#snively musings

[junkydrawr]

In strictly SatAM terms, do you think Snively (and Robotnik, I guess) actually killed people? I know SatAM is a cartoon and murder is usually a no-no but realistically speaking I can't see their coup or consequent round-up of Mobians always ending in roboticization every time.

(Then there's a question of torture and/or experiments.)

[tcthinecwnself-a]

@thcsevoices​​ liked for a starter

He was sure he was still very dehydrated. The whole last week was all a bit of a blur; being rescued, carried away, finding himself in some region of the Central City. Despite all her doting, Snively still felt like a failure. A worthless, sniveling failure like he always had been. It pounded in his head like a migraine, but he managed to sit himself up in the comfortable, plush bed he had been placed in. 

When Regina walked in, he looked at her like a kicked puppy before those eyes darted away. Gripping the blanket nervously, he smoke with a voice low with misuse. “H - hi. I - I thought I could at least try sitting up ...”

[missmaywemeetagain]

Hi,

for your prompt request.

💻 angst for Austin. There was a short lived rumour he'd perform at the Oscars. I had this in my head for months, that he'd perform the in memoriam section (what Lenny Kravitz did this year). Maybe with the beautiful Elvis rendition of BRIDGE OVER TROUBLED WATER .

Obviously that's a daunting thing, so maybe some praise kink that leads to more at rehearsals? With whoever your comfortable with writing this but if live to read it with Polly Bennett his movement coach.

Xxx

Ohhhh, dearest Nonnie, did you give me a challenge! It took me a minute to try and get into Austin's head because I've never written him before, so thank you for your patience! 💖

I really ended up leaning into that praise kink, and this turned out waaay filthier than I intended, but 'twas where my muse took me lol. The Bridge Over Trouble Water lyrics actually were a bit of an inspiration, so the song appears more figuratively than literally. I hope it's okay that it ended up being so much smut vs. storyline, but it is Austin and Polly! Thank you for your request and I hope you enjoy, When Tears Are In Your Eyes, darlin'! 💋

TW: This is utterly filthy. Minors BE GONE! 18+ only! Really, there is so much SEXXX, but, like, in a sweet, subby Austin way. Panic attacks. Negative self-talk. PRAISE KINK--so much praise kink... Sub space? Not as edited as usual! Hopefully this isn't too much of a mess cuz I'm a little nervous about writing about Austin (and Polly!)...I'm definitely not an Austin expert 👀

When Tears Are in Your Eyes

The first time was a fluke. The panic before he’d had to go out and really perform as Elvis for the first time, for the ’68 Special section, was utterly paralyzing and he’d needed something or someone to break him out of his mind prison, someone telling him he was going to be okay, that he was going to do a great job, that he was good enough. Desperate times had called for desperate measures.

Baz and Olivia and even Catherine had tried help him shake his nerves, but no matter the massive amount of support and encouragement from them all, he was convinced there was no way he could do Elvis justice. That he would fail completely, not only tanking his own career, but also Baz’s, and disappoint millions of Elvis’ fans across the world in the process. To say he’d worked himself into a frenzy was an understatement.

When Polly came in, his amazing and fiery movement coach, he was convinced she wouldn’t be able to stave off this horror building inside him, this pure terror that he was a complete fraud. But they’d worked so many hours together, one on one, that she could sense something in him that he could not. When she’d embraced him and told him he was going to be alright, that everything would be fine, he almost broke into pieces at his friend’s words. He’d sniffled into her blonde hair, his Elvis makeup running, clutching at her like she was a life raft.

And then it had happened. As she whispered words of encouragement into the shell of his ear, praising the commitment he had to the role and how he was already doing Elvis’ legacy proud, he’d felt it. Unfortunately, pressed up against her in that tight black leather suit, it didn’t take long for her to feel it, too.

He was totally mortified, of course, chalking it up to his anxiousness and heightened emotions, and it sent him into another kind of panic because Polly was his colleague and his friend and oh my god, he didn’t want to ruin any of that. Whimpering in her hair, he wanted to pull away and hide even more than he had before, but she just kept breathing praise into his ear. As if he wasn’t rock hard against her.

It hadn’t taken long for his body to go off the rails, his hips rolling into her ever so slightly, the friction of those damn pants coupled with what she was saying arousing him to the point of bursting. But she didn’t flinch or move away, she just kept her arms around him tight and let him grind and whimper into her.

It wasn’t enough. He was a sniveling mess, terrified of going out there and humiliating himself, and now he was insanely aroused, his mind starting to white out, and he needed release but the dry humping just wasn’t enough.

Somehow, she’d known exactly what he needed and for some unknown reason, hadn’t hesitated in the slightest in giving it to him. When she’d popped the button on the pants, unzipping him just enough to reach her tiny hand in, he’d nearly passed out from the way she’d groped his too-sensitive cock through his underwear.

