Something I’ve been curious about is what happened to Sonic’s scarf. Did anyone pick it up, or is that a spoiler?
When Eggman took Sonic away, dangling in the grip of his Eggmobile claw, Tails ran in the opposite direction toward his workshop where his plane, the Cyclone, was waiting. He told the others to stay where they were. He'd bring the Cyclone to them. While they waited, Amy stared off onto the horizon. The little dot of movement they had been Eggman was already gone, but the sight of Sonic's transformed and weakened state stuck to her vision like glue. She realized, then, that sometime during the battle his scarf had fallen away.
She spent the next twenty minutes or so searching the grass. Even when Tails arrived, she kept searching, refusing to leave until she found it. Sonic loved that scarf. It was a very special gift he'd received years ago, just before their first adventure off Seaside island. A lucky scarf, he would sometimes call it--complaining if Amy made him take it off for special events. If she was honest, she understood why. He didn't look like himself without it.
She found the scarf between a pair of bushes a mile away from the Cyclone and held it close to her before pocketing it. She'd return it to him when Tails fixed this mess. Sonic would smile and thank her and maybe even let her fasten it into place for him. Everything would be good and normal, the last hour or so a bad dream.
Two extra minutes. That was all she'd taken before rejoining the others.
"Two extra minutes," Eggman sneered as he calculated the time it would take for the rodents to follow him home. "That's all I need."
Just give me two extra minutes, Sonic thought as he sunk beneath the sand, reaching out with his whole heart, wishing someone, anyone would take his hand.
It was just two extra minutes, Amy thought coarsely, as Sonic's freshly forged metal head turned to face her, the scarf burning a hole in her pocket.
"Won't you join us? The bath is big enough for more." His hand is extended to the women standing close by, studying their expressions. Yua stood relaxed but with her arms behind her back and gave Sylus a look that said 'are you ok?' while her counterpart, Miss Hunter, looked in shock, fiddling with her sleeve. Yua had a feeling that she may need to take the lead for this and luckily, the idea was forming in her mind. Smiling, the viera turned on her heel and said,
"I'm alright but I'm sure Miss Hunter would *love* to join you fine gentlemen on this evening." She knew the looks the doctor and the crime lord were giving and Yua was not going to interfere with what they have planned. Besides, those three in particular needed to relax. Linkon City might have its share of troubles but running around all over Etheirys can be tiring as well.
"Wait what?!" Miss Hunter sputtered out, shocked at her counterpart. To be fair, she wouldn't have minded spending some time with them both but she had to reminder herself that sometimes, Yua had no filter and knew exactly what she was doing.
"In times like these, spend as much time as you can with those you share your heart with." The viera answered, waving her off as she began to walk away. "You may not get another chance." The silence hung for a split second before she added: "Just don't go crazy with the evol usage because I rather keep my hot spring intact. Looking at you, Sylus."
That earned a snort from Zanye, who kept quiet during the entire conversation. She wasn't wrong given how much chaos the three of them unknowingly brought to the star. Instead, he moved from his position towards the edge of the bath. "We can safely say she has not forgiven you for your last stunt." Then looked towards Miss Hunter with a smile and putting a finger over Sylus's lips. "Save that energy for later. We'll need it."
Miss Hunter felt herself get hot in the cheeks and Yua knew she overstayed her welcome. Giving a two finger wave, she walked away but got in a last word: "Have fun, kids."
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What I Write; ~ The Maze Runner ~ Teen Wolf ~ Marvel ~ DC comics ~ Star Wars the Clone Wars ~ Original Content ~
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The Maze Runner
Series
Gladers are WCKD [Masterlist]
All
- Bonfire Conversation
- Dating Headcannon [F]
Thomas
Why don’t they just kiss already? [S]
Newt
This nightmare will never end, will it? [A]
Minho
“I despise you with every inch of my being.” “That’s not a lot of inches.”
