#this is maybe cringe but like. i really do think it just is that good!!

[waynes-multiverse]

They are crazy addicting lol! And I've seen so many start doing them like this after you, and it's cool to read everyone's different takes (and how much we all agree for some 😂). Comparing Jackles characters also reminds me of college and writing papers lmao

Oooh this is so true for Dean. He's only had like, what, two real relationships in his life? With Lisa, I feel like we got a sense that they were loving partners, but the show didn't dive all that deep into what their relationship actually looked like romantically. (One of my biggest gripes honestly. Outing myself here: I shipped Dean x Lisa hard back in the day and was heartbroken when they broke her and Dean up and wrote her and Ben out of the show the way they did. 😭)

Right lol?? I feel like he wouldn't know that all these sweet little things he does just because he's generally a kind, caring, good human are actually swoon-worthy 😍

And I loved Lisa and Dean, too! I just felt her entry and exit were both a bit surprising lol. I do think they had a loving relationship, but Dean mentioned he wasn't really there mentally because of Sam. But I hated how they wrote her out and portrayed it all. Makes me cringe during rewatches when I see them interact because I know how it'll all end 😂🙈

What a lovely turn in the ending though!! He decked out the Dean Cave, I love it!! 😍 That's a big gesture he could 100% pull off. 💕

One of the things all my fics have in common is that Dean always decks out the Cave for date night. But I think that's just totally something he'd do 🥰 (That, and taking you for a drive in the Impala, either to an outdoor movie theater or some viewpoint where teens make out lmao)

LOL "old school" is an understatement with this guy for sure, but it very much tracks that he'd go all out for V-Day. He's got money to burn, and I feel like he'd enjoy trying to impress his girl with all the fanfare of a beautiful night out. (I explored that idea in Lost on You for sure.)

Yup, exactly! It's like a staged event for him, he goes all out and uses every opportunity to brag lol (And I so can imagine SB in the 80s was 100% that guy. Just look at that fucking cocky smirk 😂)

💀💀 omfg you nailed him there. 💯 😂

I mean, the king can't eat with the peasants 😂😂 (Ben is just generally so fun to write because I usually go with the most extreme thing I can think of and it'll fit 🤣)

omfggg Ben. So accurate, and somehow it's still sexy 😅 (there might be something wrong with me. It's fine.)

Lmao girl, there's something wrong with all of us. I can't even spell the word feminism when I'm writing or reading him 😂💚

I also like the contrast between Dean's card and SB's card at the end -- Ben's not asking questions. He's more straightforward and demanding that you're his. 👌🏽🫠

Aww, glad you agree! I could definitely see Dean be more his insecure self in that regard, while Ben marks his territory with his dick 😂🤷‍♀️

It's the "Are you sure you want to date me?" vs. "How could you not date me?!" lmao

LMAO I loved this entire section for so many reasons -- Beau's southern charm and chivalry, the good dose of realism coming from the reader, plus that one at the end making me cackle. 🤣

For some reason, I figured Beau would totally overdo it, and my God, the pressure the poor reader is under 😂😂

But she did find a way that went beyond blow jobs luckily 😂 And I would absolutely love a cabin getaway with Beau. I did give them a lake cabin in Polaris. Couldn't even imagine him living somewhere else (except maybe a ranch lol).

Very on-brand indeed that he's the one you can't quite pin down (at first). 😅 His job really would make things difficult to make a relationship work, even with the reader soldiering through and trying to be unaffected that she thinks he won't be around for Valentine's Day.

Russ was actually based on a personal story when my husband (then 4 months boyfriend) was still in the military abroad and surprised me with a visit 🥰 But yeah, I had only gotten a quick text and then sulked all day till that moment 😂

I loved ALL of these HCs, Wayne, but I'm torn between Dean and Beau on this one. So very sweet for this hopeless romantic!~ 💞

So happy your hopeless romantic heart enjoyed them, Alex! And thank you for starting an awesome new tradition here! 🥰🫶

Headcanon: Valentine's Day 💕

(Dean Winchester // Soldier Boy // Beau Arlen // Russell Shaw – Edition)

Prompt: How would your favorite men surprise you for Valentine's Day?

Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader // Soldier Boy x reader // Beau Arlen x reader // Russell Shaw x reader

Warnings: +18 for some language and spice, tons of fluff, a smidge of angst

A/N: Something sweet to sweep you off your feet for the most romantic day of the year 😉 Happy early Valentine's from me, my loves 💖 (And big thanks to the lovely, amazing @zepskies 💜 for starting this trend in the first place. It's addicting 😂🫶)

Dean:

Dean isn’t big on Valentine’s Day and romance. Not because he thinks it’s an unnecessary holiday invented by greeting card companies, but because he genuinely doesn’t know how to be romantic.

You’re aware of this and don’t care if he surprises you with a big gesture. Because truth is, Dean’s romantic when it comes to the little things.

You don’t care if he brings you flowers because he brings you your favorite take-out order when you so much as mention that you’re hungry.

