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tornado1992 · 2 months

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Miles doesn’t hate his tails.

No matter how much the people in his town told him to.

Even if every time he tries to play close by the village he gets chased and practically hunted down because some scary adults want to “hang out his tails on the wall”.

Even if the mothers pry their children away from him so they won’t “get cursed by the mutant”.

Even if his first memory is running from some big kids who chased him away from a store for eating some scraps from the garbage while yelling “Two tailed freaks don’t even deserve trash!”

The only apparent difference between him and the people who hate him being the number of tails, or rather, the not singularity of his.

It seemed like the reason why they all despised him was because of them, an abnormality, was the kindest way they called them.

They kept saying his tails were bad. But it didn’t made any sense. His tails weren’t bad. They kept him warm on the coldest nights, shelter him from the rain, and protect him from the town’s kid’s fists.

They were his only company and comfort, his blanket and pillow, and they were the only thing he had. He couldn’t hate them.

It didn’t matter if they were the apparent reason for his loneliness and the town’s rejection, Miles knew that even if he could cut one of them the townsfolk still wouldn’t want him.

His tails were big enough to cover him almost completely, protecting him by curling around him and not letting go even when the fur on them was ripped, torn, or burned. He could chew on the tip of their fur when his stomach hurt too much not to try and bite something, even if the matted fur on them might hurt sometimes. He didn’t have any toys or coloring books, but he could always play with his tails whenever he felt too lonely, he would chase them and they would not go away, sometimes they moved on their own when he was playing, he didn’t know why, but whenever it happened it made him feel a little bit happier, even if it meant as potential risk of him being found by his abusers if they moved when he didn’t tell them too, it still made him happy.

He could hug his tails while sleeping, pretending someone was actually there with him, if he concentrated enough, he could pretend the fur that was keeping him warm wasn’t his own, he could imagine it was maybe a loving mom, a caring dad, or… anyone, but he could feel loved.

He didn’t hate his tails.

Everyone hated him, and that might not have a solution, but everyone also seemed to hate his tails. He knows how it feels when everybody hates you, he doesn’t want his tails to feel like everyone in the world hates them too. So even if it’s just him, even if no one else ever likes them, and even if some day he dies because someone hated them enough to do something about it, he won’t hate his tails.

He doesn’t think anyone could love his tails ever, and he doesn’t know if he is capable of loving them himself, but liking them should be enough. He hopes his tails can understand.

He hopes that at least his tails could feel a little bit of love some day.

#miles tails prower #baby miles tails prower #baby tails #classic tails #sth #sth fanfic #sonic the hedgehog #sonic fanfiction #I’m so weak for little four year old tails #he is just a baby #all alone and unloved #damn I hope someone would love him someday #tails doesn’t hate his tails because that’s all he has #but they sure conflict him #damn I hope that someday someone would like them #sonic and tails

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atomosphericnonsense · 17 days

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I’ve been reading a bunch of Perry the platypus fanfiction and a lot of these have human!perry which is like fine sure why not but if all these human!perry fics most of them have uncle perry where Perry is related to Linda or Lawrence in some way when odd guy that just happens to live in their house is right there and so much funnier cmon you’ve never had some guy just living in your house for no discernible reason because he’s down on his luck and friends with your parents it would be so funny just picture with me if you will a perry lost his house but knew the Flynn fletchers through antiquing related things right after they first got married and blended their families he was supposed to just sleep on the couch for a week or two and help watch the kids while he found a new apartment but now it’s been five years and he still hasn’t left because the secret agent business got real busy (ie doof) that is a perfectly accept human!perry the platypus backstory and so ripe with comedy of anyone trying to explain who he is or why he lives there

#perry the platypus #human Perry #phineas and ferb #dude I have no idea I’m baby sitting my four year old niece #and showing her pnf #as one does #and then I think how much fanfic is there #and now I’ve read too many of these to not have an opinion

