#rodent problem au

[projectshadowz]

here is a drawing i made about my au for a scene in my fanfic rodent problems!!! i actually made it a little while before making the fic, so i had to fix the designs a little to fit their current ones!!!

,,,here is the link to fanfic so you can read it first if you want, since it's a scene in chapter 3. (chapter 4 is being worked on, and will probably come out tomorrow!!!)

now, if you dont care or you have already read,,,, here is the drawing!!!

,,below the more thing

not my best work, but i feel satisfied in it!!!! i wanted to post more about my au because idk i just really like it, and i am trying to be more confident about sharing things ive made like this,,

[itsa-me-lily]

Hi hello, here’s a list of more Simon & Thimble playlist

And here's the Military Program Spouse AU list

This is based off of the suffering I’ve experienced at my own stupid choices.

Content warning;

Baby noises, idea of the supernatural, medical/disease discussion

Simon Riley, military lieutenant and member of the elite 141, had experienced the horrors of the world enough to fill at least half a dozen lifetimes. He knew what lurked in the shadows, waiting to snatch any form of life it could get its claws into. He knew what to expect from the world.

And yet he never expected to wake up in a fucking horror movie. Because why was he violently yanked from the edge of sleep by the sounds of a crying baby. As far as he was aware, there were no babies in this household, the…rodents not withstanding. But there it was, the sound of an infant crying rang through the house, so either you decided to partake in a late night kidnapping, or his new house was haunted. There was a possibility that the years of buried guilt and PTSD had finally caused Simon to lose his grip on reality, but he would always choose to disregard that possibility until he absolutely couldn’t.

So his brand new house was fucking haunted by an upset baby.

Simon didn’t know how to solve his brand new house being haunted by a god damn baby. Before he could debate his choices of an exorcist or simply ignoring the problem and hoping it chose to bother someone else, the sound was cut off mid cry. It was sudden and the muffled sounds of the pull out bed adjusting to a shift of weight filled the void the crying had left. Whatever was happening must not have been that frightening because a few squeaks followed what sounded like the shuffling of feet. Those not rats either had no sense of self preservation, or were the bravest god damn creatures on the planet.

Gettin up from bed he hovered by the closed bedroom door, slipping on his medical mask while trying to hear what was further going on. He heard you hush your pets, though what you were saying wasn’t discernible. There was more shuffling and grumblings, and he cracked the door open when the sound of a light switch clicked into the night. The living room was empty, the pull out showing all signs that you had been there once.

Sweeping his gaze he found you in the kitchen, hunched over the sink, the single overhead light there bathing you in the only ring of light in the darkness. You were fiddling with something in your hands, the only clues as to what the popping of a cap, a little robotic beep, and a click of something. He watched as you squeezed a finger and then tapped something against it. He was already through the living room and entering the kitchen when you stuck the offending finger into your mouth, staring down at the little device in your hand like it had personally affronted you.

In the daytime hours Simon would deny any satisfaction at seeing you jump upon realizing you weren’t alone in the kitchen. But it wasn’t daytime hours and Simon couldn’t help but feel a little smirk tug at his lips when your head had whipped up to look at him, he shouldn’t have to be the only one dealing with spooks in the night.

After what was, for all intents and purposes, a silent showdown, Simon nodded to your hands, his questions rumbling through his chest.

Diabetes.

You had explained that you were a diabetic, and the system you used to automatically monitor your glucose levels audibly alerted you if your levels decided to take a nose dive. Which would mean checking it manually. Okay that was fine. Another detail he would have known if he had actually chosen to read your file. He wouldn’t judge you for that. He would, however, judge you for choosing a baby crying as your alert noise. Sure it was affective at getting your attention, but he didn’t have to question the possible possession of ghost babies too.

He couldn’t help but glare up at the ceiling as he laid back in bed, pretty confident he wasn’t getting back to sleep anytime soon. Yes he knew staring at a screen was not helpful to falling asleep. Yes he was searching up facts about diabetes management. No he wasn’t worried about you or anything. He just liked being prepared.

He did have the fleeting thought about if he still had your file floating around somewhere on base though. Maybe taking a peek through it wasn’t the worst idea.

Edit

Listen the baby crying is very effective for getting your attention in the middle of the night, doesn’t mean it’s not disorienting as fuck. I hope you enjoy and as always feel free to send in an ask or something

[f0rlorn]

falling for ya!

yuji itadori x fem!reader, (one sided) nobara kugisaki x reader, teen beach movie au

follows the plot of teen beach movie, some characters have been mischaracterized for the sake of plot.

warnings: implied misogyny like in the movie (i'm aware they wouldn't actually act like this, but it's an au), sort of one sided crush, reader acts like she's lobotomized, and weird pacing tbh!!

word count: 4.4k- that's a personal record

Life was simple. You liked biking, big hair, leather boots, and boys, things every other biker girl enjoyed. Life was perfect. You didn't have to make decisions or do anything complicated- with a flutter of your glittery eyes, boys lined up to do it all for you. The only thing that got in the way of your perfect little life was the band of surfers that loved to hang around the same joint your brother and his friends did, Big Momma's.

In the midst of summer, the rival surfer and biker gangs spewed fiery hot hatred, blood boiling from the mere sight of the other. Each wanted the spot for their own, willing to go to bizarre lengths, all for a fish fry and a soda. You didn't mind the surfers, they didn't bother you in your pristine, pretty bubble as you twirled through life in a girlish daze. But your brother, Aoi, was territorial. He wanted the surfers out.

Your brother and his friends made a big spectacle out of their entrance, revving their engines obnoxiously as a warning to Big Momma's patrons, much to her dismay. She had reprimanded him time and time again about scaring away customers, but it always fell on deaf ears. Besides, they were trying to scare those pesky Surfers away all the time.

Pulling up your thigh-high, pastel pink boots, you rolled your eyes dismissively as your brother dramatically swung the chipped wooden doors to Big Momma's wide open. The sun shone brightly behind him, casting a menacing shadow on his face. The upbeat, harmony-intensive music that had been playing died down as the room full of surfers looked threatened by your mere presence there.

"Surfers. Thought I smelled somethin' fishy," Todo remarked, crossing his arms. A girl in a black swimsuit pushed through the crowd, standing face to face with your brother. More accurately, face to chest, as Aoi had a decent amount of height on her. Though, that didn't seem to intimidate her in the slightest.

"Rodents. I knew I should have laid some traps," she seethed, eyes squinted behind a pair of glasses. "Thought you all were exterminated."

"And I thought you surfers were all washed up," Noritoshi retorted from over Todo's shoulder.

"'Yea. You should make like the ocean and wave goodbye," Nishimiya giggled, making a wave motion with her hand. Deadpanning suddenly, she continued. "'Cause we want this place to ourselves!" You nodded from Todo's side, mindlessly encouraging their childish antics with a pop of your bubblegum.

"The girls don't lie, Maki." Maki was beginning to object, growing dangerously close to Todo's face with a pointed finger, ready to snap, before a boy in an unbuttoned shirt and messy, pink hair, pushed his way through.

"I'm sorry, is there a problem? You guys don't own this restaurant."

"Yeah, I'll show you the problem, punk-" Before the encounter could grow violent, you scurried over to the jukebox, making a show of slotting a coin in and bumping the machine with your hip to start up the music. Both Todo and the surfer boy stared dumbfounded at your attempt to diffuse the situation, but settled nonetheless, giving each other one last mutual glare before settling on opposite sides of the joint.

You smiled, clapping your hands together in satisfaction. You were the self-proclaimed queen of peace and de-escalation. "Let's just get our lunch and go, Aoi, it's not worth all the fuss. C'mon, we'll be back later," You reassured him with a smile. Who was he to say no to you?

That night, Big Momma was letting you and the girls put on a little performance to entertain her Friday night rush crowd. Your red, polka dot dress looked absolutely darling on you. Beaming, you indulged yourself in a little spin, adoring the girly way the dress twirled. Not to mention, your hair looked great. You had gotten your friend Miwa to tease it for you, a shiny headband accentuating the meticulous hairstyle.

Settling into the comfy corner booth, you took a swig of a fruity soda, attempting to soothe your vocal cords before you had to sing in just a few minutes. "Hey sis, those surfers weren't bothering you earlier, were they? Saw 'em eyeballing Mai over here," Todo questioned, gaining an affirmative nod from Mai as she was mentioned.

"No, of course not!" You assured. "You know, they're not so bad."

"All surfers are bad!" Nishimiya protested, causing the rest of the table to chime in in agreement. You rolled your eyes with a breathy laugh at their extreme loathing of the other breed.

"Okay, well, we gotta go. It's almost time, come on!" You urged, coaxing Miwa, Mai, and Nishimiya from their seats to come on the stage with you.

The set was going great, your friends were dancing and having a good time. You even got some of the surfers to dance as well. It wasn't until you twirled, heel catching on the edge of the stage, that you felt any sort of dismay that night. You held your breath, preparing yourself for the painful, embarrassing fall that surprisingly never came. When you opened your eyes, you were met with the handsome face of the surfer who was arguing with your brother earlier.

Yuji was a stereotypical surfer boy, a smile plastered on his face for the entirety of the summer. He always said his first love was the water, the splashing of the waves a sweet siren song pulling him in. What was sweeter than that siren song, though, was your melodic voice that night. It was only because you lured him closer to the stage that he was able to be there as you tripped, arms reaching out on instinct to scoop you up from midair.

"Nice of you to drop in," he mused.

"You saved my life," you beamed, eyes lighting up. The boy laughed, suddenly nervous as you spoke to him. "You're my hero!"

"Not really. I mean, the stage is only two feet up," Yuji nodded his head in the direction of the stage, "the worst you would have done is break a nail," he awkwardly joked, careful to set you down on your two feet, making sure you were steady before removing his hands from your hips.

"I guess I literally fell for you, huh? I'm Y/N."

"Yuji. Your knight in shining board shorts," He playfully continued.

"That's a long last name you have, Mister Knight in Shining Board Shorts," you giggled, causing him to let out a breathy laugh along with you. Your awkward banter was quickly interrupted when a black-haired recluse stole him away with urgency and an apology.

"It was really nice falling into you, Yuji! I hope we can do it again sometime," you bid farewell with a small wave, rather disappointed to see him go. But the disappointment did nothing to quell the butterflies you felt from the wholesome interaction.

You were so enamored with Yuji that you didn't even realize the set was over, your friends waiting to the side for you expectantly.

"What was that all about?" Pried Miwa, clasping your hands excitedly.

"I don't know- I just fell and he caught me!"

"Yeah, and then you guys giggled with each other for like five minutes!" Nishimiya chimed in, the girls surrounding you curiously.

"It just happened! Do you think he likes me?" You queried, asking your friends in earnest for their opinion.

"Well with the way he was looking at you, I think he might love you," Mai teased.

"Plus, did you see his hand placement?! He was holding you bridal style. I think it's a sign," Nishimiya quipped with a poke to your arm. "Anyway, you're lucky Aoi didn't see. C'mon, they're outside by the fire." She tugged you along, the other girls following close by. The boys in question were clustered together on the moonlit beach, warming their hands by the flames contained within a metal barrel.

"Ladies," Noritoshi acknowledged as the four of you approached. You greeted them warmly, each settling into separate spots by the bonfire. Miwa cuddled close to Mechamaru, unsurprisingly. She had denied her feelings for him for a while now, but you knew that if he ever asked her out, she would agree with zero hesitation. You smiled at their subtle intimacy. It made you think of Yuji, and how you wished you could be that close to him again.

Yuji was an exceptional catch on your part. Or rather, he caught you. Seriously, the boy had very minimal flaws, if any. On top of being drop-dead gorgeous with perfectly sized biceps, he was gentlemanly, caring, and loyal to a fault. The only problem was that he was a surfer. It was practically forbidden to hang out with surfers, let alone date one. You knew your brother would whoop you upside the head if he found out that you had any plans to fraternize with the so-called enemy.

It was possible, though, that Yuji might not even ask you out. The mere prospect made you clammy with dread and disappointment. But that would be impossible! He referred to himself as your knight, he caught you, a biker girl, his supposed opposition, and handled you with much care, nonetheless. Asking you out was not outside of the realm of possibilities, just like your friends assured you. The overwhelming amount of thinking you were doing forced an exacerbated sigh out of you, sinking into the silky sand.

Later in the night, you caught sight of Yuji again. You couldn't decipher who he was with- possibly the boy from earlier- but it didn't make any difference. You knew you wanted to talk to him and get to know him further, and you typically got what you wanted from boys.

