hammer like a girl


Here’s a thing I’ve been working on for a while, redesigns for a lot of Sonic characters! I don’t like that as the series went on, the characters became more and more tied to a mold, so my aim was to make them varied, fun, and at the same time, consistent between each other.

Some notes:

  • Amy and Shadow are no longer hedgehogs, decided to make Sonic the only hedgehog. To be honest I didn’t settle on what species Amy is supposed to be, though she has some bunny-esque features, but Shadow was based off of tasmanian devils.

  • Amy is now a witch, and her Piko-Piko Hammer acts like a magical girl wand and broom. She’s a spring witch, casting those yellow and red springs you see in Sonic levels from her hammer, which are also two springs!

  • The second Blaze is just her without her sleeves and with her hair untied, to show what her paws and hair look like.

  • Jet is based off of a peregrine falcon

  • Bark the Polar Bear is now a girl.

aaaa just messing around with different Alex shapes

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w h a t  are you doing down there?

                                                        trying not to g e t  l o s t.

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anonymous asked:

first off, just wanted to say congrats on the new blog!! I'd like to request a scenario with a female s/o and todoroki and kacchan (seperately) where the s/o is kinda insecure and gets jealous when she notices how much attention the boys receive from other girls. Maybe end it off with them comforting her and it getting a lil steamy? ;) thanks!!

My very first request *_* Yeiiii 🎉

Thank you Anon! I’ll try my best to live up to your expectations!

It took a little longer than expected and I think I went a little over board 🙈 Nevertheless, I hope you’ll like it! 

Todoroki Shouto

The school bell rings, you grab your bag and stand up from your seat, ready to exit1-A’s classroom after a long, tiresome day. 

In your mind you are already enjoying the walk back to the dorms with your love, Shouto. A smile starts to form on your face, but it’s completely lost when the classroom door opens. You stop in your tracks and frown upon the scenery in front of you. A horde of girls has gathered in front of U.A.’s most famous class and like predators they are ready to catch a glimpse of their prey. The walk of pretty boys, that’s how rumor has it called. 

As you growl slightly, you don’t notice that Shouto is already at your side, ready to leave the room. “Can we?”, he asks, his heterochromatic eyes almost starring dispassionately at you. You wonder whether he really doesn’t know what’s going on or he doesn’t care, or he actually enjoys it. No, he’s not like that, is he? Half lost in your thoughts, you notice the white and red haired boy is still staring at you and all you manage to do is a nod. Without a second thought he turns on his heels and walks straight out of the door, you follow him just a step behind. He could have at least taken your hand or something, you murmur to yourself.

 Shouto pays no attention to his surroundings, as he passes the corridors quietly with you at his side, but you do. A lot. Suddenly, your heart starts beating faster and it feels like a hammer pounding in your ribcage. You can hear the other girls whispering as you pass by and you are sure they’re judging you. Of course they do, your boyfriend is literally the pretty boy of class 1-A and you are just an average looking girl, with average strength, average grades and an average quirk. You avert your eyes, looking to the floor. “What does he even want from this nobody?”, you are not sure if it was an actual comment or just one of your too many thoughts. Your footsteps come to a halt, when you almost bump into the back of your lover. Another crowd has formed, this time in front of him. You raise your head, seeing him chatting with some girls and oh my word, was that a smirk? You narrow your eyes as a sudden wave of jealousy is washing over your body. You feel your cheeks heat up and you inhale sharply, which goes not unnoticed by your boyfriend. He cocks his head, his lips ready to form an apology for the sudden interruption, but you are too busy to notice. You cut him off with a cute smile, but your eyes are like poison and your words cut like a knife “It’s okay Todoroki, I understand, see you at the dorms”. 

Not able to take it any longer, you make your way through the horde of girls, falling into a jog to escape as fast as possible. What’s up with you all of a sudden? By the time you reach the dorm door, you are out of breath. To regain your composure, both physically and mentally, you lean onto the pillar beside the door, taking a deep breath. The words you said to him left a bitter aftertaste in your mouth, you even called him by his last name. 

Again, you are too self-absorbed to notice that your boyfriend has caught up to you, currently watching you with a worried expression on his face. “Want to have a talk,___?”, you snap out of your trance, facing him at the end of the stairs. Your name roles like velvet from his tongue and you feel a sudden pang of guilt in your chest. Once more, the only thing you manage to do is a nod. He climbs the stairs and takes your hand into his, leading you inside the building, straight into his room. His hand feels warm and comforting. Do you really deserve this? Now? 

He closes the door behind him, releasing your hand. You raise your head to face him, he is as deadpanned as ever. Now he’s the one sighing, brushing his hair back with one hand at the same time. It’s not like he’s having no feelings at all and deep down you know that. You start to feel like an idiot. Again, he tilts his head, before he says bluntly “You are jealous, why is that?”. You bite your lip and before you can say anything he continues “You trust me, don’t you? I thought it’s a mutual thing”. 

