greenhillguy

[greenhillguy]

@ greenhillguy: ❝ what i wouldn’t give to watch you die. ❞

the smell of rot & neglect attends the stale walls of the mazurian temple,  a jaundiced & green sepulchre of dancing,  scialytic light  (not too unlike those eyes cutting into his,  it won’t be me in the temples,  the halcyon of his grin gnarled & reclaimed by this umbra).  shadow stalls,  beholding the scene in front of him:  another mural depicting bloodshed,  bacchanals,  gory revelries,  the prophecy of it circling the chamber.  the figures lay prostrate,  /  rejoicing at the eve of his resurrection,  & the professor's voice suddenly occurs to him,  reciting translation—--earth-splitter,  sun-swallower.  at its epicenter,  at the climax,  is an altar,  the blood so old its lost its smell.  it should feel like home,  it does feel like home,  a prominent alien-ness in him that he viscerally rejects lest the dark god sinks his teeth into it,  coiling around his slow-beating heart with all the lazy,  murderous prowess of a colubrid.  in the long silence,  texturized by a grinding jaw,  a single diastole passes,  /   maligning them both in this sepulchral perihelion.  it’s backwards,  it’s wrong,  it’s perverted—-it’s dark gaia,  extant in each breath,  /   exegesis of the blood-red.  it feels more like home than the temple of shamar,  /   swathing the weary reveler in hearth-fire & warmth & sun,  choked by hanging gardens & floral perfumes.

if he is to turn around,  he knows the sight that will await him,  & in [un]characteristic cowardice,  he refuses to confront it.  the wide-toothed smile,  the botched shadows,  the convulsive contraction & expansion of irises,  /  an aperture of unmet need  (slaughter).  sonic dark gaia rises from the ground like a bastardized statue,  chiseled at sharp joints & hewn to ghoulish edges,  not too dissimilar to the frenetic,  feverish priests boasting sparagmos in the mural.  a shrinking,  noble part of him squeaks through his doubt,  the falter in his step:  you can still save him from this,  or maybe that’s the whispering of snakeskin against his heart,  the same susurrus timbre of another felled god,  /  commanding penance,  disciplehood.  who’s to say it won’t engulf them both?  who’s to say that noble voice isn’t just another masquerade,  an illusion mammeted by a god’s hand?

the chaos emerald in his hand is gray,  inert,  but if he squints,  his perceptive eyes pick up traces of red,  finely tessellated by the green fire.  mosaic of ailing light.  light gaia feels slower,  languid,  etherized,  & the warm aurum of super shadow feels unattainable & extinguished this deep into the bowels of the temple.  a creature,  clawing its way from primordial sewage to the light,  /  to the stars. 

as he stares at the chaos emerald,  all feeble chatoyance,  he thinks of rouge & the color of love,  passion,  fire  (vasculature).  sonic in the garden.  Her palm pressed against the glass,  the two of them borne by cables & wires.  [what was once a vessel lightly prodding at the shores of his mind a few nights ago strengthens like a howling cyclone,  /   gestating outside the walls of his fortified citadel,  laying siege,  starving him out of the dark.  it wants these memories.  it wants to gnarl them,  eclipse them,  eat them.]

(a torrid smirk,) “...  i’ll do anything for the right price.”  is it any surprise that this temple,  too,  demands something from them?  in shamar,  it had been linked hands,  /  salt & tears,  fifty years removed.  in apotos,  a material gift,  a bleeding collarbone.  here,  vivisection,  quartering.  really,  there isn’t any reason to be afraid,  but it’s true that dark gaia’s forwardness—-even with the presence of an intact chaos emerald—-gives him pause.  & yet,  despite it all,  he finds himself walking,  called toward his denouement  /  the altar,  like sirensong.  in the green light,  the old,  brown blood looks almost like black oblation,  calling to his own,  tar-dark & endless & cascading.  proffering an immortal body to a hungry god  (ad infinitum)  sounds like a dark nursery rhyme,  a twisted joke about infinities & appetites.

neck-deep in this spectacle,  shadow finally turns to face it.  he idly wonders what dark gaia really looks like,  marvels at how sonic’s body houses the monstrosity of it  (& thinks that it’s owed to both the impossibility & goodness of him),  but his perceptive eyes pick up on the splitting seams.  the places where sonic falters & darkness reigns,  like the benighted corner of his vacant grin or the patch of annexed fur.  dark gaia ferociously forcefeeds him an image:  blood queening his carotid,  wrung dry:  shadow violently sends one back,  emesis:  a disciple of one,  razing his temples to the ground,  kinged in the carnage.

