a journey

vol i: dovewing's daddy kink

vol ii: leopardstar uses her authority to enforce self-care

vol iii: mistyfoot likes being possessed (but only in private)

vol iv: briarlight enjoys being a juice box

Okay, after a culmination of Too Many Hours and about three days, this is what I’ve got Skip below the cut if you just want to see the characters!

Hey, welcome to:

My Sonic Boom AU With No Real Title

Also, It’s Not an AU as Much as a Rewrite For My Own Personal Enjoyment ...

First, Bullet Points.

I did this purely on impulse and for the sake of fun. I’m not trying to write a ground-breaking AU or claim that I’m doing “What SEGA Couldn’t/Didn’t”; I just like to add to the stuff I enjoy; That’s what this is.

Note, also, that I haven’t played any of the games and any Game Plays I have watched didn’t give me much anyway. This AU is building mostly off of the Boom TV show and the comics, though I do want to find ways to add elements from the game if I ever expand on this AU.

The Universe:

There are no Chaos Emeralds. I don’t know the original Boom Universe’s take on the Chaos Emeralds; All I found was that one of the games had something called Chaos Shards, but I didn’t get much past that.

There will still be some kind of magical stand-in, because what’s Sonic without its magical MacGuffin stones? That’s not important right now because I don’t have all of the details figured out. I do know that they won’t be as much of a… crutch, as the Chaos Emeralds are. They’re still sought after as a magical power source, and you still don’t want the wrong people to have them, but they’re no Chaos Emerald.

There are more official characters in this AU than just the ones mentioned here, but if I tried to add them in this phase I think I would lose my mind. So don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten about them!

I feel like this point belongs here: Sonamy will not be happening. I don’t know how old Amy was supposed to be in the original show, but I know the writers really liked winking and nudging at Sonamy. That’s not this.

Eggman does not change much. He’s still the funny villain, he just hates the environment more

The Villages

There are five villages, as of now, on Seaside Island. None of them have names, yet, so they’ll just be referred to as V1-V5 or by their main traits: “Mountainous,” etc… etc…

Village 1.

The main village; The one we see in the show. This is basically the hub village. It’s full of shops and houses and things for the villagers to do, as well as being a welcoming resting point for those traveling the island. It’s the longest-standing village on the island and was the starting point for the rest of the villages and communities.

While it has a lot of “”man”-made” aspects to it, they try to build around the natural island.

Village 2.

Off the shoulder of the central village, there’s the beach. Though there are only a few buildings built in the area, it’s still its own village… Underwater. People on the actual land of the island haven’t seen a lot of this village itself, but there are a few known villagers who frequently come to the surface for supplies.

Village 3.

The Mountains; Built into the central mountain of the island, adapted mostly from the natural caves, this island, and the out-looking treetops. This is where mountain animals live :) ; Goats, leopards, and birds (though they take to the treetops more).

Village 4.

The heavy forest; Built at the base of the previous village. This is one of the newer villages. The buildings are still under construction and repair. They and the villagers on the mountains often work together to get their village built.

Village 5.

Not so much a village as it is a flatland with workshops built on top. Ruined from Dr. Eggman’s rude deforestation, the villagers were forced out of their homes and the grounds were too ruined to replant. The area was used to the Island’s advantage; Housing workshops and repair centers for the entire island; The villagers had to move to the previous village.

THE CHARACTERS Amy Rose

Daughter of the Town Representatives, Amy is very active in the happenings of [Village 1]. She’s outspoken and has a deep care for people, especially the people of the village. Often, she will offer up suggestions to her parents but, because of her age and forward attitude, she’ll be brushed off. It’s not uncommon, still, for her ideas to be put in place a week later without credit.

She’s learned to be resigned to that fact, telling herself that what matters is that change happens, not that she gets credit… Though, it’s not unusual for her closest friends to get an earful of her grievances at the end of the month.

Her parents trust her to be in charge. They’ve raised her to be a leader and have faith in her skills, but still, often underestimate her.

