#idk what to tag this actually uhh

[ultimumvitae]

...in reference to my other meta post because i just cannot shut up about this hedgehog, for all my disagreements with shth, the music slaps and it's kind of ironic that the lyrics portray the themes of him desperately trying to grab hold of his own fate and have some autonomy better than the actual game does. "i am (all of me)" and "all hail shadow" are probably two of my favorite sonic tracks for just that reason.

they're obviously supposed to be about black doom/the black arms and shadow's internal conflict and confusion about his identity, but i think they work just as well as anthems for coming out the other side of immense tragedy and learning to how to find your footing again, to live and stop letting others dictate who you are and what you should do. they can be looked at as defiant songs, sung in the face of shadow's abusers, manipulators, and anyone who tries to hurt the world he swore to maria that he'd protect.

"i am (all of me)" is a dare for anyone to try to sway him, and a declaration that no matter what people try to make of him, or which memories of his are real or fabricated, he belongs to no one but himself. he's complete, and he is his own.

"all hail shadow" is similar, but even cockier and more obviously triumphant:

it's not just a dare, it's a threat and a promise that he'll keep fighting anything that endangers those he loves or what he believes is right, and he won't stop until he's won. it's also a song about victory ("nothing can stop you now / no ghost to bring you down" and "determination of the strong / found the meaning that you / searched for so long"); he's finally found his purpose and realized that he can decide his own path, he doesn't have to be anyone's puppet anymore.

there's a moment in sonic '06 where mephiles questions shadow's choice to keep fighting when he knows that the world will never understand and likely turn against him, and shadow, no hesitation, tells him: "if the world chooses to become my enemy, i will fight like i always have." and i am SO, soooooooooo in love with this moment, because i feel like it encapsulates everything shadow believes, and reflects the alternative messages that could be derived from his themes in his title game.

shadow is driven not by selfishness but by a personal sense of justice and the determination to keep his promise to his oldest and dearest friend. sometimes that justice doesn't line up with sonic's, but that's okay.

he's just!! he can be an aggressive, broody asshole, yeah, and he's edgy at times, sure, but he is so much more than that. the cold, quiet, unaffected persona is a wall he puts up to keep the people he loves at a safe, arm's length. he's not always a tryhard... sometimes he's just traumatized.

[cheriboms]

i think they would be friends :]

[achillean-knight]

I love just making unnecessarily complicated designs LMAO IDK if I'll draw them much, but it tickles my brain in a good way, the amount of detail does.

Also, I mentioned when reblogging a Hades 2 post that I love love LOVE witch/whimsigoth aesthetics? Yeah well thats basically my Undertale AU JHDSGHFSDHGSDJH

[luck-of-the-drawings]

[<==PREV PAGES] [NEXT PAGE==>(not out yet.wait a year.or maybe more.imagine.]

saw alot of comments on prev pages; saying 'i HATE that mean teacher! im gonna FIGHT HIM!!' & i LOVE the energy!! it WOULD be nice. to have that catharsis. but the story of young tidestrider is Not one of catharsis. it is a story of being so small and so special and sucking so bad.

[a-little-artsy]

i have so many thoughts on them imw,tweaking

[lowcallyfruity]

Please tell me no one has done this

I like how a good chunk of us agree he looks high as fuck

[xxlady-lunaxx]

the rain was harsh, unrelenting as giyuu ducked down, hurrying to find shelter. he found a terrible excuse of one, but one nonetheless. finally escaping from the constant pour which was now subdued to a sprinkle from where he rested under a large tree, giyuu sighed. he slumped back against the trunk, eyes closed. he was exhausted, but he couldn’t let his guard down. there was no sun, despite the fact that it was nearly morning. the clouds obscured any chance of him being allowed back home. so he remained here, his clothes damp and sticking to his body. he knew he shouldn’t fall asleep now—not here—but if he wasn’t moving, he was bound to drift off. he paced a bit under the tree, only to cower back into the cover of the leaves as a particularly strong gust of wind sought to send the branches crashing. it would be a long day.

…

it was dark. surely, night was approaching. but giyuu was stuck. the rain was going down much too fast, and at this rate, with the wind combined, he was sure to be swept away. so he subjected himself to hiding in the shack he’d come to play in. he’d found it a week or so ago, discovered that nobody used it. it seemed relatively intact and, searching for entertainment, he’d taken it in to be his own playhouse. he’d come here earlier, when it had been only clouds. but, distracted as he’d been, he had neglected the early signs of rain. and now he was stuck here, because he’d failed to heed tsutako’s warning to come back soon.

it was cold, he realized, as he shivered. he curled up in a ball, tucking himself under the table. he wished he were at home with his blankets. he swore to never be anywhere without one. at least in the winter. but it was too late to bring one now. so he would have to wait until the rain lessened.