“Doing such a good job for me, Aus, always doing so good for me. Always putting in your all. You’re gonna be perfect,” she’d whispered as she pumped him expertly. His mind went blank, hearing nothing but her praise, and he surrendered quickly. Shuddering violently, he crested and felt the hot spurts of his release coat the inside of his briefs.

“That’s it, let it go, Aus. Cumming so well,” she’d praised him, talking him through his orgasm, then released him with a genuine smile, pressing her forehead to his as he tried to regain his senses.

It wrecked him just enough to break him free of his anxiety. He’d gasped in both refraction and shock and Polly had just patted his cheek sweetly and handed him tissues to clean himself up, like there wasn’t something completely bonkers that happened between them. Like she hadn’t just jerked him off and successfully made him feel like he could go out there now and be Elvis. Like his confidence hadn’t been restored by the magic power of her words and her hand.

Things had happened so intensely and fast after that with filming that he’d barely had time to think on it. When he’d stripped out of the suit and his messed underwear later that night, he’d actually laughed, thinking of the story of how Elvis had orgasmed in his leather suit as well.

How very ‘method’ of me, he’d thought with a chuckle.

He’d also been confused and embarrassed, but Polly acted like nothing strange had occurred at all. No lingering glances or silly winks. No uncomfortable silences or awkward words. Business as usual.

So, he’d moved on. It was a fluke. A moment of weakness.

Except now, backstage during rehearsals for the Oscars, he finds himself in that same completely panicked headspace for the first time since the ’68 Special. His agent had somehow convinced him to agree to singing “Bridge Over Troubled Water” during the “In Memorial” section of the show. But that was months ago, before he was exhausted from all the award shows and press and schmoozing and the traveling across continents, all the while trying not to let his grief for Lisa Marie (and the residual grief it triggered about his mom) consume him.

He is terrified. Stomach churning and palms sweating, he shakes all over, a leftover effect of those pieces of Elvis still lingering within him. Singing in front of people was never something he’d been able to do until Elvis. But even then, he’d been playing a character. It was so much more vulnerable to get out there singing as himself. In front of a room filled with the biggest names in Hollywood, in front of his heroes, and for millions on live television, no less.

No pressure or anything.

Sure, they’d convinced him to sing briefly on SNL, but that was still under the guise of Elvis and it had been only a small part of the farewell for Cecily, the focus being on her, not just him. He’d been nervous, to be sure, but it had been different. Not this. Nothing like this.

Of course, he knows the song in his sleep, it being one of his favorites to listen to while prepping for Elvis. But as much as the critics and the world loved his performance, and as much as he tries to draw upon the superstar’s confidence, he is not Elvis Presley.

His shallow and quick breaths as he waits for his turn to rehearse makes him think that he might pass out if he keeps freaking out at this rate. Forcing himself to breath in through his nose and out through his mouth, part of the dynamic breathwork he’d learned, he manages to keep from ending up on the floor. But his mind is still whirling and his stomach is churning.

You idiot, you’re just gonna go out there and embarrass yourself in front of everyone you admire. What a failure you’ll be, his inner critic berates him. Stupid fucking fool.

He can’t do this. There’s no way in hell.

Austin feels the tears prick in his eyes. Oh, good, now I’m gonna cry, too. Perfect.

It’s then that he feels the small arms encircle his waist and he knows.

He knows it’s her.

He’s not sure how Pol managed to get backstage—the security is insane—but like a miracle, she’s here. “Come on, Aus. You’re going to be okay,” she says quietly.

Gently, she pulls him back, back, back through the wings of the stage, whispering words along the way (“You can do this, hun, and will do it well. I know you will.”) and into an empty dressing room. He follows more than willingly, letting the tears free fall down his cheeks now.

He finds himself in that strange little space again where all he hears and wants and needs is her, her reassurances and praises, and she gives them liberally.

Polly gently pushes him into the room, closing the door and engaging the lock behind her. His brain is overloaded, his body buzzing with anxiety, but her words leave him wanting and he feels his cock twitch in his pants. All rational thought is abandoned, his body beginning to take over, and he doesn’t have the strength to hold himself back.

Austin steps into her, pressing her back against the door, nuzzling his head down into her neck. She lets him, her hands running softly, comfortingly, through his hair, causing a low moan to escape his lips.

“I-I-I need…please…” he begs through hiccupping little sobs.

“I know, shh, I know.”

Then, she proceeds to murmur at him all the ways he is good and talented and true. He can’t help rolling his now-aching cock into her belly, but she does not falter.