"Oh!" You exclaimed as the charming surfer who had saved you earlier grew closer. Pressing your manicured hands to his chest and leaning in close, you sang his praises once more. "Thanks again, Yuji, for catching me!" You were just about to introduce him to your brother and his friends, turning your head around, only to be met with the expectant stare of the gorgeous brunette he was with. You let out a little squeak, realizing that you might have been taking Yuji's banter the wrong way.

"Oh, bonkers. Are you two together? I would never take another girl's boy, I mean, that would be stealing," you explained apologetically, "and probably very hard to return." The girl cocked her head, struck with confusion at the outlandish assumption and near nonsensical ramblings. Realizing your claim, her eyes widened in distaste.

"Eh?! Me.. with him? No, of course not." She reeled back in disgust. "No, we were just walking." The girl explained, causing you to sigh in relief, a weight dropping off of your shoulders. If she was with him, you wouldn't dare lay a finger on Yuji. Sure, you enjoyed the male attention you received, but you would never seek it from a boy in a relationship. You always stayed true to "sisters before misters," no matter how cute the boy was.

"This is Nobara."  Yuji looked rather offended at her extreme objection, grabbing your wrist to steal your attention once more. You looked at Nobara, smiling sweetly.

"So you wouldn't mind if Yuji and I went for a walk on the beach?" You asked, still wanting her permission despite her obvious friendship- and nothing more- with him. Once she gave you her blessing, you thanked her generously and wrapped your arm around Yuji's bicep.

The stars illuminated the two of you, walking along the secluded shoreline and learning that you had more in common than you had previously believed. "Y'know, I like you a lot. You're different from those other girls you hang out with- you're sweet." Yuji admitted, hands sheepishly resting in his pockets while you still clung to his arm.

"They're not as tough as they seem, really. Mai and Momo are like my older sisters, I grew up with them around. And Miwa's super sweet too, she's my closest friend," You explained, defending their honor. Sure, the Rodents wore a lot of black, leather, and chains, but that didn't reflect their complete character. While you knew your friends could be tough and independent, you had also seen them be vulnerable, gentle, and kind-hearted people.

"You're really courageous, by the way. Swooping in to save me like that? You truly are my hero," You gushed, leaning your head on his shoulder. He tensed at your forwardness, words coming out in a stutter.

"Courageous? Nah, I mean-" Upon noticing the kittenish glint in your eye, Yuji couldn't help but lean into your every word. "Maybe, I guess. I'm sure anyone would have done the same!"

"Well, not a surfer. We're not supposed to get along, y'know," you reminded him, shyly tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Of course a surfer. Who would ever want a smokin' girl like you to fall?" His words slipped out of his mouth before he had a chance to think of the implications- he had just called you hot. You were undeniably breathtaking, it was a fact. Your graciousness and amiability did nothing but add to your charm. In honesty, Yuji didn't mind that you were a surfer. He would take a chance with any girl, be it surfer, biker, bookworm, you name it. He only asked that they be pure of heart, kind, and thoughtful. All qualities that he admired in you.

A blush rose to his face as he heard you giggle at his blunt words. "C'mon Yuu- do you mind if I call you that? It's a cute nickname. Anyway, do you dance?" You asked, leading him to the field near Big Momma's, colorful lights strung up from palm trees, shiny cars intentionally parked there for people to see, displayed by their proud owners.

You took initiative, placing your hand on his shoulder and lacing your other hand with his. His hand soon found its resting spot on your hips, and you swayed to the upbeat music playing on a radio. Every once and a while, Yuji grew bold, spinning you around or lifting you by your hips. It was fun. You enjoyed spending time with him, and you couldn't think of a better way to spend it.

Though, it was growing quite late. Your brother would soon notice your prolonged absence and start looking for you, the girls would be waiting to kick off the slumber party you decided to host. Yuji noticed too, it seemed, as once the song came to an end, he stopped your swaying, holding you in place with a firm grasp on your hips. "Y'know, it's about time I returned you to your brother. He'll start to worry. Hold on, on second thought, maybe I just walk you to the door. It might be worse if he sees you've been with me all night." He bashfully acknowledged.

He did walk you back, his hand emboldened enough to hold your own on the way over, regardless of who saw the two of you. But even though Yuji claimed he didn't care that you were a biker, he was scared to run into your brother and even let out an involuntary sigh of relief when he managed to go the whole way without him spotting the two of you. He walked you over to his friends, Megumi and Nobara, leaning on a light blue convertible that you didn't think belonged to them.

"So, how'd it go?" Nobara queried, peering up at the two of you from her hunched position. You grinned in reply, leaning your head on Yuji's shoulder as a silent answer to her question. She nodded with a hum in return. An idea came to you suddenly. That didn't happen too often, so when you thought of it, you knew you had to act on it.

"Hey, Nobara! You should come to my pajama party!" You exclaimed, inviting her with amicable enthusiasm. You heard Megumi repeat your words, tone amused and somewhat taunting. You paid him no mind, though. "We have them all the time. I'm sure the other girls would love to meet you."

"Sure, Y/N," she agreed with a warm smile.

"Perfect! Just show up to my house around ten." You slipped her your address and bid farewell to the trio, leaving Yuji with a tender kiss on the cheek which left his friends snickering at his awkward, scrunched-up face.

When Nobara did show up, shuffling her feet at your doorstep, Mai, Miwa, Nishimiya, and yourself were already in your ruffly pajamas, poofy layers of chiffon hiding your figures and covering the tiny matching shorts. You felt guilty for not telling her that the four of you were matching already, as she appeared in a little pink satin set, a far contrast to what the rest of you were wearing. She ended up in another pair you had, the pastel yellow mixing quite nicely with the color palate that you all were already dressed in.

Nishimiya sat at your vanity, Mai behind her intensely teasing her hair. It was never quite big enough for Nishimiya's liking, though, and you heard her whine something about making it even while you were digging through your closet for something special. Miwa was sprawled over your bed on her stomach, legs bent at the knee so her feet could rest in the air. She was filing her nails, quite focused on sharpening them to a fine tip. That left Nobara sitting on the edge of your bed by her lonesome.

It's not that she felt out of place because you were too girly for her, she loved embracing her femininity- going shopping, wearing cute makeup and frilly dresses, the whole gist. It's just that she had been around Yuji and Megumi for so long, almost too long. She felt like she needed to spend some time around other girls. She wanted to get to know you better, too. You were so kind to her, so effortlessly pretty all of the time. It made her warm inside whenever you acknowledged her. It also made her quite bitter to see you so lovey-dovey with her annoyingly male friend. She wanted your attention for herself.

You squealed suddenly, pulling the most perfect pink dress out of your closet with a wide smile. "What do you think?" You held it up to your body, turning to face your friends who all gasped in delight, all except Nobara. "I want to wear this when I hang out with Yuji. His hair is pink, and this dress is pink, so whenever he looks in the mirror, he'll think of me!" You giggled, amused at your own genius.

"Why should a boy influence what you wear.. or anything you do? You should dress for yourself. You look good in everything you wear, really." You cocked your head at Nobara's sudden fuss. "Boys don't deserve it, especially Yuji. I don't think that dummy would notice the extra effort, he's too oblivious." You frowned, disappointed with her claim until Nishimiya spoke up.

"I mean, it's simple. A girl will only look at the dress. A boy will look at how she looks in her dress."

"Why not just ask him out yourself? If you want him, why wait?" Nobara wondered.

"I'm not sure how they do things where you're from, but here we ask a boy out without actually asking a boy out. Like with your eyes," You explained, covering the bottom half of your face to let your doe eyes do the work for you, serving as an example as you batted them. Nobara grew flustered as you did so, a blush rising on her face. "Besides, I've never had trouble in the boy department before."

"Sure. Whatever you say." She responded quietly. Well, if it worked on her, it would surely work on Yuji.

"You know him better than I do, Nobara. Do you think he would like it if I baked him a pie?" She agreed half-heartedly, still distracted by your glamour. "Hey, you should let us give you a makeover, biker style! I know you're used to those cute bikinis, but you would look great in leather."

The five of you made a fashion show out of it- each picking out a piece of their own to wear. For Nobara, you lent her a pair of tight leather pants and a white blouse, a red bandanna tied around her neck. You were right, she looked fantastic in leather. Her red bandanna complimented the form-fitting dress that you had slipped on, red lipstick to match. While Miwa worked on Nobara's makeup, perfecting the precise eyeliner, you and Mai teased her hair, making it poof up like Nishimiya's.

A fit of giggles erupted at the sight of the finished product. Nobara looked stunning, obviously, but she stood mightily uncomfortable in the high pumps and tight pants. She couldn't recall the last time she wasn't in beachwear or something summery. The dark clothing was a stark contrast to her normal aesthetic. As a final touch, you tucked a comically large red flower behind her ear and turned her around to face the mirror, letting her see herself. Her eyebrows raised in surprise, not expecting to like it as much as she did.

"I don't look half bad. You girls need a new addition to your biker gang anytime soon?" She joked, facing you with a smile.

"The more the merrier."

By morning, all the other girls had parted ways, leaving you and Nobara alone in your room. She was forced to endure your boy troubles. "It's like my heart's telling me one thing, but I feel like I have to do something else. I'm scared I'll disappoint everybody if I pursue things with Yuji. And I don't know what he thinks about the whole thing either."

"Well, half the time a guy won't tell you what he's thinking, just because it would involve more thinking." She teased, sneering at the prospect.

"But they make up for it by being cute. And boys!" You sang. Nobara chuckled tepidly, wary of your quick defense on their part. "Y'know, I feel like I could tell you anything," you changed the subject, piquing Nobara's interest. "There's this secret that I've never told anyone. Not ever!"

"I'll be the first to know?" She asked.

"Duh!" You interlocked your pinkie with hers. "Friends forever. Just promise not to tell."

"Friends forever," she repeated, tightening her grip slightly.

Dragging her over to your bed, you sighed before speaking. "I want to surf," you admitted, looking rather hesitant. Her eyes widened with slight surprise.

"Really? I wasn't expecting that. Thought it would be something a little more drastic."

"It's totally insane, I know," you chirped, ignoring her last comment for the sake of being dramatic. "If my brother ever found out, he would freak. He doesn't even go near the water. I think he's scared of the lighthouse," you spoke your immediate thoughts, causing Nobara to laugh a little through her nose.

"You shouldn't let your brother stop you from doing what you want to do. If you want to surf, try it. If you want to date Yuji, for some odd, odd reason, go for it!" She encouraged, with a genuine interest for your happiness. "Look, I could even get Yuji to teach you if you want," Nobara suggested, prompting a beaming grin from you.

You weren't sure you were even dressed appropriately for the day of. Nobara had lent you a cute swimsuit of hers since you had very limited options yourself. Your hair was done up all nice, and you arrived with a full face of makeup. You wanted to impress Yuji, but you soon realized that your appearance would not matter if it impaired you from effectively surfing with him. When he arrived, you were sat on a beach towel with a pout.

"What's up, buttercup?" Yuji greeted, setting his board down and taking a seat next to you. You then remembered that you wanted to ask him to go out with you, inspired by Nobara's eccentric outlook about doing anything that boys could do. Still, it was a frightening prospect. You went back and forth between asking him and remaining faithful to your traditional ways. But you managed to convince yourself to try something new for once.

"Yuji. Would you ever want to go steady?" You boldly asked, turning towards him with crossed arms. A blush rose to his face as he sputtered out a string of random words.

"I really like you, Y/N. I've told you this." Were the first coherent words he could come up with. "Of course I'd wanna." Your eyes lit up, overjoyed with his answer. Your hands clung to his forearm, body springing forward excitedly. You gave a silent thanks to Nobara for helping you gain the courage to ask him.

"Really? My brother doesn't scare you or anything?"

"I mean, he's a little spooky. But I could beat him if I had to. Besides, you're totally worth the fight," he proudly announced, causing you to lean into him further.

The two of you didn't get much surfing done that day. You unfortunately realized that in order to surf, you first had to learn how to swim, and you weren't exactly in the mood to drown today. So, you opted for a picnic on your beach towel with the little snacks you had brought just in case, as well as the pie you had baked just for him. He continued the conversation, mouth half full of food.

"So if I'm your knight, does that make you my princess?" He proposed, nudging your shoulder playfully.

"I guess so. And that also means that Aoi is the fire-breathing dragon guarding the castle." Yuji shivered jokingly. "Better yet, we're Romeo and Juliet!" You exclaimed. "How romantic."

"Without the death and tragedy stuff though, right?" He asked, concerned.

"Of course, silly," you smiled. "We'll live happily ever after."

