As long as you promise, it's fine!!! […] So you can protect me, and I can protect you…And we can protect everyone, too! Yeah?
And with that (almost) everyone is finished!! Bonnie was one of the easier ones for me to do, but I had to take a lot of breaks and step away a lot for burnout reasons. But I'm so pleased with how they all look together! :)
Siffrin | Isabeau | Mirabelle | Odile | Bonnie
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obsessed with the thought of king steve era falling in love with someone completely opposite of him. like in all ways, very shy and into school. keeps to herself, maybe works at the local diner to help her family out with bills
join my stranger things party!!
it might be the catalyst for him to change his friends and behavior honestly!!!! maybe he gets partnered up with you for a project, or he goes to your diner with his friends. he thinks the waitress is pretty, not the stand-out kind of bombshell looks that get you popular in high school, but the kind of pretty you find between library shelves or in a field of flowers. that quiet type of girl isn't usually what he goes for considering his reputation but he finds himself staring after you, watching when you burst out of the swinging double doors of the kitchen and gazing through the square windows when you disappear through them again.
maybe one of them even makes fun of you, talking about how you're working through school just to keep the lights on in your place. they're snickering but he doesn't find it too funny. he might scoff along but he's watching you for the rest of your shift, and he leaves a fat tip on the table for you after everyone else leaves. he doesn't get to talk to you about it but he does peer through the window as he's pulling out of the parking lot and he sees your head shoot straight up to look at him through the windshield, your mouth pulled into a soft little gasp that he wishes he could have heard.
he won't stop going back to your diner. he doesn't know what he's doing, because for some reason he can't talk to you, everything he thinks he should say, every line he's ever used seems mismatched outside of the rows of lockers of Hawkins High. but he does realize that he needs something to do when he's there if he doesn't want to look awkward, so he starts bringing his homework. you are literally the reason he starts doing better in school. he actually does his homework and at one point you catch him stumped over an english assignment so you lean over the counter and explain it to him. he's so startled because he hadn't expected anything out of you, and now you're talking to him, and he's stumbling over his words because you seem so knowledgeable and now he feels embarrassed for not getting it. but you're sweet about it, and once you're done explaining things he asks how you know so much about Frankenstein.
"I sit behind you in class," You gaze up at Steve, half-reproachful, half-amused.
All he can muster is 'oh..!', his expression going blank as his brows raise. He feels bad, he apologizes for not remembering but really he'd never noticed you at all. it doesn't matter though, because the next class period he has with you he turns in his seat and thanks you for helping him with his homework. he's different at the diner versus in school, so his persona surprises you a bit, but you crack a half-smile at his sunglasses and nod along.
once you start dating he might try to draw you into his crowd. you're not a fan though, especially because you know they've poked fun at you before, so if he hasn't dropped them already, you tell him you're just not interested in being around his friends because they're mean. that does it for him. he'll gladly drop them in favor of you.
This MAAAYYYY be a stretch but I literally CANNOT get it out of my head
Link to my previous SBAS analysis, not exactly needed but I do reference the last part a few times
@showbiz-and-souls by @biposi
THEORY ON SBAS LAST CALL ANIMATIC
==========Delusional Yap Ahead!==========
Ok so first of all I think that Alice and Bendy are debt collectors for The Devil
Taking into consideration that King Dice has said that The devil has some "mighty-fine show ponies" when all his other attempts failed (I mean cmon srsly ur j sending two-pointed gnomes to a gun show... What did we think was gonna happen?? 😭)
Why do they owe their soul though? I got two possibilities: 1. They joined King Dice's lil gameshow and won leading their souls to be in possession of the devil or 2. They needed funds for their show and took a risk with the casino
I do believe that they do actually love dancing and singing; it's not j a means to manipulate people. I mean look at these whimsical and joyous faces
Seeming as they know how to showbiz (lmao get it? get it- 💥💥💥) and act they can clearly allure people who may owe their souls to the devil and snatch em from there without ever having to fight or get their hands dirty!
