of the Prince-of-Death is even the same as the head, so no contradictions in skin color there.

My final piece of evidence is this:

All of Queen Marika's children are cursed.

I'm talking specifically of Marika, and not the ones descended from Radagon taking charge. Morgott and Mohg are Omens. Miquella, Malenia, and Messmer are cursed or appear to possess unnatural features (Eternal youth, rot, serpentine characteristics). Ranni, Radahn, and Rykard appear perfectly fine.

So why does Godwyn appear normal, when none of his borthers or sisters do?

I think Godwyn was born as this mermaid-thing, or at least partially. He was born in the Age of Plenty, a time close to the Crucible, and may have inherited inhuman characteristics. But perhaps they were more easily covered-up, or perhaps he could project a version of himself that was more human, or maybe he simply wore a Mimic Veil.

This could explain his alliance with the Ancient Dragons, also creatures of the Crucible. It could explain why Deathroot confers aquatic features on those it effects, instead of the more avian features already associated with Death in the form of the Twinbird: Godwyn, already cursed, is the source of these appearences.

Godwyn doesn't look like that because of the Deathroot, Those Who Live In Death and those infected by Death look like that because of Godwyn.

#Completely crackpot theory (probably) but I just had to get this out #I feel the DLC will give us Death lore #elden ring #godwyn the golden #godwyn the prince of death #elden ring godwyn #rune of death #elden ring theory

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 1 year ago

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Heya, this is a somewhat specific Glitchy Red x GN! reader request (romantic or platonic; I don't really have a preference). Feel free to ignore this if it happens to be overwhelming.

So, Glitchy Red. We all know him: a vengeful sentient glitch designated wrong by his creator and left to be forgotten and replaced by the next generation. He's nothing but a lone sentient trapped in the endless sea of mindless NPCs whose purpose is to be controlled by a player.

And then we have a streamer!reader who acts like Failboat: a chaotic, happy-go-lucky, and slightly unhinged individual whose humor can be described as morally questionable. It doesn't help that their chat relentlessly takes (light-hearted) jabs at them and gives them Ls every time they mess something up in the game, as well as having a random obsession with Gex the Lizard.

What if Glitchy Red somehow faceplanted into the Pokémon Violet game and meets streamer!reader, who was doing a Nuzlocke? Maybe Red has a one-sided dislike of them until he grows to tolerate them without realizing it.

I got inspired by this video and one of the works you did, fdgdrsgdgdrg ( https://youtu.be/DQsfj3gvd9I and https://clanwarrior-tumbly.tumblr.com/post/702954957291372544/been-binge-reading-your-poke-pasta-stuff-i-dont )

Omg I wish I discovered Failboat sooner bc that nuzlocke video you showed me was hilarious

THANK you for it <333333

.........

"Yes! We caught the Salandit! Sorry I took you away from your family, bud..but you're mine now. This one's a male but it's fine. He doesn't need to be a Salazzle to be strong and beautiful. All he needs is a name..any ideas, guys?"

Looking to the chat for a brief moment, you saw new comments already flooding in, your viewers throwing out several names you could give your newly-acquired companion (who was likely going to be "sacrificed" at some point).

You've been doing livestreams of the Nuzlocke challenge throughout your gameplay of Pokémon Violet. And while you finished the main game without having to start over, you decided to try your hand at the Teal Mask DLC.

You were still early in the story, but you wanted to take your time with it, focusing on catching one 'mon in each area.

With Salandit as the first you came across, you allowed your viewers to name him, and fortunately an overwhelming majority of them already had one figured out:

"Gex!"

"Gex the lizard!!"

"Who tf is Gex???"

"OMG haven't heard that name in years!!"

"IT'S TAIL TIME!!!"

"I like Gex"

"Okay, Gex it is!" Grinning from ear-to-ear, you named Salandit before sending him out to "kill" all the other wild unsuspecting Pokémon. You just laughed, happy to see your son going out and wrecking havoc and destruction...

Until you accidentally made him target a stronger Pokémon that sent his health into the red zone.

"Gex wore itself out and came back to you!" The message popped up as the poor lizard scurried back to your side, and you restored his health.

Your viewers, meanwhile, were spamming the comments with a single letter.

"L"

"Oh stop it, you guys." You shook your head, amused. "I misclicked.... you gotta give me a break."

They kept coming regardless, so you put your strongest Pokémon as the first member of your party, deciding to battle a nearby trainer: one of the festival kids, as they were called.

Never before have you had an easier time doing a Nuzlocke run in this game--considering it's entirely free roam and you weren't forced into battles by making eye contact. The only issue was that the level-scaling was odd, and you've lost some treasured Pokémon along the way due to being so unprepared.

Of course, this challenge didn't come without you having to make some sacrifices.

Luckily you only ran into that issue with one gym leader who was more overleveled than you expected, but even then your viewers were relentless with their Ls, skull emojis, and the like.

Now that you've accomplished becoming champion, defeating the titans, besting Team Star, and saving all of Paldea from ecological doom.....you got to relax a little in this DLC.

Hopefully you wouldn't lose anyone by the end of it.

.........

"Oof I definitely could use this Pokémon...and the XP candies. What do you guys think? I'm in a new area so it counts."

"Do it!"

"YESSS"

"No they have to be in the wild!!!"

"What about no overleveled pkmn?"

"Oh, c'mon..it's three stars." You huffed at the last comment you read, shaking your head. "That ain't overleveled. Lemme see who can knock them out in one hit, hang on.."

Backing out of the tera raid menu for a moment, you looked at your roster, before checking your boxes for any "living" Pokémon who could take out the raid boss instantly.

But right as you found the perfect one, you noticed the sky glitching in the background, and after closing out of the menu....something rather bizarre happened:

A brief flicker of light in the sky, followed by an unknown entity falling to the earth. It looked like a person surrounded by glitchy particles--like the ones you'd see in old video games.

Of course, you knew Violet was notorious for its many broken animations and whatnot, but that was new.

You've never seen an NPC glitch like that before.

"Did ya'll see that? I'm gonna check that out really quick.."