You hurt him, didn’t you? Feeling a lot more self-conscious than before, you grab your left elbow with your right hand, trying to keep the little composure you had left. However, your body betrays you and before you can do anything, tears start streaming down your face. Shouto’s eyes change from questioning to concerned and you know you owe him an answer. Shakily you say “I am sorry, Shouto, I’m so sorry”, you grip your elbow harder “I… I actually don’t know why… no, I know…. it’s…. I feel so ashamed now”. You can’t really comprehend your thoughts and your body starts to shake from the erupting sob, but before it’s happening you feel a pair of strong arms wrapping around your body. Shouto pulls you close to his chest, his scent is calming and soothing. “I’m such an idiot, why do you even like me?”, your fingers clench his shirt and you ramble on “I’m just average, there are so many other girls, so many pretty girls, with cool quirks and they are super smart and –“, he cuts you off with a kiss. 

He might definitely not be the best at conveying his feelings with words, but he is definitely good when it comes to intimate actions. His kiss is deep and passionate “It might be true that there’s someone out there smarter than you, or you consider them more beautiful and their quirk better than yours, but to me”, he smiles “To me you are the best, the smartest, the most talented and most beautiful girl in the world. In my eyes you are utterly amazing”, again you start to tear up, but this time it’s because you are happy. You start to open your mouth, but before you can say something he cuts you off with a kiss again. It’s even more passionate and kind of apologetic. He bites your lower lip softly, asking for permission, which you eagerly grant him. You wrap your arms around his neck, carefully grinding against him, letting your feelings guide your way. A low growl escapes his throat and his grip around your waist tightens, before his hands starting to roam up and down the sides of your body, never breaking the kiss. Before you know it, he lifts you up in his strong arms, taking you to his futon. “I think this is a more adequate place to continue”, he says breathlessly.

Bakugou Katsuki

You were currently working out with your boyfriend, Bakugou Katsuki, the famous foul mouth of U.A.’s class 1-A. You were actually glad he allowed you to be here with him, that meant he acknowledged you as an equal, didn’t it? He would never work out with a person weaker than him, you knew that for sure. He mentioned it so many times, he wouldn’t make an exception for you, would he? He wouldn’t be around someone weaker than him, would he? You sighed heavily as you approached the next place in the gym. Why were you thinking about stuff like that anyway? 

You settled down in a spot in front of a mirror, ready to do some squats with some heavy weights on your shoulders. You wondered if those weights would be enough to impress your boyfriend. Stop, why were you even thinking about impressing him. You watched your reflection in the mirror. From head to toe and back. You had a nice body, didn’t you? Or maybe, maybe, you should define your arms more? Were they flabby? Taking a closer look into the mirror, you couldn’t only see your reflection, you also saw other girls in the gym working out. Girls with perfect bodies, girls lifting more than their own body weight. Holy shit, look at those beasts. Or were you just being the noob here?

 Right as that thought crossed your mind, you saw Katsuki staring at one of those chicks. You couldn’t really make it out, but you swore you saw a smile crossing his face. You narrowed your eyes, what did she have that you didn’t.

 You two came here regularly and truth to be told, this gym was actually the only place were other girls tried to approach him. The other girls at U.A. knew about Bakugou’s character, about Bakugou’s behavior. Usually, it was enough to keep them at a certain distance. You were one of the few once brave enough to defy him and together with your actions you earned his trust and as time passed, his heart. You were patient enough to discover that he was actually really smart and he cared for people dear to him. Okay, he cared in his own “Katsuki way of caring”, but well, he cared. It was different here in the gym though. Of course he brushed the flirting off, countering it with some curses and a lot of swearing. The hell would he care that he was speaking with girls. In his eyes everyone was equal, equally dumb, to be precise. Nevertheless, all the cursing and swearing didn’t stop those girls from talking to him. It was probably this bad boy vibe, you figured. 

Most of the time you didn’t mind, but you never saw him flashing a smile at any of those wannabe yoga chicks. Well, talking about yoga, this girl here in particular was lifting more weight than you ever did. Was that the reason he was attracted to her? Because she was stronger than you? You felt jealousy rising through your body. You wanted him to look at only you, wanted his smile to only be reserved for you. You clicked your tongue. If he wanted to have a badass chick, you could be that badass chick, couldn’t you? You added a little more weight onto the already heavy bar. Examining it cautiously, you suddenly didn’t feel so confident anymore. Once more you looked into the mirror. Those tiny arms of yours would never be able to lift all that shit, much less could your legs. You looked horrible, at least that’s how you felt at that moment. You looked so weak. He would just dump you, like some old trash. 

“Oi, watcha doin’ there?”, you snapped out of your thoughts and noticed Katsuki standing behind you. “Squats?”, you answered dumbfounded. The spiky haired boy spared your bar a glance, then looked back at you. “Tzk”, he exhaled, it was almost like he was mocking you. “What?”, you send him an annoyed glance, feeling the previous jealousy again “Think I’m being too weak, or what?”, you almost barked at him. “No”, he crossed his arms, cocking an eyebrow “I think you’re being stupid”. You bit your lip, not sure what to respond. “What? If you don’t want a sarcastic answer, then don’t ask a stupid question. It’s obvious you can’t lift that much”, you growled slightly. “Oh, so you’re really telling me I’m too weak?!”, it stung a little in your chest, even though you knew he was right. “Babe, shut it”, he hissed. “You’re telling me to shut it, but you smile at this bitch? Go and love yourself Katsuki”, you hissed back, jealousy had already taken a toll on you. He snarled, but you were already heading towards the exit.

