#im kinda feeling so burnt out these days. from multiple different things.

[mochinomnoms]

IM CRYING I GOT SICK SO I DONT FEEL WELL😭😭😭😭 Still I'll push through and get these Valentine's scenarios to you!!! You might get the other two a bit later tho so sorry!!!

Azul would definitely make sure to give you your gift first. He has done extensive research and came to Ramshackle with a bouquet of your favorite flowers! Though Valentines wasn't foreign to him, the way humans celebrated was a bit different! Then he'd take you to the town on the island, because somehow he got permission from Crowley!

It was with a bribe

........

At least you think so? But you got to go and have a great time on the rest of the island so who cares? He took you to multiple shops and then to the beach after. When you got back to campus you both went to his dorm. And it confused him to no end when you told him to wait while you ran off towards the dorms kitchen. He waited like an hour until you came out. He was a little annoyed but he couldn't go into the kitchen since the twins were keeping guard of the door as he heard sizzling. Hands down you enter the room with a, "Missed me?"

He'd question why you took so long but little did he know you ALSO did your research! Leading him to his own VIP room you'd explain nothing to him and watch as he blushed and tried to get answers from you. I mean why go to such a private room on such an intimate day? He's embarrassed even more as some other dorm members walk past him, a blushing mess, being tugged into his private office.

Not to mention your teasing the entire way there with hand holding and little pecks! He wouldn't say it out loud (7 forbid the tweels hear him) but he loves your affection just as much as it embarrasses him! And sevens, does it embarrass him!

When you get to the room the foods already set up! Courtesy of the twins. He knows the food was made by you, why else would you be gone for an hour!? and is kinda nervous for two reasons.

He's not too sure you can cook

2. Gifting food (for octo-mers) is usually part of their courting process

And I mean, yeah sure he's already dating you and everything but it feels really intimate! And it gets even more so when you lift the fork and bring it to his lips. (sorry to the people who CAN cook) But it seems Azul was right about questioning your culinary abilities.... Its kind of charred around the edges too, not a lot but to someone who's skilled at cooking its hard to not notice.

"Its burnt!" Azul laughs light heartily even though he still takes a bite.

"Yeah well its made with love, not skill," you reply sarcastically. As he eats his fill he makes comments about how he wants to avoid getting chubby, which you quickly dismiss saying you'd love him however he looked. To be completely honest he practically melts into your side on the couch. Its cute how shy he gets with this, and he seems to be leaning in more to your touch more.

Idk how to end this so HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!!! I hope you enjoyed and I'll finish the other ones soon!!

-✨👀

Happy Valentine's Day (late, sorry baby I got busy yesterday until night time)

This is so cute! I love it! Food is def my love language, so I would love cooking a meal for Azul!! It's such an intimate thing to hand feed your partner...Azulito let me feed you 😭

Thank you for the gift my love! I appreciate it! Maybe in the future I can write a series on food as a love language with the twst cast!

#mochi asks #twst #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #✨👀 anon

[sas-afras]

ramblin about shit

as bittersweet as it is to say i don’t think id ever want to return to making sas/smn, or at least not the way i was doing it back in 2017.

i was, as you all know, an extremely extremely lonely kid with a shit home life. posting my art on tumblr was my Only outlet, and i threw myself into it as hard as you’d expect. i stuck with sas way longer than id ever done with other art projects because of that, especially without any breaks and that was utterly miserable. it contributed to multiple severe burnouts!!

when i’m Not dangerously starved of positive attention i prefer to draw whatever stuff takes my interest and flip between different projects as the urge hits. along with that i love to experiment with my art, learning new techniques and styles and workflows… drawing the same thing in the same way over and over again with no break gives me hives now, and i actually have adhd medication!! like dont get me wrong, working on sas was amazing and there is very little about that experience i would change, but my god i did not know how badly it burnt me out at the time. shit was miserable— and my dumb little alexithymic ass didn’t even understand why 😭

but i felt like i Had to keep at it, because the attention i was getting out of posting it online was, as i said, my only outlet. people liked sas, and posting other stuff didn’t get me the attention i needed, so… that was it. my relationship with Gaining Fandom Popularity was nottttt healthy lmao but what can you do

i’m happy to say now that i’m in a way better place, both mentally and Literally, and have the freedom to just kinda fuck around and do whatever for my personal art. not having a (self imposed!!!) timer for when i have to Get The Content Out has improved my relationship with making art AND my understanding of what i need as a creative

but that exact lack of structure that i Need to not go completely insane (fucking around style wise, taking six month breaks from projects to goof off on other shit, etc) is kind of antithetical to The Webcomic Environment. its almost antithetical to the Me Finishing A Single Gotdam Thing environment but i prommy i make it work lmao

but yeah. all that 2 say. even though i am currently having a Penn Moment and regaining my love for fo4, i shrimply do not think sas is gonna come back the way it once was. if anything id draw all of it in private and post everything at once after it’s done, but i dont really feel the urge at the moment. im just havin fun, bein goofy, etc.