Yes I'm aware that the song is from another series BUT THATS NOT THE POINT HERE (lemme be delusional)
Now the song itself Last Call i'd like to think is a nod to the fact that this may be the Devil's only other attempt at actually getting Cuphead's soul since... The trio has basically fucked Any Other Method thus far (since this is following the game from what I've seen) so if this method also fails, well he's gonna have to go back to sending imps again that has been proven to fail time after time no matter the numbers
"Let's have some fun boys! There's no where to run huh!" Remember how in my last SBAS analysis I said they probably like to play with their targets? Yeah that lmao. I SAW THE SMILES ON THEIR FACES DURING THE INSTURMENTAL OF THE SONG THEY KNOW THEY GOTTEM
That is absolutely a knowing Smug Look™️ and you cannot tell me otherwise
Also a bit of a tiny tidbit here that I rlly find funny
"So try a highball, a corpse reviver" this is j a fucking TEASE at this point LMAOOO to me it's saying "try to revive dumbass"
"We're gonna dance 'til the break of dawn" now IF my previous theory was correct (that they owe their soul) then they're probably not gonna give up, (never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down, never go-💥💥💥) and well as the lyrics state, they won't stop until they get their goal. This may be their last job to being free since The Devil is just ABSOLUTELY FED UP with The Trio. Which would add to their motivation to snatching his soul and as well as heighten the stakes!
"Pour one less cocktail, a Mary Pickford | Top me off, boy, 'cause I want it all" now I don't unfortunately have anything for this AHSHAHAHHA I'm drawing a complete blank. So if y'all have any thoughts I'd be happy to hear em!
"My days were gloomy and sad, 'til you came to me With a Southside and flowers in hand" MMMMM MY FAVOURITE ONE TO THINK OF. Having your soul owned? The thing you loved doing being used to own other souls? Not funnnn~~
Now Southside cocktail has a rather refreshing taste which is the exact opposite of the first line. They are literally giving them their refreshing taste of freedom IF their souls are captured + this also being their "Last Call" to being free
"Oh baby, let's drown our blues, dance the sun away" NOW THIS IS HOW I THINK ALICE IS GONNA GET TO MUGMAN. Think abt it! He's extremely paranoid and he's always getting attacked by imps and there's also the stress of having to find out how make Chalice corpeal! And then there's NOW having to work with Saltbaker. There's always something in his mind that isn't always good. Alice becomes HIS Southside cocktail instead! Giving him the joy and whimsy of singing and dancing I'm so fucking jealous of this stupid lil ceramic GETTTTT OOOUUUTTTT MUGMAN.
"There's no tomorrow, let's live for today" well I mean I think we know the implication on this one. But I think I have another: this gives a sense of urgency to try to fit everything into one time! Not wanting to leave anything for later-- there's stress in it, a push that might make Mugman take that one wrong step
Annnddd i think that's all I have for this one! Yeah there's more lyrics at the end
"It's time for last call (last call) / It's time for last call (last call) / We've had our fun, boys / Let's pack up and run, hon / But drink another / Yeah, honey, one more / Before we go out, play one last song / It's time for last call / It's time for last call / Before the night's done / Play one last song"
But all I can really say to this one is the Darling Duo's-- and Boris' ofc, supposed happy ending they want. It comes right after their Smug Look™️ and Alice sounds REALLY powerful atp
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Am I a complete overanalyzing idiot who is absolutely wrong? Maybe.
Or am I actually a genius who's niche has been directed to indie comics on the internet? Maybe.
Synopsis: Paige loves the look on her daughters’ faces when she does literally anything for them, so why not build them a new playhouse just in time for summer
It started with Hazel’s drawing. She’d come home from school with a crayon sketch of a little pink house, complete with a swing and flowers in the front. When you asked, she said matter-of-factly, “It’s me and Vi’s house, for when we play.”
Paige had taken one look at it, raised an eyebrow, and said, “Bet I can build that.”
Which was how you ended up outside on a sweltering Saturday afternoon, the Dallas heat pressing down like an extra blanket, watching Paige wrestle with a half-built wooden playhouse in the backyard.
The girls were in swimsuits, running through the sprinkler to stay cool, shrieking every time cold water hit their backs. You sat on the porch with a glass of iced tea, equal parts supervising and silently betting how long before Paige lost her patience with the instructions.
“Why didn’t I just hire somebody?” Paige muttered, squinting at the packet of screws in her hand. Sweat beads rolling down her forehead, her blonde hair sticking to her temples.
“Because you said, and I quote, ‘I got this, babe, I’m basically Bob the Builder.’” You smirked over the rim of your glass.
Hazel bounded over, dripping wet, and peered at the frame. “Is it done yet?”
“Almost,” Paige said, even though it clearly wasn’t. “You’re gonna love it, Hazey. It’ll be the best playhouse on the block.”
