#Platonic still counts

[hajihiko]

Just you and me and me and you just us and our mutual very close friend Steve

#fuyuhiko kuzuryu #hajime hinata #sdr2 #super danganronpa 2 #danganronpa 2 #an art #kuzuhina #Platonic still counts #Hinanami #Vibes of '10 YEARS we've known each other and now you don't wanna see me jump outta the cake?!' #Fuyuhiko is such a bitch. But he does forgive eventually. Maybe even makes up for it #Aed if you see this. Winks at you #wife (easy mode) & best friend (insanity mode) #This could even be..... #Kuzuhinanami #Chiaki kept Peko calm in the meanwhile. They had a girls night in ♡

[linddzz]

Dreamling is at its best when it's either "we met three days ago and the wedding is next week (the wedding is a formality, Morpheus already tied our souls together don't ask how)" or a multi century slow burn where the burn is really just a long fuse leading to a cartoonish stack of gunpowder barrels and nothing in between

#i say as i have my multi chapter fic of them continuing that long fuse after the reunion #i never claimed to be consistent #actually i still say it counts bc morpheus is about to explode from 'this is my nice platonic friend who i am learning friendship with' #to #'i want to eat Hobs heart every day like the eagle on Prometheus except im also fucking him' #it counts #dreamling

[theminecraftbee]

can i request three somehow forced into a fake dating situation

Three stares directly into Martyn’s eyes. They are blue and of an average size. It feels as though maybe this should be against the rules, but according to the book it had read, this was… normal. A normal thing to do on a date. Look deeply into someone’s eyes. It would not be suspicious at all, even though Three isn’t really sure how to look more or less deeply into anyone’s eyes at all. Eyes are not flat, but even when Three Looks, it isn’t as though there is anything interesting in there.

Martyn is sweating somewhat. He looks away first.

Three’s pretty sure this counts as a victory, especially given Martyn can’t see Three’s face behind the mask anyway. It is good Three has now won the game of ‘staring lovingly into its date’s eyes’, because that had been a strange, threatening mortal ritual. It would rather not do that again.

“Haha, thanks again for agreeing to this date,” Martyn says, very suspiciously looking around the small cafe in a bustling semi-private Origins server. “It’s been so long since we’ve gotten to hang out like this. Gods, do I sound stupid.”

“You do,” Three says.

“You don’t have to answer those,” Martyn says.

“Will comply,” Three says.

“Oh, for the love of—we’re on a date. A date!” Here, Martyn winks obnoxiously. “It’s not a mission.” He winks obnoxiously again. “Besides, you should lighten up!”

“Will comply,” Three says.

“You know, I had forgotten how obnoxious that was,” Martyn says cheerfully. “Anyway, I should order us some drinks! Have some conversation! Keep an eye out around us, yeah, for our waiter?”

“You are not very subtle,” Three says.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Martyn says. “Besides, honestly? I am really glad to just hang out with you. Because we’re dating! On this server for fancy couples. Yep.”

The problem is, of course, that a fancy origins server is a great place for the strangest of people to hide.

When Martyn had asked a favor, Three had been… uncertain. This was not because Three doesn’t care for Martyn—it does, greatly—or because Three didn’t want to see Martyn—they’d met up a few times before now, tentative and quiet and frustrated and all the things that were hard to explain, and then in all the ways they were okay again—but because Martyn, for all Three cares for him, is still an idiot.

Three is its own handler, now. It does not have to follow handlers that are morons. It had told Martyn this. When Martyn had stopped wheezing, he’d explained that it’d be fun. Not Listener business, he promised; he still hadn’t quite gotten out, but he wouldn’t drag Three in, Scout’s honor.

(Three believes him. It’s never been that Three doesn’t trust him.)

It was a friend of Martyn’s that had gone missing. Apparently, on some fancy modded server? And now, Martyn wanted Three to come help him do some recon because, quote, “Jimmy laughed at me until he cried and that hurt me a little bit, not going to lie, and I’ve used up the favors Ren owes me, and Oli was busy. Have you met Oli? You’d like Oli.”

(Three did not like Oli.)

Three agreed, despite its better judgement. The reason it thought this may be a poor plan was because—

“Ah, the lovely Valentines,” the waiter says. He gives them a plate of lovely heart-shaped calamari. Three wonders if they had belonged to heart-shaped squid. “It’s a lovely evening, isn’t it?”

“Yes, it’s wonderful here with my beloved!” Martyn says.

The waiter and Martyn both look at Three. Three doesn’t say anything and sits perfectly still.

