#tw astraphobia

[ninjastormhawkkat]

The Comforting Night - A Mousebraingirl ficlet

*Rumble*

"Huh!" Steven jolted his head up from his desk, now fully awake after dozing off from the late hours working in his lab. He glanced up at the clock on the wall. 2:45 a.m. the clock showed to the tired scientist. Steven groggily rubbed the sand from his eyes as he tried to wake himself up again. He was spending another long night trying to find a cure for his child, to free her from that wretched mouse brain that was fused to her head. For Steven, it was worth the lack of sleep as long as he stayed on the road for a cure. Steven then subconsciously licked his lips, noting how dry his mouth and throat were from so many hours after he last drank something. 'Guess I can take a break now to get a glass of water.' Steven reasoned casually in his head. As soon as Steven exited his basement lab and into his living room, he heard multiple sounds of taping against the windows. Sonny Days, the weatherman, had predicted on TV that a rainstorm would hit Fair City by tonight and he was not wrong. Steven then heard some distant rumbling from outside with his super hearing. 'Probably going to have some thunder as well.' Steven then shook that casual thought off and went to the fridge to get some water. He took a glass from one of the cabinets near the fridge and then opened the fridge door to get a jug of water. He set the jug on the counter next to the glass then closed the door...only to be startled at the sudden appearance of his daughter Mouse, Bob, and the rest of the mice siblings that Mouse had adopted into their home.

"Gah!" Steven exclaimed as he jumped back from the shock of suddenly seeing them all there. Steven then took notice that they all had concerned looks. Mouse and her mice siblings having fearful looks. "Mouse, sweetheart, what are you all doing up so late?" Steven asked with concern in his voice. "We can't sleep, the storm outside is too loud." Mouse said quietly, still looking shaken. Just as she finished *CRASH-BOOM* The thunder clouds seemed to explode and rattled the house a bit from the sound, a bolt of lightning struck from outside, making the dark room light up temporarily. Mouse shrieked with a squeaky scream and her siblings gave equal squeaks of fear. Even Bob couldn't help but let out a brief monkey yelp. Mouse ran into her dad and Steven immediately hugged his daughter without squeezing the mice she was holding too hard. "Shh, its okay. Your alright. We'll be fine." Steven said as he comforted his frightened children. He could feel Mouse shaking in his arms. Steven then developed a small smile as he lifted his child's face to meet his gaze. "I have and idea kiddo. How about we all sleep on the couch tonight." Steven kindly suggested. Mouse sniffed a bit before silently nodding. The other mice siblings and Bob also agreed. So Steven went upstairs to get plenty of blankets and pillows from the supply closet, as well as earmuffs for the group, then brought them back downstairs and placed them on the couch. He then pulled the coffee table out of the way so he could pull the leg recliners from the couch to give the family some room. After that he put a large blanket over the couch and a few pillows under them. Mouse and her siblings crawled in and Steven followed suit. He put a pillow on one end of the armrests where he laid his head. Mouse curled up and fell asleep under the crook of her dad's arm. Squeaky Jr. and her other elder sibling fells asleep in the crooks of Steven's neck. The two youngest passed out on top of Mouse's head. Bob soon slept on Mouse's back. Steven warmly and tenderly observed his children and monkey friend sleep more peacefully now before he himself finally dozed off. 'I can work more later.' was his last thought before he snoozed off to dreamland. The storm outside went on with might, but the Boxleitner family was not afraid as they were surrounded in warmth and comfort by each other.

@melodythebunny

@drtwobrainsstuff

@liloskull343

(this was inspired by the thunderstorm happening outside of my house right now.)

#wordgirl #wordgirl au #mousebraingirl au #mouse siblings au #steven boxleitner #bob/captain huggy face #fluff #light angst #tw: astraphobia #sonny days #becky boxleitner au #mouse boxleitner

[redhoodedjaybird]

Jason didn't like storms. It didn't matter that he'd been off the streets for a few months by now, loud rumbling of thunder reverberating through the manor was enough to have him diving for cover and hiding under the dining room table.

@bruce-wayne-rp continued from x

Bruce jolted due to the clap of thunder first.

And from Jason’s sudden movement, second.

Bruce blinked, leaning to look underneath the table to see Jason there, curled up, hands over his ears. “Jaylad…”

Another flash.

Another rumble. Another bang.

And Jason seemed to curl himself up into an even smaller ball.

Bruce slid off his seat, shifting under the table on his knees. “Oh, chum.”

The boy was scared, that much was obvious, and his fear was understandable given how he’d lived before Bruce found him.

Jason had already shown to be sensitive to certain sounds, including voices raised in perceived anger, the sirens of emergency vehicles when in too close a proximity, and now thunderstorms; no doubt all reminders of less than happy times spent without shelter or protection while on the streets as he trembled visibly beneath the table, trying to minimise his presence curling in upon himself.

He startled again with another loud crack, flinching hard enough to whimper involuntarily as he closed his eyes and pressed his hands even more over his ears, starting to sniffle as he fought the impulse to cry.

#jay:thread #baby!jay:bruce:002 #astraphobia tw #brontophobia tw

[pinzandneedlez]

Out of all of the many many many anxieties that plague me, astraphobia is a real pain. Just hearing the word thunderstorm leaves me paralyzed with fear. I worry for my best friend going back and fourth to work, I worry that my city will flood, I worry for my cats, I worry trees may fall and destroy my home. I just developed this fear this year during the summer storms that affected the south. I wasn't always the biggest fan of storms but they never made me this panic stricken. The only thing that helps is blasting calming music and hunkering in bed. The weather pressure hurts my chronic pain before the storms, my body tenses up from fear during the storm, then once it is over I hurt all over from the tension.

#astraphobia #personal #anxiety #tw weather #tw fears #chronic pain #chronic anxiety

[dragetunge]

@fatesdesign sent:A storm! Her eyes lit up, since coming out of the tower, Rapunzel had exposed herself to the elements in full force. And one of her favourite things was dancing barefoot in a storm. The rain was refreshing, the thunder was exciting, the lightening was beautiful. Her hand reached across to Hiccup, eyes wide with an idea, "Oh! You hear that? Ever laid down in the rain?" she smiled brightly, hoping he would come along with her.

[❇]—;

Cautious eyes glance upwards as the sounds of rain hit against the wooden planks of his house. He didn't like where this was going. Where there was rain he was sure there was going to be thunder following it. Which meant lightning too would come.

Oh how he hated thunderstorms. Perhaps hated was an understatement. He was utterly petrified of them. One too many storms had he been caught him that resulted in a lapse of memory from being struck out of the skies. Too many times had Toothless been injured because of the metal attached to him that allowed him the freedom to be able to walk.

He heard the princess speak as he saw her hand move closer to his own. Just moving slightly out of reach as a crack sounded in the skies. Causing him to jump and shake. Rapunzel entranced to the door as the viking disappeared from where they were.

He was not being dragged out in this. Not now. Not ever.

He hid in the one spot in the house he knew most people had a hard time finding him. His secret spot where as a child Stoick would hide him away during the dragon raids to keep him safe. He sat comfortably inside of this space hiding away. With his hands over his hears so he didn't have to hear anymore.

There the viking would wait it out. Till no more he could feel the house shake with each growing thunderous noise.

#dragetunge #fatesdesign #ic #🔥▓◤AH YES. JUST ANOTHER DAY ON BERK: Interactions◥ #🔥▓◤PEACE HAS BEEN MAINTAINED: Answered◥ #tw; astraphobia #//he just poof disappears

[you-guys-are-getting-breaks]

Not ready for DVD size hail

Not for for hurricane like wind

I want tornado session to end but that means it won't be June

#tw tornado #astraphobia #it never ends #i love waking up at five in the morning and not being able to sleep till the thunder stops

[tpwkwriter]

Tpwkwriters masterlist🌸

* = personal favourites <3

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personal pillow- where y/n falls asleep and Harry needs a new lock screen.

Till midday- sleeping in till midday has never felt better.

‘Let me think’- *where y/n and Harry participate in the ‘touch your favourite part of me’ trend on TikTok.

I’ll be by your side- where long distance is hard but Harry always has reminders.

Don’t fret-* where Harry’s a gentlemen and y/n awakes in a bloody puddle.

My only angel-* where y/n and Harry realize just how mushy they really are.

I’ll be by your side- Harry may be across the world but his souvenirs from y/n keep him going.

You- Harry’s envy causes a dispute between a popular co-star.

Drowsy-* a sleepy y/n and a soft h.

Front row for you- where y/n is about to fulfil her and Harry wouldn’t miss it for the world.

In sickness and health-* when y/n is under the weather and Harry’s the perfect boyfriend.

Half the world away- y/n just misses her Harry but sometimes he can’t get the hint.

The morning after- where Harry takes y/n’s innocence and y/n loves him.

Annoyingly perfect- where Harry’s accent is the cherry ontop.

Astraphobia- where y/n has a fear of thunder and Harry is in love.

Head in a book- where y/n’s always nose deep in a book.

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*please make sure to read all warnings and TWs before reading these fics! <3*

In my remorse-* where y/n reads stuff she wished she didn’t.

Let’s not- *famous!y/n deals with rude interviewers and Harry’s always alert.

Tourbus blues- even the most biggest Popstars get nervous sometimes.

Please?- stress and exhaustion are the ingredients to an argument.

Envious- where y/n refuses to be part of Olivia’s games.

—————head-cannons and smut————————

Sleeping with H. Types of kisses y/n receives.