Violet trotted up right after, curls plastered to her cheeks, handing Paige one of her tiny plastic hammers. “Here, Mommy, use mine. It’s good luck.”
Paige accepted it with complete seriousness, tapping a board lightly with the toy hammer. “Perfect. Exactly what I needed.”
The hours stretched. Boards came together, windows were slotted in, and soon the shape actually resembled a little house. The girls clapped like Paige had just built the real thing.
By sunset, the playhouse stood proudly at the edge of the yard, a coat of white paint drying under the fading light. Hazel had already claimed the lofted corner as her “reading nook,” while Violet insisted on putting a bowl and spoon in the pretend kitchen.
Paige collapsed beside you on the porch steps, wiping her face with her shirt. “That nearly killed me.”
You leaned against her shoulder, watching the girls inside their new kingdom. “Worth it though.”
Paige followed your gaze, a tired smile tugging at her lips. “Yeah. Totally worth it.”
The girls spent the rest of the evening dragging every toy they could carry into the playhouse. Stuffed animals lined the windows, plastic cups clattered on the tiny table, and Violet tried to boss Hazel into “being the chef” while she played customer.
But Hazel had other plans.
She slipped out the side door, careful and quiet, returning minutes later with a shoebox clutched to her chest. Paige clocked it instantly, narrowing her eyes.
“Hazey… what’s in the box?”
“Friends,” Hazel said simply, climbing up into the playhouse.
You exchanged a look with Paige. A second later, Violet’s squeal confirmed it.
“MOMMY! Hazel brought BUGS!”
They weren’t just bugs. Hazel had been collecting caterpillars all week, carefully keeping them in leaves and grass clippings, doting on them like they were her children. Now, she was very proudly introducing them to their “new home.”
“They like it in here,” Hazel explained, crouched in the corner as one crawled along her arm. “It’s cozy.”
Violet stood on the opposite side of the playhouse, arms crossed, nose scrunched. “They’re gross. This is OUR house, Hazel, not the bugs’ house!”
“They’re my pets,” Hazel said firmly, not looking up.
Paige pressed her fist against her mouth, trying not to laugh. You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Hazel, honey, the playhouse is for you and Violet. The caterpillars need to stay outside where they can grow into butterflies.”
“But they’ll be lonely,” Hazel argued, her big eyes turning up to you.
Paige finally stepped in, crouching at the tiny doorway. “Tell you what. We’ll build them their own little house. Right next to yours. Caterpillar condo. Deal?”
Hazel considered this, then nodded solemnly. “Okay. But I get to decorate it.”
So while Violet set about reclaiming the playhouse with her dolls, Hazel busied herself with Paige, constructing a shoebox mansion complete with leaf bedding and flower “carpets.” By the time the stars came out, both girls were tucked inside their beds, the backyard silent except for the crickets.
Paige flopped onto the couch beside you, hair still damp from a late shower. “I survived building a house and a bug hotel in one day. That deserves a medal.”
You leaned into her, smiling. “Or at least a cold drink.”
“Deal,” she murmured, already half-asleep against your shoulder.
Harmless pranks I think these x-men would pull on you for fun.
Quicksilver; Nightcrawler; Gambit; Rogue; Storm; Shadowcat.
Warning: too many commas in use ("just end the sentence" no! :c)
Fic length: medium fic.
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Second Person Perspective (you)
~ Quicksilver ~
He'd definitely draw cat whiskers on your face with a marker while you nap. He'd even colour in the tip of your nose like a cat's nose.
Wherever you place your shoes, he'd move them a few centimeters to the side and put his there. He'd then wait, watching for you to notice and react.
If you own makeup, he'd start doing some subtle eyeshadow and then slowly increase how much eyeshadow he wears until you notice. If you notice, but say nothing and don't react, he'd continue applying heavier eyeshadow until it touched his eyebrows. He'd probably choose dark blue, or sparkly silver eyeshadow too.
He'd be the type to pause when running by you and stand behind you, tap you on one shoulder, but then move to the opposite to surprise you with a kiss on the cheek. He'd then take off again before you can say anything.
If you own plushies/stuffed toys? He'd have so much fun. Especially if you own candles, a yoga mat, books and any sort of plastic cups. He'll set up a whole tea party for your plushies in the corner of your room. He'd make a fort for them with books and a blanket in the center of your room. One day he might set your bed up like the plushies are telling scary stories with open books and unlit candles around them and a group cowering in the corner of your bed.
