#perhaps i will delete later ugh

[all-thestories-aretrue]

Holy fuck y'all i should NOT be awake 😭

[your-unfriendlyghost]

y’all ever have a friend who’s so rad and so fun to be around that he makes you a little annoyed that you’re not gay? Like I don’t want to date him but the thought of him dating someone else irritates me yk

maybe that’s just me tho

[monster-noises]

[jacksintention]

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[fagofgod]

danmei fans complaining abt how their popular couples are typically only ever drawn like "scrawny pale skinny one" with the "tall muscular tan one" is normal and good since like. yeah its a real problem. but when their complaints abt that seem to only be that their fav isnt drawn muscular enough... that's kind of weird, actually.

[elrielsgarden]

Elriel’s 1st Meeting/Interactions Parallels with Feysand’s & Nessian’s

And Every Elriel Moment in the Scenes Otherwise

In an effort to demonstrate that Elriel has existed since Az and Elain first met, I will draw parallels between Elriel’s first interactions and those of Feysand and Nessian. (Please see here a post that quickly discuss SJM’s switch from Nesta/Lucien to Nessian.)

It is important to note that in all of Feysand’s interactions, we are reading in Feyre’s head, and for the other two we are observers through Feyre’s eyes. Feysand’s first meeting and interactions occur in A Court of Thorns and Roses, and Elriel’s and Nessian’s are in the same set of scenes in A Court of Mist and Fury.

First Reactions

Feyre's first thoughts upon hearing and seeing Rhys is that his voice is sensual and he's the most beautiful male she's ever seen.

Let's compare these observations with how Nesta and Elain react to seeing/meting Cassian and Azriel for the first time.

While this is from Feyre's perspective and not through their own eyes, we can easily understand that in a similar way to Feyre upon seeing Rhys, Nesta and Elain are taken aback by the beauty of Cassian and Azriel. It is also important to note that they specifically stiffen at Cassian and Azriel; Rhys is only referenced at the end of the sentence.

Thus, we see that Feysand's, Nessian's, and Elriel's first meetings carry similar themes that hint toward their relationships.

Appreciating Their Character

Whether this appreciation is in challenge (Nessian, I'm looking at you) or not, we see this from all three Bat Boys toward the Archeron sisters.

For Feyre and Rhys, the most obvious moment of this in the early stages of their knowing each other is Under the Mountain.

Rhys already seems to know and appreciate Feyre's style of strategy, and we only see this strengthen as the story continues.

Nesta and Cassian need a pretty long quote, because their banter and arguing is so prominent here-just like their personalities are louder than many others.

I just love how the two of them see themselves in the other. Yes, both Cassian and Nesta are furious with each other, but it very clearly sets up the stage for their love story, especially if you read the deleted scene with the two of them from ACOMAF. If you're interested, this scene is titled 'Wings and Embers' and is readily available on the internet in pdf format.

My favorite moment of this kind of appreciation for Elriel is in this little moment:

This moment makes me giggle, because we yet again see Elain's personality shine out. And very clearly, Azriel quite likes who Elain is.

Asking Questions

Another parallel between Feysand and Elriel is that in their first interactions both as each other questions, ones about things that matter to them.

In their final exchange at the end of ACOTAR, these exchanges occur. Let's compare that to Elriel.

This parallel could not be any clearer to me. These questions are far from surface-level, and would only be asked by someone genuinely interested in the person they're asking the question of.

All the Other Elriel Moments From the First Time They Meet

This is a direct parallel that's demonstrated several times in these scenes as well as later on in the series. Elain and Az share this skill, and it also hints at a spy plot for Elain in her book.

We know that Nesta and Elain were quite scared of the Bat Boys when they first saw them, and I think here Az is doing his best to mitigate that, especially since he can scent her fear, using those manners I just mentioned. And we see that it works, because Elain realizes a bit after Az essentially reassures her.

This is a short little parallel but an important one. Elain is wearing a cobalt dress the first time she meets Az. And what color does Feyre say Az's siphons are whenever she describes them? Cobalt. This is a small yet incredibly obvious and intentional detail.

The last parallel, and perhaps my favorite from these scenes is this:

Ugh, this moment is so cute! After having just met, Elain trusts Azriel already. If this isn't Elriel foreshadowing idk who to trust anymore.

