i always talk about my Amy au where she sees she simply cannot be as good as sonic or knuckles or tails so for the remaining of her classic life (for as long as you don’t see amy before heroes) she has been training with mighty and thats why only amy can pick up amy’s hammer because it’s made out of some other worldly matter thats so heavy only she can pick it up

cough strong women story arcs

June 25 2023

SEGASonic the Hedgehog

Sonic 9, Mighty 10, Ray 4

Sonic, Mighty, and Ray get kidnapped by Robotnik and they destroy RobotnikLand, escaping by hijacking one of his Planes, the Tornado.

This teaches Sonic that there is more than just Christmas Island and gives him the want for adventure and leaves Mighty and Ray to find his own journey. Mighty and Ray go off on their own adventure later via making a boat, but they take their own time.

Note: Sonic gets caught via the throat, causing damage to his vocal cords, that is why he can’t speak for a few years.

You know the Grimm version of Snow White makes more sense than most versions if only because in that version Snow White was like 7 years old.

This is just one chapter in an amazing fanfic collab that can be found here! https://archiveofourown.org/works/52057795/chapters/131676067

Vampire Quincey and Spymaster Arthur in the Blood of my Blood bad ending AU. For all you Spicy Christianity enthusiasts.

"There's a young man to see you, my Lord"

"Oh?" It was awfully early for callers, but Arthur liked mornings.  "Go ahead and invite him up."  A moment's consideration.  "Did he say who he was?"

"Quincey Harker."

Arthur nodded absently and took another sip of his tea before the words and their implications hit his brain.  A shatter of crockery and he was across the room - just in time to hear the words "right this way," as the shadow below tipped its hat and crossed the threshold.  

Fuck.  He grabbed the telephone receiver on his desk.  "Keep Lu away from home tonight," he barked into it, "there's a situation."  He was fumbling in his desk drawer for the large wooden wall crucifix he kept there in case of emergency when the door opened.

It looked just like a young man, well favored in the bloom of youth.  Pale, very pale, almost translucent.  Black hair, neatly combed, almost identical to his mother's.  Eyes wide and earnest-seeming, burning with the same unholy fire that had animated the monster in the graveyard the night she had called his name.  And of course, it cast no shadow on the floor.  God, he had tried to prepare, but had still dared to hope it would't happen again in his lifetime.  How the hell had his spies missed this?

He flung up the crucifix and advanced.  Maybe he could drive it out - but he'd already invited it in there was no way to undo that.  Damn.  In the short term they would have to evacuate.

The vampire tilted its head quizzically, once again the perfect image of its mother, and then took the crucifix out of his hand.  "Thank you," it said.  "Who's this?"

Arthur gaped and backed away.  What else did he have to try?  He no longer kept weapons on him.  But maybe he could stall, gather information.  Information had always been their best weapon.  "What... is it that you want?"

"Oh!  Right, of course!"  The awkward sincerity was very nearly believable, but then it yawned, wide and catlike, and Arthur could see the sharp horrible teeth within.  He shuddered.  "Sorry I haven't gotten used to staying up so late all the time yet," it apologized.  "I have letters of introduction for you."

Arthur took them, wordlessly, not taking his eyes off his guest, and retreated behind his desk.  The vampire was clutching its hat nervously, or at least in the image of nervousness.  Even if it was an act it was getting hard to watch.  "Please.  Sit."  

"Thank you sir."  It sat.

Arthur broke the seal on the letter and read:

Lord Godalming,

I know I have no right to come to you like this  (no, you fucking haven't) but I believe you are the surviving trustee of record for the boy's inheritance.  He is a good boy, and has grown into a good man.  I swear to you, he has harmed none in his life, and is wholly ignorant of the the evil done on his behalf.  

Arthur glanced up at the vampire sitting politely in his study, turning the wooden crucifix over and over again in his hands.  It didn't seem to be burning him at all.  Arthur sighed.  "What is it?"

"He's open in so many places," it said, wonderingly touching the Five Wounds.  "Was he feeding his family too?"

"In a ...manner of speaking."  Arthur didn't think he was qualified to discuss theology with a goddamned vampire before nine in the morning.

It nodded with the sageness of a child.  "Just like Papa then," it said fondly.  "May I keep it?"

"Uh.  Sure," Arthur said weakly, then turned, trembling, back to the letter.  Harker, what the fuck did you do?

You probably saw my comment by now, but it's so cute, I can't resist to ask! Can you do Tails as a Care Bear next?! Seriously, I'd be overjoyed to see my two special interests in one masterpiece, and you did Sonic wonderfully adorable!

well since you seem so excited about it <3

he's little (i do not have a fun name for him unfortunately)

his belly badge is his two tails in a sort of vague heart shape but the empty space between them also makes a heart so it works ^v^

edit: uhm actually he'd be a care cousin- [dies]

In the spirit of starting discourse with you: What do you MEAN purple is not a color???