Yuji was a Surfer. You were a Biker. Rival gangs from different sides of town. It was scary, yes, to think about how others would respond, especially the more impassioned of the groups. But you didn't have to listen to what others thought about you; their opinion was no longer relevant. No longer would you stick to the restricting role you were pushed into your whole life, you could break free from it now, like Nobara had taught. Plus, you would have Yuji with you throughout it all, there by your side to cherish and support you. It was like a fairy tale, and you would definitely be getting your happily ever after.

notes: yuji would totally call his gf "foxy babe." also, i apologize for this being kind of all over the place- i didn't know how i wanted it to end, sorry that it's rushed.

me sitting here convincing myself that the fifth grade level writing is completely intentional and plot relevant yessss hahaha

[valentinebugzee]

Chapter 2 of Sonic Boom! Stone AU

Love, Trust, and a handful of thread

Finally Stone gets to serve eggman a latte with steamed Austrian goat milk

Sticks and Shadow form an alliance, besties with different trust issues yay

EDIT: I accidentally posted the unedited version on here so it's better to read the fic on Ao3!!

Meanwhile back at the cafe:

Amy apologized profusely for Stick's behavior

"I'm so sorry Mr. Stone, she's usually way nicer..." The Hedgehog's ears drooped

Stone shook his head "No need to apologize, Ms. Amy, she's not the worst customer I've ever had."

It was true because Sticks wasn't even a customer yet, she was a whole other problem...

She was getting close to blowing his cover, her theory was dangerously close to the truth, just who was that badger?

A nut job according to her friends, but she wasn't the first person to be suspicious of the human, the cops (well, cop: singular) were wary of him, warning him from causing havoc, "Eggman is enough work already!" to which Stone scoffed internally at, Sonic and his team do all the work.

He didn't want to defend "heroes" but had to admit even if it pained him, they weren't so bad, if he could divide his time between his job as a barista and his..hobby then he'd be able to maintain a somewhat normal friendship with the rodents.

Were echidnas rodents? He'd look it up later.

A little kid was sitting next to his brother eating a cupcake, his little brother started fighting him over it until it dropped for the older brother's hand.

Stone grabbed two cupcakes from behind the glass display and went to give one to each boy.

"Here you kiddos, free of charge." He smiled giving each kid a cupcake, he also briefly glared at their mom who just sat there and let them fight each other.

Sure he may be a villain but he will judge bad parents, he needed good reviews for his restaurant anyway.

Amy internally cooed at how nice Stone was to kids.

Sonic took the last sip of his coffee and patted his legs seemingly looking for his wallet, even though he wasn't wearing any pants, Stone made a face at that.

"Crap, I forgot my wallet, let me just scurry back home and grab some money, I'll be back in a blink of an eye."

"You don't have to do that, this is the first time you guys grace my cafe with your presence after all, your orders are on the house."

"That's so nice of you mister!" Tails beamed at the man, "Yeah a little too nice, you give out a lotta free stuff, money doesn't grow on trees y'know" Sonic said, there was no malice in his tone.

"Yeah, we all know money comes out of printers." Knuckles spoke between bites of his brownie.

They all stared at him for a moment.

Tails sighs "Remind me to discuss Knuckles's counterfeiting habits."

A loud blast from outside interrupted the peaceful atmosphere.

It was Eggman, of course, "Told ya' Eggman would appear sooner or later." Sonic said to Stone, "Stay right here Stones, we'll protect the place."

The moment the barista's eyes landed on the villain beyond his glass doors his heart skipped a beat, suddenly no one else existed it was just him and that man.

That maniacal laughter only served to make the pink effect around him grow even brighter and more glittery.

Or however the hell you describe Shoujo vision in writing.

The team ran out to fight the man in the egg mobile, the fight went on for a minute while Stone stared in awe at the evil doctor, admiring his every command to his robots, and how determined he was.

"Why's your face like that, Mister? And what's with all the glitter?" the little kid from earlier asked

Stone realized how odd he was behaving, he'll have to get his act together if he wants Dr. Eggman to become his new boss.

Another laser blast hit the spot right in front of his cafe if it had been any closer it would've absolutely destroyed the entrance.

He quickly adjusted his clothes and hair and sprinted toward Eggman.

"Hey! You there! uh, sir!" Stone waved to the doctor, in return he raised an eyebrow at the unfamiliar man.

He lowered his egg mobile enough to not have to raise their voices to hear each other, he yelled anyway.

"What do you want?!...and who are you." Dr.Eggman questioned, looking the man up and down.

Stone breathed in, "This is it, don't mess it up", he thought to himself.

The barista grins, "I'm Stone..my name is Stone, and this is my coffee shop, I was wondering if you could move this battle a little further away from my shop, I don't want to be destroyed...is all." Stone cleared his throat nervously.

Eggman stared at him for a moment.

"Stone! What are you doing man!? He's gonna laser blast you!" Sonic yelled out, Amy prepared her hammer, ready to protect Stone.

But Stone didn't waver or spare them a glance, he felt like this was his first test, to prove how worthy he was, so he stared right back.

Everyone in this village has a staring problem.

"...and why should I listen to you?" Eggman snarled, if it was anyone else talking to him he would've ordered a robot to throw him in the ocean immediately, but he was intrigued with this "Stone" guy, if he was speaking honestly to himself he'd admit that Stone was the most beautiful man on this godforsaken land.

Which doesn't sound that impressive since every other man was an animal.

"um... please?" Stone awkwardly tilted his head to the side.

Eggman groaned, "Okay fine! Now stop glittering!".

And with that Eggman's egg mobile floated away.

"Glittering?.." Stone parroted, he shrugged and just sighed with one last glance at Eggman.

The team quickly went after him, but Sonic zoomed back in front of Stone.

"Okay I don't know how you did that but that was impressive." He smirked before speeding back to his friends.

Soon, the team went back to their previous seats, they noticed that Stone seemed a little happier than before.

Then Eggman appeared, without his egg mobile and robots that is.

Stone's back straightened and his eyes went wide, he smiled again.

"Welcome, sir." Stone greets him as calmly as he can, "It's "Doctor"." Eggman corrected.

Stone nodded enthusiastically, "My apologies, Doctor."

The Doctor asked the questions literally everyone else has asked already, "when was this place even built?", "What are all these coffees?", "what's with the red stain on the ground?"

"Let me serve you something special, Doctor." The villain raised an eyebrow, "Just go take a seat and I'll bring it to you in no time."

And that's what the doctor did.

Stone started working on his special order, He gasped a little when he turned around and found Amy and Sonic right behind him, "Dude, do you want us to get this guy out of here?" Sonic offered, "Yeah, you don't have to serve him if you don't want to." Amy added.

"No! No no, don't do that, this is exactly what I want.." He looked back to smile at the doctor, whose back was facing him.

Amy can recognize that smile anywhere, and Sonic recognizes that pink aura...

"Oh boy." Sonic moans, "Don't be like that." Amy giggled and nudged her blue friend.

"What?" Stone asks while already turning around to resume making the drink.

"Stone..is there something you want to tell us?" Pinky sways gently.

"uh yeah, customers are not allowed behind the counter." Stone tries to hide his crimson face from the other two.

"She means about Eggman, don't tell me you got the hots for a guy that needs his robots to do every little thing for him"

"I can do every little thing for him." Stone thinks.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Stone shrugs.

Amy and Sonic exchange a look before chuckling together.

"Okay, but we're gonna kick his butt if he tries anything, just signal for us whenever." Sonic and Amy return to their friends, who have equally smug looks on their faces.

Stone finally finishes the drink and servers it.

"Here you go sir-I mean Doctor!" he stammers.

Eggman looks at it suspiciously before taking a sip, his expression changes for a second before going back to faux annoyance.

"This is...good...what is it?" "It's a latte with steamed Austrian goat milk." Stone beams, Eggman takes another sip, and Stone stands there staring at him with fond eyes.

"What? Are you just gonna stand there? Scram!" Eggman commanded.

Stone immediately obliged with the goofiest grin on his face.

Sonic and his friends were severely judging him.

15 minutes late Cubot and Orbot barged through the doors, "We fixed the Egg mobile, boss!" the two robots announced, the cube-shaped one pointed at Stone "Hey isn't that the handsome guy with the stupid grin you told us about?"

Eggman quickly got on his feet, "What? No! What are you talking about!?" And dragged his henchmen out the door.

Stone was sure that he might just die.

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Sticks looked for the hedgehog, she knew this forest like the back of her claw, there were only so many caves she could look through before finding the morally ambiguous emo dude.

The purple glowing symbols on the cave's walls caught her attention, surely he was here.

She dragged her hand along the rough texture of the cave's interior, admiring it for a moment, she wondered if tails could decipher what was written.

"What are you doing here." She snapped her head around quickly to face the black and red hedgehog.

"You!" Sticks's grating voice echoed through the cave.

She stepped forward, "I need your help, this is urgent."

Shadow squints his eyes as if telling her to go on.

"There's this man- a "Stone" as he calls himself, he's pure evil I'm telling you!" She squeaked, "His coffee shop just appeared in the middle of town, and everyone seems to like him." She glared at the ground beneath her.

Shadow eyebrows furrowed his eyebrows ever so slightly, the badger's hands were at her side clenched tightly, and the hair on her head and back stood up, this was serious.

"What will I gain from helping you?" Shadow scoffs.

"It's what will you gain from not helping me, we'll all be under that man's mercy if we don't do anything." she flailed her arms around.

Shadow thought about it for a moment, he can't have somebody establishing dominance over the entire area, he can't let a lower lifeform do that...

"He wants to brainwash us all, I'm tellin' ya!", "and what good would that serve him?"

Sticks grabbes Shadow by the shoulders, "He wants to discover the village's most crucial secrets!" Shadow rolls his eyes "What 'crucial secrets' would this pathetic village even have?"

"Um, Comedy chimp's real name, the real secret ingredient in Meh Burger, Soar the eagle's shady past." She lets go of him and snaps her fingers, "Catch up, Shads."

"And why did you choose me specifically to help you?" he lifted his nose up high, "I'm sure the colorful bunch you call friends would love to help you sort this out."

"They don't believe me!" She screeched.

His face scrunched up and his ears twitched at her loud voice, "Chaos, I wonder why" The ultimate lifeform thought.

"And they're all probably brainwashed already! They ate and drank from that guy's food, it's definitely *full* of microchips." Sticks stomped her foot, "And I can't do this on my own, I need someone strong enough to handle him if I'm kidnapped!"

Shadow hums and thinks to himself...

Her theory sounded insane, yes, but anything is possible, he doesn't want to deal with the aftermath if they could deal with this before it starts to get ugly.

"...How about this." He approaches the brown and cocoa girl, "I need proof, something to go off of, I can't just dive blindly into action like I'm some...blue boy."

He puts a claw on her shoulder, "Prove to me that this man is something more than just a barista, then I will form an alliance with you."

Sticks's eyes light up with anticipation, "Deal!" she announced before grabbing his hand in a handshake.

He regrets this already.

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The sun was almost setting, and Stone's off the clock.

He locked the cafe's doors and stretched his back, today was draining and eventful, now he had to go pick up some stuff for the shop and himself, and *then* he could go home.

He picks up the bag he was gonna carry groceries in.

From behind a tree nearby Sticks nudges Shadow, "Okay, he's out of the shop and he's heading for the market, we just have to wait until he's all alone, and *bam*! Catch him and make him spit out the truth!"

The hedgehog tapped his foot impatiently, "This sounds idiotic, if your theory about him being a government agent is correct how are you going to combat him to interrogate him?"

"I don't have to, I'll set up a net for him to tangle up in."

"Oh really? And how will you be able to do that if you don't know his specific path?"

"I'll follow him and when the time's right I'll run a few steps ahead and set up a trap."

Shadow snorted, "You can't possibly believe that you'll be able to set up a whole trap when you're only a few steps ahead."

Sticks crossed her arms, "are you doubting my skills? 'Cause let me tell ya' I've been hand-making nets, boomerangs, weapons, and all kinds of traps since I was a little cub! This is easier than..than.."

"taking candy from a baby?"

"Yeah!" she fumed.

"If you seriously believe that you can pull this off, then have at it, but I won't stand around and watch this pathetic display."

"Fine." She stomped and turned her back to him.

"He's gone by the way."

She gasped and stepped out of the tree's shadow and turned her head around frantically looking for the subject of her distress.

She turns back to Shadow, "This is all your fault-" Before she could point an accusing finger she realized that he had already left.

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After a few minutes of looking and cursing Shadow out to herself, she finally found him.

She hid behind a stack of wooden crates staring at the human who was negotiating the price of some fruit with the merchant.

She sat there monitoring him.

The sound of the merchants, buyers, and kids all blended together as she started to space out, her thoughts becoming louder than outside noises.

Why don't her friends ever trust her? She was right that one time with Eggman's dreambot, was that not enough? Were her contributions to her team not enough?

