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ghostface3100 · 1 year

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My little Dove, why do you cry?

Pt.1 Pt.2

They had just gotten back from a mission invading what was an Loa hideout, and Damien and Jason aren’t… acting like themselves. Ok maybe it would be better to explain.

They had just invaded an loa base that they have no idea how long was in Gotham before they had found it. When they had entered the pit room, and whatever they were expecting it wasn’t…this, Ras al ghul (or what’s left of him) looked like he had just gotten out the pool of lazuras shit when he was attacked, lying on the floor like someone had paralyzed him turned him over and tortured him again and again and again, making sure it hurt. A true form of physical torture taken to the extreme-the likes of which not even Ras could withstand for long-. There were little symbols carved into the cave walls into the cave walls (looking like a message)–pretty prominent to, Jason had touched them even with the warning not to-. But when Jason touched the walls he ran out of the room, seemingly snapping everyone out of the state paralysis they had all fallen into.

Now they’re all back at the manor recovering from that..strange..unusual sight. While Jason and Damian are in the kitchen eating ice cream strait from the tub. They don’t know if Damian (eating the dairy free stuff tho, obvi) is doing it from grief or in celebration and they’re too afraid to ask. Jason looks like he’s eating it to work through some feelings, they don’t know why but they know they came from the carvings in the walls.

Also who tf is Phantom?

They should call Constantine.

Tags!!! (very suprised by how many people actually liked this enough to want to be tagged ngl)

@crystalqueertea @cutelittlebeanie @addie-lover-of-stories @screamingtofillthevoid @overtherose @aroranorth-west @dontfightmecauseillcry @thegatorsgoose @thatrandomsarahchick @little-pondhead

#dpxdc #Jason todd x Danny Phantom #feral danny phantom #protective danny phantom #ras: what did I do?!#Danny: you took what's mine #danny turned ras into a pile of ribbons #he took a few bones as trophies #but we don't talk about that #jason be working through the five stages of greif #but all in one sitting with ice cream #ya'll ready for what he about to do to the joker?#I don't think you are #joker gonna be TERRIFIED of black hair blue eyed ppl now #danny doesn't even need to transform #he just a feral little gremlin like that

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the-magpie-archives · 1 year

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Hey um. So it's my birthday party tomorrow, and i was just wondering did you maybe wanna come and talk about emulsifiers or something? I'm sure you have lots of interesting things to say about emulsifiers.

#It's not my birthday y'all don't worry I'm not a pisces..#But I did just go to a birthday party #Made me think all about Martins birthday...#God he's just so sweet. They really went and got ice cream for him... As a cohort... A little group of office friends at the ice cream shop #:')#Maybe I'm a little bit tipsy from the party still... But God Martin is just so <3 #tma #the magnus archives #the magnus institute #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #jonmartin #jmart #tma memes #In a moment of foresight I'm realising this is probably the sense of humor of exhausted tipsy me maybe it's not really funny #Who knows.... We shall see 😌

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kicktwine · 1 year

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idk how it would happen but I imagine ven meeting his younger selves and they’re both so different. But the same. But different

he meets the one stuck in the desert with no memories and immediately almost gets his head cut off, just because — for ease of reading, he’ll refer to himself as Ven and the younger one as Ventus and the youngest one… Little Ven. Look, he never said he was that creative, and they like their name — because he startled him. He doesn’t remember the badlands that well, but he does remember how jumpy it made him. That’s still… there.

anyways he almost gets his head cut off because Ventus hears someone’s big metal shoes behind him and whips around, keyblade in hand, and Ven backs out of the way with his hands up and an eep! and puts a lid on the instinct to summon his own keyblade. Ventus’ face gives away his emotions pretty much instantly, which it doesn’t do so much anymore, but it goes fear-anger-confusion-VERYconfusion-fearagain-curiosity-confusion-bigshowyhuffyface. Like a kitten making itself look bigger. Ven tries to make himself look smaller, or at least non threatening. Or at least not like an evil future version of himself come to end his bloodline here and now. Would you believe he had that irrational fear every once in a while he’d make some kind of dumb mistake and go ah, I hope this doesn’t have universal consequences i feel the repercussions of via someone smarter than me coming to tell me off! which, I mean it’s not The Most irrational. Time travel exists. He’s doing… it(???). Ventus seems to settle somewhere between genuine curiosity and cornered kitten.

