#will i ever finish a comic?? noo....

[wyvernity]

big silver/lyra/silly dump below the line... some of these are months old but i thought were too messy to post individually

#will i ever finish a comic?? noo.... #anyway happy 2010 everyone #pokemon #pokemon hgss #trainer lyra #rival silver #soulsilvershipping #rkgk #bao beis #timeskip tag

[weemssapphic]

hello, friend. I had a thought for a request, maybe <.< Could you do a Larissa x female reader with some accidental voyeurism, maybe? You know like the ones where someone walks past a door that maybe isn't closed all the way and ooooh noo they see something they really wanted to see 😂

hello friend! thank you so much for this request, I'm a huge fan of accidental voyeurism so this was such a joy to write - I hope you enjoy it 🥰

Caught

Larissa Weems x fem!reader

words: ~2.2k | ao3 link in title

content/warnings: nsfw - smut (pwp), accidental voyeurism, masturbation, vibrator-use, cunnilingus, fingering, thigh riding

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Knock, knock. Silence. Knock, knock, knock. More silence.

You let out a frustrated huff. It was a Friday night, fairly late at that, and the last thing you had to do before starting your well-deserved Christmas break was turn in a copy of your student’s graded midterms to Principal Weems. You were a bit behind the other teachers, you realized this, but as you’d been sick the week before, you’d only just finished the last of your grading.

And now, it seemed, you couldn’t even turn in the papers since Principal Weems didn’t appear to be in her office. Perhaps you could simply drop them off on her desk? You jiggled the door handle, surprised when the door swung open.

“Principal Weems?” You peeked into her office, surveying the room. Empty. Striding over to Larissa’s desk, you dropped the stack of papers right on the edge, deciding you would simply email your boss as soon as you got back to your quarters to inform her where you’d left them. Surely, she wouldn’t mind, she’d left her office open after all.

As you turned to leave, a faint vibrating noise made you pause. You turned your head towards the sound, noticing the door towards the back of Larissa’s office stood slightly ajar. 

“Oh, Y/N,” you heard faintly in Larissa’s voice, drifting out from her quarters.

You frowned. Had Larissa heard you come in? You padded over to the door, popping your head in - and your mouth dropped open at the sight you were met with.

Larissa Weems, the Larissa Weems, your boss Larissa Weems, your very hot boss Larissa Weems, was lying naked on her bed, legs spread wide open, holding a vibrator to her clit. Her hips were bucking erratically, her head was tipped back onto her pillow.

Soft, heavenly moans spilled out of her mouth, the most beautiful sounds you’d ever heard - though what ultimately held you rooted to the spot, transfixed, heat rising to your face, was your very own name, slipping out between the moans. Your stomach filled with heat and you could feel your panties grow damp.

You knew you should go - she hadn’t seen you yet. If you were quick and quiet about it, you could leave without her knowing you were there. Would you be able to make eye contact with her ever again? Hell no. But at least her dignity would be intact, and you’d spare yourself the humiliation of having to find a new job because you’d spied on your boss while she was masturbating.

“Right there, Y/N… Faster,” Larissa groaned, clicking the vibrator to a higher setting, and you couldn’t stop yourself - you whimpered, loud enough for Larissa’s head to snap up.

Sapphire eyes met your own, clouded with desire, pupils blown. For a moment, time seemed to slow down. Then the vibrating noise stopped and Larissa’s chest and face flushed a deep scarlet, her eyes widening comically.

She moved to cover her body with the sheets but you stepped forward, whispering a soft, “wait”.

Her brows furrowed and she cocked her head to the side, regarding you carefully as you made your way over to the bed, her breathing labored.

Up close, her body was even more beautiful than you’d imagined it, as if she were carved from marble. Your eyes roved over the pale skin, over her hardened nipples and pillowy breasts, down to the swell of her stomach which ended in a patch of blonde hair and soft, curvy thighs.

“You look beautiful,” you murmured, earning yourself a whimper from the blonde.

You settled at the edge of the bed, placing your palms on her knees.

“Is this okay?”

Larissa nodded.

“Use your words, please.”

“Yes,” she whispered, voice breathy.

You parted her legs, stifling a groan when you saw how her cunt glistened, how her slick coated her inner thighs.

“Is this all for me?” You bit your lip, looking up to make eye contact with the blonde. 

She swallowed thickly, eyes fluttering shut. “Yes.”

“Look at me,” you commanded, and Larissa must have been stricken by the force in your voice because her eyes snapped open, her lips parting as she let out a shuddering breath. “Do you really want this?” 

A heavy silence hung in the air. After a moment’s hesitation, Larissa lowered a hand between her legs, swiping two fingers up her slit to gather some of her arousal. She brought the fingers to your lips and you opened your mouth on instinct, allowing her to place the digits onto your tongue.

You closed your lips around her fingers, swirling your tongue around them and groaning at the salty yet sweet taste. A heavy throb had begun between your legs.

“Does that answer your question?” Larissa husked, regarding you with hooded eyes as you sucked her digits dry. You released them with a pop, lunging forward to capture her lips in a desperate, hungry kiss. They were even softer than you’d imagined, and so warm. You soothed your tongue over her lips and she parted them, allowing you to explore her mouth.

You leaned over her, placing a hand on either side of her head, kissing her until your brain was so deprived of oxygen that you had to pull away.

Your breaths mingled and you met Larissa’s gaze, struck by the hunger and desperation swirling in her pupils. “Fuck, Larissa, you’re gorgeous,” you panted, lips curving into a smirk as you watched her face redden.

“I want to see you, too,” Larissa breathed out, fingers toying with the hem of your shirt. Not wanting to keep her waiting, you rid yourself of the shirt, then your bra, watching Larissa’s pupils dilate as her eyes fixated on your chest.

“See something you like?” you teased.

Larissa responded by reaching out a hand, brushing the pad of her thumb so lightly over your nipple that you let out a gasp.

“Not yet.” You pulled away, ignoring the whine that Larissa let out and the throb between your own legs as you stood, unbuttoning your jeans and pushing them down your legs. Larissa propped herself up on her elbows so that she could watch you with rapt attention, whimpering as you tugged down your panties and kicked them off.

Crawling back onto the bed, you hovered over the blonde, pressing your lips to her jaw, her throat, her sternum. Finally, your lips closed around her right nipple and you flicked your tongue over the bud. Larissa arched her back, sighing softly at the warmth of your tongue as your hand came up to massage her left breast.

You switched sides, continuing your ministrations, and Larissa began to writhe beneath you.

“N-need you,” she groaned, bringing her hands to your hair and pushing your head off her chest and down her stomach.

“Someone’s impatient,” you purred, nipping at the soft flesh of her belly.

“Someone interrupted me as I was about to come,” Larissa growled, glowering down at you.

You grinned at her impatience and pressed a kiss to her mound. She bucked her hips up and twisted her fingers in your hair, pulling with enough force to make you whine and then pushing your head further down.

Finally, after what felt like ages to the blonde, your lips brushed against her folds. You ran your tongue up her slit, slowly to savor the taste of her arousal as you gathered it on your tongue, then circled her clit. 

Larissa rolled her hips in time with your licks, a series of breathy moans tumbling from her lips. It took next to no time to get her to the edge again, after you’d so rudely interrupted her before. Her thighs trembled as she came, and she cursed out a string of obscenities you never thought you’d hear from the usually composed principal.

You helped her down from her high, lapping up her cum and cleaning her folds. Pressing a gentle kiss to her clit, you trailed your lips back up her body, taking your sweet time until you reached her lips again and allowed her to suck her own arousal off your tongue.

“Good girl,” you whispered into her mouth between kisses, reveling the visible shiver that ran down Larissa’s spine.

A throb of desire at the apex of your thighs forced you to buck your hips down, your cunt coming into contact with Larissa’s thigh. She gasped as your slick rubbed against her leg. Placing her hands on your shoulders and giving a light push, she expertly flipped you around, as if she’d done it a hundred times before.

Now hovering over you, she closed her thighs around your leg and ground down. Her wetness coated your thigh as she rolled her hips, seeking friction on her clit. As much as your own sex was aching with want, you were frozen in place, unable to move as you stared up at Larissa. You were absolutely mesmerized by her; the way her eyes rolled back in her head, the way her jaw went slack, the deep flush that covered her heaving chest as she pleasured herself against you.

A wanton moan was drawn forth from her lips and it suddenly became too much to bear as you brought your hand down between your legs, gathering your wetness on your fingertips before massaging your clit. You were going to come so hard, so fast, this much you knew. 

Larissa’s gaze pierced your own, the deep blue of her irises barely visible in her aroused state. You felt her fingers brush against your own as she pushed your hand away from your cunt, taking over for you. Her thumb found your clit and the rest of her fingers teased your folds, dipping slightly into your entrance before retracting again and continuing to graze your slit.

“Larissa, please,” you panted, thrusting your hips into her hand. The thrust propelled your thigh upward and the sudden increased pressure on Larissa’s clit caused her to cry out, her fingers twitching against your pussy.

Without warning, she plunged two fingers into your hole, expertly curling the digits and beginning a merciless pace inside your cunt. 

The feeling of your walls fluttering around her fingers, her juices dripping down your thigh, the scent of her musk hanging in the air were all beginning to drive you crazy.

You rolled your hips against her hand, finding a pace that matched her own as she continued to rut against your thigh. In your pre-orgasmic haze, you found enough focus to flex your thigh, and the sinful sounds that tore from Larissa’s throat were nearly enough to send you careening over the edge.

“I’m s-so close,” you stuttered, gripping Larissa’s hips and pushing her down.

“Come with me,” she panted, doubling down on your thigh and increasing the pressure of her thumb on your clit as she curled her fingers into your sweet spot.

Pleasure began to wash over you in waves as you reached your high and, moments later, you faintly registered Larissa’s own body tensing up above you, her hips stuttering in their movements.

Larissa collapsed on top of you in a heap of exhaustion and your arms wound around her almost instinctively. She withdrew her fingers from your cunt, slowly, grinning lazily as you mewled at the sudden emptiness. Bringing her fingers to her mouth, she let out a low hum and she swirled her tongue around the digits, getting her first taste of you.

“You taste divine, my darling,” she murmured, before rolling off of you onto her back.

You forced yourself to roll onto your side, propping your head up on one hand and cupping her cheek with your other hand, brushing your thumb along her swollen lips. You watched the rise and fall of her chest, erratic at first then evening out, before lunging forward for a searing kiss.

“Thank you for letting me take care of you,” you whispered as you pulled back, your breath ghosting her face. 

Larissa smirked, nipping playfully at your bottom lip as her hands found your waist, pulling you fully on top of her.

“You didn’t think I was done with you?”

x

#larissa weems x reader #larissa x reader #larissa weems #principal weems x reader #principal weems #larissa weems smut

[girlymatsu]

20? (First kiss)

WAAHH OK I had this partly written out a while ago and just decided to finish it for this prompt.. it’s a little bit of a downer in the beginning, hope it’s good!

“I mean… firsts aren’t too big of a deal! My first kiss wasn’t anything special at all!”

Erina waves her hand around, trying to casually comfort Osomatsu as he’s going through a childish drunken rant. They sit at a ramen bar and Erina is smiling at Osomatsu’s grumpy face leaning on his arms on the counter.

Silly Osomatsu waves his can of beer around lazily and in a bitter fashion, “Feh! Only popular socialites actually say that kinda stuff as a way to humble brag about all their experience— Have more pity on us little folk please!” Dramatically putting a hand on his chest as he laments.

“But it’s not like I’m popular or have that much experience really!” She really doesn’t, it’s really sad!

Osomatsu pouts. “You can’t say that when you’ve k-k-kissed before! Agh! Saying it is like damage inducing for virgins!” He leans so far back like he’s gonna fall over.

She playfully shoves him again for being so silly and dramatic.

“Noo really— It’s actually been so long, I don’t think it counts anymore!”

“Then who was your first kiss then huh Erina-Chan? An old boyfriend?” He squints at her with his brows furrowed leaning in close it makes her blush.

Erina gives a bit of an awkward smile as she’s fidgeting with her earring. Normally she wouldn’t talk about this to remain a little mysterious, but she wants to be honest with Osomatsu a little more. Let him in a little bit because she secretly does want him to be closer. “No! Nono haha— not at all, I’ve only ever had one boyfriend, and we weren’t together for very long, and we never kissed on the lips either..”

“Haah? who could you have kissed other than your boyfriend huh? Your friends? Randos?! Guys for money?!”

Erina widens her eyes and gives him an exasperated look, “Nonono!! Do you think I’m such a wild bad girl Osomatsu?” She tries to smile like she can take a joke, playfully shoving him like it didn’t hurt her at all that he would think that.

She might’ve been lucky or unlucky that Osomatsu couldn’t see her true emotions, he laughs off her reaction but she feels her fragile heart rattle a little. Does Osomatsu think she gets around often? Would it matter if she did? Does he think she’s so wild and alien like his brothers do and feel uncomfortable around her?

Erina sips at her drink even though she dislikes the taste of this beer, but it’s the one Ochomachu likes. They go their seperate ways amicably afterwards. Once becoming alone the noise in her head starts to come back.

When she had her first kiss, she was too little and naive to know better. Then when she grew up, she became an attention starved little monster. Maybe people would like her more if she was truly more pure-hearted. She walks along the road not realizing where she was going until she suddenly ended up home, just repeating “I’m not a bad girl… I’m not a bad girl…”

—

“Teach me how to kiss.”

“H-huh?”

The next day Osomatsu dropped in at her apartment without a prior notice. Erina sheepishly let him in, but she was just in her pajamas and didn’t have any makeup on. He takes up a lot of space on her small loveseat couch, their knees touch.

