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gallifreyanhotfive · 3 months

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Random Doctor Who Facts You Might Not Know, Part 20: Academy Era Edition

Please note that some Academy Era info is dispersed throughout the other parts as well; I just wanted to make one dedicated to these nerds. I am not repeating stuff from other parts (purposefully, there may be some accidents, but I'm trying not to repeat things like Koschei teaching Theta hypnosis or like the hyperball team) or including some basic info I think are decently well known (like Torvic or the Gallifrey Academy Hot Five). ;)

The Master's real name is 32 letters long.

As students, Theta and Koschei enjoyed building time flow analogues to mess with each others experiments.

Koschei once gave Susan a toy which was actually a communication node that he could use to find the Doctor and Susan if they ever left Gallifrey.

Theta and Koschei also used to sneak out of the Academy to drink with Shobogans. On one such occasion, Koschei picked a fight with six drunk Shobogans.

Theta's name day and Otherstide are on the same day.

Koschei often hypnotized people as a joke. He was never punished for it.

Drax had a home-made skimmer that he would often use to go to his House rather than stay in the Academy dormitories. He'd also give Jelpax rides home because they lived close by.

Koschei was in charge of organizing the end-of-term parties, but the Eighth Doctor remembers that they weren't very good.

While at the Academy, Theta and Koschei traveled to Gallifrey's past in search of Valdemar, an ancient entity and Old One, but they found nothing of Old Ones. Theta was horrified by Valdemar's power while Koschei was fascinated.

When Vansell broke his leg while climbing Mount Cadon, Theta created a localized time bubble with a sonic wrench and two lengths of twine. This accelerated the healing process, and it was healed in two minutes.

Koschei and Theta also once traveled to Machasma and used sonic agitation to get out of a tight spot.

Theta Sigma came fourth place in the Time Lord Academy Sprint Championship.

Millennia had a natural gift for temporal engineering, and Theta believed she would one day make great intellectual achievements.

Tebediatroculozan attended the Academy at the same time as the Deca. He was incredibly clever but also envious of the Doctor for the adventures he had. The Eighth Doctor helped him move past this jealousy.

When Koschei stared into the Untempered Schism, he noted with much contempt that the Time Lords who had taken him there all refused to look at it themselves.

Mortimus is likely about 50 years younger than Theta Sigma.

The Second Doctor recalled that Koschei enjoyed being scared of the dark too much.

The Toymaker had Theta play Capture the Flag and thought that Theta had cheated.

When the Toymaker was using Rallon's body, Rallon had enough influence over his personality that the Toymaker had a sense of "good and evil." When the Toymaker went against the Fourteenth Doctor, he was no longer using Rallon's body, so this was not the case.

Theta was Borusa's teacher's pet, and Borusa favored him over other students. Later on, the Doctor would believe this was why the Master was bitter towards him.

In fact, an unproduced story's original script originally had the Doctor’s grandfather be named Borusa, but it was later changed to Pandak.

While at the Academy, Koschei befriended Salyavin and manipulated him to gain access to the restricted libraries. He wanted to steal The Worshipful and Ancient Law of Gallifrey but could not find it, and Salyavin took the blame for his wrongdoing.

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dalekofchaos · 3 months

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Context for choice 1, 3, 4 and 5.

Choice 1 context. As our heroes are escaping the dunes of Tatooine. Boba Fett is waiting for them. “leaving so soon Solo?”

Luke and Leia are ready to defend their friend, but Han puts his hand up. "This is my fight"

Han Solo has a debt to pay to Fett. This isn’t about the bounty anymore. This is personal. Fett would reveal that the famous tale of Han Solo dropping a cargo at the sight of an Imperial Star Destroyer, Boba would say they worked that job together and Han left him for dead. And ever since then, Boba has had it out for Solo. Of course, the Imperials did not survive, hence Vader’s “NO DISINTIGRATIONS!” Command in ESB.

So Han and Boba must duel to death on Tatooine. Boba basically giving the vibe that Boba will always be there to find Han and his friends. And give Boba’s classic line to Han, “You can run, but you’ll only die tired” So this is something Han has to do himself. This is an old Western styled duel. Since Lucas was a fan of these western movies, I can see this being how Han and Boba settles things. Han and Boba fighting to the bitter death and to an old spaghetti western styled duel. As the fight between Boba reaches his end, as Han gets the drop on him and has Boba at his mercy, Han chooses not to kill Boba. Han and Boba Fett finally bury their rivalry and leave it in the past and shake hands. Boba would declare that Han’s bounty will no longer exists and he won’t chased by him and exits the story. This would work because it would show that Han has grown from the rogue who would shot a man dead without question in ANH to someone who is willing to find an alternate solution to his problems. It’d also give some layers to Boba Fett of being a man of honor. and perhaps this would set Boba Fett up as The Mandalorian instead of DIn Djarin.

Context for Choice 2. Boba Fett gets in the Slave 1 and drops the sonic bomb on them. The end.

Context for choice 3. Boba Fett decides he is in charge. Jabba's empire was stagnant and faltering. He allowed the Rebels to get the drop on him and because of that he died. Now Boba Fett is in charge. Boba's inner circle would be Fennec Shand, Bossk and Black Krrsantan But I'd also take inspiration from George Lucas original plans for Maul in his Sequel Trilogy. Basically Maul was supposed to be a Godfather like figure leading a criminal empire replacing the Galactic Empire. Now Boba Fett is in charge of his Empire and he will burn the New Republic to the ground and his new criminal empire would reign supreme.

Context for choice 4. When the assault happens we think it’s all won and instead of the Imperial officer we get Boba. “leaving so soon Solo?” Boba arrives with Bossk, Boba starts attacking the Rebel forces trying to fight back at first he uses his flamethrower, thermal detonators and launches the missile from his jetpack. and the rebel force are all but annihilated. Save Han, Leia, Chewbacca Wookies and the droids. When the Wookies attack the imperials, Boba and Bossk are distracted. Chewbacca fights Bossk(he liked to hunt Wookies so it is personal for Chewie) it’s a very even fight but Chewbacca is able to shoot him dead with the help of the Wookies. With Han and Boba it is a fight to the death on Endor. Hunter vs prey and the hunted becomes the prey. It ends with Han and Boba fighting to the bitter death and to an old spaghetti western styled duel. As the fight between Boba reaches his end, as Han gets the drop on him and has Boba at his mercy, Han chooses not to kill Boba. Instead, Han decides to bullshit his way out of it and hopes he is right about Boba. Basically he believes he is only loyal to who pays him more and Han tells him “BOBA! THE REBELLION WILL TRIPLE WHAT VADER IS PAYING YOU IF YOU HELP US!” and to everyone’s surprise, Boba starts blasting away the Imperials and goes with Han and Leia to destroy the shield generator. Han and Boba Fett finally bury their rivalry and leave it in the past and shake hands and Boba makes a fortune while peace has been restored. Boba would declare that Han’s bounty will no longer exists and he won’t chased by him and exits the story. This would work because it would show that Han has grown from the rogue who would shot a man dead without question in ANH to someone who is willing to find an alt solution to his problems. It’d also give some layers to Boba’s canon history of only being in it for the money, not personal grudges.

Choice 5 context. Boba Fett continues bounty hunting after the war ends and one target changes his life forever. At first Boba Fett treats Grogu as he is. A bounty and nothing more. Grogu being a Jedi just makes him treating the child coldly. But something changed. The cloner choosing to clone him changes something in him and then Boba cleans house. Killing the Stormtroopers, The Client and the doctor and taking Grogu with him. As the guild closes in on Boba and the child, The Children Of The Watch helps Boba Fett. The Armorer offers Boba to join their ranks and Boba insists he's no Mandalorian. "are you sure about that?" and honestly I would replace Cara Dunne with Fennec. Season 1's arc is about Boba Fett overcoming his hatred of the Jedi and letting Grogu in while Grogu is learning to accept that Boba is not the Clone Troopers that could've killed him. Season 2 would be about Boba rediscovering his and Jango's Mandalorian heritage. Open Seasons is canon. The Mandalorian Civil War was about the True Mandalorians vs Death Watch. Jango Fett is the rightful heir to the Darksaber and because Pre Vizsla stole it, it lead to misfortune for Mandalore. Boba and Bo-Katan are forced to work together. They hate each other because Boba Fett is the child of Jango and Bo-Katan sided with Death Watch, but over time we would see them grow to respect each other and become closer aka if DInbo happens, Boba/Bo becomes a thing. Because it’s poetic that the descendants of The True Mandalorians and Death Watch could rebuild Mandalore. So while Din did not want to rule, Boba does and wants to reshape Mandalore by Bo-Katan's side.

#Star Wars #Boba Fett #Han Solo #Grogu #Mandalorians #The Mandalorian #Luke Skywalker #Leia Organa #Lando Calrissian #Chewbacca #Bo Katan Kryze #Boba x Bo Katan #Boba x Bo

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commander-krios · 1 year

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Happy KOTOR Exchange treat @alyssalenko! Thank you so much for your help on the Exchange and pinch hitting when I needed it. I made this little fic for you as thanks.

Title: My Sweet Predictable Pilot

Summary: "You’re a good man, Carth. Always have been, even if you don’t believe it.”

She always knew him better than he knew himself. Carth wasn't sure if that was a Jedi thing or if it was just Triya. But one thing he did know was that he loved her more than he ever thought possible.

Words: 1081

Rating: T

Relationship: Female Revan/Carth Onasi

Additional Tags: Fluff, Marriage, Post-Canon, Family, Teasing, Tooth-Rotting Fluff

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When Carth returned to the helm, he found her sitting in the copilot seat, humming something under her breath. A song, perhaps, but it wasn’t one he knew. For a moment, he leaned against the wall by the navigation system, arms crossed and a smile on his lips, listening. It was wrong to spy on her, he knew that, but there was something about her that made him calm, made him… dare he admit it: happy?