“Um,” the waiter says.

“It’s for a health condition,” Martyn says, which technically isn’t a lie.

“Very well, sirs, although it may get in the way of the kissing competition!”

Martyn, who had just started sipping some wine, chokes on it.

“I will win the kissing competition,” Three says.

Martyn chokes harder.

“I will see you to it!” the waiter says. “And of course, our patented species comparability exam is the highlight of the evening.”

“Oh. I am not sure I can produce viable offspring,” Three says.

The waiter stares at Three. Three stares back, although not into the waiter’s eyes, as to not cause any confusion. The mask somewhat prevents that from working, though.

“Very well then,” the waiter says. “I suppose just—do you need help?”

“It knows what it’s doing,” Martyn hisses.

“I did do research before coming here,” Three says.

“I’ll just head on,” the waiter says, in a tone that suggests to Three that maybe it did not do enough research before agreeing to help Martyn.

Oh well.

At least the mask means it doesn’t have to keep a straight face as it picks Martyn off the ground and, completely flat in tone, says: “Do not die. I would be sad if you died of something as stupid as choking on wine.”

“I asked for this,” Martyn says.

“Yes,” Three says. “You did. That is why I am here.”

(Beneath the table, it grabs Martyn’s hand. Martyn squeezes Three’s hand back. It had missed him, though. For all they do not see each other often—)

(Well. It had missed him, though.)

#answered #ask game #strifetxt #solving counting sheep talk #a bee fic #not going to fandom tag this one because frankly scs always confuses me on whether it’d be rude to ;-; #anyway lei your brain is so huge. this is such an inherently funny concept. #hermitshipping #trafficshipping #I MEAN. NO THIS ONE IS PLATONIC ACTUALLY BUT I FEEL LIKE PEOPLE WHO HAVE THOSE TAGS BLOCKED WOULDNT WANNA SEE THIS #so I am BEING POLITE. #anyway I love solving counting sheep I should write side stories for it #I still periodically rotate three in my head like a rotisserie chicken. #THIS IS VERY STUPID BTW. #set nebulously A. Few? years after canon #up to you to decide EXACTLY win but it’s implied here some rats and some third life equivalent happened #so do with that as you will idk if that’s canon in my head but since its post fic canon who cares

[lunee-bat]

Hellooo Hazbin Hotel fandom can I offer you some mpreg in these trying times question mark

#hazbin hotel #alastor #lucifer morningstar #charlie morningstar #platonic radioapple #trying to be platonic #for the baby #mpreg #cw mpreg #cw pregnancy #guysss #there’s so much mpreg in this fandom #ecstatic to be here #couldn’t stay out of the fun for long #so anyway #still figuring out lore #but lucifer can count on his hand how many times he’s touched alastor’s baby bump #helpp me #i’m cackling what is this #why did i make this

[rexscanonwife]

[The Imperial March motif plays softly in the background]

♡Taglist♡: @me-myself-and-my-fos @tiny-cloud-of-flowers @sunstar-of-the-north @dearly-beeloved @changeling-selfship @little-miss-selfships @silverhardt @bob-in-tekken-8

#artfarts #not self insert #idk does it count when ur ship isnt ACTUALLY in it but ur f/os are?? 😂😂 #star wars #star wars the clone wars #anakin skywalker #tcw anakin #fraggle rock #jim henson #wembley fraggle #🔥 general hothead 🔥 #cc: wembley fraggle 💚 #ajjmmg anyway i dropped EVERYTHING to draw this #for context ive seen a couple people redraw a particular meme with their two comfort characters #and after a discussion w my partner about what i consider a comfort character i came up with this 😂😂😂 #i consider cc different from f/o for a few different reasons #wembley is obvious and though anakin is a platonic f/o hes still a cc bcs i love him #AND OUGH DID THIS MAKE ME MISS STAR WARS 😭😭😭 #while i was looking at ref pics omega's theme came on shuffle and i was just listening and looking at anakin.... #i love him so much. i love star wars #i gotta go back to that soon x3

[shares-a-vest]

'Lucky Guy'

@steddiemicrofic 🍰🍰🍰 < me sending you virtual slices of cake for the glorious offerings this month's prompt has brought so far.

August Prompt: 'Cake' Word Count: 311 | Rating: T | cw: Steve is really drunk but just being an annoying chatty-cathy.

“Eds... E-Eddie...” Steve croaks, speaking directly into his ear as he lays tucked in behind him, “I’s juz goin’ downstairsss for someofmybirthdaycake!”