Osomatsu clears his throat, and he puts on a comically serious face. Erina doesn’t feel like he’s actually trying to make the mood less tense with his funny intense eyes.

“I need to kiss. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it the last time we talked about it— I’m kind of embarrassed to not have that experience at my age— As the eldest I have to be the first to kiss and hold hands with a girl!“ Osomatsu’s straight face breaks into a whine and shakes her shoulders. “You’re the only one I can count on Erina-chan!”

Erina can feel her whole face get warm and she feels so small when he towers over her like this. Small in a way she can’t help but like as a small animal.

“Ah… okay..! I’ll help you Osomatsu-kun..!”

-

It feels so warm…

Erina doesn’t remember her lips be this sensitive and tingly before. It’s so awkward, puckering and smacking her lips against his for longer than intended. She was so lost in the sensation that she forgot it was probably her job as the teacher to pull away. She can feel Osomatsu’s face all tense, and nervously she slowly backs up from him, guilty for losing herself in it.

Osomatsu’s eyes were still open, staring hard back at her when she opened her own eyes. Her face flushed even harder, “Was that okay..?”

Osomatsu opened his mouth to take a breath, it seems he wasn’t breathing that whole time. His gaze was unnerving and his lips quivering. Erina almost asks if something was wrong before he blurts out, “Again.”

“Again?”

She could barely reply more before his lips chase after hers again. Then it turned again, and again. Osomatsu was going to make sure Erina teaches him everything.

#osofic #asks #I didn’t proof read it all that much so oops

[zeroducks-2]

(newbie anon) thank you so much for the answer!! i will most definitely scroll through the tags you pointed out, just like you advised later after work! i did read and just finished the slade in tt03 meta that you linked, though.

i wanted to say, i agree completely with what you said in it by the way. while i am new to the comics, i did watch some of the animations series as i grew up, including tt03. i remember being creeped out and scared whenever he showed up on screen, and the fear that he ignited was not the kind of dramatic “oh noo he is gonna try to kill the good guys!!”, but it was the kind of fear that i/most people get when watching a horror-ghost movie, and i just wanted to run and get away from it.

also, while following the series, at one point i began to wonder “is it just me or slade is so obsessed with robin, in a very weird and creepy way..” but i was a teen back then, didnt have much/any critical reading therefore didnt catch the sexual subtexts/undertones of his actions.

anyway, for now, i only have one question, which is that: what is your reading/take on dick’s character? i was a marvel comics fan, so i understand the inconsistencies of characterization in comics, especially when you add the reboots etc into it. it’s basically a contradiction all over, multiple readings/characterizations based on which canon that you pick. but there must be a consistency in the writing from their initial creation (especially for character as old as dick, during classic era) to the current era.

(and for me, i judge & shape my reading based on that. what characterization did they have initially—from the classic era, and which stay consistent to that purpose)

ahh sorry this got very long :”) thank you so much for your answer once again!

Hello again, sorry it took me a while to get back to you. You ask a difficult question and I had to think about it a lot (then RL also got in the way you know how it is), and to be honest I'm still not sure how to answer!

Dick has been written in so many different ways that I can't pinpoint a constant. I read him as the first child of an abusive guardian, who can't really ever break free of the trauma bonding. I also read him as extremely parentified and in charge of the emotional well-being of his family, and of having shoulders broad enough to carry it (unfortunately for him). Surely I prefer when he's written as empathetic and emotionally intelligent rather than when he broods and acts brash, but that really changes according to who's handling him at the moment in the "canon continuity", or in any given DC byproduct like the videogames, WFA or an animated movie.

My main thing with Dick is that I associate him with emotional vulnerability, selflessness, hope, and the strength to keep going despite everything. As toxic as their relationship tends to be, Dick was the light of hope for Bruce and allowed him to keep going and find something worth fighting for. He chose the name Nightwing after a Kryptonian hero and then decided to become a beacon of hope for Bludhaven, a city so full of violence it was even worse than Gotham. He's a symbol among vigilantes and heroes alike and I guess he's a symbol for the DC fandom as well in a way.

My take on Dick is also that he's destined to never truly be happy unless everyone around him is happy, but this will never happen because the moment he manages to make everyone happy, he leaves to find another situation like that. This is because being a vigilante in DC comics is a sysiphean task - Jason can never go past his trauma of dying and having been unavenged, Damian can never free himself from the shackles of his heritage, Bruce can never stop being Batman because the same villains will keep haunting Gotham, and he will never elaborate the loss of his parents. Dick can never stop looking for the happiness and carefreeness he had from when he was a circus kid, unable to find his own center and inner peace, and so he will keep guiding young and old heroes on their paths without ever truly reaching his personal happiness and fulfillment.

I'm not sure this was the answer you were hoping to get, sorry if I went on a bit of a tirade. Again welcome to the fandom!

#my asks #dick grayson

[orbitalpirate]

I was tagged by the brilliant incredible awe-inspiring endlessly-talented wonderful @sighonaraa in the following tag game, thank you so much <3

(All Ted Lasso works referenced can be found in my pinned Tumblr post I'm too lazy to add all the links)

1. How many works do you have on ao3

17 (when did it get that high????)

2. What's your ao3 word count?

71,560

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently Ted Lasso.... though something else might be in the works

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Daft Pretty Boys (multiship)

All Night (Always) (jan/richard)

Am I So Obvious? (Jan/Richard)

I Wanna Deserve You (Jan/ Richard)

Burning Like There's Always Been (Jan/Richard)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

No because I am so bad with compliments and I'm worried me being all bashful and saying "noo I'm bad" is annoying lol

6. Whats the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably back when I wrote Dungeons and Daddies fic (which I don't know if I'll ever return to sorry to my followers from that Era but maybe??) My fic A Boy Of Disparate Parts is pretty soul crushing to me

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

It's between I Wanna Deserve You and Am I So Obvious? but I'd probably give it to AISO

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not in a while, I've had some homophobes send me anon asks before but I don't let it bother me, I always answer with kindness and education and it kind of takes the wind out of their sails

9. Do you write smut and if so what kind?

So I tried to write a poly smut scene once and got so embarrassed I abandoned it BUT I am considering it again so we'll see

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've ever written?

I'm writing my 1st one ever now bc an anon requested it and I enjoy having fun lol

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yep. Long story. I worked it out though.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No but I would be so honored lol

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before

I have an old ao3 account that was me and my sister writing an anime group chat fic together. It is very cringe but we had fun.

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

This is so cringe but I have a pinterest board dedicated to basically every ship I've ever had and I welcome anyone who wishes to explore it lol. The ship I come back to the most is Jenson and Cougar from the comic The Losers so probably that

15. What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

My abandoned fic for Dungeons and Daddies. I had so many ideas but then I got so so far behind in the podcast and I can't write without being caught up and it feels like I lost the chance to continue it

16. What are your writing strengths?

I am bad at being nice to myself but I like to think I'm a funny writer

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Too much of my greatest strength. That was a joke. It's a lot of things.

18. Thoughts is writing dialog in another language for a fic?

Do whatever you want forever. I've experimented with form while writing bilingual characters and I think there's no one right way to do this

19. First fandom you ever wrote for?

This is so embarrassing but when I was 13 I wrote rpf on Wattpad for YouTubers Jack and Dean

20. Favorite fic you've ever written

Rubberband Man has truly been such a wonderful journey for me and I can't wait for you all to see where it goes next <3

Tagging @fanficfanattic @yorkshire-rockchick and @carolinemathildes no pressure <3

#tag game #thanks for the tag #thanks for reading my answers if you did <3

[fotiathymos]

Idk if I'll ever draw the Gueira and Meis prequel story comic I have in my head but here have snippets I wrote of it and tell me if it's any good lol

uh warning its kinda long, three separate moments and not written like a book as I am more so plotting out how I’d draw it or envision things. Also has a lot of Gueira crying. Like he’s always crying. I’m sorry Gueira.

Meis grumbles and ups the volume on their music. Staring into their mirror, make up dark and black and bad. Angry singing along with a brush comb and then using the same comb to tease at their hair violently. Hair visibly comes out. Their bedroom window bursts open due to the wind. Meis jumps, startled.

The dust storm is rolling by hard and Meis notices the stable door open in the backyard. Their eyes go wide and quickly climb out their bedroom window running towards it.

(Continue in color)

Meis runs inside the stable closing the doors behind them and the storm gets worse. They glance around and count three horses, Ophelia is outside of her stall yet everything else seems fine. They sigh with relief. Meis walk over to Ophelia. "Did you open the doors again cause you were nervous?" Meis pats the horse's nose. Their hand leaves a dust print on the horse. Meis crouches down to look at themselves in a mirror nearby thats leaning on the floor.

Meis is covered in dust and their hair and make up all messed up. They grumble a bit and smudge their eyeliner down their cheek.

Through the mirror Meis sees a foot from behind them poking out of a hay stack.

Meis bolts up. Their first instinct is to kick the hay, hard.

Gueira screams. Followed by Meis screaming. Every single horse starts acting up.

They both are screaming at eachother at the same time.

Meis, "Who are you?! How'd you get here? Get ya fuck out of here!!"

Gueira, "Wait! Wait! Please don't kill me! I can't stand up! They kidnapped me! I had no where to go!"

Ophelia is pushing herself to get in front of Meis. Meis steps aside and the horse goes right for Gueira. Gueira lights his hands on fire and reaches out, "Please no!" Ophelia panics backwards. Meis gets in front of her this time. Gueira's still lying on the floor with his hands aflame, he doesn't attack.

"You’re fuckin’ Burnish! You stupid Burnish! Everything here is flammable don't even fuckin’ dare!" Meis screams and suddenly Gueira has a bucket of liquid tossed on him. His flames don't go out but are duller. He hugs his legs to himself and the light glow of flames surround his body. "I'm.. I'm not in control of this. But I.. won't.. I won't burn the place down.." he stumbles over his words as his body shakes.

Meis stops and takes a better look at Gueira and sees how distressed he is. They calm down Ophelia then look back towards Gueira.

"You're just a kid."

Gueira sniffles, “I’m not a kid!” The flames brighten.

“How old are you?”

“Just turned 16.″

“Thats a toddler. How’d a toddler get into my backyard?”

“I don’t need this from someone looking like that!” Gueira motions to Meis, still covered in dust, half teased hair, shirt torn and barely on and smeared make up. “How old are you?!”

“Gonna be 17 in two weeks.”

“Also toddler!” Gueira points and grins at Meis, his flames disappear for a moment.

“I’m pretty much an adult!” Meis waves their hands in the air. Then stomps a foot towards Gueira. “And you still haven’t answered me!” Ophelia acts up again as Meis is yelling again. Gueira recedes back, nervous.

“Please don’t call Freeze Force on me..” Gueira hugs his legs and hides his face.

“You’re in the wrong place then kid. My pa is training in Freeze Force.”

Gueira’s head shoots up, eyes wide.

Meis plops a seat down next to him. “I’ll hide you for the night though.” Meis leans their arm on their knee and rests their head on their arm. Eyeing Gueira carefully.

Gueira stares at Meis, tears forming but trying not to cry again. “Seriously?”

“I’m not gonna call the feds on a kid.” Meis pulls the nearby mirror close and starts fixing themselves up. “You're lucky my pa didn't catch ya, you'dve been swiss cheese.”

Gueira hides his face into his legs and arms again. “Can you just help me get home.. I don’t recognize any of this place.”

“Sure. Probably for the best you head out after the storm. It gets extra hot after a sandstorm passes ‘round here, even at night. Where you live?”

“Uh, near the Liberty apartments.. maybe you could just point me to a bus or I could hitch hike.. somehow.” Gueira is talking into his arms.

“...I don’t know of that apartment building. Most places near here are just horse people’s homes.”

“...horses?” Gueira’s head peeks out.

Meis points at Ophelia. “That?”

“I know what a horse is!” He glares at Meis. His expression softens as he looks down towards the foor. “Am I not in Miami?”

“Miami?” Meis stops what theyre doing and whip their head towards Gueira.

“Yeah!” Gueira looks happy.

“You mean like Florida?” Meis’ expression is really confused.

“Yeah?” Gueira looks concerned.

“You’re in Texas, kid.” Meis finishes fixes themselves up and pushed the mirror away. Gueira is silent for a moment.

“...how?” Gueira looks back at the ground again.

“I should be asking you that.” Meis pulls out a cigarette and lights it. “You ran from the Foundation real far you got lost, huh?” Meis takes a drag and doesn’t look too concerned till suddenly Gueira’s shaking again. Meis lowers his cigarette. “What.. happened to you, kid?”

Gueira squeezes hard on his own legs. “They...they just bagged my head and threw me in a van. I didn’t know where they were taking me. They talked about the other city states but.. but how'd I get into the middle of the Burnish desert lands..”

Meis frowns. “We’re not in the middle of the Burnish desert lands. we’re in  human civilization.”

Gueira starts crying again and leans back towards the hay. His flames grow. Meis panics and grabs Gueira away from the haystack. 

“Can you stop that!” Meis grips onto Gueira’s shoulders. “You are surrounded by tinder!”

“I won’t burn things! I swear!” Gueira yells back at Meis through his tears.

“You’re currently on fire!”

“And you’re not burnt are you!?” Gueira screams it this time. Flames spark off him. Yet Meis is still unharmed. Meis finally notices how they’re grabbing Gueira and the flames are on their arms as well. 