She looks up to Sonic after meeting him, and somewhat envies Tails, for the way that they put others first to keep them safe and have their voices heard despite anything.

Sticks the Badger

Sticks was abandoned when she was young. Her parents protected her as she grew up, but once they decided she could fend for herself, they left. Stranded in the middle of Seaside Island’s large forest, it was a while until she was found by one of the [Village 4] residents and taken in… As much as she would let herself be ‘taken in,’ that is.

Since she was left on her own when she was so young, Sticks had to learn about and defend herself from the world on her own. This is where her fears come from. Without any other guidance, Sticks made up stories to explain the world around her;

The rain came from the People Above the Trees’ tears and once they started to cry, she only had a certain amount of time to take cover before their sadness turned into anger, and that anger made the sky light up and the ground grumble.

After she was taken in, she left a few hours later and found a burrow just outside of the village to call her home.

Worried about her, her newly found “guardian” went looking for her and, after finding the burrow, realized that there was only so much they could do for her. Still, they didn’t give up and would often visit Sticks, bringing her food when she was hungry and company when it rained.

Eventually, Sticks would come to trust them and now often visits their home in the village where she’ll spend most of her time telling her “guardian” about her stories and how she’s come to understand the world.

Knuckles the Echidna

Knuckles was born and raised in the Mountains by his parents, an echidna, a goat, and an owl [Blakiston fish]. Living at the top of the mountain, he didn’t go down to the forest or other areas of the village very often. Instead, following in his parents’ steps, he would spend most of his time training to protect the village.

His parents pushed him to get to know people, encouraging him by telling him that being a protector was more than stopping rockslides and digging water trenches, it was knowing and caring for the people you’re protecting. Even with this, Knuckles still hesitated to get to know people. He has a deep care for them, but it never seems to work out for him when he tries to connect.

It was after Eggman’s attack on the island that sent the Forest Villagers their way that Knuckles realized how big their island really was; How many people were living there. And it was that realization that made him want to extend his help to keep the entire island safe.

He often travels on foot around the island, offering help and protection. He’s your Friendly Neighborhood; Echidna-Man.

Miles "Tails" Prower

Child genius, Miles Prower, wasn’t born on Seaside Island. He was born to his mother, a brilliant mechanic, and his father, head of his home island’s construction teams. Together, they taught him everything they knew until he eventually surpassed both of them, being able to plan out and think through the construction and stabilization of his mother’s creations on his own. The work his parents would have to do together, he could do on his own.

Unfortunately, when trouble hit his island, wiping out both his village and his parents, Miles was left to fend for himself until unexpected help came to his rescue.

Now, under the wing of both his adoptive Not-Uncle, Chuck, and his big Not-Brother, Sonic [The Hedgehog! He had mistaken him for a beetle when they met…] Miles, now “Tails”, Prower helps by their side, creating the means to fight on Seaside island in his and Chuck’s workshops.

Sonic 'T' Hedgehog

A lot of things are on this! ^^

Sonic lived with his Not-Uncle, Uncle Chuck, for as long as he can remember. The time he didn’t spend running around, he spent by Chuck’s side, fetching him tools and getting lectured about mechanics.

Though he grew up with Chuck, he never felt like he was raised by him. He was too stubborn for it, he says.

He learned how to pilot and fix planes, though, and uses that to go out on adventures, seeking out danger and putting a stop to it with the help of Chuck.

One of these adventures led to Seaside Island becoming their new home; A place for them to always come back to at the end of an adventure.

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ALT. for the characters

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And that’s that, for now! Sonic’s description isn’t as detailed, per se, as some of the others, and that mostly comes from a lot of who he is would come across better with proper context and set-up which… would take up more space than I have right now.

Thank you for reading this far! I hope you enjoyed this, as I really really enjoyed making it and hope to be able to expand on it more after giving it some time to… stew? Definitely after giving myself some time to breathe and do something that isn’t this for a second.

