#storybook bros :)

[futuristichedge]

Unbreakable bond Secret Santa gift for @transzsonix!

[0vergrowngraveyard]

knighting his baby brother...........

inspired by @000marie198's post

[megamagimugi]

Art for @drones-of-innocence

I've been planning on drawing this scene ever since I read chapter 4 of Drones' story I'll Never Let You Go. I think it's only a minor spoiler? But I'm giving you a heads up just in case. If you haven't read this story yet but like Mario and especially Super Mario Galaxy, you're really missing out!

Here's the art:

You know how much I've been enjoying your story so far, @drones-of-innocence. I hope this illustration does this cute scene at least some justice!

Best to view with this in the background, quite obviously^^

EDIT: Forgot to add the scene I based this on:

"Sitting in her rocking chair with the book in his lap, Mario had dozed off with his head tilted to the side. Luigi had also fallen asleep, but he was sitting on the floor and his head was resting against Mario’s knee. Because of the odd angle his head was resting, Mario’s hat was crooked on his head, but Rosalina knew from the wriggling that Luma was still underneath. Luigi’s hat had fallen on the floor, and a few other Lumas were napping inside. The only sound was the soft breathing of deep sleep and the murmurs of the few Lumas who were still awake." - I'll Never Let You Go Chapter 4 by Drones_of_Innocence

PS. The next fanart I'm posting is going to be super angsty, so everyone brace yourselves ;)

[lore-of-the-mushroom-kingdom]

Rosalina Was Always A Princess

Many people have had a problem with Baby Rosalina particularly with the fact that she is depicted as a Princess. Many people have seen this has contradicting the the established canon of Super Mario Galaxy.

However, this is far from the case and as seen in Rosalina's storybook she is clearly wearing her crown the intent was for to have always been a Princess from the start. So Baby Rosalina wearing a crown is not that big of a problem nor does it create a contradiction.

[active-mind-15]

I was in the mood to draw big bro Oreshi and baby bro Bokushi and thought it would be a perfect time to make them all cuddly (loosely based on this post). Hope it heals you as much as it healed me.

[Art related to my fic, Accidental Siblings.]

[galactic-glamour-girl-posts]

Y'all might get mad at me for this, but...

[speedofsoundsketches]

@megajulitox

Sure, time travel can lead to things getting confusing, particularly with generations retconning classic sonic into a baby sonic.

But the shift from classic to adventure was just an art direction change, not a retcon. Sonic's age and personality didn't change, only his appearance. It was an attempt to remove him from looking too cute like Hello Kitty into something more visually appropriate to aim at teens (which was always the intended audience) yet it still embodied much of the classic's tone and original direction.

But that doesn't suddenly negate the entire basic premise of the lore in this series. The original trilogy had a PLETHORA of lore accompanying it in the game manuals of the time. These manuals were necessary because game limitations back then only allow so much space to fully explain a backstory when it was more important to just dive straight into the game. It frustrates me tho because even without the manuals, you can play the games and see a clear, consistent story being told through them all. It's why this series blew my mind as a child because unlike games like Mario and such, the rich visuals, story and unique personality in Sonic was a stark contrast to what was the norm of the time!

The shift to the Adventure style didn't retcon or upset this at all. It was a natural progression and even up until 06, that storyline stayed consistent throughout. Just because a game maybe was more aimed for babies like Heroes versus a serious story like Shadow the Hedgehog, doesn't mean they're somehow "different continuities". And same for quality. A game being poorer quality then the one preceding it doesn't suddenly make it non-canon!

This is the same issue ppl have towards 06. They hate that game and act like it never happened and use the ending as an excuse except subsequent games afterwards CONSISTENTLY refer back to it. It was never forgotten and the Japanese audiences never once considered it not part of the proper timeline.

The games lore was never always a "mess." It had consistency. It had continuity. It would pick up from where a last game started off. Things Matter! There are a couple of awkward spots like "How in the world did Blaze actually end up in Sonic's dimension but got warped into a princess of the Sol Dimension?" but again, goofs in time travel/dimensional rifts like that don't mean the entire story of the series is suddenly disrupted or dismissed.

The argument that the movies or really, any western adaptation, had "no canon to work off of" is just a big lie. A lie that is so annoyingly passed around as an excuse for any western adaptations that failed to care to build off any of the lore established in the series from the beginning. You literally could even just play the games and figure things out from there!