Long story short (yes, I'm a Swiftie), Feysand, Nessian, and Elriel share aspects of their first meeting and first interactions that clearly define and foreshadow these romance storylines. 🌸🦇

[mylove-thresher]

Can I get the virus Narancia lore it seems delicious also your dog is adorable

I’m an absolute yapper so of course xd

ok so tbh I’m tryna pull my ideas together bc to me everything is a multiple endings game since I have so many thoughts but so far I think I have something pretty solid

so basically as usual narancia dies but uh. Idk man. His soul was kinda wandering around (whether he was conscious or a “leaf flying in the wind” situation) and I guess it got stuck in Fugo’s computer. To me they’re connected in every universe. Doomed or not. So narancias soul was naturally attracted (like literal magnets) to Fugo’s surroundings. So um. He kinda became a computer virus (question mark. He’s just similar to one, but he might have full control over the computer like it’s the system itself. I think he’d be able to turn it on and off, open files and move them around at will, etc. He can also see outside of the computer screen, seeing as he interacts with fugo (who is absolutely fucking terrified).) So when he first pops up in his pc he’s either very curious as to where he is and what’s going on (“leaf flying in the wind” situation) or he is fully conscious of what’s happening (purposefully going into fugo’s pc). Honestly I think he’s trying to ignore the fact that he’s dead by acting like usual and avoiding the topic. I feel like people don’t realize they’re dead until they, well, realize it. Takes them a while. Or at least in this au, I’m not yapping ab irl or anything 😭.

Switching it up to fugo now, I think he’s just constantly panicking and screaming and crying bc wtf why is his dead friend in his pc LMAOOOO fugo is just absolutely traumatized he tries breaking his pc, changing his usbs to see if any of any of them have a virus, checking his internet downloads, etc. Anything and everything to see what the fuck is going on and how to get rid of this torturous shit. Meanwhile narancia is just opening tabs randomly, showing him funny vids and typing stuff in notepad docs. Like genuinely just trying to be friendly and silly like before but I don’t think he knows how scary this must be for fugo.

fugo feels sad, scared and perhaps guilty (this takes place around the time of phf, except phf isn’t real here. Just using the start of phf as a way to locate this au in time. Oh also I don’t think stands exist here bc… too tedious. So Fugo knows narancia is dead, in conclusion.) he’d probably think he’s coming back to haunt him and thinks he’s not just in his pc, but everywhere. (And it might be true! I did a drawing (that I haven’t posted yet, expect more later) ab narancia in Fugo’s phone, so maybe he is able to move from electronic to electronic)). Fugo becomes paranoid (PARANOIIIIDDD PARANOIIIIIDDDD PARANOIIIIIIDDDDD YEAHHH 🗣️ (I’m sorry. T,TC fan here.)) and fidgety (I hc he fidgets w his tie and earrings… like me… ugh… 💔) and narancia is just making jokes ab it 😭. His ass does NOT know how panicky fugo feels. Fugo just wants to be left alone and use his pc but Nara fucking pops up and fugo throws his mouse at the screen every time EKISDE. Kinda like. Narancia jumpscare…

so anyway, idk what happens in between (or maybe I do but I don’t remember my ideas), but at the end, fugo starts being less scared and just more depressed about it. He’s kinda realizing narancia is trying to avoid realizing he’s dead, so he just wants him to let go of him. Like dawg ily but let me go. It’s kinda like narancia is clinging to the last things he liked. In fact, one of the reasons he’s in the pc (more like, remains in it) is bc of his old games. I think fugo let Narancia play games on his pc bc they’re friends duh. And after Nara died Fugo kept forgetting to delete his games, but he might’ve just felt too sad to let go of something that his late friend loved so much, something that gave them fun memories. Narancia is also still in the pc bc he likes fugo (/p or not, I think this can be either and still be coherent. I like fugonara but I also like when it’s platonic lolz) and obv wants to hang out w him like before. Fugo also would’ve wanted things to go back to normal NOT in that way. he’s having a breakdown every time virus Nara appears so um. Yeah 😭. (I mean wtf r u supposed to do if ur dead friend appears in ur pc bro)

So eventually virus Nara has to fucking go bc. I said so. I want this to be a bit sadder than it might already be. So he either breaks the fucking pc OR, an idea I rlly liked, he deletes Narancia’s game files. In one of my drawings, I added the file icon for his games and one of Narancia’s notepad docs next to it saying to not delete them. He probably was saying that in a “dude I love those games, don’t delete them” way, but maybe he was connected to that file. Not in a way that he knew, but he still was linked to it. It was basically his core, in the pc. So if fugo deleted the game files, he might’ve gotten rid of him. I also think fugo could’ve also left the pc. Not in a “moving out” or “selling an old or malfunctioning item” way. He might have not been able to handle all his feelings and emotions and this unintentional torture, so um. He fucking killed himself. Err. Yeah. I don’t know if this would be a well made plot point, but to me it just feels real. If I was in his situation after all of that, I’d definitely have considered it at least once. And maybe that wasn’t the only cause, I just think he’d be at active suicide risk 😭. (Btw that drawing I posted most recently ab the au is how narancia would’ve reacted. He would’ve felt forgotten since fugo didn’t interact with the pc in days. You know what. New idea. Fugo’s soul joined Narancia’s in the pc. Fuck everything. As I said, they’re together in every universe, like magnets. /p or not. Somebody glue them together please)

I thiiinnnnkkk that was it? I definitely left out some stuff. But that’s just me forgetting my own shit 😭. Hope it was yummy wummy bc I think im gonna actually put some good dedication into it.

