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Rowling isn't denying holocaust. She just pointed out that burning of transgender health books is a lie as that form of cosmetic surgery didn't exist. But of course you knew that already, didn't you?
I was thinking I'd probably see one of you! You're wrong :) Let's review the history a bit, shall we?
In this case, what we're talking about is the Institut für Sexualwissenschaft, or in English, The Institute of Sexology. This Institute was founded and headed by a gay Jewish sexologist named Magnus Hirschfeld. It was founded in July of 1919 as the first sexology research clinic in the world, and was run as a private, non-profit clinic. Hirschfeld and the researchers who worked there would give out consultations, medical advice, and even treatments for free to their poorer clientele, as well as give thousands of lectures and build a unique library full of books on gender, sexuality, and eroticism. Of course, being a gay man, Hirschfeld focused a lot on the gay community and proving that homosexuality was natural and could not be "cured".
Hirschfeld was unique in his time because he believed that nobody's gender was either one or the other. Rather, he contended that everyone is a mixture of both male and female, with every individual having their own unique mix of traits.
This leads into the Institute's work with transgender patients. Hirschfeld was actually the one to coin the term "transsexual" in 1923, though this word didn't become popular phrasing until 30 years later when Harry Benjamin began expanding his research (I'll just be shortening it to trans for this brief overview.) For the Institute, their revolutionary work with gay men eventually began to attract other members of the LGBTA+, including of course trans people.
Contrary to what Anon says, sex reassignment surgery was first tested in 1912. It'd already being used on humans throughout Europe during the 1920's by the time a doctor at the Institute named Ludwig Levy-Lenz began performing it on patients in 1931. Hirschfeld was at first opposed, but he came around quickly because it lowered the rate of suicide among their trans patients. Not only was reassignment performed at the Institute, but both facial feminization and facial masculization surgery were also done.
The Institute employed some of these patients, gave them therapy to help with other issues, even gave some of the mentioned surgeries for free to this who could not afford it! They spoke out on their behalf to the public, even getting Berlin police to help them create "transvestite passes" to allow people to dress however they wanted without the threat of being arrested. They worked together to fight the law, including trying to strike down Paragraph 175, which made it illegal to be homosexual. The picture below is from their holiday party, Magnus Hirschfeld being the gentleman on the right with the fabulous mustache. Many of the other people in this photo are transgender.
[Image ID: A black and white photo of a group of people. Some are smiling at the camera, others have serious expressions. Either way, they all seem to be happy. On the right side, an older gentleman in glasses- Magnus Hirschfeld- is sitting. He has short hair and a bushy mustache. He is resting one hand on the shoulder of the person in front of him. His other hand is being held by a person to his left. Another person to his right is holding his shoulder.]
There was always push back against the Institute, especially from conservatives who saw all of this as a bad thing. But conservatism can't stop progress without destroying it. They weren't willing to go that far for a good while. It all ended in March of 1933, when a new Chancellor was elected. The Nazis did not like homosexuals for several reasons. Chief among them, we break the boundaries of "normal" society. Shortly after the election, on May 6th, the book burnings began. The Jewish, gay, and obviously liberal Magnus Hirschfeld and his library of boundary-breaking literature was one of the very first targets. Thankfully, Hirschfeld was spared by virtue of being in Paris at the time (he would die in 1935, before the Nazis were able to invade France). His library wasn't so lucky.
This famous picture of the book burnings was taken after the Institute of Sexology had been raided. That's their books. Literature on so much about sexuality, eroticism, and gender, yes including their new work on trans people. This is the trans community's Alexandria. We're incredibly lucky that enough of it survived for Harry Benjamin and everyone who came after him was able to build on the Institute's work.
[Image ID: A black and white photo of the May Nazi book burning of the Institute of Sexology's library. A soldier, back facing the camera, is throwing a stack of books into the fire. In the background of the right side, a crowd is watching.]
As the Holocaust went on, the homosexuals of Germany became a targeted group. This did include transgender people, no matter what you say. To deny this reality is Holocaust denial. JK Rowling and everyone else who tries to pretend like this isn't reality is participating in that evil. You're agreeing with the Nazis.
But of course, you knew that already, didn't you?
Edit: Added image IDs. I apologize to those using screen readers for forgetting them. Please reblog this version instead.
#transgender#trans history#transsexual#transphobia#Magnus Hirschfeld#holocaust#holocaust denial#book burning#j.k. rowling#jk rowling#just in case you missed what i mean by all this: go fuck yourself anon :)#trans people have always existed#and we will always exist#if you really wanna pick a fight with me over well-documented history then you better bring in some sources to back your shit#queer history#queer#lgbt+#lgbta+#lgbt#lgbt history#edit: i finally got around to those damn image IDs. i am so very sorry for totally forgetting that's my bimbo moment of the month#also real quick i thought about adding an image of the actual building but the only one i can find has a Nazi parade in front of it#it was taken the day of the book burning raid and honestly if i were to include it then i'd add it to the first few paragraphs#and i think the story's better told when you uphold the hope Magnus Hirschfeld and all the researchers he worked with had#also keeps being brought up: yes Hirschfeld was a eugenicist. it was a popular belief set that was only discredited after WW2#Hirschfeld died in 1935. he literally didn't live long enough to see science turn against those beliefs and practices#considering how he changed his mind on transitions i like to think he would've changed his mind on eugenics too if he'd lived
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I just wanted to tell you, I was listening to country music today and You make me wanna by Thomas Rett came on and Peaches ‘N Cream ranch immediately popped into my head.
hi darling! I just listened to it to, and surprisingly, I actually enjoyed it - I am not one for country music! 🤣
it's gone straight onto the playlist, thank you so much, my love! 💗
I love getting song recs and I am fucking blown away that you thought of Buck and Peaches! 🥹🥹🥹
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Part 7! I really tried to divide up my images this time so fingers crossed haha...
other parts here: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6]
#I cannot express to you all how many times I have drawn and redrawn this comic#I am so sorry it has taken this long#but I finally have an ending that I'm satisfied with so stay tuned!!#one piece#one piece fanart#luffy#straw hat luffy#roronoa zoro#one piece comic#zoro#post timeskip#fanart#straw hat pirates#digital art#comic#thriller bark
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PLEASE MAKE MORE FUCKED UP BROTHER HCS. IVE BEEN SAYING FOR SO LONG HOW THEIR DEMONS AND SHOULD ACT LIKE DEMONS.
I FEEL SO STRONGLY ABOUT IT
When the brothers instructed you to keep snacks for Beel on hand, they weren't kidding. He's the sweetest boy across the three realms but there are times when he has to physically leave a room if you're in it because he's so hungry that if he stayed there for one second longer he would forget why he hasn't eaten you yet.
Levi is a black hole. He envies and envies, and it sort of spreads. When he's in one of his moods it's near impossible to hang out with him without slowly falling into it, and it can materialize differently depending on the person. Some humans lash out against the subjects of their jealousy, some obsess over themselves in a fruitless attempt to claw their way up the golden pillar they've set others on, some just curl up and stay there. It's no small miracle that you deflect most of the bothers' powers, since most humans go mad with it.
Being with Lucifer makes it impossible to forget what he is. The others have something of a personality barrier, you get so caught up in the heartsickness that you can put it to the back of your mind. But even at his sweetest moments, the way Lucifer carries himself, callous authority and cutting superiority, always leaves you with the gnawing reminder that you're taking your life in your hands.
Barbatos is a collector of secrets. He also makes lovely conversation and even better tea. He loves your company, so he has you around every week or so. You don't even realize how much of yourself you've shared until you arrive at your usual tea party and see your favourite flowers arranged in the middle of the table, which is adorable and you tell him as much. Then it's small gifts, toys you missed from your childhood, things that most remind you of home, something you swore you lost at the beach once a few summers ago, all left in front of your bedroom door. It isn't until he starts offering forgiveness for your deepest regrets, comforts for your darkest shames, that you truly realize how much he's gotten out of you.
Sometimes you wonder if Diavolo sees you as a human. He's kind and he's doting, but it sometimes feels more like you're a very treasured pet or a porcelain doll kept on the highest shelf (So it won't break? Or perhaps on display, a monument to the legacy he's leaving). It's understandable, truly, he's one of the most powerful being across all the realms, but it's somewhat disconcerting.
