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Night In (Amy-Cule)(Fixed)

Same storyline of previous post, just went through and rewrote some parts, fixed grammar. Note to self, write fanfic at reasonable hours next time. Okay, done yapping. Hope you enjoy, Blazamy fans!

Calm. So very calm. The house was silent, and still. 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 I wrote)) 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 come bedtime. 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 across her head in such a way, Amy needed to restrain herself from getting lost in the sight. 

Amy: “Hi Blazie!”

Blaze joined Amy on the bed, looking content.

B: “You look comfortable.”

Amy snuggled closer to Blaze.

A: “Yeah… gosh, it’s been a while since it’s been just the two of 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. Goodness, how could i forget?”

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 kingdoms, 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: “Now then… ahem,”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 gentle 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 silken sheets and wool mattress, their hands roamed slowly, taking in every moment, every beautiful nook, cranny, and curve. They held tightly to one another 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 praying 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.

The sun had returned in the sky as if it never left, a yellow glow filled the sky. Entangled under their blanket, the two  were awakening as the sun shone persistently through the window. 

B: “Good Morning…”

A: “mmmmmmmorning…”

Blaze chuckled softly at Amy’s drowsiness, giving her a soft peck on the forehead before beginning to get up.

A: “nnooooo… stay.”

The pink hedgehog clung tightly to her love’s waist.

B: “Amy…”

A: “five more minutes…?”

As much as she preferred getting up at a reasonable hour, Blaze couldn’t justify saying no to that face. She would lay back down and give Amy her five minutes, then another, then another.

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 really about to dedicate time of my life to researching a character so I can potentially write them into my au.

I ask myself, “Amy I really about to add ANOTHER person to the polycule. Am I about to give Amy a FIFTH girlfriend?” Yes. Yes I am. Maybe

criticism welcome! Thank you! <3

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THE AMYCULE: prologue

I’ve been so into the Amycule recently, half because I think it’s really cute, and also half because I find the premise of Amy pulling all these bad bitches by being a sweetie pie to be incredible. Please enjoy this slop I’ve worked on over the last three nights, only after at least 9:00 pm.

Shadow

The clock strikes half-past nine. The moon is high in the sky, night had fallen over the city hours ago. The bright lights emanate from skyscrapers, illuminating the darkness. Gray clouds sag overhead, droplets of rain fall over the metropolis. The tallest of towers nearly reach said clouds, and shine like stars in an otherwise dark abyss. In the tallest tower, on the top floor, there is an apartment. A penthouse suite. It’s a luxurious space, full of the comfiest and most lavish amenities money can buy in this city. It’d cost a fortune to live there. But, for the greatest gem thief in the world, it barely put a dent in her finances. 

The room was quiet, with the exception of the juicy drama being spouted from the large flatscreen television and the pattering of rain against the windows. In the master bedroom, sprawled out linen draped mattress, cloaked in her scarlet silk bathrobe, Rouge the Bat, the world’s most notorious thief of priceless gems and precious stones, was relaxing, watching cheesy romance dramas and eating Rocky Road ice cream. A perfect night.

“Oh Ronaldo, you deserve so much better than him…”

Before she could dap the tears from her eyes that she got from the emotional rollercoaster “My Lover is a Hot Evil Demon Spirt from Another World?!?”, just took her on, a buzz rang throughout the house. Someone was buzzing her apartment. Who could be out bothering her at a time like this? Well, quite honestly, it could be any number of people. It was either one of Sonic’s little friends, or the police had finally caught up to her, and as troublesome the blue hedgehog could be, she’d rather deal with any of them. She begrudgingly got up out of bed and walked to the buzzer. 

R: “Who is this?”, she asked over the intercom, trying not to show how bothered she was.

?: “It’s me, let me in.”

She immediately perked up once she heard the voice. It was him. The Ultimate Life-Form. She felt her wit return, and she unlocked the building door.

Minutes passed, before the sound of the elevator arriving rings, and the sliding doors open. Dripping from head to toe, the rain water sliding down his quills, Shadow the Hedgehog enters the suite, naturally caring a brooding aura that surrounded his entire being. Before he could even take a second step-

R: “Ah ah ah~…”

Rouge pipped up from the kitchen island, still wearing her beautiful robe.

She tosses the soggy hedgehog a towel.

“Dry off first. No offense, but I like keeping my home clean~.”

Shadow grumbled to himself as he patted the cloth on his body and dried his shoes on the “Welcome” mat Rouge left specifically for him and Omega. Once he deemed himself dry enough, he threw the towel over his shoulder and joined Rouge at the table. As he sat on the opposite side of the island to her, she would glare at him with a knowing grin, waiting for him to say something. Shadow seemed more interested in staring at the quartz countertop, it was a lost cause, but it was worth it.

R: “Soooo… how was the date~?”

