Unbeknownst

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Silver and Blaze need their own game.

This is a topic I, like many Sonic fans, have given a lot of thought. Ignoring for a moment that these two haven't been playable in an official capacity outside of mobile games and spinoffs since... Black Knight? Does that count? The potential for story and gameplay with these two in particular is massive!

Story:

Frankly the plot pretty much writes itself. But let me explain what I specifically had in mind. The story would start with Silver in a burning city he does not recognize. Crisis city would serve as the opening level to the game. At the end of it Silver would be surrounded by monsters and attacked by Iblis before waking up in his home, this is a nightmare he's been having for weeks now. We would then transition to Silver's second level where he runs and glides through the floating islands of his current future. Why floating islands? Because floating islands are cool. We'd meet some new characters who, establish him a little bit of his own supporting cast, that is until a portal opens up and a shadowy individual pulls Silver throufh it.

From here we cut to Blaze who is rather unenthusiastically attending to paper work before someone comes in and informs her someone fell from a portal in the sky. This would star Blaze's first level with her navigating the jungles and beaches of her home island, before coming across an unconcious Silver whom she brings back to the castle. While he's resting the same shadowy figure emerges in the city unleashing monsters onto the townsfolk which Blaze then deals with for her second level in her capital city. After this Silver wakes up and the two exchange notes, with Silver agreeing to stick around so they can figure out what's happening.

From here we can spend time both experiencing visions of 06's future, chasing the new villain through both the sol dimension and Silver's future, and realizing the bizarre connection the two of them seem to share might be more than just weirdly good chemistry.

For some further explanation on my choices here.

I'm building the story as a followup to 06 for a number of reasons. For one it's the game that established them as a duo so if we have a game with the two of them naturally we're going to pull from it.

The series keeps alluding to their 06 partner ship as well. The above is a Colors DS screenshot in which they directly reference their time in 06. Sonic generations has the two both found in the crisis city portion of the hub and has them standing next to each other whenever they're in a cutscene. And they're often paired together in the IDW comic books.

Which is in no way a coincidence. Most of all however is that Blaze's place in 06 is, to this day, one of the biggest unexplained questions in Sonic's lore. Why was she in original timelines future? Why was she so okay with killing Sonic if she was Rush Blaze? If she's not Rush Blaze why does she have such nice clothes in the apocolypse? All questions we've never gotten a proper explanation for.

There's also the fact that I think finally tackling 06 head on would be healthy for the series future. The games impacts on the franchise are undeniable and can be felt to this day. For a while they seemed to live in permanent fear of the game, like it would come back and haunt if they said it's name too many times. Then we had the self flogging era where they "got in" on the joke. Nowadays they seem more comfortable referencing the game in a more matter of fact way, but finally ripping off the bandaid and just acknowledging the game outright in canon may be how they finally put it to rest. In service to that the ending could have Silver and Blaze choosing not to allow whatever past life they had define them, instead focusing on the now and what they can do for it.

Some character stuff you could do could be maybe Silver, due to the events of 06 is cut off from the time line. Everytime he visitis Sonic and co in the past his future is slightly different, the people he does and doesn't know change, but he remains the same. His memories aren't altered to match the current future and so he finds himself in a world of strangers, part of why he spends so much time in the past as Sonic and the others recognize him and he feels like he actually has a place there, but feels as though it's selfish on his part to stay and alter the timeline even more. Meanwhile Blaze could find herself worn out due to her responsibilities as princess, the expectations that weigh on her and finds herself longing for the excitement and adventure she felt with Sonic during their time together. Or something like that, I'm just spitballing here.

We could also reintroduce Marine as a proper "Tails" to Blaze's "Sonic", taking a page (heh) out of the IDW books by having her be much more mature and concientious of her duties in a squire-esk position.

Granted IDW might have over done it JUST little, at least with the tiny bit we see her, so maybe have her keep a bit of that energetic and cocky attitude from Rush Adventure, just toned down a little. You could show her more developed as mechanic, having pick up things from Tails and due to her own practice and training. Also make all her Australian slang incomprehensible to Silver because that would be funny.

Gameplay:

Right out the gate I want the game to be based on the open zone formula of Frontiers, it's the direction I want the series to stick going forward, no more pulling a Sonic Team and jumping ship to a radically different gameplay style for seemingly no reason again. With that said I think I'd like to see it refined a fair bit. Instead of several open zones we have two much larger open areas featuring multiple biomes through which you access the various levels. The Sol dimension would be the first open zone, with the main island and various smaller island surrounding it. Water vehicles from rush adventure could return and exploring would have a bit of a wind waker vibe, sailing from place to place. It wouldn't be as intrusive as Rush Adventure, instead of being their own segments it'd be real time vehicles you can get in and out of whenever and all the major islands would have fast travel points once discovered.

The other open zone would be the same structure, albeit with two main islands connected via bridges surrounded by smaller ones, except they'd, again, be floating in the air and you'd travel via air vehicles. I guess like Skywar Sword... huh.

