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[heartinhands]

@spirestar said: think before you speak, please? ( for dante, from lady! unless another muse calls u lmao )

Thumb scratches at the side of his nose, the final smug detail to his rather amused smile. "C'mon Lady, you know as well as I do that pulling punches in times like these doesn't help anyone." A steel-toed boot nudges at the disintegrating devil in front of them. Demons taking up residency in people's bodies; family members killed by family members (what else is new), and Dante and Lady called in to clean up the mess. When asked what was going on, Dante had only put it bluntly.

It's not like Lady to tell him to back off, but maybe because so many innocent sisters and brothers and mothers and fathers were wrapped up in the situation, she'd been compelled to tell him to utilize a little more tact. "It's not gonna bring anyone back if I don't tell them that poor old dad was controlled by a devil. It's dad's body that still died." The smile grows into more of a shit-eating grin. "Doesn't that bring back memories?"

[fortruechaos]

@a0iakuma said: "Why are you late?" ( sonic is tapping his foot so impatiently LMAO )

He barely has a moment to hockey stop when Sonic already accosts him with the question Shadow had been dreading most when he realized he was going to be late. And sure enough the accompanying dumdumdumdumdum that is Sonic's foot tapping on the ground tells Shadow everything he needs to know. He wants to point out that he's only five minutes late, but Sonic won't ever take that for an answer. A sharp breath, a 'tch' through gritted teeth. He decides to just cut his losses. It's a stupid reason, even, too. "Coffee machine broke." But it's the honest truth. Red eyes flash warningly, as if daring Sonic to challenge him about the story's veracity or laugh at him. "I lost track of time. I'm here now, whatever, let's move on."

[fortruechaos]

Shadow nodded at Harmony's comment about not wanting to work with GUN--frankly he thought no one should if they could help it, but Shadow knew he was one of the only people equipped to keep them in check and undermine their red tape. And even then he still struggled often. Otherwise though he was motionless, putting his skewer to the side against the log they were sitting on.

Her last comment rang true. Shadow resolved immediately not to fall into the same pitfall as this Shadow; he would never listen to GUN, not like that, and even if he decided it was worth working through them in the aftermath of the Phantom Ruby war, he would never barter his soul. Other people had done that for him so many times. He had decided a long time ago he wanted to keep it for himself; a fiercely selfish desire even as he fought for selfless reasons.

"Good," was all he said after Harmony finished, evidently satisfied enough to deliver the highest of compliments in Shadow-speak. Even if he didn't see eye-to-eye with Volt and Harmony for whatever reason or get along with them or anything, it sounded like at least he was doing his goddamn job. Therefore Shadow could keep his efforts focused back home. "Thank you for letting me know. It would be a pain to put this other me in his place. Hmph!" Although it could be kind of fun to go toe-to-toe with someone with his own abilities...

The sun had descended a long time ago. Shadow wasn't tired, he didn't tire like that, and probably neither did Harmony, but regardless he felt that it was good to break here. "Maybe it's time for some rest. For that race you're so excited for. If you're not at the top of your game, it will be a pointless victory, heh." Shadow grinned, sure of his victory but not without good humor in his expression, and then he moved to start poking at the fire to extinguish it.

“Oh. I don’t have a problem with him. I just don’t talk t’ him much. I don’t work a lot with GUN.” Being a Freedom Fighter, Harmony hardly interacted with the military organization directly. Sometimes they worked in tandem, like when the metal virus had rampaged the Zone and caused a massive lockdown until they could solve it. The only other time was the more recent where they went to Starfall Islands as a favor for Buddy’s mom since everyone else was occupied with a natural disaster evacuation and clean up.

Now, asking her father about his relationship with the Shadow of the Zone was where things got complicated. Their recent encounter had left them both a bit shaken, but they could at least be in the same room without trying to take each other apart.

They just couldn’t be left alone.

“Buddy would probably be able t’ answer ya a bit better on what Shadow’s like since his mom is the Commander, but from what I’ve seen… He’s always lookin’ t’ help people. I don’t see him without Rouge and Omega usually but dad said he was alone on the Ark the last time he saw him. I know he works with the evac teams a lot when we have t’ get people t’ safety and I’ve seen him smash up some bots t’ protect people tryin’ t’ get ont’ airships.” The more she thought about it, the more she realized she didn’t know much of anything about him. Other than what she’d seen more recently and it was a stark contrast to what she remembered as a toddler.

“I think for awhile he was lost and was just doin’ what GUN told him to, but I think that all changed after Tower died.”

