#writing thing

[eidolons-stuff]

Wednesday: "So then where is Enid going with Ajax?"

Yoko: "The night fair"

Thing: *signs* "Ajax, that whore"

[ara270904]

He wanted to be loved, to be seen, but the only way was the fame! But that didn't make him feel better. He changed everything about himself because that's what his father wanted, because maybe that way he could be.

But why did he feel hollow? Why did he feel empty despite all the attention? No one really knew him, the true self that was hidden and that even he doubted existed.

He wanted to be the perfect prince, the perfect hero, perfect son, perfect brother, perfect everything.

But everything was very difficult, his father overworked him more than he could handle, the public attention sometimes felt overwhelming, he probably wasn't a good older brother either. He wanted to believe he was the perfection his father wanted him to be, but deep down he knew he wasn't.

Why everything had to be this difficult?? As a child, he just wanted to have fun and be like any other child until his father started putting strange ideas in his head, his mother didn't really pay attention to him and his siblings started drifting away from him.

Destiny was cruel, He knew perfectly well what his younger sister wanted to do but he did not have or did not have the courage for a long time to defend himself or his siblings because of his own cowardice, for fear of ceasing to be perfect and consequently ceasing to be loved.

It in fact didn't work like that in the world but maybe in his dad's world it did work like that. He wanted to be the favorite son forever so he could have that love and affection forever.

But things don't always stay the same forever and in a moment everything could change and ruin everything for everyone or for just the one person affected specifically.

— Daring Charming.

(okay okay I tried to write something about Daring in an inspirational moment like midnight. Is it written in third person? I think. And I tried not to mention any names or descriptions of the characters, just pronouns idk why. I just had a creative writing impulse that doesn't happen often. You know what they say sometimes at midnight you come up with the best ideas.)

[eteledhasanaxe]

It's really long so uhm it's under the cut because yeah (I did this in fifteen minutes so it might not be that great? it was just for an rp starter so)

Beware, here be headcanons and stuff ig

🐏~~~~~~~~~🐏

Sylvester was wandering the museum late at night. He had stayed after closing so that he could observe the various artifacts that everyone during that school field trip would have immediately tried to take. He never really liked it, when he was trying to do his research and kids from around his age from a school he didn't go to suddenly appeared for a field trip. He was looking over an information panel for an item inside of a glass case, deep in thought.

I don't understand why people always act so immature. He thought to himself about the sophomores he saw earlier. Sure, it seems… fun. But they should be focusing on the tour! Even if it's a little boring to some, it's interesting. History is something people should focus on more.

He paused his reading and looked up, crossing his arms. His mind was filled with conflicting thoughts. It looked like those kids were having fun. He was supposed to be a sophomore, but he had skipped a few grades. His parents had never let him be with other kids his age, so he had always wondered what it was like. He usually pushed down that thought, but tonight… it felt different. It wasn't another night that he'd lie awake in bed all night thinking about it. He tried to focus on the artifact in front of him, but he just couldn't push it out of his mind.

He stood in silence for a few minutes, his mind wandering a little until he thought about his parents. His mother and father… they were always quite strict. He always told himself that it was for the best, that they did it because they loved him, but one night, that fateful night two years ago when he left home and never looked back… the memory haunted him. His mother was probably still worried about him. His father, on the other hand, had most likely forgotten about him… He always seemed to do that, even if they had only not talked for an hour. Sylvester has always prayed it was just dementia taking its toll, but after a while, he had noticed that the only thing he ever forgot was Sylvester's name.

Sylvester sighed and put his hands in his pockets, thinking out loud. "Maybe I'm just forgettable. I wouldn't be surprised if anyone would…" He stopped himself before his thoughts got dark and shook his head. "No, no. I can't say that. Other people need me. I'm a psychologist. I'm a therapist. I'm top of my class, I… I've done everything I ever needed to do. All that's left is to graduate from my senior year early, and I'm on my way to college." Sylvester forced himself to smile. "I'll get a degree… I'll get a good job, meet someone who would be logically a perfect match, and I'll-" He paused, his smile fading. "…Logical. That's the only thing I think about, isn't it?"