Peter's the type to wear sunglasses so you "can't see what he's looking at" when out in public and then move in front of you and stare (very obviously) at your chest, biceps, or he'd move to your side and look at your ass. He would not be subtle about it either. He'd make sure you knew exactly where he was looking.
~ Nightcrawler ~
He'd stand to one side of you and use his tail to tap your opposite shoulder when you're not looking. He'd do it a couple times, while making sure you knew it was him though. He wouldn't want to do something that irritated you, or upset you in any way.
He'd only pull pranks he'd think would make you laugh or smile. He'd get one of those label printing machines and put labels on a bunch of random stuff in your room and bathroom. Your light switch? Labelled. Your shower? Labelled. Your bedroom wall? Labelled. Your pet? A label right on top of their little head.
Kurt would leave sticky notes with smiley faces on a random object in your room until it was completely covered, or you noticed. You have a box of tissues you rarely touch, or use? He is slowly covering every millimeter of space on that box with sticky note smiley faces. You know it's him too. You see him subtly sneak closer to the tissue box and then quickly move away as inconspicuously as possible.
If you have hair that can be braided (even the tiniest braid) he'd offer to do it for you. He'd braid your hair and sneakily put in cute hair clips, or flowers to decorate the braid. He'd consider this a prank, because he didn't ask you first. If you don't have hair, but wear hats or headbands of any kind, he'd instead attach little decorations to those without damaging them.
If you own jewellry of any kind (bracelets, watches, necklaces, rings, etc) he'd definitely wear a couple when you go out. He's always very careful to not ruin, misplace, or break them. He makes sure it's obvious and he'll strut and sway his hips when he wears quite a bit of your jewellry.
Kurt's the type to get embarrassing couples' t-shirts and Christmas sweaters. Doesn't even have to be specifically for Christmas, sometimes he'll beg you to wear it just for a trip to the grocery store during Autumn. It's embarrassing, but it's fun. And yes, he'd consider this a 'prank' because it's silly and fun and can make you laugh (please don't contradict him or explain how a prank is 'supposed' to work).
~ Gambit ~
If you enjoy card tricks, he'd offer to show you some. He'd 'shuffle' a big deck of cards and then ask you to pick a card, "any card, mon ami" and he'd watch carefully to see the card you go to pick. If you go for a card he has clearly labelled to help him with the trick, the minute you reach for the card he'd grab it and throw it over his head saying "you don't want that one, chère" and it'd explode on the ground behind him. The next card you pick and place back into the deck, he'd find immediately after messing around with the deck of cards. Except the card he pulled had a little marker dot on the corner which yours didn't have. You're certain he had two types of each card in his hand for the trick.
He'd sticky tape fruit to the fruit stand. You'll go to pick up an apple, or banana, and find you're met with resistance. You'll then notice the thin bit of sticky tape holding the fruit hostage to the fruit stand. It ends up peeling off pretty easily.
If you work from home, when he has a day off and he's bored, he'll pick a figurine, or plush, you own and move it around the house. You'll see it in the kitchen with a bowl and spoon beside it; in the living room with sunglasses and a book open and once you even saw it carefully sticky taped to the ceiling fan.
Sometimes, Remy will use food dye when he bakes for you. Pancakes? They're now pink. Waffles? They're now yellow. Chocolate chip cookies? Dyed blue. It has no extra flavour or anything, no it simply changes the colour to something bright.
Remy's the type to sneak up on you (if you're okay with it) and give you a surprise hug, or kiss. He'd be as silent as possible and even suddenly appear from around a corner, wrapping you in his arms and lifting you up into the air with a little spin before setting you back down and kissing your forehead.
If you enjoy doing lego builds, puzzles, or colouring-in, when you walk away in the middle of the activity, he'll come over and find a piece of lego or puzzle that you'd been searching for. He'd then put it in a more obvious spot and move away. If you're colouring-in, he'll choose a colour and then move the marker, or pencil, closer to your art as a suggestion. Don't be too surprised if you come back to your activity to find a couple of pieces of puzzle, or lego, or a few pencils moved. He'll consider this a prank, because he only does this when you leave the room for a moment.