“Woman!”, he caught up to you in the corridor. “God knows how lucky you are that you’re just some minor nuisance to me”, he grabbed your wrist. “Oh, now I’m a minor nuisance”, you countered. He rolled his eyes “Don’t take every of my fucking words with a fucking pinch of salt”, he pulled you closer to him. “Don’t jackshit me here”, he whispered, “I’m just worried about you, I don’t want you to hurt yourself”. He wrapped his arms around you and you felt all your frustration falling off, hot tears suddenly streaming down your face. “You’re playing dirty here, babe”, he whispered into your ear. “But you look kind of fucking sexy with that that sassy look”, you could feel his smirk even though your face was buried in the crook of his neck. “I smiled at that fucking yoga bitch cuz she desperately tried so hard with her ugly chicken legs”, he pulled away just enough to see your face. He wiped away some tears, before he caught your lips in a fiery kiss, pressing his body flush against yours. “Eeegh~”, you moaned “You’re sticky”, you giggled while hastily trying to catch your breath. “Shut it”, he slid his hands under your shirt, traveling all the way up your back, making you arch into his touch “You’re the same”, he smirked “Seems like we need a shower” “Idiot, we’re in the gym” “As if I care”, he pulled you into his arms again.

Date a girl who has a large bone-like hammer instead of a left hand. Date a girl with leathery, fireproof skin. Date a girl with a strong muscular body half as wide as she is tall, designed to work in a forge to build weapons for gods.

anonymous asked:

What are your thoughts on TBL premier? Personally I'm a little scared to hope for You Know What 😬 (and I'm not entirely sure Red should be the one to do it...)

Surprisingly, I really enjoyed the episode! I was really glad for its light-heartedness, for the space, the little moments, the glowing bursting happiness in that dancing scene. And also for the darker moments, the ties to the past (some coherency and memory at last). I’d be 100% content to get more of this, more of Liz actually connecting some dots (even if she’s still clueless at reading Red’s basic facial expressions), Liz and Red touching, Red living life to its fullest. 

And the ending really gave me hope, too. I’m tired of constantly whining and raging about this show, so I’ll try to be an optimist for once. I’m not sure if Tom really dies - but truth be told I don’t necessarily need him to die. I’d be satisfied seeing him back to being a vilain. 

And that interaction with Liz in the last scene was so close to his creepy season 1 persona, the ‘I’ll keep silent and stick close and not harm you as long as you give me a reason not to, as long as you’re of value to me’. Because that is utlimately what happened when he learned that Red was allegedly her dad, right? So I’ll just keep on hoping that Tom will get the villain-worthy ending he should have gotten back in season 1 (even if it’ll be a bit ironic, what with the whole ‘Redemption’ term having been thrown in there).

But I do agree that ultimately, Liz should be the one to kill him. To get her revenge at last. In a catharsis of rage and shame and self-conscious self-harted that’ll allow her character to move forward emotionally speaking. She needs to mature at last, to continue her journey towards self-discovery and towards the person who is worthy of having been chosen as Number Four’s handler.

sonamyshady  asked:

OH MY GOODNESS FINALLY WE CAN ASK! OKAY, I really wanted to tell you that your art is amazing. I also really love how your favorite character from Sonic is Amy and that you love her as much as I do. Also, I love how your ships are the same as mine!

Haha I totally forgot to put in an ask button. Yeah Amy’s a cutie, and I gotta say I got a thing for passionate strong girls. Swinging a hammer around like it ain’t no thing.

order / chaos - showtunes about sticking to the rules and descending into discord

around here - 9 to 5 // the speed test - thoroughly modern millie // practically perfect - mary poppins // could you? - little women // the hammer - matilda // like other girls - daddy long legs // don’t break the rules - catch me if you can // learn your lessons well - godspell // spooky mormon hell dream - the book of mormon // pandemonium - the 25th annual putnam county spelling bee // dead girl walking (reprise) - heathers: the musical // why are all these heads off? - lizzie // the destruction - carrie // the world was wide enough - hamilton // totally fucked - spring awakening //


