In the recent “Welcome to the Madness” manga, Yuri references the fact that he bought his WttM outfit while he and Otabek were shopping in Barcelona together. this is a short, fluffy, comic about that time.
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Male idol: *breathes 2 feet away from band member*
het cis fangirls: oH MY GOD DID YOU SEE THAT OH MY GOD THEY ARE DATING THEY LOVE EACH OTHER !!!!1!!1!111!!! I SHIP IT !!!!1!!11!!!!
queer fan: maybe this idol isn’t completely straig-
het cis fangirls: umm excuse me sweaty why are you asuming his sexuality you can’t do that that’s rude :)
Once we were in a campaign where we had to bring a dwarven diplomat to an elven city. He was there to talk to the elven princess about a war that was outbreaking. Well in all the time we were waiting the rogue made a offhanded comment on how the bard should ask for the princesses hand in marriage, he accepted the challenge and went to buy a ring.
A bit later we sent the druid in to make sure everything was okay at the palace, since there was a big ruckus. Open entering the room the diplomat and princess were in she realised there must have been an attack because people are dead and the princess was wounded.
DM: You see the princess has bloody bandages around what were once her hands.
Druid: Oh… Oh gosh…
DM: She is disheveled, a shell of what she once was…
Rogue ooc: *Starts cracking up*
DM: What could even be funny right now?
Rogue ooc: *Between laughing* How are you going to put that ring on her, when she’s got no hands!
Hogwarts AU! While drawing this I realized I really need this in my life. If anyone knows/ has written a fanfic please tell me so I can read it!
I think that Roy would be a Slytherin and Riza would be a Hufflepuff, but I’d like to know more people’s opinions as well so feel free to rant about this with me I love talking about FMA and Harry Potter <333
So I know I said I was away at some of my friends’ place, but everyone went to bed early because we’re suppose to wake up super early in the morning to go and visit Brussels and I have no self-control (or common sense apparently) so I’m on the internet while everyone sleep and..yeah basically I have time to write a fic, it’s silly and not great, wrote it in litteraly twenty minutes, but here we go, hope you’ll like it :
When J’onn J’onzz, aka Martian Manhunter, asked where the Batman was, he wasn’t expecting to blush for the first time in his life.
So that’s how it felt to be so embarassed that your face changed color…it wasn’t pleasant. It was a very human emotion.
He came in the common room of the Watchtower looking for the bat because he had infos for him, infos he asked and said were highly important for one of his current case back in Gotham City.
J’onn scanned the room quickly.
Aquaman was conversing with Green Arrow and Black Canary. Wonder Woman was arm wrestling Hawkgirl, AND Zatanna AND Green Lantern (not allowed to use his ring of course), and the amazon was clearly having a blast “fighting” them, not even a drop of sweat on her face. Flash was playing ping-pong against himself, under the gaze of Shazam who was trying to keep up
Superman was sitting on one of the couches, on his own, away from everyone (which was unusual), visibly grumpy.
…A lot of J’onn’s colleagues where there, the World being rather calm, but no trace of Batman, or his wife, or even his children. Mm.
Well, the next best thing to locate the bat,a after you and his kids, was to ask his best friend, Clark.
J’onn went to him and sat down in front of him.
Still frowning, and clearly not happy, Superman turned to give a sideway look at his fellow alien friend and said, a bit coldly :
There was a short and awkward silence, and Clark was definitely avoiding J’onn’s eyes, which made the martian question :
-Have I done anything to offend you ?
Surprised, Superman finally turns his head fully toward his friend and, after a moment of confusion says :
-What ? No. No no you’re fine, it’s not you the problem don’t worry. Sorry…
-You seem on edge, are you alright ?
-Yes, I’m okay.
-I’m here to talk if you want to, and…
-I’m fine J’onn ! Just a bit…distracted and annoyed, that’s all.
-It’s none of your goddamn business. It’s annoying and there’s nothing you can do about it !
-It’s not like you to be so…harsh. You know you can tell me Clark. What is distracting you like so ?