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mvshortcut · 4 months

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I can’t imagine how Curtain must’ve felt when he found out that Constance telepathically told Mr. Benedict the location of the prison in book 3. Like in the cave scene she realizes that he secretly switched the vials, and he’s like well I’ll be damned…the evil toddler can recognize patterns and deduce meanings from minute body language changes…this could be useful someday… Fast forward six months later and as he’s putting the pieces together Kate’s cheerfully like “Read your mind? Yes she did :) Given the answer to Mr. Benedict? If you say so 🥰” like you anticipated treachery you anticipated double-crossing you anticipated EVERYTHING under the sun BUT did you anticipate Oh Whoops The Toddler Is Psychic Now? No? Psh. Amateur. I will say this only once. Genuinely props to him for not combusting on the spot.

#important to note that the guy that escaped his evil school is currently blowing up his base and his henchman about it #as he’s having these realizations #honestly I’m impressed he rolled with it so fast #I would’ve wasted an hour going what do you MEAN the four year old is psychic and used her mind to snitch on me #the mysterious benedict society #ledroptha curtain #mr. curtain

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pendinganchor · 1 year

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why do antis think it went:

- steve lies

- billy breaks a plate over steve’s head

when it actually went:

- billy gets smacked around, called a slur, then threatened all by his father because max ran off on his watch

- billy had to drive all around town to track down where she is, while he’s supposed to be on a date

- max sets the tone by saying “he can’t know i’m here. he’ll kill me. he’ll kills us.” (which babe way dramatic jfc)

- steve (a borderline 18 year old) lies about the whereabouts of max (a 13 year old) to her stepbrother. he also lies about even knowing who she is!!!

- billy calls him out for lying

- steve says “oh shit”

- billy sends steve to the ground for being weird

- flirting

- billy goes inside

- billy sees that not only was max with steve but three other boys as well (boys that billy has only ever seen making max upset)

- billy sets his sights on lucas who he already told max to stay away from (we can talk all about the racist undertones of this interaction but that’s not what this post is about)

- billy pushes lucas and tells him to stay away from max

- lucas kicks billy (rightfully so tbh)

- billy makes a threat that 100% was not serious (you think he would actually kill a child? be fr)

- steve punches billy

- billy’s reaction to steve punching him is laughing (LAUGHING but we don’t have time to unpack allll of that)

- more flirting

- billy swings at and misses steve

- steve punches billy again

- steve punches billy a third time while the kids cheer him on

- billy is still laughing

- steve punches billy a fourth time and backs him into a corner

- like mother like son billy breaks a plate over steve’s head

- the fight turns and now steve is getting his shit rocked

- max stabs billy IN THE NECK with a syringe with an unknown substance in it (this easily could have killed him)

- max threatens billy

#billy was punched four times before he landed a hit #if you think billy is the winner in this situation you’re completely wrong #mind you i went to the episodes to get this 100% accurate and forced my way through scenes that are hard for me to watch #if you don’t think steve was in the wrong for lying to billy please block me #you disgust me and i really hope you don’t have little siblings #steve didn’t tell some harmless lie #he told the brother of a 13 year old that his sister wasn’t at a stranger’s house in the middle of the woods #also why have i never talked about the song that plays while billy is leaving the wheeler’s house i’m gonna be sick #billy hargrove #steve harrington #stranger things #userkarson

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baconandeggs-25 · 1 month

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I was rewatching Dress Up: Time Princess’s mobile game ads just to feel pain and i stumbled across this certain shot

Why does Lafayette look like a fucking blow up doll?!?!!?

