#There is a LOT of explaining that imma do so buckle up

[sunsetsandsunshine]

~ Some Father-son bonding ~

(A/N: I LOVE THIS ITERATION OF SONIC SM- ESPECIALLY HOW THE WRITERS WROTE THE RELATIONSHIP BETWEEM HIM AND TOM FOR THE FIRST AND SECOND FILM. I- SOBSSSS. I LOVE THESE TWO SM SO U KNOW I NEEDED TO MAKE A FIC ABT THEM 💞💕💖💗😭!!!)

Lee: Sonic🦔💙

Ler: Tom🍩🤎

Warnings: A little bit of angst in the beginning, harmful stimming (I’ll tag where it starts and ends) and tickling. If you are uncomfortable with any of the following please feel free to keep scrolling down :)

Summary: It’s been a couple months since the epic battle between Sonic and Eggman. The electric blue hedgehog could finally relax…right? Well…yes and no. Sonic has been living with the Wachowski’s for those couple months and it’s been great! But…he keeps feeling weird. His stomach gets fluttery and he can’t stop laughing for hours at a time…it's…really weird. Maybe he should talk to someone about this…

(A/N: Parent and child relationship. Nothing more. Nothing less. It sickens me that I have to put that in there (bc it should be obvious) but you can never be too sure…I just needed to make it clear that they love each other as family.)

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Sonic was sitting up on his beanbag and playing with the rubix cube Maddie gave him about a week ago. He was dressed in a sweatshirt, a gift from Tom that was like 3 times his own size, going almost to his knees and blue fuzzy socks. He groaned as he finished solving the cube again for probably the 12th time now. Speaking of which, you’re probably wondering where he got the rubix cube from…and before you ask, no he did not steal it. It was quite the opposite actually.

Maddie noticed that Sonic was very fidgety at times and often pulled at his quills when he was nervous about something, or completely bored. So she decided to go shopping and buy the blue hedgehog some fidget toys. And by “some”, Sonic means like about 60-70 at least…he hasn’t counted but by the looks on how freaking heavy the box was when she gifted it to him, his estimation probably wasn’t that far off. 

Sonic groaned again, dropping the rubix cube he had in his hands and placed it on his desk, making sure to put it down delicately so he didn’t accidentally dent it; out of all of the fidget toys this one was Sonic’s favorite and he didn’t want it getting ruined under any circumstances. The hedgehog flopped on his beanbag, looking up at the ceiling and putting his pillow to his face before abruptly groaning loudly for like the 100th time, but at least now it was muffled by the pillow. 

Sonic wanted something but he didn’t know what…and this feeling was starting to get on his nerves.

Well- no- scratch that. He did- he did know what he wanted. But there’s no way in all of Green Hills he was gonna tell anyone about it.

There- there was this feeling in his stomach, but he didn’t know what the literal hell it was, and it’s been eating him from the inside since he’s come to Green Hills. His stomach felt fluttery, almost as if there were butterflies instead of intestines- but not in a bad way! In a very weird, confusing, nice way? If that makes sense? And another thing, he can't seem to stop giggling to himself. Which is odd. Because he didn’t even hear a joke or anything! He was just…giggling. Like what? But most importantly, he was craving physical affection apparently??? Ugh. See why he wasn’t gonna tell anyone about this feeling? Or…whatever this was?

Sonic looked at his phone- not far from where he was lying down on his beanbag. He remembers Maddie saying every time she left before work in the morning that if he needed anything, to text or call her…

This is probably what she meant. 

But he didn’t want to bother her. Sonic knew how important Maddie’s job was and he didn’t want to make it more stressful. Besides, what was she supposed to say to her coe-working people if Sonic called or texted? Oh! Sorry! The over-sized hedgehog I have living in my house wants to talk about this weird feeling he’s feeling! Hm? Oh, what feeling you ask? He doesn’t quite know exactly! 

Yeah. Thanks but no thanks. Sonic could handle this weird feeling on his own. Yep. He could totally handle this weird new feeling by himself. Uh-huh. He’s got this.

…

Maddie…Maddie wouldn’t mind…right?

…

Oh fuck it.

Sonic grabbed his phone and unlocked it, immediately going through his contacts to find Maddie- which wasn't hard. He only had two contacts: her and Tom.

✨💖The Magnificent Marvelous Maddie💖✨

Today at 1:38 p.m. 

Hey Maddie

If uh

If you’re not busy…can I ask you a question?

Sonic turned his phone off and put it next to him and after a couple seconds of waiting the blue hedgehog immediately regretted sending those three texts to Maddie. She’s probably busy anyway. Sonic could figure out this feeling by himself-

PING!

Sonic almost jumped out of his seat at the sudden loud sound coming from his phone. He really needs to figure out how to turn that sound down…he can feel it still ringing in his ears. He turned on his phone to see a text notification- 3 actually- from the one and only Maddie Wachowski…

Well that was fast. 

Hi, sweetie! 

And of course you can ask me a question ☺️!

What’s on your mind, honey? 

Sonic exhaled the breath he didn’t even notice he was holding in, unlocking his phone and going into messages to properly text her.

I’ve been…

I’ve been feeling weird lately- and idk why 

Ever since I’ve come to Green Hills to stay w/ u guys I’ve felt this way…and idk what it is and it’s been pissing me off lately.

So I was hoping…maybe you could help me figure out what it is?

Of course!

Could you maybe try to describe it? 

The thing is idk how to! 

I just- my stomach feels all fluttery 

Not in a bad way tho! Not like a roller-coaster fluttery or about-to-go-on-stage-and-sing-in-front-of-millions-upon-millions-of-people fluttery 

But like- a good fluttery I guess??? I just feel rlly giggly and stuff and it’s weird- but weird in a good way…

…

That doesn’t make any sense, does it?

No no! I think I understand, sweetie

And I think I can help 😊

WAIT- HUH???

YOU CAN???

Well, not me exactly

As of I’m not home right now 

But I’m sure Tom can help!

Wait what-?

How can Tom help w/ this I’m so confused 😭😭😭

Trust me 

In the past, I’ve had the feeling you’re feeling right now and Tom is the best person to help with it- so just tell him what you told me!

Uh…alright!

I guess I could do that 

Thanks Maddie 

It’s no problem, Sonic sweetie 😊

Okay, thanks again- I’m gonna go talk to him now

Bye!

Okay bye! Love you 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰❤️❤️❤️❤️☺️☺️☺️

Love you too 😗❤️

Sonic got up from his beanbag chair, put his phone inside of the desk and opened the hatch downstairs. Sonic quietly tiptoed down the stairs, making sure to dodge the places in the steps that he knew squeaked if he stepped too hard, peeking over the stairway to see Tom watching TV- and from the looks of it it looked like some sheriff documentary- he’s been watching those a lot lately…but Sonic doesn’t understand the hype. The sheriff’s on the TV could be talking about some random paint splatter on the ground and Tom would be hooked. 

“I can hear you trying to be quiet up there, Sonic.” Tom chuckled, still facing the TV as he went to grab the remote on the armrest and pause the TV. The brunette turned to Sonic with a “hah! Caught ya” grin, a grin Sonic knew all too well in his last months of living with him.

 The hedgehog sighed in defeat of being caught, walking down the stairs and going next to the couch Tom was sitting at. The brunette had a grey/gray shirt on with a light plaid print jacket, matching with some black pants and white socks. 

“Uh…’sup, Tom.” Sonic said as casually as he could before leaning on the couches’ arm rest. The brunette eyed Sonic suspiciously, raising one eyebrow as he crossed his arms. Sonic started to sweat under the older man’s glare, whistling and looking anywhere but Tom’s direction. 

“What did you do, Sonic?” Tom sighed, taking the blue hedgehogs’ sudden nervousness as a sign of him doing something he wasn’t supposed to. “I didn't do anything!” Sonic said, mimicking Tom’s expression and pose. The two looked at each other in the pose for a solid minute or two before laughing at their silliness.

“So what do you need, little man?” Tom asked. Sonic cleared his throat, fiddling with his hands and began looking at his feet because honestly? Staring at the ground was much much more easier than looking at Tom at the moment. “I just…I figured we could- y’know- hang out I guess?” The blue hedgehog started, “Some uhm…y’know some father-son bonding activities…?” Sonic said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck, still looking down on the ground. 

There was an uncomfortable silence between the two and Sonic didn't like it. He didn't like it one bit. And the more the silence dragged on the more the blue hedgehog started to second guess himself about coming down to the living room. 

Pfft, “Father-son bonding?” He really has reached a whole new level of patheticness, huh? Why would Tom want to spend time with him? He’s just keeping him around because he pity’s him. He doesn’t actually enjoy his company. Just wait until Tom gets tired of him, then he’ll be all alone again-

Oh this was a mistake.

This was such SUCH a mistake. 

***Harmful stimming starts***

The hedgehog started lightly pulling on his quills out of nervousness with one hand while his other hand started tapping the side of his leg, “O-Or whatever. If- If you want to of course. I don’t want it to seem like you're being forced, hah!” Sonic said, letting out the best fake laugh he could muster before speaking again. “I-If you’re busy- y’know….with, uhh, you’re sheriff stuff…that’s fine as well. I don’t- I don’t care.” Sonic started slowly backing away from Tom, still pulling on his quills- but a tad bit harder this time as his hand tapping on his leg started increasing faster. 

Sonic could hear faint talking in front of him but he couldn’t focus on it. The only thing he needed to focus on was leaving before he embarrassed himself more. “Y’know what? I-I should go, you’re probably doing something busy anyway, uh…lemme get out of your hair, man.” Sonic grimaced, turning away and going to the steps, but before he could walk any farther Tom grabbed both his hands gently. 

***Harmful stimming stops***

“Hey…let’s not do that, okay? You’re hurting yourself….” Tom said softly, holding Sonic’s hands in his own as he kneeled down to try and match Sonic’s height. “Where are your fidget toys?” Tom gently asked, trying his best to keep the questions short and sweet to not overwhelm the younger. These types of moments have happened before in the Wachowski’s house; when Sonic started to panic, asking him too many questions would get him even more upset, so when this happened they kept the questions to a minimum and straight to the point. “I…I left them upstairs…” Sonic mumbled. 

“Oh. That’s okay…uh…here. Sit down on the couch for a sec.” The brunette said as he picked up Sonic and sat him on the couch. Rubbing his head affectionately before walking away to the kitchen rummaging through the kitchen shelves before coming out with a blue squishy ball. He came back to Sonic who gratefully accepted the ball. Tom sat next to Sonic as the younger leaned onto his shoulder, taking another deep breath and exhaling, muscles once tense now relaxed. 

“Sorry about that…” Sonic said, squeezing the stress ball harder and glaring at it as if it stole his last chili dogs. Well this wasn’t how he was planning this conversation with Tom to go. The older looked at Sonic sadly before sighing and turning his gaze looking straight ahead to the paused TV. “You don’t have anything to apologize for, kid. It’s alright.” Tom said. The blue hedgehog hummed at the comic, taking a couple more deep breathers.

There was that uncomfortable silence again, the one that Sonic despised. “I just…I dunno. I feel weird…?” Sonic said, squeezing his squishy fidget ball at a faster pace this time. The older didn't say anything but completely turned to Sonic, letting him know he was listening. The younger somewhat shrunk under the older mans’ look, feeling a tad bit pressure to go on but decided to ignore it. He wanted- no. He needed to get this off of his chest. 

“Ever since I’ve come to stay with you and Maddie after the defeat of Dr. Robotnik, I’ve felt…odd. I feel tingly, and fluttery and it’s just…weird, because I’ve never felt like this before, ever. I talked to Maddie about it in text and she said to talk to you about it…so uh…here I am!” Sonic sheepishly said.

Tom chuckled, “Is that why you said you wanted some Father-son bonding?” The blue hedgehog blushes at the mention, nodding his head. The older one chuckled once again, rubbing Sonic’s head affectionately, “I’d be happy to help you with this fluttery-feeling, buddy!” The blue hedgehog quickly looked at Tom as his ears went up in surprise.  

“Wait. Really?” Sonic asked. “Of course! But before I do, I gotta ask you a question…” Tom said waiting a dramatically long time before continuing his sentence. “Are you ticklish?” The older asked, smirking and raising an eyebrow up. There was a silence between the two, but only this time this one was in complete and utter confusion. The younger ones' eyebrows creased together trying to put together what he was just asked, “Um…gesundheit?” 

“What? No, kid.Tickling. Y'know, being ticklish?” Tom said as he wiggled his fingers near Sonic’s face only to be met by a confused look. “I dunno what you are talking about, man…” Sonic chuckled, now relaxing in the hug as he chuckled at the older mans’ surprised face.

Tom’s dumbfounded expression slowly turned to a soft, genuine smile, then it slowly turned into an evil grin. This kid had no idea what tickling is!

…

This kid had no idea what tickling is…

Oh Tom is gonna change that very quickly.

“Uh…Tom? You okay over there? Your face kinda looks like that green person we watched on Christmas…” Sonic said, wincing at the memory of the man’s genuine expression slowly slowly turning into an evil one. Tom stopped with his evil grin (for now at least), and raised his left eyebrow in amusement. “You mean The Grinch?” He asked, laughing when the blue hedgehog nodded happily at the familiar name. “Yeah, yeah! That dude!” Sonic smiled.  

“I need you to stay perfectly still for this to work though, okay?” Tom said in the best serious voice he could muster, but probably not as serious as he thought since right after he stopped talking Sonic started laughing a bit. “Pfft, whatever you say, Donut Lord.” Sonic snickered, hopping into Tom’s lap facing sideways.