#bestie i am so sorry this has taken so long aksjhadlskfad#you get barbie and dia too as a treat<3 andanapology#obey me#shall we date obey me#obm#obmswd#obm beel#obm beelzebub#obm levi#obm leviathan#obm lucifer#obm barbatos#obm diavolo
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I would be interested in hearing about how Jamie influenced the Doctor's moral code
I do want to preface this by saying that one's companions absolutely play a massive role in influencing the doctor's development and morality. barbara probably more than anyone. one as we first meet him in an unearthly child is not the same as one in the tenth planet, or two going forward. he's already come a long way by that point.
that being said, two in power of the daleks and the highlanders is. honestly a lot more morally grey than he is later in his run, or compared to later incarnations. he does very little to reassure ben and polly post-regeneration, picks up the examiner's badge with not a lot of outward concern for the man who's just died, runs around in the highlanders antagonising the people he doesn't like without ever actually specifying whose side he's on. he bashes perkins' head into a table until he admits he has a headache. there's a real sense that he's doing everything he does less because he wants to do the right thing, and more because it's entertaining to him. his sense of right and wrong is far more secondary than it will be in the future.
some of his development is driven by himself, and likely by his other companions - 'there are some corners of the universe which have bred the most terrible things' comes before he's had much of a chance to get to know jamie, let alone have jamie's sense of morality rub off on him. but as the doctor (and the audience) get to know jamie, his moral code starts looking an awful lot like the one the doctor will come to adopt
the first thing about jamie is that while he meets the doctor in the aftermath of a war, while the first time we see him he's holding a knife to two's throat - he's not a soldier. he's a musician. he's spent nearly a year as (more or less) a non-combatant marching with an army. and that shows in the way he acts, because while physically he's a capable fighter, and happy to show that when he needs to, he is fundamentally not a killer. he'll destroy robots, but he won't kill humans or humanoid aliens. he duels with trask, but knocks him off the ship rather than finishing him off. he refuses to fight the gond with a weapon. even when it's to his detriment or puts other people in danger, like him being initially unable to shoot the zombie in the age of ambition.
maybe most tellingly, in the novelisation of the abominable snowmen, he's the one to step in and stop the monks from killing the abbot. he steps in front of the abbot, 'ignoring the weapon' pointed at him, and gets the monks to stand down by telling them 'we've had enough killing'. which is something it's very easy to imagine the doctor doing.
he also ends up being the one to push the doctor into investigating, like in enemy of the world, or putting his foot down and insisting they should do the right thing, like in evil of the daleks where rescues victoria even when two tells him not to. in fact, it's predictable enough that he will do this that two hinges the start of the human factor experiment on the fact that he can tell jamie not to do the right thing and help a complete stranger, and jamie will defy him and do it anyway. more than that, two's whole sub-plan to create 'good' daleks depends on his belief that jamie embodies the best of humanity. at the beginning of series 5, he's already recognised jamie's moral code as something that defines him and that can be depended on.
so jamie is someone who prefers to avoid (lethal) force if he can, and who will stick his neck out to help people when he doesn't have to or when even people he cares deeply for say he shouldn't. which isn't particularly true of two at the beginning of his run, but which starts to become true from s5 onwards, and which later incarnations will cleave to.
but the really telling thing is - we very rarely see jamie truly, properly hate someone. he butts heads with villains (vaughn in the invasion, for instance), and disapproves of people who don't live up to his standards or expectations (william wallace in on a pedestal being childish, irresponsible, and careless with other people; two in evil of the daleks for, again, being careless with other people and appearing to side with the daleks). but there's really only two times on-screen where he can't stand someone. one of these is evans in the web of fear, who really just wants to escape and save himself, rather than help everyone else. he's a coward, and jamie calls him out on it with disgust. but most of all, he hates bennik in enemy of the world. the interrogation scene is probably the angriest we ever see him. he hates bennik's callousness, actively threatens him, and says - interestingly - that he 'must have been a nasty little boy'. he's seething through that whole scene.
so the two characteristics that jamie seems to find completely unbearable are - cowardice, and cruelty. and those are the two major tenets of the 'oath' that goes along with the doctor's identity and mission. 'never be cruel, and never be cowardly'.
he's not solely responsible for the person the doctor becomes and the way they end up approaching the universe - those wheels were set in motion long before he arrived, and the doctor themselves provides a lot of the impetus. but it's interesting that jamie arrives just after the doctor's first regeneration, at a time where he seems to be searching for who he is and who he will be - and there's jamie to set a standard, and hold two to it.
#second doctor#replies#anonymous#i am SO sorry this has taken so long rip#it just took me a while to sit down and write all this out#but i'm posting it today in honour of the absolute win we've had today
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any chance for another part to it takes two? it’s one of my favorites!
I can most definitely write this for you, Anon! I have four more installments plotted (but not written after this one). I am so glad you are enjoying it. Please enjoy part 4
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
Warnings: captivity, torture, restraints, strangling, asphyxiation, strangulation, hanging, noose
Smallest Teammate was, in fact, not giving Whumper hell. Smallest Teammate wasn't doing anything but try to breathe through their swollen throat. "Come on, Smallest Teammate, I didn't even strangle you that bad that time," Whumper said with a smile.
"Fuck. You." Smallest Teammate rasped. It was all they could manage. It was all they could do to keep their eyes open as the world spun around them.
Whumper frowned. "I don't want to do that." They checked the coils of rope around Smallest Teammate's wrists and chest. The ropes were as tight as they were before, though Smallest Teammate had rubbed their wrists raw. "I told you to stop struggling, Smallest Teammate. I want your body pristine."
Smallest Teammate rolled their eyes. "I'm not going to," Smallest Teammate gasped for air, "stop. I. Am. Going. To. Stop. You." Smallest Teammate closed their eyes and swallowed heavily. They had spoken too much. Their chest heaved as they struggled for air.
"Then perhaps I shall give you something else to focus on."
And before Smallest Teammate could say anything, Whumper slid a noose around their neck. "Smile, Smallest Teammate, this won't hurt a bit," Whumper whispered in their ear as the rope pulled tight. "Your throat will look so pretty after this."
Smallest Teammate sputtered and choked around the rope, but they couldn't breathe. Their legs kicked out, their lungs burned, but still they couldn't breathe. As black spots overtook their vision, Smallest Teammate realized that Team Leader might not find them in time. The thought of Team Leader finding their body renewed Smallest Teammate's fighting spirit. They wouldn't let Team Leader find them like that. They wouldn't be the reason Team Leader broke.
Tags: @whumperfultime@pigeonwhumps@st0rmm@outlawaries@whumppuppeteer@crapimintoeverything@watermelons-dont-grow-on-trees
#serickswrites#whump#whumpblr#whump writing#whump community#tw captivity#tw restraints#tw torture#tw strangling#tw asphyxiation#tw strangulation#tw hanging#tw noose#mwm2024#mwmday28#prompt: “smile”#requests#queue#team whump#can we talk about how this series started a year ago#and it has taken me this long to write more#i am so sorry
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~ Some Father-son bonding ~
(A/N: I LOVE THIS ITERATION OF SONIC SM- ESPECIALLY HOW THE WRITERS WROTE THE RELATIONSHIP BETWEEM HIM AND TOM FOR THE FIRST AND SECOND FILM. I- SOBSSSS. I LOVE THESE TWO SM SO U KNOW I NEEDED TO MAKE A FIC ABT THEM 💞💕💖💗😭!!!)
Lee: Sonic🦔💙
Ler: Tom🍩🤎
Warnings: A little bit of angst in the beginning, harmful stimming (I’ll tag where it starts and ends) and tickling. If you are uncomfortable with any of the following please feel free to keep scrolling down :)
Summary: It’s been a couple months since the epic battle between Sonic and Eggman. The electric blue hedgehog could finally relax…right? Well…yes and no. Sonic has been living with the Wachowski’s for those couple months and it’s been great! But…he keeps feeling weird. His stomach gets fluttery and he can’t stop laughing for hours at a time…it's…really weird. Maybe he should talk to someone about this…
(A/N: Parent and child relationship. Nothing more. Nothing less. It sickens me that I have to put that in there (bc it should be obvious) but you can never be too sure…I just needed to make it clear that they love each other as family.)
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Sonic was sitting up on his beanbag and playing with the rubix cube Maddie gave him about a week ago. He was dressed in a sweatshirt, a gift from Tom that was like 3 times his own size, going almost to his knees and blue fuzzy socks. He groaned as he finished solving the cube again for probably the 12th time now. Speaking of which, you’re probably wondering where he got the rubix cube from…and before you ask, no he did not steal it. It was quite the opposite actually.
Maddie noticed that Sonic was very fidgety at times and often pulled at his quills when he was nervous about something, or completely bored. So she decided to go shopping and buy the blue hedgehog some fidget toys. And by “some”, Sonic means like about 60-70 at least…he hasn’t counted but by the looks on how freaking heavy the box was when she gifted it to him, his estimation probably wasn’t that far off.
Sonic groaned again, dropping the rubix cube he had in his hands and placed it on his desk, making sure to put it down delicately so he didn’t accidentally dent it; out of all of the fidget toys this one was Sonic’s favorite and he didn’t want it getting ruined under any circumstances. The hedgehog flopped on his beanbag, looking up at the ceiling and putting his pillow to his face before abruptly groaning loudly for like the 100th time, but at least now it was muffled by the pillow.
Sonic wanted something but he didn’t know what…and this feeling was starting to get on his nerves.
Well- no- scratch that. He did- he did know what he wanted. But there’s no way in all of Green Hills he was gonna tell anyone about it.
