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i’m fucking crying
dabi is so hot
I don't know:( it's so fucking late and it's STILL 21°C outside
how is anyone supposed to sleep. in these temprachures
If I don’t brush my I have not showered teeth within the next in two months two hours I will LITERALLY DIE
1. Luc attempts to kiss Oliver w/o consent. He does apologize however it feels ungenuine due to his later actions. During the scene, he villainizes Oliver for not wanting to kiss:
“Oliver collided with one of the potted plants outside the restaurant, just about managing to grab it before it came crashing down. Which basically meant he’d spent more time voluntarily touching a ficus than he had me,” (Hall, Ch 8).
We are meant to laugh at Luc’s misfortune at this moment. He has comically bad luck which adds humor to his terrible situation. However, in doing so, he villainizes Oliver by making it seem like he finds Luc gross or untouchable. After this, he proceeds to verbally ridicule Oliver over it:
“’It was a kiss,’ I [Luc] said, with a nonchalance I was far from feeling. ‘Why? Haven’t you [Oliver] had one before? People sometimes exchange them on dates,’” (Hall, Ch 8).
He is minimizing Oliver’s reaction by making it seem like his lack of interest in kissing Luc is socially unacceptable and weird. He is literally shaming him. He does this on multiple occasions in THE SAME conversation:
“’But please don’t kiss me [Oliver] again. Not on the mouth anyway.’ ‘Why? Are you Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman?’ His blush deepened. ‘No. I simply prefer to reserve that intimacy for people I actually like,’ (Hall, Ch 8).
He is calling Oliver a prude for not wanting to kiss him and blaming the awkward situation he caused.
2. I realize that Luc is supposed to be a cynical and sarcastic character, which is fine. Flaws like those are important to well-rounded characters. However, in the same conversation directly after the scene above, Luc thinks this:
“He [Oliver] was never going to call me Lucien again, was he? He was going to respect my wishes like some kind of arsehole,” (Hall, Ch 8).
I cannot express how tone-deaf this line is. It’s genuinely disgusting.
3. Luc realizes what he has done is wrong and even explicitly calls it SA:
“’It was awful. We have nothing in common. I [Luc] think I might have sexually assaulted him [Oliver]. But we are going to pretend we’re both desperate,’” (Hall, Ch 9).
This excerpt highlights the hopeless situation Luc has found himself in. It is played as humorous as seen in Bridget’s reply:
“’I knew you’d work it out,’” (Hall, Ch 9).
The irony is that the situation didn’t really “work out.” Furthermore, the situation is continued to be played as funny and Oliver is blamed and minimalized:
“’I [Luc] attacked him [Oliver] with my lips and he was so repulsed he jumped into a potted plant.’ ‘Maybe he was surprised.’ ‘I was surprised when you guys threw me a surprise birthday party. [...] But I didn’t pull away in horror, saying I only go to parties with people I like. [...] replace go to parties with kiss.’ [...] She sighed. ‘Oliver, Oliver. What are you doing?’” (Hall Ch 9).
Luc refers to the unsolicited kiss as “attacking him with my lips” which is meant to put a funny light on the situation. The wording is clearly meant to be laughed at. When Luc explains Oliver setting boundaries and telling Luc not to kiss him, Bridget reprimands him. She makes it sound like Oliver is the one who messed the situation up and should have kissed Luc despite being uncomfortable with it.
4. Oliver has physically and verbally rejected any romantic or sexual passes from Luc. However, Luc continues to cross these boundaries that Oliver has set.
“‘Yeah, you’re [Oliver] supposed to just wear the bottoms, and have them hanging low on your hips, displaying your perfectly chiseled V-cut.’ [...] I [Luc] thought about this for a moment. ‘Are you saying you have a perfectly chiseled V-cut?’ ‘I’m not sure that’s any of your business.’ ‘What if someone asks? I should know for verisimilitude.’ The corners of his mouth twitched slightly. ‘You can say I’m a gentleman and we haven’t gotten that far,’“ (Hall Ch 14).
