#“Spazontas.” (HEADCANONS.)

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— SHIPPING INFO Answer the following for your muse so people know how shipping works on your blog.

WHAT IS YOUR OTP FOR YOUR CHARACTER?: Ivo & Sonic [ either Kendall or another Sonic that he gets attached to ].  Christopher/Ivo & Exe [ @godlyhedgehog​​ ]. Ivo & being happy // alternatively, Ivo & being the scum of the earth. Lmao. Really shipping with Ivo will be uuuh, interesting. He’s got a lot of. Issues.

WHAT ARE YOU WILLING TO WRITE WHEN IT COMES TO SHIPPING?: Listen?? Listen. Everything. I love fluff, I love pinning, I enjoy slowburn. I like development. Alternatively I love angst, I am a sucker for trauma. I am alright with writing romantic things ; kissing, making out & the like. Anything heavier than that will have to be more private [ via like discord or some shit ]. Give me dates. Gimme arguments or disagreements. All of it!!

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?: Listen in real life my parents are like 10 years apart so uh, I’ve never been too put off by huge age gaps?? So long as the character isn’t like 60 years younger than the other I’m down for it. Won’t make me uncomfortable at all!!

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?: Yes and no?? I’m open to shipping so long as we’ve threaded or even just talked about it out of character and then done some plotting. I love development happening naturally but I understand that can’t always happen. If I don’t feel like our characters’ll mesh or our writing styles then it’s likely not gonna happen though. I’m just particular in that sense.

HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY ARE CONSIDERED NS/FW?: I’m good with make outs and light petting / frotting ( google it ), anything passed that annnnd off to private messaging we’ll go. We can just infer that it happened and fade to black. I’m down for like suggestive flirting and shit though, too. So yeah. I’m pretty chill in that regard.

WHO ARE OTHER THE CHARACTERS YOU SHIP YOUR CHARACTER WITH?: Sonic, Exe, uuhhh..... I guess whoever else Ivo makes an actual connection with emotionally? He’s demisexual / demiromantic so it’d take him time to want to be with someone in that sense ( unless you’re Sonic or a Sonic alternate theen it happens like. right away lmao ).

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?: I’m open to talking about it ; you don’t need to ask? We just gotta talk, thread, plot or what have you!!

HOW OFTEN DO YOU LIKE TO SHIP?: Listen I am a hopeless romantic despite being socially awkward and not really talking to very many people lmao. Chances are I’ve already viewed interactions as romantic I just haven’t said something cause I’m awkward that way? I never know when people want to ship romantically and I’ve had not so great experiences in the past so it makes me hesitant to voice my opinion.

ARE YOU SHIP OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?: Both of these sound kinda weird?? I love shipping, and it brings me joy. I tend to want to talk about ships a lot and get very excited about them. Does that make me obsessed?? I dunno lmao, I just wanna write what makes me happy man. Lemme live.

ARE YOU MULTISHIP?: Yup!!! Always have been.

WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?: Sonic / Ivo ( or Eggman ),  Sonic / Knuckles ( fucking fight me they’re perfect ), Sonic / Amy ( I’ve warmed to it over the years ), Knuckles / Shadow ( l i s t e n ), Sonic / Chris ( I will die on this damn hill. ), Sonic / Rouge ( I think it’d be neat ). Uuuuh... Can’t think of anything else at the moment!

FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?: Write, write, write. Interactions are key ; I can’t truly say how our characters will mesh until we’ve written them together or talked about them at length. Send in asks! Thread! Kick down my damn door and scream in my face about our characters. Please. I want to know your feelings on it and I’m not exactly the best at picking up on subtleties or cues. If you ship our characters you need to let me know otherwise I’ll be sitting there like an idiot thinking I’m the only one lmao.

Tagged by: Stole it from Ren [ @fortruechaos ]! Tagging: Whoever wants to!

[chaoticonsciousarch]

❛ I meant… How are you holding up? ❜

♛【 CONCERN, FOR ME? REALLY NOW. 】♛

His first– kill. Chris had never, killed another person, before. He had retired to his own room, once they’d all gotten back from the battle field. His gut churned, and he gulped, hiccuped. Tried to swallow. His hands shook, and he hurried before dropping to his knees and hurling into his trash bin.

Chris gripped at the sides of the pail, fingers dug into that material. That stench of bile wafted into his nostrils. His muscles twitched, face contorting. Disgusting…

Not nearly as bad as the smell of that corpse; that human Chris had killed, in order to keep on living himself. In order to make sure that Sonic and the others, weren’t hurt–

He moved, wiped at his mouth with the back of his wrist. Chris leaned against the side of his bed, head lulling some as he stared up at his ceiling. That sound of the door opening; Chris glanced down. Seeing Sonic, oddly, didn’t perk him up as it normally did.

