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Custom! For TempestTossed!! On Toyhouse!!!
Uhh bark bark doggy boy. This took too long lmfao
The person I drew this for is great and deserves some love so!! Here's the character's page!
https://toyhou.se/29660097.nero
And it's back to the void for me. Farewell, Tschüss, etc (I will be back soon, maybe)
I drew the batfam 🦇
P.s doodles version below
ok guys i lied ab havinf a daily october post starting today bc ive been shtfaced and crossfaded all day
Shadamy week - Day 1 Festive
I'm generally satisfied with this one? So here you go I guess
Amy was beyond excited this time. She couldn't properly describe it. She just had a good feeling about it. A festival all about the prosperity and hope for the future. That new things would be discovered, and difficult problems could be fixed. Sometimes people from out of town called it New Years, and though that wasn't quite accurate, it was good enough for her.
She had a small jacket to shield herself from the cold night air. The games she would play, the things that she'd do, the people she would see, it was all so exciting!
She was most of the way there. She could see the glowing lights from behind a layer of lights. With a grin, she sped up along the path.
Only to hesitate, and stop in her tracks. Her own hesitation surprised her. It was like something was tugging on her heart, telling her not to leave it behind. Leave what behind?
She glanced around. Grass and trees surrounded her, the dirt pathway she was following beneath her feet, a grassy hill to her right. It all seemed so mundane. But it was obvious, something was here that she needed to adress.
The feeling usually came when someone needed help, or if Eggman was nearby. She saved many flickies this way.
Taking a deep breath, she relaxed and let her mind lead to whatever she needed to be.
She slowly left the path and wandered towards the green hill on her right. She felt like she was being pulled toward it. It felt natural. She needed to get to the top of the hill.
It was a tall hill, but no mountain by any means. It didn't take long to get to the top. The festival was much easier to see from the top. It was lit up like a theme park, or an outdoor arcade. She started glancing around. Looking for that something. It didn't take long to find.
Shadow was at the edge of the hill staring at the festival. His ears were pointed towards her. He definitely knew she was there, but hadn't said a thing. Was he hoping she would go away?
"Um," she started awkwardly. "Hi Shadow."
"... Hello, Rose." She waited a moment for him to continue, but he didn't. He didn't do anything to say he wanted her to stay, but he also didn't do anything to say she should leave, either.
She slowly stepped closer to him, until she was lined up next to him. On his left. He glanced at her very briefly, but ultamately decided to ignore her, and keep looking at the lights.
"So, you headed off to the festival too?" He shook his head, and she frowned. "Then why aren't you at home? What's the point of coming this close if you're not going to go in?"
When he didn't say anything she worried she might've annoyed him. The last thing he probably wanted to was to be interogated. He had never said much to her before, when they bumped into each other while saving the world. She wasn't sure why she thought it'd be different now.
But then, he took a deep breath. "Have you ever seen so much media for something that you feel you've lived through it?"
Amy gave him a puzzled look. What did that have to do with anything? "...I don't know what you mean."
Shadow thought for another second. "Say, a time period, for example."
Amy stopped to think about it. "Like how everything is about the 80s and 90s?" She asked.
"Yeah, something like that."
He didn't give her a chance to ask another question. "Once a year, at New Years, they would send up a time capsule." Amy cocked her head. 'Them'? Who was 'them'?
"Maria was excited for it every time. And I quickly figured out why. The capsule was full of movies, records, books, all from the last year. The record always had about fifty of the newest song hits. Maria loved Elvis' music. I was more sparatic with it. I enjoyed Dream Lover, Earth Angel, Pink Shoelaces... Whatever song I felt a connection to."
It was a simple story when she thought about it, but it was enthralling. Shadow never talked about his time on the ark. She listened closely as he continued.
"But, it was the movies that really connected us to the ground. Maria liked Alice in Wonderland for its color, I liked Rear Window for its intrigue. Plus... I could relate to a character forced to watch the world from a windowsill. Instead of seeing it personally."
That last sentence made her stomach sink. "Shadow..."
"Now the world has changed so much, I..." He frowned. "It's been years since I was exposed to all of it, but I still feel like... I'm trying to catch up."
Amy wanted to hug him then and there, but she didn't know if Shadow would appreciate the gesture.