Things overprotective Harry def does. Petnames

Different dates they have. “Oh honey”. “Jealous H”

Intimate giggles- where y/n has the sneezes in a passionate time and h finds it adorable.

Rainy day pillowprincess- rainy day intimacy

From my eyes- where mirror sex helps y/n feel better

—————Master-lists I heavily recommend!———

This- by @watermelonlovershigh

this- by @shroombloomm

This- by @harrysfolklore

This- by @musicforastylesrestaurant

This- by @watchmegetobsessed

This- by @finelinevogue

This- by @moonchildstyles

#harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #my fic writing #harry styles au #harry styles blurb #harry styles x y/n #fluff #fic recs #Harry styles masterlists #harry styles masterlist #Masterlist recs #Masterlist #masterpost #Harry #styles #angst #headcannons #Harry styles headcannons #one direction #mwah <3 #harry styles fluff #my fic #harry styles imagine #Harry styles x reader #harrystyles x fem!reader #harrystyles x femreader #1d #Drabble #writers #my writing

[sarafinamk]

Sonic IDW Issue 56 Bad Ending

Summary: Surge claims she won't be free until Sonic is dead. Tails can't do anything but watch as it unfolds.

TW: Death, Electrocution, Strangulation, Murder, Attempted Murder

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"SONIC!"

He was right there.

He almost had him.

Even though Tails' eyes never leave Sonic, the distant flashing figure of Surge always remains within Tails' peripheral vision. The tenrec is just standing there, eyes glued on Sonic. It doesn't take a two-tailed genius to know that she's waiting for the first opportunity to strike. The ever-changing kaleidoscope of wisp energy and electricity flickering off of her sent the kit a very clear message. Tails needed to get Sonic out of the water now. It's not deep, so it'll be easier swooping his brother out. Surge, however, made it clear that she had other plans for the hedgehog. That message was made clear in the form of electric currents dancing in the water, pumping millions of volts into his system.

Tails pulls away on instinct. It could easily be written off as merely his astraphobia hindering him from saving the older hedgehog. The fox kit, however, knows that trying to touch his brother in this state is like touching a toaster in a bathtub filled with water. You don't touch it unless you have a death wish.

Much to his horror, he can't see anything that could get him close enough to his brother, let alone pull him out. Not without Surge's little lighting lake pulling him in as another victim.

He can't stop the source of the electric currents either because he has no way of defending himself from Surge. If he tries this time, she will target him instead. Sonic won't have enough time to get out of the water.

Tails had to do something. If only he'd stop shaking and staring at the flickering currents trapping his brother.

There had to be something he can do. If only he'd just snap out of it, and actually think of something.

Surge catches the hovering form of the blue rat's sidekick from the corner of her eye. He's not even trying to step in. He's just gawking at them uselessly. Without all those dumb gadgets, he can't do anything. The tenrec's pupils shrink with realization. This gives her the opening she needs to drive her message home.

To do what needs to be done.

She lunges at the convulsing blue hedgehog, screaming bloody murder.

"YOU DON'T GET IT! I was built to live in your shadow. It's in my blood, my bones, my BRAIN. There is no freedom for me..."

Her hands tighten around Sonic's throat, eliminating any chance he may have had left of getting air. The voltage invading the hedgehog's body kept him further restrained, allowing her to get a tighter grip on his windpipe without any pathetic attempts to fight back. Not that he can focus on that with his brain being fried. Her shark-toothed snarl is the only thing he can focus on as his vision dances to darkness.

"...NOT WHILE YOU'RE STILL ALIVE!"

The rainbow-like energy engulfing her body pulses with intensity thanks to the electricity flashing around her. However, Tails didn't shield his eyes from the energy's strong glare. He can't stop watching the scene unfold in front of him. The pounding in his chest urged him to dive down there and stop her. He know he had to, but something in his mind wouldn't let him. It kept him there in a helpless daze. His widened eyes match that of his older brother's.

The glass orbs in the dynamo cage glow a bright white before it suddenly shatters. With the glass no longer able to contain Surge's temporary power-ups, the five wisps emerge out. Their glow wasn't there, and their flight pattern was very wonky. To Tails' short-lived relief, however, none of them turned into nega wisps.

Surge stops sparking. The energy field around her dissipates. Her grip around Sonic's throat loosens. Her body drops face first into the water right next to Sonic. One of her hands lays close to his throat.

The wisps circle around the limp duo like a dim halo. Tails, snapping out of his trance, rushes over to his brother's aid.

"Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh--"

He lands next to the two fallen figures, stumbling onto his knees. His hyperventilating only made his coordination worse. He hastily pulls Surge off his brother, rolling her over onto her back. Before Tails can check for a pulse, he catches her chest rising and falling. He can only hope she didn't inhale too much water. Once he put Surge in a position where she wouldn't be able to inhale any more water, he scrambles over to Sonic's side.

The fox kit's heart plummets deep into the pit of his stomach. Sonic is decorated with bright red burns growing and branching out all across his skin like roots. The burns and fingerprints wrap around his neck in the sickeningly brightest shades of red. His mouth remains slightly agape. His muzzle has grown several shades paler with dull green eyes to complement it. His gaze never leaves the flickering white ceiling lights above.

"...Sonic...?"

Tails tries so hard to ignore the way his voice comes out barely above a whisper. The wisps surround them, getting a good look at their beloved blue hero, battered, burned and beaten black and blue. They look at Tails with doubt as one or two try to communicate something in their language. The fox knows what they're trying to tell him, but he knows better. Sonic will wake up, make some commentary about how that was shocking or gnarly or something, get up and get back into the fight. And all this will be done with a smile on his face.

It got harder to ignore the nausea bubbling in his stomach the longer the hedgehog's chest remains still. He's going to wake up. He has to wake up. He's done this so many times before. His brother has to be pulling a sick prank on him at this point if he's taking this long.

Tails calls out his name a few more times, each time getting louder and more desperate. He continues shaking his brother awake, begging him to wake up, His voice cracks more with each ignored plea. Not even his tears are doing anything to make his big brother answer him.

He places two fingers against Sonic's reddened neck, and all he felt is the skin losing its warmth.

No...

No, no, no!

There had to be a pulse. It's the adrenaline rushing at Tails' cold fingertips playing tricks. The pulse is just faint, that's all.

He did the only thing he could think of at this point: shake his brother awake with more force until the trembling of his voice made it impossible to get one more plead out. The boy threw himself at his brother's corpse, muffling his cries by pressing his face against his chest. The wisps circle around the sobbing kit clutching onto his big brother for dear life. There's nothing they can do but listen to Tails repeating Sonic's name over and over as if that will bring him back.

"Finally! Collect the dynamo cage and the tenrec!"

The unwanted sound of Eggman's voice commanding Metal Sonic breaks the kit out of his distress. Tails wanted to tell him off, to tell that cheater that this wasn't part of the deal. But the heavy lump in his throat wouldn't let him get any words out without the risk of breaking down again.

Fury burns in his lungs looking at the unconscious tenrec next to him. He doesn't see why he should even bother protecting Surge at this point. His brother's dead because of her.

No!

He promised Kit that he and Sonic would help them. Sonic would want to protect her from the doctor's clutches no matter what. Despite his fury burning hot, he inches closer to the unconscious tenrec. His body only partially hid her as he's adamant of keeping Sonic secure in his arms. He doesn't know how he's supposed to defend them and the wisps by himself. All he knows is that he'll do what he can to protect them.

Metal Sonic lunges at the group, only for a rush of water to rise up and slam the robot away. Tails looks up at a specific set of test tubes with a relieved, knowing look. Kit, no longer hiding between the tubes, hops down behind Dr. Eggman. Water tendrils slither around the fennec as he takes a few steps forward. His glowing magenta eyes are void of any emotion.

Eggman swivels in the boy's direction. He gets into a defensive position, but doesn't budge from his place.

"Stay out of this, you waterlogged whelp!"

Kit responds by merely lifting his hand up. Water tendrils sprout upon command. They proceed to coil around the doctor who can't help but yelp in surprise. Metal wasn't able to reach his creator before another set of tendrils wrap around his figure.

"What do you think you're doing? Unhand me, you little-- GRRK!"

The tendril squeezed the wind out of a raging Eggman before he could get another word out.

Water tendrils wrap around Tails who lets out a surprised yelp as he is abruptly snatched from his spot. He tries reaching out to Sonic only for his hands to be pulled away by the water around his wrist. He squirms in desperation when he feels his restraints coiling tightly around him. He tries to spin his namesakes, but to no avail.

"Kit!"

The water-bending fennec only acknowledges Sonic's sidekick with a passing glance in his direction. Tails can't pinpoint any sign of anger, disgust, or even sadness on the fennec's face. All that can be seen behind Kit's bangs is a pair of glowing magenta irises staring blankly at him. The water around him was rippling with rage, but everything in his body language is calm.

Menacingly calm.

"I know what's going on here. I've seen it before. Starline. Eggman. YOU. You're all the same. You don't need me or Surge. You WANT us. All that matters is what we can do, how you can change us. So you can prove that YOUR way is RIGHT. Surge killed Sonic just like she wanted. Now she can move on. And you don't have a purpose anymore. I'm going where I'm needed, and that's with Surge."

Everything that came out of Kit's mouth was spoken matter-of-factly. It leaves Tails with a chilling realization. They were never planning on calling it a truce with them. This was their plan all along, and they fell right into their trap.