Tom then began to lightly scratch along Sonic’s sides, the reaction was almost immediate as the blue hedgehog began to squirm lightly and grab at the brunette’s wrists; but not pushing them away. Sonic held his breath; trying not to laugh but that plan started to crumble as Tom began to poke at the youngers’ sides; more quickly than he was before. Sonic let out a tiny shriek before descending into little giggles, kicking his legs and shaking his head. Tom smiled at the adorable sight.

“Whahat? Hehey-! Hehey wahahait! Whahat ahahare yohou dohoing?” Sonic asked while becoming a giggly squirmy mess. Tom chuckled at the youngers’ question, making sure to go easy on him since this was his first time being tickled, so he’d start off with light tickles…for now at least. 

“I’m tickling you, silly! Since it does seem to me that you happen to be a bit ticklish~!” Tom cooed, now using two hands to tase around Sonic’s sides. Sonic threw his head back, suddenly lost in a puddle of giggles and fell on the couch, but still in Tom’s grasp as the brunette tickled up and down his sides. “Whahat ahare you tahahalking about?” Sonic giggly asked, his legs lightly stomped on the couch as some pillows fell in the process. 

“Hmm, hold on…” Tom said as he grabbed his phone from his jacket pocket, typing up something but making sure to keep the blue hedgehog in a giggly squirmy mess. “Ah, okay. Goggle states this: Tickling is the act of touching a part of a body in a way that causes involuntary-“ “Ihihi dohohon’t knohow whahat thahat meeheeans!” Sonic whined interrupting Tom, shaking his head back and forth giggling up a storm in the older mans’ lap. “You didnt even let me finish!” Tom laughed, moving one hand to tickle Sonic’s neck while the other still tickled his side. 

“PFFT- nAhAHAH! GeHEt ohOUT ohohOHOF theHEhehere!” Sonic giggly demanded, still holding Tom’s wrist as he scrunched up his shoulders. The older man chuckled before digging both of his hands in both sides of the blue hedgehog’s neck, fingers fluttering up, down, left, and right. Sonic’s feet drummed on the couch, trying to make a daring escape but anytime he was even a bit close to leaving, Tom would poke Sonic’s sides, leaving the blue hedgehog to be an adorable giggly mess. “Stahay still!” Tom playfully scolded. 

“THIhihIHIs ihihis soHO weeheeird!” The hedgehog giggled, his face beginning to turn a light red. And honestly, if Tom could start crying, he would- out of happiness of course. This was to fucking darn cute. 

“How many ribs do you think you have, Sonic?” Tom asked as he held both of Sonic’s arms up against the couch, trying his best to compose himself from not crying from the younger ones’ adorable reactions to the pokes. “Mahaddie sahahaid weehee hahave twehenty-fohour; twehehelve ohon eeheeach sihihide!” Sonic giggly answered, as he remembered Maddie did a walk-through on the human body and how many bones it has. 

“Hm…you sure? Maybe I should count them for you…” Tom didn’t even spare the giggly blue hedgehog a second to protest as he pressed his thumb into the lowest rib on the right side of Sonic’s ribcage, kneading and circling at a very very slow pace against the artificial bone. Sonic screeched at the sudden sensation against his ribs, kicking his legs a bit faster as Tom slowly slowly slowly began to “count his ribs”.

“One…two…three…” Tom counted aloud, remaining on a rib for about 5 seconds before moving up to a different one. Sonic lurched in Tom’s lap, attempting to pry himself out by pushing at Tom’s wrists but only caused the older to pin up his arms and continue kneading at his ribs. “NahAHA! WahahHAHAIT, plehHEHEase!” Sonic whined throughout his frantic cries of laughter. “Ihi sahAHAId iHi hahaHAVE tweHEHEnty foHOUR!” 

“I'm just double checking!” Tom innocently said as if he wasn’t completely wrecking the boy in his lap at the moment. The blue hedgehog squirmed and squealed at the tickly feeling at his ribs, being unable to do anything but just take it. This went on for a couple more numbers but then Tom suddenly stopped “counting” Sonic’s ribs, giving the kid another breather before hatching another evil plan. “Wait, what number was I on, Sonic?” 

“Tohohom! Yohou lihihiterally ohonly counted toohoo sihihix-!” 

“Oh, well. I lost count! Guess I have to start all over again~! 

Sonic froze in place, laughter now raising an octave as he helplessly squirmed in Tom’s grasp. “WahAHaH- waHahaHAIT *snort* nOHo dahHa- *snort* dohOHOHOn’t!” Sonic snorted, descending into a puddle of maddening cackles feeling the fluttery feeling again. So this was the feeling he was feeling…? He’d have to ask Tom later, when he’s not getting tickled to pieces. 

“Awh~! That’s so cute~! You snort when you laugh?” Tom cooed, wiggling his fingers near the blue hedgehog's ribs but very very close to touching him. Sonic’s laughter became more frantic and loud, squirming underneath Tom, and it's not like he could defend himself either! His arms were pinned up! This entire situation just screamed “unfair”. “NahaHAO! IHI *snort* doHOHon’t!” Sonic giggly said, knowing that- yes. Yes he did snort when he laughed, he did just a couple seconds ago…but no way in all of Green Hills he was gonna admit it, especially in this situation. 

“Oho really? What was that adorable noise you made just then, hmm?” Tom smugly asked. “YohOu’re heehEEARihing thihIHIngs…” Tom fondly rolled his eyes as he pinched and kneaded Sonic’s ribs, leaving absolutely no bone left out from his tickle torture. Sonic threw his head back and cackled like a madman, snorting every now and again as he squirmed like a worm, trying to stop the ticklish sensation at his ribs. 

“NAHAHAO! DAHAHAD *snort* PLEHEASE!” Sonic cried. Tom’s eyes widened at the name title the younger gave, not sure if the blue hedgehog meant to say it, but was very honored and happy at the mention. It made his heart melt. “Please what, Sonic? Pleaseeeeee keep tickling you?” Tom smugly teased, grin widening as he saw Sonic’s face heat up in embarrassment. Guess he’s weak to the T-word, huh? Oho I can and will use that to my advantage… 

“DAHAHA- *snort* OHOHO MY GOHOD! STAHAHAP SAHAHAYING THAHAT!” Sonic yelled as he shook his head back and forth. “Stop saying what, exactly? Tickle~? Ticklish~? Tickled~? Or do you want me to simply stop talking? Which one?” Tom laughed. “YEHEHES!” Sonic cried, not even completely knowing what he just said ‘yes’ to- he was too lost in his own laughter. Tom stopped tickling Sonic, letting him have one last breather before the final kill.   

“Ever heard of raspberries, Sonic?” Tom asked, knowing that he the blu hedgehog has, but probably not the ones he’s talking about. “Lihihike thehe fruhuhuit?” Sonic giggly asked. “Nope! Here, lemme show you…” Tom said as he blew a raspberry on the youngers’ tummy causing him to absolutely howl in laughter. 

“OHO MY *snort* GAAAHAHAD WAHAHAIT! WAHAHAIT!” Sonic screamed, completely not prepared for this new tickly feeling on his stomach…and why did it sound so freaking funny??? That was just gonna make him laugh more! “Wait for what Sonic~?” Tom teased as he blew more raspberries on his tummy, and with his free and scribbling up and down Sonic’s ribs. 

“WAHAHAIT- *snort* IHI *snort* DOHON’T DOOHOO THAHAHAT!” Sonic cried, blue sparks suddenly forming on the kids’ quills, sparkling here and there but some going off of his quills and onto the carpet floor, disappearing. Sonic cackled in the older Tom’s lap, the blue lightning on his quills adding a new ticklish sensation on him.

“Huh. Well they do say you learn new things everyday…” Tom mumbled, watching some of the lighting sparks fall off of the younger ones quills. “PLEHEHEASE! IHIT’S *snort* TIHIHICKLISH!” Sonic screamed, more tiny little blue sparks flying off of his quills and onto the floor. Tom chuckled at the little blue hedgehogs’ reactions, moving down to Sonic’s lower belly as he began to lightly flutter his fingers around it. 

“I think you mean ‘it tickles’, bud.” Tom said into Sonic’s tummy, chuckling. Tom was the sheriff of Green Hills- not the sheriff of grammar; at least last time Sonic checked. Tom began to blow more raspberries all over the little blue hedgehog’s stomach, making sure to add a few nibbles now and again to keep the younger in stitches- which worked out really well on Tom’s part. Sonic’s laughter became more high pitched and loud, snorting more frequently as the older started to raspberry and nibble his stomach.

“OHOHO MY GOHOD *snort* WHATEVER!” Sonic screamed as Tom began to switch between his lips and teeth nibbling mercilessly at Sonic’s tummy leaving the poor blue hedgehog in absolute hysterics. 

Tom dug his fingers in the blue hedgehogs underarms.And Sonic screamed. The hedgehog's feet were kicking probably about a million miles per hour, just looking like a complete and utter blur while the blue sparks on Sonic’s quills multiplied. 

“So~! I think I found your most ticklish spot, huh~?” Tom chuckled, lightly scratching his fingers in Sonic’s underarms, making sure to dodge the little sparks of blue lightning coming off of Sonic’s quills- which  he knew tickled the younger even more due to how much he was laughing. Sonic screamed underneath the brunette’s grasp, trying his best to not kick him in the face but the task being very very hard as his feet were kicking around a million miles per hour. 

“NOHOHO- *snort* DAHAHAH! DOHOHON’T!” Sonic howled, shaking his head back and forth while the heels of his feet dug into the couch. Tom, chuckled, now scribbling and scratching in Sonic’s underarms, “I’m barely even touching you!” Tom laughed, almost as hard as Sonic as he began to pick up the pace with his scribbling. 

“STAHAHA! *snort* NAHAHA- *snort* PLEHEHEA- *snort* DAHAHAHAD!” Sonic screamed, as happy tears started forming in his eyes which Tom took as a sign that Sonic has enough tickles for today. “Alright, alright! Just say Uncle.” Tom calmly said as if Sonic wasn’t screaming his head off. “WHAHA- *snort* WHAHAT?!

“Juhust say Uncle, kiddo-“ Tom said as he accidentally hit a very ticklish spot in Sonic’s underarm causing the younger to let out a girl-like squeal. 

“OKAHAHAY! OKAHAHAY! UHUHUNCLE!” 

Tom stopped tickling Sonic; letting the kid have a breather and putting him into a tight embrace. The blue hedgehog giggled softly in the hug as he melted into the touch. “You okay?” Tom chuckled, smirking at the younger who was still giggling from the tickles from before. Sonic nodded, wiping away his happy tears with his hand still giggling a bit. “So~, I’m Dad now, huh? What happened to being ‘too cool for your human parental names’?” Sonic blushed, pulling up his hoodie and sinking deeper into Tom’s chest. “Shuhut ihit….” 

“I really don’t mind you calling me Dad, bud.” Tom smiled. “Wahait whahat…? Reheally?” Sonic asked in genuine confusion looking up at the older with shiny eyes- Tom swore Sonic’s pupils had stars in them at that moment. “Yeah, I don’t mind.” Tom confirmed, patting Sonic’s back. Sonic’s eyes glistened a bit but the younger one soon wiped them. “Cool…” 

“So…that's called tickling?” The blue hedgehog asked. 

“Mhm.”

“So…you tickled me?”

“Yep.” 

“Huh.” Sonic said, not being able to say anything more than that. “How’s that fluttery feeling in your stomach doing?” Tom asked. “Fine, it's doing just fine.” Sonic smiled as Tom smiled back, rubbing his head affectionately and chuckling. 

“Let's go grab you some water, kiddo. And how about we make some cupcakes after that-“ Tom wasn’t even able to finish his sentence as the blue hedgehog excitedly ran to the kitchen chugging a glass of water and putting out ingredients to make the cupcakes. Tom chuckled, walking over to Sonic to join him. 

Tom definitely had to make a note to tell Maddie about his later, but as of right now he was going to bake some cupcakes with his son. And if they burn down the house in the process, oh well…they both can try coming up with a good excuse to tell Maddie as to why the house is in ashes. 

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RAAAAAAH THROWS THIS FATHER-SON SHIT AT U 💖💞💞💞💗✨✨

I LOVE THESE TWO GOOFBALLS SMMMMMM THEY MEAN SM TO MEEEEEE😭😭😭💙🤎. But anyway, hope you all enjoyed it!!! I do have a couple more WIP fics on the way that r almost finished and a gift fic for someone as well which is ALSO almost done so be sure to look out for those :)

❗️❗️❗️ALSO DON'T FORGET TO DRINK WATER. ITS FLAVOURLESS BUT ITS GOOD FOR U SO DRINK IT PLZ❗️❗️❗️

#OK- #TAG TIME. #There is a LOT of explaining that imma do so buckle up #So I HC Sonic in the live action movies (2020 and 2022) to have ADHD #And he gets very fidgety a lot #Sometimes when he’s stressed or upset he pulls on his quills (like pulling hair basically) so Maddie decided to get him fidget toys to help #Anytime he’s stressed he just uses them #(Am I projecting Ah-HA. Ofc not…) #And Tom and Maddie KNOW that Sonic doesn’t just like being in one place so they put different fidget toys around the house #And yeah- #Ik that Sonic called Tom “Dad” at the end of the 2nd movie- #BUT~ #I just wanted it to be a couple months after the 1st movie bc I thought the plot would make more sense :3 #RAAAAH #I’ll explain more I promise lol- I needs to make a whole ass doc or sumthin damn #Also sorry it’d taken so long for a fic 😭😭😭 #My WIP’s r almost done I swear- I just need to pizz-azz them #Sonic the Hedgehog #Sonic the Hedgehog Movie #Sonic the Hedgehog Movie tickle #Lee!Sonic #Ler!Tom #Sonic the Hedgehog has ADHD #Sonic the Hedgehog is neurodivergent #Fight me on that. #Holy moly thats a lot of tags lmao

[bumblesimagines]

Protect Him

Request; Yes or No

Wanda is apparently 28 in WandaVision so Imma keep her age 28-32 while (Y/N) is 19-24.

