#was i scared? idk but i sure was feeling something

[limethefirst]

Now that reader and maria has an interaction imagine if Reader dies instead of maria? Like they saved her and dies in the process? Idk if they still will do the whole destroy the world thing or not but it would be cool tho (like dr. Gerald start to see reader as his own grandchild)

Die with a Smile

pairings: Shadow the Hedgehog x reader x Maria Robotnik (platonic)

warnings: Sonic 3 spoilers, character death

summary: while trying to escape the GUN Base you and Maria are almost caught by the guards, realizing you won’t make it

a/n: I think if Maria survived she wouldn’t want to destroy the world, nor would Gerald (to an extent cause Maria wouldn’t want him to do that) but he would definitely want some type of revenge, same with Shadow but we won’t go that far into it, it’ll be just the basics of what happened that day you died instead, tysm for the request I’m not really good at writing angst but I tried🥲

Quiet. The day started off quiet. Although you sensed something was off, maybe it was the feeling of urgency you felt or the feeling that you should cherish these next hours to come.

Whatever it was you brushed it off, but thinking back on it now, you should’ve paid attention to the signs.

You, Maria and Shadow all sat on the floor, your faces fixed on the small television that Maria had in her room, it played a random movie that you weren’t too interested in. Suddenly you heard an alarm blaring, it seemed like the other heard it to as they both looked towards each other then to you.

“What’s going on?” Maria shouted, expression extremely worried. You shook your head, your hands covering your ears trying to block out the loud noise.

As you three sat there confused, the door to Maria’s room opened “Kids! We have to go!” Dr Gerald yelled at you three, ushering you each out and pointing down the corridor. Shadow held onto your left hand as Maria held onto your right and her grandfathers left.

The four of you ran as fast as you could, Maria still trying to find out what was wrong but her pleads for answers falling onto deaf ears.

As you ran, you took a quick glance, noticing the amount of guards running after you, their guns raised, ready to shoot down children.

Your grip on Shadows hand tightened, you didn’t want to die, you wanted to live with your friends; you were so scared, the fact that not only you would have to suffer this fate but also your friends.

After a bit of running you’d almost made it out, you saw the exit was near, but then you’d heard it, “Don’t shoot, they’re kids!” You turned back and saw it, the gun aiming at you guys, but then it was pushed. It was pushed towards one of the radioactive containers that you knew was unstable.

Things were racing through your mind, the hope that maybe you would all survive, the dread that dawned as you realized you wouldn’t, but maybe, at least you could ensure your friends would survive.

Before the others noticed what was happening, you pushed Shadow behind you, and then you turned your body and hugged Maria, using yourself as a shield.

And then, you smiled. It was short and small, but you smiled. You made sure both Maria and Shadow were covered by you, the majority of the blast only attacking you.

They say when you die your brain replays your best memories for the next 7 minutes. You’d always wondered if that was true, you guess now you’d really find out. You hope it’s true though, because you just wanted to see your friends one last time.

Your body was getting colder, the three no longer running for the exit, instead they stood there shocked, seeing what you’d become.

Maria was the first to try and wake you, her shoulders shaking, she was crying. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Gerald was next to get down, he was checking for any signs of life, there was nothing.

Then there was Shadow, he stood there unsure what to do, before he fell to his knees. His eyes were wide as he just stared, seeing how even in death you could smile, it was so bitter for him.

The guards didn’t give them time to mourn though, as they dragged the three of them away, putting cuffs on Maria and Gerald. Shadow was treated harsher, he screamed your name a few times as they used a taser to forcefully push him into his container.

He tried to get a look at you, he tried to find Maria and Gerald but he just couldn’t, they took you from them, and now they were going to let you lay there all alone. Any of the warmth your body had was gone.

It was no longer a quiet day, it became a day full of sorrow and despair. A day that changed the lives of people, but one thing was set in stone. That you would be avenged one day, no matter how long it would take.

[sillystarwrites]

Artist’s Muse | MW Daisuke x Reader

A/N: first one shot gang, wish me luck because I am scared.

Summary: Daisuke hasn’t been heard from all day. Worried, reader goes to his quarters and finds out what he’s really up to.

Type: Anya’s intern reader, gender neutral, Fluff/platonic, idk man just read it blehhh

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It was quiet. Too quiet. Something was up. Ever since you woke up, and gotten to work in the medbay, something was missing.

Daisuke.