[fala-alfredo-pasta]

Will you draw Oumaru? (Komaru x Kokichi)

There are usually one of the most chaotic besties

finally drawing requests from over a year ago pt. 1 of ??? Oumaru anon I hope ur still out there

[baba-is-blog]

BABA IS NOT EVIL

[heartinhands]

Vergil laughs through his nose; it's more a whoosh of air than anything, reaching for his lukewarm coffee for a sip of it, nose wrinkling in distaste. Might as well just throw the rest of it on some ice. He wants to say something like I'm sure it's even easier to find Dante annoying after meeting me, I'm sure you see why I'm Like This with a twin like that, and so on so forth, but then again Dante's the one who's somehow managed to make a few friends he's held onto over the decades, and Vergil well--Vergil died. So there's that. Pride be damned, the facts are in front of them. "Did it...?" An idle wondering, not an insult, not a jab.

He's not sure if it mattered to him back then, only because Vergil never let anything matter in the way that something like being king did. But that's not Cam's fault. And of course Nero exists. Hell he's not even sure if he can trust his feelings or thoughts on the matter because he came back anyway--things mattered to him beneath the surface of his brimming ego, even unknown to him, even if he tried to ignore it and insist he was above petulant humanity and likes and dislikes and anything that required he not be a demon walking in personhood. Repression is a powerful thing even in retrospect. So he's left unsure. But if Cam says it mattered, he should probably trust her, since she's the one who got to be a human being these past few decades and think on it retroactively and he well--he died. It all comes back to that over and over again. Ridiculous. Vergil sighs and rubs at his brow with his other hand and also to shield his eyes, too bright in the otherwise dim lighting of Cam's apartment, from her bored gaze. "I don't know what I'm feeling half of the time I do anything at all. Still."

Cam adjusts accordingly--Her hands slip back around her cup of coffee, the liquid cool and stagnant now, and her fingers bunch up around it. The scars over her knuckles look like someone's bad version of a Rorschach test / Edges not quite matching up, no full picture tying them together. There's a few new ones on the side of her right thumb. Turns out Nero's Red Queen engine doesn't always maneuver well for people without demon blood. Or with small hands.

"That's how I remember you," she says. Honest and without intentional implication. By the time she learned that Dante had killed his twin, Cam was older. Sure, she blamed Dante for a thing neither of them could change, but she didn't think much about what her one-time hunting partner might have thought of her for caring by then. She was too old for it. She'd lost too much to pretend even in privacy. "I met Dante not long after the Tower--I've only known him after knowing you." After you were gone. She's thinking of it in closer relation to Dante now than only herself, subtracting herself from an equation that feels important. "I guess it doesn't really matter what you might've thought back then, though." Nineteen year old Vergil and Cam and Dante weren't exactly people to be trusted. They'd hardly seen the world at all. "It mattered anyway. And two people is pretty good for a guy who hated everyone he knew."

[echobsilly]

essential repost from last may❤️

(based off a convo w/ @smileposting )

[fortruechaos]

@familylightfox said: "I'm going to miss you while you're gone." From Volt

Coming and going--a comfortable sort of routine. Shadow can never abandon his home Zone. But the inn is becoming a sort of second home. As home as it can be without ever being home--or something like that. Shadow is a rather black and white creature when it comes to things like this: either a house is a home or it is a landing place. The ARK was home. His apartment in Westopolis is where he lives. He feels similarly about his home world and Volt and Harmony's world--Home and Where He Lives. It's not a bad thing. It's just how he feels.

A hand stills on the edge of the door; he's about to head back for his usual check-in when Volt speaks up. Shadow half-turns, ear flicking with interest. That same warmth in his cheeks. Usually he'd just shrug and say something like 'don't bother' because the idea of anyone missing him is just sort of inherently silly to Shadow. This time though--this time he tries to meet it. He's not stupid. Shadow has an idea of what's going on here. He's just...bad at matching the energy. Who can blame him? He spent 50 years on ice and another handful without anything but the name Maria and some data logs to his identity. Already he's not a coy person at heart and trauma and pain have thoroughly sealed off that path from him.

He turns around to properly address Volt, leaning against the side of the door he had been about to leave through, crossing his arms, wearing a small smirk. "I'm good at going fast, so maybe you won't even notice before I'm back."

[fortruechaos]

Oof. Shadow couldn't help but stiffen as Amy squeezed him like a toy, one hand half-raising. It didn't quite return anything at all, lingering in the air like a fisher's tackle, bobbing in the air. Shadow didn't dislike hugs with people he knew, and Amy was obviously a very trusted individual--but he still didn't initiate them. "Amazing, yes," he managed to reply, "It was. Hopefully we don't have to use it again, I have no intention of stealing one of Sonic's moves. Heh."

