#miss me?/j

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Psst, love your fics! 👉🏻 I want more of a clingy and jealous Isaac (miss my man) maybe this time because Pickle decided to adopt a pet! Or any character if you want..

Adorable <3 Glad you like my work, best wishes to both of you (and all my love to the cat)!

Holding On (To You)

Isaac Rhoades x Reader

Isaac sat on the couch with a scowl, his eyes flickering from the lit-up TV screen playing some vintage horror film you had wanted to watch, to the little ball of fur curled up on your lap. It was purring melodiously. She was in his spot. 

You did not notice Isaac’s displeased glance at your new arrival, too engrossed in the plot of the movie. You did not think that he could possibly be jealous, watching your fingers thread through the pitch-black fur of the little cat you had brought home not a week ago, remembering a time they would glide through his black hair instead. 

He knew he was being petty. It was a cat, for god’s sake! But he had never had to share your love with someone before, and although he knew it was an infinite resource, he could not help the bitter taste of jealousy from ruining his mood. 

“No, no— don’t go in there,” you whispered, groaning a moment later as the naive protagonist did just that. “I hate this trope. Why can’t they make the characters smart for once?” 

“Suppose the writer wanted to make them more realistic,” Isaac noted drily, anticipating the jumpscare. The movie had failed to capture his interest, but as you seemed to like it, he had resigned himself to the tedious watch while simply enjoying the downtime he could spend with you. 

Cuddling up to you had been the plan, but just as he had wanted to pull you close, tuck you against his side so your head would rest comfortably on his shoulder and he could inhale your scent and feel your warmth, she had come into the living room. Her little paws had thumped softly against the floor and she had let out a low purr that had sounded almost like an accusation at the two of you getting comfortable without her — and in a moment she had hoped onto the couch, curled up on your lap and crumpled all his plans for having you all to himself. 

He was jealous of a cat. The thought felt as ridiculous as it sounded. 

Your hand shot out to grab his arm. Isaac had half a second to wonder why you were holding onto him before the protagonist screamed and a dramatic soundtrack came on. You jumped, startling the curled-up ball of fur that had been napping comfortably. 

The cat got up with a disgruntled meow, seemingly displeased. You expected her to retreat to the other side of the couch to continue her nap, but instead, she put a tiny black paw on Isaac’s leg looking at him as if testing if she was allowed. 

You bit your lip, following the scene with rapt attention. Isaac looked at the cat. She stared back for a moment longer before tiring of caution and settling down on his lap instead. 

“I feel like I’m going to start competing for her attention with you soon,” you chuckled, listening to her soft purrs. The scene before you made your heart swell with warmth; it was so sweetly domestic to have the person who meant the world to you and the little animal that had stolen your heart in a matter of minutes right there beside you. Your love for them both was immeasurable and seeing them like this made you feel like the luckiest person in the world. Maybe you were. 

Isaac looked down at her, hesitatingly reaching out a hand to stroke his fingers through her soft fur. “I feel like I’m competing with her for yours,” he said. You would have thought he was joking were it not for the longing you could hear in his voice. 

“You what?” you asked, unable to suppress a chuckle as you turned to face him fully. “You’re not saying you’re jealous, are you?” 

The protagonist screamed again, but the movie could no longer hold your attention as you watched Isaac’s lips twist into a playful pout. “What if I am?” he asked, side-eyeing you. 

“Isaac!” you laughed, nudging his shoulder. “Seriously?”

He sighed, unable to suppress a fond smile as he heard you laugh. “Maybe a little bit,” he admitted, stroking the underside of the cat’s chin and feeling her melt into his touch. His gaze softened. “I’m not used to sharing you, that’s all.”

You hummed, shifting so you could lean against his side and rest your head on his shoulder. Isaac tilted his, feeling your hair tickle his cheek. “When I found her on the street,” you began, gently petting her head, “I could only think— it reminded me so much of—”

“You were never a stray,” he murmured. “Down on your luck, sure. Taken advantage of, without a doubt. But you were never a helpless pet I picked up off the street. You were caught between a rock and a hard place, and I did what I could to help you — helping myself selfishly as well.”

“The similarities are there regardless,” you said. “And when I saw her, all I could think about was that I can make hersituation better now. I can pick her up and take her in and make sure she is warm and fed and— and safe. All thanks to you.”

He scoffed. “I thought we agreed to leave that part behind us.”

“I owe you my life,” you said. “That’s not something I can easily forget.”

Isaac shifted, making you raise your head to look at him. “And I owe you mine,” he reiterated, his eyes shining with an emotion you could not quite place. “So I’d say our debts are settled, Pickle.”

You narrowed your eyes, looking at him skeptically but choosing not to argue. “What I mean to say is there is no reason for you to be jealous,” you said. “You’re my favorite human, nothing will change that. And I love you all the same, if not more.”

“More?” he asked challengingly, seizing the opportunity you presented to shift the conversation to a lighter subject. “How come?”

You smirked. “Well,” you said, “what if I told you Void on your lap made you look incredibly kissable?”

“Hm,” Isaac mused, “I’d ask you to lean in and prove it.”

[doodledrawsthings]

@mindboogling and i have been brainrotting over the unnamed Solace family members for like two days straight, the implications make me severely ill please take them Boog designed the sibs, i designed the mama. they dont have names idk what they should be...

[twst-shenanigans]

About Skully again...

*watched the final chapter of the Halloween event*

....what?

No. No!

I refuse!

