#metal plate gauntlet gloves

[leatheredlibrarian]

Got gloves?

Got gauntlet?

Got glove play?

This is my own pair of gloves. I photographed them myself and placed them in the GearFetish website the same month that I bought them. Sadly, GearFetish.com died years ago (before COVID came into town).

Feel free to contact me directly if you have concepts of how these interesting gauntlet gloves could be put to good use.

Sincerely, LeatheredLibrarian at Tumblr.

Located in Salem, Oregon, USA.

[aramynx]

ALL IS FAIR IN LOVE AND WAR

KATSUKI BAKUGO X READER

You and Katsuki have known each other since middle school, and have always notoriously been at each others' throats as naturally gifted students. Things take a frustrating turn when you both end up at UA, as those darned teenage hormones begin to run high…

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“You look like a dork.” Katsuki said, glancing over at you as you walked out towards the training grounds.

It was your first time wearing your hero costumes and the excitement hadn’t quite had enough time to settle down- you were thrilled! Katsuki’s hero costume was just as intimidating as he had always said it would be, with comically large grenade-shaped gauntlets adorning his forearms, and some metal knee pads for some reason. What really puzzled you was the ‘headgear’ he was sporting.

“You seriously kept those in the design? I thought it was ‘vandalism’.” You giggled, pointing at the spiky plates portruding from the sides of his head, contrasting his ashy blonde hair with bright orange and black.

•

Over the summer you had gone to his house to see Mitsuki, who had invited you over to celebrate you, Katsuki, and Izuku getting into U.A, only to find him hiding away at his desk sketching out designs for his hero costume. All of them were quite similar, baggy trousers and a tank top, each with a different variation of accessories or items.

“The hell are you looking at?” He asked, staring up at you.

“Your costume designs, duh.” You responded, “What if you added something like this?”

You leaned over one of his rough sketches that he had seemingly discarded in favour of another and picked up a nearby pencil, drawing on the spiky head accessory.

“Stop vandalising my designs.” He had ‘shouted’ quietly, snatching the paper back from you and crumpling it up before he tossed it off of his desk, landing it in small bin beside his desk.

•

You smirked, knowing he had probably gone out of his way to pull it out once you and Izuku had gone home. Despite having initially drawn them on as a joke of sorts, they did turn out kind of cool; they blended well with his hair, at least! His sour expression formed a scowl again.

“Shut up. I just forgot to erase that part when I submitted it!” He defended, “You don’t have room to talk!”

You shrugged as Katsuki angrily pointed towards the ”X” designs adorning the sleeves of your costume.

•

You had been sketching out a design during one of your last days in middle school, keeping at it until classes were over for the day. Katsuki had come over and looked, saying that your design was lame, and scribbled some crosses onto the sleeves when you asked, “Well, what would you add then, smart guy?”

•

“I just thought they looked cool, Kats, no shame in that.” You smiled, “Does it make me look intimidating?”

“Of course it doesn’t, have you seen your damn face?!” He smirked mockingly, poking your cheek rather aggressively with his new rough gloves.

“Guess I’m just too cute to be all scary and intimidating, unlike somebody I know.” You responded, saying his hand away quickly before you jogged over to your newly formed friend group, leaving a scowling Katsuki behind.

He was starting to get frustrated with all your teasing; the way you knew exactly how to get under his skin no matter what he said to you- it was annoying and he hated that you were almost always right. Even though you had known each other for years, it was only recently that Katsuki noticed that you were… actually kind of…cute? He felt his cheeks tingle a little as he watched you run over to your friends, smiling brightly and bobbing up and down on your feet in excitement, the way you spun around to show off your costume to them- even stopping to draw attention to the crosses detailing the sleeves.

“Too damn cute.” Katsuki thought to himself, almost allowing a small smile to creep up onto his face before he shook himself out of it.

Having these thoughts all of a sudden was unusual- he had never looked at you like that before. Katsuki didn’t know what changed, but over the last few days he had started to see you differently, and he didn’t like it. He didn’t need this right now. What he needed was to focus on becoming the best hero he could be.

…Right?

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[gilverrwrites]

Quick and Dirty

Pairing: Captain Boomerang/Reader

Digger has an idea, it involves highly inappropriate usage of the Speed Force Gauntlet. (Please ignore the fact that the gauntlet doesn't actually extend to the fingers - at least i'm pretty sure it doesn't)

You're currently reading the AFAB version

>[Please click here for the AMAB version]<

Rating: 18+

Words: >800

Content: Established relationship, coercion (kinda), clitoral stimulation, vibrations, dirty talk, spit, swearing.

Please remember: to do the things that make you happy.

“No. Fucking. Way.” You warn, leaning back against the wall and crossing your arms defensively. “You keep that thing away from me.”

“Oh, come on, Darlin’.” Digger is still smiling, crooked, confident, casual. He gestures to the speed gauntlet strapped to his other arm. “It’s perfectly safe. You’ve seen me usin’ it.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of.” You examine the glove in question. It would be a lie to say you weren’t intrigued. You didn’t know much about the speed force beyond whatever half-truths Digger rambled on about, it seemed intricate, and unsafe. But Boomerang was a good lay, and he’d used that thing to save your skin in the field more than once, so you were willing to tentatively hear him out. “If that thing goes off midway, I don’t want my bits going with it.”

“That won’t happen… Probably.” Concern did flash across his face briefly, but it was quickly hidden by his usual bravado. He stepped closer to you, not quite close enough to touch, but enough that you could smell him, that you could feel the high energy radiating from him. Or maybe that was the gauntlet. “Have a little faith in ol’ Boomer, aye. I’ll treat you right, make you feel real good.”

“Okay… but if anything happens to mine.” You point to your crotch before gesturing to the growing erection in Digger's trousers. “I’m using yours as target practice.”

That might have been a boner killer for other men, but Digger's enthusiasm when it comes to sex or showing off knows no bounds, and this is a perfect opportunity for both. His eyes glint with mischief, with victory. He licks his lips, and you know there’s no backing out now, you’re fucked.

Digger maintains eye contact as he reaches out, there’s no pleasantries. He makes quick work undoing your trousers, hooking his gloved fingers in your panties, and pulling them both down until they’re positioned halfway down your thighs.

“What, no foreplay?” You challenge, raising your brows at him.

“You’re not gonna need it.” The look he gives you is so coy, so amused. It should fuel your cynicism, but it looks hot on him. “But, since ya asked so nicely, I guess I can spare a lil somethin’.”

He rests his unarmed hand on the wall beside you and leans in, occupying your lips with his. You’re only allowed a moment to enjoy it before you feel the brisk metal finger plates of the gauntlet slide between your slit. You hiss at the contact, and Digger pulls his hand back immediately.

“Sorry bout that. Shoulda warmed it up first.” His expression flips to sheepish as he brushes his fingers against his scarf. He blows on it a few times before spitting on his index finger and continuing. “Right, let’s try that again.”

He resumes the position, one hand on the wall, one hand slinking back between your legs, and his face just inches from yours. The temperature has barely improved, but he’s able to sink his fingers back in without causing you to flinch this time.

You’re still unprepared and admittedly unimpressed thus far as he starts circling your clit. To give him a fighting chance, you close your eyes, hoping it will help you focus on the feeling.

“Aye, no no no. Keep your eyes open.” As you follow his instruction, you hear a quiet whizzing from below, a lesser sound than the gauntlet's normal powering up. “I wanna watch your reaction.”

Then it hits you, an intense pulsing pressed against your most sensitive area, like every vibrator ever invented is being utilised on you in that single moment. The wall prevents you from being able to roll your head back, so you stare at Digger, wide-eyed as your body tingles and burns.

“Shhhhiiiiit, you like that.” His voice is dripping with fervour, and it only serves to add an extra level of throbbing to your cunt. Already approaching your climax, you’re unable to find the words to respond, instead fisting your hands around Digger's leather lapels in anticipation. “You reallllly like that, don’t ya?”

A nod is all you can manage as you begin to jerk and quiver, hitting your climax in record time. It’s hot and searing, like lightning is running through your whole body.

The tips of your fingers and toes, among other things, are still twitching as you start to catch your breath moments later. You can barely comprehend whatever Digger is prattling on about. He’s waving the gauntlet around, his arm moving so fast you can’t make it out. There’s lots of brash laughter and ‘I told ya so’s. You’re finally able to fully tune in as he muses, “How many rounds of that can handle, I wonder?”

[the-mandawhor1an]

Just a scratch - Din Djarin x Reader drabble

Summary: Life as the assistant in a droid-operated doctor’s office isn't eventful. That is, unless a certain frequent visitor ends up in your capable hands again. This time he’s in for a bit more than just some bacta  Warnings: 18+ content, MDNI! brief description of wounds, some Mando’a (translation at the end), no face reveal (sorry!), allusion to sexytime A/N: This was fun! This little drabble is for @janaispunk’s 1500 follower celebration. The prompt was “neck kisses” and our boy Din – I decided to play around with a younger Din and the prompt basically screamed for an inner conflict about his oath (His age isn't mentioned but in my head he's in his 20s here) Fun fact, the actual fic part is exactly 1500 words. Unbeta'd, be nice 🙏

It is a slow day today, boring even.

So boring that you decide to clean the reception, dust off the high-shine furniture while listening to the low hum of all the equipment in the adjacent room. Your name badge rustles with every swipe of your arm. The light above you flickers. It is late in the evening, close to the end of your shift. 

To be quite frank, you like it like this. 

Empty. Peaceful. Tranquil.

Working in a doctor’s office, you’re regularly presented with emergencies that drain your energy quickly. Yes, the actual healing is mostly done by droids, but you occasionally have to lend a hand. Some people don’t trust droids. Or they are scared so you end up taking care of them.  

You understand to a degree. Sometimes the ‘doctor’ malfunctions and it’s your job to make sure it doesn’t harm the patients. And – because of your regular maintenance, you’d like to think – nothing has ever happened since you started your job here. Basically you are both a mechanic and the receptionist. And, well, the healer for certain patients that under no circumstance want a droid near them.

Such as the Mandalorian who has visited the office quite often now. In fact, you’re sure he deliberately stays close to the space port just to make sure he can see you when he is injured. 

He never really talks much until you start your process. He likes to tell you about where his injuries come from. He’s a bounty hunter, that much you have figured out by yourself. Most of his wounds aren’t threatening to his health, scratches, bruises, an occasional concussion. 

Today is no different. Just as you are about to take off your name tag, the door opens and he stumbles in. You’re familiar with the sound of his steps and take no time to get the med droid out of the exam room. 

He plops down on the table and starts removing his cape. 

“Well, what do we have this time?”

You don’t even need an answer. The hole ripped into the flight suit and the dark stain on his shoulder says enough. “Got bitten,” he states. With your head slightly tilted, you ask “You got bitten?”  The helmet halts for a second, staring at you. He said what he said. 

“May I?” you ask, offering a hand in taking off the metal plates that have to come off before you can tend to his wound. He nods and you carefully detach the shoulder plates. He hisses underneath the helmet. “I’m sorry,” you murmur. Placing the armor parts gently on the table next to him, you watch him take his gloves off. The gauntlets follow, as does the chest plate. His fingers feel for the closure of his vest. “Let me get some Bacta while you’re busy,” you stumble when you realize you’ve been staring at him for a while.

