#ooc// he’s a bit dumb

[sp4c3man]

I mean there’s cis women who are drag queens. Don’t see why dudes can’t be drag kings

OHH THAT MAKES SENSE WAIT IM STUPIDDD IDK HOW THINGS WORRKKKK PLEASE😭😭😭🙏🏻🙏🏻

but still it doesn’t really bother me

[yellow-computer-mouse]

i see sooo many qibli and winter interactions, and i love them, but... what about turtle?

he's friends with them, too. for humor, he can be the voice of reason. he's also just. a silly lil guy. a goofy fella.

like they should go out and do some dumb shit like parkour (with no knowledge of how, parkour is cool as fuck) and get themselves hurt bc they're stupid teenagers with copious amounts of daddy issues

THIS WAS A TRAP I HAVE LED YOU INTO MY LAIR MWAHAHAA

honestly tho i think we need to see the jade winglet (aside from peril and umber bc they're much older than the others, and even then...) acting their age more

they're like. 14. 14 years olds do some dumb shit man (speaking from experience). let them be kids!!!!! esp winter

everyone treats winter (and the others but i'm using him as an example) like he's a full-grown adult. pardon me that boy is 14 years old. he should be making edgy ocs not doing taxes. he should be meeting up with his friends at a park and then shoving each other into a pond or smthn!!!

my god these are children. they're kids.

AND BRINGING UMBER BACK INTO THIS!!!! mudwings have such a close family structure!!! tell me he wouldn't give them the childhood they need. LOOK. give him fun older cousin privledges. he swears up and down he'll teach them a lesson when he catches them lighting shit on fire bc it looks cool and then he's like "ok so there's this big empty spot with nobody around ever-"

idk i love them with all my heart and soul and goddamnit i think they should make a cringe youtube channel and some shitty vlogs and convince themselves they're famous (they are not and they'll abandon the channel in a year but it will be the most fun ever)

[seventh-district]

not even gonna tag this properly bc i don't wanna get Involved but i do have some Thoughts i need to get out into the void so here we go

(aaa quick edit: CW for mention/discussion of Boothill leaks)

[azmenka]

@ach1llean says fmk: loras, loras, loras.....what?

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[2ndsk8terboy]

You should definitely make more fanart of you and Todd, the last one was worthy the Uffizi gallery in Florence.

I don't know about any 'Uppity Galleries', but the French do know their artwork, so I'll it's a fancy one. Also, maybe I will... Gimme another day to work my creative mind and I'll come up with something even better!

Give the people what they want.

[dutybcrne]

Thinking of Kaveh with Unhinged partners again

[ofhope]

After spending some brain cells that I'll never get back, I've finally nailed down my character type: the “dumb” ones that people write off as comedic relief, but have tons of depth to them if you just... glance at them for more than a second.

[tvrningout]

i keep thinking of my lil youtuber/aspiring filmmaker/actor and part of me wants to bring him back bc i heavily shipped him with nari ( platonically and romantically tbh ) and i feel like!! i could do a better job with his character now. but he’s also got a similar personality to yoshi?? they’re still very different in certain ways, but i worry about being unable to make them distinctively different in how they’re written. like gwangmin is more philosophical and emotionally intelligent and willing to confront the hard stuff, but he’s also got that happy go lucky and goofy personality that i fear will get hard to distinguish between him and yoshi. so i’m just sitting here, thinking :’ ) also have some images from pinterest that make me think of him 💜

[gloireceleste]

did i forget michael literally went baby shopping? i knew he was trying to find one to raise with jack, but i almost forgot HOW he was trying to find one. i'm dying. goodbye. this archangel needs an adult. he's so dumb.

[cocosnows]

A Lone Sword

Chapter 2

Vergil’s demeanor drastically changed after meeting up with Dante. He stopped sulking and was now more alert than anything, having a very mature and stern demeanor. He had to be strong for the both of them, lest Dante’s recklessness threw them into danger again, he thought.

The two boys started running away from their home. Vergil had the idea of going into the city for help, but Dante told him:

“No, Vergil… mom… she said to hide… to get away from here…”

Vergil looked at him and stayed silent for a moment. After thinking over this instruction their mom had left them, he just answered:

“… ok… we’ll do as she said.”

Vergil did not know exactly what happened to Eva, as Dante was not able to tell him what happened, and he was too burdened with worries to even dare ask. But doing as her mother told them was the only thing they could do; the only way they could honor her passing.

They walked for hours away from the city, across the inhabited camps that were on the outskirts of town, with no clear destination and no person who could aid them. It was pitch dark outside, and they only had the moonlight to guide their steps.

Vergil took the lead, and Dante was following him closely. Vergil’s emotions were complicated. He was sad, angry at Dante, restless about the demons… the turmoil that was happening inside his mind kept him from saying a word to his brother.

And, just as if he could read his brother’s thoughts, Dante didn’t say a word to him, even though he wanted to speak his mind and tell Vergil everything that happened in the house.

But even with this tension in the air, Vergil never let go of Dante’s hand. It was not apparent, but his brother’s presence was keeping him calm despite the complicated emotions and grudges he held on him.

After some time, the twins were starting to get exhausted. The two of them were hurt both physically and emotionally, and needed a much deserved rest, but Vergil kept going despite this fact, albeit with a slower pace. Dante was the first one to point it out.

“Vergil… I’m tired… can we rest?”

Vergil turned around and looked at him. With a voice full of exhaustion, he answered:

“I’m tired too, Dante… but there might be demons lurking… we don’t have nowhere to hide.”

Dante made a pouty face. He wanted to protest, but he understood the situation. Luckily for him, they were approaching what looked like a barn. As soon as he caught a glimpse of it, Dante let go of his brother’s hand and ran towards the building.

Vergil got startled and yelled at him to wait, running behind him.

As soon as Dante saw the barn properly, he stopped and, pointing at the building, he said:

“Vergil, look! It’s a barn! We can hide there!”

Vergil was very hesitant. If it were for him, he would have kept walking until he arrived to the next city. But he was also very exhausted and, most importantly, he didn’t want to get separated from his brother.