There- there was this feeling in his stomach, but he didn’t know what the literal hell it was, and it’s been eating him from the inside since he’s come to Green Hills. His stomach felt fluttery, almost as if there were butterflies instead of intestines- but not in a bad way! In a very weird, confusing, nice way? If that makes sense? And another thing, he can't seem to stop giggling to himself. Which is odd. Because he didn’t even hear a joke or anything! He was just…giggling. Like what? But most importantly, he was craving physical affection apparently??? Ugh. See why he wasn’t gonna tell anyone about this feeling? Or…whatever this was?
Sonic looked at his phone- not far from where he was lying down on his beanbag. He remembers Maddie saying every time she left before work in the morning that if he needed anything, to text or call her…
This is probably what she meant.
But he didn’t want to bother her. Sonic knew how important Maddie’s job was and he didn’t want to make it more stressful. Besides, what was she supposed to say to her coe-working people if Sonic called or texted? Oh! Sorry! The over-sized hedgehog I have living in my house wants to talk about this weird feeling he’s feeling! Hm? Oh, what feeling you ask? He doesn’t quite know exactly!
Yeah. Thanks but no thanks. Sonic could handle this weird feeling on his own. Yep. He could totally handle this weird new feeling by himself. Uh-huh. He’s got this.
…
Maddie…Maddie wouldn’t mind…right?
…
Oh fuck it.
Sonic grabbed his phone and unlocked it, immediately going through his contacts to find Maddie- which wasn't hard. He only had two contacts: her and Tom.
✨💖The Magnificent Marvelous Maddie💖✨
Today at 1:38 p.m.
Hey Maddie
If uh
If you’re not busy…can I ask you a question?
Sonic turned his phone off and put it next to him and after a couple seconds of waiting the blue hedgehog immediately regretted sending those three texts to Maddie. She’s probably busy anyway. Sonic could figure out this feeling by himself-
PING!
Sonic almost jumped out of his seat at the sudden loud sound coming from his phone. He really needs to figure out how to turn that sound down…he can feel it still ringing in his ears. He turned on his phone to see a text notification- 3 actually- from the one and only Maddie Wachowski…
Well that was fast.
Hi, sweetie!
And of course you can ask me a question ☺️!
What’s on your mind, honey?
Sonic exhaled the breath he didn’t even notice he was holding in, unlocking his phone and going into messages to properly text her.
I’ve been…
I’ve been feeling weird lately- and idk why
Ever since I’ve come to Green Hills to stay w/ u guys I’ve felt this way…and idk what it is and it’s been pissing me off lately.
So I was hoping…maybe you could help me figure out what it is?
Of course!
Could you maybe try to describe it?
The thing is idk how to!
I just- my stomach feels all fluttery
Not in a bad way tho! Not like a roller-coaster fluttery or about-to-go-on-stage-and-sing-in-front-of-millions-upon-millions-of-people fluttery
But like- a good fluttery I guess??? I just feel rlly giggly and stuff and it’s weird- but weird in a good way…
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That doesn’t make any sense, does it?
No no! I think I understand, sweetie
And I think I can help 😊
WAIT- HUH???
YOU CAN???
Well, not me exactly
As of I’m not home right now
But I’m sure Tom can help!
Wait what-?
How can Tom help w/ this I’m so confused 😭😭😭
Trust me
In the past, I’ve had the feeling you’re feeling right now and Tom is the best person to help with it- so just tell him what you told me!
Uh…alright!
I guess I could do that
Thanks Maddie
It’s no problem, Sonic sweetie 😊
Okay, thanks again- I’m gonna go talk to him now
Bye!
Okay bye! Love you 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰❤️❤️❤️❤️☺️☺️☺️
Love you too 😗❤️
Sonic got up from his beanbag chair, put his phone inside of the desk and opened the hatch downstairs. Sonic quietly tiptoed down the stairs, making sure to dodge the places in the steps that he knew squeaked if he stepped too hard, peeking over the stairway to see Tom watching TV- and from the looks of it it looked like some sheriff documentary- he’s been watching those a lot lately…but Sonic doesn’t understand the hype. The sheriff’s on the TV could be talking about some random paint splatter on the ground and Tom would be hooked.
“I can hear you trying to be quiet up there, Sonic.” Tom chuckled, still facing the TV as he went to grab the remote on the armrest and pause the TV. The brunette turned to Sonic with a “hah! Caught ya” grin, a grin Sonic knew all too well in his last months of living with him.
The hedgehog sighed in defeat of being caught, walking down the stairs and going next to the couch Tom was sitting at. The brunette had a grey/gray shirt on with a light plaid print jacket, matching with some black pants and white socks.
“Uh…’sup, Tom.” Sonic said as casually as he could before leaning on the couches’ arm rest. The brunette eyed Sonic suspiciously, raising one eyebrow as he crossed his arms. Sonic started to sweat under the older man’s glare, whistling and looking anywhere but Tom’s direction.
“What did you do, Sonic?” Tom sighed, taking the blue hedgehogs’ sudden nervousness as a sign of him doing something he wasn’t supposed to. “I didn't do anything!” Sonic said, mimicking Tom’s expression and pose. The two looked at each other in the pose for a solid minute or two before laughing at their silliness.
“So what do you need, little man?” Tom asked. Sonic cleared his throat, fiddling with his hands and began looking at his feet because honestly? Staring at the ground was much much more easier than looking at Tom at the moment. “I just…I figured we could- y’know- hang out I guess?” The blue hedgehog started, “Some uhm…y’know some father-son bonding activities…?” Sonic said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck, still looking down on the ground.
There was an uncomfortable silence between the two and Sonic didn't like it. He didn't like it one bit. And the more the silence dragged on the more the blue hedgehog started to second guess himself about coming down to the living room.
Pfft, “Father-son bonding?” He really has reached a whole new level of patheticness, huh? Why would Tom want to spend time with him? He’s just keeping him around because he pity’s him. He doesn’t actually enjoy his company. Just wait until Tom gets tired of him, then he’ll be all alone again-
Oh this was a mistake.
This was such SUCH a mistake.
***Harmful stimming starts***
The hedgehog started lightly pulling on his quills out of nervousness with one hand while his other hand started tapping the side of his leg, “O-Or whatever. If- If you want to of course. I don’t want it to seem like you're being forced, hah!” Sonic said, letting out the best fake laugh he could muster before speaking again. “I-If you’re busy- y’know….with, uhh, you’re sheriff stuff…that’s fine as well. I don’t- I don’t care.” Sonic started slowly backing away from Tom, still pulling on his quills- but a tad bit harder this time as his hand tapping on his leg started increasing faster.
Sonic could hear faint talking in front of him but he couldn’t focus on it. The only thing he needed to focus on was leaving before he embarrassed himself more. “Y’know what? I-I should go, you’re probably doing something busy anyway, uh…lemme get out of your hair, man.” Sonic grimaced, turning away and going to the steps, but before he could walk any farther Tom grabbed both his hands gently.
***Harmful stimming stops***
“Hey…let’s not do that, okay? You’re hurting yourself….” Tom said softly, holding Sonic’s hands in his own as he kneeled down to try and match Sonic’s height. “Where are your fidget toys?” Tom gently asked, trying his best to keep the questions short and sweet to not overwhelm the younger. These types of moments have happened before in the Wachowski’s house; when Sonic started to panic, asking him too many questions would get him even more upset, so when this happened they kept the questions to a minimum and straight to the point. “I…I left them upstairs…” Sonic mumbled.
“Oh. That’s okay…uh…here. Sit down on the couch for a sec.” The brunette said as he picked up Sonic and sat him on the couch. Rubbing his head affectionately before walking away to the kitchen rummaging through the kitchen shelves before coming out with a blue squishy ball. He came back to Sonic who gratefully accepted the ball. Tom sat next to Sonic as the younger leaned onto his shoulder, taking another deep breath and exhaling, muscles once tense now relaxed.
“Sorry about that…” Sonic said, squeezing the stress ball harder and glaring at it as if it stole his last chili dogs. Well this wasn’t how he was planning this conversation with Tom to go. The older looked at Sonic sadly before sighing and turning his gaze looking straight ahead to the paused TV. “You don’t have anything to apologize for, kid. It’s alright.” Tom said. The blue hedgehog hummed at the comic, taking a couple more deep breathers.
There was that uncomfortable silence again, the one that Sonic despised. “I just…I dunno. I feel weird…?” Sonic said, squeezing his squishy fidget ball at a faster pace this time. The older didn't say anything but completely turned to Sonic, letting him know he was listening. The younger somewhat shrunk under the older mans’ look, feeling a tad bit pressure to go on but decided to ignore it. He wanted- no. He needed to get this off of his chest.
“Ever since I’ve come to stay with you and Maddie after the defeat of Dr. Robotnik, I’ve felt…odd. I feel tingly, and fluttery and it’s just…weird, because I’ve never felt like this before, ever. I talked to Maddie about it in text and she said to talk to you about it…so uh…here I am!” Sonic sheepishly said.
