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twixtandshout · 3 years

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Tagged by @pidgeonpostal! And not tagging anyone else because I have SOILED the original template (soiled it!!) in deference to my [brushes off skirt] mostly clean public-facing appearance.

...I’ve been making a lot of Spongebob memes lately for someone who has not seen Spongebob.

How many works do you have on AO3?

71!

What’s your total AO3 wordcount?

...306,834. Jesus.

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Uh. Many! I do a lot of one-offs (and/or start long things I never finish) in many different places. My top three fandoms by fics written are RWBY (29), Undertale (25), Gravity Falls/Transcendence AU (4).

Bet you can’t tell where my hyperfixations have fallen.

I’ve also got some Pokémon and Sonic the Hedgehog fics back on my ff.net account, or I think I still do, anyway, but let’s never go back there pls

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. Sweeter Than Honey (Undertale): Taking a Completely unsurprising first place, with over 600 more kudos than the runner-up, the haphazard Underswap fic featuring a post-college self-insert I wrote just after high school! I shake my head some at how overblown and ridiculous the gap between this and all my other stuff is (c’mon, guys, I’ve written way better fics), but this is also the fic which prompted me (and at least one other person!) to start using they/them pronouns. I’ve gotten a lot of really sweet comments about how seen and appreciated it’s made people feel, so I can’t get down too far about it.

2. To Be A Hero (BNHA): I don’t count myself as part of the BNHA fandom, for a number of reasons, but for something that’s arguably the main motivation for the entire plot, Midoriya’s quirklessness is something I’ve never thought has been handled well. This fic marked the first time I (somewhat tentatively) claimed the disability label (thanks again to Sweeter Than for prompting that realization) to hold that lens over canon. It also really shot up my chart, dang! It’s the only thing here I’d consider “recent.”

3. Three-Sentence Shipping (Undertale): Self-explanatory.

4. Brothers Beyond Bonedaries (Undertale): Ah, the way-overcomplicated AU³ I got nowhere close to finishing. One of the things I really like about Undertale is the interface screw, how Toby Fox uses the medium of the video game to pull off crazy things and enhance his game, but most of the fic written for the fandom seems dedicated to explaining it away, grounding it, rather than taking it to the next step and messing with the medium of fanfiction when you keep the story going. I tried to do something cool like that here, playing with questions like narrator and authorship and breaking the fourth wall, even taking the “final boss” fight to a “totally separate” fic reached through the first by link – but, well, then I never finished it, which probably didn’t make anything less confusing for the poor folks who missed the intent.

5. Spirit and Such (Gravity Falls: Transcendence AU): A whole fic written to line out a particular image I had, which, naturally, never made it to the page. I consider it a bit of a cautionary tale for myself when it comes to writing (near-)original content; there’s a lot I look back on and cringe. I still love the characters, though – well, the important ones – and I think just stepping away from the tried-and-true Mizar formula nets it a star sticker here.

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

>w>; I try, but a lot of the time I just don’t have anything to say? Like, oh, you liked it? Neat. There’s not much to respond to in comments like that, and then I’m weighing falling down on an ~obligation~ to respond to every message in my inbox vs annoying people with copy-paste fluff responses all down the page. Plus I know I make more of an effort to comment on things that didn’t get the attention I feel they deserve, so if I’m driving up my own comment count with nonsense, am I preventing myself from being in a position to receive more comments later? And then if I do comment, am I being too effusive or running people’s ears off explaining things they don’t actually need to know? Sometimes people just want to express interest or admiration and don’t necessarily want a whole peek and guided tour behind the curtain.

Can you tell I have anxiety? x3;

Anyway, I do respond when I can. And I keep most of the comments I’ve gotten to go back and reread.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Hm, hmm. Lots of stuff in the TQ Nonsense series would probably qualify! I’m thinking of Unfixable, Wolfsong, and Ethanol. And there’s Bursting Through A Blood-Red Sky (I Can Live, I Can Breathe), of course, but that was always intended to have a fix-it epilogue. It’s just that I wrote it in a couple of hours day-of, stared at it, and decided I didn’t wanna just then. But now that’s As Long As You’re Still Burning Bright (I’m Still Awake), and that’s probably the best romance I’ve written, so that one worked out.

Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve ever written?