~ Rogue ~
She'd be the type to ask if you want to play a game of cards, or poker, and if you say "yes" she'd bring out these massive playing cards. When holding the cards up (to the best of your ability) you can't see Anna Marie over the cards no matter how hard you try. To shuffle them is a nightmare and to play a game without dropping them is half the fun.
If it's your turn to do the dishes, she'd hold onto a random spoon, or fork, and wait until you're nearly done before handing it to you with a cheeky grin and a "thank you kindly, sugar". She'd then run away as fast as possible before you could splash the dirty, soapy water onto her.
Anna Marie would probably love leaving misleading compliment notes around where you'll see them. On your nightstand would be a note reading: "you should give up...on trying to look bad, because sugar you look good everyday." On your fridge a note read: "stop trying...to cook a bad meal I love everything you make <3".
If you own a chess board, she'd set it up in your living room and make a new scene nearly everyday. There was a funeral for a fallen king (there was a candle near the knocked over king piece and a little handkerchief covered him), a forbidden romance between the white and black bishops (the white castle caught them in the act "how scandalous"), and once the pawns started a revolution against the monarchy (pawns from both sides teamed up together in solidarity).
Sometimes, if Rogue sees you getting a picture taken (maybe journalists recognize you as an x-men, or maybe your friend dropped by and took a selfie with you), she'll find a way to photo bomb the picture from the background by striking various silly poses. Sometimes Scott and Jubilee join her.
Once she pranked you on April Fools Day. She walked up to you and gave you a hug and kiss like usual. She then asked if you wanted to hold hands and shop together. When you said yes, she slowly went to take her gloves off. Your astonishment was quickly replaced by confusion and surprise as she took her gloves off to reveal: a second pair of gloves. She took those off too. Lo and behold there was a third pair of gloves. At this point you wondered "how many gloves is she wearing?" Your question was eventually answered. She was laughing hysterically at your reaction to her seventh and final pair of gloves. These she ended up leaving on, but she gave you another hug and kiss. "Happy April Fools Day, sugar!" You both had a good day at the shops after the prank.
~ Storm ~
She'd probably love putting googly eyes on a bunch of random items around the house. The microwave, the kettle, a pencil, your pet, door handles and once you even found googly eyes on your shoes.
When Ororo got very bored and you were at work, she'd change your pillowcases to fresh ones. Not so bad right? Except she'd have bought the most incredible pillowcases she could find at the store and that's what she'd change them to when you were at work. The pillowcases would have pictures of silly hamsters, or just a zoomed in face of a bird. Once you came home to Edward Cullen and Jacob Black pillowcases from Twilight.
If you leave her with your phone, she'd find a way to change your general ringtone to a ringtone of her singing off-key on purpose. Each time she did it, she'd change the song she sung too. Once it was "Hopelessly Devoted to You" and another time it was "Bring me to Life".
If she was really bored, she'd probably put food colouring in your milk products. Suddenly, you'll be making your cups of tea or coffee with pink, or purple, milk.
She might use double sided tape to stick coins onto walls, desks, countertops or other spots. If you don't find the taped coins, they eventually fall off and the sound of hidden coins falling to the ground will sometimes make you jump.
She once went through your pile of clean socks and made all the pairs mismatched. She folded them too, so you couldn't tell until you unfolded them.
~ Shadowcat ~
She'd definitely hold an item behind her back as you look for it. And when you ask if she's seen it, she'd shake her head "no" while holding back a grin. When you ask to see behind her back she'd run so you end up chasing her around the room until she hands it over.
Kitty would hang out with you in the kitchen while you're making food and then grab your bowl, or plate, and run off with it. Or she'd quickly grab the bowl, or plate, and move it to a different spot in the kitchen. If she hides it in a cupboard, she'd give you hints on which one it was in.
If you have photographs around your home, or bedroom, Kitty would have a lot of fun putting paper mustaches on different people in the pictures. Fortunately, she used an adhesive that was temporary and wouldn't damage the glass on frames, or the paper photographs. Unfortunately, that meant the paper mustaches fell off after only two days.
Kitty would take a bunch of selfies with silly faces, fake mustaches, silly poses or random accessories and then print them out. She'd then put them in books you read, under your computer mouse, inside your wallet, taped to your water bottle, inside your lunch box (or bag) and you even found a couple inside your fridge.
Once, she bought a couple cheap bags of party balloons and blew them all up and left them all over the house. It was a lot of fun for your pets, but walking through the house and not stepping on the balloons proved to be quite the challenge.
