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[alterchaos]

THE HEARTS WE TOUCH

A hero has fallen. Everyone grieves for their lost friend in their own way. Lives forever altered...

(cw: depictions of grief and depression)

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NEXT CHAPTER: THE MECHANIC'S APPRENTICE

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Head down, the hero walked along the Shamarian road.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

He walked into the view of his closest friends, the ones who’d been by his side this entire journey.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

All except one, who now lay sleeping beneath the earth.

It was all his fault.

Tap.

They approached, eyes fraught with worry as they spotted him alone. They questioned the whereabouts of their other friend, the girl with the golden hair. 

A golden locket was held out in response.

The young fox backed up, shaking his head with wet eyes. The pink hedgehog fell to the ground in a fit of sobbing. The blue hedgehog remained still, eyes crestfallen.

It was all his fault. 

The trio boarded the Blue Typhoon, ready to depart from their life-altering adventure. The professor placed a hand on the fox’s shoulder with compassionate reassurance. The fox nodded before boarding. He took the helm, leaving behind their lost friend beneath the earth.

It was all his fault.

The ship landed on the floating island in the sky. A large echidna ran to them in anticipation, concerned over their extended absence. He froze as he spotted the golden heart around the hedgehog’s neck. The other hedgehog turned away as the echidna bashed a nearby tree, sending the top careening as he screamed out in failure. He fell to his knees, illuminated by the massive emerald behind him. 

It was all his fault.

The hero approached the house where the small child played happily with her chao friend. The rabbit waved, inviting him to join, before halting abruptly with concern. Her mother approached, asking what was wrong. The glittering heart was her answer. The mother’s eyes flew wide in shock as the smaller rabbit broke down in tears, understanding what had happened. The hero watched with apathetic eyes, not even noticing the trio of detectives who had overheard the conversation behind him.

It was all his fault. 

The hero knocked on the white door. A tired bat answered with a yawn, tearing up in shock as her eyes fell on the locket dangling from his neck. Behind her, the ebony hedgehog stared in horror, flashbacks of his lost sister overtaking him. He raced toward the hero in unbridled fury, bashing him in the face over and over again. With one final hit, the blue hedgehog was sent careening into a nearby tree, wood cracking under the impact. The younger hedgehog flew to him once more, pinning him up high with his arm. He reared his fist back for another punch, a murderous yet tearful look in his eye. The older hedgehog stayed limp, lifeless eyes staring ahead into nothingness. He didn’t care. He had no will to fight. The ebony hedgehog saw this and threw him to the side. It wasn’t worth it if he didn’t fight back. He raced back into the house and up the stairs, slamming his door shut with a resounding scream. The Hero of Mobius remained motionless on the grass, unflinching even when a small flicky landed on his head in the peaceful daylight.

It was all his fault.

The young fox entered his workshop, the space now alien as if some distant memory. He stood there, blank, for however long passed before he made his way over to his workstation, ready to distract himself through some rhythmic dance. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted the cosmo flower he cherished so dearly, now wilted from a month of neglect. He shakily fell to his knees, crying into his hands for all the death surrounding him.

It was all his fault. 

The hero walked silently down the market street, relaying the news of the joyful violinist’s departure from this world. Many hands offered comfort, though none could truly give.

It was all his fault.

The pink hedgehog reentered her home, the silence a deafening reminder of the sister she’d lost. She wandered up to her room, stopping at the door as she spotted the cracked door down the hall. She paused, eventually daring to journey forth to its handle. She grabbed it, she let go, she turned away. She then grabbed it once more, opening the portal to her sister’s presence she wished to feel. Everything was as she left it, including the shirt stained in red as well as her diary which, flipped open, read the following:

”I can’t wait to share more of my special memories to come.”

The pink hedgehog fled the room, stumbling to her knees in the hallway before breaking down in another fit of tears.

It was all his fault.

It rained that day, the day of the funeral. Though no body was recovered, a stone grave was erected, beautifully decorated to resemble the lost soul. Flowers and gifts were laid to rest alongside her, the Mobians expressing their final goodbyes in silence and in song. As the day grew old, one by one, every member of the girl’s family left. Only the two brothers remained. As day turned to night, the younger of the two squeezed the elder’s shoulder in support before taking his leave. The hedgehog remained, staying vigilant at her side through the darkness of the night. He wanted to keep his vow, to remain at her side until the end.

Though the end had already come.

As the sun rose on the new day, the hero slowly made his way back home. He opened the door he’d flown from a month prior. The room was spotless, every trace of her crimson blood vanished as if that fateful night had never come to pass. A single note lay on the small table next to a wrist communicator.

