Nov 17, 2024
Commission for @robotnik-mun! I had a blast working on this! Thank you!
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Commission for @robotnik-mun! I had a blast working on this! Thank you!
((Commission for @robotnik-mun featuring their “Deltarune” Original Character, his interpretation of the mysterious Knight. If you’d like a commission yourself, slots are open: https://gojira007.tumblr.com/post/168682813032/yup-finally-diving-into-this-wide-wacky-world ))
Everything is falling apart. Every wall, every sky, every moment. All things, time and space alike, are becoming broken within the great void that is only growing greater and stronger the more it pulls into itself.
And at its center, locked in combat, are two figures built in contrast. One small, the other large; one garbed in armor of glistening white, the other in mail of pitch black; one a Knight, the other a mere Child. Yet there was one link between them, a crimson light that burns in their eyes, and bursts out from the glistening Soul which floats above them, the one thing which pierced the storm of the void entirely.
“I know you can see it, but sight tells us so little!” The Knight bellows. “Can you hear it, O Vessel?” His question comes in a mocking tone as he brings his hardened fist down upon the child’s chest. “The sound of the glorious fire burning away all things at long last?”
The child’s only answer is to bounce back from the blow and slam their head right into the Knight’s, hard enough that the armor rings like an anvil struck by a hammer. “Yes, you can, can’t you?” the Knight retorts. “Or else you would not fight this fiercely.”
He grapples with the child, trying to pin their arms. “Fiercely, but in vain. This is not a battle to be won, O Vessel; this is not a scheme to be thwarted.” He takes the left arm in hand. “We are past that now.” He takes the right arm. “This is Truth, written in stone. Immutable.”
The child’s legs swing out and kick into the Knight’s plated sternum, forcing the Knight to release his grip and sending both combatants swirling along the spinning center of the void. The Soul crackles just a bit brighter. “Thrash about all you wish!” the Knight cackles as he balances himself. “It cannot be changed! The Fate to which we have both been bound from the moment our eyes first opened will be fulfilled!”
He leans forward, ready to lunge, but the child strikes first, a living shadow striking like a bolt of lighting. They strike again at the head, one hand grabbing onto the horn of the Knight’s helmet, and the other slamming into its faceplate. “Shut. UP!” the child speaks at last with a piercing voice. Again they strike the faceplate. “SHUT UP!” Again. “SHUT UP!” Again. “SHUT UUUUUUUUP!!!”
One last blow, and the plate dents, the helmet twists, and the head turns with it. “I don’t care!” the child spits out, using the horn to swing away from the Knight’s swiping hand. “I don’t care if it’s too late! I don’t care if you say it can’t be changed!” Their swing spins them back around, this time feet-first, right into the Knight’s neck. “Noelle’s out there, Susie’s out there, my family is out there!”
The Soul’s light grows brighter still.
“So I’ll fight!” A punch to the side of the head. “I’ll keep fighting!” A kick to the chin. “I’ll keep fighting like they can still be saved!”
The Knight pushes them back, lifting their hand to try and knock them away. And the child too readies another blow. “BECAUSE THAT IS THE ONLY THING THAT MATTERS!”
And this time the Knight cannot stop a small tremble passing through his body. Because now he is the one who hears. He knows what that voice sounds like.
Not just a shout. A roar.
I was going to say that my Dash did a thing, but now I’m wondering if @robotnik-mun did this on purpose.
Young Julian, 2C, Palette 7A. Dr. Arkeville (Post-Cybernetics) 3A, Palette 5C. Aaand Starscream (G1) 4I, Palette 10B. Please ^^
"Damn you, Charles, you KNOW how much this means to us! To ME! Are you TRULY willing to throw away everything we've worked on together on the altar of your meaningless pride?"
"What's the matter, Starscream? Scared of a little astro-storm? Come now, I promise I don't enjoy watching you suffer...TOO much."
"You...you can't seriously expect me to go jetting back there again already after all of that...."
Keep in mind, the exasperation that arose with Penders' echidna fixation wasn't the fact they were the main focus of his efforts. Its the fact that they swiftly became his model, chosen people whose importance swiftly eclipsed everything else, made all the more aggravating by the fact that so much of it was nonsense, boring, badly executed and generally a waste of page space. Your work on the Echidna rectifies all of this and is fascinating rather than insufferable, as it was in Archie.
THANK YOU ROBO-MUN <3
Honestly it’s never a bad day to be reminded that you’re not as shitty as Ken Penders.
Well, coor me predictable, buuut... Juilian Robotnik, A5.
Never drawn him before I think! He’s surprisingly fun??
Happy New Year!
It’s 2020!!!! yeahhhh!!
I bet it was real easy to make silly year shaped glasses for this year
Happy Day of Birth!
thanks, robo-mun!