He moves to swing his leg over but Eddie swats at him, groaning in frustration. How is this slurring chatterbox still conscious!

“Think maybe you should sleep off some of that beer before you try for the staircase Birthday Boy,” he whispers, patting his leg, “Had enough trouble getting you up here.”

“Wait!” Steve says clear as day, clamping a hand on Eddie’s own. He can feel Steve lift his head, “Why aren’t you spooning me?”

With great effort – and hindered by Drunk Steve’s jock strength –Eddie turns over and is met with a set of very sad puppy-dog eyes glistening back at him.

He cocks his head to the person snoring like a human garbage disposal behind his boyfriend, “Robin is spooning you, sweetheart.”

She’s holding onto Steve so tight, they look like one big pile of clothes and brown hair.

Steve’s eyes shine bright as he nods to himself, grinning, “Robin totally needs some cake!”

He barely lifts his head before his eyes roll back into his alcohol-filled skull.

“Wha-t’s hap-ing?” Robin rasps, stirring from their communal pillow.

At the sound of her voice, Steve’s lip quivers.

“Rob,” he sniffles, helicopter-kicking at the sheets until he is on his back and almost squishing his platonic soulmate into the mattress in the process.

“I’m just so lucky, Robs…” he hiccups as Robin shuffles around, teetering dangerously close to the edge of the bed.

Miraculously, Steve forces an arm around her – and squeezes Eddie impossibly tight against him too.

“Such a lucky guy,” he continues, humming contentedly as he slowly moves his head from side to side with every word, “I’ve got my boyfriend! And my best friend... And cake! Allonmybir-th... day...”

He fades into a snore.

#drunken dialogue really made the word count fluctuate on this one #i've had like 5 different ideas for this prompt and yet i still chose the sillier one 🤦‍♀️ #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie ficlet #lilys ficlets #steddiemicroficaugust #steve x eddie #robin buckley #platonic with a capital p #lilys microfics

[braisedhoney]

lil cowboy narry shenanigans bc despite everything i love him

and also this. because he is just such a silly little guy and no amount of power can stop me from picking him up like a potato sack.

#the stanley parable #the stanley parable fanart #tsp narrator #tsp #tsp fanart #tspud #the stanley parable ultra deluxe #ney’s art #keep in mind this is still normal narry like #he's just a goofy little cosplayer and i love that for him #my dumb old man <3 #this is so self indulgent but shhhh #sona art #tales aboard the hive #technically. i say that a lot but uh. sona heavy so it counts! #i blame him for my sudden re-interest in rdr btw #you may destroy entire cities narry but i still have the pencil #oh and not a ship!! #i love him to death but it's v platonic lmao #loving antagonism (platonic) #lighter sketches with less rendered coloring too bc i've got a lot on my mind ✨️

[snailwitdamail2]

calling it now. the new apes trilogy is gonna have an ape/human kiss like the og movie did.

#uhhhh AUBGAJSHDAHSAKB #maybe not on the lips like taylor and zira but #like a platonic cheek kiss at least. im calling it idc #pota #planet of the apes #kingdom of the planet of the apes #shut up snail #look. listen. we've already got references for other og apes stuff in the caesar trilogy #the names for nova and cornelius. the spaceship easter egg in Rise. the “no!” scene #uhhh caesar is doing a statue of liberty puzzle thingy in Rise #bright eyes!!! #i know theres gotta be more. my mind is blanking rn. #does. does that one track in Dawn with the xylophones count ASDGIAUSD #i forget what the track is called. but its the one where koba and his dudes go to check out what the humans are doing? the first time aroun #i think #theres some old timey sounding instruments and xylophones that soundl like it came from the og movie #i KNOW theres more refs im just tired and havent seen War in a while #my freaking blu ray player stopped working when i was watching Dawn a month or two ago LOLLL #Dawn is still stuck in there... </3 #uhhh yeah anyways #rewatched War several times after i made this post and #for references in War to the ogs. we got those cross thingies

[sunflowerharrington]

i’m way too good at goodbyes

written for ‘hole’ | wc: 404 | rated E | @steddiemicrofic

warning: major character death

-

Robin flops on his bed, asking him to play Call Me by Blondie; something she’s done quite a lot over the last week. Steve doesn’t mind, he likes Blondie too.

He lays down beside her, something he does every day, he thinks. There’s no sense of time anymore. Ever since the earth briefly stopped spinning on its axis when Eddie died, time hasn’t been the same.