Shadow followed Amy when she started dragging him down the left highway after she released him only to gleefully grab his palm and take to 'navigating' the place. What else could he do? Amy had her heart set on going left, so they would go left. The hedgehog tested a Chaos Spear in his free hand, watching as a green arrow formed in his palm then dissipated. "I can use my Chaos abilities out here," he said, relaying this information, "Whatever they did to that room won't catch us again." The hall was still dead silent, but since there weren't any offshoots yet for them to investigate, Shadow didn't mind letting himself continue to be dragged until they came to another metal shutter. He wriggled his hand free so he could knock on the material, feeling it to be still quite sturdy as it was probably initiated in the lockdown--but nowhere near as annoying as the prior door would be.

He looked to Amy and half-turned. "I got the last one, you want to do the honors this time?"

"Shadow!" Amy heard 'trap' and 'guard', but not well enough to make it the immediate priority. Her hammer stowed away, she hopped through the torn doorway, bounded across the splintering steel debris, and threw her arms gleefully around Shadow's shoulders even as he'd turned away. "That was AMAZING! I mean, it was different and weird and of course that one's still for Sonic and me but—oooh!"

Despite its best efforts, the gust of victory hadn't swept Amy's head too far out. She released him with a breath, smoothing out her dress. Synergy, Rose. This was a mission in discretion with a subtle sort of hedgehog. And Shadow didn't like hugs. Or he seemed indifferent to hugs. Or it was something about her hugs in particular.

You know what? Hard to read.

"Right." Amy gave the hallways her own look around, took one of his hands in hers, and picked one to start tugging him down. Left felt like a good choice. "This way!"

[restinsodaroni]

This probably has been asked once, but if I called Moon via "Spspspsp" like how to call a kitty, would he come scurrying at the speed of sound? And would the same rules apply to Sun?

Moon is quick! ( Sun will turn around, but not know why he does that lol )

[fala-alfredo-pasta]

For your consideration: Mikan but tall.

(When I was just getting into Danganronpa I saw a fanart of this concept, and now my brain just thinks Mikan is, like, an inch or 2 taller than Hajime.)

she wants to help ;w;

[deoidesign]

panels from my webcomic. the characters are also from my webcomic. believe it or not it's about gay time traveling vampires

[fortruechaos]

"'Doing this?'" Shadow repeats curiously, peering down at the now-sprawled out hedgehog, arms still crossed in front of his chest. "What do you mean--'this'?" He assumes Sonic is talking about saving the world, but Shadow isn't the kind of person to put words in someone's mouth like that.

"And that's not true. But usually everyone knows what's going on in your mind whether they want to or not." Shadow exhales through his nose, a Shadow kind of laugh filtered almost as a heh. "Don't think I've ever needed to ask before." Sonic can be sneaky with plans, yes, but Shadow's not sure he's seen him be so close to the chest with his emotions. It's strange, to say the least.

A pause. "I'm not you. But is it really so bad if you do what you call 'this' forever?" As someone who is deeply obligated to and cherishes his sense of duty, Shadow can't quite understand Sonic's point of view.

“ Yeah, never going to happen there, Shadow. ” There's a spark of mischief glimmering in his green eyes. Then it's gone. Sonic looked at the grass, then up at the sky. He attempts another deep breath, centering himself. In and out. He doesn't like feeling like this. Where his other emotions would start getting the better of him. But then again, Sonic can't always be happy 24/7.

“ Just stuff. ” Was his mediocre response, back to plucking more grass and flicking it away, watching them fall; swaying side to side before landing. “ Just been wondering how long I'll be doing this. Just bittersweet thoughts really. Nothing too serious. ” The blue hedgehog suddenly plopped down onto the ground with his limbs all splayed out, looking up at the sky and Shadow. “ Why? You normally don't want to know what's going on my mind. ”

[wordfather]

hey guys, serious post here. i'm taking a break from tumblr for a while. i'm just not in a good place mentally rn. i promise i'll be okay, i just need to step away for a bit. i love you guys, take care <3 Romeo will watch over the blog whilst im gone everyone say hi Romeo:

[baba-is-blog]

music genre is favorite? band is favorite? user want opinion

user hope day is good!

(idk if i did this right but i dont personally have the energy to think harder on this asks wording so. lol)

ANSWER IS VARY

TASTE IS ECLECTIC

KEYGEN CHURCH IS GOOD

BABA IS ENJOY ARTCORE AND ARGENT METAL AND HALO MUSIC

BABA LOVE SYNTHS

BABA IS NOT LOVE ROMANCE

[intheholler]