S: “…”

Shadow grunted to himself. This meant one of three things:

Either the date went terribly wrong, the date went fine, or the date went better than he could’ve imagined. 

R: “Shadow, you and I both know I’m not as fluent in grumbling as you~…”

She looked at the grim hedgehog with slight smirk. Shadow scrunched his face, before speaking.

S: “It-… it went fine…”

So it was the third one. If it went badly or was plain mediocre, Shadow wouldn’t had been afraid to be so blunt about his feelings.

R: “Just fine? Cmon Shadow, you can’t give me just that, I need to know everything!”

Shadow grumbled to himself again, a small patch of red forming on his cheeks, before looking to Rouge.

S: “What is there to say? We had an enjoyable afternoon.”

R: “Don’t be like that Shadow. Cmon, I just got to know…”

Rouge looked at Shadow with big sad eyes, before shadow finally relented to make Rouge stop with the faces.

S: “What do you want to know…?”

Rouge wondered where to start.

R: “Hmm… well, how was Amy? Where did you go? What happened? Was Surge or Blaze or Metal there? Maybe all of them? How are they? Did you give them those flowers we got? How was-?”

Rouge would ask a few more questions before stopping when Shadow cuts her off. She couldn’t help but notice how his cheeks were just the slightest bit burgundy. He was so adorable!

S: “Rouge!”

R: “Hehe, sorry…”

Shadow crossed his arms around his chest and turned away from his avian friend, looking down at the floor.

S: “… Amy seems to be well. She’s been occupying herself with her new relationship and it seems to be going alright…. We had dinner at her house, she made spaghetti, and Strawberry shortcake for dessert. It was… good, but she definitely could’ve spent a bit more time on the noodles… they were a bit burnt… but fine nonetheless…”

Rouge listened carefully, looking at her ally with a tired grin.

S: “Surge and Metal were there… Blaze apparently had business to attend to in her own dimension. They looked well… Surge seemed to be adapting to all this just fine-, I don’t think I’ve seen her so happy. I honestly didn’t believe she would survive domestic life. Metal seemed to be fine too. Well, I think at least. They certainly looked happy.”

R: “That’s good for them! I’m not sure how I felt when Amy announced they were all a thing, but I’m happy it’s working out okay for all of them!”

Shadow glared at the table again. He seemed a tad anxious about something.

R: “… so… how do you feel about it? Are you gonna join Amy’s harem~?”

S: “It’s not a “harem”, I believe the correct term is, “polyamorous relationship”. There’s a difference Rouge”

R: “Aha, I know the difference Shadow…”

Rouge looked at Shadow, waiting for his response.

S: “… I don’t know… don’t get me wrong, Amy is wonderful, so is Surge, and Blaze, and Metal-, surprisingly… but… I’m not sure how I feel about-… all this…”

R: “Hm… why do you feel that way?”

S: “I don’t know… I-… a part of me wants to… but-…”

Rouge could see Shadow has been struggling with this, she knows how he is when it comes to emotional intimacy, especially the level of openness required for a relationship. 

S: “… I need more time to think.”

R: “Of course. This is a just starting out, take all the time you need, Shadow…”

They would sit in silence for a minute or so, embracing the quiet. Rouge could see Shadow was truly thinking hard about this. 

R: “Whatever it is you choose, I’ll always be here…”

Shadow don’t answer, not even a grumble. He got up and began walking to his room.

R: “Bedtime already?”

Shadow grunted quietly.

R: “Goodnight Shadow…”

S: “… goodnight.”

Shadow disappeared into his bedroom, and silence fell over the living space once more.

Beautifly is just autism creature but a butterfly.

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

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question?

Sooooooooo

I have a shiny Balie form Oricorio. His tera type is flying. If I were to give him tera fire, would Revelation dance get boosted attack? Because the attack itself says it’s normal typing, but because he’s in Balie form, that’s means Revelation Dance is fire type move now. But would it get a boost from fire tera? pls help :3

tldr

would Balie form Oricorio’s Revelation Dance get boost from fire type tera?

I just sorta felt like it was a fun thing to consider. Makes sense in my mind that Metal would experience some sort of identity crisis once they are free. Idk, but I’d love to expand on it more.

{Metal Sonic}_404

Context:

Metal is no longer with Eggman, and now knows they aren’t Sonic.

A sense of being. A sense of person. Most everyone has one. The knowledge of who they are as a living creature. Of what they are. Of who they want to be.

It’s often something that forms over the course of someone’s lifetime. Molded by one’s experiences, their trials and tribulations. Some are told what they are the second they are born. The second they are made. Told by one they saw above all what they were, who they were, how to feel, how to live their life. All to suddenly find out it was all a lie. All of it. An entire life, a lie. Not even the life of one’s own. Born from a bitter man’s manic desire to rule. A man they once cared so deeply for. Their father…

A liar.

Who am i?

Who manipulated them. For his own selfish interest.

Who am I…?

