#anyway ive had this idea for a while

[bugs-with-webs]

shadows death fucked sonic up more than he likes to admit. shadow was the first time sonic has personally experienced death. and it was the strangest hedgehog he had ever met. the strangest hedgehog, that no one cared about. he tried to destroy the world, almost succeeded, and few people knew he sacrificed himself to save it in the end. sonic couldnt let that be forgotten. he couldnt let shadow be forgotten. so he made a grave. it was a shitty grave. just a stone with shadows name written on it in sharpie. sonic was the only one who knew where it was, who knew it even existed. but it was something. it was enough. if no one else would remember shadow, then sonic would carry his memory himself if he had to (even though he knew shadow would live on in rouge's memory too). he'd visit the grave. it started everyday, but eventually everyday turned to once a week, to once a month. the pain never left, but he found ways to cope. even though shadow was dead and long gone, sonic talked to the grave. hed tell shadow fun facts about earth, adventures sonic went on, past and present, things he think shadow would like, any thought he had, especially those regarding the black hedgehog, he would tell to the grave. and it was fine.

until shadow came back. but he wasnt shadow. he didnt remember sonic, he didnt remember how they bonded while fighting together in space, he didn't remember. so sonic kept going to the grave. he continued to talk to it while walking in circles around it, wishing he could do and show shadow all these things while trying to desperately ignore the increasing hole in his chest.

but then shadow gets his memory back. but its still not the same. now its too long, too awkward, for sonic to show shadow everything he wanted to and tell shadow everything he wanted to. its too late to d so now. so he keeps visiting the grave. he learns more about shadow. his favorite flower is lavender. sonic starts leaving bouquets of it at the grave. shadow likes astronomy, sonic starts reading nerdy space books to the grave. every time he learns something new about shadow is another thing for the grave. and everything is fine. no one knows about the grave. they cant. and sonic keeps talking to it like its shadow.

until one day. that gets ruined. one day, sonic goes to the grave, a fresh bouquet of lavender in one hand and the newest astronomy book in the other, and he freezes at the sight of shadow. the real shadow. kneeling silently in front of the grave, his back to sonic. sonic thinks about leaving, but shadows voice stops him dead in his tracks. he asks sonic how long the grave has been here for. 'a while'

they dont say anything. shadow takes a deep breath and turns to sonic. if sonic didnt know any better, hed assume shadow just stopped crying. shadows asks him something that makes the world around him freeze. 'did you mean everything you said?' shadow knew. he heard. everything. shadow heard all the things sonic wanted to do with him, wanted to show him, wanted to share with him, and now sonic couldnt run from that anymore.

no ones cared about shadow before. hes the villain, the monster, the evil one. no one cared when he died. or so he thought. he saw sonic running one day, seemingly with a purpose, and shadow followed him. to a small clearing that would've been impossible for anyone to find by themself. and there was a rock. and sonic started talking to it. and shadow wondered what exactly this was, until he spotted the name on the rock. his name on the rock. and he heard sonic say how he wanted to hold shadow in his lap as they watched a meteor shower together, or how sonic wanted to comfort shadow after he had a flashback, or how sonic wanted to show shadow the world and more. and even hours after sonic left, shadow stayed at the grave. he learned sonics routine. the hedgehog would go there once every two weeks. the same time. the same day. a new bouquet of lavender each time. and shadow would follow him. learn how sonic wanted to make him breakfast in the morning, how sonic wanted to learn about astronomy with shadow, how sonic wanted how. shadow got there before sonic did one day. he wasnt sure why. but he stared at the rock for a long time. there was a 2 week old bouquet of lavender next to the sad rock. there was only one thought in shadows head, even as sonic saw him. 'he cared. he wanted to remember me. he cared about me.' and he slowly turns to sonic, and asks him 'did you mean everything you said?'