“Buddy. How’s things?”

Chris’ gaze narrowed. His brows furrowed, but he glanced away. Frowned slightly. He hated this; he didn’t want Sonic to see him in such a state. Still, he was grateful. To not be alone.

Chris hated being alone.

Sonic exhaled, ruffled at the side of his head, hesitated. Sonic hesitated, but walked closer, and reached out. His hand gently laid on Chris’ shoulder, squeezed in reassurance. Sonic’s voice was gentle, open, but understanding,

“I meant… How are you holding up?”

His throat tightened. Chris’ lip wobbled, but then he moved; he moved, and pulled Sonic closer to him. Pulled Sonic into a tight, desperate hug. His whole body was shaking, and a low sob cracked from Chris’ lips. Sonic stood a moment, before he hugged Chris back, a gloved hand coming up to push into the back of Chris’ hair, gently stroked,

“I’m here, Chris. I’m here.”

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ATTACHMENT STYLE QUESTIONNAIRE

AVOIDANT

From an early age, you have probably known quite a few let-downs. But you aren’t one to whimper. You present a rather stoic face to the world. If someone lets you down, you are concerned to maintain a dignified facade. You tend not to tell people who’ve disappointed you: what would be the point? 

You like to be on your own a lot, especially when things go wrong. It can feel safer that way. Quite a few things probably weren’t ideal in childhood. You learnt to cope - perhaps a bit too well. Trust doesn’t come easily, strength does.

It can be very hard to change your attachment style, but knowing which one you might have is a vital first step. You might want to start to observe how you quickly shut down when your partner has disappointed you - and how your characteristic response to hurt is not to feel. 

Consider that your independence includes, somewhere, an element of fear. Having a vocabulary with which to discuss our patterns of love can be very helpful. Next time you feel like being completely alone and insist that your partner (who might have hurt you a little emotionally) means nothing to you, think of the concept of avoidance.

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SELF-KNOWLEDGE QUESTIONNAIRE

AUTHORITY

You are good at making decisions; you have a clear sense of what needs to be done and what others should be doing. Played out inside yourself, this tendency drives you to value willpower and self-control. You may be accused of bossiness. But acting on your desire to dissuade, restrain or guide is often appreciated by others – who might secretly like a clear direction, and some firmness.

INDEPENDENCE

You don’t set out to be different for its own sake; you are more easily guided by what interests and moves you. You are more concerned about what is right for you than about the pressure to fit in. In sex you are more aware than others of impulses which are not entirely conventional. You know the value of selective irresponsibility, of forgetting occasionally about being ‘good’.

ORDERLINESS

You love it when everything is neat and tidy: when there is a proper way of doing things, and you can tick things off the to-do list and know where everything is. So others, at times, are to you unbearably sloppy and messy. And you run into things that can’t be ordered (a child, a partner, a colleague at work) which drives you slightly nuts. But your desire for order is a good one when it is focused where it is needed and when you’re okay with a bit of mess.

[chaoticonsciousarch]

♒ If they could choose how to die, how would they want to go?

HORRIFYING HEADCANONS[ Always accepting ; I love these! ]

Ivo would want his death to be as violent & chaotic as possible: he is not one to go into death quietly, nor without fighting. Not a lot can realistically kill him, given his enhanced defences and physical prowess. He’s not even sure if he can die. He’s been stabbed through the chest before and kept on going, among other things. Short of having his head severed from his body, but even then he’s not certain that would kill him.

He longs for death ; has for many, many years now. It’s why he’s so reckless in regards to his own health: he doesn’t care if he dies. Once he gets close to others ( for as much as he’ll allow himself to ), depending on the verse I’m writing him in, only then does he start to care about dying. Because he has others that actually give a shit if he’s alive or not.

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**NOTE: I WROTE THIS INFORMATION BASED UPON CHRISTOPHER AS HE IS IN THE THREAD WITH EXE!! ( SINCE I’VE MOST MUSE FOR HIM RIGHT NOW ). THIS INFORMATION WOULD BE DIFFERENT WERE IT WRITTEN FOR IVO ROBOTNIK!! ( I MAY FILL IT OUT FOR HIM AT A LATER POINT, WHO KNOWS? )

