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callme-aprilroseisha04 · 1 month

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I so badly wanna know what's going on with Sonic in your Voices AU!!! (This is an invitation for you to info dump if you so desire)

OK so originally I had this MONSTER essay on what this was about but im really really bad at explaining things and I don’t want to leave you hanging forever so instead I’ll just give you a basic rundown of the concept and all the plot points. Also, important thing to mention, I HAVEN’T FINISHED SEASON 2 YET. Y’know, where the majority of my AU takes place. Haven’t finished that. Haven’t even seen Chaos Metal Sonic. Sorry, sorry, I know, I’m a fake fan but in my defense every time I turn on the show I want to bang my head against a wall, tear all my skin of, and run in circles at the speed of light (in a good way) (but also in a bad way) (a good bad way). Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, I need to quickly explain the concept behind this. In the first episode of Season 2, Avoid the Void, Sonic doesn’t realize that he can run out of the Ghost World. He’s stuck there. This also means that he can’t save shadow from falling into the void (this is why shadow doesn’t have his arm or his leg in my au illustrations, he wakes up before he can be fully disintegrated, but he did lose some limbs.) Back to Sonic, since he has nothing better to do, he tries to take a nap at the beach where his friends are at and starts “taking” to Tail’s projection. Then, the voice comes. I don’t really know how to describe this. There is a voice, like the name says, but it’s also a lot more complicated than that. When “it” comes, Sonic can’t hear anything; or, well actually he can hear things (sometimes the noise feels oppressively loud) but he doesn’t know what people are saying, so to him it just sounds like gibberish. Also, this isn’t always true, (it just depends) but his eyes won’t focus properly and they get really blurry, like can’t see what’s in-front of you blurry. Also, headaches! Because apparently we needed to make this even worse for him for some reason!!!!! It’s not at its worst here, but as you can expect, he is pretty disoriented after it’s done. Shadow comes back to the ghost world, Sonic is understandably surprised by HIS LACK OF TWO LIMBS, he gets the tech and bounces, yadayadayada, all the stuff. More importantly, now we get Nine back! Chapter two; Sonic goes to Boscage Maze, they’re ripping the place up, Sonic goes to help Thorn, mini “voice” episode (as an appetizer), he gets a tech upgrade from Nine, he goes to fight, gets the main course “voice” episode, Nine gets in trouble cause emo tween egg boy caught him talking to Sonic trying to figure out what’s wrong with him and why he’s talking to himself, Sonic gets the shard from Thorn, he runs of with it, emo eggboy sends a message that they’re gonna kill Nine unless Sonic gives them the shard, Nine tells him not to, he goes anyway and THROWS THE SHARD INTO THE OTHER SHARDS THE EGGMEN HAD COLLECTED SO HE CAN SAVE NINE, (he tries to get the shards back but they got swarmed by robots) and finally they get out and go to the ghost world. Shadow is really, REALLY mad at him for trading a SHARD just to save his little kit boy and ALSO mad because Sonic wants to keep Nine there, to keep him safe. Eventually, Shadow gives in after Nine mentions that he could build Shadow a prosthetic, but he adds the clause that the moment Nine finishes the prosthetic, he leaves. After that, Sonic goes to get the rest of the shards back while Nine makes Shadow’s prosthetic at Tail’s workshop. For the next few chapters, Sonic get into some sort of a routine; Try to get the shards, come back to the ghost world to rest, squabble with Shadow, chat with Nine for a little, and repeat. Some important things to mention from this period are:

Nine is intentionally taking his time making Shadows prosthetic (Sonic’s idea) as well as making it break really easily & adding a secret “feature” that allows him to $&@!?ING electrocute him from afar using a remote implanted in his mechanical tails (both and especially the last one NOT Sonic’s idea);

Sonic doesn’t actually sleep during this time, he just takes 3 hour naps so he can get back home quicker, which only worsens the voice thing;

Shadow, (who doesn’t understand anything about what’s going on with Sonic other than the vague sense that something’s wrong with him, unlike Nine who got a basic lil explanation from Sonic after asking wtf happened at boscage maze) is getting increasingly frustrated with Sonic because of how long it’s taking for him to get all the shards, as well as his continual trusting of Nine.

This continues for a while, those “episodes” get worse and worse, Sonic grows closer to Nine and tension keeps building between Sonic & Shadow until <drumroll………>

THE EGG COUNCIL COMES!!!!! Again, since I still haven’t seen season two of Sonic Prime, I don’t really know how this is gonna happen, but I do know it’s gonna happen. (btw Nine finishes Shadow’s prosthetic & leaves like a day before the egg council comes.) This is a massive battle and I have like a whole thing on how it’s gonna play out but the important things to note for the story are: Shadow finally sees Sonic’s “episodes” play out in front of him and he is understandably confused and concerned, but their in a battle right now so he can’t really do anything about it and <another drum roll please…..>

SONIC TRIES TO CHOP OFF HIS F$!?KING ARM! Ok, I definitely need to explain this a little more. During the first occurrence of the “voice,” it mentions something about them and Sonic being the same person, & basically says “I am a part of you, Sonic. The only way to get rid of me is to get rid of you.” Edgy stuff like that, y’know? Well, during this one, it repeats that phrase again and in true Sonic fashion, he decides to do something incredibly stupid, risky, and drastic based on even dumberreasoning. You see, the voice said it was a part of him, not all of him. It also said that in order to get the voice out, he’d have to “get rid” of himself too. So, using this logic, if he only gets rid of a part of him, then he gets to keep living without the voice constantly haunting his every move! This is admittedly pretty silly logic, but he was in the middle of what is essentially a scaled up panic attack, so cut him some slack, OK? He tried to use a piece of scrap metal that fell off the robot to remove it, which unsurprisingly doesn’t work very well. It only ends up cutting halfway, but Sonic can’t really tell that it’s still attached since he’s so tired, & “it” did shut up after he stabbed his arm open soooooooo¯\_(ツ)_/¯. He manages to drive the egg council off to their own dimension before passing out from blood loss, leaving Shadow to rush him to Tail’s workshop so he can get bandaged up, made harder with Shadz’s new leg getting absolutely trashed. When Sonic finally wakes up, Shadow is confused, deeply concerned, and angry with him for almost killing himself for seemingly no reason. Sonic, however, is incredibly calm about the whole thing and nonchalantly explains why he cut off his arm during the battle, until he realizes his arm is still attached to him

Here’s a comic page of the next scene:

He leaves to go get more shards and get Nine back to fix Shadows leg, which Shadow predictively grumbles about. This is a pretty light chapter, besides the ending:

Nine and Sonic are hanging out, having fun, the usual. Nine points out how cheery Sonic is right now, and Sonic starts to explain why he’s in such a good mood while Nine passes a small knife for him to hold while he does other things. Sonic, in the middle of his explanation, is cut off by…… “it” and proceeds to frantically rip off his bandages and try to cut the remainder of his arm off with the knife Nine gave him. Nine, who has no idea what’s going on, tries to wrangle back the knife from Sonic. In the struggle, Sonic ends up permanently scaring Nine on one of his eyes. It was an accident of course, but Nine bolts out of the workshop and zaps the door so Sonic can’t chase after him all the same. Sonic breaks down.

After a bit, (about 30 minutes or so,) and after seeing and briefly meeting with Nine to ask where Sonic has been since he should be with him at the workshop; Nine responded with a suggestion to check for himself, Shadow decides to take Nine’s advice and go. Here’s the scene I wrote for this, as well as the comic I made (they have some dialogue differences, but the general idea is the same.)

“Sonic,”

He didn’t even look up. He was completely unfazed, almost expecting it.

“Sonic!”

Finally realizing who it was, he made a soft gasp, which, however small, was enough for Shadow to know he was listening.

“Do you know how big of a mess you’ve just made?”

They both stayed silent.

“Let me get this straight: That, … thing came back,”

The blue hedgehog sitting on the floor appeared perfectly still in the darkness of Tail’s old workshop.

“So you decided that it would be a good idea to try to cut your arm off again, even though it clearly didn’t work the first time, and I explicitly said not to, because we didn’t have the medical supplies to patch you up after,”

This time, he made a slight nod downwards.

“And when the fox tried to stop you, you hit him in his FUCKING eye? Is that all? Does it get any worse than that?”

The hedgehog didn’t respond. He was focused on something else.

“Are you even listening?”

Complete. Silence.

“Of course not. Of course you’re not listening. You never have, so why start now, huh?”

Shadow broke into a grin.

“You can’t listen to anyone, can you? Not your friends, not your allies, not even your own family! You’re Sonic the Hedgehog. The arrogant, narcissistic, naive, idiot hero who destroyed his own world because he couldn’t slow down. That’s all you are.”

Still nothing. He got angrier.

“I’m TIRED of your NONSENSE! I’m TIRED of you just sitting around having a PITY PARTY over something YOU CAUSED YOURSELF!”

Shadow grew quiet.

“I’m tired of your games, Sonic.”

A cold, hard, stare crossed the black and red hedgehog’s face.

“SO GET UP ALREADY!”

He forcefully pulled him off the ground, and for the first time during this whole conversation, Sonic spoke. He… screamed, a scream so loud you could hear it from a mile away.

Shadow let go.

Then, he slowly lowered his hand to his face, and …. No. The hedgehog gazed into the person standing before him, looking for something, anything, any semblance of the hedgehog he knew, but all that met him was an empty husk that he could barely even recognize.

“I-”

Sonic ran past him. He was gone. And Shadow didn’t know if he would ever come back.

“I’m sorry.”

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Sonic runs into the New Yoke rebel base and patches himself up. He’s able to get two shards from the egg council, but the rebel base is found in the process. There’s only one left, besides the Grim shard. Before Sonic leaves, Shadow tries to talk to him for a moment, but once he got a hold of him, he doesn’t know what to say. Does he apologize? Would that make things worse? Is he just supposed to wait it out and hope Sonic’s friends will help him? Sonic is still able to collect the shards, so they’re still getting back home, but what will happen after that? As much as Shadow hated to admit it, Sonic and his friends were just about the only force that could stop The Doctor from completing whatever world ending scheme he cooked up that week, other than himself. If he …. If something bad happened to Sonic after this, and he couldn’t get back up from it, and if he couldn’t pick up the slack, then….

He didn’t know what would happen.

Shadow is barely able to get a word in before Sonic leaves to get the last shard. There’s nothing left to do.

Before we move on to the next plot point in the story, i want to talk about Nine for a second, since we haven’t really gotten the chance to explore him at all yet. A quick little thing I want to note is that Nine knows what the plan is in the AU. Get the shards, put them together, and save this world. He is planningto betray Sonic in this. At the same time, he’s also a lot closer to him. They hang out more, they chat more, and both of them feel the other is the only one on their side right now. Nine reasons that he can just convince Sonic to come with him, since they’re friends after all. He doesn’t really pay Shadow any mind, just thinking of him as an antagonistic coworker, not a real threat. The zapper he put in his leg was just a backup plan, incase he couldn’t fight him himself for one reason or another. Sonic and Nine were a team. They wouldn’t hurt each other. Until they did. Until Sonic did. After the incident, all of the trust between the two is gone. Nine doesn’t blame Sonic per say, he knows that Sonic was just desperate for it to stop, but he’s still angry. He’s angry at himself for trusting him. For trusting that he wouldn’t get hurt. From this point onwards, neither of them try to talk to each other. Nines plan only changes slightly. He won’t try to convince Sonic to come with him. He won’t make that mistake again.