Luc makes another pass here. He shuts down Luc’s comments by saying it is none of his business. When Luc continues to press, Oliver shuts him down again. The problem here is that they have shared jokes of a sexual nature before. However, this time the tone is very different. Oliver is clearly uninterested in pursuing the conversation. Despite his obvious uncomfortably, Luc continuously brings it up.
“Come evening, he’d [Oliver] check in before and after hitting the gym, and diligently ignore my request for updates on his V-cut,” (Hall Ch 15).
Even after getting shut down, he continues to break boundaries.
5. Given everything he knows about Oliver and his adverse nature to a sexual relationship with Luc, Luc still decides it’s appropriate to suggest having sex.
“‘Why don’t we have sex?’ His [Oliver] mouth twisted quizzically. ‘I don’t think that would be appropriate at a fundraiser.’ [...] ‘No. I mean, like now.’ ‘I beg your pardon?’“ (Hall 19).
At this point, it is just sexual harassment. Oliver is not interested but Luc just continues to ignore the signs. To make matters worse, he gets defensive and portrays Oliver as the problem in the situation. He makes it seem like Oliver is obliged to take up the offer and is strange for rejecting it.
“‘Jesus, Oliver.’ I [Luc] rolled my eyes. ‘Who responds to a come-on with I beg your pardon?’ ‘That wasn’t a come-on. That was... I don’t even know what it was.’ [...] ‘Okay. Bad idea. You asked how we could be more comfortable touching in public, and I came up with a situation. Excuse me for thinking outside of the box,’ (Hall Ch 19).
Luc becomes snarky and defensive when his pass is shot down like it is a personal offense. Luc doesn’t care about Oliver’s personal boundaries, he is merely interested in serving his own pleasures.
6. Oliver tells Luc that he isn’t interested in one-night stands:
“I [Oliver] realize you [Luc] did not meet me when I was at the pinnacle of my self-esteem, but it still takes more to get me into bed than ‘Why don’t we have sex. I mean, like now’ ‘We had dinner first.’ ‘Dinner at which you freely admit you were a dick to me and to your friends,’ (Hall Ch 19).
This is a personal opinion he is entirely entitled to have and Luc should respect. However, his response is entirely unwarranted:
“‘Tell you [Oliver] what. Let’s stop talking about how much you don’t want to have sex with me.’ ‘I’m sorry,’“ (Hall Ch 19).
Luc took Oliver pointing out his mistakes personally when Luc was clearly in the wrong. He turned himself into the victim by making the situation about how Luc is not sexually attractive. Oliver ends up apologizing when he shouldn’t feel bad for having sexual boundaries.
7. Luc is a hypersexual character which is entirely fine. However, despite him having a deep sexual interest, he is unable to accept other peoples’ sexual preferences.
“‘I [Oliver] know it’s unfashionable, but I don’t think sex is something you should do just because it’s convenient.’ ‘Why? Is everyone supposed to wait until they’ve got this deep, meaningful connection and can gaze into each other’s eyes while they make tender love by an open fire?’ He visibly unsoftened,” (Hall, Ch 19).
Rather than simply accepting Oliver’s preferences, Luc goes out of his way to insult him about it. And by his body language, Oliver is clearly upset about it. Luc can’t seem to grasp the idea that his every sexual whim can’t be met and people aren’t going to want everything he does. It’s frankly childish.
This book actively made me a hater
Idk why, but I just wanted to post something…
ok alice's domain was very transgender of her obviously but why was sam there... samama khalid egg moments
Everyone please check out tensluv- on Wattpad to see if they reposted your fic without permission.
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These are some of the authors I’ve noticed on there, but many others 💖
Headcanons for lil bby Kurt! (and Hummels) pt 1
In no particular order:
Kurt was an “oops” baby. He was certainly wanted, but not planned. The Hummels had to quickly move homes because they lived in a one bedroom house.
They were married a year (in their early twenties) when they found out Elizabeth was pregnant.
Elizabeth was a painter and tailor. She made money by doing commissions, like murals for the city or seaming wedding dresses.