Clark pouts and crosses his arms, burrying himself deeper in the couch, and doesn’t seem to want to talk further, but after a moment finally says :
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There were only two things that made Ministry functions bearable: appetizers and Hermione in a dress, well, more accurately, taking Hermione out of her dress at the end of the night. Dancing wasn’t bad either, as long as it was his wife and not some old crone who wanted to babble on and on about his “war hero” status.
He had managed to escape two of those this evening and avoid a rather forward witch who was interning in his Dad’s department. Kingsley had cornered his beautiful wife half an hour ago, and he was now scanning the crowd trying to locate her.
A moment of unease furrowed his brow; even though he knew it was a bit silly, he always felt better when he knew she was safe, especially in large crowds. Before he could work himself up too much, Ron felt a hand on his back and another one slip into his pocket.
“Looking for someone?”
“Yeah, my wife, you seen her?”
“Not sure…what’s she look like?”
“You couldn’t miss her: she’s the most gorgeous witch here.”
“She must be to land a catch like you… not be too bright though…leaving you unattended…there’s all manner of birds swarming about. I’m sure they’d love to get their hands on such a fit specimen as yourself.”
Ron turned around, chuckling as he gazed into his wife’s eyes; they sparkled in that playful way he adored.
“Thank Merlin you’re back! I was positively afraid for my life out here alone.”
“You poor thing! How can I ever make it up to you?”
27 August 2017 | tagged by @saltyattic (WHO LOOKS LIKE A GODDESS BTW - WHY ARE ALL MY FRIENDS SO GORGEOUS (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ) |
omg okay wow i’m not even joking, but it took me an hour to scour for selifes- because i never take them, searching for them was such a workout abhdsfjn, mars thanks for providing me such agony. also a rare sighting of me before my bangs?? ( i can’t believe this was taken this jan ლ( ¯ ロ ¯ “ლ))
🌸 so this is a shipping tag? (i’m still confused send help) so let me know who i should be shipped with in bts (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄) (tell me your honest opinions!╰(*´︶`*)╯)
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ManChildTrump has quickly condemned the terrorist attack in Barcelona, Spain. But, I think he should wait until he has all the facts before he comments. There might be some “very fine people” on both sides!
Thanks again to @diversemediums and @outlandishchridhe for helping me polish this chapter up. It fought me a little, but we got it worked out. And there’s some epic stuff coming, just you wait. As always, I appreciate all of your comments and questions. I’m in love with this AU and your responses have been incredible. Thank you so much.
Jamie tossed and turned, unable to find a comfortable position to sleep. Had it really only been one day? Having a brief flash that she’d come back to see him, hearing a knock on the door, opening it to find those thugs come to steal him away, and then… Claire.
She closed the door behind her with a sigh. Her face was drawn and worried, like she had a million things running through her mind. She moved in front of the mirror and leaned against the counter, meeting her own eyes.
“It’s time,” she said.
At first, she looked sad. Whatever it was time for weighed on her heavily. And then her expression changed into something altogether different. She ran her hands through her hair and straightened up.
“I have to tell him.”
Jamie woke breathing hard, sitting up and wiping the cold sweat from his face. That was Claire. Claire Beauchamp. Not a woman who looked like her, from some distant past. But a Claire from the future. He swore quietly. Normally he’d have gotten out his dream journal and written it all down, but this was something he needed to speak about with Murtagh.
He stumbled down the stairs, replaying the scene in his mind until he found Murtagh and shook him awake. Ignoring the grumbling, Jamie explained the entire vision to his godfather in as much detail as he could. Murtagh’s countenance changed from one of annoyance to one of concern as he listened to the details of the vision. Both men were worried now.
“Who was ‘he’?”
“I dinna ken. Do ye think it could be…” Jamie was afraid to even say his name, as if it would conjure him.
Murtagh pinched the bridge of his nose.
“She didna believe ye when she came here, aye? Do ye really think her acting is that good?”