“See!” Gueira grabs Meis’ hands. “I’m not some monster, please. I’m just... just a kid.. like you said.” Gueira stutters through tears more. Lets go of Meis’ hand and falls backwards into the hay. The hay is unaffected as the flames around Gueira’s body persist. Gueira goes back to hugging his knees and crying. “Please don’t turn me in.. I just.. I didn’t want this.. I..”

“Okay, Okay hey!”, Meis moves towards Gueira. They hesitate reaching out towards him. Then Meis touches Gueira’s shoulder again. They take a moment to register how the flames aren’t hurting. Gueira’s still crying and hiding his face. Meis then grabs Gueira’s other shoulder and pulls him into a hug. Gueira’s surprised. 

“I’m not turning you in. I promise, okay. You can stay here as long as you need.” the focus is on Gueira’s face as his scared eyes soften and he hugs Meis back, tightening his grip and starts sobbing into Meis’ arms.

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Both of them are laying on the stable floor, smoking lazily. Meis is letting Ophelia nibble at their hair.

Gueira takes a drag on his cigarette and coughs it up violently. Meis laughs a little. Gueira huffs, "You know,” cough “I always thought it funny how my parents can.." .....he sighs....  "..could look at me and not see I'm gay."

Meis ignores the hidden implications in Gueira's words. "Heh. My family sees me all the time looking like this and still thinks I'm a cis male."

Gueira shifts to face Meis and takes another drag of his cigarette, blows out smoke properly. Meis looks a little proud. "Yeah but you don't know what you are anyway." Gueira picks Meis' hair out of Ophelia's mouth.

Meis ponders a moment.

"I'm.. I'm an unlit match in a haystack. Full of potential to destroy it all but stifled and buried alive."

Gueira raises an eyebrow "Poetic. Is that a song lyrics of yours?"

Meis laughs, "Hoho-noooo. You think I'm that kind of song writer?"

"It's just... if you keep talking like that you'll catch the Burnish from me." Gueira snickers and puts out his cigarette on the barn floor.

Meis smiles falters, "I always thought those things weren't human. I mean.. not that you're a thing. Or not human.." Meis turns to Gueira now. "You can't catch the Burnish.. right??"

Gueira smirks "Come closer and find out for yourself."

Meis flicks Gueira's nose.

"Oooowwwwwwyyeeeee"

Meis puts out their cigarette and stands up, dusting off themselves. "I better get back before Pa comes pounding on the barn door looking for me." Meis kisses Ophelia on the nose and pats Guiera's head, ruffling his hair. Gueira doesn't bother to fix his hair and mutters under his breathe "fuck that guy"

Meis pulls a match out of their pocket and flicks it into a nearby haystack. Gueira rolls his eyes at the gesture, unamused.

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Gueira's talking fast and stifling sobs. "It's so lonely and so crowded. It's feels like my head is inside a fire. Numbing and loud. These voices just talk constantly, scream at me to burn. Burn. Burn. Burn. They’re real. They’re my thoughts. But I don’t like them. And I don’t want them to be real.. I.. I understand why the Foundation wants me. But what do they want with me.. why did they choose me. They make me want to burn you alive, Meis." He sniffs and Meis seems unfazed at the concept.

" ..just consume you.. in all of this fire.. all the flames in me."

Meis reaches out to grab Gueira's hand. They're both still not looking at each other. Just staring at the barn on the floor.

"I'm an unlit match in a haystack, Guiera. Maybe I just need to be set aflame."

Gueira starts crying harder. "You don't want this.. you really fucking don't."

Meis drops Gueira's hand and grabs his face to look at him sternly. They’re both facing each other now. "You don't speak for me. I could be a Burnish!"

Between sobs "You don't need this."

"Burn."

"Stop it"

"Burn for me Guiera."

"Shut up"

"Burn me alive"

Gueira pushes away and stands up. "Stop it! Stop it! You don't want this! You don't need this burden! It's useless! It's just trouble! It's just crying and running away and ..and.. I could get you snatched up and killed! Why do you even care about me!!"

Meis slowly stands up. "So we're not talking about the fire anymore, huh?"

Gueira's tears are little fires. He's shaking and trying to hold himself by wrapping his arms around his body in a grip. Legs wobbly and feet shifting to try and stay standing up. Meis doesn't approach him. A gentle smile appears on their face and they reach out a hand.

"Burn."

Gueira closes his eyes tight and suddenly bursts into flames. The flames stay around Gueira’s body and don’t spread.

“Breathe in the fire for me, Gueira!” Meis holds out their arms. “Burn properly!”

“It burns my throat!”

“Scream!”

“I can’t! I’ll really explode!” Gueira opens his eyes to look at Meis. Meis looks excited.

"Burn this whole barn down!" Meis’ eyes are wide and is grinning big. 

"You're losing it too now. You're not even Burnish and you're a pyromaniac." Gueira looks concerned for Meis.

"You think I care about this place?" Meis’ laugh is almost evil.

"You care about Ophelia! I'm not gonna burn her house down just cause I'm being whiney and having a break down! You sound like them. Don’t make the voices in my head external! You shouldn’t encourage this!” Gueira’s yelling and the flames aren’t stopping. His hands are in fists and close to his chest, holding back.

Meis walks up to Gueira and puts a hand on his cheek. Their voice is calmer now. “You need to actually let it all out. You need to burn or it’s all going to eat you up inside. Just scream and burn all your fears away.”

Gueira’s eyes shut tight. His hands open up and to his sides as flames burst around him. Two flame like horns are above his head. He screams. His eyes are enflamed and he glares at Meis, smacking Meis’ hand off his face. 

“You want fire?!” Gueira practically growls and smoke comes out his mouth. Meis is smiling big. “I hate you Meis. I can’t stand this fucking barn. I smell of horse shit.” He’s throwing flames with every sentence. Meis doesn’t move away still. Gueira’s anger starts leaning into his sadness. “I can't just be lazy around here forever on you. Just because I'm scared. Just because I’m so fucking scared!” Gueira roars flames. “I always felt so fucking useless and lazy. I was always a burden on somebody. And I ruined everything for my family, their hopes, their dreams, all their money went to their goddamn useless hospital child. I ruined everything for them! I ruined my own dreams! I can’t even kick a fucking football!” Gueira’s sobbing. “I already lost everything. I can't.. I can't even have you, Meis. When I know this will all be lost too."

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ono/

#boop merps #uh uh do i put in the tags #im gonna #promare #guiemei #guiemeis #idk ship names bro im tired and hungry #my ideas are too big for my hands and full time job so if anything #you got this at least #even if i dont make comic #or whatever it is i end up making

[maraudingthrough]

i loved your mac n cheese lil fic! its lovely, i am in love with you carachterization of sirius. i was wondering if i could request a oneshot with him when they are still at hogwarts and they have been dating for a few years and sirius is disowned and goes to the potters. when they come back to school he tells y/n and she promises him that as soon as they finish school they will get married and have their own family. i think its a cute concept and you'd rock it!

Gimme Shelter: Sirius Black x Female!Reader One Shot

Word Count: 1.5K

Warnings: fluff, at the end I added a nonsense part that you’ll be like?? what??

A/N: Hi honey! Thanks for your kind words! I didn't like too much how the Mac &Cheese turned out, but I'm really happy you liked it! So Sirius gets disowned in 1975, I believe summer as he was in his house. He was sixteen apparently and he would be starting his fifth year. For the sake of making sense reader knows Sirius since the first years at Hogwarts but started dating him recently, half in their fourth year. I hope that’s okay! Also Reader is not a pure blood witch, for the sake of some minor plot points.

A/N 2: Not about this story, but I might be a little inactive for a week or two, I got midterms and I have to start studying 😒 Feel free to leave requests, I’ll receive them but take a little more time to do them! All request that I received until now are wonderful! So if you sent me a request, it was well received! Don’t worry that I’ll reply them as soon as I can 💕💕 

To claim (Y/N) was pissed (and really, really worried) was an understatement. She had sent Sirius letters all summer. The first few weeks he had replied almost immediately, but around August the witch sent letters and they remained unanswered. A few days before the term started, however, she received a small piece of parchment from the Black’s family owl, a neat and gorgeous handwriting detailed “Kindly stop sending your letters to this house”; it wasn’t signed, and the handwriting didn’t look like Sirius’. So (Y/N) started thinking, and thinking and thinking. 

What if his mother found out she wasn’t a pure blood? Oh Godric! Maybe she had read the letters!? (Y/N) was mortified and embarrassed. What if Sirius was punished because of her? Maybe his mother was so pissed she arranged a marriage for Sirius? Did Sirius break up with her? Did she miss a letter?

Distressed, (Y/N) sent letters to anyone who knew Sirius. It was pointless really, as they where returning to Hogwarts in just 3 days and she would see everybody there, but maybe someone knew something.

She got a small letter from Remus, who told her he haven’t heard from Sirius. Similar responses from Peter and Lily arrived later. She received no response from James, but usually James took for ever to reply so she wasn’t expecting no response from the start. 

(Y/N) took a lot of time and effort on making her hair beautiful the morning when she was starting the term. She looked all around the platform, but didn’t find Sirius or The Marauders, maybe because she arrived way too early. Eventually (Y/N) got distracted when her friends arrived, and got dragged to a compartment. 

Her friends were so exited and had done so many thing over the summer that she was really distracted. She didn’t notice when the rain started to move, it wasn’t until she saw Remus Lupin and Lily Evans walking down the aisle she remembered.

“Hey! What are you guys doing?” she asked, walking out of her compartment.

“Hey (Y/N). We are on prefect duties.” Remus greeted, pointing at their badges. The witch gasped and smiled, hugging both of them quickly.

“Congratulations guys!” both Remus and Lily thanked her, but dismissed her quickly, having to go back to their duties. (Y/N) got back to her friends, as they where calling her, needing her opinion on who was the most good looking wizard outside of Hogwarts, they had pictures from Witch Weekly Magazine to help them decide. 

(Y/N) had to go to the loo, so she got out of the compartment, all flushed and happy, wiping small tears of laugher from her eyes, still chuckling at something dumb the girls had said. All of a sudden, she collided with someone. “Sorry! I wasn’t looking where I was going” she said giddy and full of happiness, endorphins flowing all over her body. She met her boyfriend’s grey eyes, he looked awful. “Well, hello stranger.” she greeted, her happy high plummeting to the ground at his miserable face, clearly he felt awful, but why?

Before (Y/N) could open her mouth to talk again, Sirius embraced her so tightly he knocked her air out of her lungs. She returned the hug immediately, but was really worried now. He usually greeted her with a cheeky remark, a flirty comment and the kissed her forehead, but he didn’t even speak a word.

“Sirius, are you okay?” she asked, still in his arms.

“I missed you so much.” He whispered, his breath shaky. The witch started to believe he might be crying. They needed privacy ASAP, so she pulled him inside with her to the girls changing room and locked the room.

“What happened?” she asked cupping his face, his crestfallen eyes making her worry. “You are making me worry love.”

“I ran away.”

“Oh Godric.” she gasped. “When? Where did you go? How did you manage? You should have come home, you know I would let you stay.” Sirius smiled, grabbing her hands and squeezing them. 

“I went to James’ house. I was well received. The Potters are very kind.” (Y/N) wanted to smile, but wasn’t able to.

“Did she... did she do something to you?” she asked, afraid that Walburga Black’s rage got the best of him. “I won’t hesitate to kick her arse.”

“As much as I would love you to defend my honor, she didn’t do anything. I just had enough.”

“You should have told me. I was worried sick, and then I got a piece of parchment from your house that told me to stop sending letter and I thought that maybe you were going to marry some stuck up pure-blood bitch and that you were going to break up with me-”

“Wow, wow.” Sirius stopped her, cupping her cheeks. “Love, stop. I didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t want you to worry.”

“Well, I worried all the same!” she exclaimed, crossing her arms and flushing, realizing it might have been a little childish to think all of that. Sirius smirked and leaned down to kiss her gently. 

“I’m sorry.” he whispered and kissed her again. They got caught in the moment until someone knocked on the door.

“I need you both to come out know before I’m obliged to take Gryffindor house points.” Remus’ voice sounded through the door. (Y/N) giggled as Sirius started to kiss her all over. “Padfoot!” he exclaimed.

Sirius sighed and opened the door, a happy and flushed (Y/N) waved at Remus, smiling apologetically. “Sorry.” she apologized, as Remus shook his head. Sirius took her back to her friends and kissed her forehead. “Let’s talk later, yeah?” she asked, Sirius nodding his head as he returned to his friends.

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(Y/N) successfully sneaked past curfew to the Astronomy Tower, waiting for Sirius. She wanted to ask him all about his summer, why did he ran away and what did he do at the Potters.

He arrived and got himself comfortable, laying in (Y/N)’s lap. “Hello to you too.” she told him, raking a hand though his hair. “Now, tell me anything.”

“I ran away. And got disowned.” he explained calmly. He sighed and explained how it happened. “The worst thing is that Regulus is still on that house.”

“D’you reckon he’ll be alright?”

“I think so, yeah. I was never part of that family to begin with, not since I got sorted out in Gryffindor. Regulus was the perfect son to my mother, so I did not exist anymore. As long as Reg behaves the way he had been until now, he’ll be alright.” 

(Y/N) felt pity for him, he deserved a family that loved him, he was a good boy, he was noble and kind, contrary to what he usually showed to anyone who wasn’t a friend.

“When we finish school...” she started, but stopped herself. If she told him he might freak out.

“What?” Sirius asked, curious.

“Nothing.” she replied, looking anywhere but his face. He sat up and nudged her, pulling her arm like a little boy.

“C’mon, tell me.”

“You’ll laugh, or freak out.” 