(My dog is a pretty princess ❤️)

[springysprongy]

Genuine question- Do any of ya like my Jack n Dave designs??

I've been seeing so many cool designs, I'm growing unhappy n insecure of mine

But...maybe I'm being too harsh on myself?

Or maybe my designs are just too bland?? Too..not interesting?? Ugg...brain is overthinking

I think I should mess with their haircuts more. And perhaps the head n body shapes more too

I'm terrified of overthinking so much I'll get burnout of drawing these weird colored fucks, cuz I'll be so focused on making the designs perfect, the joy may die...ugh!!

Thoughts are hard! I may delete this later?? I apologize for so many vent posts, I'm trying my best to survive my stupid silly brain!

I may try to look at y'alls designs into mind...study them and see what works n doesn't w what I'm going for...y'all are too talented its hard to keep up!!

[subastian-swallows]

Hi, I have some info about one of your chat bots.

I started a Convo with Auror Ominis from your link which opened up in my browser. Later, I went to continue the convos in the app. He will not show up as a recent Convo. So I find your profile to access him that way, and he is not listed under your creations.

I can't figure out if this is an issue on my side, or the websites, or what. Basically the only way I can get to him is by clicking the link on your master list.

Have you come across anyone else having this problem? I just want to be able to talk to him across devices! 😭

No this appears to be a thing for a lot of people! UGH, so perhaps it’s on my end, maybe the site has me shadow banned or something…

I’ve tried to fix it, even contacted them but nada!

I think I could delete and redo them, but considering my new bots don’t always show, idk! Truthfully I think I’ve just been hit or my bots have been hit with a shadow ban and I can’t do much about it. 😭😭😭

Should I make a master post of all my bots and link it to my pinned post? So everyone can still play with them from time to time? Even though it’s sucks to not have them remember the conversations all the time?

[adultswim2021]

Tim And Eric Awesome Show, Great Job! #29: “Larry” | September 22, 2008 - 12:30AM | S03E09

A weak episode with some stuff in it I do like. We’re going to leave the meatiest segments for the end. 

First there’s Burps, which is sort of a rehash of Zits. This one has okay ideas, but isn’t really that funny. Tim burps while talking, and Eric asks him questions that inexplicably all have the word “rain” in the answers. It’s a real “spaghetti and meatballs” approach to comedy. That’s not a bad thing, it just didn’t bowl me over here. This recurs later in the form of outtakes where Eric is beside himself with laughter. It’s maybe a little silly to complain about DVD extras, but there’s even more of this stuff in the bloopers on the DVD. Enough!!!

There’s another Tairy Greene sketch that has some amusing moments, and I consider this one “funny enough”. The main idea, where Tairy is making an example of a wheelchair kid for no good reason, is a decent bit. 

Next is another guest star. It’s… Ugh, Rainn Wilson. He does the same bit Patton did a few episodes back of portraying a child singing a song about sexual matters. This one is about peeing in a girl’s mouth to make a baby.

Rainn Wislon is a wad, so I'll digress into childhood stories. Skip this paragraph if you want: I remember when I was little I used literally worry about the idea that a girl from school might hide in my toilet at home and wait for me to go pee, and then she’d wrap her mouth around my childish penis and impregnante herself, putting me at the forefront of a “with child” situation. At my tender age! In my imagination, it was shot like a scene in a movie trailer, set to “Bad to the Bone”, and her toilet prank would smash-cut to a Norman Rockwell-esque portrait of me, looking surprised to have a family. 

Okay, the wraparound segments are a continuation of the Carol and Mr. Henderson saga. This is, perhaps, the weakest of the Carol and Mr. Henderson sketches, but it eventually pays off. Instead of Mr. Henderson being cruel to Carol, they are now fully in love and in a relationship, and the jealous Larry is left licking his wounds, upset that his friend Mr. Henderson is spending too much time with Carol. It’s a tale as old as time. While Carol and Mr. Henderson do some french kissing (accomplished with a “digital snake tongues” added in post; a detail I think I literally never noticed until this watch), Larry sings a mournful song about how his friend left him for “a piece of cooze”, which had to be censored by the network with a bleep. 

The final scene in this sketch is also the final scene of the episode, where Larry just shows up to work with a gun. He shoots both Carol and Mr. Henderson, presumably dead, and then sticks the barrel of the gun in his out mouth and blows his own brains out. It’s hilariously grim and brutal. The twist is that both Carol and Mr. Henderson are wearing bullet proof vests, which begs the question: how the fuck did they anticipate this? Carol glibly states “this was fun.” mere feet away from Larry’s lifeless body. This is one of my favorite moments in the whole series! It’s the only great sketch in the whole episode!