Countless thoughts swarmed into Vergil’s mind, making him unable to speak. He lowered his head as he grunted.

Dante noticed his hesitation and grabbed him by the arm. As soon as they locked eyes, Dante said:

“Vergil… I’m scared too… but if we keep walking at night the demons could find us more easily. We can hide in there until morning.”

Dante was right. It was one of the few times Vergil actually agreed with his ideas. Thus, Vergil assented and they went into the barn.

The floor was covered in hay, and there were mounts and rolls of it piled up. They managed to make a little fort with it and laid on the floor. The two children didn’t say a word. They were so exhausted they fell asleep as soon as they laid down. Even though Vergil was tired, he unconsciously slept with the Yamato in his hands.

—

The next morning, a man entered the barn. He didn’t notice the children’s presence until Vergil woke up with the sounds. He woke Dante up silently and shushed him, but the sound of rustling hay gave them away too easily.

As soon as the man heard a sound, he asked out loud as he approached with the pitchfork in hand, prepared to attack:

“Who’s there?”

The man approached the twins’ hideout. The two children didn’t move a muscle.

“COME OUT NOW”, the man yelled.

Vergil stood up in a jolt, took out the Yamato and pointed it at the man. Dante stood behind him, and Vergil covered him with his other hand.

“S-Stand back!”, yelled the child.

The man was so surprised he couldn’t say a word. He was expecting a wild animal, or a robber in the worst of cases… but two silver-haired boys…?

At that moment, the voice of a woman surged from outside the barn.

“Honey! What’s taking so long?”

The man’s wife entered the barn and gasped at the scene that she found.

“Oh my… these children… Hank, what’s going on?���

The man looked at her and, lowering his tool, he told her:

“They were already here when I came. Greeted me with that big ol’ weapon there.”

The children looked at the woman. She instantly made a worried face and told them with a sweet voice: “Look at you… you’re all dirty and bruised… what happened? Are you lost?”

Vergil was about to grunt and yell at them, as he didn’t trust these people. But Dante had other plans.

“Y-yes ma’am… we are lost… we don’t have family… and nowhere to go…”, Dante told the woman.

Vergil lowered the Yamato and gave Dante a piercing, angry stare.

“My god… look at you…”, the woman said as she slowly approached the twins and kneeled to have a better look at them. Her husband told her to wait, as one of them was armed. However, Dante eagerly approached the woman, which only made Vergil angrier and unable to attack.

“DANTE… didn’t you say we can’t trust NO ONE… WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!”, Vergil thought, while trying to not make an angry gesture.

The woman clasped Dante’s cheeks as if checking out his face for bruises, and gently cleaned his face with a cloth.

“You poor children… what are your names?”

“I’m… Tony… and my brother’s name is...”, Dante looked at Vergil and peeled his eyes at him, gesturing him to make up a name and follow up his plan.

“Uh… I’m… G-Gilver…”

“Hah, what a strange name, boy… come, let me clean your face.”

The child hesitated but he complied, as he felt some sort of peer pressure. Dante was really trying to hold back his laugh.

“GILVER?! Could you really not think of anything better?!”, Dante thought while laughing internally.

After this, the woman invited the twins to come into the house to clean themselves. Dante accepted with a cheery voice, but Vergil wasn’t amused at all.

They went into the house and waited until the woman prepared water for them to bath.

Carl looked at them and asked: “so… Tony and Gilver… what got you here, huh? You seem pretty ragged… and that sword of yours…”

Vergil made up a story: the sword was an inheritance of his father; some sort of family relic. They were orphans and escaped from town. The sword was the only thing they got left from their family, so they stole it from the orphanage and ran away. Dante still wondered how he could craft such an elaborate story in a second but couldn’t think of a better fake name than Vergil with the syllables switched up.

The man had his doubts about the story, but didn’t want to pry. Some minutes later, the woman came downstairs and told the children the water was ready. She guided them to a seemingly unoccupied room with two neatly done beds. There was a bathroom next to this room.

“You can change and wash yourselves up here”, she said while pointing at the bathroom. “I left some of my son’s old clothes on the bed for you to wear, too. Take your time, and don’t be shy! Make yourselves comfy, ‘kay?”

The twins nodded and the woman closed the room’s door.

Immediately after she left, Vergil grabbed Dante by the collar and started yelling silently to him.

“What do you THINK you’re DOING?! Weren’t you the one who said we should hide?!”

“This is all part of it, Verge! Don’t you see? We have the opportunity to hide… comfortably!”

Vergil was so angry he gritted his teeth and sweared he could punch Dante in the face, but refrained to do so as he wanted to avoid a commotion. Dante’s idea of “hiding” clearly didn’t match his own.

���Hey, Verge… come on… we had a rough night… these people seem nice enough… and we are really far away from home…”

Vergil acknowledged they didn’t know how far away was the next town, and that it was probably more dangerous out there than in this house. After some thinking, Vergil sighed and let go of Dante.

“I really hate to admit it… but maybe this isn’t such a bad idea… for now.”

Dante celebrated the success of his plan, while Vergil stated some conditions on it.

“We can only stay here three days MAXIMUM, got it? Don’t get used to this. We need to keep going.”

“Owww…”, Dante pouted.

“Come on Dante, let’s wash up. Your hair is so dirty it almost looks completely grey.”

Dante laughed and nodded.

“Sure, whatever you say, Giiilveeer”, said Dante mockingly while letting out a cackle.

Vergil smacked Dante in the head and dragged him to the bathroom.

CHAPTER 3

[bloodwounds]

*kicks down the door* BEOWULF WOULD BE ABLE TO FREE CONNOR WITH BLOOD MAGIC AND NOT KILL ANYONE

[linawritesocs]

dorm exchange event "true" prologue!