You don’t care if he gets you a card because he gets up in the middle of the night and saunters all the way to kitchen to bring you a glass of water when you tell him you’re thirsty.

You don’t care if he gets you chocolate because he creates personal mixtapes for you with songs you said you liked during random drives.

He listens to you. He holds open doors for you. He protects you. He keeps you calm. He takes care of you when you’re injured. And he loves you with every fiber of his being.

So, really, you don’t care if he makes a big deal out of one random calendar day a year or not. It doesn’t prove his love for you – the little things do.

However, you’re still sweetly surprised (and moved to tears) when you find the Dean Cave dipped in the warm glow of fairy lights and candles.

He’s picked out your favorite chick-flick and your favorite snacks.

He opens his arms with a big, cheeky grin and invites you into his snuggly embrace on the couch.

There’s a box of chocolates on the coffee table, a few of them half eaten, and a note that reads: I’m not a smart man, but I know what love is. Be mine?

You smile and kiss his scruffy cheek. “Always.”

Flustered, he smiles, cheeks tinged pink, and kisses your crown. “Happy unattached-drifter-Christmas, sweetheart.”

Soldier Boy:

To say Ben’s old-school when it comes to romance would be an understatement. While the rest of the year his bedside manners leave much to desire, he strangely shines on Valentine’s.

Mostly, because he knows sex is a given on this holiest of holy days. No sickness or period can stop him.

If you accidentally died, you’re even sure he’d pull a full Weekend at Bernie’s and have a night out with your corpse.

First, he surprises you with a delicately wrapped gift on your bed: a tight-fitting, beautiful emerald evening gown and the matching lacy lingerie set.

Of course he got you underwear, even though he won’t mind if you don’t wear anything at all under that dress.

He then takes you out to the fanciest restaurant in the city, where he reserved a private room away from all the other commoners.

His attention is only on you.

He praises you all night long and gives compliments as if he's never done anything else his entire (long) life.

He orders the most expensive bottle of wine and the best steak and makes sure you know that it is.

He encourages you to play footsie under the table with him before he slips the heel off your foot, and your toes massage the growing bulge in his slacks.

He holds your hand in public and protectively guides you goddamn everywhere with a palm on the small of your back, showing you off like arm candy – the trophy wife.

Sure, you could protest and critique his… traditional views.

You’re not a fucking award he’s won for bad acting!

But your cheeks flush furiously every single time he brags boisterously about you to anyone who will listen. And those who don’t listen are forced to listen.

But you can’t deny it feels good to be so wanted, so desired.

When you come home at the end of the night (with a fucking horse-drawn carriage no less), Ben can barely keep his large hands from roaming your curves. You know he expects his reward now for being the best possible lover ever.

On the kitchen island, you also find a huge bouquet of red roses waiting for you. You can barely appreciate its beauty before the zipper in the back of your dress slides open. Well… rips open.

Between the thorny stems, there’s a card attached, too. It doesn’t read “Be Mine,” however.

Nope, it says, “You are mine.”

And you know he fucking means it.

Beau Arlen:

Your favorite cowboy sheriff will pull out all the stops as soon as the calendar on his desk reads February.

He doesn’t wait for D-Day either. Every day for thirteen days straight, there’s a little surprise waiting for you when you get home.

Your favorite flowers, your favorite meal, your favorite movie, a framed picture of you and him from your first vacation together, a necklace you saw in an antique store you mentioned in passing…

Some might say he’s a little overcompensating.

But Beau has made mistakes in his past, especially on the relationship front, and will be damned if he hasn’t learned from them.

So, he will make sure you feel wanted and loved till the day he dies, even though you keep repeatedly telling him he doesn’t need to make a fuss about Valentine’s Day.

Really, you’re good with picked flowers from the garden.

But Beau’s stubborn and won’t be discouraged. The southern gentlemanliness is rooted deep within his heart and soul.

This day is all about his endless love for you.

Honestly, the sheer amount of everything makes you even slightly uncomfortable. It might sound dumb, but how could you ever compete with that level of commitment?

There ain’t enough blow jobs in this world to make up for his devotion to you.

But on the big day itself, you are actually the one who surprises him with a romantic weekend trip to a cabin in the mountains and excellent fishing spots close by.

You know the biggest gift you could give him is some peace and quiet, time for himself, and a listening ear because he will surely talk the entire time about God and the world while you’re stuck on a boat with him.

But on the night itself, when you give him your gift, he’s actually speechless. Tears brim in his green eyes because you thought of him.

He’s moved, and it moves you.

Because, after all, to you, there’s no bigger gift in this world than his smile.

Russell Shaw:

You don’t expect much when Valentine’s Day looms in the distance. In fact, you don’t expect anything at all.

You’ve only been dating Russell for a couple of months now, and you barely ever see him. Your time together mostly consists of text messages, late night phone calls, and the occasional video chats.

You know his job is complicated. You know he can’t be around as much, even though you direly wish he could.

On the morning of the dreaded day, you receive a simple text message:

“Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart! I’ll call you later!”