“Who are you?”

Wow his voice is higher! It dropped pretty late. Mostly while he was training here, so he never really had the embarrassed-by-voice-cracking thing Aqua told him about with Terra, he was worried about other things. And his hair is so much scruffier, and his skin is dry-looking, he doesn’t remember taking care of himself very well out here. There’s nothing here, really. Has Ventus eaten? Today? Should he have brought the conchas from the kitchen. Is that an open cut on his arm? That’s blood. That’s bad. Ven’s been forgetting to speak and just looking at his younger self which is not helping his nerves, he doesn’t think. “Uh… you? Older you! We’re in a dream, sort of, I think.”

probably not the right thing to say, even though ven’s not sure what WOULD be the right thing to say. That was about the most succinct he could make it. Ventus’ eyes narrow, and he drops the curiosity, and Ven knows what just happened, he thinks this is a test now. It’s absurd enough to not be real, and it must be illusion magic. Ventus spins his keyblade behind him and lowers his stance (still kinda sloppy, the Master was always— Xehanort was always on him about it even though apparently holding a keyblade backwards was fine). “Bullcrap,” he spits.

“Language!” Ven scolds, feeling the spirit of Aqua fill him. Ventus is too nervous to say anything more than “crap” though, which is kind of cute but weird to think about now that he’s still nervous around adults but swears like a sailor around, like, Roxas.

“Either leave me alone or fight!”

“I don’t wanna—“ And then Ventus jabs at him, his patience for the test spent. The faster he passes, the faster he can go sit down and the less of a chance he gets hurt. Ven dodge rolls out of the way once, twice, threefourtimes, getting ten pounds of dust down his shirt. He never liked this feeling. Dust stuck to his skin. Ventus gets more and more frustrated with every miss, starting to make angry growls when he does, and snaps out a strike raid, which misses, and it misses on the way back, but Ven is busy righting himself from where it missed and Ventus gets a heavy slash in right on his knuckles, which stings.

Ven recoils, and Ventus sees the real actual blood on his knuckles and the teeth of Wayward Wind and his eyes blow wide. Almost immediately, he drops his keyblade and backs away, hugging his arms to his chest and turtling in his jacket. “Oh— sorry! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry! I messed up.”

“it’s okay! It’s okay, it’s fine,” Ven reassures him, really really wanting to stop hearing himself over-apologize. He quickly, telegraphing his moves because he knows how bad this could look, summons his keyblade and casts a quick Cure. The wound vanishes, even though it’s gonna leave a bruise anyways. Ven shows his arm. “See? Totally fine.”

Ventus doesn’t move towards him, but un-turtles slightly. His eyes linger on Ven’s hand — fine. Like he said — to the space his, their keyblade was just summoned, the one he’s holding his version of. To his face, which is pretty similar, though Ventus hasn’t looked at himself in a mirror in a while. To his outstretched arm, and the thin scars over it, and his own scrawny arm, dried blood still shiny over a thin but deep cut.

Ven follows his gaze. “Can I see that?” he asks, gently.

Ventus slowly, very deliberately shuffles his way over and gives up his arm to be looked at. Ven takes it — Ventus almost flinches when he touches him, totally real and corporeal and warm and stuff — and once again casts Cure, this time a Curaga just to cover anything he might not be showing him. Ven used to do that, before he knew what he was doing but after he was too floaty to know what he was doing at all, he’d just not tell anyone he was uncomfortable. It felt shaky and bad to verbalize, and it took Terra specifically a long time to teach him that no was a good word and I made a mistake was not the end of the world. Ven’s not gonna be able to teach the younger version of himself that whole thing in a few hours. But y’know — at least he can be nice.

Ventus studies the spot on his arm that he cured. It’s going to scar because he didn’t get to it on time, but he knew that, and Ventus figures that out, his stare moving to the same scar on Ven’s forearm. And the rest of them. Some the same, some came later. He is not, pointedly, removing his arm from Ven’s hands.

Ventus’ voice is tentative and scratchy. “Why’re you here?”

“Um,” Ven says, elegantly. “I’m not sure.”

