but would you mind not amy

anonymous asked:

MY IDOL MAYRA , so i was wondering how would you feel about writing a jealous!sonic which leads into feelings being revealed;);) ((so au ! I know but i can't resist)) if you don't mind ofc, have an amazing day ur da coolest 😎😎

ofc? Out of character? I’m quite a stickler for character, but I try and find plausible ways the characters can stay true to themselves and also develop where AU’s can be possible. I think I can make this plausible, leading it into some deep AU (aka shipping crap xD) but I’ll do my best to keep everyone in character until that AU transition is over :) Sound good? lol


“I could, take you home, if you want?”

This boy had been flirting with Amy the whole adventure, and she had tried to be polite and just laugh it off like she didn’t realize it, but over time she began to get shyly embarrassed by it.

What made it worse was Sonic was RIGHT THERE and didn’t DO ANYTHING to stop it!

She was furious that he was so close, and yet, let this creep keep trying!

“Ehem, um… well…” she scooting more towards Sonic, having his arms folded, looking away and up at the sky.

He wasn’t looking at anything in particular, but what Amy didn’t know was that him being so close to keep the guy in line…

He had tried to convince the dude, indirectly, so to speak… that Amy only loved him and him alone, and no one could change her mind.

“Well… that’s probably because she’s never known real love before.”

That pompous statement sent a fire through his veins like he never knew before, and ever since then, he hasn’t let the guy be alone with Amy.

That creep wasn’t going to lay a HAND on her if he had anything to say about it.

However… just like, Amy, Sonic was also misreading her reactions too.

Her shy getaway act and not answering him directly made him nervous… he wondered if Amy really was being wooed by this confident… freak-a-zoid!

He needed him due to him being the only one who knew the exact location of the hidden village with the new mineral ore that Eggman was using to make his latest machines.

Apparently, being the only one who escaped, he was able to find Sonic and the team to tell them his people were being enslaved by Eggman to mine in the ore for him, having his robots supervise them as a threat to not step out of line.

Amy looked up to Sonic, but he interpreted that as her thinking, not so much her indirect, plea in body language to say, “HELP ME.”

He looked away, worried that she might actually go with someone who seemed to like her over himself…

He looked down.

Amy misread that as he was letting her go, and her heart nearly broke at his expression.

His eyes scanned the ground, before he gave a cold look to the boy across from him.

‘…I can’t just let him take her! Can I..?’ His heart was hurting, pretty badly actually, that he was just letting this all happen.

He bore his teeth and looked away again, turning his head slightly back to the ground.

‘It’s Amy’s life… it’s her decision.. I … I shouldn’t interfere.’

He was about to turn completely away, leave Amy to make the decision for herself, as he tightened his selfish fists to try and not make a dash at the dude, knock him out, and whisk Amy away.

‘What is this!? What’s happening to me!? I’m so mad! I could just..!’ he lifted his fists up, about to take a step away, as he faced Amy with his back.

She truly thought he was shunning her away, leaving her to this guy’s awkward flirting.

But why?

‘Sonic would never be this cruel…’ she thought to herself, her arms outstretched to him weakly,… as if not knowing if it was okay to ask for help or even for him to stay…

She felt more comfortable that she wasn’t alone with this guy… but if Sonic left.

‘I’ve never felt so selfish in my life!’ Sonic almost felt his jaw and head ache from the force he was pushing onto his teeth.

‘I want her to not like him. I want her to stay with me. By me. Beside me… Ahhh! I can’t just let her fall for another dude!’

He swiped his head a moment, back and forth, but Amy took that as he was telling her not to resist, or not to come any closer.

In desperation… she leaped.

Sonic’s eyes shot open and widened, leaning his head slowly up as he felt her arms around his waist, gripping his stomach as she trembled, her head ducked down and bent with tears.


He doesn’t really recollect what happened to him after that.

All of a sudden, like instinct, he pulled her close and pushed in front of her, holding her like the most precious possession in the world, and glaring at the dude.

“She’s got a ride.” he scooped her up, not even thinking as he spoke, and walked away. “Always.”

The guy blinked, not sure what all that indirect communication was about.

“Uhh…uhh… okay?”

He seemed to realize that Amy wouldn’t ever go for him, and sighed, letting the two escape.

Amy was so taken aback, not only did he respond quickly and even held her so close that her heart raced at the how protectively he had stated those words…

But it almost felt like…


She was his.

 “Sonic..?” She looked up at him, grateful but concerned as his hands were slightly hurting her.

For some reason… his tight grip was comforting though, but his face was fierce, making her panic a moment that maybe he was mad at her actions.

She stifled a quivering sound from her lips, something like a gasp and to say more, but dared not too.

‘What’s going on? It’s like I physically can feel that I almost lost her something.’ Sonic was so consumed in his confusion inside his thoughts, he failed to notice how worried-stricken Amy looked.

‘All I could think of was if that guy even dared opposed me, I would have knocked his head straight to the ground… I’ve never felt like that before. Amy’s not… she’s not something I… or anyone can possess! So… so why do I care so much that she’s in my arms? Not his?’

He shook his head, it still hurt from how he pressed down on his jaw so hard, before finally seeing Amy’s expression.

He stopped, worry at terrifying her crept into his being.

“Are you alright?” it was unthought of, just impulse again.

He barely hesitated as she nodded, before speaking again.

“I don’t want you speaking with him again.”

Amy had never seen him so… so demanding.

He was usually so calm under pressure, very cocky about everything.

What on earth was going on inside his head?

“Sonic… are you okay?” she lifted a hand up to his face, which he quickly glanced at, growing shy and turning away.

“Why…” she flinched her hand away, hurt by his response, still not understanding.

“Why are you pulling away from me?”


Sonic turned back.

“This whole time… I’ve been pulling towards you.”

When he realized his thought had come out without his conscious knowledge of it, he flickered his eyes in blinks of surprise.

“Crap! You weren’t suppose to hear that..” he turned away, still not having any control over his mouth.

“S…Son..” Amy’s breath was fully taken from her lungs. She was so shocked, but hope filled her heart and had her awing this new side of Sonic she had never seen before.

His feet fidgeted.

A new feeling now rocked his knees… threatening to freeze up.

“Uh oh.” Sonic looked down, seeing the effects and quickly running to try and loosen them.


He gritted his teeth again, this was so awkward, but at the same time…

“Why did you not tell him off?”

It came out a little harsh…

“What?” she looked amazed.

He kept running, bending his head down now in rage, not realizing what she was conveying in her behavior to him…

They both were misinterpreting the other… leading to some confusing actions and responses.

“Sonic…” she arched her eyelids back, realizing what this meant.

Was he… worried about her?

“I… I would never trust anyone but you!” she blurted out, leaning up in his arms and gaining enough courage to wrap her arms around his neck when the wind picked up.

Then she noticed it wasn’t the wind…

Her eyes blinked more open from squinting against the wind to realize he was running faster.

He had to let his anger out somehow.

‘No other!? Then tell him to buzz off! Pfft, I don’t believe that.’ Sonic grew aggressive, before his hands gripped her tighter.

“Ah.” she felt the pain a moment before he looked down and seemed shaken by her cry of slight pain.

He pushed his feet down to a halt, and set her down, but his hands only momentarily hovered at her sides.

“I’m sorry… Amy, I-” he looked away, ashamed he couldn’t control his emotions.

“AUGH!” he finally emoted.

He gripped his hands to his head and walked away, turning from her again as he reeled his head back, “What’s wrong with me!? I can’t think straight. I’m so… so mad!!!”

“He couldn’t take a hint.” Amy tried to calm Sonic down, but was afraid of this new response in him she hadn’t seen before.

She gripped her sides, holding herself, not sure how to address this.

“Hey!” she called out, worried. “Don’t … don’t turn away from me again. It feels like your shutting me off or out of your life!”

He froze then.

Suddenly realization made him move his hands from his head, and straighten out.

Turning… away… made her think he was closing her out from him?

That simple communication made him turn around, a part of his confusion cleared.

“Turn you away..?” he looked tenderly to her, and staggered on his feet, still feeling the weakness in his knees…

“Amy…” he spoke so gently then, so full of something Amy had never heard out of his voice before, and made her full attention turn to him in the fading day.

“…All I’ve been doing is trying to get you to run into my arms… so that I can protect you.” he felt this wasn’t something he would natural say, but something was pumping through his veins, adrenaline?

“All this time, I’ve hated that guy!” He threw a fist up, showing his true feelings, communicating for once in his life against his own better judgement, unable to keep it back any longer…

“The way he looks at you, flirts with you… it’s like he thinks he’s good enough to own you! You aren’t anyone’s to claim, Amy! You’re not!” He shook his head, frustration and desire to keep her all to himself creeping in on his being.

