#I'm so sorry my hand slipped

[bonerot19]

accidentally selecting the wrong option in a poll feels like Committing Irreversible Fraud

[niechys]

I need you all to know that I think about this post a lot. from this au by @keferon

*Pardon my anime boy First Aid I can't.

I need this to be a movie an anime or something I can't

I just winged most of the details cuz I don't understand how to draw mechs TTvTT

I also winged the Quintesson bc I have no idea how they suppose to look like. Only that I saw others draw them with green blood.

At this point maybe First Aid is a lot more comfortable in Vortex now

[what-am-i-doing-in-this-fandom]

this is their first date

[licorishh]

i love og soap too much. my stomach hurts. i don't feel good.

[iveneverdoneanythingwrong]

[twobellsilence]

the man with the plan

[oreegaanoo]

So uh... I drew a Missa

[pencilofawesomeness]

No one had said anything, because no one had been there but Suguru when Satoru had swayed nearly to his feet and then frozen, straightening back up in a way that didn’t allow for gravity, looking up to the sky like he’d never seen it before. It had almost been a relief to carry his unconscious body to the infirmary, because he hadn’t been conscious to fall to his knees again looking like he’d seen hell itself. 

—Achilles Come Down, Chapter 3, by HotCocoaaa ( @biscaani )

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...my hand slipped again guys. I love this song and I loved this imagery.

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“Oh, your love is sunlight”

—Hozier, Sunlight

[another-goblin]

[aceoflanterns]

"we could've been... us." (entitled no nightingales)

[shadamyheadcanons]

Hi there! I was wondering about the IDW comics-is there a way to read them online? I've been trying to find a way to read them but it seems like you have to buy them one by one. Thanks!

Tbh, I’ve been reading them online here, but I’ll be buying them soon. I’m just not sure which format I want yet. IDW has digital copies on their website - issue #1 is $1.99, and volume 1 (the first 12 issues) is $19.99. Places like Amazon, ebay, and Barnes & Noble have them, too. The art is incredible, and I would much prefer to buy physical copies so I could see it on an actual page, but the prices are pretty steep, especially for those fancy hardcover volumes, and they’re frequently out of stock, so I’ve been hemming and hawing about it. [Update: I’ve started buying the hardcovers since I posted this. I have the first three so far. The colors aren’t quite as vibrant in the books as they are online, unfortunately, but if you like having a physical copy in your hands as much as I do, I’d say they’re worth it.]

They did release a FREE issue about Tangle and Whisper, so if you’ve ever been curious about those two, check it out here! I really like them.

I’d highly recommend IDW not just to Sonic fans, but to literally anyone with eyes. It’s great for a million reasons, but I’ll focus on the art here. The covers are beautiful and action-packed, right from cover A for issue 1...

(Artists: Tracy Yardley & Tyson Hesse)

...to the latest, beautiful renaissance-inspired cover B for issue 59:

(Artist: Natalie Haines)

She made an actual painting for this, and she’s damn proud of it. As she should be. Just look at it!

More pretty IDW art and accompanying ranting under the cut.

I adore the introductions they give to the characters. Here’s Amy being a cute badass in issue 2. She’s earned it!!!

(Artist: Adam Bryce Thomas)

Side note: I like how they introduce characters in the order they were created, so Tails was issue 1, and issue 2 featured Amy. Knuckles didn’t show up until issue 3! This series gives Amy her proper place right from the get-go. It’s a nice touch.

Blaze is always cool in IDW--well, figuratively speaking. Look at her awesome introduction in issue 4!

(Artist - Evan Stanley, colorist - Matt Herms)

IDW’s artists do a great job portraying dynamic motion and physical impacts. There’s another really cool use of her powers later on, but I don’t want to spoil it! 👀

It’s not just the characters. The backgrounds and scenery are great, too. This is Angel Island from issue 9. Love the foreshortening in the back:

(Artist - Tracy Yardley, colorist - Matt Herms)

And the art being as good as it is fuels how strong the characters are. When was the last time the games properly showcased Amy and Cream’s friendship? IDW does it right, and issue 22’s art reinforces that:

(Artist: Priscilla Tramontano)

The context makes it significantly more heartwarming, too, but it’s another spoiler.

Apart from Amy, the one character who I think benefits most from this is Silver. This is his cutest, dorkiest, most endearing iteration yet, and I am here for it! Top two images are from issue 8, and the gardening segments below them are from IDW’s 2019 annual. It has some cute Silver/Blaze moments, and it doesn’t have any real spoilers for the main series. You can read it independently. It’s $3.99 on IDW’s website.

(Issue 8 artist - Evan Stanley, colorist - Matt Herms) (Annual 2019 artists - Jonathan Gray, Jack Lawrence, Jennifer Hernandez, and Diana Skelly)

I can’t help but smile whenever I see him. He’s cute in other iterations, too, but I always picture IDW when I write Silver.