"Is... Is the festival making it worse?"
"I'm not sure," he admitted. His ears drooped when he said that.
She immediately started brainstorming things that might help him out. But how could she help? She can't rewind time for him! Plus, she didn't think he actually wanted that. She didn't have any experience with old technology. The only person she knew who did was her grandmother. Who owned an old record player, and hundreds of different records for it.
Shadow did just say he liked records. She wondered if she could...
"Hey Shadow?" He quirked an ear in her direction. "When you say 'records' you do mean vinyl, right? Like, record player stuff?"
He scoffed. "Of course, what else do you think was there in the fifties?"
"Just checking." He hummed and stared back at the lights. There was a slight pain in his eyes that she didn't notice before. It took a minute or two to gain the courage to ask.
"So, you don't want to go to the festival," she said.
"No."
"Then..." She took a deep breath. "How about we go somewhere else? Somewhere fun?"
He stiffened in a way that startled her. His voice, quiet. "We?" His quills got pricklier, his eyes widened slightly, his jaw clenched. As soon as it started, it vanished. His quills smoothed themselves back out, his eyes regained the apathetic look from before. The only thing still emotional was his voice. Which was shaky. "Rose..."
Was it that bad? Maybe she shouldn't have asked! He looked so horrified.
"Nevermind," she said quickly. "I get it. We hardly know each other, I-"
"Where would we go?" He said, while staring at her expectantly. She stopped. He wanted to go somewhere with her? You're really giving me mixed messages, dude!
"Well, you talking about records reminded me that my grandmother has tons of old records. She's out on vacation with my grandfather but I'm sure she'd let us borrow it for a while."
Shadow turned and stared at the ground between his feet. Thinking. Then he looked at her. "I thought you were going to the festival."
"Eh," said Amy. "I've been previous years, I can miss it this once. It's not going anywhere. You're more important anyway." And it was true, all the excitement she had for the festival was now orientated toward Shadow.
Which made her confident that the tug from earlier was for Shadow. Maybe there was even more turmoil in his mind than she thought.
Her sentence had stunned him into silence again. The same fear that he hated her response filled her stomach. It didn't last long, though. Because looking at his body language, he seemed fidgety, and his cheeks were slightly pinker that she remembered them being. Was he... Flustered?
Could you be possible that he was flustered earlier too? That could explain his shaky voice...
After a moment, he looked her in the eyes and nodded. "Just tell me where to go."
She grinned and clapped her hands together! "YES! Okay, okay, um. It's this yellow house by Acorn Street, right where-WOAH!"
She wasn't expecting such a swift movement from him, but in half a second, he was carrying her bridal style, and zooming toward her grandmother's house. It was remarkably quick, though, maybe that was redundant. Once they were nearby, Shadow slowed down to let her give him more directions. It was weird. She'd done this before. Being held in the arms of a speedy hedgehog of a hero, but Shadow was nothing like Sonic. Sonic wouldn't have slowed down for directions, he would've just tried every street until he found a house that fit her description.
And Sonic didn't hold her like Shadow was right now. Sonic would never drop her. She knew that, but his hold was far from secure, and it was very stressful. Shadow was completely different. He held her like she might break if he let go. It irraticated all the fears of falling off from the sheer speed. It was a strange mix of tranquillity and exhilaration.
It made her realize something. Something she'd always known, in a passive, subconsious, way, but never quite thought about. Shadow was his own person. He wasn't a Sonic clone, or a mindless android, he had his own wonderful personality. And as Amy looked up at his focused expression, Amy Rose became determined to find out more.
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Shadow heard the crunching of footsteps long before they were anywhere near him. The sound immediately soured his mood. He growled under his breath. The last this he wanted on this cursed day was for someone to bother him and his alone time.
Maybe they won't bother to check this hill, he thought to himself.
He focused back on the lights. Reds, yellows, greens, and even blues were blurring out the stars in the sky. Making it feel barren and lifeless. A stark contrast to the calm days in the ark. When they filled every window.
Lights. Lights of every color. When he was back on the ark, a blue lightbulb was merely a concept. A pipe dream. Now there were entire computers (that doubled as televisions). And you could fit them in the palm of your hand.
