Big Appetite in Little Tokyo by PeachesRoseRobotnik, literature
Literature
Big Appetite in Little Tokyo
It was late in the evening in Tokyo, Japan, when a middle aged scientist sat in his office before a window displaying the storm outside, and worked on his computer. Lightning flashed outside, but the scientist payed no attention to it. He continued to work, but suddenly, a strange mist appeared in his office and from it, an old tanuki appeared. The scientist was shocked. "Who's there?" He asked. "You know me well enough, Akira Onodera." The tanuki replied. "The new wharf you want to build for your factory is a threat to our simple way of life. Things in this village have not changed for hundreds of years." "You cannot hold back progress, Ancient One." Akira retorted. "Since ancient times, this village has had its own form of protection." The Ancient One showed Onodera images of dragons and snakes in mist. "That's nothing but an old legend." "We will see what is legend and what is real when your accursed factory lies in rubble around you, crushed by the feet of a giant
Sonic sat on the couch and anxiously watched as Minni, Anion, Manik, Sonia, Aurora, and Tora wrestled each other, rolling around on the floor. He kept gazing out the window into space or zoning out at random, the thoughts in his mind swirling like a tornado. He didn't know exactly what it was that was bothering him so much, it was probably the fact that the famine had gotten so severe, that he barely had enough to give his children. So, here he was, trying to plan his next move. Was he really able to take care of six children? He didn't want to think of what would happen if he couldn't. He didn't want his kids to be taken from him. He didn't want them to end up in foster care or worse. What if they ended up living with Hyde? He shuddered at that thought. There was no way he would let that happen. "Okay, kids," he heard a gentle voice say, "It's time for bed." The kids whined, saying something about how they didn't want to go to bed, Tora crawling onto the couch and latching onto
Sonic and Geronimo by PeachesRoseRobotnik, literature
Literature
Sonic and Geronimo
"GERONIMO!" A loud voice bellowed as the door to the office swung open revealing a gray mouse that seemed to be in his early 60's. "Grandpa Shortpaw?" A younger aburn mouse in his mid 20's squeaked, having choked on his hot tea when the door was flung open. "What a surprise. I wasn't expecting to see you." "Have you seen today's paper?!" Shrotpaw exclaimed. A blue hedgehog rose from the seat he had taken beside Geronimo. "Aren't you supposed to be retired and traveling the world, sir?" Sonic asked cockily, a tone of defiance in his voice. "As a matter of fact," Shortpaw started, "I was about to go on a trip to the Artic to swim with penguins, when I saw this!" He shoved a newspaper in Sonic's face to get his point across. "Okay, I get it. But show it to the real reporter here." He gestured toward Geronimo, who was still confused as to what was so important about the daily news. Shortpaw gave the paper to Geronimo who looked it over. "This is ridiculous. There's no such thing as
The Christmas Heart by PeachesRoseRobotnik, literature
Literature
The Christmas Heart
Sonic woke up to his stomach growling. He sat up in bed and groaned, the pain blazing like a flame. "Of all the ways to wake up..." He mumbled, childishly rubbing his eyes and stretched. He got up and made the bed, knowing that Peaches was already up and doing whatever it was that girls did when they were getting ready for their day. Sonic slipped his already socked feet into his sneakers and tightened the straps before going to brush his quills out. Sonic trudged into the bathroom and began to brush his quills. After he got all the knots and tangles out, he fluffed it out as much as possible. After he deemed himself presentable, he made his way downstairs to the kitchen to get some breakfast. "Good morning, Prince Squishy," Peaches teasingly giggled as she heard him approach her from behind. "Mmm~ Whatchya making Peachy-Babe?" He purred, nuzzling the curve of her neck and wrapping his arms around her. "Quiche," she responded. "Sounds delicious," he replied, licking her neck. She
Sonic stopped running in a second. A delicious scent had found its way to his nose; a smell that was a cross between gingerbread and chocolate. Smells like Amy's getting ready for a special visit, Sonic thought, knowing that she was a huge believer in Santa; the jolly old man who gave joy and presents to all the good children of the world. Sonic hadn't believed until just a year ago, when the gang had one of the most hair-raising experiences ever. Sonic and his friends were coming home from a party in New Year's Village on Christmas Eve night, when they saw something moving across the sky. Looking up, they noticed what looked like Christmas decorations flying across the sky. "What is that?" Sonic asked, not quite believing his eyes. "Oh my gosh!" Amy cried. "Do you guys see that?!" "It looks like a sleigh," Sonic observed, squinting to see it better. "And. . .are those reindeer?!" The legs of the flying deer were clearly moving and one of them had a glowing nose. "It's Santa!"
