#maybe future fic thing. maybe Not

[payasita]

two-step

#cult of the lamb #cotl #narilamb #doodles #maybe future fic thing. maybe Not #dancings equally fun to write as it is to draw #its like 'OH THANK GOD. YOURE BOTH CONSTANTLY MOVING. I CAN NATURALLY BREAK UP THE DIALOGUE ON THE FIRST PASS' #pink be upon ye

[nixoon-again]

i have so many thought about tails growing up. like sonic gets more like tails, tails gets more like sonic in a way but worse.

sonic learns how to show more affection through words and actions, where he didn't know what how to deal with his emotions and buried them deep for no one to see, he learns to be more open and grows as a person who wants to be here with his friends and family, and learns to share his worries with his family too.

while tails — raised by an 11 year old who didn't talk much, didn't stick around for long, didn't like long hugs, felt trapped in too many people, hated being stuck in one place, wanted nothing but the fresh air in his quills away and alone yet so selflessly helping everyone he can — grows into a person who doesn't really know if his emotions even matter or what he should do with them. he doesn't want to cry, he doesn't want to be seen crying, he doesn't want anyone near him in his more vulnerable moments. he loathes the idea. he questions himself every night whether he actually loves his friends and family or whether they love him or are they just being nice for the sake of an unlovable kid. it's drifting them apart, it snowballs from the solo adventure tails was so excited to go on. he doesn't know how long that adventure is going to be or should it even be called an adventure because really its just him running away from the people whose presence is starting to suffocate him, he doesn't know if its the idea of hugs and "I missed you"s and celebrations that makes him want to run or his inability to handle his own emotions anymore. he's not fond of physical contact, he would rather not use his voice, he doesn't want to stay here anymore, there's an itch within him to get away, get away, get away.

but he can't. that's not who he is. so he returns and suffocates.

sonic tries to surprise him one night after a successful project by making dinner. he welcomes the fox, now taller than him, with open arms and a warm smile. tails looks at him, knows sonic is offering the hug this time for no reason but simply because he can — and where a certain 8 year old would've been ecstatic at the sight and would've ran into his brother's arms and wouldn't have let go, now is a different story. tails doesn't know what to do. he looks lost, none of his seemingly infinite knowledge helps him in that moment.

sonic notices the distress and asks if everything is okay but tails, having heard it so many times in his life, simply says "nothing. you worry too much."

tails barely touches the food, neither of them talk, he doesn't sleep. its 1:34 am. he gets the tornado and leaves.

sonic waits because regardless of everything, tails always comes back.

#sonic the hedgehog #miles tails prower #working on thta future fic got me feeling things again #anyway. sorry for rambling #maybe one day I'll compile this into a nice lil fic

[zensations35]

Off-Air (Alas/tor)

Stuck in bed for days, watched this show twice. Wrote a quickie drabble of my super bae (spoiler, I usually pick the ace character to mess with bc relate) so, here's our resident asshole Radio Demon being a little shit with some snz--anywayhereyougoenjoy!

Alastor was taking a stroll. Just a stroll. Leisurely. Perfectly natural. It just happened to route him to VoxTek. Coincidence, of course. Of course. 

He grins up at the jutting, gaudy building--nothing like the unobtrusive yet classier radio tower he himself owns--and enters.

The demon workers attempt to stop him. Or, he supposes, they would, were they not so taken with such scandal--all gaping mouths and stretched jaws. Tactless. 

He cruises on, not breaking stride, even as his curling smile fuzzes the monitors as he passes.

As expected, Vox cannot restrain himself enough to wait patiently for his arrival. Vox storms onto the second floor, grainy white noise snowing his screen. The attempt to surprise Alastor fails, as the much less cranky of the two reclines on one of the dime-a-dozen roller ball chairs, his lips forming a perfect V in a way only a demon’s lips can. 

“What the electric fuck are you doing here?” Vox spits, his decibels rising feverishly.

Alastor sprouts from the chair and languidly flows around the room as if inspecting it. He hums, the amplitude of his voice slightly distorted. “You could do with better maintenance, my good fellow.”

Vox's left antennae twitches in annoyance. He pulses a reverb of angry signals. “Always. With. The Damn. Insults.”

Alastor ignores him. “I had an idea that might interest you,” the radio demon trills. 

“If you’re here to make a deal, fucking forget it. Get the fuck out of my office,” Vox jabs an electric blue thumb over his shoulder. 

Alastor glides along the edge of a desk, tutting disappointedly, his sleek clawed fingers skating across the cool surface before rubbing them together with a staticky cluck of his tongue.

“Such filth,” he rolls his fingers as if coaxing a spark to life.

“What’s it to you? I didn’t invite you, and it’s my--”

“You know,” Alastor shorts out his sentence mutely, “I was once quite riddled with a fierce dust allergy.” He turns a bemused expression, finally meeting the screen’s gaze. “It was rather…” he taps his daggerlike teeth with a red-tipped pinky, “capricious.”

Vox scoffs, but he visibly stiffens, fists curling, “You wouldn’t. You’re not even…”

Alastor snakes a sharp finger under his nose, head tilting to the side impishly, “One never truly knows when…hhh--!”  his pitch jumps, throat buzzing as it leaps into the speakers on the desks, the walls. A whine sings from the hallway, piercing a dozen ears. 