The festival irked him. He wasn't sure why. Something about prosperity and the future. But the future seemed to always go by too fast for him to keep up. And what good has the future ever done for him? All it seemed to do was take, and take, and take. Where's the prosperity in that? Sometimes he wished he could just- get a good taste of the past again.
It was an overly negative way to look at it. He knew that. But knowing something is irrational doesn't stop you from thinking it.
The footsteps stopped and he froze. Listening carefully.
Please just leave me alone.
After a very tense thirty seconds, the stranger did the one thing he said not to do.
He did his best to analyze the footsteps. They were different than before. Probably because they were climbing the hill. He refused to look towards where they were climbing. Maybe they would mistake him as just another patch of darkness in the forest.
As the footsteps reached the flatter part of the hill, the footsteps became more recognizable. Thick, heavy steps. Slightly off center. His insides went cold. The only person with boots that combersome was Amy Rose.
This had never happened before. He'd never been alone with her. He prefered it that way. Less likely to spill all the painfully romantic things that he felt for her. Things she didn't need to hear. Not when she was still into Sonic. Well, she never said she was still in love with Sonic, but she didn't not say it either. And he didn't dare hope.
He made a promise to himself, that if he saw Amy Rose, he would refuse to say some sappy romantic garbage. Be normal for two seconds. Please.
Amy was already atop the hill, and he could feel her stare right into his back.
"Um, Hi Shadow."
Be normal. "Hello, Rose."
She stepped closer and he felt his heartbeat speed up slightly. Something was definitely wrong with him. He spared a glance toward her, but her curious eyes met his for a moment, and he looked away. Back to the lights. At least they didn't make his heart spontaneously sparatic.
"So, you headed off to the festival too?" That stupid festival was the last thing he wanted to do. But instead of voicing all his contempt with the place, he simply shook his head.
He could still feel her eyes on him. Maybe he could talk to her a bit more than he was doing.
"Then why aren't you at home? What's the point of coming this close if you're not going to go in?"
He didn't respond to that, though it was clever of her.
He took a deep breath, Don't screw this up, Shadow. Don't say anything weird.
"Have you ever seen so much media for something that you feel you've lived through it?" Though he tried to look casual, he was worried this whole thing would weird Amy out. He certainly didn't deserve for Amy Rose to care for him.
She made the cutest face when she thought about his question. "...I don't know what you mean."
"Say, a time period for example."
Amy donned the same face as before. "Like how everything is about the 80s and 90s?"
"Yeah, something like that."
He must be cursed. Amy was always good at getting him to talk. How could you resist her when she was looking at him with the most faithful look. Like she trusted him.
He was talking, again.
"Once a year, on New Years, they would send up a time capsule." He watched her face for any excuse to stop. But she was already watching, curiously. "Maria was excited for it every time. And I quickly figured out why. The capsule was full of movies, records, and books all from the last year."
At least he wasn't outing himself as a hopeless romantic.
"The record always had about 50 of the newest song hits. Maria loved Elvis' music. I was more sparatic with it. I enjoyed dream lover, Earth Angel, pink shoelaces, whatever song I felt a connection to."
Amy was still watching him as he told his story. He couldn't be that interesting, right?
Shadow nervously continued.
"But, it was the movies that really connected us to the ground. Maria liked Alice in Wonderland for its colors, I liked Rear Window for its intrigue. Plus... I could relate to a character forced to watch the world from a windowsill. Instead of seeing it personally."
This got a reaction from her. "Shadow..." He forced himself to ignore it.
"Now the world has changed so much, I... It's been years since I was first exposed to all of it, but I still feel like... I'm trying to catch up."
Amy looked about ready to cry on his behalf. That felt like overkill in this situation, but that was something he admired about her. She wasn't afraid to have strong emotions about things.
"Is... Is the festival making it worse?" She asked. She managed to find the one question he didn't have a good answer.
"I'm not sure."
He watched Amy's face change from empathetic, to contemplative. Her eyebrows furrowing as she was thinking about something. She looked up at him again, and he had to shove down a fluttery feeling that appeared the second he looked at her. He looked back to the lights again.
"Hey, Shadow?" He turned an ear towards her. "When you say 'records', you do mean, vinyl, right? Like, record player stuff?"
He scoffed beside himself. "Of course, what else do you think was in the 50's?"