And then here comes Shadow, her last resort.

They've only spoken once and at the end of that interaction, he dropped her from the sky!

The badger rubs her eyes before her tears fall, she was thankful that Amy wasn't here, the last thing she wanted to talk about was her feelings.

"I'll show 'em.." she mutters to herself.

She shifted her focus back to the government agent, he's been standing there since forever, what could possibly be that intriguing about fruits!?

She crawled out of her hiding spot and rolled over to hide behind a stand closer to Stone.

Her ear perked up as she tried to pick up on what Stone was saying.

"Beige berries you say?"

"I didn't say anything." The merchant deadpanned.

"A beige berry pie does sound good... you're prices are ridiculous though."

The merchant scoffed, "If you don't like it then how about you go pick the berries yourself."

"oh yeah I'll just venture into the forest while the sun is setting with zero protection just to pick berries for a pie, that sounds like a great idea."

There was a short pause... before Stone headed towards the forest to do just that.

"He's going to look for berries... I'll have to be quick and swift and precise, I only have one chance to catch him." she took a bite of her apple.

"Are you going to pay for that?" The merchant asked.

"Put it on the government agent's tab." she sprinted away.

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Stone admired the forest, which I will not describe because you know what a forest looks like.

Walking through the forest at this hour was rather nice, it was quiet except for some chirping and other animal noises, and the vague sound of someone setting up a net which he would gracefully ignore.

He thought about the pie he was planning on making, would the doctor like it? Would he even come by again?

Stone didn't know why he was asking himself these questions, he wanted to be the man's henchman, nothing more, nothing less, so why did the mere thought of him make his heart flip, jump up, kick back, whip around, and spin?

He shook his head, this was no way to think of his future boss.

He kneeled to pick the berries from a bush, that bush didn't have enough to make a pie, so he'd have to continue his walk.

His mind wandered for a minute, how would he grab the doctor's attention enough to get him to even *consider* Stone as a worthy henchman? The only things he knew about him so far were that he hated the rainbow furry hero squad and he treats his robots like garbage.

Oh, and that he loved the latte he served him. Stone beamed to himself proudly at the memory, if he could sell his latte-making skills to Eggman then he could definitely sell his evil-doing skills.

He should've spoken more to him when he had the chance instead of creepily staring at him from the counter. Stone's smile fell and he inwardly cursed himself.

Whatever, what's ahead of him is more important, he still has time to figure out how to win the villain over.

"He hates those rainbow critters huh..." Stone strokes his beard, "Maybe if I can catch them for him.. he'll see how useful I could be."

He giggled to himself in anticipation, he looked back up from his feet and saw another beige berry bush a few steps ahead of him, that one will surely suffice for the pie.

He trotted towards the bush, and all of a sudden everything was upside down and his bag was on the ground with the fruits spilling out, he had let out a shriek before coming down from the initial shock with a few deep breaths.

He fought against the restraints of the net he was caught in but it just wouldn't budge, his arms were tightly bound at his sides, and his legs were also bound together, he huffed and looked around for help or any sign of whoever put him in this predicament, all he found was a wooden stick to the head and then darkness.

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Stone groaned before slowly opening his eyes and quickly closing them again when the light assaulted them, which only served to make his pounding headache worse.

The sun had already set, and the only source of light was an electric lantern hanging from one of the tree branches, emitting a strong white light directly at his face, it brought back many unpleasant memories.

"Ugh..where am I?" His eyes adjusted to the light and he could make out the figure of a badger in front of him, holding his wallet, he knew this lunatic was going to be a problem, he could see a hut just a few feet away, it matched its owner.

"I'm the one that should be asking questions here Mar-...Mar-wane" She pronounced his name like it hurt.

"It's Marwan... honestly that pronunciation is more offensive than the stick to the head you just gave me..and being hung upside down on a tree." He rolled his eyes, thankfully he was off the clock and out of uniform now and he could disrespect people as much as he pleased.

And yeah his name is 'Stone Stone'

"Shut up!" The wallet fell from the badger's claw.

She stomped towards the man and pressed her finger against his chest.

"This is an interrogation."

"Oh really? I thought I was roleplaying a pea pod." Stone snorted but there was no humor behind it.

"The only role you're going to be playing right now is the victim."

Stone raised an eyebrow "Pardon?" he was unimpressed.

"That didn't come out right." Sticks scratched the back of her head, "But that's not the point!"

"The point is I want to know exactly who you are." Her voice got low.

"You were holding my ID just a second ago."

"I mean who you *really* are, I know that you're not just some barista." Stick put her arms behind her back.

Stone swallows.

"I see right through your act and I will not stand around and watch you hornswoggle those innocent villagers and my friends!" She circled him.

Stone made a face, *"hornswoggle?"* he mouthed.

"As much as I enjoy this 60's caveman detective persona you got, I haven't a clue what you're talking about."

Sticks noticed the shift in his tone immediately, she stopped in her tracks, and her jaw clenched, he was using his sweet talker voice on her and would spew out a bunch of bunk.

"I'm just a guy trying to get by you know?... My old manager wasn't the nicest, so I had to find my way, I quit my job and I just happened to have enough to move here and start my own independent business, just to serve happiness in the form of freshly made coffee." He fluttered his lashes

Sticks wanted about to barf.

"I'm not as dumb as I look."

"Unfortunately." His tone went back to his *real* one.

"Then explain to me how the crud did your shop just appear in the middle of town?" she interrogated.

"Let's just say that it was already built just...moved."

She squints at him, "And why did you choose this town specifically?"

"I just heard good things about it."

That's the biggest piece of horse junk she's ever heard in her life, the only good thing that could be said about this town is that you don't have to go there.

Sticks decided that she needed to try a different approach, accusations.

"I know exactly what you are."

"...Why did you ask then-"

Sticks clutched Stone's shirt in her hand and pulled his hanging form towards her until they were nose to nose.

She inhales, "You're a government agent that's her to plant microchips into our food to brainwash us and learn all of our secrets to rule this village and turn us all into soldiers! and when that works out for you you'll be promoted to general and then betray your agency and who knows what else!" She exhaled and pants.

Stone looked at her in a way that could only be described as something between disbelief, anger, and exhaustion.

"Why would I plant microchips into your food...When I could just use your damn phones for that?! And what agency!?" Stone argued.

"Because I don't got a phone, so you can't control my brain."

Stone closed his eyes tightly for a second and took a deep breath, she's so lucky he has his arms tied.

"The only way your brain would prove useful is if I scoop it out of your carcass with a screwdriver." Stone countered, making the author debate whether they should change the fic's rating or not.

"Your threats don't scare me."

The human sighs deeply and prays that this is all just a very bad poised-berries-induced nightmare, "Can you at least put me down? It's hard to focus with all the blood rushing to my head."

"No! You don't deserve to be put down! You will stay right there like an oversized bat mutant until I can prove to my friends that they can trust me." she let go of him and crossed her arms, continuing her previous route of circling him.

Stone's expression faltered at the confession.

"Your friends don't trust you?"

Sticks pressed her lips together, there was something more genuine about Stone's shift in tone, perhaps pity.

"Not usually..or maybe they do-or-ugh!" Sticks made a noise of frustration that was equivalent to a chihuahua choking on a kazoo.

The badger sits down on a conveniently placed rock, "I dunno..."

"At first I thought it was because they don't trust my intuition," By intuition, she meant insane theories, "But I haven't even had a conversation with Shadow before today, and he also doesn't trust me!" She kicks the ground in frustration.

Stone hated this badger, he truly did, but that didn't mean he didn't feel at least a little bit of empathy for her, he went through something similar himself.

"..it sounds like to me that this is more about proving yourself than proving me evil."

The badger wailed, "That ain't it it's- it's about both... maybe." she rubbed both hands through her hair frantically, "I hate feelings talk! I'm so glad Amy isn't here she would've- wait a minute." she paused abruptly through her vent.

Her head slowly turned to the hanging man, she jumped from her seat "You're changing the subject!"

"Oh, am I?" He rolled his eyes, though he wasn't sure if he was actually changing the subject or that he cared, His moral compass was jammed.

"You're trying to persuade me into being vulnerable and talking about my feelings like a- like-"

"A therapist?" Stone guessed.

"A journalist!"

That checks out.

"This isn't working... I'll grab something to get you to talk, stay right there!" she ran inside to her hut.

He wasn't going to wait and find out what it was.

It only took Sticks a few minutes to emerge from her home with a comically large feather.

"Now you'll think before you talk- where did he go!?" She yelped, and she ran towards the spot where the government agent was previously hanging.

All that was left was a net that was burnt to a crisp around some edges.

The realization consumed her before the anger did, "I was right... I'm not paranoid...I was right!!" she pumped her fist in the air, the feather long forgotten.

Her friends were going to be so sorry when they find out just how wrong they were, she started doing her little "I told you so" dance over the burnt net.

"What are you doing?" a hoarse voice a few feet behind her interrupts her short victory shimmy, she screeches.

"Shadow?!" She was almost happy to see him, almost, before she remembered that she was mad at him, she crossed her arms and turned away from him.

Shadow kneels down over the ruined net, "These burn marks... they're precise, it was a machine that had done this."

"You were right," Shadow said the words with hesitation, he hated being wrong.

Shadow narrowed his eyes when no reply came, the badger just glanced at him with one eye for a second before shutting them again and turning further away.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

She huffs and takes another step further away.

"Seriously?" He approaches her, "What has gotten into you? I don't have time for this foolishness."

"And I ain't got time for jerks either." She huffs.

"Is this about the trap thing?"

No reply, but she did turn slightly to glare at him.

"I was... wrong, okay? Now get over it."

She turned around again, they were back to square one.

"What do you want an apology?"

Sticks made a noise of frustration before sitting back down on the rock she was sitting on earlier.

"Speak up!" Shadow's patience was running thin.

"I want to understand why you don't trust me! You don't know me!"

"That's exactly why I don't trust you."

The badger's ears twitched, "oh.. that makes a little sense." her ears drooped.

The red and black hedgehog didn't want to get sappy with one of Sonic's hooligans but seems like he'll have to in the meantime.

He sat on a conveniently placed log next to the conveniently placed rock.

"I am..." He sighed, "I'm sor..." He groaned, "Sorry." it looked like he wanted to throw up, he looked down at his feet, "If we want to make this alliance work, we're going to have to trust each other from now on, happy?"

He looked down at his feet, he had the faintest blush on his cheeks, wow he was much worse than Sticks at this feelings thing.

Sticks smiled and gave him a pat on the shoulder, "No worries Shads', I forgive ya'."

"Never call me that." Shadow stands up. "Let's discuss our next move tomorrow, he probably already went home by now."

"Let's kidnap him!"

"Yes because kidnapping a man from his home would make people trust you way more." He snarked.

"Oh, you're right, that's why we need each other."

"I don't need anyone."

"Oh yeah? Why're you teaming up with me then?" she teased, leaning her face uncomfortably closer to his.

"Don't push your luck." He grabbed her face and pushed it away.

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Does anybody else have this problem where they write so so much but there are more words than events actually happening? yeah same

sorry for the abrupt ending lol

[craftytomato]

I really liked your sonic AU from "phantom Rider" could you talk more about the AU if it's not a problem?

Sure thing! As long as you don't mind that I'm leaning into the Pretending to be Mind Controlled Idea instead of Actually Mind Controlled. Most of my ideas can work either way anyway.

(I wanna see how most of the actual arc plays out first in full before I go hard into my ideas but here's what I have so far based on the Phantom Rider's debut.)

The Idea:

Everything pretty much stays the same up until Surge uses her powers on Phantom Ryder, but instead she fully destabilizes his helmet and exposes Sonic to the world.

Everyone is shocked, scrambling to come up with an answer. Just before anyone can truly react, Eggman, who was watching from his base, gives a tired sigh because he had a feeling that something would go wrong. Now it was up to him to swoop in and keep their plan on track. He hacks into the jumbotron, scaring and/or confusing everyone.

"I see that my little present to this charity event has finally been unwrapped!"

He goes into a spiel about how he was interested in the event, 'hurt' that he didn't get an invite, and how he didn't appreciate the mockery to his likeness. So he decided to enter with a racer of his own with a little help from the dearly departed Starline.

Surge and Kit's blood runs cold. Eggman boasts that he had captured and mind controlled Sonic to be his champion racer. And now he was going to give this event some real challenge and excitement.