“HZZT-!” Another deep hitch stretches the limits of the bandwidth before the decibels crank higher. “H’pT٨ـZz٨ـzZT٨ـﮩ!” 

A violent pop and two of the speakers in the room begin emitting smoke. All the screens flare blue, code running in a tizzy. Vox spins his head in a 360, eyes flashing red with rage.

“You mother--!!”

“My deepest apologies,” Alastor clutches his cane to his chest, giving his nose a coy knuckle rub and a staticky sniffle. “Such a shame,” he tsks. 

Before Vox can demand it, Alastor picks up his heels, spinning the cane and strolling toward the door. “Perhaps I should return when you have upgraded to more…ah…durable equipment.” 

He saunters toward the elevator, lazily waving the back of his hand. “Ta~”

Vox’s eye glitches, his teeth all fangs. “I. Fucking. Hate him.”

There is no venom quite like lies.

And no art like deceit. 

#um #i spent an embarassing amount of time trying to get that lil text thing to work #the zappy thing #u kno u kno #was it worth 5 hours of failed html research and then a 30 minute workaround? MAYBE #i know there's prob a lot of content for this show and feelings are mixed for al/astor in general but WOOOF i cannNOT help myself #a snarky dapper ace redhead just SLAMS so many buttons for me STOPPPP #and i get to use my AUDIO KNOWLEDGE CMON YALL #yall know what to expect by now #very likely future multi chapter fic in the future #ya know when i have that mysterious energy i keep hearing about #snz #snz fic #ala/stor #haz/bin hotel #snzfic #allergies #dust allergy #hazbin snz #snz kink #zen fanfic #zen fic #radio demon

[the-stove-is-divorced]

Remembering I can draw fanart for my own fics, SO BEHOLD! The most mentally sound halves of a fusion imaginable! Technically a redraw of art I did way earlier for the same fic! Flexing my art muscles and thinking about these two is good for the soul. Love them. Bastards to write though. I can't wait to write them fused back together, but we're not here yet and it's AGONY.

#fanart for me #because it's mine haha #steven universe #my fics #steven universe future #steven universe fanart #pink steven #unfortunately steven 2.0 does not have pretty pink rose curls (just yet maybe ???) #we will see if that happens sooner or later #sometimes when you cant write cause u brain is mush you draw instead and that's just the honest truth of this world #i literally forget i can draw art for my own fics #I do not know why #steven universe au #i mean yeah technically steven unfuses in future au #as someone described it “steven if he was 2% more fucked up” #also ty for the bookmark that says “Plz this story has me feeling things I didn't know I could feel” devolve where ever u are #AND I WILL DESIGN STEVEN BACK TOGETHER CAUSE HE'S GONNA LOOK A LIL DIFF HEHE #lovingly been calling him steven 3.0 lol

[pippuns]

you know i am absolutely delighted by disciples era au. like, for the liushen potential, obviously, but i also can't stop thinking about a situation where sqq spends all of his free time trying to get evidence on sqh being a traitor, while sqh is frantically wondering wtf he did to piss sqq off so bad, because he certainly didn't write sqq having a huge grudge against the original goods!!

and eventually sqq does get definitive proof of sqh's traitorous behavior, only for sqq to discover that sqh is also a transmigrater. probably through sqh doing a harebrained scheme of trying to buy sqq's silence by offering to tell him his future.

and because sqh is a fellow transmigrator (even if he is annoying), sqq has to do a frantic dash to cover for sqh's misdeeds before sqq outs him even more than he already has. he bitches out sqh the entire time as he does this because he COULD have been reading the new installment of whatever fiction came out of xian shu this entire time but nooooooo, he had to waste all of his time chasing after this stupid author who isn't even a good spy and is APPARENTLY just doing the spy work to get some demon ass!! what kind of plotline is this?? of course it came out of the author who gave him the garbage he's stuck living in.

the funny thing is, this is actually what does convince people that sqh is a traitor. because sqq has been talking about his suspicions regarding sqh to the other future peak lords (chief among them being lqg, who obviously believed sqq immediately and has been his accomplice to this point), the complete 180 sqq does from trying to convince everyone that sqh is a rat, to him -- seemingly out of nowhere -- covering for sqh and spending all this time with him and talking in code (modern slang) with him, when everyone knows that sqq HATES sqh is soooooooooo sus.

in other words, everyone is now convinced that sqh is blackmailing sqq, because sqq actually found something to prove sqh's guilt.

and this results in a frantic quest from his friends (the other future peak lords) to try and find out what sqh is using to blackmail sqq so they can get rid of it. this does not go unnoticed by sqh, who demands that sqq fix the mess he got sqh into, and sqq tells him to fix it himself because he's the one stupid enough to become a spy to get some demon ass (which sqh points out is a gross inaccuracy of the situation, he hasn't gotten one iota of ass, not even a glimpse, do you know how difficult it is to pull that off in demon society which might as well not believe in the existence of clothes).

then system shows up and threatens immense bodily harm to them both if sqh is caught by the sect this early. so what are they supposed to do but begrudgingly work together to save sqh's ass so he can get some demon ass.

