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fridaypls · 1 month

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Grove Guardian's Revenge: A Gif Analysis

Pissing him off so you don't have to.

Obligatory slowed version of The Walk to get us started. If you haven't seen it before, you're welcome.

He's so angry and so right to be angry. For a hundred years, he has defended the Grove at great personal cost. Before it was established, he saw the deaths of his friends, peers, mentor; his support circle crumbled in a single day.

Not only did his mentor fall, he had to slay his mentor's shade in the aftermath in order to lay him to rest. This is the final release canon origin for the Sorrow glaive, but the early-access version is even more heart-wrenching. Either version, the mantle of first druid / arch-druid is thrust upon his unprepared shoulders; alone and without confidantes or peers, he shouldered the load and kept going.

In his diary, we see that he thought he'd found hope of a cure for the Shadow Curse, which was what he was pursuing when the goblins captured him. "The first hope in a century" if I'm remembering correctly.

From there, he meets you - a second hope of salvation. And then... this. The ultimate betrayal and the end of the Grove, of everything he's protected for so long.

We rarely see Halsin using his size to intimidate; even when he rips Kagha a new one in the conversation about the Rite of Thorns, regardless of whether or not he throws her out.

He uses his size as threat now... as he should. He's here to kill you.

And if it's not active intimidation, then what we might be seeing here is him reining in his temper - choosing to have a conversation before acting.

He's facing Tav when he storms up; as he starts to talk, he angles himself a little away from them. We'll see that more in a second.

"I thought you'd help me. I thought we'd help eachother - instead you chose this."

Controlled calm slipping into justified anger. Again, that blink-and-you'll miss it detail of an emotion, just amazing work by Larian.

"The grove stood for generations. It was our link to Silvanus. Not, it’s nothing but blood and ashes - thanks to you."

Let's slow it down and get closer, really soak in the tiny details embedded in this scene.

Watch the first part below at half speed, watch his face twist into disgust and pain. Watch him physically turn away from you in anger and loathing. He's not looking at Tav anymore, he's seeing something else instead. Some memory of the Grove, whether a happy one or a more recent, bloodstained one, we're left to guess.

Anger turns into sorrow - he lifts his eyes in a silent prayer as he speaks, then hangs his head in heavy, tired despair. It doesn't drag his features down yet; he's still too angry under all that pain.

A tiny, miserable moment of memory and suffering....

...before sorrow turns back into anger, when he comes back to the present. That second blink of anger when he comes back to himself, out of whatever memory he was replaying in that moment. He turns back to you and rage crowds back into his face.

He's already made his choice... but he's about to give Tav a chance to speak for their actions anyway. While the role of arch-druid might have been thrust onto his unprepared shoulders unexpectedly a hundred years before, he has grown immensely since then. Despite his justified rage, he reacts wisely, seeking to understand before seeking vengeance.

Tell me… was it worth it?

He's furious, rightfully so, but there's still a genuine question under that rage. The split-second look of curiousity before the rage takes over his features once more.

Was there a meaning to this sacrifice? Was it done for a purpose or was it all just as cruel and wanton of a betrayal as it seemed?

Even as anger and hatred take over his face once more, he gives you a chance to speak for yourself.

There are four options.

Option 1: Of course - I did what I had to do. Your grove was in the way.

"You have no idea what you’ve done, do you? Or perhaps you simply don’t care?"

First, the genuine sadness and disbelief as he says "You have no idea what you’ve done, do you?"

Then, the anger of "Or perhaps you simply don’t care?"

Sadness and sorrow into fucking rage. Both are so poignant and beautifully done. Round of applause for Larian, god(s)damn.

The first three options all end the same way, so we'll cut right to Option 2 and save that glorious closing gif for the end.

Option 2: "I’m sorry. I had no choice."

"There’s always a choice - but you have made yours. Now I make mine."

Look at the disgust... the way he squeezes his eyes shut as he says "There’s always a choice". He knows. He's made hard choices, at great personal cost.

The way he says it with his head down, his nostrils flared in disgust and anger, and doesn't open his eyes as he turns his head to face Tav. He doesn't open his eyes until the last instant, both saddened and repulsed by Tav and their actions.

Then, when he's looking into Tav's eyes, the anger and hatred set in again.

Let's cut to Option 3.

Option 3: "Calm down. Come sit by the fire and we can talk this over."

"There’s nothing left to be said. My mercy died when I saw the grove."

Pretty much directly into the rage with this one.

And honestly, I don't think anyone could blame him? The balls to aid in the massacre of everyone he cares about, then to hit him with "Calm down. Come sit by the fire and we can talk this over" once he confronts you and gives you a chance to explain yourself?

Nope. Game over, buddy. (Well...)

The four option is simply to attack; all four options lead to a fight to the death. The first three options all end the same way;

"You have upended nature’s balance. Only your death can restore it!"

Slower? Okay.

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tekatonic · 9 months

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Almost forgot, gotta explain karma and colors !

So you may have noticed in the chao doodles the "positive karma" and "negative karma" chao, and then in the Knuckles doodles, his hyper form is looking.. a bit dark, not quite as heroic as you'd think, right ?

Well that comes down a value known as karma.

Here's an excerpt from my google doc : "Karma is an ever-changing value assigned to everything in the world. Karmic charge is defined on a spectrum of positive and negative based on the person/thing, their circumstances, and ancestry. It affects the physical appearance of certain things, like transformations and chao forms. It does nothing else."

So while it is a thing that exists in the world, it has pretty much 0 impact on the story of the AU ! It's a tool for visual design basically.

See, chao, they're pure chaos energy, and depending on who they're raised by, their karmic value is changed. For example, Knuckles and Shadow will always raise negative karma chao, despite not being evil or anything, because their karmic value is far in the negative zone. Someone like Fang on the other hand, who yes is a villain, will raise positive karma chao.

Does that make sense ?

Visual identifiers of negative karma are webbed wings, crescent or eclipsed moons, purple and dark blue, darker colors in general. And for positive karma, you'll see segmented wings ( not sure how to explain but not all feathered wings count ), sun or star shapes, light blue, maybe burgundy, light colors.

A note on colors : basic chaos energy is colored emerald green, and ring energy is, unsurprisingly, gold. You'll tend to see gold often in my transformation designs.