Blaze would serve as a more traditional Sonic gameplay experience, high speed platforming and action. Specifically base her moveset on 06 Blaze, which featured a double jump, homing attack and grounded fire tornado attack, while also adding in her fire spindash and hover from Rush. Her combat would resemble Sonic's frontiers combat in the open zone, of course with a focus on her pyro-kinesis for her abilities. To put in fighting game terms, she's be a true rush down character with some light projectile stuff.

Silver would be slower. Now let me be clear, Not slow, slower. He'd still move at a good clip but would be outpaced by Blaze easily. In place of that his levels would be more platforming and puzzle focussed. Silver wouldn't ball jump or homing attack, like 06, but he'd have hover, a high jump and a psycho slash move which kept his momentum so as to not slow him down. Also while Blaze would have something closer to the Unleashed-Forces boost, which damages enemies, Silver would have the non-damaging frontiers boost. His combat would be much more projectile heavy, with psycho-kinetic blasts and slashes and aoe attacks. Maybe also some kind of psycho mine that when activated holds ebemies in place? I think it'd be cool. Again in fighting game terms, a zoner/trap character with some light melee and grappling options.

In the open zones you could switch between the two freely, including mid-combo, to tackle the various combat and platforming challenges and puzzles. For levels there are a few options. You could have dedicated levels for both character, the advantage there being that you can taylor each level to their specific abilities. Maybe even take something from Forces Sonic/Avatar stages with select levels using both of them. Alternatively you could have every level accessible by both but with different paths they can take based on abilities. Or you could have it so you can swap freely mid level, kinda' like Sonic Heroes. They all have benefits and drawbacks and I can't really say which one is definitively the best choice.

But now we reach the end of my essay... thing. Thanks for reading. Also all art were taken from official sources including Sega and IDW. Ttfn. Tuh tuh for now.

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Please Sega do thiiisss...I need it😬😅

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Can we please talk about that moment in s&b s1e8 when Zoya announced she had to go back to Novokribirsk to look for whats left Kaz litterally says

"It's dangerous to go looking for the dead. What you see may haunt you for the rest of your days."

I am 99% sure he thinks about that night in the boat and Jordie and his own traumatic experience because it still haunts him that's literally why he is wearing gloves and Inej just looks at him as if she knew he's also talking about himself, she just doesn't know the exact events and cirrcumstances yet and I won't be conviced otherwise

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Something About Love

Losing love is ugly.

Heartbreak is not a clean cut, easy to stitch back together. Heartbreak means ripping and tearing apart everything in what you believed, leaving the pieces torn and without clean edges. Some will be sharp like an obsidian blade. Those will open the freshly healed scars and cuts. The sharp edges turn into anger, into screams, into bursts of angry tears and hate. Some are dull and full of loss and grief. They make your heart ache even more, rubbing over sensitive flesh They will hurt when touched or thought of. They chafe and won’t sit right within your body. They make you want something that’s not there anymore.

Heartbreak takes healing. It’s no clean cut, it’s not an intended cut, one that one is prepared to get. It’s not a cut to be stitched back together easily. It’s not a cut that splits a heart cleanly in two, but one that leaves pieces and shapes and scrapes of what once was - shards that don’t fit together anymore. Some pieces get lost. Some shatter beyond recognition. Some are just not suiting anymore. Some are for you to give up on. Some are to keep. Some are to reshape. Some are to be combined.

Healing from lost love takes time. When your heart is shattered, and your soul is broken it takes time to heal. Sometimes time brings closure, or answers. Sometimes there are no answers to our questions, sometimes we don’t like those answers, sometimes there are only more questions. Eventually, acceptance will come, gather new love you didn’t knew you had and time within her arms and starts moving on. Acceptance will be the thread that sews all of the remaining pieces together, even though they won’t fit as they once used to. It only makes sense; you aren’t the person you once were either. Perhaps, there is no chance to rebuild what was before. Maybe it’s time to try something new. Maybe it’s not too bad to leave a bit of space between the odd pieces. Let the thread a bit loose. Leave gaps, for something new can blossom within them. New life, newfound or rediscovered love. It’ll grow together, as one, eventually. Some gaps will stay. They may be overgrown and often forgotten, but they serve as reminders of your strength, of your will to live and love and hope. A tender spot deep inside yourself to keep you human.

A spot that keeps you perfectly imperfect.

Just pour some love into those broken hearts folks.

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I decided to document the BOTW struggle and then completely forgot to post it here

Anyway, I present Link’s Adventure, to the song World’s Smallest Violin by AJR! Y’all wouldn’t believe how many times I had to die with good timing to complete this.

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redraw of sherrinford

"Sherrinford is more than a prison, or an asylum... heaven may be a fantasy for the credolous and the afraid. But I can give you a map reference for hell" - Mycroft Holmes (SHERLOCK S4E3)

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"But how do I love if I never learned how ?"