You hate to admit it, but you feel a little disappointed – disenchanted even. You don’t want to make a big deal out of it because it’s a stupid, unimportant almost-holiday.

All day long, you curse the greeting card companies and the poisonous claws of consumerism for making you care in the first place.

You’re a strong, independent woman. You shouldn’t need a man to give you flowers, gifts, or attention to feel appreciated.

Still…

As you park in the driveway after a long day at work where you watched your colleagues fawn over the bouquets they received from their partners, you feel disheartened when you still haven’t even gotten your promised phone call.

Russell always leaves you wanting more… That can both be a good thing and a very bad one.

But as you close the car door, your phone vibrates in your pocket. You all too keenly pull it out and pick up, almost dropping it because your hands are jittering with excitement at this point and your heart is pounding furiously.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Russell greets you on the other end, the deep timbres of his voice sending immediate shivers down your spine. “You home yet?”

All your worries and sorrows are instantly forgotten when you hear the big smile on his freckled face that he’s surely carrying.

He’s worth it, you remind yourself, even when it’s not easy. Life is not always rainbows and butterflies.

“Uh, almost. Unlocking the front door as we speak,” you tell him.

“Sorry I couldn’t call you sooner. Was stuck on a plane. Long flight,” he says mysteriously. You don’t even ask at this point. You know he can’t tell you.

“No worries. I was busy, anyways,” you lie and hope he buys your nonchalance. “Anywhere interesting you are now?”

“You could say that, yeah…”

“Well, if you hold on a second, I’ll slip out of those clothes and make your evening even more interesting with some pictures,” you tease flirtatiously and push the door open to your dark apartment.

The light switches on by itself, though. You blink in surprise before the phone falls out of your hand when Russell beams broadly at you.

“As much as I love getting your dirty little photos, I think I prefer the real thing tonight,” he says slyly.

“I can’t believe you’re here!” You surge forward into his strong arms so forcefully you almost tackle him to the ground, your hands slinging around his neck. If you could keep him caged there forever, you’d be fine with it.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart,” Russell says with a warm chuckle and claims your lips in a searingly passionate kiss that shows you just how much he’s certainly missed you too. “Wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”

Hope you enjoyed these little snippets, friends! Do you agree with these? 😉

I legit stole Dean's half-eaten box of chocolate and the Forrest Gump note from another fic of mine. I couldn't resist. I can totally see him doing something silly and cute like that 😂

Happy Valentine's 💕

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[osamusbigtits]

"when you jerk off, what do you think about?" atsumu asks.

it's just him and suna. osamu got stuck behind, cleaning duty for the gym or something. there's a question that's been lodged in his chest for months. but there's never a good time to ask. and something makes him blurt it out to suna.

suna swallows. atsumu hears the click of suna's throat, which would usually make atsumu cringe, but he's stuck a in world of thoughts.

"I think about..." suna trails off. the hesitation makes atsumu turn. suna's frowning. "a boy. I think about a, uh, boys. I mean."

atsumu raises an eyebrow. "so you're gay?"

suna sighs and closes his eyes. like that's the conclusion he's been avoiding. "I think so."

atsumu brings his knees to his chest. "that's not so bad," he mumbles.

suna looks at atsumu now. atsumu keeps his gaze away.

"why? what so you jack off to?" suna asks, slightly defensive.

"I don't." atsumu frowns. "like I get hard. but I just... I don't think about anything and I don't really care for it. I mean, I've tried thinking about it all. girls- boobs, butts, touching me. I even thought about aran once, but... I never get it, I guess. it all just feels forced. I rarely finish anyway."

suna hums, making sure atsumu knows he was heard.

atsumu makes himself smaller.

"aran, huh?" suna says.

atsumu's face flushes. "that's what you got?'

"I don't blame you. he's pretty." suna shrugs. "maybe you're not into sex." he transitions poorly into the new subject, making atsumu wince. "i think it's a thing."

atsumu frowns. "I'm broken, suna. I'm not gay, I'm not straight, I don't even jerk off. all boys our age jerk off!"

suna shrugs. "I didn't start jerking off until, like... a few months ago."

"really?"

"yeah. I think I was freaked out at the idea of being caught. but also, I never really got the random boners until recently anyway. I don't think you're broken," suna says. "you might just be a little different."

"different. like that's better."

suna brings his legs up on the bed, crossing them. his knee bumps against atsumu's side a few times. "I've been different my whole life, atsumu. you either worry about being different and die or you learn to embrace it and survive."

"you totally read that somewhere."

"yeah. it was a poster on my teacher's wall. but, it's still right."

atsumu dissents. maybe he needs to stop trying to fit in. he doesn't try this hard for anything else but volleyball.

"who's the boy?" atsumu asks.

suna's face turns bright red. "I'm not talking about it."

"oh come on! you have to tell me now!"

"hey, losers," osamu says from the doorway. "mama finished dinner. come eat."

atsumu jumps down. "when did you get home?" suna trails behind. atsumu wonders if he'll ever get answer about who that boy is.