#i have sooooo many more thoughts btw but this is getting long so maybe i'll make a post in the future. if i remember to. #the tl;dr of this whole thing is that it's my insane (platonic) cumplane disciples era road trip au. because uh. #system said that they couldnt get caught by cang qiong. not that they couldn't leave it. and sqh is a spy at the end of the day. #and when there are people more competent than sqq looking into it they did find evidence LOL #sqh has not been a spy for very long at this point and it shows #i'd write this as a fic but if i did it'd end up long as fuck with maybe too much world building and i dont think i have the time for that. #disciples era au #svsss #pip speaks #long post

[astaraels]

why do people think Yevgeny wasn't Mickey's son? in 3x06 there was clearly no condom used (not that Terry probably would have let Svetlana stop to get one), but there's no reason to think she wasn't using condoms with her regular clients. it's not Svetlana's fault that she was a tool used to rape Mickey—the sole blame for everything that happens in that entire situation belongs to Terry Milkovich and him alone—so why does it feel like it's just another way for people to shit on Svetlana for something that wasn't in her control? it's not as though she'd asked to get pregnant in the first place...

#stop giving svetlana shit just because terry was one of her clients—between him and sasha do you really think she had a chance to say no? #her attitude towards mickey is s4 is very easy to understand when you think about the fact that a) she's his age or maybe a year older #b) she is a person who knows she has to take what life gives her and make the best of bad situations #c) her entire future rests (so she thinks) on her and mickey making their marriage work and he was absorbed in ian (which the audience gets #but svet has no context for) and thus her feeling threatened is very understandable because mickey also won't stand up to his father #so yeah of course svet is gonna see terry as the one person who will put things the way they're supposed to be #but! it's after mickey comes out and he and ian fight everyone in the bar that she realizes mickey could be an ally to her #and she extends a hand in friendship because they're both stuck in this situation and yeah of course she wants him to stop being stupid #about yev—as she puts it “baby did not choose this either” which leads me to think she understands mickey's situation a little better now #but yev looks so much like mickey and has those big blue eyes of his (also evidence for baby mickey being blond) #I get that the whole child from rape thing isn't fun for mickey to have to deal with but women have to go through it all the time—like Svet #okay rant over I'm sorry I'm just...it puts a bad taste in my mouth whenever I see it in fic or meta that yev can't *possibly* be mickey's #mickey milkovich #svetlana yevgenivna #yevgeny milkovich #shameless

[cupiidzbow]

that one post asking what ring they would propose to you with….. i actually have a whole thing of how it would play out ( im normal )

#doodles #not putting this in my main art tag bc i was just scrawling down ideas I might make a whole thing tbh ….. #the whole thing i was thinking abt was like. we both know we’re far from ready to get married #but we know we want to be with eachother for the rest of our lives #he’s wanted to give something to show he was committed to me so he got a promise ring. not an engagement ring 😭 #but i think he’s proposing that we get married and that’s why i look a lil horrified . #he panics after seeing my reaction not realizing how it came off and promises that he wasn’t proposing #he just wanted to make it know that he wants a future together with me …. #idk I don’t know if I have the will power to make a comic …. maybe I’ll write a fic….. im insane rn sorry …. #banjo i love you #🐻🍯🪕

[m3rricat]

headcanon that Cazador originally did try to use Astarion as free in-house counsel when he was first turned (probably through another minion he actually sent to court), but Astarion found loopholes to resist being successful at it. I lean more towards the theory that Cazador did not sic the Gur on Astarion, but rather he was familiar with Magistrate Ancunin and took advantage of the sudden opportunity to get a very useful spawn. (also--it seems pretty clear to me that Cazador discovered the ritual some time after Astarion was turned, so he wouldn't be looking to use Astarion primarily as a hunter yet).

So after Cazador turned him, he would command Astarion to win this court case or help him screw that guy over and take all his money. But I like the idea that compulsion like that, which necessarily incorporates so many moving parts and outcomes based on decisions of other people, would not be effective. It's not straightforward like 'don't drink the blood of thinking creatures' etc. So Astarion would fuck around, use his legal expertise to write the shittiest motions or 'accidentally' point the opposition toward information that sinks his case. And Cazador, without any legal training, would not be able to compel him specifically enough to prevent it. Obviously, this would end very very badly for Astarion and he probably wanted to forget this act of resistance that meant nothing in the end.

#astarion #astarion headcanon #bg3 headcanon #there's the opposite idea where Astarion was a magistrate based on pure nepotism and was an idiot #but I'm kind of over the whole 'lol Astarion is so adorably stupid' thing idk #things I'm thinking about for a maybe future fic

[wizardofgoodfortune]

i have been lurking in your asks for this moment: for the spotify wrapped fic prompt, #10!!

i'm going to ignore the very obvious and very painful daniel/hob implications of this song because i want to finish the comics first before writing anything outside of the show's canon. so have this instead!!

--

Dream had been visiting Hob more frequently than he'd like to admit. It all started with Dream wanting to carve out a small place of solace in his life, and what place was more perfect than The New Inn? Built for him like an altar for an absent god.

Though these days, he'd been more present than ever. He wished he had the privilege to say he'd been drunk the first night it happened, or the next night, and the next. But Dream, Lord of Dreams and Ruler of Nightmares, always knew what was going on, and what desires he'd recklessly indulged in again and again.