"Don't worry sweet child, you'll learn that on the way if you let your heart feel. I promise."

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Imaginary dancing

I feel like dancing with someone is way to underrated. I don’t want to dance with just someone I don’t even really know.

Because… just imagine. You and that someone. Soft music. You are close. Impossible close That someone’s hand is on your back, the other is holding your hand in the gentlest way possible. Your head is in the crook of that someone’s neck. You can feel their words resonating against your chest, whispered between the two of you like a secret meant for nobody else. The feeling of being able to just let yourself fall into that pattern of steps, carefully guided through the crowd or the living room. The feeling of their racing heart against your chest and your own racing heart, the feeling of their warmth surrounding you. The moment when the two of you pull away to stare into each other’s eyes, dilated pupils filled with deep affection. Your foreheads touch, you are so close. Your noses touch too, and you can see their smile. You have to smile too, and you lean in, because it feels right to kiss that grin. It’s like you are indeed stuck in your own bubble that isn’t meant to pop, and it doesn’t. It must feel like a movie scene without a camera, a promise of safety and love. I feel like it takes deep trust and understanding of each other to detach from reality, to move as one, without minding the crowd’s whispers or the stares of those who pass by.

It seems like an unspoken promise to keep the other steady, even if they lose their rhythm for a second, to let them guide you when you can’t see, to tell them you’ll have their back when they fall, to know you will be caught if you stumble. It’s a promise that they will hold your hand and come back after letting you go to swirl through the room. A promise that lets you know that you are in this together, because two are dancing that dance called life.

It seems wonderful.

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Bubble Perfect Love

Live made it never easy to love. It is sometimes complicated. For me.

I watch videos. And all the time I see those happy couples, those wonderful friends, the hugs, the kisses, the happiness, the sparkle in their eyes. I see how easy it is, for them. And I imagine. What if I had someone like that. What if I lay in someone’s arms instead of hugging my pillow with a death grip? What if someone spun me through the air instead of awkward me turning in circles in my empty bedroom? What if loving would be easy for me, too? What if could just –

I can almost picture it. The living room in that snug apartment that we rented, sunset peeking through the sheer curtains from Ikea and just the two us of slowly swaying to I can’t help falling in love with you, our mutual feelings openly displayed in our eyes. I can picture lazy mornings and late evenings, rainy days on the couch and the smell of your shampoo in the fresh sheets of our shared bed after a shower and those tight hugs and light kisses and intense kisses and reassuring whispers in the night. I can picture your warm hand on the small of my back, keeping me up when I’m about to fall down, your head in my lap when you’re exhausted. I can picture your warm smile, the crinkle of your eyes when you laugh, the bad jokes, the fights, the apologies afterwards and my head on your shoulder while watching the sun rise. I can picture that. But it hurts. Because it’s not real. It’s just a made-up bubble of perfect promises that you can’t catch because if you do it’s going to burst.

And for me, it’s too far away to even consider reaching out. I just hope that maybe one day, I can have that too. I keep that hope close to my heart. I won’t let it go.

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Imagine getting high on someones laugh....like, imagine the rush in your blood if you feel that someone laughing while they're flush to your chest...it has to feel like your heart is soaring through the sky

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If I was the villain of the story.

I’d have a broken heart.

A messed-up soul that just wanted to be accepted and loved. Someone who dances to old songs while planning my revenge. Someone who laughs an evil laugh when the right idea popped. All my heartbreaks would have made me insane and crazy, imponderable and incredibly mad.

I’d have those kinda glowing powers that I’ve been beaten up about. They underestimate me because I don’t look like much, but once they have seen my glowing eyes and yellow burning hands, they would hide and run.

I’d smile like the evil mastermind I am and have that confidence bubble around me. The confidence that grew from something that once was sickness of being threaten so poorly. I’d have a hard shell and a body filled with scars, and a heart so fragile it would break if shattered too hard. Sometimes the tears of that broken child would spill from my eyes.

I would want revenge. On the ones that broke me. I would want justice. But my sense of what’s right is too messed up, so that the justice I seek for the peace of my own soul seems too wrong to all those heroes, and they’d tried to stop me when I just tried to make something right for me. They think I’m evil, but I’m just broken. No one saw that broken child when they looked into my eyes.

And no one cared to pick up the pieces.

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I guess I just realized something. It's hard to find the right words, but I'll try anyways. A couple of days ago, i woke up with that unbearable sadness in my system. It ached and pulled on my heartstrings. It stinged in my veins. It vibrated through my whole body. And all I wanted was for it to dissapear, so that i could carry on through my day more easily. The feeling passed eventually, but that's not the point.

