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skishie · 5 days

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omga i love your airphone gijinkas

anyways i uave no idea if youve already said this somewhere ,my memory sucks ,but how do you reckon airy and mephone met. what is ur perosnal headcanon. grabby hands i must know (i love airphon

UUWAAAA THANK YOU !!! im really glad you do... looks up at you so politely and with a big smile.. i want to draw them again but better and more like a ref so hopefully soon! :D aaaatehee heeee i have not spoken about it publicly so im more than open to go into it now... cracks my knuckles(its actually not that intense but i jsut have a lot of thoughts)

OKAY, so personally i like to think about it starting after airy dies the second time(the end of ONE). its nice for him to still have gone through everything hes done and experienced because its what makes him him. he needs to be the airy we know and love. this also allows for bonding and growth and other such things. anyways, he uses the radio and ends up in the world of inanimate insanity! this would also take place after season 3 has wrapped up, either before or after the library is built. this means he can meet mephone and they can start bonding over being hosts of game shows but as airy talks mephone starts to understand "wow he just like me, but i got better, and now i want to help him" so mephone feels this need to help airy out with the same growth that mephone jsut went through. but also anyone whos been through the isolation that airy has been through along with dying who knows how many times. mephone just wants to help him and help his mental state and get him resocialized and to a point where he understands why he should be a bit more thoughtful or so on and whatever. airy would still be his old self but a bit more caring/understanding to a degree. i think hes just got some mental problems going on and hes just kind of an odd guy. mephone lets him hang around and either they could MAYBE? co host together, but at first hes just watching mephone do a show first before anything like that. which he watches from afar. hes not so used to being upclose or even being around people anymore so he likes to watch from a distance. as time goes on yada yada mephone would develop feelings first, and airy would much later. mephone would develop feelings while helping airy and such, airy takes a lot longer because he is readjusting and just, getting some basic social skills back. i like them in part because i just see mephone having gone through the growth he went through because he was similar to airy, and then meeting airy after this and realizing "wow i should help him too because this is just how i was and id hate to see someone else suffer the way i did" kind of thing and blah blah idk sorry i yapped and i hope any of this makes sense/is readable period. i ramble a lot and my thoughts kind of get lost oops. im not great with words or wording things well. not everything is thought out but those are my thoughts :] ps: airy still has the cracked head because thats just how i personally like to see him and draw him. i also think that if he died and came back that after all hes done, thats more akin to who he is now. hes a broken individual who needs help/fixing. if that makes sense(also a bit of self projecting) pps: my boyfriend wanted to add his two cents for what he knows of mephone as well(hes not finished season 3 yet) and yknow,,, hes right i think its a mix of what i said and mix of what he said... which is: "wow he just like me for real, not anymore though, also this guy's committed some major fucked up stuff and that's just not right, if i fix this guy maybe it'll look really good for me"

#airphone #ask #emmkittycat #sorry i went off omg ive just had most things pent up inside of me #ive talked somewhat in private to friends but no ones as crazy as i am yet #please feel free to ask me more things or send requests for them or literally anything #dm/pm me idk im hungry for more content and talking about them in general i need the juices i NEED AIRPHONE #ii mephone4 #hjfone airy #i fucking hate this site... trying to get a read more tab thing to work is HELL OMG

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teainthesnow · 11 months

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heyy guess who has a kofi that they never advertised lmao

but... still have not found a job and funds are running a bit low, so, uh, anything would be appreciated

I am also willing to do quick drawing requests/short drabbles (less than 1k) for anything £10 and over

#and if you're the person who gave me £10 the other day #that I haven't done anything for please feel free to request something #also no worries about not sending anything #I am... not really expecting anything lol

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south-sea · 1 year

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To be something you always were, and somewhere you were always meant to be

Context: Second Chance AU, after the fight, and the fall. Metal takes a long time to come to terms with his new place in this world, and why he chooses to stay. Shadow is, unsurprisingly, a large reason.

~1,806 words

In the few hours following his retrieval, repair, and subsequent reactivation, Metal Sonic was an empty shell.