Name Withheld Part 8

I ran a hand through my hair as I stepped into my apartment and dropped my bag on the little coffee table as I flopped down on the couch. I let out a sigh as I leaned back against the couch and let my head fall back against the back of the couch.
“So, it would have been nice to know that your dad is Black Mask.” I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard the distorted voice from behind me.
I leapt off the couch and quickly turned to face the voice with a look of displeasure on my face. “How did you get in here Red Hood?” I asked with a snarl.
“It was easy since you have a window.” He said as he motioned to the open window that was across from us.
I frowned deeply before I turned to look at him. “It’s not nice to break in to a lady’s apartment you know.” I said as I leaned down to pick up my purse. “What do you want? Money? Information?” I asked as I began to dig through my bag. I grazed the pistol that I had stuffed inside for safety measures and glanced back up at the Red Hood.
“Money would be nice, but information is what I’m here for hot stuff.” He said with a hum as he walked forward slightly.
I narrowed my eyes before letting out a laugh and shaking my head slightly. “I’m sorry but I don’t think I can do that big man. It seems that no matter what happens I will end up dead, so I might as well go out swinging don’t you think?” I asked as I tilted my head to the side and stared at him.
“And who said you were going to end up dead?” He asked in a serious tone.
I sighed and let go of my purse to reveal the gun that I had been hiding, pointing it directly at Red Hood. “If I tell you and you let me live my father will kill me or you will once you get what you need. If I don’t tell you, you will probably kill me to get at him. Not that it would do much good seeing as he could honestly care less as to what happens to me.” I stated as I pulled back on the hammer of the pistol. “So, like I said, I’m a dead girl either way.” I said.
“It’s not like I have anything to live for anyway.” I added in soft tone.
Red Hood stared at me in silence before sighing and shaking his head. “I’m not going to kill you. I didn’t plan on killing you at all.” He said and I couldn’t help but scoff.
“Bullshit, I know how you work Red. You don’t care about who dies or lives as long as you get what you need to take down the crime lords of Gotham City.” I snapped at him.
“Man, I’ve really made a name for myself, haven’t I?” He asked in an amused tone as he stepped a little closer.
I watched him carefully and kept the barrel of the gun pointed at his skull. “Step any closer and I won’t hesitate to pull the trigger.” I snapped at him.
Red Hood sighed and within a matter of seconds he darted towards me and quickly grabbed hold of my wrist and pointed it up to the ceiling. He bent my wrist in the wrong way, making me drop the gun, and pushed me towards a nearby wall. Red slammed me up against the wall with both of my wrists pinned above my head and his leg between mine to keep me in place.
“I don’t fancy hurting women if I can keep from it. Especially if they obviously don’t want to be a part of a crime.” He said in a gentler tone.
I furrowed my brow as I looked at him closely. “And what makes you think I don’t want to be?” I asked as I tried to pull my arms away from him.
He let out a chuckle and shook his head as he grip tightened against my wrists, pinning them to the wall even more. “Because on the first day I met you I could tell that you wanted nothing to do with Black Mask’s operations.” He stated.
I scoffed and let my head lean back against the wall. Why do I always end up in these situations? “Just tell me what you want so I can tell my…” I paused for a second as I tried to think about what I could consider Jason other than a great fuck buddy. Hell, would he even care if I disappeared?
“Yes?” Red Hood asked in a sing-song voice as he pushed himself closer to me.
“Never mind… Forget I said anything.” I mumbled as I shook my head. “What do you want Red Hood?” I asked in a dead tone when I noticed that he had frozen in place. I noticed that he was focusing in on my wrist rather intensely so I glanced up and let out a sigh when I saw that Jason’s name was on full display for him to see. “Sad, isn’t it?” I mumbled.
Red Hood removed his hands from my wrists and stepped back from me out of shock. “No… You can’t be…” He mumbled softly as he put his head into his hand.
I furrowed my brow as I rubbed at my wrists slightly. “Excuse me? Can’t be what?” I asked as I looked over at him.
He let out a sigh as he dropped down onto my couch and shook his head. “Is your name (Y/N)?” He asked.
My heart dropped when I heard my name through being said through the voice distorter that he had inside his helmet. I took a deep breath and slowly nodded my head. “Yes… How did you know that?” I asked in a hesitant voice.
He let out a sigh as turned towards me and ran his hands down my arms. “I’m just good like that.” It looked like he wanted to say more but kept quiet as he looked up at me through the white eye holes in his helmet. “I hate to do this to you since you are shaken up, but I need to know where his next operation is going to be.” He said.
I let out a sigh as well and ran a hand through my hair and nodded as I sat down beside him. “Alright… just promise me something Red.” I said as I looked over at him.
“What’s up?” He asked as he turned his body to face me better.
“If… If I happen to end up dead will you make sure to protect someone for me?” I asked. I looked over at him as he nodded his head slowly.
“I won’t let you be killed (Y/N). I promise.” He said in a soft tone.
“There is always the chance that it will happen. Please protect my soulmate. I don’t know how but he’s alive even though his name disappeared from my wrist, he’s alive and I want him to stay that way. My father has threatened to dispose of him if I were to cross him in any way. I don’t know what I would do if he were to be hurt because of me…” I said as my voice cracked slightly.
He stared at me for a few moments before sighing and nodding his head. “I can do that but I need to know his name so that I can find him.” He said.
I took a deep breath as I gripped the edge of my shirt tightly and squinted my eyes shut. “His name is Jason. Jason Todd.”
I had never seen someone shoot up from a couch as fast as he did.

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Sonic forces prompt: Dimensions and Sonamy

Being flung into a dimensional rip through which Infinite’s power was manifested, Amy cried out for help as Modern Sonic quickly stepped to dash in after her.

Suddenly, he was blocked by the other Sonic, a smaller version of himself, who extended his arms out and shook his head.