It all depends on what my new interest within the Sonic Universe is next week, I’ll be honest.

If you have any questions, please feel free to send them! I’d love to clear things up or share a little more.

Leopard Gecko Lifespan – This Gecko Might Be Older Than You Are!

Imagine this, you buy a new pet and you love it like crazy, but it has a lifespan of only three years. That would be terrible, right? I mean if you are like most pet owners, you get pretty attached to the new family member and to lose it after such a short while is absolutely painful.

So no matter if you already have a leopard gecko or if you are thinking about getting one, you can calm down. The average leopard gecko lifespan is pretty long. However there are a couple of factors that can shorten the life expectancy of your beautiful gecko friend immensely. In this article you will learn how old leopard geckos can get and what you can do to increase their lifespan. Further I will tell you something about the oldest leopard gecko I know.

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How Long Do Leopard Geckos Live?

How To Increase Your Leopard Gecko´s Lifespan

Brumation

Substrate - Be Brave

Let Them Hunt

Respect That They Are Nocturnal

Use A Hot Stone

The Temperature

How Long Do Leopard Geckos Live?

What do you think? 5 years? 10 years? Maybe even 15 years? What you might have heard is that leopard geckos only get 7 to 10 years old. However they can get much older than that. In fact they can get from 30 to 40 years old. Isn´t that crazy?

So why do people often say that they only get 7 to 10 years old? Well, because it is true, but it does not mean that this is their true life expectancy. The reason for such a short life is wrong husbandry. The truth is that 90% of all leopard gecko owners keep their pet in a completely wrong way. All that happens because of misinformation.

Leopard geckos are praised as great beginner pets, because they don´t need a big setup and they are undemanding in husbandry. However this is totally wrong! They can survive a long time even if you keep them poorly, but as you know now, this will cost them half of their actual lifespan or more.

How To Increase Your Leopard Gecko´s Lifespan

I had a chat with a german leopard gecko keeper named Esther Laue. Believe it or not, her leopard geckos are 38 years old and they are still alive and in good health. Isn´t that absolutely amazing? Of course I had to ask Esther if she was willing to provide a couple of tips on how she was able to get their geckos that old.

She told me the exact things I praise as well. Keep your leopard geckos as natural as possible. Here are 6 things you can learn from Esther for a long leopard gecko life. (All pictures show Esther´s leo habitats and her geckos, how awesome is that?)

Brumation

Especially beginners get a little bit nervous when their pet shows the first signs of an upcoming brumation. Geckos get a little bit lethargic and you could think something is from with them. However this is a very natural process and you should always support your leopard gecko during this phase. Let your gecko brumate. It is very good for their health since it is a form of resting and growing.

Substrate - Be Brave

I know you might be afraid that your leopard gecko could get impacted from eating sand or soil. That´s why you might use repti carpet or newspaper as substrate. That does not contribute to a natural leopard gecko habitat though. Esther gets her substrate from outside. She doesn´t even go to a pet shop, she digs a deep hole outside and uses the soil (which is actually a mix of soil and sand) to create the habitat.

She also believes that eating substrate is part of their behaviour and not dangerous at all. Well, how could I disagree with her? She has leopard geckos that are 38 years old. And just to let you know, Esther never had problems with impaction. However I can understand if you are still afraid of doing this.

So here is a tip that will help you with using such a substrate: make sure that your leopard gecko always has access to a calcium source. Most of the time they eat sand when they feel that they need to balance their minerals. I recommend to get this substrate(click). If you want to know more about a safe substrate, read my substrate guide.

Let Them Hunt

Esther does not treat her leopard geckos like babies. She says that her leopard geckos have to earn their food just like they have to in the wild. So she lets the feeder insects run free in the habitat and watches how her leopard geckos go hunting.

This is actually another point I always mention. Hunting is a form of exercise and your reptile needs exercise. They are locked up in a small tank and most of them do not have much to do. So it is very important to give them stuff to do, as often as possible.