With one set of tendrils, he brings Surge closer to him. With a flick of his hand, he sends another set to work on tearing apart the room piece by piece. The fennec watches the chaos unfold around him with a small unsettling smile. Every broken chunk of glass, concrete, and metal surrounding him left him with a startling sense of serenity. He wouldn't leave without delivering one final message to his enemies.

"I'll bury you all here along with our past."

Now that the water tendrils are no longer tampering with the room, everything began cascading down. Kit hovers out of the broken glass ceiling with Surge in his arms.

The water releases its grip on Tails. He scrambles to his feet, trying to maintain his footing. He panics upon realizing the wisps aren't with him. He tries to spot for any signs but only sees grey from the concrete and dust. From a distance, Tails catches Metal Sonic pushing Eggman up a slope. He had to give it to the man. He can run fast when his life depended on it.

"Such melodramatic histrionics... Faster, Metal!"

Tails turns around to find a familiar unconscious blue figure close by. Without thinking, he runs to Sonic. He can't leave his big brother like this.

But Sonic isn't waking up this time...

It hit him as he watches metal, glass, and concrete rain down on Sonic. There won't be any more jokes. No more quips, laughs, or reassurances that he was okay. Any hope left in the kit's chest is replaced with the suffocating truth.

Why did Tails think this time would be like all the other times?

At the other end of the room, Tails spots the five wisps. They're barely avoiding the raining debris while trying to stay together. Tail's mind screamed to go to them, but he feet refuse to cooperate. Everything moved slowly as he feels himself being overtaken by a whirlwind of thoughts.

If he leaves now, he'll be all alone again.

He doesn't want that life again.

He got so used to Sonic always being there with him, he can't imagine him ever leaving.

Maybe Tails doesn't have to be alone.

If he stays...

A roaring rumble from below snaps him out of his thoughts. The room is not going to hold for much longer. To his surprise, the wisps stayed in place. They're all giving him urgent looks. They want to get out of here now, but not without Tails...

He needed to get to the wisps and leave.

Now.

Whisper is waiting for them, and Belle is going to worry if no one returns soon.

With a heavy sigh and repressed tears, he flies over to the wisps, leaving Sonic to get buried in his new grave.

"Let's get out of here!"

The wisps cling onto Tails as he flies them through the raining debris. Even with five wisps on him, he has an easier time maneuvering past the raining rubble. That is until a fairly large chunk of concrete takes him by surprise and knocks him unconscious. The wisps wrap their tentacles around one part of the unconscious fox. Since they had no power to spare the fox, the wisps have to resort to being the ones to fly him out the old-school way. Even with five of them, they are straining themselves past their limit. They barely manage to dodge pieces of the ceiling.

A dark opening comes on sight. Getting a sudden burst of energy, they hightail it past the last bits of the rubble. They make sure to drop the fox kit gently before doing so themselves. The rumbling below overwhelms their senses for a moment before everything goes silent.

Right on cue, Tails groggily opens his eyes. He is greeted by a pounding in his head and the familiar silhouettes of five dimly colored wisps hovering around him, warbling their worries to the fox. He is exhausted in every way possible. All he wants right now is to go back to sleep and pretend this was just a nightmare. He'll wake up, and Sonic will be there like he should.

He slowly pulls himself up into a sitting position with the wisps' help. Every part of the kit is still shaky, including his breaths. He can't tell if it's nerves or the chill prickling his damp fur. Not that it makes much of a difference. He can't feel his legs, which doesn't bother him. He's not ready to stand up yet. It's taking all his energy just to stay sitting up. The wisps seem to be fine with that as some have clung onto him.

With his head in his arms, he bathes in the cold, dark, silence. Not even his soaked namesakes wrapped protectively around him can provide him warmth. That doesn't bother him. There's nothing and no one here left to bother him. No Eggman-

Come to think of it, Eggman and Metal Sonic got a head start in escaping and yet he's nowhere to be found. Tails hasn't seen hide, nor hair, nor metal. With Eggman, it would be impossible not to hear him. Could it be that they also...?

"Blah!"

Nevermind...

"Well, THAT was a waste of time..."

Eggman kicks away a large chunk of debris on top of him. Metal Sonic crawls out of the junk pile after his creator. Water drips off of both of them from head to toe. Metal is more or less indifferent to it, like usual. The doctor, on the other hand, is looking at his drenched lab coat sleeves with disdain.

"Metal, call ahead to the Eggperial City. I want a transport, a snack, and HOT BATH waiting for me when we get home. I have some important sulking to d-- Oh."

Eggman takes notice of the lone fox kit sitting with those meddling wisps, but no Sonic to be seen. Granted, he did see the whole pitiful display, including the damage done to the blue rodent. Under any other circumstances, the doctor knew they were as good as gone. But this is Sonic we're talking about here. He's cheated death an ungodly amount of times. If he's managed to survive having dark gaia energy in him or Infinite's illusions for half a year, then he very well could walk this off. Only this time the hedgehog actually bit off more than he can chew. And the worst part...

Eggman wasn't the one that succeeded in defeating that hedgehog.

"That duck-billed buffoon actually did it. He created an adversary that destroyed Sonic once and for all."

"And whose fault is that?"

Eggman scoffs.

"Don't give me that, now. I'm not the one who couldn't leave well enough alone! Starline should've known better than to think he can outdo me. I told him that I knew what I was doing, but no, he wouldn't listen."

"But YOU were the one who threw him out."

"That was perfectly well within reason!"

A switch went off in Tails' head.

"Reason?! You're the reason he created Surge and Kit! If you didn't throw him out, he wouldn't have found them. If you had just given him some recognition, he wouldn't have done all... THIS!"

"I made it very clear that I will not compromise my principles just for some kiss-up that didn't know his place. It's not my fault he couldn't get that through his head."

Tails looks at the man with disgust.

"What would YOU know about principles?"

"More than Sonic, it seems."

That got Tails to shut up real quick. Eggman took this as a sign to keep going.

"Everyone knows his principles revolve around freedom. What does he say? 'Freedom to go about his own way?' 'Live life the way you choose?' 'Free as the wind,' or something like that? Blech! Anyways, we all know how well that worked for him."

"Shut. Up-"

"Sonic ACTUALLY believed it would be a good idea to preach to Starline's little maniacs, of all people, about freedom, even when he knew they were conditioned to kill him. The idiot just wouldn't let it go. Both of us may refuse to compromise our principles, but that's the difference between us. My principles have kept me alive. His principles are the very reason he's gone."

"SHUT UP!"

Tails' chest tightens with every heave. His glaring blue eyes burn with more unshed tears. His lips drew back in a snarl, which only protruded the growing lump in his throat. Sonic's lifeless body flashes in the kit's mind.

'And you don't have a purpose anymore.'

This causes the kit to try growl, only for a whimper to come out of him instead. A whimper turns into a few choked sobs which unfurls into full-on sobbing.

Unable to spare the doctor another glance, he curls up into a little ball. The wisps are quick to come to Tails' side. They wrap their tentacles around the kit's trembling form, while warbling their condolences. Eggman and Metal leave the fox kit alone with the wisps, seeing as there is no point in reasoning with him in this state.

Kit's words repeat in his head like a broken cassette tape. The image of Sonic's glassy eyes won't go away. It makes him grit his teeth harder. The noise from the kit's throat came out as a mix between a growl and a scream, which worsened the pounding in his head. But he wants it to hurt. Maybe then the image of Sonic's lifeless eyes and the echoes of Kit's taunts will leave his head. It'll serve him right for being useless when Sonic needed him the most.

He just got Sonic back after six months of thinking he was dead. He swore that he'd be better, that he'd DO better. He wouldn't be a burden anymore. He wasn't going to run away or stand on the sidelines like with Infinite and every other crisis. He was going to be the little brother and sidekick Sonic needed. One that Sonic deserved. One that he can depend on.

But that's never going to happen.

Sonic's not coming back this time, and it's all his fault.

He almost had him, and he was right there.

#sonic the hedgehog #idw sonic #sonic idw #sonic and tails #tails the fox #miles tails prower #sonic #angst #electrocution #surge and kit #surge the tenrec #kit the fennec #attempted murder #kitsunami the fennec #tw: death #sth #dr. eggman #metal sonic #sonic angst #tw: murder #sonic fanfiction #sonic fanfic

[myymi]

Hii! I live your HC rants, so can you please tell me about any of your wholesome or unwholesome HCs about Tails? (Mainly angst please because angst is fuel)

Keep up the good work!

heyy!! 💛🌼✨

wholesome:

when listening to music, his tails will move along to the beat of the song playing without him realizing

when he’s tired, he finds his nearest sibling and just flops on top of them, they’re trapped now cause baby needs his sleep

he’ll talk about anything to anyone who’s willing to listen to him

he chases his tails when bored or frustrated

he’s really protective :] say smthn mean about his friends/family, you’re in for a fun ride

he keeps a calendar in his workshop that’s completely full of birthdays and other important events (wether that b important to him, or important to one of his friends <3)

he keeps literally every gift he’s given, no matter how bad or inexpensive it is. he cherishes EVERYTHING (he marks down who gave him what in a notebook, just in case he can’t remember)

the rest are under the cut, but read the tws first;

(TWs//child abandonment, past torment, war, death, kidnapping, ed)

angsty:

he has constant nightmares. whether they be from his past, one of times he’s been kidnapped, the war against infinite, etc.