Tonight was no different. By now, Hob was a veteran in making Dream feel more than welcome. It was all too easy to fall into Hob's arms and into his bed above The New Inn. Somewhere down the line, Dream had made himself vulnerable to Desire's machinations.

But he had somehow convinced himself that it was alright, as long as Hob wasn't vulnerable.

Some nights they talked afterwards, and Dream wasn't quite sure whether it amplified or quieted his regrets. This was one of those nights.

"Tell me about the Dreaming," Hob said, his head propped up on his arm as he looked down at Dream.

"What do you wish to know?"

"I don't know. Everything. You don't work alone, do you?"

"...No, I suppose I don't, anymore. I have Lucienne. And Matthew."

"Ah, Matthew, yeah, we've met. Why does he talk by the way? Nearly gave me a heart attack the first time he spoke to me."

"He was human, before. He died in his sleep and became a raven of the Dreaming."

"Oh," Hob said. He paused. Dream observed the shadows cast on his face by the moonlight. "So if I die in my sleep, I get to stay at your place? As a raven?"

Dream felt the corners of his mouth lift up. A silly notion. "You do not have to die. You will always be welcome in the Dreaming, Hob."

Hob smiled down at him, and Dream felt a warm fire in his chest. "Thank you, love. But what I meant is I never had the chance to visit your, y'know. Your place. Is it a castle?"

"Yes, I suppose you could call it a castle," Dream said.

Hob hummed, and tapped Dream's chest with his free hand. "A wild thing," he said after a few seconds.

"What is?" Dream asked.

"I was just some peasant when we first met," Hob said, his eyes lost in memory. "Thought you were some ignorant lord. In the back of my mind, I thought were you just making fun of me, asking to meet you after a hundred years. Never thought this," he gestured to their bodies, naked under the covers, "would ever happen. Y'know? A wild thing."

Dream hummed in agreement.

"Guess I'm lucky, huh?" Hob chuckled, his fingers still tapping on Dream's chest. "Hey. Would you bring me to your castle some day, show me around?"

"Perhaps," Dream replied.

"Tease," Hob chastised. Then he pressed a kiss on Dream's forehead, then on his nose, and finally on his lips. "I adore you. You know that? I love you, Dream."

Dream froze. He looked into Hob's eyes, saw the fondness in them, and knew that he meant it.

This was just supposed to be a brief respite, some semblance of comfort that he did not have in his day-to-day life. He thought it was the same for Hob, that Dream was just someone immortal to hold onto once in a while. But it wasn't. Not anymore.

I should not have come here, he thought, tearing his gaze away from Hob's. He did not have the heart to say it out loud.

Dream stood up from the bed, already clothed.

This will be the last time, he thought. It was what he thought every time. And maybe tonight it will finally come true. No, it should come true. Lest he destroy even Hob Gadling, like he has many times to his other lovers before. It always ended in tragedy, whether Desire was involved or not, and Dream didn't want that for him.

A hand shot up from the covers to grip his wrist.

"Stay. Stay, darling," Hob said, sitting up. "Won't you stay?"

Dream turned.

Hob's eyes shone, watery in the moonlight.

It should not be fair, Dream thought, for Desire to easily toy with me like this.

"I cannot stay any longer," Dream said.

"Why not?" Hob said, with all the petulance of a child. "Come back. Just for a while."

Dream resisted the urge to climb back in the covers with him. That was his sibling speaking.

"I apologize. I will make sure your dreams are pleasant tonight, and on every other night."

"Will you be coming back?" Hob asked. "You sound like you're never coming back."

Dream said nothing.

"I can wait. I will."

"I know," Dream said. He didn't add, "beloved."

"I'm not sorry," Hob said, gripping Dream's wrist even tighter. "But I won't say it again, if it means you'll stay."

Something cold and heavy sat in Dream's chest.

"So don't go," Hob said, "please."

Dream dissipated into thin air, but not quickly enough that he did not see a tear roll down Hob's cheek. He can still feel his grip on his wrist.

#the song is sad and therefore this is now... sad #sorry in advance 😔 #dreamling #sandman #*my fic #* #rooftopwreck #this probably needs editing but idk im just gonna throw this out now.... i wanna go shower and sleep kjdbsfgdf #of course dream has to storm out after hob says i love you! it is only the natural course of things #idk maybe this will turn into something else in the future ????? depends ig #thank u for participating vi my beloved <3 #i want to let you know i thought of that gif of ferdie crying precisely one tear #spotify wrapped #ask

[marinaiguess]

Blaze and Rouge hanging out and stealing stuff together in Murder of Sonic

ah, i love them so much. have never thought how these two would hang out, so this is gonna be fun!

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"Give that back."

She looked at her as they both halted, looking kind of surprised with her request. "Give what back, darling?"

The other sighed in annoyance, she didn't know how much patience she had left in her. "The Sol Emerald, Rouge. I can sense them you know. You just stole one from me."