Tom chuckled, “Is that why you said you wanted some Father-son bonding?” The blue hedgehog blushes at the mention, nodding his head. The older one chuckled once again, rubbing Sonic’s head affectionately, “I’d be happy to help you with this fluttery-feeling, buddy!” The blue hedgehog quickly looked at Tom as his ears went up in surprise.
“Wait. Really?” Sonic asked. “Of course! But before I do, I gotta ask you a question…” Tom said waiting a dramatically long time before continuing his sentence. “Are you ticklish?” The older asked, smirking and raising an eyebrow up. There was a silence between the two, but only this time this one was in complete and utter confusion. The younger ones' eyebrows creased together trying to put together what he was just asked, “Um…gesundheit?”
“What? No, kid.Tickling. Y'know, being ticklish?” Tom said as he wiggled his fingers near Sonic’s face only to be met by a confused look. “I dunno what you are talking about, man…” Sonic chuckled, now relaxing in the hug as he chuckled at the older mans’ surprised face.
Tom’s dumbfounded expression slowly turned to a soft, genuine smile, then it slowly turned into an evil grin. This kid had no idea what tickling is!
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This kid had no idea what tickling is…
Oh Tom is gonna change that very quickly.
“Uh…Tom? You okay over there? Your face kinda looks like that green person we watched on Christmas…” Sonic said, wincing at the memory of the man’s genuine expression slowly slowly turning into an evil one. Tom stopped with his evil grin (for now at least), and raised his left eyebrow in amusement. “You mean The Grinch?” He asked, laughing when the blue hedgehog nodded happily at the familiar name. “Yeah, yeah! That dude!” Sonic smiled.
“I need you to stay perfectly still for this to work though, okay?” Tom said in the best serious voice he could muster, but probably not as serious as he thought since right after he stopped talking Sonic started laughing a bit. “Pfft, whatever you say, Donut Lord.” Sonic snickered, hopping into Tom’s lap facing sideways.
Tom then began to lightly scratch along Sonic’s sides, the reaction was almost immediate as the blue hedgehog began to squirm lightly and grab at the brunette’s wrists; but not pushing them away. Sonic held his breath; trying not to laugh but that plan started to crumble as Tom began to poke at the youngers’ sides; more quickly than he was before. Sonic let out a tiny shriek before descending into little giggles, kicking his legs and shaking his head. Tom smiled at the adorable sight.
“Whahat? Hehey-! Hehey wahahait! Whahat ahahare yohou dohoing?” Sonic asked while becoming a giggly squirmy mess. Tom chuckled at the youngers’ question, making sure to go easy on him since this was his first time being tickled, so he’d start off with light tickles…for now at least.
“I’m tickling you, silly! Since it does seem to me that you happen to be a bit ticklish~!” Tom cooed, now using two hands to tase around Sonic’s sides. Sonic threw his head back, suddenly lost in a puddle of giggles and fell on the couch, but still in Tom’s grasp as the brunette tickled up and down his sides. “Whahat ahare you tahahalking about?” Sonic giggly asked, his legs lightly stomped on the couch as some pillows fell in the process.
“Hmm, hold on…” Tom said as he grabbed his phone from his jacket pocket, typing up something but making sure to keep the blue hedgehog in a giggly squirmy mess. “Ah, okay. Goggle states this: Tickling is the act of touching a part of a body in a way that causes involuntary-“ “Ihihi dohohon’t knohow whahat thahat meeheeans!” Sonic whined interrupting Tom, shaking his head back and forth giggling up a storm in the older mans’ lap. “You didnt even let me finish!” Tom laughed, moving one hand to tickle Sonic’s neck while the other still tickled his side.
“PFFT- nAhAHAH! GeHEt ohOUT ohohOHOF theHEhehere!” Sonic giggly demanded, still holding Tom’s wrist as he scrunched up his shoulders. The older man chuckled before digging both of his hands in both sides of the blue hedgehog’s neck, fingers fluttering up, down, left, and right. Sonic’s feet drummed on the couch, trying to make a daring escape but anytime he was even a bit close to leaving, Tom would poke Sonic’s sides, leaving the blue hedgehog to be an adorable giggly mess. “Stahay still!” Tom playfully scolded.
“THIhihIHIs ihihis soHO weeheeird!” The hedgehog giggled, his face beginning to turn a light red. And honestly, if Tom could start crying, he would- out of happiness of course. This was to fucking darn cute.
“How many ribs do you think you have, Sonic?” Tom asked as he held both of Sonic’s arms up against the couch, trying his best to compose himself from not crying from the younger ones’ adorable reactions to the pokes. “Mahaddie sahahaid weehee hahave twehenty-fohour; twehehelve ohon eeheeach sihihide!” Sonic giggly answered, as he remembered Maddie did a walk-through on the human body and how many bones it has.
“Hm…you sure? Maybe I should count them for you…” Tom didn’t even spare the giggly blue hedgehog a second to protest as he pressed his thumb into the lowest rib on the right side of Sonic’s ribcage, kneading and circling at a very very slow pace against the artificial bone. Sonic screeched at the sudden sensation against his ribs, kicking his legs a bit faster as Tom slowly slowly slowly began to “count his ribs”.
“One…two…three…” Tom counted aloud, remaining on a rib for about 5 seconds before moving up to a different one. Sonic lurched in Tom’s lap, attempting to pry himself out by pushing at Tom’s wrists but only caused the older to pin up his arms and continue kneading at his ribs. “NahAHA! WahahHAHAIT, plehHEHEase!” Sonic whined throughout his frantic cries of laughter. “Ihi sahAHAId iHi hahaHAVE tweHEHEnty foHOUR!”
“I'm just double checking!” Tom innocently said as if he wasn’t completely wrecking the boy in his lap at the moment. The blue hedgehog squirmed and squealed at the tickly feeling at his ribs, being unable to do anything but just take it. This went on for a couple more numbers but then Tom suddenly stopped “counting” Sonic’s ribs, giving the kid another breather before hatching another evil plan. “Wait, what number was I on, Sonic?”
“Tohohom! Yohou lihihiterally ohonly counted toohoo sihihix-!”
“Oh, well. I lost count! Guess I have to start all over again~!
Sonic froze in place, laughter now raising an octave as he helplessly squirmed in Tom’s grasp. “WahAHaH- waHahaHAIT *snort* nOHo dahHa- *snort* dohOHOHOn’t!” Sonic snorted, descending into a puddle of maddening cackles feeling the fluttery feeling again. So this was the feeling he was feeling…? He’d have to ask Tom later, when he’s not getting tickled to pieces.
“Awh~! That’s so cute~! You snort when you laugh?” Tom cooed, wiggling his fingers near the blue hedgehog's ribs but very very close to touching him. Sonic’s laughter became more frantic and loud, squirming underneath Tom, and it's not like he could defend himself either! His arms were pinned up! This entire situation just screamed “unfair”. “NahaHAO! IHI *snort* doHOHon’t!” Sonic giggly said, knowing that- yes. Yes he did snort when he laughed, he did just a couple seconds ago…but no way in all of Green Hills he was gonna admit it, especially in this situation.
“Oho really? What was that adorable noise you made just then, hmm?” Tom smugly asked. “YohOu’re heehEEARihing thihIHIngs…” Tom fondly rolled his eyes as he pinched and kneaded Sonic’s ribs, leaving absolutely no bone left out from his tickle torture. Sonic threw his head back and cackled like a madman, snorting every now and again as he squirmed like a worm, trying to stop the ticklish sensation at his ribs.
“NAHAHAO! DAHAHAD *snort* PLEHEASE!” Sonic cried. Tom’s eyes widened at the name title the younger gave, not sure if the blue hedgehog meant to say it, but was very honored and happy at the mention. It made his heart melt. “Please what, Sonic? Pleaseeeeee keep tickling you?” Tom smugly teased, grin widening as he saw Sonic’s face heat up in embarrassment. Guess he’s weak to the T-word, huh? Oho I can and will use that to my advantage…
“DAHAHA- *snort* OHOHO MY GOHOD! STAHAHAP SAHAHAYING THAHAT!” Sonic yelled as he shook his head back and forth. “Stop saying what, exactly? Tickle~? Ticklish~? Tickled~? Or do you want me to simply stop talking? Which one?” Tom laughed. “YEHEHES!” Sonic cried, not even completely knowing what he just said ‘yes’ to- he was too lost in his own laughter. Tom stopped tickling Sonic, letting him have one last breather before the final kill.
“Ever heard of raspberries, Sonic?” Tom asked, knowing that he the blu hedgehog has, but probably not the ones he’s talking about. “Lihihike thehe fruhuhuit?” Sonic giggly asked. “Nope! Here, lemme show you…” Tom said as he blew a raspberry on the youngers’ tummy causing him to absolutely howl in laughter.