He couldn’t shake it off, he felt embarrassed now, he didn’t want to say anymore as he trembled with pent-up aggression.

“Sonic… I am owned to something…” she stepped forward, putting her hands together, “I… My heart’s always been yours to keep… Sonic.” she thought he knew that by now.

Sonic’s head slowly rose, more surprise hit him than anger.

He looked at her almost dumbfounded.

“…Come again?” he spoke lightly, in disbelief.

“I may not know a lot about… love or affection but-” she looked away, saddened by that fact of inexperience, but placed both hands on his face.

“But with all my heart, Sonic… I know I love you.”

It was the first time those words had graced Sonic’s ears.

It ringed for a moment. A beautiful bell in a drum consumed world.

He felt his whole being relax and almost fall into her touch, being comforted against his will was weird and terrifying, but in that moment, he wasn’t able to think straight.

He just let himself stare at her, and in a new light, see how beautiful having her around him really was.

His heart beat off course, his body felt limp, all the things that should have put him into an awkward panic felt…. natural for him, all of a sudden.

The air stilled uncomfortably, but in the warmth her hands gave, he still felt peace.

‘This isn’t right.’

Sonic moved away, snapping out of his strange entrancement and moving away, looking left and right at the ground.

“I’m…” he looked so vulnerable up to her.

She was going to misinterpret this again.

She scanned each of his eyes, seeing his confusion and fear.

“Sonic… I… Didn’t you know?” She felt confused too.

“It’s not that… it’s…” he waved his hands out, showing her he’s always known about her crush on him… as silly as it was, he never minded it all that much…

It was was he was feeling… his body telling him things he didn’t understand… his reaction that was unconsciously being done was what was spooking him.

“I can’t…” he gripped his chest, where his heart was beating irregularly for him. “I can’t understand what I’m feeling.”

Admitting this almost gave a flood of relief over him.

He had never been able to talk this much about his feelings before, but now, with Amy.. almost having that threat of someone take her away from him had left him unable to fully control himself.

“,,,What do you feel?” Amy was amazed by his response, but wanted to take it a step further.

As she stepped forward, his fear peaked again, and he held a hand out, walking back.

“N-no…wait a second…”

She paused.

‘…I’ve been waiting too long for this!!!’

Amy ran as fast as she could.


His eyes widened for the third time as she tackled into him, causing them to hit the ground before her head never came up.

He still squirmed, out of habit, but when Amy didn’t respond, he stopped and froze a moment, before looking down at her.

“…No more games, Sonic.” she was twitching, her eyes being forced shut and her arms gripping his body to hers.

“Just tell me… say that you love me.”

The words echoed in Sonic’s subconscious, but his thoughts were mostly on how he was ever gonna get out of his awkward fiasco.

Just say it.

Just say you love her.

You’ll keep her with you.

No one will be able to take her away from you.

‘I won’t allow it.’

Sonic narrowed his eyes, for once, understanding what he wanted and what his… no, it had to be.

What his heart had been trying to tell him for years.

He held her back, slowly letting the force be strong enough to show intent but not harmful like he accidentally had let slip before.

He ducked his head down, then back, chest feeling gripped as he couldn’t get the words out right.

Every part of him screamed!

He had to say it! Now was the only time he had left TO say it.

If he didn’t … he knew he would never let it get this… this bad or desperate again.

He would never allow himself to say it after today… or night? It was growing strangely dark, how long have they been out here?

He looked back on the falling sun, then up as if his gasps for air pained him, his chest still quivering and something warm in his stomach or bowls.

He crunched slightly, as if trying to stop this sensation.

As all this happened, she remained silent.

“…I.. Gosh darn it, Amy! I-!” he bit down on the words, as if he didn’t want to say them, but he knew he had too.


Her head jerked slightly up, but her eyes were hidden in shadows.

“I’ve always wanted to protect you, ever since I first met you, I’ve felt strangely drawn to wanting to be by your side! In your favor! I’ve always thought it a nuisance, never you! Just the desire to help you! Make you smile! Laugh! It’s all been so.. .so frustrating! After all this time, I don’t want anyone calling you ‘pretty’ or ‘there’s! I can’t stand it! You’re not there’s! You’ve always been my responsibly! Even if I didn’t want it, you were still there! I had to protect you! I had to keep you safe! I had to keep you, Amy… I … I …” he had kicked, squirmed, as if fighting each word coming out… until he finally lost, and slight tears formed so faintly that they dried up in an instant as he closed his eyes.

He gasped in his tantrum, the words he never let fall from his lips before.

“I hate that I love you so much… that I can’t let you go.”

“I can’t let you be free.”

“It’s the most selfish thought I’ve ever had…”

“To ever tell you ….”

“To tell you that I would marry you.”

“Just not now.”

“Not while I’m still running.”

“But you waited for me…”

“You never gave up.”

“I think that’s what I’ve admired the most Amy.”

“You waited till I had everything to give, and not enough strength to hold it back anymore.”

He felt something wet and looked down, seeing Amy’s tears as her eyes shook with unparalleled emotion.

“…Ah, geez.” he threw his head back again, letting the feeling of piercing the cold ground with the impact of his quills distract momentarily from how weak he truly felt, how vulnerable in that moment he was to her.

“I can’t stand that I love you.”


“I can’t even look at you.”

“Sonic, please…”

She reached up for him to look at her, placing her hands to his face.

“Call it destiny… or fate. But Amy. You had me at my name.”

He looked up at her, seeming to have been forced to say it all by his own heart and body tag-teaming it, but also looking like he faced his greatest fear and was so done with fighting it anymore.

He had drooped, almost unfeeling eyes then, as he spoke one last thing to her.

“Are you gonna kiss me now or what?”

Amy was so amazed that she laughed, offending him.

“Hey! What gives?! I pledge my loyalty and love and you laugh!? LAUGH!? Great, I’m hopelessly, and fiercely in love with a cynical woman.”

She shook her head, covering her mouth in her shock.


“Go on. Say it. I told you so.” he turned his head, as if dramatic.

“I know you. You’ll plan the wedding arrangements. No matter how much I’ll protest.”

“No, Soniicc!!”

“You’ll tell the whole world the awful, tantalizing scandal of Miss Amy Rose and the infamous Sonic The Hedgehog.”


“You’ll have four kids and I’ll just tag along for the fun.”

“I’M LAUGHING CAUSE I’M SO HAPPY, YOU-! OH, I LOVE YOU!” she spread her arms out wide and fell right back on top of him, kissing him over and over, all over his sad little face that showed he truly gave in to his feelings, and had to accept that fact.

She kept repeating, “I love you, I love you, I love you.” As if that was a release for her.

He couldn’t help but get a softer face at each amazing wave or gush of warm feeling that spiraled throughout him with each kiss.

Suddenly, touch wasn’t an issue.

Suddenly, his shyness wasn’t even a thing anymore.

He… actually… liked this.

She wore out after a moment as her words became quieter, more muttery, as she realized he wasn’t pushing her away at all.

After seeing her face change, he leaned up and began letting his own declaration slip here and there… across the cheek, over the lips, passed the nose and down and up and over and across till he lost track of what the heck he was doing.

No more needs to be written, right? Self-explanatory, they’re in love, AU is a thing, and I’m going to bed. Nighty nighty!

3 Study Methods You Should Use More Often

This was originally for an article writing assignment, but I thought “why not write something I can also post on my blog?” so here are three study methods that I haven’t seen a lot of in the studyblr community but are definitely worth mentioning.

The Leitner System

          Flash cards have remained one of the most popular ways to study. Some people use them to memorize vocabulary, remember answers to specific questions, or even associate dates with events. Although the use of flash cards is convenient, their effectiveness has been reduced due to most people’s habits of prioritizing each card equally and therefore spending too much time memorizing the information on them.

          The Leitner System, created by a German popularizer of science named Sebastian Leitner, is a more efficient method of studying that implements the concept of spaced repetition. All the cards start off in one pile. You would first scan through these cards, then test yourself. Each card you answer correctly goes to a second pile, while those you answer incorrectly should be revised then placed at the bottom of the pile. When you review the cards in the second pile and get them correct, they will be promoted to a third pile. An incorrect card will always get demoted to the first pile, even if they had previously been promoted to the last pile.

          The reason why this method is so effective is that you end up reviewing the first pile of cards more frequently—the cards you don’t know very well. Some people choose to review their Stack 1 cards every day, Stack 2 cards every other day, Stack 3 cards once every three days, and so on.

          Once all your cards have been promoted to the highest box, study them thoroughly and then start over. The continuous revision trains your speed so that you may reach fluency, which allows you to recall the information faster.