#sonic emerald guardians au #i hope that made sense #for further explanation #think about knuckles #his whole thing is that he's the last survivor of his tribe #his tribe that betrayed their god and waged war seeking to expand and control #so while he's not a bad guy #the legacy of his bloodline has heavy negative things attached to it #which is why his karmic value is in the negatives #for shadow. well everything involved with GUN unfortunately kind of turns negative in the long run #even if his good nature and maria's influence were enough to even the tides. well there's gerald and black doom.#well i'm rambling now but i hope that's easy enough to understand #in the end it doesn't change the nature of their power #just the way they look #teka rambles

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fragileheartbeats · 2 months

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Create another valyrian household that escaped Valyria. They hid themselves away by magic on an island not visible to anyone, they don't wish to be seen. On an island with a huge fortress accompanied with another smaller fortress which is basically a library. They are similar to Targaryens, but much more knowledgeable on everything (thanks to Valyria). They ride dragons, purple shades of eyes, silver-gold hair. Only two differences being, they have never been married outside of family(yuck) with no Westerosi blood therefore very different customs, fully valyrian customs and traditions rather than Westerosi+valyrian(Targs, Vels). Hope you have fun, thank you:)

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ 𓇼 ࣪ 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐋𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ⭒⠀

꒰͡ ⠀ ִ 𝐺𝐸𝑁𝑇𝐿𝐸 𝐴𝑁𝐷 𝐿𝑂𝑉𝐼𝑁𝐺 ⠀ׂ ⠀ ͡꒱

─ 𝘈 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤, 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𖤐

─ 𝘈 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𖤐

In the rich tapestry of Valyrian history, woven with the threads of power, magic, and dragonfire, the House Lyrielle stands as a testament to the enduring grace and wisdom of Old Valyria. Their story is a whisper on the wind, a secret melody sung by the waves that surround their hidden island sanctuary. Known to but a few, the Lyrielles are the guardians of a legacy untainted by the ambition and corruption that led to the Doom. The sigil of House Lyrielle is as enigmatic as the house itself—an angelic dragon, graceful and serene, enwreathed in a ring of white roses against a backdrop of deepest emerald. The dragon, smaller in stature but fierce in its intelligence and agility, represents the nature of the Lyrielles' own dragons. The emerald ground symbolizes their secluded island, a jewel hidden in the vast sea, and the white roses signify the purity of their intentions and the mystical barriers that veil their home from the unwary eye. Their words, "Beyond Sight, Within Light," speak to the heart of the House Lyrielle ethos. They live beyond the sight of the known world, in a realm of their own making, where knowledge and virtue shine brighter than any Valyrian steel. These words are a promise of their commitment to the greater good, a reminder of their hidden presence guiding the fate of the world from the shadows. The Lyrielles, in their seclusion, have preserved the purity of their Valyrian bloodline, untouched by Westerosi influence. Their customs and traditions remain a living tapestry of Old Valyria's glory, a culture preserved in amber amidst the tumultuous seas of change. Education and learning are held in the highest regard. The smaller fortress, known as the Lyceum of Light, houses a vast collection of scrolls and tomes, not only on magic and dragonlore but on the sciences, arts, and philosophies of the wider world. Even though the Lyrielles seclude themselves from the outside, they possess an insatiable thirst for knowledge that keeps their minds as sharp as their swords. The Lyrielles are ethereal in their beauty, with eyes that hold the mysteries of the universe—shades of purple that shift with the light. Their silver-gold hair flows like liquid moonlight, a hallmark of their Valyrian bloodline. They are skilled in the art of healing, their touch capable of mending wounds that would confound even the most learned maesters. Their bond with their dragons is profound, rooted in a deep understanding and respect for these majestic creatures.

Their dragons, lithe and swift, mirror their masters in both appearance and temperament. With scales that catch the moon's light, casting reflections in hues of amethyst and sapphire, they are specters of the night sky, their presence felt rather than seen, their agility unmatched by any creature, mythical or otherwise. To the Lyrielles, the world outside is a place of beauty marred by the scars of greed and violence. They see themselves as custodians of what remains pure and true. Their philosophy is one of balance and harmony, seeking to preserve the natural world and its wonders. They are benevolent, yet their kindness is not a weakness but a strength, fortified by their unwavering sense of justice and fairness.

The Lyrielles embody a paradox. They are both guardians and isolationists, wielding their power to protect the natural world and its untold secrets while shunning the very societies they seek to preserve from afar. Their personalities are marked by a gentle demeanor, an innate grace that belies the strength and wisdom that centuries of unbroken tradition have instilled in them. They are the custodians of healing, their knowledge of the arcane arts allowing them to mend wounds and cure maladies thought beyond the reach of mortal hands. Yet, for all their power and knowledge, the Lyrielles possess a naivety born of their seclusion. They view the outside world through the lens of caution and fear, tales of its dangers passed down through generations. This isolation has fostered a deep sense of kinship and loyalty among them, their bonds unbreakable, their trust in one another absolute. In a realm where the quest for power often leads to ruin, House Lyrielle remains a beacon of hope. They are the whisper in the heart of the storm, the unseen hand that guides towards light. Their existence is a testament to the belief that even in the darkest of times, there are those who shine brightly, not for glory or fame, but for the love of all that is good and true in the world.

My other original house:

House Celestyr

House Valysar

@fragileheartbeats . Don't plagiarise, repost, or translate any of my works on here or any other websites.

@emily2003alzaga @nash-dara @altaircc @heavenly1927 @omgsuperstarg @asoiafhyperfixation

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berrypockets · 2 months

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Voiceless: Threads of Eternity | The True and Final End: A Shelby Tale

Tommy Shelby x Reader

Tommy's gaze lingered on the picturesque scene unfolding in the backyard of Arrow House. The twins, their laughter dancing in the air, chased the playful dog, creating a symphony of joy that echoed through the Shelby home. The emerald hues of the grass and the blue sky framed the tableau of familial bliss.

Under the comforting shade of the ancient tree, Y/N sat cradling their baby girl. A soft breeze whispered through the leaves, and Tommy, captivated by the serenity of the moment, approached with an affectionate smile.

"Good day, love?" he inquired, his voice a gentle melody.

Y/N, her eyes alight with love, responded with an array of expressive glances, each nuanced response a testament to the unspoken language they had crafted over the years. Tommy, the master interpreter, chuckled at the silent dialogue that unfolded between them.

"How were the boys?" he continued, the inquiry met with a bemused arch of Y/N's eyebrow – a maternal warning that hinted at the twins' mischief.

With a loving sigh, Tommy scooped their baby girl into his arms, her gurgles of delight filling the air. The twins, catching wind of their father's arrival, sprinted towards the couple, their laughter echoing in the garden.

Tommy, an adoring father, marveled at the bond the twins shared with their baby sister. The boys, already experts in deciphering their mother's expressions, were competing for the coveted position of cradling their sister. Y/N, with a simple glance, asserted her authority, and the twins fell in line, eagerly awaiting their turn.

The Shelby family, a portrait of harmony, strolled through the vibrant gardens. Tommy, his heart brimming with gratitude, held their daughter in one arm and Y/N in the other. The twins, walking ahead, reveled in their roles as protectors of their sister and guardians of the family legacy.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow upon the Shelby estate, Tommy and Y/N, accompanied by the laughter of their children, continued to weave the tapestry of their enduring love – a love that had weathered storms, conquered demons, and emerged stronger, binding the Shelby saga with threads of eternity.

And so, in the heart of Small Heath, where the echoes of the Peaky Blinders' past lingered, the Shelby's embraced a future forged in love, resilience, and the boundless possibilities of a life well-lived.

The true and final end.

Voiceless Masterlist | Threads of Eternity Masterlist

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howlingday · 1 year

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Topaz Child

Rock: Is... Is this for me?

Emerald: (Strokes hair) All this is yours, my little diamond. If I could, I would steal all the pretty things in the world, just to see you smile.

Jaune: Wait, wait, wait. You would "steal"? Didn't you say you paid for all that stuff?

Emerald: (Huffs) Yes, Jaune. It's just a figure of speech! (Kicks thieves tools under bed)

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Emerald: Good night, my little angel. You just sleep tight and Mommy will be back for you in the morning. But don't you worry, because I am always thinking of you. I love you~!

