#not really but i wanna be able to find this again

[forcaleb]

five days without you — caleb

warnings — fluff, very minimal angst, y/n gets angry at caleb for a small bit, argument (for like one paragraph or something)

notes — i lied about that xavier fic here's another caleb fic LMFAO anyway, who's ready for the banner tomorrow :3 tags: @aomiiine @sydneybee

“caleb?” your voice echoes through the empty apartment. as expected, he’s still not home. he promised the mission would take three days at most, but it’s been five now, and there’s no sign of him.

he isn’t answering your calls. occasionally, he responds to your texts with short replies, but that’s it. every time you call, it goes straight to voicemail, or he answers for five seconds, saying he doesn’t have time to talk.

you understand he’s busy, but you’re worried. it’s been two days past his promised return, and he’s still not back. on top of that, you can’t contact his coworkers — caleb has a way of scaring off anyone who tries to get too close to you.

the sound of keys rattling at the front door suddenly jolts you to alertness. grabbing the gun from the kitchen table, you move cautiously toward the door. sure, caleb claims his apartment is the safest place in skyhaven, but does that hold true when you’re all alone?

“wh-who is it?” you call out, hoping for a reply. nothing. slowly, you turn the handle and yank the door open, pointing your gun at the figure on the other side.

“whoa there, princess,” caleb’s voice makes your whole body relax instantly. “i’m gone for five days, and you’re already treating me like an intruder?” he steps inside, smiling, but your wide eyes remain fixed on him in disbelief. “what? why are you staring at me like that?”

“you!” you seethe, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him into the apartment before slamming the door shut. “where have you been?! i’ve been worried sick! you didn’t answer your calls or texts. i couldn’t contact you anywhere! i can’t even reach your subordinates. and now you waltz in here acting like you didn’t just disappear for two extra days!”

caleb’s smile fades. “i’m sorry, princess,” he says, reaching for your hand. when you pull it away, his expression hardens for a moment before softening again. “i’m really sorry, y/n. i wanted to call you, but…” he sighs, using his evol to gently pull you closer. “i promise i tried. i just couldn’t find the right time without getting interrupted.”

you search his eyes, trying to determine if he’s lying. as far as you can tell, he’s not. “okay, i forgive you,” you say, and relief spreads across his face as he smiles gently again. “sorry for lashing out at you right when you got home.”

“it’s okay. i get it.” caleb rubs soothing circles on your hand. “you were really that worried about me?” he teases, and you pout.

“of course i was! imagine not hearing from your boyfriend for five whole days, and when you do, it’s just ‘yes,’ ‘no,’ or ‘okay’!” you smack his forearm in frustration. “wouldn’t that drive you crazy too?”

“mm, you’re right,” he hums in agreement, then suddenly leans his full weight onto you, his head resting on your shoulder. you nearly stumble under his weight.

“caleb?!”

“sorry, pips,” he mumbles, his voice heavy with fatigue. “i’m just a little tired.”

you pause before wrapping your arms around his waist, patting his back lightly. “there, there. you did amazing, caleb. you can rest as long as you want now.” you lift his head gently and see his eyes drooping, barely able to stay open. “wanna lie down?”

he nods, and you lead him into the bedroom. he collapses onto the bed immediately, pulling you into his embrace.

“caleb-”

“let me cuddle you for a while,” he murmurs, his voice soft and pleading. “i’ve missed you so much.”

[lilbitofsomthin]

Dead Pixel Anya and Tiny Crispy Curly

⚠️CURLYA RANT INCOMING⚠️

TLDR: I only ship Curlya after the crash in a happy ending AU I made up :D

Okay so imma take this opportunity to rant about Curly and Anya’s relationship and the ✨only✨ time I will ever even entertain the thought of Curlya as a ship (cause like most of it is what I see pre crash and I’m like ✨no thank you✨)

First off forget and I mean FORGET anything pre crash. My mans is not ready for all that is Anya. He’s the definition of unworthy. Has not had his ✨arc✨. Has not truly drank his fair share of respect women juice 😔

When it was Curlys turn to care for Anya he failed spectacularly, like a main plot point of the game is how bad he fucked up by standing aside and letting J*mmy hurt her. So BAM he becomes cosmically and ironically put into a mirror position to Anya’s in their relationship.

Because now, in an instant, his very life is now in HER hands. She is literally the only one who can save him. Idk all of the medical knowledge to understand just how royally fucked up Curly was, it’s safe to say that keeping him alive at any rate would’ve been difficult to do. So that fact that she did it, with only the bare essentials of medical supplies, by herself, is nothing short of incredible.