Timed Memorization

          The name tells it all: you memorize a certain text within a time limit, normally around five to ten minutes depending on your fluency and memorization abilities. When the timer starts, you begin memorizing. When time is up, you flip to the next page, even if you haven’t finished the previous page yet. Continue until you’ve gone through all your material.

          Timed memorization helps you to discipline yourself because your brain thinks that there’s no time for messing around; you have to do this here and now. Make sure to repeat the things you missed and revise everything frequently. This method is actually one of the most effective for cramming as it gives a better coverage than if you spend a whole half hour memorizing one subtopic.

The Memory Palace or Mind Palace

           Sound familiar? In BBC’s Sherlock, the ‘highly functioning sociopath’ uses this method to remember vital information and facts. A mind palace is a systematic arrangement of information, each detail corresponding to a specific object in a familiar place. To ensure that you really remember everything, the objects have to appear shocking and conspicuous.

           Here’s an example: if I wanted to memorize “crimson, 11, delight, petrichor (the smell after rain)”, aside from imagining Amy Pond or the Doctor saying it, I would first choose a place, let’s say my school. I’d imagine myself walking up to the front gate and seeing that the entire building has been painted the color of blood—crimson. The building would then rise as though it were lifted from the earth and crumble into rubble, controlled by Eleven, the character from Stranger Things. Now, since I can’t really picture delight specifically, I’d probably end up visualizing a colossal sign that simply reads “delight” posted in front of my school. As for petrichor, I’d imagine curves rising out of the puddles on the asphalt after a rainy night, a visual representation of the smell of the rain. Of course, these visualizations have been created to suit my memory. (I wouldn’t know if you watched Stranger Things.)

           I used this method when memorizing case studies for geography, although I chose to visualize fictional places from television series and cartoons. Some people do opt to create artificial places, but these often become blurry and are easily forgotten.

           As with any study method, repetition is vital to storing the information in your long-term memory. Visit your “palace” as often as you can. Soon enough, you’ll remember the data as well as you remember the place associated with the data.

So there you have it, three lesser known methods of studying that have proven to be immensely efficient. Now, there is no “correct” way to study, but there are methods that can ease your learning process.

So Saturday during the finale performance shoot, Rebel decided to do a Q&A in between takes since it was taking a while to set up the cameras and this happened:

Fan: “If you could be any other Bella, who would you be, and why?”

Rebel: “Probably Chloe, because she’s got that weird thing with Beca”

I swear to god, everyone in the audience lost their mind. We died. Rebel is the biggest bechloe shipper on the planet and I love her for it.

My Fake boyfriend Part 9

Summary: After receiving a very rude letter of your ex on the mail saying that he is going to get married. You see yourself not knowing what to do, you can just let it go or accept the help of your hot neighbor and pretend he is your boyfriend.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 2146

Warnings: Just fuffly and maybe some aganst

Thank you @drinkfantasy you are the best

Originally posted by whohehellisbucky

You are in shock…

All happened in slow motion, one moment you are pushing Lucas away from you and the other Bucky is holding Lucas by his shirt lifting him in the air. Bucky punches him in the face, you can feel that Bucky didn’t use half of his strength and that he even pulled his punch back a little.

Sure Lucas would wake up in pain and with a black eye tomorrow, but Bucky could have killed Lucas with just a punch, after all he is a super soldier. Bucky drops Lucas on the floor and his expression soften when he looks at you “Are you okay?” He asks gently.

You nod and he takes your hand. You watch as Lucas gets up from the floor and all you can feel is rage because Lucas has a smirk on his fucking face. How dare him kiss you? Why did he think that he had the right to kiss you? For that moment you let the rage take over you.

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Star (Poly!Hamilsquad x Reader)

Words: 4000+

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of sex, ?

A/N: an anon requested a poly!hamilsquad x reader soulmate au and i had no idea how to do it so it’s been in my inbox for like a month. im so sorry i took so long ;-; i never posted this late (or early before so enjoy!)

“Y/N, for crying out loud, aren’t you the tiniest bit curious as to who it might be? I mean, come on, you have an incomplete triangle on your wrist!” Angelica said, trying to pull up your sleeve. You swatted her hand away, pushing it back down. She always pestered you about the mark on your wrist. Since she does not have one of her own, she tells you that she lives vicariously through you.

There were only a handful of people in the world that had markings on their skin. It was what scientists called soulmate links, people you were meant to be with. Unfortunately for you, and this was your opinion, you hated being one of the few to have it. You didn’t believe in people “meant to be together”, and would rather just find someone that you loved for who they are, not what your skin says.

And the mark on your wrist was so small, it could just be a birthmark.

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mrjakeperalta  asked:

holy fuckign,,, I'd like to thank god and also jesus,,,,, and u,,,,



The most beautiful woman Jake has ever seen in his entire life is standing on the sidewalk outside of the bookstore across the street from Sal’s.

He’s staring, his slice of pepperoni pizza frozen halfway between his greased-up paper plate and his mouth (which is currently hanging open - either in preparation for this bite or due to his sudden and forceful mesmerization, he’ll never really know), and Charles hasn’t noticed yet. Jake’s hyper-aware of him, of the buzz of his voice, reduced to a low hum in his own ears now; to his left, Gina is slumped over, visibly bored with the conversation and thus completely invested in her phone.

Good, Jake thinks rather weakly. One less person to notice.

The woman across the street appears to be scrubbing one of the front windows meticulously, and in some distant part of Jake’s mind he recalls the business that previously occupied that very stoop - a tattoo parlor with a penchant for filling the windows with bumper stickers. The woman keeps having to toss handfuls of long, glossy black hair over her shoulder; as he watches, she finally appears to get sick of it all and ties it all back in a messy bun down near the nape of her neck, and the wisps of hair she misses curl lazily against the long column of her neck.

She is completely and utterly breathtakingly beautiful, and he hasn’t even gotten more than a glimpse at her profile.

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Asks #2 (In the Form of Things I Love)

Tattoos: What is art to you? Does it have an important place in your life?

Soil: Something that you have grown from, or that has helped you grow.

Dusk: Name something that captivates you.

Ravens: What is something you are inexplicably drawn to?

Natural curls: List some things that you like/love about yourself.

Zack: Describe someone you love. (Can be s/o, friend, family member, fictional character)

Pomegranates: Talk about something that is meaningful or has personal significance to you.

The Smiths: Share some artists, songs or albums that you adore.

Jars: Do you collect anything? If so, what do you collect and why?

Mountains: Do you have any sanctuaries, or places you feel at peace in?

Hugs: Is there anything/anyone that helps keep you going on the really rough days?

Caves: Something that terrifies yet also fascinates you?

Mythology: Is there anything you have a vast knowledge of or enjoy studying?

Ruins: Are there any places in the world that you would love to see or visit?

Road Trips: What gives you that sense of freedom and adventure?

Megan: Is there anyone in your life that you admire?

Bubble Baths: Where or in what situations do you think most clearly?

Evening Walks: Are there any things you do that put your mind at ease?

Amy: Is there anyone in your life you would consider to be a kindred spirit?

Crossroads: You are at the crossroads and there are four roads. The road going north will take you somewhere or to someone that is home. The one going east will be a long journey that you will learn from, a message will be given to you. The road leading south will be an epic, unpredictable adventure. The west road leads you down a beautiful path to a body of water, where you may bathe and heal from something that you have endured. Which road do you choose and why?

Folk Metal: Tell me about something you get really excited about.

Full Moon: Describe an experience you had that was somehow related to the moon.

Live Music: Have you ever been to a concert? If so, what were some of your favorite ones you’ve been to? If not, who or what would you love to see?

miniaturestudentllama  asked:

can you please do number 20 papyton dancing please! Your art is so great!

20.) Dancing

This is the last of the prompts (at last!) I spent a long time thinking about this one and working on it. The genres are contemporary, tango, hip hop, and swing. I wish I could draw more but I only have so much time:

Also wanted so show MTT’s advanced prosthesis. I wanted to use bolder colors but I realized that would distract from the compositions, so I kept it closer to his skin tone for now.

Songs/choreography that I listened to while working on these:

Contemporary: James Bay’s “Let it go” and Ed Sheeran’s “The A team”

Tango: Moulin Rouge “El Tango de Roxanne” and Cello Guys “Smooth Criminal”

Hip Hop: SYTYCD “Get Outta Yo Mind” and Mashup “Shape of You/The Greatest/Cheap Thrills”

Swing:  “Puttin on the Ritz” and Michael Buble’s “Feeling Good”


Double amputee Amy Purdy: “Contemporary” “Tango” “Freestyle” “Quickstep”

Watching her in competition helped a lot for researching dance, movement, and understanding physical limitations. She is amazing, please check her out!