This might be my new tumblr banner what do ya think

#marquis de lafayette #lafayette #gilbert du motier #dress up time princess #da fuq is that #I’m dead😭😭🤣🤣💀#it’s been four years since these ads released I feel old #dress up time princess Lafayette #memes #funny #french #18th century #amrev fandom

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alangdorf · 6 months

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Yearly costume roundup!! Sora cosplay year 5 (actually done this time!) + demonstration of last-minute Adeleine costume for my husband (I lent him my sweatshirt and made the beret) + potential Touhou cosplay plans for myself and @just-my-narratives and my husband + coping with not having the resources for making a new full cosplay this year by spending the day planning out a Magolor

#cosplay #kingdom hearts #sora #kirby #touhou #adeleine #magolor #alice margatroid #marisa kirisame #fujiwara no mokou #I’m very impressed the keyblade has held up so well after a little more than four years #oughhh I wanna make a new cosplay so bad now that I’m better at sewing but money… iob #my brown combat boots in particular are getting pretty old and kinda worn out so I wouldn’t feel too bad about donating them to the cause #also the beret has a fabric-covered button in the center it’s very cute

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hcdragonwrites · 9 months

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Letters (a @journey-to-the-au Drabble)

I made another thing (yeah I couldn’t help myself but this one is shorter I think. I hope you like it!) I just. Brain fire.

Inspired by <a href="https://www.tumblr.com/journey-to-the-au/722003448742248448/may-we-hear-about-the-yaogui-attack-0-apologies" >This Post </a>

(Also I suck at linking things I’m so sorry.)

Liu crossed out the line on the parchment before him, splashing ink onto the stone beneath his feet in an frustrated spray.

“No that doesn’t sound right either!” He gritted his teeth, growing frustrated. General Liu, one of the Four great Generals of Flower- Fruit mountain and friend to its King Sun Wukong, had a dilemma.

He set the brush down, still getting used to holding it in his hands. Wukong makes this look so easy! But things of the unmonkey nature came easily to Wukong- how could they not ? He had mastered the mysterious arts that had given him such power, had defeated the demon who had first claimed Water- Curtain Cave in his absence (and more beside.) Wukong had walked among the men of the world and had claimed treasure from dragons.

Wukong would be able to hold a brush with ease and write words with a steady hand. The general tugged at his fur and looked about himself. Rolls of parchment lay about him like discarded rinds of watermelons. All the failed attempts to transcribe what his heart was trying to speak. He tugged more, hairs coming free.

When Wukong spoke of his experience in the world abroad their mountain, he had mentioned how the important people within that strange world of mortals and immortals would communicate through scrolls and parchment.

“It was too quiet at times for my liking!” He reminisced once, splashing some wine as he gesticulated upon his throne. “What silence! What needed to be written that couldn’t be communicated with a clear voice?” He would then call for one of the troop of his subjects to retell a story, for Wukong loved the telling of a yarn through voice and act.

Liu had understood why one would want words written down however. The things he wanted to say- to tell- either fled him like mist before the sun or stuck in his throat like a peach stone. The Marshal scratched behind his ear, brushing the notched edge and remembering. Remembering her.

Rin Rin.

Liu had never been one for such deep hesitation as he was now. In all the Aolai country, among and betwixt the unicorns and the phoenixes who preened and called themselves the most beautiful, where the leopards and the tigers roamed and boasted their own majesty, Liu had faced all that threatened his home with bravery. He loved this mountain, from every blade of grass to every luminous stone deep in Water-Curtain Cave. He thought none of the beasts or birds or celestial bodies in Heaven was more beautiful than his home.

Except Her.

He wanted to tell her. Tell Rin Rin how she rivaled all the clouds in heaven for her softness. How no flower could compare to her eyes and how they shined like the sea when the sun hit it. Her smile could make the trees cry and her anger could chase the stripes off a tiger.

Liu was afraid. Not afraid of her. Afraid to miss this opportunity! His tail lashed and sent a bit of paper skittering over the stone floor, knocking into several stone bowls of almonds.

The mountain was a paradise. The waterfall that crashed beyond, the pine forests that dotted the slopes where their needles spiced the air. He had faced tigers and demons, fought and thrown himself into situation after situation of danger without a second thought for himself.