The point I'm trying to get to describes that feeling that sadness or feeling down is okay. And that feeling those unpleasant emotions is a part of my person. And without the sadness, the happy and joyful moments wouldn't be that wonderful. It's okay to cry, it's okay to dwell in your sadness, it's okay to be down sometimes. It's okay to cry about sad stories and poems, about bittersweet melodies and tragic misery if I feel like it. It's just my own reminder to be grateful for life, for my life, for the happy moments, and for everything my body allows me to feel. It's what makes me a whole. I guess it's just like sun and moon, day and night, light and shadow. There couldn't be happiness if you never experience sadness.

It's okay.

I guess I found that inner peace for myself.

It feels good.

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Cuddledates

I really want to go on cuddledates with the one I love. I want to do it again and again, at the start of our relationship, after a week, after a month, after six months after a year, after twelve years of marriage, when eighty years old. I want to really take the time to cuddle, I don't want it to become something that's normal, I want it to remain something special just shared with you. Like, I just want to drink some tea or hot chocolate, get cosy on the couch, in the hammock, under the covers. I want to snuggle up to your side and melt into the blankets and your warm skin. I want to put my arms around you and my head on your chest. I want to feel your body shift underneath mine, I want to press my body against yours until there is no space between us. I want us to softly talk to each other, whisper sweet nothings in your ears and listen to your rhaspy, silent voice against my collarbone. I want to feel your fingers on my face, on my lips, gently stroking my cheekbone. I want to hold your head flush against my bosom, scratch gently on your scalp, massage your shoulders and your neck. I want to feel your breath on my skin, and I want to hug you and cuddle you and make you feel home. I want to feel home in your arms. I want to cuddle and then fall asleep with you close by my side. You know. That`s really all I want.

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I want to love you and nobody else.

Dear future lover.

I want to feel. I want to feel you. I want to feel your eyes on me. I want to get a shiver running down my spine when I feel your intense gaze in my neck. I want to catch you staring my way and turn away in embarrassment. I want to tell you to stare as much as you want, I don’t mind your staring. I want to see that encouraging smile in your eyes, supporting me when nobody else believes in me. I want your eyes to scan over my body, taking me as I am, with a soft whisper on your lips.

“You’re beautiful”

I want to see that stunned glance when I’m wearing that dress you like so much on me. I want to get lost in your iris; witness the moment your pupils go wide as you’re staring right back into mine. I want to see that blush creeping onto your cheeks, while we stare into each other’s eyes, and listen to our shy giggles. I want to get lost in that love your eyes are showing while we’re snuggling under the blankets, see the spark of life in your eyes when we’re looking at the stars. I want to see that joy in your eyes when we go exploring. I want to see those tears gathering in the corners of your eyes and kiss them away before they get the chance to roll down your cheeks.

I want to stare at your closed eyes, with your eyelashes resting peaceful on your cheeks while you sleep. I want to wake up to catch you staring at me, but it's not embarrassing. I want your gaze to hold mine softly as we sway. I want to stare deeply into your eyes and find nothing but pure, deep love, shining just for me. I want to witness every moment with you. I want to see your gaze harden when you get angry. I want to see your eyes soften afterwards. I want to see that vulnerable gaze when you got hurt and wipe away your tears with my thumb. I want to find those cracks in your soul and press all my love into them to heal them and make your eyes shine again.

I want you to look at me like you’ve never looked at a woman before. I want you to look like you’re going to devour me. I want your gaze piercing me into place when it’s getting intimate and hot. I want to see your eyes getting wider when you trace my pure body with your eyes and hands. I want to see your eyes closing in comfort when I’m pouring all my love on you. I want to see you get high when I’m lavishing you with my love.  I want to see that fire in your eyes. I want your hands to slowly peel away my clothes, I want your fingers kneading into my flesh, my arms, my breasts, my everything, squeezing my skin, giving me shivers. I want to feel all of your bare skin on all of my bare skin, your naked chest against my back, your hands and arms holding me tightly on the next morning. I want you to touch me like you’ve never touched someone in that way before. I want you to be gentle with me when the covers fall, but I don’t want you to forget that I’m a strong woman. You’re making me stronger.  You’re making me whole.

I want you to hug me from behind while we're resting, sleeping, or napping, I want to feel your breath on my skin. I want you to bury your nose in my hair, just because you think I smell good. I want to feel you snoring against my back, I want to hear you say my name again and again.

I want to feel it. I want to feel your hand holding mine. Your gentle fingers laced into mine because it feels right, your hand giving me a reassuring squeeze when I’m not sure about all of this madness. Your grip steadying me when I’m not safe on my feet. I want to feel your hands running up and down my sides, I want them on my thigh while you’re driving, I want your touch to drive me crazy, to burn into my skin on the small of my back when we’re dancing, swaying slowly in the living room. I want them crossed around my stomach squeezing my fat roll when you’re holding me from behind.

I want to massage your scalp, your neck, your shoulders, your back when you’re in pain, and I want you doing the same for me. I want your hand draped across my waist clumsily and lazily when we’re falling asleep, I want to feel your arm getting heavier as your drifting away into the land of sleep. I want to fall asleep to your hand entangling all the knots in my hair that have formed over the day. I want to fall asleep to your hand stroking my head, my back, and my arms. I want to feel your fingers drawing small circles on that bare skin that got exposed through shifting in your arms, spreading comfortable warmth and reassurance.