but it never did. it felt like hours, huddled up under a table that shook from the sheer force of the wind. he was sure the house would cave with him still inside. but if he left the shelter, he’d only drown. he wasn’t particularly strong—not like his nee-san—so he had no chance against the weather. at some point, giyuu felt his cheeks grow wet. momentarily, he glanced up, wondering if there were cracks in the table too. before realizing he was crying. for a moment, he considered wiping the tears away. he was nearly ten! he shouldn’t be crying over something as stupid as rain. but then again, he was alone. nobody would have to know. so he let himself cry, somewhat comforted that the tears burned hot on his skin.

he didn’t know how long it had been until he realized there was another sound—something besides the trembling of the shack and the drumming of the rain. it was shouting, of some sorts. but it was muffled and hard to hear.

clinging onto the hope that maybe one of the villagers had braved the rain, he tentatively scooted away from the table. he unfolded himself, standing. it was cold and his hands instantly slipped into his sleeves, his arms wrapping around himself. then he crept, with much caution, to the door. peeking through the crack, he squinted, annoyed that the rain was now battering his face. but then all his irritation and his cold was forgotten when he spotted the familiar braid—blue eyes searching, red kimono and-

he rushed out, doing his best to ignore the sudden shower of icy water that swept over him. he dashed towards the woman, his feet slipping on the mud. she turned. her relief could only barely match his own as they collided. it seemed all she could do to keep them upright as she held him close, protecting him from the rain as best she could.

“nee-san!” giyuu cried. he wasn’t actually crying, though, no. that was just the rain. “nee-san.”

“giyuu,” she breathed. gingerly, she tried picking him up. usually, giyuu resisted, not wanting to be babied. but he clung onto her, reassured by the promise of safety. so she held him in her arms, one hand hoisting him up while the other shielded his head from the rain. then she began the trek back home, doing her best to move quickly.

giyuu relaxed into her hold, his legs wrapping around her waist to assist her in carrying him back. he was cold and tired and, dare he admit, a bit scared. but at least tsutako was with him now. she always knew what to do. so he would be fine, as long as he stayed with her.

…

giyuu awoke. he half expected to find himself in a bed, his sister by his side as she nursed him out of the inevitable fever. but instead, he realized he’d awoken from a splash of rain that seemed to hit him full force. he was splayed against the base of the tree, his body stiff. he forced himself up, wincing at the chill that shot through him. he shouldn’t have fallen asleep.

he turned, squinting through the rain. it was hard to see. really, all he could see was the ground that seemed mostly water and the tree he stood under. if it could still be called a tree—its leaves having nearly all been stripped off at one point. oh, well. they would’ve fallen eventually.

he struggled to fix his haori, pushing his hair from his face. he breathed out, long and slow. then he looked around again, glad that, with the hair out of the way, it was a touch clearer. vaguely, he registered something red in the distance. something like hope lit up inside him and, without thinking, he left the minimal cover of the tree and shot through the rain towards the red. he was no faster than that day in the rain, back when he’d been a child and reckless. but he made it eventually, his feet straining at the rush of water. he stopped before the red, what he’d spotted earlier. he frowned. it was a bow, as he’d hoped.

he reached out, tentatively taking it into his hands. it was dark red and torn. he realized that someone must’ve been around here. although whether it had been before the storm or during was anyone guess.

suddenly, he registered a presence behind him. instantly, the bow fell from his hands, replaced by his katana as he unsheathed it. it took only five seconds for him to place the demon and behead it. even the demon seemed impaired by the rain. but it disintegrated quickly, shouting something unintelligible about its quick defeat.

giyuu put his katana away with a heavy sigh. his eyes flicked down, following the bow as it bobbed up in down in the muddy ground. now it was wet and torn and muddied. how lovely.

giyuu bent down to pick it up again, wondering if he could salvage it, maybe return it to its owner. but it was swept away by a wave of wind and rain. skidding over the sticky ground until it left giyuu’s sight. and then giyuu was alone again, gaze still stuck where the bow had been before its departure. he was cold.

something inexplicably warm slipped down his cheek, immediately replaced by the rain. but it only took him a moment to place it as a tear. briefly, a thought flicked through his mind. he was a bit old to be crying from the cold. but then again, he was alone. there was nobody to see him, nobody to witness his moment of vulnerability. and so he let it. allowed the tears to run free. because giyuu was alone. and nobody would be coming for him this time.

