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Rewrites

I’ve been rewriting some of my works lately, because I came to the astounding realization that writing fanfic at 11:00 pm, might not be a good idea. Don’t ask what I’m as I’m writing this doing, it doesn’t concern you. Don’t look at when it was posted. Shut up. I just woke up from nap time, I’m not tired.

Okie okie but for realsies. If you’ve read something I wrote, and you didn’t like it, I would appreciate feedback! So far, I’m almost done with a rewrite of the Katami/Amy story, and I have one of Surge that was kinda like the Shadow one, that is in DESPERATE need of a rewrite. Like… oh goodness gracious. Also tweaked the Amy/Blaze one, but I’ve already posted a re-write, and I’m not sure if the changes I liked are in the already posted rewrite. I’ll check after posting this. If not, uh, should I post the new, new rewrite? It’s definitely better. Like. I didn’t like the first one. But this one is something I’d read and like. So. Take that as you will.

Also, thinking of posting on AO3, but I need to set up an account. I mean. I have. But that was in August last year. Soooooooo. Yea. This doesn’t mean anything btw. Just talking at this point. …

Two trucks, having sex. Two trucks, having sex. My muscles, my muscles… Involuntarily flex. Two trucks, having sex. Two trucks, having sex. My muscles, my muscles… involuntarily flex. Two pick-up trucks… making love. American made… built for tough.

I need friends with the same kind of autism as me. All my friends are either sane, have a different brand of autism, or both. And none of those are good to share my sonic-lesbian-ship-fanfics with. :(

I'm posting this everywhere so if you can support, or just share this around please do.

I can do

-Anthro

-Feral

-Human

-Mech

Basically anything that's not offensive or NSFW. My mom has informed me today that we need the money today or else they won't be able to bring me.

I have noticed a pattern…

Pokemon Legends: Arceus. The starters were Cyndaquil, Rowlet, and Oshawatt

Based on speculation, as the same thing happened for PLA, potentially starters for Legends: Z-A are Litten, Turtwig, and Totodile.

One Johtonian starters, one seemingly random starter… and one Alolan starter.

I am so excited for the next Legends game, as, if my pattern isn’t hopeful nonsense, the potential for Popplio to be a starter in the next Legends game is there, and if my girl is skipped out, you will not hear from me for a long time, as I will be busy balling my eyes out. I can barely deal with her being ignored by the overall community, if she’s not in the next Legends game, I might actually cry.

Anyways, if these are correct, u plan on picking Litten. Never got to use her before, I’m excited to see a potential new form! :3

Mommy asmr got me going down a depressive spiral 🥺 (I’m not good enough for mommy)

wonder who to hunt next

kinda got most of the shiny pokemon I wanted. Probably gonna go for a starter. I already have a shiny Primarina(fave started till death) but I technically don’t get them. They were traded. But I love her like my own. Maybe shiny Chicorita(she’s cute, useless, but cute). Would Cinderace or Meowsarada, but I don’t really like for their shinies. Idk. Def gonna post when I find one! :3

Petitions - UK Government and Parliament

Petition: Do not stop transgender people from receiving care in mainstream hospital wards

The previous government proposed changes to the NHS constitution which would mean transgender hospital patients in England may not be treate

Well fucks? Get to it!

*nom*

*steals*

When in doubt

Do a poly

a silly lil doodle i made after work to celebrate the 2 year anniversary of my first metadede fic.

it’s my sweet baby and i will literally never write 100k words ever fucking again

Night In (Amy-cule)

Calm. So very calm. Not as though recent days had been hectic. More, lively. But with Surge off helping her friend Kit pack his things to prepare to move, Shadow off on some mission with the rest of Team Dark, and Katami(Trans Metal Sonic(read separate fic)) was over at Tails’ workshop to get fixed after an incident with the oven, which also needed to be fixed. The house has never been quite this devoid of activity. Currently, there is only two people in the house, Amy Rose, and her first love, Blaze the Cat.

Amy had come to such a realization rather late in the day, while she was lying in bed, getting ready for the night. She saw how empty the bed was when she noticed how much free space there was on it. It felt weird to her, having grown to appreciate how close they would all be at night. Perfect for cuddles, and they would never get cold at night. She felt a tad lonely, that was until…

Blaze: “Hello Amy~…”

Blaze entered the room, fresh from a shower. She was draped in her favorite bathrobe, her hair hadn’t been tied up, and fell atop her head so beautifully, Amy needed to restrain herself from getting lost in the sight. 

Amy: “Heh-, hey Blazie…”

Blaze joined Amy on the bed, looking content.

B: “You look comfortable~.”

Amy snuggled closer to blaze.

A: “Yeah… heh, it’s been a while since it’s been just us here, huh?

B: “Mhm, … and I think I want to take full advantage of that~…”

Amy felt her face flush, and before she could say a peep, Blaze pulled her into a cuddle. 

A: “Oh…”

B: “Is something wrong? I thought you enjoyed hugging.”

A: “I-I do, it’s just… forget it…”

B: “What? Is this not what you expected?”

A: “No… actually, it’s perfect…”

Amy nuzzled into Blaze’s embrace, exhaling deeply as she felt herself be engulfed in her love’s warmth.

A: “Are you gonna read tonight…?”

B: “Oh, of course. I could’ve sworn I had forgotten something.”

Blaze released Amy, the latter would move to cling to the former’s waist, taking in her piney-clean scent. Blaze reached onto the nightstand, and took a large book off it. 

This tradition started sometime before the polycule. It began when Amy had noticed how Blaze would always read a book before bed. It started with simple questions, then evolved into being cradled to slumber every night by her love’s soothing voice as she would regale them with fantasy tales of knights and princesses, dragons and great castles, and lively taverns where adventurers would gather and rejoice over a successful journey. The current story book she was reading was one of a love not meant to be, a lowly knight and the princess of a mighty kingdom had fallen madly in love with one another, and can only show their true affection in shadows.

B: “”Your majesty…”, the knight kneeled, the princess stood before her, and gently relinquished them of their helmet. “Please… none are here… I made sure of it.” The knight climbed to her feet, and took the princess’s dainty soft hands into her steel plates mitts. “Abigail… I have missed your soft voice. Its beauty brings songbirds shame, as they know their cries and squawks could never match your simple melody…”, “Nataline…”. The princess helped her lover out of her chainmail, the heavy metal fell to the ground with a clang, the two having not a care for it. They spared the moment to embrace one another with their eyes, soaking in the beauty of their lover. The knight and her toned, broad, yet lanky figure. The princess and her thinner, fragile self. Before long, the two took to the princess’s quarters, scampering in the night, hidden under moonlight. “Abigail…”, “Nataline…”. The two would collapse upon the silk sheets and wool mattress, their hands roamed slowly, taking in every moment, every beautiful nook, cranny, and curve. They embraced each other till sunrise and after, their love for each other finally allowed to be shared, they found a greater solace in each other’s arms, silently parting the night would never end, that they could remain like this for all eternity and then some. But-…”

Blaze paused, when she heard Amy’s soft snoring, feeling her breath exhale onto her stomach. She smiled softly, her heart warming at the very sight. She made sure to fix her bookmark onto the appropriate page, and placed the novel back onto the nightstand. Blaze scooted onto her back, pulling her sleeping partner’s head onto her chest. With her love secured safely in her grasp, she allowed herself to drift off along with her. The room fell quiet, the only sound to be heard was crickets, and the shared gentle snores of embracing lovers.