"Just checking," She muttered. That confused him. Checking for what? He resigned to this. He promised he would be normal about Rose, and he tried to refortify that by looking at the lights again. But, once again, the advanced technology he was staring at was slightly jarrring.
"So, you don't want to go to the festival," she started.
"No."
"Then..." She took a moment to find her words. "How about we go somewhere else? Somewhere fun?"
That- that broke him. "We?" They? Together? Run off to do whatever? Like, a date? A date with Amy Rose! It sounded too good to be true! And it was. It must've been! Right? There was no way it was possible! Not with the likes of him, she must've meant it platonically. He shook the foolish thought out of his mind. His quills-that he didn't know were pricked in the first place-smoothed down. And he tried to regain his composure. "Rose..." His voice was still shaking. He looked at her expression and tensed up. She seemed... scared. Had he done something scary? Did he ruin everything without even trying?
"Nevermind," she blurted. "I get it." No! She's going to leave me here? Say something! Something Intelligent! "We hardly know each other, I-"
"Where would we go?" He asked. Not perfect, but not threatening, or creepy. He could work with this.
"Well," again, she made an adorable face when she started thinking. "You talking about records reminded me that my grandmother has tons of old records. She's out on vacation with my grandfather, but I'm sure she'd let us borrow it for a while."
It was like he was finally getting reprieve from everything. Amy Rose, a taste of the past, the good part of the past, it was... Perfect. But what did she think of the whole thing?
"I thought you were going to the festival." He muttered. She handily brushed it aside.
"Eh, I've been previous years, I can miss this once. It's not going anywhere. You're more important, anyway."
'You're more important.'
'You're more important.'
'You're more important.'
How long has he been loving her on the sidelines, assuming that she saw nothing but a worse version of Sonic? But here she is, proving that wrong. Maybe he had a chance with her after all.
He shoved that thought down with the rest. Not now. We can think about it later. He'd forgotten comepletely about what was bothering him before. She was a miracle-worker. He looked her in her emerald eyes. "Just tell me where to go."
"YES!" She clapped her hands together, like she was genuinely excited for this. And he was starting to think she was. "Okay, okay, um. it's this yellow house by Acorn Street," he knew that area. "Right where-WOAH!"
He picked her up immediately, and shot off towards the street she said. After a few seconds he realized what he just did. He didn't ask, or warn her. He wasn't even subtle about this whole thing!
He glanced at her briefly. She seemed... Fine? Content, at the very least.
Note to self, don't just pick her up. That is weird. We're trying to be normal.
One day, one day, he would be able to tell her his feelings. And maybe one day, she'd reciprocate.
A/N: I grew up in America, so I was always fascinated by the festivals that other cultures have about blessing the year with good harvests and stuff. In certain parts of China, they have this blacksmith firework thing where they just straight up throw molten metal around. it's pretty sick.
ranting about my toxic ex is basically a hobby at this point
May I humbly request hc’s for the gay traumatized cowboy with daddy issues (texas)?👁️👁️
Oooooo yess, Texas was a fun one to think about because I had to think like a southerner slightly, and I live in Jersey lol (granted Jersey gets pretty southern if you go too far but I don't live there)
Texas-
Used to hunt a lot, however with the Table becoming slightly more important in the 2020s he had to slow it down significantly
Has a massive ranch, horses, cattle, chickens, you name it, Texas probably has it
Would actually kill someone (but specifically Cali) if they took his hat, there is no way he is letting Austin be in control for that long
His wires are slightly crossed, hence Austin or literally any of his cities (though honestly the cities being personified depends on the state, Texas has researched this before and it’s not worth asking why, you won’t get an answer)
Guns lol
Will occasionally just cough up oil, it’s not common but it is annoying
He’s not gay, at all, what so ever, he’s just a very straight cowboy livin his life (guess the lie here, hint: he is for sure livin his life and is a cowboy)
He doesn’t hate Oklahomo, he just wishes the absolute best for him and the absolute best is dying
Loves cooking as much as he does hunting, which is a lot, he’ll do it whenever he wants, for basically no reason, it’s a fun hobby for him
Has dinner every other Sunday with Mexico and other Spanish speaking countries, Cali, Arizona, and NM will also join from time to time
He likes history a lot more than people realize, he has to be good at it to say that it’s all fake duh
Hates snow, never wants it ever again, the one time he got snow he doesn’t remember BECAUSE HE BASICALLY DIED MAINE (he’s only slightly dramatic, he didn’t die but it sure did feel like it)
Made Jersey teach him how to make “proper pizza” since he taught him how to make a brisket
He’s tall, like 6’3 tall, he could technically go taller but 6’3 doesn’t make him feel like he’s stretching his skin
If he’s exhausted then he won’t understand a lick of English, he doesn’t get that tired often but when he does it’s turned into a game to see who can get him to bed first (It’s normally Alabama or Oklahomo- I mean homa, Oklahoma)
Went back to high school in the 2000s, an experience he doesn’t know if he regrets or wants to study under a microscope
Has three dogs, they are his babies along with his horses, he fought long and hard to convince Gov to let him have them at the StateHouse even with the no pets rule that like 3 people didn’t follow at the time
Loves Football, obviously, Sunday Football is spent outside with barbeque and the entire south, even if their team isn’t playing
Doesn’t actually hate Cali, he thinks that he’s an idiot and never knows when to shut up but he can admire how smart he actually is even if Texas would never say it out loud, and Austin, Austin was a big reason
How do we feel about some late Valentine’s Day headcanons for the Arcane characters?