Now he was hesitant. He acted as he had on that day Wukong had found Water- Curtain cave: hesitant. Marshal Liu had not been hesitant since that time- so why had he returned to this state ?

Liu looked down at the paper and groaned.

“I just want to tell her how beautiful she is…”

Steps approached from outside Liu’s room.

“So this is where you’ve been!” Wukong called, stepping into the room with a frown on his face. “I have been waiting for you in the Throne room for hours! Sentries have spotted what look to be the makings of a camp. We have a troop of creatures lurking in the shadow of our mountain and I need my Generals— what is all this stuff ?”

Liu didn’t bother to cover up his failings- he just lay his head on the stone table and glared at the brush.

“You only called for a meeting a few minutes ago, my king.” He replied from the table.

“Minutes- hours. It has been too long! What have you been up to in here?”Wukong picked up a paper scroll, the feathered crown on his head bobbing.

“You are as pretty as a … hmm. You never finished this one Liu!”

Liu moved his face to flatten into the stone table, feeling his cheeks burn and his ears itch. Of course my king would start reading them.

Shuffling paper noises sounded again as Wukong picked another scroll up.

“My heart becomes a candle when you are near—“ he frowned. “You crossed out the rest in a mess of black.”

Liu wished he could dissolve into the stone.

“You smell as sweet as a magnolia flower- your eyes are the shape of stars —“

“Please My King.” He begged. “Spare me.”

“You wrote them Liu! I am only reading.”

“And I ask for mercy, please.”

“Seems you’ve had trouble finishing whatever you were trying to say.” Mused the Sage.

“None of the words formed well enough on the paper.” Marshal Liu sighed. There came a shuffle and a brush beside him. He lifted his head to see Wukong had crossed his legs beside him, a shoulder companionably against Lius. The Monkey King twirled the brush between his fingers, unrolling a new scroll of parchment.

“If I help you Write your love poem to Rin, Will you stop mooning so sadly ?” Wukong cocked a brow at his general, side eyeing him in a way only a friend could.

Marshal Liu felt his pride pricked, just a bit. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Liu- you have been my friend for countless years. Longer than most monkeys usually live.” Wukong dipped the brush into the inkwell, checking the ink stone and grimacing at its diminished size. “I know you from the tips of your ears to the ends of your fur. We have fought and bled side by side. You may be a master at strategy and planning but. My friend.”

Wukong turned his whole face to stare at Liu. “You suck at hiding how in love you are with Rin Rin.”

The Marshal sat up, opened his mouth to defend, to deflect —

Wukong, Great Sage Equal to Heaven, waited. His face set in a neutral and very are you really going to argue with me? expression.

Liu closed his mouth, tugged at his fur and set his chin on the stone table. “She makes me feel so—-“

“Mhm.”

“She’s so—!”

“Mhm…”

“I just can’t get the words out!” The Marshal admitted finally. “Each time I start to tell her, I freeze. I’ve tried so many times!”

When Rin and He had shared a sweet patch of strawberries he had tried to say how he loved her.

When Rin had been tending to a scratch on his face, chiding and reprimanding him for his recklessness again. Her anger had made him want to hold her and reassure her that he was fine.

When they had decided to stay out late, tails curled together as they counted the stars. Liu had wanted to compare her to each one.

And each of these times his words had either fled him or had refused to come out.

“And you thought to write them out because they keep getting stuck.”

Liu nodded.

“Give me the words and I’ll write them down.” Wukong set the tip, ready. “If I write this for you, then will come and put your mind back to keeping our mountain safe?”

Guilt itched beneath his fur. “My King i'm sorry—“

A affectionate rub of Wukongs head against his own shut the general up as the king tugged at his ear in play.

“Liu. I may not understand the power of what you are feeling,” Wukong cut off, tail thumping against the Marshals “but that doesn’t mean your feelings aren’t important. And … seeing you so distressed makes me distressed. I can help my friend in this simple task at least.”