He started walking again down the empty halls of the museum, looking up at the artifacts and fossils scattered about the place. He stopped walking after hearing something and turned around. He hesitated to call out, the darkness intimidating him. "…Hello?"

[sonicboomseason3]

Sonic Boom - Theft

NOTE: Here you guys are, a random excerpt from the larger Sonic Boom Season 3 project I've been working on! If people like this one, then I'm down to share more in the future as well (but only occasionally because I don't want to clog up any of the tags). But yeah, I'm not usually someone who's super confident in my writing, but I genuinely did like how this one ended up, and I want to test the waters with this so. lol.

Some context for this: Shadow has a part-time job at Meh Burger. and it's a running bit for Sonic to have a shitty time every time he tries ordering from him, but people who have been on my blog long enough already know about that particular lore. Also, sometime before this, Meh Burger replaced all of their menus with thin slabs of steel with words etched into them due to Reasons. Don't worry about it. Smiles.

--

“Uh…” Sonic faltered when he noticed that Shadow’s expression was visibly stormier than it usually was. “You… okay?”

“Where are my gloves.”

“Come again?”

“Don’t play dumb with me, hedgehog,” Shadow snapped. He pointed an accusatory finger right between Sonic’s eyes, causing him to go cross-eyed. “I haven’t been able to find them since this morning, and so I’ve had no other choice but to wear a backup pair provided by Meh Burger. Where are they.”

It took Sonic another moment to register the words coming out of Shadow’s mouth. Indeed, the latter was wearing the standard white gloves that everyone else wore instead of those weird gauntlet things. Aside from the golden rings clamped around his wrists, Shadow’s whole look was suddenly looking very, very plain.

“I… don’t know?” Sonic slowly replied, pushing Shadow’s finger back towards its owner. “What makes you think I have anything to do with that?”

Shadow scoffed and crossed his arms, clearly not believing him. “Because you are the one who would gain the most out of stealing from me. You want my gloves to enhance your own gear, which will in turn make your battles more efficient.”

“Are you serious, Shadow? I don’t even know where to begin with any of that,” Sonic said, beginning to get annoyed at all the hoops Shadow was jumping through just to blame him for his personal problems. “One, if I really felt like upgrading anything, I would’ve just asked Tails instead of going through all that trouble. Two, I have a perfectly good pair of gloves that I’ve been wearing for years, and I have zero problems with them. No holes, no chafing, no nothin’. I don’t even see what makes your gloves so special.”

“Of course they’re special. They’re the only pair in existence, unlike your inferior ones.”

Sonic’s eye twitched. “Yeah, well, at least mine don’t make me look like I’m wearing a couple of toilet plungers on my hands.”

“What?”

Honestly, Sonic didn’t really think that Shadow’s gloves were that bad, but he had his limits to how much he would take lying down before dishing right back. While he was definitely getting better at the whole ‘ordering Meh Burger when Shadow was on his shift’ thing, there were still times when he lost his patience. This was one of those times.

“Hey, can you exchange insults somewhere else?” Dave, showing up out of nowhere to stand next to Shadow, whined. “I’m sick of doing overtime cleaning up after your fights.”

Sonic supposed he should feel some semblance of gratitude towards Dave for preventing the fistfight that had definitely been about to happen, but he was still too irritated at being falsely accused. “Dave, tell Shadow it makes no sense for me to steal his gloves.”

Dave turned to Shadow with an eyebrow raised. “Your gloves are missing?”

“Since this morning. And if it truly wasn’t Sonic who took them—”

“Dude, for the millionth time, it wasn’t.”

“—then I will hunt down this unknown thief if it’s the last thing I do,” Shadow finished, completely ignoring Sonic. “And they will pay for daring to steal from me.”

“Wow, it’d sure suck to be them then,” Dave yawned, raising a hand to cover his mouth. The other two immediately took notice of the fact that he had on a very familiar red, black, and white gauntlet. “Too bad I don’t know anything.”

Sonic stared at Dave’s hand shielding his yawn, and then stared at his other hand hanging by his side. Sure enough, there was Shadow’s other glove. “Seriously?”