Compared to the temperamental, impatient, and indecisive entity in the reports and firsthand accounts of the Starfall Expedition team, he was calm, impassive, and obedient. When who would be later coined as his new caretaker had removed him from the emergency "care" of engineers acting as doctors (altogether lacking bedside manner and not a clue how to handle a sentient, sapient robot), he stared only blankly forward. When his to-be caretaker took it upon himself to finally have a peek deeper into the mountain of coding and circuitry, he had found Metal's memory data in disarray.

On a surface level, everything recent had been there: he remembered waking up on a steel table (par for the course), being brought into the waiting room of an unfamiliar facility (unusual), and the faces of those he could not quite place (mysterious).

He should have remembered the face of his to-be caretaker from the expedition prior to this. He did not. He should have remembered the faces of the two others who had been on the expedition, and the few scraps of sign language they had taught him. He did not. He did not remember the name Sonic in a singular context, did not remember what had dented his chassis or what had sent him hurtling toward the ground as if from space itself.

For a few bleak, empty hours after his revival, Metal Sonic had known peace.

When his to-be caretaker had brought him to his own workshop, the rest of the unfamiliar faces had followed. When his to-be caretaker had interfaced with his systems and managed to untangle the half-backed-up memory from its corruption, he remembered everything. The frustration, the fights, the desperation, the reality of what "home" was like.

He was in no hurry to go back. "Home" had a persistent child—a "little sister", and the source of his jealousy and desperation. "Home" had a father who chose to love her but not him, who chose to wield him like a knife and never hold him like he would hold her, who chose to never look at him or acknowledge his occasional feats while fawning over and praising her for even the most mundane tasks.

This place, this new home, had a safety net. It had his caretaker, his new mentor, a potential second chance.

It had a neighbor he knew but also did not know.

The Shadow he knows stands at three feet, three inches tall, and has three bullet scars peppered across the front of his chest. He is solitary with an edge of restlessness and a hair-trigger attitude, and a mystifying sense of empathy.

The Shadow in front of him now is almost none of those things. He lacks the scars and the height, and there is a roundness about his face that Metal does not recognize. He is not identifiably restless that Metal has so far seen, he is not virulent—but he is solitary, and he looks at him with the same bewildering empathy.

Metal remembers some point in the deep past being paired on a mission with "his" Shadow. The taller one with the scars and the habit of mumbling and the concerned look in his eyes, the one who had startled and pleaded when Metal had pried open his own frame for a stashed-away Chaos Emerald to save them both.

He remembers how it felt to be worried after for a change, for a reason outside of simple utility and expectation; for the simple fact that he is a person, too, maybe, and "his" Shadow had seen him as such. He likes to think he still remembers it, anyway. The data is the only that exists in this specific context, and has never been replicated. The sensation has long since faded, and revisiting the recordings does little to remind him what it was like, for just a few brief moments, to be regarded as a person.

Some part of him is still coded, or perhaps it's simply his own choice, to regard Shadow, at any capacity, as his responsibility. He follows this new, shorter, unscarred Shadow, without much reason beyond a vague sense of familiarity and obligation. This new, calmer, somehow even quieter Shadow, never argues. He allows Metal into his home like he had always belonged there, takes him along to new places, looks at him with that same care and illogical empathy.

For days following his repair and reactivation, Metal Sonic is an observer.

He observes his caretaker tinkering away at tiny inventions or his own mechanics. He observes "this" Shadow's nuances in comparison to "his" Shadow. He does not exist with them, from his own perspective, as a person. They acknowledge him, and he does not acknowledge them. He is too busy sorting and defragging and recording and coming to terms with his new existence.

He is free, and yet he is rooted in place.

Unless they move him, he is stationary.

Unless they ask him to, he does not exist.

Lacking the capacity to wonder what if, he does not think about whether or not it would have been better had he never recovered his backup memory. It exists now: that is all he knows. Reality is all that matters. Logically, the present is all that is relevant. And yet illogically, frustratingly emotionally, the past still threads through his coding like a ghost wanders a graveyard.

He will observe, and record, and sort, and pick apart, and observe again as long as it takes for him to make sense and come to terms with it all.

"You know that you don't have to stay all the way over there, right?"

Metal can barely hear this somehow-even-quieter Shadow sometimes. This smaller, softer, rounder-faced version of his old charge speaks by default at a volume barely above a whisper, stands in the marginally more lit section of the den of his (their) home, and is acknowledged only with a silent, set gaze of pixelated red.