anyways if you’re an OG from the me-actually-posting-comic-pages days, i love you. thanks for sticking around even after that dried up lol. kiss

#not art #if anyone responds to this saying i just don’t have discipline… maybe you’re right! #but i think enjoying yourself as a creative is (sometimes) a little more important than having discipline #i’m only just learning how to enjoy myself. everything else can wait until later

[browniefox]

Do you have some feel good submas fics? Im feeling kinda burnt out from work and life :c

Unfortunately, I actually don't read much submas fics - mixture of not wanting to lose sight of my portrayal of the boys and trying to get my finals down in time.

However, might I offer you this?

oOo

"Do you think we'll get bored of it?"

The station was quiet. The hours that trains were running started early and went late into the night, but there was till a moment of respite for the trains, where they sat at the station, unmoving and silent for hours. It wasn't completely deserted - there was staff checking over the trains, and giving them a thorough cleaning, and then cleaning the station itself as well. But for the moment, it was just Ingo and Emmet, sitting on the steps and looking out at the station.

Ingo, who had spoken, was making slow progress through a strawberry-flavored mochi ice cream, so slow that the ice cream was starting to melt inside of the mochi. Emmet had finished his matcha-flavored one a minute ago and had leaned back on the stairs, which couldn't have possibly been comfortable. Emmet's white and red coat wasn't on the steps like the man himself, but slung over the hand rail that ran down the stairs. Ingo had always liked black more than white, and he was never more glad of that fact than now; in the past week, Emmet had had to clean his coat no less than three times, and the stain from a poison attack that had gotten too close for comfort coud still be seen on one of the sleeves, if you knew what you were looking for. At this point, it might be worth it to have multiples, Ingo mused. He'd have to ask Elesa about it. She seemed friendly enough with Emmet when she'd helped them get these original uniforms, and Ingo would be spending a lot more time in Nimbasa now, so an excuse to possibly know her better might do well.

"We are not bored yet," Emmet replied and sat up. His hat had fallen off. The hats weren't much different than the green uniforms they'd worn before, but Ingo still swore they sat different and strange. he couldn't stop fidgeting with it, and right now it was sitting next to him.

"But we may find is a longer and less interesting transit than we previously expected," Ingo hummed.

"We will not." Emmet sounded so positive that it was hard not to believe him. Ingo took another bite of his strawberry mochi ice cream.

"We could," Ingo still replied anyway.

That wasn't to say that Ingo hadn't had a good week, that it hadn't been intersting, and full of surprises, and some confusion as well as the whole 'Battle Subway' system was introduced and all. Oh, there had been more than their fair share of hiccups, and likely to be more next week.

"I am Emmet. You are Ingo. And we love battling more than anything. It will not get boring," Emmet insisted.

Ingo yawned, feeling sleep dragging at him, and then, at last, stood up. His legs made a popping sound, and Ingo grumbled at that. he was far too young to have bad knees, but maybe that's what he got for running around battling so much. He still wasn't used to how rarely he smelled smoke these days, his time at the Fire Gym still more real than working full-time at the station, and now with a shiny new title to go with it. Did Emmet keenly miss the constant static of electricty from the Electric Gym?

The thing was, Ingo could see himself doing this forever. He'd had more fun with this team than he'd ever had at the Fire Gym, and it felt like the fresh excitement of battle was screaming through his veins again. And Ingo didn't want to do it with anybody else. Getting from the Singles to the Doubles train was complicated, and only one trainer had actually made it to the 50th consecutive so far, but battling along side Emmet, living their dream together... it was everything.

Ingo didn't voice any of that out loud, instead stretching upwards and then finally eating the last of his strawberry mochi ice cream.

"We shoudl also shut down for repairs," Ingo said, and after a moemnt Emmet popped to his feet.

"Yes. Tomorrow is another big day!"