“David,” Shadow ground out through clenched teeth as he reached for one of Meh Burger’s steel menus.

To Dave’s credit, he didn’t even flinch at the realization that he had been found out. Instead, he closed his eyes in acceptance right as Shadow smacked him in the side of the head with the menu, the CLANG resounding throughout the entire restaurant. He fell to the floor, out cold.

“What’s wrong with you, Shadow?” Sonic asked in exasperation. “You’ve been here with him for hours at this point. How in the heck did you not notice until now?”

Shadow didn’t reply, only gazing down at Dave’s unconscious form with open disdain. Something else in the corner of his eye caught his attention, and his scowl deepened. “Sonic,” he snarled, his mood worsening even more. “My air shoes are missing.”

“Come again?”

Shadow, growling like a wild animal and possessing more flexibility than a limp pool noodle, kicked his leg high up in the air and slammed it down on the counter for Sonic to see.

Thankfully, he had socks on, but Sonic still could have gone on with his life without the increased proximity to Shadow’s unshod foot. “Oh my god, dude, don’t—”

“I said my air shoes are missing,” Shadow repeated dangerously, his leg still resting on the counter. The counter where food was supposed to be served. “If you have something to do with this, say so now.”

Sonic threw his hands up in the air. “We’ve already proven I didn’t steal your gloves, so why would I steal your stupid shoes?! And again, how do you go around not noticing this stuff?!”

Shadow opened his mouth say something, but the sound of an evil laugh coming from above cut him off. They both looked up at the sky and saw Eggman hovering in the air… with some newly acquired footwear and not his Eggmobile. Sonic slapped a palm to his forehead as Shadow’s eyes narrowed into slits.

“There you are, Sonic! Behold, my greatest plan yet!” Eggman announced smugly, descending to the ground and striking a pose in front of his foe. He was trying to look cool, but the effect was slightly dimmed by how he was clearly in pain despite all his gusto. Of course he was, given that Shadow’s shoes were a few sizes smaller than his own. “I’ve figured out a way to match your speed, and now I can finally defeat you, thanks to my new roller skates! Don’t even try to stop me—”

“Trust me, I don’t have to,” Sonic sighed, hand running down his face.

“Wait, what?”

“They’re air shoes,”came three menacing words from right behind Eggman. Eggman barely had the chance to realize that Shadow had teleported from his spot at the counter before another CLANG even louder than the last one rang out. Down the street, a few villagers in their homes opened their windows, poking their heads out in confusion.

“This pathetic island is populated by trash and trash only,” Shadow sniffed. He threw the menu off to the side and bent down to take his shoes back. When he couldn’t remove them so easily, he growled again and resorted to yanking on them with so much force that Sonic was surprised that Eggman’s feet didn’t pop off with them. Putting them under one of his arms, he stomped back over to Dave’s body to do the same with his gloves. With all his gear now back in his hands, he glanced over his shoulder at Sonic. “I’m out of here. You can go get your swill elsewhere. Or starve. It makes no difference to me.”

He teleported away to who even knew where, leaving Meh Burger completely unmanned by anyone still lucid.

Sonic stood quietly for a second before looking down at Eggman, who was face down on the floor with his butt in the air, his toes red from being crammed into ill-fitting shoes, and his hands covering the rapidly forming bruise on the back of his head. “You okay, Egghead?”

“Mombot…” Eggman whimpered, dazed. “I want Mombot…”

“Yeah, I dunno how you thought that could’ve ended any other way, to be honest.”

[taterswithranch]

13... but cursed dragon tabi? the recent one--

two years late i promise i didn't forget HFDSKJSK

13. "Hey, just look at me. Breathe."

The dragon hadn't moved from the corner in three days. He didn't drink any of the water or eat any of the food Garcello brought for him. Any time the green-haired man would try to approach would be met with a series of hisses and distressed whimpers. As much as Garcello wanted to respect the dragon's boundaries, he knew the poor thing would die without any assistance.

He was proven right at four in the morning. It was the loud crack of thunder that woke him up. It was the shattering of glass that had him rushing out of bed and into the kitchen. Broken pieces of the vase were scattered along the floor. The water inside had spilled, and the flowers lay limp on the floor. The table shivered and shuddered, and upon closer inspection, Garcello's unusual guest was the cause.