*shaking* h-hi, this is me being insane about seth x rollo again. i am so sorry, i have so many oc ships, but. them!! THEM 🥺🥺😭💞💗💖 i should make more content with other seth ships i have honestly

so at first i wanted to write this just because i love this ship a normal amount, but then i realized.. that i kinda just wanted to write something comforting because i am very stressed right now, you know, exams and all that stuff. and i'm not in the mood to write something sad and angsty, like, my ocs deserve some fluff every once in a while!! BUT THEN I REALIZED [2] that i can actually turn this into a dorm exchange vignette so that i won't have to feel guilty about choosing to write something self-indulgent instead of writing something more serious.

so. yeah. enjoy :) cole appears in this vignette as well (i will make his profile soon, i WILL) and @scarabiaa's son sebastian is here too no disney you don't own him anymore

[ noble bell college - rollo's room ]

seth: *singing something while working on a new design*

*the door opens*

rollo: my apologies, i hope i am not too much of a distraction. please, pretend like i am not here-

rollo: of course, i know that this is my room, but also, i did let you stay here while you work, so..

rollo: wait, can you even hear me?

rollo: or maybe you are already pretending not to see me, just like i told you?

seth: ...

rollo: .. seth? seth, are you okay?

rollo: *comes closer to him*

seth: ...

rollo: *sighs* i guess, it cannot be helped.

rollo: *pinches his cheek*

seth: ouch, rollo-chan, why?? what did i even do to you??

seth: if we're not counting stealing your heart, of course~

rollo: oh, so you were just too focused on your work. good, i was afraid that it is actually something more serious.

seth: like what?

seth: *gasps* you thought that i'm ignoring you on purpose because i'm mad at you??

seth: i would never! i love you too much to do something so horrible!

rollo: you did it a few hours ago when i had to leave because my vice president needed my help.

rollo: and you know that i have already apologized to you. even though i trust cole and i do not regret choosing him as my vice president..

rollo: .. it can be very hard for him to do some things without my help sometimes.

seth: b-but i was so scared! i thought that you will never come back and that you've actually never loved me and-

rollo: how could you even think that? first of all, i told you why i have to leave and that i will come back as soon as i can.

rollo: and also, you know that i would never leave you like this.

seth: because you love me too much?

rollo: *sighs* yes. yes, i love you too much to do that.

seth: !! rollo-chan, so you have a crush on me?? that's so embarrassing!

rollo: aren't we dating though?

seth: yes, we are.

rollo: by the way, it is quite late, so why don't you finish your work tomorrow?

rollo: i doubt that rsa students would mind, they know that you need more time to make those outfits.

seth: *adjusts his glasses* wow, your haircut looks so much worse when i'm wearing these.

rollo: *pinches his cheek again*

seth: sorry, sorry! i had to say it, okay? your eyes look even more beautiful right now though.

seth: !! *looks at his drawing* wait, maybe this thing should be the same color as your eyes?

rollo: seth, did you hear what i just said?

seth: sorry, did you say something?

rollo: i think you should go to sleep, that is what i said.

seth: hehe, you're not the best person to give an advice like that, rollo-chan.

seth: what did you say when i told you to take a break that one time?

rollo: .. "i am this school's student council president, so i am not in the position to take a break right now".

seth: and i am the ramshackle dorm's prefect, so i am not in the position to take a break right now either!

seth: also rsa students respect me a lot, so i'm very popular there and they often ask me for help.

seth: so yeah, i'm sorry, rollo-chan, but i have to finish working on this as soon as i can.

seth: wait, i just remembered that i have to actually make these outfits and not just design them..

seth: u-um, it's okay though! maybe i can ask ari-chan for help, haha..

rollo: i think you also promised to help nrc students with something, if i am not wrong.

seth: oh, yeah, i did! l-let me just check..

seth: wait, give my drawings back!

rollo: seth, i am so sorry to say this, but..

rollo: you know you can do much better than this, right?

seth: ? what do you mean?

rollo: look at these designs. of course, i am not that much of an expert, but don't you think they look a bit.. strange?

seth: hold on, let me see. what are you talking about? they look fine-

seth: ...

seth: h-hey, rollo-chan, is it okay if i use your fireplace for something?

seth: these drawings are so bad, i have no choice but to burn them.

seth: i swear, they looked great like.. an hour ago! i checked everything, i thought they looked fine, how could i-

rollo: you can take care of this problem after you wake up. i am sure you will be able to think more clearly after that.

seth: haha, very funny, rollo-chan. let's talk about it after you start getting enough sleep too.

rollo: your dark circles look worse than mine, actually.

seth: but i don't have dark circles! wait a second, where's my mirror-

seth: OH NO, YOU'RE RIGHT.

seth: and unlike you, i don't even look that cute with them!

rollo: i appreciate the compliment, but now, do you agree with what i said earlier about you taking some rest?

seth: fine, fine, i do.

seth: but only if you start fixing your sleep schedule as well!

rollo: .. i am afraid i still have some things to do, but i will try to take care of them as soon as i can.

seth: it's all because of cole-chan, right.

rollo: yes.

seth: oh, maybe you should just let seb-chan do all the work? i'm sure he wouldn't mind!

rollo: no, i think he would.

rollo: do you remember that one time both me and cole got sick and sebastian had to do everything by himself?

seth: what, is he still traumatized?

rollo: *nods*

seth: oh well. it's fine, he can handle it, i believe in him.

seth: please, can you try going to sleep just a little bit earlier than usual? if you can't do it for your own sake, then do it for me!

rollo: .. i will try my best.

rollo: can you be the first one to fulfill your promise though?

seth: okay~ *takes off his glasses* man, my eyes hurt..

seth: it's just.. so like, i'm the ramshackle prefect, right. and rsa students love me and want me to transfer to their school, right.

seth: but nrc students keep saying that i'm too irresponsible and that it's impossible to trust me with anything.

rollo: they did say that?

seth: yeah. i mean, i guess i can't really argue with them, i do have my silly and dumb moments sometimes.

rollo: i am sorry for asking this, but do you mind saying who exactly told you that?

seth: don't worry, malleus-chan wasn't one of them.

rollo: of course, he was not.

rollo: *thinking* "should i be happy that draconia did not say anything like that to him or should i be worried because he still likes seth-"

seth: it's not like i'm mad at them or anything. i don't know much about this world and even my own world, so it can be very hard for me to understand and do some things.

seth: but.. it still kinda hurts, haha.

rollo: do you remember what you told me after that whole.. "incident"? you still forgave me and even said that my feelings are valid, i just have to learn how to cope with them in a different way.