Visiting Sonic's world was always a delight, often hiding tons of surprises. And this trip did not differ at all. She wouldn't miss Amy's birthday party for the world (or the cake, since, in this dimension, they were absolutely delicious) but for a moment, she thought that was all there was. That this was just a birthday party. Amy's request to have them wear specific outfits seemed oddly specific but she supposed that this was how birthday parties worked in this world. Not that she ever had a proper, informal birthday party herself in her own kingdom, so how should she know? She was just following the request; disappointing Amy, no less on her birthday, was something she would despise to do. However, not much to her surprise, the party turned out to be something entirely different; a Mystery Game.

That didn't exactly make sense to her at first but she accepted it of course. Her friends seemed to like the idea so maybe she had to try it first before drawing a deduction. Sonic in particular was very excited about it and even explained to her how this was supposed to go, before getting wrapped up in a conversation with Vector. Her remaining quaries were answered by Amy herself. Like, the question of where she would be stationed.

She wasn't expecting to be partnered with Rouge. It made sense, given their 'lore cards', for both of them to be in the casino station, but she wasn't expecting it. Indeed, Sonic's world was full of surprises. Rouge didn't seem bothered by that, by the fact they barely knew each other or that she was a fire-weilding princess that could set her on fire any time of the day. On the other hand, she had a lot of thoughts regarding the matter. If anything, Rouge wasn't a complete stranger to her, which made things much harder to handle. They weren't friends, not really, but they weren't stangers either. And she could handle the latter group just fine, she'd practiced it lots of times in her own kingdom. But something in-between? Yeah, she definitely had her reservations about it.

If anxiety took the best of her as they were together, trying to find the best way to handle their social situation, she managed to hide it pretty well.

"'Steal', is a very strong word, Blazey. I'd prefer the term 'borrow'." Rouge crossed her arms as she smirked at her.

"Using the word 'borrow' explicitly states that you would return it eventually." Blaze countered, mimicking her actions while also raising a brow at her, almost in a challenging manner. "Would you?"

"Eventually." she winked. But at Blaze's unimpressed expression, her smirk faltered. "What?"

The cat only raised her palm as a response, standing perfectly still otherwise, still maintaining her poker face and really giving Rouge a run for her money.

"You're no fun, you know that?" Rouge let her arms fall.

"I know." Blaze smiled. "Now, the Emerald please?"

Rouge pouted, before taking the cyan-colored gem out of her glove to admire it, even for one last time. "Well, it was worth a shot."

"It definitely was." Was her reply as she got tossed the Sol Emerald, catching it without any problem. Rouge still aproached her immediately after that, holding her by the shoulder. That earned her a side-glance but she went on unbothered.

"Want to make this actually fun?" Rouge grinned at her, almost deviously, like she was planning something.

Blaze brushed her hand off and started walking again. "I don't think your idea of fun matches with mine." She simply stated. And while it was true, she had a feeling of what Rouge might be suggesting and she wanted to avoid getting entangled in such a case.

"Aw, come on, darling, what are we supposed to do for the next few hours?" she grabbed her by her shoulder again to make her stop.

"Follow Amy's request and keep her happy on her birthday party?" Blaze said with a perfectly even voice, trying not to sound too annoyed.

"That, but also, this is a party, so we can have fun at the same time." she blew her a kiss playfully, giggling at how Blaze scrunched her nose in response.

"Alright." She rolled her eyes. " What do you propose we do?"

"Hmmm...we could..." she tapped her finger on her chin while staring at the ceiling, trying to come up with an idea, "...search for the secret treasure of this train?"

Of course she didn't come up with this right now. "Secret treasure?"

"Well, yes!" She exclaimed, clearly excited. "Actually, I'm sure there are a lot more than just one lying around here, so you can also practice your 'treasure hunting' skills while we're at it!"

"Treasure hunting skills?" Blaze knew Rouge referred to herself as a treasure hunter but if said skills were the ones used to take the Sol Emerald away from her, then she doubted that they both understood the concept of treasure hunting in the same way. "You mean, you want me to steal something for you?"

"Find a treasure." She emphasized, as her hand flew to her face to massage her temples. "Man, it's so obvious that you hang out too much with Sonic. But even he knows to let loose from time to time."

Rouge noticed the blush on her cheeks and she smirked but managed to compose herself and not make any snarky comment about that. Maybe some other time. "Besides," she added, "we could do it by your own rules and return the treasure afterwards. I'm sure you'll be fine with that."

She was fine with that but she didn't know if she should be. If it was right to search the train and steal someone's property just to return it back not long after. Rouge's scrutinizing gaze, accompanied by her confident and smug smirk was all she needed to make her decision, even though she felt like this wasn't a choice she had a say in to begin with.

There was something behind that smirk, behind her expression that felt weirdly familar. Blaze couldn't exactly pinpoint what it was but it was a rare occurence that this ever happened to her, that she found a person whose mannerisms reminded her of someone else's, without her being able to name the other person.

With a sigh, she gave up, giving Rouge her first win against her. "Fine, let's see how treasure hunters enjoy themselves."

Blaze did really have fun that day, even if she hadn't expected it at first.

She snorted at the thought. Full of surprises.