Denial set in strong in his first moments without Eddie and Max. Max is still in hospital so she can’t actually be dead. She kept him grounded, Eddie was his rock. But now that rock rolls amongst a sea of weathered pebbles, sailing away into the afterlife.

Every time he picks up their pieces, they slip through his fingers. He can’t keep a hold of them, but he has to let them go no matter how hard he tries to keep them close.

It’s only when he’s shaking in Robin’s arms that he stops crying.

Birdsong, rainfall and Debbie Harry’s singing lull him to sleep; the first time he’s slept in who knows how long. But not before he lets Robin know she’s the most important person in his life and he loves her.

He dreams of love, laughter and Eddie and Max bickering... Although even in his dreams he knows that can’t be reality anymore.

-

He wakes with a sinking feeling inside; one he’s grown to resent, and yet… he’s used to it. Used to waking up and finding out that Vecna has taken another friend’s soul away. He’s used to finding another piece of himself missing.

He’s almost grown numb to the feeling, but it still hits him like a truck. Not a slap, but a full on wipe-out. He looks to find Robin sound asleep, but something’s not right.

“Robin?” His hands tremble as he shakes her by the shoulders; something he’d usually get shouted at for, but she doesn’t respond. “Robin, wake up.”

It’s only now the headphones stand out, connected to the walkman resting on the floor beside her. Steve whimpers as he picks it up, and tears flood his vision.

As she takes her last breath, the hole in Steve’s chest where his heart once beat expands until he’s nothing but the shell of the man he used to be. He has nothing; his kid is gone, his soulmate is gone. That adorable weirdo he fell for is gone.

Steve’s gone.

#stranger things #steve harrington #robin buckley #eddie munson #steddie #there’s steddie in it so #stranger things fanfiction #platonic stobin #platonic soulmates stobin #steve harrington and robin buckley #steddie microfic #okay so it’s not fully steddie but it still counts #fanfiction #fanfic #sorry (not really)

[cyanroads]

Okay so I just need to say this

We all know "it's home. Home" flower husbands

And now Tango's "you're still here? It's over. Go home . Go"

Have you considered home isn't a place. Home is a person. Home is Jimmy.

And this isn't just trafficlives

Look at Evo post dragon

Martyn when he got separated from Jimmy

Man was so broken

He left signs at spawn for Jimmy because he knew Jimmy would return to the Property Police station. But Martyn needed Jimmy to come back to him.

When they finally reencountered each other Martyn had been asleep on his horse for days, just riding around because he didn't have his home

He didn't have Jimmy

And then he left Jimmy

And Jimmy found Scott (same timeline since Evo is canonically a part of trafficlives)

And Jimmy became Scott's home because once Scott died he came back to Jimmy, to his home

And then Last Life happened and Martyn had that attachment to Jimmy, not necessarily Jimmy is his home but once things started getting bad with The Watchers and Jimmy died, Martyn saw Jimmy and Mumbo in a dream and things seemed normal because he has this home (also every time Martyn tries to get Jimmy with him trying to be home. When he tried to steal Jimmy from Scott in 3l, when he tried to make boogey blockers that was just him and Jimmy)

And Tango saying "you're still here? It's over. Go home. Go"

Home is a synonym for Jimmy by this point to the people that care about him "you're still here? Go Jimmy. Go"

#solidaritygaming #jimmy solidarity #solidarity gaming #evo smp #double life spoilers #inthelittlewood #tangotek #smajor1995 #third life smp #last life smp #double life smp #kinda traffic shipping but it's literally things that happened in canon and my interpretation of them that could still count as platonic

[ronancebyler]

based on this

#me disliking the treatment of sapphic ships in st canon and fanon is not the same as me hating rockie/vickie #i like rockie bc their scene together was CUTE #the way robin looked at vickie??? precious #i can believe all that and still be upset about how sapphic relationships are treated on the show #the canon lesbian in the show and her canon bi love interest barely screentime together #mileven and byler both had huge focus #stancy and jancy had arcs #lumax had a whole thing #even jargyle and elmaxs platonic relationship had more time together than rockie did #and elmax werent even in the same place together #if argyle had greater focus with jonathan when their friendship is largely irrelavent to their arcs at this point in the show #and rockie got a total of five minutes of screen time then we cant deny their treatment as a ship being just horrible in the canon #what if instead of argyle being a mc vickie was? #or what if they BOTH were new mcs #theyve added mcs before #why not now? #oh yeah bc then wlw ships will be important #and we cant have that! #does this count as anti rockie? #robin buckley #vickie stranger things #virgil shut up challenge #i have seen the best of queue and the worst of queue and i choose both

[k-chips]

Ok

You know a relationship/dynamic I didn't know I needed?