Thirty six hours (Teamiplier x FemReader) fluff drabble

Originally posted by amys-support-group

(( gif not mine - happy children ))

(A/n): I hate life and I want death but I’m stilllllll writing

Summary: The whole crew is up late, they have been editing for soo long as a group and the reader offers to make hot chocolate and Mark is childishly very hyped for it

Warning: swearing lmao


Long hours drained (Y/n)’s mind, hard. She would tell you that she’s a night owl, in which she is; staying up late was a hobby. But really if you make anyone stay up late and work at the same time, then that’s how things get rough.

A Date with Markiplier went very smoothly. Filming had gone down without a hitch; every part finished and shot on schedule.

Now came the editing portion.

For this video to go up on Valentines, then it would take the entire team to help out.

Kathryn and (Y/n), Amy and Mark and of course Ethan were all confined together in the upstairs loft. Slouched in various places, positions, that changed every half hour or so.

“Did you send me the final video cut for ending one?” Mark mumbled. He was laid back in his office chair; curled up and focused on his laptop.

“Yeah..” Ethan replied, just as idly.

Energy was not a present force among them currently.

Lounging on the opposing sofa, (Y/n) stared numbly at her monitor. Several seconds past with no activity from her before she began to wiggle her fingers, and scrunch her nose.

From next to her, Amy spoke “Break time?”

(Y/n) nodded briskly, rolling her neck. Lazily, she plopped down her laptop and stood up in a stiff haze.

The girl focused her energy in getting to and down the steps, grunting at Mark in acknowledgment.

“Tea?” Mark chuckled, gazing up.

“Tea.” (Y/n) agreed.

Down the steps the young girl went, groaning as her legs cracked peacefully.

Making way over to the cupboard, (Y/n) opened it’s wooded door and peered at the contents. She groaned some more when her eyes didn’t find any type of tea. Eventually though, they did land upon a large cylinder of hot chocolate mix.

With a small kitchen lamp lighting the room in the night, (Y/n) allowed it’s rays to help her to prepare a mug of hot chocolate. Using milk, instead of water.

Content, (Y/n) traveled her way back up the stairs; siping at her drink once she reached the top. Moaning in delight, she looked to Mark.

“I didn’t know we had hot chocolate mix.”

(Y/n)’s words were sweet, and somehow, lightly reenergized.

A small grin broke her features when the girl observed Mark’s face perk up, spinning it fully to look back at her.

“Wait, you made hot chocolate?” he asked quickly. The question hung heavy in the air for a few seconds before (Y/n) was able to reply.

“Indeed I did.” she said.

All at once, the male placed down his computer and harnessed a great grin.

“Can you make me some?” he said happily. Practically jumping with excitement, Mark turned to the other three in the room.

“You guys are getting hot chocolate.” he demanded, standing up “You have no choice in the matter.”

Amy and Kathryn looked at Mark in wonder for several seconds before Kathryn spoke up, causing Ethan to pay attention as well.

“It’s close to two in the morning, I don’t think I’d do well with a hot drink.” she warned.

Mark only squinted to her “No choice.”

(Y/n) laughed quickly at his words “Alright, alright. I’ll go make three more mugs, yeah?” and back down the stairs she went.

“I’d do fine with some hot chocolate right now.” Ethan commented.

“You don’t understand, my child.” Mark began “Her hot chocolate, is god’s creed. It is holy. Honest to lord, I am surprised to be the only one that’s had it.

Ethan only giggle to his declaration, along with the two other girl; he shook his head gently.

“It is. The bomb. Like she makes it with milk and adds cinnamon. Oh my good golly god. It is amazing. Oh, it’s so good.

“I think maybe we’ll have to see about that.” Amy offered, standing up as well and giving her back a hearty stretch.

Once (Y/n) had returned up the steps, she had with her four mugs; two in each hand.

“Alright,” she chuckled tiredly “bon appétit.”

As a group, they each grabbed a respective mug, calmly taking a drink.

Except Mark. Mark was eager.

One by one, their eyes went wide. Jaws loose; Ethan, Amy and Kathryn held their gaze on (Y/n).

“Holy shit…” Kathryn whispered, looking back at hot chocolate.

“It’s good!” Ethan cheered, taking a bigger swig.

Mark’s voice was muffled by a mug covering his lips; one hand holding its handle and the other pointed out the others. He spoke, all the while, furiously drinking.

“I told you so, turd blossoms.”


(A/n): Tyler doesn’t get any, because Tyler didn’t help edit. Lmao rip Tyler

anonymous asked:

but imagine this. A Modern au where R has a youtube channel where he sings original stuff and covers. And (idk why man) Eponine writes a song (On my own) but is pretending too hard not to show she really cares about it (and about marius lol) so she asks R to sing it w/ saying she wrote it... and he does and les amis watch the video and Enjolras is like WTF? Who's breaking R's heart? and starts pinning and thinking TOO MUCH about the fact R is in love with A RANDOM guy. why didnt he know abt this

ohhhh my god? I love this holy shit god damn thank you?? I wish I had time to write the full fanfiction this prompt deserves but for now please consider the following:

-Enjolras gets suddenly VERY CURIOUS about Grantaire’s activities outside of their meetings. When he leaves Enj is like where are you going? Who with? And when Grantaire doesn’t answer him he asks everyone else because he really just wants to find out who Mystery Man could possibly be when Grantaire spends so much time at the Musain with them

-he’s developing permanent frown lines please someone help the man

-of course the first person to know the real reason Enjolras’ behaviour has changed is Éponine, since she’s the only one who knows who wrote the song AND how Enjolras feels about R, but she decides she’s going to let this all play out naturally because why not

-Everyone else assumes he wrote the song about Enjolras and none of them understand why Enj is getting increasingly agitated about Grantaire’s extra-curricular activities

-until one day Courf is like ‘dude are you going to ask Grantaire out??’ because he knows all about Enj’s feelings and R has been covering sad songs on his channel lately, but Enjolras is like ‘why would I ask him out when clearly he’s interested in someone already’ and Courf Gets It

-Courf is like, please Enjolras just ask Grantaire to introduce you to Mystery Man so you can at least see who Grantaire is so infatuated with

-And Enjolras is like alright alright fine

-so he goes to talk to Grantaire but ends up being like 'let me talk to this man, let me and give him a piece of my mind for not paying attention to you, anyone would be lucky to have you, I know he’s not obligated to return your feelings but seriously who is this guy he’s an idiot’

-Grantaire very weakly says 'you’

-(the same night, the song Grantaire posts on his channel is uncharacteristically sappy. his subscribers are curious. the amis are pleasantly surprised. Eponine knows what’s happened right away.)

Deal? (Lafayette x Reader)

Words: 1800+

Warnings: cursing

Request: hey! could i request a lafayette x reader modern au, where laf is in france and he meets an exchange student from north america who is struggling with their french? hhhh i think that would just be so cute ❤ @strawbirby (did i tag the right person??)

A/N: i don’t know why it took me so long to write this

You walked into your dorm room, sitting your bag on the bed. You were put into a single, different from everyone else. You would have rathered sharing, to have someone to talk to on your experience in a different country, but this would have to do.

You flopped onto the mattress, looking at the open door. Different people from different countries walked past, some excited and some nervous. You opened your dictionary, studying some words that were pertinent to what you had to learn. Since you were an exchange student, you had to speak almost fluent French. It was easy to read and write it, and the verbal tests weren’t that difficult. But speaking it in the home country? That was a completely different from saying it in America.

“Are you Y/N?” You looked up, seeing a woman standing there. You nodded, placing your book to the side. The woman walked in, giving you a folder. “Monsieur Leroy told me to come and give you this. It’s a correction to your schedule, the last one did not have your speaking classes.” You thanked her, and she smiled, walking back out of the room. You glanced over the schedule, seeing that everything was pretty much the same.

You heard your phone ring, and glanced at it. Your friend, Peggy, picture shown, and you answered immediately, already missing her. “I didn’t know you woke up at seven in the morning before.” You joked, looking at the 12 on your clock.

“Y/N! I missed you!” She yelled into the phone, and you laughed, moving it slightly away from your ear.

“I just left yesterday, Pegs. How can you miss me so quickly?” You said, placing your phone between your shoulder and ear. As you crooked your neck, you began unpacking your belongings.

“Yes, but that’s still too long. When will you be back again?” She asked, and you heard some shuffling in the background. “Laurens, stop-” You heard her giggled, and rolled your eyes. The two of them were inseparable. “No, I’m leaving the room. Stop, you idiot, I need to talk to Y/N. Yes, she just left yesterday. Do you have a problem?”