“OHO MY *snort* GAAAHAHAD WAHAHAIT! WAHAHAIT!” Sonic screamed, completely not prepared for this new tickly feeling on his stomach…and why did it sound so freaking funny??? That was just gonna make him laugh more! “Wait for what Sonic~?” Tom teased as he blew more raspberries on his tummy, and with his free and scribbling up and down Sonic’s ribs.
“WAHAHAIT- *snort* IHI *snort* DOHON’T DOOHOO THAHAHAT!” Sonic cried, blue sparks suddenly forming on the kids’ quills, sparkling here and there but some going off of his quills and onto the carpet floor, disappearing. Sonic cackled in the older Tom’s lap, the blue lightning on his quills adding a new ticklish sensation on him.
“Huh. Well they do say you learn new things everyday…” Tom mumbled, watching some of the lighting sparks fall off of the younger ones quills. “PLEHEHEASE! IHIT’S *snort* TIHIHICKLISH!” Sonic screamed, more tiny little blue sparks flying off of his quills and onto the floor. Tom chuckled at the little blue hedgehogs’ reactions, moving down to Sonic’s lower belly as he began to lightly flutter his fingers around it.
“I think you mean ‘it tickles’, bud.” Tom said into Sonic’s tummy, chuckling. Tom was the sheriff of Green Hills- not the sheriff of grammar; at least last time Sonic checked. Tom began to blow more raspberries all over the little blue hedgehog’s stomach, making sure to add a few nibbles now and again to keep the younger in stitches- which worked out really well on Tom’s part. Sonic’s laughter became more high pitched and loud, snorting more frequently as the older started to raspberry and nibble his stomach.
“OHOHO MY GOHOD *snort* WHATEVER!” Sonic screamed as Tom began to switch between his lips and teeth nibbling mercilessly at Sonic’s tummy leaving the poor blue hedgehog in absolute hysterics.
Tom dug his fingers in the blue hedgehogs underarms.And Sonic screamed. The hedgehog's feet were kicking probably about a million miles per hour, just looking like a complete and utter blur while the blue sparks on Sonic’s quills multiplied.
“So~! I think I found your most ticklish spot, huh~?” Tom chuckled, lightly scratching his fingers in Sonic’s underarms, making sure to dodge the little sparks of blue lightning coming off of Sonic’s quills- which he knew tickled the younger even more due to how much he was laughing. Sonic screamed underneath the brunette’s grasp, trying his best to not kick him in the face but the task being very very hard as his feet were kicking around a million miles per hour.
“NOHOHO- *snort* DAHAHAH! DOHOHON’T!” Sonic howled, shaking his head back and forth while the heels of his feet dug into the couch. Tom, chuckled, now scribbling and scratching in Sonic’s underarms, “I’m barely even touching you!” Tom laughed, almost as hard as Sonic as he began to pick up the pace with his scribbling.
“STAHAHA! *snort* NAHAHA- *snort* PLEHEHEA- *snort* DAHAHAHAD!” Sonic screamed, as happy tears started forming in his eyes which Tom took as a sign that Sonic has enough tickles for today. “Alright, alright! Just say Uncle.” Tom calmly said as if Sonic wasn’t screaming his head off. “WHAHA- *snort* WHAHAT?!
“Juhust say Uncle, kiddo-“ Tom said as he accidentally hit a very ticklish spot in Sonic’s underarm causing the younger to let out a girl-like squeal.
“OKAHAHAY! OKAHAHAY! UHUHUNCLE!”
Tom stopped tickling Sonic; letting the kid have a breather and putting him into a tight embrace. The blue hedgehog giggled softly in the hug as he melted into the touch. “You okay?” Tom chuckled, smirking at the younger who was still giggling from the tickles from before. Sonic nodded, wiping away his happy tears with his hand still giggling a bit. “So~, I’m Dad now, huh? What happened to being ‘too cool for your human parental names’?” Sonic blushed, pulling up his hoodie and sinking deeper into Tom’s chest. “Shuhut ihit….”
“I really don’t mind you calling me Dad, bud.” Tom smiled. “Wahait whahat…? Reheally?” Sonic asked in genuine confusion looking up at the older with shiny eyes- Tom swore Sonic’s pupils had stars in them at that moment. “Yeah, I don’t mind.” Tom confirmed, patting Sonic’s back. Sonic’s eyes glistened a bit but the younger one soon wiped them. “Cool…”
“So…that's called tickling?” The blue hedgehog asked.
“Mhm.”
“So…you tickled me?”
“Yep.”
“Huh.” Sonic said, not being able to say anything more than that. “How’s that fluttery feeling in your stomach doing?” Tom asked. “Fine, it's doing just fine.” Sonic smiled as Tom smiled back, rubbing his head affectionately and chuckling.
“Let's go grab you some water, kiddo. And how about we make some cupcakes after that-“ Tom wasn’t even able to finish his sentence as the blue hedgehog excitedly ran to the kitchen chugging a glass of water and putting out ingredients to make the cupcakes. Tom chuckled, walking over to Sonic to join him.
Tom definitely had to make a note to tell Maddie about his later, but as of right now he was going to bake some cupcakes with his son. And if they burn down the house in the process, oh well…they both can try coming up with a good excuse to tell Maddie as to why the house is in ashes.
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RAAAAAAH THROWS THIS FATHER-SON SHIT AT U 💖💞💞💞💗✨✨
I LOVE THESE TWO GOOFBALLS SMMMMMM THEY MEAN SM TO MEEEEEE😭😭😭💙🤎. But anyway, hope you all enjoyed it!!! I do have a couple more WIP fics on the way that r almost finished and a gift fic for someone as well which is ALSO almost done so be sure to look out for those :)
❗️❗️❗️ALSO DON'T FORGET TO DRINK WATER. ITS FLAVOURLESS BUT ITS GOOD FOR U SO DRINK IT PLZ❗️❗️❗️
#OK-#TAG TIME.#There is a LOT of explaining that imma do so buckle up#So I HC Sonic in the live action movies (2020 and 2022) to have ADHD#And he gets very fidgety a lot#Sometimes when he’s stressed or upset he pulls on his quills (like pulling hair basically) so Maddie decided to get him fidget toys to help#Anytime he’s stressed he just uses them#(Am I projecting Ah-HA. Ofc not…)#And Tom and Maddie KNOW that Sonic doesn’t just like being in one place so they put different fidget toys around the house#And yeah-#Ik that Sonic called Tom “Dad” at the end of the 2nd movie-#BUT~#I just wanted it to be a couple months after the 1st movie bc I thought the plot would make more sense :3#RAAAAH#I’ll explain more I promise lol- I needs to make a whole ass doc or sumthin damn#Also sorry it’d taken so long for a fic 😭😭😭#My WIP’s r almost done I swear- I just need to pizz-azz them#Sonic the Hedgehog#Sonic the Hedgehog Movie#Sonic the Hedgehog Movie tickle#Lee!Sonic#Ler!Tom#Sonic the Hedgehog has ADHD#Sonic the Hedgehog is neurodivergent#Fight me on that.#Holy moly thats a lot of tags lmao
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Oof I'm kinda scared to ask... Why do you not want to be an artist professionally?
Its just like, incredibly miserable in my experience.
Everyone wants their dream job of being paid to draw whatever the hell they want but 99% of the time you are hired and tasked to draw things that you don't have a lot of interest in, professionally speaking, and constantly getting your artistic efforts undermined by the rest of the team (this is esp. true in the videogame industry) artists always try to push for better designs and get their takes watered down for the sake of general public pleasing. Also you don't have a security blanket unless you're under long term contract. Most freelancers live gig to gig with the fear of not being able to support themselves if they don't take a job to take a break. Videogame and movie jobs arent stable because companies never keep the art teams, they are laid off and rehired whenever there is a new project
During my major, I drew nonstop for 4 years for class. Not always things I enjoyed, but also not always things I didnt like. In fact I enjoyed my major immensely! It was so fun. But the burnout is very, very real, and the workload was similar (even inferior to) regular art jobs.
What happens if you like to draw in your off time? You spend your days making and pumping out art nonstop for hours, and then on your free time breaks you draw some more? I personally couldn't do it. I just wanted to do other things
And like.... I spent the first three years being told by teachers (people with stable, contract based jobs) how cool of a job it is to do art, and then the last year getting grilled on how insanely hard it is to make it out there. If you don't have connections, money, an audience, a studio, it's actually impossible. You need to be your own lawyer, abide by the very strict self employment rules that take a severe chunk out of your earnings. Do all of your finance/schedule/marketing etc while on top of that constantly producing work (I know there's people who can do it but, personally, I cannot)
I really admire the people who were able to build themselves up as artists from the ground like this (because its definitely possible, just insanely hard)
Also, making something you love into your job ends up being miserable too. I experienced this with patreon, which I posted to as like a chill thing and it just got increasingly hard to make content for it or just post in general, even drawing my own ocs and sharing stuff about them started to feel like a chore.