#browniefox speaks #ask #asks #anon #submas #emmet #ingo #pokemon #pkmn #fanfiction #browniefox writes #fanfic

[gffa]

hi sunshine

(cont.) enjoy what we find ourselves liking without getting hate and being proclaimed horrible people?? personally, i really enjoy their dynamic so much, beyond the romance, bc there’s so much there and i think there’s no one who better understands them than each other and god knows no one sane ships them when anakin’s a /child/ but !!!! the hate!!! it just gets overwhelming sometimes and makes me wonder idk i kinda went off on a rampage thank u for listening i hope u have a great day

Hello, dear!  A lot of this depends on how the person being asked feels versus the intention behind the ask versus what’s a good faith or bad faith discussion.  If it’s a bad faith discussion–ie, if the person asking is only there to be an asshole, who isn’t really interested in your answer–my response is pretty much, “[posts a gif of the elevator scene] YEAH I DON’T KNOW WHERE I GET THAT IDEA FROM.” because they’re not looking for an answer and I don’t need to justify one.But if someone is looking for an honest answer and is genuinely open to listening to others (which can be very hard to determine sometimes!) then I would say that, FIRST OF ALL, they’re fictional characters and we’re here to have fun, it’s not that serious.  Nobody deserves hate for which fictional characters they ship!SECOND, they’re adults and we actually get to see them age out of the Master/Padawan relationship.  We get to see Obi-Wan respect Anakin’s boundaries.  We get to see them interact as peers and best friends, rather than only just as teacher/student.  We see that dynamic right in front of us and so saying that they can never be shipped because Obi-Wan was his teacher deliberately ignores that Anakin SURE FEELS JUST FINE SPEAKING  UP WHENEVER HE WANTS.  It’s fine if someone doesn’t want to ship the two of them for themselves because of this!  If someone out there feels, oh, they were teacher and student or feels that they can only see the two as father and son, those are perfectly valid interpretations for those people!  They are just as right as someone who ships Obi-Wan and Anakin!Shipping fictional characters is about us, not about the idea that Obi-Wan and Anakin are real people, and that means exploring the aspects of them that we are interested in and speak to us.  That’s the ultimate point of anything in fiction–to make us feel things, to make us think about things, to give us tools to examine ourselves individually, to explore ideas in a place that’s not the real world, to give us something that satisfies us, to just have fun with.  And if that means you want to explore some fluffy Obikin smooching fic or kinky sexy fic or wrenching heartache fic or fixing all the problems of the GFFA fic, that is what fiction is for.But what you’re asking about is people who give others shit about what they like and, honestly, the real truth is that you’re probably never going to be able to convince them.  George Lucas or Dave Filoni themselves could come knock on our doors and tell us Obi-Wan/Anakin romantic feelings were canon and many antis would still be angry about it and say how wrong it is and hate on anyone who shipped them.  You cannot convince other people who don’t actually want to change their minds, there’s no magic combination to unlock what some have already decided is inherently wrong.  We can only decide for ourselves what we like and what we want to interact with others on.I can quote a dozen moments from the movies, tv shows, books, comics, games, and interviews that put Obikin in a romantic light, there’s no shortage of stuff that lends itself to them as a pairing!  I can (and probably have orz) write multiple essays on how so much of the galaxy’s fate is founded on Anakin’s relationship with Obi-Wan!  I can write more essays about their dynamic, how they really know each other better than anyone, that that’s the whole point of that fight in ROTS, that nobody knows these two as well as each other, that Obi-Wan has loved many people, but Anakin has always been the great love of his life, that Anakin’s choices hurt because of what they do to Obi-Wan just as much as what they do to Padme and Luke and Leia.  That they have defined each others’ lives!But it’s never going to matter to someone who doesn’t want to see them as a valid choice for someone else. And you have to decide for yourself if you want to continue being around those friends, if they’ll still be your friends if you talk publicly about what you like, or if you need to make a separate blog to interact with fans or even just lurk quietly in Obikin fandom.  All of those options are fine for what you yourself need!  If you feel you can’t openly join us, I’m sorry to not be able to interact with you, but I understand!  If you come to us under a different blog name, WELCOME!  If you openly join us, there’s a lot of really fun stuff going on around here, I hope you have fun with  us!!  And, honestly, I find that Obikin hate isn’t nearly as bad as it sometimes seems–maybe it’s just because I’ve blocked the worst people or because I don’t read people who hate it, but I almost never see it and I almost never get any anons telling me horrible things for it.  It might be different where you are and I don’t know the people you hang out with, they might give you hate for it.  But just generally hanging out in this corner, I don’t see much of it anymore!And I’m very, very much with you.  One of the reasons I ship them so hard is because I love their dynamic beyond just wanting them to smooch–honestly, my very favorite fic in this fandom is one where they aren’t even meant to be a pairing, but instead it nails the dynamic between them so well that I don’t care I JUST WANT THEM TO BE TOGETHER, I JUST WANT THEM TO BE IN EACH OTHERS’ LIVES.I love them because they know each other better than anyone, because they run the gamut of dynamics, that they can be cute and happy and hilarious but they can also be angry and heartbreaking and hurtful.  I am a sucker for pairings that explore a whole array of what’s between two characters, from happy to sad, from hilarious to heartbreaking, and Obikin has that in spades.  I’m also a sucker for pairings that have wildly great chemistry, which they do in everything I have ever seen them in, they always spark off each other and they have all these delicious issues to explore, there’s such incredible love there that can never be burnt all the way down, no matter how hard Anakin tries, and sometimes that means I want to explore Anakin’s d/s kink and sometimes that means I just want time travel fluffy fix it fic where they never even smooch and EVERYTHING IN BETWEEN.  ♥__♥

#obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #obikin #meta #anonymous

[cutegirlmayra]

Upon popular request...

(x) A ‘sort-of’ sequel to this prompt... :) (x) Continued. :Dc

(x) Used with special permission from the artist! Please support her as well :)

Prompt:

“This is the end of your foolish notions, Amy.. Rose... I refuse to let something so trivial stand in my perfect way...”

Having fought off Sonic, Infinite’s glitchy, faded silhouettes from every dimension or alternate reality’s heads all turned to her.

He began to walk forward as they disappeared... one.. by one.. till their universe was the only one left.

Sonic struggled on the ground, gripping some dirt in his hands before straining himself to get up.

“A-Amy... Run!” he cried out, getting to his feet and dashing to Infinite.

Suddenly, Amy watched in amazement as multiple, faded Sonics from all different dimensions, times, and space within countless universe’s appeared doing different tactics.

Her universe’s Sonic and Infinite fought, but the others were being defeated.

“You can’t possibly hope to win.” he purposefully emphasised ‘hope’ for Amy’s sake, and then slashed his hand through the air to send a red flare to Sonic, like a ray of light that shot him down and knocked him on his back again.

“Offph!..ugh...” he let his leg fall, but his hand came to his stomach and his head turned.

He wasn’t doing so hot..

“Sonic..” Amy’s eyes shook in worry, before Infinite turned his attention once again to her.

“Every possibility.. from every,.. different dimension.. has led to you dying, Amy Rose.” he lifted his hand up, for some reason, seeming stuck or even obsessed on proving her wrong.

“And you called me limited.” he swished his tail back, his eye closing as he turned to the ground, almost motioning his hand back...

She looked to Sonic, who slowly got up, but was panting... with his eyes... he was telling her to get out of here.

She pressed her lips together, anxious to say something, but gasped again when she saw him swing himself back from mocking her.

“Hahaha.. Some hero. You will die this day.. this time.. Amy Rose. As you have always done.” he swished his tail, narrowing his eyes. “Love cannot save you... in any possible future created...”

Amy’s eyes shrunk as she started to back away, his hand moving up as he crushed it into a fist.

His eyes were full of fire... death looked pretty certain in those blazing red eyes.. the yellow irises pierced into her and for a second..

She trembled in fear of cold, death.

“Now then... as i exists in every outcome of this fate... I shall not miss the mark..” he threw his hand back, charging it up as Sonic got onto his knee, still weary- but giving Amy a cue...

He nodded.

He wasn’t going to give up so easily..

His fists came up and she nodded back,...

Then she ran.

“Hmph!” He threw the beam out, but Sonic ran and gripped it with his hand, skimming to a halt and holding his wrist.

“AHH!” he hissed at the steam he saw from his now burnt palm, and turned to Infinte.

                              “Well... Erk... that’s one possibility down.”

Infinite tsk’ed.

He powered through the air and slammed into Sonic.

“Interfere all you want,... but this is one fate you’ll be sorely disappointed in...” he moved a hand over his mask, as suddenly his eyes widened and his ego grew enraged when Amy’s voice spoke up again.