[msookyspooky]

🥀 Severen's Valentine 🫀

Fluff ♡ Old Couple Kinda Flirting ♡ GN!Reader x Severen Van Sickle ♡ Not Proofread ♡ 1k Words:

"Ta-Da." He grinned and held out the red roses to you as your eyes lit up. The fragrant petals wafting towards you like a heedy perfume as you gently took them from your lover. He smirked that signature cocky grin of his and added, "Did ya really think I'd forget my baby on such a mushy disgustin' ass day?"

Your heart melted as you took them gingerly from him like they were the most precious thing. It wasn't every day Severen showed this more romantic side. He was all about action and lewd banter rather than traditional romance.

"Oh Sevy, you shouldn't hav- Ouch." You hissed slightly as a thorn got you.

"Sorry 'bout that darlin'. Those roses are as prickly as me." He sheepishly joked while running a hand behind his head to rub his neck.

"As pretty too."

He chuckled at that, "To think I almost got ya some guys bloody heart and put it in a box."

You shook your hand a bit to rid the slight sting and cringed, "Mmm...I'll take the flowers."

"Damn right." He drew out nodding his head in approval before gesturing his hand outstretched towards you, "C'mere." He took the hand that had been pricked by the roses thorn. He held it up in the dim light and saw the pindrop of crimson on your finger. Almost reverent as he eyed it before bringing it to his lips.

Closing his eyes to kiss the tiny injury with a deep inhale and a low, short moan while planting a firm wet kiss. You eyed him while butterflies pooled in your belly and your chest heated as his tongue darted out. One of the few parts still warm on him in contrast to the rest of him from the chill air and supernatural flesh. He lolled his tongue almost seductively over the mark. Savoring the metalic taste that was his whole existence and yet yours was both the Devil's fruit; fighting to not give into the temptation to just chomp down and drink gluttonously and also a gift that was special just from you that he cherished dearly.

Sucking the skin like it was the sweetest taste on his tongue and you could do nothing in his iron grip so powerful it could break your hand yet so gentle it was like he was holding a delicate flower.

"Baby..." He groaned low as he finally released, his lips making a sloppy plop as he stopped sucking all the blood flow from your index finger. Blue eyes fluttering open to gaze at you. Head bent and lust and love and mischief in his stare. "Swear ya do this shit to me on purpose."

You tried to regain some dignity and huffed, "More like you did that on purpose." Wiggling your finger for emphasis.

"Maybe." He smirked as he gave your digit one last kiss then stood up fully with a grin. "Don't act all huffy like ya don't get a lil hot a bothered by ol' Severen kissin it better, now." He teased while tilting your chin up. "Got you all weak in the knees. Don't deny it, suga."

You didn't have a retort for that. He made you feel things no human man ever could and he knew it. Acting like some cocky dog with his tail up and chest out preening from knowing he could get away with a lot of shit. And sadly, you'd probably let him if he kept making you so damn flustered.

However, your eyes lingered on how cut up his hands were. The calloused masculine skin scrapped and still had some dried blood on them. "Hey..." You gently reached out to cup his hands. Your warmth evading his chilled flesh and making him sigh contently. "What happened? Looks like these flowers gave you Hell." You mumbled as you sat the flowers down on a table nearby.

"Oh quit." He chided with a wry smirk, "That's fuckin' insultin' babying a no good bastard like me over a few cuts. Ya just saw me hurled through a wall last week."

"Yeah and I didn't like it." You grumbled in reply.

He sighed in mock exasperation at you, "Go on and git those damn flowers in water before they wither. Don't let my battle scars be in vain." He sarcastically joked but you just eased him to sit nearby in a motel chair.

"I will just let me clean your hands up a bit." Slipping a few of his rings off and pocketing them to clean a bit in the bathroom.

He didn't even argue with you even if he groaned and rolled his neck like this was an awful chore to appease you while you went to the small bathroom. Just flopped down in that chair, his spurs jangling and jacket rustling as he shifted. Ruefully smirking at your insistence on mother henning him even when his cuts were almost completely healed. Skin knitting together as fast as days of healing for a regular human.

You reckoned he secretly adored you fretting over him. In fact, you knew he'd milk out his injuries just so you'd kiss him and sympathize and the relic of a vampire just sat that eating the babying right up even if he'd never admit it and he most definitely got into it with the others when they caught on and started poking fun at his expense.

You took a warm wet cloth of soap and water soothingly over the cuts. He hissed slightly and you smirked, "You ate a bullet in the stomach and laughed bout it last month."

"Tsk, shit. Ya caught me." He gave that devilishly charming lopsided grin at you. "Is it a crime to want some extra lovin'? A lil pampering? A bit of frettin' from my sweetheart?"

You couldn't hide the smile or warm chuckle in your throat if you wanted to. After getting the dried blood and dirt off his hands, you finally asked. "So where did the roses with thorns and dirt come from?"

He scoffed lightly but relented pretty easily, "...Found em." He sniffed in gruff indifference.