Maybe it's just me though, this has just been my personal experience but yeah in general I realized I am immensely happier just keeping art as a hobby or its gonna suck my soul out (Since I already experienced it)
I don't mean to discourage anyone, I think the world in general needs more artists. But for that we would need to actually be taken seriously and valued, which sadly we are not, at all. And if there's anyone reading that is considering art as a job: it is absolutely grueling. It's not an easy job. Even if you desperately love art it can suck the life out of you and the joy for what you do
(As an extra sidenote. Artists are usually exploited using this mentality as well. That they are supposed to love their job. So they expect you to work your wrists off "For the passion". Dont fall victim to it)
#ask#anon#genuinely i just wanna share my stories and content. see others stories in turn and make friends about it#the desperate need to monetize everything that makes you happy is such an insidious mentality.#people need to learn that you can have hobbies without needing to monetize them. your joy has inherent value and you dont need to sell it#like... i need people to stop being like 'oh you are so good at art/crochet/writing you should sell things : )' it fucking sucks#there is a lot of nuance to the topic of course but im talking like. in general#doing art out of ones heart is always good but having to pump out content under the crushing wheel of capitalism and need to survive is not#this is about my experience with drawn art but this goes for any other artistic discipline#music... writing... etc. we are all in the same boat#sorry for the long winded answer and tags i am just so passionate about this#and especially as someone whos skill wasnt taken seriously until i started making money from it........ fuck that so fucking much#you are allowed to create. in fact you should create. without feeling the need to put a price on it#not everything needs a price tag to be valuable.#especially not your joy.
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chapter one word count = 34k, chapter two word count = 36k
that means finally, 70k word count in total 🫡
#SEVENTY KAY!!! WE REACHED IT!!!!!!#am I eventually gonna reach the point where my word doc starts lagging lol#still working hard... still doing it.........#we'll get there..... eventually#feeling really good about what I'm currently writing tho!! I have the confidence I need to succeed!!!!!#sorry I'm so slow... I feel really bad for how long this has taken...#I started this fic in january so a month from now and it'll be an entire year that I've been writing it#I've enjoyed writing it but I'm often not sure how to feel about the thing as a whole#but it was good for me to push myself to write something like this haha#I've learned a lot already#once I finish it's gonna feel so relieving lol#aki sex soon I swear by it
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So i saw this post by @avelera (if i had a nickel for every time they’ve inspired a post, i’d have two nickels which....funnily enough is the exact amount that meme requires) and i CANNOT stop thinking about Hob’s first century as an immortal.
I mean surely he thought it was all in jest- his mates were having a right crack of it for the rest of the night, and Hob knew it well himself that no man escapes death; he would fight to live as long as he could in this world, experience everything he could, and when his time came he would simply find adventure elsewhere. Hob couldn’t have seriously believed Dream; he was just a nobleman with an odd sense of humour. And so what if he knew Hob’s name? Everyone in this pub knew his name, much like he did theirs, so he probably just asked.
I wonder if it remained a bit of an inside joke between Hob and his friends- when he gets injured in a fight and is laid up in bed, one of his friends says “You can’t die, remember? Got that meeting with some posh prick in 1489, what good’ll you be dead” and Hob sees it for what it is (a distraction) and plays along with a grin. Anytime he joins a new battle, its “Do prior engagements mean nothing to you, Robert Gadling?“ As said by his mate with a ridiculous put-on posh accent, “Your good man’ll be right cross when you ditch him in 1489 cause you got killed fighting for this bastard”. When Hob gets hit, its “I’ll be meeting him in 1489 at this rate! To tell him you got fucking done in, you knob-”
It might have been fun, at first. But as Hob’s friends started dropping dead around him- war, disease, killed in the streets for some gold- i think it stopped being a joke. Because now Hob was walking away from fights no else did. Now he was recovering from diseases within the week, where others were still thrashing in its grasp or going cold and still in the night. Its not enough to make him question his mortality, but it is enough to make him think he’s unnaturally lucky. Maybe he’s done something to please the gods recently, or maybe fortune was smiling down upon him for once. He could not bear it all with good-nature, because despite how fortune or luck or even the gods themselves seemed to look favourably upon him, their grace did not extend to his friends and he is still conscious of their loss.
But Hob Gadling appears to be one lucky bastard, and that’s that.
...until it isn’t.
Maybe Hob accidentally builds up a local reputation about being a reliable soldier- no matter who it is, or how many of them there are, Hob survives. I think maybe he’s died a few times by now, but he doesn’t know that- his throat was slashed by an enemy sword, and he died right there on the battlefield the moment his knees hit the dirt, but the fight lasted so long that by the time Hob woke up, gasping and grasping at his blood-covered neck, the gash which had nearly beheaded him was instead a shallow but still bleeding wound. Later he would settle on the idea that the cut hadn’t been as bad as he thought it was- why he passed out from such a wound is beyond him, but maybe it was from shock, he heard that it did that to people sometimes. Someone trying to slit your throat is different to someone slicing your arm, so even though hes still unsettled by it and sure that the wound was worse...he can’t argue with the actual wound on his body, which points to the contrary. This is probably not the first and definitely not the last time Hob dies.
So yeah, maybe he accidentally builds up a local reputation about being a reliable fighter because he simply can’t stop surviving. And its not that hes unharmed- he gets stabbed, sliced, beaten, etc. He can be out of it for days depending on the severity of his wounds or illness, but he always gets back up. And maybe eventually, as most stories go involving ageless immortals, people go from being surprised by his abilities and age, to suspicious. Hob himself took passing note of it a while ago- he thought his hair would long since be grey by now, or at least most of it would, but it isn’t. When he goes for a drink with the remaining friends he has, he notices that his hands aren’t wrinkled like theirs. Hobs hands are calloused and rough, yes, but not aged like they ought to be. He thinks its strange, of course he does, but soon he’s too smashed to think of it anymore.
How many comments does it take about his age before Hob starts to close himself off? How many times must surprise turn to suspicion, because Hob says hes in his 50′s but he still looks like he’s in his mid 30′s? How many years does it take before Hob hastily fakes his first death/disappearance, because now the people he grew up with are intensely aware of how young Hob looks compared to them- its unnatural, unusual, and for a medieval peasant, probably has something to do with the devil. And i think it would be different to the witch trials Hob would later experience in the 17th century, where the whole town was after him because he became ‘complacent’- this isnt Hob being complacent, this is Hob freaking the fuck out. This is Hob not knowing how to deal with the fact that he’s not aging like he should be- of course he thinks its fucking weird (great, but weird), of course he thinks its fucking CRAZY that hes been in so many battles, been wounded and sick so many times, and yet has always come out the other side. Of course he thinks its fucking strange but he doesn’t know whats going on so he’s just..he’s just going to keep going, because what else can he do? and it isn’t until things get a little too heated that Hob turns tail and ditches town with a half formed plan and the cover of darkness.
I wonder how long it takes him to come to terms with his immortality- does he throw himself into more dangerous situations with an “Either i’m right or it wont matter cause ill be dead” attitude? Is he seriously fucking spooked by it for a few years before the dawning realisation of lifes now limitless possibilities hits him? Does Hob think of that noble stranger in 1389 often, at first with mirth and amusement because that tosser knew exactly what he was saying when he said they’d meet again in 100 years; and then does Hob think of it with growing worry and stress, because...what exactly did he give up for this power? what has he yet to give up for it? Maybe his town was right- he’d heard the whispers, part of why he hauled ass to get out of there- maybe he had made a deal with the devil, or a demon. Perhaps, when Hob is more hopeful, he prays he struck a deal with a saint or an angel.
Dream is neither of those things, but medieval peasant Hob doesn’t know that.
Anyway. Yeah I’m having thoughts about what it must have been like for one Hob Gadling to discover his immortality. I mean, using the show as a frame of reference, Hobs taken to it pretty well- in avelera’s original post we know, and can discuss, the fact that Hob seems weary at their first centennial meeting in 1489. He doesn’t know what this stranger wants from him, doesn’t know if he unwittingly agreed to a deal back in 1389 that he now has to make good on. But when Dream tells him that he simply wants to hear of his life, wants to hear what its like being a mortal-turned-immortal in a world Dream so clearly (at the time) holds little regard for...Hob is just Hob about it all. Dream thinks he’s going to say something profound, or wish for death, but instead my man started going on about how great chimneys and card games are. It makes me even more interested in what it must have been like for him to discover his gift- the highs of being able to live life freely, of realising that should that stranger be merciful and grant him more time on earth, he could experience everything under the sun for decades- Hob seems so innately positive, i mean his whole thing is that there’s always more to do and always greener grass to chase. This must be such a contrast to the lows of watching your friends and family die when you don’t, to being watched by your own town for a deal you now realise may not have been in jest at all, to stressing about what exactly you will be asked to give in 1489.
Im. Having thoughts.