“If she’s working wi’ him, wouldn’t she have to be that good?”
Murtagh shook his head slowly.
“Nay, lad. I saw her eyes when she came here and she spoke true. I dinna think she’s working wi’ him.”
“Then what does it mean?”
“That’s no’ my job, lad. Ye need to gi’ it time. Go write it down like ye should have when ye woke. Remember what yer da said. It isna for ye to ken the reason for the vision, only to ken when to share it.”
Jamie nodded and ran a hand over his head.
“Ye dinna think he’s found me?”
“No,” his godfather said softly. “He doesna ken where ye are, Jamie. Go and get some rest if ye can. I’ll keep watch.”
Claire slept for the rest of the day after she’d come home from the Fraser’s. Most of her rest was dreamless, except for one moment that had been vivid.
She was outside herself, watching as she walked through her own flat. Her hair was a mess and she looked like she hadn’t slept in at least a day. When she made for the toilet, Claire wondered why she was dreaming about herself like this.
But then she was watching herself in front of the mirror, like she sometimes did before a surgery. Meeting her own gaze, determined to be her best.
The look in her eyes was a little sad, but not full of regret. Like she was letting go of something, and she knew letting go always brought some amount of pain. But then she ran her hands through her hair and straightened up. That look of determination was as familiar as her own home.
“I have to tell him.”
Then one corner of her mouth curled up in a smile.
Claire was jolted awake by her cell beeping at her. Glancing at it, she saw a text from Frank.
Remember we have a dinner party tonight. Please wear something sensible. And would you mind straightening your hair? It always looks so lovely on you that way. -F
With a heavy sigh, she got up and went to shower. It would take some time with her brush and flat-iron to get her curls tamed. Curls were unruly and unpredictable - spontaneous. When he took her out to a faculty function for his university, he preferred things to be neat and tidy. A simple, modest dress, and hair that didn’t look like she’d stuck her fingers in an electrical outlet.
Taking breaks whenever her arms got sore, she got herself ready for a night of boring conversation. One last glance in the mirror and she nodded to herself. She looked professional and put together, like Frank would be.
The dinner had soft music playing in the background, only loud enough to fill the silences. Claire sat down beside Frank and he dove straight into a conversation about some historical find. With nothing to really engage her, she let her mind wander. The dream she’d had bothered her. Usually when she had dreams like that, she didn’t see herself moving about. Thinking back, the only other time she’d experienced that had been…
Could it have been another one of those shared dreams? Like Jamie and I shared a few weeks ago?
But what had it been ‘time’ for? Was it some vision of her future? Perhaps she should go see him again and ask that he read her future. Or maybe she should just ask if he’d had a similar dream or vision. But if he hadn’t, what would that mean?
“Claire?” Frank whispered.
“Claire, are you alright? You seem distracted.”
She sighed, giving him an apologetic look and weak smile.
“I’m sorry. Yes. I am distracted. I was just thinking about… about one of my patients. Wondering how he’s doing.”
“So, Claire,” said an elegant woman. “Frank tells us you work at the hospital?”
Mustering up her formal smile, she nodded.
“I do. I’m a surgeon.”
“Oh my, that’s quite impressive!”
The man sitting beside her, presumably her husband, leaned in, interrupting the conversation.
“Say, Randall. Have you heard the rumors going about?”
“Which ones, Harvey? There’s dozens of rumors about all sorts of things.”
“The Scottish Revolution, of course! The White Rose, rising again.”
Frank laughed and took a sip of his scotch.
“They say that every few years, Harvey. You should know by now it’s a hoax. Scotland isn’t going to fight for independence again, not after the ‘45.”
Claire had begun to tune out again, but Frank’s mention of the ‘45 caught her attention. The book on the shelf that lead to Jamie’s safe room had been about the ‘45.
Harvey waved a dismissive hand.
“No, no. There’s a man who seems determined. Says he’s got something so powerful that England herself will be brought to her knees.”
“A Scottish revolution? One man with a weapon that powerful? Someone would have said something by now if that was true,” Frank said.