Sonic’s feelings are a bit more complicated than Nine’s. He wants to fix everything, but he can’t. He wants everything to go back to normal, but too much has happened for that to even be a possibility. He wants everything to just stop for a minute, to just let him rest, but no matter what, it won’t. He just has to keep going. He just has to keep moving forwards.

Sonic gets the last shard (Sonic and Shadow have to fight off the egg council again; it’s pretty awkward), and Nine finally puts his plan into motion. Using a machine he built while Sonic wasn’t around, he creates a portal to the Grim, his new home. Sonic begs Nine not to do this, that they’re friends, but that only makes Nine angrier. If they were friends, then Sonic would want to help him, if they were friends, then Sonic would’ve listened to him, and if they were actually, really friends then Sonic WOULDN’TV’E DONE THIS TO HIM.

Shadow had been outside the whole time listening to this, and he has heard enough of Nine’s ramblings. He lunged straight at Nine, but just as he’s about to reach him…. ZAP. They both stare down at Shadow’s limp, burned body. Sonic’s head started spinning rapidly. He couldn’t tell who was in front of him, he couldn’t tell what was going on, he couldn’t tell where he was or who he was or why he was doing any of this at all. All he knew was that Shadow. Was. Dead. Because of him. Because hedecided to trust him. He spin-dashed straight into the kit’s chest, pressing him deeper and deeper into the rough, ragged cavern floor. One of his mechanical tails snapped from the shear force the spin dash on his body. Sonic slowly picked the broken hunk of metal, held it above the little fox’s body, and …

He ran as far as he can go. He ran and ran until he just couldn’t anymore and broke down in the middle of f@!king boscage maze. They’re dead. Both of them are dead. And it’s his fault isn’t it? If he had listened to Shadow about Nine then he wouldn’t had gotten electrocuted. If he had listened to Nine then Nine wouldn’t have betrayed them. If he had listened to his friends then none of this would’ve happened in the first place. But he didn’t. And now they’re all dead. So why even try? Why even try to help people if you only end up hurting them? What’s the point? What’s the point of anything anymore? Sonic’s grip on sanity finally snaps, when someone finally finds him….

It’s Thorn. She’s been watching Sonic this whole time and is understandably disturbed by the whole, watching someone have a meltdown thing. Seeing that Sonic has seemingly calmed down, she reaches to ask what happened to him, why he was so scared, but it was too late. Sonic grabbed Thorn by the neck, just before Mangey, Prim, and Gnarly came looking for her. Meanwhile:

Shadow tackles Nine, shoving him into the portal and just barely managing to close it before he got back. But now, both Shadow and Nine are both stranded. Without the shards, Nine can’t create a portal to escape the Grim. Shadow can’t enter any of the shatter spaces, so even if he could leave the ghost world, he’d still be trapped. They’re both stuck.

Back with Sonic, the boscage maze crew are still trying to snap him out of it as he attacks them and their home. Prim keeps arguing this is pointless, that they should just beat him up until he leaves, but Thorn won’t let that happen. Sonic’s still in there. He has to be. This gamble fails, the forest is mostly destroyed and Mangey is injured. (btw the boscage maze stuff I just talked about isn’t very plot relevant, just wanted to mention it cause I could.) When Sonic finally leaves boscage, he plans to go to the other realities as well, destroying them one by one. But, for some reason, he decides to go to the Grim instead. He’s not quite sure why, but goes anyway. Why not, after all?

Nine has been on edge the entire time he’s been in the Grim. It made sense, after all. Sonic was still alive, and presumably, still looking for the last shard. His best bet was to try to find it before he found him. Nine had been searching for about a day and a half, getting increasingly desperate by the hour. He wished he had stolen the tech he gave to Sonic, or made another one that could help him track where the shard was. Suddenly, Sonic arrives. And Nine’s not exactly happy to see him again. Sonic immediately starts attacking, Nine trying as hard as he can to get a hit in. As they’re fighting, Nine has a realization. He can use this to his advantage. All he has to do is keep Sonic chasing him and his shoes will tell him where the last shard is. Then, try to trigger the “voice” so he can get the shard. Finally, finish. the. job. Unfortunately, the second step doesn’t go to plan. He’s able to get the shard but…….

Sonic gets to him before Nine could run off with it.

And when he watched him bleed out, when he watched the blood pour out of his chest, when he realized that he was dead, that there was no way he could come back from this, no way he could still miraculously be alive, no chance that he could ever fix what he had done, Sonic fully accepted what he had become. A mindless, murderous, monster.

Shadow has been waiting this whole time; waiting for Sonic, waiting for the last shard, and waiting for a chance to actually apologize for what happened at the workshop. But that chance had already passed, it seemed. Sonic slowly walked into the cave, where everything started, Grim shard and metal tail both in hand. The two hedgehogs met eyes. Sonic stood in shock for a minute, then smiled. One last person to kill. He hopped down from the cave’s mouth, tossed the shard to the side, and gripped the bloody scrap metal harder. Then, he lunged. They start battling it out as Shadow tries to put the pieces together on what happened. Sonic keeps teasing and joking with Shadz while they’re battling it out. Eventually it just devolve into rants about how stupid everything is, and how stupid he was for ever thinking he was a good person. When Shadow finally gets a good look at how deteriorated Sonic’s mind has become, he can’t help but wonder what he could’ve done to stop this. But it’s too late for that now. He was too slow. Shadow eventually gets the upper hand and corners Sonic, toppling him over. Here’s the passage I wrote for the next scene:

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Shadow grasped the jagged piece of metal and held it just above the blue hedgehog’s skull, shaking with what he couldn’t tell was rage or fear. Sonic’s eyes stared up at him, his maniacal grin completely wiped. Instead, a blank expression crossed his face. It wasn’t exactly fear, it wasn’t exactly shock, it wasn’t exactly sadness and it wasn’t exactly relief. It was…. everything, all mashed into one giant, unreadable expression. For once, Shadow felt he genuinely understood Sonic. For once, he knew exactly what he was feeling. Shadow dropped the blade. He hugged him.

“Wh-?”

“Because you need it.”

Sonic couldn’t hold back any longer. The tears that he had been repressing for so long now streamed down his cheeks like waterfalls as he leaned further and further into Shadow’s embrace. All the words he had wanted to say for so long spilled out of his mouth in a giant river, jumbled and broken and completely incoherent as he tried to explain it all, as he tried and tried and tried to apologize for everything he had done.

“I-I didn’t-”

“Shhh”

“I j-just-”

“Shhh”

“I c-couldn’t”

“It’s OK. Sonic, look at me.”

He lifted up Sonic’s tear stricken face with his hand, staring into his eyes, tinted with pain.

“It’s all gonna be OK.”

the end.

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And that’s it! This took a while to write, so thanks for sticking around through it all, that was really cool of you. A few little notes about the epilogue & after story.

Epilogue:

I need to clear something up before I can start discussing what happens in the epilogue. You may have noticed some of the Sonic art I’ve posted (mostly the ones with Sonic using a prosthetic arm) mentioned something about an epilogue. This is a mistake. What past me was trying to say was that this was from the after story. I just forgot the word for it, sorry! With that out of the way, let’s begin. After Sonic’s finally cried it all out, they both get up and he thanks Shadow for the hug. Shadow accepts, and there’s a cute lil scene where the two of them are just… talking, while they go to grab the last shard from the top of the mountain to put it back in its place. After they’re done, Sonic hesitates for a moment. Should he go back to them? After everything, he doesn’t really believe that they would want to see him, not after what he’d done. But Shadow reassures him that if HE could forgive Sonic, then his friends probably would too. They both go their separate ways, and Sonic finally gets to see his friends again. He (tries) to explain what happened, why he’s missing an arm and covered in blood, all that stuff, and they are understandably horrified at…. EVERYTHING he’s saying but ultimately forgive him. They all leave to get chili dogs, and we end with the whole gang minus Shadow having a picnic and Sonic FINALLY taking a nap on Tail’s tails.

After Story:

I don’t have much of this part planned out outside from a prosthetic design for Sonic and the BAREST of story outlines so I’m just gonna make a bullet point list.

Eggman steals the paradox prism

Everyone (including Shadow) gets together to make a plan to steal it back

Sonic messes up the plan somehow and starts freaking out

Shadow yells at him, making it worse

Sonic runs away and has a panic attack

After he calms down a little, Shadow goes to apologize

They go back and come up with a new plan

It works & they all go get some food (including Shadow, after a lot of convincing)

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Final, FINAL Notes: OH MY GOD THIS TOOK SO LONG TO WRITE THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE DONE IN ONE WEEK OH MY GOD. thank you again so much for reading all of this this is so long oh my freaking god why’d I make this so long? uh, this mostly serves as a reference sheet so you know what scene im drawing so I can stop getting questions on what is going on. speaking of questions, if you have any, ask! im bad at explaining stuff, so im sure there’s PLENTY. just to make sure im not getting anyone’s hopes up btw, i dont know if I’ll actually end up making this a full fic, mostly cause ive never made one before & i dont know how to use ao3 yet :( feel free to use any and all ideas mentioned within this mega-essay with or without credit, i support you! with this last, last, LAST note, I think I will leave you be.

(also sorry that this took so long to write, it got deleted 3 separate times so I had to start over haha :))))))))))

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imreadydollparts · 1 year

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Mattel Head Glue

With G3 Monster High hitting shelves, people are looking at G1 again and looking for ways to rectify the disgusting, seeping, doll destroying head glue Mattel was using at that time.

Not only is it gross but the glue discolors the vinyl heads of the dolls.

Barbie, Monster High, Ever After High, and Disney dolls all had the glue.

This method was shared to Reddit with incomplete information which has caused some confusion and concern there.

My biggest concern is OP claiming this is safe.

We don’t know if it’s safe. Not enough time has passed TO know. All we know is that L.A.’s Totally Awesome removes and at least partially sets Mattel’s head glue.

Room Temp T.A.

I’ve pulled out some of the original heads that I’d treated in this post from 2017, so some of the first to be treated:

https://imreadydollparts.tumblr.com/post/166572190170/the-super-long-totally-awesome-follow-up-post

These were soaked using this method:

https://imreadydollparts.tumblr.com/post/189592816645/i-may-have-figured-this-out-a-whole-2-years

They seem fine, so far.

Abbey has a blend of Doll Grade Kanekalon and Saran hair with tinsel. All three are fine. Her face paint is ok, the glitter looks the same, and her vinyl is the same shade of blue it was before. (She was treated before the glue had a chance to cause discoloration)

Her head is no harder than before other than where glue is. Because the glue itself has hardened, her scalp area is firmer than her face.

She is a little sticky again which comes as no surprise considering I was still experimenting and hadn’t really nailed down how long to let them soak, yet.

Snow White also has no problems, yet. She’s not sticky at all and still looks about new.

The Barbie who’s name I have forgotten (Sorry, Barbie Friend) and who’s glitter eye shadow turned a little white in the soak is a little bit sticky, but not bad.