name :  Christopher Ivo Robotnik. alias ( nicknames ) : Chris, Master Christopher, Robotnik, formerly Ivo. gender : Male. age : Chronologically should be 40s or 50s; perpetually appears 34. date of birth :  November 1st. origin of birth:  Mobius. race / species : Unknown ; formerly, human. spoken languages : Japanese, Russian, English, Mobian, ASL. romantic/sexual preference :  Demiromantic demisexual.   occupation : Villain....? hobbies :  research of chaos energy & emeralds, building robots, advancing sciences & astrology, reading, listening to piano & instrumental music, fighting. criminal record : Yes ; vast & lengthy. Has many outstanding warrants for his arrest depending on the universe & zone. Some charges were dropped due to ‘improved behaviour’. disorders :  A whole shit ton ; Christopher has a lot of things he needs to work through. eye colour : Blue ; formerly crimson red. height : 6′7″. scars:  He has scars that litter his palms and hands from battles & various mechanical, ah, malfunctions. One of the reasons he usually wears gloves. He also has scars along his backside and a few along his legs & chest. overweight : No. underweight : No. favourite colours : Silver & Grey ; Red ; Blue. favourite foods : He prefers Italian cuisine or Japanese. A few Russian dishes. had sex : No. had sex in public : No low / average / high sex drive : Low ; pretty much nonexistent. He has more pressing things to think of. boobs or butts : Butts. wants to get married / is married : No. gotten pregnant / had a child : N/A wants a child : No. likes children : No comment. can sing : Yes. can play an instrument : He was forced to learn the violin as a child ; he hasn’t touched one in years but still remembers his lessons. can dance : Yes, he’s very nimble and coordinated. gotten tattoos : No. gotten piercings : No. smoked / drank / done drugs :  He drank, once. Didn’t like it, never touched it again. had a broken heart : Yes. been in love : Yes. a virgin : Yes. a cuddler : Find out. a kisser : Yes. scared easily : Depends ; generally his answer is ‘no’. jealous easily : Yes. hot/cool tempered : Eerily calm, but can snap if pushed. trustworthy : Tries to be. single : Yes. extroverted / introverted: A little of both, but learning towards introversion. in a relationship : No. considered mean : By most? Yes. fears : Failure ; not changing ; losing control ; Exe or Sonic dying. siblings :  Only child. parents : He killed his biological parents ; one of his first acts as Ivo Robotnik. children : None. pet(s) :  None.

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[chaoticonsciousarch]

▌𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 : CHRISTOPHER IVO ROBOTNIK ( or so he says ). ▌𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍 :  single. ▌𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐑 𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 :  extremely high intelligence, chaos abilities. ability to see into multiple realities. ability to manipulate time. extremely high physical strength and endurance. ▌𝐄𝐘𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑 :  black sclera, red eyes. usually hidden behind purple tinted sunglasses. ▌𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑 :  ginger. ▌𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐒 :  all deceased. ▌𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐒 : none. ▌𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 :  everything. except sonic, but even then, at times...? ▌𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐒 / 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒 :  creating chaos, killing people, destroying things. reading. ▌𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 :  Y U P. ▌𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 :  he’s lost count at this point. ▌𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 :  i can’t think of anything. will get back to this. ▌𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒 :  apathy, disassociation, mania, pride. ivo has a LOT of horrible, garbage habits that generally end in people dying or being mentally/emotionally scarred. ▌𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐒 :  himself. no, really. ▌𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 :  LMAO. ▌𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄 / 𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐒 :  not a thought in his mind. ▌𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 :  he dresses fancy; he prefers cloaks, long coats. darker colours. gloves. boots. ivo has a keen eye for fashion, believe it or not. he always wants to be presentable, to look put together. gets people at ease. lowers their guard. ▌𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 :  sonic. ▌𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐒 :  manufactured, fake bullshit to help people feel ‘better’ about themselves. ivo plays his part very, very well. ▌𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊 :  tea. ▌𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐓 : anywhere that sonic is. also usually in abandoned buildings. ▌𝐒𝐖𝐈𝐌 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐀𝐍 :  a lake, probably. if not swimming in it, then just sitting on the waterside. ▌𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄 :   chaotic, apathetic. a horrible piece of garbage, really. ▌𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑𝐒 : both, but he does prefer being outside.