Respect That They Are Nocturnal

You probably have seen your leopard gecko running around in the tank during the day, right? Every leopard gecko keeper has. This can happen if your leopard gecko does not find a good place to rest. You have to offer your leopard gecko a lot of hides with different tempertaures and humidity to avoid that.

Esther uses a lot of stones to achieve that. The little hides between the rocks at the top are warm and dry, the hides between the rocks at the bottom are colder and moist. This way the gecko can choose what it needs at the moment. If you don´t want to use rocks and need some help with your moist hide, click here.

Further you should not feed your leopard gecko during the day. Always respect that they are nocturnal. In the wild, leopard geckos leave their hide at night to find food. You should simulate that in your tank as well.

Use A Hot Stone

A problem that Esther sees in most leopard gecko tanks is that the geckos do not have an additional heat source to get on temperature when the hot spot turns off. That´s why she build a cave and uses a hot stone as roof. This way her leopard geckos can get heat from inside the cave and on the top of it. If you need a hot stone, have a look at this one, it is absolutely fantastic.

The Temperature

Esther does not believe in steady temperatures. That´s why she has variations in temperature in her tank from time to time. Further she makes sure that the temperature in the room where the reptile tank is located drop at night. She says that it is important to create a cold environment during the night. This way her leopard geckos can sleep deeply after hunting.

Most tanks do not get cold enough during the night since the temperatures in most leopard gecko tanks is very high during the day and therefore can´t cool down during the night. She actually recommends to go with a little bit lower temperature during the day and opening a window in the reptile room during the night.

So that´s it. I know that you might not be able to implement all the points above. However just implementing a few might help your leopard gecko to get older than most other geckos and that´s what we all want, right? To have a very long and happy time with our leopard geckos.

Have fun with keeping your leo!