Roy and Trent.

#they're amazing #this can count as both romantic and platonic #even if I don't exactly ship them #but it's still a good ship #Anyway #they're my favorite characters so i love seeing them interacting #ted lasso #ted lasso season 3 #ted lasso spoilers #roy kent #trent crimm #roy x trent

[puppiesandnightlock]

Link: Two Birds On a Wire

Summary:

Damian and Jon, and their views on the moment that the Super Sons - and their friendship - cracked. the supersons broke up yall im sry-

for prompt six: Friendship

Two birds on a wire…

They watched each other, Damian sitting on their old Gotham rooftop as Jon seemingly descended from the stars. It was almost a remake of a few months before, except for a few rather striking differences. The wind swept Jon’s curls to the side, tearful pools of sapphire blue desperately searching for the boy’s gaze.

His domino was off, and for his credit, Damian’s gaze stayed steely, looking straight ahead. The black cape he wore whipped around him in the Gotham chill, the reds of his kevlar suit bringing out his caramel complexion. 

Touching down onto the rooftop, Jon inched closer to him until Damian stood straight up, fiddling with the mask in his hand, seemingly a nervous tactic.

One tries to fly away…

“Stop.” 

Damian looked up, piercing the indestructible Kryptonian with his gaze. He twirled the mask in his hand, debating whether or not to put it back on. Jon stood in front of him, having recoiled at his words.

This boy, someone he had once treasured and still did, someone he would have once killed for, had gone as Damian's best friend, and had come back as someone completely different.

If it had just been the trauma, he would have understood, who else but him understood how deep a scarred childhood could go. 

He had never treated Jon as anything less than an equal. He, yes, had looked down on him, had once considered him a danger to society as we know it, but he had never treated him as an incapable small child, someone who could have gone off the rails at any given moment, destroying everything. 

Sure, that was a little hypocritical, and perhaps he was justifying himself a bit too much because he probably has done exactly that,, but that wasn't the point.

The point was it had always been them two, Jon and Damian against the world. 

And then Jon came back older. bigger , stronger, with a stupid boyfriend.

Romance was stupid. Feelings were stupid. 

And so, he closed himself off. If everything was going to change, if his oldest, only friend, was going to change and leave him alone with all these incompetent people who called themselves heroes, then he sure as hell was going to make sure he left first.

And the other stays…

“Dami…I-”

Jon reached out again for him, watching the pain fill the green eyes he’d so desperately missed. 

He’d come back, and sure, he didn't say bye, but they were still the Super Sons, right? Robin and Superboy, although now he was technically the oldest AND tallest of the two, but he could muster up some big brother energy and let his name go first.

He knew he would have o take more charge now, be a bit more assertive here, and that was in. He couldn't understand how or why Damian was so appalled about this. It hurt that they wouldn't go to school together again or grow up together, but that would pass, and Jon had already gotten much more used to being practically an adult, so why hasn't damian?

They were still best friends. They would always be best friends. 

He knew he was all Damian had, so why was the younger trying to pull away so much?

Two birds of a feather….

They stood there, on the rooftop, these conflicting thoughts running through their heads.

“You’re so much taller then me now.” Damian spoke suddenly.

Jon took a step closer and tried to joke. “Yeah, shorty-pants.”

“You're bigger, broader. Your hair got longer. A part of me swore it was you, when i saw you coming towards me. But everything else didn't know who you were.”

Damian made a motion as if he were hugging himself, and as he looked down, Jon could feel the hurt coming off in waves. 

“The only thing that could vaguely clue me in was your eyes. Same beautiful, haunting shade of blue. But they held ghosts. They were so deeply pained, heavy with trauma. Not my Jon’s eyes.”

The Super’s throat went dry, and while his heart broke at the description and his eyes welled with tears, anger bubbled up instead.

“So what, you’re blaming my six year space trauma for whatever the hell is goinng on between us right now? Because if thats the case, then kid, you’re just as spoiled and entitled as-”

A broken laugh was barked out, as Damian pointed at him with his mask. 

“That, that right there is another reason. I don’t even know if you relized it. You  wanna know the top reasonon this list? It’s because i lost my best friend.”

“Damian. I am right here.” Jon spat out each word as if they caused a vile taste in his mouth.

