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echidnapower · 1 year ago

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Trapped In This Machine

So I'm reposting all the fics that I nuked when I left Tumblr the first time. We'll start with this one, in celebration of the return of one of my favorite Sonic the Hedgehog content creators - the amazing @e-vay, whose art HERE inspired the story. Enjoy!

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I should've realized from the beginning that something was wrong. How could I have been so blind as to not realize that something was suspiciously out of the ordinary with him? Maybe it was the extra attention he was giving me, the sudden...willingness to give affection that caused me to maybe...I dunno, not care that he was acting out of the ordinary.

He'd become everything that I wanted him to be, he was caring, affectionate, even - dare I say - loving, and all out of nowhere too. I really should've questioned it more, I should've listened to the warnings all my friends kept giving me...if I had...then maybe we wouldn't all be fighting for our very lives right now.

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"So, Amy, how's about a trip to Twinkle Park? I think they renewed that cute couples get in free promotion," Sonic leaned down a bit to grin at the pink hedgehog walking next to him. "And I can't think of any couple that would qualify more than you and me, whaddya say?"

Amy Rose blushed and giggled bashfully, playfully nudging the blue hedgehog with her shoulder before smiling up at him. To say her dream had come true would've been an understatement. Just a few days ago, she'd been wishing that Sonic would just stop beating around the bush and admit he loved her the same way she loved him...and almost as if he'd read her mind, seconds later he was at her door, offering to get some lunch with her, just the two of them.

Since then, they'd barely spent any time apart, except for sleep and necessary hygiene practices. Amy was on cloud nine, the one thing she'd always wanted had finally been given to her. Sonic the Hedgehog was hers at last, and he'd been giving her all the love she could ever ask for. "Well if you insist," she giggled again. "We might as well see what's new."

"Hey, I have an idea," he smirked. "Let's invite the gang to join us, we'll make it a group date."

At this, Amy's eyes widened and she looked up at him in shock. "Sonic, are you sure? I mean, you told me to keep it quiet for a while, I don't want-"

"Chill Ames, no big deal." Sonic shrugged. "I had a little time to think about it, and I figure that if I'm gonna be with you, I might as well let everyone know. What better way than for us to make it official at Twinkle Park?"

"Oh Sonic!" Amy lunged forward and embraced the speedy hedgehog, and held in a squeal when Sonic reciprocated the gesture. "Thank you, thank you so much!" she pulled back and ran off, waving goodbye as she looked over her shoulder. "I'm gonna go tell everyone to meet us at Twinkle Park, I'll see you later Sonikku!"

"Seeya Ames! I can't wait for tonight!"

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"Have you got anything Tails?"

"I dunno," Tails pushed his computer chair back and sighed as he ran a hand through his hair. "I mean, other than his sudden affection for Amy, he's still been totally Sonic." the fox looked up at his guest. "Have you noticed anything else weird?"

"Can't say that I have," Knuckles the Echidna, Guardian of the Master Emerald and friendly rival to Sonic the Hedgehog, stood in Tails' workshop trying to unravel the mystery of Sonic's sudden emotional turnaround. "Maybe we're just paranoid?"

"It's possible..." Tails sighed and stood up from his chair. "I mean, I always knew that Sonic thought Amy was special in his own way, but for him to go from awkward to a regular Romeo-type all in the span of three days just sends up some red flags in my mind."

Knuckles shrugged. "Maybe he just finally manned up and admitted how he feels, like you need to do with Cream."

"Don't change the subject." Tails glared at the guardian, although his blush took away some of his intensity. "I dunno, I guess we should just keep watching, maybe Sonic really has changed." Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and Tails went over and opened it, revealing an absolutely giddy pink hedgehog. "Oh, hi Amy."

"Are you ready for what I have to tell you?" Then her peripheral vision registered a splotch of red, and she turned to get a better view. "Knuckles is here too! Perfect! That means one less trip I have to take!"

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about the group trip we're taking to Twinkle Park tonight!"

Tails raised an eyebrow. "We are?"

"That's right!" Amy moved past Tails and did a little pirouette in the middle of the workshop. "I talked with Sonic and we agreed that we should get the whole gang together to have some fun, y'know, as friends!"

"This seems pretty sudden Amy, why now and not before?" Tails said as he scratched his chin in suspicion.

"Well duh," Amy replied with her hands on her hips. "Sonic wanted to wait for the cute couples get in free promotion to get started again! After all, why pay for tickets when we can just walk in hand-in-hand and have a fantastic time for free?! That's called sound economics."

"It sounds like bull-"

"Knuckles!" Tails quickly cut off the guardian before he could finish his thought, then he directed his attention back to Amy, who seemed none too impressed with their reactions if her expression was anything to go by. "Amy, don't you think that something's a little...off...with Sonic?"

"No, why would I?"

"Because he's suddenly all over you and can't stop staring at you when before he actively ran away from you." Knuckles blunt statement was responded to with an angry glare from the pink hedgehog. "You can glare all you want, you can't tell me you aren't even curious as to why Sonic's pretty much started letting his hormones do all of his thinking for him."

"Did it ever occur to you that maybe Sonic's finally just realized that he cares for me?" Amy stomped forward with her hammer suddenly in hand, causing the echidna to back away a few steps. "Or am I so ugly that Sonic would have to completely lose his mind to think that I'm anything more than a nuisance?"

"N-No one's calling you ugly or a nuisance Amy!" Tails gulped when she suddenly rounded on him. "All we're saying is that...it does seem a little bit sudden, you can at least admit that much can't you?"

Amy sighed and took a moment to regain her composure. "Ok, I know you wouldn't ask unless you were legitimately worried, I appreciate that Tails," her hammer disappeared. "But there's really nothing wrong with Sonic! I mean, come on, no one knows him better than I do, I'd be able to tell." she gently placed her hand on the fox boy's shoulder. "Now come on, we're all going to Twinkle Park tonight! If you want, I'll even call Vanilla for you so Cream can come with us."

"And what about me?"

Amy turned her head to look at Knuckles, who was crossing his arms with a scowl. "Well, if you wanna find Rouge and ask her to come, all you gotta do is leave the Master Emerald alone for a little longer." she smirked at the low growl the echidna gave. "You know it would work."