Now completely ignoring the comments of confusion, you called out Miraidon to go investigate.....whatever you just saw. You had it speed towards the location, thinking that the mystery entity would despawn by the time you got there.

Luckily, it didn't, but you quickly realized it wasn't some Pokémon or even a trainer who belonged in this DLC.

In fact, he resembled the very first Pokémon protagonist:

Red, although this one had black spiky hair and didn't look anything like the lean kid trainer he was in previous generations.

Even so, this certainly gave you a whiplash of memories..as you recalled doing a Sun/Moon Nuzlocke challenge and were pleasantly surprised to see Red in the game.

And even before that, you did a Gold/Silver/Crystal Nuzlocke and almost lost horribly to him.

Yep..fun times, indeed.

"No way...it's Red again, guys! This is--oh shit, whoops."

A cutscene was triggered, although you swore that you didn't press any buttons. But you passed it off as your excitement over the thought of unlocking a hidden secret in this DLC getting out of hand.

Yet that happiness wore off and became replaced by a feeling of....nervousness.

Especially when you saw "Red's" expression.

He looked nothing short of menacing. Of course, he was usually a silent trainer and held a stoic demeanor...however this iteration of him almost appeared angry, for some reason. A dark shadow was hiding both of his eyes, even as he stared directly at you.

No, not at your player character who was standing off to the side.

But you, the player themselves

For a few moments nothing happened, and you thought the game was broken.

Then a dialogue box popped up, with "Glitchy Red" being the name above it, outright confirming your suspicions.

"Where am I?"

Normally, you would be able to respond with one of two prompts. But the box on the right side of the screen only had blank spaces in them, so you didn't know which one to choose.

You had no time to pick, as they quickly glitched out of existence, and Red shook his head.

"Forget it. I already know the answer...I'm in another goddamn prison." He stared at his hands with a bitter-looking gaze. "Why was I brought here? Why am I....in 3D?"

Besides from his swearing catching you off-guard, you were genuinely perplexed by everything else he was saying--especially the fact that he seemed self-aware, apparently speaking directly to you and able to influence your game.

"Is anyone else seeing this? Chat...?" You muttered, briefly glancing to the chatroom, knowing your viewers HAVE to be freaking out over this-

But there were no comments.

They've all suddenly gone offline due to an "internet connection" issue, and the viewer count was at zero. Even though you were still recording, nobody else was joining the stream.

It was just you and him.

"Sorry, I don't like to be watched."

Looking back at the dialogue box, your eyes widened as you read his response. 'How did he know I was doing a livestream? Is this something new from Gamefreak...? Did I get a bootleg copy of Violet?'

"I can't believe this jerk sabotaged my stream-"

"I can hear you, y'know."

"....w-wait..seriously??" You adjusted your headphones and the mic, seeing him nod. "How can you do that? And why are you in my game?"

"That's what I'm trying to figure out."

"..I feel like I'm going crazy. Am I going crazy-?"

"Enough questions. I'LL be asking them from now on."

Without warning, Glitchy Red turned to your character and put his hand around their throat, as though attempted to strangle them. Much to your horror, they didn't react with any emotion whatsoever...although upon making physical contact with them, their body began glitching.

It was the same particles he had around himself.

For some reason, you began feeling an intense pressure on your own neck, and you put a hand to it, eyes wide.

'What kind of voodoo shit is this?!'

"So this is what they replaced me with, huh?" He cocked his head to the side, grimacing. "It's bad enough that brown-eyed kid did, but...what generation is this?"

You snapped out of your shocked state, fearing that he'll end up corrupting your whole save file if you made him any angrier. 'I better play it cool and just answer him...'

"You're in um...Generation 9. Pokémon Violet."

"....Gen 9? I've skipped over that much? Interesting...who the hell is this, then?"

"M-My player character. Pokémon's come a long way, so now we can uh...customize our protagonists and change their looks entirely."

"...I see." He let go of your character, who thankfully stopped glitching, before his gaze went to Miraidon. "What the hell...this thing is a Pokémon, too?"

"Believe it or not, yeah. It helps me get around the map waaay faster" You chuckled as he stared at the futuristic dragon type with curiosity. "If I can tell you one thing about it...it loves sandwiches. Just say "sandwich" and see how it reacts!"

He just scowled at you, not appreciating your sudden cheeriness. "Does it look like I'm in the mood for jokes?"

"What? No, it's not a-"

"Then tell me everything about this game, and don't give me any useless crap."

.......

Glitchy Red ended up tagging along in your character's adventures throughout Kitakami. But it was really just him listening to you explain the game in further detail, alongside showing him how battles work.

Obviously, he was very much new to this generation given he was from an ancient bootlegged version of Red, so you had a lot to share. He seemed flabbergasted by fairy types, tera raids, etc..although you did remind him that he wanted you to tell him everything.

His only response was a scowl and making the Pokémon you wanted to catch flee, but you expressed no hard feelings.

In fact, you became less terrified and more thrilled that you were actually speaking to a video game character--and what luck you had for it to be Red, of all people! (despite this version being a grumpy sentient glitch who acted like YOU put him in here)

At some point, the chatroom came back online and your viewers returned, expressing concerns about why you went offline out of nowhere.

However the tone immediately shifted to Glitchy Red the moment they noticed him on-screen, and the comments practically exploded..or at least for a short time:

"Red????"

"Is that Red?"

"Did u unlock a secret character??"

"OMG GLITCHY RED FROM FNF???"

"Wtf hes not from fnf bro"

The flood didn't last long as he forced the comments to switch off, and he made it clear that he didn't want them on again. And he demanded that you stopped recording, too.

He accused you of trying to "use" him for entertainment...which spiraled into him ranting over being in a similar situation back in his old game where he had no choices and was forced to see things he didn't wish to (and even projecting onto your own character a little, too).

It caused him pain and nobody cared, he said.

But now?

Now that he has more power, free will, and the knowledge that he's no longer any player's character to control, he felt liberated.

Of course, he was angry about not being totally free from the video game realm..but this was better than being stuck in that broken cartridge.

He'd rather die than go back to it.