Also disclaimer: She might be ooc but that's probs cause I only remember edgy Wanda lmao. I also haven't seen a Marvel movie in like a year.

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Wanda felt a soft breeze blow by, strands of her red hair swaying along. She watched with a gentle gaze as people walked or jogged. The park always had people around but it wasn't overly crowded. She could hear the sound of cars behind her, occasionally honking. Wanda felt empty. Vision was gone. Right when they had began their life together in Europe. Wanda felt her eyes burn with unshed tears. She inhaled sharply, quickly wiping away any tears when someone sat beside her.

"Coffee?" Wanda blinked, turning her head as she sniffled softly. Her gaze locked onto the coffee cup, reaching out and gently taking it. She looked at the young man, sitting beside her, lips parting.

"Why?"

"You seem down." He shrugged lightly, looking forward, watching the lake water sparkle from the sunlight hitting it. Wanda noticed the name written on the cup. '(Y/N)'.

"Wanda, right?" (Y/N) looked at her, head tilting. Wanda nodded slowly, eyeing the young man next to her. Her guard was up.

"I've never met a superhero before." (Y/N) said, looking back at the lake.

"I wouldn't call myself a hero." Wanda mumbled, leaning back against the bench. Her finger gently tapped against the cup, wondering if it was drugged or poisoned. She could always use her powers but she didn't want to be seen by other civilians.

"Why not? Saving people makes you a hero by default. Even if some of the Avengers are terrorists, mass murderers, and automatically can't be trusted cause they work for the government." (Y/N) shrugged lightly, chuckling softly. Wanda let a small smile slip, looking forward.

"Sorry for your losses." (Y/N) added, licking his lips and softly sighing. Wanda hummed gently, shoulders relaxing. She finally raised the cup to her lips, taking a sip. The coffee had gotten a bit cold but Wanda didn't mind.

"What brings you here?" (Y/N) asked gently, taking a sip from his coffee as well. Wanda inhaled deeply, eyes shutting briefly.

"I come here to think, I suppose." Wanda answered, unsure with her response. (Y/N) seemed to notice but didn't comment.

"The park is a good place for that. If you don't mind honking and barking." He chuckled softly, shifting slightly to face her. Wanda's gaze dropped to the ground. (Y/N) watched her saddened expression.

"Wanna talk about it?" (Y/N) asked, tilting his head. "We don't have to but.. You can talk and I'll listen."

"I.." Wanda began, glancing at him. She shifted to face him as well, placing her cup down infront of her. The bench was sturdy enough that the coffee wouldn't tip over.

"I miss Vision a lot.. He understood me. He cared for me. He and Natasha were friends of mine and.. They didn't even get a statue or a big memorial like Tony did. They were just as important as him. I'm angry and hurt and.. I lost the love of my life. I watched him die twice and I couldn't save him.." Wanda let out a soft whimper, letting her tears fall freely as her heart ached.

"I should've been more aware.. Maybe.. Maybe if I had done something or- or been quicker, he would still be here. I should've protected him." Wanda sniffled, sobs escaping her as she covered her face with her hands and cried. (Y/N) reached out, gently touching her shoulder and giving it a light squeeze. (Y/N) placed the coffee cup between them elsewhere, scooting closer and giving her a proper hug. She was clearly still grieving and in need of comfort.

"You don't have to be alone in this, Wanda. You don't have to hold everything in until you can't anymore." (Y/N) whispered softly, gently rubbing her back. She sympathized with her. Being a hero had its pros but it had its cons as well. Being a hero meant knowing your family was always in constant danger of being targeted. He could only imagine what it must've been like to watch someone he cared about die twice.

"There's something I do when I'm overwhelmed.. Probably isn't good to do it here but if you want, I can take you somewhere you can." (Y/N) said, pulling back and gently wiping the tears away from her soft skin. Wanda sniffled, brows slightly furrowing. She swallowed, giving a small nod. If anything were to happen, she had the upperhand with her powers. They stood up, throwing away their cold coffees and walking away. The dogs that passed by put Wanda at ease as they went over to a car. Wanda hesitantly got in, buckling in. (Y/N) did the same, driving out of the parking space.

"Are you from Edinburgh?" Wanda asked softly, turning her head to look at him. She hadn't noticed a scottish accent from him but didn't want to assume. (Y/N) licked his lips, chuckling softly as he shook his head.

"You're asking if I was born here, the answer's no. I'm from New York City. I decided to become a.. Nomad after you and your hero friends destroyed the city for like the twelfth time but I decided to calm down and chill for a year or two." (Y/N) explained, giving her a small smile. Wanda hummed, understanding why'd he want to leave. She left for a good reason. To get away from the chaos and guilt. The only person she kept in contact with was Clint. They were each other's rocks. They both knew how it felt to watch someone they loved die. Wanda noticed they were heading away from the city.

"I promise I'm not kidnapping you. We can get donuts after this." (Y/N) said, noticing some uneasiness. (Y/N) pulled into a trail, parking and motioning out. He got out of the car, followed by Wanda. (Y/N) walked forward until there was a clearing and a field. Wanda smiled softly, looking over the field. Everything felt calming. The sound of the birds and wind russling leaves relaxed her.

"I like to go to the middle of the field and just scream. I found this place when I first came here. It's pretty nice to let everything out without hurting anyone." (Y/N) told her, giving her a small nudge. Wanda slowly walked towards the middle, feeling the grass gently prickle her fingers. She stood in the middle and inhaled, eyes closing. She let out a scream, her powers unknowingly making an energy wave. Luckily, it wasn't a big one but it didn't cause some birds to flee in a panic. The grass around her flattened, her hands glowing a bright red. (Y/N) was glad he hadn't gone with her to the middle. Once she couldn't scream anymore, Wanda gently panted, eyes opening as she scanned her surrondings. She felt as if a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. Wanda felt lighter. She heard laughing, turning her head as (Y/N) walked towards her.

"That was incredible to watch. Feel any better?" (Y/N) asked, giving her a smile. Wanda nodded, watching him. She felt like she could finally breathe. Her gaze softened as she looked (Y/N) over. Wanda didn't want to lose him either. She was beginning to get attached.

"I'm willingly to share my secret screaming spot." (Y/N) said, giggling softly after. Wanda smiled, cheeks gently flushing as she chuckled and nodded.

"Thank you." She breathed out. Maybe, she could finally have someone who she could protect and keep safe, no matter the cost.

#x reader #x you #x y/n #x male reader #x male!reader #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x male reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x y/n #marvel #marvel x reader #marvel x male reader #marvel x you #marvel x y/n

[wolfjackle]

Number 12 for the happy fic writer prompt!

From this ask game!

12. What is your favorite theme/subject matter/trope/ship to write about? Why?

Ok, so I had to think about this one for a bit. Which surprised me. At first I was going to say found family or hurt/comfort with a focus on comfort, but that's not really it. They're part of it, but not the central theme.

What I like to write about is someone facing a problem then overcoming it. Especially if the problem is because someone else failed them, though that's not strictly necessary. And wow, does that say a lot about me and reflect way too much about the world around us.

And buckle in, because I am going to to into way too much detail! My love for this theme is obvious if you know what sort of media I love the most. Lord of the Rings, Fullmetal Alchemist, every Tamora Pierce book ever.

I love stories where someone looks around, realizes "this is right," and decides to fix it. Even though it's not their fault. Especially when there's no particular reason anyone should expect them to fix it. But then they do.

This can be an internal conflict. The Good Omens epic I'm working on will involve a lot of internal conflict. (External, too.) For those who don't know, it's a Crowley-was-Raphael fic. Through it, Crowley has to come to terms with his abandonment by his mother (God) and betrayal by his siblings. Aziraphale had to contend with exile from Heaven and his attempts to prove himself worthy of their acceptance again. His journey involves recognizing that Heaven isn't perfect and he doesn't need their approval. Both of them have to do as they did in the book/show and stand together with Humanity against both Heaven and Hell.

In the fic I've published, Crowley is the Pied Piper. The kids have been abandoned by their parents due to events outside of everyone's control and they are determined to save as many of their peers as possible. They accept Crowley's offer of assistance to escape and build new lives for themselves.

In some of the original works I have plotted, it's the same story. In one, magic is draining away from the world and the adults are all too busy trying to keep their people alive to spend any time figuring out the problem. Two girls of magic birth, one raised in ignorance, one raised with the secret knowledge of a lost home, end up claiming their birthrights. They become the leaders of the seelie and unseelie courts and figure out how to bring magic back, thus saving both the human and magical worlds. They didn't break anything, that was the grandfather of the unseelie heir, but they had the knowledge and opportunity and took it.

So yeah, I love writing stories where the lead doesn't shy away when they're presented with a problem and realize they can fix it. Especially if there's no reason they should be expected to fix it.

Sorry this went so long! Thank you so much for this ask! Imma tag @greensword101 and @isalisewrites because I feel like this explains a lot about me.

[oldjane]

So this friend of mine, whose tumblr handle I don’t even know, so Imma link to their ao3 profile instead, was going feral about some movie they saw, and about a JoeNicky AU for it, and I haven’t seen the movie, don’t even remember the name of it, but well.

Here is... Some AU (unedited).

“We have to get out of here!”

Nile’s panicked voice spurs him on. He is running to the dock, hoping the emergency pods are not too badly damaged by the ravage going on around them. Joe is half a step in front of him.

Nicky doesn’t know where everybody else is – most of the inhabitants got evacuated late yesterday afternoon, but there will still be dozens of people who didn’t make it onto the evac shuttles. Nobody expected disaster to strike quite so soon. Nicky knows pods have been leaving all day, but they thought they had at least two more days. There will be people trapped, families who are desperately trying to make it to the pods –

Nicky stops, tries to turn around, but Joe notices and grabs his wrist.

“Nicky, no! We need to go, now!”

“But there might be others, we should –”

“No!” Joe’s voice is sharp, and he tugs at Nicky’s arm desperately. “There is no time!”

His eyes are huge, and his curls stick to his sweaty temple. His shirt is dirty and there is a gash on his arm. It is a far cry from the cool and calm engineer who arrived almost three years ago, introducing himself to Nicky with a wink. But he is still the most handsome man Nicky ever saw.

He fell in love with Joe at that first wink, and somehow, Joe didn’t seem to mind Nicky being painfully shy and blushing fervently as he awkwardly managed to introduce himself. Over the next two months, Joe simultaneously managed to draw Nicky out of his shell and make himself a fixture in Nicky’s comfort zone. They’ve been the best of friends and Nicky kept his feelings firmly under lock, afraid of losing Joe completely.

“Come on, Nicky, please!”

Nicky throws one last look over his shoulder, and Joe almost dislocates Nicky’s shoulder, he is yanking his arm so wildly.

There is nothing Nicky can do, and so he follows Joe. He would follow Joe everywhere.

The dock is in complete disarray. A lot of the stations are empty, and Nicky is glad that so many people got out. The far side of the dock is completely destroyed, and some of the remaining pods seem too damaged to risk the journey.

Nile yells at them to hurry. They run to where she found a pod in a good state.

“I don’t know – I never used these things –”

She is trying to enter the correct code with hands that tremble terribly, and Nicky looks at Joe. Joe nods, and he covers Nile’s hand with his own.

“It’s really easy,” he shushes, and he turns her towards him while Nicky makes quick work of unlocking the pod and firing up the systems. He hears Joe talk to Nile, explain to her how the pods work, what will happen. His voice is soft and calm, and Nile sniffs away her tears as she nods.

Nicky’s heart could explode. Here is Joe, taking care of one of their friends, as if this is just another day and they are not minutes away from being completely wiped away.

Nile steps into the pod, and without hesitation, Nicky and Joe strap her in, as if they have done this a thousand times. Their hands brush. Nicky feels the usual combo of heart flutters and a sense of belonging whenever he and Joe touch, but there is no time for that. He keeps running the procedures, and Joe keeps talking to Nile.

“You will get to the surface, and we will be right behind you, okay? I promise we won’t leave you alone. A beacon signal will alert home base, it will be no longer than thirty minutes before the chopper picks us up. You can open the hatch as soon as this light comes on, okay?” He points to the clear indicator. “The systems are all working perfectly,” he continues, when Nicky reaches the final check. “Tell me what you have to do.”

“Enter my personal code and the take-off code – seven-nine-four, enter, three-nine-three. Then the green button. Close the hatch.” she says, sounding almost normal, ticking it off on her fingers. “When I get up, this light will come on and I open the hatch. You will be right behind me. The chopper will be there not long after.”

“Good,” Joe replies fondly. “You’ll be fine, Nile. Keep your eyes on the screen, the counter will start as soon as you take off. We will see you up there in fifteen minutes.”

As Joe reassures Nile one last time, Nicky scans the stations. They can’t go back to the main section anymore, they need to find undamaged pods here and they need to be fast. The warning signs for critically low oxygen levels have been blasting for at least twenty minutes now. They could run out any minute. But most stations are empty, and the pods that are still here are broken and rusty.

There. Nicky sees one, and as soon as Nile closes the hatch, he pulls Joe along.

He opens the pod, and he breathes out in relief when it reacts immediately. It seems to be functional, and he pushes Joe in, entering the launch key.

Joe goes along, strapping himself in.

“Leave it, Nicky, I can do this myself, get to a pod –”

Nicky knows exactly when Joe notices what Nicky already knew. He starts unstrapping, but Nicky is faster. He locks Joe’s chair in place, keeps working on the take-off checklist.