He always poked his head in the room at some point, cracking a joke or giving you and Anya some doodles from his work with Swansea, which you both put up on the board. (Yimpy was your favorite, by the way!) You’d been working for hours, organizing and helping Anya, occasionally going around the ship to help Swansea, since the engineer’s intern was holed up in his quarters. 

As of right now, you were just in Utility, taking a break from your intern duties with Anya.

“So…have you heard from Daisuke at all? I haven’t seen him all day.” You started conversation awkwardly, figuring Swansea might know.

“Nope, haven’t seen the kid either. I tried yanking him from his room, but he was working on something. Didn’t even let me in.” Swansea groused, grabbing a wrench from his toolbox as he tightened the bolts on the cryopods, “Can’t help but admit I am a bit worried, the kid doesn’t pull stunts like this often, or at all to be honest.”

“I mean, I could check on him. I’m technically his best friend, right?” you suggested.

“Y’know…I suppose that could work. My next bet was waiting it out, but I’ll send ya down there. Thanks, kid” he spoke, the gratefulness evident.

“Anytime, Mr. Swansea!” you grinned, your feet swiftly carrying you from the utility room, down the metal halls and to the crew’s quarters. You approached his door, “Daisuke” written in dark pink lettering, with doodles of hibiscus flowers around his name. You raised your hand, your fist rapping against the door softly.

“Daisuke, are you in there? Can I come in?” you asked carefully, worried. Something was wrong. It had to be.

“Don’t- don’t come in! I’m busy.” he responded meekly, a hint of nervousness in his voice, “Besides uh- I’m- whatever, just go away.”

“I’m not gonna go away until you either let me in or tell me what’s going on. You’re worrying Swansea and I, as well as everyone else, I’m sure.” you insisted, the concern eating you alive, “You know these doors don’t lock, the only thing stopping me from coming in is the fact you’re responding.”

“Come on, (y/n), it’s really better if you just go, I’ll be done in a bit!” he fought back.

“Daisuke, please, you’re scaring me. I haven’t heard from you all day. I can tell something’s up.” you could hear shuffling from in the room, pens and pencils clicking against the wood of his desk. Your hand gripped the metal knob, turning it slowly.

“Wait, wait, wait!” Daisuke ran up to the door, closing it before you could open it as papers rustled.

It was a few moments before it flung open, the wind slightly pushing your hair back as you were greeted with him brightly smiling self. Before you could even speak, Daisuke spoke over you.

“Here! I’ve been working like, all day on this, so I hope you like it!” He smiled, handing you the paper.

You looked down and…it was a drawing of you. You knew he was good at art but…this was on a different level.

“This is so good!” You gushed, careful not to crumple the paper with excitement, “Swansea’s gonna be absolutely pissed but y’know, it seems worth it, right?” you chuckled, hugging him, still tenderly handling the masterpiece.

“Oh wow, I didn’t expect you to get this excited, but thanks, (y/n). Thanks a lot.” he hugged back, relishing the feeling of you in his arms. 

“Still, you should probably go to Swansea before he chews you out for 12 hours.” you pulled back, smiling still, a fuzzy feeling on your cheeks, “I’ll put this in my room immediately, though, it means a lot!”

“Fine, fine, see ya (y/n)!” He waved, jogging off to Utility. May he rest in peace.

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A/N: sorry if this was short, I don’t write one shots that often, but lemme cook!1!1!1!1!1! 😋

[babybenn]

It's just an idea I have in my head and I'm really lazy to do anything with it but what if there were a clone that was made out of Erik's and charles dna and they would have there powers combined so tgey have to co parent Idk it might be dumb but you can use it of you like for your fanfiction

Omg that sounds so much like Onslaught !!

Okay so I could totally imagine Erik having a mission with the Brotherhood to destroy a lab and in one of those labs he would find a child, barely older than 6, huddled against the back wall, covering his ears because he can hear everyone’s thoughts.

The child would have Erik’s hair, nose or lips and would have Charles’ eyes and kind smile.

Erik recognizes these eyes directly and think that the child might be Charles’ and that he had been abducted or something and he takes the child with him (the child wouldn’t show resistance because Erik is the only silent mind around him bc of the helmet and it makes me feel better).

Once he arrives at the Mansion, he goes to Charles who is in his office, and is mad to see that Charles doesn’t seem bothered by the disappearance of his child, so he screams at him but Charles is like “Wtf, what kid ?”