when he first started running around with sonic, he would force himself to run/fly until he physically couldn’t pick himself up

the reason he froze up when faced with chaos zero is because he saw sonic’s “dead” body on the ground in front of him

he fully blamed himself for sonic getting captured by infinite, part of the reason he ran from the resistance was to punish himself. he thought he didn’t deserve to be near his loved ones, and was also a little scared he’d get them hurt too

he’s a little insecure still, even after all this time spent with sonic </3

he gets super scared when sonic isn’t back when he says he will be (scared that something might have happened to him, or that sonic decided to leave him for good)

he’s still got a lot of bad habits he picked up from his time on westside (randomly stops breathing, makes his tails morph into one when meeting new people, etc.)

he’s got tons of scars from the bullies on westside :(

he refuses to build anything that’s not useful in battle/everyday life unless it’s a gift for someone. he’s convinced everything he builds needs a use or purpose

he hates it when people tell him he’s “just a kid” because he doesn’t feel like a kid anymore (he never really has tbf)

he really enjoys doing things normal 8yos do, but is so incredibly embarrassed about it that he’d never let anyone besides sonic see him do it

when he first started tagging along on sonic’s adventures, he developed an eating disorder from over eating because his body wasn’t used to regularly digesting food </3

^due to that, it stunted his growth :( he's gonna be a little guy for the rest of his life

the bullies on westside caused so much pain to his tails, he can’t feel practically anything that touches them. they’re too usued to being pulled, stepped on, broke, etc.

he hid his astraphobia from sonic for a while because he was worried he’d be left behind because of it

(this is two hcs in one lol)

even though his parents abandoned him, he still loves them and actually misses them </3 and he hates that he does :(

#the angsty ones are pretty heavy but #the kid’s had a pretty rough so efiwbeifu #miles tails prower #tails the fox #sonic the hedgehog #sth #sonic hc

[hadraws-11]

This is Salem, she's my SDJ oc and wanted to redesign her, so i made this char chart thing (kinda?)

Anyways, it's not that different from the old design but i wanted to feel her more- complete, i guess? With a color palette, a signature outfit and all that 💜⭐

Here are some trivia of her:

Her name is Salem García, and she has hispanic heritage, that's why she can talk both english and spanish (tho her spanish is a bit rough).

He's comfortable with being called they, but his pronouns are she/her and he/him (both can be used anytime).

Unlike Ian, she didn't (or doesn't?) have abusive parents. Tho they weren't exactly good parents. The resume of the dynamic in her family is being cold to each other.

He wasn't that interested on Nick at first, but later he beginning development feelings for him.

She has an older brother. Tho they don't talk to each other.

She has astraphobia, and also insomnia.

She loves seafood and all kind of fish. Also she hates grapes, but doesn't mind wine (she likes it, actually).

(MORE TRIVIA, BUT THIS TW)

She has MDD since upper middle school, but didn't know 'till high school. She isn't medicated or getting therapy atm.

He practices SH and has scars on his arms because of it.

[Twitter] [Instagram]

#Something's Wrong With Sunny Day Jack #SDJ #SWWSDJ #Sunny Day Jack #SDJ OC #SWWSDJ OC #OC #MC #Original character #Sunshine #SDJ Sunshine #SnaccPop Studios #Digital Art #My Art #Hadraws

[pearlescent-soda]

☠️🐲//Elder Dragon Fear Headcanons

These are headcanons that go over what I believe the Elder Dragons biggest fears are without going into much detail. These are based off my previous headcanons about them, their clans, and their professions, and may seem OOC (Out of Character) to many, but it was fun to write nonetheless.

TW: Mentions of Fear, Mentions of Blood, Mentions of Death, Mentions of Violence, etc.

🎨Artisans:

Alban: Nothing

Alvar: Ophidiophobia, Fear of snakes

Argus: Agrizoophobia, Fear of wild animals

Astor: Cardiophobia, Fear of the heart (palpatations, pains, etc.)

Darius: Psellismophobia, Fear of stuttering

Delbin: Dentophobia, Fear of dentists

Devlin: Ataxophobia, Fear of disorder or untidiness

Gavin: Thermophobia, Fear of intolerance to hot temperatures

Gildas: Potophobia, Fear of drinking alcohol

Lindar: Apeirophobia, Fear of infinity, eternity, or the uncountable

Nestor: Asymmetriphobia, Fear of asymmetrical things

Nevin: Rhytiphobia, Fear of getting wrinkles

Nils: Anemophobia, Fear of wind or drafts

Oswin: Chiroptophobia, Fear of bats

Thor: Nothing

Tomas: Phasmophobia, Fear of ghosts

🛡️Peace Keepers:

Andor: Nothing

Asher: Ankylophobia, Fear of immobility of a joint

Boris: Iophobia, Fear of poison

Conan: Gamophobia, Fear of marriage

Enzo: Coulrophobia, Fear of clowns

Gunnar: Scotomaphobia. Fear of blindness, or spots in one's visual field

Halvor: Nothing

Ivor: Iatrophobia, Fear of doctors

Magnus: Kinemortophobia, Fear of zombies

Marco: Enochlophobia, Fear of crowds

Maximos: Ophidiophobia, Fear of snakes

Ragnar: Necrophobia, Fear of death or dead bodies

Titan: Soteriophobia, Fear of depending or becoming dependent on someone else

Todor: Agoraphobia, Fear of open places rather than enclosed

Trondo: Nostophobia, Fear of returning home

Ulric: Gelotophobia, Fear of being laughed at

✨️Magic Crafters:

Ajax: Arachnophobia, Fear of spiders

Altair: Nothing

Boldar: Anatidaephobia, Fear of ducks, geese or swans

Cedric: Scotomaphobia, Fear of blindness

Cosmos: Metathesiophobia, Fear of changes

Cyrus: Nothing

Eldrid: Musophobia, Fear of mice and rats

Hexus: Daemonophobia, Fear of demons

Jarvis: Bibliophobia, Fear or Hatred of books

Kelvin: Harpaxophobia, Fear of being robbed

Lucas: Mazeophobia, Fear of being lost

Zander: Maniaphobia, Fear of insanity

Zane: Teraphobia, Fear of monsters 

Zantor: Athazagoraphobia, Fear of being forgotten

🌺Beast Makers:

Bruno: Ecophobia, Fear of cataclysmic environmental change

Bubba: Isolophobia, Fear of solitude

Claude: Antlophobia, Fear of flooding,

Cleetus: Ablutophobia, Fear of bathing

Cyprin: Ptophobia, Fear of falling

Damon: Nothing

Isaak: Claustrophobia, Fear of confined spaces

Jed: Kynophobia, Fear of rabies

Lyle: Belonephobia, Fear of pins and needles

Rosco: Batrachophobia, Fear of amphibians

(Bonus) Red: Thanatophobia, Fear of death

Sadiki: Dystychiphobia, Fear of accidents

Zeke: Nothing

🌌Dream Weavers:

Apara: Claustrophobia, Fear of having no escape and being closed in

Azizi: Ligyrophobia, Fear of loud noises

Bakari: Arachibutyrophobia, Fear of peanut butter sticking to the roof of one's mouth

Baruti: Quadraphobia, Fear of the number four

Copano: Bogyphobia, Fear of bogeys or bogeymen

Kasiya: Symmetrophobia, Fear of symmetry

Kosoko: Pediculophobia, Fear of lice

Lateef: Nothing

Lutalo: Scelerophibia, Fear of burglars, robbers, or criminals

Mazi: Nothing

Mudada: Bathophobia, Fear of depth

Obasi: Haphephobia, Fear of touch

Revilo: Pyrophobia, Fear of fire

Unika: Nihilophobia, Fear of nothingness

Useni: Melissophobia, Fear of bees

Zikomo: Astraphobia, Fear of thunder and lightning

Image Sources: [x] [x] [x] [x] [x] Dividers by @baka-tsuki-2

#spyro reignited trilogy #spyro headcanon #Spyro headcanons #elder dragons #Spyro dragons #reignited trilogy #Fears #tw: fear #tw: death #tw: violence #classic spyro #spyro the dragon #spyro the reignited trilogy #elder dragon headcanons #dream weaver #artisans #peace keepers #beast makers #magic crafters

[babycatlix]

hi friends 💖

sorry i’ve been more MIA than usual. it’s finals week at my university, so that means we’ve been super busy since last friday helping all the design students print their final projects. i managed to escape on friday at 3pm, when i’m supposed to leave. but these last 2 days i've stayed late.

long post ahead and tw: talk about anxiety, panic attacks and trigger words. there will be a TL;DR at the end if the above tw triggers you in any way.

this week however, i’ve stayed late and it has only been 2 days of this and i am absolutely drained. today was terrible, i almost had a panic attack. there’s a project that i need to work on, that isn’t student related (it is university related), but i’m supposed to help the students that come in first. so i was trying to work on it little by little while there was space between students bc the job needs to be done by tomorrow afternoon.

but then when i was helping a student, the machine we use to make booklets wasn’t working. i was getting frustrated and had printed the booklet 5 times already, ruining each one as the machine kept jamming. then one of my managers went to change the paper in the printer i was using, without asking or saying anything (something we regularly do), and i guess i sounded more panicked than i intended, but her words made me panic more. she kept telling me to “relax” and “to chill out” i know her intention was to help and calm me down, but those are some of my trigger words and phrases. i could feel my anxiety building. usually, i just let the panic and anxiety attacks happen bc it helps me release tension. but i pushed it down this time, bc there really just wasn’t time for me to disappear for 10–30 minutes to have the panic attack. i did not address this with her as there really wasn’t time to and i know she didn’t mean any harm. but i also have this fear that if i tell ppl my trigger words, they’ll be used against me in the future. this has happened to me before and i am so much more cautious about doing it. i know it can help ppl navigate my anxiety, but i don’t feel comfortable doing this and i don’t want ppl walking on eggshells around me. 