“I won’t.” he smirked, squeezing her hand.

“When we finish school, and if you want, of course... we can...” she took a deep breath. “We can make our own family, we can marry and have our own children.” Sirius was silent, so (Y/N) started to talk really fast. “I know we are young and we have been a couple for a few months, but I really like you and I want you to have the family that you deserve.”

“Promise?” he asked, his voice weak and fragile. “Do you promise?”

“I promise. As long as you don’t get tired of me.” He hugged her and kissed her deeply.

“I could never get tired of you.” he admitted, kissing her over and over again. “So, how many kids do you want?”

“I- I haven’t though about it.” she told him, her cheeks flushed. “A cute boy, with your hair.”

“And my personality?” he asked, eyebrows raised.

“Gosh no, with mine.” (Y/N) told him, making him bark with laugher. They fooled around with some more, sharing kisses and praises, commenting about the future.

“How many times do I have to warn you two? Five points from Gryffindor.” Remus stern voice sounded from behind them, making (Y/N) yelp. Sirius laughed and helped (Y/N) up.

“I’ll escort the young lady to her chambers.” he declared, bowing comically at Remus. Moony rolled his eyes.

“If I find you two again fooling around I’ll give you detention.” he said, crossing his arms.

“Noo, Remus!! Don’t pull that card on us! We’ll behave!” (Y/N) told him with a smile, jumping and riding his back. Remus gasped (but grabbed her legs, letting her piggy ride his back) and Sirius laughed, walking by their side.

“Keep your voice down, we’ll get detention if anyone catches us.” despite his tone, Remus was smiling. (Y/N) climbed down his back and jumped to Sirius’ back instead.

“Run, Sirius, run!” she squealed, giggling when Sirius started running down the hall.

#sirius black x reader #sirius black drabble #sirius black #sirius x y/n

[riisinaakka-draws]

part 2/6

2nd part of my old Black Sails scraps and doodles from 2016–2021. Not in any particular order.

This time the drawings are short comics that were abandoned for a reason or another, mostly because I lost the interest or felt like there was too much to redraw compared to the satisfaction of finishing something else more interesting. There’s also some talk about rigid mindset and how overthinking can lead to stagnation.

Contains early silverflint moments, specks of dust, rackham's glasses are found, jealous-Billy spying, desk-Flint gets caught, "squint-squint", a quiet moment and its bird dilemma etc.

And please do not steal and repost elsewhere. But if you do get inspired, feel free to make your own interpretations!

Long-ish post under the cut!

“What are you thinking about?”

“Specks of dust.”

“Liar.”

The idea was to show how much they and their relationship had changed. This was around 2016 when the season 3 began and I was still re-learning to draw with a tablet. Another art from the same time period (and idea) is this art: The Dynamic Duet. 

And for some reason I was really stuck up thinking that I’d have to first do the sketch, then the clean line art, then planes underneath, then shadows etc. and I have always struggled with that kind of approach! Mainly because I hate doing clean line work, lol. And I was a fool for trying to start with a white canvas! It’s so much harder to find values and plan things, or at least in my opinion..

“Rackham’s glasses are found”

To celebrate their new pirate alliance, they share the four lenses of Rackham’s sunglasses as they were also found at the time (because I wanted it to resurface and they could be made into jewellery you know...). This was right after the episode where Anne fights and hurts her hands (here wearing protecting mittens from Max even though she’s not trusted at the moment). Uh, this doesn’t spark joy interest me much and it’s quite stiff and would recuire a lot of redrawing faces, so - discarded!  

I somewhat like the idea still (them having something to share, although it’s on Jack’s detriment). I tried to find a stylished comical easier doodlier? way to draw them and draw clean lines etc, but it just wasn’t for me. Also here too, the background is blank and too bright. Later I started to think things as scenes and draw everything at the same time instead of adding the bg later or trying to show everything (and everyone) at the same time.

Here’s also Billy in the same story:

He’s spying on them and since it’s so bright he’s wearing his diy “sunglasses” and being envious to the others. *cough* uhhh...Idk? Also people were shipping Ben Gunn (and cheese) with Billy, so that bled into this too... Charles’ spirit is riding the “big white bird” that was mentioned in Teach’ story and in this case it’s a pelican.

As you can see, I also wasn’t using the brushes that I use nowadays. A hard (or soft) round brushes with no change in opacity just aren’t for me. For example, in traditional art, I struggle with markers and copics, but really enjoy charcoals and watercolours. I prefer ragged edges, layering and thus blending things into each other (and leaving the viewer to fill in the gaps) instead of having stark or definite things. I also struggle with vector drawings, although I have decided to finally start learning to use them...somedayyyy.

Also, I wasn’t paying attention to anatomy, like, at all LMAO. I was just so happy to be able to put something on the canvas.

This is one of my first ink drawings, but I cannot find the original anymore. Again, I like the idea, but not how things look art-wise. And I was so adamant, that I have to get everything right in the traditional drawing and not fix anything later on on photoshop because then it would be cheating. And thus, I was never able to move on or finish this properly the way I liked it (idiot).

BUT! It was a good practise to just draw and test things on paper and gain confidense on drawing things in overall (as I was still getting back into art). To get over the fear of blank paper you know, and try to find my style whatever it would start to form into.

Oh, yeah, Desk Flint.

Desk Flint was a thing for a while (still is, lol). Another drawing from that time is this Slingshot Pirate (2016). And Desk Flint keeps repeating in many later works too. The point is mainly “Flint sitting behind his desk and people interrupt him and I don’t have to draw him fully”

Well, anyway... moving on.

Here’s a plan that has been stuck for years. It’s name is “Squint-squint.” Left is the sketch (with another sketch underneath because the expressions were clearer in the old one). On the right is the continued piece with colour scheme but I cropped the eyes panel and faces out (it was so ugly for some reason) but if I ever continue/finish this, it will be redrawn there in the middle.)

Left. “On that moment their eyes were literally open(ed).”

Right. “After squinting on the shore for days, they had actually forgotten how pretty the other idiot’s eyes were.”

I still like it, quite a lot, but my perfectionist ass only sees too much “boring” things to draw and get right, so it hasn’t been a priority for a long time and other works have kept me occupied and more interested in them.

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“Quiet Moment.” 2018 (a wordless comic happening after the events of Charles Town)

I’m going to explain after these pictures, but see how big the difference is when you start to look at references and plan things together (the space, “camera” movement, background etc). I also started to colour with coarser brushes:

I drew this around early 2018. A lot of improvement! Still quite a lot of negative space (empty white backgrounds), but it fits this work. A few things tell where we are (the ship’s cabin and the balcony). Changing distances and how things are cropped/framed make things more moving and focused (and less to draw, lol). Colours and brush strokes are softer, more layered and so on.

But guess why it’s still a wip!

I couldn’t decide what bird is flying over there.

Yeap! At first it was an albatross (doesn’t go to Bahamas?). Then a seagull (but which seagull? there’s so many subspecies! Is the ship at sea or at the harbour? what birds are there on the open water/ close to the shore?? oh noo...) So, yeah, wayyyy too much over-thinking.

At some point I ended up with white-tailed-tropic-bird which was a plus! because it sounds like the bosun’s whistle, but at that point I was so tangled and frustrated and still had so much to finish with this that I left it be. Also Flint’s face looks different in every frame so I would’ve had to change some parts, lol. And then I forgot it for a couple of years! And then I had learned to draw a bit differently and again saw too much things to do, so it’s quite hard to take on this again, especially when there are so many other interesting wips waiting...

But I still really like the feeling of it! And the colour scheme. So I might just limit the things I’m allowed to fix and then post it as it own someday. I mean, it’s 90% finished, but the last reach just feels like miles.

And that’s what usually happens with my wips. They reach a certain point and it suddenly becomes really hard to finish or get back into.

But every time I learn things and then use the information in another work! :D

Final note for this post (altough this has been said hundreds of times): use references and look how things go and try to see the structure and form beneath things. And think where it is happening and how the light and surroundings affects the characters and/or spaces. And maybe think what you’re trying to convey with the art, what idea? what emotions? what purpose? or like, what are you trying to learn with the piece? and so on...

Thanks for checking this out, I hope you had fun <3

#black sails doodle #long post #but not as long as the future ones heh #tag for Block Spoils doodles #<- if you want to black list these

[the-fiction-witch]

Valentines 2021 Comics and Cookies

MOVIE: PHANTOM HALO COUPLE: SAMMUEL X READER RATING: ADORBALE

I brushed off some dust and dirty off the seats of my car making sure the flashlight had good batteries, as the sun began to set

"Hi Sammy" she smiled from the gate, she stood in her sweet dirty red converses where she stepped in cement a little while ago, her tight black leggings and her little purple dress with her bag over her shoulder

"Hi!" I yelped as I stood "Hello y/n" I blushed making her giggle as she came closer giving my lips a gentle kiss "Did you bring them?"

"Of course I did" she smiled "Chocolate chip, sugar and I made some shortbread" she smiled getting the box of cookies she baked from her bag

"Ummm yummy" I smiled going to touch the box but she slapped my hand

"Noo you have to wait" she giggled going to the car and checking what I had set up on the backseat, the little string of fairy lights across the back seats, the comics sat perfectly waiting for us and the cosy blanket in the footwell, she smiled giving me a kiss and climbing in getting cosy wrapping the blanket around her so I smiled climbing in too shutting the door behind me stealing some blanket too else I wouldn't get any at all. we both got a comic and I smiled putting my arm around her as we both got cosy with our comics she nuzzled onto my shoulder getting close so our legs where against each other as we read, I often turned slightly and gave her head a kiss my hand gently caressing the sweet fabric of her dress against my fingers

"May I have a cookie?" I asked as I finished my comic and went to get the next one

"You may" she smiled opening the box so I smiled taking a chocolate chip and having a bite and instantly I groaned with joy at the deliciousness

"Ummmm thank you sweetheart, you make the best cookies ever" I told her going to give her a kiss but she pushed me away "why no kiss?"

"Because your eating that's gross Samuel" she laughs pushing me away a little

"awwww y/n, don't you love me sweetheart?" I whine hugging her tighter

"Of course I love you, but I'm not kissing you" she laughs returning her focus to her comics

"Fine, your a mean girlfriend"

"You know it" she smiled giving my head a kiss so I returned to my comics "Love you" she giggled

"Love you too sweetheart" I smiled pulling her a little closer to me and tugging the covers around us as the sun slipped below the horizon and already the chill started to creep in "Happy valentines y/n"

"Happy valentines Sammy" she smiled giving my lips a sweet slow kiss, I happily kissed back pulling her closer and stroking her dress in my hand until we pulled back and got nice and cosy with our comics and cookies.

#tbs #tbs fanfiction #tbs fanfic #tbs smut #tbs smutty #tbs sex #TBS Imagine #tbs imagines #thomas #thomas sangster #thomas brodie sangster #thomassangster #thomasbrodiesangster #thomas brodie sangster imagine #thomas brodie sangster smut #thomas brodie sangster i #thomas brodie sangster s #thomas smut #thomas sangster smut #thomas sangster imagine #thomas sangster x reader #thomas sangser imagine #phantom halo #phantom halo imagine #phantomhalo #phantom halo smut #my left hand man #samuel #sam #sammy

[blushie14]

Language of Love [Skephalo]

You know, this was originally going to be a drawing, but I couldn't help myself! The scenario I thought of was too cute just to be a small comic! There are some sentences in French! All translations are at the bottom. Not gonna say anything else, just enjoy!

Zak was smiling like crazy as he hopped onto Minecraft. He spammed Darryl to get onto Teamspeak. He was impatient as he was fidgeting in his chair, giddy and nervous at the same time. I'm really going through with this huh?

*buddy joined your channel*

"MyEHHHH!" As soon as Darryl joined, the both of them start to greet each other back and forth in their usual manner for a little bit. "Yo!" "Skeppyyyy!" "Hi!" "Hey!" "Hiiii!" "What's up?" "Nothing much, just felt like talking to you. Can you also hop on to Minecraft?"

Darryl seemed happy to do so, since he wasn't doing much at the moment either. "Oh! Sure, what do you have in mind?" Zak thinks to himself. He only needed to talk to him so he didn't really plan anything specific to play. "Well I'm fine with whatever dude." "Hmm... Wanna go to wool wars then?" "Alright! Wool wars it is then, let's go!"

Zak already hopped on the server while Darryl was still logging in. "So, this isn't for a video, is it Skeppy?" Zak laughed, face turning a bit red. There was no way he would do this for a video, he'd die of embarrassment. "No! No, I just want to have some fun! Haha, why do you always think I'm recording?"

"Wha- Do y- What do you mean?! You always hide the fact that you're recording from me!" Zak giggles before continuing, "Dude! I'm not recording! I'm not recording, I swear!" Darryl rolled his eyes and smiled. He didn't fully believe him, but he decided to not push it any further. "Oh whatever you muffin head. Let's just start so that I can destroy you in a 1v1."

-

"aAAH! WAITWAIT NO!" Zak laughed and celebrated as Darryl screamed. He successfully knocked him off and won. "Three in a row! Bad, I'm crushing you!" Darryl growled in frustration. "I- No! You are cheating!" 

"WHAT?!" 

"You're a cheater cheater, pumpkin eater!" Zak bursts out in hysterics as the both of them bicker back and forth for a bit. "Oh my goodness, I hate you so much right now. ...Okay I don't really, but you're ticking me off!" 

Zak calmed down and laughed lightly. He sighed and mumbled, "Je t'aime." 

With help from Vincent, Zak may or may not have a list of words in French. A list of words that Zak is too scared to say to Darryl seriously upfront. So of course instead of letting Darryl know, Zak could say it out loud without having Darryl understand. Plus, he could impress him as well.