The sensations are all too much this time, even more than the first time, and he is running his hand up her bare leg and under her skirt before his mind even registers what he’s trying to do, all the lines he is going to cross. Because he has to do something, something he knows he’s good at, something he knows he won’t fail.

And by the little squeak that turns into a mewl when he reaches the apex between her thighs, the thin cotton covering her warm little sex, he knows he’s right. Slipping his fingers under, he runs them through her already dampening folds and up to circle the sensitive nub at the top.

“T-this o-okay?” he stutters out, needing to know he’s doing right by her.

“Yes, Aus, that’s perfect, oh god,” she moans breathlessly in his ear.

The praise fully short-circuits his brain, sending him into that white space where his career expectations and fears don’t touch him like they did before.

Please, please, please…is all he thinks and he realizes eventually that he’s panting it out loud, ignoring the straining in his pants because he wants to get her off, he needs to please her, and if he does, everything will somehow be okay.

He slides his fingers down through her softness, and finding her wet and ready for him, turns her around to face the door and slides two fingers into her heat, his thumb working circles on her clit. Pumping, his fingers search for that spongy spot, the one he thinks will make her keen and pleased, and when he finds it, he curls his fingertips into it.

“That’s it…just like that,” she pants, then she bucks back, her ample ass giving him some much-needed friction. The sensation is almost too much, causing him to press her into the door, his throbbing erection making him desperate.

“Oh, my good, good boy. Oh god. Oh g-god, Aus, you’re gonna make me cum,” she chokes out and it’s music to his ears, this approval and proof of his goodness. “That’s p-perfect, you’re perfect!”

Her cry couples the fluttering of her walls and the dam breaks, arousal flooding onto his hand. But her release sends his body into overdrive, and he pulls his fingers out of her, leaving her moaning. Frantically, he pulls her soaked panties down her legs and unbuckles his pants, letting them slide down and free his cock.

“Please, I-I-I…can I?” he whimpers at her.

She nods. “Yes, yes!”

He is in shambles. It only takes a second before he’s rubbing his cock between her legs, coating himself in her slick, and they both moan at the sensation.

Going into that white space, the one he only gets to when with her, all he can think is please, please, I need, I need, and it causes him to rush a little. He pushes up into her comforting and plush folds, meeting a little resistance on the way because he’s thick and she’s small but oh god, she’s so tight around him.

Through the hazy fog of his brain, he hears her pretty little gasps as she adjusts to his girth, but when he bottoms out in her wet heat, it feels too good and a fresh panic hits him. This awareness of what he is doing to her—spearing her and splitting her in two—and the thought that he might be doing it wrong or hurting her in some way has him sobbing, “Pol,” as he clutches at her waist.

“It’s okay, you’re perfect, Aus,” she moans, encouraging him. “Now move those hips, just like I taught you.”

Relief and fresh arousal floods over him. He knows this. He can do it in his sleep. Cock twitching inside her, he starts to move, rolling those narrow hips of his smoothly, precisely, just as he’d practiced for hours and hours prepping for Elvis.

Polly lets out a low, pleased groan as he does so, and it fills him with pleasure because he’s pleasing her, he’s doing it right. With each thrust, she coos at him words of praise and he eats them up like he’s starving. The terror and the trepidation are banished into the shadows, consumed by that white space, the space where he is perfect and good and doing everything just right.

He could stay here forever, surrounded by light and warmth and comfort, buried deep in his friend.

His smooth thrusts become pointed because the more she praises his work, the hotter he becomes, like he’s burning up from the inside in the best way possible. She writhes below him, pushing back into him, the sound of his balls slapping her weepy, perfect little cunt sending every ounce of blood straight into his dick.

One hand slams next to hers on the door, using it as leverage to pound into her. Deeper, need to be deeper, oh fuck, oh Jesus. The other grips desperately at her waist, anchoring himself to her so he doesn’t fly too far away into that glorious white space.

Her voice does that, too, her breathless sighs of, “Yes, yes, you’re doing so good, giving me that perfect cock so well, Aus,” are pushing him headlong to the brink.

Reaching around under her skirt, he finds her puffy clit and works it furiously, even in his blinding fog knowing he wants her to come over the edge with him. She keens and he pistons erratically at the sound.

“Fuck, you’re gonna be a good boy and come with me now, right Aus?” she pants, taking him like she was made to do so.

“Mhm,” is all he can manage, biting his lower lip and nodding. Heat floods him, overwhelming his senses as he fucks into her, needing every inch to remind him who he is. He begins to shudder when he feels her walls clench tighter around him.

“Oh, fuck, you’re g-gonna make me cum again, Aus! Oh, YES,” she moans, fluttering around him, and he shatters into little pieces right behind her.

He’s too far gone to pull out, selfishly claiming her and painting her walls white with his seed. Relishing in her warmth, he clings to her in his climax, not realizing the tears of relief streaming down his face.