It was also just Burt and Elizabeth (my headcanon name for his mom). Elizabeth’s parents didn’t like Burt because he was blue-collar, and Burt’s parents were old and gone by the time Kurt was 2.
He was also two weeks early. Burt was working in the mechanic shop to until he got the call. He had been working on the underside of a car, got the call, slid out so fast and was out the door in 3 minutes, the employees who still work for him tell Kurt that story all the time.
He was going to be a Burt Jr, but It was actually Burt’s idea for him to be Kurt, because their first date was to a screening of Sound of Music at a drive in. They decided to give him his mother’s middle name so he had a piece of each of them in his name.
In his baby/toddler years, Kurt was a very judgmental baby. It wasn’t that he hated everyone, but he preferred his parents. He was still very giggly though.
Kurt had a million interests as a child. He loved musicals and dance, but he also loved watching his dad work and would watch him work on cars with big eyes.
His favorite outfit as a toddler was a mini version of the Hummel Tires and Lube coveralls + a tutu. An interesting choice, but it made him happy.
Elizabeth would make her clothes in a way-she’d get pieces from shops, and then change them to how she wanted them. This is what inspired Kurt.
Kurt’s first job was working in the tire shop. Their favorite thing to do was to was when a jerk customer thought that Kurt didn’t know what he was talking about (or just being a jerk in general), one of the employees would come over to help, say “What do you need, Mr. Hummel?” and watch the customer’s cogs spin in his head until he figured it out.
𝕁𝕖𝕟’𝕤 𝔾𝕝𝕖𝕖 𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
2 • 2x06 - Never Been Kissed
“Prejudice is just ignorance, Kurt”
I am this close 🤏 to getting sick of smuts. Like come on, where's the angsty little fluff fanfics??? I swore there were many fics to read w that genre and now its almost like every time i scroll its all 90% smuts.
hey guys (looks dead into the circuit board of a 🤖)
just a reminder that I would SERIOUSLY appreciate it if 🟧⬛ bots, 🌿 bots or literally any bot impersonating people from 🍉 that need ACTUAL HELP to take donations could stop following me 😭😭🙏
like, no,,, I DON'T CARE about your '18+ Freaky Oiled Up No Clothes 🍑😜🍆🍒' discord server, no, I DON'T want to know about your $125 weed sales, and WHY DO SO MANY PEOPLE WITH THE NAME 'Alzan' use the SAME PHRASING WHEN THEY ASK FOR HELP FROM GAZA???
Moral of the story, leave me alone 🥲
Sheriff Stilinski said Derek had complicated feelings about the Jeep. That he took it and kept working on it, put it back together piece by piece... why!? Jeff Davis you absolute shit. Give us Eli with no explanation, no mother, a weird fixation with the Jeep that his father ALSO had a weird fixation with (and complicate feelings about!?), a total Grandpa vibe from Noah... and he didn't want us saying he is Stiles's kid!? Really???
I think I just lost 3 years of my life because I was FREAKING OUT due to Robb’s latest bot not working.
I don’t know what happened, I’m not even sure if I ever want to know. But now it works!
Enjoy!!💚
Im gonna say it:
Some fans want to control the narrative when it comes to uplifting their fave in the batfamily by bashing their least favorite character. And all because some of the latter's fans are being mean by writing "angsty woobie fics," where their fave is either the villain, or simply just forgotten.
And no, this isn't just about one specific character, but all of them.
... i just find it strange some fans are up in arms over fanfiction. ( ￣-￣) Shit that isnt even canon, when the comics are right there?
(I just know I'm gonna get an angry message or an angry reblog to this.)
"Character As ex gf, C, is bffs with her exs new bf, B. They both gossip and trashtalk character A on a regular basis, and its so funny-"
(Me, who has seen how that kinda scenario ends several times in real life, or a story that isnt two dimensiona):
★"A This is not a drill. Containment breach detected.