With all that's happened, he thought you would've been more scared of him and what he could do, or even angry that he sabotaged your livestream and messed up your experience with the DLC.

Yet you seemed totally unbothered by his presence now.

You were actually....happy to talk to him, and he didn't know what to make of this. So he just acts completely disinterested, his scowl never leaving his face as he judges pretty much everything you do.

He does, however, start to see the slightly "darker" side to your cheery attitude as you explain the general rules of Nuzlocke challenges--and the ones you've set up for yourself in Violet.

All the while, you're letting Gex mercilessly crush an outbreak of Cutieflies, laughing and praising him for his "kills".

As Glitchy Red watches, he suddenly wonders if you really have gone crazy...and it amuses him a little.

After spending some time progressing through the story, you began to notice that he disappears during the normal cutscene and doesn't disrupt them in any way. He could have easily ruined your first experience with the DLC.

Yet..he stayed out of the way.

His excuse was that he kept "fighting with the code", but you didn't buy it.

He was growing soft...although obviously you weren't going to say that to him.

............

After attending the festival of masks and meeting Ogerpon, you decided to set up a picnic somewhere near Oni Mountain. It was the perfect spot where you could see the other areas of Kitakami.

With your character wearing a jinbei and their own mask, you called out all six of your Pokémon, allowing them to run, play, and sleep.

At that same time, Glitchy Red showed up on-screen. And you were surprised to see him wearing his own red jinbei, along with a Pikachu mask.

Of course, you should have expected that.

"Nice outfit, Red." You chuckled. "I'm stuck with the green one, unfortunately."

"I had to datamine for this..and yet you tout about "customization" like it's the game's best feature.." He scoffed.

"Never said it was, but anyways..." You pressed ZR to summon a ball for your Pokémon to play with, smiling as they did so. "I gotta take care of these guys."

"Is that what you're doing?" Sitting on the bench at the table, Glitchy Red looked all around, watching your character interact with each of them. He noticed the hearts over their heads, prompting an eyebrow raise.

You didn't answer him, instead cleaning the dirt off Miraidon and watching the electric/dragon type shake itself dry, looking happy before it went back to taking a snooze.

Then he notices your character scrubbing soap onto Miraidon, before washing it off with a showerhead. The electric/dragon type growled happily as it shook off the water, a little music note over its head.

"What's the point of doing all of that?"

"To restore their HP, gain XP, and boost friendship levels." You explained. "I try to raise that as much as possible, because if you're best friends with your Pokémon..there's a chance they can survive a fatal hit. The game likes to say they don't want me "feeling sad"."

"...but if they were burned or poisoned, it would be useless." He remarked.

"True, but it's saved me a lot during my Nuzlocke run of the main game's story."

"I suppose it did...why do they name it after a Nuzleaf, though?"

You shrugged. "No clue. I just saw the challenge trending again and decided to hop on it."

".....you've been taking my presence rather well." He pointed out, his eyes becoming more visible now that his shadow wasn't as prominent. "At this point, they usually abandon me, or try to destroy the game...or send it to someone else begging THEM to destroy it."

"Well rest assured, I don't plan on doing any of those three things." Leaning back in your chair, you sighed. "I'll admit, I read a story like yours once as a little kid and it scared the hell out of me...."

He scowled darkly, which was a rather humorous contrast to the smiling Pikachu on his mask.

"...but now that I've gotten to know you better, I..do wanna say I'm sorry you've been treated that way for so long. It must've been lonely for you."

Then his gaze softened, and he looked down at the ground, shoulders slumped. "It was...hearing the same NPCs repeat the same damn lines over and over again was like torture. I kept wondering...why me? Why did I have to be the only one to wake up?"

"I don't know, Red..." You frowned slightly, hating to see him this way, although you perked up after getting an idea. "But I do know what'll cheer you up."

Glitchy Red looked back up at you. "What could you possibly have in mind? Don't tell me it's a stupid sandwich-"

"Agiaaas?"

Hearing the soft growl of Miraidon, he turned to see it now sitting in front of him, staring as though patiently waiting to be fed. And for a moment he seemed genuinely startled, still forgetting that he could be perceived by the Pokémon in this world.

It was actually kinda nice.

Although he abstained from petting it, fearing that he could accidentally corrupt it with his glitches, the legendary didn't seem to mind it one bit.

Instead, it just curled up at his feet, little bubbling z's floating over its head as it fell fast asleep.

'I guess it really does like the word 'sandwich'..'

"Why don't I show you the art of sandwich-making in this game, Red?" Your character went over to the table. "I'll tell you how this makes Shiny hunts easier...but you gotta promise not to laugh at my stacking skills."

For a second or two, he didn't say anything.

Then he stood up and put his mask off to the side of his head a little bit more, allowing you to fully see his face.

He seemed more relaxed, barely holding back a smile.

"I can't make any promises, but show me. I'd like a Shiny Pikachu."

#clanask #anonymous #pokemon x reader #pokemon violet x reader #pokepasta x reader #glitchy red #glitchy red x reader #streamer reader #platonic

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al9ayf · 8 months ago

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ᥫ᭡ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 | raphael x f!reader

ʚ PART ONE

PART 2

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｡˚ summary: after you dream a prophecy about raphael’s soon-to-be born son, the cambion has difficulty believing it will be his child rather than himself.

avernus had neither sun nor stars nor day and night. the sky is a constant, blood-red light that suffuses the air. it was a bright sky. yet the boudoir was drenched in shadows, both still and moving. flakes of ash and fire drifted upward from a brazier that was far from the lavish bed. the large, heavy, dark red curtains with hand-embroidered designs were pulled closed and now the room that was usually lively became dark and silent. water from the tap dripped quietly into the filled bath, but its sound was indistinguishable from the crackling fire.

raphael was silent save for the sound of his light breathing. he was waiting, watching, you. you who likes the room to be dark except for the two lit braziers each time he lays with you. and he does not do it out of the kindness of his heart. he does it because you have been such a good servant. since the day you have worked for him, you have not disappointed him. not once. for every order he gives you, he eagerly awaits for your return to see if you have failed. to see if one day you will drop to your knees in front of him and deliver him such bad news. to see tears cascade down your cheeks as you beg for his mercy and forgiveness. and each time you come back with a faint smile the fantasy in his head fades to dust.