Jaune: Em... Rock is right here. Please don't touch the Relic... again.

Emerald: What? I can't say good-night to my second favorite treasure?

Jaune: Emerald, the Relic isn't yours.

Rock: Yeah! It's mine! It's my legacy as the sworn guardian of Vale!

Emerald: Tsk tsk tsk! You haven't sworn anything yet, so until you're older, this beautiful relic belongs to me.

Rock: What?!

Jaune: Ugh... You two are driving me crazy...

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Emerald: And that is how I stole the beautiful crown jewels from the Vacuan history museum... again.

Rock: Awesome~! Can I please have it, too, Mommy? Pleeeeeease?

Emerald: Oh no, no, no. This is a very, very, VERY special gift for Mommy, and only for Mommy.

Rock: What?! But-! But that isn't fair!

Emerald: Life isn't fair, sweetie~.

Rock: ...

Rock: D-Daddy! Do you remember the monster living in my closet?

Jaune: Uh, yeah, I do. What about it?

Rock: I think it's under my bed! (Smirks) Could you check under, just to make sure?

Emerald: (Eyes wide, Looks to thieves tools)

Jaune: Sure thing, Rock-

Emerald: I've got it, Jaune. (Slips over jewels) Anything for my treasure.

Rock: Thank you, Mommy~!

#rwby #topaz #jaune arc #emerald sustrai #arsworlds

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green-arrxws · 2 years

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📂| CAROL FERRIS/STAR SAPPHIRE READING GUIDE

Who's Carol Ferris/Star Sapphire?

Carol Ferris is the boss and occasional love interest of Hal Jordan. Her family owns the Ferris Aircraft company, where she acts as an executive, and sometimes as a pilot. She is also Star Sapphire, a once villainous character occupying another part of her personality entirely. In the Star Sapphire Corps, where she fights for love across the universe, she has taken on a more heroic role.

» PRE-CRISIS

ESSENTIAL READING

Showcase: #22-24

Green Lantern (1960): #1-7, #10-13, #15-18, #20-29, #32, #34-39, #41-44, #46, #48-49, #53, #69, #73-74, #83-84, #88-89, #93-94, #97, #99, #104-106, #108-109, #121, #124, #126-134, #136, #138-151, #157, #172-176, #178-183, #185-193

additional reading ↷

Superman (1939): #261

The Flash (1959): #235

DC Comics Presents: #6

» POST-CRISIS (PRE-FLASHPOINT)

ESSENTIAL READING

Green Lantern (1960): #199-200

The Green Lantern Corps: #201, #211-213

Action Comics (1938): #601-605

Green Lantern (1990): #21-24, #26-27, #29, #32-34, #36, #38, #40-47

Extreme Justice: #10-11

Parallax: Emerald Night

Green Lantern (1990): #81, #102, #119

Spectre (2001): #1-5, #21-23

Green Lantern: Rebirth: #1-2, #6

Green Lantern (2005): #18-20, #29-35, #38

Blackest Night (crossover storyline): Blackest Night: Tales of the Corps: #2 / Blackest Night: #1 / Green Lantern (2005): #44-48 / Blackest Night: #5-6 / Green Lantern (2005): #50 / Blackest Night: Wonder Woman: #3 / Green Lantern (2005): #51 / Blackest Night: #7 / Green Lantern (2005): #52 / Blackest Night: #8

Brightest Day (crossover storyline): Green Lantern (2005): #53 / Brightest Day: #1 / Green Lantern (2005): #54-55, #57-58 / Brightest Day: #13, #17-18

Green Lantern (2005): #63-64, #66-67

additional reading ↷

Green Lantern: Emerald Dawn: #1-2, #4, #6

Green Lantern: Emerald Dawn II: #1, #6

Eclipso: The Darkness Within (crossover storyline): Green Lantern (1990) Annual #1 / Eclipso: The Darkness Within: #2

Green Lantern (1990): Annual #2, Annual #4

Green Lantern Secret Files and Origins: #1

Flash & Green Lantern: The Brave and the Bold: #6

Legends of the DC Universe: #28, #33

Silver Age: Green Lantern

DC First: Green Lantern/Green Lantern

Green Lantern Legacy: The Last Will and Testament of Hal Jordan

Green Lantern Secret Files and Origins 2005 ("Flight")

Wednesday Comics: #1, #3

Convergence: Suicide Squad: #1-2

Convergence: Green Lantern Corps: #1

» NEW 52 (POST FLASHPOINT)

ESSENTIAL READING

Green Lantern (2011): #1, #3-7, #12

Rise of the Third Army (crossover storyline): Green Lantern: New Guardians: #0, #13-15, Annual #1, #16 / Green Lantern Corps (2011): Annual #1

Wrath of the First Lantern (crossover storyline): Green Lantern: New Guardians: #18-19 / Green Lantern (2011): #20

Green Lantern (2011): #21

Green Lantern: New Guardians: #21-23

Lights Out (crossover storyline): Green Lantern (2011): #24 / Green Lantern Corps (2011): #24 / Green Lantern: New Guardians: #24 / Red Lanterns: #24 / Green Lantern (2011): Annual #2

Green Lantern (2011): #25

Green Lantern: New Guardians: #25-30, Annual #2, #31-34

Godhead (crossover storyline): Green Lantern: New Guardians: #35-37 / Red Lanterns: #37 / Sinestro: #8 / Green Lantern (2011): Annual #3

Green Lantern (2011): #38

Green Lantern: New Guardians: #38-40

additional reading ↷

Star Trek/Green Lantern: The Spectrum War: #3-6

Star Trek/Green Lantern: Stranger Worlds: #1-3, #6

New Talent Showcase (2017) ("Dead Bacons")

» REBIRTH

ESSENTIAL READING

Hal Jordan and the Green Lantern Corps: #31, #50

The Green Lantern: Season Two: #9-10

additional reading ↷

Green Lantern 80th Anniversary 100-Page Super Spectacular ("Last Will")

» INFINITE FRONTIER

ESSENTIAL READING

Green Lantern (2023): #1-6, #8 (currently ongoing title)

» ALTERNATE VERSIONS

ELSEWORLDS

Green Lantern: Evil's Might: #1-3

Superman & Batman: Generations II: #2

Justice League: The Nail: #1

Justice League: Another Nail: #2-3

Justice: #6-8

DC New Frontier: #3-5

Flashpoint: Hal Jordan: #1-3

Ame-comi Girls: #8-10

Injustice: Year Two: #3, #6, #19, #21

The Green Lantern: #11

The Green Lantern: Season Two: #7, #9-10

DC's Very Merry Multiverse ("To Stop the Star-Conqueress!")