anyway, the day went on, i didn’t get home until 6pm. my parents returned from their trip (which i was also anxious about) and i told them about my day. this is why i usually just let panic and anxiety attacks happen, bc as i was telling my parents, my anxiety bubbled up again and my dad was trying to be helpful, but he was just making me more anxious and i almost had the attack, which now would be an anxiety attack. i told him, “please stop giving me suggestions,” which he kindly did and said, “sorry, let me know if i can get you anything.” and he left me alone, which i greatly appreciated. i went to my room with my cat to try and decompress, maybe have the anxiety attack alone. instead, i took a short nap. i do feel a little better after a very quiet evening. 

i think what mostly happened when i had my almost panic attack was i was having noise overstimulation. the printers we use are very loud and when both are going, the fans are so loud, we frequently have to ask customers to speak up when they ask us questions by the printers. add in 5–10 students asking for help, talking, us talking and helping. oh and stress, lots of stress. i am learning that i have become very sensitive to sound. i’ve always been kind of sensitive to sound, i used to have extreme astraphobia (fear of thunder and lightning), i still do, but i used to scream and cry when it would thunder. it's not that bad now that i'm older, i’m just a little jumpy when thunder is really loud. i also have phonophobia (fear of loud noises), which was bad when i was younger, i couldn’t be in loud crowds, i would give myself panic attacks from how overwhelmed i was. these days, loud, unexpected noises make me jump and sometimes i cover my ears.

i’m not sure if my new sensitivity is due to being so close to the printer now, but my tinnitus is so much more noticeable these days and loud sounds make me jump more than usual. i noticed it more when i went to the movies over the weekend and the movie was too loud. that has never happened. at first when i thought this was my problem, i thought i was being dramatic, but going to the movies really solidified how i was feeling. the movie was still enjoyable, but it was just a little too loud for me. i’ve ordered some loop earplugs to hopefully help me with this new issue. 

TL;DR: work has been very overwhelming this week and i have become more sensitive to sound. 

it's totally okay if you didn't read any of that too. i'm just here talking into the void, it helps me decompress and better understand my anxiety.

i hope you're having a good week, stay safe out there, and stay hydrated my friends! 💖

#🐱 rambles

[xblasphcmia]

         ❝  I have this power inside me , I can barely understand . I just know .  ❞

                𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟⧸𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑒 : feyrah  ››  high fae / seer  ››  hande ercel .

❛❛   aesthetic .  ❜❜   ―   ◜   ❏  . ―   the sweetest taste coated on your tongue ,  fear in her eyes of the future yet to be told ; seeing and knowing too much is deemed a punishable crime in a society where the masses are comfortable in their blindfold  ,  she is a flower growing on the surface of moon . unique and mysterious, her beauty is a precious lovely gift on canvas of moon , her lips red as glittering ruby's and hair black as nights coal   , more than anything, within her features, there is a streak of wild quirkiness that made her dazzlingly attractive. . ⸻  tw : death tw  , murder tw , suicidal tw .

🇦​🇵​🇵​🇱​🇮​🇨​🇦​🇹​🇮​🇴​🇳  ››

―   ◜   ❏  . ―  ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .   the  continent  welcomes  FEYRAH   of  THE NIGHT  COURT,  the  BAR OWNER  of  THE NIGHT COURT.   when  the   HIGH FAE /  SEER    is  glamoured,   she   bear(s)  a  resemblance  to  HANDE ERCEL.   the  30  /  35   year  old  CIS WOMAN  is  reputed  to  be  CLEVER  and  PASSIONATE ,  but  a  decade  of  war  has  left  them  DISTANT  and  STUBBORN.  whispers  throughout  prythian  claim  that  their  allegiance  lies  with  THE NIGHT  COURT,   where  they  conspire  to  PREVENT ANYMORE DEATHS .    ⸻  .  

🇧​🇦​🇸​🇮​🇨​🇸  ››

FULL NAME﹕ feyrah .

D.O.B﹕ september 21st .

AGE﹕ 30/35 .

ZODIAC﹕ virgo .

GENDER﹕ cis  female .

PRONOUNS﹕ she /  her .

OCCUPATION﹕ owner of the iris bar .

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION﹕ heteroromantic .

SEXUAL ORIENTATION﹕ heterosexual .

STATUS﹕ unmated .

ABILITIES﹕ Seers are a rare type of Fae that is able to predict the future through visions. They are able to sense and experience things others cannot and therefore are very valuable to those in the presence of one. .

LOYALTIES﹕ the night court .

🇧​🇦​🇨​🇰​🇬​🇷​🇴​🇺​🇳​🇩 ​ ››

BIRTHPLACE﹕ the night court .

HOMETOWN﹕ hewn City .

SOCIAL CLASS﹕ middle lower class .

FATHER﹕ deceased .

MOTHER﹕ deceased .

SIBLING(S)﹕ n/a .

🇦​🇵​🇵​🇪​🇦​🇷​🇦​🇳​🇨​🇪​ ​ ››

FACECLAIM﹕ hande ercel .

EYE COLOR﹕ deep amber-brown .

HAIR COLOR﹕ brown .

BUILD﹕ slim .

HEIGHT﹕ 5′ 6″ .

WEIGHT﹕ 55 kg .

🇵​🇸​🇾​🇨​🇭​🇴​🇱​🇴​🇬​🇾​ ​ ››

MORAL ALIGNMENT﹕ true neutral .

TEMPERAMENT﹕ sanguine .

DEADLY SIN﹕ lust .

HOGWART HOUSE﹕ ravenclaw .

ELEMENT﹕ water .

PRIMARY INTELLIGENCE TYPE﹕ naturalist .

MENTAL CONDITIONS / DISORDERS﹕ tba .

EMOTIONAL STABILITY﹕ somewhat holding on .

PHOBIA(S)﹕ astraphobia  .

ALCOHOL USE﹕ socially

PRONE TO VIOLENCE?﹕ rarely .

HABITS﹕ hiding whenever she’s in pain and telling people she is fine .

DRIVES / MOTIVATIONS﹕ the people she cares for .

FEARS﹕ losing those she loves  .

🇧​🇮​🇴  ››

―  feyrah was born as an only child to selin and mustafa , a small family and owner of the iris bar . they lived a very happy and loving life and would go out as a family all the time. feyrah would especially helped tend to her mother’s garden .  however, when feyrah was 10 years old, she would witness her mother’s death during a small trip they took . weeks prior to her mother’s murder , feyrah would dream of it and cry to her mother about the nightmares she had . how the rain came down and the sound of thunder would roar throughout the sky and the blood that stained her dress .  around this time is when she developed her fear of thunder storms and lighting .

― soon after, her father , mustafa , fell into a deep depression, to such an extent that he neglected feyrah ; she didn’t check up on her, didn’t care for her, and didn’t talk to her.  mustafa was convinced that selin was waiting for him, so with the thought of committing suicide in order to be reunited with his beloved mate , mustafa would often go out to selin’s garden . after he abandoned her, feyrah’s grandfather was the only one who checked up on her and helped tend the bar . feyrah would often help out as much as she could .   

―  mustafa eventually snapped out his near-suicidal state when he saw a little girl interact with her mother when he was about to kill himself, that had reminded him of feyrah . after he realized that his daughter still needed him, he rushed home and as he arrived there, feyrah welcomed him home with a smile, the same way selin used to welcome him home. mustafa broke down in tears and pulled feyrah into a hug, apologizing to her over and over. 

―  following this event, mustafa lived with the thought of raising feyrah well and never abandoning her again. they were extremely close and spent much time together, and mustafa shaped much of feyrah’s character by the wisdom he shared with her. it around her teens that he began to notice feyrah’s behavior at times .  how she will randomly speak in what appear to be riddles. realizing his own daughter to be a seer . of course being a seer was rare . this lead to feyrah being called crazy or even shunned in thinking something was wrong with her . especially when she started getting violent visions. 

―   wanting to protect her he only trusted a few with this information of her being a seer. she predicted the war that came . the deaths that were coming including her own father’s . not wanting him to join the fight and knowing what waited for him . the war were hard for her . the older she grew the stronger her powers grew .  especially when witnessing death . nightmares that were coming true . waking up in places she wasn’t suppose to be . knowing she went to sleep in her bed the night before . she’s not sure what to do at times but had helped some avoid her dreams from coming true . at least , the ones that wouldn’t impact the possible future . soon the war would come to an end . Feyrah had taken over her father’s bar and made it her own . news of the lives lost were told to the families yet feyrah already knew of her father’s passing . she witnessed it even if it was through a vision plenty of times . 

―  she hopes for peace . she doesn't want to see another war to come. so much lives lost and for what ? what is the point of this war that cost so many their lives and for those who survived that grew up with her . now saw the girl who was once called crazy or odd in another light . whether its good or bad is a question only they can answer . 