She worked herself to the bone for months to keep him alive. After knowing that he failed her. After knowing her didn’t protect her. Knowing, for a FACT, that he wouldn’t do the same, and she still saved him anyway.

I mean, I’m sure at some point Curly must have realized that too.

And like THATS the part where I’m like “if I was Curly I would’ve fallen in love with her a little bit”. Not in the “oh you saved me I’m indebted to you” or “severely trauma bonded” way, I’m speaking in the characters being able to kinda analyze even in crazy stressful situations (like all the monologues and stuff being very well written and deeply metaphorical gives me the idea that their all capable of self reflection (except of course for J*mmy but that’s not the point).

So like I imagine that Curly can reflect on the fact that, after he failed her, over and over and over again. To the point where everything literally blew up in his face. And when the tables were turned and it was his life in Anya’s hands? She held no resentment, no malice. She saved him over and over and over again. And he had to have realized how incredible of a person she was at that point.

But only now that he finally realizes it, he can no longer say do or say anything about it. And listen that’s not even getting into J*mmy revealing his more obvious abusive tendencies to Curly. Because now not only does he have perspective on how strong of a person Anya is but how horrific the abuse was from J*mmy while being on the receiving end of it. That’s like a double serving of empathy and understanding. I��d like to imagine that, if we got to play as Curly, he’d go through that realization. 🤷

Okay now that THATS out of the way let’s get to FANON SHIT!!!! Time for the happy ending aus baby! Listen I love the game but I wanna see the characters I love get to resolve their traumas cause they deserve it!! I KNOW WHY CANON IS THE WAY IT IS I JUST WANNA PLAY PRETEND ON THE INTERNET!!

Just a quick psa, okay back to it.

I like to imagine that in those rescue aus they happen riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight after Daisuke gets out of the vent and finds Anya (btw I’m gonna say at this point her body was under too much stress and she lost the pregnancy). Apparently overdoses can be reversed so let’s say our rescue team is able to work hard and save Anya and patch up Daisuke.

The rescue team is also clocking J*mmy immediately cause this is all REALLY fucking sketchy

“why’d you send the intern into a vent shaft that you knew was dangerous”

“oh Captain said if I did I’d make my boss proud 😄”

🧍🧍🧍🧍 “dude your like 40 why’d you send the intern half your age that’s fucked up”

like that alone is enough for them to be suspicious but once Anya’s up all bets are off. I mean the shit show J*mmy “captained” the Tulpar to mostly speaks for itself but once Anya can tell someone what happened to her they can put enough together to put him in whatever space brig they have. That’s because we got a rescue team of space feminists who believe victims baby!!!

“And who funded this whole rescue hmmmmm??” I hear you say? No one. Nope. 🙂‍↔️ Capitalism doesn’t get to take the fun out of my character study so imma say their “Volunteer Rescue for International Cosmic Waters” or something idk 🤷. That’s not the point. The point is that this is a big shit show that got revealed by people that Pony Express couldn’t pay hush money to. And when I mean revealed I mean, this became a huge news story cause it had such a great hook. I mean that was the whole advertisement for the game!

“Crew lost in space forced to eat mouthwash while their former captain has been mutilated in the crash”

I mean I saw that on like 5 different thumbnails. Anyway people love a good story and the one Mouthwashing tells with a RELIABLE narrator at this point is tragic BUT salvageable.

Like Curly is gonna have like serious medical intervention and Daisuke will probably need stitches for the gash in his arm and Anya will need to be hospitalized from the stress of keeping Curly alive alone. Swansea might need like, idk a Tylenol or something idk? But like they CAN recover, the wrongs that Pony Express allowed can’t be made right but can at least be helped out with.

I imagine that this news story is like planet wide news. If I know humans, we love to help when we have a target and this story was popular as hell. So id like to imagine that they could the crew with whatever financial troubles they would be having. Curly could afford operations, Anya could afford medical school (which she doesn’t need because you better believed she got full ride scholarships for SAVING A MAN MUTILATED FROM THE CRASH FOR MONTHS WITH A GLORIFIED FIRST AID KIT), Daisuke could go to college (I know some people headcanon engineering or art so take your pick) Swansea could even retire if he wanted idk.

And we get the rare satisfaction of getting to see someone like J*mmy to be revealed for exactly what he is on a global scale. He’s tried, prosecuted and the world is on the crews side and they become micro celebrities (kinda like those news stories where everyone talks about it and pushed a bunch of support for like 2 weeks then moved to the next thing) cause fuck you capitalism human nature is enriched in empathy 😤

So here’s where I like to imagine where fix it fics start. The stage is set, therapy bills are paid and while everyone gets a nightmare or panic attack every now and again, things have officially been given the “happy ending au” stamp. So call “my version” of the story an angst with a happy ending rather than the original tragedy and cautionary tale 🤷

So like NOW we can START on the POSSIBILITY of curlya.