Repeat: CODE RED!"★
I fucking hate you (affectionate)
Something Borrowed, Something Kept
A/N: I'm still working on finishing my next chapter of "When the World Breaks," so for now, have a little drabble I wrote I while back as a little something for Tails's birthday <3 Happy Birthday, Tails! This takes place between Chemical Plant Zone and Aquatic Ruin Zone in Sonic 2.
Sonic finally found a clothing closet in the city near the chemical plant. While he’d managed to coax Tails into the now defunct factory thanks to the lack of organic persons, the city had taken a level of patience Sonic wasn’t yet equipped with. So far food seemed to motivate the kid, though Sonic had to admit he had certain feelings about convincing him to do things by promising extra snacks. Having to “be good” to justify being fed wasn’t something he was about. As long as he had the means of getting them both some food, he was going to make sure Tails had enough to eat and he didn’t want him to ever doubt that.
Tails stuck close as Sonic rummaged through the children’s selection of clothes. It was a free service, run exclusively by volunteers, so it wasn’t always as quick and easy to find things Sonic was in the market for. This clothing closet at least tried to organize the mobian clothes by animal, but it was still tedious picking through the different sizes. Sonic grabbed himself a newer pair of sneakers with decent treads first. He didn’t need a new coat this winter, he’d purposefully picked one he could grow into last year and it was just starting to fit properly, if still a little long in the torso.
Then he could focus on finding stuff for his little tagalong. He took the shoe that seemed to fit Tails’s foot better—one was clearly too small, and it was good he used his tails to keep up because Sonic could only imagine the blisters he’d get if he had to run with it—and used it as a reference to figure out what his size was. Tails padded after him in his socks, occasionally ducking under clothes racks. The first time he did it, Sonic immediately parted the garments to arch a brow at him. Tails squeaked and scampered out, immediately diving into the center of another rack. Sonic stared after him for a beat, then it clicked.
He wanted to play.
After that, he’d stroll past the racks, whistling to himself and casually scanning the donation center in search of Tails. His twin fox tails were always poking out, so he never truly lost sight of him, and they wagged happily every time Sonic got closer. He’d lull him into a false sense of security, let him think he’d escaped detection, then he’d zip back and throw open the clothes like a curtain, his devious grin making the little guy gasp with delight before scurrying off again.
It made the shopping take longer than it needed to, but it was kinda fun seeing Tails act like an actual kid.
Of course, acting like an actual kid also meant trying on the clothes was an actual nightmare. The shoes weren’t so bad, Tails wasn’t bad at trying shoes on. He found and got immediately attached to a pair of red and white sneakers that didn’t look so different from the pair Sonic picked out. They were a little big for him, but that’d be fine. He could grow into them, like the borrowed gloves Sonic was letting him wear. They’d just find a way to secure them around his ankles so they wouldn’t fall off.
Since picking out shoes had been a snap, Sonic assumed Tails would be just as agreeable when it came to his coat.
That had been a mistake.
Whenever Tails lashed out, it was clear that it came from a place of self-preservation and Sonic could understand that. But he was doing everything right here. He wasn’t moving too fast, he didn’t grab him, he didn’t get too close. They’d just been having a fun time playing around in the clothing racks until they got a dirty look from one of the volunteers and had to rein in it.
The second Sonic held out a coat to Tails though, he might as well have asked the kid to cut off a tail.
He balked; staring at the article of clothing with the same amount of disdain he'd shown Robotnik when they chased him out of the chemical plant. He backed away and shook his head when Sonic motioned for him to take it. Sonic frowned and Tails frowned right back.
Though he was fluffier than Sonic, his fur was still really patchy from months of poor nutrition and grooming. His full winter coat hadn't come in yet even though it was December, still too scraggly to offer much protection. Sonic really didn't want to have to deal with a sick fox kit as a result. One, he didn't know the first thing about caring for one, and two, it sounded like the most uncool thing ever. It definitely wasn't something he'd signed up for, and it was bound to happen if Tails got too cold. Sonic had experienced his fair share of sick days when he’d first started traveling on his own thanks to fluctuations in temperature he’d never been exposed to before. He couldn’t think of a lamer way to waste time.