Now and then! When the urge strikes. Uhhh, I’ve got a series of Doctor Who x Undertale crossovers I actually made a whole dang verse for that never made it to print. Get a couple great comments on that every few months or so. I think the World Trigger x Undertale crossover is probably weirder, though, by virtue of WT being a very small fandom. My enthusiasm kinda sputtered out on that one.

Mostly I just daydream crossovers with whatever happens to catch my eye at any given moment. I have a lot!!!! Though odds are out on whether I manage to remember any of them once the initial thought’s passed, lol.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Gotten a couple eyebrow-raising comments, but I think mostly I’m just too small a writer to draw that kind of attention.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don’t? think so? Think my tastes are a little niche for most people to bother ^^;

Have you ever had a fic translated?

I had someone apologize once for any language mistakes in their comment cause they had to run it through a translator! That’s not what you asked (the answer is no), but it’s very flattering to think that someone liked my fic enough to read and comment despite the language barrier.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes! :D @pidgeonpostal was gracious enough to agree to co-write Five Nights at Denny’s with me off an idea about shoes. This has fulfilled a long-held dream of mine (collabing with someone, not the shoes) and also introduced me to some lovely people.

What’s your all time favorite ship?

Who has time for just one? ;3c Honestly, I care more about the characters and how the relationship – any relationship – between them changes them than I do about ~A Ship~ as a solid, bounded noun-object. I’ve got characters I like more and less and feelings about who does and doesn’t have chemistry in which directions with whom, but finding anything that agrees with those preferences is hard, harder when you take alloromanticism into account. I’ll play in any sandbox with cool toys, especially if other folks have already built sick sandcastles there.

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

[kicks every single unfinished fic further under the bed] What nooo no WIPs here, everything on my account is either finished or does not exist

I’ve got a couple extra chapters of Sweeter Than floating around unposted, but 1. that fic’s a mess 2. high school Twixt and post-college Twixt are different people and trying to contort myself into three other me-shapes just cause people Like this fic is not something I’m super interested in 3. it’s headed for an emotional dip and I’d rather leave it where it is than post two chapters, stall out again, and leave folks with a bad end.

As for other fics... it’s looking more and more likely that v7 of my Yellow Brick Road AU will never actually make it out. >w>; I’ve got some really great ideas, but not enough to make me feel like I know what I’m doing, and that’s a big roadblock. Plus trying to engage with RT’s Atlas-Mantle worldbuilding in any serious capacity is... a headache. I can’t recommend the Happy Huntress Cinematic Universe enough, but it leaves some pretty big shoes to follow! And I’ve got small feet. <w<;

What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue’s fun, probably as an extension of characterization. I love tearing into what makes people tick, especially against the backdrop of their environment, the story they’re in, and the people they’re up against. Voice is a double-edged sword; I’ve been told my writing is really recognizable and individual, but on the other hand, I’ve been growing frustrated with with the limits of my narrative ability. There’s a strong rhythm I keep when I write (you might notice it here, even) but that leaves me feeling predictable and stale. I’m not sure I’m great at setting as a matter of course, but I’m pretty good at describing setpieces where the need comes up; that comes from my background in poetry, as does the fun I have with sublimating and abstracting complex imagery. And I think I bring some needed nuance to the universal. For good or ill, I don’t do what “everyone else” is doing.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Well, writing, for one thing. If I don’t know how something’s going to go and don’t have the urge to write it, it isn’t getting done, which means there’s a billion things that will never see the page and a few hundred more that are never getting finished. I lose momentum easily and have a hard time getting started, and I put way too much standing on finding a foothold with other people; as critical as I am of my work, I have high expectations for the stuff that passes muster, and it never seems to measure up. I’m also really uncreative. Yeah, I can mix up elements and extrapolate events, but coming up with things wholesale is really hard, which is why I avoid it wherever possible and steal/reskin stuff from other places instead.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

Something along the lines of “Hoo boy, I am Not qualified for this but hopefully it’s decent anyway.” Maria’s Spanish lines haven’t been a big deal – I’ve used it sparingly and, as a Latin language, it should be easy for English-speaking audiences to pick up on the gist – but I’ve had a harder time with Tai’s Chinese, both because I have Even Less background there and because it is, of course, an entirely different language system. If I write it out in English or Romanized italics, am I colonizing it or changing the meaning? If I write it out in the presumed-original characters (presumed because it’s Google Translate and who knows if I’m even barking in the right forest), am I confusing or alienating my presumed-majority-English-speaking audience? Where should I put the translations? Should I put the translations? And for Frisk’s sign language, thinking back, are the brackets I used instead of quotes alienating/infantilizing? I like that different characters give the text between a different feel, but I’m not an ASL speaker – and I’m pretty sure the word is “speaker,” which would only reinforce that that demographic would rather I didn’t do that. It’s important for all these characters, I think, that they use non-English language where it makes sense; it’s part of who they are. But as a white monolingual English-speaker, I don’t think I can really weigh in.