Cracked Mirror Express

Nihilistic utter vivid change in direction of dimensions & iterations, zero blank black and white advertisements, smiling brightly, diamond teeth one of many ornaments in the aerial earth street tableau. hit and crack ice.and breath air again. in the s t r e e t, loudly over the phone, one of many ornaments in the tableau.thoughts unreal fold fakeout grimace gold pop-up packed unreal fakeout grimace unreal as it gets. retro insignia. spatial disorientation distress. the earth is far from us now. glassy in spiral silver sky.what was far off, is now still. "thought-speech processing!". — cried a blue melancholy mood rider. knocking. A weird knock on the door at 1am. ...street's slanted stoner, distorted soundwave cul-de-sac ice ricochet echo heard by a loner at the window curtain watching it all develop, not knowing. traffic cop waved at a glass storefront. I walked barefoot on cold gravel, big bouncing ball & sinister sun-drenched frown. Loose and lurking. Curious in an alien subculture. Flash of earth-mottled sapphire coalesced. Loud heavy rush hour traffic & rain, re-loading, heard in the background, freefalling static of radioing voices now...sub-quantum microcosm...is deflecting soft phased-in fog spillover huge pillow pullover at machine's excursion of anti-wave mimeograph soft star implosion, chilling atmospheric report that in that area of the universe thought reversal refracts scratched movie iteration subtext holographic meme fractal expanding in neo-organic palette, 'it's just us now, talking': 'there's nothing here' nods. — ...besides, no one else. — recording continues... sunlight world borderless unhid coherent convenient unceasing retrieving alien gusts soot & ash pile up grey-powder injured heroic caricatures freefall skydivers in faux flame.astronauts walking electrifying rocknroll dust silhouette neon day-glo haywire street festival vibe, *heavy crowd*, littered with weathered hype-weary crooks and soapy cubist women, they throw plastic dice at the wall, the same boulder is pushed again up the side of the city hill top, the sun sets purple and a gold falling away of cracked blood cirrus spatter — O violent red bird you are true beauty dark rose tattoo flung oblong eclipsing sideways to running zebra, leopard and tiger slashing deeply. the atmosphere is quietly my own minus moon opal fires, prisms, refractions. I can think clearly again. the ancient burning blue opal suspended in a galaxy of glass. exponential. fractal. tactile. slow sunshine spotlight nano-collision, flashing auras of outer-spatial slow motion frozen tunnel monolithic, sideways moons celestial composure, bright yellow slush rushing cloud black, copper tea fog sepia burnt-out time fabric of sleazy area that always seems heavy with clouds & old houses, the first tree was hard to yank out...upward cranking claw let loose heavy tree roots viscerally tingling in mid-air — hazy single teeth-yellow lightbulb smile goes on and off from across the sliding street-planet irradiating, in a vacillating shell of black matter crystal grid specks colliding flashing space slow-out motion sideways moons glow in an aura more photographs brightly behind the train yards in the dark blue of gaussian night — smell bitter atmosphere burnt-out, off the ground, off the sky, the singular rainfall pattering when I first woke scattering leaves, clear, unstill. and lift my head up off the ground to signal a single frame of pristine black and white cinéma vérité that transfixed a subculture of Ultimate Public Freakout Compilations. Searing rays of day hurt my cloaked eyes blue morning parking lot, large section of sky and interstate, motel melancholy, moonlight sonata is playing from the painter's window, outside the dawning street window the harsh blare and traffic is iron and crystal loud horn ruse of sonic crack-up. loud smoke ray blasts green velveteen wall — dark-sorrow and hand shadow shades brow — pressed bruised stone of sun and moon — outside, the sudden chill fills up my nose... heh-heh-heh — iguanid horror movie hit unpacking road-kill frequency; unpack your shit & get the fuck out. acute missing sense of psychotic spider time atrium overgrows metaphysical schizoid tension & unease...release mind-boggling algorithm. Sixties suitcase of suds, scarabs and pads. Light is unguent in thick rays of hallway dust faces seem distorted and overexposed one real face flashes away quickly in the mirror very dim: black hole hung vacuum bolts of purple textile bending fuzz-wa vibration & frequency, slung hard vacuum tugs black pencil lines, mere equations froth down incremental moss alley portals; jump-cut - heh-heh-heh, I capture overwrought cracks fissures vibrations express mirror off peel out yeah yeah yeah the hypersonic parallel brain, which is reason, even amidst splash soapy heady flowers, overblossoming overrun intoxicating inhaling vividly perfumed steam — "momma-momma them serial killahs, was they caught yet"?! The world has slowed, then frozen still. behind the bloody curtains. jewelry sparkles in the refrigerator so that it would feel icy cold on the skin. sunlit rays of bright snowy dust. disturbed circle. hot sun in torn eyes, "gore slime pop-vein freakshow voyeur. whose 3-D pop-open broken brain cork calculates zebra striped can surfaces, flash signals in a spotlight crackdown.c r a c k."ed open./ steady orbiting over flash fire alleys, free of earthly gravity, outstretched arms zoom straight out then landing