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bigfemboyenergy · 1 month
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The Worst Crossover To Ever ‘Cross Over’ Pt.2
See, Danny isn’t terribly surprised with his predicament. And by that, he means that he is wholly unsurprised that he has to fake who he is. A fourteen year old kid working, in this day and age? Unlikely, he thinks. So he decides to pretend to be fifteen, what an easy fix. But that doesn’t help with Sonic’s side of the problem. Sure, Sonic gets confused for a kid, but..how old is he?
As soon as the thought surfaces, Danny opens his mouth to speak, turning to look at Sonic as they walk around, searching for a somewhat acceptable abandoned building or something similar to hide out in for now. “Uh, how old are you, exactly?” Danny asks, with little hesitation. Sonic shrugs; “Old enough to legally drink in some countries- why, worried about something?” Danny feels his face turn a bit white. Wow, his appearance does not match his age. With a nervous smile, Danny responds with, “Yeah, dunno if you could get a job looking like that. I’m fourteen, and even I look older than you.” Sonic coughs awkwardly. “I’m gonna have to work on that, aren’t I? What an unlucky day it is,” he says, with a yawn. Shelving that problem in order to focus on the most important one, the two continue to wander the streets, looking for something to temporarily call “home”.
It isn’t too long before they find a suitable place. Dark, dreary, just like everywhere else; but it’s far more exaggerated, and even dirtier than the rest of the city. Some old graffiti here and there, a broken window or two. Not too shabby on the inside, still has running water and an AC. It makes Danny wonder just how old this building is and just how long it’s been since it was last lived in.
Sonic inspects every nook and cranny of the building, as if checking for safety violations. It appears to be an old office building, with kitchen necessities in what might’ve been a break room, and running water in the bathrooms. He investigates alone, namely for “Danny’s safety”, he says, but it makes one think. The amount of spiders he’s killed seems to point to a different conclusion..but that’s of no matter.
After looking at every floor, Sonic finally decides which one they’ll be staying on. Something that’s just a cut above the rest, and also safe enough- the third floor, out of four. He waves Danny over to the cleanest spot in the spacious, main room, calling out, “Let’s sleep over here for now, since we kinda can’t clean anything yet. It looks a lot nicer here, away from the nasty corners.” Danny nods, agreeing in silence. It looks like they have a lot of work to do, as they both flop on the floor and try to sleep.
Danny, however, struggles to sleep. In an entirely new city, an empty building, with someone who he’s just been freshly acquainted with, trying to sleep on the cold, hard floor? That’s no easy feat, and he acknowledges this. So he comes to the most logical conclusion: why not check out the city from above, via Phantom form? In silence, he nods in agreement with his own thought, intrigued by his new possibilities. He’ll fly out and survey the town, enjoy the sunrise, if he’s awake for that long- try to make this place feel a little bit like home. Familiarize himself with it, perhaps. It sounds like a good plan, no? So he acts.
He whispers to himself, after assuring that Sonic is asleep, “Going ghost!” He transforms in silence. A little reminder of who he is, the whispers of who he was only hours ago, come to him via his reference of his beginnings. It gives him a feeling of determination, a want to explore. A desire to protect this new friend he’s found, and the strangers of a place he’s newly discovered. Slowly slipping through the floor, intangibly, he floats out of the building, making himself invisible so as not to spook anyone else who may be out at night.
In the night sky, he soars through the clouds as he takes in the layout of the city. It’s large, dark, and..full of crime, which makes a lot of sense in such a poverty-stricken area, but.. it has an air of abnormality. Suddenly, he hears some horrible sounds. Shrill, shrieking laughter booms out from a warehouse a few blocks away, his ears wishing for the silence of seconds before to return. Although he doesn’t truly want to approach, his obsession to protect those in need draws him to the source of the sound. The closer he gets, the more off everything seems. And..are those furries on the top of that building? What have I gotten myself into, he thinks, with an accompanying facepalm. Oh, boy.