“If you’ve seen every possiblity.. then you have to know- Love has no bounds, and Hope can’t be defeated! Give up, Infinite! Why do you want to merge all universes into such a ugly world... to just destroy it all and end everything?”

“GRR...I’m so sick of your voice!” he went to charge her but Sonic’s shadowed possibilities came back-

One jumped on his head, but a faded Infinite turned around and hit him off. Another tried to hit him from the side, a powerful kick, but Infinite’s possibility tail whipped him away, sending him flying.

Multiple attempts at saving Amy.. and failing miserably...

“I am all... and I am one.” Infinite rose his arms, and the cubes suddenly glitched into reality, and this world’s Sonic was pushed back by them.

“NO!” he cried out, seeing all his other attempts through time and space failing as well.

“AMY!” for the first time, Amy heard pure fear in Sonic’s voice. Worry couldn’t even describe that pitch that came from him calling out her name.

She ran faster, but couldn’t help and turn back to check on Sonic.

However, when she realized Infinite was gaining on her at extreme speeds; she ducked into the alleyways of the ruined cityscape and kept weaving through them.

She wanted to look back.. as all of a sudden there was a ghost version of one future, where she turned to look back, and a beam shot into her face.

“AHH!” Amy shrieked, seeing that future fade and disappear as a cube took it’s place.

“No where to run... from whatever path you choose... I will know where it ends.”

Infinite’s eye shot open with a powerful, sharp stare.

He threw his hand out.

“Now,.. you die!”

“Wrong!”

Amy jumped!

Having faith that Sonic could still save her, she looked below her and saw the other Amys of different outcomes turning left or right, only to be hit; but Infinite, even in his vastness of presence in all universes, skidded to a halt as he had-

Missed?

His eye twitched.

“What..?” he looked up.

Amy glared down.

In a split-second... Sonic had shot from the ground and grabbed her torso, racing away as Amy clung to his head, looking back to Infinte and smiling gleefully.

She had stunned Infinite.

“This is not the dimension where I die!” she cried out.

He lifted a shaky hand to his eye.. “I..Im.. Impossible..”

With every bit of air left in her, she threw her head up, and shot it down- belting the words she truly believed in with all her heart...

                  “This is the dimension.. where you realize you lose!”

He roared, an animalistic cry that broke sound and sent a shock-wave through the area.

It was like it was painful for him to confess it...

He threw his head back down, unarching his back.

“So long as the dimensions are fused as one... I will track your scent down... and I will prove to you that there is nothing you can do to stop- INFINITE!” he shot his arms out, as cubes covered the walls and flooded the open areas...

Searching...

Sonic, in his apparent fright and desperation, rolled out of a townsquare’s clearing and bashed himself against a wall.

He laid there.. heavily breathing.. his eyes scanning for life...

Amy immediately shook her head, before turning back and placing her hands lovingly on the sides of his face, realizing he was panicking.

“Sonic.. Sonic? I’m here. I’m alright. You have to believe me, Sonic. This is not the world where I die! This is the one we’ll beat him in!” she pleaded for him to snap out of it, and he closed his eyes.

Relieved she was unharmed, he placed a hand to one side of his face that wasn’t facing the ground, and held it a moment before Infinite came flying in, with his cascade of red cubes...

There sound was like pixels forming in trinkles upon a screen... and they glitched all around him like waterdroplets...

“If you choose to believe that... then you really are fools.” he shifted his clawed fingers out, rolling them before rotating his wrist and spreading his arms out, a leg up slightly in the air as he powered his cubes around him in the air.

They glowed at the strength he provided for them.

Sonic got up, helping Amy to her feet and moving her behind him, a protective hand out, as he gasped for sane air and a calm thoughts...

“Would you like to see..” Infinite tilted his head, “All of the ways you die..? Sonic?”

Again, Sonic flinched a little with his arms moving out and back, and his head swishing around at all the hims that appeared in see-through form.

They charged Infinite in different and numberless ways, all falling under the cubes firing endless bullets to each one.

When they fell, or were shot, or hit down by Infinite’s possibilities flying out around him, they disappeared in glitchy squares around them.

Sonic kept looking around... realizing they never quit..

“Sonic.” Amy put a hand on his shoulder.

He looked back at her, kinda shaken up by seeing him die so many times, in so many ways...

He nodded to her, and looked forward.

“Amy..?”

Her eyes grew concerned, trying to look over his shoulder and hear him better from behind.