What was the first fandom you ever wrote for?

Thaaaat’d be Pokémon, followed closely with Sonic the Hedgehog. Whether those fics are still on my ff.net account or not (pretty sure I’ve purged them, but you never know) I’ve still got a couple saved to a folder on my current laptop, ostensibly so I can look back and see how far I’ve come and more practically to allow for the possibility of furthering group cohesion through public shaming.

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

I still like the idea behind The Man Who Is Atlas, and Burning Bright (Still Awake) gets props for being my current fic, though it’s currently in that spot where I’m excited to get new chapters posted but also quietly marking everything up in red pen. I think Harbinger gets the crown here, at least for now.

#answerin' stuff

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sugarhoneyseok · 5 years

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speak your heart, not your mind [01]

Pairing: bts x slytherin!reader

Genre: fluff, angst, hogwarts!au

Notes: this was originally a tom riddle ff lol, i also wrote this in one day instead of doing my break hw haha kms

When you first came to Hogwarts, you expected to learn about charms, hexes, curses, and jinxes. What you didn’t realize you would learn was jealousy, sorrow, and love -- and nobody told you that emotions could be more destructive than magic.

After tedious amounts of searching, you found an empty compartment. Most of the other compartments were full, or the people inside seemed to already know each other. Instead of trying to force a conversation -- you decided to let it happen naturally in order to avoid the awkward small talk. The only problem was that no one had taken the initiative to befriend you, which admittedly was something you didn’t have the right to complain about. A few kids had peered into your compartment, but none had approached you.

Ten minutes after you had settled in, you heard a soft knock on your compartment door. A rather handsome boy slid the door open and leaned in slightly. His black hair was slicked back, revealing a strong pair of eyebrows. Silver-rimmed glasses adorned his youthful face. A black tie was draped around his shoulders in a carefree way. He had a messy appearance, but seemed like a nice kid.

“Do you mind if I sit here?“ he asked, pointing at the empty seat across from you. “All of the other compartments are full.“

“Not at all.“ you said, moving aside your belongings to make room for him.

“Thanks, my name’s Jungkook.“ he said, shooting you a dazzlingly bright smile that could give Lockhart a run for his money.

He slid his trunk under his seat and placed a stack of brand new textbooks on the seat before sitting. In the midst of him organizing his things, you swore you saw something squirm in the left pocket of his robe; however, you didn’t spot any movement again, so you ignored it. Instead you shifted your focus to the flower fields outside. Little patches of lavender and dandelions grew alongside the tracks.

While you were busy staring at a lake through the window, a streak of brown flashed in the corner of your eyes. A tiny hedgehog dashed out of Jungkook’s pocket and hastily climbed up his left arm. The little rodent perched itself on his shoulder and screeched at you.

You raised your eyebrows in amusement. You’ve had people curse at you openly, but to have an animal screech at you was definitely a first. The only thing stopping you from hexing the poor creature was Jungkook. Jungkook noticed your reaction and laughed. He clearly found the whole situation hilarious.

“Don’t mind her, she’s harmless, she doesn’t bite I assure you,“ he chuckled, while stroking her head. “Her name is Peanut. My older brother named her that since he thinks her brain must be the size of a pea, so it just stuck.” snickered Jungkook.

“Are hedgehogs even allowed?”

“I’d hope so, or she’s getting the boot.” he laughed.

Peanut squeaked as though she understood him, but he shushed her and placed her on his leg. He spoke incredibly fast, but you caught on quickly. You found that he made quite the good conversationalist and enjoyed speaking with him.

Apparently you got a little too cozy with Jungkook though, since his hedgehog kept squealing at you, causing you to lose focus on what he was saying. Jungkook insisted that Peanut was harmless and just throwing a temper tantrum, but you weren’t convinced. Her squeaking was also getting quite annoying, but you didn’t have the heart to tell him that. He sensed your irritation and coaxed her into a small cage before stowing her out of sight. There was a brief period of quiet before he spoke again.