#rouge reminded blaze of sonic by the way. she just doesnt know it #to me rouge and sonic are very very similar and i think blaze will realize that soon #very similar except for the selfless/selfish type of thing #anyway. there would be more to this but i got tired so. im sorry #maybe i'll get to work more on it in the future? either way #i enjoyed this a lot. so thank you! it was refreshing to write rouge #hishighnesstheprincess #sonic the hedgehog #the murder of sonic the hedgehog #sth #sonic #rouge the bat #blaze the cat #tmosth #fanfic #sonic fic #fanfiction #sth fanfic #my drabbles

[snakebites-and-ink]

Chapter 2: The Signing

Masterlist

Note: Westwater’s name is very tentative at this time because I was having Difficulty naming it and decided to just call it something I felt was okay instead of getting stuck on coming up with a name I really liked. 🤷

CW: Self-sacrifice, legalized slavery, referenced illness in the family

The day had come. He’d had another meeting and some email exchanges with Melissa, and gotten in contact with the organization that trained and sold superhumans. Everything was set up now so that Nolan could sell himself away to them.

Yikes. Selling his rights was a far cry from an ideal solution, but what else could he do? Nothing? Just stand by and let one of his loved ones die and all the others struggle? No. Not when he had the power to do something about it.

The particular organization in question was the Westwater Superhuman Training Institute; it was one of the closest superhuman training and distribution centers, and as legitimate as any other. Of course no organization that literally sold people would be perfectly nice and benevolent, but Westwater seemed upfront and reputable enough that they wouldn’t do anything exceptionally shady.

He’d had a conversation with his parents, which wasn’t easy but it had to happen. Nolan’s sister Sophia wasn’t really in a state to talk currently, but he’d left a message for her. He’d said goodbye to his close friends too, including his oldest friend, Cassian. Nolan hoped it would help ease the sting at least a little that this would secure enough excess money to give some to Cassian. There would be more than enough to go around even after Sophia’s treatments; superhumans were expensive. Maybe it could fund one of Cassian’s brilliant ideas, which he certainly had but couldn't get off the ground without some investment. Nolan had been told he’d have the chance to send letters at times during training, so hopefully he could at least keep in touch for a little while after signing.

Melissa was here again, to support and advise Nolan through this last stage of the process. “Are you sure about this?” she checked one more time.

“I’m sure,” Nolan confirmed.

The representative for O1 arrived, a man who introduced himself as Mr. Brown. He would be speaking and acting on the institution’s behalf during the legal process of Nolan signing away his rights. Melissa, on the other hand, would be looking out for Nolan’s interests, acting as a consultant of sorts to make sure nothing underhanded was pulled and to inform Nolan as needed on the somewhat weird issue of superhuman rights.

After a short exchange of pleasantries, the three sat down together, and Brown pulled out the paperwork.

Brown explained the paperwork to Nolan, while Melissa looked over the documents to make sure he was summarizing them accurately and truthfully. It was pretty standard for what it was; Nolan would give up his rights, become essentially property, get trained for a buyer, and get compensation given to whomever he selected, which was all in line with Nolan’s expectations from the research he’d done. Melissa nodded, verifying that the paperwork was legitimate. They conversed a little more to settle a few last concerns, then it was time.

Nolan picked up the document and was struck with a sense of finality as he stared at it. This would change everything about his future. He was giving up his life when it had hardly even started. But it meant his sister would get to live hers. Besides, he wasn’t dying, just losing a whole lot of options.

It was the least-awful course. Nolan signed.

He thanked Melissa working with him and for the help she’d been. She gave him a small smile that she clearly didn’t feel, worry and sadness evident in her eyes.

“Do you need to say your goodbyes?” Mr. Brown asked Nolan.

Nolan considered it. At this point, that would probably only make things harder. He’d already said goodbye and everything else he needed to in the very tear-filled parting conversation with his parents. Going back only to say it once more now that his choice was formalized and permanent would probably bring more pain than closure for everyone involved. He shook his head. “I already did.”

Mr. Brown grinned. “Wonderful. Come with me then.” He placed his hands on Nolan’s shoulders in a manner that seemed almost possessive, which Nolan supposed was appropriate given his new legal status. “Goodbye, Melissa.”

Nolan took one look back at Melissa as Brown steered him out of the room. He wasn’t quite regretful or frightened, but he didn’t feel ready for this. Not that putting it off would have helped; he didn’t suppose anyone would ever feel ready to lose their rights and freedom.

Nolan left his home for what would probably be the last time. He got in the car with Mr. Brown, to be delivered to his new life.

Taglist: @whumped-by-glitter

#I'm not sure how I feel about this but I don't see it getting any better in the near future so I'm just posting it. #Maybe the reason I'm feeling kind of bleh about it is just because I'm tired idk. #it's bedtime #I actually gave names to minor/side characters this time instead of just calling them things like “the man”! Are you proud of me? /lh #whump #whump writing #original fic #writing #fiction #oc #my writing #my posts #Technically Not Human

[heftmanrhamm]

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hardcover or paperback // bookstore or library // bookmark or receipt // stand alone or series // nonfiction or fiction // thriller or fantasy // under 300 pages or over 300 pages or the exact number of pages needed and no more or less // children's or ya // friends to lovers or enemies to lovers // read in bed or read on the couch or anywhere // read at night or in the morning or anytime // keep pristine or markup // cracked spine or dog ear