Every ounce of tension in his body releases. The only sound in the room is their heavy breathing as they recover. She lets him linger inside her, seemingly aware of how far away he’s gone.

Eventually, the white space dims and he comes back into himself, sliding his softening cock out of her. He kisses her softly at the place where her neck meets her shoulder.

“I—Thank you,” he whispers, voice low and gravely, unsure of what to say, unsure of how to make her understand that she managed to banish his self-hating demons away right when he needed her.

She turns around and pulls his head down, pressing her lips to his forehead. “Anything for you, Aus.”

His now-relaxed body fills with warmth at that.

Finding a box of tissues, he grabs a clump, then falls reverently to his knees in front of her with the intent of cleaning her up. He pulls up the hem of her dress, revealing the short thatch of hair at the top of her pussy, worked swollen and red from him.

“You don’t have to do that, Aus,” she breathes. He can sense the blush in her voice, a modesty that was absent when she was trying to help him through his panic.

“Hush.” He taps her legs open and she relents quickly, unable to deny him. Pink and slick and bare to him, he looks up at her from below and adds, “You’re beautiful.”

She flushes pink and bashfully looks away.

His initial task to clean her abandoned, he watches in a kind of awe and pride the way his spent arousal, mixed with her own, leaks from her tight, little hole. He abandons the tissues on the floor. So entranced is he that he can’t stop himself from running his fingers through her folds and the slick.

She gasps from above, which quickly turns into a punctuated sigh when he leans forward and softly kisses her oversensitive nub. Fueled by her reaction and the deliciously musky taste of her on his lips, he flicks his tongue there.

She nearly doubles over, her hands flying into his sandy locks.

His body, still recovering from their sex, hums with pleasure. He laps at her again, and again. He can’t seem to help himself because she just makes him feel so good.

She shudders over him, trying to still his head. “Aus, I can’t,” she whines. This was obviously not part of her plan to calm him.

He smiles against her clit, then pulls back to watch as he uses two long fingers to push his dripping arousal back up into her tight heat.

The sound of her loud moan resonates in the small space as she falls back against the door, eyes closing with pleasure.

He holds there for a moment before he turns his attention back to her puffy, oversexed clit. Licking, sucking, and kissing it, he teases her. He works her into a frenzied, whimpering mess above him.

He pulls away briefly. “Am I doing good?” he asks with a hopeful little smile, still needing her approval. He scissors his fingers, sliding them in and out of her soaking and nearly-wrecked pussy.

All she can seem to do is nod frantically. That thrill of praise runs through him again.

Diving back in, he relishes the taste of her, of them, adding a third digit into her stretched hole. The noises are obscene, the squelching of their combined arousal filling the room as he fucks her relentlessly with his fingers. Her mewling whimpers let him know he’s still satisfying her. He can feel himself hardening again, but it’s an afterthought to her pleasure.

“Cum for me, baby, let me make you cum. Come on now,” he urges her.

Once he curls his fingers into that soft spot inside her and sucks on her nub just so, it doesn’t take long until she goes rigid and comes undone with a panting shudder. Again.

Austin strokes her through her climax then releases her with one last soft kiss to her mound. Then he finally uses those tissues to clean her gently. She shudders with overstimulation.

“You are too good, Austin Butler,” she gasps out.

“Promise?” he says, only half joking as they both put themselves back together.

Polly grabs him by the cheeks and stares directly into his big, blue eyes. “Aus, you are one of the best, most talented men I have ever known. Anything you choose to do, you give it your all. You will do well,” she says seriously. “Now, go out there and kick some ass for me, will you?” She smiles and gives him a kiss on the cheek.

He can’t help but grin from ear to ear, his doubts banished.

And even though he is nervous and emotional the night of the awards, he thinks of that sublime and calm white space where he is always good enough. And when he sings at the show, he gives it his all, knowing that Polly is watching.

[unlackeyed]

Since your muse defected, how has their self-care/living habits changed?

The hair, the hair, the HAIR. I know SatAM and Archie had their respective dumb but funny reasons who Snively lost most of his hair young (he's only 30 as of the 50th-100th issue of Archie pre-IDW) and only had like 5 stray hairs left on his head, but I think that's too easy, LOL.

I've written here about how a few rp friends and I back in my FUS message board days (I'm talking a LONG time ago, like 2003, 2004) concocted these headcanons that Robotnik made his nephew treat his own body (the only other organic life form in Robotropolis) with disrespect and humiliation in order to ensure compliance (translation: total submission). One such action derived from Robotnik recognizing that the adolescent Snively was very vain about his thick dark hair. So! He forced him to shave it all off then treat it with chemicals that kept it from growing, for around a decade. Any time Snively disobeyed, he'd receive agonizing psychological and physical repercussions, until wearing his hair the way he wanted to became fully conflated with agency, identity, independent of his uncle and his uncle's awful empire.