No, that was ridiculous. He was a grown man who didn’t need anyone to find happiness should he want it.

But dammit it was tempting to credit her as his reason for being at ease and at peace for the first time in his life.

The humming stopped a few seconds later, leaving the cockpit in silence and he realized he’d spent too long standing there, spying on her.

“Are you just going to stand there or are you going to come fly this thing?”

That weird Jedi Force thing she did always creeped him out, but then again, Triya was more than just a Jedi now, wasn’t she?

She was his wife and even now he couldn’t believe it.

“Tell me where you want to go, beautiful, and I’ll fly you there.”

He inwardly slapped his forehead at the response, unable to help the things he said when he spoke to her. Even now, after learning her true identity and coming to terms with everything that happened in his past, after fighting by her side and taking down Malak and the Sith, after marrying her… He was still unsure how to handle her some days. She had proven herself time and again that she was no longer the Sith Lord, but she had become so much more. She was everything.

Her kindness was chief among the reasons he fell in love with her in the first place.

Triya glanced at him from around the side of the copilot seat, a smirk curling her lips, her wide light eyes bright with laughter that she didn’t give a voice. Her dark hair was still wet from the sonic, curling around her face in a way that only made her more beautiful. He could barely make out the freckles on her face in the darkness.

“Oh you will, will you? Don’t make promises you aren’t willing to keep, Onasi.”

He couldn’t help the laugh that escaped. No matter what plagued the galaxy, Triya found some light in the dark to keep everyone sane. Even if it meant teasing him to get a chuckle.

“Why? You don’t think I’m a man of my word?” Carth moved further into the room, sinking into the worn synthleather seat he’d claimed the day they’d stolen the Ebon Hawk.

She leaned back against the cushions of the copilot chair, closing her eyes with a sigh, smile lingering. “You’re always a man of your word, Carth. It’s predictable.”

That wasn’t what he expected to hear and it definitely wasn’t something he wanted to hear. Especially from her. “Predictable? I don’t think anything about our lives has been predictable.”

“Perhaps. But you’re a good man, Carth. Always have been, even if you don’t believe it.”

Triya spoke so plainly, but it meant everything to him to hear those particular words. Because at the beginning of everything, revenge was the only motivator he’d had. Now he had Dustil. He had a new chance at life.

And he had her.

“Yeah, yeah. I get it. That doesn’t mean you can call me predictable and not get called out on it.”

She smiled again, the teasing in his voice reaching her. “Pre-dict-able.”

Carth had to fight another laugh, refusing to rise to the bait and start an argument with her over it. No, he had a better idea and one she’d probably see coming, damn Jedi tricks, but it was the only thing he had that could compete.

Predictable, my ass.

Carth lunged across the space between them, grabbing her by the hand and pulling her to her feet. She collided against his chest, her hands settling against the warm soft fabric of his jacket. Her eyes opened, grey-blue in the light of the ship’s interface. He could see those freckles better and he took the moment to trace them with his lips, kissing the dimple in her cheek when she smiled, and the tip of her nose.

“What are you doing?” She asked, raising an eyebrow as he pulled her even closer, arms wrapped around her waist.

“Didn’t see that coming, did you?” He said as he went for the spot on her neck that always drove her wild.

As soon as his mouth touched her, he could feel her legs go weak and he had to hold her tighter to keep her from falling. When he returned his lips to her mouth, she took his kisses greedily.

“Carth, there is nothing wrong with being predictable.” She murmured against his lips. “My sweet predictable pilot.”

He laughed again, moving away slightly so he could meet her gaze again. “You don’t find it boring?”

Triya’s fingers gently touched his cheek, the expression looking back at him as enticing as the hooded eyes she got when they were tangled in their sheets. Or as beautiful as when she laughed with every bit of herself. Or the appreciation when she watched him cook in the mornings, wearing nothing but his underclothes.

God, he was helplessly in love with her and he didn’t want salvation.

“Nothing about you could ever be boring, Carth. Because I love you with every ounce of who I am.”

Carth couldn’t help the rush of love he felt at her words, at her gaze, at the feel of her warm body pressed along his, her fingers clutching his jacket. He loved this woman in ways he’d never loved anyone.

Resting his head against hers, he whispered his confession into the darkness, letting them touch her lips and her heart in the same way she had his. “I love you, Triya. Since the day we met, you’ve had me on my knees and I will spend every day begging you to love me a little more.”

Triya stared at him, unblinking. Her fingers gripped his jacket tighter before she pulled him to her, her lips on his before he could even breathe. If he lost all ability to breathe at that moment, he wouldn’t even miss it. Not with the woman he loved in his arms.

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inky-evergreen · 5 months

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•The Cat From The Closet• dftm fanfic

Note: This is an ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE. This is not canon this is and AU where Anthony Williams was alive and survived HMF. And also my writing is not really that good :]

And warnings before your read: mentioned smoking, drinking, and slight body horror.

Anthony woke once again. But honestly...he wishes he could never wake up ever again. He wishes that he could just press a button and everything could go back to normal. That his body wasn't a total meaty mess.That he didn't have one of his nerve-wreaking dreams or trippy delusions.And that he, Mark, and Antonio were still friends, best friends.

But alas, when he decided to not work with Mark's idea with the channel that shit went downhill. But as much as Anthony wants to hug his friends once again and possibly help everyone who was affected like they were he has to work for it. And lord he wishes it was easy...

Anthony rubbed his more human eye as he sluggishly rose from the floor. He struggled to even remember what was he even doing before he dozed off.

Was he drawing? daydreaming? Bitting his fingernails till they bled? Who knows! Certainly not Anthony.Well not until his eyes laid on what was in front of him.

On the black floor was a conspiracy-like board with pictures and arrows collectively scattered, trying to figure something out. Well as Anthonys' eyes scanned higher and higher the answer was slowly starting to reveal itself. The arrows were all connecting to a big picture with all capital letters saying "Happy Meat Farms" slapped on it.

"Damn, I'm really losing my grip..." Anthony weakly thought, holding his head as he took in the board. His memory issues seem to be getting worse or maybe he needs to cut down on drinking and smoking.

Speaking of smoking he glanced upon a photo of him, Mark, and Antonio when they were happy and well. Except that the face of Antonio was blacked out due to a cigarette falling upon it.

Anthony's face scrunched up, lightly gripping his hair in the process. Just thinking of the fact that he let the only picture he had left of Antonio get ruined like that made him cringe.

He shook his head trying to forget that awful moment and realized something...As he sat there he felt emptier than before. Like something was missing that filled his heart just a little bit more but he didn't know what. As he scanned around the board his eyes spotted a picture of Mark...then it hit him.

"Where's Mark" blurted Anthony. He turned and looked and searched all around him and still no Mark. Not the real Mark, the sonic plushie that was once the real Mark's, which Anthony named after him. And listen, even if the reason he has it is because of Fake Antonio or what Anthony likes to call him "Faketonio" it was still his. It is the only thing left that still gives Anthony comfort and joy. And if it's gone really then...

"NonononONONONONONO!NO!" Anthony sprinted off the floor, almost on the verge of tears, ready to find where the hell Plushie Mark was.

He rushed into his dusty and small kitchen and looked into the equally dusty and small cabinets and everything in between. His half-empty fridge and even MORE dusty cabinets.

Nothing.

He went for his equally small living room which only consisted of a small TV on top of a cardboard box and a raggedy sofa chair. Even though there was nothing to hide, Anthony still looked anyway.

Nothing.

Anthony looked in his bathroom and even outside his "house".

Still.Nothing.

Anthony dragged his misshapen feet back to where he woke up. Tears in their eyes he dropped to the floor and gripped his hair, using it as an anchor for the world pool of emotions he was experiencing.

How did he lose the only thing left that made him feel less empty? How could he be so fucking careless? All he could do now was just cry and hope that Plushie Mark would just pop up in front of him.

Before he went further and further into despair he suddenly heard... scratching...?

Anthony suddenly looked up, tears dripping off his cheeks and landing on the floor. He still heard it.

Scritch, Scratch, scratch scratch.

And it was coming from...his closet...?

" What the hell..." Anthony murmured, he weakly got up and cautiously walked up to his closet. What could be in his closet? It could be more rats since rats seem to like Anthonys' place, could it be that? Or maybe something bigger...a raccoon?

As Anthony got closer and closer his heart started to race. He had no idea what was inside his godforsaken closet that he barely used but if it was something bad, Anthony was NOT in the mood to fight it.

Anthony was about to open the closet door when suddenly something popped out from the closet. The creature was so fast that Anthony could only grasp a moving grey blob.

Imidiently Anthony sprinted towards the moving blob, following where the hell it was going. The blob dashed and turned all over Anthonys' room seeming to want to find a way out but is unsuccessful. Quickly Anthony grabbed a nearby laundry basket and BAM!

"Caught you now you little shit" Anthony huffed. He went to the level of the basket, expecting to see a rat or a grimy raccoon but when he peered into the basket's holes he saw something completely different...

"What the hell...what a cat like you doing in my closet...?"

The cat was glaring at Anthony with its one green piercing eye, huddled into a corner of the laundry basket. The other eye seems to be stitched up and a wreck. Anthony was right about the now-known cat being grey. Their fur was a mix of fluffy and scruffy and at the moment it was sticking up high and mighty.

"...And what we're doing there..." He got up and walked back towards the closet. One of Anthony's back tentacles slipped out of Anthony's shirt and onto a corner of the laundry basket. Make sure the furball didn't try to escape.

Anthony looked in his closet and found his beloved Plushie Mark. "Mark!" He happily yelled, instantly hugging the toy in the process." I thought I'd...never see you again!". Anthony gave the plushie a big ol smooch and began searching the closet.