All eyes are now back on Sonic and he's torn right in half. He can't go along with this! He couldn't let Eggman scare everyone like this! But Tails and Amy needed the distraction. He had to stick to the plan, however derailed it was becoming. But-

"Some of you may be in disbelief that I was able to accomplish such a dastardly feat in such a short time. If you have any doubts, consider the alternative: my longtime nemesis willingly used my gear to disrupt a charity event? Doesn't sound like the blue rodent you've all come to sickeningly adore, now does it? No, of course not! Meaning that the only explanation is that Sonic is now my loyal minion whether he likes it or not!

Isn't that right, my Phantom Rider?"

Begrudgingly, Sonic makes his choice.

And he laughs. A hauntingly evil laugh that even impresses Eggman as it sends chills throughout the crowd.

"Glory to the Eggman Empire!"

Eggman cackles. "Enjoy your little race! I know I will!"

At that point, Sonic takes the chance to flee for the time being while everyone's distracted by Eggman.

Now the game has changed for everyone. The Diamond Cutters are torn. Lanolin and Duo want to stop the Phantom Rider at all costs while Tangle and Whisper are insisting on saving Sonic.

This also causes Clutch and Jewel to start to butt heads. Jewel wants to cancel the event for everyone's safety, but Clutch wants to carry it on. He gives reasons about how they'll have more security on standby for when the 'Phantom Ryder' makes another appearance and if they cancel the event then they're showing the world that they're scared of Eggman (in reality he just wants to use it to his advantage). Jewel pretends to buy it, but in her mind she's having other thoughts.

Surge and Kit are at a loss. Surge tries to play it off like Sonic deserves to know what it feels like to be in their place, but both her and Kit are being eaten up inside for multiple reasons. Surge wants to laugh and make fun of Sonic. This should be the perfect poetic justice for him in her eyes. But she can't and she hates that she can't!

Meanwhile Sonic is pretty sure that things can't get worse. Sure, Eggman saved the plan but now Sonic's essentially being blackmailed into following the mind controlled narrative.

Now what was supposed to be a simple plan gets more complicated by the minute as circumstances keep changing and more and more people are dragged into this mess.

And that's all I got so far

[honeybunnyale]

Pixie Dust l M.O.

w.c. : 3.5k

t.w.: Includes Description of rabid animals, Smut (Dub-Con due to Sex Pollen), AFAB reader, Fantasy AU, Miguel is turning into a spider monster

a/n: Please read warnings for all of my works before reading. 18+ only!

Summary: Early morning greetings and first meetings. Miguel finds his very own little guide after encountering problems with a warlock. Their first challenge being enchanted flowers.

It was disagreeable to your eyes. The sounds it made were akin to those of a brawling cat. He was clearly not friendly, at least not anymore.

The sickness had spread, coming from the nearby kingdoms, mostly because of the dogs and various other rodents that plagued the cities and towns around it.

Poor Gerald, his eyes were usually soft, his chitters inviting and playful. But now he chases you, mouth agape and teeth gnashing with yellowish tinted foam, trying to get a bite of your flesh.

It was a pleasant morning, you were lazing by the stream, waiting for the new clothing you had made with the scraps found in the outer villages of the kingdom nearby to dry.

Then you heard them, at first you had mistaken it for playing but then you heard a sharp cry emanating from the bushel behind you. A deep and hurting cry.

You saw the squirrel, Gerald, before he saw you. You stood frozen in a mix of fear, anxiety, and sadness. How did the disease get this far into the woods? There must have been others…

Because of the initial shock, your body's refusal to move and run away as Gerald bit into a companion's neck in manic repetition, he found a new target.

Just weeks before, you had gotten stuck in the branches of a pine, its bristles so rough and thick that your left wing had bent and twisted.

Everyone, including yourself, had wept that day. It was a death sentence, especially for the season’s changes so near. 

Your wings were wrapped in layered leaves, covered in ointment which was pasted onto the damaged delicate chitin in order to help it heal. 

You could barely flutter and once you had been cornered by the base of a tree, hardly fitting into a small cornered crevice so that Gerald couldn’t claw or snap at you, you shook in fear.

The bark around you was starting to chip, the only barrier between you both starting to dwindle along with your hope that he would leave you alone.

…

Miguel heard you before he saw you. His senses had been heightened, to an alarming and annoying degree.

It had made him lock himself inside his small isolated cottage for a week because of it. It was overwhelming. The steps of townsfolk outside of the castle walls, their laughter and weekly celebrations. He had to leave further away from the capital, and further into the countryside. 

He had to relieve himself of his duty of protection. He has become and further will be a liability. 

Your screams and cries for help were overwhelming.

It was hard to spot you, hidden in a small nook against the tree trunk, pressing yourself as far in as possible to avoid the screeching squirrel in front of you.

It had almost made him chuckle, he thought you might have just been a rider, unable to tame your pet. But then he saw it. The pure black eyes, dilated to expand over the whiteness.

It was feral, its fur matted with its own blood and the mud from the soil of the nearby stream. He aimed his arrow right behind its shoulder, directly at its chest.

The shot startled you, it created a harsh wind to breeze by you, your ears ringing from its chaotic energy.

You were cowered into the trunk, hands over your pointed twitching ears and eyes tightly shut.

You were about the height of a malnourished robin, no larger than his ring finger, you could lean your elbows against his thumb standing on his palm if you wanted to. 

You weren’t supposed to be here, he realized, your wing had dried herbs and leaves, stiff enough to keep your wing upright, but making it utterly useless because of the added weight.

He lowered to his knees, you peaked from behind the bark and your eyes sharpened harshly. He watches as realization washes over you, eyes widening and brows furrowing in confusion. 

He wasn’t fully human. 

"What are you...?" you whisper softly, eyes trailing over his piercing red eyes and the fangs faintly peaking over his bottom lip.

He doesn't quite know himself, but he does know he's becoming something else. Judging by the way your nose twitches and your nostrils flare, you could tell as well.

Still, you keep your displeasure at seeing a type of human well known. You don't even utter a thank you as you make your way to the body of Gerald, reaching out to at least pat one of his ears. 

From the corner of your eye you watch as his shoulders drop softly, a soft huff at your disdain exhaled past his nostrils. 

He takes a moment to look closely at your wing, the patterns similar to a Monarch Butterfly. You were supposed to migrate south for the fall, along with the rest of your group, your family.

It was well known that your kind traveled yearly, your instincts similar to those of your ancestral cousins, the milkweeds. You might freeze to death from the cold this winter. His palm blocked your step before you could reach the creature who attacked you minutes before.

The pity he felt for you wavered at your glare and scowl. He rolled his eyes.

"It's sick. If you want to start foaming at the mouth, go ahead, fairy."

Your scowl turned to a pout, then a reluctant sigh escaped between your lips. You sit, staring at the ground beside Gerald, only able to see some of the tufts of his hair from your peripheral.

You imagine his chest rising and falling, as if he were just sleeping.

Miguel didn't know if it was the pity of the loss of a creature you clearly had some connection to, or your injury. It might have been because he knew you were alone and that you might not survive the winter.

He stayed with you, even as hours seemed to pass slowly. 

He sat nearby on a log by the stream, making a fire to start cooking some rabbit. He skins it and briefly thinks of keeping the fur so that Lyla, a sprite who usually helps him in his hunts, could make a coat.

His slight chuckle to himself makes you turn your head, you eye the fur he places in the cold water of the stream to clean off, along with the meat.

A few minutes later it smells like cooked meat, the sun was starting to set, and your clothes were dry. You could have left; he could have left too but you both stayed.

You shiver, body going rigged with cold. You get closer to the fire, he watches as you flutter your wings, keeping them from spreading with tingles of the deadened nerves.

It's like they dance with the fire, making shapes with the shadows on the ground next to you.

He might have also stayed close because you smell so sweet. Like the candy they would offer in the King’s halls. Pure sugar, warm and sweet enough to numb his tongue.

You were intrigued on what he was. He smelled too much like human to be considered much else, but you knew humans didn't have the aroma of the wild in their scent.

He smelled dangerous, strong, protective. You felt as if you owed him something, which wasn't something you wanted to feel, not to anyone, much less a human. It was instinctive, it was a form of courting to your people.

A strong partner that is able to protect and provide was encouraged and the acts of such were held sacred. You scowl when he nudged a piece of meat towards you, holding it towards you with the tip of his knife.

Your face heated seconds after, realizing he wasn’t going to leave you alone until you took the offering.

You bit into the meat quickly, he noticed. The rest of the village took most of the stored food in order to consume it for their travels south. You were left with nothing.

You remember the face of your mother, attempting to leave as much as possible, stating she didn't need as much for the journey this year. You knew she was lying, you returned most of what she left back into her pouch the night before their leaving; without her knowledge.

You shiver, chewing slowly despite wanting to stuff your face and lick your fingers clean from the heartiest meal you've had in weeks. You remind him of Lyla in size. He glances at the fur, he imagines asking her to make you a coat, similar to ones she wears. There was enough for at least two.

He can't help but want to take care of you. You were a beautiful little thing, scrappy and strong-willed judging by the way you reapplied ointment and cut gauze from fabric with your teeth for your still healing wing.

You weren't afraid of him as you sat near the fire, now supported on a makeshift nest made of petals and grass.

It reminded you of a mutualistic relationship. Like a crocodile and its little bird pecking at its teeth. An apex predator and a meek prey, living communally.

Therefore, you wonder what he wanted from you. 

"Where's the sinkhole?"

His voice did startle you, from its roughness and boom amidst the chirping of crickets and the churning of the water in the stream, despite your glowing confidence

But you could laugh. There it was, the self centeredness, the reason he didn’t let you get mauled by an animal.

The sinkhole is where the wishes from the upper layer have sunken down into. The myth was that wishes had become so heavy, so much so that they created a giant gaping hole into the ground.

This resulted in the creation of the cave lakes, its pools and its magical properties. Along with the upper layer destruction came the destruction of one’s otherworldly abilities to fulfill one’s dreams, aspirations and ambitions.

The only way to have a wish granted is to get deep into the sinkhole. No human has been able to get past the forest. The thick of it at least.

You look up at him and glance at his body. A human attempting to traverse the forest where creatures larger and more dangerous than himself habituated?

You giggle. His head tilts and his eyes narrow, his eyes were consumed in red. You stare back, hiding your teasing and spiteful grin behind your hand, your eyes squinted from the smile in your cheeks.

You spit your words slowly, mockingly.

"What will you wish for, human?"

...

He promised you protection, shelter and a free trip south, where the weather was warmer; where your wings wouldn't freeze and snap off. Coincidentally, the sinkhole was further south, which seemed like a perfect opportunity for both of you.

He’d be given passage and guidance through lands no human was brave or stupid enough to venture into, and you’d get to live another year.

The deal was made with a shake of your hand and his finger. You slept peacefully that night, dreaming of seeing your family soon.

He was awake before you, you stretched as you sat up. His body, hunched over some feet away, next to Gerald, now covered in flowers and leaves, turns at the sound of your yawn.

His eyes were the color of drying blood, almost brown but in the light burning a deep maroon. His fangs were longer than the night before, or maybe you didn't notice how sharp and long they were in the dark.

He looked like a demon. He turned his head away at your stare, standing to his feet, allowing you to then see the flowers surrounding Gerald. You smiled.

...

You sat atop his head. Days before, feared he would accidentally crush you in his hands or cut you with his claws. He felt as if his pocket could suffocate you. You'd slip off his shoulders and since you couldn't flitter down softly, you'd splat on the ground floor.

So, you sat on his head while he trekked the forest, playing with the long tufts of his soft hair and slapping his forehead lightly when wanting his attention.

He'd grit his teeth with every question, answering despite knowing you just wanted to annoy him.

"So... you wronged a warlock you used to work for, and you're slowly turning into a spider monster?"

"..."

His cheeks turn a deep shade of red and he glances up at you as your head peaks down at him in genuine curiosity.

"I... I did this. He poisoned me and I attempted to find a cure. By myself..."

You burst out laughing.

"So you cursed yourself?"

He stays silent and rolls his eyes as you continue to giggle, even falling to your side and ruffling his hair in the process. Once you calm you sigh and sit up. You pat his forehead in a sweet and pitiful gesture, making him scowl slightly.

His heart flutters as you lean down to his ear.

"You humans are so silly."

To fight through his embarrassment he swats at you, but to his dismay, effectively. You yelp as you fall, sliding down the side of head, fingers barely skimming the strap of his bag on his shoulder as you descend on bunches of wildflowers.

He's momentarily stunned, before he kneels down and searches for you amidst the bush, unknowingly opening up flower buds and shaking their stalks.

"Wait- stop!"

It was too late, you covered your head as pollen fell over you, sprinkling you in golden dust. You cough and gag at the sweetness of it, the taste burning your tongue and making your skin tingle. You collapse on the grass, attempting to clean your hands on the blades covered in the morning's dew. 