rollo: you knew exactly what i did and you still forgave me, so why can't they forgive you even though your mistakes are not that serious compared to mine?

seth: i don't know, rollo-chan, i kinda ended up bullying azul-chan right after he said that he was bullied in the past.

seth: but maybe you're right. i should probably stop hoping that they will accept me one day.

seth: hey, at least rsa students like me! and i met a lot of nice people here at nbc too.

rollo: you are not an official nrc student, right? and you have also mentioned that you are considering transferring to a different school if they accept you and let you live there.

rollo: so, if i may suggest-

seth: i'm thinking, rollo-chan. i'm thinking of transferring to this school, but i have kids back there, you know?

rollo: ah, the ramshackle students.

seth: yeah, i can't just leave them! minnie-chan and jay-chan love me and they still have so much to learn and i'm the only one who can help them!

seth: also, they're not boring. it's fun to watch them grow and become better people.

seth: *thinking* "i hope that the same thing happens to me someday."

rollo: in any case, i am not saying this to rush you, take as much time as you need.

rollo: i just want you to know that i will make sure people treat you better here.

seth: thank you, i appreciate it, really.

seth: but don't you think i'm a bit too chaotic for a school like this?

rollo: and? cole still goes here.

seth: .. good point.

rollo: anyway, you said that you will go and get some sleep and i intend to make you keep that promise.

seth: okay, okay! i'm just gonna sleep here.

rollo: you can sleep in my bed, if you want to. no, actually, i want you to sleep there. i still have work to do anyway.

seth: wait, really? yay! i always liked your bed, it looks so soft!

seth: .. wait a second.

seth: this sounds just like those "there was only one bed" fics!!

rollo: ? what do you mean?

seth: nothing! nothing, haha..

*they can hear cole and sebastian talking*

rollo: and why are they still not asleep?..

rollo: i will go and check what they are up to. you can get ready for bed while i do that.

seth: oh, okay! again, you can just ask seb-chan to do all the work!

[ noble bell college - school corridor ]

cole: hey, so you heard about that dorm exchange thing, right?

sebastian: i don't think so? ivy has never mentioned anything like that..

cole: haha, of course she didn't. she's just like me for real, she never pays attention to that kind of stuff!

sebastian: i'm sorry, what did you just say?

cole: so anyway, merrill told me that they're gonna-

rollo: and what did he tell you, cole? i am quite curious to know that as well.

cole: *SCREAMS*

sebastian: h-huh?? w-wait, rollo-san, what are you doing here?

cole: wait, that's not really surprising actually, he's the type to pull all-nighters after all.

rollo: and may i remind you why exactly i have no choice but to stay up all night?

cole: HE HEARD ME??

sebastian: of course he did, he's standing right next to us!

rollo: i heard that too, sebastian.

sebastian: i-i am so sorry!

rollo: so about that dorm exchange program you have mentioned, can you tell me more about that?

cole: w-why?

sebastian: HE'S LITERALLY A STUDENT COUNCIL PRESIDENT, WHY ARE YOU ASKING HIM THAT??

cole: what, am i supposed to just do what he says?

sebastian: .

sebastian: yes. yes, you are.

cole: oh, okay, so like, this whole dorm exchange program is about sending nrc students to other dorms for like, a week or two. maybe a month. maybe a year. who knows.

sebastian: didn't merrill tell you everything about that program?

cole: yeah, but i was too busy looking at him. he's just too pretty, you know?

sebastian: .. don't say anything bad about ivy ever again.

rollo: interesting. but why are they doing that?

cole: i don't know, it probably has a very deep reason, like they're trying to make students from other dorms get along or something like that.

cole: again, i wasn't listening.

cole: but imagine if we had something like that! hey, sebastian, imagine if i was in the same dorm as you!

sebastian: i don't want to.

cole: huh?

sebastian: i don't want to imagine that.

cole: anyway, i think they're gonna announce everyone's new dorms tomorrow? i can't wait to hear which dorm merrill gets sorted into!

cole: oh, it's probably gonna be pomefiore or octavinelle-

sebastian: wait, rollo-san, isn't your boyf- sorry, isn't seth-san supposed to take part in that program too?

cole: i don't think they're gonna let him participate, to be honest. he's magicless and he's a ramshackle student, so what's even the point?

sebastian: cole.

sebastian: please. please, never say things like that in front of rollo-san.

sebastian: why are you like this, no matter how many times i tell you this, you never listen to me-

cole: he's not here though.

sebastian: .. what?

cole: yeah, he left like a minute ago, i think.

sebastian: b-but i didn't even notice!

sebastian: why did he ask us about the dorm exchange program though?

cole: SEBASTIAN, HE'S LITERALLY A STUDENT COUNCIL PRESIDENT, WHY ARE YOU ASKING THIS?

sebastian: you're right- WAIT, THAT'S MY LINE!

[ noble bell college - rollo's room (outside) ]

rollo: *thinking* "dorm exchange program, huh.."

rollo: *thinking* "i am sure seth would find it exciting, but he has too many things to deal with right now."

rollo: *thinking* "and we spent only one day together, do i really have to send him back right now? and i doubt that they will allow him to participate in that program too.."

rollo: *thinking* "and if that happens, it will make him even more sad. he already finds this world too disappointing.."

rollo: *thinking* ".. do i have to send him back though? wait, do i even have to tell him about that program?"

rollo: *thinking* "he is already too stressed and it hurts me to see him like this."

rollo: *thinking* "i just want to help him, so it is not like i am doing something bad, right?.."

[ukulele-mixtape]

Maple Scraps: The Siren's Call Chapter 9

context: tune (oc) has just arrived at restoration hq and is having A Time getting adjusted to being front and center in what she considers to be the heart of enemy territory. and it doesn't help that they're all nice and willing to deal with her shit attitude even despite her protests.

and the one who confronts her on that eventually is silver.

i.e. the trust building exercise chapter aka my favorite chapter that i worked on before i abandoned this fic

cw! for food, starvation, and slight disordered eating.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

It was a little late into the evening, and a few weeks since the trio arrived at Emeraldville. After countless introductions and friendly faces, all of whom questioned the reasoning behind their favorite blue blur’s…facial situation (prompting multiple unique reactions at her expense), Tune found herself in the midst of Restoration HQ the first day of her arrival. It was an underground base of operations in Emeraldville for something they called the Resistance: a ragtag freedom fighting organization formed with the goal of fighting in the war against Dr. Robotnik (whom she now was forced to learn was, indeed, actually named Dr. Eggman, adopting the nickname to spite those who hated him.). 