”That’s dumb,” Ventus huffs.

“Hey.”

“Sorry. Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Ven says, gesturing for his other hand. Ventus hesitates — fear-worry-want, his face is like an open book — and gives it to him, finally desummoning his keyblade. “Do you not know Cure yet?”

Ventus scowls again. “Shouldn’t you remember? No.”

Ven shakes his head. “I don’t remember when we learned it. I thought it was before this.”

“I don’t remember anything before this.” Ventus, despite curling forwards into the touch he’s being given, somehow scowls even deeper.

Ven kneels. “And I don’t remember being so angry,” he says, softly. “We don’t get much better at the memory thing in the future.”

“Oh.” Ventus keeps standing. “Do—“ he bites his lip.

“Do what?”

“Do we… do we get better at — you’re … I’m… mad. I don’t like— You don’t look— Do we— nevermind, sorry. It’s nothing.”

“We get happier,” Ven says, something inside him crumbling. “We do, we get friends, even.”

Ventus’ eyes widen, not looking at him. “Here?”

“No, not here. It… it’s a long story. But I promise it gets better.” Ven doesn’t like looking at this. He spent so long not thinking about it — on purpose, not thinking about it, ever since he woke up in the Land of Departure “thinking about it” was more of a phrase that meant shaky, scattered flashes of memory and sharp copper smells and waking up with his heart in his throat and his muscles trying to scatter out of existence or hearing a metal fixture drop to the floor with a loud clang! and suddenly he couldn’t hear anything except ringing and it was all, an abstract cocktail of not good that he never untangled and avoided like the plague — that… making it real, seeing himself just exist in a terrible place while nothing happens to him like those flashes of memory, it makes it real. And it breaks something inside him, something really small but gummed up because before this he had a layer of detachment from the whole thing, and he almost wants to cry. Ven knows now that he didn’t deserve this and it was stupid and horrible and he should have just had friends who loved him this whole time because it’s possible and he’s a likeable person and he has good to give and love to receive. But Ventus doesn’t know that yet, and he sure won’t believe it until it happens. He remembers not believing it. He remembers thinking it wouldn’t ever get better, and how much better it feels now that it has, and — oh, okay he is crying cool. Ventus looks at him like he’s grown a second head, all confusion and worry and tentative digging inside himself to see what he should do.

“Do… um. Do you want a hug?” Ventus asks nervously.

Ven nods. Ventus’ arms curl around Ven’s back, all thin shaky noodles and no muscles and fewer scars and not used to doing this. Not too hard — he doesn’t want to weird him out — Ven hugs back as best he can. He learned how to give pretty stellar hugs from his friends. He hopes Ventus can feel it.

#accidentally writes a mini fic after thinking about ven and apprentice ven finding ux ven and startling him #and ux ven goes AAH! And apprentice ven slowly hides behind big ven because he’s the Explainer Guy. Who Explains #and then they go get ice cream together.#my writing #I guess #hi! every day I make myself cry about ventus kingdomhearts #kh #ventus kh #it’s 11:33 at night #I did not edit anything or have a plan going in #I simply. Hey apprentice Ven’s life was upsetting #they go get ice cream all three of them and ux ven chooses ROCKY ROAD SWIRL SPECIAL and ventus chooses what ven chooses which is honeybunny #or at least the closest they can get to it. He likes his flavor.#Maybe I Have A Favorite Guy You’ll Never Know #also in my soul — hey welcome to the tag zone - in my soul. Ven still has a hard time saying he messed up #so either he admits he messed up bad and offers to fix it or tries to shift the blame onto anything else even smth small #it’s a defense against being blamed or being seen as the weak link but he is trying to get better at taking responsibility

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spoiledsprings · 26 days

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assorted artificer and co doodles

#i'm stuck and i hate you and i don't want to be here #- but i have nowhere else to go #rw artificer #rw five pebbles #five pebbles #slightly inconsistent as some of these are months apart #+ different stylizations of the same char #rw gourmand #rw lttm #looks to the moon #rainworld art #context to the last drawing is artificer when she first lost her pups / younger artie vs older artie who's attached to pebbles #i think pebbles n artie did not immediately like eachother. it was a mutual hatred of until they warmed up to eachother #they're both very mad. about the cards they've been dealt by this world. about losing the ones they loved. etc etc #oh also skateboarding pebbles lol #also also artie taking her son for ice cream. very important.#again. if u read all my tags. gold star + vegetable of your choosing for you !!!#SHOOT WAIT #blood #I FORGOT TO TAG FOR IMPLIED BLOOD

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cerise-on-top · 2 months

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Is it alright if you write something for Skittles with a genderfluid s/o?