Sonic

I cleaned up the place while you were out. Didn’t want you coming back to that. I also left some meals for you in the kitchen. Please eat and get some rest. I’ll be by tomorrow to check in. Call me if you need anything.

~Tails

The hero stood there a moment, staring blankly ahead as he held onto the golden locket adorning his neck. He then shut the door with a small click, shutting out the once-vibrant world now shroud in gray. 

Beneath the warmth of the summer sun lay the soul of a girl, decorated in flowers of the purest white. Her petals danced through the air, carried lovingly by the wind’s gentle embrace. Though unable to reach the stars she coveted, she shone brilliantly under the light, shimmering in her own special way.

Shining like the moon bells atop the earth where she lay. 

SAGA END

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[hayaku14]

btw last week on jp twitter they were goncharov-ing a detective conan movie into existence lmao

it all started because of this twitter user pointing out that the Osaka Expo 2025 venue looks like a setting out of a detco movie (x)

then someone fixed the color, added "original work by gosho aoyama", and voila (x)

and then people just kept adding on to it, here's a few more:

they got teaser art posters (1) (2) (3)

a movie logo (x)

and a movie poster ofc (x)

btw if you were wondering wtf that weird blob creature is, it's Osaka Expo 2025's mascot:

oh yeah someone also made a whole ass movie trailer (x)

and end credits too but i can't upload 2 videos so here's the link (x)

someone even made an agasa quiz lmao (x)

someone also brainrotted so hard they managed to gather hattori, kaitou kid, amuro, and akai all in one movie (x)

anyway, we've cracked the code. we can explode any place just by adding "original work by gosho aoyama" (x) (x)

[lil-lemon-snails]

sometimes you just need to hear it v some stills below the cut v

[paintedcrows]

It is imperative to me that Bill and Stan do torrid Duchess Approves roleplay and argue about character motivations

[fumifooms]

Omg guys he just genuinely likes bugs and mollusks and critters 😭💘💔 Forced to noble when he just wanna crouch and watch things skitter in the dirt…

[humming-fly]

(The most impressive thing here isn't that Rouge and Shadow didn't know they shared a birthday it's that Amy Did)

Last week I saw a lot of those "Happy Birthday Shadow" posts but didn't see any for Rouge despite the fact that based on character debut dates they actually have the same exact birthday, a fact I personally find extremely funny especially given how unlikely I think either of them is to ever notice it

[nipuni]

Here is me being super normal about Doctor Who!! I tried on Nicolas' Ten costume today 😌

[setmeatopthepyre]

decided my jacket needed more spikes & more colors

[vngful]

Bro is f*ckin locked in

[komorebian]

"A nobleman and a dung-grubber? Brothers? Impossible."

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Something Borrowed, Something Blue.

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[sevilai]

The sillys!!!

I have a lot of sketches sitting around I REALLY LIKE that I never do much with. I'm trying to be less self conscious about how unpolished a lot of my stuff is :')

[comicaurora]

I just drafted the design for some possible book preorder bonuses and I am absolutely vibrating because I Want These Things To Exist So Bad

[suntails]

stalemate

[sukibenders]

When other Yellowjackets fans, majority who are poc themselves, talk about how weird and frustrating it is that the writers introduced a random yte character and gave them a storyline when there were two (technically three but they killed off Lottie even when there was an opportunity for more) woc, who have been around since s1, that could've fit the mold instead (like Mari) and have actual personalities outside of building up/being the lapdog for another character. Or how often times many of the, limited, poc characters are often either treated poorly and killed off, or pushed to the side (Simone, reduced to the disposable black girlfriend trope and is nearly killed by her partner because she's in the way of a ship; Travis, since s1, had his trauma dismissed or ignored and was overly hated but no one talks about how he was SA'd by the girls he's now stuck with on top of having to eat his brother and not be able to grieve over it). How Taissa's whole storyline is just revolving around Van even with all the potential, especially given she's fighting to be free from her own mind, how Lottie's mental illness is treated so poorly as if it's not the butt of a joke then it's met with heavy criticism (and the only time she is met with sympathy for it, it's through the lens of a yte character embodying her and having an emotional conversation with her father). How you can have all of these reasons (and more) for being annoyed by Melissa's character or the direction of the show, and be met with #those fans downplaying these concerns, or just being overly antagonistic just because they find yte character #243 entertaining so obviously these conversations don't have merit. But this fandom has always had an...."interesting" way in which it discussed the poc characters on the show, so I'm not surprised.