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liamthemailman · 1 month
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You know where to find me-
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aka-tsubaki · 10 months
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Shizaya Week Day 2: Nightmare/ See you in hell
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integrityvictim · 2 months
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There was a box right next to Dalv. (how did it appear there?) On top was a note wrapped around a teal bow.
" I didn't think you'd see me amongst the crowd, but ya play the organ heavenly. Kage also enjoyed the music, so we made these ta celebrate. "
Inside were a bunch of cookies in the shape of Dalv's face! Some of the frosting on them are messy though...
– 🌟 (@passingthroughthenorthstar)
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cw angst under cut
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bunni-art · 6 months
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*casually death-grips onto the one person who makes her feel safe*
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notefellow · 5 months
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They are after each others throats mhm
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blaiddraws · 7 months
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Interlude 2: END
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OKAY SO. a while ago i was made aware that interlude 2's end didn't really FEEL like an end? and some people didn't even realize the interlude had finished.
so here i have FINALLY gotten around to sticking one last post onto it, to make it more like a proper ending to the interlude!
anyway. uhhhh. my guy isn't really thinking rationally right now. a bit of a panic lol :)
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I bring forth the promissed Tails angst headcanons!!! cuz god forbid I go to sleep on time and stay asleep. Most of these (all of them actually I think) are stolen or derived from works of other people over the time I've spent in this fandom, so y'all are more than welcome to add your own!!
This one got way longer than anticipated
× Not in any particular order, but my favorite one is gotta be that those two brown foxes always seen bulling Tails are his older siblings. "Oh but they don't even look similar!!" Shh Tails has leucism, which brings its own share of problems and an extra mutation to get ostracized for. Buuut the crux of this headcannon is that irl fox family structures work like that. Unlike wolves who playfight with no real harm meant, fox kits engage in lethal baby fights, usually ganging up on the weaker and smaller ones of the litter, while the parents continue doing their best taking care of the ones that remain.
× While the topic of not so great family is up, Tails got his gambling habits from his dad. Before he ended up abandoned in the woods, that was the only way he heard was a "quick and easy" way to make money. And back in the day when Sonic was struggling to make the change, Tails offered to help in any way he could. (This is more wholesome than angst but remember!! Gambling is the ultimate evil of the world!!!) That is to say, speedrunning getting banned from every casino he visited (this is cannon actually)
× Besides many other not exactly ideal horrible things his parents done to him, one of the smaller ones was that they refused to read him bedtime stories. Absolutely fucking not. So he ignored the jealousy he felt towards his siblings and learned to read on his own very, very early on. He also cried the first time Sonic offhandedly offered to read him a story book.
× Tails is really good at hide and seek, specifically the hide part. He had to learn to be good at it if he wanted to avoid another bruise or broken bone. He doesn't really enjoy the role of seeker either, bro still hasn't found his parents (could've worded that more seriously but I'm in a silly goofy mood) as such he also doesn't like the game.
× And he feels the same about Tag. Not a big fan of being chased down for the sole purpose of than being faced with sudden physical contact. I'd say it gets better with time as most of his insecurities do, but he refuses the play as he ages up, he has no time for that!! He's a responsible adult now!! (He's 11)
× He's also really good at swimming cuz he had to learn how to swim, if he didn't want to get drowned multiple times over.
× He likes it best when he's sleeping on an elevated surface since thats where he felt the safest. Because no one would think to look for an animal who's most adapted to dig a burrow up between tree branches.
× Also one is really big fan of Tails' namesakes subconsciously twirling together into one when he's uncomfortable around someone. Even years later when he no longer feels any insecurity about them or his capability to defend himself, he kept the habit.
× Tails' fur coat is really thick and shiny now that he can properly take care of it. It hides a lot of scars and the visible ones are usually assumed to be from work accidents. Most of them are much older than his ability to tinker freely however.
× Now I bring to the table something sillier; Forever short king Tails. Listen I love older/adult Tails taller than Sonic as much as the other guy, mainly cuz I Understand that frustration of your younger siblings growing taller than you, but for today's angst purposes, he had (has) really poor nutrition and extremely stressful environment, which stunted his growth, so he shall be short forever.