- 💾 (i havent requested anything before so please let me know if i did anything wrong)

Hey there! Don't worry, you didn't do anything wrong while requesting, but then again, it's impossible to do so incorrectly as long as you're being polite and follow the rules!

Skittles with a Genderfluid!S/O

Skittles would think you to be the coolest person he knows. Not only do you have a great personality, you’re also unique in that you don’t let a single gender define you. It’s fluid, sometimes you’re this, sometimes you’re that, and what could possibly be more epic than that. Sometimes you’re everything, sometimes you’re nothing. He loves it as much as he loves you. You’re a breath of fresh air in an otherwise rigid and unpredictable world. Although it would be hard, he’d love nothing more than to get you flowers or plants that correspond with your current gender. Surely you associate them with a certain colour, so he’d love to gift them to you. Then again, he’d love to give you anything, doesn’t have to be a flower. It could be a self made pin, it could be a scarf, it could be a hairpin. Doesn’t have a hard time remembering your pronouns for the day either. And if you change your name depending on your gender? So freaking awesome. He will always use the right pronouns and name for you, as long as you tell him or show it otherwise. Although he may be a loving and bubbly sweetheart, he is a rather observant guy. A rather smart cookie as well, so as long as there are signs you feel like this or that on that day, he’ll pick up on them. He adores you and wants to make sure he accommodates you however he can. If you feel insecure about wearing certain clothes then he’ll just wear them with you, he has no qualms about wearing a pretty dress, for example. Besides, if you want your hair styled in a certain way, he’ll try his best. He may not always succeed since he doesn’t have a lot of experience, but it’s the thought that counts. Will always pick up things he thinks you might like or that you might vibe with during a certain gender day. If you bind, then he will bring you glasses of water and remind you to not keep your binder on for too long. Yes, he knows someone who could stitch you up easily and with no problem, but he doesn’t want you to be in pain or have physical problems. Either way, he’s very supportive and tries his best to make you feel comfortable, even telling other people how you would prefer to be addressed, if you feel comfortable with that. He’s good with people, so chances are they’ll refer to you correctly when Skittles tells them about it.

#madness combat #madness combat x reader #madness combat skittles #skittles x reader #I was overjoyed when I saw this request last night my first madcom request in almost two years #thank you so much! I was very happy yesterday and decided this would be the first one I write today!#Skittles is such a great character I love the cheerful sweethearts that deserve no evil in this world #canon doesn't exist Skittles is happy and thriving and giving ice cream to people in Nevada #time to get back into Madness Combat #thank you for requesting! please do feel free to request something again I love Madcom #I hope this is to your liking!#there used to be a time when I identified as genderfluid actually #sometimes I still vibe with that label because I'm not always an enby #sometimes you just gotta vibe a bit with being more feminine and that's okay as well #but I'm never a “full” man or woman I only ever have partial genders. if I have a gender at all #normally I don't have a gender and that's okay too #so yeah I certainly did vibe a lot with this request

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sunkissedlouis · 1 month

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#just had 4 of my wisdom teeth pulled out in one session 🎉#just went in no thoughts head empty with the goal to get it over with bc i don’t #want to go back after 2 weeks and do it all over again #blood tw #why are dental clinics so weird and horrifying like #like i came out of my session looking at my surgeon with blood splatter on his face shield 😭 and a bit more all over #getting your tooth extracted is such a weird experience istg #just full of pressure and a bit of loud slicing haha #and a bit of loud cracking noises #also my surgeon made me go ??? and laugh a bit because before we started he said #‘i wish my other patients opened their mouth as much you did’#like ?????? LMAO WHAT #opened their mouth wide*#mind you we haven’t spoken a word since i arrived and sat down on the chair #and them proceeded to gossip to his assistant #like how he had difficulty locating something in his other patients’ gums bc they can’t open their mouths that wide djdjjd #anyway im lowkey dreading the healing process #bc i can’t eat hot food :/ just room temp+cold food #treating myself to ice cream 😌#*ri