She learned that after the “Zombot'' apocalypse spread across the globe, the original Restoration HQ was decidedly moved underground in favor of maintaining safety, security and allowing for people in need of a place to stay to rest their weary heads, helping out where they could as a collective volunteer effort. As much as something like this would seem like it’d be right up her alley, Tune felt suffocated by the talents surrounding her. She watched as soldiers trained and rattled off plans for supply distribution and mercenary work. Mechanical noise bounced against every wall, echoing inside the halls she silently passed through. People of all demographics ran around with paperwork in their hands, shopping bags full of clothes and food in their cheeks as rewards for a hard day's work. Community laced every facility this place had to offer, and yet Tune felt completely overwhelmed, struggling to find anywhere to breathe. 

Tune understood she was right in the heart of the most dangerous place in the world for someone like her, and if she wasn't careful, she would certainly reveal herself as a threat they would have no problem managing.

So, for the next few weeks since the trio’s arrival, Tune made it her business to stay clear of anything to do with the Restoration. It wasn’t her problem to deal with, and it certainly wasn’t something she was confident she could even contribute to effectively, if she even wanted to. She’d force herself out the exit, skates retracted and ready to roll away into the horizon, considering just taking the chance and hopping on the next train back to Station Square so she could transfer and finally get her Ramtrax ticket to New Mobotropolis right this time. But even if she managed to scramble enough cash, she had the knowledge that these people finally knew her. She wasn’t anonymous anymore. She had stepped into the limelight she never wanted, a consequence of her reckless actions.

And each time she felt herself trying to leave without a word, without anyone knowing she was gone, she would hear the distant yells of some of its founding members beckoning her to return. Notably Amy Rose, a girl Tune deemed to be way too nosy for her own good, despite her earnest attempt to ease Tune’s worry. 

‘You’re always guaranteed to be safe with us’, Tune recalled the conversation she had with Amy on that first week, Amy’s honesty seeping through all corners of her tone, cupping Tune’s clawed hands. ‘This is a place where people can come and go wherever and whenever they want as volunteers, but it’s packed to the brim with the best security around. No one is going to try and hurt you.’

‘Why would you assume I'm worried about something like that?’ Tune asked brashly.

‘It’s all on your face, Tune: you're incredibly on edge.’ Amy would reply. ‘You’re a musician right? You must be worried about those attacks going on all over the news. You look like you’re itching to break out of your own skin, like everyone in the world is out to get you just by looking in your general direction.’

‘Can’t say I’m particularly worried about getting caught in that drama in the music world. I don’t perform gigs anymore; getting panic attacks on stage ain’t really my style.’ Tune tried to cover, disinterested eyes turning to the side. ‘And I can handle someone trying to come at me just as much as I can handle a whole music setlist on my own.’

Amy would let go of Tunes hands, clapping her own together like the greatest idea known to man had just popped inside her head, eyes twinkling with excitement as she carried her thoughts out.

‘So why don't you take one of the dormitories for yourself?’ she’d giddily ask. ‘We can set you up with some sound equipment and you can work on your stuff there! I’m sure we have some instruments laying around in the supply room.’

‘Why would you wanna do something like that?’ Tune pondered. ‘I don’t got any money on me to pay for that kinda hospitality.’

‘It won’t be a paid stay, you’re welcome to be there as long as you want. And like I said, this place is for volunteer work. We’re not going to turn you down because you’re not quite acquainted with us just yet. That defeats the whole purpose of what we’re trying to accomplish here.’

In her mind, Tune could see exactly how Amy brightened up as she felt her eyes lock on to the pink hedgehog's. It was frustrating…she hated the idea of disappointing someone like this so soon. But she couldn’t just stay here. Not when there was work to be done elsewhere. Not when there was a chance Alto could be closing in. Not while he was still out there claiming more people into his ranks. And most importantly, not if she wasn’t able to do something in return to warrant the gesture.

‘…And if I say I don’t want it?’ Tune would ask.

‘Then it’s ultimately your choice.’ Amy responded quickly, as if she already had experience with conversations like this before. ‘No one will force you, but I do urge you to consider it, even if only for a day or two.’

Tune paused, contemplating. With an uneasy tone, she muttered out a simple: ‘...I’ll think about it.’

And Amy’s smile became infectiously wide. ‘That’s all I can ask for.’

And that’s what led her here. The final day of her third week, Tune, who once basked in the sensory input from all corners of the world was now begging for silence. The hustle and bustle of the underground city became too much for her to handle, and she was practically on the verge of dissociating from her body entirely. She needed a place to breathe, but refused to ask anyone around where she should go, lest they spark up conversation needlessly. So with a mindful eye, she studied the way people would enter and exit the facility for what felt like hours. A button here, two hidden locks there. Any time she’d catch someone’s eye, she’d bolt out in a panic, comically pretending like she was doing something important when anyone would try and circle around her.

And when she tried to walk away after a while of surveillance, she turned around the corner and got a face full of soft white fur.

“Whoops, woah there!” Silver exclaimed with a slight chuckle, a basket of all types of snacks, from pastries and sandwiches to flavored tea bags in his hands. It was weaved together by beautifully wooden straw and ribbon, wrapped cleanly in plastic wrap. Realizing who he’d accidentally bumped into, Silver beamed. “Oh Tune, just the girl I needed to see today! We were wondering when you were going to show back up again. Amy wanted to give you this personally, but she had a few errands to run.”

Before she could even blink, Silver thrusted the basket into Tune’s arms, allowing her to examine the contents up close. It was so…girly. She could see a tiny note on the edge of the basket; frilly, neatly placed handwriting etched on the parchment: “I added some extra cheese danishes for good measure! Welcome aboard <3”  How did Amy know that she liked cheese danishes? She never told anyone. Was she like, psychic or something?