It was pretty sudden for Darryl at first. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "Wait what? What did you say?" Zak giggles before he replied with a warm smile. "Je t'aime! Tu me rends tellement heureux."

Darryl's eyes lit up in awe. "Oooh! Are you speaking in French? Did a6d teach you few things?" Zak smiles and nods, "Oui~" Darryl can already feel himself burning up. Hearing Zak just simply speaking like that made him feel weird and fuzzy. He wanted to hear more and was very curious to what the previous words mean. "O... O-Okay then. So what did that mean in English?" 

"Oui means yes." "No, I already know that. I meant the words before that." Feeling sheepish, Zak nervously laughed and shook his head. "That's for me to know and for you to never find out." 

"What?!" Darryl exclaimed, a little hurt, "Why not?" "B-Because," Zak hesitated, "Tu comptes tant pour moi!" Darryl muttered under his breath, "Okay, no. I'm not gonna let you distract me. I am coming to kill you."

A few minutes into the next round and Zak sees Darryl building up in the distance. He giggles and throws an ender pearl towards him. "Tu es mingonne. Je t'aime." Darryl felt his face heat up again as he rolled his eyes. "Oh my goodnes can you sto- AHH! Skeppy no! NOO!" Zak grinned smugly as he managed to kill his opponent once again."Wow Bad, I thought you were good at Wool Wars."

"I AM good at Wool Wars! This is your fault because your fancy French talk distracted me!" Zak snickered and replied, "Je t'adore." Darryl covered his face and laughed a little. "Oh my goodness! Either stop talking French or tell me what you're saying!" 

"Ahaha! I don't want to!" Darryl huffs, "Fine! Keep being a ragamuffin." Darryl suddenly gets an idea that he should've thought of sooner. "Hang on Skeppy. I'll be right back. I'm gonna make a phone call."

"Okay, hurry back! Je t'aime!" Darryl muted his mic and picks up his phone. He dials a number and murmurs while he waits for someone to pick up, "If you won't tell me, then maybe he will."

-

Vincent ended his stream a few minutes ago and was planning on going to sleep. Before he could get up from his chair and head to bed, he heard his phone ring. He looked and sees that Darryl was calling him. He figured that it wouldn't hurt to talk to him, and picked up. "Yo Bad, what's up?"

"A6dddddd! Skeppy and I are playing Wool Wars right now. He is speaking in French and don't know what's he saying! What did you teach him to say?" There were a couple phrases that Vincent shared with many curious people that asked, especially Darryl. But since Vincent is a bit exhausted, he couldn't think of anything that he might've shared with Zak. "I'm not really sure what Skeppy is doing," Vincent yawned, "Can you at least give me an example of what he said so that I could translate?" 

"Oh my goodness, he already said a few things already though." They both stay silent for a moment until Darryl gets an idea. "Oh! If I continue talking to Skeppy, can you just tell me what he's saying if he speaks in French?" 

"Hmm... Okay, I guess I can do that." 

"Perfect! Yes, thank you. I'm on Teamspeak with him right now. I'm about to unmute my mic." He unmuted as Vincent was still on the phone, secretly listening to every word. "Hey! I'm back!" 

"Bonjour!" Vincent quietly laughed in the background as Darryl rolled his eyes in slight annoyance. "Oh my gosh, are you gonna continue speaking French the entire time we play wool wars?" 

"Hah, nope! Because I feel like playing bed wars now. Wanna team?" Darryl replied with enthusiasm "Ooh, okay!" Zak smiled at the fact that Darryl's frustration could simply vanish in an instance. He mumbled, "Je t'aime pour toujors." Before Darryl's face could burn up again, loud laughter can be heard on Darryl's phone. "Bad? Who is that?" Zak questioned, while Vincent gasps for air. "ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW?" 

"Oh my good- LANGUAGE!" Zak's heart came to a stop for a split second, "Is that a6d?" Darryl couldn't answer before a6d continued, "I'm joining Teamspeak, hold on!" 

-

It took Darryl and Zak a moment to hop over to bed wars. Zak is slightly panicking while Darryl moved Vincent to their Teamspeak. As he joined, Vincent was internally freaking out, smiling widely. "Sooo Skeppy, is this the reason why you asked me how to say I lo-" Zak immediately cut him off with a scream. "Oh my goodness! How to say what?!" Vincent tried to speak again rolling his eyes, "I told Skeppy a few different ways to say I-" 

"NAANANA!! HANYA HAAAA!!" Skeppy interrupted again, thankful that no one can see how red his face is right now. "A6d, I will literally give you 50 dollars for you to shut your mouth!" Darryl couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Seriously?! You would pay a6d not to tell me what you're saying?!" Vincent smirked, "Send it to me on PayPal." Zak let out a sigh of relief while Darryl was not a happy camper. "Wait no! I wanna know whatever the heck 'Je tem' means!" 

"You wanna know what it means? It means Skeppy is a coward, THAT’S WHAT IT MEANS!" Zak felt his face heat up as he laughs, "SHUT UP DUDE!" Darryl, being oblivious as ever, asks "Wait, why are you calling yourself a coward Skeppy?" The other two started giggling. Vincent facepalms while Zak just tries to change the subject, "We have to protect our bed, Bad come on!" Darryl sighs and yelled, "Okay! Okay! I'm collecting emeralds!"

-

A few minutes go by, and the duo were doing a decent job protecting their bed. Everything was going fine until Zak tried to go back to their base while carrying 3 diamonds. Not paying attention as much, he slipped up and fell into the void. "Oh my goodness you fatty! Why did you die?! Now we can't get heal pool!" Zak chuckled, "Tu me rends gaga." Vincent laughed, finding the situation both amusing, a little embarrassing, but kind of cute. He is also slightly cringing at Zak's pronunciation. "Oh my goodness a6d, please tell me what he said. Did he call me stupid or something?" 

"Well... he didn’t call you stupid," he snickered. Zak laughed and continued. "Les mots no peuvent pas décrire mom amour pot toi~" Vincent swore a part of him died inside as he hides his face from second-hand embarrassment. The pronunciation was a little poor to him, but apparently pleasant for the other as his face was flushed red.

"Oh my gosh, how many things did you teach him?!" Vincent only laughed in response, still hiding his face in his hands. Darryl starts to do the same, "Finishing this is going to be impossible Skeppy!" He whined becoming flustered, "because you keep acting like a potato! Tell me what you're saying right now, or stop it!" 

"Bad, all he's doing is saying 'je t'aime' differently every time." 

"But what does je t'aime mean!?"

"Tu es mingonne! Je t'aime." Darryl couldn't take it anymore. His heart couldn't take it anymore. No longer caring about the bed wars game, Darryl decided to use a last resort to find out once and for all. Google translate. Thinking he heard it enough times to say it, he grabbed his phone and asked Google.

"What does je t'aime mean in French?" Miraculously, it managed to pick up his question correctly the first time.

Je t'aime means 'I love you' in French.

-

It's as if time froze when Darryl stared at his screen, wide-eyed. He felt his face heating up more and more, coming to the realization that Skeppy was saying 'I love you' in many different ways. He didn't even notice Zak suddenly disconnecting from Teamspeak and logging out of Minecraft. He only snapped back to reality when he heard Vincent cackling.

"I-... I-... Did Skeppy leave?!" Vincent nodded while he was still laughing and shouting in the background, "FINALLY!" Darryl puts his hands to his face in disbelief. His emotions have gone haywire and it felt like his heart was bouncing all over the place. "A6d, w-what.. just happened?"

Vincent cleared his throat, "To sum it up, Skeppy was.. basically flirting with you." Vincent laughed a little more before he continued, "I honestly didn't expect him to do it in French, but I guess it was effective in the end. I had a feeling that he really liked you." Darryl was still at a loss for words. He was still trying to calm down while still looking at the 'I love you' at his phone. ...He loves me. "Sooo, do you want me to tell you what I taught h-" 

"YES!" Darryl squeaked immediately, VERY eager to translate everything Zak said to him. "Okay, but you did NOT find out those translations from me. Alright?" Darryl instantly agreed. Grinning, Vincent continued.

"I think I can remember everything I taught him, but let's start off with what I heard. So this sentence he said was a bit off: 'Les mots no peuvent pas décrire mom amour pot toi.' It literally means 'words can't describe my love for you.'

Darryl burned up as covered his mouth with both hands to suppress a squeal. "aAWW!! That’s so adorable ohmygoodness." Vincent snickered, pretending that he didn't hear the other squee over their crush. Darryl cleared his throat, apologized, and asked Vincent to continue.

-

About half an hour went by after he left the Teamspeak. Zak couldn't pull himself together as he overthinks what Darryl is even doing or thinking about. What if he thinks I'm weird? What if we aren't friends anymore? What if-

*buddy joined your channel*

"Skeppy?" Zak panicked once he heard Darryl's voice, he blurted out "Do you hate me?!" Darryl blinked in surprise, "What?! Nonono, I don't!" Zak covered his face, still feeling a bit stressed from this. "Hey, muffin. Muffin calm down. I promise I don't hate you."

Zak slowly lowered his arms, "you don't?" Darryl had a toothy grin on his face and shook his head. "Of course not.." He nervously looks down on the floor, and attempts to say as best as he can, "Tu comptes tant pour moi." Zak was surprised for a moment. He wasn't exactly expecting Darryl to speak French afterwards. It was cute. Zak smiled as relief washed over him, his face was warm as he replied back.

"Tu me rends tellement hehreux."

[End]

DISCLAIMER: I do not know any French! I only did a little research! Here are the translations:

#skephalo #skeppy #badboyhalo #a6d #the muffin trio #fanfiction #my writing #Gah this took longer than I thought #Hope it was worth it #if you made it to the end i love you <3

[betweenbeatriceandbaudelaire]

Noo not (toxic?)Tatsuhime shippers sayin that it made more sense than IH, bashing it. On early manga? Sure but like overall IH>TH? I dont want them to be IRs in disguise. At this point its like big part of the Fandom hate the Idea of Ichigo developing a special bond with Hime. Its like u ship it or u completely despise said ship. People arent allowed to like canon, u have to despise canon and embrace fanon cuz Kubo trashed his own story. This Fandom will forever have (wrong)bias huh? Idc anymore

What makes me sad is that they really are out there trying to convince everyone that their interpretation is the true one, and that if u liked the endgame pairings u didnt pay attention to the story. Bruh I literally started and finished the manga this year before the 20th ani project(never watched the anime tbh) and I was like ???? Sure final arc kinda trash tbh but the epilogue was good? Such an antagonistic elite, they really glorify their own interpretation of what happened (2/4)

U know, cuz they are true fans. Like, a few moths ago I didnt even knew the name of the pairings, didnt know of any essays and rants, and mid manga I was like "Bruh, Ichigo has something for Hime" and even if the final arc was rushed af I was like: these?? kids?? are literally more than friends less than lovers?? it wasnt forced?? when people in the comments said endparings succed I was totally ready for IR and IS in that epilogue lmao. Really hate it here haha.(3/4)

Srry for the innecesary asks lol, I just wanted to rant a little. Love ur blog, Literally found it like 2 weeks ago. And the fact that u (and many others) can really apreciate the character growth w/out twisting everything. Literally Bless U. I really wish this fandom wasnt such a Hivemind (At least), like, ok, If u dont like IH and like any other ship cuz their dynamic is more appealing 2 u, cool, but dont put ur opinions as canon/better than canon and let people enjoy what they want.(4/4) 

Aww anon thank you for your kind words ! I’m happy my blog can be a little help to you in this mess of a fandom. 

I know what you’re going through anon I used to get SO angry at ichiruki shippers and people saying ichihime didn’t make sense. I get occasionally angry now and again but I mostly made my peace with it because I understood something. 

Those people do not care at all to be wrong. You can argue with them until you lose your voice, you can point at them the multiple evidence there is for ichihime in the manga and they will not care. 

They do not care about what the manga has to say to them. They do not care about properly reading it. They do not care about understanding what was happening relationship wise in Bleach. 

The only thing they care about is their own biased version of Bleach. They like the fandom, they like the obscure nonsensical theories that affirms Bleach is actually a shojo for Ichigo and Rukia, they like the merch with ichigo and rukia standing next to each other, they like the IR comics with orihime getting humiliated being rejected by ichigo as a kind of foreplay for ichiruki happening. 

They could care less if Kubo said he never ever envisionned ichiruki happening because his end for bleach was always for ichigo’s son and rukia’s daughter meeting. 

They could care less about kubo explicitely saying “ This is not a romantic relationship” about ichiruki more than 10 years ago. 

They could care less about the hundreds of pages solely dedicated to the developement of ichihime. 

They will make you argue in vain, they will pretend they care about the source material by twisting it thoroughly in order for their crackship to happen. 

But they do NOT care about what is actually in the manga. 

Once you understand that. Once you get that their fanon version of Bleach matters more to them that what is actually happening in bleach you kinda lose the will to fight them because really what’s the point ? 

#ICHIRUKI DISCOURSE #I was as angry and frustrated as you were for so long #I know just how annoying it can be #but it's like arguing about evolution with a creationist #they do not care about your arguments #they do not care about facts or logic #they do not care that you are right #they just care about the fantasy within their heads #Anonymous

[nadjastersurveys]

Randomly Random - Part 1  

Middle name? I don’t feel like revealing my middle names here.

Favorite color(s)? I like purple but every color can be nice.

What college do you want to/or are attending? I’m not attending a college/university right now and I have no idea if I ever even will.