In his eyes, it was clear what he was saying…

This universe needed their Sonic… the extra can take his place.

For now.

Dashing before the dimensional rip closed, Classic Sonic reached out for Amy’s hand.

They were spun through a magenta void before spat out in Classic Sonic’s dimension.

“AHH!” Amy continued to fall before the plane of angles shifted, and she, instead, was falling horizontal now.

She felt gravity pull her down and suddenly skidded across the ground, before Classic Sonic pulled her hand up and turned around, taking the majority of the landing and leaving her with just some scratches.

They tumbled till Amy fell flat and laid a moment… shaking her head upon getting up and gasping over to her little hero…

“Other Sonic!” She quickly scrambled to her knees, before seeing him lean himself up and place a hand to his head, also shaking off the impact.

He turned back to her, and gave her a thumbs up, showing he was alright too.

She crawled a moment towards him, extending a hand before seeing the gesture and sighing, placing the once offered hand up to her chest now to heave a heavy relief off her shoulders.

“I’m so glad…”

He got up and dusted himself off, looking around.

Suddenly, he heard a familiar cry and turned around, seeing Tails and Knuckles rush up to him, he happily greeted them.

Amy blinked her eyes…

“Tails..? Knuckles?”

The two turned to the strange girl, looking back at each other, tilting their heads in curiosity at how she knew their names, and looked to Sonic for answers.

He happily mimed her three top bangs, then pushed his own quills down to flatten them a bit, mimicking her hairstyle, and followed with swinging his arms around and then putting them together down by his side, much like…

They suddenly knew the pose he was striking- Amy Rose!

They turned with their new found epiphany up to the girl…


Was Amy Rose?

They looked her up and down before Tails gestured a teasing thumb to her and turned to Sonic, grinning widely.

She looked a little confused… turning to the Sonic for answers, but he just spread himself like he was offended in some way, and shook his head to Tails.

Knuckles’s chest bounced with what seemed to be a silent laughter, and slapped his back, as if continuing the mocking as Sonic glared him down with what appeared to be a threat.

Amy still didn’t quite understand… pulling her eyebrows down in an arch that showed her true confusion, before looking back up to the sky where no sign of their arrival here existed anymore.

“…Sonic…” she collapsed, falling to her knees, rubbing her eyes. “My Sonic…”

Her voice was full of deep sorrow, as if longing for him, but also losing hope.

The three suddenly quit their jokes to look back at her new, strange, behavior.

“…Ohhh… Without Infinite’s dimensional abilities… how am I ever going to get home?” she looked over to the three, before bending her head down in what appeared to be defeat.

Before she could even start crying, Classic Sonic approached her and shook a finger up at her.

She looked over and sniffed, before nodding with a smile.

“You’re right. I can’t cry now. That’s not what you would want me to do.” she pepped up a little.

Putting her hands in fists, she held them close to her face and nodding, looking more determined as she got herself up off the ground, bending her feet a little pigeon-toed…

“My Sonic wouldn’t want me to give up! He’s probably just as worried about me as I am about him too!” she turned to her silent friends.

“Tails, Knuckles-! There’s got to be a way to get me home! To Sonic!” she nodded as if sure that there had to be at least one way…

The two looked attentive, as if her words were ‘orders’ that they were willing to obey.

They looked to each other after nodding that they would help, but seemed a little lost as to how…

They thought a moment, before Tails pulled Sonic over and pointed to a sign that read ‘PAST’.

He excited nodded, and moved over to Amy, holding his hands out to her.

She was confused again, “You.. want something … from me?” she guessed, leaning away from him and blinking, not knowing if she was right.

He shook his head, and gave her a kind enough look.

“…Oh!” She realized he wanted to carry her.

“…U-…Umm.. Will that.. well,… work?” she tucked her dress under her bum, as if unsure about it, since the size difference was.. well.. substantial.

He looked slightly annoyed by that remark and her hesitation, having seen the other Sonic carrying her around this way, he didn’t see any problems with it.

He shook his hands out again, twice.

Seeing he was losing patience, she realized he may be too young to understand… and simply turned to ‘flop’ down on his hands.

It was awkward for a second, but he lifted her over his head and began to run.

(Finding Nemo side moment: Woah. He touched the butt.)

Racing ahead of his two other friends, they suddenly noticed an Angry Eggman flying smack dab over in front of them to try and block their way.

“Yooou-!!! Just when I was about to defeat you! You spiny, blue-!… oh?” Robotnik took notice of the rather large pink hedgehog he was holding above his head.

He rose his eyebrow, and corresponding with the action, his mustache lifted as well.

“Aren’t we making friends…” He growled out, tapping his fingers to his eggpod he hovered around in. “Don’t you think you have too many as it is? I mean, sheesh, Sonic! Everywhere I turn now there’s another dumb-looking sidekick behind you.”

“Egg…man?” Seeing the shift in his design, she was amazed he also looked smaller too…

“…Have we met?” The old man glared at her, before turning down to look at Sonic. “And speaking of the pink elephant in the room-”


“Aren’t you too young to be picking up women?”