Then Charles sees the child and goes in Professor mode, making sure the kid is safe and not scared. After he realizes the child is also a telepath, and a powerful one, them asks him if they have a name, to which the child answers no.

They both get super worried but the child goes around Charles’ office and touches everything, since it’s his first time out of the lab.

Charles then realizes the ressemblance between the kid and Erik and asks who is the mother, to which Erik’s like “well YOU should know” and after arguing they arrive to the conclusion that the kid looks definitely like the both of them.

But they are sure of it the minute they walk into Hank’s lab to ask for a blood test because the child destroyed absolutely everything inside of it, using his metalokinesie that he inherited from Erik.

They both decides that the child must stay at the school, where he will be safe and sound, but Erik can’t leave. He wants to. He needs to. But he can’t. So after talking to Mystique, he decides to stay with the child. Just for a week. Just to help Charles and make sure no one will come for the child.

After a month, it’s clear of every inhabitant of the school that both Erik and the child are here to stay. And every time someone tries to talk about their concerns to Charles, he just says that the child deserves to have both of their fathers in their life.

Okay maybe I went to far lmao, but here’s what I would write with this idea !! Hope you like it <3

[luvvictoria]

Falling Again

( ♡ ) pairing : Megumi x fem!reader ( ♡ ) warning : f!reader, NOT PROOF READ , kinda cringe, age gap , idk bro ( ♡ ) a/n ✏️ :

It all started at Jujutsu High, where Megumi Fushiguro, stoic and often quiet, never paid much attention to the people around him. His world was always filled with missions, curses, and responsibilities. But everything changed when you arrived — new, mysterious, and unlike anyone he had met before.

You, 15 years old, stood out in the crowd. With your [color] skin, [color] hair that flowed down your back, and you carried yourself with a quiet confidence, but it was your soft, kind [color] eyes that Megumi couldn’t look away from.

At first, he tried to ignore you. He didn’t have time for distractions, and falling for someone was never part of his plan. Yet, every time he saw you, whether practicing quietly in the training yard or studying alone under the shade of a tree, he felt something stir inside him. Your kindness and the way you treated everyone, even strangers, with such gentleness made him feel things he hadn’t felt in a long time.

One afternoon, as you sat alone reading, Megumi found himself walking over to you, though he wasn’t entirely sure why. You exchanged a few awkward words at first, but over time, your conversations grew more comfortable. You had a way of making Megumi feel like he didn’t have to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders, if only for a moment.

As the weeks went by, Megumi and you became closer. You had a warmth that thawed the coldness he usually kept around his heart, and he found himself slowly falling for you. It wasn’t anything dramatic—there were no grand confessions or fiery moments of passion. Instead, it was in the small things—the way your hands would accidentally brush, the way you’d look at him when he wasn’t paying attention, or how you’d offer him a smile whenever he seemed too serious.

For you, Megumi was different from anyone you had ever met. He was quiet and reserved, but you saw the way he cared deeply for his friends and for you, even though he rarely showed it with words. You admired his strength and found yourself drawn to the mystery behind his intense dark blue eyes.

One evening, after a long day of training, you sat together on the rooftop, watching the sunset. The world was calm, but inside, Megumi’s heart raced as he glanced at you beside him, you [color] hair glowing in the fading light. The words to express how he felt were stuck in his throat, but the way you leaned your head against his shoulder told him you understood without him having to say anything.

Despite your deepening connection, Megumi couldn’t shake the fear that came with caring for someone. His life was dangerous, filled with uncertainty and battles against curses. The closer he got to you, the more he worried that you would be caught in the crossfire. It scared him, and the weight of his emotions threatened to drown him.

As the days went by, Megumi started pulling away, creating distance between them. You noticed his coldness but didn’t understand why. You had given him your heart, and now it felt like he was pushing you away. It hurt more than you wanted to admit.

One night, after weeks of silence, you found Megumi standing alone in the courtyard, lost in thought. With courage in your heart and tears threatening to spill from your eyes, you approached him.

"Why are you avoiding me?" you asked softly, your voice breaking the stillness of the night.

Megumi clenched his fists, his jaw tight. He didn’t want to hurt you, but he didn’t know how to protect you from the danger his life held.

“I can’t… be close to you,” he whispered, not meeting your eyes. “I don’t want you to get hurt.”

You stepped closer, your black eyes searching his. “But I’m already hurt, Megumi… I’m hurt because you won’t let me in.”