People claim it's some kind of mess but as a kid who grew up alongside these games and played them, I never got a sense of that. Things made sense to me and it's part of why I love it so much!

Why do people insist that the original Sonic Team's incredible hard work and passionate dedication to this series mean absolutely NOTHING to them to feel inclined to claim there was no story or intentional progression? Why do we dismiss the creative brilliance of this team that made this franchise in the first place? I just don't get why some western fans do this but it seems to only come up when they want to prop up their preferred western version of Sonic, which just....

*SIGH*

[xxstxriesfromashxx]

Open Starters

"Get out of here."

He steps in between them and the other, acting as a human shield. Fists tighten, 3 metallic claws approximately a foot in length on each hand pierce through the skin of his knuckles and extend to a sharp point. "Take this as a warning, bub," he says sternly, head tilting from side to side, cracking his neck. "You have one chance to walk away now."

[brightlydim]

🎵~aaaaaart bloooooock is a biiiiiiiiiiiitch~🎶

@b0nkcreat @localvoidcat MUTUALS PLEASE HELP MEEEEEEE

[stxriesfromasharchive]

Open Starters

"What can I say I'm? I'm an agent of chaos. You should try it, it's fun." He says as he holds the body of a man, limp and nearly lifeless with a gaping wound in his neck - trickles of blood stain the corners of the hybrid's mouth, his face conveying a strange innocence like that of a child.

[coles-scythe]

Not asleep yet, I was playing DQXI earlier to work on getting all the extra outfits and now my brain is filled with thoughts of Erik. Also how dirty they did him (and everyone but the Luminary) in Act 3.

EDIT: I realized I went on a very long rant in the tags. Spoilers for the game and it's post-game content in the tags.

[smoreal]

Hyper sonic come back little guy we need your color back desperately

[4giorno]

the summer event story is borderline unplayable. yes bc of "wanderer"

[suckaysuamigos200]

para el día 16 de Aprilstories el día de hoy le toca a princesa

para este día no decidía que dibujar y se me ocurrió dibujar a una de mis princesas favoritas unikitty disfrazada como otra de mis princesas favoritas princess Cookie 👸👑🦄🐱🍪.

꧁༺ιм ρяιи¢єѕѕ༻꧂꧁༺ιм ρяιи¢єѕѕ༻꧂꧁༺ιм ρяιи¢єѕѕ༻꧂

for the 16th of Aprilstories today is the princess's turn

For this day I didn't decide what to draw and it occurred to me to draw one of my favorite princesses Unikitty disguised as another of my favorite princesses, Princess Cookie 👸👑🦄🐱🍪..

[galactic-glamour-girl-posts]

Fellow Rosalina enthusiasts (or any Mario fans), I need your help:

There's this adorable fan art that I wanna find again, and neither Google or Ecosia have been any help. It depicts Rosalina telling a story to the Lumas in her library, but the Lumas are all wearing super crowns so they look like her biological children. I remember it being really cute but I don't have it saved and I don't remember who drew it.

Please, if you're reading this and know what I'm talking about, and you either have it saved, know where to find it, or have found it after searching for it, I'd really appreciate it if you reblogged this post with the image or a link to it 🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾

[patricia-taxxon]

Attempting to extend sympathy to my younger self via self insert fiction.

"Hello there!"

I looked up from the lunchbox on my lap towards the source of the sudden loud voice, standing four or so feet away from me was a… dog? He stood on two legs, an eager look on his face. I looked around, none of the other kids were nearby.

"Hello?" I said back, a little confused.

"My name is Paul! What is your name?" The dog replied, both in an oddly formal tone of voice and… loudly, even though he was close enough to grab.

"My name's Bradley." I said, and went back to my PB&J.

"How old are you, Bradley?" asked Paul, in that same babyish but too-formal tone, almost like a robot.

"I'm eleven." I replied, without looking up.

"I'm ten!" He said back. "Nice to meet you!"

Several seconds passed, and he didn't move or look away. I realized he was waiting for me to say something.

"Nice to meet you too, Paul." His tail twitched as I said that, but he quickly moved his paw behind him to hold it in place until it settled. "Sorry," He said, before asking another question. "What do you like to do?"