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cctinsleybaxter · 2 months

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my personal tragedy is that i don't care for the tropics, which is of course where all my favorite animals (bugs) like to hang out

#sorry for 2005 doctor who jumpscare but it feels like this #would love to watch leafcutter ants all day; do not enjoy being suffocated by green and hot water #(having a favorite/least favorite biome is different from passing moral judgement on a place- it's like ice cream flavors)#(likes: tundra/chaparral + plain/pistachio)#(dislikes: cherry garcia + the jungle)#love to the mountains prairie and sea too of course #eta: wait how did i forget the fave who started me on this train of thought- deserts!#they're like cookies n creme to me; a staple #places

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tsunanami17 · 3 months

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Hello tumblr. It appears today is the day of my birth.

I am in my twenties now. When I look at myself in the mirror I still see cringe 14 year old. What the heck happened. How did I make it this far. TWENTIES. What.

ANYWAY here’s my annual meet the artist I haven’t changed the sona design this year like I usually do last year’s was just too good

Some small stuff is in Japanese because I’ve been. Interacting more in Japanese on Twitter whoops

#tsunanami17 #Tsu sona time #Tsu dot nanami birthday #michael it’s your birthday today cake and ice cream is on the way #and michael you’ve been such a good boy this year blow out the candles while we all cheer #happy birthday michael #HOW DID I MAKE IT TO MY TWENTIES. LIKE SERIOUSLY HOW.

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salfishersimp2 · 10 months

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Okay so I think he would totally want something like chocolate or vanilla but wouldn't want people to think he's a basic bitch or something so he goes for mint (I was yet again proved wrong as his panic choice is vanilla but oh well)

That shit has drugs in there love

So no drugs (I was wrong again what a surprise lmao)

I have no idea what a speakeasy is but i'm going with the vibe here

My imagination was going on so hard when reading this that when the music stopped my ears started ringing as if I just got out of a really loud room

Istg I will read this again at some point bc I have got to find em (<--- known liar)

@jtl-fics

#so now after rereading these I feel bad about thinking the waitress put drugs in his ice cream #Its the wattpad 10 y/o girlie who read too much dark shit in me i swear #Still don't know EXACTLY what a speakeasy is but I have my vague theories and guesses #Thanks google for the worst answer ever #As usual #I did not read it again but I found that one post with the screenshots of the clues so now at least I was able to identify em 👍#And laugh at them #Feels like cheating but oh well #putting all of these in one post bc I'm equally embarrassed and excited that a bunch of people are probably going to see it #I'm like: “alr lets just get this over with”#fluent freshman au #aftg au #aftg #sal's tagging tag

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mobbothetrue · 5 months

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Spotify prompt! Knuckles and tails, an 19 :)

Oh hoho! You managed to land FightSong by EVE (<- YouTube link), a song that by all rights shoulda been #2 (<- I refuse to pay Spotify money).

Hmm…. It’s been a while since I’ve done anything with Super Sonic Speed, but I always did intend to write follow-ups…

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The city is unbelievably loud. They’re in what Sonic had called a shopping district, and it’s apparently very popular. Knuckles would kind of like to go home, a lot, actually, but Tails is flirting from one shop to another and he doesn’t have it in him to shut the kid down. Sonic is somewhere on the periphery of their little group— he and Tails had bonded, thick as thieves, and Knuckles— well, he tolerated the guy.

Tails gasps like he’s seeing the sun rise for the first time, excited enough that he’s lifting off the ground. Knuckles ambles over, grabs him by the ankle, and pulls him back down. He’s looking at some sort of… thing. Knuckles can’t make heads or tails of it, but it’s definitely saying something to Tails.

Hmm. He is, at least, familiar with the idea of shops. Chao liked to set them up, sometimes, selling fruit or handmade crafts for rings, but Knuckles has no idea if their idea of currency and everyone else’s aligns. Would the shopkeep accept a fruit? Most chao did. It isn’t like rings are a problem, so…

Knuckles turns, seeking out Sonic in the crowd. There he is— stiff as anything, glancing frantically back and forth between Knuckles and some other hedgehog, a pink one. One of his friends, maybe? They look irritated, maybe not. Knuckles steps away from Tails, invites himself into their conversation.

