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Kid fic/parent fic dialogue prompts

Teenager: "How did you grow up so fast? Yesterday you were still my little baby..."

Characters: Team Chaotix❤️

2020 momento LOL

Di tutte le cose che possiamo recuperare dal 2020, penso che Scorpio sia il fattore più piacevole, secondo solo ai Destiel LMAO also I know the prompt is technically for teenagers but I had the most DARLING kid idea so........

Kid fic/parent fic prompts

The cake looks like shit.

Granted, it was all they could afford in the shop, aside from straight up stealing, and the Chaotix don't steal, so there wasn't really any choice, but that doesn't make it look any less like shit. It's lopsided and a bit banged up, which is probably the reason why it was on such a steep sale, and the frosting is of a dangerously neon color that promises endless hours of sugar rush.

And still, it is cake, and they managed to snatch it, so that ought to count for something. Besides, it's not like Charmy seems to care - he's too busy bouncing in excitement at the thought of dessert and celebration to notice just about anything else regarding the whole business. In fact, Vector can barely hold him back while Espio lights the candle on top, lest they set fire to the whole house and have to pay even more money.

"Sit down, kid," the crocodile grumbles, his grip tightening around the handful of bee he has to keep in place. "You're gettin' too big for this, I'm gonna have to put you on a leash soon. When did you grow so much, by the way? Weren't you still a little baby yesterday or something?"

"No!" Charmy protests, though he's still giggling in amusement. "I'm not a baby! I'm a real detective, and I want the first slice of cake! It's my birthday!"

"Uh. Are you sure? Can't really believe it."

"I can," Espio mutters, putting off the used matchstick. "He eats nearly as much as you do, and that is a feat."

Vector should probably feel offended, but a part of him is genuinely amazed that they even got to this point, so he's too distracted to care much. They didn't just manage to keep the kid alive all these years, which is already a bloody miracle - it's the fact that said years seem to have basically flown by that stuns him the most, to be quite honest. In his mind, it's not so long ago that Charmy was screaming the house down while teething, or learning to fly with a fretful Espio at his heels.

And yet, the boy he's holding right now is strong and brave and yeah, maybe reckless, too, but that can't really be helped, with the life they lead. He's still small, but he has grown so much he might as well be a different bee.

It's a shocker. But it's also the best stroke of luck they've ever had, all things considered.

So Vector lets go of him, and watches as Charmy blows the candle with only minimal worry about the lad's wings catching on fire, and for once, everything's right in the world.

i just wanted your opinion on this, hope you dont mind me asking

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Family Dialogue Prompts: 1. "Sweetie Dinner is ready"

Characters: Leone JB e Yuuya (2020 momento)

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YOU CONTINUE TO BE THE HUMAN EMBODIMENT OF A HOUSE SLIPPER SO THIS IS WHAT YOU GET- canon divergence for Shuu's route 🥰 fuck you 🥰

Family Dialogue Prompts

“You’ve got to eat, Sakazaki.”

The words take the shape of a command more than an invitation. In any other instance, the fact would make Yuuya laugh.

As it is, they only serve to make him sick.

“Ah, I’ll pass, mon ami,” he says, his winning smile stretched thin and strained. Shit, he’s tired. He’s trying so hard, but he’s also so tired. “I’ve got to get my figure back, if I want to return to the field as charming as ever.”

Predictably, Leone isn’t fooled. He’s looking at Yuuya like he’s still thirteen and an idiot, an unimpressed look on his face, that damn bowl of food in his hands. 

“You’re not going back to work until you’ve been cleared for it,” he replies, flatly. “Which you won’t be anytime soon, at this rate, because- one, I’ve made sure no one will bribe the medical staff to speed things up, and two, you’re skin and bone.”

“I would not go that far-”

“Sakazaki.”

Yuuya winces. It’s not fear: he hasn’t been afraid of Leone in a long, long time, even at his worst, even at their worst. But he recognizes the finality in that tone, and he knows there will be no arguing with it, no winning this discussion except by emptying that bowl.

Except he can’t. The smell of food alone is enough for the nausea to climb back up his throat, filling his mouth with a dreadful taste that threatens to bring anything he eats right up the way it came from. He doesn’t want it to happen, he’d love nothing more than to comply and be done with it, and maybe return to his job a little quicker than planned, but it appears his stomach isn’t listening to anything his brain says.

Well, Yuuya amends quickly, in the privacy of his own thoughts, that’s not entirely a bad thing. He’d stop listening to his brain, too, if he had the option, given that said brain seems intent on replaying Dr. Iwamine’s words, and his sickening touches, and his cold smiles over and over and over again. It doesn’t matter if it’s day or it’s night, if he’s awake or dreaming - the doctor’s ghost will always be there, sitting in a corner of his mind, saying he needs to be well-fed, wondering how long it’ll take for him to be ripe and juicy for Hiyoko’s Christmas roast.

