#SONIC WILL ALWAYS HAVE MY HEART BUT METAL SONIC IS ALWAYS IN MY MIND

[wawe-z]

After watching the Sonic OVA, I can see why everyone adores Metal Sonic

[moodlesmain]

What I'm Made Of (Sonic Heroes OST) 🤝 With Me (Sonic and the Black Knight OST): Final boss songs who's lyrics apply almost just as much to Sonic as they do to the villain he's facing

[e-vay]

Hello! I'm a Brazilian fan and I love your work so much! Congratulations on that! I'd like to ask you what's the best Sonamy fanfic you've ever read and what's the best you've ever done in your opinion? It's okay if it's in English and I'm sorry if I wrote something wrong, I'm still not a professional in the language ❤️

I get a lot of fanfic questions so I figured I'd lump them all together here. Also, @blsantos your English is great, please don't apologize :) Honestly, some of the best fanfics I've ever read are sent to me as recommendations anonymously. So please, always send me your recs!

On that note, I want to specifically send 1,000 kisses to the anon above who recommended "I Love You - Come With Me" by @molinaskies

"I Love You - Come With Me" by @molinaskies was one of those stories where I wasn't sure what to expect, but as soon as I started reading it I PHYSICALLY COULD NOT STOP until I finished it. It has not only romantic love but self love. It's healing and cathartic. The author nailed the intricacies of Sonic's and Amy's characters.

"Subliminal" by @maddiebat takes place post-Sonic Frontiers and ahhh it just makes my heart explode. I can see this fic actually happening in canon! It will pull on your heart strings, I guarantee it.

"Late Night Talks" by @luescris takes place during the Metal Virus arc of the IDW comics. I haven't read the comics yet but I was aware of that arc enough for this story to make sense. I loooooove touch-starved themes and this fic really hit it outta the park!

"Birthday Surprise" by Shteph is a BLAST! It's a one-shot but it is filled with tons of great moments and humor and romance. There are scenes in this fic that legitimately gave me butterflies and had me kicking my feet and squealing 🥰

If you haven't read "What Was Stolen" by @beeextraordinary123 you are DEPRIVING YOURSELF! For the love of all that is good, go read it! If you aren't aware of it, it's an AU where Amy is a princess who meets a dashing blue thief 😉 It's full of all the delicious angst you could ever want with tons of romance and fantastic character exploration. I've physically sobbed over this story.

If you're looking for something short and sweet, check out "Late Night Texts" by @paddy-nic. It's one of those stories that gives me second-hand giddyness.

These are just some of the fics that have been on my mind recently and I hope you enjoy them as much as I have! And again, please always send me recommendations. I'm always looking for good sonamy fics. I live and breathe for these cotton-candy dorks.

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As far as my own fics, I write a lot but I don't post much of what I've written. Of the fics I have posted so far, my favorite is Bubbles and Blush. There's no drama, it's just slice of life with pre-established sonamy and LOTS of lovin'. I had a whole lotta fun with that one!

Also for those interested, I am on AO3!

[measlyfurball13]

Oops my hand slipped

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"I worry. You accompany me everywhere. Anything I ask of you, you do so without complaint." Shadow says. "I don't understand. You have the option to leave."

Metal stares. Waits for him to analyze, recognize, and then retract the erroneous statement just as Metal had determined in three-tenths of a second. Organic brains could take longer to do such things, based on prior observations.

"You have a new life. Free to do as you please." Shadow continues.

Metal crosses his arms.

"Do you understand my concern?"

His advanced language processing has suggested a few phrases that are the most statistically likely to follow, and he prefers exactly none of them.

"You can go if you don't want to be here. Live life for yourself. Not just for-"

Metal grabs Shadow's arm, pricking his claws into his black fur with a pressure calculated to pierce his upper epidermis but no further. But Shadow's facial expression does not change. He does not speak anything more.

So, he balls his other hand into a fist and punches Shadow with 2,000 Newtons of force, sending him stumbling backwards into the wall, but not hard enough to fracture the drywall. Damaging their current living space would be inconvenient.