“I need you to take the shirt off as well…” you add as you’re already halfway in the storage to get equipment and hide your blushed cheeks. Technically there is enough Bacta in the exam room, but you know he needs privacy. 

The topic of his creed has come up before – when you’ve been treating him for the first time. He had suffered a concussion and you wanted to check his head, but ultimately he refused and explained why. You didn’t understand then, you don’t now, but you don’t have to. You’re just here to make sure he isn’t dying, right? 

When you return, he sits there in all his glory. Broad shoulders, a toned back, a slender waist and that damn helmet on his head. Tan, freckled skin and, rather pleasant to see, there’s no bruises on him this time. You’ve seen it all. The scars, bruises, new, old; scratches, cuts, blaster wounds. But a bite? That’s new. 

With a hand on his wounded shoulder, you take out a small light to see if the wound shows any signs of infection. “I know we usually have a ‘don’t ask don’t tell’ agreement but I have to break that this time. How? And was that a bounty?” Again, he hisses as your fingers graze the skin, avoiding your touch by arching his back. “Yes,” he replies. What else would it have been, realistically? An animal? Not here. And certainly not with a bite wound up that high. Or this is a rather unfortunate bedroom accident. 

You take the Bacta and spray it on the bite mark. It’s not too deep luckily. Neither has it hit any larger blood vessel nor are his precious muscles at risk. It probably hurts a lot, but he is used to pain. “Not a human, of course,” he says as the spray starts closing the little marks the teeth of the quarry have left in his flesh. With a damp wipe you wash away the blood on his shoulder, far enough away from the wound that he shouldn’t wince again. But he does. “Fierce warrior, huh? Is it that painful?” You half-mock, but your concern still audible underneath. This isn’t a wound that should hurt. Judging by his behavior, it’s uncomfortable. 

“It’s not. It’s just … you” “Me?” You take a step back to look into that black visor. Sometimes you wonder how he looks like underneath it. If his face is as pretty as you’ve imagined. “I–” he stammers. “I’m not used to being touched. Not so close to the helmet.” 

“Oh,” you let out. It’s not loud by any means but he’s close, so he hears it anyway. “Do you want to wipe your blood off of yourself?” You offer the cloth with an outreached arm. He hesitates, staring at the stained fabric you’re holding towards him. The pain in his shoulder slowly dissipates and the throbbing leaves. “N-no,” he finally says. His voice is low, breathy. You can clearly see that his breathing is more labored. Is he anxious? 

The hand with the rag slowly retreats and you take a moment to process what he says. “Do you want me to–” He nods, so you continue wiping away the blood. The holes in his skin have closed up and now only a set of pink little spots remains. His blood has traveled far down his back and you gulp before slowly moving down with your hand. His skin is warm and you can’t deny that there is suddenly a weird tension between you two. He sits here, watching you touch his exposed skin. You’ve done it before but never so close to his neck. Is he sensitive? As the side of your hand brushes against his neck, he flinches. You do it again and the helmet turns to face you. For a few seconds you stare at each other. 

You’re standing in between his knees, a respectful distance between your bodies otherwise. “I would’ve never guessed that,” you take your unoccupied hand and let your fingertips wander over the other side of his neck. He shivers and exhales sharply. 

He leans into your touch. The beat of his heart is visible, a vein pulsing underneath your index. “Don’t,” he hushes. Don’t what?

You halt the movement of both of your hands. He hesitantly extends one arm and rests his hand on your waist. First you expect him to push you away, but rather than that – he pulls you closer. He straightens his back until you’re almost eye to eye. You know he’s broad, but being so close to him made that abundantly clear.

“Don’t stop,” he pleas. The softness in his voice could melt your heart. The cloth falls onto the table behind him, squelching upon impact with the cold metal surface. Both your hands rest on his skin, drawing small circles on his neck. 

“Can I take that as confirmation you’ve been staying close on purpose?” Again, he nods. “I hope you’re not getting injured on purpose though,” you say with a smirk. A single chuckle emits from underneath the helmet. “I’m not, not any more at least.” you shake your head in amusement. “Could’ve just said something. Ask me out or something.” “And what would we do? I can’t take that helmet off.” 

I have an idea.

Leaning forward, you stroke over his shoulders and down his arms, making way for your lips to brush his shoulder. “Osik,” he curses under his breath. You’ve heard him curse in Mando’a before so your smirk just grows. Your lips travel up his shoulder, until they finally reach his neck. “I mean,” you talk in between kisses, feeling him melt against your chest. “I know something we could do that doesn’t necessarily need the helmet to come off.” On your life, you swear you hear him whimper. The battle-hardened Mandalorian whimpers. Because you offer what he probably has been waiting for for a while now. 

“Would you like that?” You tease. His hand travels down your waist. As it ends by your hip, his second hand joins. “Yeah.” 

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Osik – shit 

[procrastinatorrex]

“Absolutely not.” When Merlin looked up the prince was blocking the door. His eyes glittered in the fire, twin chips of ice. “Excuse me?” 

“You heard me.” Arthur crossed his arms; his gauntlets clanged against the chestplate he still wore. Dirt was smeared on the edge of the plate, stained the collar of his tunic a rusty brown that contrasted with the soft, tanned skin of his neck. Merlin could see the pulse there, steady, but fast. He was human. Vulnerable. Even so, he was not one to be trifeled with. Arthur planted himself between the snarling fey and the door with grim determination and, human or not, he may as well have been a wall; impenetrable Pendragon will wrapped in iron.  

The magic hadn’t settled yet after the battle– it mingled with the desperation, a mixture that buzzed like adrenaline in Merlin’s veins, tingling in his fingertips. He would make this mortal obey him. How dare this human presume to understand the machinations of the Court? How dare this man attempt to trap a Prince of Faerie. 

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“You dare–” The slide of metal cut off the furious words. Merlin drew back with a hiss. He felt his fangs, sharp on his lip; “you dare to threaten me!” Tears– of rage, no doubt– pricked at his eyes, the betrayal was like a wound, though Excalibur was limp in Arthur’s hand, the deadly tip pointing at the floor. 

Arthur’s gaze softened, “You fool,” he said, his voice low, like the point of his sword, “I can’t let you leave. I can’t. You can’t honestly have expected anything else.” 

“You have no say–” The sting faded under the sadness on Arthur’s face. The look in his eyes wasn’t anger, Merlin realized, it was fear. Fear for him. “Arthur, you can’t keep me here.” 

“I can try. I have to try–” His voice broke when he added; “They’ll kill you, Merlin. They’ll rip you apart.” 

The two princes stared at each other. Human and fey, barely an arms length apart, and yet in two different worlds. Finally, Merlin sighed. “I cannot ignore the summons. They will only come here. Your people will suffer, and then they will take me back to the Court all the same. I can’t escape judgment for my crimes.” 

“What you did wasn’t a crime.” Arthur snapped, frustration adding a sharp edge in his voice. 

“Loving a human is a crime.” Merlin argued, automatically. The words registered a second later and he froze, eyes wide. “I– I didn’t–” Blue locked with blue, and Merlin felt the blood drain out of his face– “I didn’t–” but the human was on him before he could even consider what to say. The legendary blade clattered to the floor as gloved hands fisted in the front of Merlin’s battle leathers and dragged him toward Arthur. The human prince kissed like a man possessed– like this was his last chance. It probably is, some part of Merlin’s mind reasoned, but he couldn’t be bothered to care just at that moment. He met the human prince enthusiastically, leaning into the soft warmth of Arthur’ mouth, so much more yielding than the rest of him. It was like flying, falling, and being pulled all at once. 

Arthur was warm, hot even, flush from the battle and from the rush of letting go. Merlin recognized it, because the same sudden, unexpected freedom sang through his own blood. Merlin’s hands slid across Arthur’s chest, up over his shoulders and to his neck, searching for any exposed skin. There was frustratingly little. Merlin pulled back from the human’s lovely mouth to pant against his lips, “you are wearing armor, human.” 

Arthur laughed, responding by peppering Merlin’s face with small kisses; on his lips, one for his chin, trailing across his jaw. When he reached his destination the prince bit gently on the slightly pointed shell of Merlin’s ear and purred, “Good thing you have magic isn’t it, fairy?”  

[lambsouvlaki]

hey! no clue if you’ll like this idea but thought i’d give it a shot. i was reading one of my favorite books the other day and there was a quote that reminded me of a dynamic/idea that i’d love to see with Jason. since i have no clue what the dynamic is called i’ll just show you part of the quote to give you the general idea (obvs have however many liberties you want. i just don’t know the name for it).

(“I want you to stay. I want you to… I want you.”

“And how will you have me?. Fully clothed, gloves on, your head turned away so our lips can never touch?”)

i can imagine it would be pretty angsty and angry.

Ooh I love this. Have a mini-fic.  

(I’m going with Arkham knight jason because that’s the sandbox i’m playing in right now.)

~

“Take off the helmet,” she said. 

The glowing front panel looked down at her, the LEDs of its display unchanging in their cycle. 

Just outside the room the heavy boots of the militia thudded against the metal floors. The light flickered beneath the door as they moved back and forward. 

They stood barely a foot apart in the semi-dark, at the foot of her bed. Her breathing seemed so loud. The helmet silenced his entirely. 

He didn’t move. She could read so much from his body normally, the rage driving him when he marched, the focus in his steady hands when he took apart his weapons, the refusal to bend in his broad, tense shoulders. Then he looked at her, and she saw nothing. Only a blank mask, and a body that faced her but would never close the distance.

 She lowered her head. 

“I get it.” She turned towards the door. 

He caught her arm. Her breath hitched. His hold was gentle, as soft as a plated gauntlet could be.

“You don’t.” His modulator was quiet, but harsh. It couldn’t be anything else. “I want you to stay. I want you to… I want you.”

She turned back. He was closer now. For a moment she felt the desperation to reach to her in his hold, in the tightening of his fingers, an urgency and need straining against a refusal to step closer. 

She let out a shaky breath and looked up at him. Her hand rose to gently cup his jaw through the helmet. She hoped he could see the need in her eyes. The understanding she would extend if only he trusted her enough to try. How much she yearned for him.

The unblinking display looked back. 

"You want me like this?" she whispered, desperation warring with rising anger. "Fully clothed, gloves on, your head turned away so our lips can never touch?”

He let go.

She closed her eyes, then walked away.