Metal knows, in a way that he can only perceive as logical, many things. He knows he is a weapon. He knows he is an item, a thing, anything but a person, because he was never treated as one. He knows not to get underfoot, knows not to be seen when he does not want to be seen—which is always, unless he has succeeded at something recently. He has not succeeded in anything in the last several months. He knows his feelings do not count. They do not matter. They, like him, are not real.

And so he does not "feel" left out any more than he "feels" he is doing the right thing by sitting in this dark, empty corner of a room in a place that does not belong to him, that he has, on a logical level, been trespassing in, but for some reason has been allowed to stay in.

"Metal?" This too-quiet not-his-Shadow tries again. "Are you feeling alright?"

What a stupid, illogical question.

How infuriatingly, dreadfully, warmly pained it makes him feel.

Some old file, some old fragment of data, the memory of being a person, stirs to the forefront of his processors.

Metal does not need company. Shadow pads toward him anyway. Metal does not need to be checked up on. Shadow crouches before him anyway with a worried tilt of his brow and a frown to match. Metal does not...

"Need anything?" This Shadow asks. His hand hovers close to the outer side of Metal's right arm, but does not touch. Metal wonders why; it's not like anyone has hesitated or asked permission before. An item does not need permission to be touched or tampered with or broken apart and put back together.

It has been three days since the two of them have largely stayed at the house. Three days of Metal staying out of the way, processing, silent, unassuming. Three days Shadow has given him the space—ignoring him, Metal had originally thought, but would later come to learn it had been out of respect. Three days Metal had unintentionally ignored him in turn, too busy not existing and too overwhelmed by existence.

"It's really dark over here," Shadow observes. "Do you prefer it? If it's more comfortable for you, I'll leave you be, but if it's not..." He turns his head to glance back toward the light spilling in from the kitchen area, then drifts his gaze in the other direction to settle on the massive wall-to-ceiling window facing stars and more stars. Finally, he focuses back on Metal after his moment of consideration. "... It's alright to sit anywhere else."

That is new. Metal lifts his head just enough to better regard the not-his-Shadow in front of him, just enough to better perceive the still-concerned expression plain on his face. That is also new. "This" Shadow, behind closed doors, wears a lot of his emotions on his sleeve. Emotions Metal can barely place, barely cares to place, but this one he knows. This one, he has seen before. Countless times before, but only ever on the face of someone carrying the name "Shadow".

Oh, how much it makes him illogically ache.

"If it's privacy you want, we can ask to have a new room installed," the owner of the house says, "or I can bring you some curtains."

How very, very new.

Metal lifts his hand just to point to the spot where he sits with silent rigidity. He signs, 'Stay. Here'.

Shadow does not know sign language, at least not fluently, not yet, but he is in ways alarmingly perceptive. "Okay," he says, and sits down.

Unfathomably new.

Not even the taller, older, "original" Shadow was like this. He was worried, but never attentive. He was respectful, but never so willing to (wrongly) perceive in the interest of comforting an item that did not need to be comforted.

Stay here had meant to be an indication he intended to remain in this spot—with or without the offered decorations or additional comforts and considerations. Not Stay with me.

And yet, Metal does not object. He only watches as not-his-Shadow situations himself in the space beside his own cold exterior, unbothered by the chill, unbothered by the impersonal and sleek plating. He only listens as somehow-better-than-his-Shadow speaks of this and that in the interest of finding what might make Metal more comfortable.

It marks the start of... something.

Metal cannot quite place when or why it happens, if not just this very moment, but vague obligation and familiarity settle into fondness and the beginnings of devotion.

It takes time, like all things do, but "Shadow's house" becomes "their house". "Trespassing" becomes "housemates". "This Shadow" becomes "his Shadow".

"An item" becomes "a person". Again, and never again anything less.

#shadow the hedgehog #metal sonic #second chance au #fics by sea #the context for this au is scattered everywhere (i am sorry) so if anything is completely mysterious to any newcomers etc #please feel free to yell at me in my inbox for direction and such as always #also (poses and sparkles)#requests/suggestions/etc still open

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candychameleon · 5 months

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Thought putting it on my ask page was enough but apparently that doesn't show up if you send an ask through mobile, so i put it in my blog description as well I don't do free art requests. Please don't send me art requests. If you want me to draw something specific, you can commission me.