He watches in concern, picking you up gently and making you groan in frustration.

"Put me down!"

He doesn't, instead he attempts to wipe the dust off of your body, but as a result he just spreads it deeper into your clothes and skin. You whine at his ignorance, your fists pounding against his pointer finger as if it were a person standing in front of you.

Miguel watches as you resign yourself, spewing curses at him in a language he did not understand. He continues to 'flick' off the pollen from your body, until you let out a moan and your hands clutched his finger still.

Now you had no way of cleaning yourself and you felt your body heating up quickly, too quickly than what is considered normal. The flower’s pollen would be collected by many types of fairies in the region, for recreational purposes and to enhance the 'breeding' experience.

Of course a human would be ignorant of its properties. 

Every touch, every sound and every vibration felt around you was amplified, all sensations directing themselves to your pussy. You pushed yourself up against his fingertip, breasts plush against the pad.

Your nipples pebbled and you closed your eyes at the intense feeling of them being rubbed against the ridges of his fingerprint. 

Usually, the village would collect around three flowers a year, enough to harvest pollen for those who needed it. The dosage of the pollen was much more diluted, often mixed in drinks to give a slight buzz and arousal. 

You think Miguel had indirectly shaken three flowers on top of you, a whole year's supply of the aphrodisiac.

He shakes you off his finger delicately, confused at your sudden affectionate behavior and making you fall onto his palm, unable to sit back up.

The amount of pollen that had fallen over you was overtaking your body; your eyes start to roll back as your hips twitched. He holds you gently, lifting your trembling body to his face to inspect you.

He blows on you, holding his breath as some of the remaining dust flies away from you.

Your mouth opens to let out a throaty moan as your body convulses at the feeling. He feels wetness pool on his palm, and he inhales sharply, in turn taking in the hint of the heavy arousal in the air.

“What’s happening to you?”

You writhe at his voice as it sends pleasant vibrations over your body. Your attempts to stand were unsuccessful as your thighs squeezed together to tighten your core.

You suddenly press your face into his skin, kissing as if you were with a lover. The tiny pecks leave him speechless, his heart racing as you lathe your tongue over the lines of his palm.

“Miguel…” you moan, voice higher than usual, breathy and seductive.

“I need to release. Or else I’ll die…”

Miguel can clearly tell your mind was clouded, you lifted your skirt up, pressing your face down and lifting your ass up as if he could penetrate you.

You wanted cock, you wanted Miguel’s cock. But it was physically impossible. For some reason, in your hazed brain, you imagined him thrusting into you, breeding you till you screamed.

The words startled him, but he could feel his dick rise with every wiggle of your hips and the way your hand spread your ass cheeks and presented your slick hole.

“You’ll die?”

“Yes. I will,” you whine.

You wouldn’t. It just felt like you would. He moves his face closer as if he were going to inspect you. His nose twitches and his mouth salivates. His lips seemed to part on their own.

His tongue slithers up your thigh and spreads them as it explores. You feel his taste buds, the warm wetness of his muscle twitch against your skin. Your wings flutter like lashes in time with your heartbeat, you turn your head to the side and desperate tears glide down your cheeks.

"Please..."

The tip of his tongue meets your cunt, encompassing your clit and slit, spreading your lips apart and splaying them flat. He tastes you, sweet and tangy, and he hums.

For a moment he pulls back, watching as you cover your heated face with one hand and grip his thumb with the other. You were shaking, your pussy pulsing and your clit peeking between your folds, aching to be licked and grinded on.

He glances to the stalk of the flower, briefly imagining breaking it in half and pushing it into your hole, fucking you while allowing you to move your hips against his tongue.

He wants to hear the squelch of your tiny tight pussy, stuff you full until you couldn't breathe. But he needed to help you release, and quickly.

Your squeals and moans echo in the forest, the tip of his tongue was stretching you, barely skimming inside your hole and dragging against the rim consistently.

Miguel flexes his tongue, attempting to angle it downward. His bottom lip presses against your clit and mound, the lower half of his face spreading your legs.

Your arousal and his saliva was dripping onto his palm, as if he were sucking on a candy with little to no restraint. You were so impossibly sweet, especially with each orgasm he brings you.

Miguel had heard rumors before, of changling faes who would transform into human women for a night for fun. How they could seduce easily and their cunts would taste like sugarcane. 

He believes it now, especially when you gasp out a heady moan and squirt on his tongue; the eight orgasm so far.

He groans into you, your hand tightens over his thumb and index finger tightly as you ride out your orgasm. Your arms give out from under you and his tongue pops out of your cunt with a squelch as you buckle forward.

He licks you clean the second you collapse, your wings folding protectively as you weakly turn on your back in short breathed pants.

He presses a kiss, aiming for your swollen cunt. His lips rub over your lower half and suck for a second. Enough to pull out a groan from your lips and shudder a sigh as you close your eyes.

A deep sleep overcomes you. 

He sets up camp for the night, fixing you a bed from a spare shirt he had and petals, not from the wildflowers of course.

He was gentle to clean you up with a rag with the tip of his finger, ensuring that the pollen was off of your skin for good. He delicately pried the ointment for your wings out of your small pouch, later wrapping said wing gently like you did every couple of hours.

You were out cold, but breathing and healthy by the way your skin was still warm and your chest still lifted and fell with your breaths.

He checks the backs of your thighs and calves, he sighs in relief at not seeing any pricks from his now growing in fangs.

He sleeps nearby, sitting up with his arms crossed, ready to defend from any hostile creatures nearby.

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-Alejandra 💋🐇

Thank you so much for reading! Comments and Reblogs are much appreciated! Mwuah <3

[chowadoe]

Heyyy I just have a question about your au (which I'm obssessed with btw)

How did Robotnik stumble across Sonic? How did they find eachother and why did Sonic choose to work with him? (I noticed you used quotation marks on the word "raised", this is why I'm asking)

(Also I'm sorry if you have explained this before I'm just dumb and forget things alot😭)

hehe yes!! i touched vaguely on it but in the AU, but i have more thoughts

the AU is set in a Mobius/Earth that's heavily-industrialized, nearly robot-run and almost-dystopian backdrop.. rather than it being a case of man vs robot, its more like Earth vs the over-industrialization done by humans.

I'd like to think Robotnik found Sonic when he was pretty young, before his teens. since it's a role reversal where Sonic takes on more of Shadow's "ism"'s, I'd think there's lapses in sonic's past/memories that's simply a result of his upbringing in an machine-operated unnatural world. possibly found him orphaned and beat up from an unfortunate run-in (with either a robot or something else) in some junkyard. also toying with the idea that Robotnik suspects a rodent problem in his lab because whyyy is stuff going missing :/ and it seems to be connected to this little hedgehog over here.

Robotnik, having a lapse in his usual evil scientist judgement, decides to take him under his wing under the self-disgusing excuse of 'yes! haha! i'll teach him for taking my stuff! he can become my minion! my protege!' (when really Robotnik probably has a soft spot for kids). Robotnik is also quite interested in Sonic's extraordinary speed, thinking he'll prove quite useful for his future endeavors if he can train him. of course, Sonic is like a stray dog and kind of feral, because who can he trust in this world other than himself, so used to fighting for scraps where he can. the socialization process is long and arduous process LMFAO (as for the clothes, Sonic isn't interested in things that are readily given to him, he likes pissing Robotnik more, so lets say its something he "borrowed" from the scientist's closet and modded to his own liking. hes silly like that)

Robotnik at first tries to placate him with clothes and "toys" and "treats" (like fidgets and building sets and small robots. Sonic always ends up breaking them.) with little success. Sonic probably escapes several times, only coming back for something he needs- and its a routine that they both get used to because Robotnik can say "this is your last chance!" all he wants but when is it ever. and it's a habit that Sonic never really outgrows either.

Robotnik comes to the conclusion that Sonic is better left treated like outdoor cat that lets himself in when he's bored or whatever else (Sonic's quite good at sneaking into places. hedgehogs and burrowing and all that). eventually the machines and robots Robotnik builds do pique Sonic's interest-- but mostly in breaking them. he's more invested in the ways he can take things apart than anything else and that's a reoccurring headache Robotnik imposes on himself by dishing out new tech for Sonic to try out and they come out worse for wear at the end of the day.

They both mind their business at the end of the day, their relationship is rather estranged with little-to-no familial regard, Sonic's more of a thorn in his side than anything, but Robotnik still does have a soft spot for the rodent. Sonic is like the adoptive son that just never left his rebellious phase, wanting nothing to do with his guardian but bothering them when its convenient. he's Robotnik's contractual accomplice but only when it's on Sonic's terms, only agreeing to certain requests if it's interesting enough, like trying out Robotnik's new "toys"/weapons/robots or if it's tech that happens to boost his existing abilities (that he can try out on Robotnik's robots or G.U.N. soldiers or whatever gets in his way first).

[kmomof4]

12 (Actually 13) Days of Captain Swan Fic Recs!!!

So a week or two ago, @hollyethecurious floated this idea about the 12 Recs of Christmas in order to rec your very favorite fics that new shipmates may have missed and to show authors holiday love. Of course, I literally cannot rec only twelve fics, so I've played with the rules a bit in order to rec favorite authors and fics. Sorry, not sorry, Hollye...

Now, the problem with 12 days is... it's only 12 days. So I had to severely limit myself... And, yeah, you might have guessed, I couldn't limit myself to twelve either. So you'll be getting 13 days. Sorry, not sorry, again...

All that said, the authors and fics I'll be reccing over the next twelve thirteen days are my comfort fics that live rent free in my head and that I go back and reread over and over and over and over again. The ones I couldn't live without if I were stranded on a desert island and could never read a new CS fic ever again. So I hope you enjoy this kinda drawn out fic rec list.

Since it was her idea, Hollye is the first author that I'll rec!! Several of her fics are on that desert island reading list and if you haven't read them, you should!!!

First and foremost is probably my very favorite fic of all time...

Dark Hook Comes to Storybrooke - Co-written with @winterbaby89 for my bday in '17, the premise is that Killian succeeded in getting his revenge on the crocodile moments before Regina's curse swept over the Enchanted Forest.

The Legend of Captain Killian Jones - Rated M -

CS Modern AU / CS Halloweek - Myths, Legends, and Fairytales: 

Cursed three hundred years ago to take on ghost form and haunt his family estate, Killian Jones receives a reprieve once every hundred years to take on corporeal form in order to try and break his curse.

A renowned restorationist, Emma Swan takes on the project of bringing the three hundred year old Jones Manor back to its former glory. A manor that is reportedly haunted by the notorious Captain Killian Jones. Good thing Emma doesn’t believe in ghosts.

Varcolac - Rated M - Written for the very first CSSNS back in '18. While heading home to prepare for the coming evening, Killian Jones happens upon a woman broken down on the side of the road. A woman who shifts the entire foundations of his being with just her scent. Killian Jones is a werewolf you see, and the unsuspecting lass has landed herself deep in werewolf country on the cusp of the first night of the full moon. Knowing he must get her on her way for her own safety, Killian offers to fix her vehicle, but things go awry in town when another wolf attempts to stake a claim on the stunning stranger. Now Killian must do all he can to protect the woman, Emma Swan, from a vengeful pack, all while keeping his true nature a secret from her. Turns out, Killian Jones is no ordinary werewolf.

In the Company of Demons - Rated E - After being in the wrong place at the wrong time, bounty hunter Emma Swan finds herself conscripted into working for one of Storybrooke’s most notorious crime families. Tasked with finding a rat that has infiltrated the Jones family enterprise, Emma tries to keep things just business between herself and the all-too-tempting Killian Jones. If she can unmask the rodent, she’ll receive not just a reprieve from the family, but her freedom and a hundred grand to start a new life. But what kind of life? One that exists in black and white, where there is a right way to do things and one must overcome their demons? Or the kind Killian can offer her, where one can revel in the grey areas while enjoying the company of demons?

A Harem of One Series - Rated M - Killian Jones, younger son of Prominent Turkish Businessman, Brennan Jones, meets Lady Emma during the height of the London season just a few weeks before he must head back to Constantinople to take over the family shipping business. Despondent over the fact that he had to leave the woman he loves behind, things get interesting when Brennan tries to give Killian a welcome home gift.

A Mutual Craving - Rated E - The Underworld was one of the seedier, less reputable establishments, even by black market standards. Every facet of the criminal element could be found here on any given night, engaging in all kinds of illicit activities. From the more mundane transactions, like drugs and conventional weapons, to the really shady and oftentimes dangerous dealing of occult, mystic, and poached items of a supernatural nature. Emma Swan was here for an altogether different reasons, however. She was casing the joint. Too bad all her research and intel had failed to prepare for an unusual security measure she had not planned for. One with pale skin, sharp fangs, and a thirst for blood. Her blood... and her body as well.