[symphonic-scream]

Okay. The P4 Tokyo au. Here are the outfit themes

Yu Narukami [Prince]

For this, it's half royal half knight. So he has gauntlets and some metal plating on his legs, but leather boots, and a prince costume style top. He's got a black crown of thorns on his head, and his mask is pure white, with gold accents. Sharp angles and shit

Teddie [Kuma]

He's Teddie. He looks like Teddie. In the real world he's a little Bolognese style dog, toy poodle size. Fits in Yu's bag

Chie Satonaka [Merc]

So she's. Based on Kung Fu movie garbs. I was thinking a bright green version of the iconic Ip Man look, with a dragon themed mask. Fangs down the bottom, and two little mock horns in her hair?? But she'd have like, sneakers. Big chunky sneaks

Yosuke Hanamura [Captain]

Camo pants. Big leather boots. A black techwear/tactical jacket, and his mask is like the upper half of a paintball mask. Dark green. His lower face is exposed, but he has an orange scarf that's torn up a bit

Yukiko Amagi [Phoenix]

She's based on ribbon dancers! Flowy red/orange shirt, into pants of the same style that are the kind that look like they're a skirt sometimes? Flowy and billowy. Hair is an elaborate ponytail bun thing, with a sort of halo of red feathers. Her mask is also feathered, but they look like fire

Naoto Shirogane [Rider]

For Naoto, I went with a highwayman theme. A gentleman robber. The large tricorne hat, the suit, a cloak, older leather shoes or boots, all navy and black, with a cloth mask. Like, for the mask. Think of the Princess Bride

Rise Kujikawa [Starlight]

A skirt, thigh highs, sneakers, bows in her hair, long gloves, sleeveless top. All a base colour of black with pink and silver glitter, so she shines, drawing all the attention to herself. Her mask is themed like a masquerade mask, all elegance and beauty and shine

Kanji Tatsumi [Fixer]

It's a play on the sort of nickname someone would get in the mafia or Yakuza. His mask is like shaded glasses, and he's street link styled but. He's carrying knitting needles and spools of thread and wool. His main tone is purple

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So yeah. That's everyone?? Let me know what you think

[conchiferrous]

sai file cleaning day

[IMAGE ID, IMAGE 1: Digitally drawn doodle page of various One Piece characters in a more cartoony art style where everyone has big heads and noodley limbs. Drawing 1: The first drawing is of Sanji and Bartolomeo. They're drawn waist up and Bartolomeo is grabbing Sanji by the torso and biting his arm with a wall eyed expression. Sanji appears to be only mildly surprised by this. Drawing 2: Waist up drawing of Carrot arc welding with her right arm. She's wearing a standard welding mask, a fire proof jacket, and a leather gauntlet glove on her left hand that she's using to hold her right arm steady as she makes a tee weld in the flat position with small metal plates. Drawing 3: Full body doodle of Luffy wearing a creeper t shirt, a jacket, basketball shorts, a bracelet mostly obscured by the long sleeves, and a chew necklace. He still has the straw hat and flip flops as well. He's looking off to the right with a blank neutral expression. Drawing 4: Franky doing surgery on himself, drawn from the thighs up. He is in the earlier stages of the cyborgification. He's laying on his back, holding himself open with his left hand that's a simple metal clamp, and his arms are bare metal pipes. His right hand is some kind of soldering iron that he's using to install a metal cylinder with a pipe coming out from the bottom in a zigzag pattern, replacing his stomach and intestines. His rib cage is visible as well, though there are no blood or organs shown. He has wheels installed on the sides of his hips. His head is still entirely organic and unchanged, and is looking down at himself, he looks very tense and stressed out. The only color in the drawing is Franky's blue hair and the line art on his torso is a gradient of blue to yellow to magenta. Also there's a little drawing of Sanji in the corner that looks like in was drawn in 20 seconds, he's dumbed down to a lanky black shape with long legs and huge feet, one big eye on a square head, and a long cigarette.

IMAGE 2: Unfinished sketch of Sanji and Luffy from One Piece, drawn digitally. The drawing is a spoof of the scene in the Whole Cake Island arc where Luffy tries to get Sanji to come back with him (the second time) and Sanji refuses. Sanji is turning away from Luffy and towards the viewer dramatically, arms crossed and hands holding his own shoulders, cape flapping in the wind, and a single sparkling tear rolls down his cheek. He is saying: "Get out of here and leave me alone, Luffy! You'll never understand me and my tragic past. Just leave me to die here!" in a cursive font where each capital letter has a little illustration of Cinderella over it like a fairy tale book. Luffy is staring at Sanji, in a much more simplistic style, contrasting against the relatively realistically proportioned Sanji. Luffy's staring at him with big eyes and giant pupils, with a completely blank expression. A couple of swords can be seen in the background, halfway driven into the ground. END ID]

[lolotheparagon]

Ranking Each Batman Suit/Character Skin from the Arkham Games - Part 3

Now onto the most underrated game of the series, Arkham Oranges. As Rocksteady were working on Knight, WB Games developed a prequel, Arkham Oranges, to tide ppl over and there are WAY MORE skins than before, most of them DLC but some are very creative and unique designs for the caped crusader, even if they are references to comic books I’ve never heard of

Let’s start with the Batman default design:

Default Batman Suit - 1/10

And it’s shit. OKAY, THE SUITS GET BETTER I PROMISE!

Extreme Environment Suit - 5/10

Look, I understand this is a thermal suit in order to fight Freeze during the Cold, Cold Heart DLC and the bright orange heat wiring is a nice touch but I’m sorry, this is just a jacked up Batman robot suit and that’s not iconic Batman.

Worst Nightmare Suit - 10/10

Okay WHY THE HELL DIDNT THIS GET INTO THE FINAL GAME?! I know timing restraints and save files being corrupted because of it but LOOK AT IT, ITS DARK, SINISTER, GOOFY AS FUCK AND I LOVE IT! HE LOOKS LIKE A HEARTLESS

60s Batman Suit - 9/10

I mean come on, it’s blasphemy to give an Adam West Batman skin less than an A+ rating.

Azrael’s Knightfall Suit - 10/10

What is this Loonatics Unleashed shit? I love it! It’s got everything, the jagged cape, the robotic gauntlets with claws like he’s a fucking Decepticon, the metal cowl with the curved collar edges like a with glowing red eyes, the completely unnecessary double leg strap, the bat-like spikes on the side of his boots like he’s a goth cowboy.

Thrillkiller Suit - 5/10

This is the most meh Batman suit I’ve ever seen. Cape’s too short, not enough colour to make the black and grey pop and it looks like it’s trying to go half and half with the superhero stylisation and realistic super suit designs in MCU/DCU and it just doesn’t work. I’ll give it points for the bright yellow utility belt and bat symbol though

Earth 2 Suit - 6/10

Marginally better than the Thrillkiller suit but I would’ve given it a higher rating if they made it with 20 percent more spikes and edges. Also where the hell’s the bat symbol? Gotta love those yellow leg straps though

Dark Knight of the Round Table Suit - 8/10

Now this is more like it! I love the medieval take on the Dark Knight, as they don’t just go for the default black and grey for the colour scheme. The dark blue goes exceptionally well with the silver plating. Love the translation of the spiked gloves to spiked metal plated gauntlets. The cape is nice and stylised and the black bat symbol is bold enough to stand out from the rest of the design. I wish the plated greaves were completely blue instead of just the feet, same with the hand section of the gloves. I also think the maroon belt is a bit out of place and I wish it was black to tie it together with the bat symbol or something. Also I still don’t like the idea of Batman with red eyes.

Earth 2 Dark Knight Suit - 3/10

Here’s my biggest problem with Batman having red and black as his main colour scheme. Red and black signifies danger and menace and while Batman is supposed to be a more darker superhero, going for the red and black just feels like a creative shortcut. Like Shadow the Hedgehog works in that the red and black of his quills is mixed in with white shoes, golden rings and tan skin, which gives off the impression of a character who’s dangerous yet approachable if you don’t piss him off. But with Batman, when you give him a Count Dracula cape, dark red eyes and a red bat symbol against a dark grey suit, it makes him looks way too scary and not fun enough to be a superhero. Also, that belt looks like a bunch of Jolly Ranchers fused together

First Appearance Batman Suit - 6/10

So this was the Batman’s very first design from the 40s. Honestly, I like how simple and colourful it is. In an ocean of murky yellows and brooding greys, having a suit that has colour outside of those is a breath of fresh air. I never realised how good purple gloves go with Batman’s suit. I do think it’s a little too simplistic, the gloves are missing those spikes and the bat symbol still feels incomplete without a bright ellipse behind it. I like the unique design of the utility belt, even though I have idea what that keyhole is for. But overall, I think it’s a fun retro piece of Batman design

[imclou]

Huum salut ??

I just stumbled upon your AU and i love it?? Wow i really like the concept. The first thing i noticed was their hands so sun has normal gloves and moon has a gauntlet with these sharp claws. And i was like- but they have the same body so how does it change then? And they i see the little chip that makes the changes depending on the light and i was like NO WAAAY that’s so cool!

But i didn’t quite understand how it works. Does it disappear when it switches like a dematerialization or is it absorbed ?

So yeah i just wanted to let you know how awesome your AU is! bisou bisous! :3

Salut! :D

Sorry for the delay Anon, my friend and i thought long and hard about your ask lmao. I assume you're talking about this post

First of all, thank you!!! They have a bunch of secondary sensors all across their body which trigger the chip on their hands to flip for the Precision rune to Domination based on light levels. It also operates the switch between Sun and Moon so basically : light = Sun and no claws ; no light = Moon + claws

So the way that it works is that when the lights dim, metals plates come out of the sides of the gloves to cover them and form the gauntlets.

It probably sounds confusing but i think it would sorta look like this : https://youtu.be/ZnX-yY5gwD4?si=S02RVdkKontdt86X&t=41

See? Metal plates that would unfurl to shape into gauntlets :D

We also had a second completely different idea for this but it'll be for an AU of the AU i guess

[redhoodinternaldialectical]

Just wondering, do you have a design in mind for Jason’s fallen angel armor from your Chained fanfic?

I do! In fact I have an insanely intricate idea of what exactly it all looks like! The design frankly might be far, far beyond my capacity as an artist to draw, but I do have it!

I'll use the (City of Heroes) Homecoming character creator to get the general silhouette

So, obviously this doesn't include the wings, nor the halo, nor the jawbones of Doomsday, and the detail work is not really what I imagine it to be on the gloves or boots, but this is the general shape of the thing. Lots of spikes facing out and to the sides, blood oozing from the gauntlets, no helmet, and something along the shoulders to catch strikes that sweep towards his neck

It's also definitely some kind of metal plate mail, with chainmail protecting the joints and filling in gaps, and underneath that is a very simple layer of linen tunic+pants

In my original drawing of his armor I wanted to make the neck guards into spikes, but quickly found that I simply wasn't capable of drawing that. I do really love the shape of the arms though

I don't think I have the reference picture anymore, but I drew this off of a very real suit of armor! (Also of note here is how the Halo of Darkness functions: It makes everything other than Tim and Jason appear darker. If Jason is in a character's line of sight, all else is darkened and difficult to focus on, thus making it appear as though Jason and Tim are glowing and real-er than the reality around them)

It also has filigree, every inch of it is covered in little details in this style

There's lots of stuff that's just gothicly decorative like the little skulls around the joints of Jason's fingers, but there's also two very important larger pieces that are quite meaningful. The one on the chestplate depicts Jason and Tim creating the secondary contract and signing the damned thing. The one on the back depicts the original contract getting made - this will likely be the only record of how that actually happened, and thus their only source of answers about who made it.

You will also have noted the glowing red insignia up there on Jason's armor. That is the Red Robin symbol and Jason's Red Hood chest symbol combined into one bird like creature encircled with Tim's full name written in the system of my conlang.

Tho the conlang's writing system has changed quite a bit since I first drew that, so the letters ought to look more like this now.