"do you want to know what i think?" a sacrificial draping of limbs, ripe for sparagmos, daring, salivating. "i think i will revel in every second of sentencing you back to the primordial slime you came out of."

throat bared, dark inversion of predator & prey: “... give me him.” 

#dude we popped off so hard with this au.... like i don't think i will ever be OVER IT !!!!! #rotcalypse #( SAVED. ) #ARK ORIGINS AU TAG TBA. #god... GOD !!!! truly we are built different that's all i gotta say

[greenhillguy]

i have a Rough sonic verse outlined for one of my most beloved ocs (finn, my terrible man...) i just need to actually sit down and write it out and then start following people from him so we can all vibe

#ooc #( SELFPROMO. ) #i love finn !!! he's working as an engineer at GUN and has a shitty little chao named casino !!! #he's the ideal man!! #(that's not true but i do adore him)

[greenhillguy]

claws dig into his shoulder, eyes impossibly wide. pulling himself closer with the plan to apologize in the morning, when he can talk. nightmare.

it takes so little to wake sonic up on nights like this -- a strangled gasp, the stiffening of limbs, shadow's legs twitching beneath the sheets as if to bicycle in a half-abandoned death throe. sonic untangles himself from the blankets, from sleep itself, moving in front of shadow to place one hand planted at shadow's rib cage, the other on his cheek, grounding the two of them as if this is the prelude to jump start shadow from sleep to nightmare to reality. don't forget to connect the red clamp to the positive terminal and here we go --

sonic's more used to this than he'd like to admit, and not just from shadow. there were so many sleepless nights as a kid, where he was the only shield blocking out the rest of the world for tails, a barrier against lightning and creatures in the night and memories of bullies yanking so hard on his tails they'd pull away fur by the fistfuls, laughing all the while.

it's different, of course, for shadow. the ghosts don't look the same, don't haunt him the same way. shadow is all blood and bullets and bared teeth, desperate and violent in his self-preservation, hands finding purchase on sonic's shoulders just for the claws to dig in. he knows shadow will regret it in the morning, will think himself a kind of monster for causing harm at all, will forgo recognizing his own torment just to focus on the wounds he never intended to leave.

but sonic won't let him face this alone. not right now, not in the morning.

his thumb brushes over the wet tracks left on shadow's cheek, sonic's green eyes fluorescent in the slice of light from the moon seeping into the room. the hand over shadow's rib cage tightens its grip a minuscule amount, another way to ground shadow, something else to focus on rather than the horrors playing over in his mind like a faulty VHS, the image skipping, repeating, fraying at the edges into something even more terrible than the memory it was based on.

"breathe for me." sonic's voice is rough with sleep, the sound of wind fighting through dense foliage. he presses his forehead against shadow's, his face blurring into something only recognizable through the dominant emotion -- panic. "in," sonic says, demonstrating a slow, deep breath in. "hold." his thumb taps against shadow's ribs, a steady beat... eight, nine, ten... "out." sonic waits to feel the ghost of shadow's breath across his lips before starting the exercise over, once, twice, three times, however many it takes to bring shadow back, to bleed cogency back into him.

he's not sure how long it takes, sonic's own limbs cramping as he squats on the bed before shadow, but the breathing evens out, the claws unstick from his shoulders. sonic doesn't wait, doesn't ask if shadow's okay, just gathers him in his arms already knowing the answer, already knowing what he needs to hear. he nuzzles his mouth against the side of shadow's head as if he can direct the words to shadow's brain, bypassing everything else.

you are not your ghosts. not to me.

his hand cards through shadow's quills, burying deep to scratch at his scalp, a low, slow purr starting in his chest, more for shadow's sake than his own, another signal of comfort.

you are more than just the sum of all the terrible things that have happened to you, all the terrible things you've done before. you always have been. you always will be to me.