I want you pulling me close while you’re unconscious sleeping, because even dead to the world I’m not close enough. I want you to pull me impossible closer when we’re cuddling. I want you to lay your head into my lap, so I can softly play with your hair while you’re falling asleep, your hands either on my hips or on my thighs. I want you to gently cup the cheeks of my butt when I’m hugging your neck. I want you to pick me up and spin me around, so I can hook my legs around your waist and not let go.  

I want you to know that I want to take it slow. I want to feel the passion increasing with every coming day. I want to fall more in love with you every day.

I want to tell you which songs are giving me shivers. I want you to know that I know the lyrics to nearly every old song but fail to remember if I switched the lights off. I want to waltz with you even though I can’t dance.

I want you to tell me I’m precious when I’m not able to convince myself of it. I want you to respect me the same way I’m respecting you, because this isn’t going to work any other way. I want you to ask me: “Can I kiss you?”, because you want to be sure I want the same thing. Because you’re too afraid to hurt me. I want you to ask: “Is this okay? Does it hurt? Do you really want this?” before we unite our bodies for the first time. Because you want to be sure. Because I’m too valuable for you to get hurt. You would know that I can stand up for myself, but you’re standing up for me if I’m too hurt, too weak or to broken to do it myself.

I want your hands on my face, cupping it gently, pushing away that one lock that won’t stay behind my ear, brushing away happy and sad tears with your thumbs while I weep. I want to feel the heat radiating from your body as we lay closely to each other, making me sleepy although I wasn’t before. I want to be hugged by you when I’m sad, when I’m broken, when I’m happy, when I’m bursting with laughter. I want to be hugged by you just because. I want to feel your fingers creeping under my shirt, pressing into the dips of my spine. Because I told you it aches and it’s fine, but you’ll do it anyway. I want to feel your fingers creeping under the hem of my shirt in the most inappropriate moments just to make me blush, I want you to hook your thumb into my belt while we’re walking down the street just because you can. I want you to grab my hand when we’re out with our friends, because you want to show everyone, I’m yours. I want to hold your hand tightly and run across a field of flowers with you.

I want us sitting by the fireside, roasting marshmallows under a sky full of stars in comfortable silence. We would be there, wrapped in a blanket, with you pulling me closer until there is no more space between us. I’d press a kiss to your cheek. Tell you I love you. I want to sit in your lap, looking into the endlessness above us and feel save even though the endlessness above us is scary, but I feel safe because you’re here holding me close to your heart. I want to be out in nature with you, the wind ruffling through our hair. I want us to be free and laughing and full of life – I guess I want us to be happy to be right here in this moment and happy to have the chance to experience all of this.

I want to go on dates with you. I want to go hiking with you. I want to build a fort with you and cuddle in it all night. I want to call you at that goddamn morning hour to tell you I love you. I want to go to a strawberry field with you. I want to go eat ice cream with you.

I want to run to you and hug you as tight as I possibly can after we were separated for too long. I want you to bury your head into my shoulder when you're hugging me from the side. I want to hold your hand when mine are cold or when I'm shaking. I want to answer "with my life“ when you ask " do you trust me?"

I don’t want you to get annoyed when I’m on my period, because I didn’t choose to bleed, get unbearable back pain and cramps on your birthday or on the day you wanted to go swimming. I didn’t choose to bleed on your sheets on purpose, so don’t be upset. I didn’t choose having this sh*t every month. Don’t pity me, I feel bad enough already. Be there for me. Hug me, put your warm hands on my cramping underbelly, love me, bring me chocolate, help me feel better. If that means I’m asking you to have sex with me, suck it up. It’s just blood. You can wash it. There are towels. We’re both going to feel better afterwards. Don’t make me feel like I’m disgusting because that’s what I already feel like. Don’t put your finger on that wound. It’s normal. It’s nature. It’s for me to carry our children one day. Having my period means I’m healthy AF and everything is okay with my body.

I want you to hold me through it all. I want to be so important that you’re going to drop whatever online game you’re playing to hold me when I need you because that game is just a game. I want to complain when you snap photos of me looking like a complete fool because you think I look beautiful. I will make those photos of you too. But I know they will look beautiful in our photo album one day.

I want us to wake up in the dead of night because it’s too hot to sleep, and I want us to go out to make the night ours. Even if we’re just sitting on our balcony drinking orange juice with ice in it. I want us to fall asleep in the morning hours because we danced through the night. I want to be foolish with you and howl at the moon, I want to dance in the streets, I want to love you all through the night.