Not my skeleton dork... 🥲

I know he may not like the holiday, but I demand he be brought back for Christmas!

[xx-psych0-rabbit-xx]

cyn doodles+drew all the main guys in my style.ill miss them </3

[fluttytheflutt]

STOP FLIRTING AT THE CONTROLS!!!

[four-pointed-leaf]

isa as a warmup

[raggedy-spaceman]

[swagveryswagamazinf]

gyus i forogt I had a tumblri think I never posted tjis here hai hello

[jamlabs]

grocery outfit

[thatnununguy]

gradient maps <3

[clearlydusty]

me and my sisters played Mouthwashing for the first time, and even though I got a ton of spoilers from tumblr this game was still an AMAZING experience. Can you guess who my favorite is??

(also just found out that daisuke describes his experience on the tulpar to Anya, not J*mmy, so I put him there for nothing)

[p0kern1ght]

end of bgc blue team, when sister was still around and everything was still slapstick and - plainly put - it just hadnt gotten that hard to be a blue yet......i miss her. i miss you s5 blue team.

[royalarchivist]

Phil: I feel so bad when when it gives us Player contracts, I dunno. I know it's just part of the game, but I feel so bad killing people, I don't want to do it. [Laughs]

Cellbit: Oh, I can! Don't worry, I feel great killing people. I've been wanting–

Phil: [Laughs] Alright, I'll pa– I'll pass on the– the killing...

[...]

Cellbit: And you know, I already like, took a piece out of Pac one time, so I'd– I'd just be finishing the job.

Phil: [Laughs]

Cellbit: I'm like paying in– in parts, you know?

Phil: Yeah, yeah?

Cellbit: That was the next part.

Phil: Installments? Installments of debt?

Cellbit: Yeah, I got him like at 15%, I need the other 7– uh, 85%.

Phil: [Laughs]

[redstarring]

They're comforting him <3

[willyhoos]

i read a fic that changed my brain chemistry and now i can't stop thinking about a universe where amy works for eggman... and metamy ensues. naturally. you know the drill by now. also roboticized sonic theory because it makes it more deliciously potent.

DESERT ROSE: A prickly young girl with terrifying strength and a love for the finer things in life, like frilly dresses and deadly high-powered machinery. She thinks maintenance is a romantic couples activity. Not only is the "desert rose" highly poisonous, it can't really be considered a rose, can it…? However, its resilience means it could bloom even in a rusty scrapyard...

notes for the au under cut!

rose believes metal sonic when he says he is the original. he hasn't told her what happened. that he failed to save her. that he failed to save everyone. that there was a time when he was organic like she is. he just said "the other sonic is the copy" and she said "okay! let's kill him :)"

metal sonic is constantly torn between guilt and adoration at who rose has grown into. she became so much stronger. strong enough to protect herself - strong enough, even, to protect him (if he ever let her, that is. he might not be a hero any more but it's burned into his core forever that > KEEP AMY ROSE SAFE is a KEY goal.) on the other hand... he feels like he remembers someone different. a girl who loved animals and flowers and sunshine. who would give her life to protect everything she's now destroying. but his memories are so fuzzy...

i'm not so sure that amy would be big on programming and constructing machines herself, but she's always eager to "test" them... and it goes without saying she is frankly terrifying when she wants to be and is a beast on the battlefield

what a helpful young lady! im so glad i didn't just kill her!! - eggman probably.

"wait if rose calls metal sonic 'sonic' then. what does she call sonic" -> she calls him faker. copycat. knockoff. off-brand. etc. in short, she doesn't acknowledge him by name

i have the feeling that metal sonic is a bit more... enthusiastic? i guess? about his mission in this universe. it's not "ME VS. EVERYONE WHO COULD HAVE LOVED ME HAD I NOT FAILED" its "ROSE AND I VS. THEM" don't get me wrong he's furious and undead and vengeful and jealous and still insane. but. i think rose helps jog the vaguest of memories of who he used to be? unfortunately the person he used to be is a hero so i also imagine he's ever so slightly more conflicted in this universe... ("the old amy wouldn't have liked this, would the old me feel the same?")

codependence is my favorite flavor so i imagine metal really, really, REALLY appreciates having rose around. someone who is kind to him. someone who believes that he used to be more than this, and treats him like maybe he isn't worth less after all... i imagine if sonic ever tried recruiting amy, metal would go BALLISTIC. "YOU ALREADY HAVE EVERYTHING ELSE. YOU CAN'T HAVE HER TOO." she's mine -> she's my (partner) she's my (memory) she's my (friend) she's my (tether) she's my (hope) she's my (rose)

metal sonic is. (gestures) metal. and he lives in a metal box on a metal ship surrounded by metal debris. but down the hall there is a single remaining rose. and in this state she is perfectly preserved. nothing can hurt her. eggman can't hurt her if she's on his payroll, huh...?

i can't put it into words properly (and ive tried) but the idea of "killer metal robot (whose objective is to destroy natural life) falls in love with a gentle girl named rose" makes me start frothing at the mouth. just shut up. why don't you hold his hand too. and he can't FEEL it like he should . and it hurts. and it's infuriating. but he Can tell that her pulse is higher than average and the temperature of her cheeks are strangely high. and he supposes that can comfort him for now.

i feel a little "if i had to choose between the world and sonic i would choose sonic" vibe.

this took me so incredibly long so if it flops im dropping out of college.

i wanna update these designs later, these are just the beginning concepts for the au :)

[jerswayman]

↳ we're tethered to the story we must tell: we'll be okay ✩