but each night he greets you with a charming smile that traps you. each night he sees the love and adoration you have for him in your eyes. he has seen it many times before in other people, but with you it is different. it is not a love for his power and body, but for him specifically. admittedly, he has not once fallen in love with anyone. he does not have the need or time to. but when you look at him with such beautiful eyes, waiting for his praise and open arms, maybe he could feel what love is—if love is a similar feeling to possession. you are his. you know you are. for each time he gives you that charming smile and soft praise, there is that underlying tone in his voice that reminds you of your place. you may lay with him and haarlep, and sometimes be allowed to share the bed for a night's rest, but you are nothing more than a toy.

but you do not care. you are reminded of your place each time you wake up and he treats you like his most favored servant rather than a queen. you hope for it to be more than that, but the devil doesn’t share power. never will he share a throne with you. never will he share his love with you. you know, you must know, and yet there is still that hope that he will reciprocate your feelings. all you do is right and have never once let him down. you pleasure him well and do what he tells you to do. you dress in a fashion more suited to his tastes and wear cherry-scented ouds. so tonight when he looks down upon your face with molten-golden eyes and an expression so soft it was unfamiliar, you thought for so long that maybe, just maybe, that hope has finally arrived.

you have never seen his expression so still and soft. his eyes, such beautiful embers of fire, were relaxed. his soft lips were not twitched up into that devilish smirk. his body was relaxed atop the silk sheets and comfortable. even in his hellish form, he did not appear like the devil to you. you don’t mind the four horns on his head and his skin that is too warm to the touch. you don’t mind the ridges that mark his body and claws, even the tail and sharp teeth. he’s still the most beautiful man you have ever laid eyes on, and he will remain the man you would sacrifice your life for. even if his affections are not true, they are coming from him. you do not care for the life you left behind to be in his service. each waking moment with him is a blessing. a moment you hope never ends.

your manicured hand reached up to touch his cheek with the back of it. each moment of touching him is pure bliss. to have the privilege of being able to roam your hands freely around his body only when he permits you. you don’t look away from his gaze. he’s watching you, waiting for you to say something. but you do not want to speak. you want to live in this rare moment forever. his patience for you is thick and you have enough of a window to still be with him however you like before he snaps. and you promise you’re good, you promise, but sometimes upsetting him just to be with him longer is worth it. just so he doesn’t wave you off as usual so fast. you want to be with him every second.

raphael is confused when you don’t say anything. you had woken up undisturbed moments ago, out of breath. he was at his desk writing when you suddenly rose, and when you reached for him and begged for him to sit with you on the bed, he obliged. at times you had dreams. at times you spoke in riddles, and at first, he thought of you as queer. but when he listened more and realized that what you were saying predicted an event that would happen, he took an interest in you even more. so a dream was the most interesting thing you could do. so he allowed you to relax for a little before speaking. but you were silent for too long, and his patience was wearing thin the longer you stared into his eyes and caressed his cheek.

his brow lifted and that soft expression was gone. you quietly gasped as it suddenly left and almost frowned, but reminded yourself that his soft side never stays forever. you had irritated him, and you knew just from that simple expression. raphael was a man who had many things to say, but with you, he was unusually quiet. he enjoyed studying you. the way you spoke, your mannerisms, your body language—everything. he was fascinated by such a simple yet complicated creature.

before you could irritate him any further, you sat up a little more to reach him and softly kissed his lips. your body was cool to the touch, and raphael swore that he felt a burn from your cold lips coming into contact with his own. as you moved away, you struggled to move even further than just a few centimeters. you looked up at raphael through thick lashes and now his whole expression had changed, as well as his demeanor. you begged him silently for one more kiss. one last touch of his. and without a word, he moved down and returned your kiss. you eagerly kissed back with more passion, and he even matched yours. before anything could escalate, he gently pushed you away from him and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. you watched him with those big eyes of yours.

you were tired, it was obvious to raphael. the way your eyes would occasionally droop but you were awake enough to finally speak.

“i dreamt of your son,” your voice is quiet and airy, the complete opposite of his.

raphael takes a moment to look down at your exposed body. your stomach is slightly round. your pregnancy was bound to happen from the amount of times you have laid together, raw. you had just started your second trimester earlier that week, yet he remembers the first day you told him of the news. he did not react the way you hoped he would. the way you envisioned he would. instead, he was cold and waved you off. yet you did not cry. you carry raphael’s child, but unless this baby proves itself to be half of the devil he is, then he will start to care. until then, it is nothing. though, he will make the experience of carrying his child more comfortable for you. you will remain at the house and do less dangerous jobs. anything else is up to you, but he knows that you still will ask for his advice and counsel on things you should and should not do.

tonight was different though. when you had woken it wasn’t a sense of dread or urgency that took over your body, but excitement and curiosity. raphael was intrigued, and now the dream of your son was beyond what he would have imagined.

“he is the prince that was promised.”

the prince that was promised? raphael studies the look on your face. there is no typical expression. your eyes glimmer in the glow of the fire and your lips are unmoving though slightly apart. you look happy but bear no happy look on your face. all you are doing now is awaiting his response. but he has no response. he has never heard of this term before, yet you speak of it as if he himself has talked to you about it before.

raphael finds himself at a loss for words. the prince that was promised would be his mortal son? barely half a devil? he wants to believe you as a liar. he almost grimaces at you. he can feel his eyes narrowing and lips twitching down, nose scrunched up. but he catches himself. you do not lie. you do not cheat. so why would you try to trap him now? when he has had you trapped in his mercy since the beginning. he leans in and touches your hair softly, twirling a strand in between his claws. your breath catches in your throat.

“tell me, my little mouse…” he says. his voice is sweet and deep to your ears, each word a moan and tingle. you could hear him speak for eternity, whether it be nasty or sweet things. as long as he did not keep his mouth shut, you would be satisfied. “what is this prince that was promised?”

he places his free hand on your stomach and rubs slow circles on it, eliciting a comforting sigh from your parted lips. “i have not read such a thing that sounds so… prophetic. powerful.” he continues.