“Nicky, stop, we can find you one further along –”

“There is no time, Joe,” Nicky says calmly. “We will run out of oxygen in seconds.”

“Come in, then, I won’t leave you –”

“There is not enough oxygen for two, Joe, you know that.”

“We will breathe as little as possible, hold our breath, something! Nicky, they never even tested that stuff, we could –”

“We are not risking it, Joe. One of us has to make it up there alive for Nile. You promised her.”

Joe is frantic now.

“Not without you, Nicky, stop, please!”

He reaches for the touch screen, trying to override Nicky’s commands. Nicky slaps him full in the face, and Joe falls back in the chair, stunned. It gives Nicky just the seconds he needs to complete the final procedure. He knows Joe’s code, of course, they’ve been friends for years, and he doesn’t make a mistake. Then the same numbers Joe told Nile, seven-nine-four, enter, three-nine-three.

“Nicky, no,” Joe begs, and –

Nicky presses the green button, not looking at Joe, not listening to his pleas.

Nicky will die here. He will die, within the next minute, while Joe is travelling up, and –

Nicky grabs Joe’s face between his large hands. One cheek feels hot where Nicky slapped him, but he doesn’t pay attention to that.

He stares into Joe’s beautiful, beloved eyes, and he bends closer to press his lips on Joe’s.

It is too short, too chaste for three years of pining, but there is no time – a crash, close by, vibrates through the structure, and Nicky pulls back. Joe starts saying something, but Nicky shakes his head and closes the hatch, gently but determinedly.

He hears Joe’s voice, calling out for him, but then the pod is sealed hermetically. It takes off smoothly, and Nicky’s knees buckle.

 ***

The fifteen minutes before Joe reaches the surface are the longest and the shortest of his life.

He screams himself hoarse in fifteen minutes, he bangs his fists on the inside walls of the pod until his knuckles burst, and then he touches his lips, where Nicky’s were but the blink of an eye ago.

Almost three years of dreaming about Nicky’s kiss, and –

And now –

He curses himself. He should have known Nicky would make sure everybody else got out before him. He should have seen right through him, should have forced him to go first –

He should have told Nicky he was in love with him three years ago. He should have kissed that man every chance he got, because now he will not ever get to again.

He is too distracted to pay attention to the screen or the indicators, and only when a robotic voice announces he needs to open the hatch because oxygen is low, he mechanically unstraps and enters the correct code.

Nile is floating right by his side.

“Oh, thank God!” she says as soon as he stands up. “Your pod arrived but you didn’t open the hatch, I was freaking out here, I didn’t know if there was a problem or – wait.” She takes a look at Joe, and she cuts herself off.

Joe doesn’t know how he looks – his eyes feel puffy and tears are streaming over his cheeks and his hands are bloodied.

“Wait,” Nile says again, unsteady. “Your pod arrived at least five minutes ago. Why isn’t – where is Nicky?”

Joe can’t help himself. A fresh wave of tears springs to his eyes, and he screams to the heavens.

He wants to dive back into the water, swim down, every meter a meter closer to Nicky, until he drowns as close to Nicky as he’ll ever be again.

Nile gasps.

“Joe, Nicky – Nicky made it out, right?”

He doesn’t answer, just sobs, his lungs burning, his throat choked up.

Nile reaches her arms out for him in a futile gesture, since they are both confined to their pods, and anyway, hers are not the arms Joe wants around him right now.

“I am sorry,” he hears Nile whisper, but it doesn’t help either. It feels like nothing will ever help.

If you asked him two days ago, he would have said feeling the sun on his skin again would make him the happiest man ever – it would have been a lie, of course. Kissing Nicky would make him the happiest man ever, and he got to do that, and the sun is reflecting from the water, but nothing will ever make him happy again.

The water has exactly the same colour as Nicky’s eyes.

He should say something to Nile, praise her for making it up here, assure her they would be picked up any minute now, tell her he loves Nicky with all his heart – though she might have some inkling of that by now – but he cannot bring himself to do any of it.

Then he hears the rhythmic sounds of the helicopter blades, and he will be brought to home base, and he will be further away from Nicky than he ever has been since they met, and –

Nile is winched up first, and then Joe. Somebody is interrogating Nile when he is pulled into the chopper.

“Anybody else coming?” a rough voice asks, and Joe curls in upon himself on the floor as he shakes his head.

“We were the last people at the dock,” Nile says hesitantly, “The two of us and – and Nicky – but we were out of oxygen –”

“So we are still waiting for this Nicky then?” the pilot asks, and Nile looks at Joe.

Joe doesn’t answer, can’t speak, wants to get to the base and be left alone for a week – a month – maybe a lifetime.

“I – I don’t think so,” Nile says. “There were not many pods left, and most were damaged, and – and we’ve been up for ten minutes, and –”

She doesn’t finish, but everybody knows what she’s not saying. There was not enough oxygen left for ten minutes. Nicky isn’t coming.

“Sorry,” the first speaker says. “Let’s go, then,” he directs the pilot, and they swerve off. Joe stares to the window, to their floating pods. A boat will come by later, tomorrow or the day after, to retrieve the pods. Somewhere, miles below, is Nicky.

Did he suffer? Did he regret kissing Joe as he died all alone?

Another sobs wrecks through him, and Nile does pull him closer this time, and Joe buries his face against her shoulder as he cries his heart out.

And then suddenly a harsh beeping fills the cabin.

“What the –” the pilot mutters, and the other guy’s voice is hard.

“You said there was nobody else!”

Joe’s heart leaps into his throat.

Nile speaks up.

“We thought – we didn’t know –”

“Could be something else too,” the pilot mutters. “Let’s check.”

The chopper swerves again, and two dots appear as they get closer, but no –

There is a third pod there, and the beacon signal gets louder, almost deafening Joe.

“Joe – Joe, look,” Nile says, and Joe does.

The pod is battered and cracked, an older model by the looks of things. It’s a miracle it made it, any of these fractures look like they could tear the thing in two any second, and –

Nothing.

The hatch doesn’t open, and Joe dies a second time that day. Is it just an empty pod that managed to launch itself somehow?

They get closer, and still no sign of life. The diver is winched down, and he pries open the hatch so agonizingly slowly.

Then they hear his voice through his comms system.

“There is someone in here. Male, unconscious. Twenty-five, thirty, maybe. Brown hair.”

“That your friend?” the pilot asks.

“Yes, maybe,” Nile says, hope dripping from every syllable.

“Older model pod,” the diver continues. “Takes longer to come up. Amazed it even got here, seems to have not been maintained in years.”

The winching up is silent, and it seems to take so much longer than when it was Joe hanging there. Every second is a lifetime.

“He has a mole on his chin,” the diver then says, and Joe doesn’t believe his ears, asks Nile to repeat, but she just hugs him, laughing and crying at the same time.

“It’s Nicky, Joe! It’s him! He made it.”

And then the diver is pulling him in, and it’s Nicky, and he is breathing, and Joe is sobbing again, from joy this time.

The diver puts an oxygen mask on Nicky, and Joe crawls over, cradles Nicky close, kisses his jaw, his hair, his hand.

He’s gonna do that for a long time, if Nicky allows him to. As soon as Nicky wakes up, he will tell him he has loved him since he first saw him, competently bandaging up somebody who had fallen off a ladder, setting a broken bone and wrapping up a deep wound on their temple. He had been talking softly the whole time, reassuring the woman it would be fine, distracting her from the pain, and at the same time managing to keep the woman’s young child calm. He’d been so effortlessly competent and kind and so damn attractive. Joe had introduced himself and Nicky had been adorably shy, and Joe had been hopelessly lost.

And then he’d wasted three years.

And he’ll be damned if he wastes another second.

Nicky opens his eyes, and blinks. Joe smiles, but he must look a freight. And yet, Nicky pulls off the mask, and he mouths Joe’s name, though no sound comes out.

“Nicky,” Joe stutters, and then he decides talking is overrated.

He softly, gently lays his hands on Nicky’s face. He stares into Nicky’s beautiful, beloved eyes, and he bends closer to press his lips on Nicky’s.

There is nothing short about it. They have three years to make up for, and the rest of their life to do it.

#I write things #The Old Guard #JoeNicky #Kaysanova #fanfic

[therem-harth]

h h hewwo owoo 22 / 23 / 29 / 31 / 34 / 50 / 58 / 61 / 88 in any order, and u can also just. pick only those that u want :3

hhhh-ewwwo? I did say I wanted to chat and I desperately do not want to do work or studies so buckle in for a long post (derogatory). 22. role model? Oh man, I don’t think I have any, like, specific ones for entire things, though I do fall in my hero-worship phaes and then fall out of them like everyone else. I think that taking an entire person and being like I wanna be like them is... not for me though. But I do look up to some people for specific things - I look up to, weirdly enough, Abigail Phylosohpytube who I didn’t watch before her coming out for her graceful coming out video though she admits that the experience wasn’t obviously as smooth. I look up to lots and lots of people for their ability to create and their art (not gonna tag my fav artists bc am tiny and do not want people to look at me, but i do be reblogging). I look up to people like ConcernedApe Stardewvalley and Supergiantgames Hades for their ability to put so much soul in their work, smth I aspire to do. I look up to @not-poignant for, among other things, their idk how to say it best, wisdom in understanding and communicating with others and with myself? I’ve learned a lot by just sort of being in their periphery and seeing how they articulate their thoughts and choose to be kind and witness other’s pain. Hell, I look up to twitch streamers and youtubers sometimes (the recent nice trait I’d like to have if I ever went into bigger content production is how ibxtoycat deals with parasocial relationship realities). 23. strange habits? Hm. I don’t think drinking tea whenever I need a pick-me-up is strange, that’s just probably forcefully assigning a British nationality to me. I think my insistence on misspelling words in a way I think is lowkey funny might be one, I say thamks bc it feels softer, or thank bc it’s funny, I say sleeb, I say finkers or tryink or otherwise replace g with k for lulz. I also don’t know if it counts as a habit but I have a small leather band around my wrist that’s been there for a year soon. Hmmmmmmmmmmmm I probs have like, stranger habits but I can’t recall rn. 29. best way to bond with you? Hmm. Well, if you show initiative and are explicit about wanting to spend time with me, that’s already a big chance of me spending time with you. And then if our interests match and I don’t think that you’re like, young in a way that automatically puts me in a position where I don’t feel comfortable really being myself around you bc in my head I have to look out for you (it has happened with two of my friends, sigh), and we regularly spend time together, voila, friend acquired. It simultaneously doesn’t take much and takes a bit to be my friend and bond with me - it’s easy af to become a casual friend cuz I’m always open to new people, but there has to be a level of trust to become like, a close friend. Respecting my boundaries, talking shit with me, being explicitly committal about wanting to bond with me are big steps that way. 31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names? Uh, I don’t do neither, but a current fave that is reasonably badass is my black tshirt with like, a ritual circle and a deer skull. V edgy, 10/10. I also used to have like a real edgy tshirt with a jester and some dice that said the game of life, but I threw it out bc dysphoria. or maybe I put it at the back of my closet along with one other shirt In Case I Get Top Surgery so I can wear them then. 34. advertisements you have stuck in your head? Many, such is the nature of advertising, alas. I have managed to avoid most of it tbh though, so the only place I am forced to sit through ads so they stick is my scrabble capitalist nightmare app where I play and always beat haha my coursemate. And they have adds for those shitty apps where you have to solve a puzzle that ends up failing in the add and like, drenching a man in green goo. I find those kinda fascinating tbh. Who plays these games? Who plays these shitty shitty games whose ad has to be “prove your IQ“ to make you want to prove yourself to play them? Oh and also, the insidious nature of ads in media I consume - the mcelroys have gotten me informed about many many things bc they do it in a funny way. Have you heard about squarespace? What about meundies? I also literally installed honey yesterday that I knew abt bc of the relentless adds and I wanted to save, uh, 2.50 from my minecraft server purchase (and then spent some time googling how they make money before giving up. just say u sell my data, that’s easier than not knowing what part of this makes you money). I was tired and in a weird mood, ok. 50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have? It’s always the stupidest jokes, what matters more is laughing together with someone and getting caught in a laughing loop. I still remember laughing with my siblings until our stomachs really really hurt bc I think one of us said a rug was vomit-colored and it was funny in the moment. How many times have I laughed like that with you too, vit. I know that Laura’s one is nostrilatu, right? :D :D It’s just something that catches you off guard, I think.

58. four talents you’re proud of having? Oh shid. Hm. 1) My ability to analyze data and understand the basic building blocks of something. Makes me cool at studying and sexy at explaining things to my course-mates. 2) Not a talent more like a skill that I’ve worked hard on through therapy - but my inner positive voice/healthy parent is very strong and automatic (something I was sure would never happen). A good example is me going out for a walk, my phone dying so I can’t listen to music, when I went in my head “well I can always make music in my head. do-do-do *drum sound*“ and I could feel the wave of self-reprimand cresting but before I could actually hear any negative comments the positive voice said with a light of a thousand suns NO THAT IS ACTUALLY CUTE AND SEXY and just haaaaaaah. 3) I sing good. Need to sing more. 4) I think I’m good at making conversation. Even with people I don’t necessarily like or want to talk to. More of a skill again but whatever. 61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.? Do not come to me and ask for favorites, witch. Uh, I have some quotes in my notes app, like 7 from Pia’s writing :D. But imma go with “It’s a serious thing just to be alive on this fresh morning in the broken world“ by Mary Oliver. It counts, ok. Or, wait, something I will for real one day either crosstitch of commission shitpostcalligrapher: “t’s like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn’t want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it’s only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn’t. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something. “What are we holding onto Sam?” “There’s good in this world, Mr. Frodo, and it’s worth fighting for.“” 88. your greatest wish? Hrm. Right now? To have like a couple days with no responsibilities and without the outside world bearing on me as heavily, to be tiny tiny tiny so I’m invisible and can drink tiny tea on a tiny leaf. Uh, in general? My recently formulated wish or a goal is stability/peace. Then everything else becomes ok because you can bounce back to stable ground between feeling shit or everything happening so much. And I’ve sort of reached that. Also like, half a million euros would be nice too so I can get a house and a car and go on a few trips abroad. :D // there’s two ask memes in my blog recently, go wild

#long post #derogatory #personal #i think the wish to be tiny was there more last week #now i just wanna have nice things and fun and a bit of rest but am otherwise less overwhelmed #also hey. talks #chats

[madllamamomma]

I Think I Have a Problem.... (A personal true story).