All of Hollye's fics are fantastic, but these are the ones that I couldn't live without and like I said, live rent free in my head 24/7. I hope you enjoy all these as much as I have!! See you tomorrow!

[kats-other-stuff]

entirely self indulgent au where failboat characters live on terra - part 2

hey there. I’m back, this time with the S1 Neksdor Miis. Maybe I should draw these characters..

Deko in this universe is just a regular old Sarkaz, who got Oripathy in an accident trying to learn the ancient Originium Art, One for All. Instead, he messed it up and the Arts Unit he was using exploded, releasing Originium everywhere, including into him. He became depressed and apathetic towards the world after the fact (I would too if that happened to me. Sarkaz can live a really long time if they don’t get Oripathy, but that longevity gets taken away when they get infected, in exchange for all the nasty effects of rock cancer) and now wanders without any goal or purpose.

Chi in this universe is a funny little Cautus (rabbit person) Caster (mage class) who has a bit of an obsession with fire Arts and has a strangely large chin. Why is this child wandering around the wastelands of Terra? No idea. But she’s part of Failboat’s group now, and at least has more than 50 different ways to set an enemy on fire.

Lanc in this world is yet another kid who is traveling across Terra that decided to join Failboat’s team. I don’t know why he’s out here, but he’s a reliable scientist. Maybe he’d be a Zalak (rodent person) or a Vulpo (fox person). I dunno, there’s not a lot to pull from with this guy.

alrighty kit time

Hexer Supporters (who are just traditional debuffers) are the closest comparison I can think of to Imps. They also provide status effects with a little bit of magic damage on the side. So that’s what Deko is going to be. With Deko, I was thinking his 1st skill could be a quickly chargeable blast that binds a certain amount of enemies in range and disables their abilities for a brief time. His skill 2 would be based off of the Sweet Whispers skill in Miitopia, and he’ll target one or two enemies (prioritizing elites and bosses) and inflict the targets with the Fear effect, which makes the enemies unblockable but also makes them run around randomly and not attack. Basically his kit is designed entirely for delaying and disabling.

Chi would be a Primal Caster (mage class that deals extra damage when enemies have specific status effects) focused on Burn. The problem is, we already have a Burn Primal Caster… uhh.. fuck. Okay, for Chi, she’ll focus on smaller groups of targets, with her skill 1 as a burst fired at an enemy that inflicts a bunch of Arts damage and a hefty chunk of Burn damage, and her skill 2 would be like the Fireball spell in DnD, being an Arts projectile that explodes upon hitting its target and deals a lot of Arts and Burn damage in a wide AoE, but has a long charge up time. Hopefully she doesn’t overshadow Warmy too much.

Lanc would be an Alchemist Specialist, which is a subclass that is actually pretty similar to the Scientist job in Miitopia. His skill 1 would allow him to throw an Alchemical Unit that makes an ally’s attacks have a small AoE, and his skill 2 would be an Alchemical Unit that acts like a poison cloud, dealing Arts damage over time.

[freakenomenon]

Just wanted you to know that every time I remember you exist I get uncontrollably possessed by the urge to draw more mouse Ellen but I've been thinking of looking for a specific mouse species for her first which I was supposed to do like last month but I kept falling asleep</3

Anyway infodump time because uhh why not???? I did come up with a mouse for AM a while back though and I have been considering putting more thought into my self-indulgent IHNMAIMSqueak AU that exists solely for combining my special interest (mice) and IHNMAIMS where he tries testing transferring his 'conscience'(???) (being???) (code???) to a mouse because he doesn't want to waste time trying to construct a whole ass body only for it to not work but it ends up working too well and now he's stuck as a mouse and in my mind it's a BALB/c scid mouse (thus the design being albino) because male BALB/c scid mice tend to be aggressive and scid specifically because they're bred to be immunocompromised and it felt pretty AM to me, although lab mice in general remind me of AM. I also considered NOD scid, NSG, and c57bl/6 but I think I'll stick with BALB/c scid. I also considered him being a texel (curly haired) mouse because they go through unethical breeding as well (poor things) but again, I think BABLB/c scid works nicely. ALSO!! A detail that I really like is that mouse AM doesn't have whiskers and this is because whiskers are very soo so important in a mouse's sensory experience and AM lacks that so I wanted that to be painfully obvious lol

I'm considering either having AM also turn the survivors into mice as well so he isn't alone in his squeakiness buuut I'm leaning more towards him not being able to do much in a mousey body I'm not a hundred percent sure

Okay ramble over mb runs away

I was going to drop a little rodent in here called a dormouse (which isn't actually a mouse but people just loooove giving random rodents the name mouse or rat for some reason???) but Tumblr is being a little shit right now so that's all enjoy your day Idk

I would help you on your journey with mouse ellen considering this should be an easy job for me. i am the Ellen guy. But there is one eensy weensy problem.

i know nothing about mice. and i am not about to embarrass myself with my surface level plebian mouse knowledge in front of the cool mouse mutual.

on the other hand , your au and your mention of lab mice ( cutest au name ever BTW ) actually reminded me of my IHNMAIMS au because it is incredibly vaguely based on the short story: Flowers for Algernon.

uhh if you, or anyone reading, is/are unaware. "Algernon" is the name of a lab mouse in the short story, who is meant to be a direct parallel to the main character Charlie ( Charles ) Gordon. a mentally disabled man born with a low IQ who undergoes the same experimental procedure as Algernon to artificially increase his intelligence. ive always thought of you ever since I read this story cause. mouse.

it's actually like a really good commentary on the dehumanization of mentally disabled people. and is just , all around a pretty good story. THATS BESIDES THE POINT.

uhh i don't know what else to say I kind of just yapped at you and wanted to tell you abt the thing i find cool. because i think you are cool

here is one of my favorite paragraphs from the story ( blurred out the derogatory term for personal comfort )

ok bye

[projectshadowz]

CHAPTER 5 OF RODENT PROBLEM IS OUT!!!

like i said before,, if youre new, you should read the other chapters first!!!! if youre into sonadow and borrowers/you like the secret world of arrietty,,

i decided to a short break in between the 4th chapter and now because i focused mostly on writing for my free timee,,, but when i wnated to write again i kept forgettingHLep

[heartfulselkie]

WIP Game

Thanks @coffeebanana and @rosie-b for the tag, and thank you @kasienda for coming up with this new game!

List the titles your top five priorities for WIP updates (link your fics for new readers!)

An upcoming scene, event, or detail in each fic that you're looking forward to writing

Bonus: make a poll for your followers to vote on which top 5 WIP they are most excited to see an update on!

Then tag 10 writer friends!

WIP TITLES

So I'm kind of cheating a bit with my choices here I guess since I have a lot of ideas but not so many actual active WiPs. So some of these aren't actually stuff that has been posted (or not posted in fic form) but they're all what my rodent brain is rotating right now.

Bell the Cat - Ladyblanc Knight AU. Enemies to Reluctant Allies to Lovers. Plenty of angst and trauma to be had in this one!

2. Sad Machine - Not currently available. I'm attempting aiming to have the fic more or less completed before I start posting. Futurist/Cyberpunk-type AU. No Miraculous but there's a dash of vigilantism and mysterious happenings to solve. And some questionable ethics (thanks Gabe).

3. Porceline Girl - Emonette and Badrien (post Paris Special) Oneshot that I'm hoping to finish soon. They're just angsty teens trying to figure out what is love how to be around each other.

4. Kaleidoscope - (not currently a posted fic so link leads to my tumblr tag) Kwami Swap AU with a dose of amnesia! Love Square is a mess in this with a Reunioned Ghostbug trying to solve all the problems. Adrien needs a coffee and a nap. Tikki needs a drink.

5. Citrus and Lavender - Enemies to Lovers AU with Chat Noir being deceived into being on Hawk Moth's side from the very beginning. The kids need therapy and Gabriel needs jail.

UPCOMING

There's is so much I'm looking forward to with Bell the Cat, but with the upcoming chapters I'm excited about introducing some more characters into this world! And of course all the Ladyblanc banter to be had!

2. This is my little pet project at the moment that I am slow roasting in the microwave. There are so many things that I am foaming at the mouth for that I want to just spit the fic out onto ao3 already but I'm trying to go slow with this one.

3. I'm just excited to feed myself more Toxigriffe, even if its in Adrinette form. I have so many ideas for these two but this oneshot is the closest to being finished. I'm excited to have it done (soon! hopefully!)!

4. Another one that's been slow roasting for a bit. I'll admit I'm still undecided with how I want to post this - do I go full fanfic on ao3 with it? Or a webcomic-style on tumblr? Perhaps a hybrid of both? I normally go with writing for longer stories, but this AU really got its interest and following through my random comics of it. It's exciting to think about my options as I could really challenge myself with it (even if opting for a more webcomic style is terrifying in its own way).

5. We're finally reaching the point in the story where Ladynoir are trying to transition from stalwart enemies to shy and unsure partners. All sides of the love square are standing on bambi legs right now as things are very new and scary - but at least they'll slowly learn they have each other to lean on!

I think most of my usual victims have been tagged already - so consider this an open invitation to anyone who wants to do it! I'm tagging you! Yes, you!

[shentheauthor]

Since slugcats are descended from cleaning slugs, their slime is actually a cleaning agent. It’s nontoxic, and actually kinda tasty depending on the organism, which is why animals try to eat them.

As a result, scugs don’t actually have to bathe themselves unless they’ve been rolling around in the dirt. Most of the time their cleaning agent is enough. If they’re particularly dirty, though, tongue baths are necessary.

Tongue baths are also a pup thing. Pups haven’t started secreting the cleaning agent quite yet, and if they have, it’s not enough. So it’s up to their mothers, siblings, or colony mates to clean them. Abandoned pups usually get dirty fast, and it causes all sorts of problems with cleaning agent production in the future due to clogged glands.

In the stepping stones au, Pebbles has to get bathed by Rivulet, but he hates it and insists on cleaning himself. The problem is, he also hates THAT, because he has to lick dirt and grime. It’s a vicious cycle of “cranky pup is upset bc he’s dirty, but he hates being cleaned.”

Also, the production of the cleaning agent is different between scugs!

Gourmand produces more since they need the extra lubrication to get through small spaces.

Artificer’s is actually slightly toxic due to its flammability, but it mostly makes her taste spicy. Her saliva and cleaner both contain explosive compounds, which is how she gets that explosion boost. Flicking her tail is enough to ignite the cleaning agent, allowing her to jump higher. That’s also why she has a cooldown on the explosions, needing to give her slime production a minute to catch up.

Rivulet actually produces less since the moisture they need comes from the water. As a downside, they get dehydrated way faster.

Saint also produces less cleaning agent, being so far removed from the original pipeslugs. Their skin doesn’t dry out, and they’re actually the closest to actual cats (or rats if we take the fact that they’re rodents into account) out of all the scugs!

Slug Pebbles would have a similar effect to artificer in that his cleaning agent is spicy. He’s very conductive to electricity, meaning you get a little zap if you try to lick him.

[tg-headcanons]

TELL US ABOUT AHIGA!!

(Lost this in the ask pile and was just reminded) MY WRETCHED LITTLE BOY!! I’m putting it under the cut because it’s a big rant about my most wildly self indulgent oc

(My drawing ability is extremely bad but Fuck It We Ball) he’s from an Au I made with my bf @fawntastic (he drew the cast here)

Ahiga Cain is 17 years old, 6’5, an up and coming musician and is the last known member of H. Sapiens Cleptavox. They were one of the native ghoul species of the Americas and once a prominent part of the environment and society, but after hundreds of years of sickness and war, their numbers have dwindled to the certainty of extinction. He was born as the result of a last ditch attempt to save the species, but it ultimately failed.

He only made it to three years old before the CCG found where his mother had been living with him in a cave on protected land in the Grand Canyon, and an extermination operation was carried out on the day his younger brother was born. He was the only one who managed to make it out, fleeing towards the closest shelter, a dumpster where he was found a few days later by Arlen Cain, one of the investigator’s responsible who was coming back to the scene to do reports. He, already having some weird relationships with ghouls (I lowkey based psyb houji on him), and having also just been given custody of the daughter of a coworker who died in the operation, took him home and hid him away until he could be sure the kid wasn’t dangerous and reported him as a human child he found captured by ghouls. It was obvious that Ahiga was not human, he wasn’t even a normal ghoul, but after seeing what his partner did to that kakuja’s other cub, Arlen didn’t want any more children to die. Plus, he kind of wanted to see how this played out

Ahiga grew up in an extremely weird situation. One of his fathers is a common Eurasian ghoul, the other is an investigator actively covering up his identity, and his sister is a human who lost her mother at the same time he lost his, but they grew up close as creepy rural kid twins who just go off into the desert unsupervised sometimes. They had to learn as they went how Ahiga worked, especially when he ate birds and rodents and seemed to be fine and mimicked their own voices back at them, but they were happy. They just put him in loose clothing so it’s hard to tell how weirdly shaped he is, claimed he was born with ROS, and occasionally got information and help raising him from the few members of his mother’s tribe who knew about him.