“And besides,” entered a new voice. “What sort of weapon could bring England to her knees? And what man is this you think will bring on this so called ‘revolution’?”
Harvey leaned forward, pleased to have an interested audience for once.
“They say he’s called Mackenzie, sometimes Mac. He’s a crafty man. Determined to find this thing he’s been searching for. I’ve heard one rumor that it’s a powerful bomb, that he’ll use to threaten England. But some say… He’s looking for a psychic.”
The table around her erupted into laughter, but Claire’s blood ran cold. Could this man be the one Jamie was hiding from? She observed him out of the corner of her eye. He was a large man with broad shoulders and shoulder length brown hair. Overall, he didn’t look like a Scottish psychic kidnapping mastermind. But then, she hadn’t even believe in psychics before a few weeks ago.
The party got up from the table, eager to enter the part of the night in which drinking and gossiping were involved. Claire didn’t even notice everyone was leaving until Frank took her hand, looking at her with concern. So many thoughts raced through her mind that she couldn’t tell where one began and another ended.
“Should we go Claire?” Frank asked lowly. “You’ve been off tonight. We could go to my place and…”
He shrugged, eyebrow raised in suggestion. Part of Claire wanted to go very badly. To feel safe and hide from everything that had happened - was going to happen. Claire shook her head.
“No, you stay. I’m afraid I’m not feeling well. I think I’ll go home.”
Frank squeezed her hand gently.
“Are you sure, darling? I can take you home right now if you’re unwell.”
“Yes, I’m quite sure. I’ll just call for a cab and go to sleep.”
“Call or text me when you get home, then?”
Nodding, she accepted his kiss on her cheek and watched him join his colleagues. Harvey was lingering on the edge of the group and Claire waited before leaving. She didn’t think he suspected her of having a connection to Jamie and she had no way of knowing if it was Jamie the man had been talking about. But both Scotsmen had put their faith in her and she wouldn’t let them down.
After calling a cab, she gathered her coat and went outside to wait. Harvey had been facing away from the door and deeply involved in conversation when she’d slipped out. Inside the cab, she took a breath and tried to shake the feeling that someone was watching her.
“Where to, miss?”
For a moment, she considered giving Jamie’s address, but decided against it. She had work in the morning and she really was tired. Besides, if someone was watching her, the last thing she wanted was to give away where he was. So she gave the driver her home address and sat back in the seat as he pulled away.
Claire went to work as usual, though her mind kept wandering to Jamie. Was he alright? Had his wound become infected? Were the stitches holding? She told herself that she needed to get back to her regular life, that whatever was going on with Jamie Fraser was none of her business.
But she couldn’t shake the feeling that she needed to see him. No matter what she told herself, or how busy she kept herself at work, she felt a pull toward his home. Somehow she knew that he wouldn’t go to the hospital for anything, not even an infected puncture.
“He’s my patient,” she told herself three days later. “It would be a violation of my oath to not check on him.”
That was what she told herself as she walked toward his home after her shift had ended. She was simply being a good doctor. Over and over she repeated her reasons to herself, forgetting she was mumbling out loud when she knocked on the door. Jamie himself opened it, offering her a kind smile. He definitely wasn’t surprised she was there, damn him.
“I’m a good doctor!” she blurted.
Jamie blinked, then nodded, the corner of his mouth turning up again.
“I’m sure you are, Miss Beauchamp. You certainly saved my life. My godfather’s as well.”
Claire exhaled, feeling like some weight had been taken off of her. He was watching her, as if he expected something. Claire nervously fiddled with her hands, feeling suddenly self conscious for another reason.
“How are your injuries healing up?”
He stepped back from the door and waved her inside.
“About as well as can be expected, I think.”
As she’d expected, he took her back to the same room in which he’d read her tea leaves. It was strangely familiar now, somehow comfortable.
“Lift up your shirt, then. I need to check for infection.”
“It’s not infected, Miss Beauchamp. I promise.”