#besties ive been hitting you with so many long posts recently im sorry#but im also not bc y'all eat it up and i am very thankful#but i feel so bad#im gonna put a cut somewhere so u dont have to scroll 30000 times to get through it#anyway#yeah#i just think its interesting bc Hob seems to take to immortality v well#and hes such a charismatic character that i wonder how he dealt with it at first#just the slow realisation that something is wrong#but its not wrong enough for you to seriously think about it and no ones noticed yet#like it literally would have taken Hob years to realise something was amiss#hob doesn't just KNOW he has immortality its something he discovers during a lifetime he shouldnt have#like at what point do you go This is Ridiculous#please scream at me about this im having thoughts and u need to have them too#sandman#dream of the endless#hob gadling#dreamling#sandman meta#morpheus#the sandman netflix
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Me: One of the little details I love about Saki’s design is the lip gloss. The other girls don't have that sheen and tint on their lips because the make up is an attempt to look more mature so people can take her seriously and not treat her like a child. Saki looks older than she is because she wants to look older than she is.
My brain: What about the professor?
Me: Stress got to him
#Sorry prof i dont know why you look like that at 50ish yrs old#He stayed in the sun too long and thats why he got a hat#Is it the beard?!#If asian don't raisin what happen to you?!#Why am my bullying akiharu? he doesnt deserve this#Disrespecting the elderly#Oh but WHAT IF#He has the same reason as saki#Nobody's taken him seriously since he was a child#Not even other science dudes#So he has no choice but to look like a wizened old man#(Pls dont actually take this seriously)#digimon survive#saki kimishima#akiharu minase#Design notes#She also has more prominent eyelashes#Had to look up if lip gloss is considered make up#It is
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so... i've been having thoughts about Forgotten Stars again.
i re-read forgotten stars a lot. i re-read all of my writings but especially forgotten….
there are a few chapters in forgotten that mean so much to me, that i managed to write out so brilliantly (at least to my standards) that portray what i wanted them to.
this'll have spoilers for the current version of forgotten stars so be wary. (note: i will rewrite forgotten stars at some point. that point is not today. not yet :] )
chapter 7 when Ocie finally finds out about Rae not remembering himself or his friends. how she breaks down, how the weather outside the library also breaks with her and how she fears what she is feeling because she doesn't know the extent of her powers.
chapter 9 where Athena tells Icarus about Rae and especially how they open up about how much it hurts them that the uncle they know is gone and how they dont know how to fix it
chapter 11 is definitely my top 3 with how i wrote how Rae himself is struggling with himself. how things feel familiar and yet he doesnt know why. how he sees how much effort Athena is putting into all this and yet… he can't help. and then he goes to the portal and there is nothing. and then he panics and runs and runs until he no longer breathes and crashes. how he feels utterly useless cause he can't help someone he knows he cares about and yet the feelings feel false because he doesn't know why he has them.
chapter 12 is a goodie too cause it shows Caspian, struggling with everything - with feeling lost, with Rae, with Momboo.
chapter 14 is an another top 3 for me and it has my favourite beginning… which is just Soup. how I managed to write about Rae's inner thoughts and how everything felt like home and yet… at the same time it felt like the furthest thing from it. how talking with Caspian felt so familiar, how laying in that bed and sitting on that couch he felt at home and yet… he couldn't justify staying.
chapter 15 perfectly shows Athena's inner thoughts with how things arent progressing enough or fast enough for them and how they struggle with that. and then Rae's pov of him choosing to fight for her, choosing to stay and focus on Athena and Ocie instead of chasing after the feelings of home elsewhere
and then finally chapter 19. one of my favourite chapters. where Athena finally hits a boiling point and his powers activate and he has no control over them. how she scares both of his uncles and surprises the god of creation and then finds solace in how Rae cares for them. how they choose to fight for him, too.
guys if you cant tell, forgotten stars means so much more to me than just a fable fic. in its core, yes, its a fanfic and yes its about premade characters but i've put so much into it. i continue to pour my thoughts into it despite not having worked on it for months now. how i keep thinking of how to better guide the story and how many more ideas i have.
#plesae just be patient with me#i promise itll be worth it#ill probably start working on forgotten stars after i finish this one shot and get further into tangled au#gods i need to work on the tangled au again#i truly hope that by the time i manage to post my things there's still going to be people excited about them#i am truly sorry things have taken me so long#life has simply thrown so many obstacles at me#i am doing my best i promise#for now yall get small analyses on tumblr and wips on the discord whenever i work on things#forgotten stars#bee's writing tag#fable smp#fablesmp#icarus morningstar#rae morningstar#fablesmpblr
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Words that Tie, Ties that Bind
I hate the war you guys, I am gonna try my best to make a palatable and ACTUALLY make sense.
#I am sorry it has taken so long#but in my defense#my life fell apart again#but I am back baby#cant keep a hoe down#gaasaku#words that tie ties that bind#my fic#mine
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The Haunting of Blackbeard’s Bar and Grill and Fishing Accessory Shop and Roller-Skating Rink
IT HAS TAKEN ME SO LONG AND I AM SO SORRY BUT HERE IT IS. @emeraldcas here’s your birthday gift it is insane it doesn’t make sense it’s utterly ridiculous but i managed to incorporate all shows and the majority of the prompts i hope you like it!!
2.5k words, under the cut
When Jack hears that their newest haunting is at a roller rink, he’s elated. Dean should have seen it coming. They should’ve just not told Jack anything about it, cause now he’s insisting on making a whole outing out of it. If it were to go Dean’s way, they’d quickly take care of the haunting without spending more time than necessary at that stupid rink, but Jack has recruited Cas and Sam, and now Sam’s calling Eileen to invite her and Cas has already made sure that Jody and Donna are bringing the girls.
Dean is dreading it.
He’s dreading it a little bit less when he sees the name of the place. Blackbeard’s Bar and Grill and Fishing Accessory Shop and Roller-Skating Rink is quite a mouthful, but if Dean can get a burger after being forced to put on shoes with wheels on them he guesses the day is kind of saved.
“You do remember we’re here to gank a ghost, right?” Dean asks when he sees both Sam and Cas practically light up alongside Jack at the sight of the roller rink, which is pirate-themed for some reason. Dean would have preferred cowboys, but he guesses pirates are neat too. He’s eyeing the bar next to the rink, Paddy’s Pub, which seems much more inviting at the moment.
“Yeah, yeah sure.” Sam mumbles, but he’s distracted by Eileen’s entrance, her little car sidling up next to the Impala in the parking lot. Donna and Jody aren’t far behind, and Alex and Patience can’t get out of the backseat fast enough in excitement, while Claire trails behind rolling her eyes. Dean knows Claire well enough to see through her tough-guy exterior—she’s at least as excited about this whole ordeal as Jack is. Dean’s one potential ally in his distaste for roller skating has turned out to be a traitor.
“Okay, let’s go over the game plan!” Dean calls everyone together before they enter the building.
“What do we know about the case?” Jody asks, and Dean is grateful to have at least one person focused on the hunt they’re supposed to be on.
“From what we know, there are multiple apparitions, probably ghosts, showing up on the rink. Some are harmless, others get violent, there’s at least one witness account that states they’ve gotten into a screaming-match with a—” Sam checks his meticulous notes. “Self-important business man who called them a dick a bunch of times, then picked up his phone to curse at the person on the other end instead, before he disappeared into thin air.”
“I wouldn’t call that violent.” Claire narrows her eyes and tilts her head at the same time as both Cas and Jack do. Dean sometimes gets freaked out by their uncanny resemblance.
“Well, there’s also a witness talking about a guy showing up in the middle of the rink waving around with a whip, so there’s that.” Dean adds. “Let’s just go in and check it out.”
Once through the door, Dean is greeted by a slightly off rendition of My God by the Killers from a corner of the room that is supposed to house the DJ booth for the rink, but has instead been refunctioned into a karaoke booth. Why the hell is there a karaoke booth in a roller-skating rink that is also a bar and grill (the counter with the kitchen behind it is to their left) and a fishing accessory shop (a door to the left seems to lead to that one) and also looks like a ship deck? Dean feels like the rink alone is strange enough to warrant checking out for supernatural threats.
“Let’s go!” Jack runs right up to the counter, rows and rows of bright green roller-skates lining the shelves. The girls are not far behind, and Sam and Eileen are smirking, making their way to the counter as well.
“Wait for me!” A voice yells from behind Dean, and a small family busts through the doors, Garth and his wife and kids in tow, joining their group at the counter. Well great, Dean thinks.
“Don’t forget why we’re here!” Dean calls after them all, but he’s not sure they care much. Shaking his head, Dean makes his way around the rink, taking it all in. In the karaoke booth, a tall and kind of intimidating looking woman starts singing Mr. Brightside with an incredible voice. Dean almost trips over his own feet when he sees two people looking like Mulder and Scully on the rink. It gets even weirder when he sees… is that Bert and Ernie? Roller-skating hand in hand? And Kermit and his friends on the other side? Dean shakes his head. He must be mistaken, because by now, his friends have made their way onto the rink and they don’t seem to find anything amiss.
Dean keeps investigating the hall. There’s a birthday party hosted in one of the booths, the tables laden with chocolate and cake, balloons in the form of flowers floating around. Dean passes their booth just as the gifts are being exchanged.