Wonder Woman (2016): #777

» OTHER MEDIA

ANIMATED

Justice League: S1: EP8-EP9, EP16-EP17 / S2: EP19-EP20

Justice League Unlimited: S3: EP13

Green Lantern: First Flight

Batman: The Brave and The Bold: S3: EP4, EP10

Justice League Doom

Green Lantern: The Animated Series: S1: EP1, EP9, EP13-EP14, EP20, EP22, EP26

Young Justice: S2: EP7

Justice League Action: S1: EP7

DC Super Hero Girls (webseries): S1: EP6, EP10 / S2: EP10, EP17-EP18, EP22, EP26 / S5: EP6-EP7, EP22

DC Super Hero Girls (tv series): S1: EP6, EP22-25, EP31, EP46 / Teen Titans Go! & DC Super Hero Girls: Mayhem in the Multiverse

LIVE ACTION

Green Lantern

VIDEO GAMES

DC Universe Online

LEGO Batman 3: Beyond Gotham

Infinite Crisis

DC Legends

DC Unchained

LEGO DC Super-Villains

DC Super Hero Girls: Teen Power

DC Worlds Collide

#carol ferris #star sapphire #green lantern #green lantern corps #hal Jordan #halcarol #star sapphire corps #reading guide #reading list #recommended reading #dark crisis #violet lantern corps #reading order

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brucenorris007 · 8 months

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He picked himself up; pushed off the ground and dragged his knees under him.

"I," he rasped, fists clenched against the dirt. "Am guardian of the Master Emerald. Protector," he took another breath. "Of Angel Island."

He planted his feet. Clenched his jaw.

"Co-founder," he said, voice louder and clearer. "Of the Chaotix. Reserve member of Team Sonic."

He stood; raised his head.

"Named for the tribe of my blood; bearer of the legacy of the tribe that chose me."

He thumped one fist against the crest that adorned his chest.

"I am Knuckles!" He declared. "And I am the Strongest thing alive!"

#Knuckles the Echidna #Destined Child #Functionally Immortal Crew #I figure this little speech best suits that continuity anyway #Been stuck in my head for ages #Sonic #fanfic #teaser of #MAYBE

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suunuti · 1 month

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Parul Pasuk {1} -Girdling Roots-

*Suunuti Te Puou Tsteyimhutey ite

- FANDOM: AVATAR

- RATING: GENERAL AUDIENCE

- CW: NONE

- WORD COUNT: 508

- SUMMARY: “In the jungles of Pandora, a Navi born from roots of an ancient tree wanders the planet curiously with love for the land and its inhabitants. Through fate she learns extraterrestrials intend to eradicate life Pandora. Destiny led her to a mighty warrior, with his help she attempts to protect the sacred balance- discovering her divine legacy in the process.”

- A/N: ADULT NETEYAM X READER [SLOW BURN NOT NSFW] in this fic the events of ATWOW ended with neteyam surviving.

-FIC STARTS BELOW CUT-

Through the veil of time, you stood sentinel, a silent witness to the grandeur of nature's tapestry unfurling around you. Observing the ebb and flow of life—the fleeting presence of creatures, the vibrant dance of flora as they bloomed and withered in the cycle of seasons. And with each passing season, your slender form stretched towards the azure sky, leaves unfurling like delicate emerald wings, a testament to the resilience of your life amidst the dense foliage.

As you basked in the warmth of the sun's embrace, consciousness dawned upon you— that you were more than just roots buried in soil. "What am I?" your whisper no louder than the rustling leaves, thoughts as tangible as the breeze that danced through your branches. "Who breathed life into my existence?”

You stood tall amidst the serene beauty of your wooded sanctuary, a restless longing gnawed at your core. Thoughts swirl like autumn leaves in your mind, weaving a tapestry of desire and doubt.

"I yearn to feel the embrace of distant lands, to dance with the wind beneath unfamiliar skies." Yet, amidst the tumult of your inner turmoil, a voice echoes softly—a voice that resonates with a wisdom far older than time itself. "Your purpose," it whispers, "is not to chase after fleeting pleasures, but to stand as a guardian of life, a silent sentinel in the dance of creation."

"Why must I stand rooted to this spot for eternity?" You cry, "To watch as life passes me by, while I remain stagnant and still!"

From the depth of your consciousness, the voice repeats, "Your purpose," it intones, "is to stand as a guardian of life, to bear witness to the beauty of creation."

In your stubbornness you couldn’t be swayed. "It is not fair!" You bellow, your branches quivering with anger. "To be condemned to a fate of immobility, then I refuse to drink until you grant me the freedom to roam as I please!"

The forest falls silent, as if holding its breath in anticipation of the divine response. And then, with a sigh like the whisper of wind through leaves, the voice speaks again. "You may not understand your purpose, but trust that it serves a greater design. Your roots may be bound to the earth, but your spirit is free to soar."

With that the voice dispersed, and so you continued to be, although the hunger of a life beyond and the curiosity of what could be out there creates a knot in the pit of your stomach.

"How many days has it been since your last drink?" The voice echoed through the forest in your mind.

"Three? Four?" You struggled to recall, your uncertainty leaving you unsettled.

"How can you expect to thrive when your leaves are limp and parched?" It demanded expectantly.

Your roots delved deeper into the damp soil, weaving through layers of decaying leaves and soot. A sense of contentment washed over you as fluid coursed through your veins, calming the rhythm of your heart until it was a mere flicker.

#navi avatar #avatar the way of water #avatar #avatar neteyam #neteyam sully x y/n #neteyam suli x reader #neteyam sully x na’vi!reader #neteyam sully x reader #neteyam sully #neteyam #atwow

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shadowxamyweek · 11 months

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Do you have careers headcanons for Sonic's characters? (Sonic, Tails, Knuckles, Amy, Cream, Shadow and Rouge) based on their interests and personalities what would they more likely choose?

Oo! Never have I been asked this before!

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Sonic: I don't think he'll ever get a 'real' job. It's really just... not his style, not who he is. Sonic has the speed and charisma to just continue being a rambler, and I think that is what he would prefer. Maybe he does odd favors for food and shelter, maybe he just crashes on friend's couches. Whatever it is, I think he's going to continue to live life fairly free and out there. Besides, even if/when Eggman ceases to be a threat, you still have other global forces like G.U.N. who will need to no doubt be kept in check.

(The few consistent places he can be found would be on Angel Island, Tail's couch, and Apotos.)

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Tails: I love the idea of Tails being an inventor and working with local communities in order to have sustainable accruement of resources, clean production, and fair wages/working conditions. I can't see him just being tied to a lab, but I also can't see him just entirely handing off whatever he's doing to a government or military. He'd probably hire an assistant to do a lot of the business of it, but Tails is particular enough to mandate his reading over and signing off on everything.

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Knuckles: Guardian of the Master Emerald. He'll never fully separate himself from Angel Island. However, with some help from Tails, I think Knuckles would enjoy taking lengths to protect and secure the legacy of the Echidna. Perhaps he works with professors on archeological digs, perhaps he helps to translate and transcribe texts, but he would absolutely be involved in the preservation and education of his heritage. Knuckles may even work with a bat, a robot, and a hedgehog or two in order to steal some priceless historical artifacts back from some illegal collections.

(You may see where this is going. Yes it links back to that hypothetical game post XD)

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Amy Rose: So I've actually worked this one out and written about it a bit in my own writing XD. I know her big thing right now is she wants to own or work in a bakery, but I can also see her getting REALLY overwhelmed both by the business of it and the unfortunate way customers treat people. It would start to turn a passion of hers into a stressor, and so while I believe she would do that for a time, she'd ultimately leave it. After that, I think she'd work for an environmental group (in my writing, I named it the PINE- the Preservation of Imperiled Natural Environments XD). She works to restore cultural and natural sites from damages caused by both natural and man-made catastrophes. There would be opportunities to help the world, spread love, and travel, but also, she would have a home and friends to return to, which is equally important for her. (I came up with this idea BEFORE Frontiers, and I am so glad it seems to work even more than before that new addition to canon XD).