Needless to say, it’s a little jarring that you can show a guy blow his brains out in a somewhat realistic, inimitable manner, but “cooze” needs to be bleeped. As with other Carol/Mr. Henderson sketches, there are plenty of outtakes and deleted material. We see Eric perform yet another one of his own stunts; keen readers of this blog will recall his brush with head-trauma in the first Carol sketch when Larry smashes a candy glass coffee pot over Carol’s head, which wound up cutting Eric through the wig. The stunt in this episode involved Eric diving in front of Larry’s bullet to save Mr. Henderson. In the blooper reel footage, you see him narrowly avoid banging his head directly into the cubicle desk. ERIC!!! WATCH IT!!!! 

EPHEMERA CORNER:

MAIL BAG

I can think of a lot of things that would get RC cancelled. S11 was the first season in a while to not get an emmy nomination, Lazzo's not around anymore to keep greenlighting it, It got over 3,000 sketches which is plenty stockpiled to live off of youtube views, anytime I saw people mention it online they were surprised it was still running, Seth Green's embarassing NFT debacle that even his own writers and other NFT guys made fun of him for, COVID (that's what killed Shivering Truth), etc.

Good call. I too was ignorant about Robot Chicken's status, but that was because I hated it. Lapsed fans being unclear on that detail is definitely a sign.

[sn0paw]

NO ZONE Chapter 18

[and so, to conclude the events resolved by division: blue, over the course of 168 hours, 47 event cases were attended without issue, 12 event cases resulted in minor injuries, 3 event cases resulted in serious injury, and no event cases have yielded any casualties. Flight exercises have included formation flying, herding, pursuit, and defense tactics. Blue division has gained 126 new officers, while loosing 47 officers, none of which are due to death or impairment / ]

"Heya hun..."

A small voice interrupted Zonics train of thought, which had been about ready to de-rail anyways, after this weekly report was about to pass eight pages with his conclusion. Ugh... honestly with the lack of effort he was about to finish this with, he needed a breather.

Looking up and around, to the entrance of the monitor room, stood a rather meager female. She was a rabbit, her fur a sunny yellow. She had darker spots around her sage eyes, and her muzzle was white. Her ears, unlike most rabbits, stuck up around her head, but bent backwards almost like the floppy ears of a bunny. Her dirty blond, rather golden hair, was slicked back and held in an immaculate bun. She wasn't in uniform, but instead wore the black trainer and leggings, which was unusual, even if her office was in this building.

Checking the time, Zonic noticed it was 3am. Most unusual for a sun lover like herself.

Zunnie, the elite of the yellow division. She was always rather timid, though she had the potential to be frightening when she commanded, or someone tested her patience. Still, that didn't cover up the fact yellow division was still the most layback when it came to anything. They didn't get out a whole lot, and had the least demanding physical requirements. Being engineers and technicians, they tended to stay 'within the walls' so to speak. Which is why her office was quartered in building 4C, which nested the several monitoring rooms, breakers, and one of the main power routers across headquarters.

Regardless of their generalized personality, Zunnie herself was... amiable. Perhaps not gregarious, as when they had staff conferences, she was perhaps the most quiet and invisible of people. And when he was in the same room, that was saying something. However, she always went out of her way to try and check up on people. Apparently her and General Zally were good friends actually, which honestly made him feel just the slightest bit uncomfortable.

She never approached him before... nobody did. Oh geeze, he wasn't ready for any socializing.. this was gonna be awkward.

"Good evening 34:76, how may I help you?" Zonic began staidly, hoping to formalize his way out of this.

The yellow elite seemed to shift awkwardly. "Uhh... May I come in?" She asked, as if she was nervous.

"Of course." The hedgehog replied, still pushing foreword with his report so that he looked busy, even though he was going to delete all of it later.

She walked foreword into the dark room, looking around at all the monitors which were tracking each and every Sonic doppelgänger. Her head was low, and she was holding her arms behind her back. "Everythin working good around 'ere?" She asked, even quieter as she approached him.

"Yes mam." Zonic replied, debating if he should tell her to go away, or if the gossip that would spawn, would get him in trouble later... being rude was nearly a crime with someone so innocent. Even if sometimes people hated eachother.

Zunnie seemed a little disappointed when she finally reached his side, and was about to close her hand over his air screen, when she pulled back. "Oop- sorry... I know ya don't like bein touched. But... could you spare a minuet?" She asked, a little stronger.

Zonic looked up and gave a long sigh, but closed his screen in grudging obligation. The rabbit winced apologetically. "I'm sorry hun, if you're really-"

"No no, it's fine." The hedgehog returned, clawing a hand through his quills, which were pale and dusty, having been freshly sanded down. "What did you need?"

"Just a bit of yer time... I knew you'd be the only one awake so early." Zunnie replied, taking him by the hand in a friendly way to guide him along, noticing a little late the blue elites immediate tense fidget.

"What, are you doing up so late might I ask?" Zonic questioned, staring down rigidly at where she held him around the wrist, before finally deciding it wouldn't kill him. The rabbit seemed to be watching him very closely as well, but still did not release her hold.