The main problem at this point, was Vivienne. She’s Arlen’s partner, and more importantly, she was the one who brought down his mother. She’s reached high acclaim after killing a kakuja of a ghoul species previously thought to be prehistoric, and has since wracked up a reputation as being the most ruthless and effective ghoul hunter the Las Vegas CCG has seen in a long time. She’s a friend of the family, because it would be suspicious to cut her off at this point, and is close to Ahiga. He knows who she is, what she did, but instinctively he wants to be near her because when she uses the quinque made from his mother, it left her scent on her, and ever since sensing it as a small child he’s been attached. No matter how much he tries to rationalize it as he gets older, he still wants to be around her. And Vivienne, not aware that there’s anything wrong with Ahiga besides his illness and many allergies, loves him. Arlen is the closest thing to family she has, and so are his kids

His life was, oddly enough, pretty normal as a kid, up to the time other ghouls found out about him. They were so focused on protecting him from humans, that they didn’t know to protect him from certain ghouls, and a restaurant society heard rumors that the last cleptavox in the world was alive and well and ripe for the taking. He was taken by them when he was 11, and carefully kept alive so he could be butchered and auctioned off piecemeal, fed enough to regenerate, and start over again. It was there in captivity when his kagune finally started to harden, and after a couple weeks there, he managed to kill a handler and escape. He made his way home, but wasn’t the same after that. He had hoped to never get involved in the violence of the ghoul world, he wanted to just live like a human as much as he could, but the violence had found him and all because he was the last of a doomed species. He never wanted to be an endling, it wasn’t his choice, but he was one and now both humans and ghouls want to cut him to pieces for it, without even the dignity of a clean death

After that, he accepted that he’d need to be prepared to fight, but that wasn’t enough. It wasn’t fair, his mother didn’t deserve to die, his little brother didn’t deserve to die, all ghouls didn’t deserve to be hunted and have their lives ruined for what they can’t control, and he’ll do whatever he can to change it. The way his body changed after having to regenerate from being butchered, his hair turning white and his instincts getting worse, as well as the feeling that it wasn’t his anymore, made him eager to decide to turn it into a weapon. He and his sister, Megan, learned to hunt. His fathers, though reluctant, brought home ghoul meat. Ahiga, being a subspecies designed for cannibalism, grew a kakuja quickly.

He burst onto the scene to slaughter doves patrolling any area close to where his mother was killed, and it was obvious that this new one was the same species as the SSS ranked Coyote King that was exterminated there years ago. The CCG was whipped into a frenzy trying to find and kill it, headed by Vivienne, who having grown up in CCG education, saw the extermination of another ancient monster the perfect legacy

Ahiga became known as Roadkill, and quickly rose to his mother’s rank of SSS along with his sister, who became known as Jaeger, who is rank S as the CCG hasn’t yet figured out she isn’t a ghoul. They’ve amassed a gang, making it their business to not only support the ghouls in the area with food and shelter, but to launch coordinated attacks on CCG buildings and operations. There was a particularly brutal one when Operation Headlights, the task force led by Vivienne and Arlen to exterminate Roadkill and it’s gang, was first formed. His gang cornered the members sent to exterminate them, but rather than killing them themselves, he had them split into groups, vote on which of them will die, and them to kill the losers. After the wave of resignations that came from that it became well known in the CCG that even the money and acclaim that comes with the position isn’t worth what those ghouls will do to them.

He and his sister are horrors. In possum and deer skull masks, they and their gang move quickly on bikes and in cars, strike fast, and pile up corpses before the law can respond. He’s the reason that their branch of the CCG had to make new rules that sound like they come straight out of a horror movie, such as “do not believe anything said over the phone or radio as it could be a mimicry” and “no gloves or sunglasses in the office to ensure a ghoul wearing human skin is not on the premises”

In order to justify staying in Las Vegas full time as opposed to the more rural area outside of it his family lived at, they claimed to be starting a band as it was very believable that two idiot teenagers thought they could make it big performing at casinos. Their cover story worked to explain why they were always in the city that Roadkill and Jaeger were terrorizing, but by pure coincidence, they did well. They just happened to be at the right place at the right time, performing some stupid little show at a casino a relative worked at, when they got some attention. They realized that some fame will be good, not because of the money (though being able to afford a private jet to smuggle ghouls around in didn’t hurt), but because making music with ghoul dogwhistles can help get the word out to recruit more people for their militia

By now they’re a well oiled machine of performance, Murder, and self destructive spirals for the sake of destroying the CCG. Though Ahiga remains distant from his comrades. It’s not that he’s particularly rude or doesn’t want to be close to them, but because as he gets older, his subspecies traits become more obvious and very unsettling to other ghouls. He makes too much eye contact, his talons are way too big, and his occasional quadrupedal walk make other ghouls not want to be around him as he’s just uncanny. Being a kakuja also doesn’t help. So he’ll go out of his way to find other ghouls that are weird subspecies or kakuja because he’s kind of desperate to hang out with someone as weird as him. He’s also just kind of cringe in the way he behaves

Becoming so powerful at such a young age, especially in response to a horrific event and knowing that he’s the last of his kind, did terrible things to Ahiga. He compulsively cannibalizes to grow his kakuja even as his RC fluctuations grow out of control and leave him dependent on all sorts of suppressants and medications, and leaning on a cane half the time he’s out of combat. He’s been utilizing drugs and machinery to try to make himself stronger, dosing himself with all types of chemicals and plants to make his kakuja bigger and more aggressive while his sister tries out ways of armoring it and attaching mounted turrets to his back. It’s quickly destroying him, chipping away at his body and mind as he’s left with injuries, chemical imbalances, mood swings and hallucinations for the sake of turning himself into the war machine

But he’s careful to make sure the public and Vivienne can never tell. He wears sunglasses to hide his eyes that can rarely conceal his kakugans, he dresses in elaborate alternative fashion so no one thinks to question why he’s always wearing high heeled platform boots, ones with false bottoms inside to conceal his naturally digitigrade stance. He tells people that it’s just illness that makes his hair white, that he only looks so tall because of the boots, that he never eats anything because of allergies. It works, he even set up a donation drive for ROS research in his name to keep the lie going, and even Vivienne doesn’t question it. She’s the most dangerous person to him, having a personal vendetta against Roadkill, yet he still can’t bring himself to kill her. He wants so badly to tell her what he really is and for her to join him, but he knows she’s too far gone into CCG brainwashing to be saved yet

In all, he’s a very weird creep who is torn between the desire to save ghouls so that no other ghoul will have to suffer like he did, and wanting to slaughter everyone for causing him to be the last of his kind doomed to die in a world that he doesn’t belong in. Increasingly sick and unwell, he puts on a persona of a sweet, good humored teenager to the public to protect his human image, and a persona of a brutal, sadistic leader to protect his people as he orders others to kill and die for him. Even he isn’t sure what his plan is, he mostly does what will immediately help the ghouls in his community, follows leads of ghoul restaurants to slaughter anyone involved, or does as Arlen commands to strike at the CCG. He is in a death spiral with his surrogate mother, he and his sister cyberbully public officials together, he loves divorced dad rock, and he is a horrible little gayboy who can not be saved

[paikothecateater]

Literally playing farming simulator rn as you posted that, wild.

Anyway Iceland being the main animal guy is so cute it reminds me of that one small YouTube farm channel where the guy would make extra money passively raising baby goats (would sell them after) and he’d make videos where he would just sit down then all 4 baby’s would sprint to him and jump on him.

Alright, I really want to expand on this AU, so here's a branching headcanon.

I feel like Denmark has a huge no farm animals in the house rule. It upsets Iceland to no end because he always wants to be around them.

On multiple occasions, I've made the headcanon that Denmark spoils Iceland and physically can't say no to him, so why not implement that in this AU.

As much as it hurts Denmark, he has to stand firm on his rule, but he also knows that he can't keep Iceland from at least having one house pet. He decides that the only exception to this rule would be a baby goat that Iceland can raise however he likes.

So, on Iceland's birthday, he walks in with a tiny, completely snow white, baby goat with a pink ribbon tied around it's neck. Iceland immediately goes absolutely crazy over this baby goat. He runs up to hug Denmark and takes the little goat into his arms. He eventually decides to name her Pie.

This little goat is an absolute angel. Goats can be pretty mischievous, but this little angel just wants to be held. Iceland carries this baby around all day every day. Initially, Denmark would have preferred it if the goat could stay outside, but there was no way in hell Iceland would let his baby sleep outside. No, she sleeps right next to him.

But hey, that's how Denmark got rid of his problem completely. Iceland was completely content with his baby Pie and never wanted another pet ever again...

... Until one day, a pretty intense storm hits. Thankfully, Iceland manages to get all the animals safely indoors. He walks into the house last to see that Finland also seems to have been caught in the storm by surprise. He makes a casual comment about a cat he saw get absolutely drenched. Cats get into the land all the time, but there's usually plenty mice and other vermin available to keep them away from trying to eat any of the chickens, so they're usually allowed to stay. Iceland cannot stop asking about this cat. They try to assure him it'll probably be okay, but he is just inconsolable, so Norway offers to go look for it and bring it in to calm Iceland down. He walks out and comes back 20 minutes later, absolutely drenched, holding this battered, sopping, white cat. Despite the fact that it looked like it had been through the trenches, it looked well fed enough. Norway hands Iceland the cat and gets a grateful hug for his trouble. Iceland gives the cat a warm bath to get it clean, dries it up and cradles it on his lap, later discovering that this cat is in fact a girl. Denmark sees this and gets physically ill at the thought of having to make Iceland release the cat after the storm. He walks over to him, puts an arm on his shoulder and goes "yes, you can keep it." Iceland gets super excited and names this cat 'Beatrice' or Bea for short. Once dry and comfortable, the innocent grateful kitty act immediately melts away and it turns out that Beatrice is a super mean cat. Despite being the one who rescued her, Norway ended up getting the worst of it though it didn't bother him as he's not really a cat person. Bea is only the absolute sweetest around Iceland and maybe Denmark. She follows Iceland everywhere and earns her keep by hunting down rodents and bugs.

So yeah, Denmark's rule kind of fell on its ass, but he knew right from the start. Iceland loves animals too much to keep away from them for any amount of time.

I'm falling down a rabbit hole and I'm going to do nothing about it.

[hyperfixingfr]

Skinny teen Hoagie in the tags gives me an excuse to remind you guys HOAGIE IS FAT THROUGHOUT HIS ENTIRE LIFE, NO IFS ANDS OR BUTS.

"Hank" was a mutated version of Hoagie and Hoagie cannot become skinny under any healthy circumstances as his fat is genetic. "Hank" is the only version of Hoagie shown to be skinny. Every other older version is fat, because Hank was never supposed to be how he'd look as a teen/adult. It's supposed to be how he'd look after being stretched out underneath a device meant for rodents. It didn't age the hamster, did it?

"But I can't draw those body types" then LEARN. I'm sorry to say it but a few of my moots on main can't even draw fat people properly and their Hoagie has the same/similar body type to other characters. That doesn't make it right just because it's occurring often now. If what I said applies to your artwork, you need to make some changes to your work. Learn to draw fat bodies. Hell, learn to draw ANY kind of plus sized characters. Your art style failing to incorporate fat people isn't a quirk, it's just demeaning.

"But I like how he looks skinny!" and why is that? Why can't you allow a character to just be fat? Sounds like you need to work on how you view fat people if you can't draw Hoagie without wanting to slim him down...

"But I want him to learn better food habits/learn to exercise/become healthier in my teen/adult AU!" that's cool and all but... None of that is going to change his body type. We all saw that Tommy was fat from the get-go in that one comic, right? We all remember how his parents look, right? Weight ≠ health. And this is proven various times throughout the show as Hoagie has no problem preforming death-defying stunts. He's a healthy kid, and eats just as much sweets as his friends. A matter of fact, Abby probably eats MORE than he does. He's constantly active due to his involvement with the KND. So the idea that he'd lose weight if he did any of those things is false.

There's no good excuse to draw him skinny at any point in his life. Fat people exist. Get over it and learn to draw them. Thanks!

(All of the above applies to every other fat character)