Still Busy With My Project But I Did Colour This Finally

still busy with my project but i did colour this finally

Idk if this is actually canon or not, but Miranada seems like the kind of person to have a panic attack over any mistake, no matter how big or small.

When you first meet her she makes it very clear how much is demanded of her cause of how perfect she is, I can't imagine failing would illicit a very positive response.

Those are all fantastic points that I can’t believe I forgot, in my haste to lament and rage against the flanderization and jedigeneralification of Rex, I flanderized and jedigeneralized Cody in the process.

Cody is the absolutely unhinged madman who needs Obiwan to keep him on a leash.

Anakin is the absolutely unhinged madman who needs Rex to keep him on a leash.

Where tf did people get the idea Rex is some mini-anakin and some insane hyperactive madman compared to the rest of the clones.

The man is almost the walking talking definition of the phrase “by the books”, he’s as professional as they come, he’s SO god damn professional and proper, that merely calling Anakin by his first name was enough to let Anakin know something was off cause he knew Rex ONLY ever calls him General Skywalker unless shit has officially Hit The Fan™

Yeah sure, he’s a creative and aggressive tactician and more than willing to use unconventional strategies to secure victory, but he only does that cause he’s so by the books he has the whole god damn book memorized and knows how to properly be creative with it.

And no, just cause he’s more wild than Cody is not justification, Cody is the kind of guy to consider doing a mountain of paperwork to be an exciting activity.

Where tf did people get the idea Rex is some mini-anakin and some insane hyperactive madman compared to the rest of the clones.

The man is almost the walking talking definition of the phrase “by the books”, he’s as professional as they come, he’s SO god damn professional and proper, that merely calling Anakin by his first name was enough to let Anakin know something was off cause he knew Rex ONLY ever calls him General Skywalker unless shit has officially Hit The Fan™

Yeah sure, he’s a creative and aggressive tactician and more than willing to use unconventional strategies to secure victory, but he only does that cause he’s so by the books he has the whole god damn book memorized and knows how to properly be creative with it.

And no, just cause he’s more wild than Cody is not justification, Cody is the kind of guy to consider doing a mountain of paperwork to be an exciting activity.

Sonic Headcanon

To state clearly, this is based on nothing but my own personal headcanon. While I may take from established games or comic issues, this is largely just me spitballing out into the wild, so take any possible discrepancies with a grain of salt.

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Sonic is a hero, obviously. If there's any fact anyone knows about the blue hedgehog is that he loves to beat the bad guy, save the day, and get showered in glory for it. It's been that way ever since he started saving the day from a young age, something he's always enjoyed doing as much as any other hobby.

And for a long time, it stayed that way, being a hero wasn't just a job to Sonic, it was something he loved to do. And the fastest thing alive can't remember for his own life when that started to change.

It was small at first, brief frustrations with civilians and friends over inconveniences, his joy when hearing about some more badniks to fight replaced with moments of disdain at the alert of a new eggman attack at poor times, and taking a bit longer to get out of bed in the morning, being occasionally annoyed at being stopped by a fan in the street for an autograph when he was in a particulary sour mood at that time. But it was never stuff that lasted for more than a brief moment, a second or two, and it always gave to his usual carefree optimism and snarky attitude, things he simply dismissed as just natural changes as people got older.

But it didn't stop there, as he got older he began to noticed just how tired he was especially as his popularity grew and he went from a local small time hero just doing the right thing to a world wide celebrity hailed for saving the world numerous times, more a symbol than a person.

He began to notice just how many people looked up to him, how many people saw him as this larger than life figure, as someone to take after, as someone to inspire to be. While he began to feel tired he shrugged it off, nothing more than growing pains he thought, every new celebrity has to feel that way, right? So he took up the role, he maintained the new image everyone had of him as the fearless hero with an attitude.

And from there it only got worse, every day that passed he felt just a little bit more tired, a little bit less energetic, a little bit less happy, a little bit less himself. The fame he once dreamed of as a child soon became something he began to grow wary of and it wasn't the fans, it wasn't the interviews, it wasn't seeing his face everywhere at all times, those were all things he could handle, no, it was the fact he couldn't be himself.

He couldn't be Sonic the person, the energetic daredevil from Christmas Island who just did the right things cause it was the right thing to do known for going fast and being cool. No, he had to be Sonic the hero, who always saved the day no matter what, who was always selfess and always gave his 110%, who was always strong, and never showed a shred of weakness all day, every day, every night, every hour, every minute, every second.