None of them have had anything odd happen to their face paint, vinyl, or hair fibers.

This method does leave some glue inside the head and I had hoped it would be stabilized and stop seeping out. It seems it’s mostly stabilized but there may still be some in the roots of the hair that never set.

Hot T.A.

I also experimented with using hot cleanser (which I still do not recommend but I go over that in the related post).

https://imreadydollparts.tumblr.com/post/670203500481970176/i-did-an-experiment

Other uses for Totally Awesome

Other things I’ve done with L.A.’s Totally Awesome are

Deflocking My Little Pony: https://imreadydollparts.tumblr.com/post/708165700900028416/imreadydollparts-we-all-know-i-love-my-las

Removing tape residue from a doll: https://imreadydollparts.tumblr.com/post/189391048515/experimenting-with-las-totally-awesome-again

Soaking sticky, disintegrating rubber bands from doll hair (not much info at the link, but it works great): https://imreadydollparts.tumblr.com/post/187195051015/bonus-i-got-a-doll-in-the-mail-with-the-hair

!A real-true-total removal!

So far, the only report I’ve seen that shows a 100% removal of the glue is by @dollsorwhatever who tried a combination of L.A.’s Totally Awesome and pure tea tree oil.

https://www.tumblr.com/dollsorwhatever/706834548804157440/since-the-topic-of-glue-seepage-is-coming-up-again?source=share

Tea tree oil will strip the paint from the face and scalp.

If I’m understanding correctly, they had the same problems with just tea tree oil that I have with Goo Gone in that it’s effective but difficult to wash away when done, which is what prompted combining the oil with Totally Awesome.

Their result is total removal of the glue with some risk, versus Totally Awesome’s partial removal with low risk.

I have not personally tried tea tree oil.

The Triton Trials:

Triton X-114 is effective at removing head glue from doll hair with results similar to Totally Awesome. There is more info and experiments here:

https://www.tumblr.com/imreadydollparts/711432510491574272/so-we-all-know-that-ive-been-experimenting-with?source=share

Triton X-114 vs a repainted Monster High Nefera

https://www.tumblr.com/imreadydollparts/711499336325971968/the-triton-trials?source=share

Triton X-114 vs a repainted Monster High Skelita

https://www.tumblr.com/imreadydollparts/711683240118910976/the-triton-trials?source=share

Totally Awesome used in the same manner as Triton X-114 results

https://www.tumblr.com/imreadydollparts/711701851881553920/the-triton-trials?source=share

Triton X-114 used in the same manner as Totally Awesome results

https://www.tumblr.com/imreadydollparts/711856920117559296/the-triton-trials?source=share

#head glue #headglue #gluehead #glue head #las totally awesome #barbie #monster high #ever after high #triton xl 114 #the triton trials

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prettyflyshyguy · 1 month

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He's a monster, and he's hungry.

Wrote this over a few days because I'm. Not ok about this. It's on AO3, and under the cut cause it's a short one. Not super edited, just got desperate for more content exploring when Dean was a vampire and when I found none I was like "well alright. Guess I'll make it then."

“I can’t believe it.”

Dean paced the length of the hotel room, passing back and forth by the table where his brother sat, prowling like an animal in captivity.

“You just stood there and watched that freak turn me!”

He stared at Sam, hoping for a change in his reaction, a look of sympathy, an admission of guilt, some form of recognition that something fucked up happened in the alley. Sam’s face was blank, his heartbeat steady, and frankly he just didn’t seem to care. In fact, he hadn’t seemed to care about much recently. He was a cold, lifeless, empty husk and Dean was tired of it. His usual quips brought no frustrated response, no snappy replies, he was simply brushed off. There was no banter, no anger, simply complete and utter apathy no matter what he said. Sam had his moments, everyone did. Dean knew he had a tendency to push his luck, many people had told him this. But Sam was different, they were siblings. Sam putting up with him being an ass was just how things were, and would always be. At least it's how it should be. After everything they’d seen and done together… If Sam held any resentment, he’d have made it clear by this stage. He was a good liar, but Dean could always tell. They both knew each other too well. If he had any doubt something was off about Sam, it was quickly disintegrating as he stalked the room, watching him blankly staring up at him from the small table. Not even fidgeting in the slightest.

They’d been pushed to their limits before, and Sam was always the first to speak up when something was wrong.

“Dean.”

His lip curled at the sound of his name. It was so hollow. So static. It reminded him of school, when his teacher would check the roll call. It was an obligation and a requirement, not something done out of genuine care.

He decided to push a little harder.

“I mean what the hell was that all about Sam? Revenge? To get me back?” he growled.

“You know you’ve talked so much shit about me taking risks, is this all just some master plan to show me the error of my ways? A jab back at how you still, somehow deep down, think I’m Dad’s perfect son?”

He stood still, observing for a change in reaction. Dean desperately wanted to find a tiny shift in body language, a subtle twitch in his eyes or mouth, that sad glint in his eyes.

He breathed out slowly as Sam once again stared back with soulless eyes and a steady heart.

Not enough, Ok, he thought. He was an expert at this. Maybe Sam had steeled up after all these years.

It wasn’t a completely unreasonable possibility.

“I almost hurt Lisa and Ben, Sam! I came so close, I could have killed them and no one would have been there to stop me, but you were!”

He took a step towards Sam as he spoke, the venom of the accusation lingering in the air.

Sam breathed out and shuffled in his seat. Finally, a response.

“Dean, you need to calm down.”

You calm down.

He took another step closer, noting the slight increase in pace of Sam’s heart. Progress, hell yeah. A smile tugged at the edges of his lips though Dean’s eyes were as cold as Sam’s.

“Oh, that's rich coming from you! That’s easy for you to say when you’re not being assaulted by noise like you went to the movies and an intern did the mixing.”

He took another step closer.

The thrumming beat increased in speed once more.

“Dean.”

“S’matter of fact,” Dean slid his fingers across the tabletop, tracing the grooves in the rough wooden surface, “you’re exceptionally calm given I’m now stuck doing a bad David Boreanaz impression for an indefinite period of time, with no guarantee this Campbell special will even work.”

He looked up from where his hand slid along the table to match Sam’s unwavering gaze. His brother tilted his head to look up at him as Dean hovered above, adjusting in his seat. Sam slipped his left arm over the backrest of the chair.

Dean’s expression turned cold once more.

“And I’ve been thinking, Sammy. It’s ironic. Between that creep, you just standing there and watching, and…” jabbing his thumb back towards himself he gestured “... me…”

Dean slammed his hand back down on the table, leaning in closer. The headlights of a car flickered through the slim gap in the middle of the window curtains drawn behind them. It reflected off of Dean’s eyes for a split second, making Sam flinch. It reminded him of the animals on the side of the highway, peering at them through the bushes before darting away when they drove late at night.

“Begs the question,” Dean continued. “Which one of us is the real monster?”

Sam swallowed. The first real visible sign of him showing some nerves. He’d finally cracked him.

“Since you can hear my heartbeat,” Sam spoke slowly, “what does it say about me now?”

His tone was outwardly calm, but Dean could hear through him.

“It says you’re shit scared, Sammy.”

Sam waited for a few seconds before opening his mouth to respond. Whatever he said, Dean didn’t seem to notice, as his gaze began to shift from Sam’s face down to where the light of the window caught the curve of his exposed bare neck. A pang of hunger swelled in the pit of his chest as the noise and light and intensity of the room faded away until all that was left was the steady sound of the beating, beating, beating.

A sharp, intense pain stung the side of Dean’s neck breaking him free of the trance as he collapsed to the ground groaning and twitching in pain. Through fading vision he looked up to see Sam still sitting on the chair, slouching back, but holding a syringe in his left hand. The contents empty.

“You… sonof-abich…” his words formed a slurry as his body went limp.

“Nice of you to join us Samuel.”

“What the hell is going on here?”

“Sam’s showing me what all those years of boy scout training taught him to do.”

Dean sat on a chair, his legs, arms and chest bound with thick twine rope. Smiling at Samuel for a moment, he motioned with what little mobility he had in his hands to indicate. Samuel glanced at his brother with a questioning look.

“You did this?”

“He shot me full of dead man’s blood, and I gotta say, that’s one hell of a drug.”

Dean’s tone was dry and unimpressed. Samuel assessed the room, looking as though he wanted to ask more questions, but decided against it.

“Anyway you said you were getting something to help?” Dean’s voice broke the silence.

“This is help.”

Samuel pulled a glass jar out of a brown paper bag, setting it on the table. The contents was dark and viscous. It had sloshed around in transit, coating the airgap at the top of the jar. The light pierced through the clear glass and bright red light danced across the varnished wood tabletop.

“Wh- what is that?”

“Cows blood.” Samuel said curtly.

“That’s help?”

“It’ll keep you alive.”

As he twisted the lid open Dean’s eyes flicked between the jar and the two men.

“Well can you at least untie me first?” he pleaded, his voice straining.

The rope dug into his wrists and the thought of being spoon fed cows blood was sending his mind to a dark and violent place.

“Dean, it's just a precaution.” Samuel attempted to be reassuring.

Dean clenched his jaw. Precaution for what. You weren’t even here to see Sam attack me.

“Oh cut the bullcrap!” Dean spat, pulling against the rope binding his arms and legs. “C three P O over here was a bit too cautious back in the alley and look where it got us!”

Samuel stared at him tensely. Dean winced as a spike of sound ringed in his head from a car horn outside.

“Look I’m fine, Samuel. Really. Just untie me.”

The older man hesitated.

“Please?” Dean cracked a smile that usually got him whatever he wanted.

Usually.

Samuel watched him carefully while he placed the jar lid on the table. The unmistakable smell of iron, meat and death began to waft through the room. He leaned into the scent as he realised just how hungry he was. How dry his throat was. How much the deep, dark red called out to him.

“Samuel I will kill you if you try and hand feed that shit to me.”

The older man raised an eyebrow in response, unimpressed, and picked up the jar.

“Wait!”

Dean grimaced and hissed through gritted teeth as Sam called out from the other side of the table.

“One drop of human blood is enough, are we sure that cow’s blood is clean?”

“Oh you gotta be fucking kidding me Sammy…” Dean groaned.

Samuel paused, running it through his mind, blinking a few times, he contemplated the risk and the chance. Looking back, Sam shrugged silently.

“Sam has a point. If any human blood, from a cut or a scratch, got into this at the abattoir, you’re done.”

Dean ignored him and glared at Sam.

“God I can’t listen to you right now.”

“I didn’t say anything!” Sam blurted in frustration.

“Your fucking heartbeat man! It's so loud, it's so monotonous it’s killing me! Look, Samuel, just cut this fuckin rope and hand me the fuckin jar.”

Reluctantly, and cautiously, he pulled out a hunting knife from a holster on his belt. Staying as far from Dean as possible, he nicked part of the rope on Dean’s right arm just enough for him to wiggle it loose. Waving it in the air and stretching the fingers, Dean looked back to the two who were eyeing him off.

“See that wasn’t so bad now was it.” Dean’s tone was sarcastic and he tapped the armrest with his index finger.

“C’mon guys don’t look so nervous. You can just drug me up again, it’s not like that's off the cards is it Sammy.”