#prythian.intro

[sarilolla]

Could you do a request where maybe scout witnesses Riley’s Astraphobia and tries to comfort her

Hi, sorry this took some time, I have had a busy few days... Your requests were very similar, so I decided to combine them; therefore, this one-shot is also a bit longer than normal requests. You both wanted Riley and her astraphobia, so I hope it's alright with you both that Scout is here and that it's in my Bee au :) So here is Scout comforting Riley, set in the future of my Bee au (don't worry, there are no spoilers for the story in this one-shot)

No one could have stopped me from using Bohemian Rhapsody lyrics for the title of this one

Thunderbolts and lightning, very, very frightening me

Request - 1760 words TW: Astraphobia (fear of thunder and lightning)

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Scout enjoyed storms. The darkness that engulfed the sky. The pitter-pattering of rain hitting the crosswalk, roof, and windows. The flashes of bright light, and then the anticipation of waiting for the thunder to roll by. It was fun.

It could become boring after a while though. While it was fun, she wanted to do something while it was thundering. She couldn't watch any electronics, as Bee insisted that everything had to be plugged out. So Bee had gotten her an old cd player ages ago, which ran on batteries. It was an old and clunky thing, but at least she had lots of music and audiobooks she could listen to.

Sitting on the windowsill in the living room, still not yet bored with the approaching dark clouds, Scout was counting between the lightning flashes and the thunder. There was still a lot of time between them, but it was getting closer.

She was surprised out of her counting as she heard a small yelp behind her, turning around to see Riley just as another roll of thunder was heard.

“Oh hey, Riley. What's up?”

The air between them was still weird, but hey, they were working on it. Riley looked somewhat shaken, and it took a moment before she replied.

“I was just looking for Daisy or Bee… Are they here?”

“No, they went out shopping. Daisy needed ingredients for a very specific pie she wanted to make, Nick needed new sculpting materials, and Mortimer just tagged along, but he'll probably look for some new tea. And Bee is the only one of us who can drive and has money, so…”

Riley looked pretty disappointed at that, “I see. Any idea when they will be back?”

“Nope. Might take them a bit longer than usual, driving around in the rain and such. It's gonna be a pretty long storm, after all, which is why Bee unplugged everything electronic before they left.”

Riley looked even more dissatisfied with that, opening her mouth to say something just as another flash of light lit up the window.

Scout turned to the window again, missing how the light spooked the scientist. She started counting again, and as the roll of thunder came, it was much closer than before. Turning back to where Riley had stood, she didn't see her at first, before seeing her crouching on the floor, leaning heavily on the side of the couch.

Curious, she jumped down from the windowsill, ignoring the steps Bee had put on the side so she could move up and down there safely. Moving through the room, she soon saw Riley.

Riley was sitting down, holding her knees up to her head, shaking ever so slightly.

What? What was she supposed to do?

“Hey, you okay?”

A couple of seconds later, a choked-out “No” came from Riley, who whimpered as another thunderous boom came by.

Sitting down in front of Riley, Scout looked to see if the scientist would be willing to be asked more questions. It was clear she wasn't doing good, but how the hell could Scout help?

“The rain is going to continue for a while, but I think the storm part of it is going to move by pretty soon.”

Riley didn't answer, just took a shuddering breath, which made the tiny puppet suspect the older one was crying. She chose not to try and test that theory.

“You don't like the storm, do you?”

“What made you think that?” The sarcasm still held, but from the way her voice was shaking, she was not doing good.

“Normally the big and mighty Riley Ruckus doesn't cover behind the couch, so I made an estimated guess,” Scout bit back, but there wasn't really any anger in it.

They continued sitting in silence, Riley flinching whenever another boom echoed in the house.

It was a kinda sad sight if she was honest, so Scout decided to make a plan. She wasn't the best with comforting, that was mainly Bee's or Daisy's job. Which was also probably why Riley had asked for them…

Jumping up from where she was sitting, she gave Riley a “wait here”, before raising upstairs. Looking into the only open door, which was Bee and her room, she looked at the two giant creatures laying on the floor. They had heard her going up the stairs, so they were now slightly awake from their sleepy little cuddle session.

“Milo, Rosco, I need help. There's a storm, Riley's scared, the others are not home, and I have a small idea of something that might help.”

The two dogs stood up, ready for whatever she was saying.

Downstairs, Riley was still curled up by the couch. Scout had disappeared a tiny bit ago, but for the scientist, it had been ages. Sure, they still didn't have the best relationship, but she didn't like being alone, especially in weather like this.

She had been in her room, going over some of the notes she had made when talking to Percy about his work. It was classified as “magical medicine”, but most people just called them potions. They were highly interesting and useful, she had seen them being used firsthand. There was nothing quite like getting to work on your own thing when practically everyone else wouldn't disturb you, so Riley had thought today would be nice and peaceful.

A large boom had thrown her out of her peaceful studying, causing her to almost smudge an important part of the paper. Finally noticing the weather outside, she felt panic rise in her as she saw it was raining. She had moved downstairs to find just Scout, and the others were gone.

Silent tears ran down her cheeks, but she rubbed them away as she heard Scout come back downstairs with Rosco and Milo in tow. Carefully looking up, Rosco greeted her with a muffled bark, having a blanket in his mouth.

“What-”

“We're making a blanket fort!”

She blinked at Scout, who was beaming at her.

“Where did you get all this from?”

“Bee has a big box filled with blankets and pillows, I just took stuff from there.”

Still confused, Riley figured it was best to just go with it. Slowly standing up, she followed Scout around the couch. Both Rosco and Scout were dragging stuff over, and Milo was in a large humanoid form actually building the stuff.

“I forget he can do that…”

“Yeah, it usually creeps Bee out, so he doesn't do it, but he wanted to help and this is the best way.”

Riley kept watching as the fort took form. It was fairly big, with enough room for the four of them once Milo switched back into his dog-like form.

“Why are you doing this?”

“To distract you from the storm.”

Oh. That was oddly nice. Scout wanted to help.

“I kinda figured you were scared, so… No judgment, of course.”

“Yes, I do have astraphobia.”

Scout just blinked at her, so Riley added, “Astraphobia is the fear of lightning and thunder.”

“Oh. I didn’t think you had any phobias.”

“I do. Still no judging?” She asked, raising her eyebrow.

Scout shook her head, “No judging. I have a phobia of blood, after all.”

“So, hemophobia?”

Scout shrugged, “If that’s what it’s called, sure.”

She turned to the r blanket fort, deeming it ready.

“Okay, it’s done. You guys can enter and I’ll go get my cd player.”

The tiny puppet was gone before Riley could ask why they needed a cd player, but decided to enter the fort as more thunder could be heard. Rosco followed her, the fort holding up even as he bumped into one of the blanket walls.

The small space was oddly comfy, with big pillows, and some blankets, and Scout had even placed a couple of fake candles in there so they could see. Sitting down and leaning against her giant dog, Riley could finally feel like she was calming down.

A bit later, Scout and Milo entered the fort, the dog creature holding an old cd player in his mouth, while Scout was holding a cd.

“So, I was trying to look for some good music and audiobooks, and then I remembered you like Tolkien, so I brought the first Lord of the rings book.”

Scout sounded a bit sheepish, but it didn't seem like she was making fun of Riley. The scientist was touched that the smaller one had even remembered, but was a tad bit embarrassed.

“Yes, I like his works.”

Scout fixed the cd player, reading it for the audiobook.

“Where did you first hear about it? The books, I mean.”

“I… I had a copy of it, back at the studio. I really enjoyed it, and pathetically enough thought it was fact, but alas.”

“That's not pathetic though. There's so much magic both in our world and the one Tolkien made, I would also not be sure what was real or just fiction.”

Scout's reassurance helped slightly, so they started playing the audiobook, occasionally giving commentary here and there.

“Why do you have this on audiobook, by the way?”

Riley asked around 15 minutes into the book.

“I struggle a lot with reading, and Bee can’t always read for me, so this was the best option.”

“I see.”

“Plus, I manage to get through a lot more books like this, so it’s a win-win.”

They went quiet again, as the audiobook continued. After an hour, they couldn’t hear any thunder anymore, so they paused a bit to get something to drink.

When they continued, it didn’t take long before Scout fell asleep, and Riley did nothing to wake her.

Not long after the rest of the group came home, surprised at the sight of the living room.

“What are you doing?” Daisy asked, peering into the fort, seeing Riley leaning on a dozing Rosco, and Scout leaning on Milo, both asleep.

“I am listening to Lord of the Rings. Scout is asleep.”

Riley said easily, as if there was nothing weird about seeing her and Scout together in a friendly moment.

“Why’s there a blanket fort here then?”

“Scout found out about my astraphobia, so she, Milo, and Rosco made this to distract me from the storm.”

Daisy apologized for not being there, but Riley waved her off, “I can't expect you to always be here. At least I know now that Scout won’t make fun of me for liking Tolkien.”

“That’s nice. I’m gonna go help Bee with groceries and tell the others not to disturb.”

“Thank you, Daisy.”

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Another one-shot done, I really enjoyed this one, I love writing fluff, and Riley and Scout is one of my favorite duos^^

#hello puppets #hello puppets fic #sarilolla´s writing #request from tumblr

[amarnoban]

𝘿𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚. 𝙒𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛  𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢.