He was kinda amazed of at what he saw. There were a bunch of blankets and raggedy, small pillows. The blanket and small pillows weren't his but from the outside. He also noticed that there were also scratch marks on the inside of one of the closet doors. Anthony's only response to all of it was a mustered-up chirp.

He looked back at the cat-contained laundry basket and back at the closet. And back at the laundry basket.

Anthony walked toward the basket now with his pride and joy in his hands. His tentacle is still in a corner of the laundry basket.

Anthony kneeled directly looking at the cat.

"You...were just trying to find a place to call home..."

The cat just stared.

"And hey I know what that's like but that doesn't mean you have to steal this from me" he pointed at Plushie Mark.

The cat just stared.

"I mean I don't blame you for stealing him he's the best but...but still!"

The cat blinked. And then stared.

Anthony also stared. Both of them, Anthony and the cat just stared at each other in silence. Anthony felt the cat's eye stab his insides but also felt distressed and worry in the cat's eyes.

"...I'm gonna get you something..." Anthony got up and left. The cat didn't know where he was going but she kinda didn't care.

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It's been a while since the cat last saw Anthony. She started to wonder where he went...but she still didn't care...well...she started to care a little bit.

I mean she didn't want to stay inside a laundry basket forever. Anthonys' back tentacle was still on the basket so they couldn't get out. Not even if she tried. For a single tentacle, it was surprisingly strong.

She was starting to get tired and hungry, mostly hungry but also still getting tired. But as the cat was about to doze off her nose smelt something...delicious.

"I brought you some cat food and...don't ask why I conveniently have cat food" Anthony was back with a small plate with cat food on top of it. It smelt AMAZING, especially to a hungry feline.

Anthony took his back tentacle off the corner of the laundry basket and lifted it. He slides the cat food in front of the outside of the basket. Planning to intense the cat on coming out from her corner. And with the feline feeling more hungry than ever his plan succeeded.

"Man you sure are hungry" Anthony mewed. As he saw the cat feast away on the cat food he took out a small bottle of alcohol and began to down it.

The cat looked up from the food and onto Anthony giving an expression that if she could talk she'd say "Really?"

After Anthony finished downing half the bottle he glanced at the cat seeing the cat was seemingly judging him."Hey I need my daily shit too" he informed

The cat seemingly just shrugged it off and continued destroying the meat in front of her.

Both the cat and Anthony sat there for a good while. Just him and the cat, the cat and him. The cat was still eating the food. Just munching away. Which was the only thing not making them sit in silence.

Crunch, munch, munch, munch

"Maybe...maybe I can keep it," thought Anthony "Mark likes cats. And Antonio loves ANY animal. Neither of them would care that my soon-to-be pet cat was once a stray." He took a sip of alcohol.

"It would be nice to have another living being in my house...maybe I wouldn't feel that crazy after I talk to a fucking doll. I mean people talk to their animals and it's perfectly normal... I think..." Anthony looked at the cat seemingly no longer eating the cat food.

"Oh, Are you not hungry anymore?" Asked Anthony.

The cat suddenly looked at Anthony. Her green eye pierced through him again. She tilted her head and asked just a simple question.

"Since you gave me food and didn't imminently kick me out...does that mean I can stay?"

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heckinconfusedparade · 1 year

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SCU Disturb the Peace of Sonic X

X Cast Nicknames:

Sonic- Spinner (he always spin dashing)

Tails- Tinker (he started working on Sonics plane without permission)

Knuckles- Guard (do I need to explain?)

Normally when you wake up in the morning, you don’t think about the possibility of meeting an alternate version of yourself.

Apparently that’s what Tails thought of, because his series of decisions lead to him, his brothers, alternate versions of themselves, some gals named Amy and Cream, and some random ass kid named Chris sitting together in a circle talking about life and other stuff.

“Tails said that you two are his brothers, is that true?” Chris is the first to ask a question. Sonic nods “yep I’m a proud middle child to these two. I got adopted by a human couple and they decided that my bro squad will become literal and legal.” Spinner hums “huh never thought there’d be a reality where I have human parents. That’s kinda neat!”

Chris pipes up “so do you like… go to school?” Immediate groans from the 3.

Knuckles sneers “They expect me to know all these equations and barely give me any help. I have to learn everything on my own.. thankfully I made some friends who help me out. I greatly appreciate them.”

Sonic huffs “On the first day, they immediately called mom and dad and declared that I have something wrong with me. I’m no longer in that class.”

Tails sighs “it’s too easy! First grade sucks! I’m surrounded by kids my age, sure, but they can’t tie their shoes, they think potty jokes are peak humour, AND THERES THIS ONE GIRL JANICE WHO FEELS THE NEED TO SHARE WITH ME THAT FOXES GO FAST.”

Everyone in the room chuckles as Tails continues “WOW I, A FOX, DID NOT KNOW THAT! THANK YOU JANICE FOR ALSO INFORMING ME THAT FOXES ARE GREAT PARENTS KNOWING FULL WELL I AM ADOPTED.”

“Thats horrible! She should be ashamed!” Cream says. Tails goes “oh yea she sure felt ashamed when I tattled on her.

Sonic suddenly gets this wide grin. Knuckles and Tails’ eyes widen in panic, knowing what’s about to come.

“I guess you can say-“

“Sonic no” Tails pleads.

“Hedgehog, I suggest you pause this instant.” Knuckles demands.

Their pleas fall on deaf ears.

“I guess you can say you’re a… tattle tails?”

Ba dum cchhh

Spinner instantly starts wheezing like it’s the greatest joke he’s ever heard in his Goddamn life. Chuck also gets a chuckle. Cream giggles! Everyone else? Hoping the portal gun is finished quicker so they can send this guy home.

“I’m gonna change the topic. What are your parents like? Are they nice? What do they do for a living? How did this happen? We need details.” Amy suggests.

“Father is a sheriff and Mother is a veterinarian. Both occupations greatly help the community. They took us all in despite bringing all that trouble with us. I believe they are some of the kindest souls the universe has to offer.” Knuckles thinks very highly of his parents. Sonic and Tails nod in agreement.

Sonic begins “They adopted me first! It’s a super long story, but to make it short, the tragic death of my first guardian Longclaw sent me to live on earth. I think I was like 2??? Almost 3?? Anyway, I was pretty much alone for 10 years because I was scared that someone would hurt me for my power. I watched Mom and Dad all the time. I formed a bond with them without them even knowing I was there. After an incident during solo baseball, I was hunted down by Robotnik. I ended up teaming with Dad, who I called Donut Lord at the time and we went on a road trip to find the rings I dropped in San Fransisco, then we kicked butt, and Dad punched Eggman twice. Then Mom and Dad fell in love with me and gave me a room in their attic. A home. Then one day 9 months later, I’m Home Aloneing it in my house, then Knuckles and Eggman rudely break in, ruin the wall, then as Knux has me pinned against a tree in a chokehold, Miles Tails Prower, king of first introductions, came barreling through the fence in a stolen cop car and hit Knuckles.”

“Wait. Slow down. Other me hit Knuckles with a car?” Tinker is experiencing several emotions, and despite having an extensive vocabulary, can’t give a word to describe one.

“Do not worry, other brother. I was not injured. It was merely a tap.” Knuckles says.

“So we’re just gonna gloss over the fact that Tails committed grand theft auto?” Chuck said, a little concerned.

Tails shrugs “hey, nobody was using it!”

Sonic stutters “that’s still a crime, buddy.”

“Well how was I supposed to know that?”

“Isn’t it common sense to.. not steal?”

“I’m 6, what do I know?”

“Miles, you hotwired a car, and built your own line of high tech weaponry.”

“That’s unimportant.”

The story continues! Sonic briefly explains the events following.

“Mom and Dad invited Knuckles and I to stay with them and Sonic once the house was fixed. I was so nervous.. waiting for the letter to come in the mail that we got adopted. When the letters came, I think Sonic cried more than the rest of us!” Tails giggles, and Sonic brings up his hand in a stop motion “I did NOT cry.”

Knuckles grins “you did. You cried like a little baby hedgehog.” Sonic huffs as everyone either coos or laughs.

“HEY HEY SHUSH. SHUT UP. SHUT UP. I will kill you. And then kill you again.” Sonic points at Knuckles menacingly. Knuckles laughs “Sure, Sonic.”

Guard has one question on his mind “You mentioned going Super but didn’t elaborate on what you did besides the fact you beat Eggman.”

Sonic is suddenly much better “oh yea, after I became god, I summoned the universes greatest chilli dog!”

Guard chokes on air “yOU USED THE MASTER EMERALDS SACRED POWER TO SUMMON A STREET SNACK?!”

“Hey, it isn’t a street snack if it came from the sky, you dingus.” Sonic makes a good point.

When that portal gun is finished, Knuckles picks up Sonic and yeets him home first. Tails hugged everyone before going. Except Spinner and Guard who just gave him head pats. One day he will get a hug. One day.

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic 2 #sonic the hedghog movie #sonic x #miles tails prower #tails the fox #movie tails #sonic #knuckles the echidna #movie sonic #movie knuckles

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oceanera12 · 1 year

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RIP JDF

I... I think I'm just in shock right now.

I'm not sure how many of my followers will care about this but gather around and let me tell you a tale.

The tale of Era's first fandom.

When I was around, maybe nine years old, I was your standard American child who woke up on Saturday mornings and rushed to the television for cartoons. Unlike some kids, I lived off of free cable TV in the form of Jetix and PBS.

I had a list of shows I really enjoyed. Sonic X was my original introduction to the Sonic fandom. Jane and the Dragon got me started on my fantasy kick. And then there was Power Rangers.