Did he ever care? How could he? How could he…?

Who am I……?

How could he… …?

Who am I………?

HOW COULDE HE?!?!-

???: “Metal…?”

…

They were spiraling in thought again. This has been happening more and more recently, they’ve tried their best not to fall into deep thought around Amy or Blaze, but they slip sometimes. As evident here.

A: “Metal, are you okay?”

They quickly scanned the room, trying to recall what was going on. They were in the living room, the clock read 4:24. They were sitting on a plush pink sofa, and Amy was telling them about… something. Something about shopping? Did she go shopping without them? Did she go to their favorite mall without them? Is she leaving them out on purpose? Is she-

A: “Metal!”

They blinked, before nodding.

A: “Metal, are you okay? You seem distracted… is something going on?”

As if on instinct, they shook their head. This wasn’t her burden. It’ll probably go away anyways. It’s merely a stray thought. No need to think about it to hard. Amy looked at them strangely, as if she was trying to see through their emotionless expression.

A: “… is something on your mind?”

They remained still. Should they tell her? It couldn’t hurt… could it? Would she see them differently? Would she still like them? What if these feelings aren’t true? They aren’t true. It’s must be a glitch or… something. It’s not real. The shook their head once again.

A: “Are you sure…”

She took their hand.

A: “I’m here for you Metal…”

… why did she have to make this so difficult? Why was she blessed with the ability to read them so easily? They began to heat up(panic), they felt backed in to a corner. They were scared. Would she accept them? Would she acknowledge them? What if she hates them? What if they make this complicated? It would be so much easier to ignore it and keep things how they are. Why would he- they… their cpu began running faster, as they began getting lost in fearful thought again, until-

A: “Hey!-“

They were quickly grabbed and pulled into a familiar comfort. Amy had pulled them in, gently embracing the worried robot in her arms. Metal remained still, their servos locked in position, but allowing their head to fall onto her shoulder.

A: “… is it that serious?”

She took his hand and placed it in her arm.

A: “Tap once for no, tap twice for yes..”

… they tapped her arm twice.

A: “Is something happening? Are you hurt? Do you need help with something?”

… is it worth it…?

They tapped twice.

A: “Can you tell me what’s wrong?”

Since they’ve been with Amy and Blaze, they were able to have a decent voice box installed, thanks to Tails. They weren’t unable to speak. They just preferred not to.

A: “… can you write it?”

Were they really about to do this? Without thinking, they tapped twice once more.

A: “Okay, I’ll go get a pencil and paper, I’ll be right back…”

She squeezed them softly before letting them go and leaving to a different room. It didn’t feel good. But she had to. What would they even write? How could they begin to explain, when they weren’t fully sure how they felt? How to explain what they felt. 

She came back a minute later, a bit of paper and pen in hand. She sat back down and pulled Metal(?) back in. She slid the things into their lap. 

A: “Whenever you’re ready…”

They gripped the paper carefully. They took the pen in their other hand. They thought for a second, reconsidering this whole thing. They could lie. They could write something else, something less… whatever they were feeling was. … maybe… 

They began writing. They showed Amy.

“Who am I?”

Amy studied the question. Her brow furrowed as she considered it. 

A: “Met-…”

She held them tighter.

A: “Are-… would I be wrong… to assume, you are having issues with-… your identity…?”

They gripped her arm tightly. Too late to back out now.

They tapped twice.

A: “… I understand. To be honest, I’ve sorta been… expecting this?”

Metal perked up when they heard this. Had they really been this obvious about it?

A: “Do you… have a preferred name-, or pronouns yet? Do you know how you identify?”

They took a second to process the total acceptance by their partner. They tapped twice. They took the paper once more and wrote something quickly. “Katami”

A; “Oh. I see.”

They began to heat up again. How did she mean that? Is she disappointed? Is she upset? Is she never going to want to see them again? Is she gonna kick them out? Is she really-

A: “That’s such a beautiful name… Katami. I hope you know… I still love you… it doesn’t matter ti me how you choose to identify… you’re my precious Katami…•

… if they could cry, they’d be bawling. Maybe, they had been overthinking the wrong thing. They were surprised. But, not shocked at all at the same time. Over course Amy would still care for them. It was silly to think otherwise.

They tapped twice, before letting themself relax in her arms. 

She hugged them tighter, they could feel the tension in their servos loosen. The front door opened, soft humming followed the sound.

Blaze: “Hello Amy.”

Blaze joined them on the couch, taking seat beside the pink hedgehog.

B: “Is something the matter?”

A: “Yeah… well-… this is Katami…”

She had Katami face Blaze, who seemed confused at first. Amy leaned in and whispered something inaudible her, and Blaze’s ears perked in understanding.

B: “Ah…”

She looked calmly at Katami before carefully taking one of their hands into her own.

B: “Are you feeling well, Katami?”

It took them a moment to digest how loved they felt. They nodded.