That’s right the idea of these characters getting together is a tick that has crawled in my brain and I am cursed.

Because now Curly has his chance to drink respect women juice. And you better believe my man’s gonna chug that shit. And honestly I can see Anya respecting Curly for trying to grow. Like everything is 1000% platonic (I mean maybe a little one sided crush on Curlys side and maaaybe something develops later on) and the main 4 crew are all kinda hanging out for a few reasons (interviews and meet and greets or whatever people who survive major news stories do) and also like they DID go through a shit storm together so their a little trauma bonded but in a found family way.

Anyways THIS is where I imagine all Curlya stuff to take place. This fun low stakes “we made it through the storm and now we can rest on the shore” kind of happy ending zone.

And like maybe they can get up to shenanigans and work through their trauma and love and support each other. That’s like where my fan content takes place 🧍

⚠️SO IF I EVER POST ANYTHING AND TAG IT AS “CURLYA” THIS IS THE CONTEXT IM PUTTING IT IN!!!!! I AM NOT TALKING ABOUT ANYTHING THAT WAS OFFICIALLY RELEASED IN CANON OR IN THE CONTEXT OF THE GAME!!!! I SHIP CURLYA AS A PURELY FANON CONCEPT⚠️

Like idk if this is media literacy or brain rot at this point but that’s my rant thanks for reading :D

[oopsiedaisydeer]

ɴᴏ ᴘᴇᴇᴋɪɴɢ

…𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘣𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘢!𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘨���𝘭𝘥𝘧𝘪𝘴𝘩!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘧𝘵. 𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯

It’s just after school when Matt finds Goldie by her locker. He can’t help but linger, hands shoved in his pockets, trying to buy himself time to figure out how to say something casually. His feet shift on the worn linoleum, as he half-listens to her talk about her day. There’s a quiet kind of pressure in his chest, like he’s holding his breath, unsure how to let it out.

It’s stupid, really. Why does he feel like this? It’s just Goldie. She’s just… Goldie. And yet, something about the thought of asking her over feels bigger than it should.

Matt hadn’t planned on inviting her. Not really. The thought lingers somewhere in the back of his mind, like a song he can’t quite remember the lyrics to, but it only slips out as she closes the locker door.

She observes him from the corner of her eye… hands in his pockets, eyes on the scuffed tile floor like he’s debating saying anything at all. She doesn’t push, just lets the silence linger, stretching like seafoam thinning against the shore.

"Do you, um," He exhales sharply, shoving his fingers through his hair. "Wanna come over later? For a movie or something. I got ramen. The good kind."

She blinks, not because she’s surprised, though she is, a little, but because the idea of stepping into Matt’s world, past the cliffs and the walks home and the sun-bleached edges of their conversations, feels... significant.

He feels his pulse pick up. Did that sound okay? Was that too much?

Goldie doesn’t say anything right away. She just smiles that small, knowing smile, and it makes his chest tighten in a way he can’t fully explain. He tries to cover it up by looking anywhere but her.

“You got the good kind?" she echoes, grinning. "That’s a big claim."

His mouth quirks at the corner. "Would I lie?"

Her grin grows, and he feels like he might actually be able to breathe again.

“There’s this movie,” he adds, adjusting the strap of his bag, trying not to fidget. “Thought you might like it.” The words come out easier now, like he’s trying to convince himself as much as her.

Goldie’s eyes flick up from the little doodles on her notebook that she drew earlier, interest sparking. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Matt swallows. “You could come over. If you want.”

Goldie smiles, a quiet thing, but she doesn’t make him wait for an answer. “Okay.”

And just like that, the knot in his chest loosens, but the feeling lingers. The weight of what he almost said, of what he didn’t... of what they both probably already know but haven’t said out loud.

And that’s how they end up here, cross-legged on the floor of Matt’s room, the glow of his old TV flickering against the walls. He’s already got water boiling in the kitchen, the light catching on the steam as he rifles through a cabinet.

"No peeking," he says when she tries to glance over his shoulder.

Goldie rolls her eyes but obediently turns away, wandering toward the small TV in the living room. A stack of DVDs sits on the table... old animated films, some classics, a few she doubts would be her cup of tea.

"Alright," Matt calls after a few minutes. "Close your eyes, Goldie."

She laughs. "What?"

"Just do it."