The dragon lay huddled underneath, gripping one of the legs like a lifeline as his trembling shook the table. His eyes were squeezed shut, and his chest heavily rose and fell in rapid succession. Garcello's mind raced as he racked his memory of how to deal with these situations, trying to remember what one of his close friends had taught him.

First, Garcello rushed for the broom he kept in the closet. Removing the danger was his first priority. He swept the broken glass into the dustpan and threw it away, using a wet paper towel to wipe down any possible remaining fragments. Once the floor was cleaned, he slowly and quietly moved the chairs away, careful not to startle the dragon. Next, Garcello slowly crouched down to the dragon's eye level, making sure to keep a fair distance.

"Hey. Hey, look at me," Garcello requested in a quiet, calm voice. He gently tapped the wooden floorboards, and the dragon's head shot up. Bright yellow eyes pierced Garcello's toned greys. Garcello offered a kind smile and slowly offered a hand. The dragon flinched away. "It's okay. I'm not gonna hurt ya," Garcello reassured him. He sat himself on the floor, mindful to keep his distance.

Another flash of lightning followed by an erupting boom and crack. The sounds of a tree splintering and falling screamed outside along with the rain. The dragon yelped, muscles poised and tense as if preparing to run. His breath only shortened, coming in faster gasps. Garcello tapped the floor again to regain the dragon's attention.

"Hey, hey, look at me," Garcello repeated, never breaking eye contact. The dragon looked up at him with wide, scared eyes. "Hey, just look at me. Breathe." More lightning. The dragon flinched again, but he didn't look away. Garcello offered a reassuring smile. "Attaboy. Do you think you can breathe with me?" The dragon gave a small tilt of his head, displaying a subtle curiosity despite his terror.

Garcello inhaled slowly for three seconds, held his breath for three seconds, then breathed out for three seconds. He repeated the process a few more times, then gestured for the dragon to follow his lead. After a moment's hesitance, the dragon attempted to follow the breathing technique. His breath hiccuped and stuttered as he desperately tried to control his breathing. The first breath didn't even reach the full three seconds before he sputtered. The second breath was the same. The third was shaky, although the dragon managed to hold it for the full three seconds. Fourth. Fifth. By the sixth, the dragon's breath was consistent and stable.

Garcello sighed in relief for this small victory. "It's okay. You're safe here. I won't let anything hurt you." The dragon relaxed a little at his reassurance. With a soft whimper, the dragon took a few slow steps out of the table. Garcello held his breath, watching carefully as the dragon hesitantly crawled into his lap, curling up like a cat. Garcello huffed a small, relieved laugh and gently rested a hand on the dragon's back. The dragon flinched a little, but he relaxed with a soft whine, melting under the touch. While giving him a tender rub, Garcello asked quietly, "Do you have a name?"

The dragon looked up at him, and Garcello could see the cogs turning in the dragon's head, debating whether or not to respond. Then, in a small, timid voice, the dragon answered: "T-Tabi. It's Tabi."

"Tabi, huh?" Garcello smiled and carefully scooped Tabi up in his arms like a baby. Tabi squeaked in mild surprise and squirmed a little to readjust himself more comfortably. "Let's get you some food and water."

Tabi whimpered and nodded, snuggling into the man's warmth. Garcello walked into the kitchen to finally meet Tabi's needs.

[im-not-buying-it-ether]

Things I love: This is so horribly out of character, damn

Things I love: This is a beautiful testament to their character, holy heck

[zemkzone]

Prolly one of the craziest things about updating a book-sized fic every few weeks is "OMG, how will the readers take it when ____ happens?" I tend to write 3 chapters ahead of what I allow myself to post so I have a LOOOOOT of time to speculate. Bwahahah~

[haunted-by-sweaters]

Zero time to react. 

Everything had been calm until impact. A bright light filled his vision. And the noise. There was so much noise. Screaming? Something crunching with a sickening sound. Pain, so much pain it was impossible to tell its origin. It felt as if it started from the inside and worked its way out. Like water rippling across the surface. 