I've answered this before, but I'm happy to again!

For starters: purple is a color... kind of, but I say it isn't to be dramatic and simplistic.

Basically, I'm mad about how color is classified. When I was a kid, I was taught that the main six colors were Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, and Purple.

If you're little baby me, and try to paint a rainbow, you'll assume you need to paint those colors, in that order, blend them together, and you'll come out with a nice rainbow that looks like the ones you see IRL... but it won't. The colors won't look quite right.

Why? Because the Color wheel isn't actually this:

...it's this:

...but that's fair, right? Color is a spectrum, and we can't name every point on a spectrum, So we divide the spectrum into the six most recognizable ones!

Notice something? The colors aren't distributed evenly. Blue, Yellow, and Red are supposed to be the primaries, but Blue is much bigger than Yellow.

So, how do you make a rainbow? The way your printer, does! By blending Yellow with Magenta and Cyan!

When you divide the wheel like this, it's properly balanced! CMY are the primaries and the smallest sections, while RGB are the larger ones. You can see how Cyan and Yellow pigment make Green, and how Green and Red light make Yellow.

But now that we've divided it this way... Purple and Orange aren't on the wheel. Purple is just part of the spectrum between Aqua and Magenta, and Orange is just the spectrum between Yellow and Red. Cyan and Magenta have usurped them.

So, if the six main colors are Red, Magenta, Aqua, Cyan, Green, and Yellow... then Purple and Orange don't get to be colors.

Thus: purple is not a color.

Made another rough comic for the “Time Traveling Quincey Harker helps save Jonathan” AU

Original concept here

Part 2

I really like the headcanon that a very select amount of people are allowed to actually call Tails 'Miles' and Shadow is on that list, it's very cute to me ^_^

don't give up

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Insane to me that certain comic book creators who shall not be named dismissed Jonathan Harker as a "milk sop" and a boring character. White-haired avenger with ambiguously vampiric superstrength Jonathan Harker. Most violent and unhinged member of the vampire hunters Jonathan Harker. Ran at Dracula with a kukri knife without skipping a beat and then tried to climb out of a window to pursue him Jonathan Harker. "Like a living flame" Jonathan Harker. Calls his bond with his wife "the holiest love" and determines that if she becomes a vampire, even if Dracula calls her to his side, "she shall not go into that dark night alone" Jonathan Harker. You know. That one.

Been reading some takes on the emasculation of Jonathan and erasure of the suitors in adaptations because they draw focus away from Big Daddy Alpha Dracula and it just makes me feel a way... This is a book about Mina but it is also about men and these many very different ways to be a Good Man from Jonathan who is meek but kind and honest and true, Quincey who is reckless but loyal and brave, Seward who is melancholy and at times arrogant in his intellect but also absolutely determined to use his knowledge to help, heal and understand others...

And then you have Dracula, who is at his core a selfish monster, who preys on the weak, who abuses women and turns them into his slaves, who takes advantage of and subsequently discards the poor and ill.

Here we have a clear cut dichotomy between positive and toxic masculinity in full display, honestly STILL a timely story to be told over a century later. And yet everybody makes the story about sexy hot alpha male Dracula and then creates a half-baked good-bad dichotomy between the two women instead.

Movies pairing dracula and mina is so weird because if you want an vampire romance you can have that with very few alterations to the original story. You can have your angsty bad boy vampire, her name is Mina Murray. You can have your love interest who loves them despite their monstrosity, his name is Johnathan Harker

“The man must never have known a longer hour. Hope is a thorn in the side of doubt, not a thing with feathers that perches in the soul. It aches. And at the end of it all he does —you will—still fail. Peter denies Christ again. The rooster crows, and Jesus looks at Peter, because even though Peter has denied Jesus, Jesus has not denied him. His opportunities are not yet exhausted. The majority of us — who Augustine called the non-valde-boni, the not-very-good-ones—live our whole lives in the space of that hour. We hope. We try. We will probably fail. It will happen over and over again. The most relatable Christians in literature are not the subjects of hagiographies, but of the kind of morally ambiguous stories that amount, in the end, to what we call a life. Shusaku Endo’s Kichijiro, who repents only one more time than he apostatizes, is perhaps the ideal form. In an era where solutions are judged by their efficiency, it can be hard to accept that this is just how grace works on fallen creatures: like a spiral, circling around you over and over again as you repeat the same mistakes, drawing nearer and nearer to your heart the longer you seek it. It isn’t that grace is ineffective or inefficient but that we are, being what we are, imperfect vessels for it. The miracle is that it works anyway.”

— Elizabeth Bruenig, “It Will Happen Again and Again”

"Cycle of abuse. Cycle of violence." How about the cycle of healing? Why don't we ever talk about the chain reaction that being kind to someone can cause?