“Bumbercatch, did you make this?” The recipient asks, looking at a scarf in awe.
“Yeah, man. I upgraded from knitting to crochet.”
Dean looks back to the rink, seeing everyone having the times of their lives. He sees Sam and Jody occasionally stop other roller-bladers to talk to them, while Donna and Eileen examine the rink itself. At least they’re helping with the case, which can’t be said about everyone else. Dean rolls his eyes, but then he sees Cas, and his jaw almost drops to the floor.
Cas is flying across the rink, cutting a beautiful figure, the trench coat fluttering behind him like wings. He makes pirouettes, his legs dancing around, while everyone cheers for him. Damn. Cas is good at this. Of course he’s good at this, the guy is good at anything.
Out of the corner of his eye, Dean sees Claire and Jack leave the rink and quickly walk towards the counter. It’s almost impossible to tear his gaze away from Cas, who is mesmerising in the way he floats across the rink with such ease, but Dean needs to keep it together if he wants to solve this case.
Sweeping the hall, there were no cold spots, no flickering lights, no suspicious activity. The EMF’s been quietly resting in Dean’s pocket, giving no sound and indication of ghostly activity. Dean is just deciding to start questioning the employees when Jack and Claire return from the counter, a shit-eating grin on both their faces.
“Hey Dean.” Claire says, mischief obvious in her voice. Next to her, Jack holds up the bright green roller-skates. “We brought you something.”
“Yeah we noticed you haven’t made your way onto the rink yet, so we got your size!” Jack thrusts the shoes in Dean’s direction, an earnest smile on his face.
“You did what?” Dean stands, lost, but Claire and Jack have already made their way back to the rink.
He’s standing there, dumbfounded, holding roller-skates, regretting all his life decisions. He should have given this case to a different group, he shouldn’t have come close to this damn roller rink at all.
“Dean?” Cas has stopped close to him, leaning against the fence around the rink. “Are you joining us?”
“Yeah, sure.” Dean says and instantly wants to kick himself, but seeing the smile spread on Cas’ face is kind of worth it.
“Wonderful.” Cas pushes himself off the fence, rolling to the next entrance and waiting for Dean to get the damned shoes on.
Dean steps onto the rink reluctantly, trying to keep himself stable, gripping the fence for dear life. But how is he supposed to do that when there are fucking tiny tires on his feet. This is a nightmare.
“Dean?” Cas asks, noticing his nervousness. “Have you ever gone roller-skating?”
Dean scowls.
“I take that as a no.” Cas nods, then he holds out a hand. “Let’s go then.”
For a second, Dean hesitates, then he takes a deep breath, lets go of the fence and grabs Cas’ hand instead, the angel’s fitting perfectly in his. They should hold hands more often, he thinks, but before he can examine that thought in more detail, Dean takes a step and almost falls over immediately. His face would have made acquaintance with the floor if it wasn’t for Cas catching him, his strong arms around Dean’s middle.
“Are you okay?” Cas asks.
“Just hold me.” Dean squeaks, clinging to Cas’ waist while trying not to fall again. “I mean, hold me up. Like, don’t let me fall!” He quickly corrects, heart racing.
“Of course, Dean.”
And then they roller-skate together. It takes Dean a while to make his legs stop shaking, for his movements to become less clumsy, but Cas never lets go of him, and after a while he starts enjoying himself. He starts understanding why everyone is ignoring the case in favour to do this instead. If he’d ever roller-skated before in his life, he would have been as elated as Jack to come here.
“This is fun!” Dean grins at Cas, and then it happens.
Something hits Dean’s head, hard, and the little balance he was holding onto is ripped from him, sending his ass to the floor, dragging Cas down with him.
A baseball rolls away from where he’s fallen to the floor. What in all hell is a fucking baseball doing on a roller-skating rink.
“I am so sorry!” A small woman rolls up to them frantically, wearing a pink baseball uniform with skirts instead of shorts and sporting a baseball glove. “Lupe did not mean to throw that far.”
The last part of her sentence is directed towards the other side of the rink, and Dean is positive that he’s hit his head badly, because he sees an entire baseball team worth of women in the same pink uniform tossing around a bunch of balls. How do they even all fit onto the rink? Has it gotten bigger?
“Carson, hurry up!”
“Coming, Greta!” The woman throws back, before scrambling to pick up the bass she’s lost while continuing to profusely apologise to Dean, who doesn’t say anything because this is beyond strange. They’ve seen their fair share of odd shit, but this rink takes the fucking cake.
“We should probably get up.” Cas says, and Dean can only nod, but before they can make as much as a move, they’re interrupted.
“Don’t move!”
“Out of the way!”
“We’re paramedics!”
Three people drop down next to Dean and Cas, a woman with a comforting smile, a man with an oddly places scar right in the middle of his forehead, and a handsome guy with dishevelled hair, while three others ward off anyone who’d want to get close. They’re not in uniform, so Dean assumes that they’re here on their day off, but that doesn’t stop them from asking a ton of questions and making sure neither Dean nor Cas actually injured themselves. Not that Cas can get injured at all, but that’s not the point.
“Okay, okay, I think that’s enough!” Dean insists when he realises that they’re debating how worth it is to call an ambulance because apparently Cas’ pupils don’t dilate the way they should, something that is no doubt due to the fact that Cas is an angel. “We’re fine.”
“Let us at least escort you off the rink.” One of the guys who warded off onlookers throws in, helping Dean up without even waiting for a reply, while the handsome paramedic guy does the same with Cas. Dean doesn’t protest, because he does feel a little light-headed now that he’s standing again. Damn random baseball team that decided to play at a rink for no good reason.
They roll off the rink, and as soon as Dean reaches a bench, he gets out of these damned roller-skates. Sure, it was fun while it lasted, but right now Dean just wants to figure out what the hell is going on here and then get the fuck out.
Two men dressed in pirate-adjacent clothes, one in fancy colourful coats and the other in way too much leather, stride up to them, and Dean doesn’t even have time to roll his eyes.
“Hello there!” Colourful fancy coat man yells out, waving exaggeratedly. “We’re the owners of this wonderful establishment, and we’ve seen what just happened on the rink.”
“Yeah mate, we agreed that you and your group get everything for free today, as recompense or some shit like that.” Leather guy shrugs.
“What the fuck?” Is all that Dean gets out, and fancy guy scowls.
“Did you not understand?”
“No I did understand. But are you not seeing this?” Dean gestures to the whole hall, because this is not a normal rink, no matter how normal everyone pretends it is. “That’s Bert and Ernie right there!”
“Yes indeed it is!” Fancy guy says, a pleased smile on his face.
“Where did they come from?” Cas asks, frowning.
“Oh people just keep showing up here, same as us I guess.” Leather guy says, scratching his long beard. The movement brings Dean’s attention to the guy’s arms, which are filled with tattoos, and for a second Dean is envious, before he redirects his thoughts to the matter at hand.
“So people just show up?” Dean asks, and when the pirates nod, he frowns. “So, what if, I don’t know, monsters start showing up. What if this is gonna be the start of the zombie apocalypse.”
“You know, I just watched this show where zombies were integrated into society, and the zombies themselves weren’t the actual problem.” The first responder who helped Dean off the rink interjects.
“Did you watch In the Flesh without me?” The other one asks, tone indignant.
“Well Eddie, you said you didn’t want to watch it anyway.”
“No, I said I didn’t want to watch The Last of Us.”
“Ah damn, sorry Eddie.”
“No problem man, we still have the last two seasons of Psych to get through together.”
Dean starts tuning their conversation out when they keep talking about what shows to watch together. Meanwhile, Leather guy shakes his head. “We always send back the dangerous ones, they just disappear again. Sometimes we also send them back when we don’t like them, like those Roy siblings, they were annoying as heck.”
“And they just leave?” Cas asks, fascination seeping into his voice.
“Yeah.”
Dean sighs, looking around the rink once again, taking in the colourful combination of characters, his family included. They don’t look all that dangerous, and Dean knows he’s probably stupid for making this decision, but his gut is telling him that he should leave this place alone.
“Okay, Cas, I don’t really wanna stay here, wanna check out that pub next door?”
“Of course, Dean.”
Thirty minutes later, Dean leaves Paddy’s Pub with Cas in tow, regretting all his life decisions.
#elliot writes#this has taken me so long i am so sorry but i fell into a giant writing slump and then i had to scrap the ending and improvise cause i didn'#wanna make you wait any longer
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this video's so close to being done i can taste it dear god i can feel the wind of freedom on my back
#literal codex entry#i am deeply sorry this has taken so long#life has just gotten very in the way and also I just. keep finding important new shit?????#promise it'll be worth the wait tho
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final chapter of heavy hopes tomorrow !!
#ikkk this one has taken a long time i am SORRY but i am making it BETTER i SWEAR#anyway i’m probably not doing a wip wednesday so you get this instead#byler fic
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