Water. 

Yes there was water. So much water. It was pressing down on him. Pressing against his ribs, filling his lungs. 

Chaos consumed him, growing more and more and more and more. And then… 

Nothing. 

Silence. 

He was floating in nothingness. There was no sound, there was no pain, no feeling. Nothing. The light had been snuffed out. He couldn’t even feel his own body. He had this vague sensation of floating. Of weightlessness. A deafening silence fell over him. But it was a reprieve from the noise. From the chaos, from the energy coming at all sides. 

Something grabbed him, and he suddenly became painfully aware of his body, and the noise returned, shocking him back into existence. 

He woke with a start, gasping for air, coughing water out of his lungs as he crawled up onto land. The contents of his stomach left a bitter taste in his mouth as he continued to throw up dark murky water out from his body. As he felt more solid land beneath him, he curled up on his side, shivering and wheezing, taking deep gulps of stale air. 

It took some time to steady himself. His ears were ringing and his heart was pounding in his chest. Once he got his breathing regular, he sat up and looked around, rubbing his eyes to focus on his surroundings. Wherever he was, it was dimly lit. He looked around for the source of the light, and to his surprise it was coming from a hole in the ground. It was a sizable hole a considerable distance away, blocked by large chunks of building that had fallen. He looked up, and noticed the ceiling had collapsed around him, concrete slabs barely holding themselves up, leaning heavily against the walls of what was left of what he assumed to be support beams. Behind him, where he had crawled out was a deep, murky puddle of water. 

He coughed once again, but nothing else had come up. A relief, despite the pain in his chest. That pool of water most likely saved his life as the room around him collapsed. That’s all he could conclude anyways. 

But how did he get here? He tried his best to remember the events that lead up to this very moment. But all he could remember was noise. Something breaking perhaps? Was it the walls around him that he heard? But where was he even? This place didn’t exactly look familiar. But then again who could recognize anything from this rubble? 

His best bet was to get out of this place and try to look around outside. 

As dim as it was inside, he could tell the integrity of this room was wavering. So he made no grand motions to get to the hole. He crawled on his hands and knees towards the exit. It was a slow, harrowing task, for every large movement caused debris to rumble down around him. Debris and rubble blocked the way, leaving only narrow bits of space around him, making him drag himself on his belly to peer over the edge. It felt like ages until he got to the hole. Several times he felt like giving up, but he would look to the light to motivate himself to go forward. He had to get out of here. 

The first thing he saw was an escalator. He wasn’t surprised because he had no idea what to expect when he peered through the hole. There was a sense of relief that it wasn’t just a sheer drop down into nothingness. But the escalator was still an entire floor below. Too far to simply drop down without risk of injury. Further injury. His whole body was still sore from whatever happened. 

Try as he might, he could not remember the events that lead to him waking up in this strange place. But he had no recollection. 

Nothing. 

Just a black void like the pool of water behind him. His temple throbbed as he tried to focus on the back. The pain was an awful reminder that he could not stay in this place for very long. He had to get out and get his bearings. 

The escalator was covered in vines. They twisted and turned around the mechanics, busting through the panels and reaching their way upwards towards the sky. The vines looked black from this distance, but as he leaned out the hole more, careful to brace himself against something solid, he noticed everything was covered in soot. It was unsettling to say the least, the way the black substance covered everything like the blanket of silence he woke from. 

The vines continued towards the ceiling, and ran across the edge of the hole. There was a rather large bundle wrapped around some rebar sticking out from the floor directly below him. If he could get a good grip on it, he could use it to lower himself down. But it was just out of reach. He would have to scoot closer, but he doubted the edge would hold his body. It was already raining clouds of dust and stone to the floor below. 

He looked around, and spotted a pipe sticking out from a column next to him. He held on to it tightly, as he scooted the rest of his body forward, his torso dangling upside down from the hole. Slowly, with shaking hands, he reached out for the vines. His fingers brushed up against the soft leaves, coloring the tips of his fingers black as they swiped off the ash. He held his breath as he reached once more, pushing himself forward as he managed to grab the bundle of vines. 