[hinamie]

I don't want to regret the way I lived

[kkaags]

wanted to see how far i could push c+

[s0fter-sin]

trans!soap taking his baby and running away from his rich abusive husband

(cw angst, financial abuse, single threat of child abuse, single mention of transphobia)

he's owned soap for years, since he was a teenager; paid for his medication and all his surgeries and tied them so deeply, soap’s lost hope of ever getting away. he gets even worse when soap falls pregnant. he was always controlling; blowing up at him if he spent too long out of the house or did something without telling him. but he becomes utterly possessive during the pregnancy

soap knows it has nothing to do with his safety or the baby's

he knows he sees his baby as an investment; another being he can control and hold over him

he gets worse and worse but there’s nothing soap can do. there's been nothing he can do for a long time. then a few months after the baby is born, soap doesn’t watch his tone closely enough and his husband threatens to drop his baby in punishment for it

soap doesn't think. he doesn't plan

he takes his baby and runs

he sneaks out of the servant's quarters of the sterile mansion he's been forced to live in for almost a decade and walks down the street without a backwards glance; his baby the only thing in his arms. he knows all of his husband's cars have trackers, all of them in his name since he never lets soap drive or go anywhere by himself, so he walks far enough to be out of view of the mansion's cameras and steals one. it doesn't have a car seat and all he can do is clutch his baby to his chest as he drives

he doesn't know where he's going beyond away

he doesn't know what he's going to do; he doesn't have any money, no supplies for his baby, he doesn't even have water for himself so he can reliably breastfeed him. he's terrified his husband will find them; he’s always felt omniscient, always everywhere and seeing everything he did. if he didn’t have eyes somewhere, he paid someone who did and they always dutifully reported back to him

soap just keeps his eyes forward. just keeps driving and driving, lost to the road and numb until the low gas light pops up on the dash and it all hits him at once

he turns into a gas station he can't pay for, in a car he stole, and parks behind it and his baby immediately starts getting fussy

he can't even call him by his name sometimes; too afraid to get attached, too afraid to lose him. as if he doesn’t love him more than life itself

even throughout his pregnancy, as happy as he was to finally have a baby, he didn't know if he could carry to term and that fear just let his husband dig his claws in even deeper; paying for extra scans he could never hope to pay for, favours on top of favours so he would aways owe him and isn’t he such a loving husband? taking soap in when his parents kicked him out for being trans, looking after him for all these years? you can’t even take care of yourself john, you’d still be a woman without me, john, what is this tantrum about john-

soap tugs his shirt up to let his baby feed, drops his head back and cries

he can't stop it; wails loud and uncontrolled, chest heaving with his sobs enough that it sways his baby, occasionally breaking his latch and he can't even do this right-

he can't save him

a light knock sounds on the window and soap flinches, curling over his baby to protect him from his huband's cruel hands

but it's not his husband outside the window

soap blinks tears from his eyes and looks at the large stranger standing beside the car. a neck gaiter covers his mouth and it should be off-putting… but something about him stops the feeling in its tracks. the stranger takes a half-step back and lifts a chilled and sealed water bottle, pressing it towards the window

soap quickly swipes his face clean and rolls down the window. "sorry 'bout that," he apologises with a choked laugh, the careful front he’s built over the years cracked and bleeding

the stranger gives a dismissive but somehow not diminishing shrug. "long day?" he asks

"could say that," he gives a shrug of his own and pats his baby's back as he makes a disgruntled noise, unconsciously swaying him

he politely keeps his gaze up on his face. "looks like you could use a break."

soap's breath hitches, anxiously darting his tongue out over his bottom lip. "could say that," he repeats uselessly and takes the water with a quiet “thanks,”; his throat dry and screaming for it after crying so hard

the stranger hums, watching him down the bottle and soap doesn’t notice his eyes drifting to the backseat and footwell of the passenger side. doesn’t notice the slight tension in his fists at what he sees. "how long you been runnin', lad?"

soap freezes, the water settling in his stomach like a stone. he swallows thickly and the bottle falls from his lips

"not long enough."

the stranger just nods, looking idly back down the highway

"you know, this place is connected to a garage,” he starts, nodding back to a building attached to the station without taking his eyes off the road. “lotta people drift through 'ere on road trips; too many to keep track.”

soap frowns slightly, shifting his hold on his baby

“funny thing is, plenty of 'em just abandon their car when they break down. like yours,” he adds and finally turns back to him with a pointed look. “got a whole junkyard of 'em. just rustin' away. be pretty easy to convince me to trade ya one."

soap’s mouth parts in a gasp as he realises just what the stranger’s saying. "how easy?" he whispers

he shrugs and even with his face hidden beneath the gaiter, he doesn’t feel afraid. "i'd say this car'd be a good deal. would blend right in with the rest of ‘em; no one’d ever notice it. what say i take it off your hands?"

soap's breath shudders out of him, his whole body going limp with relief. his baby's eyes fall shut with a satisfied hum and for the first time he can remember, he feels the gentle touch of hope

"i think we can work something out."