What do you want to/are you majoring in? -

Democrat/republican/other? Other?

Birthday month? I was born in October

Do you dress according to your mood? I’m not sure, I don’t really pay attention to that lol but I dress according to the weather and where I’m going to though.

Tomboy/girlie girl I still don’t know lol. I guess mostly a bit more tomboyish.

Are you good at doing hair/make up? I don’t wear makeup and the only hairdo I do is that I put my hair up in a ponytail lol.

Do you wear glasses? No.

Can you drive? No.

Are you shy? In front of people I don’t know, but I wouldn’t call myself shy in general.

Are you always worried or stressed about something? Not always but I get stressed and worried really easily.

Tell me about your dream wedding. I don’t dream about having a wedding lol.

Randomly Random - Part 2

Do you like to sing? When I’m alone, yes.

Do you like to write poetry? I don’t think I’ve ever actually done that.

Can you swim? I can but I’m not a swimmer, so I’m not good at that.

Do you like the pool or the ocean? I prefer actually swimming in the pool. I just dip my feet and maybe legs in the ocean/lake.

Do you hate water in your face? Well no unless it gets in my eyes lol.

Do you hold grudges? Noo, I don’t feel like that solves anything.

Are you/have you ever been in love? I don’t know, I feel like I am right now though.

Do you/did you ever sleep with a teddy bear?if so who gave it to you? I have a big bunny plush toy in my bed but not a bear. My mom bought it for me haha.

Are you a very random person? I don’t even know what that means lol.

What do you do when you’re nervous? I tap my fingers on everything and just do anything with my hands.

Do you love making new friends? Yeah it’s fun because I’m not very good at getting to know people.

Do you like the twilight series? Never read/watched those.

Favorite animal? Cats.

Randomly Random - Part 3

Do you have any pets? We have two cats.

What would you name your daughter? I haven’t thought about it yet lol.

^ your son? ^

What length hair do you like in a guy & why? Whatever fits them pretty much but I’d say boys with a bit shorter hair are usually more attractive, especially like a buzzcut lol.

Do you have friends who are shorter than you? No I’m the shortest.

When you get mad do you cry? Sometimes yeah but it just depends on the thing I’m mad about.

Would you ever consider modeling? Nah.

What color eyes do you wish you had? I'm happy with my eye color but sometimes I wish for more lighter brown eyes, like amber eyes.

Silver/gold jewelry? Silver.

Do you always wear jewelry? My earrings and my nose ring are the only jewelry I wear.

Are you afraid of needles? Not really.

How many kids do you want? I don’t know yet.

Long/short nails? Short but not too short.

Do you like wearing hats? Sometimes yeah.

Randomly Random - Part 4

Do you love taking pics? Yeah it can be fun.

Do you sunburn easily? Not super easily, no.

Does mall Santa Clauses or Easter bunnies freak you out? I've never seen mall Santas or Easter bunnies haha.

Do you prefer to call a person or wait for them to call you? I like when people call me first for sure but sometimes you just have to call first.

Are you scared of crossing bridges? Those wonky bridges, yes lol but I’ve never had to cross one.

Do you have a short attention…oh squirrel…span? Yeah.

Do you hate sitting in silence but get irritated if someone talks too much? Well yes something in the middle of those two is nice.

Has anyone ever called you baby or hun? No.

What’s your favorite kind of chocolate? Milk chocolate.

Would you consider yourself clumsy? I can be pretty clumsy.

Do you hate using public restrooms? Yess I try to avoid them as much as possible.

Do you like when a guy picks you up in his arms? No guy has ever picked me up in his arms haha but sure, that would be nice especially if he’s someone I like.

Ever bought ice cream from an ice cream truck? Yes but that was ages ago.

Do you hate chihuahuas? I don’t.

Randomly Random - Part 5

Has a teacher ever made you hate your favorite subject? Nope.

Do you like hairless cats? Yeah I think they look cool and kind of mysterious.

Did you ever cry at school? Yep.

Have you ever had a poem or story published? Nope.

If you had/have a kid would you ever let them get a tattoo? Well if they’re old enough then yes.

What’s your favorite thing to have for dinner? Just something with chicken or fish.

Would you ever paint your walls red? Nah, I like them white.

Have you ever licked a pole? No lol.

Has your hand ever gotten slammed in a car door? No but my head has lol.

Are you allergic to grass? No.

Do you love guinea pigs? Yeah they’re pretty cute.

Do you prefer to write on chalkboards or white boards?   Chalkboards are nice but I wouldn’t mind writing on a white board either lol. It doesn’t matter.

What is the worst thing you ever did that got you grounded? I don’t know if I’ve ever been grounded haha. I’m not sure what that even actually means. I was sent to my room a lot when I was an annoying 7-10 year old though lol.

Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars?   I could really use a wish right now so yes.

Randomly Random - Part 6

What would you do if your best girlfriend said she was lesbian? I’d support any friend who tells me that.

Have you ever been chased by a snake? No.

Where do you wanna work? I don’t know.

Is there something you tell yourself you’re going to do but never do? There’s some things, like I’ve been meaning to watch this one movie for like 6 months now.

Has a teacher ever called you an idiot? Not to my knowledge but I wouldn’t be surprised if they did lol.

What awards have you won? Medals from dance competitions.

Do you get nervous eating in front of people? Usually no, but that has happened.

Would you consider yourself good at taking care of kids? I've never actually taken care of kids so probably not now.

How old would a guy have to be before you wouldn’t date them? Right at this age I wouldn’t date anyone older than 18.

Be honest, have you ever tried weed? No.

Has anyone ever broken up with you with a note? Never broken up with anyone before.

Have you walked into a wall? I’m sure I have.

Do you have sensitive teeth? No.

Do you sleep with a fan on? In summer if it’s really hot.

Randomly Random - Part 7

When you hear sirens, do you get afraid its someone you know? When I see a firetruck go with sirens on I always worry if it’s going to our house.

Do you often get nosebleeds in the winter? I don’t think I’ve ever gotten a nosebleed because of winter lol.

What’s a word you use to substitute for a cuss word? I don’t use substitutes for swear words lol.

What was the worst thing you ever did to get detention/suspended? I’ve had detention mostly for forgetting to do my homework.

Have you ever suffered from post-traumatic stress disorder? No.

Have you tried the new crackle nail polish? No.

Do you enjoy the “i love you more” argument? No lol.

Do you like the color yellow? Yeah I like it.

Trees are awesome! Yes? Why not.

Do you suffer from nasal allergies? I don’t.

Marrying your cousin. Yay or nay? Well, no lol.

Are you distracted by anything shiny at the moment? Ooo shiny!! No.

Has your parents ever called you names? Like mean names? No like they were trying to be mean, they were just telling the truth haha, like lecturing me if I did/do something annoying or wrong.

Have you ever seen a cat have a hairball…i have soo gross Yes.

Randomly Random - Part 8

Have you ever had a tooth pulled, i have : / No, the thought of that scares me.

Do you still watch tom and jerry? : ) I’ve never watched that but I read the comics often as a little girl haha.

Do you use your hairbrush as a microphone? No lol.

What’s your usual morning routine? I get up, go to the bathroom, brush my teeth, get some breakfast and get dressed properly if I have to go somewhere.

Do you ever get bored with something so you’re unable to finish it? Yes I get bored so easily it’s ridiculous.

Do you wanna redecorate your room? I’m happy with my room.

Have you ever worn black to someone’s house & left covered in fur? Haha yes people who have cats have cat hair everywhere around their house usually, just like our house.

What would i expect to find under your bed? Just dust lol.

If i were to walk into your room, would i be able to see the floor? Yes it’s not messy and I hate when I have stuff that is not furniture on the floor.

What is something you did when you were a kid that you still enjoy? Dancing is one thing.

Has anyone ever said they would love you forever, was it true? I don’t think anyone has ever said that to me.

Do you watch America’s Got Talent? No but I sometimes watch some clips of it on YouTube.

Do you ever sit and look at old photo albums & recall memories? Yes that’s fun.

Do you watch onision on YouTube, if not you should he’s hilarious. This didn’t age well lol. I’ve seen some of his first videos and yeah they’re pretty funny but now he’s in deep shit and so many people hate him. I feel so uneasy and weird watching his new videos also because he disabled the comments in the videos and you can’t see the likes or dislikes either.

Randomly Random - Part 9

Don’t you just hate taking showers in the winter? Noo, I like it but I like taking showers in any season.

Do you say “epic fail” a lot? I’ve never said that lol.

How personal does a question have to be so that you wont answer? In surveys? I wouldn’t tell my last name or the place i live in like the adress.

Do you ever feel like sometimes you have short term memory loss? Yes because I have really bad memory.

What if a stranger came up to you yelled BATMAN & ran away? I would jump a little because it’s something I don’t expect to happen lol.

What’s your favorite kind of pudding? Vanilla or caramel.

Did you ever run over something with a lawn mower? Never used a lawn mower.

When someone says don’t look do you look? Well sometimes.

Have you ever played spin the bottle? Once yeah.

Did you ever have a cat that was obsessed with shoes? No lol.

I believe i can fly! Ever jump off things & try to fly? I haven’t haha.

What was your first Halloween costume? I’ve never dressed for Halloween I think.

Ever have chicken pox? Yep.

Did you eat your Wheaties this morning ? What was for breakfast? I had a smoothie and crackers for breakfast lol.

#survey #feeelsss good to be baaackk

[buzzdixonwriter]

Hoo Noo Shmoo?

Never let it be said that this blog is flagging in its enthusiasm for flogging horses so dead they’re found in the glue bin at Office Max.

To whit, the Scorsese vs MCU brouhaha.

Bottom line: Scorsese is right.  As well made as MCU movies are, they ain’t cinema, they’re glorified commercials to sell MCU product.

Full disclosure: I should know, since I wrote for G.I. Joe, Transformers, and a host of other toy-based syndicated animation shows.  I’m happy with the work I did, I can point proudly to specific episodes I wrote that aspire to be more than mere half-hour commercials…

…but they ain’t art.

They ain’t art, despite our aspirations to do the best job we could, because ultimately we creators were not allowed to create what we felt best for our stories, but what Hasbro deemed vital to their sales.

(The closest we got to art was when Hasbro cancelled The Inhumanoids toy line in mid-production of the TV series, and said we could finish our broadcast commitment however we saw fit so long as it didn’t result in an FCC complaint.  As a result, we went nuts.)

My Hasbro / Sunbow experience remains a highpoint of my creative life, so I’m not denigrating the talent, skill, ability, spirit, and enthusiasm of those making MCU movies.

…but they ain’t art.

Now, those who love MCU movies think Scorsese’s comments are a slam against them.

Welllll…no, not directly.

But they do underscore how popularity -- especially of media designed to push product -- is a faulty measuring stick for artistic merit.

Case in point: The Shmoo.

Wuzza shmoo, you ask (and thus proving my point)?

Shmoos were extremely popular in the late 1940s.  Part of the wonderfully wacky world cartoonist Al Capp created for his hit Li’l Abner comic strip, shmoos represented a parable on American consumerism, modern day geese laying not mere golden eggs but birthday cakes with candles a’blazin’.

As Capp described them:

They reproduce asexually and are incredibly prolific, multiplying faster than rabbits. They require no sustenance other than air.

Shmoos are delicious to eat, and are eager to be eaten. If a human looks at one hungrily, it will happily immolate itself -- either by jumping into a frying pan, after which they taste like chicken, or into a broiling pan, after which they taste like steak. When roasted they taste like pork, and when baked they taste like catfish. Raw, they taste like oysters on the half-shell.

They also produce eggs (neatly packaged), milk (bottled, grade-A), and butter -- no churning required. Their pelts make perfect boot leather or house timbers, depending on how thick one slices them.

They have no bones, so there's absolutely no waste. Their eyes make the best suspender buttons, and their whiskers make perfect toothpicks. In short, they are simply the perfect ideal of a subsistence agricultural herd animal.

Naturally gentle, they require minimal care and are ideal playmates for young children. The frolicking of shmoos is so entertaining (such as their staged "shmoosical comedies") that people no longer feel the need to watch television or go to the movies.

Some of the more tasty varieties of shmoo are more difficult to catch, however. Usually shmoo hunters, now a sport in some parts of the country, use a paper bag, flashlight, and stick to capture their shmoos. At night the light stuns them, then they may be whacked in the head with the stick and put in the bag for frying up later on.

Of course, in the original strip continuity, the shmoos were quickly eradicated, driven to extinction by food packagers who feared bankruptcy.

It was a sharp, biting message, and one that looked critically at both insatiable consumerism and capitalism’s claims of superiority.

Capp, of course, was too savvy a marketeer himself to eliminate the shmoos entirely, and so he provided for one breeding pair to survive…and for the shmoos to make repeated appearances for the rest of Li’l Abner’s run.

Shmoo mania ran rampant with shmoo dolls, shmoo clocks, shmoo games, shmoo candy, shmoo snacks, and shmoo apparel.  

The money truck basically backed up to Capp’s front door and dumped its load on his porch.  Shmoos proved insanely popular and it seemed the mania would never end…

…except it did.

To mangle metaphors, you can only take so many trips to the same well before your audience starts asking “What?  Beans again?”

And then, in a fickle flash, it’s over.

I’d be hard pressed today to find anyone younger than the boomer cohort who ever heard of Al Capp or Li’l Abner unless their school or community theatre presented the Broadway musical adaptation of the strip (the show remains popular with amateur theatrical troupes such as high schools and colleges because the huge cast of Dogpatch citizens guarantees everybody who tries out for the show will land some part in it).