He sighed heavily in relief, closing his eyes to take a moment to recollect himself. There was no guarantee these vines would hold his weight, but he had no other choice. Putting his trust into this was all he had left. He gave the vines a good tug and held fast. Something told him he could do this. He had a feeling his body would allow him to do this, despite its current state. So he reached out with his other hand and leaned forward, letting his body fall out of the hole. 

It took a moment to reorient himself, but he managed to find himself right side up again, dangling from the ceiling by some vines. Somehow, this situation was even more ridiculous than how he woke up. He had not planned his next move but he knew he had to act quickly, he could feel the vines sagging under his weight. He worried if they fell, he’d take the ceiling down with him again. He grabbed the rebar sticking out, wincing as the edges of it dug into his palms. It felt much more sturdy, and he was able to hang there for a little longer despite the pain. He climbed across the bars to the other side, by outer wall until he could get his footing on the top of the window ledge. 

The moment he put his weight on it, the ledge crumbled and he fell hard onto the planter below it. The overgrown ferns softened his fall, but it still knocked the wind out of him. He laid there for a moment, to catch his breath and further examine his new surroundings. 

He still couldn’t recognize where he was, it looked like a large building of some sort. A mall perhaps? It’s desolate condition gave the possibility that it had been abandoned in the middle of its construction. There were no completed store fronts, just long twisting hallways. Maybe an accident that stopped its completion? A fire? Given the soot covering everything. But the state of the entire building told him things had been like this for a long time.

When he sat up again, he felt something wet trickle across the top of his lip. He wiped it with the back of his hand and looked down at it. Blood smeared across his skin and more drops of it fell onto his clothing. He reached up and pinched the top of his nose to staunch the bleeding. Perhaps behind one of these doors there could be something he could use to clean up, or if he was lucky, some dry clothes to change into. 

The bleeding had stopped by the time he reached the closest door. But his luck had quickly run out because the door stayed firmly in place. He jiggled the handle and even slammed up against it, but something must have fallen on the other side, keeping it shut. He cursed before trying the other door. 

But before he could cross the hall, he looked over the edge and spotted something highly unusual. 

There was a person on the bottom floor. They seemed to have not noticed him despite all the noise he was making. He wondered if he should call out to them, or hide. 

Perhaps, if he got closer, he could decide his next course of action. 

The person was completely transfixed on something in the water, and was moving almost in slow motion towards whatever they were looking at. Their pace was unsettling. 

He managed to get to the second floor before he realized the other person looked completely untouched by their surroundings. In fact, they looked like they had just woken up not that long ago. They were even still in their pajamas. 

Just as this person was enchanted by whatever was in the water, he found himself focused on the person. The other person was kneeling in the water, one hand reaching out to something he couldn’t see from here. A sense of familiarity washed over him and he called out a name before he could stop himself. 

“Aries?”

[plaudiusplants]

A very important note for anyone who is injured and needs to ride a horse to get somewhere safe!: trotting is not your friend. Trotting is not your friend. Trotting is not your friend!! The trot is a very bouncy gait and if you don't know how to move with the horse or if you are too injured to be jolted you should not be trotting!! But Plaudius, you say, this character needs desperate medical care, I can't just have them walk when they're about to bleed out! This, my friend, is why there is a canter! The canter is a three-beat gait that goes much more smoothly than the trot, and if you're doing it right, it feels exactly like sitting in a rocking chair but if it was a horse instead. Lovely and fast and smooth all at the same time, I would not consider it unfeasible to carry a wounded partner lover friend while riding desperately to safety at a canter

[im-just-kinda-here-k]

Nobody noticed what had happened to you when you escaped that forsaken place, to everyone else, even her family, (how could even they not tell?) She were the same as ever. Quite shaken by what she went through but still alright.

But deep down you know she is still in there, lost and looking for you. You can keep her memories neatly filed away, speak to her friends as if she's still there and feel all her feelings like you're her... But this isn't right. She is supposed to do the feeling and the talking and the remembering! You're only supposed to tell her when to eat or sleep, you exist to propel her to where she wishes to go, and sense what she wishes to experience.