“Who’s the one with the medical degree?”
He sat down in a chair and gingerly lifted his shirt. She breathed a sigh of relief when she noted there was, in fact, no infection. The stitches held well and everything looked healthy. Her fingers lingered on his warm skin, unable to pull away. Images flashed through her mind of that erotic dream she’d had. Jamie’s skin was as warm as the dream man had been, though much more immediate. She wondered absently if he was as soft and warm everywhere.
“My godfather has been checking on it,” he said quietly, his voice gone husky.
She could feel the way his chest rumbled when he spoke. Forcing her hand away, heat rushed up her neck and she looked pointedly down at the floor. What the hell was wrong with her? She glanced around hastily, seeing that the door was behind her. Backing toward it, she kept her eyes off him.
“Wait,” he said, turning to catch her before she left.
As he did, he winced and clutched at his side. She stopped and moved toward him.
“Have you been taking any painkillers?”
Claire latched onto the new topic of conversation, eager to pull her mind away from where it had been going.
“No,” he shook his head. “I don’t like to take medication.”
“Why not? I can’t imagine that was comfortable.”
He sat down slowly and shook his head.
“It hasn’t been. But something strong enough to take the pain away dulls my Sight. It’s more uncomfortable to have that than to deal with the pain.”
“That makes sense, I suppose.”
The room fell into an awkward silence.
“I’ve, um… I’ve been worried that one of the stitches hadn’t held or that infection had set in. I’m pleased to see it hasn’t.”
“So you said.”
Settling into her chair, she began wringing her hands together.
“Have you seen my future,” she blurted, again, daring to glance up at him.
His brows lifted a little, but not in surprise, she thought.
“I haven’t specifically looked.”
That wasn’t an answer to her question but an evasion.
“Did you have another vision of me a few nights ago?”
His eyes grew wide and he leaned forward a little.
“Why? Did you have a dream as well?”
“I don’t know why this is happening,” he said slowly. “Even my godfather doesn’t know why.”
“How is he, by the way? His head?”
Jamie laughed, grimacing again.
“His head is nearly as thick as mine.”
Her hands wouldn’t sit still in her lap and she found herself unable to meet his eyes again.
"Why is it… that you weren’t there? In the other one… you were so…”
Jesus H. Christ she was blushing again. She glanced up to find Jamie’s ears had gone faintly pink.
“I, uh…” his voice cracked. “I’m no’ sure. The other was… Well, it… They…”
She felt as embarrassed as she had when her uncle had given her “The Talk”. Her eyes darted around the room, trying to find a safe place to land. Never, in all her life, had she felt this out of sorts.
Jamie licked his lips and Claire felt like time slowed. She remembered feeling lips on her neck, her heart racing. No, wait. Her heart was racing now.
“Bloody Christ,” she muttered under her breath.
“Miss Beauchamp? Is everything alright?”
“Ah…” she met his eyes for a moment and remembered the piercing blue from her shared vision. “I’m afraid I forgot I had plans this evening. I have to get going. It’s, um… It’s been a pleasure seeing you again.” Her face flushed again. “If you need anything, you’ve got my number still.”
Lurching to her feet, she began to back out of the room again.
“Are you sure you’re alright, Miss Beauchamp?”
“God, please just call me Claire. Um. Yes, I’m quite alright. I’ll see you-” she grunted when she hit the doorframe. “Goodbye, Mr. Fraser.”
Turning, she walked as quickly as she could out of the building. The air outside washed over her and she stopped for a moment to catch her breath.
“Get a hold of yourself, Beauchamp,” she scolded herself. “Whatever the hell is going on needs to stop.”
After a few more cleansing breaths, she started for her own flat. What was it about the redheaded Scotsman that made her feel like this?
It was last week, correct or maybe the week prior, but ANYWAYS. Didn’t Jonghyun post on insta a pic of his studio captioning something along the lines for us to wait and Kibum commented
All I can think of is how Jonghyun “coincedentally” released happy birthday a few days before Kibums birthday in 2014 and how earlier this year Jonghyun was all dressed up on his birthday. But what if Jonghyun had another gift planned for Kibum and this is just the icing on the cake?