(by the by, a modified version of this is also what I use for the code language that Tim's two alters, Civil and Kayfabe, use in Triple Teaming the Double Threat)

If anyone wants a proper reference image I'd be happy to draw a new one up, seeing as how I lost the original non curved version :P

The gauntlets are of course clawed, and look something like the Daedric gauntlets of skyrim

Very spiney and clearly made with the assumption that if they got caught on anything, the wearer would simply have the strength to break through the obstruction.

Jason does have actual flesh and blood claws under there too, but they haven't really explored what his body looks like under the armor and the tunic much yet

speaking of! The wings do NOT attach to the back like this

NO SIRREE BOB!

Instead, they act like a second pair of arms below his normal arms, and there's an entire system of supportive bird chest anatomy attached to them. They're not anywhere near as big as they ought to be for the size of his wings, but Jason does have a keel, coracoids, and a wishbone

I'm working on some proper diagrams for how his anatomy works but for now this will have to do

(This is the best worst thing I've ever drawn and I was sobbing with laughter the whole time I made it lmao)

So, essentially he has an extended rib cage that the keel becomes a part of. There's a gap of tiny floating ribs where the shoulder bits and wishbone need to go. This is the main reason he gains a more than a foot of height in this form!

Jason tends to rest the 'wrists' of his wings on the ground like a pterodactyl. The joints are too similar to an actual bird's for holding them like an angel to be at all comfortable, like it'd almost be as bad as if you tried to hold your arms like that :P

The spine, ribs, keel, coracoids, and wishbone here are in blue along with a line to denote about where the pelvis starts. Pink is all the wing bones. I'm basing his stance off of someone using crutches, since I think that's roughly analogous to how he's distributing his weight when standing like this. He's got a bit of a gorilla walk going on, and definitely loses some flexibility in this form.

Now, he does have three pairs of wings and they all phase in and out of each other. This does absolutely mean that each wing's shoulder blades, pectorals, collar bones, et.c. also share space and phase in and out of each other. So if one wing is flapping down and another is flapping up at the same time, all of the associated muscles in his torso are moving in the appropriate ways for both of those motions at the same time. This looks incredibly weird lmao, tho obv this effect can't be seen when he's got the armor on

I'm def going to have many scenes devoted to exploring this form better, where Jason actually goes naked and pokes and prods himself as well as one where Constantine helps them examine the detailing on the armor.

Currently, I don't have any armor on the wings themselves aside from small, smooth paldrons on the wing-shoulders. Anything more would start interfering with the feathers, and I might ditch even that

In terms of the design of the armor itself, this anatomy mostly impacts the shape of the chest and back plates. The chest plate bows outwards conspicuously and is longer than it seems like it ought to be. The back plate might end up a little rounder too, idk by how much though, I'm finding it a little hard to figure out how much space bird shoulder blades take up!

Also, if you're curious as to species:

The largest wings are from male great-tailed grackles, very beautifully iridescent blue-purple-black, almost like an oil slick (it is almost IMPOSSIBLE to find a decent picture of these handsome boys with their wings open, it's driving me insane)

The second largest wings are from Buzzards (Black Vultures, not that kind of Buzzard, sorry Europeans)

The smallest wings are, of course, Robin wings

thank you very much for giving me an excuse to ramble about this anon!

[animaginaryartblog]

[Image ID: two versions of a digital painting of Blaze the Cat. They are based on a Trollhunters screenshot, but replacing Jim with an AU Blaze design.

Blaze wears armor similar to Percival's in Sonic and the Black Knight: small, rounded shoulder pauldrons, metal gloves with flared cuffs, and a metal chest plate on her torso with armor pieces hanging from the hips, resembling a tailcoat. Inset in the chest plate, above where her heart would be, is a gold amulet housing a shard of a red gem.

Along with the armor, Blaze wears her usual gold necklace and red bindi. Each gauntlet has a simple curling design on the top, with a red jewel inset in the center, matching her bindi. Under the armor she wears a white bodysuit, covering her legs and arms.

In the first version, Blaze is in her normal form, with lavender fur and yellow eyes. Her hair is not tied up but falling loose down her back, and violet bangs partly cover her bindi. Her armor is a silver-purple color.

In the second version, Blaze is in her Burning form. Her fur is pink, and her armor and blade are both gold rather than silver. A gold circlet pulls her hair back - not that it's needed, as both her hair and the tip of her tail have turned to scarlet flame. Her eyes, too, have the appearance of fire.

In both versions, Blaze stands against a stormy background, looming over the viewer. In her right hand she holds a flame. In her left, she holds her sword from Sonic and the Black Knight, pointed down at someone unseen. Lightning flashes behind her as she looks down at her opponent with an unreadable expression, eyes glowing gold. /end ID]

For the glory of Solaris, Sunlight is mine to command.

last Friday I had this all prepped and ready to post, wrote a whole long explanation of this AU's lore, and then the page reloaded and I lost the entire thing--or I thought I did, only for it to turn out the draft just saved to my main instead of here. so. see below for the referenced screenshot, an explanation of the AU, and some concept sketches.

[Image ID: a screenshot from the computer animated Trollhunters series. In the screenshot Jim, wearing his Trollhunter armor, stands against a stormy sky. He points his sword down towards something offscreen, his expression unreadable. Lightning flashes behind him. /end ID]

So a while back I got really into Tales of Arcadia with my brothers. it was brief, as my interests go, but during that time I, as is my wont, came up with a needlessly complicated Sonic AU starring Blaze the Cat. Because I never go about things halfway, I not only watched Trollhunters, 3Below, and Wizards, but I also went and read the original Trollhunters novel and some of the comics (and I would have read all the other novels too if they'd been available in our library and my interest had lasted longer).

Hence! The Sunhunter AU! It was originally called Shadowhunters, but I have too many AUs with "shadow" in the title anyway, and Sunhunter is more fitting anyway. Basic premise is that Blaze is the eponymous Sunhunter, and has been since she was a child, when she discovered the existence of the underworld and accidentally bonded with the amulet in a definitely-not-traumatic, totally-not-a-Disney-parent-death incident. Essentially, she fuses the roles of Jim from the show and Jack from the novel.

Blaze takes her duty extremely seriously and invests the bare minimum of time in her civilian identity. Who needs a childhood when there's an entire world to singlehandedly defend, amirite? Certainly not when the Black Arms are dangerously close to escaping and dooming the surface and the underworld both. But protagonists never get what they want.

With everything on her shoulders, it was only a matter of time until Blaze stumbled - and Marine was there to see it. Now she has to protect/put up with this young raccoon girl who refuses to leave her alone. This definitely will not lead to any burgeoning friendships, the development of a much needed support system, or discoveries about her enemies that she never would have made alone. No sir.

also it's Sonaze. because of course it is.

now for the concept sketches

that's right, we do speedpaints now! I mean, Procreate's always saved time lapses of my art, but now I'm actually going to try and share them! maybe! sometimes!

As you can see, I have a few different ideas for the exact mechanics of this AU. The first route would be to have humans still be, well, humans, and Mobians are either the equivalent of trolls, or a type of troll. This could be fun, but I doubt I'll go this route, since I like my silly little cartoon animals to stay silly little cartoon animals.

The other option is to have mobians living alongside humans, as in Sonic canon. From there I could either keep trolls the same as they are in Trollhunters canon, or replace them/supplement them with a Mobian equivalent. I do have the beginnings of some lore ideas for Mobians being split between the surface and the underground...

[thequeenofthestorm]

D&D Armor in Elden Ring

A Fashion Showcase & Advice

Read Part One here

Introduction

Hello! It's me again... already. Yeah I should just make these videos instead of rambling on Tumblr about them. Would you guys watch these as videos? I'm not making much content on my YouTube channel anyway. I can decide that later. Anyways, if you read my post from last night, you would know that I use the twelve different D&D armor types to make my character designs in Elden Ring. Well, I want to go over some different designs I've put together for each of the armor types. I want to use this to show some inspiration to those of you who may not know where to start, and to help show some techniques you can use to make characters with even the lowest endurance wear what looks like plate armor without going overloaded! :D

Before we get into it, I want to introduce our model. This is Tempest:

She's a copy of my original 100% playthrough that I used for my first DLC playthrough. As such, she has the most DLC armor of all of my characters, so she'll be our model for today! As one last little thing: if you haven't you should totally try other races rather than just standard humans for your tarnished! I've got a half wolf for example. I also have one who lives in death, multiple nightfolk, and Tempest here is a Draconian! It can be a fun way to tie your build to your character's design. Without further ado, let's get into it: starting with padded and ending at plate. We, of course, don't need to do unarmored because I'm sure you know how to do clothing. The image descriptions will have the pieces in each armor set, as well as their Elden Ring weight class (unarmored, robes, ultra light, very light, light, light medium, medium, heavy, very heavy, ultra heavy, and oversized)

Padded

Gambeson and Particularly Thick Cloth

Leather

Armor Made Of... Leather...

Studded Leather

Leather Armor With Those Tiny LEGO Bricks

Due to there only being one studded leather set, this is the only example I made.

Hide

Armor Made of Thick Animal Furs and Pelts

Chain Shirt

Shirt Made of Interlocking Rings

Alright, so if you read my last post you're likely looking at the right set a little weirdly. I've been deliberately using chestpieces from the lists of armor in each type until now, so why did I use a suit of armor from full chainmail (briar) for the chain shirt. Well, if it wasn't already obvious, it's because it still LOOKS like a chain shirt when used in this context. The lists are great for full sets, but it gets a lot more nuanced when you start making your own sets. As you'll see throughout a few more types of armor, I'll be trying to use chest armor that's not in the same category I'm building for. Thinking outside of the box a little really helps, as the armor on the right fits for a Raya Lucarian Battlemage with the coloring and the mask, while also being heavier than the armor on the left.

Scale Mail

Armor of Metal "Fish Scales"

Breastplate

A Fitted Metal Chestplate, Without Much Extra Protection

As with the chain shirt, this set's right outfit is using a chestpiece from outside the breastplate category. As with the chain shirt as well, this is to show that you can use sets from other categories to make armor of a desired type. For example, here we used the bloodhound knight chestpiece, which is half plate, but basically any suit of half plate or even full plate can be combined with some light greaves and gloves to make a breastplate with higher defenses! :D

Half Plate

The "Greatest Hits" of the Superior Plate Armor. High Torso Protection with Moderate Limb Protection.

Just like with the breastplate, I used a heavier chestpiece to make the armor on the right. This time, it's a full plate set of armor to make half plate. Just change out the legs for something with only about half of the legs protected, and you can make the gauntlets lighter too without compromising the type of armor.

Ring Mail

Armor made of large rings on a leather backing

You need to get very creative to make ring mail, and use armor that can be mistaken for ring mail. There's no ring mail in the game, so I used the shadow militiaman chestpiece for this, as even I'd mistaken it for ring mail originally when writing my first post on this topic.

Chain Mail

A Suit of Interlocking Metal Rings

So you'll notice that neither of these sets use one of the three chain armor sets in their chestpieces. For the left armor set, it's because the surcoats are individual pieces of armor, which I didn't sort in my last post. For the right, I used the common soldier cloth armor as a tabard, in a similar way the surcoats are used. With the way the armor is laid out, it's implied that chainmail is under the cloth.