“and you just RAN OFF—“ the hedgehog is shouting. Sonic cracks his mouth open, a faint wheeze escaping.

“Hey,” Knuckles says.

“—do you have ANY IDEA how WORRIED I was—“

This looks like a battle Sonic is better off fighting on his own. Still, Knuckles needs his question answered. “Hey,” he repeats, slightly louder.

“—I mean, I knew you were alright because my cards said so, but—“

“Hey Knuckles,” Sonic manages to crack out, “this is Amy.”

Amy tilts her head at him, and then gives him a sharp, discerning once-over. “Are you one of his other friends?” She asks.

“Yeah, sure,” Knuckles says, and then “do rings work as currency down here?”

She blinks at him, as if this is a weird thing to ask. “Yes?” She says.

“Okay,” Knuckles says, nodding, “try not to scare him too bad.”

Any lingering confusion evaporates, and she whirls around to find Sonic trying to sneak away. “AGAIN!” she shouts, full of conviction, and Knuckles makes his way back to where he left Tails. He isn’t pressed up against the glass anymore, so Knuckles steps into the store. Yeah, there he is. Hovering— literally— over the same display.

Knuckles takes a moment to properly observe, rooting around for the terms Tails would use, in an attempt to ensure he gets the right thing. There’s a looping track, and a few other gadgets on the sides. A switch, one of them looks like, and some barricade, and a few blinking lights. On the track itself is a… sideways cylinder, set on wheels, connected to a few boxes, puffing out smoke— or steam, maybe. Tails is absorbed enough in watching it chug along that he doesn’t even realize Knuckles is standing right next to him. Knuckles’ll just have to make sure he comes up for air, occasionally.

He casts about the rest of the store, vaguely lost. There are a lot of displays, and a lot of colourful boxes. Knuckles picks up one, flips it over, and realizes swiftly he is out of his depth. He brings the box over to Tails, handing it to him. Tails holds onto it for a full few seconds, watching with bated breath as the cylinder switches tracks, before he looks down. His fur all along his spine puffs up, and he turns to look at Knuckles so fast he has to wonder if Sonic hasn’t started to rub off on him in more ways than one. That’s the right box, for sure.

“Really?” Tails asks, voice breathy with excitement, and Knuckles ruffles his fur instinctually.

“‘Course.”

Maybe the shopping district isn’t that bad.

#eggthew #prompt fill #askbox #uhhh so. I kind of barely followed fightsong at all I CAN EXPLAIN #went off the visuals instead of the lyrics. two people running around in city. ooh I could do knuckles protecting tails from Eggman in some #kind of egg city! ah hang on there’s the eggperial city arc in idw and I haven’t read that yet. so I’m not confident in portraying it. hmmm #I could do a Different egg city… man Knuckles and Tails. what a great pair. I really enjoyed writing them in super sonic speed. hey! I could #do super sonic speed’s Knuckles’s first time in a city! maybe he gets kind of freaked out? escape from the city haha #well tails would be familiar with cities. and sonic would be there ofc but I’ll shuffle him off to the side so he doesn’t hog the spotlight #I could do tails looking at a shop! yeah! and knuckles needs to ask how currency works but sonic is… busy? hmm. oh! a city!!!! amy lives in #a city!! she runs into sonic! which keeps him from coming back over with knuckles. I always did mean to write her reunion with sonic.#that’ll be nice to do. alright. perfect. it’s all working out. get to the final few lines. think ‘hey how did I end up with this anyway.’#pulse of adrenaline as my brain goes OH YEAH FIGHTSONG. ach.#I’m happy w this though :)#knuckles: I Tolerate sonic. at best.#sonic: hey I am in a vaguely uncomfortable situation #knuckles *rolling up metaphorical sleeves*: do I need to kick ass #Amy making a mental note: sonic apparently befriending a space alien okay okay cool #they meet up for ice cream. knuckles is inflicted with curse of immediate brainfreeze. tails is So Excited about his new model train set #within a week he mods it to A) be strong enough to pull the Master Emerald and B) be armed.

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