Yuuya’s hands are shaking again. Crap. He wills himself to stop, because the last thing he wants is to show how weak he has become, but it’s no use; his entire body is betraying him, and the underground facility he’s recently been rescued from is only in part to blame for it. Maybe he is, in fact, unfit to return to the field, and he’ll have to spend the rest of his days confined behind some desk or with a bullet planted between his eyes. Maybe-

A bigger, rougher hand settles upon his, and for a second, everything goes quiet. The boy looks up in surprise, only to find Leone staring at him in silence - to near everybirdie, the older agent’s expression would be unreadable, but Yuuya has been around him for long enough to be able to decipher the subtle shifts of it, the way his eyes soften even as his lips remain pressed tightly together.

“Sakazaki,” he says, barely audible. “Yuuya. Stop.”

Yuuya sucks in a shuddering breath, bowing his head in shame. He wants to escape this conversation now, but the thought of tearing himself away from the physical contact is almost unbearable, and besides, none of his usual witticisms are coming to mind at the moment.

And still, Leone keeps talking, his voice never straining, never changing inflections. “Listen to me- it’s over. You’re safe. Iwamine won’t come near you ever again. If he tries to, I will doom this mission myself and shoot him in the head before he succeeds. You have my word on it.

“Now eat your dinner. You need the energy, and I need my junior agent covering my back. And this is an order, so I won’t accept a refusal from you. Do you understand?”

Yuuya nods. What else can he do? It’s an ingrained response, at this point. He only half believes it, honestly, but it seems to be the only logical reaction to have.

Noticing Trauma sentence starters:

"When you look at the Blue Fairy, you start shivering, like you're about to be sick. Why is that?” 

Relationship: Pinocchio-Geppetto (Piccolino no Bouken please❤️)

Have fun!

When you're in a competition for enablers and your opponent is Freenklin <3 thank you I enjoyed making Geppetto a clueless, unreliable narrator (but not the way August is, because I love August and I hate PNB Geppetto)

Noticing trauma prompts

The boy behaves so well, sometimes it's almost like he's not there at all.

It has given Geppetto a remarkable number of scares, admittedly. Even a few months in, and longer still since Pinocchio last gave him the slip, he can't shake off the thought that every delay and every quiet moment might mean the child has run away again. It's hard to believe someone could have changed so much - especially someone like Pinocchio, who looked irredeemable from the moment he came alive.

And still, it seems that a miracle has occurred. The boy goes to school and comes straight back, does all his homework and helps around the house, and eats everything that's put on the table without making a single comment - his face contorts momentarily, at times, when he puts vegetables in his mouth, but he remains quiet and grateful. That's the kind of transformation every man hopes for, when talking about their unruly charges.

At least, that's what Geppetto thinks. He's beyond happy, himself, and loves this respectable, peaceful life they've built for themselves more than anything in the world. He congratulates Pinocchio for his growth often, and thanks the fairy every change he gets, every time she stops by to see how the boy is faring.

He'd wish for these visits to be more frequent, if not for one detail: when they hear the lady's carriage rattling up the path to their house, Pinocchio gets more than quiet. He freezes.

It's hard to notice if one's not looking directly at him. It was only a coincidence that Geppetto became aware of it the first time, certainly. But since then, the old man's been paying attention, and the sight of it brings him pause.

He knows, by now, which habits the child has left over from the puppet, the way his legs swing when he's sitting, the careful gestures around his nose, but once the fairy enters the cottage, they disappear completely. Geppetto is welcoming and fretful, and Gina chatters happily for hours on end, but Pinocchio goes as still as a statue on his chair, only speaking when he's spoken to.

Politeness is a blessing, in their household, but this is also such a bewildering switch that it's difficult to understand why it would happen. It's not like the fairy is acting rudely, after all; she is soft-spoken and gentle, as she always is, prone to small smiles and kind touches. One couldn't hope for a better guest.

And yet, it keeps happening. Geppetto bears it for as long as he can, but one night curiosity gets the best of him, and once the lady has departed, he lets Gina waddle off to bed and puts a hand on Pinocchio's shoulder to stop him from following her.

"Say, my boy," he ventures, not unkindly, "you always get in a terrible state when the good fairy visits you- why, you look like you're about to be sick! Why is that? Do her talking animals frighten you?"

He'd meant it good-naturedly, almost as a joke, but Pinocchio's wide-eyed gaze near suffocates all of his amusement. The boy doesn't look like him - he barely looks like himself, from before he was turned - but there's something in his expression that reminds Geppetto of his own reflection in the mirror or in still water, back when he was at his most frightened, worrying himself sick over an ungrateful puppet.