"Where?"

"Some old bitty's yard."

You gasped in faux outrage, "Severen-"

"Oh don't 'Oh Severen!' me." He mocked your voice, "She ain't gonna miss em! She probably don't even know she had em. She looked old as dust."

"YOU are old as dust."

"Watch it." He growled with no heat under it and pulled you close to be in his lap. His inhuman strength and enduring muscles under his skin made him able to carry just about anything or anyone. "Ya want me to put em back or somethin'?"

"Pft no." You snorted at the idea of even attempting it and trying to make it look normal.

"Then stop bustin' my balls then." He playfully huffed as he held you close with a mock glare that always made you simultaneously roll your eyes yet want to kiss him hard.

"Alright, alright!" You tsked but a warm smile crept up your lips. "Thank you."

His gaze softened to reveal how he really felt. A tiny gesture reserved only for you in the protective embrace and solitude together. "Anything for you, baby." However, a more devious smirk etched on his face as he gave a low whisper, "Although..."

You cut him off with a chaste kiss and smiled against his lips. "Already planning to. Think I'm leaving you in a cold motel bed on Valentines day?"

"Better not." He teased and kissed you back.

You pulled away with a grunt, "Oh the flowers-" All before gasping as he scooped you up effortlessly no matter your size with strength that could bend a metal pole in half.

"Fuck them flowers. I got my own flower to tend to right here. Right now." He gave in that silky voice that made most people swoon as he tossed you gently on the bed and crawled over top of you. "Gonna be a long sweet night jus' you an' me, darlin'."

[annoyinglilbro]

Controlling big brother who's taken the role of their parents. He takes care of his sib, makes sure he's well fed and...well fucked. He's also strict too, so used to having his little bro wrapped around his finger, that not having his attention and submission for even a second is too much. So he checks his phone where he finds nudes he sends to himself, he tracks his location and tells his sib what to do...his little brother loves it though

He’s basically his parent, he’s the one who’s been taking care of him this entire time. Their parents are always away on bussiness or some other bullshit excuse. It’s big bro who makes sure he’s up when he’s gotta be, who helps him with his homework, who makes his lunches and dinners. And they’ve always been so close, his little brother has always been so obsessed with him and clingy.

So when he starts pulling away it’s a huge shock. He doesn’t understand why his little brother isn’t clinging to him like he usually does. Maybe he’s over protective, but he has one of those parental things on his brothers phone. He can see his messages, his photo album, his screen time, and really it’s for his own good! Somebody has to look out for him. He usually doesn’t check it but something’s going on. Imagine his surprise when his little brothers album is full of dirty pictures. He feels sick thinking of his brother taking these photos and sending them to weirdos on the internet, surely these men don’t have his best interest at heart, not the way his big brother does.

He saves the photos to his own phone, not for any weird reasons, ofcourse! It’s not like it’s anything he hasn’t seen before, nothing he hasn’t touched or tasted on multiple occasions. Really these photos are his by right. He’s quickly texting his brother, telling him he’s coming to get him and he better be ready. They need to have a talk. He knows he’s at some stupid party, their parents had told him he could go but they weren’t the ones he needed permission from, he should have asked his big brother if it was okay. His little brother doesn’t argue, just sends back a sad face and okay.

When he picks him up he cringes at the loud music and awful smells. Weed and alcohol and too much body sweat. It’s disgusting and his little brother is stumbling to the car, a drunken smile on his face. He practically falls into the passenger seat. H e doesn’t drive far, just far enough to find a quiet little pull off spot.

“What -hic- what’re we doin?” His little brother slurs out.

His big brother is already unlocking his phone, shoving the obscene photo into his brothers face.

“What is this? Who are you taking these photos for? And drinking? Did you smoke too? I can’t believe you. I raised you better than this! What’s going on?”

“Woah…h-how did you get that?! Dude that’s a T-totalll invasion of privacy!”

His big brother ignores his slurred complaints and places a hand on his thigh.

“I wouldn’t have to do this if you talked to me! You shouldn’t have come to this party tonight. You’re acting out. We’re going to fix that.”

“You’re not dad, dude! Jeez you need to chill out.” He’s mumbling, his head resting against the headrest of seat.

His older brother growls, pushing the seat down so his little brother is flat on his back on. His eyes shoot open and he tries to sit up but it’s too late. His big brother is in his lap, pinning him down in the seat.

“I don’t care if I’m not dad! I’m in charge of you! Don’t I do enough for you? You’ve been so disrespectful lately, a real fucking brat. And a slut. I think you need a punishment, don’t you little bro?”

His little brother whines when his big brother squeezes his face, forcing him to look up at him.

“You’re gonna be a good boy for me, aren’t you? Show me you’re still my good boy?”

Little brother nods, whining as his big brother grinds his hips down into him.

“Prove it to me. Show me how good you can be.”