"That's what bothers me." Knuckles uncrossed his arms and walked past both Tails and Amy as he headed to the door. "What time are we meeting up?"

The pink hedgehog tapped her chin for a moment in thought. "I think five 'o'clock should give us enough time to go around the park, sound good to you?"

"Wouldn't matter what time you chose, I would've come anyway." Knuckles walked out and grabbed hold of the door before he stopped. "After hearing all this from you, I'm starting to think maybe I was wrong and there really is something wrong with Sonic." With that, the echidna slammed the door shut.

"Do me a favor and don't come!" Amy growled before she looked over at Tails. "And you? Are you still convinced that Sonic is suddenly a huge jerk and this is all some elaborate prank or something?"

Tails slowly shook his head. "I don't know what to think Amy..." he looked up at her. "Honestly, I'd like to believe this is all real and Sonic's finally starting to come around to how he really feels about you, I want you to be happy!"

"Then trust me on this!" she put both hands on his shoulders and looked the fox boy in the eyes. "I'm happier than I've ever been in my whole life, and it's all because of Sonic! I've learned to tell when he's just putting on a show, and this is all real! He really loves me!"

The young genius relinquished a smile. "Ok Amy, if you say so."

"Good." Amy nodded and smiled as well. "So, how's about I make that phone call? There's a cute little rabbit girl who I have a sneaking suspicion is starting to crush on you, and I bet she'd love to hang out with us tonight."

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As soon as the clock struck five, the entire gang got together and met at the entrance of Twinkle Park in Station Square. Amy had indeed convinced Vanilla to allow Cream to join them, and Knuckles had decided to come alone, although he seemed incredibly guarded. "Lighten up Knucklehead, we're here to have fun, and no one likes a grouch when there's a party goin' on."

Knuckles shrugged off the blue hedgehog's hand and growled lowly. "Let's just get in there."

Sonic just shrugged and went over to put his arm around Amy. "Suit yourself pal, hope you brought some money with ya, since ya don't get to take advantage of the cute couples get in free perk." He led the pink hedgehog over to the entrance and stood on the platform, and then he turned his attention to his friends. "Cute couple number two, come on down!"

Both Tails and Cream's cheeks turned pink, but they did walk in together as the platform went up, leaving Knuckles alone by himself until the platform returned. "I'm not a grouch." he grumbled.

Knuckles did have to pay to get in, but eventually they did meet back up and they soon started going around the park and partaking in all that it had to offer. Rollercoasters, thrill rides, a ride (or three) through the Tunnel of Love, and of course the never-ending variety of greasy fair food. Sonic had tried to get Knuckles to take a bite of the funnel cake he'd gotten for himself and Amy, but the echidna just glared at him in response. "Boy Knux, you're really makin' a case for jerk of the year, why'd ya even come if ya didn't wanna be here?"

"I have my reasons."

"Don't even pay any attention to him Sonikku," Amy said all too sweetly. "He's just jealous that he's all alone while we're all here on a double date."

"But Mr. Knuckles," Cream spoke up. "You could have gotten Miss Rouge to come with us right? Then you wouldn't have been so lonely!"

"That's got nothing to do with it!" Knuckles rounded on his younger companions and scowled viciously, his fists clenched in barely contained rage. "The only reason I'm here is to protect you three from getting hurt!"

Sonic scoffed. "Get hurt? From what? Eating too much junk food?"

"How 'bout from you wise guy?" Knuckles got up in the hedgehog's face, and Sonic's cocky grin immediately vanished. "I've been watching you all night, and at first I was willing to give you the benefit of the doubt, but now I know for a fact that you're not yourself, if you're even Sonic at all."

"Oh yeah? And what makes you think I'm not the genuine article?"

"Because there's no way the real Sonic would ever be so openly affectionate, he doesn't have the guts!"

"Knuckles, go home!" Amy leaped up from her seat and gave the guardian a murderous glare. "I'd say I can't believe you would stoop so low, but then I remember it's you! Go back and protect your stupid rock, we do not require your services!" The pink hedgehog tugged on Sonic's arm and started leading him away. "Come on Sonic, let's go on the ferris wheel together, I've lost my appetite."

"Me too Ames."

The couple left in a huff, and Knuckles narrowed his eyes as he stared at the backs of the two retreating figures, and his eyes widened when he saw Sonic smirk at him over his shoulder. "Tails, we need to follow them."

"Knuckles, I-"

"Just do it!"

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Inside one of the ferris wheel gondolas, a blue and pink hedgehog were sitting alone, leaning against each other. The old machine had been empty until their arrival, but the old dog who ran it was more than happy to give the couple some free rides to collect their thoughts. "'T'is a great place to have a heart to heart." he'd said.

And that was what Amy was doing, as she poured out her heart to her new boyfriend. "I can't believe Knuckles would accuse you of faking all this...I mean, is it really so unbelievable? Am I really that terrible of a person that it's impossible to buy that you care for me?"

"Nah Ames, Knux is just paranoid, maybe he's just tryin' to overcompensate for all the times Dr. Robotnik tricked him."

The pink hedgehog raised an eyebrow at that and smirked. "Dr. Robotnik? No crazy quips or references to his looking like a giant walking egg?"

Sonic shrugged. "Why state the obvious?"

"I dunno," Amy also shrugged. "It's just that it's never stopped you before, kinda weird to actually hear his actual name again after all this time."

"Yeah well, that's not important anyway." Sonic turned and took Amy's hands in his. "What's important is us, and I gotta say Ames, these past few days have been the greatest days of my life...it's really too bad that it's gonna be all over soon."

"Well, what makes you say that?" Before Sonic could answer however, Tails appeared out of nowhere and slammed his feet into the back of Sonic's head before scooping Amy into his arms. "Tails, put me down! Have you lost your mind?!"

"Now Knuckles!"

Knuckles got a running start and reeled his fist back, and as soon as he was in range, he unloaded a vicious punch that obliterated the old metal keeping the ferris wheel standing, and it all came crashing down as sparks flew from the malfunctioning machinery, with Sonic crashing down along with all the debris.