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[chaoticonsciousarch]

what tea is your muse? 🍵

You got: Dandelion Root Tea

People might see you as sensitive and soft, dear dandelion, but despite your unintimidating exterior, you’re tough and resilient to your core. Where other people would give up, you push through and weather whatever shit comes your way. Don’t forget, however, that no matter how scrappy you are, you still do have a sensitive side and don’t need to rely on your grit all the time.

 tagged by: n/a  tagging: @a-wind-of-freedom / @lnfinitc

[chaoticonsciousarch]

BOLD ANY FEARS WHICH APPLY TO YOUR MUSE. ITALICIZE WHAT MAKES THEM UNCOMFORTABLE.

the dark ⋆ fire ⋆  open water ⋆ deep water ⋆ being alone ⋆ crowded spaces ⋆ confined spaces ⋆ change ⋆ failure ⋆  war ⋆  loss of control  ⋆  powerlessness ⋆ prison ⋆  blood ⋆ drowning ⋆ suffocation ⋆  public speaking  ⋆  natural animals ⋆  the supernatural ⋆  heights  ⋆ death/dying ⋆ intimacy  ⋆ rejection ⋆ abandonment ⋆ loss ⋆  the unknown ⋆ the future ⋆ not being good enough ⋆  scary stories  ⋆  speaking to new people ⋆  poverty ⋆ loud noises ⋆  being touched ⋆ forgetting  ⋆ remembering ⋆ loving

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💝 ! 💚 !

MEMORIES ARE SUCH VILE CREATURES

💝- A memory that made them feel loved

“Oi, Chris.” Sonic had wandered over to the fourteen year old, and smiled over at him. Chris had stopped in the middle of setting down some of the supplies he’d brought out from the Freedom Fighters’ storage room: weapons, a few bags for carrying food in case of missions.

“Sonic? What’s up?” Chris turned towards him, and smiled, his hands idly resting in his jeans pockets. He could feel his heart fluttering, at the way Sonic’s smile looked: gentle, warm, caring. Like he looked at Chris as though Chris were worthwhile. Someone that mattered.

“Just wanted t’say: good job today,” The mobian hedgehog rose his hand, gave a thumbs up, then a wink, and a light chuckle, before he clarified, “you’re helpin’ keep us organized y’know?”

“O-Oh. Well. It’s, really not much. I’m just organising the supplies–”

Sonic wandered over, and gingerly pat the middle of Chris’ back. “Hey. Don’t sell yourself short, Chris! C’mon now. That’s a big job, really. Besides, it’ll make it easier for us t’find stuff when we need it.”

Chris exhaled lowly, his gaze narrowed, and he turned then, and wrapped his arms around Sonic, embracing the shorter hedgehog. Sonic tensed for a second, before he chuckled and hugged Christopher back. Chris felt Sonic’s arms squeeze at him, but Chris didn’t move away.

How long had it been, since Chris had hugged someone, and they hadn’t pulled away immediately? When had he last been, held, with such care? Such consideration?…

I love you, those words crossed Chris’ mind, and settled within him quite easily. Perhaps he had known his feelings for Sonic for a while now; but, that settled it. Chris didn’t normally cry, or feel such intense emotions: he wouldn’t let himself. They had a war, and battles, to focus on.

“Chris?…” Sonic muttered, sounding a bit worried for him, but still so patient. Chris cleared his throat and finally let go, stepping back, trying to turn.

Sonic was quick, as always. He caught the tears in Chris’ eyes, and gasped, a hand reached out to grab at Chris’ arm, to stop him from turning.

“Hey. Are you alright?”

“Y-Yeah! I swear, I am. Hah, sorry. I’m just, happy. It might sound silly, but… I haven’t hugged anybody in a long time. And it felt, good.”

Sonic’s expression skewed, thoughtfully, and he nodded, but he kept his gloved hand on Chris’ forearm. Then, Sonic moved and embraced Chris, and Chris tensed up this time.

“S-Sonic….” Chris’ fingers quivered, his gaze narrowing as tears blurred his vision before he moved swiftly to hug Sonic again.

💚- A memory that makes them feel guilty

Chris hurried, exhaling, panting, trying to run from the soldiers that were in pursuit of him. He had come to Mechtropolis in hopes of joining their ranks; in hopes of helping them to see that this fighting against the Mobians and the Freedom Fighters was pointless; useless! Just mindless bloodshed and death!

It had to stop-- it had to stop because Sonic and the others were always nearly dying, and Chris couldn’t stand to see it anymore--!! He didn’t want any more loss.

He had thought that Mechtropolis would hear him out; he had hoped that they would listen to reason, to possible ideas to marry the two factions together. No such luck.

Instead, Chris found himself running away from gunfire, from arrows, from his pursuers. He was in the very heart of one of the Mechtropolis bases, having hoped that he’d be brought to their leader. Chris had studied the layouts of their various bases thanks to blueprints that Tails and Sally had gathered of them.

Though, being chased and panicking did little to help his memory: Chris had gotten himself turned around, at some point. He breathed heavily, glancing every which way. Was it to the right? No! The left-- a left, and then another left, or was it a right? Then straight?

No! No, no!! Chris rushed out, but not into the safety of near the entrance; instead, he ran out towards a rather large clearing in the middle of the base. Like a garden of sorts, or maybe an outside training grounds in the middle of the massive steel structure itself.