                                              𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓

❨－－𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ∖❩

NAME: Amara Kamon Manoban NICKNAME(s): Riri, Amie, Kamie. AGE: Twenty-two   BIRTHDAY: January 30th, 2000 BIRTHPLACE: London, England  ETHNICITY: Thai NATIONALITY: Thai   GENDER / PRONOUNS: Female / She, her ORIENTATION: Heterosexual OCCUATION: Photographer /  Executive Assistant   LANGUAGES(s) SPOKEN:  English, Chinese, French and Thai

❨－－𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ∖❩

BIRTH PARENTS : Chaeo Manoban ( mother / deceased ), Phakdi Manoban ( father / alive ) BIRTH SIBLING(s): Sirichai Manoban ( older brother ), Ruethai Manoban ( older brother ).   EXTENDED FAMILY: Somkhit Manoban ( stepmother ), Taworn Manoban ( uncle / father’s side ), Vimol Manoban ( aunt / mother’s side ).  PET(s):

Cleo, the british shorthair cat given to her as a birthday gift. 

❨－－𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ∖❩

FACECLAIM: Fah Yongwaree HAIR COLOR: Dark Brown  EYE COLOR: Dark Brown HEIGHT: 5'7'' WEIGHT: 110 lbs BUILD: Slim   TATTOOS: None.   PIERCINGS: Ear piercings ( lobe, upper lobe, helix )

❨－－𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ∖❩

POSITIVE TRAITS: Bright, Calm, Adaptable, Compassionate, Creative, Gentle NEGATIVE TRAITS: Stubborn, Silly, Secretive, Self Conscious, Quiet  FEARS: Astraphobia.   HOBBIES: Fashion Design, Calligraphy, Photography, Traveling  HABITS: Twirling rings around her fingers, the ability to fall asleep anywhere, chewing the tip of a pen or pencil.

❨－－𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ∖❩

TW: Death 

Out of the three Manoban children, it was Amara who was born away from home. At the time, health complications had forced Chaeo away from her other two children. Sadly, only one of them would return in Thailand where the children where put under the care of their grandmother until they were of an age where they could be sent away and get the best education their father could afford. 

Sent in boarding schools in France only made the siblings come closer. No matter what, it was them against the world, though Amara never understood why their dad always favoured her brothers ( and even though at some point she understood why ) she never held that against them. They went to the best schools, had everything they needed and more but lacked one thing; the warmth. 

When her brothers moved back to Thailand to help their father with the company, Amara followed a year later in hopes they could embrace her and accept her ideas. Little did she know, that not only their dad wasn’t interested, but he seemed to appreciate his new wife’s ideas more. Taking the decision to just move on and do what she loves, Amara picked up her camera and did what she knew best; started taking photos and created a blog to help travellers with their trips in Asia.  

To this day, Amara is helping her brothers in secret with ideas, or issues in the company. They take the credit -- but she’s happy knowing they count on her and care for her opinion.

❨－－𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 ∖❩

It was during one of these trips, when she met Klaus. ( @klcus​ ) A coffee accident at the airport was embarrassing enough, but Amara never expected to see that same guy on the same plane as the pilot. The same pilot that sent her a complimentary coffee as a way to apologise -- and asked her out for dinner. 

The same pilot that for the past three years, had been a constant in her life. Klaus quickly became her best friend, the reason behind her smile. Making plans to travel all over the world, where they could be together, taking photos and enjoying their time together was one of their dreams. 

But all good things to an end... or at least that is the feelings Amara had for a couple of months. It first started with missed texts and calls, missed dinners, not having enough time to show up and go on a date or stay over for a few days to see her. What was the cherry on top, was when he missed her birthday -- all because of work. Gathering the few belongings she had to his place, Amara distanced herself.

Still, ending things with Klaus without giving him another chance, never crossed her mind. As confusing as it was, she agreed on making it to the WILL THEY OR WON’T THEY in hopes to make it work. 

#( ⎯⎯ introduction. ) #realityintro #honestly i have no idea what i am doing with half of my intros?? but here you go!!

[mayxlee]

❝ 𝘿𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚. 𝙒𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙                                𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢. ❞

                          𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 / 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓

❨－－𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ∖❩

NAME: Maya Ying-Yue Lee NICKNAME(s): May, Yi AGE: Thirty-Two BIRTHDAY: Unknown, but documents claim it’s December 16th, 1992 BIRTHPLACE: Nanjing, Jiangsu, China HOMETOWN: Providence Peak, Colorado ETHNICITY: Chinese NATIONALITY: American / Chinese   GENDER / PRONOUNS: Female / She, her ORIENTATION: Heterosexual OCCUPATION: Costume Designer and Online Business Owner   LANGUAGES(s) SPOKEN:  English, Chinese, Korean and Spanish 

❨－－𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ∖❩

ADOPTIVE PARENTS: Paul and Harper Lee BIRTH PARENTS: Unknown   ADOPTED SIBLING(s): Lillian Lee, Alice Lee,  Josie Lee,  Roman Lee  *Names can later change  BIRTH SIBLING(s): Unknown   EXTENDED FAMILY: George Lee ( uncle / father’s side ), Ryan Lee ( uncle / father’s side ), Amy Lee ( aunt / father’s side ), Stella Howard ( aunt / mother’s side ).   PET(s):

Loki, the black family poodle.

Benji, the mixed breed beauty Maya recently adopted.

Milo, the one-eyed cat who followed her right into the house and never left.

❨－－𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ∖❩

FACECLAIM: Ni Ni   HAIR COLOR: Black EYE COLOR: Dark Brown HEIGHT: 5'7'' WEIGHT: 110 lbs BUILD: Slim   TATTOOS: None.   PIERCINGS: Ear piercings ( lobe, upper lobe, helix )

❨－－𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ∖❩

POSITIVE TRAITS: Bright, Calm, Adaptable, Compassionate, Creative, Gentle NEGATIVE TRAITS: Stubborn, Silly, Secretive, Self Conscious FEARS: Astraphobia.   HOBBIES: Fashion Design, Calligraphy, Cooking, Hiking, Daydreaming HABITS: Twirling rings around her fingers, the ability to fall asleep anywhere, chewing the tip of a pen or pencil.

❨－－𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ∖❩

TW: CHILD ABANDONMENT / ADOPTION /  CANCER / DEATH

Born in Nanjing, China, Maya was one of the many babies abandoned because of the one child policy. Of course, she was considered one of the lucky ones, as whoever gave her away that cold December night, had chosen a state orphanage to become the newborn’s new home. Known for the relatively better conditions, Maya stood lucky for a second time -- as she never came to know the hardships of of orphanage life. When she was only a few months old, the Lee family traveled to China, in hopes of adopting a child and baby Maya captured their heart; coming back to the United States as a family of three. In the years to follow, the Lees would adopt four more children, completing their dreams of a large happy family.

Ever since she could remember herself, Maya was happy. The Lees were devoted parents, trying to teach their children how blood was not all a family needed to be complete and in a great extend, they achieved exactly that. Growing up with strong values, Maya and her sisters would also attend Chinese school three times a week, as their parents wanted to make sure that the girls would have a better understanding about were they came from; as well as the right tools if they ever decided to find their birth parents. A big part of their life was all about accepting their past, and embracing their future. Everything came crushing down, when Maya was sixteen and her father was diagnosed with cancer. That didn’t seem to break the family dynamic, as the doctors were optimistic. Paul was strong, he was young -- he would make it. And truly, he fought the disease for years, seeing two of his girls graduating with honours and then passing peacefully in his sleep; leaving the family devastated.

Before Maya could deal with the loss properly, she was off to New York to study fashion designing, and thus, keeping the promise she made to her dad. The city was quite different and this was not the life the young adult was used to. People were not friendly, her roommates would make her life hell and the competition with other classmates would keep her up at night. This continued for a few years, until there was a breakthrough that changed her life. Taking up a project for a film production, Maya never expected that her clothes would catch the right attention, with more deals coming her way to the point she would constantly be busy in her small studio.

With her own apartment, and work to keep her busy, Maya was hopeful and more positive. She was in love -- she had a few friends that seemed to genuinely care. Things seemed to fall in track or that’s the impression she had, until the day she came back to find her then fiancé in bed with another woman. Packing her stuff, she didn’t think twice before leaving New York and returning back home. With no explanation toward why her engagement failed, or why she decided to take a break from work and focus on remodelling a cabin in Bighorn Hills, Maya kept quiet and has only recently went back to feeling like herself again. 

❨－－𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 ∖❩

Prefers designing period clothing and for that reason she has a lot of history books for research. 

Her online business runs on personalised items, and Maya chooses whether to take up special requests for dresses. 

When inspiration hits, you’ll see her pull out a sketchbook and start working. If she’s at home, then May will drop anything she’s doing to put her ideas on paper.

Has gotten drunk once and got so embarrassed she has a one drink rule now.

Will not engage in a physical fight, as this girl can’t fight for her life. Surprisingly, her dad has taught her how to shoot and her aim is excellent.

She’s a very active person. Will definitely start her day by going jogging with her dog.  

With the news that China lifted the one child policy, Maya couldn’t help but feel more curious about her birth parents. She put her plans to visit and find more information on hold because of work.

#providence.intro #hii guys!!! i'm excited to be back!!

[paper-star-ships]

The Storm and The Funeral Director🔆

A/N: I've been writing this fic too long 😭😭 I had to get it out of my drafts 💀 SUMMARY: Filly is rattled by a thunderstorm and needs comfort. Eric reflects on that. TW: Astraphobia, panic attacks

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Eric knew Filly was brave—it took a brave kind of person to abandon everything and move themselves to a tiny island with a single village in the middle of the English Channel, and an even braver person to tell off Lady Templar for flirting with her boyfriend (a scene he still thought about when he drifted off into daydreaming, sometimes). Eric didn’t think he’d seen anything really shake Filly before. 