"Sonic!" Amy turned and pulled out her hammer, her teeth gritted and her eyes brimming with tears. "You're both insane, do you have any idea what you just did?!" But suddenly from the smoldering flames that were now lighting up the night sky with yellows and oranges, a figure emerged from the wreckage, one whose silhouette was easily recognizable. "Sonikku! You're alive!"

But then the dust settled, and Amy's cries of joy turned into a fear-filled shriek as her eyes beheld a sight that she never would've dreamed of in her worst nightmares.

Instead of blood coming from the blue hedgehog's wounds...there was nothing but metal and wire. "I was really hoping it wouldn't have to be this way..." the creature's head lifted, and while one side of its revealed the unmistakably emerald green eye of Mobius' greatest hero, the other side showed nothing but darkness, and an angry red iris with a yellow pupil. "But thanks to Knuckles, now I have to do this the hard way."

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I was a fool, Knuckles was right all along. Sonic wasn't acting like himself because he wasn't himself. He'd been replaced by this...twisted perversion of him, made of nothing but iron and circuitry...but it was so real, a small part of me still couldn't let the thought that this was Sonic go.

But as I watched this incredibly realistic version of Metal Sonic engage in a fight to the death with the weakening Knuckles, I knew I couldn't let myself suspend my disbelief any longer. I had to help, somehow. Tails had already been knocked out, only seconds after he'd told Cream to fly away and get help. Given the circumstances though, I didn't think help would arrive in time. It was time to step up.

I grabbed my hammer and rushed forward with it held over my head, and I slammed it down on Metal Sonic's head, sending him to the ground for a moment so Knuckles could unleash an uppercut that sent him flying into the distance. "Knuckles, I am so sorry."

He gave me a grim smile in return, he was rubbing his fist and I could see the blood starting to leak through the fabric of his glove, as well as the blood coming from his chest and the side of his mouth from wounds shaped like claw marks. "I've dealt with worse." The next thing I knew I was on the ground as Knuckles shoved me out of the way, and then I heard a sickening thump, followed by a dull thud. When I turned around, I saw Knuckles on the ground, unconscious, with Metal Sonic standing over him with a frown.

"You stay away from me!" I raised my hammer in defense.

"I wish I could Ames."

My eyes widened and I felt my heart start to beat faster than it ever had before as a lump formed in my throat. Although the voice was synthetic, the way he'd spoken wasn't at all like something Metal Sonic would say...it was something that...Sonic would say. "Who are you? Are you Metal Sonic?"

The blue robot - or hedgehog, I was so confused I didn't know what to call it - took another step towards me, and I took a step back to keep the distance. "You'd think so wouldn't you?" he replied as he continued to approach. "But the truth is, I'm way better than any of those pathetic rip-offs, even before I became like this."

I felt my heart shatter, and I couldn't hold back my tears any longer. "Sonic..." I choked.

"In the flesh, so to speak." Sonic stopped to gesture at himself. "Pretty impressive huh? Dr. Robotnik managed to perfect his roboticization technique, he found me a few days ago and used it on me first. Now I've got a new goal, and that's to take you guys out...first I had to get closer to you to gain your trust...although I gotta say, I'm not really likin' this next part."

"Then don't do it! Sonic, you don't have to listen to Eggman! If he managed to turn you into a robot and make you so convincing that even I couldn't tell the difference, then that means despite all that programming he gave you, the real you is still in there! Trapped in that machine!"

For a moment, Sonic seemed to slouch a bit. "I don't wanna kill you guys," But then he looked back up and glared at me. "But I have no choice, my mission is to destroy you guys, and I'm gonna do it!" He charged towards me at full speed, and I barely reacted fast enough to get my hammer up and stop him from running me through with his exposed razor-sharp claw. "Hold still Amy, just make it quick!"

"No!" I swung my hammer and knocked him back a few feet, and then I jumped back and put more distance between us. "I know you're in there Sonic, fight it! If a robot like Gamma could reject his programming, then I have no doubt you can! You're too strong to just let Eggman control you!"

"Shut up!" Sonic charged again, but this time he was much slower and his movements were sloppier, and I was able to sidestep his attack and let him run past me and into the tilt-a-whirl. "Why can't you make this easy?"

I found it in me to smile despite the circumstances. "You're fighting it, I can tell. Don't give up Sonic, I know you can beat him!" But then his robot eye seemed to glow brighter, and he sent a vicious glare that caused my blood to run cold. "Uh oh." Only a second later, I found myself being raised in the air by the throat, as a robotic claw squeezed my throat.

"Just...just stop fighting me, ok Ames? Don't make this harder than it has to be!"

His voice was desperate, and even with his robot hand around my throat, I could feel that his grip was wavering. I could still breathe. "No Sonic, I won't give up and I won't let you give up...I love you too much to do that."

I saw his eyes soften, even his robotic eye looked pitiful now, and he dropped me to the ground and grabbed his head, screaming at the top of his lungs. "This is so wrong! I'm not a killing machine! I'm not some messed up terminator! I am Sonic the Hedgehog!"

"That's right, you are." I raised my hammer over my head. "And now I'm gonna set you free." I jumped up and shouted a battle cry even with tears pouring out of my eyes, and my hammer came crashing down on Sonic's head, crushing his metal skull. After landing, I made my hammer disappear and watched as Sonic's robot eye faded away, signaling that he had been...killed? Destroyed? What even was he anymore? "I'm so sorry Sonic," I whispered to the unmoving form. "We'll get you fixed up and back to normal, I promise."

When I looked back up after wiping my eyes with my arm, I saw Knuckles and Tails limping over to me, their bodies bruised and bleeding from the intensity of the battle. "Are you ok Amy?" Tails asked me even as he held his arm.

"It was him...it was Sonic...Eggman turned him into this...thing."

Tails knelt down and examined Sonic's robot body, and he looked up at me with a small smile. "I can probably fix him, the roboticization process still shows signs of using the same basic principles, just much more refined..." Then he frowned. "But..."

"But what?" Knuckles asked.

"I can fix Sonic and even de-roboticize him after...but...I hate to think how he's going to be after it's all over..."