Chris spotted some soldiers, having gone a different route in order to close him in. He exhaled, chest ached. He saw it, in the gazes of those men. They had no intent on capturing him alive: Chris had foolishly shown that he knew far too much about Mechtropolis, he was liability to them. A stranger with information that he had no right to have. This was it.

One of the soldiers rushed forward, a katana in hand: some of them had guns, others used more traditional weapons. Chris tensed, doing his best to recollect all the fighting training that Knuckles had given him, that Sonic had helped him with, that Amy had instilled in him. The weapon began to move, but Chris deflected it, managed to disarm the soldier.

He had pushed him back, when bullets came raining towards Christopher. His eyes widened, before they shut, and he stepped back. This was it, he was going to die, how could he have--

Nothing happened, but Chris heard the noise of bullets impacting flesh. He smelt blood rise into the air. A chill rushed along Chris’ skin, and he opened his eyes...

....Sonic-- Sonic was--!! Standing in front of Chris, blood pooled against Sonic’s feet-- Chris stared, wide eyed, pupils dilating from the shock--

No.

More bullets, but Sonic took them. He took them and rushed forward, the blood trailing, and he knocked out the guards, some of them. Chris just stared, unable to move, to look away.

The last of the soldiers were downed, and then Sonic wobbled, before collapsing. Finally able to exhale, Chris rushed over to Sonic, his breathing laboured, quick intakes of air,

“Sonic-- Sonic!!...” Chris scrambled onto his knees, and scooped Sonic off the ground, into Chris’ arms. Chris’ shirt and pant legs were soaked in blood-- Sonic’s blood--

“Chris?... Y’...alright?...”

Chris gaze searched Sonic’s face: he looked pale. Paler than he’d ever: no....

“I.... I....!” Chris was shaking, sucking in air and then exhaling it unevenly. He watched, as the life left Sonic’s gaze. Silence, for a few moments.

A low, coughed sob left Chris then, but he heard noise: the sound of footsteps. Soldiers were running into the scene, having heard the commotion of Sonic’s earlier fight. Chris didn’t feel anything: a strange numbness had overcome him.

He gently laid Sonic down, then grabbed a nearby gun from one of the unconscious soldiers. Standing up, and moving deliberately between Sonic’s body ( not a corpse, not a corpse ), Chris waited.

[chaoticonsciousarch]

who do you ship robotnik with?

LMAO uuuuh???

Y’know what? Hell, it’s 2020. I ship him primarily with Sonic ( either Kendall @chaoticspeed  or alternates, really. Sonic is Sonic, to Ivo. ) but he has the capacity to fall for other mobians as well. Other people too? Ivo’s not the greatest fan of humans, though. Given everything they’ve put him through.

Honestly? So long as you’ve read my rules & understand what you’re getting yourself into when shipping with Ivo. I’m down. It won’t happen right away, this dude has issues & it takes a while to get to know him. Kravitz is a huge sucker for fluff though, and angst. So like? I’m okay with plotting or discussing it!! I normally like it to happen with development buut sometimes that’s okay.

Especially concerning Ivo: it’d take a long time naturally for him to fall for somebody ( Sonic / Sonic alternates notwithstanding since that’s sorta an automatic thing for Ivo ). & I just don’t have that kinda time or patience y’know?

[chaoticonsciousarch]

you mentioned that robotnik hears strange, does he only hear every like third sentence?? is his hearing weird??

Ah, right, should’ve clarified!!

So, it’s not that his hearing is damaged or that he can’t hear: it’s that he hears TOO MUCH, at times.

See, due to BEING ABLE TO SEE EVERY SINGLE MULTIVERSE, whenever Ivo looks into them, he hears ALL OF THEM. So, think of THIS, but happening all at once, hence the sound of what I believe is them ‘overlapping’ one another. Think of that but like, a whole bunch more intense and loud.

Ivo hears that, not constantly. Not anymore. When he first gained that ‘power’ years and years ago, it was overwhelming to him and he could hardly cope. He’s learned how to quell it, for the most part. But when angered or hit with a lot of chaos energy that throws him off balance, he’ll lose control of that and start to hear it. It does tend to give him migraines.

[chaoticonsciousarch]

ivo what happened to your parents?

For a moment, Ivo is quiet. He inhaled briefly through his nostrils, and just stared.

“They have been dead for quite some time.” his response comes then: no hesitation, no thought. In fact, Ivo speaks as casually as one might expect of someone speaking on daily things: weather, grocery shopping, “what an… interesting question.”

A smile quirks onto his lips.