I FINALLY WROTE SOMETHING.
I haven't posted to AO3 in... *squints eyes* 4+ years??? But I finally got off my ass to finish a fic, even if it is just a one-shot.
✨ Shout out to the ISAT hyperfixation and its awesome community to finally motivate my lazy ass to finish a fic and not just leave another draft rotting in the pile of unfinished stories. ✨
Tumblr is great except for when you’re scrolling through your dash daydreaming about your favorite blorbos holding hands and doing cute shit and then like a eighteen wheeler from left field you’re hit by a post for an obscure ship you haven’t thought about since the before times.
Nowhere else is my dash a cement mixer of every hyperfixation I’ve had since I was in middle school and I think that’s great.
Can't get over the thought of Link accidentally revealing his true feelings to Sidon because he hasn't gotten a hang of his new alien hand, compounded by the heightened emotions of learning Sidon is engaged.
PLEASE let me know if this is anything...
Really looking forward to some lampshading in Sonic Movie 3 regarding the Wachowski family and their proclivity for adopting strange alien children.
It may’ve taken all of the second movie for Sonic to recognize Tom and Maddie as parental figures, but Tails and Knuckles were speedrunning the found family trope. Hell, they are practically adopted by the blueray bonus scene.
Which begs the question of how long it’ll take them to adopt Shadow in Sonic 3. I’m betting Tom barely lays eyes on this edgy version of his son and is already on the phone with Maddie to discuss living arrangements while she browses online for more kid sized race car beds.
Yes I am writing Astral Chain fanfiction 6 years after the game came out and was relevant.
Yes I am focusing on an extremely niche shipping of the player character and Sword Legion.
No you cannot stop me.
It’s worth mentioning that the hole probably didn’t show up by dumb luck. I can only imagine it was worn down by a reoccurring flow of water, until a hole for the water to flow in was finally created.
Which is a good reminder!!! It’s not just chance that make good art. It takes a lot of effort and hard work, especially at the early stages when there isn’t a hole and it feels like everything you make isn’t going anywhere.
So keep at it!!! Keep pouring effort into the things you love and make your own damn hole!!!
Hey so what about the fact that Maria Robotnik’s last words probably fuck up Shadow for life.
Like imagine you’re created with the sole purpose of saving this one person - your sister, the only person on an entire space station who’s your age. You spend all your time together because again, you’re the only kids on a goddamn station in outer space.
And then you watch her sacrifice herself to save you. She gets shot and as the one person you were created to save dies before your very eyes, she tells you the reason you were brought into the world was to make everyone happy.
Oh and then you get captured by her murderers and frozen for 50 years like. The moment you land on earth.
Like what the fuck? Shadow is but a wee child and a space rodent who has never been to Earth and he already have more trauma then a seal team six of therapists could deal with, but let’s put everyone else’s happiness first I guess.
This is a callout post to disorganized and sleepy bitches (me)
Delete those random alarm times from your phone. You aren’t gonna need to reuse that alarm for 2:37pm anytime soon. I promise
ao3 drafts are great because it’s forcing me to finish the goddamn fic as an unrelenting one-month deadline looms overhead. either I finish editing or I have to redo my tags and summary, also known as a fate worse then death
sometimes I’ll be looking at my own fic just to see how long it’s been since I last updated it and all I feel is
✨shame✨
you ever get so drunk that you end up plotting out a 6+ season story arc for a “How I Met Your Mother” style sitcom starring Sonic the Hedgehog characters?
Because I’ve done it twice now and I’m starting to wonder if the universe is trying to tell me something…
I like to read and look at art. Sometimes I write about my current hyperfixation, which changes like the weather.
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