“Am I interrupting something?” You said, smiling. You grabbed a hanger, putting your outfits together.

“No, John is just being John. Y/N, why did you have to go so far?” She complained, and you imagined her pouted lip, the usual expression she made when she was disappointed.

“Oh well, I don’t know. Maybe it’s because I’m majoring in French and international studies. But that’s just a guess.” You snickered, placing your clothes on the side.

“You know, I don’t need your sarcasm right now. Just-” The line cut off, leaving a tone ringing in your head. You sighed, throwing your phone on the mattress.

You walked out your dorm room, on a mission to learn where all of your classes were before you attended them tomorrow. As you were searching for one, you bumped into a taller fellow, his curly hair wrapped up in a bun on the top of his head. He wore a plaid shirt, the long sleeves pushed up on his forearm. You quickly said sorry in French, cringing at your terrible pronunciation. Whenever you were nervous, every single word jumbled up.

He gave you a kind smile, nodding at you. “It’s okay, mon ami. I know English.” You let out a sigh of relief, and he laughed at your reaction. “Are you a student?”

“Yes. I’ve just made it here today.” You glanced at the schedule in your hand. “Um, can you help me find this class? I’ve been looking for it for ten minutes now, and I cannot seem to find it anywhere.”

“Of course, anything for a beautiful woman like yourself.” You frowned slightly at his flirtatious behavior, but quickly assumed it was just French culture. You gave him the schedule, and he scanned the paper quickly. “Ahh, you have the same schedule as I.”

“Really? That’s interesting, I thought the international students had specific layouts.”

“They do, mon ami. I’m part of the program. It’s part of my major in international studies, I am to help any exchange students. Like yourself.” He winked, walking with you through the hallways. You could not help but feel slightly disappointed, thinking he was just helping you out of kindness. Now that you knew the real reason, it seemed like he was forced to do this.

“I see…” You said, saying nothing more. He looked down at you, grinning.

“Would you like for me to help you with your French? Since our classes are the same, I can help you understand.”

“I’m fine, but thank you.” You said, slightly annoyed.

“How about this: I help you with my mother language, and you help me understand things about North America. I plan to travel there next semester. Deal?” He asked again, stopping in the middle of the hallway. You bit your lip, considering the options.

You felt like you were pretty knowledgeable about your country, and him helping you in French would benefit you immensely. After looking at his face for a few moments, you nodded. “Oui.” You replied, and he laughed.

“Let me show you the rest of our classrooms.”


You soon learned that his name was Lafayette; the man had too many surnames for you to remember. You quickly nicknamed him Laf, and the two of you became inseparable. Every day after class, he would help you with your pronunciation, and you would teach him things about America that he didn’t know. He was surprised that something like pineapple would go on pizza, but he was willingly to try it, much to your dismay.

Your French was improving greatly, and since half of your classes were in the language, it was beneficial. Lafayette soon taught you slang and curse words, laughing at your face whenever you said one. You taught him English curse words, and could not help but grin at the way he said Fuck with a French accent.

“Ah, and what does this fuck actually mean?” He asked you, pursing his lips. You held back a chuckle, raising your shoulders.

“Honestly, it could be used for anything. A noun, an adjective, a verb, an interjection, an adverb, whatever your mind creates, you could probably put fuck in front of it.” You replied, sipping on your beverage. He nodded slowly.

“That’s fucking cool Y/N.” He said, and you spat out your coffee.

You noticed that he stayed by your side, barely paying mind to the other international students. He told you that he was supposed to help those students, but he seemed to ignore them. You asked him why, and he always shrugged, telling you that you were his one and only.

That definitely made you blush.

As the two of you were giggling about something in one of the study rooms, a professor walked up to you. You looked at him, and Lafayette smiled at the man. “Monsieur, how may I help you.”

“Ah, Gilbert, I see you have found someone to mentor. See, I told you, someone will partner up with you.” The professor laughed, looking at you. You gave him a closed-lip smile, glancing at Laf. His smile was slowly going down at the man’s words.

“Ah, monsieur, this is my friend Y/N. I am not with her just because of the partner program.” He said, his voice becoming harsh. You were now curious, looking between the two of them.

“What is he talking about?” You asked, butting in. The professor looked at you, surprised that you could understand french. You rolled your eyes.

“Ahh, it is required for his major. He is suppose to find someone to be a friend with, and communicate in both English and French. I assumed he picked you.” The professor walked away, ending his conversation on an awkward note. You looked at Lafayette, upset.

“So, I’m just an assignment? I’m just here to get you a good grade?” You said, rising out of your seat. Lafayette widened his eyes, shaking his head quickly.

“No, mon amour, monsieur is just telling you about an assignment that I had to complete. Please do not misunderstand.”

“Fine, tell me that you didn’t talk to me in the beginning just to complete your requirement. Tell me that I was not just a part of your grade.” You crossed your arms against your chest, looking at him. He pleaded with his eyes, not answering. You nodded, grabbing your bag off the floor and taking your notebooks off the table in front of you. “Guess this buddy system is over, Laf. You should find someone else to lift your grade.”

“Y/N, wait-”

You walked out the study room, slamming the door behind you. Some people gasped at the loud sound, looking at your figure walking out of the library. You felt the tears falling, staining your cheeks. You used your right hand to wipe away the unwanted tears, walking towards your dorm. Before you could walk in, an arm grabbed you, turning you around.

Lafayette was standing there, unwilling to let go. You pulled and pulled, but he resisted, making his grip tighter. “I swear Laf if you don’t get your arm off me right now-”

“Y/N, please, just listen to me. Can you do that?” He begged, his eyes never leaving yours. You nodded, and he let go of your limb. “Y/N, when I first met you, yes, I used you as a way to get a better grade. I will not deny this.”

“You ass-”

“Please, let me finish, mon amour.” You knew that he used that nickname to calm you down, and of course, it worked. “After getting to know the person you have become, I realized that I do not care about this grade. And I’m so sorry for treating you like a number. I liked you, I like you, as a person. And you are my only ami around here, but I could not help but see you more than that. Today, I was going to ask if you would like to go on an, how you say, outing with I. I wish for you to be my girlfriend, Y/N. You are not and will never be just a project to me.” He said, looking at the red of your cheeks pouring out onto the rest of your face.

You looked down, cursing this man in your mind for his eloquent words. You glanced back up at him, and he looked nervous, sweat pouring down his face.

You felt a drop of water hit your forehead, and looked up at the sky. Oh.

He wasn’t sweating. It was rain.

Good grief, you were always making up scenarios in your head. As you watched the rain fall, you heard the clearing of a throat.

“Y/N?” He asked, getting your attention back. “Did you hear what I said?”

“Oh, yes. Yes, I would liked to go on a date with you,” he smiled, and you glared at him, “But there better be nothing else coming out from someone saying that I’m a grade.” He nodded quickly, placing his hand in yours.

“Let’s be on our way, then.”

anonymous asked:

Hc or fic where Tyler is a good friend of yours and he finds out you're in an abusive relationship?

A/N: Ty x Reader with some good ole Teamiplier platonic love.
Warnings: Emotionally and Physically abusive relationship. Nothing graphic happens but it’s still a sensitive topic.
Title: You’re Safe With Me

“What do you mean we can’t be friends anymore?” Tyler’s voice was fuzzy over the phone but you could still hear the hurt and concern. “Did I do something wrong?”

You sighed and curled up into a ball on your bed. “My boyfriend says I’m too close to you to be ‘just friends’.” You said quietly. Your boyfriend wasn’t in the apartment but you still had this sinking feeling in your gut that he was always listening, that he’d know you’d talked to Tyler. “He says I have to choose between him and you and that if I love him I’ll know what the right choice is.”

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Some stuff I would love to see in Sonic Forces


-Along with Eggman having basically destroyed the world, I would love to see the concept of roboticizing brought back from the SatAM series in some form. I think it would fit in great with this new post-apocalyptic thing we’ve got going! And we already have the idea of a “resistance” built up similarly to the Freedom Fighters in SatAM so roboticizing would be amazing to see, and build up Eggman’s villainous deeds as even more threatening to our heroes.

(Would also love to see the name Robotnik brought back but let’s face it, it ain’t happenin)

-Some decent writing for the plot. I have high hopes, but the Sonic franchise isn’t exactly known for good writing. I really want to see some good dialogue and development for everyone in the game and while some may disagree and say that gameplay matters more, these characters are so beloved and amazing and I think Sonic and friends have way more potential for good storytelling than they are given credit for! (See the Archie Sonic comics pls). As good as Sonic Generations was its story was REALLY underwhelming for what was presented and I think that it should really be worked on for Forces. I’m pretty sure it’s been made clear that the world has become like this because of Sonic’s failure to stop Eggman. I really want to see some character development around this!