“...I can watch myself lose... over and over again... but..” 

He lowered his head.

“..I can’t stand to see you die... because of me.”

She held her breath.

“Amy.. promise you won’t think less of me..”

His fists clenched tightly together.

She nodded, “You could never be a coward to me, Sonic. Turning tail and running for my sake.. would be the bravest thing you could ever do for me.” her eyes bent back, she truly meant it.

Her heart was breaking at all the times she witnessed him dying too, and if anything could save both their lies..

It’s Sonic letting go of his pride.

“Now... come and meet BOTH you’re fates..!” Infinite jerked himself forward, ready...

Sonic slowly lifted his head up, a fierce glare.

“That’s a battle-...

                                     For another day...”

Sonic turned and quickly grabbed Amy, darting out of the city as Infinite’s eye scanned the area, amazed as the blue lightening faded from his eye, and the possibility disappeared one by one..

“No.. No this can’t be..” he watched as this universe began to shift... and he gripped his mask, the pain soaring through him of another life of suffering- before he ever got it right...

                                                “NOOO!!!!!”

She had proven herself right..

                                                  For now..

Sonic darted into the woods, safe in teh darkness of the day that soon crept in- before placing Amy down.

He moved away from her, overcome with feeling as though he had backed out- but not wanting to risk losing Amy..

“We did it, Sonic.. we really did it!” Amy, unnoticing his distress for a moment, joyfully looked to her hands, and then cheered, turning to him. “We foiled Infinite!”

Sonic, still breathing a bit loudly, panted and turned to look sorrowfully over his shoulder to her, before turning away once again.

Her excitement at their triumphant seemed to melt away at seeing his expression.. and slowly moved over to him.

“Sonic..? What’s wrong?”

“..I would never normally ask this of you Amy..”

His voice grew grave.

Amy’s eyes started to shake, turning glossy...

“Don’t do this...” she breathed out, realizing he-

“But you can’t follow me into battle this time... for now,.. just not yet.” he squinted his eyes shut and shook his head.

“Sonic..” she pushed a hand to her chest.... feeling her heart start breaking into thousands of pieces.

“You have to believe me Sonic.. you have to believe that this is the universe where we stop Infinite! Where everyone lives!”

“I can’t risk you dying, Amy!” he threw himself around, his eyes intense, shutting her up almost at once.

He calmed down for a moment, and in shame at yelling to her, he looked away and hung his head to the side.

His eyes scanned the ground before he locked them shut to worry, and moved back towards her... “Amy...” he extended his arms to the side of himself, leaning forward.

“It’s for the best...”

She turned her head away from him.

“I.. I don’t care if you push me away...” she admitted, but her fist shook violently to her side. “But to not believe me.. to not trust me.. I COULD DIE A THOUSAND DEATHS- IN A THOUSAND DIFFERENT WAYS- AND STILL NOT FEAR BEING IN LOVE WITH YOU!”

She threw her hand out, as he stepped back, shocked by her words.

“I wouldn’t care if every time I did... I was put in harms way. I would still love you, Sonic The Hedgehog! That’s why Infinite can’t win! It’s because I will never doubt that! That I would never quit following you, or remaining by your side, so long as I breath I-!” She threw her head up from her declarations as Sonic’s face grew stone-like... his mouth forming into a conflicted frown as he tried desperately to be firmer than before.

“Please..” he lowered his voice,... forcing her to quiet down to hear him.

It completely silenced her, as she bent her ears back and hunched down slight, moving away; timidly...

His eyes shone with the threat of his own feelings pouring out in tears... but he never shed one- not a single drop.

He stood firmly, straightening himself out as he took a breath and held his peace.

“Stay away from me, Amy... At least until this war is won.”

Her mouth hung open as she gripped her arms up by the crook of her neck.

She lowered her head and started softly crying..

He couldn’t hold fast to the faith she had...

He couldn’t truly... believe in that kind of love.. or at least.. in her yet.

He seemed to want to comfort her, but turned his head away. His outstretched arms were now pulled forcefully in.

“I-.. I’ll go.” With her gaping mouth, she was able to get the words she wanted out right.

She stepped away, slowly... as if cowering to the fact that he was rejecting her.

“...But only because I know you’re doing this to protect me.. and hopefully..” she lifted her head up, as if every bit of her being was left on this one.. last line...

“That it’s out of love.”