I frowned and looked down at the broken body of what used to be my one true love. Knuckles seemed confused as to what Tails meant, but I knew. Would Sonic ever be the same again? Even after Tails put him back together and turned him back into flesh and blood...Sonic was one with the wind, a free spirit who could never be caged in...now not only had he been caged in, but he'd been turned against the ones he loved, and he'd witnessed firsthand the damage he caused.

As strong as Sonic was, I knew he wasn't invincible. Even he had his breaking points, and I sincerely feared that this experience would be what drove Sonic past his. But I knew that if it did, I would make sure to be there for him every step of the way on his road to recovery. There was one thing I could tell about Sonic during the past three days, and that was he truly enjoyed being with me, even while he was roboticized. Maybe that was what kept him from giving in to the programming for so long.

It wouldn't be easy, that much I knew for sure. For Sonic, being controlled like this was probably the most traumatic event he could ever experience, and it would be a while before he turned back into his true self. But he would, I also knew that. His strength and determination would make sure he eventually comes to terms with it, and I would be there every step of the way. I vowed then and there to myself, that I would personally make sure he would never know what it was like to be trapped in this machine again.

#sonic the hedgehog #amy rose #sonamy #metal sonic #tails the fox #miles tails prower #knuckles the echidna #taiream #cream the rabbit #e-vay

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guizika · 11 months ago

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My Family

The boys x GN! Reader

Cw - GN! reader, you/yours pronouns, just a special holiday fanfic, can be read as platonic, fluff, Maybe it's a bit ooc.

Synopsis - Christmas is finally here, but this year you'll have to celebrate it in a different way.

Word count - 633

Christmas, such a beautiful time, with children smiling, playing, parents buying presents, families getting together. A period full of traditions and legends.

Well, Christmas is a beautiful time but this year you won't have the privilege of enjoying it, too busy trying to survive amidst all the chaos of Supers and humans. You've been hiding out with Frenchie, Butcher, Kimiko, MM and Hughie for some time now, as you've been hunted by Vought.

However, even in the midst of all this mess, you still try to bring a little light to them, especially to Kimiko, the new member of the group. So, to try and cheer up the group, you decide to put together an improvised Christmas tree, using some recycled materials.

"And boom, it's ready, what do you think, Milk?" You ask, looking adoringly at your newest creation, MM just stares and laughs slightly, walking over to you and crossing his arms as he looks at the Christmas tree.

"I think Butcher's going to kill you." He laughs lightly, making you let out a snort of amusement. "But seriously, it looks pretty good for a makeshift Christmas tree." At these words, your smile widens, happy to have had your work praised.

Soon, Frenchie and Kimiko appear, he looks intrigued at the Christmas tree while Kimiko looks on adoringly. "Camarade, did you do that?" He asks, receiving a nod of confirmation from MM. "You have a talent for art." Milk says, pointing at you, a smug smile on his face.

"Wow, look at that, someone found time to celebrate Christmas in the midst of all the chaos." Butcher's voice echoes off the walls, causing your smile to fade and a frown to appear in its place, Hughie was at Butcher's side, looking at the Christmas tree with curiosity.

"Of course I did, we've got to try and distract ourselves a bit, or we'll go crazy like you." Your tone contained a hint of irony, causing Butcher to crack a smile and Hughie to make a worried expression.

"Right, do you want to celebrate Christmas? Let's celebrate then, we've got nothing else to do anyway." Butcher says, coming closer to the tree and analyzing the details. Everyone, even you, is shocked to hear his words. "Wait a minute, what do you mean?" You ask incredulously, not having processed what is happening.

"Well, we can't do anything at the moment because they're hunting us like crazy, so let's celebrate Christmas, we really have nothing to lose." Butcher shrugged, leaning over to try and get a better look at a Christmas tree decoration you've made. "But I still think you could have used that creativity on something else."

"Can we really celebrate Christmas?" Frenchie asks in an excited tone, looking at everyone in the group, when Butcher nods positively as he approaches you and gives you a hug. "Thank you, Ami!"

Kimiko smiles at you and then you smile back at her, pleased to have managed to lighten the mood. Hughie walks over to you and puts his hand on your shoulder. "Thanks for that, we really needed that break." You just smile and then scratch the back of your head. "We're all a bit frazzled, but it'll be over soon, won't it?" Your tone is optimistic.

When Hughie goes to talk to the others, MM walks up to you and smiles, looking at you with his arms crossed. "Man, what you did was really important, we're all a bit exhausted, this will lighten the load on our shoulders." Your gaze goes to the group, who are chatting and laughing. "Yeah, I'm glad I managed to do that." It's the last thing you say before you're pulled into the circle of conversation, laughing and chatting with your friends, who over time you've come to call family.

Please don't translate my work and don't repost on other social networks, if there are any grammatical errors I ask you to excuse me!

#male reader #male reader insert #the boys x male reader #the boys x reader #the boys x gn reader #gn!reader #gn reader #ftm reader #ftm!reader #male!reader

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surveillance-0011 · 2 months ago

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Giving my spider body dysmorphia. Aka Garm cannot comfort people aka this is probably tonally off and maybe a little ooc but the art book's bit on Nipulon drives me insane to this day. I think Nipulon could very well be pushed to this. It seems like the confidence is a bit of a front, or at least built on such shaky ground that some little thing could set him off. And I'm sure sometimes it's just too much.

I mean, if you're the type of guy to try and justify the trafficking and consumption of other sapient races despite cramming your body down in a robot suit to assimilate into mainland society... there's probably some exoskeletons in your closet... some things you gotta unpack... just saying. I could go on but that would be an essay. eventually we'll get to that. Will probably expand this to a full comic or pic eventually.

Also with the implication that Nipulon has permanently injured himself due to this whole robo suit thing btw

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Please don't repost

#technically nudity but who give a shit theyre blobs.#high on life #high on life game #schrodinger's ship. ye don't know if it's platonic or romantic until you crack open my skull and check on my sludge brain #nipulon #garmantuous #my art #but that's the least of their issues rn.#tw body dysmorphia #tw mental breakdown #self harm mention #worth reiterating that this is nipulon at his worst + not a common occurrence at all in my mind #there's more nipulon having problems & issues where that came from btw.