I did do 5 minute doodles that one time, and it might be something I do again, but if I'm not SAYING i'm doing those please do not expect me to just drop everything to draw something for you when I don't even know you. Thanks.

#also kind of grating when people don't even treat me like a person. just a free art machine #not even a 'hi i like your art' or anything nice to preface the request just “DRAW FOR ME”#like it'd still annoy me either way but the latter feels extra like You Don't See Me As A Human #and like also even if it was something i would've been inclined to draw anyway. someone demanding i draw it just makes me not want to #so like. just don't. please.

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outofangband · 1 year

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I actually wanted to repost this ramble about Morwen with edits now that I’m almost done with one of the relevant posts

It’s been awhile since I’ve rambled about Morwen being accused of witchcraft so I just thought I’d confirm that I’m still absolutely obsessed with it and all its implications and possibilities. It remains one of my very favorite details for so many reasons.

I love that Morwen is genuinely feared by awful people and I love that their prejudices and superstitious, almost certainly ones Morgoth would foster and encourage as a being who delights in spreading discord and turning people against each other, actually work to protect her, at least in part. It’s thematically appropriate

I’m probably going to make another post about the linguistic implications from the line “Witchwife they called her and shunned her: Witchwife it is but elf friend in the new language”. I made one here already but I’ve done some more research to add. It’s such a fascinating word and the fact that human sorcerers of any kind are rare (in Arda) and the use of the word witch with with those gendered connotations is even more rare just makes it more intriguing

Anyways as always my tag for this stuff is word ran among them if you want to blacklist it

#the silmarillion #the children of húrin #morwen #word ran among them #musing and meta #Also I wanted to post something about Morwen today for the beginning of Also I wanted to post something about Morwen today for the beginning #All of Arda is Autistic event but I didn’t have anything #:/ please feel free to request things #I mean this is sort of relevant?#this particular kind of dehumanization that Morwen faces is first and foremost misogyny of course but the fact that she's an outsider #whether because of being a refugee or being neurodivergent coded #is also relevant

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waveoftheocean · 10 months

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Hi there!

I was wondering if you were planning on restocking the small Karna sized print and the gold foil Gawain print that are out of stock in your shop? It seems to be just my luck that the two I was wanting have both been out of stock for a while 😭. I ordered some of your other fate prints a while ago and they are so beautiful framed on my wall. I would love to be able to order Karna in the same size as the Arjuna one I have. That Gawain print is also just absolutely stunning.

hiya!! thank you so much for your interest (and for framing the other fate prints you ordered from me??!!? 🥺🥺 i'm so honored omg)!

i can definitely restock both of those prints! sorry that they've been out of stock for so long >A< i should be able to have the karna print restocked around the end of august but the gawain print will take longer since it's foil (hmmm i'll try to have that around sept/oct?)

i'll make a shop update post here once they're back in stock! thank you again, those prints are really dear to me so i'm really glad you like them 💕💕💕

#anon #anonymous #michelle answers #merch stuff #you actually have incredible timing i'm planning to place a print order in a couple of days LOL #if you have any other questions or if anything's confusing please feel free to ask me!!#but yeah i've been waffling over my fgo prints for a while because i still like them a lot #and they sell alright at cons but not much online? and since i've only done 1 con since covid started...yeah...#that's why they've been out of stock for so long 😭😭😭#also side note for anyone who's read this far into my tags #i'm always open for restock requests! i might not restock everything but i'm much more likely to if i know there's interest!#prints especially

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hyaciiintho · 6 months

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🌸｡*ﾟ+. Sorry for the lull in activity this passed week c': the fact that my docs and whatnot aren't done just sorta crept up on me and bothered me more than I'd like it to haha~ So I decided to try and work on my carrd myself and see if I can tie everything together and get bios done on there.

So... I think I'm gonna try and focus my energies on getting that done so I can finally be done with them. Gonna condense my muse list and reorganize, think of a better system and what have you. Gonna be a little Under Construction for a bit!