Sonic pointed at the coat and tapped his foot impatiently. Tails turned his nose up at it. With a tch, Sonic rolled his eyes, then snatched Tails by the wrist. A set of sharp, baby fox teeth sank into his hand, but he ignored the pain as he wrestled one of Tails's arms through the coat. With a gasp, Tails released him to stare in horror at the fabric covering his arm. Sonic took the opportunity to slip his other arm through, then took hold of the lapels so he could zip it up.
There. Sonic stood back, hands on his hips as he looked it over in triumph. It was baggy around the shoulders, but it would give him room to grow into it. It was red, too, like his sneakers. Sonic thought he'd appreciate that since he seemed to like the shoes so much.
But tears collected in Tails's eyes, all the mutinous anger gone in the face of what Sonic could only describe as complete and utter misery. The tears tracked down his cheeks slowly, ears plastered to his head as he fidgeted and tugged at the coat like it was constricting him, both tails limp and dragging on the ground.
Aw, jeez. Sonic winced, quills bristling as he recoiled at the sight of his tears. It was only a matter of time, really, he supposed. Little kids cried for any number of reasons. Of course he hadn't been so lucky as to find and kinda befriend the only one that didn't.
Tails continued to tug at the coat, his breathing shaky as his chest rattled with each inhale. But he wasn't trying to make a scene. Wasn't throwing a fit. He was just…
Uncomfortable.
Sonic's ears and tail drooped. Of course Tails wouldn't be used to wearing clothes. The sensation of something as heavy as a winter coat was probably pretty weird. And he didn't like being trapped or confined, which Sonic could absolutely sympathize with. Coats could feel a little restrictive—all clothes did really, and Sonic preferred being as aerodynamic as possible for speed's sake. The drag of clothes on the wind was a real drag.
So it wasn't like he didn't get it. If he didn't have to wear a coat himself, he wouldn't. But there was snow on the ground and it was the practical thing to do if they were going to keep traveling in search of the Chaos Emeralds and Robotnik’s bases for the next few weeks.
Besides, how many times had Sonic been forced to do something for his own good even if he'd hated it? How often had he listened to other kids in the orphanage cry as their wants were ignored in favor of their needs? Though if the adults around them had just listened…
Sonic rubbed a fist over his chest, averting his gaze guiltily as the soft sniffles filled the silence between them. He couldn't do it. Okay, kid, I hear ya loud and clear. With a sigh, Sonic stepped back into Tails's space and unzipped the coat.
Tails sniffed again, teary eyes watching his hands as he eased the coat open and off his shoulders. Once he was free of it, he blinked up at Sonic. He hung it back up on the hanger and tucked it out of sight, then dusted his hands of it like it was a job well-done.
Tails shuffled his feet and used the back of his borrowed glove to wipe at his nose. Well, maybe not so much borrowed now. Kid could keep it. A genuine smile still curved his muzzle as he offered Tails a thumbs up. We good?
After a beat of consideration, Tails nodded and returned the gesture with his own thumbs up. Sonic heaved a huge sigh of relief, making a show of wiping imaginary sweat from his brow. It might’ve been a bit over-the-top, but it got a giggle out of Tails and that was the goal. With a wink, Sonic picked up their new shoes and led the way out of the clothing closet.
They could deal with winter clothes another day. For now, Sonic was more than ready for some piping hot chili dogs to end the day on a high note. And he needed to stock up on some more of those free mints.
—
Don’t say I told you so. Don’t say I told you so. Don’t say I told you so.
Tails sneezed.
Sonic sighed and stopped running, kicking up a light dusting of snow as he did. He hadn’t been going that fast, snow had a habit of slowing him down, but he still had to wait a minute for Tails to catch up. He shoved his paws in his coat pockets and tapped his foot in the fresh powder as he looked back over his shoulder. Tails trotted up to him, little body shivering too much to properly spin his tails to keep up.
But he was smiling. Sniffling from the cold and rubbing his arms with his gloved paws, ankle deep in the snow with his new shoes and thick socks. Complaining looked to be the farthest thing from the little guy’s mind.