Oh, and one last thing: after Amy and Silver’s cute meeting in Sonic 06, I headcanoned that she has a tendency to mother him. It fits well into the Shadamy-Descendent-Silver theory (y’know, that concept that was “sarcastically” suggested by Ian Flynn, Mr. IDW himself?), and I incorporated it into Shellshock. It was only after I’d gotten into the habit of writing them that way that I read further in IDW and ran into instances like these (spoilers removed):

(Issue 14 artist - Tracy Yardley, colorist - Leonardo Ito) (Issue 25 artist - Adam Bryce Thomas, colorist - Matt Herms)

And she is always the one to do this. No one else mothers him like this. Headcanon confirmed! Three points for the descendant theory!

[general-kalani]

{ Stolen from continued from here, closed rp with @the-expatriate​ }

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“It seems you underestimate my willingness to pat you on the head. Allow me to rectify that.”

He then proceeded to pat the smol Pari three times on the head.

He just couldn’t resist!

She was so smol, what could she possibly do to hurt him?

... Now that he thought about it, maybe he shouldn’t have tempted fate like this.

[long-live-astronerd-ghost-king]

DPXDC prompt. Field trip.

Some people would call gothamites petty, but given that most of the USA population treated them as scum, they believed that their behavior was justified.

They didn't like tourists, to put it mildly. Therefore, after learning that in their city were people on a field trip from Amity Park who could not leave Gotham for several days due to weekly escape from Arkham, the news channel immediately decided that a short interview from the guests would definitely amuse the locals. The reaction of outsiders never ceases to be ridiculous.

Reporter: ~Good afternoon~ Gotham News! May I ask you to share what you liked most about our wonderful city?

Mr. Lancer*still in a cold sweat and looks at every passerby as a potential villain*: Uh, no, me..It's so unexpected. Well, first of all, people here are very…

Danny *is high after the tasting samples Dr. Crane gave him for free and is extremely eager to share his happiness with others*,* picks a microphone*.

Danny: Gotham is the best city in the world! Like seriously, damn, I'd like to die here. Although there are constant shootings somewhere, half the time people don't even shoot at me! I haven't been this relaxed since middle school! And in the evenings, there is often such a pleasant scent of fear and despair on the streets. This fear toxin of yours is a real miracle! It's sooo good!

Sam *decides to take the initiative in her own hands before Fenton says too much*: Personally, I am very pleased with the number of green spaces you have in your city. It's nice to see that here eco-activists are really being listened to. Also, the fact that most restaurants have a thoughtful menu for vegetarians left a very pleasant impression.

Dash in his favorite T-shirt "it's not gay if he's dead": Four words. Hips of Red Hood. The fact that it is not marked in the guidebook as the main attraction of the Crime Alley is a real crime. This dude clearly never skips leg days. My respect.

Tucker: What can I say? The speed of internet here, even during villains attacks, is absolutely  unbelievable. I don't want to leave this place.

Jazz: I love Gotham! Finally, I was able to buy all the works published by Dr. Harleen Quinzel. *girl picks up an impressive stack of books* For some reason, they are not available online.

The camera points at a red-haired guy with a twitching eye.

Wes: I'm 85% sure Bruce Wayne is Batman. I have a proof and I am ready to provide it.

A girl with a "Good Guess" pin from Riddler enters and takes camera away from conspiracy theorist.

Star: Sorry, he slipped out at night and went to look for problems. Again. Don't pay any attention to him. He's always like this when he drinks more than two energy drinks in a row.

[shaddowsong]

I'm so sorry op but it sounded so much like an ode and...

i.

four strong

strapping, beautiful

lads took my life

apart piece by piece

with steady hands

I loved them

I fed them slice

after slice, the hum of

their voices slipped 

through me

a warm, familiar bliss

until they left

the ache was instant

my moving 

lads come back

to me you’re so strong

and so well trained

with heavy lifting

ii.

I miss them 

my moving men

so handsome 

beautiful

efficient

each strong movement 

tight and neat 

like the click of a minute

wrapping me up with care

like a rickety piece of furniture

they loved 

my humble offering

they knew how to drive

the big, big truck

come back to me

my moving men

iii.

moving

men please come

move me

in your big strong arms

comply

with local safety

regulations and the company’s

values. 

iv.

one of the men had

a dangling earring and

a stud so I told him

I liked them he 

told me about the beginning

a lost stud and the girl who

gave him a pink duck 

to hang in its place

fuzzy, fantastical

he didn’t give

one single

fuck

about the laughter that failed

to pull him down

now one

always dangles

delicate

alluring

am I supposed to be normal

about this

this delicate, swaying thing

the raw strength

the hands placed

one by one

help me, my sweet lads

I’m bisexual

Hired a moving company and they sent four strong, strapping, beautiful lads to my house to disassemble my furniture and move all my things. I loved them. I got them pizza. They told me moving company gossip. I missed them one minute after they left. My moving lads. Come back to me. You're so strong and so well trained in safe lifting

[ch3shireacat]

WARNING: VENT! Don't like, don't read!