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mitamicah · 6 months ago

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Saw your post and am going with the method of aggressive kindness.

You know when I think of JO fanart I think of you right? When I picture Jure's little cat smile I think of your kitty mouths? You have a very noticeable style and holy shit you draw quick and a fuck tonne!! I adore everything you make and if you have no fans it means I'm dead.

I get wanting them to see your work. They get hundreds of tags every day and Nace is the only one who actually reposts shit. We can't say how they feel looking at it. Maybe they share it with the others or really really enjoy it but don't repost for whatever reason. We can't assume they don't like it at all just because they don't share it.

It's pretty special they even do look at it, they don't have to be as involved with their fans as they are. I get being jealous and wondering why other people get shared and not you but that's not a reflection of the quality of your work. I dunno why they share some and not others but there's no point trying to guess cause we'll never know.

Your brain is dumb and sometimes it's just gonna be dumb. I value you a lot and your art and look forward to maybe meeting you in the queue and getting a sticker and being like "aaaaah holy shit I have a dope ass sticker ahhhhhhhhhh"

This message is so old I wouldn’t put it past you if you’d forgotten even sending it.😅

I didn’t get around to reply to it then but since I have a similar day today I will do it now.

The first paragraph still makes me tear up sometimes it is so freaking sweet 😭. Especially the part about Jure’s smile 🥹. I feel like I’ve lost the drive to make art quickly (I say knowing full well I drew six sketches for the fanart meme this weekend) and that was my entire thing as an artist as some point: Not being the best but at least being quick. Now I’ve seen way more people quicker than I that keeps up the quality, so I am not sure if that point still stands with me being quick and productive. Never the less I still really appreciate these words <3

The next part is funny to read back on since I did end up being blessed by Nace in the end – twice in a row 😱😭. I’m still probably insufferably happy about that and he owns part of my heart for all he does for the fandom, I mean as you say yourself he (and the others) doesn’t have to be involved yet he chooses to be. And that’s pretty special for sure.

I hope you still enjoy the sticker. It was so nice meeting you in the queues and so happy you had a great time in Europe and at their gigs (and that you got your drumstick(s)). 🤗

#me deciding to go back and reply to messages I should have done way back but for some reason or another didn't do #please forgive me and my turtle pace #at least I get to read your nice words again :'3 #replies

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peppermintbits · 11 months ago

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If you see me reposting old art from my other accounts or reblogging old posts here it's because I've had a really hard time drawing anything but silly sketches and jokes since I finished school, I think my creative energy on a physical level is low now. Mentally I am all there, I'm writing and brainstorming and maintaining a flow of multiple written projects and games. But drawing has always been very hard for me to do in the winter time since I started college.

Now that college is over, I want to try and break that gloomy streak and be fully creative. But it's been hard, I am genuinely out of energy sometimes and my life has been a little rough lately.

So when I finally do start making something, something I won't leave unfinished or forget about, I want to make my account look less like my Repost Blog haha.

Maybe I should post something about this new table top game I'm writing, but who knows. We'll see where my tired body takes me.

As a treat and life update, know I am taking care of myself mostly the best I can and I bought myself this tiny flower nymph plague nurse as a self care moment lol. They are Girlfriends, Wives your honor.

#squishables #blog post #life update #art update #personal style #I am so tired y'all #Like #Home life and non home life stuff slammed me recently #I was acting depressed for a week but we're leaving the spiral now #Plushies make everything better

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redjaybird · 7 months ago

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JAY’S RP PLOTTING CHEAT-SHEET

Want new-and-exciting plots for your character? Long to reach out to more of your followers, but don’t know where to start? Fear not! Fill out this form and give your RP partners both present and future all the of juicy jumping off points they need to help you get your characters acquainted.Be sure to tag the players whose characters YOU want more cues to interact with, and repost, don’t reblog! Feel free to add or remove sections as you see fit. Template here.

Mun name(s): Yams Mun pronouns: She/her/they/them, but also don't mind whatever OOC Contact: DMs or D.isco (mutuals/people I vibe with only ask for my d.isco)

Who the heck are my muses anyway:

He's a little shit that causes problems and pisses people off for the heck of it. A bit of an edgelord (is that an understatement?), rude, vulgar, and extremely tough to crack if you want him in friendlier stages. Good luck. He's not going to make it easy for you.

Points of interest:

He has various verses, some things may change depending on what verse things are in. Details in his design are important and have stories behind them. In his main verses, he has extra strengthened abilities and a little extra chaotic surprise, sometimes. He has a lot of anger issues and is really shit at dealing with other emotions, often turning them into anger, too, because he doesn't know how else to handle things. He likes to think of himself as a villain, but really he's more like an anti-hero. And he's got a whole revenge case he's trying to deal out. He's got some emotional issues that he refuses to talk about, and others he will just spill because he likes to talk about himself. And he's got trust issues.

What they’ve been up to recently:

Well, this varies for people and verses. Things won't be following the same paths for everyone he interacts with. In in his main f.c5 verse, he somehow got himself in a position where he's gotta help protect the Seeds, because of the relationship he ended up in with Jacob. Everything in the B.L verses kinda got put on hold, but these days its after his Arena fell. A vampire verse, in the f.c5 land, has been distressing him. Bloody City (original) verse is getting more developments lately (yeehaw). Depends on what version you wanna deal with, really.

Where to find them:

In general modern times, usually Chicago. In the borderlands, usually Pandora. In F.C3, on Rook Islands, hanging with the pirates. In F.C5, Hope County, usually in Jacob's region. Frontier, the pirate is in Montreal in the company of Mr. Grant and Mr. Pond.

Current plans:

Plans? What are plans? We'll have to see what unfolds. Anything could happen.

Desired interactions:

Enemies to awkward found family member, enemies/rivals, slow burns of any kind of relationship (because its almost always a slow burn with him), helping him learn to cook maybe? (his whole fear of stoves and fire issue man), dad bird dad bird dad bird dad bird (has an accidentally adopted daughter in some verses btw), etc.