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#there's a lot that I would choose multiple for #like there's no real preference for hard or soft cover books but if it's a large non-fic or picture book then I like it hard #if novel I prefer soft because it's harder to turn the pages at times #same goes for the bookshop library thing #though I've not checked out a book from the library in ages #only ever used the receipt as a bookmark... gives the book some history when I look at it again in the future #also had a thing where I hated damaging my books #like no breaking the spine or no slightly bending a page #got bit sad when I see my books bend open (or something) at some random page #but recently I buy second hand books to read and they're filled with bends and dog ears and little random notes #if I own the book I now bend open the pages and mark where I've been with a corner fold #I like looking at the past readers reading history and when I read my book again it'll show where I read up to and all that cool stuff #gives the books some personality and history #however I only do that with soft books #never doing that for a hard cover #am evil lol #maybe there is a preference to the hard and soft covers #lmaaaooo

[m3llowm1sh]

mish’s relationships with the rd cast

#rhythm doctor #internsona #aka: random thoughts from a sleep deprived mish #man im so productive when i work at 3 in the morning i should butcher my sleep schedule more often /j #not joking about the productive part tho like ive noticed that at the dead of night i have like 10x more motivation to write for once and #its amazing #i might be the worst person ever at structuring my thoughts into coherent words but once im in the zone IM IN THE ZONE #ive also been thinking about a possible fluffy fic idea thats been circling my head for a couple days but eh #maybe my ao3 account will see an actual use in the future we’ll see #??????? i am not a writer though i do not call myself one its just a thing i like to do when im extremely bored #also i wrote the edega part seperately from the rest of them which is why its capitalized and. kind of bad

[futuristichedge]

Fic so good u start imagining more fic for it

#rambles #man. SATBK fic (specifically 'what isnt yours') killing me atm #thinking abt the satbk cast interacting with main world counterparts and goddd #silver and galahad would be so. like what do you mean you got to be raised in a relatively healthy environment with a dad and stability #youre a knight and training to improve and here i am doing the same thing but with no guidance and the future on my shoulders #satbk save me. save me satbk #also nimue and amy would get along i think. tails and the blacksmith too (trading of special interest info) #percival and blaze both having that high level if dignity and duty but one coming from being a knight and the other being a princess. #gawain and knuckles might clash over small things but overall get along #shadow would not fucking stand lancelot. what do you mean all these rules of following a king dictate how i should act. i choose for myself #and lamorak and jet i have no fucking clue. mutual recognition for skill but also 'what is WRONG with you' maybe??? #too busy with school to write or draw comic... so i must daydream

[extra-somethin-somethin]

hey so do you think wtv keiko had to deal with growing up with yusuke could be considered a type of parentification

#god chapters where barely anything happens except a character's realization about things can be hard ... #im writing another keiko pov chapter and it's hard because well!! #keiko was never really a main focus in the series and as time goes on she gets even less of a focus so i have to fill in these spots #in her personality and views that aren't really explored. im taking a lot of liberties lets say #and idek if it's gonna read as in character cos of that #anyway im tryna say that like. pre series keiko was basically this presence in yusuke's life and he saw her as a pain but he cared #she was there to scold him and cajole him into going to his classes and she was his only friend #now we know atsuko was negligent and idk how involved the yukimuras were in his life but i feel like keiko #whether directly or indirectly was given this duty like you have to keep him outta trouble #you're smart you're mature he needs someone like you. this responsibility just kind of put on her before she can understand the weight of i #and she can't really comprehend that weight until it's abruptly taken from her. yusuke dies and there's no one to shepherd #i feel like keiko should get to be mad about this. this realization of the nature of their dynamic. keiko planning things around yusuke #who's never done that in his life. not because he's purposely being thoughtless but bc he was never the one to have to plan #to think about what their future looks like. he just kinda drifted along and keiko tried to do damage control. it wasn't fair #yusuke is keeping secrets from her she is scared of high school and that he'll die again without her knowing why and it's unfair #so she should get to be mad also because girls getting to be mad is one of my favorite things 👍🏼 #the realization that yusuke won't be lost without her so she shouldn't hinge her life on the expectation that he will be #she worries about yusuke a lot i think. especially after he comes back from the dead. and i think kuwa's presence would help ease that #dread in her heart. it doesn't have to be just me. there's someone who can be there with him always and it doesn't have to be me #the guilty relief of not having to be the sacrifice. but kuwa doesn't mind so maybe it's okay this way #idk just rambles about my fic while i puzzle out how to word it #character analysis #yukimura keiko #yu yu hakusho

[summerfevers]

if you’re up to it i would very much like to know your white collar neal timeline🎤🎤

this turned out to have many asides and be very long so the tl;dr is: peter have you considered that he's just a twenty-something teenage girl :( ?

timeline:

neal born 1984 ish. he's an aries and a millennial

neal, ellen, and neal's mom go into witsec 1987, neal age 3

2003 adler scandal i fucking guess. neal age 19

neal arrested probably mid 2005, 21

neal goes to jail for the first time, i want to say early 2006, age almost 22

pilot is set late summer 2009, age 25

same-sex marriage legalized in new york june 24th 2011, they talk about this in season 3 episode 14 which is soon after. neal's 27

more or less a year later–let's go with less–neal tells sam that he has spent the last decade running from the truth he learned at 18. taking him literally that it was 10 years ago he is now 28 it is the end of season 4 and 2012

the end of season 4 to the series finale is less than a year. he is 29 its 2013.