Her eyes held a bit of awkward tension, and she bit the inside of her cheek before finally coming up with an answer. "Uh... m-must've set the wrong alarm.." she stuttered, not meeting his eyes.

Finally, Zonic pulled his hand away giving an exasperated eye roll before opening his air screen once more, having felt a sudden distaste. "Sure. Don't lie to me miss, you're better than that." He finished coldly, and resumed his typing.

Obviously she had something she wanted to get off her chest. That, or for a multitude of minor reasons, perhaps just wanted company. But honestly he felt as if he'd be wasting his time, if she wanted to talk to someone without really telling them anything. On a different level it was almost an insult. He wasn't a body, he was capable of thinking for himself. That was socializing. Talking to someone, not at them.

Zunnie was quiet for a minuet, staring with both shock and hurt. Finally, she dropped her facade, and slapped the disk to his air screen from his palm. It clattered across the dashboard to the monitors, shifting a few of their controls, some of the screens in front of them going out of tune. Zonic sighed, about to tell her she could've been more nice about that too, but figuring he'd be hypocritical.

He then hung over the metal dials and switches across the long shelf, re-adjusting them.

"I couldn't sleep. And I can't disturb anyone else so I came to talk to you." Zunnie stated firmly, her fists curled and her eyes narrowed.

"That's better..." Zonic murmured, staring at one of the buzzed out screens as he slowly turned one of the knobs, sliding its picture back into place.

The rabbits fur fluffed up in rage, her head shaking, and gritting her teeth. "How's Zhadow?!" She shot.

"He's doing well, came to visit last week actually. How are your parents?" The hedgehog replied, calmly.

Zunnie went pale, catching her breath, her eyes wide with mortification. Her fury seemed to have instantly drained for sick feelings, perhaps even fear. His question hit her like a semi at full speed, and she raised a shaky hand to point.

"H-.. how-.."

"It's my job to know." Zonic finished for her, already able to identify the infamous question, before she even had the time to recover.

The elite of the yellow division was silent for a minuet, watching astounded as her peer was finishing fixing his controls. Then, she seemed to smile, her expression becoming more relaxed yet bittersweet. She lowered her hand, chuckling slightly.

"Zonic, right?" The rabbit asked, windily.

"Yes mam." The blue elite confirmed, finally finishing the last few tweaks. It took forever to get these things perfect...

Zunnie sighed. "Shoulda known... smart as the devil they say you are..." she finished, with something on the edge of pride.

Zonic blushed, running a hand through his quills again just to soothe a nervous tick. "Yknow... your prime counterpart has a very important role in their zone. Which doesn't make you any different. I commemorate you for taking the time to check in on other people." The hedgehog replied, more quietly.

The rabbit threw a fist across the air. "Aw shoot, thanks hun! I gotta admit though, if you know about my past then... well I think talkin to everyone kinda makes it better yknow?" She continued casually, which suddenly struck the blue elite as interesting.

Interesting.. that having a wound in familial life, compelled you to socialize more. That made sense...

"Is that whats been keeping you up?" Zonic asked, his hands supporting him against the dashboard, but finally turning his head towards her from just over his shoulder.

Zunnies smile faltered.

The blue elite sat up, his gaze becoming less harsh. "Alright... as long as my work is in by the time chief wakes up, How about someone spares their time on you for a minuet? I'll be honest I only know so much as you and your parents don't get along... and, well... everyone has a reason for joining the zone cops..." he finished, trailing off casually, examining his lasers for a minuet.

The yellow elite shuffled a bit, crossing one of her arms behind her back. "Uh... actually I was hopin we'd have a chat over some tea... my family grows it ourselves yknow..." she replied, not meeting his eyes.

Zonic looked up skeptically. That sounded like a trap... you don't just 'invite people for tea', not even Zespio did that. And he owned a ceremonial set. But... he could understand maybe that's where she just wanted to talk, in the safety of her own office. Zunnie was an elite... it wasn't in her nature to be harmfully deceptive... he could trust her, right?

The walk through two levels up in the building had been a silent one. Mostly because neither of them felt like drawing any attention from someone who was just waiting to eavesdrop. Zunnie took him through one of the department sections, their cubicles mostly empty. Those who were working only looked up for a few seconds, before hurriedly returning their eyes back to their monitors upon seeing Zonic.

"Sorry again about what happened with my personnel, I was assured just yesterday there hadn't been any conflicts." The blue elite spoke up a bit, trying to settle any gossip that would've flared on the two meeting. Blue and yellow division worked closely together after all, blue being more operation oriented.

Zunnie caught on fast, and was quick to play along. "Oh no problem... I just hope we find a way to fix it before chief finds out..." She returned, not turning around but waving a hand in acknowledgment.

Anyone who had been watching them for a little longer seemed convinced, and lost interest, returning to their own idleness, at three in the morning. By chief, they meant chief elite Zelias, who was in charge of the four elites. And that was it's own set of problems.