(i.e. please dark SEGA give me that angsty Sonic ;P)

-SILVER. THE FRIGGIN HEDGEHOG. C'mon now yall. Burning post-apocalyptic world, alternate timelines, this is quite literally Silver’s territory! I think he’s a great character and with more work done on him he can potentially have great gameplay too! I’m so done with this wasted potential of a character to just become an “IT’S NO USE” punchline (as funny as it is hehe). And we’ve already seen improvement in his boss battle in Sonic Generations, I really think that can be built upon and redeem Silver in a way that he deserves.

-A decent final boss. I’m a bit wary of this one. Generations, Lost World and even Colors in my opinion, had some of the weakest final bosses to come up in the franchise. Personally I’m expecting the final boss to be on the magnitude of Unleashed and the Adventure games.

-I do not want a third entity to be a major contributing factor to Eggman’s success and general villainous actions. We’ve been seeing this a lot lately. The idea of the “true” villain being something like Dark Gaia, Time Eater, etc etc. I think these concepts really steal Eggman’s spotlight away. What I’m saying is, let Eggman be a villain to his fullest potential. The guy has an IQ of 300 after all, let him put that intelligence to better use! I want to see him truly outwit Sonic all on his own (like the opening cutescene in Sonic Unleashed, which I LOVE by the way), and succeed in taking over the world without some third party helping him and eventually turning on him.

-An interesting hubworld. I dunno about you guys but I’d love to casually traverse that apocalyptic clusterfudge of a universe the gameplay trailer showed us! Just keep it small like Unleashed’s hubworlds and maybe add some interesting inhabitants or sidequests and you’re golden! I wouldn’t mind not having a hubworld but I would still like one :D

That’s about all I’ve got for now! Feel free to add your thoughts!


Pairing: Lafayette x Reader

Summary: “I do not understand.” “May I kiss you?”

AN: Translations are at the end in order in which they are said.

Words: 474

Warning: fluff; google translated French; brief Lams; drabble


“I do not understand.” Lafayette admitted in defeat. The boys laughed at the Frenchman. A hand clapped onto Lafayette’s shoulder.

“Don’t sweat it, Valentine’s Day is just day where lovers do all this lovey dovey stuff.” Hercules explained.

“Or not so lovey dovey stuff.” John smirked, winking at Alexander who blushed.

“Look Laf all you have to do is go up to Y/N and ask her to be your valentine.” Alex interjected.

“Mais si elles me rejettent?” He asked nervously.

“Ils sont fous de vous Je doute que cela se produise, croyez-moi.”

Lafayette looked up, looking across the room where you were happily chatting with the Schuyler sisters. He nodded to himself, pushing himself up. Lafayette took in a deep breath regaining his composure before striding over to you.

“Hello, mon amis!” You and the girls smiled at him. “Would you mademoiselle’s mind if I borrowed Y/N for a moment?” The girls giggled throwing you a knowing look as they left the two of you alone.

“What’s up?” You asked him. He admired the small smile that graced your lips and the look in your sparkling E/C eyes.

“Well cheri, uh…” He looked up nervously across the room to the guys who stuck their thumbs up to him. Your gaze wandered off to them causing the guys to quickly act casual. Taking notice on how nervous Lafayette looked you grabbed his hand with both of yours.

“What ever it is Laf you can tell me.” You assured him.

‘Tu peux le faire.’ He said to himself subconsciously. His fidgeting came to a stop.

“Y/N…” You looked up at him expectantly. His words got caught up in his throat. He looked like a gaping fish in need of air. “Can I kiss you?” His questioned surprised the both of you greatly. Lafayette swore to himself in French because that certainly was not the question he wanted to ask you.

But your response made up for it.

“Yes.” His brown eyes snapped back to your E/C ones. With that he cupped your face with his hands and brought himself closer to you until your lips grazed each other. He hesitated but you didn’t. Grabbing the collar of his shirt you pressed you lips onto his.

After a few seconds you pulled away, in need of air.

“C'était parfait.” Was the first words that left the Frenchman’s mouth. He was in a daze from the kiss.

“What did you say?” You asked, suddenly shy after the kiss. Lafayette smiled at you admiring the way your face flushed over because of him.

“I said…” He trailed off stepping close to you, brushing a piece of hair away from your face.

“That was perfect.” The ends of your mouth quirked up into another small smile. “Y/N?”


“Will you be my Valentine?”


Translations (in order)

‘But what if they reject me?’
‘They’re crazy about you I doubt that would happen, trust me.’
‘You can do this.’
‘That was perfect.’

Veep Style (or my longest post ever)

The way Veep uses costumes to demonstrate character has interested me for a while, and so I’m diving in to the subject just this once.  Everything I learned about ‘reading’ costume I learned from reading Tom and Lorenzo’s Mad Style recaps (if you’re a Mad Men fan who’s somehow never encountered them, go forth and read).  Needless to say, this won’t be anywhere near as comprehensive, and in fact will be chiefly focused on one character, which is Amy.

There’s a simple reason for this - Amy is the most dynamic dresser on the show.  Which isn’t to say that she’s necessarily stylish - Selina knows how to dress to convey very specific messages (as does Dan), something Amy mostly doesn’t do (with one hilarious exception).  But there are two reasons why Amy’s style changes so much more than anyone else’s over the course of the show.  

Within the world of the show, Amy starts off as a comparatively young woman (say approximately 30 at the beginning?), and one who has never felt particularly comfortable with her own beauty or confident in her ability to attract men.  She also desperately wants to be taken seriously in an environment that is not particularly friendly to her.  Outside the world of the show, Anna Chlumsky has had two babies - which means her body has gone through far more dramatic changes than any other member of the main cast.  (Reid Scott and Timothy Simmons’ receding hairlines don’t really compare).  

So let’s look at season one.

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yoi-yoi-senpai  asked:

Miss Mayra that was very cheeky of you xD please can you continue that forces prompt where Ames avoids Sonic? Like pretty please? No more cliffhangers xDDD I'm dying!

No promises on Cliffhangers, XD There kinda…

My specialty~


Amy rose up early that morning, hearing an owl hoot and turn his head around, before hooting again.

She squinted in the light of the trees and raised a hand up, tilting her head to try and see what time it may be.

“Pfft. Like I’m that clever..” she teased, turning around and sighing, lifting her head back and closing her eyes…

The image of Metal Sonic advancing… his cold, steely words vibrating from his being as he mocked her so subtly, tilting his body as sounds of light humming from machinery working created the illusion of life.

At first, she didn’t want to believe him.

She leaned forward, gripping her legs and pulling them closer, looking off into the distance as she couldn’t stand the thoughts racing back.

She immediately shut her eyes in pain, ducking her head.


What you refuse to believe is your own concern…” Metal paced himself, circling slightly as he began to move to the left, crippling her from within with his words. “You forget that I was designed,… no… melded into Sonic’s consciousness… his attitudes, mannerisms,… heh, even his stupid puns.” Metal gestured to prove the data he had was sound and concise, before glaring back at her.

It shouldn’t be surprising… everything I’ve said are things you’ve probably pushed out of your consciousness for far too long… things you really should have considered… Things a normal organic lifeform would associate….”

                                              “With hate.

Amy shook her head, before rocking slightly to try and get the thoughts and words out of her head.

It was all… so vivid.

Her mind was consumed with his words… and each strike of his metallic claws only gave literal meaning to being ripped and digged into with painful daggers at each line, each phrase…

Annoyance.” “Pitiful.” “A scorn.” “Mindless.” “Forceful.” “Arrogant.” “Nuisance.” “Vain.” “Pathetic.” “Manipulative.” “A pain.”


Amy gripped her head, before shaking it violently to rattle her brain out to drown out the image of his eyes, the swipes of his claws, the kicks, the utter beating she had endured… simply processing… each hurtful lie.

Yes, she knew it was a lie.

But… but there wasn’t something true in his words as well… she felt horrible, like she had somehow given Sonic a terrible life.

She wanted to address it… that day…

His eyes were full of a happy empty, as if nothing about her was frustrating him.

He seemed calm, neutral…

Then why couldn’t she stay?

In his presence, she felt a fire that leaked into her being… this time… more like poison.

She couldn’t identify her fear, her anxiety, but when the world turned her back to her, she wondered if it wasn’t just Sonic that Metal’s words had meaning for.


She got up, stepping to and fro in a wobbling manner of total and utter demolishing of any self confidence she ever possessed.

Her eyes watered as they twitched, staring at the ground.