“I’m not one for handouts,” Tune stated, a little too coldly, trying to place the basket back in Silver’s hands. “Don’t you think you should give this to someone who’d actually deserve it, Floats?”

Silver shook his head. “It was made specifically for you, so you gotta take it. Amy’s orders.”

“Since when am I taking orders from her all of a sudden?”

“Since now.” Silver’s voice lowered firmly, slight annoyance laced in his tone. “So come on, eat up! There’s some good stuff in there.” He placed his hands on his waist playfully. He watched her eye the basket's contents curiously. She was hesitating to accept it. But that reluctance didn’t match her eyes, uncovered by her glasses, they darted around like they were desperate to rip open the plastic and dig in themselves. And so to goad her into committing, he pressed on with a wiggle of his brow. “If you don’t I will.”

“Knock yourself out, then.” Tune immediately responded plainly, trying once more to shove the basket back in his face.

“What, you don’t want it? Not even these here…mochi doughnuts?”

“The what?” She tried to play it cool, but without her glasses, Tune was completely exposed as she quickly retracted her hands to scan the basket more thoroughly, trying to find the doughnuts he promised. And then, embarrassingly so, setting up the next punchline of her life, her stomach grumbled in anticipation. 

Got her.

“Now what could that be, I wonder?” Silver slyly pondered with an innocent tone, placing a finger to his chin, much to Tune’s dismay. “Come on, let’s eat some together! I’m due for a break, anyway.”

“Ugh, do I have to?” she whined, her voice small.

“Yep, captain's orders.” Silver gestured to himself.

“Since when am I taking orders from you all of a sudden?”

Silver flicked a small psychic wave at Tune’s back, pushing her to get moving. She stumbled a bit, but eventually took the hint and started skating along the pavement. A light blue aura surrounded Silver as he floated in the air and scrolled past her with a smile. He made a big waving arm gesture, beckoning her to follow him as he glided his way to the Victory Garden entrance, Tune skating faster to make sure she didn’t lose him.

“Since now.”

–

The two sat quietly on the roof of Silver’s greenhouse. It took a bit of nudging for her to even try and sit next to him, but Tune eventually relented, pressing the button to make her skates detract again and hugging her knees with her arms. She had a bored look on her face as she gazed out into the distance, watching the sun set below the horizon. It was like she didn’t want to be here at all. Which, to be fair, she didn’t. At least not with anyone. Even still, Silver tried to take her cold demeanor in stride, watching as she set the basket down with her dominant hand, careful to ensure it wouldn’t roll over. He took the initiative to open the basket, confident she wouldn’t have bothered if he hadn’t. He took out a few of the items; a cheese danish and ube mochi doughnut wrapped in clean plastic film and an apple fritter for himself, setting the danish and doughnut by her side. Tune side eyed the pastries, not making a move. Her stomach grumbled once more.

“You know, you can eat it.” Silver jested, already starting to dig into his fritter. “You seem really hungry. When’s the last time you ate?”

“...I dunno. I had some leftovers from the train ride that I've been trying to salvage all week, but I think I finished them off yesterday morning.” she mumbled, placing a cheek to her knee, away from Silver's obviously worried expression.

“So…you haven’t eaten since yesterday?”

“Pretty much.”

“But why not just get something from the cafeterias or something? You can eat train food but you can’t eat when people offer you stuff?”

“I can eat it because I paid for it to be included when I bought my ticket. The cafeteria acts like a soup kitchen for the needy. I don’t need anything.”

“So you’re just comfortable with eating scraps, is that it?”

“That a problem?” Tune sneered in his direction.

“Well of course it is!” Silver wanted to strangle her. “No wonder you’re so grouchy. You gotta eat.” He pushed the pastries a little further towards her, trying to get her attention. “Try the danish, Amy’s pastries are really good.”

“I thought I told you I don’t take handouts.”

“It’s a gift.” Silver groaned exasperatedly.

“One I'm not really sure you realize I don’t deserve.”

There was a long, awkward pause after that. It’d been hard getting Tune to really say much of anything when she arrived that first week, this being the first real conversation anyone other than Amy had with her. She relented on Amy’s request for her to stay in one of the dorms, but never came out unless she absolutely had to, usually during the evenings when most people were heading back home anyway. Her eyes were always glazed over, like she hadn’t slept in days.

When she would be asked to do something around Restoration HQ, like cleaning, delivering paperwork or even organizing boxes, she’d do it without question, but retreat once no one had anything left to demand of her. She would never be willing to hang out, but would always be staring off into the distance on her breaks at people, like if she wanted to mingle but didn’t know how, or rather refused to allow herself to.

Silver had offhandedly vented out his concerns to Sonic at one point during a date to the park, the two hedgehogs finally having a brief moment alone after a long time apart.

‘Do you think she hates us?’ he’d ask. ‘I don’t think we’re doing anything wrong here…’

Sonic would pull Silver in close from the side, shaking his head.

‘I don’t think so,’ Sonic’s nimble hands would speak for him. ‘Since I’ve known her, she’s not the type to want to get too close. She doesn’t want to let people in just yet.’

‘But she doesn’t act the way someone like Shadow or even Knuckles would do. Those two are just introverted, but Tune? She just looks so…not happy. Amy had given her all those instruments for her dorm and it’s really rare when we hear even a peep. But music’s the one thing she seems to enjoy the most, no?’ Silver’s worry danced around his tongue, unable to stop himself. ‘Do you think that there’s something going on? Maybe we can help her.’

‘It’s ultimately up to her to decide if she even wants that help, babe. We can’t just force it on her.’

‘But if she continues like this…’

Sonic gave a fond look towards Silver as he listened, noticing how he’d fidget around his benched seat in the park. Sonic took another bite of the food platter they’d been sharing, Silver swirling his soda cup around lost in thought.

“I’ve seen that look countless times in my life…’ Silver admitted somberly, sliding his pointer finger up and down against the sides of his cup. ‘In my time period, it wasn’t uncommon. You bury yourself into your work, you hide away in your bed, you barely function at all as a person when you think there’s no point to anything. I just worry she’s going down that same route.’