× Tying into Tails not getting to eat as often when he was a literal toddler; while I generally don't feel the need to have explanations or extensive backstories for likes, dislikes and phobias of a character, someone said that when Tails was a tiny guy and starving, he learned that chewing on mint leaves helped satiate the hunger just a bit so mint remained as his comfort food and I hadn't been the same since
× And at last, way back when, all alone in a tiny cave he found and took refuge in from time to time, especially the days he felt not so well, he was almost sure he'd die of sickness once. Tails was no stranger to getting sick or wondering if hed make it through another day, but with this one he genuinely felt like he was dying. Since then, he has fully accepted that any night could be his last. For a kid not even in the double digits, he is pretty lax about the idea of suddenly facing death for good. Sonic is not a big fan of that.
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packet-of-staples · 9 months
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Day 140 of drawing Papyrus until he cameos in deltarune. Hey, hey you know that one animatic? You know the Self inflicted achromatic one? Yeah, its a good animatic. If you have the emotional strength to watch it you should. Anyway teehee!!!! 💗
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daily-yanqing · 2 days
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(day 87) oops. maybe winning wasn't worth it after all...
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umbrabelmontvania · 4 months
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some stuff i drew last night
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ressioo · 10 months
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love the way you draw robofts
Thanks! Very glad about that
Wanna see them in pain?
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ask-prismaknight · 1 year
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Hey Prisma, has meta knight ever cried when he’s extremely upset or angry?
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anrisimps · 4 months
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Ch404
"In the end, being alive means you can do anything." '...Being alive means you can move forward.' Mixed with Kishiar's words, a voice that was the same but a slightly different statement spread inside him, like ripples on the surface of water.
BEING ALIVE IS THE BEST???? HAHAHA- *breaks down crying*
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"Why am I crying? I am not sad."
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cerealmonster15 · 11 months
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rewatched That One Scene to get the Vibes for this. it’s fine. okuyasu just needs 2 have his mind palace moment 😌
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ty @gaminegay​ for sharing the cool pose refs post w/the world ily
[the post in question] [send me some suggestions if u so desire]
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afewproblems · 11 months
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Part Three of my Kas!Eddie AU!
Part One, Part Two
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Steve hits the dirt hard as Eddie tackles him to the ground with his full body weight.
He tries to crawl away but Eddie's faster, flipping him around and dragging him through the rough brambles until he is directly underneath Eddie's snarling face.
"Did you really expect that to work?" Eddie growls, leaning down until Steve can feel his hot breath hit his lips, "did you really expect to escape me?"
"Thought it was worth a try," Steve groans, as Eddie presses him further into the ground, squeezing the air from him lungs, "you're a lot faster than the last time we were running".
By some miracle, he manages to keep his voice steady as he tips his head towards Eddie, "guess you didn't have wings, last time".
Eddie pauses, that same strange expression from before takes over before he shakes his head, his wild matted hair whips around them.
Huh.
"Stop saying those things," he hisses, raising one clawed hand to cup his forehead, releasing Steve's shoulder from his grasp.
Steve's not exactly sure what he's done, he wishes Dustin or Robin were here -granted if anyone should be held down by a God Damn vampire in the middle of the woods, he's glad it's him- but they others were always better at putting the puzzel pieces together in these situations.
Steve sees the way Eddie's shoulders quiver, the way he doesn't move his wild hair away from his face, how he cluches his head as though it's about to crack.
His heart breaks a little at the sight.
"Eds," Steve says softly and Eddie stiffens at the word, "why are you doing this?"
"Shut up!" Eddie shrieks, the words pierce the quiet woods as he shrinks away, the grip on Steve's other shoulder loosens even further.
"This isn't you," Steve tries again as Eddie howls, bringing his other hand up to hold his head.
He takes his chance, wriggling out from under the vampire, scrambling to his feet which slip and slide around the leaves and rotten mulch of the forrest floor.
Steve keeps the howling man in front of him until Eddie stops and crumples into the ground.
Steve stumbles away, throwing a hand out to catch a nearby tree to steady himself as he catches his breath. He hesitates, just long enough for Eddie to raise his head and whisper in a small, broken voice, "Steve?"
Steve shakes his head, breathing quickly, his heart in his throat.
"I don't know what's going on," Eddie whispers, as Steve takes yet another step back, his voice wavers and cracks into an inhuman whine.
"Steve I need, I need h-help".
Steve feels like he's about to vomit at any moment as he takes another step.
"I'm sorry," he whispers, the words come out wet as he takes off again, leaving Eddie behind him, crying out into the dark.
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"Tell us again," Nancy says as she paces the floor of Hoppers cabin.