Specifically, Power Rangers SPD and Power Rangers Mystic Force.

(Listen, I know that GIF is stupid and it is just as stupid in the show but I love it and will not apologize for it--)

Now, I'm not here to claim that Power Rangers is the most amazing show in the world or even that it is particularly good. But, Power Rangers is the first fandom that I found, lost, then found again and it basically activated my fangirl gene, eventually leading me to where I am today.

It was also my first "fanfiction" of a sort. I never wrote it down, but I would act it out in my room. I pretended to be a purple ranger and kicked butt with all the other rangers, had friends, and even a very convoluted plot. But, I was nine to ten years old at the time so I think it wasn't as bad as it could have been.

Let's jump ahead a few years with the invention of Netflix streaming and the glorious years when every single Power Rangers show and season was available on it. Call me childish, but even as a teenager and even now, I enjoy the Power Rangers franchise.

I will admit that it is mostly nostalgic, not necessarily good storytelling. But I still enjoyed it and like to think that I am quite an expert on the franchise. I've watched pretty much every season (not Overdrive and only a little bit of Turbo because absolutely NOT).

On my reintroduction to the franchise, I ended up randomly picking to watch Dino Thunder. There, was my first official introduction to Tommy Oliver. As to who this character was? I had no idea. But, finding out lead me down the Power Rangers rabbit hole faster than you could blink and he quickly grew to my favorite character to ever come out of the show.

Tommy Oliver is a character played by Jason David Frank and was the original Green and White ranger all the way back in the original Mighty Morphin Power Rangers. He went on to be the Red Ranger for Zeo and the first Red Ranger for Turbo, before turning the title over to the next generation. Jason David Frank returned again as Tommy Oliver for a Red Ranger reunion episode in Wild Force, and then in Dino Thunder as the "mentor/Zordon" character and as the Black Ranger. He returned multiple times since for reunion and milestone episodes, was a constant presence at comic cons, helped develop, and even voiced/acted for his counterpart character in the Power Rangers Boom! comics (Lord Drakkon, aka Evil Tommy), and even got a spin-off comic that I own ("Soul of the Dragon").

Jason David Frank was basically the heart and soul of a very chaotic fandom that many actors, staff, crew, writers, and even fans like to duck and hide away from. But, I respected him so much for taking what he was given in life and running with it. You could see it in every appearance, just how much fun he had talking to fans and being involved with the franchise. He was always just... there.

This is why I think I'm in complete shock to have learned today that Jason David Frank recently passed away at age 49.

I just want to express my gratitude and joy for Jason David Frank as basically being... well, my guide into this franchise.

It's not great. It's not going to win any awards. And it certainly is not a show I recommend to anyone over the age of eleven. But it was my introduction to fandoms and through my experiences, with Power Rangers, I went on to look up and learn about Sonic the Hedgehog, Star Wars, Avengers, Legend of Zelda, I could go on and on.

So... thank you, JDF. Thanks for the morphing times, the Zord fights, the romances, the teams, and the memories.

Once a Ranger, Always a Ranger.

RIP Jason David Frank, May the Power Protect You Forever and Always

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a-bunch-of-scourge-aus · 2 years

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Just found this blog and 1) i love it 2) what are all your aus about? I saw you have them listed in your pinned post and im curious to the premise behind each one

Oh boy I am so glad you asked!

I pared back some of the AUs cause I refined them over time but the ones I'm still holding onto are Dad au, Cookie Crumbles, Trek au and of course Uncle au. Details under the cut cause it got long.

Dad au has gone through the most revisions but right now it is Scourge is doing his war lord/villain thing on Moebius, occasionally butting heads with Sonic (Modern). When Scourge finds out one of his hookups resulted in a kid he initially took the kid in as an "heir" to better establish himself and a "dynasty" in his world. Although not much time passes before this Scourge comes to care for his son (named Roen which means "Son of the King"- Scourge is a cheesy guy at heart) and part of the push and pull of being a warlord means that his enemies will target his son. Scourge decides he is over that and does a final large heist on his Sonic's world and disappears with the spoils. Spoils which Scourge used to pay off his enemies and pay Rouge the Bat for her help and connections hiding him and his son away on Mobius, Sonic's world. So the au is a villain in retirement trying to live under the radar and raise his kid who inherited all of his powers and aspires to be a hero like Sonic.

Note: In this au very few people know Roen is Scourge's son/ that Scourge has a son at all. Its rumored there was an illegitimate child but people belief it is just rumor or the kid died if there was one. As far as anyone knows, Scourge pulled off a huge caper and disappeared to the pages of history.

Cookie Crumbles au is about a Scourge who Wachowski and Uncle encountered that took advantage of Wachowski's good nature and almost got him hurt really bad. Uncle was livid and beat him within an inch of his life and frankly this Scourge's (who will be lovingly dubbed Greenie later in the au) life only went down hill from this point on. Greenie is in and out of prison, had no success with his criminal career, and for some reason slowly looses his speed. Near the end of his down fall as he is getting close to scraping rock bottom, he eats a cookie at a shop that is one of the best cookie's he'd ever tasted, but when he returns to the shop again its closed. Greenie has been a terror to everyone he knew, has no speed or power to back up his nasty attitude, and believes he chased off any case worker who would be obligated to help in. In a bout of depression he attempts to recreate the cookie and teaches himself to bake. His current case worker (a kind little chick-a-dee) hasn't given up on him but its not until he runs out of money and is in the deepest of his depression that he takes her help. And when she realizes he not only has a skill she can use to find him a job but he is really good at baking, she hooks him up with a bakery run by two lesbians' who are willing to take him in. Greenie in this au learns to bake, helps the bakery, and eventually starts to make connections with other people. His villainous drive gets turned to baking and soon to being the best baker on the planet.

Note: this au does discuss some tougher topics such as Greenie is a recovering addict, has very severe depression and a traumatic past, but its an au focused on healing and making amends where possible and finally recreating that perfect cookie he ate years ago.

Trek Au is another Dad au, one of the older ones but I made a more movie inspired Scourge design. In this world there is a cosmic being called Solaris that is destroying their universe. Most of the universe's population has moved to a space faring species that lives in ships, or other space towns/cities, that are trying to out run the wave of power erupting from Solaris called the genesis wave. Due to the level of threat Solaris has become the No Zone and Zone cops have forcibly occupied his dimension seeking the heroes to defeat Solaris and prevent this cosmic horror from escaping and destroying the multiverse. The Zone Cops and Warden Zobotnik run this universe like a prison/police state and serve as a primary antagonist. They created Scourge by finding who is counterpart in this universe was (just a normal kid) and preemptively detaining him and branding him a destined to be criminal. Scourge was terrorized in prisons and when he got out returned to a home that was cold to him. He left his old name behind and decided that "if they want me to be a Scourge they are going to get one". This Scourge ends up joining a group of mercenaries who are run by Fiona the Fox's father. Fiona's father names Scourge as his heir and when he dies Scourge and Fiona terrorize the universe and the Zone cops (lots of drama there I'll get into later) but Scourge ends up growing tired to conquering and seeks to build a community, especially after adopting a young orphaned hedgehog he calls Sonic and a twin tailed fox he calls Tails. Fiona's thirst for power is still strong so she disposes of him and his kids and Scourge manages to escape with the children and a resistance fighter, Vanja, his people had captured weeks earlier. Before this gets any longer, He and Vanja fall in love and conceive Silver, and proceed to adopt Blaze, Rouge, and Shadow as well over the course of the au. This au is about building a community in a world run by people who do everything in their power to isolate and break apart communities, and the struggle between fighting the big fight or just taking care of your own.

Note: This one probably has the most complex world building cause the communities are made of space ships that can combine to each other to form a larger ship. When enough combine together they can form these massive space cities. Its just that in the past people have tried to drive the Zone Cops out and free themselves of their oppressive rule and failed. Now you need a permit to allow more than a certain amount of people to travel together otherwise its called "Unlawful Assembly". Scourge doesn't want to engage Zone Cops anymore and believes there is not much they can do but survive. Vanja may love her family but her drive always tells her to rejoin the rebellion cause she feels it will work. Neither Scourge nor Vanja know that the exact heroes the Zone Cops occupied their universe to find are their own children. The Zone Cops didn't know Scourge had the children until Scourge adopted one of their secret agents.

#cookie crumbles au #trek au #dad au #uncle scourge au #sonic the hedgehog #sonic wachowski #scourge the hedgehog #au ask #im always down for more questions #im an open book honestly #but i just might be slow to respond

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ofpineapplesanddawns · 2 years

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Alrighty, here’s, maybe, a follow-up to the Castor/Doctor one-shot, with added House/Doctor.

Warning: House is an ass, but this is always to be expected with him

On with the fic!

“So.” House said, his face pulled back in a tight, forced smile, as if he was holding back some sort of rage. “This is what you’ve been up to lately.”

“Who the hell let you in?” Castor asked, sounding less like he was angry, and more like he was annoyed, as if he found a speck of dust in his just-cleaned house.

The Doctor, meanwhile, was still pressed up against a wall, feeling warm and overwhelmed, along with utter embarrassment because he really, really had not expected to end up in this situation. His lips also felt a bit swollen from having just been snogged like there was no tomorrow.

He had only come to visit Castor to learn more about the inner programming of this world, along with seeing if he could help with sorting out any issues. But while they had been looking over schematics, the Doctor had suddenly been shoved against the nearest wall, with the flamboyant host of the club kissing him like his life depended on it.

And... well... the Doctor hadn’t exactly stopped him, even though he knew better.

Especially considering that he had left House’s hologram pin behind in the real world and it was only a matter of time before the creature infested the programming...