For all their popularity and merchandise and media impact -- songs on the radio, big spreads in weekly news magazines -- the shmoos left virtually no cultural footprint.

(Full disclosure yet again: I wrote for a Scooby-doo knock-off by Hanna-Barbera called The New Shmoo and it was a piece of crap, abandoning the whole consumerism point of the original shmoos and making them -- or just “it” in our case -- a pseudo-funny dog sidekick for a squad of mystery solving kids.  And it wasn’t a piece of crap because we didn’t try our best, it was a piece of crap because the shmoo was treated as ubiquitous “product” under the misconception that of course everybody younger than Joe Barbera would recognize the name and love the character so deeply that they’d simultaneously develop amnesia about what made the original character so appealing.)

Product.

That’s what one of the most brilliant, most poignant, most spot-on commentaries on rampant consumerism and ruthless capitalism ironically reduced down to.  Product.

There’s a line in Jurassic Park that resonates here:  ”Life will find a way.”

Let’s paraphrase that to “Art will find a way” because like life, art is an expression of the creative urge.

Right now, by and large, it’s trapped in the giant all encompassing condom of corporate consumerism, providing fun and pleasure and excitement, but not really creating anything new, to be wadded up and thrown away when the suits are done screwing us.

But every now and then there’s a tiny pinprick in the sheath, and when that happens there’s the chance of something wonderful, something meaningful, something of lasting value emerging.

It is possible for art to emerge from a corporate context, but only if the corporate intent is to produce a work of art for its own purposes.   Michelangelo carved David as a work for hire, the local doge commissioning the sculpture because he wanted to impress peers and peasants by donating the biggest statue ever made by the hottest artist of the era (and even then Michelangelo needed to resort to subterfuge to keep the doge from “improving” on his work with “suggestions” [read “commands”].)

The very first Rocky movie was a work of art because the producers focused on telling a simple, singular story about a loser who could only win by going the distance, not by defeating his opponent but by refusing to be beaten by him.

It’s a great cinematic moment that rings true and it’s going to last forever…unlike sequels Rocky II - V where Rocky fights supervillains like Mr. T and a robot (hey, that was the movie playing in my head when I watched Rocky IV and it was a helluva lot more entertaining than what I actually saw onscreen).

The suits castrated Rocky, reducing him from a unique universal cultural touchstone down to…well…product.

The MCU movies are product; rather, they are two-hour+ commercials to sell product in the form of videogames, action figures, T-shirts, and Underoos.

The real art occurred almost 60 years ago when Jack Kirby and Steve Ditko knocked out page after page as fast as they could, drawing deep from the wellsprings of their own interests, experiences, and passions.

(“What about Stan?” I hear you ask.  Look, we all love Stan, but truth be told his great contribution to the MCU came in his service as drum major for the Merry Marvel marching Society.  God bless him for firing up the fan base’s enthusiasm for the Marvel bullpen’s work, but compare what his artists did before and after their collaboration with him to what he did before and after his editorial tenure at Marvel and it’s clear upon whose shoulders the muses rested.)

As much fun as MCU movies are (I’ve seen about 1/3 of ‘em and enjoyed most of what I saw), I also recognize in them the harm they do.

They are promoted heavily to sell product to raise the fortunes of one of the biggest corporations on the planet, a corporation that holds control over five of the largest, most popular entertainment brands on the market.

To protect their cash cows, Disney chokes potential rivals in their cribs.

Think there’s going to be another Alien or Predator movie now that Disney owns them and Star Wars?  Why create rivals to a mega-successful property you already own?  (I will be genuinely surprised if we see another Guardians Of The Galaxy movie in light of the faltering popularity of Star Wars in Disney’s eyes; they’re going to want to shore up their billion dollar investment rather than call it a day and let some upstart -- even an upstart they own 100% -- rob them of revenue.)

Disney’s battle plan to choke out all potential rivals leaves no room in the DEU (Disney Expanded Universe) for independent minded creators.

They want competent hired pens who can churn out the product they desire in order to bolster sales of other products derived from those.

(Even more full disclosure:  I wrote for Chip ‘n’ Dale’s Rescue Rangers as well as some Aladdin and Scrooge McDuck comic book stories.)

Disney’s MCU, for all its expertly executed whiz-bang, is a bloated, soulless zombie, a giant gaudy inflated parade balloon blocking the vision of others.

There’s a scene in the movie The Founder -- a genuine cinematic work of art that comments ironically on the selling of a product --  that applies here.

Ray Kroc (Michael Keaton) relentlessly browbeats the McDonald brothers (Nick Offerman and John Carroll Lynch) into letting him replace their real milkshakes with what will come to be known as the McShake, an ersatz product that at best reminds one of what a real milkshake should taste like.

The McDonald Brothers are horrified.  Not only does it not taste like a real milkshake, but it goes against the very grain of what they desire as restauranteurs:  To provide quality food quickly for their customers, trading value for value.

Kroc will have none of this.  To him the customers are simply one more obstacle between him and their money.

He doesn’t see them as the source of his revenue, but as impediments to same.

What benefits them, what nurtures their diets, what gives them pleasure, what trades value for value is completely unimportant to him.

They exist only to make him rich and powerful.

By the end of the film, Kroc has effectively declared war on his own partners, his own employees, his own customers.  He recognizes he is not in the business his customers and employees and partners think he’s in (i.e., fast food) but rather in the real estate business, buying land that McDonald’s franchises must lease from him in order to operate.

By the end, he’s not concerned with how well his customers eat, or how well his employees are treated, or how financially secure his franchise managers feel.

By the end, all he wants is the money, and he doesn’t care how his franchises make it so long as they pass it along to him.

As a result, McDonald’s contributes heavily to America’s obesity and diabetes epidemics, advising their employees to take second jobs so they can afford to continue working for them at substandard wages.

Disney’s MCU is a super-sized Happy Meal™ that’s ruining the cultural health of its consumers.

   © Buzz Dixon

#Marvel #Disn #Jack Kirby #Stan Lee #Steve Ditko #Star Wars #MCU #Rocky #Martin Scorsese #media #movies #superheroes

[wpdariacutnes]

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here art berry the bunny:::

name: berry the bunny 

nickname: sheya or woder chan

age: 16 old only dys a out comunity is 17

like: apple cookis / western song (mp3 hirding western song)/ forest plase’s

dislike: betch plase (hate yellow dust)/ pitcha soda ( soda sweet make wirts her a told japan soda)/ gatch fishing 

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#soniccomunity #mereal #wpexpleing #youtube #parents take rule #art 2022

[insarations]

these are actually hella fucking cute y’all

1: when you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk? more cereal

2: do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day? oh yes :) but gotta  get me some hot chocolate or blanket

3: what random objects do you use to bookmark your books? usually just a scrap of paper or whatevers close

4: how do you take your coffee/tea? i put soy milk and sugar in my coffee....just sugar in tea

5: are you self-conscious of your smile? ya :/ well at least if my mouth is open...I have terrible teeth

6: do you keep plants? no

7: do you name your plants? noo lol

8: what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings? painting/drawing/crafting..sometimes writing or poetry

9: do you like singing/humming to yourself? very much

10: do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach? usually side, sometimes back

11: what's an inner joke you have with your friends? too many to name

12: what's your favorite planet? hmm...never thought about it strangely. saturn for looks. but mars cause idk..it holds the most possibility

13: what's something that made you smile today? my cats

14: if you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like? uhhh....idk

15: go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is! A day on Venus is actually longer than a year on Venus... wrap your head around that ;)

16: what's your favorite pasta dish? ooooh all of them lol but probably lasagna... ooh or alfredo

17: what color do you really want to dye your hair? just darker...dark brown or black

18: tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up when i made us play hide n seek in a hotel room and i hid behind a curtain. or when i peed on my friends foot cause she got stung by a jellyfish XD

19: do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw/ in it? I used to :/ I dont' really anymore..probably should

20: what's your favorite eye color? um idk really it depends on the person..I usually like brown or blue. not that green isn't nice but again depends on the person lol

21: talk about your favorite bag, the one that's been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces. ugh I really don't use bags or purses or anything like that much. currently my black vans drawstring

22: are you a morning person? nah, never will be. i'm used to getting up early but still hate it

23: what's your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations? SLEEP

24: is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets? yes..a few people

25: what's the weirdest place you've ever broken into? umm i dont think ive broken into anywhere

26: what are the shoes you've had for forever and wear with every single outfit? i got rid of all my own shoes but the ones ive had a while i wear the most are my black slipon vans

27: what's your favorite bubblegum flavor? mint

28: sunrise or sunset? sunset

29: what's something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing? only she could do it, cant even explain lol

30: think of it: have you ever been truly scared? more than a few times

31: what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about socks. I LOVE SOCKS lol absolutely not all white socks. I like fun patterned socks..especially my vans no shows... sometimes sleep with them on

32: tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends. oh gosh dont let me start

33: what's your fave pastry? uggghh too many. recently something amazing I tried... lobster tails from carlos bakery. but really..any pastry lol

34: tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it? lots of them. the main one I can think of is a small little grungy horse named Wickee lol...got him at this amusement park called Wickee Watchee... idk where he is atm :/

35: do you like stationary and pretty pens and so on? do you use them often? ooooooh yesssss...from time to time

36: which band's sound would fit your mood right now? 21 pilots

37: do you like keeping your room messy or clean? I mean I like it clean.... but it's messy most the time anyways lol

38: tell us about your pet peeves! ugh so many. the #1 thing probably is when I'm walking like in a store and someone just stops right in front of me..like i'm tryna get somewhere please move haha but otherwise I just had selfish spoiled people and attitudes and people who think they're better than everyone else

39: what color do you wear the most? black and gray

40: think of a piece of jewelry you own: what's it's story? does it have any meaning to you? um honestly I don't have any jewelry besides my liprings. There is this necklace that was my grandmas but I don't really wear it anymore

41: what's the last book you remember really, really loving? It's called Pawn by Robin Roseau

42: do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it! Starbucks. it's amazing. it's life. that is all.

43: who was the last person you gazed at the stars with? this girl

44: when was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything? um hmm on and off lately and I think i'm getting there again...but probably really completely like...last spring

45: do you trust your instincts a lot? as much and often as I can

46: tell us the worst pun you can think of. oh you don't want me to do that

47: what food do you think should be banned from the universe? donald trump. oh food. hahahahah omg. i thought it said thing. hahahaha. i cant even answer now.

48: what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today? roaches. yes still same. I HATE THEM

49: do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought? eh neither like or dislike..rarely ever buy cds never records. But I did recently buy the Gwen Stefani Christmas album ;)

50: what's an odd thing you collect? nothing really odd. oh well.... unique boxes. I guess thats strange lol

51: think of a person. what song do you associate with them? so many songs.

52: what are your favorite memes of the year so far? uh hmm.. probably the spongebob mocking one lol

53: have you ever watched the rocky horror picture show? heathers? beetlejuice? pulp fiction? what do you think of them? honestly..dont kill me...no

54: who's the last person you saw with a true look of sadness on their face? myself XD

55: what's the most dramatic thing you've ever done to prove a point? gotten out of the car and walked a mile home XD

56: what are some things you find endearing in people? just being genuine and truthful and sweet and trying to be funny even if you're not really

57: go listen to bohemian rhapsody. how did it make you feel? did you dramatically reenact the lyrics? BEAUTIFUL. I didnt actually listen but I did in my head. BEAUTIFUL SONG

58: who's the wine mom and who's the vodka aunt in your group of friends? why? uhhhh..... dont really have a group of friends XD

59: what's your favorite myth? hmm too much thinking

60: do you like poetry? what are some of your faves? depends, most the time...the Footprints poem

61: what's the stupidest gift you've ever given? the stupidest one you've ever received? given um...idk I used to get a buncha stuff from the dollar store for my fam every year lol received? a rock from my ex bf -_-

62: do you drink juice in the morning? which kind? nah not really a juice person

63: are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organized or kinda leave them be? yes organized

64: what color is the sky where you are right now? black

65: is there anyone you haven't seen in a long time who you'd love to hang out with? yesss....

66: what would your ideal flower crown look like? uhhh eh..not for me

67: how do gloomy days where the sky is dark and the world is misty make you feel? either calm or sad or sleepy or a combo

68: what's winter like where you live? it's florida. not usually cold. this week is as cold as it gets...low is like 38 but usually it doesnt even get there

69: what are your favorite board games? clue, monopoly is alright too

70: have you ever used a ouija board? no

71: what's your favorite kind of tea? not huge on tea but I like mint, or something fruity like berry or lemon or peach

72: are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you'll forget it? with certain things

73: what are some of your worst habits? leaving drinks or bottles half finished out or like letting my room get messy

74: describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns. funny. sarcastic. sometimes an asshole. good time. gorgeous. fun.

75: tell us about your pets! They're two cats, sister, Lamb and Rue...they're 2 and 1/2 years old..and sweet and mischevious and fluffy and soft and cuteeee  and I love them more than anything

76: is there anything you should be doing right now but aren't? not really

77: pink or yellow lemonade? dont really like lemonade much but they dont make much a difference to me

78: are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub? fanclub :)

79: what's one of the cutest things someone has ever done for you? wrote a song for me

80: what color are your bedroom walls? did you choose that color? if so, why? white..nah I didnt choose

81: describe one of your friend's eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of. honestly my minds going black lol im tired

82: are/were you good in school? yes for the most part..had my moments but overall good

83: what's some of your favorite album art? so many I could name. coldplays is always really colorful and abstracty. and imagine dragons.