Sam glanced away at the mention of his name, Samuel grunted in frustration as he reached for the jar and took a step towards the chair. In an instant the background thrum of his heart filled Dean’s mind, it was faster, full of nerves and fear compared to Sam’s horribly persistent flat tone. As he approached holding the jar out, Dean felt something shift under his lip.

“NO.”

His voice boomed as he jerked back in his seat, the legs scraping against the floor. Breathing sharply, he tilted his head down avoiding the stares of his associates.

“Get away from me.”

Grunting and breathing through gritted, sharpened teeth, he glanced up.

“Sammy, drop the machete.”

They’d both instinctively reached for their weapons. Brandishing them high, already poised for a clean decapitating swing. Dean growled and heaved deep breaths of air, flexing the remaining restraints. He could break free, if he wanted to. With one arm loose, he could easily rip the remaining rope off. He contemplated the thought, reveling in how powerful it made him feel.

“Dean?”

Samuel’s voice snapped him back to reality. He’d placed his machete back on the table, Sam had lowered his but still gripped it.

Dean extended his free arm out and flicked his hand towards the table.

“Just hand me the fuckin jar already.”

Samuel was quick to oblige, and quicker to back away once Dean had it in his grip. He tried to not dwell on the way his companions looked at his mouth instead of his face. He could feel the second set of teeth against his lips, his tongue. The smell of blood was suffocating him now, a mixture of alluring coppery tones and the stench of raw stale flesh. He wasn’t sure which was making him feel more ill. The pungent aroma or the fact he liked something in it.

“So you two just gonna watch like this is some sort of peep show or what?”

Neither responded, still fixated on his every move. Pulling a face, Dean limply held the jar up as it to toast before bringing it to his lips. Taking a tentative sip, he recoiled as blood spilt down his chin. Groaning and sputtering he violently spat it out.

“Augh, god this tastes disgusting–”

“I promised you help, I didn’t promise it’d taste nice. Now drink it.”

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mushroommanstan · 2 years

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Sex Toy

Shigaraki x reader

Warning: angst, yandere, quick smut scene, overall pretty dark

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Running was the worst mistake you’ve ever made.

You were fast, but Dabi was faster. He tackled you to the ground before you could turn the corner, into the busy sidewalk of the city. He clamped his hand over your mouth and burned your lips if you made so much as a squeak as he dragged you back to the hideout, all the while taunting you for your failed escape.

You were already filled with dread when he caught you, but somehow even more so when he knocked on his boss’s door. The door swung open to reveal a panic struck Shigaraki, Japan’s most wanted villain, and your abandonment issued captor. You visibly gulped as he looked you over and slumped with a sigh, thanking dabi before wrestling you back inside his room (your prison cell). You took one last look at the hallway as Dabi sauntered off, because you knew it’d most likely be the last of the outside of his room that you’d ever see.

A long uncomfortable silence filled the room as he simply looked at you. He never got angry with you, never struck you, never even raised his voice. He had always been as gentle as he was delusional. However, this time when you looked into his eyes all you saw was betrayal and ire. You didn’t know what to say. No, that was a lie, you knew that sooner or later you’d start spouting bullshit excuses and apologies. You just didn’t know what to say that he would believe.

He let out a deep sigh, pulling you out of your thoughts, before speaking. “Do you know how much I’ve done for you?” He asked, you looked up at him, but couldn’t will yourself to respond. “I tolerated your fits, I fed you your favorite meals, I let you sleep on the bed with me, I even lied about you to my sensei. When he first got you for me he said all you were good for was a sex doll but I disagreed. I thought finally I’d have a chance to give and receive affection. That maybe, maybe I’d get to know what it was like to love and be loved. And when you eventually calmed down you said you loved me. That you were sorry and that you finally felt the same way I felt about you. I was so happy! Finally when I cuddled you at night you cuddled back! Finally when I told you I loved you you said it back without hesitation. When I touched you you didn’t jerk back. Finally I felt… I felt like someone cared about me and not just because I was needed to complete some grand plan. I-I was so happy!” He smiled, words quivering. Then his face dropped as he continued. “Then you tried to run. Run away from me and never return. Because I’m a freak. Because you could never love me no matter how hard I try”.

“That’s not-“

“ Its ok, you don’t have to lie! I get it! I’m just not capable of love. Sensei was right! I just-I just don’t deserve it. I should have listened to him. He was right about everything.”

“Wait-“

“You don’t love me! You’ll never love me! So I should just stop trying” he said before standing up and grabbing you by the neck and throwing you on the bed. You flailed and struck him as he climbed on top of you but he remained undeterred.

“All you are is a sex doll. And I need to stop pretending you’re anything more.”

He grabbed your knees and pushed them up into your chest, putting you in a mating press. He disintegrated your pants and underwear and stroked his dick along your folds to lube himself up. You were bone dry but that didn’t matter.

You screamed and flailed, knowing how much it’ll hurt to take his girthy cock without prep. But your desperate attempts to get him off proved meaningless as he forced his way into you. His face scrunched as he let out a breathy groan that couldn’t be heard above your wails of pains. He didn’t wait to begin thrusting, taking along your walls while your body desperately tried to create lubricant. You never felt so much pain, and Shigaraki never felt so much pleasure.

“Ffuuuckkk, you’re so much tighter” he groaned, head tilted back as he thrusted into you with deep unforgiving strokes. The friction from your dry cunt did wonders for his dick, while also having the warmth your cunt provided when it was consensual.

What felt like hours for you only felt like minutes for Tomura as he sped up his pace, his cock twitching wildly inside you, signaling his approaching orgasm. When he finally came, you felt his hot speed fill you as he threw his head back and let out a squeaky sigh. His jizz mixed with your blood on the bed sheets as you took comfort in the fact that it was finally over. Expecting aftercare, you were taken off guard as he unceremoniously shoved you into his closet. You banged on the wood but he ignored it, locking it’s doors and collapsing on the bed. You looked through the lock peephole and found him sound asleep on his comfy mattress, while you had to make do with the uncomfortable wooden corners of the small room you were trapped in.

Things were different after that. Expensive necklaces became tight collars that chained you either to his bed post or the closet wall. Delicious food became scraps and half eaten chip bags, maybe if you’ve been good a full instant ramen. And soft nights in his bed with him cuddling up to you became you trying to get comfortable on the wooden floor in the cramped closet.

Just when you thought things couldn’t get any worse, Dabi started walking into his room and asking about you. Meaningless small talk turned into Dabi asking for a turn with you as a reward for all his hard work. The old tomura would have declined, and threatened him for even thinking about defiling you. But ever since you broke his heart, all he did was wave his hand and mutter permission so long as he didn’t come inside. As Dabi threw open the closet doors with malicious intent, all you could do was curse yourself for running. All that did was make everything worse.

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Alright so, I know this fic is shitty, but it’s one of my firsts and my first smut! So, I hope you liked it! Uh, not proofread, basically just thrown together in one sitting, but I atleast hope it’s passable. If you have any constructive criticisms or advice to make my writings better I’d love to hear it! Thanks for reading! Have a good day!

#my hero academia #shigaraki tenko #bnha angst #dark content #yandere #shigaraki fanfiction #shigaraki x reader

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doodles-with-noodles · 5 months

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@ashclouds366 Thank u! You have accidentally activated an unskippable cutscene.

Malik and Jules are confusing asf. Story has very weird setting and all (it has a lot to do w egyptian mythology because thats my special interest). It’s basically our modern world that has to deal with the fact that all that shit is real and not made up. Which is kinda complicated because creatures are trying to wreak havoc and some of the dead are holding on. Which means there are people that have to keep that under control. Idk it’s a little complicated but ppl who have gotten in contact with death have the ability to pass over/through into the duat (underworld) to keep that stuff where it belongs. In order to do so without getting literally disintegrated they have to make a contract with a ghost who hasn’t had their heart weighed yet (which is creepy because if they tried to escape that means they did some fucked up stuff while still alive). All that is mixed with a lotta symbolism and feels :)

People who do that usually work for museums or other historical institutions. Jules, Malik and Charlie do that, too because they got teamed up (I love museums don’t judge me). I don’t think it’s only about kicking monster/ghost of the week’s ass though but they’re also historians kinda? It’s a bit angsty sometimes but Malik and Jules got a silly crush on eachother! I think Jules had a family member that died and now she’s stuck with the fucked up ghost of a woman who started a bloody revolution. And then she’s like, ok if I‘m haunted I‘m at least getting paid for it. (it’s not that easy actually, she’s terrified of that thing)

Malik has some… also fucked up backstory which… Idk why I did that but he should be dead. He’s also blind which was something I thought would be neat because there are so few main characters with that kind of disability (atleast in mainstream media) because I think some producers just are too lazy? to write characters whose disability is not just a missing limb but something that that has to be shown affecting their everyday life and can’t be ignored.

Yeah. I’m done. I love them.

#Malik & Jules #oc stuff #thanks for asking hehe #I‘m sorry

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checanty · 1 year

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The other week both my ancient (10 years!) winter coat and my beloved creepy tote bag (7 years) decided it was a good time to break. I have to admit I have been toying with the idea of getting a new coat already, especially as it’s growing pretty threadbare in general, but I also feel very strongly about making the things I already own last and let’s face it: I can get another 3 years or more out of that coat. And I do still like it. It’s just old and worn and looks like it. (But I’ll keep an eye open when I go thrifting from now on...) By tote bag has a special place in my heart as well because I ordered it from my own Society6 shop back in the days when I was new to being a pro illustrator and seeing your own work on a physical (and useful!) object is always very exciting! At the time I would have loved to order a bag for each of my artworks, but thankfully I did not, even though it was more money constrains than awareness for environmental issues that held me at bay. Nowadays I think a lot more about how our actions impact our planet, both because I love the natural world (which we imo mistakenly separate from our human ‘civilization’) and everything living in it (apart from ticks), but also because I’m worried about our--let’s face it: my own--future. I know that especially over here in the wealthy west we’re consuming we’re consuming far more than is sustainable. Thusly, whenever I’m promoting my print (and merch) shop, I’m a little bit torn. I of course want people to buy my art so I can make a living, but I also want to promote making conscious consumer choices aka not buying stuff on a whim or to make yourself temporarily feel better only to regret your purchase later, but being sure you actually want and will treasure something or really need something before clicking ’buy’. Anyhow, I’ll be using my tote bag until it fully disintegrates (and then I’ll probably use it to stuff a pillow :D). Some years ago I stumbled upon the concept of ‘visible mending’, which was primarily appealing to me because I’m pretty bad at sewing and not being able to make something look ‘as good as new’ kept me from pro-longing my clothes’ lives. However, most of the cute ‘visible mending’ examples feature nice embroidery and let me tell you: I also cannot embroider at all and ‘the mending has to look stylish’ is putting just as much pressure on myself as ‘it has to look new’. My takeaway, however, was that it’s okay if people can see that my clothes had holes once (and now very amateurish stiches). Caring for my belongings and making them last, reducing the amount of resources I use and not supporting fast fashion is part of my value system and I’m ok if people notice.