Big Appetite in Little Tokyo by PeachesRoseRobotnik, literature
Literature
Big Appetite in Little Tokyo
It was late in the evening in Tokyo, Japan, when a middle aged scientist sat in his office before a window displaying the storm outside, and worked on his computer. Lightning flashed outside, but the scientist payed no attention to it. He continued to work, but suddenly, a strange mist appeared in his office and from it, an old tanuki appeared. The scientist was shocked. "Who's there?" He asked. "You know me well enough, Akira Onodera." The tanuki replied. "The new wharf you want to build for your factory is a threat to our simple way of life. Things in this village have not changed for hundreds of years." "You cannot hold back progress, Ancient One." Akira retorted. "Since ancient times, this village has had its own form of protection." The Ancient One showed Onodera images of dragons and snakes in mist. "That's nothing but an old legend." "We will see what is legend and what is real when your accursed factory lies in rubble around you, crushed by the feet of a giant
Sonic sat on the couch and anxiously watched as Minni, Anion, Manik, Sonia, Aurora, and Tora wrestled each other, rolling around on the floor. He kept gazing out the window into space or zoning out at random, the thoughts in his mind swirling like a tornado. He didn't know exactly what it was that was bothering him so much, it was probably the fact that the famine had gotten so severe, that he barely had enough to give his children. So, here he was, trying to plan his next move. Was he really able to take care of six children? He didn't want to think of what would happen if he couldn't. He didn't want his kids to be taken from him. He didn't want them to end up in foster care or worse. What if they ended up living with Hyde? He shuddered at that thought. There was no way he would let that happen. "Okay, kids," he heard a gentle voice say, "It's time for bed." The kids whined, saying something about how they didn't want to go to bed, Tora crawling onto the couch and latching onto
Sonic and Geronimo by PeachesRoseRobotnik, literature
Literature
Sonic and Geronimo
"GERONIMO!" A loud voice bellowed as the door to the office swung open revealing a gray mouse that seemed to be in his early 60's. "Grandpa Shortpaw?" A younger aburn mouse in his mid 20's squeaked, having choked on his hot tea when the door was flung open. "What a surprise. I wasn't expecting to see you." "Have you seen today's paper?!" Shrotpaw exclaimed. A blue hedgehog rose from the seat he had taken beside Geronimo. "Aren't you supposed to be retired and traveling the world, sir?" Sonic asked cockily, a tone of defiance in his voice. "As a matter of fact," Shortpaw started, "I was about to go on a trip to the Artic to swim with penguins, when I saw this!" He shoved a newspaper in Sonic's face to get his point across. "Okay, I get it. But show it to the real reporter here." He gestured toward Geronimo, who was still confused as to what was so important about the daily news. Shortpaw gave the paper to Geronimo who looked it over. "This is ridiculous. There's no such thing as
The Christmas Heart by PeachesRoseRobotnik, literature
Literature
The Christmas Heart
Sonic woke up to his stomach growling. He sat up in bed and groaned, the pain blazing like a flame. "Of all the ways to wake up..." He mumbled, childishly rubbing his eyes and stretched. He got up and made the bed, knowing that Peaches was already up and doing whatever it was that girls did when they were getting ready for their day. Sonic slipped his already socked feet into his sneakers and tightened the straps before going to brush his quills out. Sonic trudged into the bathroom and began to brush his quills. After he got all the knots and tangles out, he fluffed it out as much as possible. After he deemed himself presentable, he made his way downstairs to the kitchen to get some breakfast. "Good morning, Prince Squishy," Peaches teasingly giggled as she heard him approach her from behind. "Mmm~ Whatchya making Peachy-Babe?" He purred, nuzzling the curve of her neck and wrapping his arms around her. "Quiche," she responded. "Sounds delicious," he replied, licking her neck. She
Sonic stopped running in a second. A delicious scent had found its way to his nose; a smell that was a cross between gingerbread and chocolate. Smells like Amy's getting ready for a special visit, Sonic thought, knowing that she was a huge believer in Santa; the jolly old man who gave joy and presents to all the good children of the world. Sonic hadn't believed until just a year ago, when the gang had one of the most hair-raising experiences ever. Sonic and his friends were coming home from a party in New Year's Village on Christmas Eve night, when they saw something moving across the sky. Looking up, they noticed what looked like Christmas decorations flying across the sky. "What is that?" Sonic asked, not quite believing his eyes. "Oh my gosh!" Amy cried. "Do you guys see that?!" "It looks like a sleigh," Sonic observed, squinting to see it better. "And. . .are those reindeer?!" The legs of the flying deer were clearly moving and one of them had a glowing nose. "It's Santa!"
I am a total Sonamy fanatic although I have my own OC, Peaches Rose Robotnik, the adopted daughter of Dr. Ivo "Eggman" Robotnik. Peaches #1 is Sonic and he loves her dearly. Peaches loves Sonic and will do anything to help him through a background filled with sexual abuse, physical abuse, child labor, slave trafficking, and the starvation that seems to never leave him. Peaches has abandoned her evil heritage to help Sonic and his friends win their freedom.
Favourite Visual Artist
E-Vay/Myself/Evan Stanely/Shadisfaction/Angel of Happiness
Favourite Movies
Charlotte's Web 1&2/ Wreck-It-Ralph(only 'cause Sonic's in it)/ Sonic the Hedgehog
Favourite TV Shows
Sonic Underground, The Adventures of Sonic the Hedgehog, Sonic the Hedgehog, Sonic X, Sonic Boom
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
I have too many to list
Favourite Books
Comics that include Sonic and ones that are romantic fantasies, have to do with high school, or have talking animals.
Favourite Writers
Sega(which contributes to Ian Flynn. . .ugh)/ Sonamy writers/ Sonic X Reader writers/ Some Sonadow writers
Favourite Games
Most Sonic games but favorite so far is ultimately Sonic Forces
Favourite Gaming Platform
Nintendo Switch/ Nintendo DS/ Nintendo 3DS/ X Box 1/ Playstation/ Pc games
Wilbur. He was the most precious thing in the world. I loved him more than life. He was my baby boy. And now, he's gone. When I was in first grade, my family decided that we would adopt cats. My parents wanted two female cats, but there was only one. We named our beautiful female cat Daffodil. As we searched for other cats, I found an adorable gray tabby with yellow eyes. We adopted him and I gave him the perfect name: Wilbur. He was named after the pig in Charlotte's Web. As a kitten, Wilbur was curious and adorable. He would read our books while we read them to him. I would sing to him, and talk with him. For the longest time, he thought his name was "No Wilbur." One of the most adorable things about him is that he was addicted to the color pink. He would run off with my pink boa that looked like it came from The Great Gatsby and he also ran off with a white Barbie dress once or twice. Eventually, I came up with an adorable voice for him, one of which I wish I could share with all