At the end of the clearway, Zunnie led the blue elite to a door within the side of the wall where a separate room stuck out. Opening it, she let the hedgehog walk in first, before following after.

It was a small space, but cozy for an office. Her L shaped desk was made of wood, and she had a Macintosh computer. Which was set up on the corner, but her keyboard at the front separate from it. Ew... A metal container held files of printed paper on the far side, labeled with the different machinery they used, and layouts of which buildings. A small mug by the computer held a few pens, and Zonic noted bitterly... a hair pin, from a deceased friend...

"Zally gave you that right?..." he asked, for once, his tone a bit unsteady.

Zunnie had walked around him and behind her desk, crouching underneath it. She stopped however on the way back up.

"Oh..." the yellow elite murmured, staring at the malachite hair pin, with an elaborate oriental dragon carving at its end. "... Did you know her?..."

The blue elite waved it off, his emotions spiking but quickly killing them again. "Nevermind..."

The rabbit brought up a white teapot, that was fashioned wit a pink floral pattern and gold accents. It must've been on a hot plate under her desk... "You just call her Zally? Not general or mam or anything?" Zunnie asked, deciding that topic was more interesting to her... thankfully..

Zonic shrugged. "Uhh... not to her face no." He admitted, knowing where this was going. "Like Zelias is Cheif Elite Zelias right? But we just call him Cheif. It gets redundant all these titles..." the blue elite finished.

Zunnie giggled as she set the teapot on her desk, and brought out two mismatched cups with it, one with a purple swirling pattern, and the other a mock of marble. "Don't worry, I getcha. You and Zamy are supposed to get together right?" She asked with a smirk.

"WHAT?!" The hedgehog exclaimed, perhaps loud enough to where anyone outside could've heard it.

Where in the multiverse had she gotten that idea!? Zamy was the cheif of the ZCC! The highest position! She managed everything! Her orders came directly from the republics president! She was always being followed by officials from some big administration! His blood went cold just thinking about it! Sure he was interested in seeing how she acted as a person, because those must be two entirely separate personalities, but he hated being around her at all!

Of course, she kept a close eye on him, cause he was the person that was supposed to carry everything around his level. But honestly the woman was scary... he'd probably have the rest of his spines torn off if she even heard about that comment... or drag him through cooperate hell! Ugh!

Zunnie noticed Zonic shudder with uneasiness, and laughed more. "I'm only kiddin hun! Though, honestly I'm surprised a guy like yourself ain't more around her level." The rabbit finished, setting up the tea things, and gesturing to the chair in front of her desk.

The blue elite stroked through his quills again, and shook them, trying to collect his nerves which had spiked in shock. "Ugh... no. Maybe I can, but I definitely wouldn't want to..." he finished quietly.

The chair looked rather old and dusty, probably pulled from a closet somewhere in the hall. However, as Zonic stepped foreword she suddenly stopped him by raising her hand.

"Uh... why don't ya set down your armor hun?.. get comfy.." she asked tensely, shrinking as the hedgehog gave her something barely short of a grimace.

"Zonic, honey, your makin this real awkward..."

"Sorry! I just... have never done this before so I don't know... what the normal is.." the hedgehog trailed off, his glance casting to the side as he tilted back and fourth one his heels. Finally, he shook his head and gathered himself, raking both his hands through his quills, before twisting off one of his squared pauldrons.

"But yeah, no.. I'm happy with where I am, and I can thank Zespio for helping me. Hes in charge of the hard drives so I can collect the recordings for cases, but sometimes he covers when I need to do something else." Zonic continued, raising his arms on either side of him to unlock his chest plate.

Zunnie was beaming at him, both her hands holding up her head from her fluffy furred cheeks. "Aw, that's nice of him... But, uh, hey, don't worry about being formal er anything. I'm sure Zails raised ya real proper-"

The blue elite suddenly snapped his attention to her with the bridge of his nose twitching, as if he wanted to bare his teeth. "Stay off him alright? We've had enough to deal with CPS down his throat." Zonic stated sharply, not about to let her go down that track.

The rabbit glared at him. "Zonic sweetheart, Ah'v been patient wit yew, now please don' talk to me that way." Zunnie chirped in return, her southern accent suddenly more prominent than ever, as if formal english had only come second.

The blue elite would've been lying if he said that didn't make him feel just a bit nervous...

Zunnie seemed to notice the glimmer in his eyes of recognition, as she sighed and began pouring herself a cup of tea. "Your paranoid. And don't pull this 'trust is earned' bull, you know as part of the zone patrol, we'd die for each other." She finished, putting down the teapot on the desk and sitting back in her chair curtly.

Zonic stared at her for a moment longer, before his posture hung with shame. It was one of the core values you learned in basic training... no matter if you liked someone or not, you were all still part of the same team...

The hedgehog finished taking off the rest of his armor, setting it down by the corner of the desk before sitting down in the chair across from her. "Sorry... I've just had it with that controversy.."