Sonic exhaled loudly and shook his head, breath clouding in front of him. Tails perked up, both tails giving jerky little wags as he opened his own mouth as wide as he could and made his own puff of air. Sonic grinned, then crouched down and beckoned Tails closer with his finger. He came, head tilted curiously. Holding open both of his hands, Sonic nodded for Tails to place his paws between them.
Hesitation crept into his eyes, though it wasn’t necessarily mistrust that he looked at him with. He was still curious, wondering just what Sonic was trying to do, so he offered his paws to him and watched as he sandwiched them between his own. Leaving a sliver of an opening between his thumbs, Sonic leaned in and blew warm air over his paws, then rubbed firmly to keep his circulation pumping. Twin tails perked straight up, his fur puffing up a bit in surprise and Sonic had to bite back a laugh. Tails relaxed though when Sonic blew again, a happy hum escaping him as he soaked up the warmth.
Sonic sat back and gave him a thumbs up. Okay?
Tails gave him a thumbs up back. Okay!
Then he sneezed again.
Sonic hung his head, then glanced up at the clouds as snow continued to drift down gently. It was gonna stick around for a while, it seemed. Tails rubbed at his nose with the back of his glove, then cupped his paws in front of his muzzle and breathed over them just like Sonic had. His gaze snapped up when he heard the pull of a zipper, eyes wide as Sonic shrugged off his jacket.
He draped it over Tails’s shoulders before he could skitter away, guiding his arms through the too-long sleeves. The dark green jacket nearly swallowed the little fox. Sonic snickered as he zipped up the jacket to Tails’s chin, then sat back and looked him over. Tails stared at the baggy sleeves, his paws hidden inside them. With a tch, Sonic rolled up the cuffs to free his hands.
Better. There were two slits in the back for his quills that would let in a draft, but it was at least something to keep him warm. Bonus was that this jacket didn’t seem to upset him like the one he’d tried on at the clothing closet had.
“You good?” Sonic signed to him properly, one of the most basic ones they’d learned so far.
Tails looked over his shoulder at the two gaps in the back, mouth parted in a stunned little “o.” Right, the breeze probably felt a little funny. Sonic tapped his chin as he considered ways to cinch the slits shut. Tape maybe? The tape they’d used for his gloves and socks seemed to be holding as temporary measures.
Sonic’s quills rose fast when the happiest yip filled the air. He blinked at Tails as he slid each tail into the holes of the jacket, the perfect size for them to fit. They wagged quickly, free to wiggle about as they pleased. Tails beamed at the sight of them, then shone that bright smile on Sonic.
“It’s good!” he signed enthusiastically. “Thank you!”
Sonic smiled back, a laugh tickling the back of his throat as he reached out to ruffle Tails’s fur atop his head. You’re welcome, the gesture was meant to say. Along with, you sure are something else, kid.
So he’d be fine with an extra big coat with room for his tails to stick out. Good to know.
Though Sonic had a feeling this coat was about to become yet another something borrowed that wound up something kept. Ah, well. In the grand scheme of things, he found he was pretty okay with that.
Having thoughts about Nine.
I dont think they're taking the show this way but im having Sonic and Nine feelings so headcanon rambling fic thing idk i just have A LOT OF FEELINGS OK!
Sonic loves tails. I know in the show they're 'best friends' but we all know they're brothers, ok? Ok good.
We know that no matter the version, the dimension Sonic will do anything for Tails and with the way they're setting up Nines character arc of a loner who discovers friendship has got me thinking about how sonic is going to leave the dystopian universe and start his journey to the others.
Because i can see a universe where he's reluctant to go
The portal rages before Sonic. Throwing blue, red and white light around them all as it fights the very fabric of reality. This will be his first step to fixing this whole paradox mess. To fix his mistake.
Right at the edge of the portal he stops. Only to turn around and march right back to Nine
"Come with me" he says holding out his hand, determination burning so strong in his voice it's nearly a real physical warmth.