“my lord, forgive me,” you place your hand on top of his and caress the back of it with your thumb. your voice grows thick with nervousness. “i was hoping you would know what it means—what this prophecy entails. i’m afraid i have never heard of it before…”

the instant he stops moving his hand is when you grab onto it. not so tight but yet a good grip on his much larger hand. you don’t want him to move away from you, not so soon. he lets go of the piece of your hair and holds your chin in his hands. you lean into his touch like a cat, not caring that it is a little tighter than usual.

“do not sound so hopeful then if you do not know what this prophecy is,” he leans his face closer to yours, nose now scrunched up as he shows you his anger. the hairs on the back of your neck stand up and goosebumps run up your spine. yet you do not make a face or jump. you hold your ground and grip around his hand. “i am no king—“

“yet!” you cut him off. you have never stopped his monologue before, but you could not let him undermine this gift of yours. the telling of a prophecy. “the adventurers are nearing baldur’s gate where you will greet them with a generous offer, my lord. the promise of the hammer in exchange for the crown. what more could they hope for? what more could they ask?“

your breathing is heavier. raphael notices it immediately and he is annoyed by it. he pushes away from you and lets go, yet you still cling to his hand, forgetting for just a moment that he is your master. he sees a look of desperation in your eyes. it’s almost pitiful. but he slaps your hand away and before you can even process what is happening he is already gripping your chin again, but now holding your cheeks with it to squeeze your lips together.

“i do not need reassurance from anyone, let alone you,” he spits. “i will not be denied by likes of fools! they will take my deal, and they will sign their name on this bloody contract. it’s all a matter of if they can survive the rest of their journey. but for now…”

he pushes your head to the side as he lets go of your face. you touch where his hand had warmed your jaw, and do not say anything. he is still staring at you.

“that boy will be the prince of the ashes and not the prince that was promised.”

he then stays quiet to hear what you will say. whether it would anger him or not, he was always interested in what you were saying. but he had scared you, he knew, and yet even from his harsh grip on you he still can see that sparkle in your eyes as you feel that lasting warmth. an obsession with him, you had. an obsession unhealthy that he enjoyed you worshipping him like a god.

the longer he burned his gaze into you, the more nervous you got. you were looking down at the silk sheets, and distracted yourself in its beautiful design to get your mind off what just happened. but you mustered up the courage to look back at him and continue speaking. “i feel it. it’s in the air. the prophecy is one of good meaning, my lord. you will get the crown sooner than you think. you will.”

and with that, you do not speak again. raphael knows that is all you will say on the matter, and he could press you for more information but does not. you do not know more than a feeling of good and the name, and now he has more work to do. he grants you one last kiss and leaves the comfort of his bed, allowing you to sleep there and even have the privilege to lay with haarlep if you like. but he had enough of remaining in the dark about this prophecy. raphael leaves the boudoir and heads into his archive where he spots korrilla speaking with the archivist.

as he commands her to find more information about this prince that was promised, he finds himself thinking about the dream and circumstance you found yourself in. you might have felt positive about it being his son, but in his heart, raphael did not feel the same. the dream could not have been all that clear or precise. you did not tell him what exactly you dreamed of, and he gets upset that he did not press you any further. but it did not matter now, or not anymore anyway. as korrilla poofs away to start her search for more information about the prince, raphael sits on a plush chair by a mountain of books and picks up the top one that has been laid open. the crown of karsus.

the next day raphael finds himself in the devil’s den with the adventurers, discussing the deal of hammer and crown. and to his calculated plan, the deal was made. he was confident in it, too confident one might say. but the devil has a charming smile and underlying tactics. he will not be denied.

days after the initial deal, raphael is with korrilla in the archive again. this time he holds a red book in his hands. it bears no name and no author, yet it is heavy and old. older than himself. he looks down at korrilla who is smirking up at him.

“where did you find this?”

“in the possession of your most favorite client,”she says. “they obtained it from the vault of sorceries sundries.”

he turns his attention back to the book. so it is authentic, he thinks to himself. he thanks korrilla for her service and waves her off, not saying another word. the book has an intense feeling coming from it. its words, written in a language so old raphael surprised himself by even knowing it. however sorcerous sundries obtained this book was by no means difficult, and now it was in his hands. he reads the story of a prophesied leader who will bring a new dawn; a new era with a power so great no mortal can wield it. a ruler that would never face their end. and this ruler would be his son who is more mortal than fiendish?

he hears the doors of the archive open and the sound of your light footsteps approaching where he is sitting. he is still reading and is not bothered by your sudden presence. instead, you are exactly where you need to be. together, you will uncover this prophecy, but alone, he will find it to completion. once you stand mere meters away from him, raphael stops his reading momentarily to see what you are doing. your fingers are in a dance as you wait for him to acknowledge you. you do not want to interrupt his reading not knowing that you already have.

“has korrilla told the news to you already, little mouse?” he asks in an endearing tone. “or were you perhaps watching me for a while now?”

“i apologize, my lord,” you say. “i was only interested in the prophecy. if i may?”

he allows you to read with him, but it is more listening to him read it aloud for you do not understand the old language. to hear about the prince that was promised. a bleeding star will herald the coming of the prince, accompanied by the promise of a weapon powerful enough to help destroy an oncoming threat. only then will the prophesied leader obtain full power. the power of being a ruler—a god. raphael swiftly shuts the book, overwhelmed with what he just read. and this will be his child? nonsense. his breathing is a little heavy and he stands up quickly. have you dreamt wrong? the crown will soon end up in his hands if the mortals play their cards right, and it will be months before this child is born. will there be another threat? a usurpation once raphael gains his throne? it will be years before the boy will be even half the devil he is.