So now when something tears my measurement of mending success is whether or not I can use it again. Yes, I could have gone the extra step of at least buying some darker yarn to match my bag, but that extra step would have taken me weeks (not kidding. this stuff ends up on my ‘to do’ and will just never be done) to accomplish and my bag would have started to accumulate dust. Now it’s fixed and can go back to carrying groceries for me. I also sewed my coat button back on and the entire procedure took less than an hour and both items are back in use, hooray! Anyhow--I guess here’s a link to my Society6 shop. Please only buy when you’re willing to keep the purchase forever and ever!

#am I a lifestyle influencer now #visible mending #when I imagined writing this I thought it would be very meaningful and have a point #but I'm really just rambling #still figuring out how to make 'please buy my things but also don't buy things' work #as a marketing strategy

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teethw0lf · 1 year

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I had the horrific idea to get high and write about Mista and Narancia getting high using a concept I had already joked about with a friend and this is how it turned out. I wrote it in notes app so I’ll just copy and paste it 💀.

Pizza Heroes

Five edibles. Five. One two three four five. That was the bet. If Mista and Narancia could not finish watching “Low Quality Family Guy Memes” without even so much as cracking a tiny baby smile. The tiniest of all smiles ever in the whole world. They’d have to wake up in the morning and take 5 edibles or more. They’d never done more. But they did today. Fuck them. They were underestimating their power. They were gonna prove them wrong so good. Holy fuck LMAO.

So it was five. That was the requirement. But no. What they took was 10.

Narancias muscles had just started to go on strike just as the both of them got epic fnaf ninja mr. beast jumpscared by Mistas phone. It was loud as all hell and it almost had a rude ass tone to its voice, like it was going “HEY YOU PIECE OF ASS POTHEADS PICK UP NOW.” so naturally mista picked it up, while Narancia stared on in bewilderment only properly described by a cursed emoji reaction image from the depths of Gen Z Pinterest.

“Oh hell- nah. Oh sorry haha. No I was talking to somebody else. Um I’m sick. Cmon- dude ok alright uh. Ok.”

Mista hung up.

He faced Narancia with a look of horror.

They faced eachother with a look of horror.

Only properly described by two cursed emoji reaction images from the depths of Gen Z Pinterest.

Oh god oh fuck.

“Narancia we gotta go to work dude.”

They weren’t even all the way high yet but the thoughts in their brains were already falling out of their nostrils and also ear holes as soon as they formulated, leaving no time and no ability to maintain a proper conversation with anything and anyone. Including the house fly that was annoying them.

“Hey MOTHERFUCKER”

Narancia threw a gnarly punch at the fly but it landed on mistas huge tit.

“AAAAUUUGGGGHHHHHHH’!!!!!!!!!”

He threw his hands up in agony like that one cursed emoji reaction image gif thing where the emoji disintegrates away while holding its hands up and making a face of true and utter distraught.

“Sorry bro. There was a fly.”

They managed to drive to work by sheer luck and sheer luck alone. Narrowly missing a cruel and painful death several times over and somehow not really realizing it unless the other car honked then it was “WOAH FUCK!!!!!”

Dominoes

Expensive ass overrated pizza. Mista and Narancia thought their pizza was just any ass pizza and that that good and definately not $45 for like a medium pizza or something fuck them. But they worked there so whatever.

After clocking in, the two of them put on their dominoes pizza hats with the anime lines behind them and victorious and suspenseful music playing and they grasped each others hands in camaraderie and best friendship and possibly maybe a homestuck romance reference or something really fucking nerdy and cringe and gay like that and they posted up behind the counter. Alone as the fly in Narancia and Mistas house thought it was when Narancia punched it into a tit that must have been like a gigantic and majestic mountain to that tiny little fly. Death by boob mountain. That is hilarious Narancia decided and he randomly doubled over and lost his shit laughing. He could not hold it in. He could not even try to hold it in. He couldn’t. It just came out like vomit except it was laughing. What was he laughing about? Idk honestly I myself can’t remember what I just wrote so you put two and two together okay? Ok.

Narancias laughing made Mista start laughing too.

“Bro stop that you’re making me laugh”

He said with a breathless “heeheehaahaa”

Omfg he sounded just like a donkey.

Narancia was laughing like that chimpanzee at the campfire named Sugriva when asked “is it dinner time”

“Hey mista. If you had a fursona do you think it would be a donkey?” He asked, giggling.

“A donkey? Fucking why.”

Mista asked pretending to be offended because technically he was being called an ass. But ass is a butt and that’s fucking hilarious oh my gods.

The gods are probably shaking their heads at them right now as they stand there making stupid jokes and forgetting what they were supposed to do right here and now. Unbeknownst to them both they are ignoring several orders and are both standing behind the cash register and 4 people have come and and then left after seeing these weirdo loser furries talk about their fursonas.

“Mine would be a chIIIMP-“ Narancia couldn’t finish that last sentence before he started laughing again and it forced the tail end of his sentence to get all loud and yelly. Fuck chimps are so fucking funny. They are so fucking silly and they make loud screaming sounds and it’s hilarious.

“Nah!! Chimps are scary! Buff as hell. Stronger than any man.” Said Mista.

“I’m hungry” said Narancia.

“Oh wait FUCK OH SHIT.”

They both turned their heads so fast the air went through their ears and made a SHOOSH sound.

They’ve been sitting here ignoring 10 orders.

Mista and Narancia scramble into the kitchen like shaggy and scooby doo. Or more like shaggy and shaggy because they are both human men and not a dog. Mista pulls out his Bluetooth speaker and it starts playing his playlist for work. They are not actually allowed to do this but nobody is here not even a manager so fuck those bitches.

They make artful and beautiful pizzas. Narancia sways back and fourth while putting toppings on his pizza to Slow Dancing In The Dark by Joji.

The music fills him with such a floaty and blue emotion. Oh it was so pretty. And sad. Slow dancing is such a pretty name for a song. Slow dancing in the dark. That was just classically romantic and so so lovely. It was roses and dewdrops and a faun stumbling in the rain with an arrow in its back.

Damn it NO this fic is supposed to be funny, Narancia thought, the fourth wall being held in his determined and angry grasp and shaken by the throat. This will NOT become an angsty crush fic.

But then, suddenly, Mista turned around to face Narancia and he said “I want to talk to you about something I saw the other day and it’s really interesting and cool.”

Narancia nodded. Still schmoovin except the song has changed to “Fourth Of July” by Sufjan Stevens.

“No what change the song Mista this song makes my eyes water.”

“I was trying to tell you something hold on-“

“Mista my heart is SENSITIVE AND MUSHY!!!!”

“Okay okay fine”

“Alright tell me”

“Okay Narancia so there is this thing called homestuck-“

Narancia was trying to listen to Mista but he was too busy on trying to make sure the pizza didn’t look like it was made by a person who was extremely high. Oh shit. What if they could tell based off of the pepperoni symmetry.

The phone started ringing. Oh fuck. Oh shit. Wait how long have we been making these pizzas. Just two pizzas. No way….an hour? Oh fuck. No no no.

He picked up the phone.

“This is Pizza”

They hung up.

Mista was laughing at him.

“Mista we are going to get fucking fired I’m so scared bro I’m so fufkced I’m so fucked oh fuck.”

Mista was reminded of the vine with the kid slamming the oven to the beat while his dad plays the horn and they are wearing sunglasses. He thinks about imitating the horn tune and slamming the oven to the beat like the video to make Narancia laugh and stop getting scared, but he didn’t wanna break the oven. What if he was accidentally too rough. So he just went

“Doodoodoodoodoodoodooodoodoofooodoodoodoo”

“Mista what are you doing. Holy fuck we have like. A million orders.”

Narancia started shaking his hands next to his head and pacing and sobbing and crying.

Mista didn’t like seeing Narancia cry! Oh no? His friend. He had to create a distraction. Woah man his muscles were totally not having it. His brain was just a big playdough mound bumpin around in his skull. It was like he was made out of lead. His tounge and his fingers were getting numb and tingly. Yo he was SO high. Woah. Uh oh. Oh no.

Right distraction.

“Okay Narancia so like listen this might make you feel better. So theres this thing called homestuck and there are humans and trolls and they play a game. And theres different kinds of romance but I can’t remember the one that makes me feel about-“

Oh fuck he almost said ‘you’. Narancia can’t know that Mista was totally mega cringe down for him?!!!!!!!

“About this person I think is pretty cute and stuffs.”

His story was not helping Narancia. In fact he was sitting on the floor rocking back and fourth and sobbing but almost completely silent with his mouth hanging open and his eyes squeezed shut like he’s a toddler that fell down and it hurt. The door rang. Oh shit. He tried to pretend like Narancia wasn’t losing his mind behind the counter.

It was Trish.

“Why the fuck are you guys at work like this.”

“Because they wouldn’t let me call out big cheese says I’ll get a write up.”

“You guys look like you’re totally pulling this off and having absolutely no problems. Where is Narancia.”

Trish looked like an emotion Mista couldn’t comprehend. Like dorcelessness. Or maybe she was being sarcastic. Shit was he autistic?

Narancia tried to say “I’m here.” from behind the counter but he only made a sad sobbing sound.

Trish peeked from around the corner at him and he almost got ejected from his body.

“AAAUGH!!!”

he sounded just like Darwin from the amazing world of gumball.

Oh fuck his heart. It was so fast. Holy shit he can’t swallow. It’s like he can’t swallow what if he starts choking. What he he has a SEIZURE!! oh-

“Mista I think Narancia needs to go home.”

Trish poked Narancia like he was a roadkill.

“I need to go to the hospital guys. Can you overdose on weed? I think I’m dying. PleSe don’t let me die.”

“No you can’t overdose on weed, Narancia, oh my fuck- Mista. MISTA.”

Mista was thinking about troll romance.

Then Fugo walked in.

“Did you get the pizza or what it’s been fucking 35 mins- oh my fucking god why are you guys at work.”

“Fugo please tell Trish I could be having heart failure!!!!”

Narancia wailed.

Trish rolled her eyes so hard that it looked like it hurt and it probably did because she rubbed them after.

“Oh god you guys I swear I’m not crazy. Was our shit LACED!?”

Fugo scoffed “no you fucking idiot you took ten fucking edibles that’s what’s going on here.”

“Fugooooo” Narancia wailed.

Trish and Fugo looked at Mista who was staring off into space still standing behind the counter and thinking about troll romance. He couldn’t wait to tell his friends all about this new cool and very much brand new thing called homestuck.

Fugo leaned over to see the absolute state the kitchen was in. As expected there was a burnt pizza in the oven and a pizza that was halfway made and stil frozen halfway falling off the counter. The speaker was playing “DICKE TITTEN” by Rammstein. Ah hell yeah. This was fugos groove he loved pissed sounding German men singing industrial metal.

#jjba #jojos bizzare adventure vento aureo #jojos bizarre adventure #fugo pannacotta #narancia ghirga #guido mista #jjba vento auero #trish una #this is awful #sorry guys #this is pizza #jjba fanfic #crack fic #fanfiction

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eternally--mortal · 2 years

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So I’ve seen a couple comments lately specifically associated with the ever-growing comment chains of @buggachat’s bakery enemies au where some fellow readers are claiming that a lot of us are hating on Marinette.