“Hmph! For your information…” she suddenly summoned her piko piko hammer, making Sonic stagger below and try and keep her balanced.

“Sonic likes younger girls!” she threw the hammer, knocking Eggman out of his orbit as he spun off into the distance.


His cries were heard for a minute before a twinkle silence all other concerns about him.

Knuckles and Tails turned to gawk at her, Tails having stars in his eyes at how powerful she was, Knuckles amazed she could summon a weapon, and Sonic just dumbfounded she beat Robotnik in one fatal swoop.

She folded her arms, puffing a side of her cheek up and tossing her head to the side.

She blinked when she noticed the three looking at her to call her bluff…

“Eh-heh-heh…” she giggled, nervously before rolling her eyes up to the sky again. “W-well.. It’s not completely.. a bluff...” she shrugged, clearly just trying to save face a little. “I simply made an educated guess, and stated it in confidence.” she held her head high but peeked an eye open to see if they were buying it.

They were making fun of her.

“Ohh..! I know my Sonic better than you do, okay!? Hmph! But don’t lie and say you didn’t think me taking down Eggman in one hit wasn’t cool! I saw you’re faces!” she folded her arms.. before wagging a hand down at them as they continued to poke fun at her.

They warned her to not put words in other people’s mouth, moving their hands to gesture talking over their own mouths and making her embarrassed…

They sped through the past to use the dimensional time stone to warp Amy back, Classic Sonic going back with her to help the cause, explaining it to his friends…

But taking the stone back with him…

(an idea I randomly had lol xD It’s kinda silly…But late night writing does that to you lol!)

roninhunt0987  asked:

To tails: hey tails if its okay... X3 is it alright if i can have a hug???

“Hey, Sonic. What’s with women and hugs?” “That’s how they get’cha! You’re just running and minding your own business and then suddenly-WHAM. A perfume-scented, giggling psychopath is boa-constricting your last seconds of freedom!” “…..And?” “It’s exhilarating! I-I m-m-mean-what I meant was- Just be careful, Tails.”

“By careful… do you mean… physically alert and attentive?” “More like… use your little hammer thingy if necessary. Fan-girls can be loco.”

“But your best friend is a fan-girl…”     “Tails, how many times have I told you? We don’t talk about my life! Only how your’s is less cooler than mine!” “Ugh.”

“Well, I’m going for it. I’ll get some protective gear on and there should be no problems with me giving out free hugs. I hear they do it all the time in Puppy-con!”

*One hug later*

“Tails-! Buddy! Are you al-….”

“~You were right, Son-on-onic… Exhilarating is definitely how I would descri-i-i-ibe that~”

“Eh.. heh… heh…”

death-and-excrement  asked:

I was at an engagement party and I was completely hammered, anyway there was this girl who looked just like you and so I stumbled over and was like "TOOICONIC how the HELL are ya?" Before falling over and passing out. Anyways thought I'd share my strange false encounter with you hehe.

omfg I wish that were me I’d love to run into some tumblr person 😂😂😂


WWE Imagine

Requested- Dean Ambrose gets his hands on you after you’ve been teasing him all day!
Word Count: 1291
Warnings: Smut, Language.
Author’s Notes: LOVE, this request I hope you enjoy Anonn!

  You smile when you spot Dean walking through the hallway, he was walking towards you, his head down, headphones in. You smiled a little wider, his shaggy hair bounced with every step.

  “Hey watch it!-” You said, with fake irritation  as you purposely stepped in front of him, making him run into you.

  “I’m sorry Darlin’!” His wide eyes were filled with sincere worry as his hands grasped you tightly around the waste, pulling you towards him to balance you.

 “Well, normally I would be upset, but since the result was me being pressed against you like this I don’t really mind” You giggle, reluctantly stepping back, your teeth catching your bottom lip suggestively.

 “Oh, I- uh-” He shakes his head, his face reddening a little as his casts his gaze down at the floor.

  “Come on Ambrose, don’t be shy” You purr as you walk by him, skimming your hand across his thigh lightly. “See you tonight” you murmur softly, “In the ring of course.” You smile as a shiver runs though him.

 “Yeah, see you to-tonight!” He stutters, shoving his hands into his pockets, and walking down the hall again, glancing back at you a couple times. You and Dean had a tag-team match tonight against Seth and Sasha, and you intended to drive him crazy the whole time.

Through out the match you  bounced up and down and bent over the ropes, making sure he got a eye full whenever you could. When you were tagged in you made sure you whimpered loud enough for him to hear, and when you were hit, you made sure it sound much more suggestive than it was.

 When you get backstage you deliberately try to walk away from him, smiling as he catches you quickly, his huge hand curling around your smaller wrist, engulfing it, and tightening, stopping you and swinging you around to face him, his eyes were burning.

 “What was that all about Y/N?” His voice was low and husky as he racked his free hand through his disheveled hair. His grip never left your wrist. You looked over him once, taking in his appearance. His black wife beater was soaked with sweat from the match, his arms glistened with sweat as well, and his face was only a couple inches from yours, his breath fanned over your face.