Gally
- Please don’t forget me [A] (1/3)
- Who the hell abandons someone they love? [A] (2/3)
- I clearly recall begging you to come with us [A] (3/3)
Frypan
Klunk, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to-I um should’ve knocked. Um I-I’ll just go [S]
Winston
If you complain that it’s hot one more time, I’m going to give you a reason to sweat [S]
Brenda
I don’t want to sleep alone tonight [H/C]
Teresa
No matter how much I try, I can’t forgive you [A]
Aris
“I didn’t know you could cook.” “Oh, trust me I can’t.” [F]
Alby
Do you want to dance with me?
Ben
Don’t be stupid. You won’t be any fun if you’re dead [S]
Clint
Let me help you. I’m begging you to let me help you [H/C]
Jeff
Why didn’t you tell me sooner? [H/C]
Zart
Aw you’re ticklish [S]
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Teen Wolf
All
Look, you can answer my questions or I can break your nose, take your pick.
Scott McCall
You should have trusted me [A] (1/2)
I still miss you [A] (2/2)
Stiles Stilinski
I wanted you, Stiles. It was always you. [A]
Issac Lahey
Do you regret it? [A.S]
Derek Hale
Oh come on, I know you can do better than that [S]
Peter Hale
I never want to see you again [!!.A]
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Marvel
Avengers
- Where did that toddler come from?
- If we get caught, I'm blaming you
- I'd like to sleep now, thanks
Tony Stark / Iron Man
You just don’t care, do you? [A]
Steve Rodgers / Captain America
I really wish she'd stop hitting on women for me
Pietro Maximoff
They looked like a work of Art [F]
Bruce Banner / Hulk
You didn't think of me once? [A]
X-Men
Gambit
Put on a goddamn shirt [A]
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DC comics
Batman
Don't say anything else, just stay here [A]
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Star Wars the Clone Wars
Jesse
You didn’t seem like you were having such a bad time last night [S.F]
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Original Content
Impromptu Writing
- You left without saying goodbye [A]
- Maybe there were no right choices in that situation, but you definitely made a wrong one [A]
- I told him to never come back [!!.A]
The fairy of the river, the Green Lady, has sat guard of it’s waters longer than humans have walked the lands. She is a gentle ruler. She keeps her domain lush and beautiful and her subjects happy. She is just and fair.
One day
A mighty warlord from the west comes.
He cuts down the forests, breaks the rocks and ground, and dams the river.
When the Green Lady hears of this, her heart is filled with wrath and sorrow.
She levies an army to meet her foe.
She gathers the tree folk, the snakes, the birds of prey, the mighty elk and the awesome bear.
And she rides the wind to battle.
The Warlord sounds his horn and his archers let loose a volley, cutting down the Green Lady’s warriors.
When her forces hit the Warlord’s ranks the first rows are impaled on serrated pikes.
The Lady is now even more furious.
She drives the air to galeforce winds that make the Warlord’s forces lose balance.
She floods the river and sweeps away large swathes of the invader army.
She whips storm clouds and whirlwinds to strike thunder and lightning on the enemy.
The Green Lady takes the form of a noble elk and ploughs a line straight for the Warlord.
The Warlord pushes through his ranks, trying to get to her.
They meet in the middle of the conflict.
All around is lightning, flooding, tornados and cracks in the ground.
They clash.
They dance the dance of swords and death.
When the storms hit a fever pitch they lock weapons.
For a moment all is quiet.
In the cloud a single bolt of lighting reveals the fight of awful leviathans.
The Green Lady twirls around.
The storm comes crashing down again.
She hits the Warlord once.
The Lady draws first blood and beheads the Warlord in a swift motion.
The battle is over.
The Warlord’s thrall dissolves into dust.
The earth is sundered.
All about is craters, cracks, fire, and ash.
Years pass.
The land heals, the scars fade but never go away.
If you go there, you can still see where the ground split to swallow it’s foe and where the great elk and bear fell in their droves.
But you will see that it is all lush with life again.
1) Your FO is watching you, love in their eyes and filled with adoration. What does that look like, and how does it feel?