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Cream: I think the girl would run a farm. Like, Vanilla gives off the vibe of someone who saw some shit, went, 'nope' and made a small self-sufficient farm in the woods. Very self-reliant and self-collected. No doubt Cream would then inherit such a property and enjoy the perks of that lifestyle. Sure, she'll drive to a city, or she'll go on adventures. She's not AS much of a home-body as Vanilla. Still, at the end of the day, you'll find Creme up to her elbows and knees in mud surrounded by vegetables and fruit trees, very, very content. I do like to think she would also utilize part of the grounds and her own know-how as an unofficial/unlicensed Chao rescue, but that's extra.

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Shadow: I think they leave GUN. They'd stick with Team Dark, they'd continue helping out with Sonic and Co., but they deserve to have privacy and autonomy. That's not something they could get while working for GUN no matter what Towers or anyone else may promise. Beyond that, for an actual paycheck, I think they'd work at Club Rouge as a bouncer/security until Rouge closes down the club to be an art detective at which point in time they'd run a garden center while helping out with Cream and her chao rescue on the side. They need a break- something calm and enjoyable while still making ends meet. This would be that option for them.

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Rouge: to get Team Dark out of their contracts with GUN, she has to blackmail GUN. They're not happy with that, but with how much dirt she has on them, it works. She gets herself, Shadow, and Omega out of there. However, Club Rouge, which she had run for years in order to make ends meet, comes under fire by the city council, and she's pretty sure GUN is behind it. Not wanting to take any risks, she ends up shutting the club down and taking up and offer Knuckles set up for her; she ends up getting a job as an art and artifacts detective and hunts down echidna treasures. It's a good opportunity for her- very on the up and up with all the paperwork to prove it, she gets to dust off her old tricks and talents, and she gets an academic discount. Plus, she gets to still have fun with Shadow and Omega. What's not to like?

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Thanks so much for asking this question! I absolutely loved it! What about you? What do you think they'd do?

#amy rose #shadow the hedgehog #sonic the hedgehog #cream the rabbit #tails the fox #knuckles the echidna #rouge the bat #sega #sonic co.#headcanon #anon #ask #THANKS FOR SENDING ME MAIL!!#miles tails prower

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Lore

The Brotherhood of Guardians, protectors of Angel Island, overseers to the Master Emerald. A legacy of an echidna family devoted to protecting echidna civilization for generations. A secretive group residing in their headquarters, Haven, hidden in the Forbidden Zone. Their lives have been quiet for the most part, with The Dark Legion residing in the Twilight Zone, and the current Guardian Knuckles stationed in a secluded area of Angel Island; Watching over and protecting the Master Emerald, as his ancestors work from behind the scenes.

All has been going accordingly ordinary until the Guardians encountered a strange intruder in the impenetrable Forbidden Zone. They found a rather confused teal hedgehog hybrid named Iris, who has some very unusual abilities of which they have limited knowledge on. While initially seeing this as a great threat, the Brotherhood was surprised to discover not only was this hedgehog no threat but rather an admirer of The Guardians and the history behind the Floating Island. A Lore of which Iris had long forgotten about and had even been convinced that the Guardians themselves had ceased to exist. When asked what the hedgehog wanted from the Brotherhood, Iris’s only request was to dedicate themself in service to the Guardians personally.

While hesitant about the concept, it was ultimately the oldest member Hawking who found an interest in them, allowing this hedgehog to stay; if anything to keep an eye over their strange abilities as well as an opportunity to give these old men some much-needed companionship.

Needless to say, Iris has thrown the Guardians for a loop in the few months they have been residing with them. The Guardians tend to have quite solitary and secretive lives for the most part, distancing themselves from most of society besides their duties to the Island. Having this foreign occupant around has been quite the adjustment for these tired old men, although they’ve grown to find it a rather pleasant change for once. The only caveat to their arrangement comes in the form of Iris’s strange assortment of friends, which they’ve surprisingly made through their interdimensional zone travels.

As the goofy little hedgehog tends to find a friend in any place they go, their friends tend to find a way back to them in return. Leaving much room for The Brotherhood of Guardians to get tied up in the hedgehog’s wacky little adventures.

#RP blog #Ask Blog #roleplay #The Brotherhood of Guardians #Specter the Echidna #Sojourner the Echidna #Thunderhawk the Echidna #Sabre the Echidna #Locke the Echidna #Iris the Hedgehog

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cover me in roses, cover me in pearls - knuckles character study

rated G, 1959 words, platonic/romantic knuxouge ao3 link

Knuckles was tired.

Absurd. The guardian was not supposed to be tired. He was an unmoving stone pillar, standing tall and steady to protect his tribe’s legacy with fists raised and teeth bared. He did not fatigue or wear. He was an insurmountable cliff, an immobile boulder. No one could catch him off guard if his fists were always up, a veil between his eyes and theirs.

His island thrummed at his feet, a constant reminder of his duty, the everlasting heartbeats of his long-dead kin. Any untrained gaze that scoured his home would consider it deserted, an abandoned graveyard of a mysterious civilization, useless except for some ancient hidden power. Where they saw winding cave systems, Knuckles saw homes, painstakingly dug out by hand and carved with the care a sculptor gives to his masterpiece. Where they saw a ruined sanctum, he saw a sacred temple. Where they saw power, he saw honor, a responsibility that he was proud to bear on his shoulders, another heart beating next to his. The island was Galatea, and he could only hope to live up to the space Polyphemus had left.

(It didn’t matter that he couldn’t remember any names or faces other than Tikal’s, muffled with static. The centuries-old claw marks on the wall fit his own, and that was all that mattered.)

And so he stood, through rain and sleet and snow, through chaos and trickery and war. The moments his fingers dared slip were short-lived and he tossed them to the wind. The emerald was his, and he was its, thrumming under his fingertips. It was the only family he had, after all. His eyelids would not, could not droop, lest they fail his ancestors again.

As sea-blue eyes lazily traced his muscular figure, Knuckles absentmindedly wondered what happened when an unstoppable object met an immovable force.

“Bat girl.” His voice was low, monotone, revealing none of the irritation beginning to heat in his chest. Of course, he knew that small victory would be short lived–Rouge knew exactly how to press his buttons.

“Hello, beautiful,” She took a few seemingly careless steps forward, voice laced with rose petals. He knew how well the thorns were hidden. Her gaze wasn’t on him, but the emerald, shimmering in the fading light. Chaos, it was infuriating how the sun cast its rays on that muzzle, a blazing gold. “Been a while, hasn’t it?”

“What are you doing here?” It wasn’t a question, but a statement, an order for her to get out , to go back where she belonged, to the probably stolen apartment she shared with her team, working against or with him. It didn’t matter. Knuckles worked alone, and that was just how he liked it. He didn’t need anything or anyone else besides his emerald, but Rouge, thief as she was, kept insisting upon these stupid visits.