Splint

Metal Strips Riveted Onto a Leather Backing

I'll be honest, the Gaius one was a challenge on my part. Gaius's chestpiece kinda sucks to work with lol

Plate

Full-Body Coverings Made with Shaped, Interlocking Metal Plates

Those two armor sets above use chestpieces (and just primarily armor) from the plate armor category. I want to show below two examples where I use robes to make the illusion of plate armor

Both of these use armor in the first two sections to make armor that gives the illusion of plate armor while being significantly lighter. Sure, you lose out on the poise and defense that a plate cuirass offers, but you still get more defense than if you built an unarmored setup using these. This same technique can be used for basically any armor type, but it tends to have the most effect with plate and chainmail. As a quick tip from me before I wrap this up as well, use Blaidd's or the Young Lion's gauntlets to make plated armor even when the sleeves roll up on the robes you're using, as they have enough reach to hide the majority of your skin. This works even better when playing as a draconian, nightfolk, etc. due to their dark skin tones. I betcha didn't even notice the back part of Tempest's forearm sticking out of the armor on the left.

Conclusion

Welp, I hope that read wasn't nearly as long for you as the last one. If you want to see the first post, click here to see it! I hope to make one last part to show the fashion of all of my characters, which totals to roughly 16. I want to show their armor and explain what type of armor I think they're wearing and why. Just like this post, it'll also contain the armor pieces used for each one in the image descriptions! If you made it here, thank you so much for reading. This time, I WON'T be getting sleep because it's only 1525 and I have the rest of the day ahead of me, but I'll probably relax and play Elden Ring while I wait to see what the feedback is here! Goodbye :D

[gilverrwrites]

Quick and Dirty

Pairing: Captain Boomerang/Reader

Digger has an idea, it involves highly inappropriate usage of the Speed Force Gauntlet. (Please ignore the fact that the gauntlet doesn't actually extend to the fingers - at least i'm pretty sure it doesn't)

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Rating: 18+

Words: >800

Content: Established relationship, coercion (kinda), handjob, vibrations, dirty talk, spit, swearing.

Please remember: to do the things that make you happy.

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“No. Fucking. Way.” You warn, leaning back against the wall and crossing your arms defensively. “You keep that thing away from me.”

“Oh, come on, Darlin’.” Digger is still smiling, crooked, confident, casual. He gestures to the speed gauntlet strapped to his other arm. “It’s perfectly safe. You’ve seen me usin’ it.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of.” You examine the glove in question. It would be a lie to say you weren’t intrigued. You didn’t know much about the speed force beyond whatever half-truths Digger rambled on about, it seemed intricate, and unsafe. But Boomerang was a good lay, and he’d used that thing to save your skin in the field more than once, so you were willing to tentatively hear him out. “If that thing goes off midway, I don’t want my bits going with it.”

“That won’t happen… Probably.” Concern did flash across his face briefly, but it was quickly hidden by his usual bravado. He stepped closer to you, not quite close enough to touch, but enough that you could smell him, that you could feel the high energy radiating from him. Or maybe that was the gauntlet. “Have a little faith in ol’ Boomer, aye. I’ll treat you right, make you feel real good.”

“Okay… but if anything happens to mine.” You point to your crotch before gesturing to the growing erection in Digger's trousers. “I’m using yours as target practice.”

That might have been a boner killer for other men, but Digger's enthusiasm when it comes to sex or showing off knows no bounds, and this is a perfect opportunity for both. His eyes glint with mischief, with victory. He licks his lips, and you know there’s no backing out now, you’re fucked.

Digger maintains eye contact as he reaches out, there’s no pleasantries. He makes quick work undoing your trousers, hooking his gloved fingers in your boxers, and pulling them both down until they’re positioned halfway down your thighs.

“What, no foreplay?” You challenge, raising your brows at him.

“You’re not gonna need it.” The look he gives you is so coy, so amused. It should fuel your cynicism, but it looks hot on him. “But, since ya asked so nicely, I guess I can spare a lil somethin’.”

He rests his unarmed hand on the wall beside you and leans in, occupying your lips with his. You’re only allowed a moment to enjoy it before you feel the brisk metal finger plates of the gauntlet wrap around your half hard cock. You hiss at the contact, and Digger pulls his hand back immediately.

“Sorry bout that. Shoulda warmed it up first.” His expression flips to sheepish as he brushes his fingers against his scarf. He blows on it a few times before spitting into his palm and continuing. “Right, let’s try that again.”

He resumes the position, one hand on the wall, one hand slinking back between your legs, and his face just inches from yours. The temperature has barely improved, but he’s able touch your dick without causing you to flinch this time.

You’re still underwhelmed as he starts slowly pumping up and down your shaft. To give him a fighting chance, you close your eyes, hoping it will help you focus on the feeling.

“Aye, no no no. Keep your eyes open.” As you follow his instruction, you hear a quiet whizzing from below, a lesser sound than the gauntlet's normal powering up. “I wanna watch your reaction.”

Then it hits you, an intense pulsing, jerking you at an impossible speed. The wall prevents you from being able to roll your head back, so you stare at Digger, wide-eyed as your body tingles and burns.

“Shhhhiiiiit, you like that.” His voice is dripping with fervour, and it only serves to add an extra level of throbbing to your cock. Already approaching your climax, you’re unable to find the words to respond, instead fisting your hands around Digger's leather lapels in anticipation. “You reallllly like that, don’t ya?”

A nod is all you can manage as you begin to jerk and quiver, hitting your climax in record time. It’s hot and searing, like lightning is running through your whole body. Seemingly endless ropes of cum spills between your bodies, sullying both your clothes and the gauntlet.

The tips of your fingers and toes, among other things, are still twitching as you start to catch your breath moments later. You can barely comprehend whatever Digger is prattling on about. He’s waving the gauntlet around, his arm moving so fast you can’t make it out. There’s lots of brash laughter and ‘I told ya so’s. You’re finally able to fully tune in as he in as he declares; “We have gotta do that again, soon.”

[mvshr00m-1]

Future!Leonardo and Future!Donatello ref sheets!

These took way too long, so please interact and reblog lol

Alongside the two character sheets (which shows two front face versions, one in full gear and one that's more casual. And also some other stuff around them, like Leo's sword & arm and also Tello's tech bow and battle shell)

I did also do a lil height comparison thing cause I can, tello would be a little taller than Leo. Prove me other wise.

Some design things to point out:

For the most part Navy's (F!Leo) design is pretty similar to his canon design in the movie, except for some of the marking being moved or added, and of course I edited some of his clothes to fit better with my style.

But since Tello (F!don) doesn't have a canon design, I was able to get a bit more creative with him!

Aka i used Navy as a base, but gave Tello both arms, made his trousers longer (and purple of course), and edited the belt thing to fit his design more.

I also gave Tello two plastron cuts on one side (like in my og design), but inside of having the other side of his plastron have just a cracked off piece or having it covered with a metal plate, I just made it look like it got filled in with a plastron like filler.

He does have the same arm gloves like Navy (minus the bandages).

Of course since Tello is THE science lad, I have him a lab coat with the Donnie tech logo on his upper arms, and made it pretty long cause that would look cool af.

I did end up making a proper battle shell design that is a mix of all his other battle shells that he used when he was younger! It having holes on the side where his metal hands come out, and the purple part being able to open up and inside would be some mechanism that can look like his little jet pack thing, which he would make with his mystic, attaching it to his physical battle shell

He also has a more detailed upgraded arm gauntlet thing.

And he does actually have purple chin marks (which aren't visible due to his metal plate chin implant), and also has little purple marking under his eyes. Both resembling the markings Navy has!

In my og design for Tello he had a different style of leg prosethics, but I ended up changing it since it was hard to draw, and the idea of Tello saying fxxk you to the kranng and using their robot legs as a prosthetic just speaks Donatello lmao

Tello also has very similar goggles to his past self, but the metal being much darker and stronger. And of course its been upgraded too.

Finally both Navy and Tello have bright yellow eyes... One, cause it's cool as fuck. Two, cause I would say present Leo and Donnie would have brown eyes, but due to the radiation and apocalyptic environment their eyes would get a lot brighter and would glow in the dark a little. Small cool concept I have.

[theflashdriver]

Night of the Knight (Silvaze)

Blaze's pillow felt unusually hard tonight, that was a telltale sign she had fallen asleep somewhere besides the royal bedchamber. In her sleepy haze, the cat was failing to conjure up yesterday's memories. It had been a long day, that much was she could recall; she'd been pulled from meeting to meeting, visited at least three islands before lunch, and endured the endless pontificating of countless aristocrats attempting to obscure their ulterior motives. Yes, it was no wonder that she'd fallen asleep before she could reach her bed.

The cat rolled over and quickly found that the right side of whatever she was laying on was more comfortable than the left. Blaze debated keeping her eyes shut, returning to the rest she had stolen before she was too conscious to do so, but swapping positions had served to remind her of exactly where she lay. The weathered yet soft fabric she was lounged upon was that of a familiar couch. She'd fallen sleep within her private workspace at the heart of the royal library.

A surge of recollection carried on a yawn which slipped through the cat's lips; she'd been doing her due diligence. Rather than rest properly, she had decided to continue her studies of the Sol Emeralds in the hopes of further unlocking their hidden potential. Parsing through endless historical reports and the writings of prior guardians regarding powers ranging from defence to transportation and beyond had lulled her to sleep. She'd brought out the gems to aid in that research; she couldn't just leave them, discarded like the other tomes she'd abandoned within the library. That would be improper.

Squinted eyes peered across the space, expecting to meet with darkness only to sight a familiar hue of cyan spread-

A weight pressed into the small of the cat's back; a cold mass that sent a shiver down Blaze's spine and set her tail straight. He hadn't been here when she'd fallen asleep, had he just decided to join her? Why hadn't he woken her up?! Regardless of reason, the unannounced appearance of one Silver the hedgehog had certainly served to awaken the cat.

The cat rolled over once more, glancing a table littered with tomes and Sol Emeralds, before her confusion redoubled at the sight of Silver, so very close and... dressed in a full suit of armour? The time travelling psychic had left her dimension two weeks ago, planning to investigate the future and return with knowledge of the challenges to come. What manner of future could have prompted him to dress up like a knight? He had returned to her with all kinds of injuries before, but it was rare for him to bring back souvenirs from his journeys...

She'd first noticed the visor obscuring his eyes; sharp, angular, and ornate. Despite its holes to aid in vision, the sound of his muffled snores spawned a foolish parallel to a sleep mask in the cat's mind. The armour's colouration was bizarre too; even in the lowlight she could see similarities to his usual garb. Large golden cuffs edged the gauntlets that shielded his hands and marked the bend of his knee, outside of those much of the armour's colour was as silver as his fur. It was no wonder she had felt herself leant against something uncomfortable and hard; his torso was completely covered, even the spines on his back were encased in cold metal. 

Glancing down, she even found metallic versions of his old boots now clothed his feet. It was truly bizarre; it was as if this armour was made for him. He couldn't have pilfered it from a long abandoned museum, could he? The back of his gauntlets bore the same symbols as his usual gloves, the same cyan light seemed to emanate through them as easily as it did cotton. Such a coincidence would be ludicrous...