When you came home one day, the whole house smelled like cookies. So naturally you assumed she baked. To your surprise, she had bought three cookie scented candles and lit them through the house. The candles were great, but you were a little upset about the lack of cookies.
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Tim and Damian piss Jason enough that the next week Jason is their Literature teacher in the School
HAHAHAHAHSDFSHKSD OMG YES
Tim and Damian may not be close, but they're always willing to team up and mess with Jason. They think it's funny. Jason does not. His frustration has been slowly building throughout the past few weeks until finally, he gets glitter bombed after a rough patrol. Post clean up, post shower, about to get into bed, he opens up his clothes drawer and BOOM. Glitter. He has had enough.
He sends a text to them reading 'I'm done with this. Pray for your fucking lives' and gets to work on coming up with a revenge plan. Beat them up? A classic, but too basic. Screw with their patrol routes? Nah, that would just piss Bruce off, and he's not interested in that right now. He knows a few of Black Mask's goons.. maybe he can use them to mess with them? No.. the last time he used Mask's henchmen for revenge behind his back, he was sent a very strongly worded text message. He had to apologize with freshly baked cookies.
He remembers Tim and Damian talking about a literature project. Something about having to choose a book to read for class work. Apparently, Tim is struggling with his book and Damian hasn't even started his. He can steal the books? Tear out a few pages so they don't get the full story?
Wait.
Wait just a minute.
Jason has a degree in English.
He.. he can use this.
He does end up getting help from Mask's goons (with permission, of course), and suddenly their teacher is nowhere to be found and they're stuck with a substitute. They think it's great. Damian uses that time to draw and Tim brings his switch to school for the week and it's awesome.
On Monday the next week, Tim gets a very bad feeling while walking into school. He asks Damian if he feels weird, and he admits that something feels a bit off. They wander into class and find it completely rearranged. Where there used to be a silly alphabet poster, there is now a Hamlet quote. The bright red curtains were replaced with black. On the desk, two books- are those Tim and Damian's books??- are stacked on top of each other, a skull resting on top. The sub isn't there. In fact, Damian swears he saw them walk into a different classroom.
They sit down at a desk, not their usual one, seeing as the desks were moved from groups to lines, and wait. The bell rings and the door slams open, Jason strutting in. They both sit there in shock as their brother sets his stuff down and writes 'Mr. T' on the board. He turns around and smirks at them before turning to the rest of the class.
Jason: "Hello everyone, you can call me Mr. T. I will be your new English Literature teacher for the year."
Student: "You don't look like a teacher.."
Jason, narrowing his eyes: "And you don't look like you're going to pass my class."
Student:
Jason: "That's what I thought.. everybody up. I'm assigning seats."
He switches everybody around, placing Tim and Damian in the front row on opposite sides. He claims he heard something about a project, and he will be collecting it now, seeing as the due date was that day. Tim and Damian watch as the majority of their class hands in the work in shame and slight fear. Jason calls on them for their work and they have to admit to the class that they didn't do it. They receive ten fat F's.
When Jason begins his teaching year, he uses it to torment his brothers. He makes them read aloud, calls on them to answer questions they don't know, curves the lessons to ones they struggle with, etc. Eventually though, he finds that he actually enjoys teaching. His class seems to like him too. He's a fairly young guy who doesn't try to act like he's all professional, and he teaches the lessons in a way that makes them interested. Tim and Damian hate it, and are the only ones who seem to not like the new teacher.
When he leaves at the end of the year, he receives a bunch of flowers and gifts and cards from his students. He cries.
Years later, the kids will come up to him when they see him on the street. He gets told about what new books they're reading, what they're majoring in, how they're doing. A couple kids tell him that he inspired them to study English Literature, and he feels like he's on top of the world. He gets invited to the wedding of two of his students who he assigned together for group work. He's invited to college graduations. They even have a book club that he occasionally goes to.
Concept: Voracious God of Death x Ever-replenishing God of Life Reader
(Death is kind of sad and pathetic)
CW: Detailed descriptions of hunger. Death is basically starving all the time. Light attempted soul cannibalism (consensually) (no harm done to reader because they are equal to Death)
pt 2 (romantic rivalry)
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Your realm is meant to be one of warmth and peace, yet a chill courses through the lively foliage and fauna, sending the deer you were tending to running. The flowers that bloom near your feet wilt and rot while birds cry in distress.
Death.