She ignored him, ascending toward his emerald step by step, that stupid determination in her eyes, and he growled in warning. “Answer me, Rouge.”

Silence. A raised eyebrow, a smirk.

“I’m warning you!” Knuckles barked, stepping forward and sliding between her and her target. That’s all she thinks of it. Just some shiny, magic rock for her to steal. She knows nothing of the Master Emerald, and she has the gall to try and take it anyway?

Tch. Unworthy.

“Just thought I’d drop by,” she purred, hand sitting lazily at her hip. “Really, Knuckles. Not very gentlemanly of you. What kind of host accosts his guest?”

“I didn’t invite you to my island,” he retorted, hands curled into fists. Chaos, that makeup was just begging to be smeared by a well-placed punch.

“I seem to recall Sonic inviting you off your island for Christmas.” Something shifted in her gaze, hardening as it clashed with his. “How long has it been since you left, anyway?”

“You’re the reason I can’t leave, Rouge!” Knuckles spat, taking a step back to be closer to his purpose. “Thieves like you. The Master Emerald is more important than me! What I want–” he paused, a strange, unfamiliar doubt pulsing like fire in his chest. He extinguished it without a second thought. “I have a duty . You don’t understand.”

“ Damn it, Knuckles!” Rouge’s voice was sharp, taking a dangerous step forward, her tone flipping on its head in an instant. “You have a duty, sure, but you’re not letting yourself have a life! No one’s seen you in months , and now you’re attacking me for–”

“ Can it ,” he snarled, raising his fists dangerously. She never knows when to give up, does she? “You’re not going to get my emerald, so leave! ”

“I don’t want your damn emerald!”

Knuckles paused, and suddenly he became aware of the bulkiness of his hands. He was clumsy. It was far too easy for his fists to break things.

(Whatever this was? He didn’t want to shatter it. It was new, different, wrong . And yet, he wanted.

…but what other option did he have?)

“I don’t give a shit about your emerald, you hear me?” Rouge was almost screaming now, voice raw and shaky, and Knuckles was stunned into silence, anger giving way to shock. She’s never acted like this before . Her palm collided with his chest, more of a shove than a slap. “I don’t care about your island, your duty, your treasure, whatever! ”

“Rouge–”

“I care about you , damn it!” She whipped around, but not quite fast enough for Knuckles to miss the tears brimming in her eyes. He found himself reaching toward her and stopped himself. Why do I…what is this? What is she getting at?

“...Why did you really come here, then?” His voice was low and quiet, almost ashamed. He felt himself splitting in two. “Was it just to yell at me?”

“No, you idiot.” Knuckles was awful at understanding undertones, but he couldn’t miss the barely-veiled regret in Rouge’s voice. “No one’s heard from you for ages. I couldn’t just…” she paused, trying to steady her voice. It didn’t work. “I needed to know you were ok.” A raw laugh left her throat, and surprisingly, Knuckles could sense the exact moment she slipped back into her act. “Have to make sure my emerald’s kept safe, y’know?”

“I thought you didn’t care about the emerald.”

“Tch.” Rouge didn’t answer, still facing away. Slowly, she knelt, gaze locked with the sunset. Her breathing was still shaky. “M’ just glad you’re alive.”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Knuckles moved to sit beside her. It didn’t dawn on him that he was leaving a gap for her to dart to the emerald and claim it for herself, he had more pressing matters to worry about. “I’ve lived here my whole life, y’know. My tribe did it for generations. Nothing changed, I’ve just got a few more pesky thieves and evil overlords to worry about than my ancestors.”

“Doesn’t really seem like living to me,” Rouge muttered, hunching over and pressing her muzzle into her sleeves.

“It’s tradition. You wouldn’t understand.” No one does. No one seems to know the importance of remembering. If I am not here, what happens to my ancestors? My family? My memories? What happens to the emerald they guarded for generations?

“Please, go ahead and try to explain to me how spending your entire life standing in that same spot in front of that same shrine for hours at a time, barely even sleeping , is living. You sound miserable.”

“Of course you would think that,” Knuckles shot back. “You spend your time lying and deceiving others just to get what you want. You’re just a greedy treasure hunter.”

…So why do I care that you care about me?

“And what’s wrong with that, huh?” Rouge watched the clouds march across the sky, a spark of defiance in her voice. “I do whatever the hell I want. I’m not letting some stupid destiny or tradition control me. And what I want to do is make the world a better place. I don’t just steal treasure, you know. There’s a reason I work for G.U.N.”

“What does that have to do with my emerald?” Knuckles tilted his head. Damn you, Rouge. You’re always so confusing. “I don’t need anyone else. I work alone. I’m the last of the echidnas, it’s what I’m meant to do.”

“You don’t have to, though.”

“I want to.”

“ Please , Knuckles.” She turned to him for the first time in a few minutes, and her makeup was smeared. A strange warmth made itself known in his chest. “I could see the bags under your eyes from a mile away. Why don’t you just let yourself sleep, once in a while? Go visit your friends and family? This duty… it can’t be all consuming, can it?”

“Do you understand what the word ‘Guardian’ entails?” Knuckles’ voice was less sharp and more solemn. “I cannot leave my post, Rouge. I cannot fail my ancestors. The emerald is more important than what I want to do. What I need to do is keep it safe.”

“No.” Rouge poked him, almost gently, right in the center of his chest. He flinched but didn’t look away. “You’re more important than the emerald. Your life is more important than some tradition.”

“And this is why you’ll never understand.” Knuckles looked away. There should have been no conflict in his chest, no feeling of tearing or ripping his patchwork feelings at the seams.

And yet.

“You have no right to be mad at me for stealing jewels, then.” Rouge’s hand found his knee, barely brushing fur. He shuddered, but didn’t shove her away. “After all, if you’re willing to sacrifice your life for one measly emerald, you can’t scold me for valuing material possessions.”

“I’m not sacrificing my life, I’m just–”

“Then leave the damn island once and a while!” Rouge cut him off. “Come visit us so we know you haven’t rotted away! I–” she stopped. “ ...we miss you, Knuckles. Just check in sometimes, ok?”

Knuckles stayed silent, letting his thoughts simmer on his tongue. I… the emerald. What if I fail?

But Rouge’s eyes. She was crying . I did that to her.

…Why do I care?

It didn’t matter, Knuckles decided. He wouldn’t question why he cared, all he knew was that he couldn’t just stop without it cracking and fraying under his cumbersome hands. His ancestors would have wanted him to have a family, right?

“I… suppose.” He relented, sighing in defeat. Now that she mentioned it, his eyelids were heavy. Sometimes mountains had to rest weary bones.

Something in his mind told him he was making a mistake, that he would regret this. The genuine smile on Rouge’s face, unmasked for a mere millisecond, wiped all of his doubts away. She squeezed his hand–when had they started touching?–and looked away.

“Don’t make me regret this,” he added quickly, voice sharp. “This better not be one of your tricks, bat girl.”

(He made no move to remove his hand from hers.)

“I’m sure I’ll make it worth your while.” Rouge shifted closer, ever-teasing at whatever fragile bond they shared. “But for now? I suppose you can keep me in check. Wouldn’t want me finally claiming what’s mine, would I?”