[tsukasalover]

I can think of a lot of reasons why I like and have gotten attached to tsukasa more than any other fictional character and i think if i had to keep it simple (or else id be rambling for hours) id say

1. He’s so interesting. I usually pick up the extremely mischaracterized blonde characters anyways but he gets my brain working real hard. its almost 2am and i cant think straight but theres something about his duality that keeps me glued to him and the amount of Layers he has and how removing even one layer or completely ignoring how both his huge ego and kindness + selflessness coexist can really mess up your perception of him. There was something quite short i wrote about how both sides make him. Well. Him. back when his colofes dropped since i was so annoyed at the people Not getting it (while most never even read the STORIES 😁) anf ive been screaming this for a year now Please. Also the way his dream and being a good big brother go hand in hand have captured me. I really like fictional siblings and they fill something personal i miss and Looove looking at the roots of characters. Discovering where this and that and connecting events to what started their behaviors or helped their personality bloom. So seeing saki and toya play such an important role in his life keeps me HOOOKEDDD. I took the bait like tiny fish. Dont regret it. Never will. I like my fictional characters like layered cake. Thats basically how i see them. I had a yummy chocolate cake with so mant layers the other day 🤤 but anyways. I also really like when characters have to learn and grow as people after making really bad mistakes or being straight up assholes so it really took a while even after mainstory but once i got to see more of him with saki and read dazzling i was like. This is the guyyy. Youre mine now lets go. I dont like perfect characters but.. you see.. when characters who have (sometimes way too much) confidence and are dramatic yet are shown to truly be good people who enjoy making others happy… alright.. now im listening… Sign me up…

But really he has almost everything I’ve ever looked for in a character. Starting with the fact that he’s a theatre kid. And blonde. Of course emu nene and rui + more fictional characters have made their way into my heart and ive gotten attached to them on very Very personal levels but when it comes to this Idiot who wants to be a star and reminds me of a dog its something that i dont even know how to explain sometimes. Why is he here? What are you doing inside of my head. Ill never have one solid answer because he takes up too much space in my mind and i become incoherent too often when talking about him.

2. Ignoring my first answer, He is ugly. My favorite punching bag. Cartoon character. Begins floating when he smells pie. I dont know anymore

3. he just like me fr (Which is terrible i dont like that)

[ria-starstruck]

more signalis speedrun sillies

[palukoo]

anyone else dreaming of manderley??

[oxymoronicdumbass]

sometimes i think i’ll be doing fine and then someone will say something that’s just a little too mean and all of a sudden i’m in 7th grade again, struggling to distinguish which comments are out of genuine kindness and which are being intentionally condescending

[pretty-cool-avian]

ok is this might just be me but i think animals actually recognize me as one of their own

like they give me weird looks like why is friend??? in human body??? freind is not human?????

[achillean-knight]

Desperately need Michael angst. Pretty pleaseeeeee?

The Bite of 87

[doing-something-unholy]

Is it geologically probable for swallows rest to have basalt cliffs? Not really. Am i gonna headcanon it anyway? Of course.

Because I can picture Adrian and Victor walking along the beach, spending time waiting for lord vane to arrive. When all of a sudden Adrian comes to a dead stop in the middle of a sentence, staring at something ahead of them. Then he gasps, and gets so excited he forgets where he is, who he's with, and the collar around his neck, as he starts excitedly slapping Victor in the arm going, "Look, look, look, look--" at top speed.

Victor, who was primed for some kind of emergency since Adrian stopped talking is looking around frantically like, "What, what happened???"

Only for Adrian to point ahead and whisper-yell, "Basalt cliffs!!" And start booking it across the beach.

And yeah, maybe it painfully reminds Victor a lot of his younger self, and he's just about ready to remind Adrian of his manners as a priest, but then Adrian turns around to see if hes coming and the smile on his face is the most animated hes seen Adrian since he met him. And when he catches up he gets treated to a long winded ramble about crystal structure and volcanic activity and geologic hotspots and the Implications and how they could easily be the most ancient part of the island and erosion wear patterns and hes always wanted to see these in person cause they have them in northern ireland and and-- Its the most he's ever heard Adrian talk in one sitting.

And he supposes that having an appreciation for the wonders of the world that God made is perfectly acceptable for their profession, and lets him talk as long as likes.

[the-pea-and-the-sun]

not to be all "what if death note was rly edgy !!!!" but genuinely kind of sucks that the default way death note kills is not very violent. for a show w such a distinct edgy dark goth aesthetic its really incredibly tame. i need light yagami to be getting blood all over her hands, ripping ppls organs out of their bodies etc all while she mumbles to herself that this is for justice. i have to its for justice. the death note should turn people into blood eagles and light should secretly find it beautiful and angelic. she has to do it in the name of justice its not her fault it hurts. i want her to cleanse the world in pain and blood not just bodies

[chimeracrewpride]

Talya! Thoughts on chickens?

Art by @stellarwaffles

Talya: they taste really good!!

Talya: I thought humans ate chicken too, but one time I caught some chickens + offered one to Cherry and she was grossed out

Cherry: IT WAS STILL ALIVE

Talya: well yeah, you have to kill it before it's dead