"If that's really what you think of me, then keep going." Shadow hisses.

Metal lowers his fist. How could he have possibly come to that conclusion?

"If I somehow forced you to be here, like how the doctor forced you to-"

He does not wait for his language processing to register the rest of the sentence before he ignites his turbine and lunges for Shadow's throat. They tear a hole through the drywall and land on the gravel outside. Metal tosses him to the ground, ensuring to avoid an angle that would result in any fractured bones.

Shadow scrambles upright, spreading his feet to a stable configuration and curling his fists. A shiver passes through his body, likely a response to a release of adrenaline. He flinches as the wind blows across his fur. Then he stares into Metal's optics.

"What are you waiting for?!"

Metal waits. Watches for any gestural indication of understanding, as cataloged from prior social interactions.

"Are you going to try and kill me or not?"

The simulation runs instantaneously- battle statistics taken from previous encounters calculated into a hypothetical opponent compared against current operating characteristics to quantify the odds of victory.

Shadow has not reciprocated attacks or engaged in defensive moves.

Odds of victory 1:0, the simulation affirms.

And this sends a jolt of something strong enough to overload the LEDs in his optic screen for an entire half a second.

He steps backwards. Again. Again. It's only when he measures the acoustic amplification bouncing back from the walls of the house does he realize that his turbine is still operating. He shuts it off. He turns around and re-enters their dwelling, passes by the corner covered in thin decorative drapes and tiny lights strung up with wires and shelves that are empty but that are there to place any items you gather on your journeys, you understand? Anything you'd like. This is your place too.

Stops. Enters the space. Sits on the cushions on the floor. Finds the remote. Turns on the lights.

Waits.

Shadow enters the dwelling again through the hole in the wall, still breathing short, shallow breaths and maintaining an elevated heartrate. He approaches the drapery, extends a finger forward, and pulls the cloth aside.

He withdraws, and the cloth swings back into place. "I'm sorry. I'll leave you be."

Metal gives a negative ping from his vocalizer before he realizes he'd sent that command. He remembers that he has access to his vocalizer, now.

Shadow peeks through the drapes.

"Stay. Here. Now." Metal signs, his hands snapping.

Shadow enters, the light of the fairy lights sparkling against the whites of his eyes. Shadow has never entered here while the lights were on. Metal snaps a photo and notes to scrub the negative connotation surrounding the circumstance during defragging tonight.

Shadow seats himself on the cushion across. Metal points at him, and pats the cushion next to his frame. He shuffles across the floor but does not lean against his frame. His body remains tense, but his heart rate falls.

"Are you making up your mind?" Shadow asks.

No. A billion strands of data, maybe more, have all interwoven themselves the moment Shadow first alleged the concern. Billions of strands of data; internal, such as memory logs of hours spent together in quiet harmony; external, such as the decorations surrounding them, given with no expectation of payment or even use in return. Untangling the sheer volume of data into mere words created a delay of one minute and thirty-two seconds.

"No," Metal begins. His vocalizer gives a slight crackle.

"No?"

"Any act of service I perform for you is nothing but the highest indication of my free will to remain with you." Metal locks his irises into Shadow's own.

His face contorts into a series of microexpressions, too quick to check against Metal's database and are therefore unreadable. Eventually, he nods. "Good to know."

Metal waits for further elaboration.

"I'm. . . glad." Shadow continues. "That you want to be here."

"Do not doubt again."

"I won't."

For a moment, he wishes to repeat the command, but such an urge is illogical. Shadow has heard and acknowledged it. Repetition is unnecessary.

"I just needed to make sure-"

"Do NOT doubt me again." Metal snaps.

"Alright, I won't mention it."

There's more sentences being formed and dismantled in his processor, half-abandoned phrases, comforts, criticisms, gestures. Requests for confirmation that Shadow understands. Demands for an apology. An apology itself, even. But none follow clearly from the prior conversation or serve the purpose of continuing it.

Shadow slides closer and leans his head on Metal's shoulder.