“Of course not. What kind of guardian do you think I am?” Knuckles scoffed. Her breath was warm against his fur, and he let out a yawn, forehead resting against her shoulder. He’d forgotten how easy it was to let himself slip into unconsciousness.

Knuckles worked alone, and he was okay with that. It was his duty, after all, and he didn’t need anyone else. But sometimes, he supposed, it was fine to let himself rely on others. Life wasn’t just about necessities, after all.

#sth #sonic the hedgehog #knuckles the echidna #knuckles #rouge the bat #knuxouge #knuckles x rouge #sth fanfic #sonic fanfiction #oneshot #hurt/comfort #found family #character study #fanfiction #!!! i love him!! best character ever im so serious #god. i would die for knuckles the echidna #rts are appreciated!! btw!! hehe

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infinitesweep · 1 year

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cover me in roses, cover me in pearls // knuxouge

word count 1959 - ao3 link

summary: Knuckles' island thrummed at his feet, a constant reminder of his duty, the everlasting heartbeats of his long-dead kin. The island was Galatea, and he could only hope to fill the space Polyphemus had left, be an immovable boulder, a lone unmoving stone pillar bearing his tribe's legacy. (It didn’t matter that he couldn’t remember any names or faces other than Tikal’s, muffled with static. The centuries-old claw marks on the wall fit his own, and that was all that mattered.) As sea-blue eyes lazily traced his muscular figure, leathery bat wings fluttering in the wind, Knuckles absentmindedly wondered what happened when an unstoppable object met an immovable force. (or: why should knuckles care that rouge cares about him?) [RATED G - hurt/comfort, character study, found family, pre-relationship, hopeful ending, autistic knuckles]

my eebie deebies,,, enjoy!

Knuckles was tired.

(It didn’t matter that he couldn’t remember any names or faces other than Tikal’s, muffled with static. The centuries-old claw marks on the wall fit his own, and that was all that mattered.)

As sea-blue eyes lazily traced his muscular figure, Knuckles absentmindedly wondered what happened when an unstoppable object met an immovable force.

She ignored him, ascending toward his emerald step by step, that stupid determination in her eyes, and he growled in warning. “Answer me, Rouge.”

Silence. A raised eyebrow, a smirk.

Tch. Unworthy.

“Just thought I’d drop by,” she purred, hand sitting lazily at her hip. “Really, Knuckles. Not very gentlemanly of you. What kind of host accosts his guest?”

“I didn’t invite you to my island,” he retorted, hands curled into fists. Chaos, that makeup was just begging to be smeared by a well-placed punch.

“I seem to recall Sonic inviting you off your island for Christmas.” Something shifted in her gaze, hardening as it clashed with his. “How long has it been since you left, anyway?”

“ Can it ,” he snarled, raising his fists dangerously. She never knows when to give up, does she? “You’re not going to get my emerald, so leave! ”

“I don’t want your damn emerald!”

Knuckles paused, and suddenly he became aware of the bulkiness of his hands. He was clumsy. It was far too easy for his fists to break things.

(Whatever this was? He didn’t want to shatter it. It was new, different, wrong . And yet, he wanted.

…but what other option did he have?)

“Rouge–”

“...Why did you really come here, then?” His voice was low and quiet, almost ashamed. He felt himself splitting in two. “Was it just to yell at me?”

“I thought you didn’t care about the emerald.”

“Tch.” Rouge didn’t answer, still facing away. Slowly, she knelt, gaze locked with the sunset. Her breathing was still shaky. “M’ just glad you’re alive.”

“Doesn’t really seem like living to me,” Rouge muttered, hunching over and pressing her muzzle into her sleeves.

“Of course you would think that,” Knuckles shot back. “You spend your time lying and deceiving others just to get what you want. You’re just a greedy treasure hunter.”

…So why do I care that you care about me?

“You don’t have to, though.”

“I want to.”

“And this is why you’ll never understand.” Knuckles looked away. There should have been no conflict in his chest, no feeling of tearing or ripping his patchwork feelings at the seams.

And yet.

“I’m not sacrificing my life, I’m just–”

Knuckles stayed silent, letting his thoughts simmer on his tongue. I… the emerald. What if I fail?

But Rouge’s eyes. She was crying . I did that to her.

…Why do I care?

“I… suppose.” He relented, sighing in defeat. Now that she mentioned it, his eyelids were heavy. Sometimes mountains had to rest weary bones.

“Don’t make me regret this,” he added quickly, voice sharp. “This better not be one of your tricks, bat girl.”

(He made no move to remove his hand from hers.)

end. (tysm for reading, reblogs are greatly appreciated!! :D)

#knuckles #knuckles the echidna #rouge #rouge the bat #knuxouge #knuckles x rouge #sth #sonic #sonic the hedgehog #sth fanfic #sonic fanfiction #something something duty to ancestors vs duty to yourself to live your own life and be happy #could be seen as platonic or romantic your choice #anyway i am Normal about them #character study

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someones-thing-is-here · 1 year

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Honestly i need something to give my self a break from the fic I am working on so I'm gonna say something that might be controversial and then try to justify it.

I think that the Parallax retcon is a great retcon. Specifically because I think it improves future stories far more than it detracts from past ones.

Now I feel like I will have to give some context to this belief, I read GL Vol3 knowing that Emerald Twilight was going to happen and while I did see what could in retrospect be good build up (such as the league being terrible co-workers), it felt even more like character assassination to me for one reason the issue right before it now I know of the editorial mandates I know that Emerald Twilight was a last minute thing so of course things wouldn't mesh well but it helped solidify my belief that Emerald Twilight alone wasn't what made Pre-retcon Parallax good change or even interesting but all the work done later.

Now for the good thing about it - It gave use Kyle Rayner who is firmly one of the best set ups for future characters in any store to me but even then I only like Kyle in the more related Green Lantern stories and think he was either wasted or annoying in most of the other stories from that time.

But in the end Kyle has always been a character for me that has always had soring highs and crushing lows that also carry over to read about him though despite any issues I have with Emerald Twilight I wouldn't change it only because of Kyle as he is one of my favourite legacy characters and he is well worth what happened to get him.

Now I will also mention Zero Hour and Final Night to personal favourites of mine and also where I see the idea that the retcon cheapens them which I don't believe.

As for why I think it isn't liked much the stories of Hal as The Spectre now I like Hal as The Spectre but at the same time I'm also frustrated by it because stories like Soul War are really good, but the series I mostly hate, look I understand that Spectre is a really religious character but it was to much and took to much away from any agency for me, and made me feel to much like I was reading two books stitched together so in the end despite losing Helen I think it was for the best to bring Hal back to life.

Now enough explaining my issue of pre-retcon now let's get into why I think the retcon is both good and works.

Hal wasn't made completely blameless by it.

It gave us more lore more aspects of universe to considered

It made the Guardians look even worse (Which is always fun to watch)

Finally Parallax is an interesting type of character (Not including the whole exist to explain away things part of it)

Point one while to a reader the retcon does exist to remove blame from Hal, in universe he isn't trusted right away and most (expect for Guy) do not trust him either at all or very much and also Hal doesn't care I was still him who did it demonic possession or not, and I admit I view most of Hal's behaviour after Green Lantern Rebirth as him obviously putting on an act and feeling like he can't stop and has to keep going to keep trying to redeem himself bit by bit even after Spectre.