I’m sorry if this is all over the place; it’s 1AM and jongkey are out here dropping not so cryptic messages
Amy kicked her feet off the side of the couch, holding some tea as she looked out the window, humming slightly to herself as she saw the sun going down…
Tails and Professor Pickle were talking on boring subjects again, and she was getting restless to see Sonic again…
They hadn’t known his whereabouts, until at least another piece of the world was put back together.
All she needed was that lead…
She slowly turned to look at Tails and Professor Pickle, seeing that they were in no way paying attention to her anyway, she slowly walked backwards and against the wall, crawling slightly to then stealthily opening the door, and closing it lightly~
“We’re almost there, Sonic!” Chip called out, flying through another city they were rushing to pass, as Sonic ran on all fours, keeping up wtih Chip.
“Finally.” he didn’t mean to sound like he was grumbling, but with his new found deep, raspy voice, that’s just how it was now.
Suddenly, a horde of monsters spawned in the rear of where they were running, and Sonic skidded to a stop on his spiky shoes, and turned around.
“Hold on…” he swung himself around.
“Huh? What’s the hold up, Sonic?” Chip stopped to look behind him, before flying back near his face.
“Hmm… something doesn’t feel right.”
His eyes widened, “Amy!” he took off without another second of hesitation.
“Woah! It’s that girl again!” Chip kicked up his feet, getting ready to burst off, before springing out into the night to follow Sonic.
The hordes were being creepy as they walked slowly up to her, their arms up as if to grab her, but she swung them by the base of their waist and they were flung left and right with each powerful hit.
“Leave. Me. Alone!!” Amy cried out, not in the least afraid, but still wanting to get through to Sonic. “Soooniiic!!!”
Suddenly, from behind her, a large figure jumped over her, landing in front of her as she looked around before covering her head.
He roared out in front of the hordes, and they all immediately stopped advancing.
Once getting their attention, he smirked, and threw his arms out, taking them down one by one in a frenzy of moves.
His stretchy arms even punched out one that tried to leap for Amy, as she cried out in surprise, before rushing over to sonic’s back, and moving with him as he swung around.
“What are you doing here?” he tried to turn his head back to look at her, before refocusing on the battle.
“I… I was lonely! No one was paying attention to me.” she explained, as Sonic shook his head, letting out a groan as his eyes drooped down.
“You couldn’t have waited till after this was all over?” he commented, before flinging away the last monster and stomping a hand to the ground, as they all were flung in the air.
He turned around to see Amy had also been bounced into the air, and quickly reached up to pull her to him, before swinging a long arm out and slamming all the other monsters into dust against the side of a building’s wall.
He panted a moment, breathing heavily, before seeing his work there was done, and sighing.
He turned to look down at Amy.
“If you wanted to see me, couldn’t you have waited till the morning?” he cocked his head to the side, loosening his hold on her and raising his arm from her to the side.
He consciously made that decision, as he looked to his arm, and then to her.
“Ohh~ Like I said! I couldn’t wait any longer! I missed you~” Amy swished her body left and right, before throwing her hands down and up back to her face, being somewhat cute.
“…Ughh…” he looked away and scratched a clawed finger up to his head.
“…But… I don’t look like… myself.” he put the hand down and slowly up to his eyes, showing some sorrow in that fact as he looked over his hand.
Amy stared a moment, seeing his expression change at the appearance of his scary looking, new hand.
“Wouldn’t you rather be comforted by me..? and Not some… monster.”
She bent her eyelids back, seeing he was having some problems with that.
“You think I care so little as to only look upon appearances and images?”she placed her hands confidently to her sides, and leaned over to look up at his face, as he quickly looked down to her, amazed by her answer.
She giggled, jumping in front of him when he turned his head away, putting her hands behind her back as she swayed in her usual manner.
Flirty or whatever you want to call it, it certainly brought Sonic’s attention back to her.