They're never one to show themself. They hide, they lurk, they stalk. The mortals have such a foolish misconception of Death: dangerous, malicious, wicked. They're hardly malevolent. They don't need to be. Death is all-consuming without need for evil.
"Come out." You call. Yes, the mortals were very, very wrong about Death. Death was scared. A quivering mess who was too frightened to speak to appear.
They did not come, drawing a sigh from you. It saddened you to see it.
"Death. Come." You coax with just enough stone in your voice to spur them into action. They slowly creep from the hill you were very aware they were hiding behind - it's hard not to notice where they are when there's a circle of decay around them.
Death came to stand far away from you. The poor thing didn't know how to ask for what they want. If it weren't for previous interactions, you'd have though they simply couldn't ask - another curse that fate has burdened them with.
"Little closer." You softly ordered, causing them to hesitantly step forward. It was one foot after another until they were right in front of you.
Cold emitted from their very being. If you weren't their exact opposite, you'd have been shivering. Sometimes you wondered if they felt the chill in their bones like others did. They quivered, but you didn't know if it was sorrow or their empty being.
You reach up and brush a tear from their eye despite its futility. Death was always crying, just as they were always hungry. It was a cruel fate to be a God of Death, for they themself are not truly alive. Death sobbed into your hand.
"I'm sorry." They hiccupped, though you weren't sure what they felt bad about now.
"For what?" Death wept for everything. Every life they took earned a tear, yet they couldn't stop devouring them in an attempt to cure that desperate hunger.
"Your flowers. They were so beautiful."
It seemed silly to you. Flowers bloomed at your mere touch. To Death, it was sin to hurt something so perfect. They hurt all they touched, but they always tried to touch, as if they forgot of their undead nature the moment they entered you world. Guilt ate at them, but what didn't? Even joy could feel like it nibbled at their being.
You sigh and extend your palm for them to inspect. A golden flower, a new species you were crafting, sprouted in your hand at your command. You hold it out to them, as if to say, "See? You can do no lasting harm in my realm. It will always heal."
Death stares in awe at you before their eyes drift to the blossom. They dip down and snag the bloom in their teeth. They feel like they finally have substance, but it fades within split seconds, leaving only the cruel reminder of what that feeling was and how they are so deprived of it.
They only weep harder. It makes you fret. Every living thing from cells to giants could seek refuge in your paradise, yet you only seem to disturb Death more.
"Please- I-I'm sorry, but I need more." They need more. You're the only one who can sustain their bottomless gluttony for a significant amount of time.
"Oh, of course you can." There is no harm in it. You are the only one Death cannot claim.
Death wants to pretend they can be contained, yet they latch onto your neck with ferocious intensity. Their lips are icy, yet ravenous. They suck and bite and lick at the very essence of your being.
It's the closest thing you feel to mortal. Completely unrestrained, they are trying to drag you to the underworld with them. You wouldn't say they're trying to kill you because that would imply intent behind it. Death just wants life. They wanted you. They loved you. They wanted to consume you.
You can't tell when you had ended up on the grass. The world blurs and narrows down to Death's teeth on your neck. A voice calls to you somewhere in your haze.
"More...please, I need more." You run a tender hand through their hair. They shake like the deer you had been coddling not too long ago.
Time lost all sense of meaning while Death fed on the source of Life itself, but you couldn't find it in yourself to mind.
After much time, Death carefully pulls away, as if finally coming back to their senses.
"My darling Life?" They ask, encouraging you to return from the fog of your mind.
"Hm?" You hum, only beginning to stir from the stunned state they put you in.
[Hello and welcome to askthehedgehogs Wedding 2.0! If you're not familiar with the ask blog, check it out for context, or just enjoy a contextless fic + art in which Sonic and Shadow get married (again). Final part only has one drawing, I was losing steam! Pt 6/6! START | PREV]
Wedding: 2.0
Shadow’s Apartment
Secret Mission: Rest and recharge!
They laid in a tangle of limbs on their bed, Shadow with his nose nuzzling into Sonic’s soft stomach while his husband carefully untwisted tinsel from his quills. They had just switched from the opposite, with Sonic resting on Shadow’s chest until all the flowers had been plucked from his head. Neither of them spoke, just enjoyed the peace and quiet and one another’s slow and steady breaths. A pile of tinsel accumulated next to the pile of flower petals.
Sonic smiled as Shadow began to purr, clearly enjoying having Sonic’s fingers running through his quills to get every last strand.