For the first time, Megumi let himself feel the full weight of his emotions. He realized that in trying to protect you, he had caused you more pain. His heart ached, but he wasn’t sure if he could give you the love you deserved.

Your voice trembled as you spoke again, “I don’t care about the danger. I care about you.”

In that moment, Megumi finally looked at you, really looked at you, and saw the pain in your eyes. It mirrored the pain in his own heart. Without thinking, he closed the distance between you and pulled you into his arms. For a long time, you stood there, holding each other as the world seemed to fall away.

“I’m sorry,” Megumi whispered, his voice breaking. “I’m sorry for pushing you away.”

You buried your face in his chest, your tears falling freely now. “Don’t leave me again,” you murmured, your hands clutching his shirt.

“I won’t,” he promised, his voice barely audible, but filled with emotion.

For the first time in a long while, Megumi allowed himself to feel—really feel. It scared him, but he knew that you were worth the fear, worth the risk.

As you stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, the night felt endless, and for a moment, all the pain and fear seemed to fade away. You knew your journey together wouldn’t be easy, but for now, you had this—again, you found each other.

And that was enough.

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[genderqueerdykes]

i know this isn't exactly what you usually talk about but i need to ask somewhere and you seem really safe and kind about stuff.

I'm struggling to work out if i 'count' as physically disabled - because like most of my problems (fatigue, joint pains, weakness) are Not That Bad™️ and most of them would probably get a lot better if not go away completely if i did things like eat better and sleep properly and exercise more but between the aforementioned fatigue and pain and the autism and the having a 9-5 job and so on it makes it practically impossible to do those things anyway. Like yeah my weak ass legs would probably be better if i did exercise but i dont have the time or the energy.

But then also Something Is Up like i had back pain at age 5 - that's not normal. Nobody ever diagnosed it as anything i just went to a chiro a few times and got some stretches i rarely did because a) i was a kid and b) the stretches either didnt do anything at all, or were literally impossible. Like there were a few that were completely trivial and i could do to the maximum extension of healthy joints unless i was otherwise injured, and others where i physically couldn't reach the starting position - not even always because of pain but just because my joints physically didnt move that far. (I try to do the ones i can still at least sometimes but i've forgotten the ones that were physically impossible) So like there has to be Something up - a 5 year old does not get back pain for lifestyle reasons.

Idk. this is getting ramble-y i think but i just don't know what i feel and I'm so shit scared of doctors (for no good reason, they're just very stressful environments) that i haven't ever brought any of it up as an adult and so there hasn't been any attempt to do anything about it anyway but also i'll probably just get told to stretch and exercise anyway and as discussed that isn't always an option.

I read a fair bit of physical disability stuff and i sometimes reblog or engage with it a little bit if it's like 'oof ouch my back' or whatever that i relate to really obviously, but idk if I'm allowed to be in those spaces more obviously or what i should do about any of it either.

(ow. my hands hurt from holding my phone to type all that. that's getting worse too. not sure what's up with that...)

hello there!

generally i'd say that if you're experiencing joint pain, especially right as you begin standing on your feet and weakness, there's a very good chance there's an underlying issue. that's enough to say that you're physically disabled, as it's impacting your ability to work, stand on your feet, and so on. it's up to an individual to decide whether or not they feel disabled by their aches, pains and so on

definitely try to avoid chiropractors moving forward- most of what they do is nebulously helpful at best and damaging at worst. if you are able to do so, seeing a rheumatologist, orthopedist, physical therapist or kinesiologist. you may be able to speak to a pain management specialist in your area if that's necessary. you can get referrals to these types of specialists and appointments through your doctor.

best of luck in figuring out what's going on. i would say it sounds like that's disabling for you. i hope you're able to get some help for that so you can have an easier time. take care for now, stay safe

[dravidious]

I think you're quite cool y'know

I have this maybe-not-exactly-fear of really big stuff. Like, the thought of a colossal Thing looming over me is like. idk. makes me uneasy? I don't know the feeling exactly but whatever it inspired a magic card. I sure hope tumblr doesn't make the image way bigger than it needs to be!