The boy looks terrified. He looks like a fawn caught into a trap, and when he answers his voice is barely above a yelp, too. "I don't know," he says. "I'm sorry. I'll be more careful. Can I go to sleep, now?"

And Geppetto can't help but let him, can't do anything but watch him scurry away, with no more knowledge than he had before, and in fact more puzzled than ever. Should he be concerned? Should he pry with the fairy, to see if he'd get a more reasonable response?

Send me  🎲 + a number and I will put ALL my OCs into a randomizer

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  🎲 + 19

Sei una puttana con fin troppa fantasia tvb (and you won't believe who the randomizer picked!)

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Number 42 and Vector and Espio please bestie thank you

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Casual Affections Prompts

Smiling at each other from across the room

Emma's phone vibrates in her pocket just as her mother reaches the apex of her rant, her voice raising one octave more.

She's not quite sure what said rant might be about, actually, but at this point it's too late to stop the other woman and ask, at least without risking Snow White's wrath. Emma has lost the plot too long ago to even begin making an educate guess - something her father has done wrong, probably. She'd rather not know, to be honest, and by the time she surreptitiously pulls out her phone to check on it she's just about ready to make up an excuse to leave altogether.

However, the new message she finds manages to temporarily distract her from her woes - she taps it open, and feels herself frowning in puzzlement at the content, despite her efforts to keep a blank expression.

Nod some more, you don't look very convinced.

She looks up to scan the room, and within seconds she manages to spot the culprit, sitting at a table on the opposite side of Granny's. August smiles when she meets his gaze, and puts down his phone to raise his coffee cup to her, in a mockery of a toast.

Emma snorts under her breath, and glances down again momentarily, shooting a quick text back. Sorry if I'm not as good at pretending as you.

The response is immediate, if even more cheeky. Harsh. Weren't you supposed to be one of the nice guys?

Yeah, when I have some patience left.

Want an excuse to get out of here?

She raises her gaze, visibly confused. August arches his eyebrows and inclines his head to the side, almost as if to say, well?

Emma debates the pros and cons for all of a second, then nods, discreetly but wearily. Not a moment later her phone is vibrating up a storm in her hand, the incoming call screen lighting up so bright even her mother notices and stops mid-word, distracted - it's clear she wants to ask who it might be, but Emma doesn't give her the time to, instead pushing herself up and arranging her face in something approaching an apologetic look.

"Sorry, Mom- I'll be right back, I've got to take this-"

She only presses the accept button once she's stridden away, the door to Granny's closing behind her back, so she doesn't have to conceal the gratitude in her voice. "You're a bad influence," she says, grinning. "I owe you a drink."

She can hear August laughing on the other end, entirely too satisfied with himself for someone who's just taken part in a ploy to fool the legendary Snow White.

"Sounds like a plan," he replies, fondly.

Since we have never been able to have a sensible conversation about Vector ever, I have chosen to interpret this as freenklin asking about Vector in my Belle is adopted by the Chaotix AU, because it's honestly funnier that way

Also pinging @seagull-laugh because it's likely some of these ideas are stuff we discussed together but my memory is fucking unreliable sorry baby

Ask me 10 things about one of my characters

even though deep down he knows Belle doesn't need to eat he'll try to feed her constantly because his nurturing instinct is stronger than logic

he'll let the kids listen to his music when they need to calm down but he also has stuff on hand that he's sure they like for less stressful situation

speaking of music he probably does that very parent-like thing of sitting in the car with the radio on for a while before actually going into the house since children are exhausting and he needs to recharge

Espio is the one to go to for bedtime stories usually, but Vector is better because he's DramaticTM and does the voices

(this one was Hollie's first for sure but) yeah he definitely takes Belle to Tails for a check up after every minor inconvenience, even just a screw coming loose, because WHAT IF WE'RE UNDERESTIMATING IT KID?

on the other hand he would refuse to let her help with anything that needs repairing around the house, even though she was literally MADE for that, because he doesn't want to endanger her; however a) Espio likely set him straight after five minutes b) she looks the type of girl to try to do it when Vector's not looking lmao

he did set her loose in Don and Nite's radio station, though, one of those times he and Espio dropped Charmy off to have some alone time. Nite likes her more than he does Charmy because she has a good eye for the mechanics of his job and she is also A LOT quieter than her bee brother friend

he takes the kids on little investigative field trips that have little to no impact on actual cases to hone their detective skills and keep them out of the house

don't let Sonic X fool you. He can't be trusted to go get groceries alone. He WILL forget shit and mistake toothpaste for mayonnaise. He will.