Back in the cold, dreary office building, Sonic wakes up, restless. He feels terrible..he turns towards Danny, wanting to check on him, before quickly finding out that he’s not even present. What a fantastic day this has been. Sonic feels his heart pumping, ready for a run. He has to find Danny, to make sure he’s okay. Unless..he left of his own accord? Shit, what if he actually is weirded out by me..he said something about the unusualness of a guy like me showing up, didn’t he?! Sonic struggles to decide what to do. He knows Danny could be in need, he knows he’s young. And, from what he’s gathered, he’s a bit odd too, but if he needs help, of course Sonic should jump on in for him! They’re “partners in crime” now, aren’t they?
Despite his conscience screaming at him to go, he still struggles to make the choice. What if Danny really didn’t mean anything he said? But..he listens to that loud, desperate part of him. He doesn’t want to lose the only person he’s found here. If he can save or help this kid, someone who accepts him in this strange new place, that’s just what he’ll do.
So, against his “better judgement”, he rushes off, speeding around the town to find Danny. If anything, he should be where it’s quietest or where it’s loudest, since both are eeriest. As Sonic zooms off, going incredibly fast so as not to be seen clearly, he is particularly careful to check suspicious, disturbing areas.
Not long after he began his run, he finds Danny. But it’s quite the weird situation to be in.. cause Danny’s colors are inverted now? Amd there’s this weird bat guy a few buildings away, with some friends, too.. and a fucking..clown?! What is this shit, bad writing??!
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awfullyadorable · 10 months
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phyrexianphamily · 11 months
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Vorinclex: You know, Elesh, anytime someone calls attention to the breaking of gender roles, it ultimately undermines the concept of gender equality by implying that this is an exception and not the status quo.
(The other Praetors look at him in disbelief.)
Vorinclex: What? Just because I'm a meathead doesn't mean I'm not a feminist.
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thedeadpie · 2 months
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why tf is sonic boom such a based cartoon?
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road2manjuumaster · 11 months
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every time i get a comment on ao3 i feel the need to reread the whole fic. just did this with BOTH chapters of are men even real and i think "im not gonna fight you" "why, because you don't hit girls?" "no!" is the best tetsu + naru interaction ive ever written
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Happy Women's History Month!
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Knuckles-- the ultimate feminist.
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join me on my quest to end period poverty at 12pm SMT on twitch.tv/echidnafucker94
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0heartangel0 · 1 year
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I've been reading through Eggman's voice logs, and not only is he an adorable dad, he's also an ally!
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@winters-club
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commander-chaoss · 2 years
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omg it's pepto bismol knuckles
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seraphimsdream · 2 years
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I’ve never played a sonic game. I’ve never seen the sonic movies. All my knowledge comes from tumblr and that one brian david gilbert video. I don’t understand anything yet everything makes perfect sense.
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tiangouaway · 4 days
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seeing dungeon meshi praise is so funny bc ppl are genuinely like "the women are treated with respect!! ryoko kui is a god!!!" the bar is past hell
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cobble-stone-butch · 6 months
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I'm not genderqueer, I'm just a little silly! And I scream and cry every time I menstruate, but that's unrelated!
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thequantumranger · 9 days
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Feminist Knuckles
Sonic Boom (2014-2017) / Knuckles (2024-)
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dolldefiler · 3 months
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I need to watch a woman sink lower and lower as her hate for me turns to empty-headed lust.
She’d be at her knees, glaring up at me. I’d gag her pretty mouth and shower her face in warm cum. Fuck, the way she’d glower while my seed drips down from her hair and over her eyes would make me hard again. I’d grab her by the hair while her muffled screams fill the room and start jerking off over her again. She’d look up at me, and I’d look down on her. Then I’d spit on her. I’d use my dick to paint her face with my spit and cum, stimulating my cock in the process. I’d use the poor woman’s face as a filthy, used cumrag. 
“Shh, there’s still so much more to come, darling.”
Once she becomes a little more docile, I’ll remove the gag. She’ll have been fed enough pain by now to understand that she should just accept her place. That if she acts up, I’ll make it hurt. I’ll make her cry and whimper in that dark, quiet room for days. I’ll engrave it into her body that the only way she’ll be fed, the only way she’ll be able to tell the time, is when she drains my balls. I’d watch her gagging on my fingers, doing anything she can to satisfy her aching stomach at the price of her dying dignity. 