She does, crossing her arms as she hears him moving around, the sound of bowls being set down and chopsticks clicking together. Then, finally:

"Okay. Open."

She cracks an eye open, then the other, staring down at the bowl he’s placed down. Ramen—steaming, golden broth, soft-boiled egg, a neat little pile of scallions. And tucked right in the middle, a slice of ham.

Her breath catches, just for a second.

"Matt."

He shrugs, sitting down beside her with his own bowl. "Thought you’d like some ham."

Something warm settles in her chest, nestled between nostalgia and something new. She doesn't say anything, just picks up her chopsticks and takes a careful sip, the heat curling into her like a tide rolling in.

Beside her, Matt leans back against the couch, eyes flicking between Goldie and the TV screen as the opening credits begin to roll.

Goldie picks up the DVD cover and squints at it. “Sooo what is this?”

Matt shrugs, fighting the urge to say too much. “It’s a comedy. Action. Cult classic.”

Her lips curl into a smile, but there’s a hint of curiosity in her eyes. “I’m interested. But, just so you know, I’ve seen a lot of movies.”

Matt grins, feeling a spark of mischief. “We’ll see.”

Goldie smiles, just a little, tilting her head, and lets the movie play.

As it does, Matt watches her more than the screen, her genuine amusement filling the room like a warm, quiet storm. She doesn’t even try to hide the way she’s leaning forward, completely absorbed by how absurd it is.

When Goldie goes to pick up her chopsticks at one point, her fingers brush against Matt’s. She pauses for a moment, her cheeks warming at the unexpected contact, and she clumsily adjusts her grip, carefully setting the chopsticks back down. It’s a small, almost imperceptible moment, but for Goldie, whose fingers are usually busy with some new craft, it feels different somehow. She gives a quiet laugh to herself, brushing it off, but the flutter in her chest stays with her for a few beats before she looks back at the screen.

The scene on the screen in front of her is so ridiculous that Goldie bursts into laughter, the sound warm and genuine, making Matt feel a little lighter too. Her laughter lingers in the space between them, the way her shoulders shake and her hair bounces slightly as she laughs. He can’t help but chuckle with her, the moment comfortable but a little charged. When they both quiet down, their eyes meet and hold for just a heartbeat longer than usual. Goldie’s smile is small but soft, and Matt’s gaze is steady but not quite as guarded as usual, the space between them feeling a little more open now.

After a particularly ridiculous sequence involving a helicopter being used as a makeshift ramp for a car chase, Goldie lets out another laugh that’s half incredulous, half delighted. She turns to Matt with wide eyes. “Okay. I admit defeat. I did not expect this.”

Matt’s grin softens, his heart skipping a beat at the way her laughter fills the room. “I knew you’d like it.”

Goldie huffs a little, clearly entertained, but there’s something else there now… a shift in the air between them. The movie’s absurdity has somehow pulled them closer, both in their shared enjoyment and in the quiet way they now seem to understand each other, in a way that hasn’t quite been said out loud yet.

Outside, the waves have calmed.

thank u rose for the dividers ! @bernardsbendystraws

a/n: ham. second to last fluffy thing before true angst sets in. please send me asks abt these two 🫶🏻

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cya next time!!!

[everwalldigan]

Hey I am having a scene in a fic where a very high strung moment Damian begins to curse in Arabic. What would be the correct way to phrase that?

Thank you

Ooh great question! There are a LOT of very colourful Arabic curse words varying in severity but in Damian’s case he was like raised to very strict and high manners, so even in high strung situations he probably wouldn’t use the colloquial “lower class” swear words. I’m going to list some of the “less vulgar” swear words I know (keep in mind I’m Iraqi and these are the swear words I know in my dialect and ones in high Arabic, there are soo so so many more.)

The most generic swear words insult the parents so you’d say “yabn ___”

Yabn Al kalb (son of a dog) or you could skip the parent and call them a dog (kalb) (tho idk how insulting Damian would find that cause he loves and respects dogs)

Yabn Al lai’in (son of the cursed) (this one’s so clean I’ve heard it in kids cartoons before) you could also just say “Al la’ana” which means “the curse” could be used as “shit”

Honestly Damian would probably use High Arabic swear words and sound like an Arabic dub character ASHSJSJDJ absolutely hilarious to any other Arab person in the vicinity.

Al’ama (Lebanese/yemeni region dialect) or as we like to say “a’amaaaaaaa” meaning the blindness, could be substituted for “damn!”