House, who seemed to be wearing a suit similar to the Doctor’s own to match the world (with dark green lights instead of the sonic blue like the Doctor’s own), stormed over to Castor and yanked him away from the Doctor. “I think it would be wise if you kept yourself away from my Time Lord.”

“Your Time Lord?” Castor asked, clearly not frightened by House, his lips curling up in a cat-like grin. “I don’t really know about that, love. I think he seemed to be in my possession just seconds ago. And between you and me, I think he rather liked it.”

This seemed to irk House as he shoved Castor down on his desk, knocking things aside. Castor looked stunned for a moment, before he chuckled, licking his lips. “Oh, I do ever so love it when they get rough with me.”

House, for his part, seemed a bit startled by the lack of fear, and the clear flirting coming from the program. Still, that didn’t stop him from glowering, his black and green eyes glowing. “Who the hell do you think you are? He’s mine!”

“Ah? And does he think that as well?” Castor asked, still lying on the desk.

The Doctor looked between the two of them, holding his hands up. “H-hold up, time out!” He made a T with his hands, like someone would do with children. “What are you guys going on about!? I don’t belong to anyone!”

“Then tell that to our well-dressed friend here, darling.” Castor replied, sitting up now, clearly amused by what was happening. Did he really not see House as a threat? Did he really have no idea how dangerous House could be to a computer system?

Either Castor did and was faking the casual bravado, or he was just that clueless.

House snarled, looking ready to strike Castor with the disc he pulled from his back, but the Doctor grabbed his arm. “No, no! Don’t you dare shatter him! I need him!”

Green eyes turned to look at the Doctor, and it made the Time Lord wince, seeing the look of hurt on his face. “Look, he’s one of the only people here who knows how this world works, and he seems to have immense knowledge of the programming here. Castor had even told me that it is possible to leave with a real body.”

This seemed to catch House’s attention, then he turned to look at Castor, who looked a bit bored now. House frowned, looking back at the Doctor. “I can just break into the files, find it out for myself, I could finally get my body-”

“Ah, yeah, no, not happening.” Castor said, resting his chin on his hand, sitting cross-legged on the desk.

“With how tight the systems are here due to a whole number of factors, not even you, who is clearly not like a user or like the Doctor, could get that far, let alone past the firewalls. This place is locked up tight and only a rare few know the inner workings. And that includes moi.” He winked, and the Doctor saw House bristle.

“So, if you want this... body, you seem to desire...” Castor said slowly, clearly egging House on, his pale eyes shining with mirth and mischief. “You’re going to have to be nice to me, love.”

#john's drabbles #good omens extended universe #castor x tenth doctor #house (doctor who) x 10th doctor

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dreamcastsystemm · 2 years

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oh wow uh, hi lol, this is our collective blog! im gonna be honest i dont know what the hell to put here, so im just gonna list all current members and a short description of us, individual intros will be done when each member fronts, and a tag [alter (name)(emoji)] will be added in the tags to help show better who posted what and have our own unique tags that exist only on this blog. anyway uh yeah, members.

⚠️Spamton - the host. probably wont use this account much, would rather keep his identity a secret in case people he knows irl finds this then wed all be put in actually a lot of danger. an irl of spamton and sonic, chill but also very in your face, sonic is his special interest.

🕷Vriska - the first alter (unless host counts? idk), although went dormant for a few years due to a bunch of shit really. really misses her friends, not as horrible of a person as your likely assuming, likes for tone tags to be used for her but hardly uses them herself.

📺Mike - always busy, a protector. hes really nice, very chill, hardly ever fronts. id say from what we know, pretty different from source (deltarune). sorry im not sure what else to put here other than hes really nice and helps us out (especially waking us up when we need to for some reason lol).

🌙Genesis - sorta newly formed, an alien lady. to be honest i dont know much about her, or why she even formed but she did and shes alright. shes really pretty and id say a bit energenic? otherwise honestly pretty mysterious.

☁️Sora - our LITERAL guardian angel. its an angel and a comforter, helps us out, like a parent figure but also a friend. its very calm and speaks very clearly, only fronts really when nobody else is available and its needed, just very sweet.

🎪Jevil - actually formed not very long ago. i dont really know much on him, but he seems cool, chaotic as expected haha, but nice.

❌X - THE CARETAKER, AN IMMORTAL BEING.

🥀aradia - i d0n’t really kn0w why i’m here, but hell0.

🫧Feferi - )(i!! It’s so nice to meet everyone )(ere, sorry I don’t know w)(at to put down here at the moment, i’m a bit too excited )(e)(e.

💔 - Hellooo, you may know me from Secret History of Sonic and Tails, because i’m Tails! I’m an angerholder, and very excited to meet you all.

sorry these arnt great, i just cant really think of much to add that wouldnt be included in the intros lol. also if your wondering whos writing this… youll never know lol.

Edit from October 20, 2023 - Simon (formerly known as Spamton)

Good lord so much has changed. CHRIST.

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izuagony · 1 year

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An Eggie Love Story

Pair - Dr. Eggman x Agent Stone

Media - Sonic the Hedgehog (Films)

Type - Fluff / Joke

Note - absolutely nothing here is serious. it’s an inside joke. (that i got too into.)

Dr. Eggman and Agent Stone were constantly together. I mean, Agent Stone worked for Dr. Eggman! In fact, he was his number one employee. Dr. Eggman is tough and cold. He shows no emotion, and is full of pride. Agent Stone is sensitive, but hard working, and he loves his boss. Agent Stone daydreams of Dr. Eggman everyday. He strives for his love. He wishes for his touch.

Dr. Eggman doesn’t like to show his love for Agent Stone. He keeps it low in his heart. He will always deny his love for Agent Stone.

But we know it’s there.

Agent Stone is doing his usual work today. Making sure everything goes well. Dr. Eggman is doing similar. He’s creating new machinery to capture Sonic’s power.

“You’re doing a wonderful job, sir.” Agent Stone says suddenly.

“You do not speak until ordered to do so.” Dr. Eggman replies, sounding extremely irritated.

“What is wrong, babe?” Agent Stone questions.

“I have told you not once, not twice, but twelve times to not refer to me intimately during work hours! My employees will not find out about our- our, our issue..” Dr. Eggman says.

Agent Stone looks down at his hands. Tears welling in his eyes.

“Why not? Why not Eggie? Why can’t people know about us? Do you not love me!?” Agent Stone exclaims, while the aforementioned tears flow down his cheeks.

“Agent Stone! You-“ Dr. Eggman stops talking suddenly.

“Stoney, you know why.” He says quietly.

“If anyone finds out, I’ll- I’ll lose my reputation. People won’t take me seriously. People will think I’m a joke. People will view me worse of a villain than I already am.”

“Eggie. I love you, and I know you love me, but, I just wish you were more expressive.” Agent Stone says, while calming himself down.

“Stoney, I promise I will be more expressive when we’re alone. But whenever we are in public, or at work, we act like boss and employee. Not boyfriends.” Dr. Eggman says.

“Okay, that’s works.” Agent Stone says with a small smile.

Agent Stone and Dr. Eggman continue their work. Once they finish for the day, they go back to their apartment. It’s small, but sustainable. They have a pet cat, named Tim. He’s a lovely brown tabby.

“Hello, Tim Tim!” Agent Stone says, in a very happy tone.

“You love Tim, huh.” Dr. Eggman says, while petting the cat.

“Of course!” Agent Stone exclaims,

“C’mon Stone, let’s cuddle and watch T.V on the couch.”

“Okay!!”

Agent Stone is full of joy. He finally gets to have some time with Dr. Eggman.

“My lord, what has Sonic done now!?” Dr. Eggman says, in a very angry tone.

“Calm down Eggie, it’s okay, you’ll get him one day. I promise. I’ll even help you.” Agent Stone says, while rubbing small circles in Dr. Eggman’s hands.

“You will never, ever, help me in the work place. Remember?” Dr. Eggman says, in a strict manner.”

“Yes, sir-“ Agent Stone’s speech is cut off by Dr. Eggman’s lips.

“Oh, my- you- you kissed me!” Agent Stone exclaims, with bright and wide eyes.

“I know, I kissed you.”

“How about you go and make dinner? Make something..savory.” Dr Eggman says.

“Yes! Yes, I will!” Agent Stone is full of joy, and skips his way to the little kitchen.

Agent Stone chops away at the vegetables, quickly, because he’s so eager to eat dinner with his boyfriend.

Agent Stone is struck with sudden pain.

“Ow!! Aaa!” Agent Stone screams.

“Stoney!? What happened!?” Dr. Eggman jumps up from the couch and runs to Agent Stone.

“It’s okay..I just cut myself a little.” Agent Stone shows him his cut finger.

“Ouch, it looks painful, but it looks okay.” Dr. Eggman sighs in relief.

Agent Stone goes back to cooking dinner, while his loving boyfriend holds his waist and follows him around the kitchen. It’s not long until dinner’s ready and they’re sitting at the dining table, eating.

It pretty silent, besides soft murmurs and chewing noises. Until Agent Stone speaks.

“Eggie?”

“Yes, Stoney?” Dr. Eggman says whilst smiling.

“Eggie, can we- we- add to our family?”

Dr. Eggman stops chewing, and swallows his food abruptly.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, um.” Agent Stone looks down at his food, he suddenly feels like needs to hurl. He’s having second thoughts, he starting to think he shouldn’t have asked this right now.

“It’s okay Stoney, I don’t care what you say, I won’t be mad. The worst I will say is no.” Dr. Eggman smiles warmly.

“Eggie. Can we, have a baby?” Agent Stone starts to tear up, when he sees Dr. Eggman’s eyes widen.

“Stoney- I- you- a baby?”

“Yes, I mean, it’s okay if you don’t want to.” Agent Stone sucks his tears in, not letting Dr. Eggman see him cry.

“Stoney.”