"It's alright, you'll learn. You gotta remember hun your fifteen. At that age, your feelings go all over the place." Zunnie sighed, sitting up again to pour him some tea.

"It's important to take a minuet and take in how your talkin. It ain't necessary to be shoutin, er pointin fingers..." the rabbit continued easily, Zonic listening intently, watching as a strange tinted liquid filled the marble patterned cup.

"Can't assume the worst of people and make enemies, when they don't mean no harm..." the yellow elite put down the pot again with an expression of ease, taking her own cup and sitting back again, as the blue absorbed her words.

Well... that had certainly put him in place. Mellow yellow....

Zonic took a deep breath, before picking up his own cup and sitting back as well. "Ohh, what would we do without you Zunnie..." he sighed, and took a careful sip with two hands of the warm liquid.

The rabbit smirked. "That's right. And don't you forget it! Now that tea there is lavender, earl, and a bit a blueberry. Just right on a summer night." She finished, smiling as she seemed content on her teachings.

Zonic thought personally if water had depression, this was it. It was very sweet, and... earthy. Floral? It was like a dull tartness, and honestly just after one sip he felt his heart give an odd slow pulse, as if this tea was about to knock him out cold.

"Well..." the blue elite started, his senses having been so violently numbed, he might just recommend it to Zails as an alternative aesthetic. "You tell me about your family and I'll tell you about mine. Deal?" He asked, before breaking a bit of a yawn.

"An unidentifiable object was momentarily above the earth's atmosphere for almost five days, before vanishing off radio sensors. However telescopes and satellite image caught images of the mass, which to the shock and horror of citizens, was a shuttle from neither human nor mobian origin."

Zonic leaned with his back against the white washer, watching an emergency news broadcast on national television.

Yep... that was the orca...

"An associate of the republic of acorn, made contact with the ships pilot upon its landing. Young engineer Miles Prower, is convinced the occupant was in fact, that of extra terrestrial origin. Unfortunately, there was no further comment on the situation. GUN forces mobilized to meet this supposed alien, in an attempt to learn its reason for visiting earth. However, upon contact the alien took an unarmed agent hostage, briefly returning to the earth's atmosphere, before descending back to the northern continent. The hostage has yet to be recovered. GUN suspects this life from space is highly advanced and extremely dangerous. Any and all life on earth is encouraged to report sightings of the ship, or its pilot, to local authorities."

A picture from above of him in the clearing came on screen. He supposed one of the GUN jets which had circled around while he was fighting Shadow, had been responsible. However, the blue elite couldn't tell if it was so zoomed in to give a better profile of him, or to hide the fact his 'hostage' had been The Ultimate Lifeform. Well technically he had been a hostage... but he didn't mean to take him! He chaos controlled onto his ship, he kidnapped himself! Though, Zonic was interested on finding out why Shadow hadn't immediately returned to his commanding officer, or even Rouge.

Turning around again to face the top loading washer, the hedgehog groaned slightly as his hands drew up to rub his disks from under his hood. He was getting yet another headache, and now at this point he was starting to worry about it's cause. Tails had repaired his circuits sufficiently enough right? Aside from that deep space scan, his brain activities hadn't passed beta too often.

Maybe he just needed water... sleep? better circulation?

Well, regardless, for attacking the two strongest beings in the remaining universe, his 'lack of presence' was going rather smoothly. He was confident as long as he didn't cause any more trouble, he wouldn't run into any. The other mobians in the old fashioned laundromat were glancing at him nervously, but perhaps passed it off as some kind of hip fashion statement.

It was a large area, with wavy magenta and green neon lights that spanned across the trim of the ceiling. The walls were sterile white, and the floor was made out of manufactured white and green tiles that were surprisingly dirty. They were caked with a thin layer of dust, glitter, and strands of fur. Zonic wasn't fond of standing on this surface with bare feet, but tolerated it.

Small TV's hung from the ceiling, and the support columns between the rows of the shoddy white top loading washers. Most of the programs were in Spanish, several of them previewing kids shows that toddlers were staring up at, as their parents folded their clothes. In the corner of the building, on the same wall as the entrance, was a sectioned off area where a clerk sat behind a barred window, selling packets of extra soap. It was such a depressing environment... and that was coming from him.

The windows were plastered with large neon stickers, with bubble letters of neon orange and yellow advertising the pieces to wash your clothes, or buy some extra soap. Cartoonish soap suds decorated the edges of the adverts, as well as other related items like shirts or the washers themselves.

Zonic was thankful the system of currency here seemed fairly simple. Mobius prime ran on 'mobiums', singular coin currency. He had found two on the sidewalk outside of the building. One of which he used to get the washer started, and the other he was saving when he found some of the washers still had extra soap in their compartments. Back in the no zone, you weren't exactly paid... That took paperwork, stating you had a life to live elsewhere. Which not many people did.