I had a Mario Kart competition tryout thing at lunch for e-sports and I tried out with a few of my friends. We'll call them Autumn, Milla, and Violet. Violet and Autumn were having their go, and they were versing a few boys, (but they beat them because they slay. Or, at least, I think they beat them? I don't know, I was reading.) We were the only girls team, because the other few ones hadn't shown up because I think there was another club on or maybe they just didn't want to come, but anywayssss...

Oh yeah, right. Sorry that info was kind of irrelivant whoops. Anyways, as I said, I was reading a really good book called Dear Bully. It's written by a bunch of different authors, and it's really interesting. Me and Milla had gone for our turn just before Violet and Autumn, so we were just eating our lunch while watching them. Or, Milla was and I was reading. Milla came first, right? And I came 3rd but I didn't really care. (That's actually pretty good for me, so I was happy.)

Anyways, Milla was chatting to me whilst I was reading and she was like 'How did I come first? I was so bad, I kept crashing into walls and falling off!' But MULTIPLE times. Like, she kept mentioning it. And I just looked up and was like 'Yeah, how did you come first?' Just to see what would happen. And, after I apologised a while later, she said I had the most blank look on my face. Whoopsies. But yeah, I said that, and then I forgot what she said, but she said something and I was like 'Well, what do you want me to say? Well done?'

Anyways, a while after she was talking to me about it. The thing is, I'm a pretty comedic person. I'm always joking or making others laugh because if people think of me as funny, they won't comment on my hair, my weight, my clothes, my weirdness. Right? But when I spoke to her before like that, she said that it was like I wasn't 'the funny (my name)' anymore, I was just blank and cold.

But that's who I am. I'm not funny, I'm not sarcastic, I'm not snarky. That's just who you see me as. But that's not me, that's what I hide behind! And I almost said to her: 'You're wrong. That's me.' But instead, I just apologized and put my smile back on, laughing and cracking jokes for others to smile at too.

Are their smiles fake? God, I hope not.

WHOA that was a lot of dump soz guys. No but that was just the bad parts of my day- today was actually a pretty good day! I won a photography competition, and won a GIANT jar of lollies that I shared with my class :)

[bi-writes]

ghost doesn't think he hears you correctly, not at first. there's a ringing that's still in his ears from the bullet he nearly ate earlier. (cw: dubcon, 18+)

"wot?"

"can you please please please--pretend to be my boyfriend--just for one minute--!"

"heyyy, sunshine," a nasty little voice sings. you spin around, cowering by the bar, just as someone a little too drunk and a little too big comes into your space. you scoot away from him, but he's coming closer, leaning over you, and ghost tilts his head to the side as he watches the way you flinch at the stink of his breath.

ghost fits into the space at your back quite easily. your back arches a little as his big hand finds the bend of your waist, and you squeak a little when he forces you back, pressing your ass against his pelvis as he tucks you into his shadow.

"who's this fuckin' nitwit?" ghost mutters, clicking his tongue under his mask. you swallow, blinking up at the man, shrugging as you try and press yourself a little closer against his heat.

"i-i dunno," you whisper, and it's shaky, afraid. "h-he won't stop...following me."

"tha' right?" ghost hums, and you're so afraid of the man in front of you that you don't really register the way ghost's big hand is slipping lower, over the curve of your denim jeans and squeezing the fat of your ass that fills the palm of his hand all too nicely. "ya botherin' 'er?"

the man swallows a little, hiccuping. he stands up straighter, a little more sober, and he just shrugs as he takes another swig of his beer.

"just...she's so pretty, ya know--agh!"

ghost reaches over and grips him by the fat of his neck. he squeezes hard, drawing him closer, would be spitting in his face if he wasn't wearing the balaclava over his head.

"'f i see ya around 'er again, i'll paint the fuckin' walls with y'r teeth, mate, yeah? now get outta my fuckin' sight before i do it just for fun."

when ghost lets him go, he struggles to breathe, holding onto the bar and coughing as he scrambles to put distance between you. you shake a little, turning towards the bar, picking up what you assume is his drink and sipping it slowly to try and calm the nerves. you close your eyes gently, shaking your head.

"thank you," you say softly. "i-i couldn't shake him off, he was following me everywhere, i..." you turn your head and meet his eyes, smiling up at him. "that was really nice of you. i'm...sorry if i caused you any trouble."

ghost tilts his head to the side, fitting himself back behind you. he reaches over, putting both arms on either side of you and leaning over one shoulder, breathing hot against your neck.

"wot you mean?" he murmurs, and you blink, not understanding.

"for pretending to..." you laugh a little, looking into his eyes. "just...it was nice of you to do that. to pretend like that, i--"

"dunno wot y'r talkin' about," ghost chuckles, and you seize when he reaches down between you, cupping you between the legs as he palms at your pussy over your jeans. you keen a little, leaning into his touch, nasty brute pressing two fingers against where you're most sensitive and forcing your ass back against him, where he's hard, chubbed up since he first saw you, leaking into his cargos.

"i-i--" your eyes are wide, but you don't pull away, don't push him back--why am i not running? why can't i leave? what's happening to me--

"i wasn't pretending. were you?"