[mongeese]

Now, I haven't actually listened to all that many audio drama podcasts in comparison to other podcast fans, but I really genuinely honest-to-god believe that as audio drama expands as a medium and if fiction podcasting gains mainstream attention that The Silt Verses will be held up as a groundbreaking example of what audio drama can be and as a show that pushed and expanded the boundaries of the medium. Even the roughness of the audio (mainly in season 1 but there are some messy bits throughout the show) I think is an indication of the show's sheer ambition and creative vision, running into the limitations and either pulling back in creative ways or breaking those boundaries. Like imo it's truly unmatched in audio drama productions right now. I've never heard anything like it before. The fandom is not the biggest compared to the really famous podcasts (though it is sizeable and growing!), but I hope that one day TSV gets the acclaim it deserves because it is really, really that good

[piko-rose]

My Personal Headcanon On Why Amy's Love For Sonic Died Down Lately (and their dynamic)

When they were younger, Amy's love for Sonic was pretty extreme, and Sonic was, understandable, uncomfortable for the most part. He knows she means well, but that girl needs to calm down.

She can fight, but sometimes her hammer could only stun her enemies for a while. (It took her a long time to get rid of that robot that has been chasing her around Station Square.) She wasn't fully independent yet, even if she fought on her own a couple of times.

She often follows Sonic and his friends around. She is part of the team, but she was not a strong as she is now at the time yet.

She admires Sonic. A LOT. And Sonic knows that. Obviously, he could only run away from something like that, since he is NOT ready for that kind of thing, and whether Amy takes the hint or stop, she still loves him.

...BUT, I think things were slightly starting to change between her and Sonic after Lost World.

Remember this line?

You remember that? Okay, okay. Here's another totally unrelated question:

Before the events of Lost World, when was the last time Amy said "I love you" to Sonic out loud?

...YEP. 😈 (Unless I'm missing something, let me know lmao)

As more games and adventures come out, the characters get slightly older, and Amy is 12 to 13 now, and she is most certainly at that age where her body starts to change, but especially on how she views Sonic.

She knows she loves Sonic, but it was this moment during her change where she actually wanted to admit that she loves him.

I believe that Amy was all about sharing her affection to him not through confessions, but through obvious hints. Sonic totally got it, and there was no need to confess. Sonic knows she loves her.

...But she never said it. And she almost did, but she never did again for a while.

I think this was the moment in her life where, oh, God, she actually loves Sonic. SHE LOVES HIM, WHAT.

And she was looking back at all the times she had with Sonic that she can now see were unpleasant to Sonic (At least that's what she thinks) and that's probably why she isn't so expressive about her love to him than how she used to back then.

She wasn't sure what to do with this realization, and sets aside it for a while, and nearly stayed as her casual, peppy self... until the Eggman War happened.

During the 6 months of being with the Resistance, fighting Eggman's army all day and all night, all she can think of was Sonic.

She dreams that he still with not just her, but with her friends. She just wanted to see Sonic again, she just wants to be with her hero again.

But I'd like to think that she was also thinking about how she used to treat Sonic back when they were younger, how Sonic would almost always run away from her whenever she asks him out, or always look so uncomfortable whenever she gets so close to him.

Cringing at those memories big time, she wanted to change and hopefully when Sonic is okay and comes back, she can be better for him.

...Or will he still find her uncomfortable regardless? Would he even be happy to see her at all if he did survive?

But, hold on! She can't just give up her love for Sonic! He made her who she is today! A peppy, nature-loving, hammer-swinging, confident, brave... loud-mouth... annoying... Sonic obsessed... weak... pathetic... lonely little girl.

If she gives up on Sonic, it'll be like she gave up on the one hedgehog who saved her life. If she didn't she'll still be the same ol' Amy.

I also like to think she had parents a long while before she met Sonic, and was even expecting a little sister, but a robot invasion happened from where she was and attacked her parents and instead of trying to save them, after getting hurt, she ran away, hoping that they'll come back okay. But they never did.

She was all alone, and needed someone, a friend, a new family, someone who will hold her hand, anyone, to be there for her. But she was ignored by lots, and at that point, she's better off by herself, but still longed for company.

Eventually though, her tarot cards told her her future hero, and there might be hope after all. She encountered Sonic, held onto the belief of the cards tight, and the rest is history.

So, with that headcanon in mind, not only did Amy loose her parents that she didn't save because of her cowardliness (she was only so little at the time that happened) and also Sonic, who she thought will be her only hope, but now gone.

She doesn't even care if he did come back, he'd probably hate her now after everything she did to him, always talking about their "future wedding" or forcing him to go to Twinkle Park.

For the last few months of the war, it was nothing but Amy mentally beating herself up for either refusing to change or moving on, and they are both not fine choices.

She loves Sonic, but he does not love her, and she finally, finally realized it. And it's probably for the best if no body loved her at all.

But of course Sonic did survive and all of her worries wash away in an instant, she's just not expressive about her love for Sonic AT ALL now, since she's still worried about it but rather not mention it to Sonic because it doesn't matter.

If Sonic doesn't love her, then her feelings don't matter to him, and according to Amy herself, that is okay.