You could also make him say “ya a’ama” (you blind person) (keep in mind those are the tamest I can think of, the other ones are MUCH more offensive)

You could always go the route of Damian saying… angry sounding words in Arabic that aren’t REALLY swear words just to let out his frustration without everyone in the close vicinity understanding him. You can just make him rant about the situation in Arabic, maybe with some choice words like “ahlbal” (naive) or “ghabi” (stupid)

If you want to know ones in a specific dialect I can help with that too, I know Egyptians have some really funny ones (ya nhar iswid! - oh black day) and idk how much you wanna tie him to Islam but we also like to literally curse people (eg: Allah ya’amik - may god blind you or Allah yagbirak: may god put you in the grave)

If it’s from another persons POV who doesn’t know Arabic they wouldn’t be able to distinguish anything from an angry ranting boy, if it’s from Damian’s POV you can say “he says some choice words his mother would smack him for” or something like that cause again he was raised in a VERY high class setting, as a prince basically and cursing would be “beneath him”

[writingtraumaforever]

Uncontrolled Chaos: Chapter 41

Notes: AN ANNOUNCEMENT! I wanna say that I have NOT stopped writing neither the 'Juno' fic or the Courtship series. I still plan on continuing those! They just take more time than the Uncontrolled Chaos series does. Uncontrolled Chaos was my first series I started here, and is by far my most followed one, so it is my priority. However, I don't want to become drained by it and that reflect in my writing. This will also hopefully give me more time to give my other series some love too. SO from here on, I will be updating the series every weekend. This doesn't mean I won't still potentially add a chapter here and there during the week if I get a spurt of muse. But as for an actual schedule to go by, I will be doing my best to post at least one update every weekend. Hope this is okay. <3

Summary: Shadow overhears an interesting conversation.

UC Masterpost!

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Start:

Amy had been relieved to see Shadow returning with Sonic by his side, both safe and sound. After some hugging and soft reassurances that he was okay as well as some apologies for making her worry, Sonic was able to convince her to go to bed and get some well-deserved rest. Afterwards, Sonic and Shadow went out to the garage to find Tails laying there asleep at the workbench by the radio.

Sonic smiled all soft at the sight, walking over to pick his little brother up and carry him to Shadow.

“Can you take him??”

Shadow blinked, staring at Sonic as if he hadn’t quite processed the question before looking at the fox. Then Sonic again. “I-..”

“I need to take care of something.. and he is seriously late for his visit to Snoozetown,” Sonic continues, already moving to carefully hand the kid off to Shadow whether he agrees to such a thing or not, “just tuck him in for me, huh?”

 “The fox and I-.. we’re not..,” Shadow tries to defend his case as to why he’s not comfortable with such a task, but Sonic just snorts and rolls his eyes.

“I know you and your Tails aren’t close.. but my Tails is close to my Shadow. So he won’t mind.. he may not be showing it, but he’s really missin’ Shadow, too.. it’s why he’s been overworking himself to get him back home to us.”

Shadow’s brows knit slightly at this, looking down at the fox that’s been pushed into his arms before sighing and giving a small nod, “Alright..”

“Thank you.”

Shadow turns, carrying the fox cradled in his arms to the door and through the home. He’s not actually sure which room belongs to the fox, but he does know which ones are the guest room and which one is Sonic’s. So by process of elimination, he finds it quite easily. It’s very tidy. Clean. The bed has a white comforter with bright red stripes on it. He wonders if the fox’s favorite color is also red like Sonic’s..

He also wonders why the hell he knows that.

Moving to the bed, he ever so carefully shifts a hand from under the kit’s back to reach and pull back the comforter, laying the child down then and pursing his lips as he looks him over. He’s still got his shoes on.. and his big, bushy tails are hanging off the side of the bed..

A nurturing nature he’s long forgotten begins kicking in, moving to carefully slip off the fox’s red shoes and place them neatly at the foot of the bed. Picking up one tail at a time, he ever so gently and tenderly tucks them up on the mattress and covers them with the comforter to keep them from dangling off. Tails shift in his sleep then, groaning quietly and smacking his lips together and rolling onto his side further into the middle of the bed before parting his lips to snooze quietly through them. Shadow smirks ever so slightly, carefully tucking the comforter into the kit’s sides to make him nice and cozy.. 

Then he’s moving to the window and shutting the blinds and closing the curtains. End of the world or not, the kid needs some actual sleep. So he doesn’t want any sunlight waking him early. 

Once all this is done, Shadow makes his way back to the doorway and grabs the knob to slowly shut it— pausing just before it shuts to take one last look at the child..

He’s never stopped in all this mess to think about it, really.. how this world’s Shadow’s absence has effected people other than Sonic..

With the other Shadow having moved in after being found by Sonic… he supposes the other Shadow may have taken on an older brother figure to the kit as well. Which means when this world’s Shadow went missing, this Sonic didn’t just lose a lover.. but this fox lost a brother..