Metal discards the attempt to formulate a response, and reciprocates the pressure with a slight tilt of his head against his quills.

i honestly kind of despise the notion that second chance metal exists/his only purpose is to benefit shadow, because it strips away all of metal's agency in his decisions and actions. he's chosen to be there. to be by shadow's side and at some capacity a healer is quite literally a turning point in his existence, and something he himself chooses to do, on his own accord, with no outside influence.

at the same time, not even shadow is immune to occasionally worrying that's exactly what's happened, that he's "forced" metal into an obligatory position of never doing or living for himself. but to worry metal's not capable of making his own decisions is to inherently question his validity as a person, isn't it?

how awful would it be, for metal to hear in shadow's dying moments, that all this time shadow's felt guilty and under the assumption metal was never doing what he himself wanted to do?

so they talk about it. repeatedly, if they have to, and this worry (and hypothetical dying-apology) is null and void. but the trend of "being obligated to remain at someone's side" is something the two of them on some level share, even in canon, so that's mostly what this was exploring.

[natalyarose]

𝓚𝓾𝓻𝓽 𝓒𝓸𝓫𝓪𝓲𝓷 - 𝐵𝒾𝓇𝓉𝒽 𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝒜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝓎𝓈𝒾𝓈

warning: very, very long lol

I wanted to create an in depth chart analysis on someone, and it had to be someone famous whose life I knew well. I honestly don't keep up with celebrities much, but the obvious answer to me was Kurt. When I was an angsty, hurting, misunderstood young teenager, he had my whole heart. I came from a very 'pristine' upperclass neighbourhood, yet my home life was a battle ground. In my childhood, I didn't meet a lot of people like me who were also hurting or have been to dark places (or at least, nobody would talk about it), so someone as raw as Kurt & a sound as unapologetic as Nirvana was like an oasis, I felt love. I sort of grew out of the 'obsession' with him as a person, but I still remember the way Nirvana and Kurt's imprint on this Earth made me feel. I was utterly intoxicated. The music, the poetry, the eyes, the passion, the pain of an outcast, the sarcasm, the anger at injustice... magic.

So without further ado, let's delve into Kurt's chart. I'm going to try to talk about the key things I notice. I'll be applying Ernst Wilhelm's Dhruva Galactic Center Ayanamsa (on Astroseek, Galactic Center mid-mula).

Moon in Punarvasu

Let's start with the Moon, typically considered the most intimately personal planet in Vedic Astrology. It actually takes some adjusting for me to see Kurt as a Punarvasu Moon since in Lahiri he is Ardra and I think he's sort've become a 'poster child' for the moody, edgy, destructive nature of Ardra. Even I used him as a prime example of Ardra in a video a few years ago... but I realise now it makes perfect sense. He is still very Rahuvian, which I'll further explain in a bit.

First of all, we're looking at the Sidereal Gemini section of Punarvasu-a brilliant mind, comedic, a writer, a communicator, and as we know a musician. I see Punarvasu's Jupiterian nature in his kindness, gentleness and intense loyalty to his values when it comes to protecting & advocating for the innocent. Kurt was very protective of women and children and despite his 'rockstar' image, was humble and always seeking to use Nirvana's music to advocate for social change. I know this behaviour can be seen as Rahuvian in nature, but I actually think this perception comes from misunderstandings from the Ayanamsa issue. Rahuvians can absolutely take an interest in social/political protest, but often Rahu natives prefer to 'play the game' and find purity and order in the chaos & illusions rather than actively push for expansion (Jupiter) and change.

As seen through various forms of literature & media documenting his life, Kurt had a tendency to look out for & befriend underdogs- a common trait of Jupiterians.

Another thing to note is that Jupiter rules sound. A strong Jupiterian placement gives an extremely powerful sonic presence. Kurt was an amazingly versatile singer, his ability to alternate between soft, melodic vocals & raspy, fierce, powerhouse metal-esque vocals was- is, phenomenal. The emotion and meaning conveyed in his voice is felt vibrantly even when the lyrics are muffled (famously, Nirvana lyrics are hard to understand lol).