His awkward storybook-speaking was offputting to me, but no one ever talked to me at recess, especially not completely out of nowhere like this. I answered his question, "I like playing Smash Bros," but I don't know why I thought of that first. I didn't really feel like finishing my lunch, I started to pack it away for later.

"What's that?" He said back. Was that a joke? He looked curious.

"Uh… it's a game, you can play as different Nintendo characters and fight each other." I waited for him to respond, but he was still listening. "You can uh… you can be Sonic."

"That's really cool!" He said. "Can I sit next to you?"

"Hm? Oh, okay, I guess." I replied. The dog's tail instantly sprung to life, and he once again moved his paw to stop it. "Sorry," he said, and moved swiftly to sit on the bench next to me, a bit closer than I thought he would. He looked up towards me like he wanted me to keep talking, or… it looked like he was looking at the top of my head, I wasn't sure.

Instead of explaining Smash Bros anymore, I asked a question myself to take the pressure off. "What do you like to play?" Paul blinked and his ears perked up. "I like Marble Blast Gold!" He almost yelped out, before drawing back. "But… shhh, don't tell anyone. I'm not supposed to talk about it."

That didn't make any sense. "Huh? What does that mean?" I asked.

"It's the best game ever, you like… you roll, and you have to… like, you have to get to the end. Uh." He stammered. "But I'm not… I'm not allowed to play it anymore, my teachers said I'm too obsessed."

"That's bullshit." I spat.

"Yeah!!" He yelled, leaping up onto his haunches, tail wagging up a storm, until he noticed again, and pressed his paw to stop it. "Sorry." he said.

"Why are you doing that?" I asked.

"Doing what?"

"Stopping your tail." I pointed to his butt. "Aren't you like… a dog, or something?"

Paul cocked his head like I asked him a really stupid question. "Yeah? Why." He said, carefully.

We stared at each other for another couple of seconds. I didn't know how to word my questions without sounding awkward. "I've met a lot of… dogs, and wagging tails is pretty normal." I felt insane saying it out loud.

"Well I'm special!" Paul beamed. "I can talk, I can stand on two legs!" He got up and stood upon the bench, barely reaching eye level with me. "I'm in a class for special dogs only." He bumped a fist on his chest.

"Oh… okay." I said, not really understanding. I guess the rules were different for dogs that talk. It felt weird watching him do that though, and saying sorry for it too. "Are special dogs… not supposed to wag?" I asked.

"Yeah. No wagging." He replied. "'Cus humans don't wag."

"But humans don't have tails in the first place." I looked behind myself to check. "So you don't actually know if humans would wag or not, right?" I was getting seriously weirded out by this conversation, but I just kinda kept going. "How'd you learn to talk, anyways?" I asked, Paul looked like he was processing what I said very slowly.

"Like I said, I'm special." Paul repeated. "I'm learning how to make it disappear, like everyone else. First I gotta learn how to keep it still, though, so the magic works."

"Magic?" I said back to him. I mean, it wasn't all that weird compared to meeting a talking dog, but the word still threw me off.

"Yeah, lookit!" The dog hopped off the bench, hunched over with his back facing me, and started screaming like he was about to go super saiyan. I didn't know what I was supposed to be looking at, I was too startled. I might have been imagining things, but I think I saw his tail slowly retracting into his body like a lazy snake.

"Paul! What the fuck are you doing??" I shouted, but instead of responding, Paul just… went silent and flopped onto his side. I quickly rushed over, yelling "Are you okay? What just happened?" I looked over his body, flat on the asphalt. His tail had grown all the way back and… his body shrunk. His head was halfway tucked into his shirt like a turtle. His paws barely poked out of his sleeves, pointing directly forward from his body. He didn't look like a kid anymore, he looked like a dog that someone stuffed into some kid's clothes.

After a second, I thought it wouldn't hurt to poke him. "Paul? Recess is almost over." I poked at his chest, and he rolled onto his back limply. I suddenly felt silly trying to talk to him, like I was trying to reason with a pet. I tried a different approach, I clapped my hands and rapped on my knees. "Hey! Up! Food!"

Paul's eyes shot open, and he sneezed, before wiggling his legs to right himself. He took an instant and a half to realize where he was, and he suddenly cowered, looking straight at me, shivering. "Hey, what's wrong?" I whispered. He looked side to side, back at his own doggish body, and back to me. He blinked, looking like he was about to run away.