Hello Natlyia!! Thank you for the ask and sorry for the delay in response
This question feels somewhat abstract to me and I'm not sure how to answer it. I’ve written a short scenario that hopefully illustrates the answer to the question. I hope that’s okay!
Sitting down on the piano stool, I lifted the fallboard of the piano with excitement. I have been wanting to play this piece all day long and now I finally got a chance to do so. The piano lid had been propped open beforehand with a long stick, an invitation that welcomes expressivity. It was early evening, the sun but a sliver on the horizon, its last rays casting pockets of light and shadows across the spacious room and on the piano itself. I played the first chord which, although quiet in volume, filled the air. As I played, the sound filled the room, echoing off the walls, the bookshelves, and the windows. There was only the music and I.
Jonathan heard the sound of a piano from the room at the end of the corridor. He smiled to himself, not only has Autumn arrived in their universe, she’s playing the piano as well, which he hadn’t heard in a long time. Although Autumn is a pianist, she seldom plays in their universe thus moments like this are treasured by Jonathan. For he knew how much music means to her, and he loves to hear her play. He quietly pulled the door open, allowing just enough space for him to squeeze so that now he’s inside the room. The door shut noiselessly behind him. Jonathan leaned against the wall, admiring Autumn as she played. He carefully and lovingly noted the expression of concentration on her face, the way her fingers danced across the keys, the movements of her body matching the rising and falling of the melody. Occasionally, she closed her eyes briefly to savour the beauty of the music. Watching her, Jonathan felt a surge of admiration and love, almost bursting out of his chest. He never thought anyone could make him feel this way and this intensely. For the most part of his life, he was made to believe he was inferior, undeserving of kindness, let alone love. Yet, here is the woman who has shown him love when no other has ever done so. And he felt so lucky and grateful that she chose him. There were many other men around, he’s more than aware, perhaps men who had never done questionable things in their lives who would surely be more deserving of her than him. He remembered the time he was filled with self-doubt and how she reassured him that he’s the most suited person for her and that she loves him and accepts him as he is. Drawing himself back into the room, he once again observed her with adoration.
The last chord faded away into the air, the spacious room permeated with silence again. Autumn’s fingers left the keys and landed on her lap. She looked up and made eye contact with Jonathan. A surge of warmth rushed through her body as though it was the manifestation of his look of love. He never smiled much but the smile on his face lit up his features gorgeously, thought Autumn. How she loved seeing that smile! She stood up and moved towards, Jonathan did likewise. And they connected with each other in an embrace, one that spoke volumes of their adoration and love for each other.
Tagging @the-royal-niffler - thought you might be interested in this as I saw your ask in my inbox. Thank you for sending it in and I'm sorry I haven't answered yours properly yet.
Have you ever read the novel, Kakashi Hiden: Lightning in the Icy Sky? I was wondering if you had, can you write how Manako would react to the rumors of Kakashi being in a relationship with the new warden of Blood Prison, Kahyo. Plus Happy New Year!!!
I haven’t read it, no, but I imagine a situation like that would probably go something like this:
(Incidentally, thank you for giving me the inspiration for something short to write. I haven’t really felt like it much lately, but this tickled my fancy. I guess since it didn’t require a lot of thought the way most of my fics usually do...)
“So, is she pretty?”
“Is who pretty?” Kakashi asks vaguely, flipping through a brief on updating the village sewage system that is anything but brief.
“This new warden of the Blood Prison,” Manako says. “You know, the one everyone says you’re smitten with?”
Kakashi’s head whips up and he stares at his partner, who isn’t looking at him, seemingly occupied with a paperback romance in one hand and a toasted asparagus and mayonnaise sandwich in the other. At four months pregnant, her cravings have resulted in stranger food combinations than he ever recalls seeing.
“I’m going to kill Naruto,” he tells her matter-of-factly.
“I mean, if you’re leaving me for her, she’d better be pretty,” Manako continues in a mild voice, levering herself back onto the couch and the mound of pillows that have been placed there to support her back. Outwardly, she looks about eight months pregnant, and though they haven’t had the ultrasound yet, she’s rather confident it’s twins, since they run in the family.