upright — ultrasharp blue city frequency plug-in incremental voltage surge, night blue strobe vibe ray flashing police cycles, deep house thunderstorm...slid into sweet scars of bitter loneliness & the isolation of unknown jump-cut passengers appearing, blips, on the screens. sound of indistinct industrial manufacturing mixing other ambient workspace noise and generic office chatter in the ultrasharp blue city frequency black clouds come down, icy blanket of blackwood dry ice smoke reverberates sharp genetic tincture crackle of fruit wood burning elixir smoke heavily perfuming the air, in night ice star rays of crystal optic rope .outside. cymbals erupting in metallic sonic splashes, cast iron bells, indigenous whistles, erratic singing overwrought hair-trigger hush hologram love staccato gut razor spills... fuzzy sax winds through a doppelgänger villain stampede. chilling naked digital voice streams entertain; somnambulant patrons wear pajamas in soft noir conveyance stunning day-glo buoyant cinema amusement park. dual scene doldrums & ferris wheels. fake smile again to all the others, nodded casually and took a seat. it rains and silences the street. hunting down a quick fix, saturated in pure red neon syrup. my copper dogfoot bathtub fills with very bright ocean water that ripples in black and white cinema, reflecting a blackshadow dumpster smeared with cracked candles waxy rearview mirror violet gardenia shard fix, blood was everywhere — tucked a dog-eared one way ticket (under the busted mattress) to a ramshackle flip-flop spaceship vulture-sneak city, close by, where dated popular music spins wantonly.people wear their backpack pajama tops backwards & interstellar interstate fused wet grey clouds drip inky newsprint unsparingly. As a blood of sorts. A car drives by squealing water. A huge bridge leaps solidly over brilliant river carnival of bright maroon & green lights toss waves & ignite the dark waters with the same colors. Standing, newspaper slanted, frozen, still, in the aggressive icy wind waiting for the Cracked Mirror Express — a thousand plus strange vivid equations of videos posted is zero blank black and white advertisement smiling brightly, one of many ornaments in the tableau. .hit and crack ice. and breath air again. in the s t r e e t, loudly over the phone, packed thoughts unreal fold fakeout grimace. fake everything in fake boxes. M a t t e r...is as unreal as it g e t s. just moved into the street's slanted distorted soundwave sector. in today's world. o smoke say fog hello lovely, hiding in the deep deep world lizard heat crush. misty ethereal junk trajectory intermittent troubles sporadic razor slashed balloons. the room has a door but it only appears to open and close. everyone trapped laughs pay playing coins floating dice white wiles tent trail salt smell unwinding history of old dry leaves & one cumulus cloud street shone; almanac slant and crack ice b r e a t h  a i r  again in tearing eyes under purple gossamer umbrella, hand-painted stampede crush of small bright-yellow birds fleeing the snow. And the family fire bright, from the silverwood front porch. or...uh... for a long time now. I actualize myself in a 3-D pop-up gig. actualize myself in the street-slant cracked bus safekept belt winter vintage blues though. friendliness is faked loudly over the phone, on the show, found footage in missed glass store stampede-crush outtake. stay-over couch unreal dense-cloud soft, sturdy; better than those pieces of carpet. touch touch touch a blue gray cat walks over me on the couch. one memory flash of a loose moment only good when reflected on. in the actual moment, it was cold, my mouth was hungry and dry in the bitter sunshine crackle winter your schizoid disorder felt colder; bitter and weird to taste the floor. you took an abrupt nap on the kitchen floor a figure folding, bolt of superblack textile crushed down to accordion exit. The unreal dense-soft sofa in the linear world is filling up with harsh bright morning, somehow how do I; can I stretch this out to keep me from the dreaded viper mimic sirens, in the streets, in the rusted-out storefronts of closed cold debriefings, cold metal smashed up to your face, network of seeing stars from a cracked up head. Cracking up in nostalgic melancholy. A big bouncing ball. walk into soft applause. a small yellow bird of anonymous content. white eyes of content, red sun. constellation blue sapphire on the skyline galaxy pulverized stone silt low radioactive, the plastic desert clowns perform inside the big red banjo buzzcut hut. o sleep, no past universe or forward form of day the undisturbed unperceived soft timelessness there. erupting in metallic sonic splash. Hot sun in tearing eyes. A long piss.kill the street-slant.everything is steady. radio static sky zoned-out pieces of obnoxious phoned-in noise tunnel guitar warps lift bent heavy sound rain and deep fresh thunder matrix outburst: crowd. black and white storm drain gush, widens e x p a n s i o n z — e x p a n s i o n x blur background of institutional business paranoia office wall turning veering out to you as pure cinéma-vérité in "organic" blends of light (such as sunlight mixed with fluorescent, etc.) office plants' heads pop up. the cactus with pink flowers. the bonsai. rain and deep fresh thunder matrix outburst: in the crowd. black and white noise scratching, blue sirens screeching fast, flying fists, seizure of vehicle & yes yes free time machine blow out —