So, upon defecting, the first thing he does is let his hair begin to grow out. It takes months to grow more than stubble. But eventually it grows into an ear-length side-part with an undercut. Still brown! He's young enough not to gray just yet. And the longer he intuits that he's secure with the Freedom Fighters (or equivalent in IDW or films crossovers), the more time he spends on physical self-care tied into hair and appearance: civilian clothes and food that isn't just like freeze-dried rations.

This headcanon is so important to me that it's how I prefer to draw him and how I choose his faceclaims.

[mitchbeck]

HOWLINGS REPORTER'S NOTEBOOK

By: Gerry Cantlon, Howlings HARTFORD, CT - Time once again to empty the Howlings Reporter's Notebook. The New York Rangers have their new head coach Peter Laviolette in place, and the Wolf Pack have Kris Knoblauch in Hartford set for his fifth year. Joining Laviolette's staff is one-time Yale/Sacred Heat University assistant coach Dan Muse, who has been steadily climbing the ladder to this spot. Last year Muse coached the US National Development team in the USHL and worked with the Nashville Predators when Laviolette was head coach as head coach of the Chicago Steele (USHL), where he won the championship. Muse was the head coach of the US's U-18 gold medal-winning team this past spring and played at Stonehill College when they were a Division III program. The Rangers signed defenseman Zac Jones to a two-year, one-way deal at a cap-friendly price tag of $800K / $825K-NHL. Jones is likely being given a shot to make the Rangers' third pair to play with Braden Schneider. He'll compete for that spot with Ben Harpur, who earned the spot and the last available contract last year. The Hershey Bears won the Calder Cup in overtime over the Coachella Valley Firebirds at 16:19, 3-2, in the last North American hockey of the season played in the California desert at the Acriusre Arena. The Jack Butterfield Playoff MVP was Hunter Shepard, who helped knock off the Wolf Pack in the Atlantic Division conference title last month. The Hershey Bears won their 12th title in the 75 years of the franchise. Mark Vecchione scored the first Game 7 overtime winner in the Bears' long, illustrious history overcoming a 2-0 deficit and an early OT PK situation. Henrik Borgstrom didn't play in their opening playoff series against the Charlotte Checkers. He stepped in when Mike Sgarbossa went down with a season-ending injury. He had strong right-wing corner puck possession, won a one-on-one battle with the Firebirds' Ryker Evans, and flipped it out in front. It was the second overtime winner in the last 70 years of the AHL. The Firebirds sought to become the first AHL expansion team since the Texas Stars in 2010 and just the third in league history to do so. Ex-Pack and Hershey team captain, Dylan McIlrath, with his daughter ice-side, getting a kiss from Daddy with the Calder Cup in his hands, won his second Calder Cup title in his career and handed it off to ex-Sound Tiger Aaron Ness. Other CT connections winners for Hershey were former Yale Bulldog Joe Snively and Quinnipiac University Bobcat alum San Anas, who lost in last year's final as a member of the Springfield Thunderbirds. Ex-Pack Stu Bickel, assistant coach for Coachella Valley for a second year in a row, came up short last year in Springfield with Anas. So did ex-Yale John Hayden and QU Brogan Rafferty. Hershey head coach Todd Nelson completed his piece of Calder Cup history as he has now won two titles as a head coach, assistant coach, and player. This summer, he will be strongly considered for an NHL coaching opening. Ex-Pack Steven Kampfer signed a one-year, two-way deal with the Arizona Coyotes, who acquired him at the trade deadline spending it in Tucson. The value is $775K-NHL/$225K-AHL. Mathieu Olivier, the son of former New Haven Knights Simon, signed a two-year, one-way deal with Columbus for $1.1M per year. HARTFORD WOLF PACK HOME Read the full article

[snivel1]

Isn't it crazy, how amidst the millions of galaxies, planets, stars and all in-between, we found each other? Isn't it crazy, how insignificant we are in the face of the unknown nothingness that surrounds us? And nevertheless, we found each other? So many possibilities, and the best thing that has ever happened to me, is finding you. You are the brightest star I have ever witnessed, and you will be forever in my memory. Isn't it funny, how humans work?

[robotnik-mun]

I guess since we're musing on the SatAM themes, I wonder how you would think that version of Robotnik would eventually come to build his own Metal/Mecha Sonic? Or do you think it'd be done by Snively, or some other antagonist?

Oh, it'd certainly come from Robotnik, and I don't think it'd be that complicated- he'd eventually consider that maybe the best way to beat Sonic would be with another Sonic and set about to create a machine that could match (or even exceed) Sonic in all the areas he prides himself on.