The idea is both astounding and terrifying all at the same time.
“You know as well as I do that that’s a rumour,” Kakashi grumbles, irritated.
“Maybe, but you still haven’t told me—is she pretty?”
He frowns at her, trying to figure out if she’s joking or not. Pre-pregnancy, he would know for sure that she was trying to get a rise out of him; nowadays, she bursts into tears when the delivery guy brings chicken tonkatsu instead of pork. “I haven’t noticed,” he tells her, which has the luck of being true. He raises the thick sheaf of papers toward her. “Been a bit busy, as you can see.”
“No one is too busy to notice a pretty girl,” Manako retorts. “I spent the past three months with my head in the toilet, and I still noticed at the Five Kage Summit that Kurotsuchi has gotten hotter. She’ll be the next Tsuchikage, you just wait.”
“Because she’s…pretty?”
“You think so?”
This time, Kakashi senses the slightly shrill upward lift in her voice and knows she’s only half-joking now. “She’s too young for me.”
“By that logic, I’m too young for you.”
“That’s not what you said the first time we slept together.”
“That was before you managed to knock me up. Now I think you’re a dirty old man, just like everyone else does.”
“No one else thinks that.”
Manako snorts. “Yeah, alright, you keep telling yourself that.”
“I wouldn’t be Hokage if anyone else thought that.”
“Being Hokage doesn’t have anything to do with it. The First and Fifth Hokage were notorious gamblers, and Lord Third was a pervert, too.”
“How did we get from Kahyō to the bad habits of the Hokage.”
“Oh, Kahyō, is it? You’re on first-name basis?”
Kakashi opens his mouth to reply, immediately thinks better of it, and puts down his papers.
“I’m obviously not going to say the right thing tonight,” he sighs, getting up and crossing the room to sit on the couch with her. “So I’m just going to stop talking.” He reaches over and pulls her feet into his lap, then begins to massage them. “Any issues with that?”
“Mm.” The noise is noncommittal enough, but he observes the way her eyes go half-lidded and her mouth tugs upward.
“Didn’t think so.”
“Mm.”
Kakashi sets himself to his task, applying pressure to the balls of her feet and rubbing his thumbs across her insteps. Manako sighs happily and settles back into the pillows, one hand sliding upward to rest on the bulge of her stomach.
She might complain about it, but he’s caught her smiling to her reflection in the mirror a few times in the past weeks.
“She’s not as pretty as you,” he tells her, feeling blood rush to his cheeks. He still isn’t entirely comfortable with terms of endearment or affection.
Manako cracks an eye open. “You’re just saying that because I’m carrying your kids.”
“Kid. Singular. We don’t know for sure it’s more than one.”
“Speak for yourself. And one or two, it doesn’t invalidate my point.”
“Your point is flawed to begin with. I’d think it even if you weren’t,” he insists. “I can enumerate all your other attractive qualities if you want.”
“Oh, shut up,” she mumbles, cheeks stained pink. She’s even more uncomfortable with flattery than he is. “I thought you said you were going to stop talking.”
終わり
So, yeah, that’s how I see such a situation going. It’s also probably the only time Manako is insecure about herself is when she’s pregnant.
as far as i know, you can’t bottle sunshine. but what if you could? would it taste like raw happiness? the kind that radiates from a child’s laughter, or a dog meeting his owner after years? or would it taste like peace? the kind you can only experience after aeons of hard work, as you sit and look around, knowing you made it. what about comfort? would it taste like the feeling you get when you engulf the love of your life in your arms after spending all those months apart? and what about hope? would sunshine taste like that light at the end of the tunnel, that life-saver that shows up just when you start to believe that your life has lost all meaning? what about pride? would the taste of sunshine be what you experience when you realise that you survived whatever it was that, six months ago, you were sure would kill you? what about gratitude, then? what about the appreciation you have for all that has worked out for you? as far as i know, you can’t bottle sunshine. but if you could, it would taste like everything you wanted it to.