 “I don’t know what you’re talking about Dean I was jus-”  “Don’t play stupid Y/N” Dean interrupted you, not falling for your innocent gaze, and fluttering eyelashes.

 “You’ve been teasing me all damn day, and you know it” His voice was low, and sent shivers down your spine.

 “What are you going to do about it Mr. Ambrose?” You purr, steeping closer to him, your faces only a couple inches apart.

 He let out a low growl, his eyes closing as he raked his hair back again, when he opened his eyes again, they were filled with need, and hunger. “Well, I think I am going to take you back to my locker room and make you beg for me to fuck you senseless since you want to be a little tease Y/N” His tone made you shiver, and sent a hot, wet, wanting to directly to your throbbing mound.  

 “Dean!” You squeal as he yanks you through his locker room door, slamming you against the wall adjacent to the door, his hands finding your shirt ripping it over your head, tossing it to the floor behind him as his lips find your neck.

 “Dean please!” You beg as he pulls his shirt over his head discarding it as well, and reaching down to undo the buckle on his belt.

  “Mmmm, that’s what I want to hear Darlin’ Beg me” He snarls his jeans falling to the floor as he steps out of them, his erection springing free. He was big, bigger than anyone else you‘d ever slept with.

  You make quick work of your ring shorts, pushing them down quickly, your panties going down with them. “Damn Y/N” Dean stops for a second taking in your naked body, his eyes roaming all over your exposed flesh, landing on the apex of your thighs.

 “Please Dean I need you” you whimper as you step into him, his erection pressing into your hip hard, throbbing softly against you. “Please” you moan into his mouth as your tongues intertwine.

 “Lay down” he groans around your mouth, pointing at the bench in the centre of the room. You hurry ove to it, and lay flat on your back, spreading your legs so that there is one on either side of the bench, your soaked cunt exposed as he settles between your legs, his face inches from your core.

 “Looks like someone is ready” Dean murmurs, his breath breezing over you and making your back arch.

 “I’ve been ready since I first saw you” You breath as his tongue caresses your knob, swirling skillfully around you, making you moan loudly. “Fuuuck!” You hiss, gripping the bench with one hand and moving so the other is curled into his long hair.

 “Mmm You taste amazing Y/N” Dean purrs again, one of his finger tracing your entrance, driving you crazy. “Dean! Pleaseeee!” You whine pushing against his face and fingers, your body begging for some kind of release.

  He pushes one finger into you achingly slowly, his tongue still lapping at your heat. “Christ you’re tight” he growls as he pushes another finger into you, making a come-hither motion  over and over, making you whimper and throw your head back.

“Please fuck me Dean please!” You beg your voice cracking as you moan.

 “Since you asked so nicely” He coos, removing his fingers and crawls up your body, planting kisses up your torso, stopping momentarily at each of your hardened nipples, taking each into his mouth one at a time, his teeth and tongue tormenting them.

 “Dean!” You beg, grinding yourself into him, your body aching with want. He smiled down at you as he positions himself against your soaked mound. “Ready baby?” He Teases, his breath heady in your ear, his teeth grazing your earlobe.

 “Please” you whimper once again. “Ah!” You nearly scream as he buries himself into you in one hard thrust, “Shit, God you feel good.” He growls against your neck.

You wrap your legs around his waist, and your arms around his broad shoulders, Digging your nails into him. “Fuck, Dean, Fuck!” You moan as he stretches you, his cock pounding in and out of you repeatedly, his breathing becoming thicker in your ear. “Oh Fuck, Jesus you feel as good as you taste Darlin’!” Dean exclaims as he bottoms out in you once again.

“Dean! I’m going to Cum!” You nearly scream as he hammers into you for what seems like the hundredth time.

 “Good girl, Cum on my cock” He snarls into your ear sending you over the edge as a hard orgasm rocks through you, Making you wake and clench him.

 “Fuck, Mmm I’m going to cum to baby!” He moans into your neck his breath hot on your neck. “Agh!” He grunts as he pushes hard into you once more, his load filling you.

 “Shit” you whimper as he pulls out, and collapses on the bench next to you. “That was amazing” you pant, your eyes still closed as you try to steady your breathing.

 “Yes it was.” He grins, his breathing still erratic. “Round two?” You giggle, crawling on top of him, placing your hands on his chest and a kiss on his lips.

Sophie: “Fights in every period? Even on power plays?”

Nate: “How did you know…?

Sophie: “This guy is like a minor hammer, like Dave the Hammer Shultz.”

Hardison: “Did she…?”

Sophie: “What? A girl can’t watch hockey?”

Nate: “What’d you steal?”

Sophie: (quietly) “Something hockey related. A certain trophy.”

Nate: “No you didn’t. Not the Stanley Cup. No I saw it last year in Boston.”

Sophie: “No, that was a fake. And not a very good one. No no no, sorry. My engraver, was awful.”

Nate: “Okay, so where’s the real one?”

Sophie: (in her con voice) “I don’t remember.”

–Leverage (The Blue Line Job, S5E2)

anonymous asked:

i don't know if you're still taking prompts... i'll just leave this here... have you considered smoaking billionaires having a pillow fight? (oh and thanks to you and @rosietwiggs they're my ot3 now... except 2/3 of it are currently dead! happy?)