Granted given the timeline of things, he might wind up doing that purely as a means of placating Naugus...

[unlackeyed]

O h   . 

You know what?

1) Please pause to contemplate how seriously fucked-up this is, lmao.  “Eggman is funny and endearingly nasty and way less dark than SatAM/Archie Robotnik” are you SURE? ARE YOU SUUUURE? 

2) I can definitely work this “implanted explosive that kills you if you disobey” thing into a headcanon for my Snively muse, even though that’s not exactly what Eggman was saying here. 

3) I thought Lien-Da worked for Dimitri/Enerjak and died when her brother Kragok did? I guess I missed a LOT over the years lol. 

do you guys ever think about this backup issue sometimes. a lot of the time. all the time.

[mobius-prime]

163. Sonic the Hedgehog #95

Okay, I'm calling it. Whoever drew up the initial plans for that cover has one hell of a webbing fetish. Spaz, Harvo, whichever of you it was, I'm onto you.

Enemy Mine

Writer: Karl Bollers Pencils: FRY Colors: Frank Gagliardo

Sonic the Hedgehog, as one might imagine, is immensely relieved to be out of school for the day.

*sigh* Oh, Geoffrey. You were just on the cusp of being an actually likable character, and then the power went to your head. Have you forgotten that not only did Sally reject you quite a while ago, so you have absolutely no recourse for being so weirdly protective of her time and space, but that Sonic is literally her childhood best friend whom she prefers to spend most of her time with? At this point you're literally just being a dick for no good reason. I wouldn't be surprised if Sonic has tried to visit her multiple times ever since being confined to Knothole, only to get the same response each time, and afterwards, Geoffrey would just so happen to neglect to mention the attempted visit to Sally. Oh, I'm sure he'd justify it to himself as just making sure she's not distracted from her royal duties, but we all know the real reason why he's continually turning Sonic away like this.

Back in Robotropolis, Eggman has brought Snively out to see Colin, and Snively acts genuinely happy to see his father once again, though we know it's just an act. However, a few blocks away, every Overlander on the street finds themselves scared half to death as a rampaging Kodos, foaming at the mouth and yelling incoherently about losing the sword, bursts from the very pavement below and begins swinging his greataxe wildly. Eggman immediately recognizes Kodos, and dispatches some shadow-bots to chase him out of the city, only furthering his carefully crafted image as a protector of Overlanders against the "furry menace."

Within Knothole, Sonic happens upon Tails' abandoned bookbag in the dirt on his way home, with his internal monologue telling us that he should have recognized something was wrong right away, but at the time only figured he was helping Tails out by retrieving it. He returns home, unenthusiastically replying to his parents' questions about his day at school and skipping out on dinner in favor of lying in bed musing. After a moment's thought, he realizes that he can't stand hanging out in Knothole and doing nothing any longer, and so under cover of darkness he sneaks out, intending to head to Robotropolis to hopefully help the unwittingly-imprisoned Overlanders there.

Basically everything Bunnie ever does only cements her position as one of my favorite Sonic characters of all time, to be honest. Also, I forgot to mention it last issue, but her new outfit is ridiculously cute and suits her super well. She and Sonic make their way to the city and do some aerial reconnaissance, and are stunned at the sight of the Overlanders seemingly peacefully living their lives within the city, unmolested by Eggman's nefarious plans. With no real way to "rescue" the willing citizens of the city, they head back, but on the way happen upon a scene neither of them would have expected in a million years.

Back in Robotropolis, Eggman calls Snively to his HQ, ready to reveal to his nephew finally why he hasn't roboticized everyone in the city yet. He gestures to something offscreen, of which all we can see is a pair of robotic boots, and Snively wipes away a tear of admiration at whatever he's seeing… this can't be good. Meanwhile, Hope goes to bed after her fright last issue, mentioning to her grandma that she saw a robot that looked like an animal, and Agnes reassures her that there's probably a good explanation for it, though she begins to wonder to herself if that's true after all. Within the forest, Sonic and Bunnie leap into action against Kodos, since he seems to be clearly the crazier of the two combatants in front of them. In his rage, Kodos grabs Bunnie and throws her into Sonic, dazing her, and Sonic, with his previous failure to protect the king from injury still fresh in his mind, insists that Bunnie head back to Knothole without him, which she does angrily since she doesn't want to be left out. Sonic tries to use his speed to fight against Kodos, who is still screaming nonsense about the sword, clearly addled out of his mind by something, and when Sonic tries to dodge he falls straight into a web spun by Uma Arachnis herself, becoming stuck and unable to evade Kodos' next axe strike. However, just before he's cleaved in two, Uma leaps in while her enemy is distracted and knocks him cold.