Her fingers brushed along the thick metal plate set atop his chest as she leaned closer. As gently as she could mange, the cat raised the visor that partially obscured his sleeping face. Though she would loathe to admit it, something about his soft resting features contrasted by the harsh angles of his garb tickled her. He'd slept rough over countless nights in long destroyed worlds, it was no wonder he could manage while dressed like this. If only he'd left off the chest plate, perhaps she would have slept through tonight alongside him...

Yellow eyes met with hers as he sleepily blinked awake. A tired smile marked his lips, she heard metal clank as the hedgehog heaved a stretch. She supposed it would be for the better that they properly retired for the night.

"Is it my turn to watch over the keep?" He blinked, eyes plainly adjusting to the lowlight, "Where is your armour...?"

"Unlike certain others, I don't believe this so called keep requires its guards to be armoured at all times," She rolled her eyes as she gave him room, "Let alone while they are sleeping."

"I merely nodded off, I surely wasn't asleep for more than a moment," Silver countered, jumping to his feet and pulling down his visor to hide a blush, "Regardless, I'm awake now. I shall make my way to the palace entrance and begin my rounds. Rest well."

She hadn't noticed the sword at his side until he drew it; the large, almost triangular, blade floated up to his hand from his wrist. Wrapped in a psychic glow, he seemed to use the weapon almost as if it were a torch- lighting the dark as this apparent knight turned to delve into a labyrinth of bookshelves. He truly did look like some anachronistic royal guard, set to make his rounds. It was more than a little rude that he'd dozed off beside her only to rush off, but truthfully the cat was simply happy that he had returned to her side in one piece.

Another yawn escaped the cat's lips as his light left her surroundings; had he really felt the need to lie and sleep beside her for the sake as part of some silly role-play? She supposed he had just wanted to show off his find from the future, but there were better ways to go about that. Regardless of the horrors he faced, the hedgehog was just as naive as she recalled. If she were more awake, she'd have surely chewed him out for being so foolish.

Heaving a stretch, the cat leaned forward to refresh herself on all she'd been researching prior to drifting off. The Sol Emeralds were set atop many tomes, she'd practically used them as bookmarks and paperweights. Rubbing her forehead, her tired eyes slowly grazed across the table. Articles, leather bound tomes, aged diaries, and all manner of first hand historical accounts of the Sol Emeralds usage- from which she'd been working on a breakdown of powers she potential had access to. She knew that the Chaos Emeralds could make wishes reality, she'd experienced that truth first hand, but in all of history it seemed such power had never been drawn from her reality's own gems...

In her observing, Blaze couldn't help but notice some of the dustier books abandoned upon the coffee table. Before the hedgehog had left for the future, they had spent much of their final days in this room. She had laid across his lap with a book of poetry in hand, only interrupted by his occasional overenthusiastic urge to show her something he'd uncovered.The great mixture of fantasy, history, and botany that spanned before her was so very him...

The sound of clanking metal played on the cat's ears, she could tell by the cyan hue entering her surroundings that the hedgehog was returning. She supposed, with him acting as guard, resting here wouldn't be quite as foolish. Perhaps he'd given up on whatever character he'd chosen to embody for their reuniting... or maybe this was the second part of that act. She quickly drew up one of the books he'd abandoned, setting aside the grey Sol Emerald that was lain atop it. She wouldn't ask this knight to join her or watch over her, his rounds were his to decide.

"The layout of the library appears to have changed since my last visit," She could hear the fluster in his tone, but did not look up from her tome.

"Is that so?" She wasn't truly reading the book, just staring into it.

"Indeed, I could have sworn the exit was by the alchemy section... but I can't seem to find it. Perhaps I'm more exhausted than I thought," This pages were strangely misprinted, there were great gaps in the text, "What are these?"

The cat glanced up from the book, finding the hedgehog had drawn up the purple Sol Emerald in his gauntleted hand. Her brows furrowed, this wasn't just a role play, was it? The oddities were mounting, he looked unharmed but something was surely wrong. Had his travels changed him in a different way? Had he once again lost his memories of their shared past?

"Silver," She squinted at him, "Did something happen to you in the future, are you okay?"

"Percival, how would I know if something is going to happen to me in the future?" He asked, entirely unaware, "And why are you calling me Silver?"

Percival?! Did he not even recognise her? Why didn't he recognise his own name? Was this some strange dream?

The cat bit the inside of her cheek as she rose, finding this situation was very real even if the Silver stood before her was not. A complete stranger, either that or a memoryless yet powerful psychic, was in possession of one of the Sol Emeralds- intentionally or otherwise, they had breached the palace grounds and had her at a disadvantage! She'd thought him her closest ally, she'd trusted him to lie beside her and watch over the royal palace. How could she have been so foolish?!

"Who are you?" Her tone was icy, how could she have allowed herself to mistake him for another? "Put that down. Now." "

"You know who I am," He did not drop the Sol Emerald, he sounded suspicious of her, "It's me."

He wore Silver's face as if it were his own! This fake could have stolen her kingdom's treasure, he could have attacked her while she slept, or even captured her staff. The fact he hadn't suggested that the hedgehog was peaceful, but Blaze couldn't take that chance. If this somehow was her Silver, then his mind had clearly been polluted beyond logical thought- he might have been sent as a weapon to stand against her. She had to apprehend him, she could ask questions later.

"Drop the emerald," She ignited a flame in her right palm, "Now."

"Eh? If you want to spar put on your armour," He shrugged her off, "I'm just looking at it, what's so special-

Blaze surged forward, bounding over the table between them to crash into the hedgehog fist first. Contact was made with his chest plate, with force and flame sufficient to send him skidding backwards across the carpet. He caught himself in an aura of cyan; halting before he could topple from his feet or collide with the opposing bookshelf. As he came to a stop, the cat effortlessly snatched the purple emerald from the air in which it'd been launched.

"What is wrong with you?!" The hedgehog spat, changing his grip on his weapon, "I won't-

She rushed in again, flaming fist primed to strike his face this time, only to meet with a mixture of metal and cyan. He'd raised his blade and enhanced his strength with psychokinesis, he'd used the flat of his weapon to block her attack! With a loud clatter his visor lowered itself.

"I won't let this challenge go unanswered," He growled from within the metal, "If you will not armour up, then so be it!"

His left hand pressed against the back of his sword, with a flash of cyan the guardian was sent flying backwards; she soared over the coffee table, catching herself just in time to land sure-footed upon the couch. Flames reignited in her palms- he was zigzagging toward her, rushing in a manner that betrayed logic. It was only as she prepared to pounced that she noticed his sword was missing, her gaze leapt from him just in time to see his blade rushing straight towards her, spinning like a deadly drill!

Blaze threw herself towards him, a Sol Emerald in one hand and flame in the other! The blade sped past her back but the hedgehog at her front was more than prepared- a gauntleted hand caught her own flaming claw with perfect synchronicity. Before she could melt the metal, psychic power flooded over her arm and snuffed all she had conjured.

"Do you think so little of me that you're fighting without a blade too?" Was that anger or pain in the knight's voice? "I am not one to be trifled with!"

The cat heard psychokinesis whir behind her, the blade had repositioned! She ducked just in time for the blade to scream over her head, flying not blade first but by its handle. In one swift manoeuvre he both snatched up the blade and sent a psychic shove through her form. The edge of his weapon was quickly put to her chin.

"What's wrong with you? It's as if you're not in your right mind," He was looking down on her, "You knew this to be folly, didn't you?"

The cat had fallen to kneel before this intruder, this bizarre knight wearing her companion's own likeness! Cyan energy still engulfed his left hand and her right, pressing the cat to crouch lower and locking her in place! Her teeth grit, the guardian's free hand clawed tighter around the Sol Emerald. Did he think this was over? That she would surrender under this, or any circumstance?! Did this invader not know who he was battling with?

Energy surged from the Sol Emerald, fire raced up her left arm, across her shoulders, and into her right. Bright orange flames burst through psychic sheiling with explosive force, the hedgehog was launched back but the cat would not settled for that little. She pounced as the hedgehog stumbled backwards, using the springing force to deliver a palm strike harnessing the very Sol Emerald in her grasp! 

A flaming blast exploded with the blow, striking his chest-plate and sending him spinning head backwards over tail. Flames now scattered across the green carpet, dancing to create a thin wall between her and the now fallen knight. She could see his shock through his visor as he lay flat on his stomach, his weapon on the ground but beneath his palm.

"I do not know who you think you are, but you are in the presence of Empress Blaze, Guardian of the Sol Emeralds!" Blaze announced, "Submit now or-

The knight moved, Blaze spun and kicked his hand without hesitation. His sword flew from his gauntleted grasp, Blaze braced for cyan to flash and the weapon to spin back towards her, but instead it hitched into the spine of an especially thick encyclopedia. She turned on her heel to face him once more, more than expecting to be met with a gauntleted punch, only to stare down at the near opposite. The hedgehog was kneeling, his head was bowed so very close to the flames spreading across the carpet.

"I have been a fool," He spat, lambasting himself up with his head lowered, "I should have seen the signs; your lack of armour, the change in the library's layout, finding myself asleep, and even those emeralds..." His fists balled, she heard metal clink, "A similar occurrence was said to have happened to our king... but why has it happened to me?"

"What are you mumbling about?" With a wave she dispelled the flames before they could catch his fur, leaving charcoaled carpet beneath them, "Speak clearly or prepare to face my wrath. Do not mince words."

"I am a most lost stranger in your lands, I have somehow found myself removed from my home with no knowledge of where I now kneel," She stepped closer, he did not look up, "And yet, albeit without intention, I have seen fit to intrude upon whatever manner of palace I find myself in and assault the one who stands to defend it... the one who undoubtedly protects this entire realm."

"Yes, you have," She refused to let her suspicion flag, even as he prostrated himself, "And you refused to heed my commands."

"Of course, yes, the emerald," Realisation seemed to hitch in his throat, "Surely one of the Sol Emeralds you guard. I have stolen from royalty without any cause, I have refused your instruction whilst intruding upon your fortress..."

"Y-Yes, you are correct," Why was her guard lowering?!

"Punish me however you see fit, your majesty," His hands relaxed but he still did not look up to her, "I accept my foolishness and all my wrongs, I take full responsibility."

Blaze hesitated, staring down at the armour-clad hedgehog for a full minute, but no more words came. What did he expect her to do? To throw him in some dungeon? To torture him? To burn him at the stake, as others had once feared she would? Perhaps he expected all those concepts in order. Wherever this invader originated from was surely archaic.

A sigh slipped past her lips, the cat could feel her tail swish. Could she trust someone who wore her best friend's appearance and matched his powers, but did not share his memories or the bond they had forged? She did not know this stranger, no matter how familiar he looked... but that also meant that she was wrong to assume the worst from him.

"I do not want to punish you, I want to understand you," She spat, "For you to be here means something has plainly gone wrong, and I believe you have a better understanding of what has happened than I do."

"Though I have seen no more than this room your highness, I am certain this world is not my own," The knight professed, "I have somehow found myself in a different castle, impossibly far from the one in which I belong. I believe that in my sleep I have somehow left my world to arrive in one that is different yet similar; the world in which you rule. I can assure you that I had no intent to invade your realm nor the sanctity of your palace, though I have plainly done so and deserve punishment accordingly."