‘Maybe she just needs that gentle push then?’ Sonic would suggest. ‘Maybe instead of going for a direct approach, we just finagle our way to the finish line.’

‘What do you mean?’ Silver’s ears perked up in anticipation, tilting his head to the side.

‘Someone like Tune isn’t gonna listen to us when we’re hovering all over her.’ Sonic continued. ‘And unless she’s forced out, she’d rather spend the whole day locked away. So why not do something to casually ‘put her to work’ so to speak.’

‘‘Put her to work?’ She already works plenty at HQ.”

‘Nah, nothing like that. I mean, give her something to do. Something to distract herself. Something tangible, like maybe food, or trying to offhandedly persuade her into going on a walk. Something that seems innocuous so she doesn’t suspect anything weird.’

‘Do you really think that would work?’

“Well it’s not a guarantee, but it’s worth a shot, isn’t it?”

After that, Silver had caught her a few times when working at the supply depot, trying to stir up some type of conversation, anything at all to get her to familiarize herself, but she always would give a simple “Sorry I'm a little busy. Maybe later.”, and then would proceed to cut her break early in favor of more independent work, but that “maybe” never came.  To say the gang was worried about her was an understatement. But how could they approach someone who made it their whole business to not be perceived in any capacity whatsoever? They had nothing to go off but her foul mouth, her interest in music, and her inability to accept any form of help from anyone who tried. She gave them absolutely nothing. Truly, she was a handful without even having to try. 

But, she still did take up the offer to take that dorm. So, supposedly there was one thing, at least. If she didn’t want to be here, she had every opportunity to leave. But she didn’t.

Silver stared at his garden below. It had been a nice growing season: the spring’s rain helped bring many flowers to the forefront, allowing them to bathe in the sunshine they’d been working so hard to meet. The potatoes and carrots he had planted were sprouting beautifully, lush green leaves spread out across the crater in lined patterns. Silver wished that he could bring some over to Tune, maybe to have something to tide her over, but she’d already peered at the garden like if she knew he would ask. So he didn’t bother.

He didn’t want to give up on her though. He was sure he could break through, if only for just a little bit. It was like a puzzle that needed solving, and Silver wanted to be the one to do it. So, he tried again. He tried to break the ice frosting over this summer’s evening roof.

“Can I ask you something?” he began, glancing up at Tune. She barely acknowledged him.

“You're gonna do it anyway.” she said plainly.

“...Why do you keep saying that? The whole ‘I don’t deserve this’ thing?”

“Because I don’t.” she quickly uttered. “I don’t deserve y'all's kindness.”

“But who told you that?”

“I don’t need to be told, Floats. And I don’t have to be a brainiac like Lil’ Fox to know how I’m being right now. How I've been all week. It’s intentional. I need y’all to stop.” her tone was getting a bit more stern.

“Stop?” Silver shifted in his seat. “Stop what, exactly?”

Tune finally turned to face Silver again, raising her body to sit up, her expression angry, flustered. His worried expression only served to tick her off more.

“T-this! This crap,” she hotly retorted, wildly flailing her arms around as if to emphasize her point. “All these kind gestures and trying to check in on me. I see right through you; Who freakin’ wouldn’t? You guys are so transparent it’s almost insulting. But yo, not for nothing, why y’all trying so hard to make believe you want this? I give y’all nothing yet every time I try to pull away, you keep coming back and I don’t know why!”

Her face was hot, but her expression was that of total fear, like a cornered, feral animal.

“Because we want you to feel okay, we want you to feel welcome.” Silver tried to argue. “We care about you, Tune. And like it or not, we’re worried.”

“But why?! What have I done that warrants you trying to help? Why are you people trying everything in the universe to convince me I’m worthy of something I’m not? You don’t know anything about me.”

“But you won’t even let us get to know each other. Do you really think it’s fair to say we shouldn’t worry about you?”

“Y’all need to learn to put that energy towards people who need it more. People who deserve it.” Her voice was tiny as she hugged at her knees once more.

She wasn’t listening. No matter what, she was completely, utterly incapable of forming any other opinion of herself that wasn’t perceivably negative. It put Silver in a very hard position, the desire of wanting to help and not knowing how. She was being completely unreasonable with herself. It was like trying to convince herself of anything, pleading for her to love herself, or at the very least respect herself, would be null and void to even try for.

And then a light bulb stuck.

If Silver could convince her to respect herself just yet, she’d learn to respect others through her own actions of self care.

“So, do you only ever respond to people demanding things from you?” Silver asked, almost condescendingly. “Is that what you want? Is that what'll make you think you deserve something from us?”

Tune didn’t entertain him. But Silver continued anyway.

“If so, I want you to eat that danish,” he said.  “And I won’t let you leave here until you do. I'll stay up the whole night if I have to. And even after that.”

Tune stood silent, but her eyes curiously locked on with Silver’s determined glare. He was going to get through to her if it killed him.

“...You'll be here a while then.” She tried to fight. Her stomach growled once more, betraying her.

“I’ve got all the time in the world. I live here now.” he said simply.

“...Pass.”

“Then how’s this?” he challenged, picking up the danish and practically shoving it in her hands. “I won’t eat a single morsel if you don’t.”

“W-what?!” she exclaimed, eyes widened.

“You heard me. I don’t eat until I see you do it. Any time you take a bite, I’ll do it too. The second you stop, I stop.”

“That’s insane, I’m not letting you do that.”

“Well if you don’t like it, start eating.”

“You're gonna starve yourself like that, dude! Don't be an idiot. You gotta feed yourself if you’re hungry. How else do you expect to–” she cut herself off. 

Silver smirked, the silence all he needed to hear. He watched as she processed everything, from the way he looked at her to the basket separating the two. She let go of her knees and gazed at the garden below. And after a long, agonizingly long, silent beat, Silver watched as she took the mochi doughnut from the roof, and unwrapped it, looking at Silver one last time as she defiantly nibbled at it with the fronts of her teeth, choosing the wrong pastry to start with. He mirrored her actions, nibbling at the apple fritter still in his hands, and when she took notice, a scowl formed on her face, a blush forming around the edges of her cheeks. Aggressively, she forced the doughnut into her mouth without restraint, chewing grossly and never breaking that eye contact. Silver followed suit, shoving his fritter in his mouth alongside her. If people were around to see it, they’d look crazy. 