Liu felt a warmth well from him. For all his Kings boasting and prideful proclamations, Wukong cared for each of his subjects - even in the face of his incomprehension. He would do what he could to ease his friends, his subjects, his families struggles. Wukong began to write as Liu began to speak, his face warm and his hands slowly beginning uncurl from his fur.

After just an hour with Wukongs transcribing and Liu describing, the confession was complete. Liu clutched the scroll and strapped it to his side.

He had been able to attend the Council with a lighter heart and a smile on his face. The discussion and the plans to increase patrols along the pine forest to the west of Flower Fruit Mountain had been unanimously agreed upon as the troubling information came to light.

The scouts' reports had indicated that there had been activity - a half made campfire kicked over and cold with bones from what looked like a small deer- not a few leaps and bounds from the slopes. Liu had frowned at the description of the tracks- five footed, fur and the scent of musk in the air. Another band of Monkeys … but they seem to be scouting us as well.

When Liu had this brought to attention, an immediate patrol had been sent out to gain more information on how many may be circling their home. The unspoken kept being danced around but all in that council chamber had a suspicion. Demon Monkeys….

Until they knew further who and what they were facing, Wukong wouldn’t risk a war troop to prowl the nearby hills and leave the rest of his family and people exposed.

Liu had a bit of time beneath the growing moon of night to find Rin Rin now. Before his nerves left him. Wukongs handwriting had made the words look better, flow better, feel better to the Marshals eyes. His King had sat through his flowery language, and had written it all diligently if with a little bit of snorting at times. (“Don’t compare her to pine nuts!” “But she smells of the pines and the wood and everything I love!” “…. But pine nuts ?”)

If his words failed him, Liu had them written down. If they stuck in his throat, he could pull them apart with the help of his letter. His heart was thumping, his fur was sticking out a bit as electric nerves rolled on his skin. Liu was in full armor having come from council, and it jangled softly in the night air. But it was a comforting jangle- a separate staccato rhythm against his body.

As the moon rose outside of Water-Curtain Cave casting the spray in silver light, Liu gazed out. Some other monkeys mingled in the cooling air enjoying the clear night. Tending to loved ones by either grooming fur, sharing ripening fruits from the many orchards across the vast mountain, or cuddling down in the soft grasses to gaze upward. Liu greeted each in turn, butting heads or brushing hands. Pride welled in him, making Liu stand taller. This was his home- his family. The peace they lived in was hard won and protected by their King and his Marshals- and that peace was precious.

A small bundle of babes shot past, one carrying a lychee fruit as a prize to be kept from the others. A pair of older simians gazed into the waters of the pool, leaning into each other. Liu would fight a thousand demons, all the celestial beings in the world, to keep this peace. He would tame dragons and pull the moon down from its boughs in Heaven to preserve this peace.

Liu turned, green eyes seeking. There, just beneath the pomegranate tree overlooking a mossy spray of water, he spotted the cloud gray of Rin Rin. Even in the shadow of the tree he could see her moon flower perched behind her ear, the fur perfectly groomed in wonderous swirls. He wished he had a bouquet of moonflowers to bring her or a cup of tea to present to her. He wanted to come bearing gifts and to tend and tidy her hair and weave flowers throughout it.

He came bearing his heart instead.

Said heart thumped against his chest. Steady Liu.

Liu took a moment to groom his finger through his fur, his tail, and to dust at his armor. He grabbed at a small patch of pine needles, snapping them between fingers and briefly rubbing the tips over his fur. He wanted to look his best to smell his best to be his best.

Then, gathering himself and tapping the scroll's top at his hip, Liu straightened and stepped forward.

He would tell her how much she meant to him. He would show her how much she was worth to him- between the words he had been able to wrangle and place onto a page.

Liu would never get the chance to unwind that scroll however. The night air that had been full of gentle chatter and warm conversation was broken by screams as the mountain's peace was shattered into a thousand screams of fury and fear rang off the mountain.