Their family was broken.

Shadow’s lips curl into a thoughtful frown at this thought.. crimson eyes watching the kit’s shoulders rise and fall with his deep breaths as he sleeps. 

His mind can’t help but wander back to a time when he himself was someone’s brother..

To a time when tucking in a restless and tired child at night wasn’t uncommon. A time when being loved and missed by someone wasn’t such a distant thought nor outside the realm of possibilities. A time when he loved someone too.. took care of them. Protected them. 

Had a family.

His eyes shut and behind his closed lids, orange fur is replaced with blonde hair and a blue headband..

He closes the door.

Making his way towards the room he sleeps in, he finds Sonic still isn’t there resting..

So he instead makes his way back down the stairs to check on him, assuming he’s still in the garage once he doesn’t find him in either the living room or the kitchen.

Walking to the garage door, he opens it only to immediately pause upon hearing a quiet voice speaking from the inside..

“I just miss you so much..”

‘I know, my love.. we’re getting closer, though. It won’t be long until I have you in my arms again.’

���Fuck..,” the unmistakable sound of Sonic’s breathy little chuckle along with a wet sniffle, “You sound so damn cheesy..”

‘I can’t help it. Not having you with me has made me delusionally cheesy.’

Sonic snorts, Shadow peeking around the door to see him sitting at the workbench with the radio on.. speaking into it to who he can only assume is his Shadow..

He’s got small tears rolling down his cheeks, but he’s smiling bright and wide.. Shadow can’t help but feel a bit lighter seeing this.

He’s glad they’re working things out.

“…How’d the other Sonic take the news of us being together?”

Shadow’s ears perk up at that, leaning a bit more against the door as his curiosity gets the better of him. He shouldn’t be eavesdropping.. he should leave and go to bed. Rest.

But..

‘Not great at first,’ the other’s Shadow voice sighs through the speaker, ‘But he came around…’

“He feel embarrassed for not figuring it out until earlier??” 

‘Perhaps a little.. but I think most of it was just.. a lot of self loathing.’

“That’s.. really sad,” Sonic frowns, leaning a his cheek on his hand as his elbow props on the table, “Why the self loathing??”

‘He blames himself for a lot of the differences in our worlds.. for not looking for his version of me after the battle on ARK.’

“Well, dude should’ve looked,” Sonic huffs with a spiteful roll of his eyes.

‘It’s not that simple, darling..’

“Don’t see how it ain’t. Nothing could’ve stopped me from looking for you..”

‘An inhibitor ring might..’

There’s a long moment of silence. 

Shadow’s own eyes widen slightly as he listens, brows furrowing as his hand squeezes the knob of the door he’s holding a bit tighter..

“What.. what d’ya mean?”

‘It’s.. it’s just a lot,’ the other Shadow sighs through the radio speaker, sounding tired and distressed over the entire topic, ‘Just trust me when I say him not looking for me wasn’t because he didn’t care..’

“Alright.. I’ll trust you.”

‘What of the other Shadow, though?? Has he handled the situation well? Has he been kind to you?? This Sonic seems to think he’s pretty intense..’

Sonic chuckles, rolling his eyes fondly, “Intense is definitely one word for him.. but yeah. He’s cool. A bit icy, but so were you at first. It’s honestly been both a pain and extremely endearing having to deal with you being this way again.”

‘You miss me being a pain?’

“Well— no. But it’s just.. nostalgic, I guess?”

‘Maybe I should be an ass to you more when I get back.’

“As if you need to be any more of an ass than you already are,” Sonic teases with a giggled little grin. The other Shadow’s chuckling can be heard through the speakers.

‘..I was just worried. This Sonic is pretty convinced the guy hates him. Didn’t want him mistreating you..’

“He’s been fine,” Sonic assures softly.

Shadow frowns a bit at hearing this.. hearing his own Sonic thinks he hates him. Though he shouldn’t be surprised by this.. what has he really done to make his Sonic think otherwise??

“Again, he’s-.. grumpy.. and a bit difficult now and then, but nothing I can’t handle or haven’t handled before.”

‘Good,’ the other Shadow sighs, ‘So this Sonic is just projecting his self-loathing onto his Shadow, then?’

“Probably, yeah,” Sonic nods with a shrug as if the other Shadow can see his body language, “But there’s definitely some tension between them.. hate or not, they’re not exactly friendly.”

‘Mm. Definitely not..’

“Is it wrong of me to want to meddle???” Sonic chuckles.