You need to get her back you need to find her neither are supposed to exist alone.

You're going back into that hell, and you're going to find her no matter what.

[chillychive]

OBSESSED with weird bonding things. Those little things that someone close to you does that you don’t realize are a weird way of them showing their love.

Bonus points if it’s an established relationship and someone else clarifies it that that’s a show of affection and it changes EVERYTHING. Because now what was just a mildly odd quirk you finally see was them saying ily ily ily.

Bonus points if it has something to do with them being a hybrid or having animalistic characteristics.

Bonus points if they’ve been doing it the whole time you’ve known them, so you have no idea that it’s special and not just the way they are with everyone. Bonus points if that’s the confession. They’ve been saying I love you forever, but you just didn’t know it yet.

Bonus points if it’s not a romantic relationship.

[hoodiehydra]

just a fun writing thing

literally there’s no prompt it’s just a drabble at 12 in the morning

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“Damn it…”

Hunched against the intricately twisted metal of the balcony barriers of his office, with the grey sky of the city leaving the city shrouded in a thick cloud of cold and fog. Cars honked below him, the traffic looking worse as the minutes rolled by.

Peak hour mornings, right?

He sighed, reaching into his pocket, fishing out a small pack of something. Cigarettes. And a lighter. Swift as ever, he ripped open the plastic layer of the box and gripped onto the first cigarette he touched and slipped it into his parted lips. In the other pocket, he pulled out a plastic lighter, black and cheap as ever, like those you’d get for those small birthday parties. A simple, black lighter, and he flicked open the switch, lighting the flame, like he had done for the past years of his life. Pack after pack, he was more than experienced with lighters, of course. Sucking in a deep breath, the thick and heavy smoke filling his lungs, the familiar feeling finally making him feel… at ease. Like his craving was finally satisfied, as he exhaled, puffing out the same smoke into the dense, chilly air.

“Hey.”

He whipped his head around, and saw her. Her. With the same classic silver leather jacket, and grey Converse shoes, sleek black hair tied into a tight and high ponytail.

He raised an eyebrow at her, making a small, confused hum at her greeting.

She chuckled, taking a cigarette from the pack still in his hand, slipping it into her mouth as well.

“Mind helping me out?”

She glanced at him, pointing to his lighter and making a few clicking sounds with her tongue. It was clear what she wanted, but she still did a small gesture with her hand, pretending she was lighting the lighter as she leaned against the barrier, back pressed against it as she faced him.

He chuckled, shaking his head, taking the cigarette out of his mouth, bringing it near her face. She could smell the pungent stench of the cigarette near her face, but she didn’t flinch at all.

He raised his cigarette to hers, that was still in her mouth, and pressed the incinerating side of it to hers, letting hers turn to ash, it burning and greying as it turned to dusty ash in the wind.

Her eyes widened slightly, a little surprised by his unique way of lighting it for her, but she still shrugged, inhaling the smoke into her lungs with a sense of satisfaction.

“Thanks.”

She nodded, placing a chaste kiss on his cheek before turning back and looking out the balcony, watching the city in the morning.

“I like the grey view.”

She muttered, just for him to hear, her gaze stuck on the city as she exhaled out the smoke.

“Yeah, me too.”

He nodded, staring at…

Her.

[sonicboomseason3]

🪿💥🥞 , Sonic and Tails?

ask game: send me AT LEAST 3 emojis (the more random the better) and AT LEAST 2 characters from sonic boom and i’ll come up with a little drabble in response!

"Sonic!"

Lying on one of the lounge chairs in front of his shack, Sonic looks up from his pancakes at the sound of Tails' voice and promptly spots him running towards him. "'Sup?" he asks as the fox skids to a stop in front of him.

"Behold, the Explodinator 5000!" Tails announces, brandishing his newest creation in his hand. It appears to be some kind of mechanical headband, complete with an antenna protruding from the top. "By putting this on, the wearer can make any desired target explode."

"Huh." Sonic looks back down at his pancakes. "Explode, like BOOM?" He tries to stab his downright stale pancakes with his plastic fork and lets out a frustrated sigh when he only succeeds in bending the tines.