Memories of times gone by played in Blaze's mind; of Sonic and Tails arriving in the Coral Caves, of Eggman Nega's various incursions, and of her Silver's not infrequent visits. She had been cast from her world before too, both purposefully leaving for missions and being made to by the Sol Emeralds. Had their power drawn this knight here too? Could she take him at his word, that he truly was lost and his arrival was unintentional? She had experienced such travel herself, but that did not prove anything.

"You would not be the first to intrude on me from another reality," She had been just as foolish as him, if not more so. She should have been faster to recognise that he was not her Silver, "My dimension has seen many otherworldly visitors, both kindly and dangerous. I doubt you will be the last."

She reached down a hand to aid him in rising, his fingers clasped hers but he did not move to stand. He gently tugged their shared hold closer to himself, their grasp disappeared beneath the knight's lowered head. Blaze felt something soft touch her knuckle, he'd released her hand before she could process what he had done. The dying embers that cloaked her body erupted back to life, once again the carpet was set alight!

"I have disgraced myself, soiled my honour, and besmirched my oath. I have drawn my weapon against one who was both unsuspecting unarmed, not to mention a woman of the highest nobility, for this I can never truly atone," His tone was that of Silver's when he was at his most serious, "I swear myself to you, in service and soul. I dedicate my mind and body to you in all moments, Empress. My life is for you to do with as you please," Were these wedding vows?! "My very will is forfeit. In recompense for my heinous acts, I now live only to serve you!"

As she grasped her retrieved hand the flames only surged brighter. She couldn't believe it, after all he had said and done, the knight had just kissed her! She tried to still her heart, ignore it as part of the chivalrous mannerisms that seemed to so ensnare him, but the princess could not. He wasn't Silver, this wasn't her companion, but he looked so much like him. She couldn't help but see the time traveller in the knight's place, couldn't help but imagine how she would have reacted to him being so forward. 

"Y-You," With a wave of her hand the growing flames smothered themselves though the fire burned on inside her, "Get up," He finally looked up at her, Silver's own obvious confusion was plain on his muzzle, "Now!"

"As you command, Empress," With a last deep bow he rose to his feet.

She turned away from him but the image of her own Silver still played in her mind, the warm moments they'd share upon every occasion that they'd reunite. Was that building to something like this? Would he one day kneel before her and kiss her hand? What would she do if that day came? Even hearing his voice calling her empress, there was something strange about it. She hated those monikers, but in his voice...

Her eyes shifted back to the intruder, she fixated on his damage in the hopes of escaping her thoughts. The knight's breastplate was badly burnt, so much so that the holes were present in the charcoaled metal; she could see that she hadn't damaged the flesh or fur beneath, but she had come very close to hurting him. Harnessing the full power of a Sol Emerald whilst in the depths of confusion had undoubtedly been foolhardy. Sure thought, it was only because he bore so much of Silver's likeness that pyrokinetic couldn't help feeling guilty. This hedgehog was from another world, he brought with him different norms and sensibilities. Even though this knight matched Silver so perfectly, she couldn't equate the two. It was wrong to... no matter how easy it was.

"Don't call me that," She instructed, "My name is Blaze, you will call me such, and I do not need you to commit your existence to me."

"Forgive me, your highness, but it would be improper for me to take your name in my mouth as if it were that of the common man," He refused, "Especially after wronging you so."

So he'd swear his life and service to her, but not call her by her name?! Not even at her own request? Hadn't he just sworn fealty to her? Well, she had just refused his service...

"You're so naive," She cursed her tongue for slipping, she was feeding into their similarities, "I'm going to send you home, as soon as possible."

Without another glance to him, the cat turned and made for the coffee table. Bending over, she set the purple Sol Emerald down and scanned her gathered literature for anything abnormal. There was a possibility that there was something encoded on the ancient parchments, that perhaps some lingering message had reacted with the ancient gems to conjure forth a knight. That wouldn't explain his appearance and powers, but she had been reading the notes rather plainly. Given that many of the texts were so ancient and secret, it was possible-

"My apologies your highness, but I must enquire..." Was he really going to keep using those terms?! "Given that you are a royalty, why weren't you more surprised to find me here? You didn't even question my patrolling of the grounds..."

"I have an ally who looks uncannily similar to you, he matches you in both power and voice. I didn't think it unlike him to acquire a suit of armour and play into such a role for fun, though that was surely foolishness on my part," She answered, examining the papers beneath each placed Sol Emerald for any new revelations, "Besides, I didn't exactly find you here. When I woke up you were asleep beside me."

"A million apologies, Empress Blaze," His ears had bent, he looked to be more hurt than he had been by any of her attacks, "For me to intrude upon your rest, not to mention share in it, that is most reprehensible and ignoble."

"Th-That's what's surprising you?" She fumed, turning to find him stood at full attention but staring down at the burned carpet, "Not that I have a friend who shares your exact appearance?"

"Well, Empress, we are the same in that regard," He continued to avert his gaze, "I mistook you for-

"Percival, the name you used," She'd put it together, "Am I safe in presuming she is a knight who shares my likeness, alongside whom you were guarding a castle? Or rather, a keep, to your term."

"Yes, you are very astute," Upon claiming that, his eyes jumped from the carpet to meet her, "N-Not that I did not expect you to be! Of course I did not, your highness," Just as quickly, his gaze tumbled back to the carpet, "P-Percival is so astute, she can finish my sentences before I know what I'm going to say, it's obvious to me that you are just as canny," She heard metal clink, as his head lowered further, "I hope she has not been cast into another world in the same manner as me, though I doubt she will have acted as poorly as I have..."

Though this replacement was even wordier than her own Silver, the knight wore his heart on his sleeve in much a similar manner to the original. His feelings for this female knight were surely at least similar to Silver's own for her; given how he'd spoke of sparring before, he plainly didn't treat this fellow knight as he would an empress. How close was their bond? Did they train together often? Were they competitive? She couldn't dwell on that thought, she had work to do.

"The sooner I can return you home, the sooner you can make sure of that," She turned back to her literature spread, revealing the papers be mundane.

"You intend to aid me? To transport me back to Camelot?" The shock in his voice was plain.

She didn't answer him. Instead, fully focusing her attention on the coffee table. Ignoring Silver's abandoned literature, there wasn't actually all that much to look through. A few scattered journals, some ancient notes on old parchment, and books with sections on the emeralds rather than being full focused on them. She supposed those books on royal history could potentially have contained coded messages or hidden information regarding the emeralds that had somehow reacted to them. Was this knight's arrival part of the ancient will of a long past monarch? Did some sort of unknown power allow them to impose their will even across the centuries?

"Forgive my intrusion once more your highness. The name you used, Silver," Hearing his name used in that way by his own voice was so bizarre, "That is the moniker of my doppelganger?"

"Yes," Blaze answered, not overly comfortable with the use of the word doppelganger, "Despite your attempted politeness, I don't believe you have shared your name."

"Then I have failed once more, it is only due to your incomparable magnanimity that you have not yet more than hissed at me Empress," She turned back to find him on his kneeling before her once more, "I am Sir Galahad, Knight of the Round Table, son of Sir Lancelot, and seeker of the grail."

"Stop kneeling, Galahad," She rounded the table, retaking her seat on the couch and drawing up literature to obscure him, "This may take me some time. If you have any further thoughts that may be of use, do not hesitate to raise them."

Hopefully that would stop him from begging forgiveness every time he asked a question. The cat still could not see any changes in her literature, certainly none so obvious as glowing words or new sections of text. If there were coded messages amongst the words then she was certainly failing to decode them. Last night had been an abject failure, she hadn't uncovered any new abilities, why would viewing the texts now be any different? Perhaps she should have been looking for something different; sections that would relate to him rather than the emeralds.

Knights weren't an especially large part of her kingdom's history, though she knew them to feature heavily in others. Though swordsmanship was still practiced by the royal guard even to this day, mentions of those in such heavy armour were infrequent to say the least. There would surely only be one or two sections on knights in her gathered reading at most, they-

The hedgehog finally drew closer, standing by the left side of the couch, "If you expected Silver to be lying beside you, should we be looking for him?"

"I didn't expect him to be lying beside me," She'd spoken much to quickly, "I-It just wouldn't surprise me to find him there," Her temperature was spiking again, "Regardless, we don't need to concern ourselves with his status. My Silver travels other realities commonly. He is presently within the future of another reality, making certain our friends will be safe."

There was a brief pause, "Your Silver?"

"This is getting confusing," She hated hope huffy she sounded, "Unless you have something useful to say regarding my investigation, be quiet."

"Well, um," She heard the sound of metal scraping metal, was he trying to tug his chest fur? "The True King of Camelot arrived without warning in my world, just as I have yours," The knight explained, "Though I do believe he fell from the sky rather than waking up in a library."

"How did he return to his home world?" Blaze queried.

"Truthfully, I'm not sure, I wasn't present for his appearance," He sheepishly admitted, "Apparently he... dashed off and vanished shortly after receiving the title."

"That's not useful," She bluntly responded.

"My sincerest apologies, Empress," He sounded genuinely hurt.

Blaze rolled her eyes, catching sight of him in the process. He was stood at full attention, not looking at her but scanning the library as if anticipating how the books could pose some immanent threat to her life. His hand was on his sword, evidently pulled free from the encyclopedia she had kicked it into. Despite the mundanity, he looked as serious as Silver had whilst facing Iblis.

"Sit down," She commanded, though she immediately regretted it. 

As instructed and without hesitation, Galahad lowered himself not to sit beside her on the couch but upon its arm. It was as if he was keeping some distance in a pointless attempt to maintain her modesty... after kissing her hand?! What foolish chivalry had been hammered into this hedgehog?!

"I do not require your services as a knight," She reiterated, "You are free to make yourself comfortable."

From the corner of her eye, she saw discomfort on his muzzle. The knight did no more than raise his visor and sheath his sword. She loathed the words that buzzed in her head, surely induced by his familiarity to her own partner. There was a certain... handsomeness which came with seeing him like this, all armoured up and protected, not to mention an unmistakeable feeling of nostalgia. It reminded her of his protectiveness back when they were younger, before he had truly accepted that she could look out for herself. She could so easily imagine that, beneath the metal, he wore similar scars to her own partner...

"Empress, Is something wrong?" She'd been staring, "Have I displeased you?"

"Quiet, I'm reading," The cat quickly insisted, fully turning back to her book, "Sit down properly, next to me. There's no need for you to keep watch. We are safe here, I assure you."

Finally, the hedgehog relented. Metal jangled as he slid from the couches arm to a cushion. She tried to push him out of her mind. Search as she might, the cat couldn't uncover a single mention of knights in all the texts she'd gathered. There were mentions of the use of weapons to supplement the Sol Emerald's might, not unlike the invading Doctor Eggman Nega and his predecessor harnessed in his machines, but that did not seem to match the hedgehog sat beside her.

Silver's own literature was a more likely source of something so fantastical, but they held no relation or connection to the Sol Emeralds. The books he'd left behind came from a variety of authors, none of then high-born or influential enough to have so much as lain eyes on the powerful gemstones. It wasn't as if their mere presence in the emerald's vicinity could-

"Forgive my intrusion once more, your highness," She glanced up from her literature, "Could this tome be of use? I found it upon the cushion you demanded I sit."