🧼💀

ghost owns the service station soap pulled into. he wanted something quiet and isolated after he retired and you can’t get much quieter than a backwoods servo surrounded by forest. he hasn’t had anyone pull in in days so he’s quick to notice soap’s car. he’s also quick to notice soap's subsequent breakdown in one of the cameras. the sight of him crying, desperately clutching a baby like they’re all he has left in the world, is so familiar he felt sick with it

he knows someone running when he sees it

if he didn't check on him, if this lad disappeared one day and the baby along with him, he'd never forgive himself. the lad doesn't even have a baby bag or car seat with him, and the personalised sticker on the back window of a lady and a dog is a dead giveaway that the car is stolen

but the lad is terrified. and when he startled him, he didn't turn. didn’t lift his arms to protect himself. no

he covered his baby

like he was afraid he'd be hurt

that's enough for ghost

🧼💀

i'd wanna set this in the 80's or 90's, just to make it even harder for soap to get away from his husband. he's a trans man with a newborn; he has no one to run to and no resources to help him. his husband's bought and paid for everything for him since he was 17; a few whirlwind weeks of unbelievable dates and extravagant gifts and he was living in his mansion, getting married the day after his 18th birthday. he thought it was love. thought he was being looked after and cared for the way he’s always wanted

he was in pain and alone and naive enough to believe the first person who came along and promised to make it better. nothing's in his name, not his insurance or his meds, he doesn’t have a bank account or savings; other than a birth certificate, nothing even ties him to his baby. his husband could take his world away from him with a snap of his fingers and he made sure soap always knew it

he never had a chance of getting away

but ghost is ex-military

he doesn’t know the lad’s story, doesn’t know the details of what he’s running from. he doesn’t need to know

he decided he was helping him the second he pulled into his service station

[cozylittleartblog]

9th annual nick valentines day (ft. soup again) + doodle i made last year that i forgot about, from when bethesda gave us that free update

[rgrfederer]

i couldn’t stop giggling while i was doing this edit hope you know that. novak and roger in rafa’s good graces ?

[chippycore]

Cultural exchange

[lorebird]

In which Ford struggles so badly to relate to other people that he wonders if he’s really human at all. The more isolated he becomes, the harder it is to reconcile with his own humanity.

[oh-gh0st]

shinrei deserves to be a goth princess in vampire matsu au. jyushi will be her prince

[joshuamj]

In Time and Stars

[hinamie]

some quick jjk eye paintings

[hellsite-junior-detective]

I've been putting this off for a while, but

@hellsite-detective, hi!

I am a gimmick blog inspired by you, here to help the people of tumblr find posts!

I am still learning, but I feel confident enough in my skills to actually let you/your followers know I exist.

Hope you're having a fantastic day!

[peacockrulz]

Sorry for the lack of posts, have some more headcanons!!

[captaincrumbz]

METALBEARD!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[coern-art-very-cool-and-nice]

try again?

[pinacoladamatata]

trying a very different approach to color ala tim mcburnie style and it's making me melt. figured i'd share it bc Idk it's more complicated but I like the way it's making me think/plan

thumbnail and rough sketch that i liked so much i turned it into....

and then made several color thumbnails/messed around w them for awhile

until finally settled on this one

and then

so the current foliage lines look like this and they're on 11 different layers (i'll merge some to be back, mid and forground in a bit)

(i also started on solas' head just ignore it for now)

and next step is really spend more time on the construction layer for lavellan and the wolf statue (solas is ready to be lined bc i drew him first)

then color with flats using quick masks instead of by hand like i'm used to c:

this is all wayyyy more layers than i'm used to but I do kind of like it so far; particularly the color thumbnail and construction layer/phase part