“That’s a good girl. Just like that. Down to the knuckle now. Oh fuck, look at that throat grool on my fingers, you dirty whore. Let me cover your face with it before I bring you your food.”
Her entire survival will depend on my happiness. It won’t become a want to please me, it’ll become a need. A primal desire. I’ll give her a single meal a day to force that desperation into her. The desperation to tongue my asshole or gargle my balls. The desperation that’ll make her thank me after I choke her until she’s passed out. The gratefulness for being given the opportunity to earn her meal. She’ll use her mouth that’s meant for talking and eating to pleasure my cock that cum and piss out of. She’ll rinse her mouth with my fluids, hoping that if she pleases me enough, she’ll be allowed another crumb.
“Oh my, you’ve become quite the deranged, depraved whore, aren’t you? I can’t believe you’re doing that just for a bit of food, you worthless fucking whore.”
Soon she’ll forget about the food. All she’ll remember is her needy body that relies on my cock. My violent wandering hands that sustain her and abuse her. Her lust for the filthiest shit I make her do that gives her a chance at survival. At that point, I could give her all she could ever want to eat, and she’d still be on her knees, her face plastered with cum as she looks at me lovingly.
“Now then, show me how grateful you are for the man that changed you from a silly feminist to a worthless cockmutt.”
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luveline · 1 year
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valentines party!! ❤️‍🔥 can we get “what? i’m not allowed to look at you” with bf steve ? his gf a lil shy 🙈
luveline's valentine's mini party ♥︎
thank you for your request!! shy!fem!reader
You hadn't realised how much of having a boyfriend was eating food together in his car. You won't complain because it's quickly become one of your favourite things to do. You haunt Steve's passenger and he buys you dinner, no matter how often you try to take the bill. 
"Right, 'cause that's happening," he says. 
The hot paper bag burns your legs as Steve pulls into a parking lot. He parks, cranks down the windows, pushes his seat back, and turns up the radio. You search through the bag for his burger. 
"I should be allowed to pay, baby," you say softly, hoping your tone will change his mind. "It's not fair that you always pay... You're a feminist." 
He grabs his coke from the cup holder, chuckling to himself between sips. "I'm a feminist, but I also believe in spoiling my girl. I mean, look at you. Do you know how pretty you look right now, just to get burgers? I think I can manage the bill." 
You drop a wad of napkins into his lap before offering his burger and fries. He takes them, and he leans across the console to kiss you quick. It's a nice kiss, gentle and easy. 
"You can pay next time." 
You've heard that one before. Still, you say, "Thank you," and take out your own food. 
You're so glad Steve likes you. That he wants you. Moments like this, watching each other eat, listening to the radio and singing through mouthfuls of lettuce and tomato, letting him dip his fries in your milkshake, they mean the world to you. You hadn't known a guy like Steve existed before you met him. He's accepting. He thinks you're beautiful with lettuce on your chin. He wants to kiss your fingers fry grease and all, and it makes you feel like the prettiest girl on Earth. 
Somehow he manages to get your hand in his, though you're both still eating and one-handed is hard work. He rubs the back of your hand with his thumb, dropping his burger in his lap. 
"What?" he asks.
"What?" you ask back, averting your eyes. 
"Why were you looking at me like that?"
"What, I'm not allowed to look at you?" you ask, trying to pull your hand out of his. He gets a grip like super glue on you. 
You can hear his smile. "Don't get shy on me now, I want answers!" 
"I'm always shy on you," you say, pleading, "please don't, Stevie."
"You were giving me the googly eyes. I know that. You want another kiss, is that it? I might taste like sesame seeds, but I'll give you the kiss of your life if you look at me like that again." 
It's tempting but off putting at the same time. Of course you want the kiss of your life, but at the same time… 
"I don't think I'd survive it," you mumble. 
Steve bursts into laughter. It's completely golden. He laughs all the way up your arm, kissing from your knuckles to your t-shirt sleeve until you're squirming and pulling your shoulder to your cheek to hide from his ticklish kissing. 
"Your stubble's itching me," you say. 
"Sorry," he says sweetly. 
If there's one thing you know about your boy — he is not sorry. 
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