He was tempted to leave a few, considering how much Shadow enjoyed a bit of sparkle, and how pretty he looked.
He wanted to say it. To tell him how beautiful he looked. To try to express the feelings that had overcome him as he took his place beside Shadow, falling in love all over again as he stood waiting to marry him. But he didn’t want to ruin this soft, beautiful moment, so Sonic kept it to himself.
One day, he would be able to sing Shadow’s praises between kisses. He was content to wait for such a day that it wouldn’t be met with resistance.
He itched to say something, though.
“So,” he began, putting the last of the tinsel aside and scratching behind Shadow’s ear. “Same time next year?”
Perhaps Shadow had fallen asleep, exhausted from the day’s events and completely relaxed on his pillow of a husband, because it took more than a few seconds for him to respond. “Huh..?”
“What’re we gonna do different for Wedding 3.0? Personally, I still think a solid gold statue of the two of us smooching sounds sick.”
Shadow groaned, squeezing his eyes shut. “I am never marrying you again…”
Sonic hummed, tapping his muzzle in thought. “What if I divorce ya? Then you’ve gotta marry me~”
“No,” Shadow snorted, burying his face deeper into Sonic’s fur, “Then we’d just stay divorced. Forever.” He scrunched up his nose when his pillow suddenly became uncomfortably lively as Sonic laughed.
“Aw… you don’t mean that.”
“Sonic. I mean this with every fibre of my being.” Shadow lifted his head to look his husband in the eye. His beautiful, sleepy husband, who he knew was just as emotionally drained as he was and yet somehow smiling, somehow soft and lovely and wonderful.
“Yeah? What?”
Shadow stared at him a little longer. He had forgotten what he was going to say. “... Go to sleep.”
“To… what?” Sonic laughed again, pulling Shadow into his arms. “Can’t sleep. Still buzzing about today. Besides, we’re going on an actual real honeymoon tomorrow.”
“Exactly,” Shadow snuggled in, making himself comfortable once more. “We have to get up early. So sleep.”
Sonic groaned, sinking deep into the pillows. “Fiiiiiine. I’ll try…”
“Good.”
For a while, there was nothing but the sound of their heartbeats.
“... I love you, Shadow. ‘m glad I married you again. And the first time, too…”
Sonic wondered if Shadow had fallen asleep for real this time. He was quiet for a minute or two, no reaction to Sonic’s words aside from the twitch of his ear. “I’m glad, too. But next time, can we not invite so many people?”
“Heh. Yeah. That’s fair. Maybe just the two of us, next time.”
“Mmh. Just the two of us.”
“We could get married every day.”
“Sounds exhausting.”
“Mmmaybe. We could just kiss everyday.”
“Hm.”
“We already do that though so maybe–”
“Sonic.”
“Right right right. Sleep. Sorry.” The blue hedgehog pressed his lips together. “Mmph.”
“... I love you, too.” Shadow scooted just enough so that he could stretch up and press a kiss to Sonic’s chin. “Goodnight, Sonic.”
He smiled, feeling warm and loved. “Goodnight, Shadow.”
The two hedgehogs fell asleep, breathing in harmony, and dreamt of dancing in flower fields under starry skies.
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MOD’S NOTES
Wow, this was quite a challenge! Having more or less one week to write and illustrate this, between work and life and everything else, I hope it doesn't come across as rushed as it felt 😅 I've really enjoyed it though, thank you to everyone for the support and for coming along on this journey with me!
I couldn’t decide for ages whether I wanted them to have wedding outfits or not. I was totally torn, especially after that one time an anon gave them suits and they actually looked lowkey cute… so I compromised; they got some time in suits, and plenty of time naked and free
I, like the Hedgehogs, had to totally wing it with the vows. I literally wrote them while I was walking the dog and tried not to give them too much thought!
I first came up with the inhibitor ring/wedding bangle with cuts from the fake Chaos Emerald FOREVER ago, back when I was certain the blog would have died out long before we reached the wedding. So glad we made it this far and I got to include it! It’s the secret project Tails and Shadow have been working on all this time hehe
On that topic, they are each wearing their wedding bangles on the same wrist as the hand with the tattoo from Wedding 1.0 (Sonic’s left hand, Shadow’s right hand)
Feel free to send in questions about the wedding! We'll hopefully be back my regular ask/art blog antics soon now that the wedding is over.