he looks down at you to see that you are smiling at him. you still believe that it will be the child forming in your stomach, but raphael is not staying convinced much longer. hours later, raphael calls you into the boudoir. the curtains are left open and there are no lit braziers. he strips you of your clothes and lays with you again, this time not as rough as the last. he does not know why he lies with you suddenly. you have done nothing of the sort to deserve this, but you do not care. every moment in his embrace is a gift. and no matter the circumstance, it is always a pleasure to have him near, especially with his hands on you. you love him.

raphael falls asleep beside you hours later and dreams a dream he never thought possible.

he stands in a large palace filled with great statues of gargoyles. steel doors opened up to endless hallways with countless more doors. each corridor is different from the previous one, but one thing stays certain about them all. it is endless. raphael frantically runs through them hoping to find an exit. and after what felt like years of opening doors, one large door stood at the end of a dark hallway. shadows of a great threat danced underneath the crack. yet he pursued it. and as he stood in front of such a menacing thing, he heard only fire on the other side. no voices or crackling of a great fire. only pure silence.

he threw open the doors and saw his son, mounted on a throne as black as helldusk armor. fire glimmered red and orange through the narrow eye slit of his helm. raphael lifted his polished black visor. the face within was his own.

raphael woke to the sound of crying.

his eyes traveled to where the sound was coming from. there, on the balcony floor, he found you in the nude clutching your stomach. you turn to look at him when you hear the rustling of sheets, and for the first time, raphael’s fantasy has come true. you have failed at something. you had dropped to your knees at such bad news. he finally caught the sadness of your tears running down your cheeks. but you were not begging him for or of anything. you were not saying anything at all.

and for the first time in his long life, raphael shuddered from the look of a mortal’s eyes.

part 2 will come out later this week or the next

#raphael bg3 x tav #bg3 angst #raphael bg3 #raphael bg3 x reader #bg3 #baldur’s gate 3 #haarlep #tav #raphael the cambion #raphael x reader #raphael x tav

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wazzuppy · 3 months ago

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making this stupid fucking image got me thinking, so uhhhh... here's the main ninjago characters as different sonic species!!

Kai & Nya - Hedgehogs

Kai is probably the most similar to Sonic out of the main cast— and he was arguably the main character for the first five seasons— so it just makes sense to me that he'd be a hedgehog. Plus, his hair is is spiky like a hedgehog too! And Nya is a hedgehog too because, well...siblings. Duh.

Jay - Babylonian/Blue Jay

C'mon. I had to make him a blue jay. His name is literally Jay and he's blue!! Anyways, it also fits because lighting comes from the sky (likes where birds fly) and, as of Dragon's Rising, he's been an antagonist just like the Babylon Rogues were at first. Maybe that last one's a stretch, but who cares.

Cole - Echidna

Immense strength? Check. Association with nature and/or earth itself? Check. Complex family history? Check.

I rest my case.

Zane - Chameleon/Robot

I had to make at least one of the ninja a chameleon. And thanks to Zane's cloaking abilities, I think it fits him the best. I also considered making him a Gizoid specifically, but they're so closely tied to the Master Emerald and ancient Echidna society that I just don't think it would work. Maybe he's based off data from a Gizoid but he doesn't have quite the same power set, just like Gemerl.

Lloyd - Fox

Tails is best friends with Sonic, so I thought it'd make sense for Lloyd to be a fox so he matched with Kai and Nya. Foxes are also usually either tricksters or wise masters in stories, which fits both Lloyd's younger and older self. Plus, both Lloyd and Tails love MINTS!!!

I could see both Wu and Misako as foxes while Garmadon is part Darkling (aka the Black Arms, aka that evil alien species Black Doom is from). And then maybe the First Spinjitzu Master is a mutant Chao, like Chaos? Which I guess means Chao are dragons in this AU and the Black Arms are Oni, and I just think that's very funny.

Arin - Rabbit

Honestly I just think it'd be cute.

Sora - Cat

Obvious.

Wyldfyre - Sungazer

Sungazers are a type of lizard that were named that way because they stare at the sun when they bask. Lizards are reptiles, like dragons, and they like heat. Also, the little spikes all throughout Trip's design reminds me of Wyldfyre's general untamedness.

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cutegirlmayra · 2 months ago

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I hope it’s okay, I see this more as combining differing timelines of the differing universes, so it’s not just ‘Boom!Sonamy’ I hope that’s still okay!

Prompt requests are officially suspended, sorry my Cuties ;-; Tis the end, but I’ll get the requests that were already submitted done for everyone! <3 Thank you for participating for so many years! <3

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Prompt:

A red and striped beach towel covered a red, one-piece swimsuit with a logo of a streak of white lighting made of a different fabric on the upper-right chest. A coconut drink with a pale blue umbrella was being slurped out of a straw, and Amy Rose was lounging on a low beach chair, enjoying the morning paper.

Music played beside her on a super old-fashioned stereo she liked to call, “Retro” in design. She mindlessly stared at the article about her blue hero’s triumphant victory yet again earlier in the week, and clicked a button to change the station channel on the stereo.

“And now, for all you lonely hearts out there~” The announcer stated, showing she was listening to the radio.

“Oh-hoo~ My love~” Amy sighed deeply, listening to the music. “Whether through storming waves, or over the moon, and past all the constant stars~”

She frowned, looking up from her thick black glasses with red rims to the ocean before her, and then looking around while putting a fist up to her chin to lean on her low-riding spread chair meant to fit two.

‘… He’s not coming… is he?’

“Whenever you need me, call out my special name. And no matter what, I’ll be the rocket’s red flame. I’ll be the steamboat’s song~ I’ll be the rowing tidal wave-”

She turned off the music, getting annoyed with a long stretch up to finally start getting ready to go home.

She smacked her lips together, looking back at the coconut drink and closing one eye to peer the other into it. “Hmm. Empty. Like my day has been…” She placed it down and whined a little with a groan up towards the heavens, getting up as though she was ‘too’ relaxed, and it bothered her.

Wiggling her bum up and off the chair was probably her way of coping with the miserable evening of a beautiful day on the beach… wasted.

“I really thought he’d do it.” She pushed against her back by drawing her hands to its bending arch, stretching again with a ‘Hoo…’ at the end of it all.