Agent Stone looks up, and makes loving eye contact with Dr. Eggman.

“We can have a baby, I would love to have a baby with you.”

Agent Stone lights up. He jumps up out of his chair and runs straight to Dr. Eggman, who is at the other end of the table.

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” Agent. Stone exclaims.

“It’s no problem, Stoney.”

“But there’s one thing.” Dr. Eggman pulls Agent Stone away from his chest.

“Yes, Eggie?” Agent Stone says while his smile fades.

“We have to capture Sonic first.”

#sonic adventure 2 #sonic fanfiction #dr eggman

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theorphaninthetardis · 2 years

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Chapter Four

They run up the stairs to the roof, Jack reaching the top first, holding the door open for the others. As they step out, Lazarus and Tish step closer to one another. "I find that nothing's ever exactly like you expect," Lazarus states, "There's always something to surprise you. Between the idea and the reality, between the motion and the act-"

"Falls the Shadow," the Doctor interrupts.

The professor turns, seeing the group all gathered near the stairs, "So the mysterious Doctor knows his Eliot. I'm impressed."

Tish turns around glaring at her sister, "Martha, what are you doing here?" she hisses.

"Tish, get away from him," Martha urges.

Sophie's mind wanders again, watching Martha try to keep her sister safe, it reminds her of Morgan, and thoughts are drawn once again to the image of her friend's body. She only snaps out of her thoughts when Jack wraps an arm around her waist, in a very protective manner. Sophie realises that the Doctor's eyes are focused on her, "Some people live more in twenty years than others do in eighty. It's not the time that matters, it's the person."

She smiles at him, knowing he is speaking of Morgan. She forces herself to focus on the task at hand. Lazarus and the Doctor keep swapping words, while Martha urges her sister to leave Lazarus. The Professor begins to spasm, and Sophie turns around almost immediately, Jack right beside her. The Doctor, Martha, and Tish follow right behind them. As soon as they leave the roof, the Gallifreyan sonics the door to the roof shut, before sprinting across to the lifts. Martha turns to her sister once she's sure that they're safe, "Are you okay?"

Tish looks lost, "I was going to snog him."

Jack smiles over at her, keeping his arm wrapped tight around Sophie's waist. "Are you sure you're okay?" he asks in a quiet voice. She doesn't get the chance to respond, as the lights begin to flicker, a tannoy responding from the ceiling. The lights flicker off fully, the doors slamming closed all around them.

Jack looks around, "What's going on?" he asks, looking at Tish.

She seems to consider it for a moment, "An intrusion. It triggers a security lockdown. Kills most of the power. Stops the lifts, seals the exits."

"He must be breaking through that door," the Doctor shouts, gesturing at the door that he just sealed. Turning around he grabs Tish and Martha's hands, "The stairs, come on!"

Jack grabs Sophie's hand, racing after the Time Lord. "Glad I changed my shoes," she murmurs.

The Captain chuckles, tearing down the staircase. A crash resounds from above them, and Martha glances behind her, "He's inside!"

"We haven't got much time!" the Doctor shouts.

They continue down the stairs at record speed, the Doctor shouting orders. "When we get down there, Jack, I want you to focus on getting the civilians out. Martha, Soph, help him."

"Hang on, Doctor," Jack argues, "I can help you against Lazarus. I have more stamina than the normal human."

"If he takes your life force, imagine the destruction that could cause."

"Fair point. Okay, I'll help get the people out then, but promise me you'll be careful."

The Time Lord nods, whilst bursting out into the reception hall. Turning around, he shouts, "Tish, is there another way out of here?"

"There's an exit in the corner, but it'll be locked now."

The Doctor grabs his sonic screwdriver, tossing it to Martha, "Setting fifty four. Hurry."

Jack rushes over to the stage, "Okay, listen up," he shouts, then whistles to get everyone's attention, "You are all in serious danger! You need to leave right now!"

A woman in the crowd scoffs, "Don't be ridiculous. The biggest danger here is choking on an olive."

At that moment the giant mutant Lazarus comes bursting through the wall, standing on the balcony. Everyone immediately turns their heads, many of the people screaming. The creature jumps down, crushing a table. People all around start to panic, running around. Sophie follows the Doctor, while Jack works on getting people out of the way.

Martha and Tish are unlocking the doors, and the mutant Lazarus focuses in on a woman. She stands beneath him frozen in shock. He unhooked his jaw, and brings his tail up, the second mouth appearing. The Doctor's eyes widen, and he shouts at Lazarus to leave the woman alone. The creature ignores him, letting the women's dessicated corpse fall to the ground, an unsettling noise resounding through the room. The screaming intensifies, as people frantically run at the now open door. Jack is standing right beside them, ushering the people out.

Francine runs across the room, where Leo lays on the floor, his eyes a bit shaded. Lazarus turns his attention to the mother and son.

The Doctor turns to race over to Lazarus to find Sophie standing beside him, he glares at her, but shouts at the creature, "Lazarus! Leave them alone."

Lazarus turns around from the mother and son, facing the Doctor. Martha immediately rushes to her family, while the Time Lord faces down Lazarus, Sophie at his side. "What's the point? You can't control it. The mutation's too strong. Killing those people won't help you. You're a fool. A vain old man who thought he could defy nature. Only Nature got her own back, didn't she? You're a joke, Lazarus! A footnote in the history of failure!"

He turns, grabbing Sophie's hand and racing down a corridor.

*Jack*

Jack continues to usher people out of the reception room, the Jones family racing over. He watches Lazarus chase the Doctor and Sophie around the corner. Tish watches it happen as well, and turns to Martha, "What's the Doctor doing?"

"He's buying us time so we can get ourselves, and everyone else out. So can we go, please?" the Captain says.

Martha looks her brother over, rushing over to a nearby table, grabbing some ice and putting it inside of a napkin, "He's got a concussion. Mum, you'll need to help him downstairs. This'll keep the swelling down." Jack ushers them all out, slamming the doors closed behind them.

#Doctor Who #Doctor Who fanfiction

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ratralsis · 2 years

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Don’t apologize for your story (pt. 2/2)

Okay.

So. Some more words on this topic from yesterday.

One thing that I struggle with a lot in my writing is the constant fear that what I've written is too silly, or too overwrought, or maybe just plain not good enough to share it with the world. So far, though, most people are pretty cool about it when they actually take the time to read something that I've written, even if they have criticisms of it.

I try hard to keep my "short stories" short, even when I find myself thinking that they could use some additional room to breathe. There's a benefit to getting in, making a point, and getting out quickly, to be sure, but there's also a benefit to taking the time to expand on thoughts or ideas that are important to a story, too. It's something that I struggle with a lot: it's a hard balance!

But I'm also tired of trying to be defensive about how I write. I think it's okay to just have a big goofy scene with a lot of emotions and not explain it. Just have it there. It's fine. You don't need to explain stuff.

I promised another Kirby example, so here it is. It's also the ending to a Kirby game. Specifically, the latest (at time of writing) Kirby game, Kirby and the Forgotten Land.

You defeat the last boss of the main story by having Kirby wrap himself around a semi truck and ram it into the boss, a giant melting monster who is trying to slam two planets together, one of which Kirby is from and the other of which Kirby is currently on. This defeats the boss.

This is, bluntly, stupid as hell. But it works, because there's no wink or nod or anything, really. It just happens. The boss is floating in the sky, making it clear that he's going to kill you and everyone on two different planets if you don't stop him. So you stop him. It's that simple.

That simplicity helps to sell the scale of the story: this is, in fact, a very cool moment. Most video games are power fantasies, and Kirby games are no exception. Kirby is small and weak-looking, but through careful dodging and using his abilities, Kirby defeats enemies who seem like they should be much stronger than he is.

This is true of a lot of video games. Mario vs. Bowser. Link vs. Ganon. Mega Man vs. Dr. Wily. Sonic vs. Dr. Robotnik. A small character controlled by a skilled player defeats a big enemy. It feels good. And it must never, ever be ruined by pointing out that it's silly, because then it would be.

Kirby looks like a pink puffball, but he's really the pink demon. Other characters who know Kirby know that he's the strongest thing there is. This isn't even an exaggeration; there's literally no creature in the universe who can defeat Kirby. Multiple games have Kirby go up against something that can exercise power on a cosmic scale: Marx in Super Star, for example, uses a wish to have the power to conquer Pop Star, the planet where he and Kirby live. He's meant to be the strongest thing in the world, and Kirby still beats him.

I still think that Kirby Star Allies is probably the highest the stakes ever get: Kirby is fighting a literal Dark Lord of Despair, a god of destruction that has the power to destroy everything in the universe. Kirby does have the power of the Friend Hearts to make friends and summon powers that he doesn't typically have, making him stronger than usual, though. So you could make the case that Kirby isn't only using his own strength to defeat Void Termina.

In fact, there are few instances when Kirby is using "only" his own power to defeat a final boss. Marx is one such example.

Another is King Dedede, in the very first Kirby game on GameBoy. In that game, you fight King Dedede in a wrestling ring, and have to suck up the stars that fly off of the mat when King Dedede strikes it with either his wooden hammer or his body.

Kirby and King Dedede become allies, if not friends, in later games. In Kirby and the Forgotten Land, King Dedede is brainwashed by the villains of the game, donning a mask that looks like a wild boar and charging at Kirby with everything he has.

This is the song that plays during that fight. This is the song that plays when the fat penguin in a furry robe and a crown tries to beat you to death with a hammer. You have to stop him. You have to put him down. If you don't, he will kill you.

It's an incredible moment, and, after you stop King Dedede, he sacrifices his own personal safety for the sake of a random Waddle Dee, throwing the little creature into a closing elevator and facing off against a horde of foes by himself.

It is not a joke. It is not played for laughs. It is all very stupid, and it works.