Offered interactions:

Uh, do you like problematic little shits? Do you like conflict? Stories are boring without conflict, after all. And it makes the good times so much more worth it, you know? If you for some reason want him to work with you, however, the price is gonna be a little different. Because he doesn't care about money.

Current open post/s:

Keep an eye out for random IC posts, they happen a lot, and are generally open to anyone if they don't have a tag. (I don't always tag ic posts but I do always tag any trigger warnings when I think they need it.) Some will have specific verse tags, sometimes, just so you know where things will be focused on but yeah, generally most things are open unless someone specifically gets @'d on.

Anything else?:

[I'm not super great at writing, and am especially bad at describing things in words, but Jay will make up for a lot in dialogue because he loves talking. Interactions can inspire art, lots of drawing going on here. Also things never stop developing. I've been running this character for 12+ years now and I'm still developing him.]

Tagging: whoev's wants to do this thing go for it, i tried

#jay info #blog info #ooc #long post

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amphiptere-art · 1 year ago

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Inktober has been fun so far.

Just posting this since tomorrow isn't really going to be an draw an art piece day as it is going to be a catch up day. Finishing all the works that needed finishing. Particularly in coloring. But..

Well intober hasn't been forceful. At least not in the way I thought it would be. I'm not forcing myself to draw my DCA guys.

I've drawn one DCA related artwork. And even at that it was an entirely different AU that I praised, but barely draw art for. Which made me incredibly happy because it wasn't something I wanted to do. I've been wanting to draw art for mechanical medic.

Sure sundown dance is related to RBB but there was no DCA in that entire artwork. I was just drawing a dinosaur. A fakeasaur I created even. Something I haven't done in forever.

Then there was jack-o'-Cat which was just a general festive drawing. Something I do every October. And my goodness the glory of seeing my guy. The character I have kept for years. A tradition I have kept up forever? On a digital page is spectacular!

Each one of these artworks have been filled with pride. Although tomorrow I'm mostly going to be finishing up. On the 6th I'm planning on drawing my beloved new character. The furnace faced dragon that has only seen a little bit of a day. I'm going to actually give him like an official looking thingy.

Maybe I'll draw more of mechanical medic. Maybe I'll dare myself to draw perrfect thief. Perhaps we'll actually see something from the warehouse AU! Perhaps even the cryptid from cryptid eater!

I love tsams, But this has been the most relaxing thing I have done in forever. Just drawing whatever comes to my brain. There's no project. There's no trying to reenact a scene. It's just me drawing of things cuz I want to draw a thing.

And much to my surprise no one's put up a fuss. No one's waiting for some artwork I haven't drawn to be posted. My own irrational fear is minut. Sure they aren't getting the most open welcome. No one's reposting my dinosaur like crazy. But I just like the art. And that's enough.

It's refreshing. I might have a lot of ketchup to do with all my current projects but. After I get all caught up. I think I'm just going to do this as my normal. Posting whatever art comes to my brain. Whether that be DCA or something of my own.

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slickshoesareyoucrazy · 2 years ago

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Invisibility

I tried to write this post a few days ago, and Tumblr didn't let me post it for an undefined reason, and I was pissed...my post about feeling invisible can't be posted and they can't even tell me why. Fuckers. I'm a writer but I'm just not that into that particular symbolism. But now, maybe it will work and this post will be better because I might make more sense, but I definitely made more connections over a long day with J and my son yesterday. Let's see if I can do this...

OK, so I know every parent brags about their kid (actually they don't, and we'll get to that in a second, but...), but for any of this to make sense, my kid is gifted. I mean, no shit, he is exceptionally bright, and deep and mature for his age, and he hungers and thirsts to learn, and he sort of had a breakthrough in therapy at his last session that part of the problem he's having with his mental health is feeling unchallenged and lied to about what high school would be (he's bored, even in honors/Advanced Placement courses; the best his school has to offer in the line of academic challenge), and also he's having a hard time accepting that he's 'not like other kids.' He's not being bullied for being smart/talented; he's being celebrated, but to him, it all is still reading that he's noticeably different, academically/intellectually, and he actually WANTS to be more invisible. But he can't be. If he's himself...it's clear that he's different and decidedly seen. He just stands very prominently out.

He had a good day yesterday, though. J and I are very proud of him. He's performing in academic competition (to be with his friends and socialize for fun mostly...he doesn't study hard for these competitions...in fact he doesn't study at all; he doesn't put pressure on himself to do well, and J and I don't either...sometimes it's even pretty evident that he's not trying very hard) as a freshman at the same level the brightest seniors in the state are performing. He was the individual regional runner up yesterday in the arts and humanities section (the only freshman in the region to qualify) and a very valuable part of his team qualifying for the state championship tournament in team competition. My brother did this same stuff when he was in high school (but didn't perform this well with this much ease and lack of emphasis on the actual competition). And my dad got really involved for my brother. My dad's involved for my son now too, and since I'm so much older than my brother, some of the other teachers and officials involved remember my dad (and my brother) from their previous participation. A version of the following exchange has happened multiple times since Boy joined the school's competing team:

An old acquaintance of Dad's: Wow, F! Good to see you! You're back!

Dad: Yeah! Boy is my grandson, so I'm helping out at <high school, not the one my brother went to>. (My dad says this with obvious pride on his face and in his voice; he wants everyone to know that Boy is his grandson, because he's Obviously Gifted.)

Acquaintance: <My Brother>'s kid?! (he's too young to have a kid in high school, unless he became a young teenage father, which they'd know about, because that's when they knew my dad and brother)

Dad: No, my daughter's son.

Acquaintance: You have a daughter?

See, my mom did a great job of teaching me that invisible was what I needed to strive to be by being hyper-independent and 'easy' (which I think is the first piece I wrote on this blog...I may repost it here in a bit too). That's what other people wanted from me. So I became invisible. But I've always wanted to be seen. I've spent most of my life hoping people would see me, totally the opposite of my son. The thing is, I achieved (not as much or as easily as my son) in similar ways to my son, but I never got noticed or praised for it. There was always another priority ahead of me with my parents, both of them, not just my mom. Work, my brother, my grandparents, their own hobbies and passions. They needed me to be independent and easy and out of their way; they needed me to not have desires and needs; they needed me to be invisible. I was encouraged not to be noticed, so I wasn't, wanting to please my mom. I achieved at being invisible, because I thought that's what would make them happy. I was definitely successful at being invisible. But my brother achieved and got seen. And my son achieves and gets seen even without wanting to be. But still not me; I've always been invisible.

