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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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.

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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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 //


When you ask young girls what it means to have good character and be good people in relation to the issue of beauty they overwhelmingly say that it’s important to be “humble” and “not think you’re better than someone else” because of your beauty. While being humble is a great attribute, boys do not have this idea of humility hammered into them like girls do. Boys never say that’s it’s important to be humble about your appearance…they’ve never been taught that they should be. It’s only girls that are taught to conflate confidence and a high self esteem with an ugly character trait and a sense of superiority. It’s only girls that are taught that being confident is unattractive and makes you a bad person. And that carries forward into all aspects of their lives.


Hitto Finale!

HitoMami’s baby, Manami, has been blessed with a hammer as her magical girl weapon! And just like her mama Mami, she uses her sparkly ribbon to make her hammer. She can choose to hold it or swing it. o v o

Also putting Nodoka and Sayano again because they were suppose to be matching pictures loool

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)


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.

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.