So as the title suggests, I have a strange problem…. Just as a warning, this is about my view of my younger self. It is about religion, and gender identity. This is not how I see the world anymore. It was how I told how the world should look. If you are offended in any way, please know this is a vent post and nothing to hurt anyone else. This is just what happened to me as a child. Shit….. This is about to get very long winded, so buckle up and here we go… *takes deep breath*

So a little backstory on your Mother Llama: I was raised in a weird backward ass “Independent” Baptist church most of my young life. If you guys don’t know what those are, be thankful…. But I guess I should explain it the best way I can…. they are a borderline cult. Yes. I said it. I’m not sorry. It may sound like an extreme accusation, but hold on. Just listen to me.

Now, I have no problem with Christians, or religion. You should believe whatever you want to believe in…. I do however, have a problem when religion is used as an excuse to not educate minds about the real world, force them to not let them think for themselves, and when someone questions any of it, they are punished or shamed for it instead of thinking about an answer. If you can’t tell, I am still a little angry about that shit. Imma try to keep on topic here….

I wasn’t taught science (real science anyways, it was all about ‘creation’ bs—OH! And being anything but a cis straight person was compleltly unexceptable. Woman were the weaker sex and were made to raise babies and take care of the husband. Men were superior and should be taken care of.) nor about World history or about other cultures, other than biblical of course. And when they were mentioned, they made them look evil and behave like heathens because they didn’t believe the same as they did. Everything changed when I went to public school half of fourth grade when my family moved to a different state and there wasn’t any church school like I went to. I learned a lot those years, that ‘The World’ wasn’t as bad of a place as they said it was. It was vast and had many things to offer. (No, not the World, Dio’s stan power from Jojo’s bizarre adventures—that is what our pastors called anything outside of the Baptist approved realm. Something ‘Worldly’ was basically something sinful and ungodly and therefor was bad and wrong).

So this may seem like a strange Segway in to what I am actually getting at, but I had a huge crush on this boy back when I was young and it started when I was about 12 or 13 years old and ended when I was 16. He was the same age as me, and he was the son of a pastor of a small church of about 20 people, mostly military families— we will call him.... D.... for dick...

I thought for a long time that I ‘loved’ D. I thought that ‘God made him for me’ (yes I really said that and it hurt to even write it). I really thought I knew what love was back then, but I was very wrong.

D was homeschooled, he didn’t have many friends and was also a navy brat like I was. So, naturally, we got along very well, and I would hang out with him at his house sometimes. We mainly played video games I was terrible at and he would always bet me. But I liked hanging out with him, so I didn’t care if I won or not. My heart for some reason was totally head over heels over D. And he liked me too for a while… or at least I thought he did… He however never made a move. I always thought D was just too shy, and didn’t know how to ask me. Any time I tried holding his hand, I’d chicken out. It was a stalemate. But this particular church did a thing where people had to court. Yes... COURT someone, not DATE (Courting is where you had adult chaperones keeping an eye on you two, you were never really alone. Ever, because apparently you can’t be trusted?). When we both turned 15 yo, D started a private Christian school. Being the awkward girl I was, I never told him how I felt, I just waiting for him to say something. Time passed, and I still waited and waited for him to ask me out.

But here’s the thing! He didn’t know the real me.

I was in public school, in middle school, and I started to become a weeb. Like a super cringy weeb that didn’t like anything else but anime—I was also kinda emo/punk kid thought I was edgy. (Yeah rock music was bad too, it was ‘Worldly’).Not a very good mix for Baptist I know. At school, I was one person, and at church I was another.

Well, being an anime fan meant I was exposed to a lot of things like the LGTB+ community for the first time. A lot of my friends at the time started to come out other than straight and that was very new to me.

During that time, I soon was starting to secretly question my faith, my understanding of my own sexuality and gender. Like, maybe people liking the same sex or both is actually not a bad thing after all (if you haven’t seen any of my works, hopefully you guys know that I know better that what I was taught—I am a proud fuckin’ ally! I still consider myself cis-straight, but some days I feel like I’m bi-curious, and that’s ok! It took me a long time to realize that, but I’m here now. Gender roles are dead and stupid.)

So here is the kicker~ One faithful day we had a guest pastor join us for a few weeks from another church. This mother fuckin’ nasty ass old white man from Alabama came with his ‘perfect quiet godly’ wife. Who badly ever spoke a damn word. She always just sat in the corner all ‘ladylike’.

—Oh!!! Another fun fact, I didn’t wear pants for a year when I was 10 yo becasue that was considered “cross dressing”— I’m dead fucking serious. My parents then decided after attending sporting events and stuff like that to drop that ludicrous lifestyle, becasue it was stupid. So, Outside of church, my family and I still wore pants and shorts and whatever, but in church we pretended that we didn’t wear anything but modest skirts, dresses, and long culottes. (That’s a little damaging…. don’t you think? Telling people your one thing, when in reality you're not like that at all??)

Anyways— I hated skirts, especially wearing them in the state we lived in, it was way too hot and I’d get chafed (these had to be knee length or longer btw). And of course that guest preacher would preach about the sins of women wearing pants, but I didn’t care. I wore them for so long, it just made me angry anytime someone would bring that up. I liked my jeans and I was starting to become a rebel teen who gave less than a fuck and started to speak my mind. Which was dangerous to that community…. Also I had a bad tendency of not keeping my legs together when I bent down, and one time I accidently showed my underwear (that’s really embarrassing btw, it’s not cute, it’s not funny, it’s awful when you're 14 yo-- really any age actually).

So, one day I wore a long jean skirt for a youth outing with the church. I was required to wear it, but I always wore leggings underneath so I wouldn’t accidentally show my undies if I fell down or the wind blew it. This fucker had to say something about it. The old man turned to me with a wrinkled smirk as I was passing by him and dared to utter, “Now, don’t you feel most femine and ladylike in that skirt? I’m sure Jesus would like seeing you like that.”

My shoulders clench up tight, my brow furrows. All I can remember seeing is fucking red and actually trembling with fury. (This was happening in my pastor, D’s father’s, own living room mind you.) D was there watching as I blanched about ten shades of red in anger and embarrassed because that prick of an old man called me out in front of everyone. I turned to him and half shouted, “NO! I don’t!” I could see my pastor’s mouth drop to the floor as I began to completely obliterate this old man. But I couldn't stop myself as I started to further cut into him. “—I hate wearing skirts! I don’t feel ladylike! In fact, they make me feel vulnerable! What if some guy tries to rape me! They won’t have any problem getting to me!—Why is something with a whole on the bottom more ladylike than something that actually covers me?! I like pants! They are comfortable and they make me feel safe! Why is that a sin to wear something that is more covering?!?! I’m not cross dressing, my mom bought them in the girl’s session!! [Keep in mind that was a long time ago, I don’t feel like people should care about what section they get their clothes from, wear what you want] And what do you know about wearing a skirt?! You’re a man! You try wearing them! They suck! You need to stop telling me what I can and can’t wear! I’m not dressing like a whore for wearing something with a crotch!! SO LEAVE ME ALONE!!” Everyone in the living room was just stunned at my audacity to dare speak to this pastor like I did. But he was so fucking quiet after that. And I stormed out of the house and the guest pastor never spoke to me again about it. Luckily my mom came and picked me shortly after that. She was angry too after I told her what happened. That old fuck singled me out and I was pissed off. I was a teenager and that shit was embarrassing!

But I made the mistake of showing my true self. I think after that moment, D stopped liking me after that.

Some shit went down south with my parents behind closed doors of my household, and eventually they got divorced. They left the small church because the pastor didn’t approve of it. Pastor said that my parents just needed more counseling but he didn't understand that they just needed to not be together. Sometimes you can’t make things work. Especially when your dad is a toxic piece of shit that only cares about himself.

Anyways, everyone in my family left the church, but I stuck around that shit-hole just to see if D would ask me out. I was so desperate, I felt like I waited forever, but really it was like 2-3 years, and I felt like I couldn’t give up. Eventually D and I turned 16. He started to become distant and a little mean towards me and I became confused and started to realize the worst. Finally, I was tired of waiting so I asked his older sister if he liked me on the way back taking me home. I could see it in her face, that she didn’t want to have my heart broken, but reluctantly she told me no. He actually liked another girl at his new private school and was going to ask her parents to court her instead.

I was so devastated.... It hurt so much, I cried myself to sleep that night, and most of that week I was very sad.

Obviously, after that, I stopped going to church entirely, I couldn't show my face anymore. Finally let myself question my faith, sexuality, gender roles, and humanity all together. And realized that religion was stupid (in my opinion at the time) and I came u with the conclusion that people can be sheep. I was a sheep for a long time. And I refuse to be one ever again.

High school was very enjoyable after that, and I let myself grow and started to love other religions and world history, and tried to stop being so judgmental of others and what they felt like. I even got into a relationship with a sweet boy around my age.

Eventually in college, after a break-up with my high school sweetheart, I reconnected with D via FB. Apparently, the church went under and his parents moved away to Greece to be missionaries or something. D still lives in the same town I’m in, but graduated from a “Christian academy”—not Catholic, Christian. Catholic colleges are accredited at least. But he basically told me he was a secret “bad boy” now. He lost his virginity in highschool, (like I did) and he was totally trying to booty call me. Not even hiding it either! He was like, “Hey, Llama, you wanna fuck?”.

And I was like, “D! You broke my fucking heart when we were young! Don’t you remember that???”

And he was like, “Oh no! I had no idea! (the fuckin’ liar). Well, we can fuck now!~ *wink, wink*”

🤨

This is where I was a jerk.... Because he broke my heart. I led him on, told him I would meet up with him at his house to sleep with him, and just didn’t show up—ghosted him ever since. The worst part about that, is I still don’t regret doing that to him. I hope I hurt his feelings and felt like an ass like I did.

So years have passed, I consider myself as a rather successful woman now. I’m 27, I consider myself Buddhist (I am a terrible Buddhist I know), I am an Occupational Therapy Assistant and I have a great husband (I married the guy I was with in high school). And he loves the real me—the crazy closet weeb, cartoon watching, creative, expressive, me! The person who also writes fanfiction about a romance novel and he is fine with it. Because he is a huge nerd too and we are both nerds together.

My husband is my best friend and I don’t know what I’d do without him. When I write about Rhemi and Muriel, I draw a lot of inspiration with our conversation we have and how relationship dynamics are and I think it makes the writing more authentic and makes them feel a bit more real.

I love my husband more than anything… So why do I keep dreaming about that stupid asshole that just liked the fake me? D was and always will be a total tool. He is like the basic bitch of a man. And yet I still find him creeping in my dreams and I try to cheat on my husband with him in them. I wake up feeling totally terrible and weird after them too. D is a terrible fucking person—the worst person you can be in my opinion—The kind of person why lies and tells people one thing, but hides the fact that he’s really just a nasty fuck boy. If you are one, just be honest! Don’t tell another woman you're a good christan man, when really you’ve slept with not just one, but multiple girls! That how you get fucking STDs! I hate being lied to, and I’m sure other girls do too! So I guess that’s why I do, because I felt like I was lied to my entire life. Then again, why should I even care?! Why do I feel like I still obsess over him? I hate him so much now! So why do I even care? Why do I still find myself stalking him on social media? Why does it even matter? Why do I want him to see I’m happy without him? Why do I want him to see what he could have had with me? We were just stupid teenagers! Why did I care so much? Why did it hurt so much when I found out he didn’t like me?! It’s been over a decade, and we didn’t even really date! Why did this affect me so hard? …. FUCK!

So yeah. That’s my long ass rant for you all… thanks for coming to my ted talk.

#story time #mad llama momma story #true story #weird dreams #why does my brain do this? #anybody relate? #does anyone get me? #vent post

[secret-engima]

so we've seen Axis's reaction to Nox's limp, but what about Regis and the rest of the Citadel crew? What's their reaction to him having a limp that comes and goes and chronic pain? And then that Noctis and Nox resonate so well /Noctis/ can fell an echo of it? And one morning, the first time no one can find either of them, when they're in Ardyn's room? What's the reaction there?

Hmmmm, alright everybody buckle up imma get LONG again:

-It takes a while for them to truly notice. Not because they are unobservant, but because Nox has gotten good ad hiding it over the years, it’s a subtle limp, and there is usually some kind of excuse for it the first few times they notice it. The first time he is recovering from magical exhaustion of saving Noctis, the second, third, and fourth times he is sparring or leaving the training field after a hard session. Cor scolds him the fifth time, for pushing himself so hard, tells him to take a potion for whatever injury he’s given himself and then rest for a day. Nox just blinks at him blankly, then nods, Cor assumes Nox was surprised that someone cared enough to stop him. He doesn’t realize that Nox has no idea what injury Cor is talking about and is only nodding because his instincts don’t want Cor to frown at him like that.