I know I'm talking a lot about Kirby, here, but it's because it's so fucking easy.

I don't want to give a lot of counterexamples. I feel like it's a bit mean to do that. Here's one, though: I recently watched Thor: Love and Thunder. It has a few good moments. A few really strong, serious moments. A point towards the end when Thor, having been defeated by the bad guy, turns his back and says that he would rather spend his remaining time with someone he loves than waste it on someone who's beaten him. That's a powerful moment, and I won't pretend otherwise.

It's ruined when, a few moments later, Thor's rock friend feels the need to narrate in a silly voice that the character who sacrificed their life to save the universe taught everyone what it meant to be "worthy," and that's why they made a statue of that character, I guess.

Coulda just shown the statue without any narration! We woulda FIGURED THAT SHIT OUT ON OUR OWN. Could had the whole goddamn montage that gets narrated over without any narration, and we'd have understood every single fucking scene shown based on context and what we knew about the characters.

But then it wouldn't be FUNNY! And, as we all know, epic stories about the fate of the universe and battles between literal gods who used to be worshiped in the real word and random dudes who found cool swords HAVE TO BE FUNNY. If we can't laugh at the end, we might have to actually sit with our feelings, and who the fuck wants to do that?

I'm trying to rewrite the story I wrote last year about a samurai living on borrowed time and how he raises his daughter to be a killer like him. But he does it by accident. That's a big theme of the story. He doesn't want her to be a killer, necessarily, but it sort of works out that way.

The story ends with him crying in front of her. It's the first time she's ever seen him cry. He gives her a hug and tells her that he knows they'll meet again. It's an emotional moment.

It's also very stupid. I can't pull any punches with that moment, though. I can't let an ounce of humor into it. I can't wink at the audience and say "Yeah, it's kind of silly, right? There's no way he can know that. He's literally going to go die immediately after this."

That's the ticking clock, you see. From before his daughter is born, he knows that he will die once he's done teaching her how to use his sword. He's died before. The gods allowed him to return to life to finish his unfinished business, which, at the time of his death, meant saving the world from a demonic invasion with the help of several others who are mentioned in the story but do not appear.

Once that invasion was over, he made a deal with the gods. He was betrothed to a woman of status in another land. He needed to provide for her an heir, and to pass down his ancestral sword to that heir. The gods didn't like that deal, but they agreed to it. He had to get to work. He got married and sired a daughter as quickly as humanly possible. He founded a dojo where he could teach the way of the sword to others, because he had no experience teaching, and he needed some.

Five years and nine months after making his deal with the gods, his daughter turned five, and he told her that he was going to teach her how to use a sword, so that she could eventually use his sword, and that then he would die. That was the deal. That was always the deal.

He was alright with that. He'd gotten a reprieve from Hell. He'd been to Hell before. He lived a violent life before his first death. Nothing he did after that death would change this fate. He would go to an afterlife that was an eternal battlefield, a chaotic mess of violence where everyone is constantly killed and revived, until they're brought back into the great karmic wheel and given another shot at life.

He wouldn't waste his time. If he did, the gods would see that he wasn't fulfilling his end of the bargain, and he'd simply die sooner.

But just as he'd never been a teacher before, he'd never been a dad before, either. He made mistakes. He learned things. He was only thirty years old when his daughter's fifth birthday rolled around, after all. That's young enough to still have a lot of things you don't know.

During that first conversation, his five-year-old daughter accuses him of being untrustworthy, and a liar, because he tells her that he is absolutely going to lie and be untrustworthy regarding her training. It's okay to tell her mom that he's training her. It's probably best not to give her all the details. It's probably best not to tell other kids about it.

So how can she trust him? Well, he can't swear on his family name, because he gave that up when he got married. He can't swear on his life, because he's already lost that before. He can't swear on his honor, because he doesn't have any. So he swears on the only thing he's got that means anything to him anymore: his sword. He swears on his sword that he'll never lie to his daughter, even by omission, and that he'll truthfully answer any question of hers, though there may be some that he tells her he doesn't want to answer.

She accepts that. She is five.

She asks him hard questions. He tells her hard truths. He disillusions her. Makes her cynical. Paranoid. Tough. He isn't sure he's happy about that. But he isn't there to be a good father. He's there to teach her his sword techniques. The rest is just stuff that happens along the way.

She asks him if he loves her. Loves his wife. He says he doesn't know. It is the truth. He doesn't know what love is. He's not a philosopher or a poet. He's a warrior who happens to have a wife and a daughter now. She doesn't like that answer. He doesn't like it, either.

At the end of the story, they have a final conversation, which ends with him crying and hugging her goodbye one last time. It is the first time she's ever seen him cry. He tells her that he knows they'll meet again, and she knows that he's telling the truth: he does know it. Whether they really do or not is, of course, another story.

He can never tell her that he loves her, but he does. He loves his daughter, for all her faults. Ones that he passed down from himself to her, and ones that are all her own.

I can't play any of that for a joke. I can't apologize for it. It has to be as raw and as real as I can write it, and I don't know if I can.

It's easy to make something light-hearted. To twist a moment like that into a joke.

I do it in my novel, the one I'm going to start working on again next month. There was a long break, almost four months, between finishing the first draft and starting the second, but classes are starting in September, and I'm going to have to get back to it.

In that story, the main character, who I'm thinking of renaming to William so that he doesn't have such a modern-sounding name as "Kevin," tells Katia, the massive orc woman covered in battle scars, that he loves her. He tells her this because he is worried for her safety. He doesn't want her to get killed, but he knows that the path she's on is going to lead to her death.

The trouble, of course, is that she knows it, too, and has accepted that. She can't get off of that path. So when William makes his confession, and he puts his arms around her, and rests his head on her collarbone (because that's how much taller than him she is), she tells him that they should get married.

That's the joke. The moment that deflates the mood. It's a gut punch. You, as the reader, are meant to react the way that William does, which is surprise.

She's loved William, too, for a while, by then. But she knows that she'll die soon, doing what she's doing. Her reasoning, then, is that they should enjoy the time that they have together, as husband and wife, and have no regrets about wasting it.

That's not what William wanted. He wanted her to give up her life for him. But he does still love her, so he says only, "I'll go buy some rings."

Ha, ha. It's funny, and it's sad.

I don't know if it works. I don't know if I can rewrite it to make it less light-hearted. It's meant to be a gut punch when William shouts at Katia that he loves her. They're having a heated argument. It looks like things are about to get violent, and it stops cold when he tells her how he really feels. There's a minute or two of quiet, as she can't react, she's stunned into silence, she has to process what he's told her. Has to think of how to proceed.

Her decision is the second gut punch. It's not what William wanted, but he's going to go along with it, because he loves her and she loves him and he doesn't know what else to do. He feels powerless. He's swept up in her wake.

Is it an apology? It is me being defensive? Is it a wink and a nod at the reader, a little joke, a moment of me saying "Yeah, I know, it's all kind of silly, right?"

Maybe. I hope not. The fact of the matter is, I'm writing a novel where a guy marries an orc woman, and I want to try like hell to get the reader on board with that idea. She's big and she's strong and she's dirty and sweaty from the road and she only knows how to be a good soldier, and he loves her like he's never loved anyone in his life. I need the reader to love her, too, or else it all falls apart.

I need the reader to love my samurai and his daughter, too. I need them to love both of them, or else the final scene means nothing.

I can't ask you to love my characters and also to laugh at them. It doesn't work. I'm not that kind of writer.

Well.

If you read this far, thanks. Let me know. That would make me feel a lot better about writing all of this. It took a lot of time.

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shirubae · 2 years

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Silvaze ‘06: Part 2 - Separation Anxiety

Previously: A look at Silver and Blaze’s gameplay in Crisis City.

Having agreed to follow Mephiles' plan to kill the Iblis Trigger, Silver and Blaze arrive in the past! However, they are separated. Mephiles did this intentionally, so as to leave Silver unchained and keep Blaze from potentially complicating his mission. Their reactions are quite different:

Silver's Arrival

When Silver finds himself in the past, he is frantic. He immediately runs around, calling out for Blaze, and mourns the separation.

But he is also totally amazed by Soleanna Forest - this is the first time he’s ever seen such abundant life. The camera lingers on a tree for an awkwardly long time. Silver is inspired to preserve this life by following his new mission, sprinting away at full speed.

The next stage is the lush Tropical Jungle, where Silver seeks leads on the Iblis Trigger. It’s a peaceful yet complex area where Silver must cooperate with giant turtles, lilypads, and hanging vines. Its ruins are ancient stone rather than modern concrete, surrounded by a lake of water rather than lava. This is where Silver comes to truly appreciate nature.

This nature propels Silver, as he has never actually seen the "good" future he's fighting for - it doesn’t yet exist. What would a future without Iblis even be like? This unknowable goal makes Silver's pursuit even more nebulous and, dare I say, unhinged. But the hope of a greener future is something that gives his dream weight and feasibility.

Blaze’s Arrival

Meanwhile, Blaze patiently explores Wave Ocean. She too is impressed by the past, but doesn’t freak out. Her mind stays on Silver, concerned with his place in Mephiles' prophecy.

From what I understand, Blaze uses the word ("暴走", bōsō) in Japanese; this means to run wild, almost like going berserk. She reasons she shouldn’t let him “run wild on his own”. In the English translation she says Silver's “pretty insecure when he’s alone”, but I say he literally lacks security when he’s alone. He is a loose cannon, dangerous both to himself and others. She doesn't want him to do anything too reckless.

Blaze reflects on the “blue/naive” (青い) wordplay again, walking to find Silver. Her stage is a short portion of Wave Ocean, featuring a laidback guitar and peppy percussion soundtrack. Its layout is much more linear than the maze-like Tropical Jungle.