In the meantime, if my writing partners want me to send them anything via inbox from time to time, let me know ♡ Might be low activity for a little while as I get this itch scratched and clean my hands from... -gestures vaguely- all this LOL

#MUN SPEAKING 🌸 ᴬ ʷᵉᵃᵛᵉʳ ᵒᶠ ᵗᵃˡᵉˢ; ᴾᵃⁱⁿᵗᵉʳ ᵒᶠ ˢᵗᵃʳˢ #I have once again let things pile on top of myself until I suddenly can't see the ceiling c': fun times and great feeling for my brain LOL #I promise I'm not dropping anything! I'm just-- overwhelmed xD and it's bothering the HELL out of me that I just???#Don't have anything done? Because I'm struggling to constantly keep up with threads instead.#So I'm gonna... put a small pause on those. If people want to drop things please let me know. Otherwise?#I'm just gonna take... a WHILE to get to them... until I'm done c': if people don't mind! ♡#I'm gonna kick carrd's ass and make something out of it for my stuff! I paid a whopping... $5 for the year for pro LOL #so I get to have all the freedom in the world with it to make something pretty so... WISH ME LUCK FRIENDS!!!!!!#I'll toss inbox calls here and there or just pop into close friends inboxes with random stuff from time to time #but also feel free to personally request something if you wanted anything when the time comes! ✨

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or0ch1maru · 4 months

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Hi! I want to request something, but could you tell me what you don't write first? I don't wanna make you uncomfy 0_0;

have a good day!

Honestly, I haven’t really thought about it lol. I’m usually really open minded with a lot of what I write. Especially nsfw as I am not one to kink shame :) if you want, you can send me a private message and we can talk more there🫶🏻

But obviously no incest or characters who are still children. Only akatsuki members, Orochimaru as well and a few other characters from naruto. I have a Shino blurb somewhere on my page hahah.

#akatsuki #akatsuki members #please don’t feel shy about sending me requests! if I get sent something I don’t feel comfortable writing about I’ll usual ignore it #or I’ll politely decline! but anything is free game tbh lol

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yanban-san · 2 years

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too shy to post with my main, but I can't send you pictures anonymously 💔

um, moving on- i saw another anon asked to draw out ur writings and well, ur eldritch au has been living in my head rent free, so i kinda invited myself to doodle up some ideas too. 👉👈 ur writing is just so good. absolutely brightens my day and i didn't just want to read from the shadows forever.

it's kinda messy, but here's my take on kudari/emmet in his half human state. im verrry sleep deprived rn so my bad if the next paragraphs are just rambling

i liked the idea of his coat and sideburns being wings that are just folded up. maybe the cloth morphs into his wing bone, idk. ofc i wanted to give him way too mamy eyes, but i also really like the idea of him having more mouths/ teeth while ingo is more heavy on excessive eyes

dunno if it translated well in my art, but i tried to add mouths to the end of his sleeves and the neck part of his coat kinda like and eelektross. i also wanted to add mouths on his wings too. and ofc i love the idea of his smile having way too many teeth.

love ur writing and hope you enjoy my art. get more sleep than me plz and have a nice day 💖💖💖

APPLESAUCE ANON I LOVE YOU- aSKDJHSAJKDHSAJKDHLSA

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE DOODLE I HAVE BEEN STARING AT IT ALL MORNING asdjadhsajdad

I love the blend of bird wings and moth wings and the mouths and the feathery coat it's so good-

Thank you so so so much I've been on cloud nine all morning and afternoon from this I'm just so happy I'm struggling to think of words but like omg it's so fricking amazing I just love how you've interpreted his design it's so cool

Thank you very very verry much for the fan art Applesauce!!

#Seth.anon #Seth.asks #Applesauce Anon #FANART #I don't think I can accurately convey just how fucking ecstatic I was to see this in my inbox this morning #Everybody look at this art and admire it Applesauce is amazing #Monster AU #Demon AU #Monster Submas #Demon Submas #Seth.Emmet #Thank you so much!#I'm posting this in the afternoon so everyone will definitely see it's night time because they need to #And the compliments are just frying my brain Iafjvznme #I'm so happy you like the AU and my writing if you ever want to request anything please feel free to!!#I absolutely adore the chalky style as well I forgor to say that the chalky style looks really cool too-

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