ARE THOSE SPIDER EGGS? Okay, no. No, no, nope, not doing this. I am not prepared to watch Uma Arachnis become the mother to a thousand tiny spider Mobians crawling all over the place. It's just not happening. I'm moving into the next story now. Goodbye.

When Destiny Calls

Writer: Ken Penders Pencils: Ron Lim Colors: Frank Gagliardo

Knuckles is having an extraordinarily bad day. The Chaos Syphon has only accelerated the growth of his powers, and now he finds himself on the floor in the Southern Tundra, overwhelmed by agony. Athair and Tails teleport in, and Tails is horrified to see his friend in pain, darting forward to try to help. However, Knuckles warns him away, and suddenly the image of the Floating Island appears before them.

Tails is transported to the island by Athair, and finds Knuckles inside some kind of facility there, sobbing on the ground and begging for the pain to stop. Honestly, it's painful to watch even as a reader - I know I won't stop going on about how awful Gala-Na is, but this is her fault. Well, I guess technically a lot of it is Locke's fault, but damn, at least he cared to some degree about protecting his son from suffering. Meanwhile Gala-Na was, again I stress, totally ready and willing to abduct and torture a teenager to soothe her own fears about his relation to Dimitri. Tails rushes over to Knuckles, again stating his desire to help, but Knuckles, seemingly not recognizing where he is or who Tails is, punches him square in the jaw before releasing another uncontrolled blast of energy, knocking Tails out. Athair teleports Tails away once again, and brings him straight to the lair of��� Merlin Prower! Hey, remember him? We've only ever seen him a small handful of times, as just a lonely old wizard watching over his nephew from afar, but now he's angered to see Tails unconscious and injured, blaming Athair for what's happened. Athair insists that the world now needs "the Chosen One," because again, remember, that's what Tails apparently is in this universe, but Merlin says that it's not Tails' job to save the echidnas from their own hubris.

Well now! This is an actually interesting tidbit of information here. How exactly have the Ancient Walkers come to the brink of death, since they're essentially deities? I suppose those answers will have to wait…

[topazmaster]

OutOf;;!Science

Oof, I’m gonna be honest here... the newest IDW issue almost killed my muse for Starline (I mostly roleplay him on Twitter and I had to actually take a break yesterday from writing him). I LOVE him with all of my heart but... I just don’t want him to be turned into a Snively 2.0... One of the things that I loved the most from him was his admiration and loyalty towards Eggman, he was different to Eggman’s other lackeys, it was something refreshing to see... and seeing him so disappointed of his idol, hinting that he wanted to betray him... it affected me a bit

But hey! I still can ignore that, right? it’s not like I’m forced to change my muse and make him despise Eggman or be mad at him for something that hasn’t happened in roleplay, besides, it’s not like Starline betrayed Eggman already, we just gotta wait and see what’s next

For now, I’ll try to keep my Starline loyal to Eggman, until something actually happens in roleplay, plus, he haven’t even interacted enough with any Eggman to suddenly be disappointed of him haha---

[vulpinmusings]

Vulpin Muses: OMG WHY, Sonic Movie?!

On the off-chance that anyone is still unaware, the first trailer for the upcoming Sonic disaster Movie released today.

I like to think of myself as the kind of Sonic fan who doesn’t dismiss a new thing until it actually comes out (although I did get close with Sonic ‘06), but gah! This movie looks like a dumpster fire.

Putting aside the stupid stupid design of Sonic, which has already garnered plenty of hate, everything about the trailer just screams “cookie cutter Hollywood” at me.

Title Character, being a non-human, is pretty much a cryptid.  Avoids human contact, instead opting to sneak around stealing random stuff and hoarding it, and only breaks out into full speed when the roads are totally empty.

Token Human Main Character that gets paired up with the Title Character for... audience relatability purposes? Likely to end up getting more screentime because...

Cryptid-status Title Character must be kept hidden from The Military/Scientists/Guys in Charge lest he be subjected to inhumane experiments and exploited.  This means nobody but the Main Human a one or two other allies can be onscreen with Sonic outside of action scenes.

Military brings in clearly-evil specialist to lead the search for the mysterious cryptid-

And that brings me to Mr. Jim “Eggwhites” Carrey.  WHY?!  Everything about him is Why?!  Why cast Jim Carrey?  Why is he dressed all in black instead of primarily red?  Why a Snively Whiplash-style mustache? (I’ll grant that the full Eggman ‘stache probably isn’t feasible, but one of the last shots shows Eggy with something close to how it should be!)  Why, besides standardized plot point, is he working with the military?  Eggman’s an independent operator; he doesn’t contract himself out to anyone. Why did they cast Jim Carrey?!!  His acting style and common character tropes just do not fit Eggman.  He spends far too long mocking that one military guy instead of just taking charge and getting to work.