guys im gonna crash out if one more person mischaracterises or doesn’t understand why pricefield stans are mad about the double exposure break up. we are not mad because we think that they are the only ship to exist or that they have to be canon, we are mad because the WHOLE last game was chloe and max saying “hey girl, we will NEVER EVEREVER leave eachother!!!!!” just for deck nine to completely erase that???? the player literally sacrificed a town so that they could keep living TOGETHER, not for them to not talk?????? also chloe price aka “free spirit”??????? HELLO???? WHOS IDEA WAS THIS????? that girl would NOT finish a relationship because she doesn’t want to be tied down??? she wouldn’t just break up with max. please i can’t do this!!!!????!!!!?
her ass is NOT laying down. look at my cutie patootie oc
Crap.. Tsukki is so freaking reliable!
i totally forgot to post my tptm tattoo, oops. anyways.. i got nurse parallel lyrics tattooed on the inside of my arm so click below to see 💔💔
ignore the low quality and the foot with the croc. but i had my mom try to do a watercolor-esque style on it, and it's really growing on me. it's not perfect, and that's okay! it gives it charm, and makes it human.
i had her touch it up again around a week ago and now it's done! i hope the community likes it. this may or may not be the first tptm tattoo... that's AWESOME.
(idgaf if people opposite of my views interact with this one post, mostly because i like the attention and i'm so proud of my mom's tattoo work)
i apologize y’all i’ve been on that hazbin hotel brain rot so if you want, send me some requests for that too
I still can’t believe Dead Apple is an actual movie and Chuuya actually collapsed right into Dazai’s crotch lap
HOLY SHIT I THOUGHT I HAD MORE TIME TO PREPARE BUT APPARENTLY IT’S SHINKAMI WEEK NOW?
So I have a Spider-Noir AU and I think it's pretty swell
so basically. yeah. Uhm. Well. So first off, I would like to mention that I was, in fact, in a manic episode when I got the idea. so you cant be mean to me. Look, I know this sounds crazy guys but PLEASE IT'S MY EVERYTHING
He's always been a really mad character. the first thing he did after getting his powers is go to kill goblin. So I figured, lets amp it up by 100. So now, unintentionally, I made him a mix of Punisher and Jigsaw. But he's cooler and more interesting because... uh... he's him? Yeah.
If you couldn't tell by the beautiful graphic, massive trigger warning. this gets graphic. like, REALLY gorey graphic. I don't know why nor how I got these ideas. but yeah. warning for that. No visuals, though
To start off, SCREW THE 2020 NOIR COMICS. THOSE ARE NOT HIM!!! THOSE ARE SO NOT HIM!!! THOSE ARE FAN SERVICE!!!! I am the fan though. That one panel with his double Ds is, in fact, my lockscreen. BUT THATS NOT THE POINT!!! the point is, it's a continuation of the 2009 comics. actually, it continues after Spider-Geddon. Because 2 can play the back from the dead game. Since it's a continuation, I beg of you to please read his comics. please. please oh my god they're so good. like oh my god. I have made a google slideshow about them. guys they are so full of tiny details I gen can't
So he's back after dying. I figured it can be the same way as the canon one. I'm not that creative. OBVIOUSLY some other canon parts have been changed, too. I'm bringing characters who def could have survived back, hence the ability to eat vulture back. which. is what we're doing. well, what he's doing. uhm.