I am actually not taking prompts at this time, but damn it, this one might just unstick me on that last piece of the high school AU cuddlefic I’ve been trying to hammer down. So, this is slightly adjacent.

“So do, like, girls do that sleepover thing?” Oliver asked the deep blue canopy on Tommy’s four-poster.

Felicity, sitting up cross-legged in her sleep-shorts and a muscle shirt she stole from Oliver—she was an unrepentant clothing thief, and neither of them had the guts to tell her how dangerous it was for her to wear that shirt sans bra (both were stupid enough to believe she wasn’t wearing a bandeau underneath if they caught just the slightest hint of creamy-skinned sideboob)—hugged her pillow tighter and looked at him like he was crazy.

Tommy craned his head from her lap, one eyebrow curiously raised.

What sleepover thing, Oliver?” Felicity half-laughed the question.

He rolled his head on the bedcovers to stare up at her towards the headboard. “You know, that thing they do in all the movies. The panty pillow fights.”

Tommy clapped a hand over his mouth to stifle his snort of laughter. Oliver was good and buzzed and clearly stupid enough to ask Felicity generalized stereotypical “all girls” questions.

Felicity’s lips parted slowly as she held Oliver in an incredulous staredown. “Really, Oliver?”

He propped up on his elbows, reaching up to run an absentminded hand over his fresh buzzcut—still not used to it after getting his hair shaved off in a fit of pique. “Yeah, really. Like, I know you stayed over that one time with Laurel and Sara. Wasn’t McKenna there, too? I mean, according to Hollywood, there should have definitely been a pillow fight in your underwear.”

Felicity sighed and shook her head, covering Tommy’s hand on his mouth with her own; she really didn’t need him contributing to this nonsense right now. He “mmph”ed up at her indignantly, wiggling his hand out from under her own. “Sure, Oliver. We painted our nails and braided each other’s hair while talking about boys, and then we all took off our pants and lightly batted at each other with feather pillows.” She rolled her eyes. “Feel free to masturbate to the image in the shower tomorrow.”

“Ugh!” Oliver laughed, grinning wide. Tommy echoed him—muffledly—under Felicity’s hand. “It’s not like that, Felicity, I was just wondering what the difference is between girl-sleepovers and our sleepovers.”

She narrowed her eyes at him skeptically, but decided to go out on a limb and pretend she believed him. “Well,” she drawled, smirking. “The main difference is the three of us don’t stand topless in front of the mirror and compare our boob sizes and practice kissing on each other.”

It was Oliver’s turn to rolls his eyes—Tommy said something into Felicity’s palm, but neither of them could understand him and so paid him no attention. “Right, okay. Well, my boobs are bigger anyways because I work out more than Tommy and you got skipped by the boob fairy—”

"Asshole!” She shrieked in laughter.

He sat up all the way, shit-eating grin beaming proud. “—but any time you want to brush up on your kissing skills, I could generously donate my time and expertise.”

Lifting her chin haughtily, Felicity started, “I—”

—and broke off with a loud yelp, yanking her hand off Tommy’s face with a look of disgust and disbelief. “You licked me!”

You wouldn’t let me talk!” He shot back, smirking. Switching his attention to Oliver, his smirk went mean. “And brother we both know that if anyone’s got tongue technique to pass on, of the two of us, I win every time.”

Oliver stuck his tongue out in response—and wriggled it obscenely. “She asked for kissing practice, buddy, not tips on how to go down on other girls.”

Tommy just laughed, and Felicity groaned exaggeratedly. “You two are the actual worst.”

Tommy waggled his eyebrows up at her and stuck his tongue out, undulating it suggestively.

“I have had enough of your tongue tonight, thanks so much,” she snarked, hefting her pillow and smooshing it down on his face.

He rolled away from her, giggling; a wicked gleam in his eye, Oliver reached across Tommy and snatched up a pillow. “Oh, it’s on now, Smoak.”

Felicity’s eyes went wide, mouth falling open as she scrambled onto her knees, her pillow in front of her like a shield. “I didn’t even hit you, Oliver! I—”

He whacked her one-handed against her pillow, and she squeaked and scooted off the bed to a stand.

Jacknifing up with his fists in the air, Tommy hollered, “Pillow fiiiiiight!” and took up arms, dual-wielding a pillow in each hand. He swatted Oliver quickly in the head—who crowed in protest, but went down on the mattress—and then ninja-rolled off the side of the bed after Felicity, who shrieked and smacked at him before scampering away.

"Get her!” Tommy yelled, darting after Felicity’s retreat.

“Oh, no, guys that’s not fair, that’s cheating!” She squealed, Oliver hopping to his feet to the bed’s right and prowling after her in mock-menace.

Looking hunted, Felicity’s eyes darted between them and she bit her lip against her broad smile—and then leaped back onto the bed, standing. She held her pillow high, eyes wild and dancing in delight. “You’ll never take me aliahh!

She never finished the sentence before Oliver and Tommy tackled her onto her back, lightly beating her with their pillows as she dissolved into helpless giggles.