“First year at Hogwarts too, I suppose?“ asked Jungkook.

“Is it that obvious?“

“Your robes aren’t dyed with your house colors.“ Jungkook said, gesturing to your plain grey robes.

“Oh, right,“ you said, brushing some lint off of your skirt. You decided to ask him a question you should’ve asked sooner. “What house do you think you’ll be in?“

He crossed his arms in deep thought. “Hmm...I think I’ll be in Ravenclaw. Gryffindor would suit me too though.“

“Yeah, I can see that.“ you nodded. The traditional silver and blue house colors suited him well.

You looked him up and down and honestly, he did seem very much like a Ravenclaw. Ignoring the fact that he had a stack of books next to him, he just seemed like an all-around nerd, but in a nice way if that made sense. The glasses, whether they were real or not added a nice touch too.

You found that you didn’t mind his chattiness. His enthusiasm made things less awkward for the both of you as you got to know each other. He was certainly a bit of an oddball, but he made for good company.

A faint orange glow was beginning to sink below the horizon. By now, most of the kids in the other compartments had exhausted themselves with conversation and sweets, allowing you two to have a moment of peace.

For the past few hours, Jungkook had been spouting out random facts at you, but thankfully he had tired himself out. Candy wrappers lay strewn across the floor and you pitied the elf that had to clean it later. Jungkook slumped back into the red cushioned seats and sighed.

“We should almost be there I reckon,“ said Jungkook. “I’ll lose my mind if I have to sit here any longer.“

He popped what was left of a chocolate frog into his mouth and shoved the card into his pocket. Collecting chocolate frog cards was a hobby of his. He was fascinated with how they move or something along those lines. Earlier when the trolley witch passed by, he bought way more candy than he could eat, claiming that he was saving them for later. You insisted that they would go bad, but he shrugged and stuffed them in his trunk.

The train rumbled beneath you, occasionally making a creaking sound. Just as you felt as though you could have fallen asleep, Jungkook’s squeal woke you.

“I think I can see the castle up ahead! Look -- it’s on that hill!“ said Jungkook gleefully. He was so close to the window that his breath fogged up the glass.

The sun had completely sunk now, making it nearly impossible to see anything outside. You squinted out the window and sure enough, you could see the castle lights in the distance.

The chatter and bustle died as you approached the large oak doors. Professor McGonagall’s mouth was stretched into a thin line. She seemed tired, though who could blame her really when it was her job to deal with a bunch of nervous children. Her mere presence caused everyone to go silent.

She cleared her throat, drawing everyone’s attention to the top of the staircase.

“There are four houses,“ said Professor McGonagall. “Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin.“

Jungkook nudged you hard in the rib with his elbow when Ravenclaw was mentioned. You smiled weakly at him, wanting to get the Sorting Ceremony over with as fast as possible. You didn’t mind attention, but you didn’t like it either. Professor McGonagall continued rambling about some basic school rules that you couldn’t be bothered to listen to, so you directed your attention to the more exciting aspects of the school.

You were most looking forward to Hogsmeade trips and big events like the Triwizard Tournament, which surprisingly hadn’t been cancelled yet. When you came to -- you realized that the ceremony was about to begin.

“Follow me.” said Professor McGonagall, while straightening her posture.

As if the doors had a mind of their own, they opened as soon as she turned around. McGonagall strode forward, leading all of the first-years behind her. The Great Hall was more beautiful than you had imagined on the train ride. Golden plates and goblets sparkled under the candlelight. The banners above the four long tables were dyed yellow and many candles hovered in the air. The most wonderful part was the ceiling though, which had been enchanted to reflect a starry night sky.

Jungkook clutched onto the sleeve of your robe, making sure that he wouldn’t be separated from you. You could feel him shaking a little as the other kids were called up to the front. At first you thought he was shaking from his nerves, but no, he was just clearly excited. He clapped and cheered for everyone with equal vigor, regardless of house.

Finally his name was called and he gave your hand a comforting squeeze before dashing to the front. He had the brightest smile on his face as he ran up to the stool. As soon as the Sorting Hat grazed the top of his head, without much thought, it shouted --

“Ravenclaw!“

You clapped loudly for him and watched in slight envy as he skipped over to his fellow Ravenclaws. You knew he would fit right in and make friends easily, unlike you; but envy wouldn’t get you anywhere in life, so you brushed it aside and thought happy thoughts.

