🍰✨Chiffon🩷

(Intro post being updated in bursts)

Hiya! my name is Chiffon! And this is my silly little blog! I’m a nonbinary lesbian who’s just here to create and have fun!

Pronouns are: They/Them/It/Its

My main fandoms are mainly Sonic and Dandys World. As those hit the brainwaves so very very very much. But I do dabble in other fandoms as well! I just don’t have a full list of them.

Other fandoms might occasionally be things like Hazbin Hotel, Helluva Boss, Cookie Run, and whatever I seem to be interested in at the time.

Massive fan of Silver, Shadow, Rouge, and Espio!! They are my primary special interest and focus a lot of the time. I love making content and yapping about themmmm.

This is my main blog. I have other side blogs that will be linked eventually. I have to figure some things out about them first.

Side blogs:

@team-neutral-cove

@chiffons-peak-ocs

Fanfics:

Dorks on a mission (Ongoing) (Silver, Shadow, Rouge, and Espio centered fic)

The Stars Calling (Ongoing) (OC x Canon fic with Silver and Nebula)

(Any other fics I have on my Ao3 presently is on hold for now.)

But I’d be totally down to explore it in an AU. Maybe even explore transmasc Rouge as well.

Trans the bat.

Do it right now.

They keep shrinking the gluten free places until they don’t exist anymore. And I’m stuck with looking at shelves upon shelves of food I can’t have.

Stood there while my dad and brother picked out food. Because they can have whatever they want. While I just felt like crying standing there.

I should be used to such a dilemma. But I can’t help but feel the same crushing sadness every time it happens.

He ends returning to the future, thinking he’s fine. Everything is safe and nothing went wrong.

Except what’s that moving underneath his cloak?

Three children who pop their heads out from underneath the fabric. Being none other than Shadow, Rouge, and Espio.

I just slowly turn my head over to my nonbinary AroAce lesbian they/them/its/it childish very girly looking self insert.

Like at that point just shoot me.

And then after showing her to other people, they were like “Yeah she does.”

And because of that I literally recoil when I see ship art of her in that outfit with men.

Like yes, I am aware that the outfit does not make her an official lesbian. I know thattttt.

But bestie it just feels….so wrong.

Happy Pride month to the Bi ladies they call lesbians.

Like he’s completely impossible to predict and you feel this sense of unease and dread when around him. Cause maybe he could just destroy everything infront of you.

Like yeahhhh he can be a silly guy of course.

Gorgeous art drawn by artists that are printed on shirts, mugs, and other things. That have themes and feature a lot of characters??

Would fucking KILL to have that.

LIKE COME ON.

Why can’t we have better merch than what we’re given…

Like full stop.

My dad came in here yelling at me I’m lazy and letting the past drag me down. That I’m choosing not to do anything to get better.

All I could do was silently cry and agree with him.

Because I don’t know what else I can do.

I feel like I’m drowning and people just keep handing me a giant heavy book that drowns me faster. Than help me float.

I don’t know what to do. I’m scared. I just want to bury myself alive at this point.

I’m terrible with my feelings. I was taught my whole life that I shouldn’t talk about them, or else something bad would happen.

I don’t know how to get help. I want help. But no one is helping me figure out how to get it.