A few weeks ago, I was talking to my mom about The Boy, and his aversion to being seen and receiving positive attention (he gets that from me and J both, for different reasons, I guess; J is just a really humble man, and I'm mistrusting of kindness and have really bad imposter syndrome), and how it seems to bother him when anyone notices him, even for his gifts, almost like he's ashamed of them, whereas when I was a kid (and let's be real, even now as an adult), I just wanted someone to notice me. Something or someone else was always ahead of me in line, boxing me out. And my mom actually said what's probably the most empathetic thing she's ever said to me (30ish years too late for it to land in a helpful way, but still empathy), 'You must have felt invisible.' Yeah, Mom. I did. I still do a lot. I feel like even if I am really busting my ass to achieve something that gets other people noticed, no one notices me. And while I'd prefer my son be grateful for his gifts and be as proud of himself as J and I (and my parents and my brother and his coach and teammates) are of him, I'm glad his problem is with feeling TOO seen instead of invisibility. He actually almost craves invisibility. I'm trying to learn and accept from him that maybe invisibility has advantages. It is, after all, considered a superpower for clear reasons. But I'm glad he's not invisible. He's definitely seen.

And I still want to buy my dad a shirt to wear to the state competition that says, 'He's my daughter's son; I have a daughter too.'

#it's weird to feel just like my son and also nothing like him #I hope we can help each other feel better about our relationships to invisibility #it's weird to be working on your own childhood shit while trying to help your kid work on theirs #J and I never thought it could be a problem for a kid to feel TOO seen but it is one for our kid #my writing

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whimsyvixen · 7 months ago

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HELLO HUUNNY!!!

I'm absolutely going feral for your repost on the Onsen boathouse was it?...

But anyways I'm just trying my luck here , Can you please, please make a fic about it.

But if you're too busy feel free to ignore this request :)))

Sincerely

The anon who recommended the Four or more fic :))

Hello honeyyy~ 🤗!! It was a very good read so thank you for sharing it! And that onsen boathouse art lives rent free on my head (so many naked and muscular men. Especially Getooo~ 🥵🔥🔥ohhh the possibilities~ 😍)!

As much as I would love to write something for it, I'm not accepting requests at the moment. It's a juicy concept so maybe I might write something for this in the future (no promises though!) but we'll see.

#whimsy asks

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nanuk-dain · 1 year ago

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Twenty Questions for Fic Writers

A huge thank you to @ableedingpen for tagging me. It's my very first time doing something like this, and it's so much fun ^_^

How many works do you have on ao3?

301. Although I have some fics posted as a series and additionally as a chaptered fic, so it's probably three or four works less than that.

What's your total ao3 word count?

2,478,092. But again, some fics are posted twice in a different format, so it's less.

What fandoms do you write for?

More than I can count... The big ones are Generation Kill, Band of Brothers, Pacific Rim, Lord of the Rings, The Mummy, RED, Bourne Trilogy, Rambo (yes, really, you read that correctly XD), Avengers, NUMA, Oregon Files, The Sinking of the Laconia...

But I also have tons of really small and rare fandoms and if I name them all, we'll be here a while ;D

For the past three years I've been mostly active in Generation Kill, though.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Primal Instinct (9-1-1): 2.132

A Never-Ending Dance (The Mummy): 1.110

Marks (The Mummy): 910

More Than A Thousand Words (Avengers): 637

Claim (Fast and Furious): 473

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes! Or at least I try. I'm not always as good at it as I wish I was... I always feel terrible when I haven't replied to a comment, because somebody took the time to write me and I want to honour that because it means the world to me. I love comments so much, and I think that the least I can do is to tell that to the person who left me a wee word.

What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Of Losses and Promises, no doubt. Although it's not necessarily the ending, but the fic itself.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Too many to count, I guess? But I think that In An Ideal Word, Things Would Have Been Different qualifies, especially given the WWII setting and the stuff I put the poor guys through.

Do you get hate on fics?

I never did - until I got some really strange comments on an Avengers fic by an anonymous commenter (no AO3 account) a few weeks ago. I was really bewildered, because it wasn't really blind hate or something. I think they just got really upset, but they took the time to write long and detailed comments that said not one single good thing about the fic. Since it was a fic of almost 32k and the first comment was on chapter 3, I just wondered why the heck they kept reading it if they found it so horrible... Don't like, don't read. It's that easy. Just walk away for your own sanity.

I still haven't decided how to proceed with those comments. On one hand I don't want that under my fic, but deleting it feels wrong too, because it wasn't pure hate just to be spiteful, but somebody who felt really triggered in a way I still don't get... Replying to it is probably pointless, but maybe I will sit down done day and write an objective, reasonable reply. I don't know.

Do you write smut?

*cackles* Oh, you could say that. I think my longest smut scene to date (yes, just one scene) is about 17k... I tend to go into detail and then include the mushy feelings and all the sensations that the five senses feed into the brain and boom, you get a really long juicy scene. Happens to me all the time ^_^V

Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Rarely, because I'm not a big fan of crossovers. They need to be really well done in order to work (for me, at least), and the only occasion where I really really really had to write a crossover is Touched, which is Generation Kill and Band of Brothers, where I get Doc Bryan and Doc Roe to meet, but without changing the canon timelines or playing with time travel or something like that - so old medic meets and mentors young corpsman, with some extra plot thrown in. Well, who doesn't love the HBO War medics...? ;D

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No. Not that I know of, anyway. So I hope not? My art gets reposted without permission quite a lot, though. Even had some of my manips manipped over by somebody and they cut out my signature. That sucked.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Several. I think there's Chinese, German, Russian and Spanish among the languages some fics got translated into.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not before a few weeks ago, when @mac-and-geese and I started a wee pet project. It's still in the works, but it will be awesome!