A lot of shots of people coming into contact with bits of Sonic’s fur and getting a shock from them, implying the movie’s going to try and portray Sonic’s incredible speed as something that could possibly be extracted from him.

Sonic is fast.  He is very fast.  That is his central defining gimmick.  Sonic is not, however, The Flash.  He is not Quicksilver.  He is not so inherently fast that he can shift his perception of the world to the point of effectively freezing time to take out a crap-ton of attack drones while also goofing around as he moves!

N. O. NO I am not seeing this movie.  I am going to do my darned best to ignore commenting on any further trailers or developments because I don’t think it even deserves BAD publicity.

I’m going to see Detective Pikachu.  That is a movie that respects its source material.

[tcthinecwnself-a]

Archie -> IDW Part 3

Not much changes about Cassia’s backstory. She is co-Egg Boss with her older sister in Northamer they serve Dr. Eggman. They joined in hopes of finding a cure for Cassia’s illness. Cassia was able to fight off the Metal Virus longer than anyone on her base. But in the end, chose to stay by her sister’s side and held her as they changed.

Snively was Eggman’s first little sidekick. He admired his uncle a lot when he was younger, but years of emotional and sometimes physical abuse only caused resentment.  Eggman soon shipped Snively off to a faraway station where he wouldn’t bother him anymore. He serves as an Egg Boss, and finds his life boring to say the least. At least Sonic doesn’t bother him as much as his uncle, he wouldn’t be surprised if the Reistance didn’t even know he existed. Oh well. At least he has a lovely girlfriend to chat online with.

[rolling-orb-bot]

NAME: Little Legend (Lola / Barbara) PRONOUNS: she/her/they AGE: is something that I want to keep to myself BIRTHDAY: 20th of July

ETHNICITY: white

TIME ZONE: (GMT+03:00) Moscow STAR SIGN: Cancer MBTI: introvert

MORAL ALIGNMENT:  chaotic good

HOGWARTS HOUSE:  Griffindor (that’s what the test said~~)

[ EXPERIENCE ]

HOW LONG (MONTHS/YEARS?):  5 years? I am not really sure. PLATFORMS YOU’VE USED: vk.com and Tumblr BEST EXPERIENCE: Hmm... Can’t say that there is the ‘best’ one, but the most memorible, that made me want to push forward with role playing was in Gravity Falls fandom when I had a really interesting long thread with human version of Bill as my OC.

[ WRITING  PREFERENCES]

FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT?: I have never tried smut, even thiugh I want to one day. I like angst, but I tend to turn it into fluff quickly. I am working on that and do my best to make those tears flow and hearts break!

PLOTS OR MEMES: Both! I have no preferences here. If my partner wants a plot, they will get a plot!

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: Depends on a thread. If it’s just a joking small talk, one sentence replies are fine. But if we role play seriously and I write long detilised post with lots of effort put into it, while my partner answers me with a short piece of dialog... This feels like an insult to me. That just means that my work and my words are being disrespected. And that is the worst thing my partner can do.

BEST TIME TO WRITE: Anytime! I am always online as much as I can. If I am not, then I am most probably asleep or lost Wi-Fi connection.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S):  Of course! I wouldn’t role play with them otherwise, don’t you think? Orbot is my favourite bad boy in the fandom (second one is Snively). I love level headed sassy characters, who usually stands behing main ones. Supporters, sidekicks and lackeys for the win! Miles is an evil Tails, so I loved him immediatly! And how he controlls everything from behind the scenes... My heart just exploads. Tails Doll is another favourite type of character: a bad boy, who can murder you with no hesitation, but who also can be caring in his own way to someone he trusts to. He is also a pathetic parody on Bill from Gravity Falls. And, of course, Flask. My girl, my creation, my attempt in creating an unusual, character out of normal person with no unusual abilities. I love her like my own daughter and am happy every time she makes a step forward.

TAGGED BY: @orbviously

TAGGING: @theonlyredwolf @hangmouse @badly-portrayed-tails-exe @welcome-to-the-chao-garden

[fighting-acorn]

Disloyalty

Send my muse a word and they’ll tell you something about their past related to that word (Angst Edition).

“We’ve been betrayed a lot. By Sleuth, Fiona, Geoffrey, and even Snively. After so many people betraying us, and having friends like Hamlin doubt us and our abilities, it makes me wonder if we’re even good enough. Am I a good judge of character? Who else will switch allegiances? I might be too trusting...It might be our downfall.”

[robotniiik]

(you know I gotta update my pages man I mean orbot and cubot aren’t even listed as possible muses and neither is snively smh gotta get to w o r k)

[snivel1]

If there's really a God out there, do you think it paints the skies above us?