[teaboot]

tranny freak :)

[mipexch]

been thinking about something wicked a little too much lately. no harm in romanticizing the ominous dreadful unstoppable force

[ourflagmeansgayrights]

ngl the "im white so i dont talk abt any characters' race ever bc im afraid of accidentally saying something racist" approach to fandom is like. very weak. imo.

like first of all: i get that "i dont incorporate race into my media analysis because i'm afraid of messing up" comes from a different place than "i don't incorporate race into my media analysis because I Don't See Race 😊 there is only The Human Race." but it has the same functional effect, right? that effect being that your analysis of [INSERT MEDIA HERE] ignores the very real way that race impacts people.

second of all: it feels kinda lazy! like ur saying "i dont know enough abt race to feel comfortable commenting on how race affects this show and i dont care enough to learn." the only way to become more comfortable discussing race is to actually practice discussing race. but when i see people saying this it feels like they're saying "i'm white, which means i don't know how to talk about race, and i don't have to know how to talk about race, and i don't ever have to know how to talk about race, so i'm choosing to never learn how to talk about race."

third of all: just because you don't openly talk about race doesn't mean you're any less likely to accidentally say or do something racist. implicit biases run deep, y'all. it's probably already there in your interpretation of the show. but the "i don't want to accidentally say something racist" implies that you are positive that your interpretation of the show isn't racist. and i'm not saying you're wrong. but i'm saying that if a person of color tells you that something you said about [INSERT MEDIA HERE] was racist, you better be prepared to actually listen and not just brush them off because "i can't be racist! i purposefully never talk about race just to make sure i'm not racist!"

which brings me to my final point: if you do accidentally say something racist... literally just apologize. if someone says you've been doing something racist, apologize and stop doing that thing. it's literally not that hard. i've done it. i've seen other people do it. "i'm scared of being called racist!" is such a weak excuse im tired of it. getting called racist is not the end of the fucking world. calm the fuck down and grow a spine. jesus.

[wammypilled]

Mello and Misa on a one mofu open sleigh, the bimbo sleigh if you will

[glitteringdepths]

had some brainworms about transfem furina.... can anyone hear me.

i feel like this would have really interesting implications in her story, much as she loves acting, but struggles with it due to the 500 years she spent being forced to act, would being a woman be the same for her? she doesn't know where the act ends and where her actual identity begins. is she a woman because she wants to be, or just because she had to be one. even if she enjoys it more than the alternative, does she actually enjoy it? or is it just because she was one for so long that she enjoys it?

i can imagine that focalors likely didnt care much about her identity/presentation as archons have been shown to be able to change their forms at will basically, but furina is the human counterpart of focalors. she doesn't have that ability to change herself just like that. i imagine gender identity would be much more important to a human, especially one that must keep up an act at all times, than a god, and thus something that would affect her. something she would think about. a lot.

maybe post-prophecy, she would experiment. figure out if femininity is in fact something she wants. maybe she would try to go back to being "cis" and then realize it wasn't right for her. and i imagine that she would flourish more being able to properly express her femininity rather than doing it just because it was apart of the role.

[guinevereslancelot]

starting to kind of date someone right before christmas is so stressful fr. do i get him a gift or what we've been on two dates but i'm seeing him tonight n it's christmas eve.....but what if he didn't get me anything then it will be weird.....

[luck-of-the-drawings]

when i was in highschool one o my biggest coping mechanisms was drawing all the kids i hated getting killed and eaten and killed. and well. time is a slowly ascending spiral. you will find patterns.(i work as a blackjack dealer. gamblers are FASCINATING

[codecicle]

Congratulations on figuring out there are multiple people in your brain btw. I saw a while ago you posting about it being unsure so, YAY YOU FIGURED IT OUT!! LETSGOOOO!!! HELLO CHARLIE AND OTHER CODECICLE ALTERS!!!! YAAAYYYY!!!!!

FIGURED IT OUT!!! It really is crazy I didn't figure it out sooner, but I just assumed I was weird and didn't talk to anybody about it. Made a joke about it after multiple years of hiding it from everyone (and myself) and got told by multiple people "Hey yeah you're not normal go research stop feeling scared" and I did and now I'm friends with the people in my brain 🔥🔥 huge wins all around! LETSGOOO WOOOOOOOO CHEERING YAAAY!! Everyone rattling around up here says hi back!!!

[justalittlebluetiefling]

I do think the hardest part about actually writing a whole novel for the first time is having to constantly remind myself that first drafts are allowed to suck. They are not meant to be perfect. They're allowed to be filled with half thoughts where you need to go back later because you can't figure out what you need to fix until there are words on a page. Like, allowing myself to feel like I am bad at something and still continuing to push might be the biggest way I've grown in my entire life.