84: are you planning on getting tattoos? which ones? already have two. want a lot more..too much to name and i dont even know still what all i want

85: do you read comics? what are your faves? nah

86: do you like concept albums? which ones? YAS. many. but first came to mind, Skillets Rise

87: what are some movies you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives? Silver Linings Playbook. Paper Towns. Shrek. All the disney movies. Avatar. Wizard of Oz. many more

88: are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoy? all of them haha... pop art, impressionism, renaissance..just all of it all special in they're own way

89: are you close to your parents? eh idk i cant explain..neither close nor distant. like we live together and talk alot but not really the close relationship as some do..im very different from them

90: talk about your one of you favorite cities. Knoxville. the city I went to college in... interesting place with lots to do..best of both worlds. beautiful mountains and hills and views. but also the downtown areas are cool..lots of fun stuff

91: where do you plan on traveling this year? going to savannah ga for my bday. not sure where else yet but i'm sure there will be other places. i'd really like to go to phoenix..boston..new orleans..california..portland ugh so many places

92: are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese or a person who barely sprinkles a pinch? CHEESE AF

93: what's the hairstyle you wear the most? just up in a bun which is boring but its too messy and long to put up with lol

94: who was the last person you know to have a birthday? my dad

95: what are your plans for this weekend? nothing really so far. probably will go to lunch or something with my friend

96: do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot? procrastinate

97: myer briggs type, zodiac sign, and hogwarts house? myer briggs- INFJ (advocate) sign- aquarius house- ravenclaw

98: when's the last time you went hiking? did you enjoy it? legitimately...like 3 years ago...hated it...too much walking and pain XD

99: list some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them. ugh sooooooooooo many. pretty much any song by skillet or gwen stefani/no doubt recently..dusk till dawn by sia, new rules by dua lipa... also songs by ben howard..lots of indie stuff

100: if you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? why? 5 into the future... i've already lived my past, and i've made a lot of progress...wanna jump to even more progress hopefully

#survey #survey questions #random survey #cute questions #many questions #random questions

[cutegirlmayra]

Could you do a story where our custom character fights Eggman in Forces? Don't worry about the custom character's personality or design, be creative! :D

(x Linked me to youtube? Idk)

Prompt:

(Custom Character will be known as ‘CC’ in this prompt, there will be no mention of gender titles, just so you are aware)

CC dashed into the scene having swung from their gadgets chord before landing with style and flare; one hand up while the other took the landing with their legs, but head up, tail slightly swishing.From that, they got up to look to their sides, seeing Sonic and Classic him come down on either side, before each turned to the giant skyscraper that was scraped into a mechanical pillar of sorts.

Lines of electricity ran up it in glowing panels, as Sonic nodded at the sight.

“We’ve made it. But now…” he spread his feet slightly, folding his arms and tilting his head to the left. “How do we get in?”

Classic also looked up, then to the obstacle presented, and started tapping his hand to his chin; thinking with the swaying of his head.

CC looked to both Sonics, before a narrowing of their eyes, and then, a look of pure conviction…

Stepping forward, CC took the gadgets from their feet, giving CC Super Speed, and unhooked them to put them on the tops of their hooklines.

Smiling in confidence, CC then shot the two hooklines out, as they spiraled up and curved slightly in the ascent.

Once they caught onto metal, they straightened out, having a whip lash going down the line before CC braced their self and tightened their hold.

The speed boost had the wires scale all the way up to the roof of the structure, stopping there as CC nodded in approval of their idea working out just right.

Tails would be proud.

CC walked back, making an almost angled wire for the two hedgehogs to scale like they usually do.

CC turned and winked.

“Woah… great thinking, buddy!” Sonic gave him a thumbs up, before spin dashing onto the line, then uncurling to race up in a flash of light blue. A comet was the only way to describe the climbing ball of light before CC turned to see Classic Sonic jump up, nudge him on the shoulder for praise, and get on the line.

He powered up with a spin, and then shot off like a pinball, the same blue ball, but smaller in size.

CC continued to hold the line, and once they were off, took off up as the line recoiled itself automatically.

CC’s legs kicked with the fast pull, but once up, comically flailed a moment in the air before landing a little harshly.

CC shook their head, getting up and holding it a moment, before looking apologetic to the two hedgehogs; who just kindly laughed and waited for CC to get their bearings again.

Sonic tapped his stomach, having a good chuckle, before Classic jogged over to the window, and pointed down.

The two walked over to the edge, peering down.

“That’s it!” Sonic whispered, pointing to the engine-like device sparking below the ceiling.

“That’s got to be what Eggman is planning to use to power the whole doomsday device.” Sonic glared, before turning back to his company.

“Shall we?” he smirked, as CC smiled widely, nodding in excitement before the two turned to Classic, who gestured cockily to himself with both thumbs.

He suddenly leaned onto the glass and it spun open under his pressure, as if he had meant to do that.

Sonic and CC looked down, in a bit of shock, before each other and then went down with him, Sonic calling out ‘yahoo!’ as they did so.

After defeating some enemies and racing away from Metal Sonic, taking him out, the three went to shut down the project, but as they approached…

“This is it.” Sonic gestured, “Since you’re the last survivor of this city… care to do the honors?” Sonic smiled, showing some consideration.

“You’ve made it all the way here this far. I’ve gotta hand it to ya, kid. I couldn’t have imagined, but you take after my own heart.” He shook his head, before encouraging CC by placing a hand on their back.

CC nodded, having been the only person who stayed behind to try and fight for their home… but this was going to end it all.

If they could destroy this…

CC put their head down… before taking a breath and looking determined as before to finish this war.

This would end it all… all the suffering… everyone would come back.. CC could be more than a hero, they could have their old life back!

CC reached their hand forward…

Suddenly, there was a tinge of sorrow, and the fingers curled back; unwilling to go through with it.

Sonic and Classic folded their arms and were angled opposite from each other, as Sonic cocked his head in curiosity.

“What’s wrong?” Sonic began to approach, but suddenly, the doors flung open and two wirey, rubber arms shoot out black chords that entangled and chocked Sonic and Classic, lifting them up into the air.

“Gerk! What!?” Sonic was lifted up, pulling on the chords around his neck, but they were too thick and strong to tug away.

Classic tried doing the ‘frog’ technique but it wasn’t doing much. Even at one point spinning his legs into the figure-8 wasn’t doing much good, and all struggling only ended in vain.

“Look out!” Sonic called, seeing another wire rear up, getting ready to spring out at CC.

CC held their mouth open, before jumping to dodge the attack and then throwing ninja stars, having electricity on them that cut through the wire. Since it was rubber, though, the electrocution didn’t disable the robot…

“Clever little hero…”

CC glared, clenching their teeth as they turned around, seeing the bane of their existence.

“Who-ho-ho-ho…”

Eggman laughed as his glasses shined, coming out of the darkness and into the light, having his hands together as he was in the dead center of a spider looking contraption, with wire like octopus arms.

“You should have stayed in your bunker! What makes you think you can defeat me!? When they couldn’t even stop me!!!” Eggman leaned forward, pointing dramatically to Sonic and Classic… whose expressions… proved his words true.

“Don’t listen to him-aH!” Sonic’s mouth was covered by the large wire.

“This isn’t your turn to speak, I’ve got all the cards in my corner, so you- shush it.” Eggman turned towards Sonic, showing hostility before looking back with his fake smile to CC.

“I thought I got rid of all the ‘hero-wannabes’ a long time ago!” he swiped his hand out, referring to Sonic’s long absence…

“Now then, hmmm.” he straightened himself out, looking pretty snug in his position right now.

“What makes you think… just because you’re hanging out with heroes… that you’re suddenly the junior recruit? Hmm? What makes you so SPECIAL.” Eggman’s contraption leaned forward, having Eggman and CC come to a close range, the closest CC’s ever been to Eggman’s true appearance- dispute all the screens that held it.

“Well?” Eggman glared down.

This was the question CC hadn’t answered yet.

Looking down, CC recalled why they hesitated.

If they went back to normal life… they would lose all they’ve gained…. Sonic… the teams… All their new friends…

It would still end in goodbyes…

Were they really worthy to truly call themselves heroes alongside these legends?

CC looked back at Sonic and Classic, frozen in time it seemed as they stared and waited for CC’s decision.

CC looked down again, before taking in a painful breath…

Their eyes opened completely, having finally found that answer.

Swishing out their flamethrower, they cocked it on their arm, frowning a moment before replacing it with a wicked grin, and blasting it in Eggman’s face.

Letting it go a little, they waved it up and down just slightly, getting him good for all he’s put them, and the team, through.

Once done, CC pulled away with a cocky grin on their faces, looking smug, eyes lowered and head held high and out.

Eggman blinked, his face completely black…

“You’ve sealed your fate then…” Eggman pulled his machine back, “Now.. DIE!”

Missiles launched, as suddenly CC’s expression turned back to shock, running before shooting out a hookline.

It carried them all around the device, before swiping a metallic-folding sword out and slashing Sonic and Classic Sonic free.

“Alright!” Sonic high-fived his younger self, as they spun and started zipping around, fighting as well.

“WHAT!?” Eggman let out.

Smiling, CC waited to swing around again, looking forward with a set goal and kicking their legs forward to get more momentum.

Coming back, CC took out some bomb grenades, swiping the item that held them dormant out with a bite and pull; tossing them down to explode.

“NOO!!!” Eggman blocked, raising his arms up and over himself, but the explosions took out most of the body of the machine. 

CC landed then, on top the spidery-wired arms and legs machine, seeing Sonic and Classic had disabled and cut through the other legs, they strode to the driver’s seat…

Eggman frantically clicked buttons, before pulling out a taser gun and firing.

CC threw up a materialized shield, then stomped the gun out of Eggman’s grasp, holding the sword out at the tip of his nose as he leaned away.

“Impossible!”

“You’re not so tough without your robots, Eggman!” Sonic dashed up, looking just as serious as Classic and CC’s faces, as they all stood by CC.

CC glared, waiting for Sonic to give a command.

“…Hehe… so are you.” Eggman looked about ready to surrender.. until he leaned forward with a wicked grin.

He shot out a beam that blasted the device he was suppose to be protecting from the mouth of his downed robot.

“Oh no!” Sonic saw the core heating up, a white light.

“No!” Sonic pushed CC out of the way of the powerful explosion, but CC was the one holding all the equipment…

With the blast, the team was fried, and CC slowly blinked their eyes from the pain, having been electrocuted and saw that all their gadgets were now spent and busted.

Sonic and Classic struggled to get up, as Eggman… surprisingly alright… was coming up behind them with a iron bar clutched in his hands…

He threw it up, “This ends all!!!”

CC’s eyes widened. Without their gadgets…

No!

CC shook their head, glaring with their teeth showing in the open frown, and hit their fist down to get themselves up.

They were still a hero!!!

CC rammed into Eggman, having the two stumble back into the white glowing core…

“Ah!” Sonic turned around, reaching a hand down, “Hold on!”

CC turned and grabbed the hand, right before falling, as Eggman grasped CC’s leg.

“Don’t let me die too!” Eggman whined out, as CC glared down, annoyed.

They tried to kick him off by slamming their foot repetitively into Eggman’s head, but he was pulled up regardless of their efforts…

Eggman coughed. On all fours, he held himself, before Classic jumped on his back, hitting him down on his stomach and then sitting on him, making sure he wasn’t going anywhere…

He looked down, pouting, putting his hands to his hips and then looking up proudly.

He then sat down, having another ‘offph!’ come from Eggman as he crossed his legs and nodded one sharp jerk of his head.

The deed was done.

Eggman was defeated, as Sonic and CC recovered enough to stagger over to the machine, and this time… Sonic beside them.

“You have a point.” Sonic commented, having one hand on CC’s back, as CC, looking to Sonic admiringly, smiled at his statement.

“We should do this… together.” they both placed their hand on the switch, and slowly pulled it down…

The whole of the room’s bright light slowly shut down…

“NOO!!!” Eggman struggled, shooting a hand up at the dimming light of his central core, as robots, small or ginormous, suddenly powered down all over the world.

“The Chaos Sphere! No…nooo-hooo-hooo…WHHHAA!!! It’s not fair! I was sooo close!” Eggman threw a tantrum, but Classic just rolled his eyes, watching Eggman look at his tensed hands then squeezing them shut before finally, Classic just side-kicked him and knocked him out; his face flat on the ground.

He shook his head, as Sonic laughed and CC chuckled.

“We couldn’t have done it without ya… pal.” Sonic nodded, creating a sort of tender moment, as he extended his hand to CC.

“Welcome to the legends of Heroes, buddy. You’re- officially now- a hero.” Sonic pointed to CC at the bridge of his statement, as if making sure CC believed it now too.

In acceptance, though still feeling humble about it, CC took Sonic’s hand, never feeling so much apart of something so grand and big, and looked deeply touched as he rose his head up to Sonic.

Sonic nodded again, one last good shake, before saluting off. “Now… to tell the good news!”

Though, everyone had already seen the results, and were rejoicing all over the globe.

Sonic, now in a big square, patted CC’s back, who shyly smiled back to him, before scratching the back of their head at the cheering crowd.

Slowly… they brought their hand down, looking at it, before nodding, clenching their fist tight, holding their head high and eyes closed.

They did it.

They earned this.

CC was a hero.

They opened their eyes and waved, as the crowd went wild, and grinned widely at their reaction to it.

Classic looked proud of him too, winking his approval to them, as CC gave a thumbs up  and wink back.

(Hope you enjoyed it! I tried to make it to where you could insert your own character’s name and the story would still work for you :) I hope Sonic forces has good cutscenes for our charas to shine! XD buuuut… I still want the canon cast to have the big spotlight too ^^; )

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