I want us to have those honest 3.a.m conversations about everything and nothing. I want our little talks to be whispers through the night, muffled by yawns and cosy blankets. I want us to both be tired, fighting sleep because neither of us wants to go to sleep yet because we want to feel the other’s presence just a little longer. I want to shiver because the night is cold, and I want you slither closer to share bodyheat and use it as an excuse to sit closer to me.

I want to go swimming with you, to make out while our half naked, soaked bodys are so close together that no sheet of paper would fit in between them. I want to rent a boat with you and jump into the water on a secluded bay where it’s only us. I want to play with your hair all the time. I want to touch you all the time. I want to go picnic with you to watch the theatre of the clouds above, our heads lying next to each other; I want to watch a movie on the back of a rented truck at the drive-in-movies. I want to fall asleep with my head on your shoulder while we’re reading books on a comfy chair; I want to bury my head in your shoulder when I get scared by a movie and I want you to chuckle softly because in the end it was not that scary at all. I want to fall asleep in a hammock with you. I want us to wake up in the morning, and to whisper: “just five more minutes”. But those five minutes turn to ten, to twenty, they turn to hours in which we’re just enjoying each other company. I want you to watch over my while I'm sleeping, while I'm the most vulnerable. Your presence keeps the nightmares away.

I want to go on a road trip with you. I want to climb a high mountain with you and scream from the top of my lungs how much I love you. I want to have a snowball fight with you; I want to dance in the rain with you; I want to go to a small French village for holiday just because we can; I want to see the world; I want to make experiences with you by my side. I want to do it all with you.

I want us to fight. Hot and tempered. I want us to yell at each other over silly reasons. I want to kiss you just to shut you up, and I want you to kiss back, fierce and angry. I want you to trap me between yourself and a wall, hold me by my wrists so I can’t escape and hit you with a pillow. I want us to forget our fight because kissing you just feels too good to be true. I want you to pick me up, your hands holding me up by my butt, my back against a wall until we’re only making out because of lust and love.

I want us to grow. Grow up and grow old. I want us to be foolish together at twenty-one and at ninety-seven. I want us to be foolish together, I want us to have fun together even when we can’t walk on our own anymore. I want us to grow closer together, I want to show you every piece of my soul, all the blooming parts and all the parts that got shattered into pieces over the years. I want to show them to you because I know there in good hands – your hands – I know your love will help them grow back together again.

I want to be able to bury my face into your chest and hug you, and I want you to hug back even tighter. I want to cook for you all of your favourite dishes even though I maybe don’t like them too much. I want to take care of you when you’re sick, I want to stroke your head when you have a fever, I want to make you feel better when you’re down. I want to fall asleep in your arms, knowing I’m save and loved and cherished and the worlds alright for now.

I want to feel a soft sensation on my forehead or on the crown of my head falling asleep, just to realise soon after that you just pressed a sweet kiss there. I want to feel your lips on mine, kissing me soft and slow, because there’s no need to rush. I would never go away. I want to feel your lips fierce and longingly crashing into mine, teeth colliding and tongues brushing against each other. I want to feel your lips all over my face, on my nose, my temples, my jaw, my ears, my forehead. I want to feel your lips pressing into my hair in the evening. I want us to kiss in the morning not caring that neither of us has brushed teeth yet.

I want to smile like a fool because I know your gonna kiss me any second.

I want to feel your lips on my neck. I want to feel you pressing wet, open mouthed kisses on it, leaving lovemarks and gentle bruises. I want to feel your teeth grazing over my skin leaving innocent lovebites, and I want to feel you kissing them away in the gentlest manner possibly afterwards. I want to feel little pecks on my neck when we’re spooning in the morning, I want to feel your lips kissing my shoulder, pressing softly into the skin while your arms are holding me gently and the sun kisses us awake.

I want to feel your lips on my back, on my breasts, on my belly, on my collarbone, on my legs. I want to feel the warmth of your mouth sinking into mine while we’re lip locking, the warmth drawing me impossibly closer, making me shudder, making me sigh, and gasp and moan into your mouth. I want to feel your warm breath ghosting over my lips in between our kisses or afterwards, over my skin, over my everything. I want to give you everything of me in exchange for every centimetre of you. I want to kiss you to know what your smile feels like against mine. I want to kiss your lips just because I want to know what they taste like, what they feel like against my own.

I don’t like to sigh loud or moan anytime for whatever reason, but with you, I’m just waiting for you to draw those sounds out of my mouth. I’m just waiting till you make them as well. When you do, I just feel high cause you do that because of me. I’m proud how I can affect you. How you move, shudder, gasp, sigh, groan and moan because of the way I touch and kiss you.

I want to feel your arms tighten around me, because my head is in the clouds, and you don’t want to let go of me without a kiss. And another. And another. I would never go. I would never leave your side. I want you to kiss me just because you can. I want you to just kiss me because I’m me. I want you to grab my face, to look into my eyes and to press a tender, featherlight kiss onto my mouth, so that we’re losing track of time and letting your little peck on my lips growing into something more passionate and intimate till we’re lost in our touches.