He can't blame people for looking at him like that, after all he did help cultivate the image by playing the part to the rest of the world, and maybe that could've been at least somewhat bearable had his friends also not started to look up to that version aswell. While obviously they didn't believe the public image whole hog, they believed in it enough, they always assumed he'd be there, they'd always call on them no matter what, and he'd always answer, he'd always have their back, asking for nothing in return and leaving them with a snarky reply, the word "no" almost became a foreign one to him.

He was trapped into an show, an actor who couldn't drop his act, forced to wear a mask that represented a charicature, a character and not a person. And for a while he managed to keep the wall behind Sonic the person and Sonic the character but soon enough enough that wall began to crumble and the lines between the character and the man became a blur to him, things he once thought as being so critical to himself being left behind and forgotten as he feels every inch of the true distance between him, the real him, and his friends.

But while his mask mends with his flesh and bones, the exhaust never leaves, it only gets worse. Where once he was excited to get a call to action, now it only filled him dread. Where once he'd get to where he needed as fast as he possibly could, now he begins to drag his feet (though still arriving multiple times faster than needed). Where he used to keep a bright smile at all times even when alone, now even bringing up a fake one to keep up the act feels like an increasingly impossible task. Where once he would openly voice his disdain for any prolonged period of rest, now he welcomes it with open arms and grows irritated anytime someone has to break him from it. Where once when he saw a city under attack he wouldn't even waste a pictosecond before rushing in to save the day, he is now battered with the thought of just walking by, a thought a younger him would've been horrified to have even contemplated but that now feels so common.

And the worst part is the isolation. Sure, he has some of the best friends anyone could ask for, all of whom would die for him a thousand times over if he simply asked, and yes, he has a little brother who loves him more than the universe itself, and he is so very grateful and happy for all of them but as he feels the separate between who he is and who the world expects him to be slip away, he feels like he can't turn to anyone.

He can't vent to Tails, cause he knows his little brother looks up to the Hedgehog and he doesn't want to look weak to him, not realizing that he's only setting his beloved little brother to experience the same thing he has later on in life.

He can't vent to Amy as for all her empathy and compassion, he still feels that she looks up to the idea of Sonic she's had since she was a kid and he can't bear to break that image she has of him, not realizing that his self isolation will only make Amy feel like he still sees her as that little girl obsessed with him from all those years ago and not his friend.

He can't vent to Knuckles, cause he fears what the blunt and bravdo warrior will say to him if he expresses any semblance of weakness, not realizing that if any person in the world was to understand loneliness, it would be the sole guardian of the Master Emerald.

He can't turn to Shadow, cause while they aren't active enemies anymore, his rival still holds enough disdain for the blue hedgehog to make any opening up risky, not realizing that his opposite is amongst the first to respond when he's needed help with anthing regardless of how severe.

To top it off, of all the people in the world to recognize the Hedgehog's deteriorating state, it is not one of his friends who picked up on some odd behavior, it is not a fan who noticed how his smile began to lack that energy it used to, it wasn't even just a passer by sensing something was wrong and asking if was ok just on a whim.

Of all the people of Mobius, it was Doctor Eggman who noticed the Hedgehog's descent into depression and depersonhood. And the Doctor did not waste a moment to pounce on the opportunity. Attacks increased, their frequency, their scale, the distance they occured, the friends he attacked, all the while he secretly pushed the very hero worship that has begun to destroy his old enemy, why kill Sonic when he can get the whole world to worship him and watch him break right infront of their eyes.

He feels the chains and weights of expectation pull on his neck and limbs, dragging him down as a mask is molded onto his face and he's demanded to play an act. As he puts more and more weight on his shoulders with a smile faker than any illusion. As the very smoke that got him high now sucks the oxygen from his lungs and suffocates him.

His endless empathy that refuses to let him let anyone come to harms way if he can do anything about it and incredible ego refusing to let his reputation be tarnished in the slightest mixing to form a deadly cocktail that only pushes him closer and closer to a path of apathy and self destruction.

Sonic the Hedgehog is a hero, he loves being a hero, he loves the people he has met and he finds no more satistfaction when saving the day.

But he is still just a man, a man who bears the weight of the world on his shoulders and refuses to let anyone see the cracks starting to form, and like any man who puts the world on his shoulders, it's only a matter of time till its overwhelming weight simply crushes him.