The gentle nature of Kurt's Punarvasu Moon really shines through in these photos I love. Not to mention, Punarvasu being the Cat yoni! Kurt adored his cats. He also adored his daughter, in the sadly, short time he spent with her, in interviews and photos taken around the time we get a glimpse of his love and tenderness.

Physically, yes, Kurt has very Rahuvian gorgeous eyes, the 'scruffy' look that's typical of Rahu men, etc. - but look at his chin! Jupiterian natives are easily identified by their prominent chins (Jupiter connecting to the voice places an emphasis on the chin/throat area). Not to mention his hair- Cat yoni Nakshatras often give very sleek, smooth hair like a kitty cat. I know a few Punarvasu men with that kind of hair.

Punarvasu Nakshatra is often connected to imagery of angels. A lot of famous photos of Kurt depict Angel-esque wings in the background. Nirvana's album 'In Utero', depicts the figure of a woman with angelic wings. I see the Punarvasu angelic effect in the way I often see people remarking that Kurt was 'too pure for this world'.

One more distinctly Punarvasu theme I want to mention - Punarvasu's mythology is all about second chances, 'trying again'. Before Nirvana, Kurt started a band called 'Fecal Matter' (lol, wonderful). The band fell apart, but then came Nirvana. It is said that Punarvasu natives always get a 'second chance' or that things come in twos.

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Another much sadder manifestation of this theme: As talked about in 'Kurt Cobain: Montage of Heck', as a teenager Kurt Cobain attempted suicide. He heard a train was coming then went and lay on the tracks. It turned out that the train went on the other track. I guess you could say he got a 'second chance' in a way.

As we know, his life ended through suicide :(

Kurt's Punarvasu Moon sits in his 10th house, considered the house of career, the public eye and ambition. This makes perfect sense and is a very common placement to see in celebrities. With Moon in the 10th house, the emotions and internal nature are on display to the public in some way, which is true for Kurt. The native is radiant and marvelled at in their vulnerability of spirit- the 10th house and MC can be seen as the sky, and when Moon is in the 10th, everyone is looking up at you, enchanted.

His Moon is quite close to Jupiter. Most people would say it's too far to be a conjunction and technically it is, but I have a very open mind when it comes to aspects- especially aspects to the Moon! The faster changing the planet, the more sensitive it is to surrounding planets. I would argue that the Moon can feel influenced by planets close to a whole sign away (I'll have to make a seperate post on this at some point).

Anyway, Jupiter being close to Kurt Cobain's Moon only enhances his Jupiterian qualities. Jupiter on (or near to) the Moon can amplify the intensity of a person's emotions and internal convictions.

Jupiter also relates to spirituality - Kurt explored different religious structures (Christianity, Buddhism, etc.) at various points of his life, which makes makes sense considering his Jupiter ('Guru', spirituality, faith) is in Pushya, a Saturnian (restriction, structure) Nakshatra. Pushya is also known to be the 'birth of sadness' amongst the Nakshatras.

Ascendant in Uttaraphalguni (conjunct Pluto & Uranus)

Of course, in traditional Vedic Astrology the outer planets aren't used, but I incorporate them; especially when they're this prominent in their positioning- Kurt has both Pluto & Uranus very closely conjunct his ascendant, Uranus & ASC forming a 0° orb. While amazing, it is very typical to see this or similar astrological placements in the charts of people who've had a major impact in this world! While the inner planets are more personal, the outer, slower moving planets speak of the masses. Outer planets are generational, showing their influence in major trends and global events.

Kurt having these outer planets so close to his Ascendant speaks to how powerfully influential he has been on our world. He's inspired not one, but now many generations of youth with his image, his legacy.

It is not uncommon for people with Pluto on the Ascendant to become famous for their death which rings true for Kurt. A lot of people who may know not much else about him or Nirvana, know of his death and the tragedy surrounding it. Pluto gives him a natural intensity.