"I'll fix this whole paradox mess and you'll either get your memories back or I'll have two little buddys, it's win-win right?"
Nines eyes well with surprise, glossing over before a subdued look of fondness takes over his face.
"That's not how this works Sonic"
"Why not?" It's a demand as he unconsciously draws closer to the kid. His kid, his little brother no matter the universe.
"I'm here aren't I? If it's about the energy thing, you built these devices for my gloves and shoes to fix that. You could do it again for yourself!"
There's silence in the room. Even with the portal raging mere feet away the world narrows to just the two of them
Slowly, Hesitantly Nines hand wraps around sonics. Lifting his head with a soft eyes
Sonic expression brightens. His ears perk with happiness and eyes light up with excitement as he looks at Nine. And Nine smiles back.
He looks happy. He looks like Tails.
Suddenly Nine lunges forward into a hug. Sending them both back a few steps as sonic fumbles quickly to steady them and wrap his arms around the little fox in return
"Thank you Sonic"
Chuckling softly, Sonic ducks his face into the top of Nines fluffy head. Cradling him tightly in his arms.
"Nah kid don't thank me. I'm just sorry you were alone for so long. But not anymore Alright? Not while i'm around"
He can feel Nines back tremble softly as the fur on his chest becomes damp. Cueing Him to squeeze the kid a little harder before pulling back, Just enough to see Nines face
"So, what do you say little buddy?"
Nine turns his face up to meet Sonics. Fur wet with tears but eyes filled with a determination all his own and a smile as real as any his Tails had given him before.
And he shoves Sonic as hard as he can
for a moment the world stops.
"NINE!" wrenches itself out of Sonic's throat as he falls.
"Find me again" is choked out. Echoing throughout the swirling vortex after him. Nines silhouette slowly smudging away
"Find your Tails and love him for me ok?"
Because if there's one thing about Tails I think would be consistent throughout every universe is that given the chance he'll always love Sonic back. And he'll want to protect him.
Even if that means having to give him up. If he has to send him away to protect him from himself, Tails will do it. Even if it might kill him.
Here's Nine alone, abandoned, Abused. So convinced of the world's evil he's decided it's not even worth it to try. It's safer never to try. And he's right to an extent.
And it occurs to Nine that this is too good to be true. Because sonic has to go and he can't follow.
Because here's everything he's told himself he didn't need!, Someone who says he knows him!, Who loves him unconditionally!, one person in the whole world who loves him despite his self imagined flaws!
From the first moment they met it was an adventure! A wild ride one dangerous turn after another and there are more people now! The rebels with knuckles and Rouge.
Rusty (because there's no way Sonic wont win her over too) The world is so much bigger and brighter now and it's because of Sonic!
The instinct to save him even after he'd attacked the hedgehog. The heartbreak in his eyes when he didn't know who he was. And it's the overwhelming love in everything Sonic does from the bickering to simply trying to make Nine smile that really solidifies it for him.
This dorky weirdo who broke into his workshop and got them kidnapped. Who gushes about his inventions and tries to cheer him up with hair-brained ideas. bickering and laughing with him without a second thought. He Loves Nine…..
He loves Tails…..
There's a version of himself out there who grew up with this person so full of love. He'll be needing him back.
And Nine can't go with him.
Its their day! it's Dickory day! 🥺💗
I found out today that i am the exact height of 5 party size Doritos Bags.
For fun: If Mashirao Ojiro was your S/O, which sappy petname would you most likely call him in private?
Based on all the names I've called Ojiro to my actual S/O
The entirety of the Mha community
y’all ever see a piece of fan content about your favorite character that is so horrifically different from what you personally believe and you just
can we all agree that pressing foreheads together is an underrated act of affection??
i always mean it when i say i love you btw
We've all gotten just a bit too comfortable being jerks to strangers on the internet I think
"I'm your biggest fan !"
WRONG !!!! MY FATHER IS🔥🔥💪💪💪🔥💪🔥
(He liked my drawing so much that he printed it for himself :3)