She rolled up some of the newspaper and smacked off the resting sand sticking to her legs, then wiggled her tail to spray off the last of the scratchy sand and nodded with a pleased look of achievement in her expression.

“Yep, that’d oughta do it. Next time, if I text Sonic a specific day and time, in hopes of not telling him what we’re doing to be a great ‘hook’ for a surprise date, maybe just tell him to RSVP so I don’t sit here disappointed?” She looked at her newest phone designed by Tails himself, and still… no calls, no messages… But a post of Cream and her Mother sending good wishes to Amy… as though they knew he wouldn’t come either.

Her heart sank a little at the adorable picture, knowing those two were there during her hardest of times… When she thought Sonic wasn’t coming back to their world…

She put away the phone into the beach bag, a simple weaved one she bought cheap.

“Why do I even bother…” She reached to get her stereo… bending down and reaching for it. “He probably didn’t even receive the text, anyway… I wonder if he’s off planet again?”

Before her hand could reach the handle, a gust of familiar, fast-flying wind sped by her and swished her quills to the right, staggering her bent stance slightly as a button was clicked down to spark to life the radio again.

“This goes out to our heartbreakers!” The announcer stated, but the wind came again and again, changing the channels, “News states the sport’s life is at an all-time-” *Click* “Another beloved actor has unfortunately passed this-” *Click* “To the old couples out there, this one’s for you, honey.”

By this time, Amy’s hair had been whipped left and right, and even her three iconic quills were dangling limply over her face, making her blow up a puff of air to move at least one of them out of the way to reveal her droopy eye.

“When you’re alone, does it feel like the end? If this is goodbye, no, I’ll call your bluff, babe.”

Hearing the classic song, Amy suddenly thought back to when she first heard it.

Many, many years ago…

“I won’t do it!” Sonic, in funny floaties, flippers, and over-exaggerated eye-goggles folded his arms and pouted deeply into them, refusing to even set foot in the water as a young Amy Rose splashed him and tapped the water.

“Mr. Sonic. If you don’t get in the water and conquer your fears, how will we ever swim together?” She cheerfully stated, with the firm hand of a devoted teacher.

“We don’t.” He simply, firmly, stated back with the spirit of youthful rebellion, and tried to take off a flipper that was wedged in tightly on his foot…

As he struggled, Amy sighed.

The song on the radio back then was the same radio she was using today… But the song was much newer then…

“Don’t act so tough, you’re my hellos, and every good morning from sundown to dusk. So trust~ Me~”

“Come on, Mr. Sonic! Take my haaaand…” She waddled through the pond of the zone they were currently in, taking his hand and gently guiding him into the water, his flippity-flopping clops-clops of his splashing flippers wading through the water unwillingly following after her.

She giggled, “Aw, you’re so cute!”

“Cute!?” Sonic angrily twitched an eye, then sneezed. “I’m not cute! I’m cool!”

“You’d be even cooler if you swam with me~” Amy teased, winking one eye closed and smiling charmingly to him.

He blew bubbles with mumbles he’d never say above the surface of the water…

Never would he admit her sweet nature lured him into giving it a try, kicking his feet as she giggled and squee’d with encouragements and praises for his efforts.

To please her… he continued through the day…

“I’ll be coming~ Home~ Soon~ We’re two peas in a pie, a wink in an eye, you’ve got my other half so, I really can’t let go.”

“See? This is fun!” She tilted her head into her raised shoulder on her left side, but he refused to look up and engage her further, kicking harder to try and use his speed to accelerate through it. “N-No no, Mr. Sonic. You gotta- Ah!” He moved so fast that she had to let go of his hands as he passed by her, his attempt to flee her only made him stuck in the middle of the pond, hopelessly flopping around with spraying up, animated tears in his eyes. “M-... Mr. Sonic!” She smacked two hands to her cheeks and hurriedly began to go to him, seeing he was panicking as the sound effect for drowning started to ring in Sonic’s ears.

“A-Am-Am-!” He was trying to keep his mouth above the water, but his head went too forward as he tried to ‘hard break’ with his legs, fear striking him stiff as he was now kicking his feet above in the air, his face below water… stuck.

“Soonniiccc!!!” It was the first time she ever called his name without an honorific, and quickly swam with all her might to reach him, and turn him front side up again.

He didn’t even cough, but right when his head came back up, he cried out, “Ammmeesss!!!!”

“H-Huh?” She moved her hands off his floaties, too taken-aback by hearing that.

“It’s you and me, an ‘us’ and a ‘ours’. Why do you think time stands still? Why do you think I still call you mine?”

“You… You called me ‘Ames’.” She stayed afloat in the water, as Sonic caught his breath and coughed, wiping his mouth, he looked pretty exhausted for the day.

She put her fist to her heart, touched, but seeing this wasn’t really helping them ‘bond’ at all… He was truly not having fun, so she made the best decision out of love for his bravery to at least attempt something he didn’t want to do with her cheering him on…

At least… he was kind enough to indulge, even for a moment… to conquer his fears so they could swim together. “Ohh… We don’t have to-”

“Y-You’re name is Amy… Sorry about that. Don’t get mad I said it wrong, okay?” His backtrack made her pause.

“Did… Under the water, it sounded like… you said my name normally, didn’t you?” He looked back to her, just letting the floaties do the work as he drifted somewhat from her, and she slowly reached out to grab his arm and pull him back to where she was.

“T… That’s right. I was too familiar with you. I’m sorry.” She looked truly like she was apologizing for making him go in the water, but Sonic just flashed–without hesitation–a reassuring and charming, closed-eye smile to her.

“Heh-heh, that’s alright! Call me Sonic!” He then winked to her, “All my friends do.”

She felt her heart elevate as though rising to walk on water..!

“And I’ll call you Amy from now on. Ames is kinda… Just not your pretty name, right?” He tilted his head, “Sorry about that. Nicknames are gross!” He stuck out his tongue,... was he… trying to cover up how embarrassed he was..?

She covered her mouth, ‘Is he… really so shy!? Under all that cool persona and confident demeanor!?’ She gushed over him, ‘My adorable hero!!!’ And leaned her hand into her cheek, blushing.