I want to kiss you so badly. I want to make out with you until our lips are swollen and hurting. I want to touch your swollen lips to see what they feel like, if they feel like my swollen lips, raw and soft at the same time. But that wouldn’t stop us. I want to bury my head into the nape of your neck, into the curve of your shoulder and place there a kiss in return. I want us to snuggle in bed, wrapped into the blankets and each other’s warmth with us just kissing and kissing and kissing and longing for more. I could never get my fill of your kisses. We would be kissing the night away till the moon vanishes from the sky again.

I want you. Just you. 

I want to listen to you humming soft tunes, and interrupt that humming of yours with my lips against yours. I want to feel that humming, that vibration against my lips, against my mouth, against my cheeks. I want us to whisper love confessions all through the night till dawn, till the clouds turn purple once more. I want to whisper love confessions to you because I know I would combust from all the love in my heart if I couldn’t tell you. I want us to soak in our love. I want it to feel like there’s only us in this goddamn universe on this goddamn planet in this goddamn society in this goddamn city in this goddamn downtown street.  

I want to whisper I love you for the first time. I want to repeat it again and again so you can be sure, and I want you to tell me when you’re ready too. I want you to repeat and repeat and repeat it until I’m drunk with your love.

I want us to get lost in our bubble of affection for each other. I want it to feel like somethings slotting into place. Something that was wrong, but you haven’t noticed it was wrong until it felt right. The feeling of being home changes. I’d realise, that home is not a place anymore, it’s no house down the street, it’s not a place beneath a tree. It’s right by your side. You’re my home. Without you I’m lost. With you I feel save, you’re the place that can protect me from that strange, big world around us. With you, everything is at ease; by your side, I’m home. You’re home.

I want us to be wrapped in our embrace, nuzzling close to each other, noses touching, feet and legs tangled together or sprawled across the sheets. I want to let my head rest on your chest, tucked in right under your chin so I can listen to your heartbeat.

And even though we would be so close I would pull myself closer to your heart and wonder how I ever got so lucky that someone like you loves someone like me. How I ever got so lucky to know that you’re loving me from the bottom of your heart. And I know how it feels because I do too. I love you with everything my heart can give.

And laying here late at night, with nothing but you and the stars above us makes me realise that maybe I don’t need all of the luxury the world has to offer. It makes me realise that the biggest luxury is being here with you, someone who loves me like I love you. Laying here with you and loving you makes me realise, that I want to spend the rest of my live by your side. That I want to share everything with you. I want to be your fighter, your protector, your bestfriend, your queen, the mother of your kids, the one-woman show to cheer you up when you’re sad, the hand that caresses your cheeks, the lips that kiss yours. I want to be your lover. I want to be your safe house. I want to be everything you need. I want to make you happy; I want to see you smile and laugh and shake your ass of. I want to be there for you, all of the time. I want to give you whatever you may need. In the good and the bad moments, the highs, and the lows. I want to see you at your best and cherish those happy memories with you. I want to see you at your worst, scattered and broken on the floor. I want to hold your hand and get to know every part of you. And I promise, I will love you through it all, from the bottom of my heart. And I want to hold you and kiss you and look at you and touch you until I can’t no more.

[euclase]

Do you ever think you'll stop drawing fanart? No offense it just seems like the kind of thing you're supposed to grow out of. I'm just curious what your plans/goals are since it isn't exactly an art form that people take seriously.

Ah, fanart. Also known as the art that girls make.

Sad, immature girls no one takes seriously. Girls who are taught that it’s shameful to be excited or passionate about anything, that it’s pathetic to gush about what attracts them, that it’s wrong to be a geek, that they should feel embarrassed about having a crush, that they’re not allowed to gaze or stare or wish or desire. Girls who need to grow out of it.

That’s the art you mean, right?

Because in my experience, when grown men make it, nobody calls it fanart. They just call it art. And everyone takes it very seriously.

It’s interesting though — the culture of shame surrounding adult women and fandom. Even within fandom it’s heavily internalized: unsurprisingly, mind, given that fandom is largely comprised by young girls and, unfortunately, our culture runs on ensuring young girls internalize *all* messages no matter how toxic. But here’s another way of thinking about it.

Sports is a fandom. It requires zealous attention to “seasons,” knowledge of details considered obscure to those not involved in that fandom, unbelievable amounts of merchandise, and even “fanfic” in the form of fantasy teams. But this is a masculine-coded fandom. And as such, it’s encouraged - built into our economy! Have you *seen* Dish network’s “ultimate fan” advertisements, which literally base selling of a product around the normalization of all consuming (male) obsession? Or the very existence of sports bars, built around the link between fans and community enjoyment and analysis. Sport fandom is so ingrained in our culture that major events are treated like holidays (my gym closes for the Super Bowl) — and can you imagine being laughed at for admitting you didn’t know the difference between Supernatural and The X Files the way you might if you admit you don’t know the rules of football vs baseball, or basketball?