Chip hovered close behind, but dared not interrupt the slight quarrel between the two.
He was highly fascinated at how she could break through Sonic’s walls and surprise him anyway! So interesting…
Could Sonic be influenced by Amy more than he let on?
Chip tilted his head, pondering the moment a bit, and putting his hands near his mouth, thinking about it…
“Whether Sonic comes in black, white, or blue! I’ll love you no matter what you look like, sound like, or even smell like! haha!” she slightly teased, but nodded her head to show that she meant it to some degree.
Sonic stared down at her a moment.
Realizing she meant it, his hand slowly came down, before he seemed to grow nervous and folded his arms, leaning back and avoiding her gaze by looking away.
It was a typical Sonic position, and she smiled when she recognized it.
For a moment, this large… fluffy frame suddenly faded into her hero, and in her mind’s eyes, as he looked back down, tensing his mouth a bit, she imagined a blush with hearts in the background.
She giddily twirled in her imaginings and jumped into Sonic’s arms.
He fell back a bit, but caught himself, and lightly patted her back.
“Alright, alright. I’ll take you home.”
“You mean it?!” she looked up, growing excited. “Will you carry me?”
“Uh…Ummm..” he looked at his dangerous hands…
He looked down at his hazardous way of running too…
He looked back up and thought, before sighing and drooping his arms down.
“Okay.. just this once…” he groaned, and turned around, before gesturing a thumb to his back.
“Ah! Y-… You want me to ride you..?” holding her fists up over her mouth and nose, she lifted a leg up to shy away from it.
“A-are you sure..?”
He looked away, sweat dropping.
“It’s only awkward when you make it awkward, Amy.”
“He’s right!” Chip suddenly flew in, as Amy was taken aback at his presence, almost having forgotten him. “You should just hop on! No questions asked.” Chip held up a pointer finger, and shook it around as to lightly scold her for second-guessing it.
She nodded, “R-right.” she carefully came up behind him, looking around for a safe way to mount, before seeing Sonic reach a hand back.
She stepped on the hand and smiled to him, gaining some balance, she jumped on his back and positioned herself to ride him.
He felt his now, longer and more ragged quills shift under her, and the sensation made him roll his shoulders back, not liking it for a moment.
“Are you comfortable?” Amy blinked down at him, as he suddenly flinched, his eyes growing wide and turning back to her.
“Ah… um. I’m fine.” he didn’t want to tell her what he was feeling, so he ended up just nodding and looking away. “I’m going to charge off now… get ready.”
“Right!” she held onto his ears, making his upper lip twitch at her tug, but got on all fours and wiggled his shoe into position.
“Chip.” he called out, head close to the ground as Chip flew off, spinning around to throw up a ‘thumbs up’ and then took off to show the way.
“Hold on, Amy!”
Sonic bolted off as Amy slightly felt herself fling off him for a moment, but gripped her legs to his waist and held on.
It was like riding a huge gorilla!
It made her laugh at how uncomfortable it was, his spines poking into her every now and again.
However, she was used to her own spines, and it didn’t bother her very much, nor hurt.
However… he wasn’t used to another piggy-back riding him, and so with each foot or hand fall, he felt her weight shift a bit, and it bothered him.
“Wee! Haha! Giddy up!”
“I’m not a horse…”
-A while after the adventure-
“You were SOOO fluffy! Hehe~ Hey! I have a question?” Amy spread her arms out, holding her already eaten ice cream cone and then put her legs down from leaning back and up to look sincerely to him.
He had also finished, and ate the cone, looking slightly bored before raising an eyebrow to her. “Hmm?”
“Can I get another piggy-back ride? It shouldn’t be so off now that you’re the right size again. After all!”
“Ha-ACK!” He choked a moment on his cone and beat his chest, swallowing it before turning to Amy, looking a bit worried…
“Please?!” she moved up to him, her hands down in front of her. “I really enjoyed that! Haha! And I think it’s fun.” she cutely looked away, remembering the moment.