‘Meddling wouldn’t be the best idea,’ the other Shadow sounds amused nonetheless, ‘Don’t be more of a troublemaker than you already have been.’

“Hey- you’re the one using chaos control with a fake emerald and switching places with alternate dimensional versions of yourself!”

‘Touché.’

“I just think they could be happy,” Sonic defends with a shrug, finger tracing invisible circles on the workbench he’s leaning against, “Don’t like seeing any version of you so alone and sad.. the brooding is nostalgic and amusing and all, but it’s also just kinda depressing.”

‘I know, love.. but we have to consider the fact that maybe that’s just how it’s meant to be in their world. Maybe they’re simply better off the way they currently are. We just-.. just may not be meant to be in every universe..’

“You really believe that?” Sonic asks quietly, brows knitting with a knowing little smile on his muzzle.. he knows better. He already knows the answer.

‘..No.’

“Me neither.”

A heavy sigh comes from the other Shadow again, Shadow himself furrowing his brows in thought over this whole conversation..

They really believe that Sonic and Shadow are suppose to be together in every universe?? That’s such a close-minded way of thinking. A dumb one. An illogical one..

And yet Shadow.. almost admires it. Admires the fact they love each other enough to truly think that their bond extends all barriers of time and space.. that it’s simply inevitable.

‘..They’ll work it out on their own.. for now, I’m more concerned with getting back to you.’

“Aw yeah?” Sonic’s voice takes up a playful little tone, “Whatcha gonna do to me when you get back..?”

Shadow’s eyes widen slightly, a blush beginning to grow on his muzzle.

A low chuckle rumbles through the radio’s speakers, ‘Such things aren’t appropriate to be spoken through this microphone, darling..’

“C’mon..,” Sonic coos, his tail swishing back and forth behind him as he leans closer to the radio, “M’all alone.. give me somethin’ to think about while you’re away..”

And that is Shadow’s cue to leave, yup.

He’s moving to shut the door silently, turning to hurry his way back up to the bedroom before he hears anymore of that.

Once in Sonic’s room, he closes the door behind him and sighs heavy as he leans his back against it. His eyes stare down at the floor, taking in everything he just heard and processing it slowly.

There were three big things that stuck out to him more than anything else.

His Sonic blames himself for not finding Shadow after the ARK Battle.

His Sonic thinks he hates him.

And the alternate Sonic and Shadow both believe that their love is inevitable.

It’s all a lot to swallow. And he himself doesn’t know which to believe and which to just brush aside..

He runs a hand back through his quills, taking a deep breath through his nose before sighing it out to push himself off the door and walk to the bed.

He knew going off of this Sonic and Shadow’s conversation and interpretations of the situation was pathetic. And foolish. If he wanted to get any real solutions and answers, he needed to talk to his Sonic himself. One on one..

But then the entire idea of such a thing seemed silly because that shouldn’t be his priority right now. He needs to get home. Not be worrying about figuring out him and that Faker’s history. He needs to be in the present, in the now.

Deal with that first..

And then.. when he was back home..

Maybe-…

Just maybe..

[ask-postcrash-curly]

HEY!(I hope that didn’t hurt you:)) my lovely darling captain! I wanna hug you so bad. That would hurt right? Sad? Really do love you. So uh- back to a couple of questions? You don’t mind answering questions for me right? I know they might be weird at times…… I’ll stop if you want me too.

Crew questions

1: Jimmy……. How has been he treating you? Terrible I would think so, but still also I’m not sayings it your fault that this happened. Even though I- it’s not I promise. But did you see signs that he was well….going rather insane? Maybe if you helped get therapy it wouldn’t happened right?

2:Anya! You love her right?(not in that way weirdo.) does she ever spend time talking to you anymore? If she does must really suck not being able to respond hahaha why am I laughing? Apologies.

3: Swansea, does he ever come to you anymore?

4: Daisuke do you want him on this ship?

I did say I would grab you an audio book…. I promise I will! I just need to find it. Do you hate me captain? You can I did some bad things to you before…… I’m really sorry about that…..oh also I spawned something. *I hold out a pink chubby little thing with a tail it kinda reminds him of a hairless cat.* I don’t how I did it? So um what do I do with it? What should I name it.

Oh also to answer your question why I’m so nice to you right well…… I was bored of being mean.

Hey. You’re all right. Hugging would hurt, yeah. Happy to answer more questions, but try to keep them normal if that’s okay.

One: Hasn’t hit me again. Came close though. Anya stopped asking him to give me pills after how angry he got at her last time, but he keeps offering, so that’s a pain because he’s always so rough about it. Not even on purpose. He’s just not a nurse. …No, I didn’t expect him to try to kill us all. I was afraid of what he’d do but I never expected something that drastic.