-I feel like it takes at least a month. Probably closer to three or four before Regis finally realizes that Nox is limping, faint but there, just while walking down the hallway with Noctis. They’re still in the awkward stage of their relationship, so Regis is almost afraid to approach, but a glance at Clarus and Cor prove they’ve noticed it too, and the look on Cor’s face is dark, like when he’s caught one of his trainees doing something he told them not to. Regis decides he’d better broach the subject before Cor goes into his trainer mode and scares Nox half to death.

-He tentatively approaches and asks if Nox is hurt, gently hints that the doctors will be happy to give him a potion to help and that he doesn’t need to stay hurting for frugality sake if that’s what he’s worried about. Nox gives them the blankest look imaginable, his surprise briefly overriding his skittishness around Regis, and says that he’s fine. He’s not hurt. Everything’s fine.

-Cor growls, low and dark and warning for the perceived lie, Nox flinches on instinct and Clarus steps in with a stern observation of Nox’s limp before Cor can threaten to smack Nox over the head or something (they love their youngest battle-brother, but he never did quite shake the urge to threaten things that bothered him with violence, even when it’s a discussion about injuries). Nox’s stare deepens, then suddenly there’s a light of realization-

-A paling of dread as he looks away. Nox repeats that he’s not hurt, busies himself gently fussing with Noctis’s hair while the littler boy looks on in confusion over the conversation. Before Cor or anyone else can insist that clearly he is, Nox sighs and tells Noctis to go do his homework with Ignis, promises over Noctis’s whining to make it up to him later with a video game of Noctis’s choice. Regis gets a feeling of deep dread. That Nox would send Noctis away, like he doesn’t want Noctis to hear whatever is said next.

-There in the empty hallway, Nox bluntly tells them that he always limps. Old childhood injury to his lower back, he explains with a shrug, and even though he’s been through therapy, he’s never managed to shake the limp. They have no reason to disbelieve him, and Regis’s mind flits to the scars he’s glimpsed over the months, the pages upon pages of doctors reports from when he was first brought in that mentioned copious scarring on his torso, legs, and yes, lower back.

-Regis apologizes for the misunderstanding and it is Cor, ever nosy and blunt that asks what Regis desperately wants to know. What happened?

-Nox stares at the wall rather than them for a long time. Then he presses a hand in the small of his back and smiles very very thinly.

-”You didn’t think that night was the first time Niflheim has put a Marilith on the road in hopes of killing someone, did you?”

-The silence that follows is horrified. Regis feels cold all the way down to his bones, is picturing, sudden and vivid, his eldest child as a child, bleeding out and terrified on some unknown highway while a Marilith looms over him with the intent of tearing him apart. By the time Regis shakes the horror and the imagery away, Nox has already fled, limping down the hall to go catch up with Noctis. Regis doesn’t have the courage to call him back.

-Putting the other questions under a read more because this length is going to get ridiculous:

-It’s Noctis that spills the beans on the chronic pain. Like- it’s obvious if one thinks about it, about Nox’s limp, and yet, like a lot of things, it’s the obvious things that go unnoticed. Regis has gotten reports from the servants before about Noctis not being in his bed but Nox’s in the morning and is ... a bit worried but lets it slide. It’s understandable that Noctis has nightmares after what happened, and while it hurts that Noctis didn't come to Regis, his older brother has been nothing but gentle and kind to Noctis so far (if overwhelmed and fidgety at times). Regis does, however, still check on Noctis to make sure he’s doing okay. Tracks down his youngest while Nox is elsewhere and asks him if he’s alright, mentions the servants reports.

-Noctis holds himself tight like he’s suddenly cold, shuffles more snugly onto Regis’s lap as he whispers “I don’t know what the nightmares are about. But- but it hurts so bad. I don’t want him to be alone when it hurts so bad.”

-What.

-Gentle questions past the vice in his throat reveal - a great many things. Noctis and Nox are- somehow- either through blood or the shared trauma of That Night, magically resonant. Not an unheard of thing, but between two siblings raised apart for so long, with such an age gap between them is ... extremely rare. Resonance is usually stronger in sleep or in stressful situations, so the fact that Noctis is apparently glimpsing Nox’s dreams is also not unheard of. The fact that Noctis cannot remember anything but the terror and pain of them when he wakes is very, very disturbing.

-Then Noctis whispers into Regis’s jacket that even when Noctis doesn’t have those nightmares, Nox hurts, and Regis’s heart freezes. Noctis fidgets with the gold buttons of Regis’s suit, not looking at his father as he admits that he can feel it sometimes, a tiny phantom ache in his bones from his lower back all the way to the back of his calves. But for Nox, Noctis whispers shyly, for Nox it’s so much stronger, and it’s all the time. “I asked him about it once,” Noctis admits with tears in his eyes, “I asked him to go to the doctors to make him better, and he said they couldn’t help. That he’s been like that for- for so long he doesn’t even really feel it anymore. That all it does is make him tired. But he does hurt. He does. I can feel it sometimes and it makes me want to cry, but he feels it all the time, so much that he can’t- he can’t remember what it’s like to not hurt anymore. He only thinks he doesn’t hurt because he can’t remember what not being hurt feels like.”

-Noctis bursts into tears and Regis holds him close and struggles not to cry as well. Promises himself to investigate this somehow, because he believes Noctis. Believes that his youngest can feel the pain of his eldest, that his eldest is so hurt (the limp the limp why did he not put that together-), has been hurt for so long that he doesn’t know what life is like without it. Regis promises himself to get Nox to go to the doctors, hopeful get some kind of prescription to ease whatever pain Nox is so used to yet drives Noctis to tears with just hints of it.

-And finally:

-Somehow, Regis is both not surprised and also very surprised when Cor comes storming in, tense and angry with reports from the servants that Noctis and Nox were seen leaving Ardyn’s room. And have been several times for the past week. To say that Regis’s mind goes to the worst option in an instant is an understatement. Because while he trusts Nox around Noctis without hesitation, Ardyn is different altogether and if ... something horrible was happening, then Nox might have been trained to see it as normal and not realize that it was wrong to participate and to include Noctis in it.

-Regis is not a fool however. He does not want to start a fight with Nox’s uncle and send Nox fleeing into the hills without proof. So he looks over his options. Option one is to ask Nox and Noctis directly. Option two is to ask Ardyn Izunia. Option three is to plant a camera and microphone in Ardyn’s room.

-Not being a total idiot but also being totally paranoid, Regis does all three (he can feel bad about invading privacy later, but he is king and those are his sons and he must be absolutely certain of their safety). Noctis spins the same narrative about unknown nightmares that, for reasons he can’t explain, need Ardyn’s presence as well as Nox’s to sooth, talks about how Ardyn tells them stories till they fall asleep. Nox is more reticent to talk, but mumbles something along the same lines. Ardyn, upon being asks, just blinks and tilts his head in seeming confusion before retorting that he “does his job as uncle and soothing their bad dreams, what else would he be doing?”.

-Regis wants to believe them, but the thought of practice stories and blackmail haunt him too much not to have the camera and microphone planted. For better or worse it doesn’t take long for it to happen again. Noctis and Nox slip out of their rooms on some unspoken signal, tiptoe down the hall to Ardyn’s suite where Nox lets them in. Regis watches the live footage, having been roused by Cor the moment the hallway cams picked up Noctis and Nox leaving their rooms, and he, Clarus and Cor watch and listen through the low-light camera as Ardyn wordlessly scoots over in his bed to make room for the two boys. As Nox boxes in Noctis between himself, reaches over to lay a hand on his uncle’s side as Ardyn strokes their hair and murmurs gently, “There now, nightmares again? It’s been a bad week hasn’t it.”

-Noctis sounds so frail and frightened it makes Regis’s heart feel like it will tear in two as he asks, ”Tell us more about the Brave Little Duck, please? I don’t- I’m scared. I don’t wanna be scared.”

-They watch as Ardyn sighs gently and shifts so that his back is braced against the headboard, his fingers alternating between Nox’s hair and Noctis’s as he murmurs, “Alright, Noctis. Now, where were we last time? Ah .... I recall. Brave Little Duck had gotten lost with Fakir the Dark Knight as they went searching for their Prince. Now, together the two unlikely allies trekked through the dark until they came to a dead end and a small pool. Little Duck realized that there might be a way out beneath the water, but the only way to check was to take off her pendant and reveal her true form so that she might probably swim...”

-The story goes on for almost an hour, Ardyn weaving a strange, silly story about a magical Duck girl who danced to save a prince in a low, soothing voice until it becomes clear that both Nox and Noctis are fast asleep. Ardyn tilts his head back to rest against the wooden headboard, his silhouette very tired as he still gently strokes their hair.

-Regis, Clarus, and Cor turn off the camera on an unspoken agreement. Have it removed from Ardyn’s quarters while he is out the next day and never speak of it again.

-Sometimes though, Ardyn looks at them and Regis could swear that there is knowing in his gaze. A low, burning sort of anger hidden in his blue eyes that they would even suspect him of laying a hand on his precious nephews.

-But that’s impossible. Ardyn couldn’t have known the camera was there, so Regis refuses to drop his gaze from Ardyn’s, and eventually the tiny thread of anger fades away and the man goes back to chatting with Nox as if the staring contest had never happened.

#SE asks #anon asks #Melodies and Manuscripts #Nox verse #Secret Engima Rambles

[yeet-imma-skeet]

Where is the Sky?

(Based in @starr-fall-knight-rise ‘s unique universe. Part 3 of the story.)

(Part 1: https://yeet-imma-skeet.tumblr.com/post/613232997621202944/the-sky-is-falling)

“Motherfuck! What the hell is happening?!"

Silva felt the ship rumble below his feet before he was slammed against a wall. Flashing red lights painted the hallways in crimson red as the regular lighting flickered sporadically. Heavy thuds of footsteps and startled yells echoed down the turbulent ship, creating quite the cacophony with the blaring alarm calls.

He had been brutally awakened from his scheduled sleep shift, making quite the hilarious sight for any crewmen who ran by. He glared at a marine for giggling at his colorful choice of boxers as he made a mental note to assign him to cleaning duty after all this was done. Rubbing his hurting shoulder, he eventually stumbled onto the main deck.

"Status!" He roared.

"An asteroid field came out of nowhere, sir!"

Silva crashed onto his seat, "How the hell didn't we see it?!"

"Cloud of gas, sir!" Another rumble shook the ship, "Whatever was in that space fart jumbled up the scanners!"

"Damn it, how's the ship?"

A panicked officer reported, "Several near breaches to the hull and one of our thrusters is shot!"

"Filho da puta!" He cursed in Portugese, "Buckle up, I'm going manual!"

"Sir! But the field—"

Silva grabbed an emerging steering wheel, "I'm not a captain of a fucking spaceship for nothing, sergeant!"

The deck cowered into their seats, feeling the artificial gravity pull them back harder. Latinar, the only resident Drev officer, could only hope that whatever spirit kept the human race hardy would be there with him through the chaotic ride of death or maybe transport his soul back the Anum when they crashed. Living was desirable but it was impossible to fly through the field unharmed. Oh how he wished he stayed back on his planet in the face of these odds...

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The dolmier was quiet again except for the crunching of bone. Galia huffed as she bit into her "ration", trying to find whatever marrow was left inside of her daily meal. She had a bit of luck with last week's ration as the factory-processed bone had some marrow growth inside, providing quite the tasty morsel, but today’s had next to nothing.

She tossed the rest into her jaws, crunching away, "Orb, is there anything else beside's bones onboard? Like, I don't know, dewern jerky?"

The hovering metallic orb nearby didn't move as it projected, "There are no recorded crates of dewern jerky. The laboratory is making a suitable replacement via organic printing but it will take approximately—"

"Fifteen to twenty cycles to complete one. I know!" She knashed her teeth together in frustration.

“...Would you like an update of their highness’s status?”

“Yes please,” She absentmindedly wrapped her tail around her sitting form, “Tell me about our distress signal too.”

The orb moved from its spot, whirring quietly around two upright stasis pods. Galia held a hand to her missing eye as it twinged at the fresh memories. A transparent screen popped into her vision as the orb blocked her view. She squinted at the device in suspicion but thought nothing of it as she scanned the information.

Nothing much had changed in their condition, only that their brain activity was unusually active. It was possible to sneak a peek into their subconscious dreams with the tech onboard, but the orb suggested against it while they were infected in case other side effects occurred. Another square projected next, showing the familiar communications screen, albeit the receiving end was offline due to an unfortunate escapade through an asteroid field. It was just one moment when Wace was explaining their state-of-the-art autopilot system when they got tossed to the floor while Al managed to faceplant into a control panel, breaking an important component with his comically hard head.

She quietly chuckled to herself as she waved away the screens, "Set a hunting game to the dimensions of the ship, I'm getting the Stiffs."

"Certainly, Vigil."

"Don't... call me that."

"Command acknowledged. Certainly, caldat."

"Better."

Galia stood from the low table, stretching her arms to the air with a groan. After gazing at her two unconscious princes within their pods for a minute, she trotted out the medical bay in preparation for a little work out. It pained her to do nothing as they laid in comas so she did what she did best. Train.

A robotic voice announced, "Hunting simulation, set level ten, time limit indefinite. Placing prey..."

Her arials perked up, hearing the familiar sounds of feint snuffling and cautious steps throughout the dolmier. It sounded almost like she was back on Faris, hunting for her next meal if it wasn't for the quiet humming of life support systems in the medical bay.

"Placement complete. Starting round... Begin!"

She shot off into the corridors, thinking of nothing else but her growing hunger...

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"Vamos Esperança!"