Uranus on the Ascendant speaks to a person who is eccentric, erratic or somehow unusual. 'Alien-like'. Kurt is often praised for his unique, unconventional mind and approach to his artistry. The first house being intimately related to how a person dresses & represents physically, Kurt dressed in many controversial ways, often to make a statement on political issues (wearing dresses for example).

It is no wonder Kurt's ascendant is in Uttaraphalguni, a Sun ruled Nakshatra. Sun ruled Nakshatras are radiant and tend to make natural leaders. He was of course, the frontman or the 'face' of Nirvana. Uttaraphalguni tends to be very good natured, but no-nonsense. Especially in the Virgo section. Uttaraphalguni natives are often kind in my experience, but have little tolerance for lack of efficiency which is true of Kurt, who held his bandmates to a strong standard. This Solar objectivity of knowing what's up to standard and what misses the mark is likely a big reason for Nirvana's huge success! Kurt was known to be somewhat ruthless or at least, very particular in how he wanted things to go in the band. (also a trait we see in Venusian Nakshatras; Kurt having Rahu in Bharani).

Sun Nakshatras tend to bless their natives with a natural sense of ease and comfort. The unapologetic authenticity Sun Nakshatras radiate means it's not uncommon to see these people as pioneers in whatever their field is. Nirvana was a huge catalyst and made a name for themselves in the genre of 'grunge', but Nirvana continues to inspire all kinds of artists to this day.

Kurt having his ascendant in Uttaraphalguni made him a naturally magnetic person to women and men alike. People are extremely drawn to the warmth, loyalty and genuine nature of Solar natives.

Authenticity was a value held in extremely high esteem for Kurt. It was typical for him to do things like, playing songs Nirvana was told they couldn't play, just for the principle of it. While I mention Kurt's exploration of religion earlier, Kurt rejected the Catholic concept of God very strongly. He despised what he saw to be unfounded control over others' being, creativity & sexuality.

Sun Nakshatras are self made: they lead, others' follow/take inspiration.

A very good friend of mine showed me that people with strong Solar influence in their charts photograph very well in black and white because of their energetic radiance (they shine so brightly, they don't need colour to stand out). It also can be attributed to the fact that Sun Nakshatras tend to give strong and sometimes sharp & chiseled features. Another interesting thing is it's not uncommon to see Sun people with natural golden yellow-y streaks through their hair, which is true of Kurt Cobain.

Sun in Shatabisha

Shatabisha is the all seeing eye. It is the Nakshatra pertaining to secrets & the collective unconscious. Shatabisha natives are very tapped into the minds and emotions of the collective. They can be natural born mystics, very hyper aware of 'behind the scenes' or 'under the surface' societal themes.

A lot of Shatabisha natives are extremely cognizant of social & political issues. While I believe it is moreso Jupiter Nakshatras that take on that strong drive to actively make noise and make a change, Rahu is the observer, Rahu sees what is the issue. Hence Shatabisha translating to '100 healers'. Rahuvians will often dress or behave in unusual or eccentric ways, as if to show the world they cannot and will not be placed into a box of any kind. I mentioned earlier Kurt dressing and portraying himself controversially in ways such as wearing dresses, very aligned with Rahuvian nature.

Rahu/Shatabisha's sensitivity and attraction to altered states of perception (the all seeing eye wants to see the world from many angles) means that there is often a natural inclination to explore substances. A lot of Shatabisha natives I've met in real life engage in some form of escapism be it through gaming, drugs, or even sugary foods & energy drinks that give that hit. This is especially the case for Rahu influenced men rather than women, because the slightly more feminine nature of Rahu can feel less natural to men. They may feel they have a harder time dealing with the challenges/expectations related to being a man in society when they are influenced by such a flowy & feminine force. They feel themselves being the observer rather than the 'do-er' and it can cause self-esteem struggles. However, Kurt's other placements (namely, Jupiter & Solar influence especially) helped to give him a natural ability to be more hands on in life.