It’s not a lot of comments, but it’s enough that I wanted to say something. You don’t have to listen. That’s ok. You can scroll if you want to, but the thoughts are here if you wanted or needed them.

Here’s the thing:

When you write a realistic character, or adapt a character realistically from a tv show, there are going to be moments of pain and frustration on all sides. Yes, Marinette is allowed to feel her own pain and frustration, but We as an audience are Also allowed to have second-hand frustration based on her actions.

I’m allowed to like Marinette and acknowledge and validate her frustration while still Also Being Frustrated at her. That being said, I understand that We can see the whole story and She can’t. Even apart from that knowledge, I am allowed to have compassion for her and Still Disagree with the way that she handles things. That is not me being a Marinette salter or me hating on Marinette. That is me recognizing that this very human response of Marinette’s is placing Adrien — and herself — into unhealthy situations.

People aren’t good and bad all the time. You don’t have to love them all the time. And even if you Do still love them, you don’t have to agree with them.

I’m not trying to start a fight, but I wanted to put all of this out there because . . . I’ve read through the comments. And I haven’t really seen a great deal of people genuinely trashing Marinette. They’re just responding to the direct situation with their very-normal emotional reactions. Which is sort of part of the point, isn’t it?

And I’m sorry @buggachat . I know I tagged you. It’s mostly to give context to this post. I’m not trying to pull you into the discussion or force you to comment on it or pick a side. Please continue on with your beautiful life and enjoy torturing us every 24 hours. You’re doing great, sweetie. This post isn’t really for you unless you want it to be. I don’t know. You might not even agree with me. And that is your right as a human being.

To everyone who feels this Does apply to them, I just wanted to say, here are some general facts of life that the world continues to beat into us, whether we like it or not:

Good people can do terrible things. In fact, some of the worst things are Genuinely Awful to that degree because they were done by good people. Just look at Adrien’s situation. He’s seen how Marinette has So many friends who love her. He’s seen that she’s capable of being an absolutely wonderful person. To him it looks like she’s choosing to be a terrible person to him specifically. Real people go through this in the real world, too. When a good person does something horrible, it doesn’t change the fact that they’re still a good person to Someone out there — maybe to multiple someone’s. They’ve just chosen not to be a good person to You. Or chosen to be a Bad person to you. And that Hurts. And it’s Worth acknowledging and talking about. (This is the real tragedy of evil, in my opinion. It’s why children of abusive and negligent parents often struggle so deeply with the question of why they still feel a need to earn love from their parents and whether they should leave them behind.)

People are constantly experiencing growth and change. There’s something great called the Theory of Positive Disintegration that describes the process. It’s super cool. Look it up. It’s healthy to acknowledge that we all make varied choices as our worldviews change and as we experience new things. People we see as ‘bad’ don’t have to stay that way and likely aren’t what we expect. People we see as ‘good’ are not always strictly good. (Besides this, How many people do we call “Good” because of whom they decided to be evil to? Who gets to decide who the enemy is anyway?)

Literature is designed with complexity in mind. Stories are often made with fleshed out human beings. Sometimes stories are written Specifically to show us questionable behavior so we can see the world through a new lens and decide for ourselves whether we agree with that person. Just take a look at Restoration Drama if you have any doubts. Old white men debated for ages about whether or not their audiences were smart enough to notice questionable behavior in cases of, for instance, rape or cheating or manipulation. Did they ever ask the audience? Not really. But the point is that we Do sometimes get suckered into blindly supporting characters without really watching what they’re Doing. It doesn’t mean we’re not smart enough to notice or talk about it. The danger comes when we try to shut that conversation down by Never showing evil or Never acknowledging it when it’s there. —No one is perfect. So we have flaws. So what? That’s normal. It’s human. It’s normal to empathize with a character. It’s ok to openly express second-hand embarrassment or frustration for their actions. If you don’t want strangers on the internet to point out Marinette’s flaws, then maybe You shouldn’t be pointing out the flaws of strangers on the internet.

I’m not trying to attack anyone in particular. Or anyone at all. I just wanted to put some of this into perspective. Some of you making these comments might be joking! I can’t really read emotional subtext on the internet. Some of us are bad at reading it in real life, too. This is just me putting some thoughts out there to remind you that we all have complex emotional lives, and that discussing a person’s flaws isn’t the same thing as hating them or rejecting them or making them out to be the enemy. If no one ever talked about the bad parts of good people, we wouldn’t have compelling stories.

#marinette dupen chang #bakery enemies au #just some thoughts #mlb #miraculous ladybug #people are complex #let us acknowledge their complexities

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sharkneto · 2 years

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Any WIP's you wanna share? 🔫

Man, always, but I also feel like I'm running low on WIPs to share lol. it's hard to keep track of what's already been shared. What to pick from, tho, what to pick from...

Have a snip from this fic that's just been sitting on my computer for too long. It's technically done, idk why I haven't posted it. Fits in with not alone series, Allison finds Five in a low moment:

There’s one of Five’s problems, right there, Allison thinks. Another one they don’t know how to fix. “What about you?”

“What about me?” he repeats back dully, tucking himself tighter into his ball.

“What about your happy ending?”

He doesn’t respond for a long time. They watch another delivery at the florist on the corner. She thinks he’s just not when he mumbles, “This is it, isn’t it? My good ending.”

Allison tightens her grip on his foot. He doesn’t react to it.

“Really,” he adds, almost to himself, “what do I have to complain about? Got everything I wanted. Well, five-sixths of what I wanted. That’s pretty good.”

Her heart aches for Ben, too. She wonders how that grief, now dull and familiar after all these years, would twist if she technically had the ability to save him but still couldn’t. Five is Five, so he must have tried; the fact that they don’t have Ben means there’s something that stopped him. She won’t ask. “You did really good, Five.”

He hums absently. “Never said I didn’t. Could have done better, though.” He glances at her, an eyebrow raised in a sad mockery of playful. “’Maybe all one can do is hope to end up with the right regrets.’”

It’s times like this where it really slaps her in the face that her brother truly is a fifty-eight-year-old man trapped as a thirteen-year-old. The weight to his gaze around how he’s trying to lighten the mood for her is extraordinary. That did sound like a quote, though, the cadence he said it with. “Is that from something?”

Five shrugs. “Something or other. I only found the one page of it. Some play. It was at a point where most other paper had disintegrated if I hadn’t saved it, so it was an interesting find. Stuck with me.”

“It’s a good quote,” she offers.

The corner of his mouth twitches up. “It does sound rather profound. Which means it’s probably the only good line from the worst play that no one ever saw. That’s my luck.”

Allison smiles with him, although it cuts her a little bit.

Maybe all one can do is hope to end up with the right regrets.

She looks back outside.

“You don’t usually talk about this stuff,” she says after a beat.

He sighs. “And I shouldn’t. You don’t need to deal with any of it and here I am dumping it on you. Guess you caught me at the wrong time.”

“Or the right time. I’m always happy to listen, Five.”

He gives her a flat look. “Nothing about this is happy.”

“You know what I mean. I’d rather you weren’t stewing in it by yourself. We want to help.”

“The whole point of everything was you wouldn’t have to. I’m fine, Allison. Really. Turns out I’m just a tired and maudlin old man. Who could have seen that coming.”

Allison rubs her thumb over the top of his foot. He still hasn’t pulled it away from her so it must be ok. His word choice gives her pause. “You haven’t been drinking, right?”

Another flat look. “Three, it’s two in the afternoon.”

The not yet goes unspoken but she hears it. “Touché,” she says anyway, her heart thumping funny at him calling her by her number. It’s something he’d done when they were kids, too; they’d had real names by the time they were nine but Five, as the lone number left, was the only one still allowed to use the numbers. He did rarely, when particularly irritated or – in truly rare instances – particularly affectionate.

It's something she’d forgotten. Another piece of him, still there.

#i am soft for this fic #five leaks a little bit about the apocalypse #the quote is from arthur miller's the ride down mt morgan #felt like a good quote for five #tua #snips #number 5 #ask response

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birdmenanime · 1 year

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ok this is the last fic for the night because i have class. in 6 hours. uh oh

the whole thing under the cut

He doesn’t know when Karasuma and Takayama’s talks on the rooftop became so common, but it got to the point where every other day he found himself standing a few feet away from him. They’re talking about something nauseating or confusing, as usual, and before Karasuma can try and throw a wrench at the mess, the chimes of the school bell ring. Whatever, I’ll decipher it later.

Karasuma turns to go, before he misses 5th period, again, before a hand grabs at his wrist. He twirls around, confused, coming face to face with Takayama.

“Huh?”

Takayama doesn’t answer, only keeps staring, eyes boring into the other. The attention causes heat to rise in Karasuma’s cheeks. If he squints, maybe, just maybe, a light dusting of color is on Takayama’s face as well.

Out of the corner of Karasuma’s eye, Takayama’s free hand lifts from his side, before landing gently on the other’s cheek.

But before Karasuma could even process what was happening, a surge of energy erupts from the marking on his back, and a blackout’s shadow begins to form high above.

Karasuma can see Kamoda’s blackout stick its bald head out, and for some reason, Karasuma is more annoyed than usual about it. He swears he even hears Takayama sigh, before letting go. He quickly transforms and flings into the sky.

Karasuma stands still, not quite getting what just happened. A minute later and Sagisawa bursts from the roof door dramatically, shaking Karasuma out of his thoughts. Above, the blackout is already disintegrating.

Takayama never elaborates, and Karasuma never asks.

...

In this dream Takayama smiles, his grayscale hair shifting with the nonexistent breeze. It makes Karasuma’s heartbeat so much faster.

He flips upright, slowly, the ever-shifting light moving with his jet-black wings.

“Why?” It’s more of a question for himself, for his psyche. Why, out of all the things he can dream about, does he dream about his missing friend? He looks around at the white expanse, taking in the millions of floating feathers. What weird symbolism is this supposed to portray?

“Karasuma,” The dream Takayama speaks, snapping the teen out of his thoughts.

“...Yes?”

Takayama’s face is suddenly close, close enough that their noses bump as Takayama slightly cocks his head, shadows flickering to the left of his face. Without color in this world, Takayama’s irises are completely white. His friend’s breath puffs onto Karasuma’s lips as he whispers: “You’re not dreaming.”

Karasuma startles so much that he falls out of his seat. A few of his classmates look over in curiosity, he’s sure one laughs, but Karasuma ignores them, shakily getting up and sitting back down.

He barely pays attention in class anymore anyways, but he spends the rest of the day replaying the dream in his head.

...

He grabs Takayama by his stupid wingmass collar and pulls him down so their eye level. From aside, he hears Sagisawa squawk, but he doesn’t give a shit. “What the fuck is wrong with you?!” He can see Takayama’s red eyes widen up close. “Why do you think you can just decide everybody’s fate like this?! Who do you think you are?!”

“Y-“

“Shut up! I’m pissed off! I don’t want to hear anything from you! I’m so sick and tired of you running around and doing whatever the fuck you like! Do you even know what damage you're causing?” He can feel his brain split with a searing headache. “You left. You were missing, Takayama! For months! You could’ve been dead, for all we knew! Did you and your prophecy ever think about that?” He practically spits out the last word, blood boiling. Takayama has the audacity to look confused. Confused! It’s just like him to not even understand what he’s done to them. To him. The thought only has Karasuma even more pissed, twisting his hands further into Takayama’s wingmass collar as he feels something unrecognizable bubble in his chest and pull-

Before Karasuma can act, he’s ripped away from Takayama and being held in the air by his wings by Kamoda.