Towards the end of the ceremony, your name was called. You approached the steps carefully and sat on the stool. The inside of your pockets were drenched in sweat that you had tried to wipe off your hands earlier. McGonagall placed the hat on your head and stepped aside.

As soon as the hat touched your head, it came to life.

“Well, well, well . . . I think the answer is obvious here,“ muttered the Sorting Hat. “Such ambition and cunning . . .“

“Better be . . . Slytherin!“

The Slytherins erupted in cheers and welcomed you with open arms. In the midst of the cheers, you saw Jungkook jumping up and down at the Ravenclaw table for you. People stared at him like he was a madman, but he couldn’t care less. You gave him a thumbs up and hopped off the stool.

As soon as you approached the Slytherin table, people moved aside to make room for you. Everyone jumped at the opportunity to introduce themselves to the newcomer. Many people shouted their names at you, causing you to lose track of who was who. You started to feel overwhelmed by all the attention when someone stood up next to you and spoke in a soft, yet commanding voice.

“Relax, the Sorting Ceremony is still happening. We’ll all have time to introduce ourselves later.“

You looked to your right to see who had spoken. When you saw who it was, your jaw nearly dropped.

He was so beautiful that it was eerie. His snow white hair stuck out in multiple directions like he had just rolled out of bed. The contrast of his glossy pink lips and his pale skin that seemed translucent made him look even more ethereal. His eyes were a light blue with golden flecks that carried a mischievous glint to them. His entire existence seemed so unreal.

He sat back down and turned to face you.

“Jimin, second-year,“ he said, extending a hand. “Feel free to ask me for anything.“

Your cheeks flushed a light pink under his gaze. He held a strange intensity to him that scared you, but somehow attracted you at the same time.

You shook his hand and noted how cold his skin felt. After exchanging greetings with you, he focused his attention back to the front.

A few more people were sorted after you, most of them being Gryffindors. A few of the Slytherins around you clicked their tongues, but you didn’t really care. House hating was childish in your opinion, although you did believe that Slytherin was the best.

When the ceremony concluded, the Headmaster stood up and said a few words.

“Welcome to Hogwarts! I’d just like to say a few things,” said the Headmaster, with a twinkle in his eye. “I’d like to congratulate the first-years on their acceptance! I hope that you learn many things here during your stay that may, or may not pertain to magic.” And with that, he raised his goblet to conclude his speech and was met with loud cheers. As soon as he sat down, platters of piping hot food appeared in front of you. The scent of freshly baked bread, roast chicken, and gravy, stirred up your appetite.

Before you could eat though, the other Slytherins insisted on making a toast. Some people toasted to winning the House Cup, while you heard others mumbling things about quidditch to themselves. You shrugged and raised your goblet, toasting to a successful first year at Hogwarts.

“Let’s hope nothing crazy happens.“ you muttered to yourself before taking a sip of from your goblet.

#bts #bangtan #bts hogwarts au #bts hogwarts #jungkook #taehyung #jimin #rm #namjoon #yoongi #hoseok #seokjin #bts au #speak your heart #not your mind

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sonicfandomsecretsanta · 6 years

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This submission is from @bouncepaaad! I wish I had gotten a chance to draw something from it but I ran out of time.

For @spadeyque

- Sugar Cookies -

Sonic relaxed in the hammock hung in a corner of Tails’ workshop.

The big winter celebration was just around the corner, and even closer was the Christmas party Amy held every year at her house. The party didn’t start for hours yet, so Sonic had decided to while away the time lounging comfortably indoors, listening to the sounds of his best friend tinkering.

Sonic flipped the phone open and brought it to his ear, then promptly winced and moved it away when Amy’s distressed voice came through loudly.

“Sonic! It’s a disaster!”

The blue hero sat up, instantly alert. “What is it, Amy? Eggman attacking somewhere?”

“Noooo!” wailed Amy. “I was just about to make some cookies for the party, but I realized I don’t have any sugar!”

Sonic blinked, then looked nonplussed.

“Amy,” he groused, “You really called just for that? Can’t you just make them another time?”

“But I already mixed the dry ingredients together, I can’t just let them go to waste!”

Sonic switched the phone to his other ear, digging a finger into the one that had taken the brunt of Amy’s high-pitched protest.

“Alright, alright,” he chuckled. “Hang tight, I’ll be there in a sec.”