But also, I'd like to think that Sonic was thinking about his friends a lot up in the Death Egg for the past months, sometimes it's Tails (worried for his safety), sometimes it's Shadow (because he's wondering why he would join Eggman.) At some point, for a few days, Amy was in his mind the longest, and he felt bad about how he thought he was rude and pushy to her.

He wondered if she's not thinking about it too much, and if she is, will she give up on him? Yeah, he doesn't feel the same and still not looking for a relationship, but it's so strange but interesting how anyone could ever like someone like Sonic the Hedgehog. Amy was never afraid to show that, and she probably might be now.

He couldn't help but feel guilty. They were kids when she was like this, but he was so... arrogant at the time too. Not a lot happened at the time yet. He'd always have trouble expressing how much he value his friends, until he shattered the Paradox Prism. (I'd like to think Prime took place before Forces. It makes sense.)

She is such a sweet girl, and he probably made her believe that he didn't care for her. Just because he doesn't feel the same, that doesn't mean he hates her at all.

He wished he never ran away from Amy... Worrying for his little bro and wishing to be a good person for Amy was when Sonic cried in the Death Egg for the first and only time.

Frontiers, in my opinion, is kind of confirming their dynamic now. Sonic is a lot more sincere and kinder to Amy and she is not all hyperactive and lovey to Sonic. There is probably a real reason for this now.

They are both hiding their feelings from them, and they are both unaware of this. Amy, hiding her mental issues from Sonic, and Sonic, hiding his guilt away from Amy.

None of those things are important now. Sonic is with Amy and Amy is with Sonic. They are here with each other. They can be finally be better for each other now.

They don't care if they'll ever be something more when they get older. None of that matters anymore. They are here with each other. They can be finally be better for each other now.

Maybe someday they'll both talk about it, but for now, the present is important. They care about each other too much to think about it right now.

It's the kind of love that is unbreakable. It doesn't even have to be romantic. It's just love. Love is important for everyone, in any form. It's something Sonic and his friends need. And especially Sonic and Amy.

Amy Rose is the living embodiment of love, and without her, a lot would go downhill for Sonic and co. Heck, if it weren't for her, Shadow wouldn't have never remembered Maria's promise, which lead him to save the world with Sonic, before he temporarily disappeared from their lives for a while.

She is always there to lend a helping hand for anybody, even bad guys like Metal Sonic, and despite what she had been through, both in Forces and headcanon wise, she still fights back, even without her hammer.

She will pick you back up on your feet, reminding you that you are important and that you are loved, and that you should never give up. It's pretty much the words of encouragement she herself needed also...

She is still the happy, hyper, butt-kicking hedgehog we all know and love, but she still need someone to pick her back up on her feet after so long. Thankfully, she has her friends and her blue hero. The hero who made her who she is today.

I think Amy has no idea how important she thought she is, but Sonic does. Sonic knows fully well how important she is to a lot of people. It's about time he returns the favor to her. It's his turn to remind her how much a lot of people love her.

How much he loves her.

And I feel like The Murder of Sonic the Hedgehog was the moment where their dynamic really shined, but also the starting point of their relationship not only healing, but also the next chapter of what's to come for them.

Everyone, friends old and new, gathered around for a special birthday. A birthday for the confident, unshakable, and radiant Amy Rose.

It was such a special moment in Amy's life. After years of chasing and following the people she look up to, she is part of the team, but most importantly, she is part of the family.

She is fully realized as someone more than just a fangirl, but someone strong, courageous, creative, kind and a big inspiration for others.

I feel like this moment here...

-is where Amy is eternally grateful to call her friends her family. A family she thought she'll never have again. She's not alone anymore, and as long as they're by her side, she'll never will be again.

Her chasing days are over. She's finally caught up to them. She's finally home.

And it's all thanks to Sonic.

If it weren't for him, she'd probably be alone forever. Her past moments with Sonic might be embarrassing to look back on for a while, but they are good memories regardless, because they involve him.

Sonic saved her life in more ways than one, and despite everything, he's grateful to have her too.

He cares about her. He really does... And in her eyes, that all she needed to know. As long as Sonic loves her in his own way, she'll be happy.

Amy hasn't given up on Sonic. As long as Amy always supports him, he'll be happy.

Maybe sometime in the future, they can talk about their problems, but that's a story for another time. At this point, they need to. Right now, they are happy. They are okay.

They are here for each other. They are finally better for each other now.

"You guys won't ever leave me, right?"

"Wouldn't dream of it."

[wildstar25]

G'raha looked so serious while he pleaded his case to venture into the World of Darkness with the Warrior of Light. The sudden conviction in his tone had Arsay at a loss for words. Still, she did not hesitate to meet his request with an accepting nod. He was an important friend and in the passing moon that they'd come to know each other, a strong fondness for him had taken hold of her. The prospect of helping G'raha find the truth behind his mysterious inheritance made Arsay's heart pound. It was the perfect venture for them to embark on. The first of many, she hoped. The two turned towards the impossibly tall spire that dared to pierce the heavens above. Arsay's resolve strengthened in its presence. When they next find themselves gazing at the tower -with their quest completed and the world no longer under threat of total destruction- she'll properly ask G'raha to be a companion in her travels. A grin crept its way onto her face as her gaze shifted to him. If Arsay could find it within herself to bare her heart to others so readily just as he does… perhaps their future adventures will find them together, hand in hand.