“That’s enough, Ei-Chan.” He says, face laced with concern. “I think he gets it.”

Karasuma blinks a few more times, watches as Takayama slowly comes back to life, getting out of Irene’s grasp.

“I wasn’t done.” Karasuma croaks, voice cracking, but the feeling in his chest fizzles out. He tries to grab onto it and remember what exactly he wasn’t done with

The realization has Karasuma flushing the deepest red he could get. He was going to kiss him.

“Woah! Calm down!” Kamoda remarks as Karasuma starts wiggling in embarrassment and breaks from Kamoda’s grip, flopping unceremoniously on the ground.

Just let me rot here.

...

“I just,” Karasuma lets out a shaky breath after his rant, his shoulders trembling. “I don’t even know who you are anymore. It’s like all of your humanity has just...vanished. You’re my friend, and…” He swallows the lump in his throat, before looking up, his eyes watering. “Are you even still in there?”

And Takayama stares at him, blankly. With that same deadpan expression, he’s had since they’d found him. He quietly lifts his hands up, and Karasuma’s voice doesn’t kick up in time to question it as they land on either side of his face, gently cupping his cheeks. Takayama keeps staring, and his eyes furrow the slightest amount in confusion, before readjusting back to normal. He wipes away a budding tear from Karasuma’s eye.

And then he leans in. Karasuma’s eyes stay open as Takayama slowly plants a ghost of a kiss onto his lips, before quietly backing out.

The Bellwether blinks, processing. His head starts to scream in a headache, in confusion, as it rapidly tries to understand what it means. And in the process tears start to stream out of their own volition. “Why did you do that?”

Takayama’s face is completely neutral, blinking as if he doesn’t even know he’s awake. “I don’t know.” He admits.

The honesty only makes Karasuma cry more. He lets out a confused, broken sob, before he swallows it back up with a large sniffle. Get it together, his brain screams at him. Get it together!

He presses his head into his knees, taking ragged breaths into they even out. He grits his teeth, and forces the bubbling anxiety and grief down, down, until he’s okay. He’s still crying, but it’s better than before. He looks up.

On Takayama’s face, he can see hints of panic and confusion as he states: “I kissed you”

“I noticed that.”

“Why?”

Karasuma wants to explode. “You think I know?!” He sniffles loudly, wiping at his nose with his wing massed arm.

The other doesn’t seem to hear him, instead staring at his hands. “Why did I…”

It snaps something inside Karasuma. “Could you at least try to think before you act on your instinct? For once?” He’s tired of it. He’s tired of picking up the pieces of his fractured heart and mind every time Takayama did just whatever the fuck he wanted. It makes his blood boil, and if Karasuma was just a bit more of an asshole, he’d sock Takayama in his stupid, impulsive, face.

“Karasuma-“

The teen in question tries to hide his face. He needs to go...he doesn’t even know. Process. Cry some more. Sleep for a million years. “Just...Just save it. I don’t. I don’t even want to talk about this right now.”

He stands to leave, wiping his knees and unfurling his wings, when he hears it.

“What does it mean when you want to kiss someone?”

Karasuma twirls around on the foot he was about to launch off with. “What?”

The wild-haired teen pouts, eyebrows furrowed as he genuinely thinks. “What does it-“

“I heard you the first time,” Karasuma hisses, heat flaring up. “But why are you even asking this?”

“I kissed you.” Takayama says, again, slowly, for the second time that day.

“I know, I was there.”

Takayama stands up, his wings fluttering around him, wrapping themselves swiftly around his form.

“Do you-“

“Are you seriously asking me this?! Why do you think you kissed me, idiot!”

“I don’t know-“

“Well how the hell am I supposed to know if you don’t?”

“Why do people kiss?” Takayama’s red eyes are fully open, curious, desperately trying to figure something out.

“Because-“ Karasuma balks, flushes, trips over his own words as he plays it in his head. “Because they like each other.”

Takayama thinks for a moment. “I like our friends. But I wouldn’t want to kiss them.”

“It’s...It’s a different form of ‘like,’ Takayama. You’ve had people confess to you, they asked you out, they liked you.”

“I know, but I didn’t get it.”

“Oh my god, are you 10?!” Karasuma yipes flails his arms around. “They wanted to date you! You kiss someone when you want to date them, hang out with them, all of that! Kissing is intimate between couples, so friends don’t do it!”

“We’re friends.”

“I know.”

“So why do I want to kiss you?”

“Like I said, Takayama, I don’t know-“ He chokes on his words as he processes Takayama’s question. “You want to kiss me again?”

Takayama seems just as shocked as Karasuma is, the silence falling on them both. It’s unfair how fast Karasuma’s heart is beating, right now. The wild haired boy shifts, for a moment, glancing off to the side before asking:

“...Can I?”

Could he? Should he? Wasn’t Karasuma crying over him a mere 5 minutes prior? His throat still burns hot from the sobs and he’s sure his cheeks are stained with tears.

But Karasuma cares more for Takayama than he could have ever imagined. More than he could’ve ever bargained for, going as far to travel across the world and stick with him through his delusions of a prophecy. Sagisawa has teased him relentlessly over this, over the past few months, but Karasuma had never listened. It hurt to think about. He didn’t have time to nurture wounds for a boy that left with no remorse. Instead, he pushed all those feelings down, far down, into his subconscious and hoped they’d never resurface. But who was he kidding, all it took was a glance and a smile for everything to come racing back, traitorous heart and all.

“Okay.” He surprises himself when he says it, his ears burning. “I don’t know how to kiss someone.” He refuses to think about the fact Takayama was his first kiss, and that he cried immediately after.

“I...don’t either.” Takayama nods. “I kinda just...went off instinct.”

“You barely touched my lips, anyways.” Karasuma grumbles, hoping it’ll quell his thundering heart. “Not much of a first kiss.”

The other smiles a bit at the jab. “I’ll try to make it up to you.”

“You-!! You can’t just say smooth stuff l-like that out of nowhere, you’re going to kill me!” Takayama only smiles again, takes a small step forward. Karasuma takes a deep breath, before he screws his eyes shut (nose wrinkling) as he anticipates Takayama to lean in.

It doesn’t really work. Takayama puts too much force into the kiss, and they end up smacking their foreheads together, causing Karasuma to grunt as pain blossoms from his nose.

“Sorry.”

“S’okay,” He replies, scrunching his face and rubbing at his nose. “Too much force, though.” Since when did this turn into a lesson? This is a bad idea. He knows it, but his heart betrays him by continuing to flip at the sight of the other.

They stand there awkwardly for a moment until Karasuma grows impatient.

“So what does this mean!?”

Takayama blinks. “Hm?”

“What does this mean for us!” His face is heating up, again. “Because I absolutely refuse to just walk away like this didn’t just happen without even talking about it!”

Takayama shrugs.

“Don’t just shrug!” He screeches, before smacking a hand on top of his face. “Ughh, of course this has to be difficult. Okay, look. I won’t say I don’t,” he coughs, “enjoy kissing you.” He ignores the shadowed grin emitting from the other. “But...I don’t think either of us are in the position to date right now. Especially with this prophecy thing and whatever else is going on with you, and like.” He gestures frantically in the air. “These past 10 minutes have been a rollercoaster of emotions, and I honestly don’t know what to think of you right now. And I don’t want to date someone when I can barely understand what they’re saying. Communication is important, you know! The key to any base of a relationship! And I don’t think we have that. A relationship is more than just kissing and physical affection or whatever. And I’m not saying I wouldn’t want to date you, it’s just, I don’t want to date you if nothing about us is going to change. I don’t want you to think you can continue to go off the deep end and continue to keep me in the dark, and then just turn around and kiss me whenever you feel like it. It doesn’t work like that, I don’t work like that,” Karasuma huffs, feeling more energy drain out as he talks. “But I honestly don’t expect you to shift away from the prophecy anytime soon to think about a relationship, so I think it'd be better if we just...didn’t, for now. Until things are figured out; our feelings, our future, the fate of the world, the prophecy, all of that. Understand?”

He looks over to Takayama, whose face is hidden in shadows. “...I understand.” It’s a whisper.

Karasuma lets out a sigh, before slowly reaching out and grabbing Takayama’s hand, focusing on what to convey that words just can’t quite express. He thinks by the end of it, what he’s settled on is a promise. It’s both terrifying and freeing. Karasuma tears his eyes away from their conjoined hands to look into the other’s eyes, and Takayama seems almost...sad. Bittersweet, perhaps.

...

They don’t talk about it for almost two years.

The Bird Club had long returned back to Tokyo, all attempting to adjust back to normal life (as normal as it can be, being seraphs known all across the world).

It starts with a bouquet of flowers on his desk. Karasuma had opened the door of his room after a grueling day of schoolwork and hashing out plans with Barbara, only to spot them. Red roses adorned with black and white Calla Lilies, green leaves spilling out from the sides.

The window was open, the breeze making the curtains billow around the gift. There’s no tag, but there doesn’t need to be one.

Karasuma stares quizzically at it, feeling his face flare up as he gently takes one of the petals in hand. Glancing out the window, he’s expecting to maybe see Takayama up in the sky, or even sitting on his roof, but the 17-year-old is nowhere to be seen. Karasuma huffs. What is he up to…?

The next day after that, Takayama shows up at his window, knocking politely on the glass.

Karasuma scowls, putting down his book and then going to open the window. “Yes?”

Takayama hands over a plain, white box. “For you.”

“Hm?” He places it down on the counter for a moment, then carefully opens the lid to reveal a slice of chocolate cake. “You brought me cake?”

“Mhm,” The other teen smiles, “As a treat. You’ve been working hard.” And with it, he extends his wings and kicks off into the air, leaving Karasuma to smile thoughtfully, as he lifts the fork inside the box, and cuts into it.

It becomes a trend, where every couple of days, Takayama hands or leaves behind a small treat or gift for him. Sometimes they were random items (geodes or shiny pebbles, assorted seashells, crabs or sushi), but other times they were actual gifts.

“Good morning.” Takayama greets, a few months later, as Karasuma yawns and closes the door to his house.

“You’re here early.”

“Mhm.” He hands over a small lidded cup. “Here.”

Karasuma peers at it, an eyebrow raised. “What’s this?” He takes a sip. “You got me coffee?”

“Yeah.”

Karasuma takes another sip. “How’d you even know my order?”

“Sagisawa.”

“Well,” Karasuma says, “Thank you. I really needed one.”

“I actually...have one more gift,” Takayama admits.

“Hm?”

The taller teen reaches his hand forward, tenderly brushing a lock of hair behind Karasuma’s ear. And then he’s leaning down to press their lips together. Karasuma’s eyes flutter closed as he exhales through his nose. Takayama breaks it a few moments later, but doesn’t stray far, resting his forehead on the other’s. “Have we figured it out?”

Karasuma starts to question his statement when Takayama’s memory flashes across his eyes. I don’t think either of us are in the position to date right now...Until we figure things out.