He was holding the book she had pretended to read upon his return, the one that she'd found full of misprints. Its cover was bare and its spine was the same, but Blaze recalled she'd flipped beyond a title and introduction on the first page. She had removed the grey Sol Emerald from atop its cover before he'd returned to the library's sanctum and initiated their fight. It seemed ludicrous to think the fantasy book could hold any sort of importance... but perhaps it wasn't what the book held but what it lacked that mattered.

Blaze snatched the hardback from him, quickly flicking through the pages to find countless gaps in the page's text. Most often it was a single word but on occasion entire paragraphs were missing, some pages were so lacking that they had become essentially unreadable. She scoured the surrounding text, searching for any indication that would prove her hypothesis only to find countless examples. 

The most obvious she noticed were the names he had given her, both Percival and that of the nation Camelot, but it was the text that surrounded them which was even more interesting. The first page of the book bore the title, Tales of the Knights of the Round Table, and went on to give an overview description of both that group and the very kingdom of Camelot in which they resided. A land of knights and chivalry, where daring and valiant heroes in armour risked life and limb to maintain their honour and protect the weak. Such a world seemed likely to have shaped the hedgehog sat beside her.

There were many gaps surrounding text relating to a knight named Percival; even her own speech appeared to have frequently been redacted to the point of being incomprehensible. Her words would fill quotation marks, she'd ask a question, only for no response to come. Despite this, she would respond in the following line as if an answer had been given. It truly was as if some text had been scrubbed from pages written long ago, only an echo in the writing that surrounded other characters remained.

"I'm confident that your friend Percival remains in Camelot," His eyes widened at her words, "As do the other Knights of the Round Table.""How can you be so certain?" He responded, reaching out, "Does that book-

"I think it wise that you do not read it," Blaze cut him off, "For I am uncertain if it pertains to your past, present, or future."

"Did it arrive with me?" She was certain he had a different truth in mind, one much stranger.

Blaze was blunt, for she had no idea what else she could say, "I believe you came from it. That I, in my sleep, pulled you from your narrative."

Such a revelation would surely shake the mental state of any person, she'd expected him to question his entire existence and fall into a panic, but his expression showed no hint of fear. Instead, sadness quickly seemed to wash over him. His gaze fell to the book in her hands and hitched itself there.

"Does that mean I can't go back?" Was all his first question, "Will I never see the other knights again? Will I never see Percival again?"

"I'm not certain," He was not quite Silver, but he was so very similar, "But I have an idea, if you are willing to take a chance."

"I already placed my life in your hands empress," The cat rose as he spoke, "Now it would appear it has also been forced there by circumstance."

"I don't think it was so aimless as circumstance or fortune," She collected the Sol Emeralds, "I think I did this to you, Galahad."

"But you fought me, you did not anticipate my arrival," The knight countered.

"You are correct, but that does not free me from responsibility," Blaze simply answered.

The stepped around the coffee table, setting the book down on its wood and positioning herself opposite to the knight. She flipped the book open to one of its considerably more blank pages, one where the only words and descriptions were those of Percival. Blaze took a step further back, hearing charred carpet crunch beneath her heels as she solidified her footing, and quickly came up with a halfway decent concept of what she was even trying to do. 

"Place your hand on the book," The guardian commanded, that idea solidifying.

Blaze had slumbered tonight having spent hours in search of a new power, one that matched that of her friend's dimension, one that could bring wishes to life. She had forgotten just why she had busied herself last night; how long the evenings had dragged without her partner by her side. Though she would never admit such to him, her past nights had been restless without him there to act as a pillow. She had hoped he would return soon. Her dream had, in a most literal sense, come true. She had unlocked the Sol Emerald's true power, now she had to learn how to harness it.

One by one she tossed five of the Sol Emeralds into the air. They began to orbit her, first floating around her core but soon transitioning to swirl behind her. Two remained in her hands, those of purple and silver- one she was mostly sure she had removed from the novel's cover and the one he had stolen. Energy in the form of heat began to pulse from the stones and into her.

Magenta flames spread to overtake her fur, transforming her purple fur to pink before the burning receded to surround her ankles and cuffs. In this state, she was at the height of her power. If she was going to stand any chance of sending him back to the book in which he resided, it would be like this. The last gems to fuse into her form were those in her hands.

The knight had done as she asked, his right hand was on the pages, but with his visor raised she could see the shock in his eyes. It reminded her so completely of when Silver had first seen her burning form; the wonder and excitement glowing in his eyes. Her colours were reflecting off of Galahad's armour far brighter than they had been Silver's fur. She had defeated great machines and all manner of monsters in this form; performed truly otherworldly feats. Surely its cosmic might would allow her to return him from whence he came. 

"Galahad,"She shut her eyes tight, "I wish for you to leave this reality and return to your own," She spoke her will into the air, allowing the stones' might to flood from her form, "Return to Camelot and your allies, I beseech you!"

Her eyes reopened, the knight was still exactly where she had left him. Fire was spreading from where she stood, reigniting the already charred carpet. This form wasn't intended for such small and frankly flammable spaces; using this power in the heart of the library was foolish in and of itself. Perhaps she had been too quick to act, but there was no turning back now.

Blaze reached, palms open and directed toward the hedgehog. This time she kept her eyes open, hoping to use the threat of expanding flame as motivation to hasten her harnessing of the emeralds' power. She had travelled from one dimension to the other countless times at this point. This was different yes, she was practically returning a character to a book, but the same logic applied in theory. If the contents of his book were another world, then it stood to reason that she could send him there. She just had to accept that such was reality!

"I am Empress Blaze, guardian and wielder of the Sol Emeralds," Embers began to emanate from the knight, specifically flitting from site site that she had charred his armour, "I command that Galahad be returned to Camelot. His world needs him," The dancing lights began to die down, but the effort had given Blaze an idea, two wills were stronger than one, "Galahad, why is it that you must you return?"

"W-What?" He blinked at her.

"Speak with your heart, as plainly as you can, why must you return to Camelot?" She asked once again, certain his want to return was stronger than her want to return him, "What draws you home?"

"Though I wish I could stay by your side Empress, I must return to Camelot, because," His fist clenched atop the page, "Because it is where my true duty lies. I have sworn to defend its people, and I cannot do that from so far away. I must stand before its castles and at its borders, I must slay monsters and encage the criminals that stalk the land!"

Light that was ebbing from the crack in his armour, brightening as he spoke. His eyes shut tight, he was surely feeling the transmutation of his form, but the act was far from complete. There had to be more! Their efforts were surely working but there had to be more. He had to act quickly; the flames were still spreading!

"What else, Galahad?" She asked aloud, "Don't hide behind knightly modesty and your wall of chivalry, be honest, be true to yourself!"

"I..." His breath hitched, "I have companions I long to see again." "Who, who are your companions?" She asked, already certain of at least one answer."My father, Sir Lancelot. Since the disappearance of the king he has fallen from his noble heights. I must return to bring him back to the light," The cracks in his armour brightened further, "Sir Gawain, my friend, he surely still needs me. For as strong as he is, keeping that blunt temper of his in check is most difficult. He always needs guidance of some sort," The light had spread to his face symbols, replacing the blue with white, "Nimue, the lady of the lake. In times of trouble I go to her for advice and support. I bring her news of the world beyond her lake in return, she would surely miss my tales," His fingers almost looked to be fading away, "A-And, of course, Sir Percival, oh Percival," The mere mention of her name spread the light to his face and overcame his eyes, "If I could never see her again, I don't know what I'd do with myself. Without her I wouldn't have become a knight, I wouldn't have met my father or any of my other friends. She means the world to me, I was ready to give my life for her from the moment I meet her and now that is a hundred times the case. I-

It happened in an instant; light blinded Blaze for but a moment before reality was made clear to her. He had become a spirit, his physical form had turned to dust, but an echo that resembled flame and smoke still remained. The room had been made bright by his transformation, it was as if the sun was in the room with her, he shined so brightly that she was still scarcely able to look upon him. The hedgehog knight was surely, hopefully, on his way home.

"Blaze?" He'd used her name.

"I'm here Galahad," She called out to him.

"I not certain what's happening to me," He professed, "I can't feel my body... but I think I'm leaving."

"I'm quite certain that is the case," She smiled at him, "It's an experience that I am admittedly familiar with. It should be over soon."

"I see," He looked down to his hands only to quickly relock eyes with her, "Once again, I can only apologise for my intrusion, I've clearly caused a lot of trouble for you," His voice whistled as if on the wind, "I swore myself to you and yet I now find myself leaving you, I am so sorry, I truly have been nothing but ignoble-

"I'm sending you away," She cut him off, "I told you, I have no need for a knight. You are free to leave," Her vision adjusted, she could see his glowing ethereal form, "Everything else you can provide, well..."

"There is one like me already in your life, I know," He was grinning, for the first time since the hedgehog had arrived; he was smiling.

The tail end of his wispy form had connected to the book he'd originated from; the pages began to flip back and forth endlessly. With each passing his spirit faded further from reality; he became easier to see through as he shrank deeper into the tome. After mere moments he was reduced to little more than an arm and a helmeted head.

"Good luck, Galahad," She called out to him before he could disappear. "May good fortune find you too, Empress Blaze," The hedgehog beamed so brightly, "I hope your Silver will return to your side soon."

Of course, he had to get on her nerves just one last time. The hedgehog's spirit vanished into the book; the pages rustled one last time before the entire book brought itself to shut. The only light remaining in the room was that ebbing from her still burning frame and the flames she had conjured. As quickly as he had vanished, the feline dispelled the Sol Emeralds from her body- they fell to the ground, absorbing the spreading flames as they came to rest on the charred carpet.

In the calm and dark that followed Blaze felt more than a little lightheaded. A yawn forced her mouth open and her eyes closed; despite how peculiar her evening had been, tiredness was now working its way back into her bones. Perhaps harnessing this new power had taken something out of her. It eemed wise to retire properly for the night. 

One by one she collected the Sol Emeralds, feeling their warmth still linger in the wake of Galahad's goodbye. She threw one last glance to Silver's abandoned books, lingering on the one from which the knight had been conjured. She couldn't help but wonder if, within the text, his appearance and personality truly matched her partner's own so thoroughly, or if that had simply been a quirk of his conjuration by the emeralds. Regardless, the cat made a mental note to keep the Sol Emeralds far from any of Silver's chosen literature, lest more of him manifested. She had no idea what she'd have done if one of him had emerged from the confines of each of book...

As the thought of other versions of her companion spiked the cat's temperature, she looked on from the table to take in the devastation the two's brawl and then further efforts had left behind. The carpets would surely need replaced, she could still see the gash his sword had left in what was likely a centuries old encyclopedia. A sigh slipped through her lips, these things would not be easily replaced. Regardless, thoughts of those cost were themselves soon replaced in the cat's mind.

What did it suggests that she had conjured one so similar to Silver through subconscious thought alone? Had she truly felt that lonely without him after only two weeks? Was it truly through her feelings for him that she had manifested a new power in the Sol Emeralds? The cat didn't want to dwell on that thought, but it would surely keep her awake tonight.