They all hated her.

She suddenly heard a snap from a twig and turned, trying to identify it.

“Whose there..?” she stepped back, her arms withdrew to themselves before she gasped, seeing a spring of traps suddenly launch a few robotic monkey’s after her.

“AHHH!” She took off, not bothering to summon her hammer in the mental state she was in, and just carefully, with great speed, raced down the tree infested roots that intertwined throughout the forest, and tried to escape them as they screamed like holler-monkeys, excited to have finally tracked down a target, and swinging from tree to tree, after her!

She frantically tried to make it to the open field, where patches of brown from falling fire in the nearby area had left the place like a thinning patch of green grass.

She looked behind her, but tripped as she lost her breath a moment, and the robotic monkeys swarmed.

Pausing a moment, they saw her ankle was hurt as she tried to get up but winced in it’s pain.

In great excitement, they jumped up and down and continued to holler, as she squinted an eye and gripped her ankle, before looking up in pure horror.

“…Seems you fail to learn your place...”

Her eyes widened, mouth dropping.

Metal Sonic came out of the crowd of hollering robotic apes, all cheering their leader as he strode to the field, and then flicked out his clawed hand….

“N..Em…” she could barely speak, but tried to crawl backwards as he approached, before stopping at her feet, shoving a foot down on her dress to keep her still as she gasped quietly in great fear.

Look at you… I should have disposed of you the second I first engaged… but then… where would the fun be in scanning your face… seeing no hope, delight, or pleasure in them… and knowing… that I’ve destroyed you… more than your physical, miserable, living frame!!!

Not even having the faith to summon her hammer, to tug her dress away, or really have the will to fight at all- Amy drew her hands over her face, and ducked, bracing for impact.

The sound of metal to skin made her cry out a moment,…. before she realized… 

She felt no pain.

She turned to look back up.


Falling backwards and down to her side, Sonic’s head bounced by her legs, his eyes closed, and his body…. 


Metal Blinked his eyes, withdrawing his hand in a bit of disbelief before Classic drilled a spun kick into his back, sparking his circuits as he turned around.

His eyes flared red.


His anger filled with memories of past battles lost, and Classic Sonic wiggled his tush in front of him, patting it and using his other hand to lower a bottom eyelid down, sticking his tongue out to mock him into coming after him.

Metal twitched, raising a claw, “I shall have my revenge, at last!!!” he revved up his stomach-engine and blazed forward, eyes burning red as he shouted out a battlecry, charging at light speeds to race after the little Sonic, and take down his ultimate enemy!!!

The Robotic Monkey’s stood motionless, as if stone, since Metal had not released them from his control.

Amy was frozen a moment in fear, her eyes shook as she slowly moved to lean over, looking at Sonic as her eyes squinted from tears.

“Sonic… Sonic, no…” she felt more painful reminders of Metal Sonic’s words… bending her head down and cupping Sonic’s head.

Useless.” “Delusional.” “Needy.” “Worthless.” “Disgraceful.” “Patronizing!

A waste of time.” “Ignorant.” “Clingy.” “Hopless.”-

                                                   “I’M SORRY!!!”

Amy burst into tears, crying upon his turned head as she wept profusely, rubbing her head into his quills as she cried such sorrow and innocence, such pain and misery.

I never meant to hurt you. I never meant to make you feel like I was forcing you. I just wanted you to be happy. That’s all I ever wanted! Oh, Sonic… why? Why do you constantly get hurt because of me!? Why am I always the problem for you… why can’t I… why can’t I just love you how you want to be loved…Emm..” she bounced her shoulders, bending down and still holding the sides of his face, as the air turned soft and the smell of metal and robotic monkey’s shouted had faded away.

Then, the metallic clanking of Robo-Monkey’s gaining their AI systems slowly cranked on, as their arms began to move, their feet began to end their jump cycles, and suddenly they were shaking themselves free of being frozen stiff.

Amy rose her head, gasping in fright as she tried to get Sonic up, shake him alive, something!

The four gashes upon his stomach said otherwise…

She tried to pull him closer to her, wrapping her arms around him protectively as they started to advance, hopping forward and baring their silver fangs, opening their mouths to reveal shredders as throats, and bombs disposing from their sides, a panel swiping up as they lowered their hands to catch the item, using their shredders to light the bombs on fire.

They all slowly raised the bombs…

No… no, not like this… I…” her head motioned up, all around, then down, then up again, frantically. “I can’t lose you like this!!!” She bent her head, holding him closer before summoning her hammer.

She flung bombs away, but suddenly…


Sonic’s eyes opened.

Her cry was piercing beautiful to the ear.

As if perfectly fine, he started to dash into the monkeys, kicking them and having them explode on touch.

For that was how powerful his hits were.

He spun around and homing attacked others, jumping up and then ramming a foot down to come in hot and ready, destruction at every footfall.

Amy was amazed, looking around, before he sped up on one knee and one hand down to catch himself, his other arm up in the air with flare as the robotic apes all were exploding behind him.

He winked.

I can’t lose you…”

                                             “Not ever!

Amy’s eyes widened.

He suddenly winced, his eyes showing pain as he collapsed in front of her, his head landing on her legs in her lap.


Classic Sonic, after happily looking back at the carnage of metallic pieces all over the place, and snickering at Metal reaching up and out to him, before shouting out, “Nooooo!!!” and exploding from defeat.

 He always loved that part!

His smile was lost as he bounced up the hill, looking stark-shocked.

Amy had leaned down..

Sonic had tilted his head up.

A kiss to end all further doubts and resolve all other conflicts.

They would never be without the other…


Part 1 (x) Part 2 (x) This was… INTENSE. XD Hoo! I hope you loved it just as much as I did. Spazzed the whole way through, lol!

Moffat - A Feminist Writer

(Or Why I Find It Hard To Deal With Moffat Hate)

People are usually quick to criticise Moffat for his female characters: Too bossy, too insecure, too weak, too bad-ass, how dare she have a sex drive, etc., etc. And frankly, for a fandom that is so quick to use words like “sexism” and “misogyny”, I find it pretty rich to dissect and criticise every single female character that comes their way. 

In the past I would have brushed this off as a mere difference of opinion. But the more think about it, the more I start to question the motifs of said criticism. Because Moffat is actually doing an incredible job at female representation and he should get all the praise we can give him. 

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I know this has probably been written before and better but it was stuck in my head and I just had to. What happens after Sheldon asks Amy to go to comic-con.

Amy feels Sheldon walk behind her and place his hands on her waist. His large hands fit perfectly in the hollows at her made by her hips. A thrill goes up her spine, She takes a big breath to control her breathing. Amy can’t let him know how easily he turns her on. How close he is to getting his way.

“Hey sexy lady.” he greets her amping up the platitudes from yesterday’s pretty girlfriend. Amy turns around to face him. He has a lazy smirk on his face. He knows what he is doing to her.

“I’m still not going.” Amy tells him crossing her hands over her chest to hide the signs of her arousal. Even though Sheldon has probably no doubt noticed. Sheldon noticed everything.

“Can’t a man just compliment his extremely arousing girlfriend?” he asks feigning innocence.

“He can but we both know you have ulterior motives.” Amy tells him and he pretends to look wounded. It would be so easy just to give in to him. Amy knows that is not what he needs though after his mother and Leonard who had an easier to just give in philosophy with him. Amy knows she has to show that she has a back bone.

“I think what I’m about to show you will change your mind.”

“If it’s your long list again we both know how I was left wanting yesterday.” she teases him biting her lip. He knew what he was saying yesterday, what he was insinuating with his list. It had shocked her and at the same time it thrilled her.

“My long list didn’t leave you wanting. I remember you being quite impressed.” Amy gulps not sure if he is talking purely about the comic con panelists any more.

“I’ve seen longer lists.” Amy shrugs trying to regain the higher ground.

“Really?” he says raising his eyebrows. “I guarantee that what I’m about to show you in the bedroom. You’ve never seen before.”

“I’m listening.” Amy says tapping her foot.

“Come on then.” he says grabbing her hand and dragging her to the bedroom. Her heart is thudding in her chest as he pulls her inside and shuts the door. This could be the end of the once a year rule.

“Well?” Amy asks remaining cool. Sheldon just smirks.

“Cover your eyes.” he says his voice low and husky. Amy sighs annoyed but does as she is told. She hears him move to the closet and open the door. Then she hears rustling. “Okay open them.” he says.

“Sheldon!” Amy says exasperated looking at the authentic Dumbledore and Mcgonagall costumes he is holding out. “Isn’t this a little presumptuous?”

“A little perhaps, however I thought once you saw how amazing we’ll look you’re mind would be changed.”