The ship rattled and moaned under its pilot's acrobatics. The crew could hardly believe that they had survived for nearly an hour of manual flight, having a lot more respect towards their captain. A loud crunch sounded as a bit of ricocheting space rock hit their starboard side. Nevermind, they're taking it back.

An officer yelled, "Sir, we can't take much more of this!"

"I know! Just tell me when you see an opening!" Silva yanked his wheel back violently, causing the ship to pitch upwards.

Latinar would've been nauseated if he was human and thanked the spirits for being born a Drev at the sight of his hurling crew mates. He also would've found it very disgusting if it wasn't for a small blip appearing on his sector scanner.

The gray Drev bellowed, "Clearing left! Setting a beacon, sir!"

A yellow dot appeared before the captain's focused eyes, directing him to the said clearing. With no hesitation, he dived for it, weaving through jagged rock and colorful gas. The rainbowlike fog made him miss near crashes as he bit his cheek with every turn. Latinar continued to stare at his scanner, trying to follow where the captain wanted to head but found his mind a jumbled mess. He found no way to read the environment like a human could and stood agape at Silva's rugged precision. Despite his unique choice of Tabasco red boxers and a cheeseburger T-shirt, he looked like the human leader Latinar imagined him to be.

The squeal of ripping metal made everyone cover their ears in pain as the ship spun forward. A boulder had torn through the ship.

"Port side breached! Stabilizers shot, sir!"

Somebody wailed, "We're all going to die!"

If looks would kill, Silva would've atomized the poor officer. He spun the wheel with a hard tug as he accounted for the damage. The ship wobbled more than he liked but he managed to squeeze through every gap he targeted.

He whispered, "C'mon baby."

The pinged beacon grew closer in his sight, showing sanctuary beyond the asteroid field. Holding his breath, Latinar gripped his seatbelts tighter as he leaned forward in interest. Silva somehow looked like he was caressing the steering wheel, projecting his will and determination with gentle hands as he let out what seemed to be a war cry. The gray Drev couldn't help but be swayed with him, crying one of his own. Together they yelled at the universe, flinging a primal "Fuck you!" into the nonexistent wind. Then they barrel-rolled over an asteroid and into clear space.

A cheer spread throughout the ship, overflowing with joy. Some laughed hysterically while others shed a few tears in relief. Latinar found himself breathing heavily after his great bellow, riding on waves of an indescribable exaltation. He wondered if humans always felt like this since they always did the impossible. A sweaty hand flopped onto his shoulder, making him look back to see Captain Silva grinning from ear to ear, a stark contrast to his usually grim face.

"Good ride, Lati?" He asked.

The Drev gasped back, "S-sure."

The captain's chocolate eyes gazed into the wide expanse of space before a grimace set on his face, "Damage and casualty report."

The deck scrambled to their respective devices. Their scurrying movements reminded Latinar that they took heavy damage, severe ones at that.

"Port side sectors 2-D through 3-C breached."

"Starboard side sectors 5-A and 6-A breached."

"Warp core is stable though damage to communication hub prevents us from contacting the GA."

"Three main thrusters heavily damaged. Stabilizers on port side shot."

“Meaning we can only move at around twenty-five percent efficiency then?”

The officer swallowed, “Yep.”

A white-clad medic ran into the room as Silva tried to restrain himself from kicking an overturned waste bin. Seeing a few cuts and bruises, the nurse ignored the fuming captain, treating those who moaned in pain.

“How’s the situation, doc?”

The medic’s hands kept bandaging as she replied, "Med bay reports around fifty injured and counting. As for deaths..."

Silva returned to his chair as he solemnly asked a nearby officer staring pale at his screen, "We have the life signal implants updated, lieutenant. Report."

"...One hundred and seventeen life signals offline, sir."

The air in the room grew cold as the humans had a mixture of reactions. Some held tight fists in anger, some had tears run down their cheeks, and others just gazed into the unknown. They no doubt had various friends around the ship and couldn’t bear the thought of one of them gone. Even if it was in the job description, death stilled shook them all. Captain Silva put his head in his hands, heaving a deeply strained sigh, causing the deck to look at him in concern.

An officer stood from her seat, "Captain, it—"

"I'm okay." He held up a hand, showing determined eyes, "Before we can grieve, we need to get up and running. Prioritize fixing any minor breaches, finding any MIA, and getting communications back up. Set everything to low level power consumption and ration meals until we find out about how long we're staying out here."

Silva kept giving orders to the crew, doing everything he could to amend anything at the moment. Sure, he would probably cry later and drown his sorrows in rum for a few nights, but he had his duty to perform for now. It already laid heavy in his mind, the lives he could of saved if only he was a better pilot.

Latinar shakily stood up, feeling an invisible wave of motion almost knocking him back down. Silva crossed the room to help steady him, staring at the giant alien with some worry. The Drev waved him off with a thankful glance before a blip of light caught his eye on his station’s screen.

“Uh, captain?”

Silva followed his line of sight to the yellow blip, “...Is that what I think it is?”

A sliver of uncertainty crossed their minds as Latinar tapped the blinking light. The constant stream of some unknown language and image data they had been receiving was now substantially close to them.

“Sir we have a visual!”

Heads shot up as an enlarged image projected into the room. The air grew still at the sight of the glitching picture, the tending medic nearly dropping his kit in awe.

It was a large spaceship. Really, really large! It wouldn’t be hard to imagine three UNSC fleet ships fitting inside of the spherical oval with room to spare. It was also quite beautiful yet mysterious as it was entirely made up of some brightly pearlescent metal in the shape of a sleek torpedo. All within the room could tell that this belonged an entirely unknown alien species. Never before had anyone seen such a large yet graceful looking ship that existed outside of science fiction speculation. Especially Captain Silva, as he had studied up on every known space-worthy ship within the GA.

“Send a peace message if you can,” The captain gulped, “And try to see if they are willing to talk...”

(Part 4: https://yeet-imma-skeet.tumblr.com/post/616163879942242304/oh-theres-the-sky)

#alien #fantasy #original species #scifi #farrisan #humans are space orcs #ocs #starr fall knight rise #humans are space australians #spaceship #short fiction #original story #story

[witcherheadcanonswithdrkrzy]

Witcher Character Ages Pt. 1

The Preface

Since I have decided to make head canons for “the witcher” I have come forward to bring order into the chaos. So here we are. With me once again writing something I’ve already written in a discord. Buckle up people, this is gonna be a lot. Also Spoilers, duh

To make things very clear: many things I’ll write in this posts are not my work. In fact it’s mostly taken from the following posts

http://www.sapkowski.su/modules.php?name=Articles&pa=showarticle&artid=112#21

https://dtf.ru/flood/30575-vozrast-glavnyh-personazhey-vselennoy-vedmaka

https://witcher.fandom.com/wiki/Timeline

Now the keen eyed reader might notice that two of these links lead to sites that are written in Russian, to which I would say: “You are right. They totally are.”

Now moving on quickly, I will present you with some reference points for the general timeline:

The book-saga: Geralt’s story ends in June 1268, the Assault on Stygga Castle most likely happens in March

The Witcher: May - September 1270

The Witcher 2: Assassins of Kings: April - November 1271

The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt: May - ? 1272

The Witcher: Of Flesh and Flame: 1273 but it’s a comic so I’ll promptly ignore it

Blood and Wine DLC: 1275

Furthermore and it might not even be relevant but I think it is so I’m including it, there is an interesting document one can find in Wither 3 in Kaer Morhen about the Trial of Grasses. This document suggests the age range for this trial (8-10 years) and considering. Both Russian sites I have linked have made the connection that The Witcher mostly resembles the real world High Middle Ages, which in order suggests the age of maturity being 21 (it’s not mentioned in the English wiki tho, that’s why there is the German link).

So. Now that we got the out of the way let’s get to our first subject:

Vesemir

We have ... literally no idea, BUTT! the timeline I included states he was active during 1112, so he has to be very much older. Apparently he has been around for the construction of Kaer Morhen as well.

The first witchers were put on recorded in the 960s, though the wiki timeline states the 950s (probably a typo). They were created by the two mages Cosimo Malaspina and Alzur (who probaly did most of the work). Kaer Morhen was constructed at the end of the X century, so perhaps Pappy Vesemir was one of the first witchers. Which would mean he would have to been born 939 (earliest). Which would in make him 333 years old during the events of the Wild Hunt.

Ciri and Timelines

Okay let’s get this out of the way now. Most of the short story timelines have been (as far as I can see) calculated with Ciri’s age.

As explained in the first link, in the last book Emhyr and Geralt meet for a second time, the first being during the feast in Cintra (A Question of Price). Here Emhyr states the have seen each other 16 years ago (I am paraphrasing). Ergo: “A Question of Price” happened in 1252.

Ciri was born during Belleteyn, which is celebrated April 30th to May 1st, so it is safe to assume she was born in 1253.

Ciri was brought to Kaer Morhen in autum of 1263 and it’s safe to assume he brought her to the keep as soon as he found her in “Something More”. That means the first war with Niflgaard happened in either 1262 or 1263. The fall of Cintra happened then as well. Not too long before that Geralt met Ciri for the first time in “Sword of Destiny”. 1262.

Also I need to mention one other thing: the game does state Ciri’s year as both 1251 and 1253, but I’m sure we can all agree CDPR made a mistake. Ciri is 19 in W3.

Geralt (and Eskel)

Since Geralt and Eskel are said to be the same age Imma just throw them together, which means figuring out Geralt’s age is key here.

Though the games state him to be almost a century old, it’s rather unlikely in my humble opinion. CDPR might have just assumed that because of Yennefers age (which I’ll get to eventually). However, the books mention another character we can use as reference for Geralt’s age: Nenneke.

In the books Nenneke is described as T H I C C and smol, but never really as old. She’s also rather graceful and quick. Nenneke mentions she raised Geralt, from a young age and mentions his height being around her waist back then. Perhaps Geralt was around 5 years old. The short story in which we can read so much about Nenneke (”The voice of Reason”) apparently happens not too long after Geralt invoked the “Law of Surprise” in Cintra, so maybe around 1253. If we assume Nenneke is in her 50s in that story, and she is probably at least 15 years older than Geralt - that way she would have been 20 when she began to raise him - Geralt’s year of birth can be ranged between 1210 and 1220, to which the article just said “Meh, let’s meet in the middle”. Geralt was born in 1215, which makes him 57 years old. Which means Eskel is 57 years old as well.

From that we can also date the short story “A Grain of Truth”, which is probably one of his first adventures judging by how unprofessional he behaves at times; he talks to Roach (which is a thing that never really happens in the books outside of that story), takes ages to figure out that he’s dealing with a Bruxa, oh and he fucking yells at her. Probably 1235ish.

“The Lesser Evil” also probably happened quite early in his career, so maybe around 1240ish.

Dandelion

Or Jaskier, whichever you like better. His birth year was actually given as 1229, which makes him 43 during the events of the Wild Hunt. Also the second article I linked in the beginning mentions he started singing in 1248, aged 18-19. “The Last Wish” is estimated to have happened in 1250. By that time Dandelion and Geralt have already been friends. “The Edge of the World” chronologically happens before that, so maybe in either 1248 or 1249.

And Yennefer

Yennefer actually states her age in “Tower of Swallow” (1267). She’s 94 in that book, so she’s 99 years old in the third game. She was born during Belleteyn in 1173. In 1250, during the Last Wish she and Geralt were 77 and 35 respectively. Shortly afterwards they broke up, meeting each other four years later in “Bounds of Reason” and probably broke up once again during the events of “A Shard of Ice”. Both of these stories happen in 1254.

On that note, both “The eternal Flame” or how a Witcher befriended a Doppler and “A Little Sacrifice” or relationships suck without compromises also happen in 1254.

**********

Well that’s it for today, Kids. I don’t know when I’ll do Pt. 2, but it’ll probably include Geralt’s Hanse, Lambert, Triss and maybe Emhyr too.

Also, this is literally me rn

Also, I swear Part 2 is going to be less of a mess

#the witcher #the witcher timelines #witcher headcanon #witcher canon #vesemir #witcher geralt #geralt of rivia #cirilla fiona elen riannon #yennefer of vengerberg #yennefer #jaskier #the witcher dandelion #eskel #witcher eskel #omg this took me hours #i can't even #this is a mess #pls send help #the russian side of the internet is a treasuretrove #part 1

[countessofsnark]

Snarky Recap - Thunderbirds Are Go: ‘Brains vs Brawn’

The One Where International Rescue Answers The Call... To Play A Game of TAG.

The episode starts out on a very Star Wars-esque note - or maybe that’s just my imagination? A person on a hover bike of sorts, wearing what could be scavenging gear, zooming across a desert? 

No? Anyone?

Anyway, never mind, that giant hole sure doesn’t look like a mini Sarlacc pit, eh? Also, that’s one big ass satellite.

IMMA FIRING MY LAZAR. (sorry not sorry) Imagine the Mechanic using this as a high tech toy to fool his cat. ‘Catch the laser, Fluffy, go on.’

Look at this Fearless Noodle jumping out of his bird to save a life. *fans self*

'John, where am I exactly?’ Uhm isn’t that something you’re supposed to ask before you jump down a giant hole in the Sahara?

Scott follows his life sign tracker to a door that suddenly opens to reveal... the Hood. Talk about a mystery shopper you didn’t hope would ever show up.

HELLO AND WELCOME TO MY HIGH TECH SEX DUNGEON SEKRIT UNDERGROUND HIDEOUT.

Cue a series of gasps. And Scott’s temper growing hotter than the Mechanic’s space laser. 

The Hood: ‘International Rescue, my life is in your hands.’ Oh boy he’s going to regret that statement in a few moments. *grins*

‘Oh this is gonna be fun.’ Depends on who you’re asking.