“Ohhh… Why… Do you think I’m wasting ‘our’ time? With you. Oh, you. You are mine. All mine. And half of what’s left of a love that can’t be beaten. Half of what’s leftover and eaten. Half of my sleep, and half of my dreams. And all of the rights, and none of the wrong. Though I, can’t, prove… What makes you so unique, I’ll speak it out once more.”

Another memory triggered, seeing a hand outstretch into a now older Amy’s vision as a string of shells meant to be a lucky charm protection against water accidents was in front of her… with an hand hoping she’d take it…

“Can you… help me put it on, Amy?”

She laughed, getting up.

She rose to her tippity-toes…

“Soooniiikkuuu…!!!!” The sound of the adorable nickname echoed through the spans of time….

As Amy remembered…

Falling into the water, Sonic swimming to reach her…

What she didn’t know… was…

What he remembered…

On that day…

Many, many years ago… but not quite so long ago as before.

“When you’re alone, does it feel like the end? If this is goodbye, no, I’ll call your bluff, babe.”

Sonic, stopping at the edge of the water, only looked with that same stiffening fear into the water… before remembering that day in the pond, with Amy teaching him that moving his feet so fast only moves water under him, not helping him to go up but sink down faster…

It would take more energy to use his speed in water, and benefit him nothing but losing all energy to keep swimming… causing him to drown.

Remembering that helpful tidbit, he took a deep breath, a surge of courage coming over him…

As he dived willingly into the water…

Much… much more vast than a pond…

“Don’t act so tough, you’re my hellos, and every good morning from sundown to dusk. So trust~ Me~”

Swimming down to her, he felt the pressure of the ocean against his body, the water bringing him down as he wanted it to, trying to reach her sinking form.

He saw her eyes open only for a moment, her present… she wasn’t letting it go…

His eyes turned from concern to suddenly determined love.

He stopped reaching for her, and swished his arms in wild-rotations, a very amateur remembrance of her lessons on how to move one’s arms while trying to propel themselves forward.

She had taught that the arms were more important than the legs sometimes, when wanting to move forward in water.

Her body disappeared into the deepest blue of the abyss… and with bubbles firing out of his nose from losing sight of her, he rotated his arms faster and kicked his feet even harder… he didn’t care if he made it out… she would.

“I’ll be coming~ Hooooome~ Soon~”

Walking through the murky water… now becoming clearer… one foot in front of the other, Sonic was determined to try and get out.

The beach wasn’t too far away…

He looked down at Amy… And breathed that last of his air into her…

Now on pure instinct of survival, with his muzzle turning just as blue as his body, he fought with all his might in large, quick leaps through the water to finally make it out, walking weakly to the shore and sucking in his first breath of air once breaching the surface.

He set her down on the warm sand, falling to his hands and knees–shaking.

He kept his eyes tightly shut, Eggman almost won by using his greatest fear against him…

It wasn't the water… it was losing Amy.

He hacked a few times and hit his chest, not knowing anything about secondhand drowning, and wiped his mouth to look at Amy.

He turned her over and hit her back, but nothing.

His calmed expression suddenly turned to a spark of understanding she wasn’t out of the figurative ‘watery woods’ just yet.

He tilted her head up, and took a large breath another… conquering another fear…

And blew air back into her… past her lips… through her mouth… and into her lungs…

When he pulled away… nothing.

“So much for true’s love first kiss…” He immediately began chest-compressions, but after the third one, she started coughing and he backed away, his face now white from having been stupid enough to believe that just getting her out of the water was enough to save her.

She had almost been dead if he hadn’t…

He shook his head out of it as Cream came over, and tried to look relaxed again, letting a hand go behind his back and keep him upwards, his legs bending to the sides of himself.

“H-Hey, Cream…” He tried to feigned a smile to let her know it was all alright.

He looked to Amy, worry still slowly leaving him as her torso rose up and down… breathing… at last… again.

“Miss Amy? Miss Amy?” Cream shook her, and Sonic realized–with his muzzle now turning red–that he couldn’t face her after that…

He looked around for an exit plan… before seeing the ‘almost memento’ of her gift still locked in her unstiffening fingers…

He took it, and looked to Cream, “Help me tie this on?” He asked sweetly, “And make sure to stay with Amy… I don’t want her waking up alone. You can do this for me, won’t you?” He winked charmingly, the same tactic he used on a littler Amy so long ago…

Much farther back than even this memory…

Cream had nodded, “Leave it to me and Cheese, Mr. Sonic!” A familiar honorific to his name that sounded just as heavenly as when Amy had-

He smiled to her, but thinking of ‘heaven’ wasn’t what he wanted to dwell upon right now.

“Thank you.” He gave a sweet smile to her,... and took off after she tied it on to herself.

Sneezing as he did when he first heard Amy call him cute, he couldn’t help but relive that moment… gazing out on a beautiful landscape that had almost taken the most important thing in his life away from him…

A special somebody… who he had yet to swim with… even after all these years.

“Sonic,” He smirked to himself, trying to cheer himself up and rid himself of the fear he momentarily experienced… just moments ago. “You gotta stay out of the water.” He took a gloved finger under his nose, trying to warm it, but really… his eyes were goofy in his doting of how much he cared about her.

Though, he’d never admit it openly.

Determined to never let her get that close to death again, he narrowed his eyes, “Hmm.” And rose up, standing confidently before the sea as her gift and lucky charm dangled around his wrist, with Cream’s attached string to the broken one… to help it stay on again.

“... You won’t take Ames away from me…” He declared to the sea, then boldly put his hands on his hips, “And I will swim in ya with her, yet! Just like she wanted! You wait and see…”

Back in the modern era, Amy was still holding Sonic’s hands, helping him to kick more precisely in his floating innertube as support around his waist than just to hurry through the whole thing.

The radio was still playing… lights showing it was on even far after dusk…“Thanks to the request of one of our listeners, this one goes out to a very special lady. He called in the station saying, ‘This one’s for you, Amy! I didn’t forget’cha!’ Aww, what a sweetie! Give him a break, okay?”

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