“I’m not changing my mind.” Amy says firmly.

“Amy aren’t you being a little stubborn?” he says annoyed.

“Me being stubborn? Isn’t that the pot calling the kettle stubborn!” Amy says throwing her hands up and moving to leave the bedroom. However Sheldon blocks her from exiting.

“Tell em one good reason you won’t go.” he demands.

“I already drove you five hours to an antique train museum and you’ve used up your favors. I have never held any interest in comic books or superheroes. The only reason you even want me to go is because everyone else canceled on you.” Amy says exasperated.

‘“I just said give me one reason, but alright.”

“Better yet Sheldon just give me one reason to go that’s not because you need a ride, or you don’t want to go with Stuart. Or you know I watch Once Upon a Time so I might enjoy that panel that you won’t even go to.”

“Just one reason?” he asks solemnly.

“I’ll accept more than.” Amy says.

“How about I love you? That I was worried about being away from you for five days because I would miss you so much. How I can’t sleep without you next to me anymore. That the guys canceling was less the reason I asked you and more the perfect excuse to ask you to come.”

“You wanted me to go before they canceled?” Amy asks touched.

“I put the bug in Penny’s ear about going to comic con. I was hoping you would follow suit. Only Leonard had to be a huge brat about it.”

“You know Sheldon you could have just told me all this.”
“I’ve never been the best at expressing me feelings into words.”

“I don’t know if its a wise idea for us to go as wizards. You know I have a hard time keeping my hands off you when you’re in robes.” Amy tells him and he leans into her pressing his lips against her ear whispering softly.

“Does that mean you’ll go?” he asks and she nods in ascension. “Amy you have just made me so happy.” he says moving his mouth to hers and kissing her deeply. Amy pulls away and pushes against his chest.

“I have a few rules though.”

“Alright.” he says leading her to the bed. “Go ahead.”

“No abandoning me I’m not wandering around a convention hall asking every tall Dumbledore if he’s Sheldon.”


“You have to pull your weight and help me drive to San Diego. I know you have your driver license and it would make me feel important if you drove me once in awhile.”

“I can do that.” he says. “Anything else?” he asks looking at her with hooded eyes. Amy’s only response is just to kiss him again on his mouth. Which he returns and pulls her downwards on the bed wrapping his arms around her. They kiss for awhile and when it starts to get heated Amy pulls away before Sheldon can.

“Just know that if you are in those periwinkle robes I can’te be trusted around you.” she teases him running a finger down his chest. “I might break the public displays of affection clause in our relationship agreement.”

“I hope you do. I”ll have to beat the men off with a stick when they see you in your outfit. I’ll have to put my claim on you somehow.”

“I’m all yours, always.” Amy tells him kissing him again.

“Always.” Sheldon agrees rolling her on top on him.

guess who binged watched gotham last weekend? oh boy here i go.

in which she can read minds, but all she hears from him is silence. jerome x fem!reader

Originally posted by kristieltrips


Lots of it. Always have been. Sure, reading minds can come in handy, but you never think about how there’s no off switch. Where there’s a conscious person — there’s racket. So a facility like Arkham is the last place you’d find yourself a quiet place with powers as such. That of course, until he came closer.

Her brows immediately met in a frown as a foreign tranquillity met her. She knew that his ginger head wasn’t empty, she just couldn’t her his thoughts. He covered the noise with his own notion, overshadowing the screams and whispers she grew custom to over the years of being in the same room as a bunch of psychopaths.

“Read your file the other day. Says your suicide attempt was narcissistic, but then I conducted a research of my own. You never talk, always far away from people, hiding in a way. Hm?” He said, her examining him closely. Usually she didn’t have to speak, well she could invade the privacy of another without even wanting to, but he was different. Interesting, scary even, with that smile on his lips, but nevertheless captivating.

“It’s a long story.” She breathed, throat dry at how little she did talk. Well, to really think about it, she hasn’t in nearly three years. A damn long time she’s been locked up in here.

“Oh honey, we have all the time in world, look around.” He gestured to the walls around them, the other inmates and the locked doors. Her cheeks tinted a tad bit at that, but she swallowed it down, her mouth opening to speak.

“I can read minds. Agh, sounds stupid when you say it out loud, but it is what it is. As a child I could handle it, the volume used to be down. But as I grew so did the noise. My birth givers are fancy folks, all holidays are spent with the entire family tree, and on my 14th birthday it just got too loud. I had just spilt juice on myself and I could here the built up disappointment in my relatives heads. God, what a failure, how can we even share the same blood? A miscarriage would’ve been way more useful than this klutz. My poor brother, what embarrassment he must be feeling to have raised such a mess of a daughter! And so I grabbed a knife, still covered in my birthday cake bits, jammed it straight down my guts. Over and over again, I just wanted it to stop. But they saw as an attention seeking. I’ve been here ever since.”

Touching. But can you prove it?”

“Okay, let’s see —” she looked around, wondering who to chose as her victim. “— that guard there! He wants to pick his nose, he’s thinking about it right now, embarrassed to the fact. Really though, dumb of him, this is a looney bin, who would even care? Oh look, he’s doing it!” She squealed when the man did raise his hand up to his face. “Another one? Hm, oh Jerry’s a good one!” She pointed to the man with a scar across his face. “He’s planning to choke Amy. Thinks she gossiped about him, but that’s gossip for you, it was actually Jenny, hear it all the time, she likes him lots, cute even, but sadly a reversed reaction. Pulling pigtails to show affection, oh and there he goes — wham! Hand on throat.” She retrieved her gaze to look at the ginger in front of her, guards already rushing to calm the other lunatics.

“You could’ve guessed all of that. The guard was twitching his nose before so it was only a matter of time before he scratched it. And Jerry was throwing glares at Amy all morning, also only a matter of time before he blew. So —” Jerome shrugged, Y/N’s lips parted because of course he didn’t believe her. No one ever did. “— the real test would be, what am I thinking about?”

“That’s why I’m talking to you — I can’t hear your mind. I know that they’re there, they overlap the noise of others, the closer you get the quieter it becomes. A relief if anything, but a mystery too.” She looked down, disappointed with herself because hell, he’s never going to believe it, sounded so damn fake.

“To say the truth, it’s probably better that you don’t tune in with what’s inside here.” He twisted one finger against his temple, a pleased smile on his face. “You say silence is relief for you? And the close I am the less you hear?”

“Of course it is, I’m surrounded by crazy people, the things that run through their heads — dear god.” She shook her head, already dreading the minute Jerome leaves her back to be alone, the horrible commotion of twisted minds reaching her again.

“Come here then.” He pulled her by the hands, her guard down as she fell into his arms, head in his chest as completely silence fell over them, and her head, consuming her with such relief she let out a sigh she’s been holding for years.

It became like a drug.


His words.

His silence.

A drug she she never stopped abusing since they met. She spent every breathing second next to him, stepping aside only when asked to or really needed to read somebody else’s thoughts. She stood now in the charity event, everybody’s eyes captivated by the beauty of Barbara Kean and the laugh of Jerome Valeska. Amused thoughts spinning in their heads, soon turned to panic and sheer fear as the entertainment turned menacing.

The ginger found her eyes in the crowd, throwing her a wink as she gave him a small smile, before he returned to the poor man with an apple of his head. She looked down, her smiling widening at how lucky she found herself to be. It’s like, they were meant to be, faith the romantics would say. It’s not even the silence she grew custom to, his thoughts too. The voiced ones of course, she loved that she needed to ask or look at his physical appearance to know how he feels or what he wants. She needed to touch him to know his feelings, and god did she love that. She didn’t care if she was just a pet for him, or if maybe secretly he did have a heart inside to love her, she didn’t care, she was thankful enough to have him.

Yet he did love her though, psychotic or not, the girl did catch his eye on the first night in Arkham. She was all he needed, he was free from the shackles of social standards, but he always knew he needed something else to be completed. And she was just that; a friend, a lover and a hand to hold when you were unsteady. He might have not expressed it much, the lost sanity part kicking in, but he did love her so.

Y/N lifted her gaze once again, ready to see his smile once more only for her throat to rip into a scream as she saw the elder Galavan stood in front of the ginger. A knife jammed inside his neck, the girl pushing past people as she ran over to the stage, eyes blurring with tears as she kept repeating denial all over again. She grabbed his face inside her hands, fingers trembling as her entire body shook, head shaking from side to side as she kept spitting out no’s. But it was too late, his eyes were lifeless, staring straight ahead of her as she sobbed.

She should’ve heard it. She should have been fucking listened. She should’ve known she was about to lose him. Yet all she did was stand aside, letting the boy she loved drop dead, the silence now erupting into chaos.

And all that there was;