#rotcalypse #( ASK. ) #what we're not gonna do is think about how i've had this in my inbox for almost 2 months #anyway....... let him get Held.....

[greenhillguy]

When the villain only found you, the hero’s sidekick, in the hero’s hideout they thought that this was going to be easy. You are excited as well, because finally there is no-one there to hold you back.

#things that are about tails the fox to me #HERE'S TO REACHING NEW HEIGHTS ( TAILS. )

[greenhillguy]

outline is UP for finn's sonic verse on @starslung ! so if u see me follow from over there you know the deal

i have a Rough sonic verse outlined for one of my most beloved ocs (finn, my terrible man...) i just need to actually sit down and write it out and then start following people from him so we can all vibe

#ooc #( SELFPROMO. ) #starslung #finn is my fave oc i won't front i love giving him verses for everything and anything #anyway please follow me over there and write sonic stuff w/ me 🙏🙏🙏

[greenhillguy]

i have a Rough sonic verse outlined for one of my most beloved ocs (finn, my terrible man...) i just need to actually sit down and write it out and then start following people from him so we can all vibe

#ooc #he's a mobian engineer who works for GUN !! but he's also a traumatized fuckboy with no sense of self preservation so it's a fun time #i just need to make it through the next couple of weeks :') then the semester will be over and students will stop begging me for extensions

[greenhillguy]

it was my last day of teaching for the semester and one of my students got me donuts and it's the first time i've ever gotten a gift from a student and i'm 😭

#ooc #i've only tried one so far and it's AMAZING #me every 2 seconds: i hate teaching #a single student: does something nice for me #me: is this? a worthwhile profession? possibly?

[greenhillguy]

women who listen to Micro Cuts ⬆⬆⬆

#love #adore in fact #THEY ALL BECOME A NUMBER AS THEY FALL ( METAL. )

[greenhillguy]

Wait a minute...

#LAB RAT WITH TEETH ( EGGMAN. ) #omg i forgot i used the line from the movie for his tag #iconic

[greenhillguy]

tell me how i have 5 possible dnd sessions coming up in the next month, for 5 different campaigns

#ooc #and a session for a sixth campaign that hasn't been scheduled yet but will probably be like end of may.... #i love dnd so much i love being a NERDDDD i love GOOFING #we've been on break since it was tough for everyone to meet during ramadan #but we've got so much shit planned... it's gonna go nuts... #i just need to finish up all my teacher shit so i can fully focus on rp and dnd.... my great loves... #and also going to theme parks.... i miss orlando take me back to velocicoaster...

[greenhillguy]

Star Trek - Errand of Mercy (1967)

#unironically sonic #WHAT YOU GET WHEN THE STARS COLLIDE ( AESTHETIC. )

[greenhillguy]

🌊

send me ask memes or i'll throw him in the water

#ooc #i'm not above threats

[greenhillguy]

(MOSTLY)   ANGSTY   DRABBLE   PROMPTS    |    QUOTES   FROM   PINTEREST  .

“   i   don’t   want   us   to   be   strangers   again  .   ” “   i   am   a   horrible   person  and   i   don’t   know   how   to   change ,   not   even   for   you  .   ” “  if   i   hurt   you ,   it’s   not   my   fault  .   i   warned   you  .   ” “   i   want   to   forget   everything   about   you ,   so   i   can   get   to   know   you   all   over   again  .   ” “   it   was   nice   to   hear   your   voice   again  .   ” “   please   don’t   forget   me   and   all   the   things   we   did  .   ” “   maybe   someday   we   will   be   two   people   meeting   again   for   the   first   time  .   ” “   nothing   makes   me   happier   and   nothing   makes   me   sadder   than   you  .   ” “   i   am   so   tired   of   their   stories  .   let’s   write   our   own  .   ” “   sorry   i’m   so   hard   to   deal   with   sometimes  .   ” “   i   like   it   when   you   smile  .   ” “   i   hope   you   understand   how   much   our   little   talks   mean   to   me  .   ” “   you’re   beginning   to   feel   less   like   a   friend   and   more   like   home  .   ” “   how   can   i   tell   you   the   truth   when   i   don’t   know   which   version   you   want   to   hear  ?   ” “   if   i   don’t   leave   now ,   i   will   never   get   away  .   ” “   i   broke   my   own   heart   before   you   could   do   it   for   me  .   ” “   in   loving   me,  you   hold   a   knife   at   my   throat.   in   loving   you,  i   tell   you   exactly   where   to   cut.   ” “   i’d   never   lie   to   you  .   ” “   it’s   not   an   easy   thing   to   admit   when   you’re   wrong ,   and   that’s   why   i   won’t   do   it  .   ” “   please   don’t   leave   me   alone   again  .   ” “   the   horror   you   have   seen   is   not   who   you   are  .   ” “   why   do   good   intentions   always   turn   out   bad  ?   ”