He said nothing, but refused to look at her. Standing firm, he closed his cruel eyes that betrayed him as he frowned and let the tension from his shoudlers go as she ran off.

“Amy...” he turned back to look at her racing away, his eyes longing for one last look...

“I just can’t risk losing you.” he shook his head and took off, regretting every minute of what he had just done..

The guilt lasted for quite some time..

Even as many more fights were won, he would look up...

And see her standing on a hill.

Shyly, she would look up in sorrowful pain, and wave.

He only watched the action... before seeing her ears bend back in humble surrender to his request, and start to walk backwards down the hill, lowering herself out of sight..

One day, she raced to the woods and swung herself behind a tree, gripping her heart at the ache of not being able to praise him, to embrace him, to declare how much she missed him and that she was glad he was safe...

“Such agony...”

She gasped and tried to run but from the shadows... Infinite looped a strong, tight hand around her mouth so she couldn’t scream.. another around her waist.

Pulling her towards him, she was immobilized but tried to fight back, her muffled shouts only made it more pleasurable for Infinite to grip her body into absolute submission.

He moved his mask’s sharp end into her neck, taking in the scent he had tracked for so.. so long.. but couldn’t trace out with the others in the battlefield.

“At long last..” he lightly spoke, as Amy felt herself gasping for air and numbness coming from her limps at his tight, animalistic hold on her.

“I’ve been waiting to prove you wrong..” he laughed, chuckling as he moved the knife like edge away from her neck and then lifted her into the air.

Her eyes were starting to go black from suffocation...

“Sometimes..” he almost purred in a dark, husky voice..

His eyes narrowed as he felt her body going lame in his grasps..

“One creates his fate... by trying to prevent it.”

“Ah..” she moaned her last breath, losing consciousness before he freed her.

He let her body drape over the side of his arm, and stared at it...

She began to gently breath again, and he looked to all the possibilities around him that let her die; dropping cold the lifeless body beneath him and then taking off.

But he held the still breathing body on his arm.. and stared at it.

Hovering up and down in slight movements... his tail swished to keep balance as her body seemed to roll off his arm, and he caught it.

“...Perhaps... there is more than just death that awaits you..” his pondering led him to a new idea.. one that could ensure Sonic’s destruction, the war’s end, and the world’s successful merge towards it’s doom once and for all...

Remembering how Sonic usually held Amy, he moved her bridal style, and once again, just seemed to be stuck in the moment with her..

He tilted her head towards him, looking at her fainted face... and watched as she breathed gently in her sleep..

“...Hmph... Hope and...” he stopped himself.

“...love...” he saw her head slowly, through gravity, roll back and fall.

He moved his arm and shoulder to bring it up by his face again... keeping her there.

He moved his eye up her frame, “Maybe... there is more to learn about this... Eternity... you speak of.” he looked to the moon in the sky, and seemed suck in it’s light.

“Why kill what I could learn from.. so that I may more fully understand it...” he turned sharply back to her, “And kill it quicker- Again!”

He then soared through the sky.

Faking Amy’s death, he let Sonic watch as Amy’s downed body disappear in a mist of cubes.

“NOO!” Sonic raced forward but was too late to even reach her before the cubes left nothing in their wake.

“She’s gone, Sonic.” Infinite rose in the air, “I’ve erased her from this existence. Soon,.. you’ll barely remember her name.”

Sonic fell to his knees. “Amy...” he slowly twitched his hands to his head.

Infinite looked away, ahead of him.

“Finish the job.” he stated to Shadow, and darted up.

Shadow watched him, confused why he was putting on this show...

Infinite, once out of sight, drew back the form of flowing cubes, opening them up to reveal a perfectly unharmed Amy Rose.

He let his clawed hand skim over her head a moment.

“Hahaha... Even in a world where you still abound... he can’t have you now...” his eye locked in a gleeful evil, before turning in shock to see Tails above; leaning over the side of a building’s rooftop.

“Amy..!” he lightly breathed out, whispering- before seeing Infinite glare his way.

“Uh oh.” Tails took off, as Infinite summoned Chaos, who glitched out of a drain, his body halfway out before looking to where Infinite’s hand gestured out and pointed too.

“Stop him! Don’t let him live to breath the tale!”

Chaos obeyed and scaled the building like a backwards river- going to hunt for Tails...

(that’s the end :)c you like? Amy kinda is changing Infinite.. but again, was it for the better or for worst? Since he clearly could care less about preserving the world or it’s universes lol. Up to you~)

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