Brains explaining to Alan why flying Thunderbird 3 up to the laser would be a terrible idea. It would require a small craft and a highly trained engineer to get the job done. Cue Grandma: ‘Now who does that sound like?’

LOL. The look on Brains’s face is priceless. Looks like you’ll have to suit up, bespectacled buddy.

The game of Hood TAG is taken from the ocean floor back up to FAB 1. MAGNETS, HOW DO THEY WORK.

Brains manages to sneak past the satellite’s auto defence systems and enters the craft. So far, so good. Because surely nobody’s home. Right?

OOPSIE-DAISY.

Get ready for a round of awkward interrogation.

‘What are you doing here?’

‘I asked first?’

‘It’s my satellite.’ 

‘Good point.’

Brains: the awkward gift that keeps on giving.

And so it is revealed that the Mechanic is not as purely evil as he is made out to be. Turns out the Hood really is in charge and the Mechanic simply wants peace and quiet. 

However, the means by which he aims to get that are not really that pure or mature for that matter... The Mechanic: throwing more tantrums than Kylo Ren.

Thank you for choosing Tracy Airlines. Sorry we couldn’t get you the luxury velvet-coated edition, please buckle up and enjoy the ride. Also, we may experience some turbulence and oh yes, we’ve run out of barf bags.

Brains finally shuts down the laser’s firing controls. But he forgot to disable the laser itself. Oh dear.

‘You’re coming with me!’

‘You want to arrest me that much?’

‘I’m not arresting you. I’m saving you.’

I AM NOT CRYING.

Brains hands over the Mechanic to the GDF. He willingly boards their ship as Brains promises they’ll keep in touch. Oh my I really do feel sorry for the Mechanic right now. I hope he may prove to be a future ally of IR rather than a fearsome foe.

Also:

The Hood capsule has landed. Please remain seated while we take you to a GDF prison. On a scale of 0 - 10, how would you rate your in-flight experience?

Looks like the Tracy brothers might get some good ol’ rescues from now on. And how’s that for some fourth wall insertion, eh? Yeah, we also like some good ol’ fashioned rescues, Scott. We sure do.

Aww look at this gang of brave souls and nerds. Too precious - as they all line up and mention their favourite kind of rescues. *squish* Not included here: John’s rescue preferences. (Though they may include space and fellow astronauts. Or maybe one particular astronaut - hush)

Meanwhile, on one of the GDF ships... Well guess we really shouldn’t have trusted the Hood’s little charade after all. Good to know season 2 won’t be entirely devoted to good old rescues then...

Aaaand that’s it for season 2. Although I did enjoy this episode, I do believe the previous season finale was a lot more intense. Then again, I suppose we’re due for many more Hood misadventures and I’m sure season 3 will give us just that and more. But until then... you’ve got ONE more recap to look forward to. Prepare for a Boxing Day gift in the shape of that long-awaited Inferno snark. *rubs hands and cackles*

#snarky recap #thunderbirds are go #brains vs brawn

[tottwritesfanfic]

So, I was tagged by @gilrael for the following:

List all the things you’re currently working on in as much or little detail as you’d like, then tag some friends to see what they’re working on.

This can be writing, art, vids, gifsets!

HOO BOY.

Listen, my first reaction was pretty much “I can’t list all the things I’m currently working on. It’s...no one wants to read that whole list. It’s too long. There’s too much.”

I have been called out good and proper, but you know what? This is what the read more button was made for. These won’t be in any particular order, because I really don’t have an “order” in which I work on things? Also, some of these projects are so far on the back-burner that I really can’t say I’m actively working on them, but I never know when inspiration will strike next and divert me from what I should be doing. Essentially, if it makes the list, I think of it in my head as “imma finish this.” 

Buckle up peeps, because we May Be Some Time.

My Epic YA Fantasy Series Featuring Pretty Much Zero Romance. I neglect this series way too much for something I consider my firstborn, but this is my Passion, okay. My very username is derived from the initials of the series title. I’ve been writing and rewriting it for almost two thirds of my life now, and one day when I have something to show for that labour of love, I will be screaming about it from the rooftops. Mark my words. Also I counted this as one but there’s like...at least five novels, and also shitloads of maps and worldbuilding notes, and songs, and I have a boxfile of old pictures drawn by myself or my sister, and progress on three or four conlangs... It’s hard to really convey just how much of this shit there actually is, if I’m honest.

Hope’s Fire My first ever proper fanfic, and also sorely neglected of late. I love this story so much though, and once I push past the block I have for the current chapter I can’t wait to progress with it, because there are fuuuun times ahead.

A Standalone Novel (sucky working title is “The Aspect’s Choice”) Another YA novel, which...actually has a complete draft? Like, start to finish with no skipped scenes or anything like that. There’s magic and shit, and also no romance for the lead, it’s like this is a theme in my works or something (there’s a background romance this time tho, for those of you who like shipping).

A Fantasy Trilogy about paradoxes and multidimensional travel. I’m mentioning this one now even though I’m kinda...not working on it that much, because I’ve borrowed heavily from it for some fanfic projects. The first novel is a fantasy spy thriller, the second is a sort of...ensemble piece about a major disaster at a futuristic interdimensional traffic control place a lot like an airport/train station, and the third one is a journey through space and time on a sorta magic train which explains how the fuck the first two books are actually connected.

A World of Trouble (The Spy AU) Haikyuu fic! I started this for the HQ Brofest last year and it’s really taken off. The plot for this story was shamelessly nicked from the first book in the above trilogy, albeit with some fairly substantial divergences. 

Until We Move On My...actually, daaamn, this was my first HQ fic. I entered this fandom in a fairly definite fashion, with Suga already dead and Oikawa following shortly after - I swear it’ll have a happy ending for them both eventually tho.

Metanoia, Renascent, and Equanimity (the Trinacriform series) I debated listing these separately, to be honest. There’s no denying that Metanoia and Equanimity are higher up on my list of things to work on than Renascent is right now, but all three are still important to me and all three are going to be finished someday. Ultimately they’re here as one because holy shit this list is going to be long enough already.  Rest assured I do actually think of them as three separate entities in my head! 

The Triffid AU (just gonna list these because there are Several and holy shit I’m still so far from the end): Dangers Unseen - First in the series, Karasuno accidentally sleep through the apocalypse. Interview Transcripts - Set a few months after DU; tells all the side-stories I have to skip in DU for pacing reasons. Seijoh arc (current working title of “In Search of Silver” which will almost certainly change) - I haven’t posted any of this yet but it’s hecking angsty. A Bit Like Home - Sequel to Dangers Unseen, set a year or so after. Also hasn’t been posted anywhere yet. At the moment it’s mostly bokuaka stuff but the idea is for it to be a collection of sorta halfway standalone stories.  I have more ideas for this AU than just these, but I haven’t started writing them yet and I’m not GOING to until this list gets shorter.

An Error of Cat-Astrophic Proportions I’m not gonna lie, this basically started out as a stupid halfway-joking crack fic and it got out of control. 

Partner Fic to “The Carpenter’s Gift” I started writing this and got a couple of thousand words in and then basically started over. I’ll get there. Probably not before the following though:

KiyoYachi Soul Animal AU fic Set in the same universe as “The Carpenter’s Gift”, sorta...around the same time?

Another Original Fantasy Trilogy I love my fantasy, okay? The three novels in this series are all technically started, although only two of them have any substance: The Legend and the Lake is a novel about a Great Hero, and how he...actually isn’t as much of a hero as he’s going to be remembered as.  Spells and Fire is about a real fucking hero and her apprentices, and how she absolutely will not be given full credit for all she does (because she’s a bit of an arse) The Lake Guardian’s Child will be a story about a minor goddess who meets a mortal that immediately falls in love with her, and their journey to cure him of that love because he’s actually sorta engaged already.

Not Within This Restless Heart A HQ!! poly soulmate au which will probably piss off a lot of people by teh end, because no one who’s read it seems to have caught on about how complex the poly relationship is actually gonna be.

Digimon Frontier Fic - working title “Loss and Gain” I can’t really explain this one properly. It’s Angst, that’s all.

Best Laid Plans A secret santa fic I need to finish! I have part of the second and final chapter written, but life intervened and I lost my flow. Hoping to get back to it some time in the next week.

Bokuto Koutarou’s Excellent, Totally Foolproof Plan To Save Christmas As above, really (except it’s the final of 3 chapters, and it’s also the sort-of sequel to “An Error of Cat-Astrophic Proportions” ). I want to finish this up soon, so hopefully life will stop being annoying!

Lifetime Achievement Ennotana fic in which Ennoshita is a film director up for a highly prestigious award he’s dreamed of for his whole life...but he has amnesia and it currently means nothing to him.

Travellers AU - Yachi story For the HQ Brofest! Details are hush-hush for now but it’s the same universe as my time travel practical joke fics. Expect similarly ridiculous stuff.

Things We Misplaced Someone accidentally challenged me to write angsty smut which wasn’t hatesex. Smut is not my thing but I’m really stubborn okay, so I’m writing it.

BNHA Bang Fic Details are under wraps for now, but it’s gonna be fun.

A Zine Fic. It’s early days, okay?

Swansong It angst. Also not being posted to this account, for Reasons.

The Digital Fallout AU A ridiculously wide-scope Digimon AU featuring crossover appearances from like, almost all the series. It’s very much on the back burner for now but I still like thinking about it. Someday. Currently comprises of two kinda short fics: “Adventure’s End” and “The Home Frontier” but I’ve planned a LOT further.

Connection Problems This was going to be for the HQBB in 2017 but I got a massive block and had to put it on hold. I’m hoping to revisit it and finish it up by...maybe Halloween.

The Book An original novel I’ve intermittently been working on for a few years now. Essentially the titular book may or may not be sentient, but it is definitely malicious.

First Draft The..um...sequel to my standalone novel, and both my fantasy trilogies. In my defence it started out as a joke and spiralled out of control and now I want to write it for real but I literally have seven novels to finish first. 

...so yeah. That’s more or less all my active (on some level) writing projects. Hopefully I didn’t forget anything! There are a few more which I have ideas for, but I haven’t started them yet and I’m not going to until this shitstorm is a little less overwhelming. I also have costumes for my kids that I’m about to make, but...I’m not going into other creative ventures here because I will literally never finish. Oh, and there’s tagging, too... Huge apologies for dragging you to the end of this hot mess, but I’m calling on @draculasstrawhat and @ahiddenpath along with any other mutuals who didn’t already get tagged (I know I took long enough to do this that a lot of people already did!) No obligations of course, but I love seeing what people are up to!

#tag memes #progress update #tott's life #i'm pretty much hopeless I know

[rgulusblcks]

well hiya again!!! it’s tri, i’m back, this time with my problematic fave regulus. i also play frank so if ya wanna check out his intro it’s a bit further down <3 ok im totally meant to be studying rn so imma drOP THIS AND RUN COME AND LOVE US ALL THO

regulus black is sixteen and a sixth year member of slytherin house. he is a pureblood, which explains why they’re in support of the neutral. most people know them as clever and protective at their best, but manipulative and codependent at their worst.

BUCKLE UP KIDS IT’S TIME TO LEARN ABT THE TRAGEDY THAT IS REGULUS ARCTURUS BLACK

first of all….what a dramatic boi. yall thought sirius was the only dramatic one in this family? think again. literally makes the Biggest deal out of e v e r y minor inconvenience. i’m sorry you ran into me? what? the fuck what the FUCK what. the fuck this is a personal offence to my entire lineage i can’t believe u and with everything i’m going through? you literally suck. you did this on purpose. i will get my revenge.

not super into the whole blood purity thing, not super into the whole muggles are gr8 thing. doesn’t know what to do tbh. listens to what his parents want him to do, though, because he doesn’t want to offend them and he doesn’t want to get hurt. he knows that at this point if he’s caught stepping even a toe out of line they will kill him. hangs out with all the blood purists and puts up this facade that he’s Super Into It but seriously just wants to move to romania and own a house with a lot of dogs.

literally…..loves dogs. what a Blessing to this earth. so soft and pure and innocent, they don’t know that the world is crumbling. wants to own a lot of dogs one day – the DREAM.

he was super cut when sirius left. like….. it was awful. he’d always sort of idolised sirius, even if they didn’t get along, and seeing him leave just made him think he was worthless. it just cemented for him how little people in the purist society seem to care about anyone else. it made him realise too how expendable he was and definitely pushed him over the edge to try harder to impress his parents.

asexual asf. aromantic too. does not understand love at ALL. having grown up in such an abusive home, he genuinely does not know what it’s like to love someone, or what it feels like to be loved. and quite frankly, he doesn’t want to love anyone – he knows that having people you care about makes you more vulnerable and just the mere thought scares him to death.

literally so fucking intelligent. he aces all of his classes with ease and goes above and beyond what the teachers ask of him. his cunning skills are what make him most useful to the cause of the death eaters, even if he is neutral asf and doesn’t care for them using him that way. he’s not just book smart though, he’s also an incredibly talented wizard. he’s already aced the patronus charm and is currently teaching himself wandless magic. he’s just… so smart holy shit i can’t.

hasn’t used his magic to harm anyone yet but everyone is pushing him to take his skills and do something with it. he doesn’t have the dark mark just yet, but has been told he has a place waiting for him once he shows he’s worthy (namely: does whatever the dark lord asks of him within the walls of hogwarts). he’s genuinely terrified about it because he doesn’t want it at all and is trying to figure out a way to keep on everyone’s good side but also not get the mark — so far, nothing’s working.

umm??? that’s all i can think of for now?? yea this is a mess but please come and plot with my Son!!! it’ll be gr8

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