#( ASK MEME. )

[greenhillguy]

Accidentally caught this screenshot - Not his best angle!

I always find it funny how the iris' poke out.

#TROUBLE KEEPS YOU RUNNING FASTER ( SONIC. ) #i think he's never looked better

[greenhillguy]

fingers curled around his chin, his other arm drapes over his back, finding the perfect space between sonic’s spines. the cuts, the blood are just afterthoughts in the wake of his pursuit, pulling sonic in for a kiss, slow & searing.

despite what people think, there are still wild places in nature. places where vines and kudzu and clover grow rampant, eager to choke out whatever is in its wake, so like the bloodthirsty mint in vanilla's orderly garden. places where it's easy to believe no one has ever tread, places that feel unapologetically authentic, intense, sincere, especially when traversed at night, in the dark.

it's one of these wild places that he takes shadow, a hard trek for those not used to walking, running, fighting for their lives ( for them, it's a walk in the proverbial park ). it takes a few uphill hikes and loop-de-loops and sprinting through hidden waterfall passages that turn into cave systems, but finally they arrive.

the cave tunnels open up to a cliff's edge, one that, at the right angle, blocks out the land beneath them. what's left is a spread of night sky so wide it looks painted there, stars exploding over the velvet black horizon, the moon of crescent gash of light in the middle of it all. sonic watches shadow take it in for a moment, studying the silver light splashed across his face. up this high, the wind whips at their quills, the rustling sound of them like whispers in the dark, just out of earshot.

something about this place makes sonic feel real. so many people make nature out to be an overwhelming force, one that defines their insignificance. but how can you feel small and unworthy when you're allowed to see the stars scattered across the sky as if you were in orbit? how can you feel anything but grateful when you live in a world that provides wonders like this for those who will seek them?

sonic's just turned his face back to the moon when he hears shadow move, feels fingers on his chin angling his face back. in a heartbeat he knows shadow understands. this place is as wild as they are. there is something untameable in the cliff's jagged edges, the daggered rocks, the points of their own quills. shadow's arm curls around sonic's back, but one of sonic's hands finds purchase on shadow's shoulder, the other curling around shadow's throat, the mint choking out the rest of the garden.

they kiss like an earthquake, an avalanche, a tsunami, a starfall, like nothing could get in their way, get between them, if it tried.

when they break away, sonic's eyes are electric on shadow's, green like copper flames. in a millisecond he's out of shadow's grip, disappearing and reappearing at the edge of the cliff, his back facing the night sky, on his tip-toes as he looks to shadow. the grin on his face is almost feral, fangs flashing.

"if you liked that," sonic teases, wind pushing his quills to one side, "you're gonna love the next bit." and without waiting for a response, he falls backward off the cliff face, vanishing below the edge with the tell-tale sound of a spindash marking his descent. i dare you to follow me -- i know you will.

#rotcalypse #( ASK. ) #it's shrimply about the adrenaline chasing #if u catch him u can kiss him some more shadow !! #be wild be feral be free

[greenhillguy]

week 11: wild robot

#do you all know that i love him? i love him #THEY ALL BECOME A NUMBER AS THEY FALL ( METAL. )

[greenhillguy]

unrelated but does anyone else think it's bullshit that sega is like "oh yeah the side of the moon that eggman blasted in sa2 is the one that faces away from earth which is why we haven't seen the fucked up side since 2001"

#ooc #things that grind my gears.......