Of course famously & tragically, Kurt got lost in his addictions and his mental health deteriorated. I'm sure we can't blame the entire tragedy on Shatabisha energies and there's more in his chart we could look into to understand why/how this came to be, but looking broadly at patterns of Rahuvian men, we can understand the theme.

Shatabisha natives have the ablitiy make amazing art; the sheer vastness of their minds and Rahu's receptivity to external influences means that they have a wealth of ability to take in inspiration from others, then transform it into something unique and out of this world!

Every Shatabisha native I've met knows EVERYTHING there is to know about the artists, books, fashion, YouTubers, etc. they are interested in. They often have physical collections, and are very keenly attuned to pop culture (or just media in general). I've met a lot of Shatabisha natives who have a very specific genre/subculture they take interest in and know everything about, yet they still know everything about 'mainstream' culture too. Idk how they know so much lol, but I believe the all seeing eye effect of Shatabisha makes it easy for them to take in that information very efficiently.

We see this incredible art & knowledge of culture in Kurt, who was openly a fanatic of many other artists and referenced who and what he knows time and time again in his music.

Kurt's Shatabisha Sun is in his 6th house, meaning these energies are especially highlighted when it comes to his everyday life, day to day employment, etc. which we know is true seeing as he was a musician.

One of Kurt's first girlfriends used to be the 'breadwinner', and Kurt would stay home and paint or write music.

Also in his 6th house is Mercury in Purvabhadrapada- Mercury rules over the intellect, communication, thoughts. Kurt was known to be very moody and somewhat unpredictable. Purvabhadrapada's symbol is a man with 2 faces, so an unpredictable and dualistic quality can be see in the way he expresses himself. Mental health struggles can definitely be seen with this placement. Being the height of Jupiter, we also see a more aggressive form of Jupiterian challenging of limitations & societal expectations in Purvabhadrapada, which we do see with Kurt.

Uttarabhadrapada 7th House Stellium

Kurt Cobain has Venus, Saturn & Chiron in the 7th house.

The 7th house is the house of marriage, partnerships, business and other people. I learnt that the 7th house is associated with fame, as when you are famous you know a lot of people/are viewed by the people. Also, achieving fame often has more to do with connections, contracts, and partnerships than it does to do with ambition & talent alone. So it makes sense that a famous person would have a strongly lit up 7th house.

Looking at photos of Kurt, I'm noticing how Saturnian he appears- the symmetrical features, 'stern' look. That also can be attributed to him having a prominent Sun Nakshatra which gives a 'stoic' nature, but Saturn really comes through as well. He is also very Saturnian in his rulebreaking tendencies- Saturn Nakshatra men tend to have a strong internal moral code but love to break rules that they don't deem to be rules that are there for a good reason.

At 19, Kurt spray-painted 'God is Gay' and was arrested for it. He did this to irritate homophobic people, homophobia being something he stood strongly against having had a very close friend in school who was gay.

Uttarabhadrapada in particular is an extremely intense Nakshatra. It's related to sacrifice & suffering in the name of providing for the greater good, being the cow yoni (as cows provide milk). It's symbolised by the death bed. This is eerie knowing of his suicide, but beyond that I think it really fits with Kurt's views on fame. He didn't necessarily enjoy being famous or plan to become as big as Nirvana did, but in a way being that famous is sacrificial. The media milked him and his life in whatever way they could as they do with most uber famous people.

The 'suffering', Saturnian starvation and sacrificial themes in Uttarabhadrapada have a natural connection to the story of Jesus, which of course we see Kurt depicting Jesus on the cross in the Heart Shaped Box music video. A beautifully poetic song.

Venus being the planet of beauty, love, art, and femininity, means it is very important to look at in the chart of an artist, and Kurt's Uttarabhadrapada Venus being conjunct Chiron really speaks to how a lot of Nirvana & Kurt's songs speak of pain and suffering. Chiron is 'the wounded healer'- it is said that where your Chiron is can be where you have the power to help or heal others, but struggle yourself.