“Everyone mourns the loss the little boy, but i couldnt fucking care less. I lost the only person who would ever consider me an equal. One who wouldnt judge me for who i was, who i’ve become. Someone who would stick through with me. Not one who would call me ‘kid’ and force me out of missions. I don’t need another goddamn big brother, Jon, I have six older siblings. i have never seen you as kin, i never will.”

Say that they’re always gonna stay together….

Domino was plastered back on, completing the walls being built back up. They had seen each other at their most vulnrable, and Damian was never letting anyne past his barriers ever again.

He told himself that he didn't care about the tears in Jon’s eyes, the soft little cries. He forced himself to keep the water pouring from his own eyes concealed in his mask

“Is that just it then?” Jon scrubbed his eyes. “Are we done?”

Damian paused, willing himse;f to keep his voice steady. “If that is how you wish to call it.”

“What about younger us? What about the Super Sons?”

The bat swiveled around. “Keep their name and their legacy out of your mouth, Superman. We are not them. We can never be them again.”

His mask slipped, just slightly, but enough for Jon to see the tearful emerald eyes. 

He stood on the edge of the roof, cape flowing behind him. 

“Goodbye, Jonathan Kent.”

His hearing caught the pained sobs as the younger boy collapsed on a nearby rooftop, his heartbeat thumping erratically. 

Jon had the urge to chase after him, to help him and comfort him, but he knew that nothing would help him break through those walls again. Still, he stuck for a bit, crying himself until he heard Damian’s broken voice sniffle into his comms. 

“Please, Oracle, can you send for one of my siblings to come, I am at (coordinates). Thank you. No. I’m not injured. But not okay, either.”

He flew up into the air, leaving Gotham behind him. 

Still, despite that night, a part of his heart would always, always belong to Damian, to Gotham. Therefore,  he couldn't stop himself from uttering what he was sure would be his last words to his old best friend, knowing he would never hear it himself.

“Goodbye, Damian Wayne.”

I

Love

You

@super-sons-week-2023

#damian wayne #jondami #damijon #super sons #super sons week 2023 #jon kent #jonathan samuel kent #firendship breakup whoops- #thaat still counts right admins? #sorry guys i did warn u tho #angst #hurt no comfort #my writing #i was sleep deprived dont blame me #two birds song #can be read as romantic or platonic

[artemx746]

Can somebody write a soulmate or hanahaki au where the concept isn't extremly amatonormative?

Thanks

#Hanahaki aus sound like a great vessel for angst but I cannot get past the concept #Why is it in every version ive seen a character becomes extremly emotionless if they get the surgery? #does the surgery only take away romantic love or does it take away your love for anything like your interests? #Does an aro person have a kill count for simply existing? #Soulmate aus are generally less amatonormative #But replacing romantic love with platonic love is still a problem #Aplatonic people exist stop erasing them #I have mildly enjoyed (1) hanahaki fic and it was a fucking splatoon f/f agent 24 fic #AND I STILL HATED THE CONCEPT IN IT #THE CONCEPT OF HANAHAKI AS IT IS NOW LITERALLY DOESN'T TAKE IN THE EXISTENCE OF ARO PEOPLE AND IT IS IMPOSSIBLE FOR ME TO ENJOY IT #Fandom culture try not exclude aro and or ace people challenge #I have tried to write hanahaki but the concept irks me so much that it always becomes 'how do I change this so it isn't really shit'

[hydrossity-zone]

[8/3/2023]

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[dont tag as ship! please]

#not enough platonic sonic and amy interaction in the world gotta do everything myself around here #still experimenting with rendering techniques I worked on this all week. couldve been earlier but uhhhhh *hides* #sonic the hedgehog #amy rose #sth fanart #amy rose the hedgehog #sonic fanart #lovecore outfits? lovecore outfits. #checked the layer count on this one its uhhhh. yeag (103 layers) #hydro.art #rose #blue #should be obvious but dont tag sonic as genderbent either

[whumpacabra]

I finished The Wolf and The Hare AU…I am soft about blorbos from my brain.

#not whump #beans speaks #freelancers au #I love them a normal amount. <- projecting queer platonic domesticity on the most traumatized men I’ve made #*giggling and kicking my legs* once I finish posting THIS au I can post a NEW au (and maybe some more canon.) #don’t get me wrong I still love canon it’s just such a larger overarching story ik most people can’t just read a chapter and know #what’s going on. (I say as though twath au isn’t almost 50 chapters and over 50k words*) #*I think? gotta do a final word count once I get it all in a proper Document.