Flipping the phone closed, Sonic hopped out of the hammock and stretched.

“Gotta go, Tails,” he announced to his little brother. “Sugar emergency.”

Tails emerged from where he’d been working behind a spare engine, and pushed his goggles up past his forehead. Though he’d only heard half of the phone conversation, he’d already worked out the situation.

“There’s an extra bag in the pantry,” said Tails. “You can take her that.”

“Nice!” Sonic grinned, glad to have been saved the trip to a grocery store. He didn’t dislike running in the cold weather, or even the snow, but he certainly didn’t prefer it.

Once he had the sugar in hand, he poked his head in the workshop to let Tails know he was heading out.

The young fox had already dived back into his work and didn’t look up, only waving a hand from behind the engine. “Be careful, Sonic. Oh!” He popped his head out again. “And bring me back a cookie!”

“Will do, bud!”

With a wink and a wave, Sonic was speeding off through the cold, in the direction of Amy’s house. __________________________________________________________

Amy Rose puffed her cheeks in frustration at herself. Forgetting to check if she had enough sugar to make sugar cookies of all things! At least Sonic was coming to her rescue.

Sure enough, just a few minutes later she heard Sonic skidding to a halt outside her door. The sound made her heart beat a little faster, and she smoothed out the front of her frilled apron and hurried to let him in.

“Yo, Amy!” Sonic said, lifting a hand in greeting. He hefted the small bag of sugar for her approval. “This enough?”

“Oh, Sonic, thank you!” Amy gushed, latching onto him with a hug.

Sonic grunted and flailed a bit under the sudden armful of Amy, but didn’t push her away.

He glanced around at the evergreen boughs that adorned the doorframe, the lights strung up all over the place, and of course the plump tree in the corner covered with colorful ornaments.

“Wow, looking pretty festive in here!”

Amy pulled back, smiling. “Vanilla, Cream, and Cheese are coming by soon to help me with the rest. This place will be party ready in no time!”

“Well, I’ll let you get back to it,” said Sonic, preparing to leave.

“Wait!” cried Amy, gripping one of his hands. “You can stay and help?”

Sonic shrugged. “I don’t know, Ames. Baking isn’t really my thing.”

“You can just watch if you want to! I’d really enjoy the company.”

“Eh, well…”

“You can have the first taste,” Amy sing-songed.

When Sonic sighed and hung his head, she knew she had him. She squealed in delight as Sonic let her pull him into the kitchen.

At the table, Amy set to work immediately, filling a measuring cup with the delivered sugar and then mixing it together with some butter in a bowl. Just a few steps later, she had a mound of light-colored dough pressed flat with a rolling pin. She took up a cookie cutter and began pressing and wiggling it into the flattened dough.

As Sonic watched, he suddenly realized that the cut-out shapes looked a little…familiar.

“Uh, Amy…are those…me cookies? Wearing a Santa hat?”

The pink hedgehog giggled. She’d been wondering when he’d notice.

“Yep! The cookie cutter’s from a special winter release of Sonic kitchen goods! See?” She gestured to the item’s packaging, which featured a caricature of Sonic himself, wearing a red and white Santa-themed outfit.

Sonic raised an eyeridge. “Limited Edition, huh?”

Amy laughed again, but didn’t tell him that the cookie cutter had been a prize for a mail-in Sonic trivia contest.

She continued the rolling and cutting process, humming as she did so. It wasn’t long before the first batch went into the oven. When the timer beeped about ten minutes later, Amy donned some oven mitts and pulled out the freshly-baked sugar cookies.

Before she had a chance to set the tray down, Sonic reached over and grabbed one of the cookies with only his gloved hand.

“Sonic, they’re too hot, be careful!” protested Amy.

But Sonic shoved the whole cookie in his mouth without any regard for it’s temperature. He chewed bravely through the heat, only stopping once to suck in a gulp of air.

“Boys,” Amy sighed as she found a safe spot for the tray.

When he finished, Sonic’s eyes were bright with happy surprise.

“Whoa, I taste delicious!”

By the time Amy’s brain had registered his wording and indirect praise, a furious blush had already overtaken her cheeks.

Flustered, she tried to cover it by fussing with the oven mitts and reaching for a cookie herself.

“R-really? Let me try!”

She blew on it, then tried a bite from the cooled area. Her jade eyes lit up at the subtle sweetness and soft texture.