“…Uhh…” he looked away, remembering it as anything ‘but’ fun…
“Please?” she looked to him again, tilting her head.
He suddenly remembered her words again… looking back to her.
No matter what I look like… she’ll always see me as Sonic.
He thought about how that really pulled him through those tough times…
“…I can’t dispute.” he shook his head down, sighing, before shrugging and getting up. “But again.” he held a pointer finger up, then turned his head slightly to an angle.
“This is the last time.”
He wiggled his finger around, a signature move by her beloved hero~
“Right! Hehe~” she grinned, as he turned and she hopped on as fast as she could, making him wobble back cause he wasn’t expecting her to just leap like that.
His spines bristled up a little and she giggled at their pokes, before he lowered them for her comfortably.
“S…Sorry.” he seemed a little embarrassed by that.
“Not a problem! After all, I’ve lived with my quills forever too, you know!” she wiggled her head up through his quills to get to peek over his shoulder to him, as it took every bit of self control not to spike his quills up again.
He reached back and bent down, grabbing her legs and looking forward, thinking where to go…
It could just be a joy ride, after all, he could take her home at anytime now…
He looked down.
The sensation… wasn’t as bad as the first time.
He took off, “Hold on!”
For some reason, those words resonated in Sonic…
As he ran, he suddenly found that the closeness didn’t bother him so much as before.
After all, he wasn’t scary. He didn’t have claws. And he sure as heck didn’t have so many sensitive, long quills like antennas to deal with!
As Amy’s hands held closely to his neck, she pushed up a little to look just a little over his head, and smiled at the view.
He was rushing by some lovely scenery to keep her occupied, and of course, he enjoyed the terrain too.
He took a second to look down at her hands… then up to her face.
Her wide open smile filled him with some sense of accomplishment, or some fulfilling desire to make sure she was happy and pleased.
He smiled too, but hid it as she looked down to him, seeing his head had moved slightly.
She smiled, hoping he was admiring her beauty, and then continued to laugh as he took off.
Even with her against his quills, he was slowly becoming used to the intimacy, and who knows?
Maybe the experience could be helpful in the end? (~<3)
legit tho, I do understand the frustration people have when their original work doesn’t get noticed. i feel the same, despite not putting much of my original work out in the internet in the first place (I’m nervous about sharing things before they’re at a certain level but i digress)
but what annoys me is when people just…constantly complain about how no one pays attention to their original work and only looks at their fanwork?
my question is….what were you expecting?
We all know why we’re here for fanwork first. It’s because we already have an emotional connection to those characters, and most of the time, we’re already specifically looking for content related to those characters. It’s easy. It’s relaxing. We know the characters, we know the plots and settings, and it’s just a nice way to unwind with things we already know we love. There’s less mental work that has to be done because don’t have to reintroduce ourselves to anything, it’s just…it’s a safe space. It’s a comfort zone.
Original work? That’s harder. Of course it has to happen sometime before you can go looking for fanwork, of course you got into something original before you got into the fanbase, but once you find a comfort zone, it’s easy to stay there where you’re already having fun and you already know what you like. Getting to know someone else’s original stuff when you’re already online for the fan stuff is extra work during a time where you’re really just here to relax.
So yeah, it sucks that original work doesn’t get as much attention. But if you get into making original stuff, you have to understand that it’s an uphill battle and you have to be willing to put that effort in. No one owes you anything, much less their attention. Just because you make something doesn’t mean the world owes it to you to give you the attention you want.
Original work is work. Not to say that fanwork isn’t work either, but to act like the two are interchangeable is flawed and is setting you up for disappointment. You want your original work to be noticed? You have to work for it, you have to work as hard as those people who made the stuff that gets fanwork already worked. Sitting around and bitching about how no one looks at your original work is nothing more than self pity and entitlement.
You want attention? Put your nose to the grindstone and make your thing something that people make fanwork for. It’s not going to be easy, and if you thought it was going to be easy, you’re in the wrong line of work.