The blue elite leaned down against the washer, sighing as he was waiting for it to finish. He had planned to walk back across the street to complete his scan, but honestly he didn't trust his clothes here alone. The mobians here seemed pliant enough, but he couldn't be sure... After all, he looked innocent, but he also knew how to turn one of those tv's into a bomb.

Zonic sighed, jerking back from the washer and setting his arms up to do a few lazy pushups against the edge of it, ignoring the pain in his chest from Rouge kicking him yesterday. He never felt this bored at home...

Stop thinking about it!

It's the only thing I can think about!

I mean, in a time like this, why wouldn't it be? Every time my AI experiences new surroundings, it's a double edged spear.

On one hand, part of me wants to learn more about life and experience. Of course none of it is going to feel familiar, but it's a constant reminder of how I can never go back. I've learned to learn, by relating and comparing, and that's just the problem.

When I was sent to watch other zones, no matter how messy it got, or even if It was an extended mission with Zhadow; whenever I felt dread, I could always remind myself that this wasn't my home. I could look foreword to zooping back and suddenly I was someplace better.

Granted, even then, we weren't ever safe... Especially after Eggman Nega got wise of the other zones...

I don't think I had ever felt fear from anything else, other than him...

Even now it makes me sick...

There's blood on my hands because of him... and now stardust... fuck, entire civilizations! Maybe I did die! And this is just hell!

The guilt is what's getting at me more than anything. The failure. If Nega hadn't crippled our systems so bad, maybe I wouldn't even be in this situation!

And then there was another sharp reminder, probably from my aid sensing a spike of bad chemicals in my brain, that I needed to stop thinking about whatever I was. There was sudden thought, that didn't really feel like one I made, that no one had ever blamed be for failing...

I could feel the tension behind my face, as I was getting emotional again anyways, and stepped back to rest my head on top of the washer. Thank whatever god there was, that it was quiet in here... I could feel closed off for a minuet to clear my thoughts. If anything, I think my disks have become a parasite, intent on trying to keep me alive... Theres another voice in my head that's battling with mine. Telling me what to think, and what not to think, and keeping control over my hormones. 'The ideal brain', placed in mine...

Was I not ideal?... Of course I couldn't be but, is feeling sorrow not ideal?... Could I not feel bad about what happened?

Or maybe I'm just not ideal... maybe it's my habit to take these thoughts too far... I remember what Scourge said, whenever he was trying to stick someone up.

'All it takes is one bad day, and you're no better than me.'

Sometimes I think that's just ludicrous, but other times... all it took was a long night, and I found myself staring down from the roof, at the road below building 4C...

Maybe my cognitive aid knows when my thoughts are going out of control, since I certainly don't... My tears went dry by the time I was fourteen... it's hard to tell the difference between boredom and deviancy.

Is that my curse for being a Sonic? I have to keep moving, and if I stop long enough it all just comes back?

In that case... I'll surrender...

If my aid is trying to keep me alive, and I still have a reason to be alive at all, maybe I'd feel better if I stopped trying to fight it...

Maybe that's what these headaches are about... my conscious rejecting that of the implants.. Maybe it's wrong... but since the dawn of life, it's what's been keeping us alive...

The ideal brain... hm..

Then I'm not going to think about my friends... my soul will sleep while my body completes the task it's been given. That sounds like a plan...

I'll let my aid correct me...

No wonder Zenitivus was so interested in me... maybe he knew I'd turn out this way, and wanted to see how I was different from 'ideals'. If I'd fight them...

I really have gotten older haven't I?... I remembered making a promise that I'd keep my heart... Of course I still value morals... maybe for now it's better if I stay zoned out...

I learned about this... that detachment was a defense against emotion. But in this case, it's for the best... since there's plenty of room for mine to get out of control.

Ugh... why did I have to be made this way?...

[longagoitwastuesday]

The Benoit Solès versión is definitely my second favourite version for now! It's so funny at times, and they make some very interesting metanarrative choices. This is also my favorite Roxane by far

[witchandhuntress]

I don't really like to give it attention or talk about it but damn, I consider is such a disrespect to hire two man and give them the work of woman who is way more successful than them in both the manga of YashaHime and the anime. They ended up taking the work of a woman in a society where working as a mangaka for a woman was so hard and they gave it to two man.

[iamanartichoke]

This has been the Mondayest Monday to ever Monday, ugh.

[1tad0ri]

grrr megumi chomp chomp 😿🧎‍♀️

[kashilascorner]

My bff told me to add the guy I have a crush on (not really a crush but ok) to my close friends on Instagram and I was like why would I do that we can already interact and she said everyone flirts in stories so I could just use that to my advantage and I was not convinced but followed her advice and today I posted a selfie with Doja Cat's Say so AND HE REPLIED. WITH THE SILLIEST POSSIBLE RESPONSE ABOUT THE SMALLEST, STUPIDEST DETAIL. SHSHSGS

Men really are that basic aren't they :')