Anyways, he's back from the dead. He rushes home to Aunt May just wanting a hug from her after everything he just went through. Unfortunately, when she sees him (after the initial disbelief) she looks at him with nothing but disgust for him.
So now he's homeless. But he has a cat. Because adding Ding-Ding was such an amazing move in the 2020 comics. So he basically just lives with this cat. He does, eventually, become a PI with his own little abode. Don't ask for more details. I don't know.
Well. Uhm. GUYS I'M SORRY. I HAD TO DO IT. I COULDN'T THINK OF A BETTER REASON TO LOSE YOUR SANITY. GUYS PLEASE I'M SO SORRY. IF YOU ARE ON TIKTOK, YOU MIGHT HAVE SEEN SOMETHING WITH IT, AND YOU BLAMED IT ON BENNY BOY. I'M SORRY. I'M THE ONE WHO DID IT. HE JUST DREW IT.
I killed the cat. Precious Ding-a-Ling is dead.
So he snaps. He's officially lost everything. Aunt May disowned him, Robbie is Robbie, and as of right now MJ is back to war or something. idk. maybe she can be dead too. yeah. MJ is also dead. THE POINT IS, HE HAS NOTHING NOW.
And now, the only thing that brings him any emotion, is after killing a bad person. So he hunts them down. It's like a drug. He has nothing left, so why not? It's not like he can die. At least he's helping people. But after a while, it's just not enough. These people deserve more than an easy way out. He slowly becomes more and more sadistic.
This is where the Vulture comes back. Who else is still alive? Goblin, Montana, Ox, Doc Ock, Shocker, and Mysterio. And since I was bored, Jonah and Felicia are part of this too. Yeah.
One of my beautiful (really shitty) drawings is based off "an eye for an eye", because that's what this is. Revenge. So here's some outcomes for those guys!
The Vulture: Blood eagle (because he needs wings, duh) and also eaten. He's also! Alive! yeah. Our silly guy knows anatomy. He knows what he can and can't do. (I watched midsommar)
The Goblin: His greatest fear is being locked up in a cage and mocked. So he's kept in a cage. And Since he always had others do his dirty work, it's his turn. He's gotta help clean up and help torture. Also, he's being experimented on. Because once again, Peter Parker is Peter Parker, and he is a nerd
Doc Ock: I originally was going to lobotomize him, but that's BORING!!! So he is now Swiss cheese. yeah. lots of holes drilled into him.
Shocker: Bennett actually came up with this one; electric chair, but he has to power it himself.
Mysterio: White room.
Uhm. I do have more, but this is already long and I don't want to bore you guys if you've read all this for some reason. But thank you if you did! I've actually worked really hard on this entire thing. There's a lot to it. So I hope you enjoyed this???
Sorry for dropping off the face of the earth.
I got busy. drawing him.
I Am Dazai Ch 8
This fanfic gave me the chance to release my inner edgelord. Cheers!
The cutie @deathnguts tagged me in a qna 🩷 so here's my answers
Last song: Dog nightmare's
Favorite color: Light pink!
Currently reading: I don't read much but Witch hat Atelier!
Currently watching: does YouTube count..?
Last movie: Deadpool and Wolverine sadly
Sweet spicy or savory: I love sweet but savory is on top
Tea or coffee: Coffee but with way too much sugar and iced
Current obsessions: Warrior cats, analog horror, gravity falls and Dungeon Meshi
Last thing googled: bass logo 😭 ( It was for a reference okay )
My tags for people who should answer these questions next are @poopydraws and @cheesecakepaw
Transcript: chara being trapped in the void with gaster and dess (and or the vessel too) is the funniest thing. a mad scientist, a mall goth and a twelve y/o (whos the devil) walk into a bar.... hysterical trio void gang my beloved
warm evenings
Heyy here's my contribution for the OSMT Spring 2025 zine! I had a lot of fun being part of this project, everyone please go check it out!