He watched as she chewed thoroughly, like if she was putting all the effort she could muster in this one action. He didn’t relent, and only when he saw her swallow, even going so far as to open her mouth and stick out her tongue to show she wasn’t lying, seeing all the purple and golden brown bits of the doughnut stuck to her shark like teeth, did he do the same, mouth agape and all.

“Happy?” Tune grumbled, shoving the wrapping into her pocket.

“Very. But we’re not quite done here. I said the danish.” He pointed to the pastry in emphasis.

“I ate something. Isn’t that enough?” 

“Nope. I said you needed to eat the danish. So if you want to do something useful, eat it.” Silver lifted his leg so he could rest his arm atop, rummaging for another snack in the basket. He settled on a fruit sandwich. “Remember, I don’t eat until you do.”

“Oh my–for the love of everything–I’m gone. Eat by yourself.” Tune growled, getting up from her place on the roof and made the attempt to jump down, but Silver was faster, quickly snatching her body with his power with a firm grip. Her eyes were threatening to bulge out of her sockets, and she wished so hard that night she could use her sonar wave to absolutely wreck his shit and blast him off the roof.

She was gently, but firmly, placed back on the roof of the greenhouse, her blazing yellow eyes staring daggers at Silver’s calm frame, only being released by her top half, her waist down still firmly in Silver’s very casual grasp. It was like holding her down like this meant absolutely nothing to him. She was desperately still trying to fight this, grunting as she was trying to fight against his iron grip and stand. But she couldn’t no matter how hard she tried.

“Nope, that’s not happening.” Silver said matter-of-factly.

“You better let me go!” Tune screamed.

“Eat the danish and I'll consider it.”

“I ain’t wasting more food!”

“It’s not a waste. You need to eat.” Silver didn't let up no matter how hard she fought.

“Silver, let me go. Now. I ain’t playin’ around no more.” Tune’s tone was dark, threatening, demanding, evident by her dropping Silver’s real name.

“Eat the danish.”

“Give it to someone else!!”

“Nope. They're for you.”

He was playing her game and going for that high score.

Another beat. Silver could swear he saw steam coming out from her ears. She blew air into her cheeks, her fur completely tensed up, eyes twitching, wrinkles all over that ugly expression. If he wasn’t so committed to this, he’d laugh so hard right now at her face alone, knowing she was imagining every conceivable way she could gut out his insides with her eyeballs. But he knew better, and he was desperate to help her. And while he hated being so relentless and admittedly uncharacteristically harsh, she needed to know she was deserving of that help, even if this was the only way to get it through that thick head of hers.

And then, once more, after an agonizingly long wait,  she snatched the cheese danish carelessly and released it from the wrapping, looking away from Silver and towards the now completely starry sky. Silver followed suit with that exact same energy, opening the fruit sandwich and at the same as Tune, ripping a piece of the breaded good with his teeth. Tune ate, and she ate, and she ate some more. It started off quick, eating for the sake of getting Silver off her back. But the more she chewed, the more she began to really just…reflect.

For the first time since she left home, she allowed herself to savor every morsel instead of just using it for temporary fuel for a cause. She acknowledged the lightly sweetened pastry cream, the flaky crust surrounding it, the tender love and care that went into every painstakingly long step to crafting such a delicious snack. And by the time she finished, she was crying, this time for real. This time for a reason.

Silver watched as Tune carefully snuck her hand into the basket to grab another item from the menu of goodies Amy had provided, taking out around three and unwrapping them all. She ate quietly, glancing at Silver as if to demand he’d do the same. Content, he released her from his psychic grip. She didn’t fight. There was a long, comfortable silence in the air, the two just snacking away atop the greenhouse, taking in the gorgeous night sky.

“Silver?” Tune suddenly uttered, mouth full of snacks.

“Yeah?” Silver answered to her unknowing plea, the refreshingly calmer use of his name not gone unnoticed.

“...Thanks.”

Silver nodded and placed a hand into the basket, grabbing a bag of barbecue flavored potato chips. He opened it up, allowing the aroma to float into the atmosphere. And before he got the chance to place his hand inside the snack bag, he saw Tune’s hand closest to him reaching, clenching her clawed fingers like a child, demanding he hand some over to her. Silver smiled warmly, soft chuckle escaping his lips. He reached inside and pulled out a handful of chips from the bag, placing them in her hand and watched her eat quietly, sniffling all the way. 

"That's what I'm here for." He began. "But you know, I don't want to keep doing this. I want you to take better care of yourself, if not for me, then for you. If you'd like, we can start small and eat lunches together during our breaks. Or I can teach you ways around the Victory Garden and you can harvest stuff for your meals. That way you don't feel like you're taking away from us or freeloading."

Tune's voice was hoarse, but genuine. "You're so weird. Caring about someone you know nothing about."

"I could say the same for you, Tune." Silver simply stated, his tone warm. "After all, you didn't want me to go hungry either. Sounds to me like you care without you having to say anything. That's why we gotta learn more about each other, right?"

Tune's mouth curled ever so slightly upward as she chewed the last remaining bits of chips left in her hand. Turning her gaze directly to Silver's, she muttered a small, "Whatever, dude." But the rude reply obviously didn't match her now calmed, slightly amused tone.

He’d eventually want to get a full meal inside of her soon, but for now, this was okay. Because Silver knew for certain.

He got her.

as a noted fun fact: this comic i drew a while back took heavy inspiration from this chapter. it's tune after her arc is completed.

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@dcndrohime replied to your post:

When that mad sus tag line is just an Heizou vibe 🤔

He like a bit Heizou in flirty vibes. Honestly, i think he sus cuz he's cleary hidin smth

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a modern verse pax would be banned from escape rooms btw why bother with finding clues when he can just body the door and break it down every time

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Been doing nothing but making up self-indulgent lawlu AUs the past couple of days