The most crucial difference between the two is that Silver replaces the stability of Blaze's emotional support with the simplicity of Mephiles’ assignment. Blaze, on the other hand, keeps Silver in mind and seeks him first and foremost.

Meeting Amy

Silver locates the Iblis Trigger, Sonic, but is thwarted by an ever-zealous Amy. Silver has no idea how to deal with someone so relentlessly bubbly, but Amy can’t pass up an opportunity to help and drags him off. It’s ironic that Silver is so willing to trust Mephiles, who selfishly gives him someone to search for, and yet so hesitant to trust Amy, who selflessly helps him without even knowing who he's seeking.

To pursue Sonic, they require a pass from Lord Regis first. This sidequest has Silver trash a squad of Dr. Eggman’s robots, showcasing Silver’s destructive potential. He is thanked as a hero, but really all he did was smash metal together so he could return to his manhunt.

Silver’s “Person”

In the desert, Silver is embarrassed to be dragged around by Amy, but still doesn’t abandon her. Whether this is because he is too insecure to say no, or he just has no other leads, I'm not sure. Nevertheless, Amy promises to help Silver find his "person” once she finds Sonic (the same guy).

Here, Amy represents an upbeat freedom that Silver lacks - however, she is anything but naive. In fact she is quite conscious of her devotion to Sonic, trusting him as more than a dumb fangirl, but as a friend. It’s ironic that her seemingly airy obsession with Sonic as a person is leagues deeper than Silver’s freakish obsession with Sonic as a target.

Speculation: I wonder if Silver is reminded of Blaze in this moment, seeing Amy's loyalty to her friend. While he's basically forgotten about Blaze, she has been trying to reunite with him. He's failing to pursue the right person.

Like in the forest, Silver admires the beauty of nature to center himself. Reinvigorated, he suddenly leads the charge for Amy, running off into more trouble.

Dusty Desert

Silver’s Dusty Desert is unique for its puzzles, making particular use of billiards. The puzzles require self-control (ex. moving a ball to a goal within a limited number of pushes), forcing Silver to think. Amy’s slower movement and invisibility also encourage slower, deliberate play. The stage’s music features zany instrumentation that hits a melodic stride at the chorus, almost like it’s working on calming down too.

This should be a time for Silver to step back and reconsider his actions, but it only frustrates him further when the Iblis Trigger is no where to be found. He’s in total tunnel-vision mode, and he’s about to get a rude awakening.

Next up: Silver meets the Iblis Trigger and reunites with Blaze!

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hanibalistic · 3 years

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#758A87 | LEE JENO.

genre | fluff, domestic au, platonic love

word count | 1652

warning | none

note | i am back to advocate for peeling oranges for each other. also, yes, i may be writing a little nct but don’t count on it.

the way jeno kicked off his shoes and begrudgingly walked past you to go to his room told you that he was rejected.

there was this girl who he has been going on and on about for a while now. he kept it to himself fairly well in the earlier stages of his crush, but you caught on anyway after noticing the cues he dropped here and there—smiling at his phone, mentioning her name in and out of conversations, and mostly jaemin's constant teasing. after he came clean to you about his occupied affection, he fully allowed himself to express how ever-growing his feelings were.

although there were times when you felt an overwhelming urge to shut him up (for someone who talks so little, jeno sure talks a lot in the comfort of your shared apartment), ultimately you were happy to see that he has a reason to be so giddy and happy all the time. she makes him talk like nobody can, she makes him beam and coo, and you were grateful that this unknown girl could bring the best out of your friend.

occasionally, though, when you watch the way his eyes light up in the mention of the girl, you would feel a cold breeze of loneliness for the absence of a companion of your own. you were not in love, and neither was anyone in love with you, and there was a deep hollowness in the absence of affection, whether one-sided or reciprocated, that made you feel an unexplainable desperation to find love without being in need of it.

you turned away from your laptop that you set on the coffee table when you heard footsteps trailing out to the living room. water still dripped past his skin, showing that he didn't bother to dry himself thoroughly after the steaming hot shower he just took. his blue hair dripped wet and the towel around his shoulders was the only thing catching the rainfall from his head.

jeno moved slow and depressed, his eyes not a trace of glow in them and his jaw tightly gritted. he bent down to pick up the shoes he kicked off in a moment of a tantrum when he got home, but his fingers were flailing as if he has no will to do anything but lay on his bed and reflect on his entire love life—how it started, how much he loved the girl who broke his heart, where it went wrong, and what the hell was so bad about him that she didn't love him back?

you pouted slightly in awkwardness when he resulted in placing his shoes near the wall instead.

oh lord, he totally got rejected. that was not the worst thing but the fact that you never knew how to deal with someone heartbroken. you never had to go through it yourself, neither were you ever placed in a situation where someone else needed your comfort.

what could you do? distract him by giving him tasks to do? let him vent his emotions out to you even though he has always been quiet about his negative feelings? be insensitive and remind him there were bigger problems than being dumped?

what if he didn't need it, though? do heartbroken people truly need their hearts to be mended at all? if the heartbreak is the only thing left of whom they used to love, do they truly want to get rid of it?

"jeno."

annoyed but kind, jeno looked up from the cracks of the wall to you. he was upset, but he thought it unfair to take it out on you. your wide eyes glanced back at him when he stood up straight again, and you flashed him a tight smile as you raised your hands to him. he looked at the oranges sitting comfortably on your palms, and internally, he sighed.

"can you peel these oranges for me?" you asked as you usually would, sounding occupied but also free.

jeno really could not be bothered with doing anything. he just got rejected by who he thought was the love of his life; he felt confident this morning, especially after you helped fix up his hair and pick his outfit, as well as jaemin's encouraging words, only to have his expectations crumble with a simple answer. some part of him felt humiliated and stupid for choosing this route, for thinking that he had a chance, and he really cannot be bothered at all.

"[name], i'm sorry but i really don't feel like doing anything right now," he confessed lowly.

he was about to turn to leave when you called him again, much more urgently this time but still with a hint of dragging laziness in your tone.

"ah–jeno, please?" you pleaded in a faint childish whine, squeezing the oranges in your hands. "just one orange? please, jeno?"

he almost rolled his eyes when he turned to face you, but the softness that erupted in his chest at the sight of you sitting on the floor, oranges in your hand, stopped him from letting you see his annoyance. his hammering brain relaxed when he saw you put one orange down and attempted to peel the other one with trouble.

he sighed with unknown but familiar endearment when your thumb tore right through the fruit, sprouting juices over your once clean hands, and a gentle defeat once again rushed over him when you frowned up at him with the failure in your hands and a pleading glint in your eyes.

the softness in his heart—he never thought much about it. much of his affection for you was platonic, he believed, but they were also affection that seemed to trump the ones he felt for the girl he loved whenever they rush to the nape of his neck. the feelings he has for you often seemed to trump all else when he was confronted with them blatantly, such as now, and he could do anything.

he could do anything. he could declare that you are one of his best friends, maybe he could tell you he loves you, but mostly he could brush away his sadness to peel you an orange if you asked.

"jeno..."

"okay, okay," he said as he crouched down next to you and took the untouched orange from the table.

at some point, he lost his balance and he ended up sitting down next to you. he skillfully ripped the skin off the orange, carefully and precisely revealing the tasty fruit inside. meanwhile, you struggled freely with your destroyed orange by taking apart the slices and popping them into your mouth.

"oh, try it, this is good."

jeno looked up briefly when you spoke. he opened his mouth so you could feed him the orange slice, and he raised his brows in approval. you grinned, taking note that you should get more of the same ones next time you go buy groceries to stock up.

there was a moment of silence where you focused on the television and jeno on the last bit of orange slices in his hands. when he was done, he reached over to the coffee table and dumped them on the tissue you laid on top. when he was done, he dusted his hands and hoisted himself off the floor, just before you spoke again.

"you got rejected, didn't you?"

jeno pursed his lips, the sorrow rushing over him once again after having forgotten about it. he nodded. "yeah."

you turned your head to look at him. jeno felt self-conscious under your gaze. he never did so, but it felt like you were accessing what was wrong with the way he looked.

"maybe it's your blue hair," you said, pointing at his head and a playful laugher hanging on your lips. "maybe you reminded her too much of sonic, like the hedgehog, so she said no–"

"you are not funny." he smiled patiently but humorlessly.

"i am trying my best!" you exclaimed, then you leaned back against the edge of the couch and asked to the ceiling, "are you sad?"

"yeah."

"okay then," you muttered, then you laid your head on his shoulder and huffed. "how about now?"

jeno choked on a short laugh, in disbelief yet he was kind of used to your way of comforting people, but his heart beat softly against his chest at both the proximity and your discreet care. if anything, he would have preferred your way than the way of talking and reaching into the cave of his emotions. mainly because the latter does nothing but make him realize how much he missed with just one rejection.

at least with your head on his shoulder, he remembers he has friends, a companion. he has someone he has a soft spot for, someone he can put all his abandoned love for in the meantime as he searched for another lover, someone who can make him bother when he feels like he can't anymore.

"maybe a little less," he whispered, smiling to himself.

"okay..." you reached your hand to him, an orange slice in your hand, "care for an orange?"

jeno laughed, but then he grimaced with a choke of disbelief when he saw the monstrosity in your hands.

"[name]! i said peel the orange not kill it!" he exclaimed, his eyes wide at how sticky and wet your hands have become from just peeling the orange.

"i told you i just can't do it!" you laughed incredulously, shrugging and popping another orange slice into your mouth. "this is why i have you."

jeno rolled his eyes in defeat, but he denies nothing of it.

you are where he puts his love into for now, you are who holds half of his soul for now. you are who he is willing to peel oranges for, maybe not just for now but for the rest of his life.

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