He takes a sharp intake of breath. “I don’t know, have we?”

“I think I have.” Takayama responds.

“W-well,” Karasuma’s confidence sputters as his cheeks burn, “U-uhm-“

“Karasuma,” The other doesn’t give him the chance to finish his thought. “I like you.”

Karasuma lets out a small squeak, his heart thundering against his ribcage so much he’s afraid it’ll break through. It doesn’t help when Takayama takes one of Karasuma’s hands into his own, fingers smoothing over his knuckles.

“If you’d let me,” Takayama continues, voice soft, “I want to take you on a date.”

Karasuma swears something in his brain snaps, and he’s left gaping for a moment in shock, before snapping his jaw back up and blurting out: “Okay,” his voice cracking at the last note.

He watches as the other’s face breaks into a blinding smile.

#my writing #birdmen #takaeishi #i cannot for the life of you tell you when i started this wip. 2018??? maybe?????

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callme-aprilroseisha04 · 4 months

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guys I’m rlly sorry I haven’t posted in a while other than reblog but I’m trying to put all my energy into that sonic prime au explanation so I can get it out by the end of next week (the end of my winter break) so here’s my in progress explanation on what the @&$!? is going on in the voices!au

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OK so originally I had this MONSTER essay in what this was about but im really really bad at explaining things and I don’t want to leave you hanging forever so instead I’ll just give you a basic rundown of the concept and all the plot points. Also, important thing to mention, I HAVEN’T FINISHED SEASON 2 YET. Y’know, where the majority of my AU takes place. Haven’t finished that. Haven’t even seen Chaos Metal Sonic. Sorry, sorry, I know, I’m a fake fan but in my defense every time I turn on the show I want to bang my head against a wall, tear all my skin of, and run in circles at the speed of light (in a good way) (but also in a bad way) (a good bad way). Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, I need to quickly explain the concept behind this. In the first episode of Season 2, Avoid the Void, Sonic doesn’t realize that he can run out of the Ghost World. He’s stuck there. This also means that he can’t save shadow from falling into the void (this is why shadow doesn’t have an arm or a leg in my au illustrations, he wakes up before he can be fully disintegrated, but he did lose some limbs.) Back to Sonic, since he has nothing better to do, he tries to take a nap at the beach where his friends are at and starts “taking” to Tail’s projection. Then, the voice comes. I don’t really know how to describe this. There is a voice, like the name states, but it’s also a lot more complicated than that. When “it” comes, sonic can’t hear anything; or well actually he can hear things (sometimes the noise feels oppressively loud) but he doesn’t know what people are saying, so to him it just sounds like gibberish. Also, this isn’t always true, (it just depends) but his eyes won’t focus properly and they get really blurry, like can’t see what’s in-front of you blurry. Also, headaches! Because apparently we needed to make this even worse for him for some reason. It’s not at its worst here, but as you can expect he is pretty disoriented after it’s done. Shadow comes back to the ghost world, Sonic is understandably surprised by his lack of two limbs, he gets the tech and bounces, yadayadayada, all the stuff. More importantly, now we get Nine back! Chapter two; Sonic goes to Boscage Maze, they’re ripping the place up, Sonic goes to help Thorn, mini “voice” episode as an appetizer, he gets a tech upgrade from Nine, he goes to fight, gets the main course “voice” episode, Nine gets in trouble cause emo tween egg boy caught him talking to Sonic trying to figure out what’s wrong with him and why he’s talking to himself, Sonic gets the shard from Thorn, he runs of with it, emo eggboy sends a message that they’re gonna kill Nine unless Sonic gives them the shard, Nine tells him not to, he goes anyway and THROWS THE SHARD INTO THE OTHER SHARDS THE EGGMEN HAD COLLECTED SO HE CAN SAVE NINE, (he tries to get the shards back but they got swarmed by robots) and finally they get out and go to the ghost world. Shadow is really, REALLY mad at him for trading a SHARD just to save a little kit boy and ALSO mad because Sonic wants to keep Nine there, to keep him safe. Eventually, Shadow gives in after Nine mentions that he could build shadow a prosthetic, but he adds the clause that the moment nine finishes the prosthetic, he leaves. After that, Sonic goes to get the rest of the shards back while nine makes shadows prosthetic at tail’s workshop. For the next few chapters, we get into some sort of a routine; Try to get the shards, come back to the ghost world to rest, squabble with shadow, chat with nine for a little, and repeat. Some important things to mention from this period are:

Nine is intentionally taking his time making Shadows prosthetic as well as making it break really easily & adding a secret “feature” that allows him to DUCKING electrocute him from afar using a remote implanted in his mechanical tails;

Sonic doesn’t actually sleep during this time, he just takes 3 hour naps so he can get back home quicker, which only worsens the voice thing;

Shadow, (who doesn’t understand what’s going on with sonic other than the vague sense that something’s wrong with him, unlike nine who got a basic lil explanation from sonic after asking wtf happened at boscage maze) is getting increasingly frustrated with Sonic because of how long it’s taking for him to get all the shards, as well as his continual trusting of nine.

This continues for a while, those “episodes” get worse and worse, Sonic grows closer to Nine and tension keeps building between sonic & shadow until……… THE EGG COUNCIL COMES!!!!! Again, since i still haven’t seen season two of Sonic prime, I don’t really know how this is gonna happen, but I do know it is gonna happen. (btw nine finishes shadow’s prosthetic & leaves like a day before the egg council comes) This is a massive battle and I have like a whole thing on how it’s gonna play out but the important things to not for the story are: Shadow finally sees Sonic’s “episodes” play out in front of him & he is understandably confused and concerned, but their in a battle right now so he can’t really do anything about it and …..

SONIC TRIES TO CHOP OFF HIS F$!)KING ARM! Ok, I definitely need to explain this a little more. During the first occurrence of the “voice,” it mentions something about them and sonic being the same person, & basically just says “I am a part of you, Sonic. The only way to get rid of me is to get rid of you.” Edgy silly stuff like that, y’know? Well, during this one, it repeats that again and in Sonic’s panic, he decides to do something incredibly stupid and risky based on even dumber reasoning. You see, the voice said it was a part of him, not all of him. It also said that in order to get the voice out, he’d have to “get rid” of himself too. So, using this logic, if he only gets rid of a part of him, then he gets to keep living without the voice constantly haunting him. This is admittedly pretty silly logic, but he was in the middle of what is basically a panic attack, so cut him some slack. He tried to use a piece of scrap metal that fell off the robot to remove his arm, which unsurprisingly doesn’t work very well. It only cuts halfway, but sonic can’t really tell that it’s still attached since he’s unbelievably tired, & “it” did shut up after he stabbed his arm open soooooooo. He manages to drive the egg council off to their own dimension before passing out from blood loss, leaving shadow to rush him to tail’s workshop so he can get bandaged up, made harder with shadz new leg getting absolutely trashed. ————————————————————————

that’s all I have done rn, and it’s still in rough draft form, sorry everyone about the delays!

also this:

the last 2 are from later on in the story, just added them for the funzies

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i just rewatched ‘taste of armageddon’ from tos and god what an episode. objectively its not “the best” but i think i was right to put it at the top of my rankings

basic plot summary if you forgot: kirk and the enterprise are ordered to approach a planet and establish diplomacy with them even though the planet warns them to stay away. when they land they learn that the planet has been fighting a war for 500 years but purely done through computers. the enterprise is declared a casualty so kirk and the landing party are taken hostage until the enterprise crew agree to come down and submit themselves to a disintegration machine, which the civilians of that planet do if they are declared casualties. kirk and the landing party end up destroying the computers and force the planets to either negotiate peace or fight a real war.

there are so many things i enjoy about this episode. i think for me, if you ask me to name you a quintessential TOS episode, this is it. theres some sort of strange premise that seems like a silly concept on the surface but leads itself to further philosophical thought. spock gets to do some weird vulcan telepathy. kirk busts out his sick karate moves. scotty blatantly denies the orders of a federation ambassador. kirk is a wiseass who comes up with some sort of solution somehow. the primary directive is almost certainly disobeyed but no one cares. its missing some things i would have liked, for example sulu is replaced by some guy and bones and uhura don’t get to do much, but for the most part this is everything i expect in a TOS episode wrapped in one.

feel free to stop reading here but i’m just gonna mention specific things that i like

1) spock saying there’s a certain logical approach to the computer war, and when the council leader says “i’m glad you approve” spock is like “i do NOT approve”

2) a female character who is not a love interest. this is an incredibly low bar but every time they played that violin music i would get scared

3) kirk saying “you will have a longer casualty list than you know what to do with if you don’t let us out of here” like he really said fuck the laws of this land i WILL slaughter you

4) the council leader using a voice disguiser to pretend to be kirk and scotty immediately being like “that’s not kirk” ashdjksahd

5) kirk watching spock do his vulcan telepathy. he’s a little too turned on by it

6) to follow that kirk’s little smile as he watches spock trick the guard to knock him out and take his gun. he’s like heehee hey girl look what spock’s gonna do i love this trick

7) spock getting the gun in the stupidest way possible. like hello

8) the ambassador being wrong. i love when federation officials look like dumbasses. yes i love search for spock why do you ask?

9) kirk’s little “come here” finger motion to the council member before throwing him headfirst into his own guards. incredible work king and he almost won the fight too with his karate chop action

10) spock telling the yeoman to “sit on her if you have to” to get the other woman not to kill herself

11) “what are you doing, mr. spock?” “practicing a peculiar variety of diplomacy, sir” *blows up disintegration machine*

12) the council leader saying kirk is a barbarian the scene before, and then the next when he’s like what kind of monster are you kirk goes “i’m a barbarian :)”

13) also that whole scene of the council leader being like war! destruction! death and violence! millions of lives slaughtered to save your 500 people! how could you let this happen! and kirk is like that is literally not my problem

14) kirk somehow taking down a room full of guards and getting TWO guns and saying “now we’re talkin :)” he’s like hell yeah TWO GUNS

15) spock walking in like oh. i guess you’re fine. ok then

16) the fucking line delivery of kirk saying “knowing we’re not going to kill......today” i need to clip that because i quote that shit all the fucking time. he’s like yeah i have an innate bloodlust and every day i have to fight my own instinct to bite and rip and shred but i won’t do it......today! god it’s so funny

17) last but not least in case you bitches forgot THIS EPISODE is where the incredible luck and miracles line comes from. it absolutely comes out of nowhere and they play it for laughs? for some reason? but this is where it comes from! LUCK AND MIRACLES BABEY!!!! YEAH!!!!!

#genuinely i dont know if anyone else likes this episode as much as i do #which i sort of get i feel like its a very standard average tos episode but thats sort of the appeal to me #like its quintessential star trek #like are episodes like a piece of the action or the trouble with tribbles funnier and probably more enjoyable? yeah #episodes like city on the edge of forever are more well written #episodes like amok time are gayer #episodes like shore leave are more insane #but if we're talking like a good enjoyable solid tos episode this is a good one #i would even call this like a good intro ep if you want someone to get into star trek #anyway. i watched this because i felt too tired to pay attention to tng like i think it deserves and now im wired.#lol #sam's thots #tos rewatch #tos

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