“You really are delicious!” Amy echoed Sonic’s words without thinking, and turned to the blue hedgehog with a smile, excited with her success.

Her breath caught when she noticed that Sonic was already looking at her, with not only a surprised expression but a soft redness spread across his muzzle.

A few moments stretched by as they stared at each other.

Sonic was the first to avert his eyes, reaching a hand back into his quills.

“Ah, heh, they taste just fine without any frosting. Are you gonna leave them like that?”

Amy snapped back to herself, and gave a little laugh.

“No way, silly!”

Amy quickly gathered all that she needed to begin mixing up small batches of different-colored icing. Then she filled some piping bags with each color and started decorating the little hedgehog heads – white for the eye area, a peach muzzle and inner ears, and the rest filled in with the well-known shade of blue. She did one color at a time on all of the cookies so that the colors wouldn’t mix, expertly squeezing out just enough icing for each tiny area. A carefully-placed chocolate sprinkle for each nose, and two green ones for the eyes completed the little treats.

Sonic had settled back into a chair to wait as she worked. At first he seemed bored, sitting loosely with his chin resting on his palm. By the time Amy had neared the last of the colors on the last of the cookies, he was watching closely, looking mesmerized.

“Y'know, I never realized before,” Sonic began. “I mean, for something I’m just gonna chew up in a few seconds, that’s a lot of work.”

Amy smiled softly, not looking up as she added the finishing touches on another cookie. “It doesn’t feel like work to me. I love baking, and I love trying to get all the details just right.”

The pink hedgehog was so absorbed in her decorating that she didn’t quite hear the “hmm,” from Sonic, nor notice the thoughtful look on his face.

She had nearly worked her way through all three dozen cookies, with only two left waiting for some blue icing, when the clatter of a dish suddenly caught her attention. She looked up to find Sonic had gotten up and was now rummaging around in a cabinet.

“Sonic?”

He turned, and had in his hand what he seemed to have been looking for – a small bowl similar to the ones that held the different icings.

“Uh, any of that plain white frosting left?” he asked.

Amy looked over to the large bowl where she had mixed together the original batch of icing. There was just about a cup left.

“Well, yes, but why –?”

Instead of answering, Sonic gently took the piping bag from her and put his hands on her shoulders, giving her a gentle nudge towards the kitchen doorway.

“You probably have some things to do to get ready for the party, right?” he said cheerfully. “Go ahead, I’ll handle things here!”

Amy resisted his nudge, glancing around at all the dirty bowls and spoons and general mess that accompanied a batch of baked goods. “But I have to –”

Sonic leaned around her and gave her a smile, one of the heart-meltingly charming ones. "C'mon Ames. I’m giving you a free pass here.“

It was true that Sonic didn’t offer himself up for cleaning services often. And she did have to freshen up and change dresses before Cream arrived…

"Well…okay,” Amy agreed. “But I won’t be long!”

A quick primp and a few outfit changes later (the red dress with the white fur trim? The green velvet pinafore? Or the candy cane print skirt? She couldn’t decide!), Amy returned to the kitchen. She was disappointed when Sonic was nowhere to be seen, but only slightly, as she’d been expecting it.

The sight of an amazingly clean kitchen almost made up for it. Even the dirty dishes had been washed.

As she drew near the table, she noticed an unusual cookie – a very pink one – sitting near all the others, with a slip of paper underneath it.

In a familiar scrawl, the note read:

“Amy - Just thought you deserved one of your own. Definitely harder than you made it look, but I hope you like it anyway! P. S. I took an extra for Tails! He loves your cookies!”

By the time she had reached the end of the note, where Sonic had signed his name alongside a little doodle of his head, Amy’s face felt warm with another blush.

She couldn’t help but smile at the cookie Sonic had decorated. The spiky, Sonic-style quills had been broken off and rearranged more closely around the face, resembling her own quillstyle. The icing on them was a rosy pink beneath the jaunty red holiday hat.

Some of the colors were smudged together and the eye sprinkles were a little uneven (not to mention the edible glitter that Sonic had somehow found and sprinkled generously), giving the cookie the appearance of something Cream might have decorated by herself, but Amy’s heart couldn’t have been happier.

Sonic had made something just for her.

On a whim, she took one of the Sonic cookies and set it close to the Amy one, so that their little sprinkle noses were touching.

There, she thought. Perfect.

The doorbell chimed, and, practically aglow with love and cheer, Amy went to answer it.

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