What's your all-time favourite ship?

Oh dear, how am I supposed to answer that? There are so many fantastic pairings out there...

If I look at it from a reader's perspective, then it's Fraser/RayK from dueSouth. In the fandoms I write for, I would have to say Ray Person/Doc Bryan from Generation Kill.

What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Actually, I don't have one that I doubt I will ever finish. It may take time (because damn my busy RL, and why do I have to work to pay rent?!?), but I will finish all of them (to be fair, I only have four wips that I have posted). I'm tenacious like that. I simply can't bear leaving things unfinished. It eats me up inside, so I finish my fics for the sake of my inner peace alone XD

What are you writing strengths?

I think I'm quite good at crawling into many different character's minds, getting comfy there, absorb their personality and then write from their POV. Even for characters I don't actually like.

What are your writing weaknesses?

I'm too wordy. I just can't keep it short. I don't think I'll ever be able to write a drabble, not even if my life depended on it...

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

If it's one of my languages, okay, but if it's one I'm not able to speak, it's bound to end up being very wrong and cringy (yes, google translate, I'm looking at you). Especially if it's longer sections of dialogue I prefer to mark it in some way that there's a language switch, like italics or something like that, and still write it in English. It's easier to read for people, and not everybody will know the respective language, so it'll screw up the flow. I personally hate having to search for the translation at the end of the fic, so I don't do that to my readers. I have no issues with using words/nicknames etc in another language, though, especially when they're easily understandable or I can include the meaning/translation in the story.

First fandom you wrote for?

Lord of the Rings, Éomer/Haldir. No, wait, before that there was a Pirates of the Caribbean fic that was so bad that I don't even have it anymore and I'm glad that the archive where I posted it doesn't exist anymore XD

Favourite fic you've written?

Oh my, that's difficult... I think I'd have to say Like A Kitten On Truth Serum because it's the funniest fic writing experience I've had so far. If we go for the other end of the spectrum, then Of Losses and Promises is probably my favourite sad/angsty fic I've written so far.

All right, so my turn to tag (I hope I'm doing it right): @anthrobrat @mac-and-geese @jenkil @bookishdea

#fic game #writing game #ao3 game

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ettawritesnstudies · 6 months ago

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For context for anyone who's not in the know: Meta/Instagram recently started collecting EVERYONE'S data on EVERYTHING (posts, comments, captions, hashtags, etc. maybe even DMs but idk about that) and scraping it for their AI. In certain parts of the EU you could opt out of this if you could prove that your data has been found in the AI generated images, but if you were a smaller account that couldn't prove this or you lived in the US, Meta said "you have no data privacy rights, sorry not sorry, we'll steal your face, your art, and your identity."

Understandably, a lot of artists replied with "Fuck This, it's been impossible to get visibility here since you introduced Reels and started making the algorithm pay-to-play" and fled in droves to a new app called Cara. It's made by artists for artists, has a strict no-AI policy, and built-in integrations with Glaze, which is a program to protect your work from scrapers. At first sounded too good to be true, but then I reconsidered the sunk-cost-fallacy and decided to give it a shot.

I'm going to document my experience and experimentations and thoughts and hopefully turn this into a coherent blog post for future reference in a couple weeks but here's my initial reactions as someone who is Primarily a Writer and a Self Taught Hobby Artist that dabbles in both traditional and digital medium

oh my god the lack of ai and ads is so nice but the thing that gets me. that really gets me. is that there's NO VERTICAL VIDEO FORMAT. No reels. No stories. Just posts. It's so quiet. I finally have peace. I can think clearly. It's like the fog has lifted.

There's two different layouts for the home page - an algorithm YOU CAN CONTROL which lets you choose percentages of people you follow, posts from the network of mutual's mutuals, and posts selected from the app as a whole. I think it's something like 60/30/10 as the default but you can change those if you want. There's also a toggle to only view people you follow. I love this feature so much. A customizable algorithm is really nice to discover new people when you're brand new to an app and the choice to tune it when you want is so novel and refreshing. (this is something I saw on desktop, so you may have to change it on your computer to see it reflected in the app)

On your page there's also two different view: Portfolio and Timeline. Portfolio is like an Artstation profile of the work that you post, curated to show off your best pieces. Timeline works exactly like a tumblr blog - you can repost (reblog) other people's work, make text posts, share doodles, etc.

Overall the vibe is still very Professional :TM: All the work I'm seeing in my feed is gorgeous, finished/rendered pieces maybe accompanied by progress shots. The big popular names in the Art Industry get all the attention and likes, and everyone else is just kind of... there. I've only had it for a day so I'm still trying to find my mutuals. I'm sure it'll become more casual over time but everyone is still trying to put their best foot first.

Because it seems like a place for professionals to connect - I think there is a place for Writers on this platform. Even if you aren't an artist yourself, I still think it's valuable to have an account just to lurk, collect inspiration and art styles from artists you like, and find people to commission for book covers, illustrations, character art, and more. If you post little doodles of your OCs, that could be fun. I just don't think it's the right place to market your book.

The platform blew up from 40K users to 650K users and the poor dev team is struggling under the workload and financial burden of running the site. They're going to have to monetize it at some point, and with that comes enshittification so I'm not holding my breath it'll stay untainted forever, but I'm hoping that when they do monetize it, it'll be through a subscription-based platform or getting large corporate sponsors to become like a LinkedIn for Artists

So far I have one post up, which is the full cover art for "First Flight of Spring" (one of my Ko-Fi stories). It's the first place that hasn't compressed this monster file which is super nice, so if you want to check that out, I guess you can follow me. And if you're on Cara, drop your information in the comments! I'd love to find other users!

Made a Cara account! Not entirely sure what I'll post yet, I'll probably lurk for a while until I figure out how to promote myself because I'm primarily a writer and the app is very much for artists, but I'm thoroughly enjoying all the beautiful art and the blessed silence that comes with the absence of vertical video.

#cara app #etta rambles #writeblr #writeblr community #etta's art #cara #no ai art #cara artists #artists against ai #fuck instagram

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