when we see him in paris he might be 30 but that doesn't count To Me

i present my evidence:

i don't know where we got "neal is 35" from i cant make it work. neal and co. went into witsec (which i have actually since learned is not available to people living in dc, they have their own version but it is not overseen by the federal marshalls, i don't think they can give you as many legal documents like a ssn, and they don't help you set up your new life as much? something about neal's life that would be interesting to explore.) when he was three and ellen says in season 4 that she's been in witsec for Nearly three decades. confirmed 33 or under in season 4

he also says to "sam" more than once that he's spent the last decade running from the truth he learned at 18–he very well could be rounding down here and mean like 12-13 years but i am Choosing to Believe he meant that literally. we are now at youngest 28, it is the last episode of season 4.

now due to the way the show is structured and the fact that it is never really winter. ok maybe winter 1 time because i can see in my mind neal in his little wool coat and earmuffs but largely it is summer and we never have a christmas episode. anyway due to All That our only real anchor in the timeline is that the episode where diana is Grappling with her engagement to Christie happens immediately following june 24th 2011, when same-sex marriage was legalized in new york. and also that later that season in the commutation hearing they say that neal has served 2 years of his sentence. so the pilot was set in 2009 when it aired we are at one year/season. but as the series goes on the episodes and even seasons have increasingly shorter gaps between them, and by season 6 we haven't even finished our four years. by the end of season 4 i want to say we are three years into his sentence and he's 28. between the end of season 4 and when neal dies in season 6 there has got to be less than a year that passes. actually deadass why was neal so obsessed with the pink panther case ending his sentence early we are like months out king. i get the injustice the system is broken they'd keep him forever but to people outside his circle he must have looked sooo silly for that. but whatever. he is 29 when he dies and 30 when we see him again in paris, his roaring 20s of crime and incarceration over.

Anyway where the "neal is 35 or at least claims to be much older than this timeline would say he is" probably came from in-universe is that the adler scandal takes place SEVEN years before s2 when peter confronts neal about it. 2003?????? guys the thing we have to understand, to embrace, about neal's personal timeline is that i do not think anyone in that writers room was really grasping how much they had neal do in so short a time. 2003 he is like 19 guys. maybe by the time peter says it was 7 years ago it was 2011 ? and the adler thing was 2004? but no that couldn't work because it's mid 2011 like a year later in s3. so basically neal walks out of st louis and has a magical girl transformation through which he immediately becomes a great conman and criminal. and he meets mozzie basically straight away. he should still be in like calculus and ap lit at this juncture. and then they go right into the adler con ??? and neal is obviously lying through his teeth to everyone saying he is at least 21 but probably more along the lines of 23. and while most of his aliases are eventually found out by peter if no one else, no one ever goes "wait IS HE a teenager?" no one is guessing this.

so we spend a couple months fucking around and fucking UP with adler, kate probably doesn't know how old we actually are, this relationship cannot actually last very long at all because we are truly on a time crunch right now. we have less than three years for neals entire criminal career before he goes to jail. i know i said on the bullet list he went to jail early 2006 he has got to have been arrested like summer 2005 at the latest to be tried and sentenced by then and i feel like even that might be tight because he was suspected of so many other things they wanted to get evidence for. but how is neal teaching kate to be a criminal less than a year into his own career. i think neal must have been a hardcore improv kid for this to work honestly. i bet he competed. so our golden days of mozzie neal and kate against the world lasts maybe a year at best before neal and kate fight and she leaves and he spends months trying to get her back and get her attention and commits a truly breathtaking amount of crimes in this time.

also i'm skipping through forging bonds right now trying to flesh out this timeline and it was incredibly shady of peter and co to see that kate is doing so much to stay hidden from her ex boyfriend and then to reveal her to neal in order to catch him. like that was fucked up they didn't know neal yet he hadn't been suspected of violent crimes but they didn't know why kate was working so hard to escape him. like it worked out ok (arguably, but that could be a different post) but they had no reason to trust neal not to hurt her like this. she could have been running from an abusive situation he's known to be a talented criminal with no fears about escalating his crimes he could have killed her. one thing about the fbi is that they never once care about kate's safety and it does indeed get her killed one day.

in conclusion neal is known as one of the best forgers in the world when he is arrested in 2005 at age 21 maybe 2 years into his criminal career. here i am 21 what have i accomplished

#hiiiiiii LOVE your wc fic explorations of neals childhood are everything To Me and really your characterization of danny brooks is exactly #the kind of child neal would have to be for him to have been essentially a child prodigy at white collar crime #truly hes gotta be canon #also one more thing why is james in that flashback like have a good day at school 🥰 or whatever. neal is 2 or 3 and his mom didnt seem #to work so he didnt have daycare. where tf is he going #anyway thank you for coming to my ted talk future talks will discuss my conflicting opinions on how neal and kates relationship is treated #in canon and how neal was obviously not an early 2000s emo kid but frankly? maybe he should have been. good night #white collar #poplars.txt #just put this throufh a word counter 1200??? sorry. #this post is nearly twice the word count of the assignment i was procrastinating while i wrote it 🧍