Its finally morning.
They've all gathered around the small cabin, Hopper had decided it would be best to call everyone over after daybreak -once Steve had finished desperately explaining himself after throwing his whole body weight against the wooden front door and screaming to be let in.
Jonathan, El, and Will sit next to one another on the threadbare couch across from Steve, they look tired but not from the early hour.
Dustin sits on the floor beside Mike and Lucas who leans against Max's wheelchair. She moves her leg, still in its bright white cast and pokes Lucas in the shoulder -hard by the way he yelps and shifts away from her with a laugh.
Dustin alternates between shooting Steve hopeful and dirty looks -he's still angry then, perfect.
Joyce makes her way from the kitchen, ruffling Wills hair as she goes, before handing Steve a steaming coffee mug and hiking the blanket around his shoulders even further. He leans into her warmth, a stark contrast to his own mother's touch before remembering where he is.
Robin curls into Steve's side and yawns loudly in his ear as Nancy continues to pace and clears her throat impatiently.
She doesnt look at him, her eyes trace the windows at a point in the distance. It's the same expression she used to get in class when analyzing an English passage for Mrs.Click.
Steve sighs and scrubs a hand over his face, ignoring the sting of the cuts and scrapes from his time on the ground. They've been over this so many times now, he's so sure he's told them absolutely everything.
Well, maybe everything but the way some of Eddie's words made his chest tight in a way he wasn’t quite ready to deal with…
"I don't think it's going to be any different from the last two times Nance--"
"Kid," Hopper interjects in an uncharacteristically weary voice that sets Steve's teeth on edge, "just, explain it again and don't leave anything out".
A soft hand grabs his own, he flinches at the sudden contact before realizing that El has made her way from the couch to sit infront of him.
Her hair has started to grow back, the buzzcut has been slowly taken over by a mop of brown curls that frame her small face. Steve manages a tight smile as she squeezes his hand again.
"We will help him," El says with quiet conviction, as though she said nothing more than an objective truth.
The sky is blue, my hair is brown.
"We will bring your Eddie back".
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A lone statue stood in the middle of a desolate field. Wails of the hollow wind, and although now faint, but still present smell of death occupied its surroundings for the past five hundred years. Its only company since an unprecedented tragedy took place, washing the sky blood red and the clouds letting not but a sliver of sunlight pass through.
Up until now.
Now the young guardian, frozen still in time, with his last memories played on a twisted and seemingly never-ending loop, felt something warm hit the freezing stone's surface of his face frozen in permanent terror.
All it took was five centuries of being held in purgatory, for the guardian to be allowed to finally take another breath it seemed. But that was alright. He'd accept any punishment given as the consequence of his inaction when it counted. Now that it was finally over, he let himself savor the first gulps of air he had for the longest time.
It all but hit him with his failure however, as the dust and decay filled air entered his lungs. Its particles nesting now forever inside of him as a cruel reminder, no matter how much he coughed to get them out.
At last he collapsed, shaken, onto the ground as the eternal wait didn't stop there. It would be unfair to expect of him to adjust so quickly after standing still and hearing nothing but the cries of the helpless and innocent being slaughtered or driven mad, no? What's a few more minutes of taking in the desolate sight of what was once a lush valley with children playing and birds singing, now reduced to nothing but a forgotten graveyard and a destroyed home.
After adjusting to the reality he could now move through, he went and searched for any sign of life amidst the rubble, anything that moved independently of the rushing wind.
Yet the guardian found nothing.
Not even bugs or mice repopulating the ruins. Not even vines or grass dared to reclaim the buildings. They were exactly as destroyed as if they had collapsed yesterday.
Losing hope in finding life, something else caught his eye. Something that stood out against the rot and red, something almost completely out of place, a flicker of gold. And one that he recognized almost instantly.
He rushed to it with the only thing letting him know how fast his legs were moving being the sickening crunch of dust beneath the soles of his shoes, and what was left of his brother's cape getting closer.
Falling back to his knees not a second later to reaching his destination, he carefully picked up the tattered cloth. As if it was the only thing affected by the passage of time, it was still brilliant yellow, yet ripped and fragile with holes chewed at the edges of its torn fabric.
Every emotion suddenly rushed back to him as he held the cape in his hands and their weight got just a bit too much to bear.
He heard a muffled scream and hoped that whoever it was, they could wait just a bit longer for him to let him process some of his grief first.
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