Before now, that is. 

Because now, she was shaken, and shaking actively, breathing in strangled half-breaths while stray tears ran down her cheeks. Thunder barked outside like a rabid dog, shaking the earth and threatening to tear open the sky while hail beat against the distant walls of the lounge area, and Eric sat on the ground near the lit fireplace with Filly curled up in his lap. With every new noise she shook harder in his arms, clinging to him like a lifeline and burying her face in his chest to hide. 

“Shh shh, it’s alright-“ He wasn’t actually sure if she could hear him over the strikes of thunder outside, but she must’ve felt the vibration of his words through his chest, because she stilled to listen when he spoke. “You’re okay, it’s all fine.” 

He hated seeing her this way. He’d arrived only a couple minutes later than he’d promised—Mr. Pherris’s funeral had run long, and he had offered to walk the vicar home—but she’d practically yanked him into the house once he’d announced his arrival, babbling fearfully about how worried she’d been. Somehow they’d ended up on the floor of the living room in front of the fireplace; him cross-legged, her curled up in his lap.

Tomorrow he would feel guilty, and even now the passing thought of making her breakfast and spending the day with her made the weight in his chest feel more bearable, but for now he would focus on the panic attack still gripping her like a vice. 

He knew she liked the rain—he never guessed she’d be afraid of storms. 

“I’m- I’m not afraid of storms.” They were the first words she’d said in the last several minutes, and they were wet with tears and shaky with lack of breath. Eric hadn’t meant to say that aloud, but he raised a brow nonetheless. 

“There’s nothing wrong with it,” He said. “Astraphobia is one of the most common phobias there is.” 

“I’m not afraid.” She said again. “I just-“ A loud clap of thunder interrupted her speech, and she yelped as the lights flickered, pulling tightly at the handfuls of his shirt already balled up in her shaking fists. “I don’t like them, I don’t like loud noises!” 

“Hey, hey, easy now…” His voice was soft and soothing, and he rubbed slow circles in her back while he spoke. “Alright, you’re not afraid. It’s okay to be anxious, then.” 

She shook her head, though feebly, scrunching up her messy curls against his—by now, very wrinkled—button-up and mumbling something. 

“Sorry? Didn’t quite catch that.” 

She shifted so his shirt wasn’t obscuring her words, but didn’t leave the safety of his chest or uncurl her fists. “My body is panicking. I’m just the one who has to deal with the consequences.” 

If there was one thing she was good at, it was arguing semantics, Eric thought. It was probably an annoying trait to have, but it made him smile despite himself, leaning his cheek on her head and doing his best to encase her in his arms. “You’re right.” 

At that, she lifted her head, aiming her wet eyes curiously at him as best she could. “You never say I’m right.”

“You often are.” 

“I always am,” She said, and quickly added, “especially when it comes to you.”

“Huh. Humble too, I suppose?”

“You just never say it.”

“Don’t I?”

“No.” 

“I’m sure I say it pretty often.” 

She smiled, and he thought, finally. “You never say I’m right.” 

“Well, here you go: You’re right Filly. You are often right about things.” 

“Thank you.” 

“It’s been a pleasure.” 

“I’m sure.” And she leaned her head wearily on his shoulder as the sound of thunder began to ebb away outside. 

The violence of the storm seemed to leave the island as quickly as it had appeared; soon enough the only sound heard through the walls was heavy rain beating unforgiving against the rooftop. Filly made no move to leave Eric’s lap, nor to shift her head from his shoulder or uncurl her fists from his shirt. Eric, in turn, gave no indication that she should move now that the scary part of the storm had passed. He just kept on rocking methodically back and forth and rubbing calming circles in her back as she slowly righted her breathing pattern to something more manageable. 

“What is that?”

The words were slightly muffled through his shirt again, though more understandable this time. “What?”

“That song. The music you were humming.” 

Oh. He hadn’t realized he’d been humming. Where was his head tonight? 

“I don’t know,” He said honestly. “I wasn’t paying attention.” 

“It sounded familiar. A song by The Oh Hellos, I think.” 

He hummed. “You’d know better than I would.” 

She hummed right back, uncurling her right hand to tap a thoughtful–and somewhat ticklish–pattern on his collarbone. After a moment, she spoke up again;

“‘I Have Made Mistakes’.”

“Sorry?” 

“The song-” She leaned away–just enough to look at him with newly-dry eyes–and the recognition showed on her face. “The song you were humming. That was ‘I Have Made Mistakes’, by The Oh Hellos.” 

He blinked at her for a moment, unsure how to respond to this new information. “Ah.” 

“I knew it sounded familiar.” She leaned back onto his shoulder again, this time leaning on her cheek and speaking towards his neck. “I like that song.”

The softness of her voice, or perhaps the breath on his neck, made him shiver. Probably both, he decided, turning to press a chaste kiss to her hair. “You do. You have wonderful taste in music.”

She let out a one-note laugh that, in her rather exhausted state, sounded more like a scoff than anything else. “You’re such a kiss-up.” She shifted then, wrapping her arms loosely around his neck and draping herself securely over him in a kind of lazy hug. “You’re right though.” 

He chuckled softly, rolling his eyes. “Oh really? You never say I’m right.” 

A tired giggle sounded just behind his ear, and he smiled as she began to fidget with her feet; a sure sign she was nearly back to being herself again. “You are. Sometimes.” 

“You never say it though.” 

“I’m sure I say it pretty often.” She said, doing a silly impression of him only minutes before that made him chuckle despite himself. 

“You never say I’m right.” 

He expected her to concede then, following the script of their earlier conversation; instead, she pulled back from her position draped over his shoulder, shifting until her knees were poised between his own, her back straightened until he had to look up to meet her eyes. His hands fell away as she moved, hovering pointedly around her hips before dropping to his sides. This was an angle he hadn’t seen since the storm began, when he walked through the front door and into the whirlwind of her panic. He’d gotten a small glimpse of the trepidation on her face before she’d buried herself into his chest; the fear corrupting normally warm stoney-blue eyes, the tears threatening to spill onto her cheeks, her lips pulled taught in a frustrated frown. Now he was seeing the outcome of all that having played out already; eyes greyer than normal, as though the tears had washed away some of the color, cheeks red and puffy from crying, lips set in a tired, but thoughtful line, dark curls framing the sides of her face as she looked down at him. 

She reached up her right hand slowly, and he was so focused on her face that he flinched minutely when it made contact with his cheek, relaxing when the pad of her thumb began tracing soothing lines onto his skin. 

“You’re often wrong.” She said, the words slipping from her lips like velvet ribbons–so quiet that the last word dissipated into a gravelly whisper. She let a deep breath pass through her, her chest barely grazing his own and causing a shiver to run up his spine at the contact. It felt as if all the warmth and cheerfulness had been exhausted for the time being, leaving only the tender love and care that she normally reserved for quieter moments between the two of them. 

Eric loved this side of Filly. It was almost a muted kind of love in comparison to her more boisterous showings of affection, but it was a kind of love only Eric got to see. If he let his mind wander long enough, he might think it belonged to him, even. He didn’t let his mind wander that far though, for fear that she would know what he was thinking somehow. 

She did have quite the knack for that, to be fair. 

The padding of her thumb on his cheek stopped. She reached up her other hand to tuck a stray blonde strand behind his ear, causing a shiver to pass through him again (It took a shameful amount of mental and physical effort to stifle this one). 

“I’ll let you know if you’re right.” 

The words were so soft, he thought he probably wouldn’t have heard them if they’d been anymore than a couple inches apart. 

He swallowed. “Looking forward to it.” 

Her look of exhaustion suddenly melted away, broken by an uneven grin as her thumb started moving on his cheek again, and something in his chest relaxed. She leaned in with the grace of a swan, pressing that crooked grin firm against his lips with a hand on either side of his face. He leaned into the motion with a dazed kind of eagerness, his hands catching her hips in a desperate hold, so that when she pulled away they were closer than before. 

She grinned at him, still holding his face like a delicate thing, and pressed a second, shorter kiss to his lips before pulling away again. 

“You’re pretty.” 

He blinked, a little red-faced and dazed. “Hm?” 

She chuckled. “You. You’re pretty.” As if to emphasize this point, she tapped the tip of his nose with her finger and fell back into his lap, leaning heavily back into his chest. 

It seemed some of her boisterous energy was returning then, he thought with both relief and a little longing. There was still something shaky in her eyes, and exhaustion still clung to her unrelenting, but she was smiling now. Poking fun. Flirting. 

She’d be alright after a good night's rest, he thought.

“Right,” He said, clearing his throat to try and rid himself of that lovely little daze she put him under. “How about we get you to bed, hm?” 

She let out a dissatisfied hum, resting her cheek back onto his shoulder. “...No. Not yet.” 

He raised a brow, wrapping his arms fully around her. “Are you sure?”

She hesitated, taking a deep breath that tickled his neck and sent yet another shiver coursing through him. “I… I don’t want to sleep.” 

She was a puzzle he might never solve, he suddenly thought; and though the thought came unbidden and unexpected, he felt in his heart that it was almost certainly true.

“That’s okay,” He said, rubbing slow circles on her back again. “We can just sit here a while longer.”

She seemed to relax a little at that, resting her head on his shoulder and curling in on herself as if to hide from the world a little longer. 

#txt.eric #txt.filly📚 #rom.mr and mrs sunshine🔆 #<3 #I started this fic in march of last year 💀💀