Two: Of course. She’s talked to me quite a lot today, honestly. She was quieter for a time after Jimmy yelled at her, but today she’s had a lot to say. Been telling me about her life back home. It’s nice. (Yeah. It sucks.)

Three: Hasn’t come in since the day he took the radio.

Four: I don’t want any of us on this ship. He’s a good guy, great for companionship, but if he hadn’t gotten on this ship he wouldn’t be trapped here now.

I told you I don’t hate you, yeah? Just… wary. Sorry. You should name it random creature in your walls.

…Oh. Okay. Won’t look a gift horse in the mouth. Please do let me know if you’re bored of being nice so that I can make it more interesting for you.

[testiculartorsionlover]

My opinion on proxy bots like pluralkit

i wanna preface this by saying that no matter how you feel about using pk, it's up to you to use it if you're comfortable with it, i dont intend to attack anyone at all, this is just my experiences. im just giving my 2¢ here.

i used to use pluralkit, i used proxy bots ever since SystemTime was a thing. it definitely had some good uses for me, as i mostly used proxies to see who was fronting and used it to see who was saying what, it was also useful for journaling purposes.

at the same time, it was difficult to navigate. with my dissociative issues and amnesia it took months to be able to fully navigate these bots. not only that but it worsened my dissociative issues tenfold as i felt pressured into trying to see who was fronting at all times, it just made my blurriness worse and my parts feel more separated. not to mention the pressure i lowkey felt when it came to using pluralkit in servers? it felt like i *had* to use it, it sucked.

ngl it was fun decorating my pluralkit, in the last 2 years i used to use it i mostly just used it for decor and organization purposes but rarely did my parts proxy (and as the "host" i never really proxied anyway, even when i used to use it more often)

do i still use proxy bots? rarely, i try to avoid it but some of my parts moved onto octocon, i assume for journaling. octocon isn't really much better but i like the privacy- like with pluralkit if you just got someones user id youd be able to find someones pluralkit but with octocon i dont think you can do that really. and everything is auto privated too. commands are private as well, it's great. but it breaks sometimes in discord channels.

id rate systemtime and pluralkit a 4/10, and octocon a 6/10.

i deleted my pluralkit a long time ago, ive been going back and forth about deleting it for the past 2 years tbh. if i ever use it again it might be for roleplay purposes.

oh, and pluralkit was made by an endo anyways, which makes me dislike it much more.

either way these are just my opinions, let me know how you guys use pluralkit and other proxy bots

[kingquentin]

"What happens at the Théâtre stays at the Théâtre."

[fisheito]

you know when you're holding a snake but they wanna GO so they keep worming forward but you keep replacing your hands along the length so now you're both on a conveyor belt to nowhere

[tinukis]

im rereading one piece (i'll watch certain arcs too as i get into OP again)

and man i forget how much i loved the baratie arc especially seeing how luffy and sanji first interact... "i refuse your refusal!" is so good and while bickering like an old married couple, they both yell at gin simultaneously i love them so much

[sketchy-tour]

Updates on me! Still doing alright and still trying to figure out a new tablet I'd like. Haven't even found time to doodle much between all the running around I'm doing but still! I'll hopefully be able to draw again soon! Here, have a recent messy trad doodle I did for someone!

Also been going golfing! Okay maybe I'm not the one golfing, but im keeping scores while driving the golf cart! Definitely super good at score keeping and don't get distracted at all!

[skunkes]

i dpnt want to go hoooome

[smryshzw]

persona fandom i am looking for an artist .... i think i found them pre-royal release ? their art was very pink and white and cute , they liked shuake ( maybe akeshu ? been too long ... ) they had an au where yaldabaoth ( i think ? maybe it was arsene i cant remember , but the computer was akirens regardless ... pretty sure it was yaldy ) was a sentient super computer i think ? all i remember about their url was the word cake .... if anyone knows who im talking about and / or theyre still online pleaaaase please tell me !! they were a big reason i first got interested in persona and their art was so inspiring to me ..... i want to know if i can still find their art or blog eventually .....

EDIT THE ARTIST IS guardiangroves ON TWT

[longmaxsilvarg]

will forever have a soft spot for chloe cause yeah dawg i get it we can try to avoid becoming attached out of the overwhelming fear of being abandoned again but miserably fail together

[marshbarks]

this is smth thats not gonna make sense to most ppl who follow me but 'm Thinking again so tag rambly

[rachadoodz]

I hate that I keep reblogging gorgeous fan art only to quickly realize it’s from the serial reposter blog. God damn