Now points two and three go together telling use more about the Guardians mistakes and arrogance, which I have always felt was a big part of them and having something like Parallax just gives another face to it which is always at least interesting if not satisfying to see them be knocked down a few pegs.

Now point four this is entirely self indulgent, as if the rest of this isn't already, but I just really like Parallax I think he's fun to read, has a cool design and all around a really good and a really effective eldritch horror that is still fightable and how he acts towards Hal is what made him fascinating to me a possessive, obsessive in a way that I have always felt is a nice addition to Hal in have he is always unable to keep a relationship and then you have Parallax who wants everything about him and wants to keep him referring to him as his precious and as his, as it has just felt like the thing Hal probably wants more than anything else, someone who wants him for him who doesn't want parts or get mad when he can't live up to the expectations and it is through Parallax an obviously evil and controlling person. This dynamic has always fascinated me.

Now I did use to have criticisms with this retcon as Hal was never scared only angry so why was he possessed by fear? But then I read it again and that Kyle is one to say that. So it hit me as someone who does feel fear and someone whose life has it, this isn't really what happened but how Kyle thinks should be what happened with your home gone and things getting to be too much.

And now the bit that is far more headcannon-ny because there is no true explanation no even a whole he liked the control/chaos that happened and that is the reason that Parallax didn't reveal himself until far later was because he was happy just staying with Hal, like the Guardians were mostly dead and even then he does deal with Ganthet later so any real threat was gone and considering how Parallax speaks to Hal it has always felt to me that Parallax either believes or knows that he and Hal were meant to be together hence why he didn't reveal himself until their merged self was threatened by Spectre because there was some (probably sexual considering the hole gas lighting + wanting his body and soul) happiness that he didn't have before thus having no issue letting Hal do what he thinks was right because he was satisfied just having him.

Ultimately while pre-retcon Parallax is good and does have some very well done emotional moments I much prefer the retcon with one exception convergence Parallax outside of the tie in the possession stuff didn't add anything, I liked there being one version of Hal that just lost it but for the main universe the retcon is just more of everything for me.

Hey if you took time out of your day to read this thanks I know how frustrating it can be to read someone's not super thought out rant so once again thanks.

If you agree with this cool and if you don't also cool it's one of the best things about comics being able to find the characterisation or character that you like and hey if you want to disagree with me cool, I'd love to here why and what you favourite version of Parallax is.

#green lantern #hal jordan #parallax #parallax hal #talks about retcon's is also positive about them if it isn't your thing #Kyle Rayner is present but I don't think I should tag him as a am a bit critical about him so I don't want to ruin the day of anyone #a rant #about comic book retcons #once again thanks for reading

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sapphanimates · 11 months

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A bunch of Project Alacrity AU art for a possible Epilogue chapter of sorts!

I couldn't seem to find a place where they would fit in the main timeline, and I've heard that many headcanon Riders as a later entry in the series, so here we have the leaders the Babylon Rogues! Jet, Wave, and Storm!

These three were designed with the intent of being the kids of the main cast; Team Legacy, if you will:

- Dash: Magenta furred and filled with determination, Amy's son is eager to lead his friends out on adventures just like his idol, Sonic!

- Gemini: an AI robot model designed by Dr. Prower, capable of disguising themself as your average fennec. They are cautious and are often the voice of reason.

- Tikal "Kala": Daughter of Knuckles and Shade, the princess of the newly united Echidna Tribe is training to become the future Guardian of the Master Emerald. She's the muscle but isn't as gullible as you might expect.

Lastly, we got a side by side look at Gemini's disguised and normal robotic designs. (they custom created their Mobian look all on their own!)

Okay that's all. Probably will try to post something tomorrow, but definitely not this big of a post lmao.

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halcarols · 2 years

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as fun it is to joke about, i don’t think that a parallax revival should happen during dark crisis—with hal’s current characterization, it would only cheapen the legacy of a great arc and play further into the (mis)conception that parallax only happened for the shock value. prior to emerald twilight, hal was becoming increasingly disillusioned with the guardians, society, and superheroism since the 70s! there were so many arcs that forced hal to reflect upon his values and privilege as a white “man” and green lantern (john stewart’s introduction, gl/ga, etc). post-2005 hal has become increasingly one-dimensional and it would be extremely detrimental for him to become parallax again

#i think a lot of modern comic readers become familiarized with hal through post-johns comics #then turn back and read emerald twilight without any of the buildup #so it comes off as very shocking and ooc to them #but yeah i just don’t think he should go berserk again </3 as much as it pains me to admit so #hal jordan #parallax #dark crisis #🌃.txt

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thecrofttomb · 1 year

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Tomb Raider Reloaded Blasts Onto Mobile This Month

CDE Entertainment and Emerald City Games have finally revealed the release date of the anticipated free-to-play roguelike arcade adventure Tomb Raider Reloaded, which falls exactly on Lara Croft’s birthday, February 14th! The game will make its way to Apple and Android mobile devices, as well as Netflix’s own games service, in which subscribers will be able to play without any ads or in-app purchases.

Alongside the announcement, the team shared a brand new trailer featuring our beloved heroine in cinematic action sequences and snippets of gameplay footage.

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Tomb Raider Reloaded takes players on an action-filled adventure as they jump into the boots of groundbreaking hero Lara Croft on her swan-diving, cliff-climbing, back-flipping quest to obtain the ancient Scion artefact, clearing ever-changing rooms filled with new and familiar enemies as well as hazardous traps and puzzles. Along the way, they’ll acquire run-specific boosts alongside permanent rewards, like XP modifiers, runes that improve Lara’s stats, and manuals used to unlock and upgrade her outfits, such as her fan-favorite bomber jacket.

As players progress through each level, they can stack perks to enhance Lara’s abilities, and even craft weapons to upgrade her arsenal.

As a love-letter to the franchise, the game is set to delight old and new fans of the saga as it features iconic Tomb Raider locations, namely the City of Vilcabamba, the Lost Valley, and St. Francis’ Folly; memorable characters, from the likes of Winston, Kurtis Trent, Anaya Imanu, and Werner Von Croy; along with artefacts, outfits, and more.

Also making a return is the lovely Keeley Hawes, the British actress that lent her voice to our adventurer in the LAU trilogy and the two spin-offs—Guardian of Light and Temple of Osiris. If that wasn’t enough, it was revealed back in the 25th anniversary celebrations that the legendary voice actresses Shelley Blond (Tomb Raider), Judith Gibbins (Tomb Raider II, Tomb Raider III), and Jonell Elliott (The Last Revelation, Chronicles, The Angel of Darkness), will be reprising their roles as Lara and players would be able to chose their favourite between them all.

This connection to the series’ long-lasting legacy is reinforced by the game’s soundtrack, which includes orchestral recordings of classic Tomb Raider themes, spearheaded by musician Tina Guo—who made her solo debut in Peter Connelly’s The Dark Angel Symphony album.

Tomb Raider Reloaded will be available worldwide on the Apple App Store, Google Play Store, and Netflix Games Service on February 14th. For a limited time after launch, all players will receive an exclusive golden version of Lara’s iconic dual pistols, like the ones you can see above.

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