"No, no, it's okay." I tried to be reassuring, I'd never had a dog before so I didn't really know what I was doing. I almost forgot that I'd just been talking about Smash Bros with him. "Uh… do you like granola bars?" His ears perked up, and his tail swayed, his new… anatomy making it hard to reach back and stop it this time. I grabbed my backpack from behind me and rummaged through it for leftovers, I got the other of the two bars inside the wrapper, the one I didn't eat, and held it out in front of me. Paul approached me slowly, his nose twitching. "Can you… eat this, even?" I asked, as he sniffed the crumbly rectangle. He licked it soon after, and started nibbling and snarfing after that. I watched carefully, scared to make any sudden moves.

Paul looked up at me again, and I noticed his eyes were a little different. More definition, like I could tell a little more what he was feeling. His new eyes looked concerned, like he was waiting for me to do something bad. He reached up with a paw, it was looking a bit more like a hand now. I let go, and he held the bar himself as he munched away, sitting plainly on his knees.

"What was that all about?" I asked.

"Maghic." The dog said through a full mouth.

"That was magic?" I replied. "I saw your tail shrink, I'm pretty sure."

Paul swallowed. "How much?"

I thought back, the image was still clear in my head. "Like… barely at all. A couple inches?"

"Aw…" He looked disappointed in himself.

We sat in silence for a bit, but there was a question I wanted to ask. "Why do you want to get rid of your tail? Like… that looked painful."

"Mrs. Millie said I can go to the regular class if I can turn human," the talking dog said, proudly.

"You're pretty bad at that." I chuckled, reaching out to ruffle his ears without thinking. Paul looked like he was about to take it personally, but suddenly lost his train of thought as my hand touched his head. "Bwuhhf…" He woofed under his breath, his tail twitched and his paws lost their thumbs again. I quickly pulled my hand back, "Sorry! I didn't…" Paul's eyes took a second to form together again, and he looked right at me, "That wasn't fair." he whined, but his tail was still wagging.

"You really are a dog!" I said, glancing sneakily behind him. Paul followed my gaze to his own tail, yelped, and quickly pressed it down with both paws.

"Oh, come on, stop it." I joked. "It's psyching me out, it looks like it hurts when you hold your tail in place like that."

Paul turned his head back at me. "It doesn't… hurt," he said, slowly and surely.

"Hm. Whatever you say." I got up and went back on the bench. After I turned around to sit down, Paul was already running towards me. I didn't have any time to think before he bounded into my lap and butted his head into my chest while his tail went crazy. The impact knocked the wind out of me, but he was pretty small, I got it back in just a second. Paul yipped and barked, maybe there were some normal words in there too, but I couldn't understand it. This is where I realized he wasn't a very special dog after all, I think he was just normal.

I scratched behind his head and stroked his back through those baggy clothes, and this time he didn't mind. He might have been crying, it was hard to tell, I didn't really know what dog crying looked like. Eventually, he settled down. I couldn't feel his shoulders anymore, he seemed in danger of falling out of his shorts if he wasn't careful. I had a dog in my lap, an extremely normal dog. He stretched his body up and rested his head on my shoulder. "I like you, Bradley." He said, a little too slowly, and a little too loudly. I didn't know what to say to that, he barely knew me. This was all very weird. "You're a good dog." I said back, just because it felt right.

I could feel Paul's body shaping up into a more human posture again as he regained composure. He let go, turned to the side, and sat down on the bench next to me again, staring at his paws in his lap. I leaned over, "You okay?" I asked. He didn't answer, he just put his paw on my wrist and started twirling the hair under my sleeve.

I quickly jerked my hand away and covered the hairy skin. "Don't look at that!" I snapped.

"You have fur too!" Paul yelled.

"No, no, that's hair. I'm just…" I didn't want to explain, it was too embarrassing. I looked like I had my dad's arms, I hoped that no one would see. "It's a condition."

"Oh. Okay." Paul stared into the distance again. We sat in silence for another couple awkward seconds before the bell rang.

"Bye, Bradley." the dog said, scampering off.

"Bye, Paul." I waved after him, being sure to hold my sleeve up with my other hand.