"Explode, like BOOM! Do you have any idea how much this will help us in our battles with Eggman? I can just point this at his robots and reduce them to smithereens!" Tails finally takes his eyes off of the Explodinator 5000 to look at Sonic. "It isn't limited to just his robots either—Sonic, what is that."

"Pancakes," Sonic replies blandly, gesturing towards his plate in much the same way as Tails was doing moments ago with his invention. "Meh Pancakes, actually. Meh Burger's experimenting with the idea of a breakfast menu, and—"

"I'm talking about the giant bird."

"Oh." Sonic glances over at his other lounge chair, which is currently occupied by a giant white goose. "His name's Bruce. Bruce, meet Tails. Tails, meet Bruce."

"Hi," Tails greets stiffly.

Bruce honks.

Sonic begins to explain, "Bruce wandered into my shack this morning and climbed on top of me and woke me up with his goose noises—by the way, not the best way to start the day, don't really recommend it—and I couldn't chase him out, so..." He makes eye contact with Bruce and reaches over to scratch his head like one would do to a dog. "He's my pet now, I guess. Or at least he is until he decides to leave, whenever that'll be."

"And you're sure this isn't gonna just be another Buster incident?"

"Buster was a robot that shot slime. Bruce is a real goose. Trust me, I checked already."

"I don't think I wanna know how you did that, but that's good at least." Tails can't help but wince a little when Bruce honks again. "Just... make sure you know how to take care of him."

"Pretty sure he's wild, so he should know how to take care of himself—Hands off." When Bruce suddenly leans forward and tries to take a bite of Meh Pancakes, Sonic pushes him away a little more roughly than necessary. "They're mine. And believe me when I say you're really better off never having these."

Bruce's responding honk sounds downright enraged at being refused subpar breakfast food, but Tails is ready to dismiss it as simply his imagination... until Bruce suddenly lunges for him. He yelps and instinctively holds his hands out in front of him to protect himself, but instead of attacking him, Bruce snatches the Explodinator 5000 out of his grasp with his beak. Before either hero can digest what is unfolding, the goose tosses the headband into the air, and it lands squarely on his head.

"What the—" Still holding his pancakes, Sonic rolls out of his lounge chair in the nick of time. He barely registers the tiny explosion that goes off right above him, only fully realizing what's happening when he feels the charred bits of the back of his lounge chair rain down on him.

"Sonic, he's trying to explode you with his mind!" Tails says, horrified. "I really think you should give him the—"

Sonic leaps to his feet, still keeping a tight clutch on those accursed pancakes. "Bruce the Goose, you put that dangerous thing down right now!" Honestly, he sounds more like he's trying to get a small dog to spit something out and less like he's defending himself from a wild bird out for his blood. "I said put it down!"

Bruce honks, and Sonic dodges three more explosion attempts within the next five seconds.

"Pets," he grumbles at Tails. "Word of advice: If you ever think about getting a pet yourself, get a gerbil or something."

And then he dashes off. With the pancakes.

Bruce honks the loudest honk he's honked so far and takes to the skies to give chase, leaving Tails by his lonesome.

Tails stands silently for a moment before sighing wearily and pulling his notepad and pencil out. Flipping to the appropriate page, he quickly skims the notes he already has written. "'Explodinator 5000 - Status: Complete. Testing: Successful. Field Results:—'" He jots down the most recent update. "'—Stolen by a goose determined to cause a Sonic BOOM.' Huh. Wonder when I'll learn my lesson to not invent things that'll endanger my friends."

He ponders that thought for a moment before shrugging.

"Oh well, back to the workshop. Been meaning to work on that one invention that throws knives at everything within three feet of it anyway."

[taterswithranch]

i updated this lmao

[zemkzone]

MEEEEEP!

So, I haven't scrolled down my A03 profile in a while coz I only ever need to get at the Inbox and the most recent listed fics to update em usually... but it seemed faster to check a chapter deet here than on my Dropbox this morning, and WTH, I dunno if I wanna backflip or smack myself or did I just bluescreen coz When Lightning Hits Ice apparently hit 1k kudos while I wasn't looking?