“Fandom” is not childish but we live in a culture that commodified women’s time in such away that their hobbies have to be “frivolous,” because “mature” women’s interests are supposed to be marriage, family, and overall care taking: things that allow others to continue their own special interests, while leaving women without a space of their own.

So think about what you’re actually saying when you call someone “too old” for fandom. Because you’re suggesting they are “too old” for a consuming hobby, and I challenge you to answer — what do you think they should be doing instead?

[talesfromthemek]

#I love the fact I’m ‘weird’ for writing fic but some guy painting a team logo on his beer belly is normal

[destielhiseyesopened]

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[takaraphoenix]

This whole modern approach is also seriously undermining just how important fanfiction is - from a historical standpoint.

The concept of fanfiction formed and forged the earliest stages of literature in Europe. Because the majority of authors in France, Germany and Great Britain looked at that funky little Celtic dude Arthur and thought “hey, he’s neat. I wanna write about him”.

The entire concept of a book outside of religious purposes was born out of fanfiction in my country.

There is no “first canon” for Arthur where he came as the prince of Camelot, with his sidekicks Lancelot and Merlin and his endgame love interest Gwen.

Arthur was some random hunter when he started out.

Someone’s fanfiction made him a prince.

Someone else’s fanfiction gave him a round table.

Someone else’s fanfiction gave him Merlin at his side.

Someone else’s fanfiction gave him Morgana, gave him Gwen, gave him his swords.

And, to this day, we still write Arthurian fanfiction. Literally last year there was a movie adaptation that is, by all intends and purposes, fanfiction, because it wasn’t even close to a literal adaptation of the source material (The Kid Who Would Be King). Heck, BBC’s Merlin, itself an Arthurian fanfiction, remains one of the biggest fandoms that people today write for on AO3.

You were a joke in the middle ages if you tried to write your own stuff. Who’s interested in your stuff? You were only a respected author if you wrote fanfiction. The most famous medieval German authors are famous because they wrote fanfiction about some knightly OCs they created who served on Arthur’s court. That is the literary legacy of the middle ages. Arthurian fanfiction.

Yet somewhere along the way, this concept of “I find x story/element cool and want to elaborate on it more, shift the focus onto an aspect of this original source material” has gotten this “eh, it’s fanfiction” connotation and lost respect.

Even though this very concept is still being used - even outside of the actual medium of fanfiction - and it is still being used for the very same purpose it was used for in medieval times. Original movies often don’t get as much recognition as adaptations of existing source material that the audience is familiar with. People see a movie about a character they’re familiar with and seem more inclined to buy a ticket to see the 10th new interpretation of Batman or Superman or Snow White. How are these new interpretations of familiar source material that usually add to the lore, reinterpret characterizations and dynamics, any different from fanfiction?

But heaven forbid we call The Dark Knight Nolan’s Batman fanfiction. No, fanfiction is that silly thing that we can’t take seriously, but that new Joker movie, that however is high-end art.

[stufflizleelikes]

SO IMPORTANT

[kyraneko]

This. Fanfiction is variations on an existing theme, simultaneously making use of and satisfying people’s existing love for a story that they’re happy to consume more of, and cultivating the synergy between an existing story/mythos and a new author who, in interacting with characters they’d never have created themselves, creates something that neither they nor any of the story’s previous tellers could have made all by themselves.

Fanfiction is the new whole being greater than the sum of its parts, and fanfiction is the story being made limitless, retelling by retelling, and it is wonderful.

[amuseoffyre]

It’s also worth noting that Batman himself only came into being because of The Scarlet Pimpernel, a series of books about an extravagantly rich foppish playboy by day, daring hero in disguise by night (I mean, loosely. He also fopped by night and heroed by day, but you get my drift). Written by a woman no less.

Batman is a transformative work with a modernised crime-fighting SP but also borrowing strongly from earlier comic books, and yet it is seen as definitive.

[zara2148]

Coming back here to say that I think the derision for fanart also has some of its roots in our capitalist hellscape.

It’s the age old “If thing not make you money, why you care about thing?” that’s so prevalent in the system. Of course some people do make money with their fanart, but I think that is still part of the scorn. 

It’s supposed to be something you do not just for fun, but for practice, people like this think. Once you’re good at it, you can drop it and make money by focusing on your OCs and original work!

[yespolkadotkitty]

**smashes reblog**

[tuxedoelf]

Couldn’t agree more. Fan art and fic are absolutely valid. We really need to stop putting an age limit on fun as well!

Funnily enough, my Mum sent me this just today. It was in the front of the Doctor Who book she’d just purchased. (My Mum’s in her 70btw… tell her she’s too old for fandom, I dare you…)

[theheroofheroes]

Fandom, fanart, and fanfiction is for everyone.  No, it isn’t something you “have” to grow out of.  If it brings you joy, then who cares?

[stargirl-judooz]

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