[camellcat]

I wonder if Scott's alpha teeth made him nervous even after he got used to them just Being A Thing Now. If, when he would catch the glint of red eyes staring back at him, he had to still an instinctive flinch and try not to think of all the people who have threatened to or almost ended his life with that same vibrant hue. If the feeling of blood under his claws, on his skin, in his hair and soaked into his clothes ever became normal, if it was ever something truly able to be numbed and ignored. If seeing his shadow with pointed ears and elongated claws and shredded shirts gave him day terrors like the Nogitsune never went away; a paranoia that everyone could see how fucking messed up (how scary) he was. If Scott ever truly moved on from feeling afraid of being a monster, of becoming a Monster. Not all monsters do monstrous things, but all Scott has ever seen is monsters who choose to act like their namesake.

If he continues to be cautious and aware of his teeth, of his eyes, of how blood is overwhelming and what it's like to be afraid --- because if he looses his humanity, his tie to slow healing and faulty lungs and what it feels like to be prey to somebody else, how will he be any different from the monsters that plague him?

Scott is the outlier, and he does not let his monstrous features define how he chooses to behave and who is chooses to be.

[legogender]

caught up finallyyyy. that shit was FIRE

[watchyourdigits]

I am re-reading Night Letter and am realizing I didn't do nearly enough research into scar tissue as I should have 💀 I spent hours researching lavender marriages and U.S. Army dog tags from the 1950s (as well as ranks and dismissals and such) instead of researching one of the defining characteristics of the main character, aka his severe facial scarring.

Anyway here I am retconning his scars - they are hypertrophic NOT keloid. That is entirely on me because I didn't know what the fuck the term was for it and assumed that if they were raised then they HAD to be keloids. I'm so sorry for this. Like deeply.

For those who don't know the difference, I don't recommend looking up pics unless you're okay with seeing mild medical g*re. Brief description of the aforementioned scar types:

Keloid: raised, shiny, firm & rubbery in texture with no distinct pattern. Caused by an excess of collagen deposits during the healing process. These scars invasively extend PAST the area of the original wound and do not regress over time. Hard to treat. Can form over months to years after an injury. More common in black folks and other melanated people who have a family history of keloid scarring.

Hypertrophic: raised, but not to the degree of keloids, and can also be different colors and usually have a distinct wavy pattern due to collagen deposits. Also caused by an excess of collagen, but not to the extent of keloids. These scars do NOT extend past the area of the original wound, typically do not recur, and CAN regress over time. Typically appear within a month of two of an injury and do not continue to progress (typically begin to regress actually).

I'm attaching an image below the cut comparing the two.

Left is keloid, right is hypertrophic. You'll see the difference. It's easy to confuse them because they're similar in depiction, but this is a good visual example of exactly HOW they are different. Raised scars =/= keloids!!! Do NOT be a fool like me!!!!

[whenthegoldrays]

sigh

[sableprince]

i really want to sit down and make a proper Real lore doc for these goobers and not just the paragraphs of shtuff from whatever-ago, but like....... (buries myself underneath the dirt) lazy!!!!!!!

[the-judicial-assistants-notebook]

y'know, I've been seeing a lot more posts talking about how fanfic, specifically, puts characters into boxes and takes away the nuance of them, and while I think that's an important discussion to have, I also find it quite perplexing? Like, these posts seem to come from people who don't even, or maybe very rarely, consume fics in the first place, and I say that because, if you do consume fics semi-regularly, you kind of learn? how to gage what the stories and characterisation are going to be like based on the tags and summary? Sometimes, you do have to step into the fic to figure it out, but it hardly takes very long to realise if it gels with you or not. Idk, it's not anything serious or important, but it does give me... "girl, what were you doing at the devil's sacrament" vibes, you know?

[hwsforeignrelations]

Everybody learns at their own pace everybody learns in their own time everybody everybody learns at the time best for them everybody-

[speakercrab666]

hugest fucking ick when people call trans and nonbinary people human instead of person. or man or woman.

like every reel with a nonbinary person the comments are all “what a beautiful human!” “this human is so cool” blah blah etc. we get it ur an ✨ally✨ thank u so so much for using the most obviously genderless word u possibly could just so we could all tell it was on purpose. instead of saying something normal like person.

and when they say it to trans men and women it just feels like an advanced version of that thing people will do where they call every trans person they see they/them even after being told they don’t use they/them pronouns. except now they can say “but she is a human!! i never said she wasn’t a woman!!!” like shut uuuuuuppp i’m trans not stupid just call me a slur already damn

[opens-up-4-nobody]

I desperately need to be a scene kid for Halloween this year