Of course, Kurt's 7th house Uttarabhadrapada stellium reflects his infamous relationship with his wife Courtney Love, very well. Kurt's ascendant is in sunny, jovial Uttaraphalguni, and many are of the opinion that Courtney or at least, the relationship really dragged Kurt down and wore down his psyche sadly. I don't like to speak too badly of anyone, but a lot of people see Courtney as a huge influence on Kurt's deteriorated physical and mental health. They would exasperate one another's drug issues, both struggling to stay clean even with a baby in the picture.

Courtney is really painted as a villain by many which is very Uttaraphalguni-Uttarabhadrapada axis... Uttaraphalguni is the shining Sun, Uttarabhadrapada is the dark, cold depths of the ocean... also, ice. This perception is rampant, many viewing Courtney as a manipulative 'psycho', some even theorising that Kurt's tragic death may have been a homicide of her doing.

You could even say that Courtney is the Uttarabhadrapada 'sacrificial lamb'; her own reputation taking a drastic hit so that the image of Kurt as blameless for how things ended can live on. Of course, it could be read the other way around in that Kurt was the 'sacrifice' in this relationship. Either way, these energies are present.

These photos of their wedding (famously, Kurt is in his pyjamas lol) in Hawaii are actually very Uttarabhadrapada in nature- the stormy dark weather and the ocean outside. The Sun is feint in the background- perhaps could be interpreted as symbolic of Kurt's Uttarabhadarapada 7th house (of marriage) drowning the light & joy of his Solar ascendant. Not that they had no joy together, but more that together they were headed down this dark path.

Rahu in Bharani/Ketu in Vishakha & Mars in Swati

Being a Shatabisha (Rahu ruled) Sun, Rahu in Kurt's chart becomes extremely significant being a depositor.

Rahu in Bharani is I imagine, at the root of a lot of Kurt's artistic interests. Kurt had a fascination with life & death, life in the womb, & the female anatomy, all Bharani themes. The most obvious example of this being Nirvana's album literally being called 'In Utero'. Also, there is a Nirvana song literally titled 'moist vagina' lol, a personal favourite actually (I find it so sexy & raunchy in an odd way haha)

Another thing that comes to mind is Heart Shaped Box- after Lana Del Rey (Bharani Venus & Rahu) covered it, Courtney Love revealed that the song was about her vagina lol...

Ketu in Vishakha can speak to obsession and drive, Vishakha being 'the Star of Purpose'. This is an extremely strong willed and potentially very artistic placement for Ketu. Vishakha is ruled by Indra, King of the Gods & Agni, the God of fire. Indra ruled over storms and rain. Ketu in Vishakha gives way to very intense emotions and a very powerful drive to create and fulfil what gives the native that sense of purpose. For Kurt, that was his music. I'll note that this means Kurt has a Grand Trine in the three Jupiter Nakshatras -

Moon in Punarvasu, Ketu in Vishakha, Mercury in Purvabhadrapada

A grand trine in a chart can point to someone possessing a unique gift or ability that comes effortlessly to them. As mentioned earlier, Jupiter rules the voice & sound in general. Jupiter rules expansion, growth. The weakness of Jupiter comes with overindulgence, going too far into the deep end. While Saturn willingly goes into the deep end through sacrifice & limitation, Jupiter can drive itself into dark places with its sheer lack of limitation.

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Mars in Swati is at first glance, a very gentle Mars as Swati is ruled by Vayu, God of the Wind. It is not an angry Nakshatra perse, but it can be extremely cutting and 'quick with words' as it is the butcher caste. Of course, Kurt was a poet at heart.

One of Swati's main mythologies (to make it short and sweet) is about a boy who impressed the Gods with his bravery and abilities, and was then blessed with powers. However, the boy was a mischievous child always causing pranks, so for his 'naughtiness' he was then cursed to forget his story & his powers. However, later down the track he was reminded of his powers and his past.

This story highlights Swati's tendency to be extremely self-doubting of their own capabilities. They have 'forgotten' their powers and need to remember. Swati natives really struggle with feeling as though they aren't 'enough' and just like the story, really need people in their life who consistently remind them of their abilities and what they're capable of.

Kurt was known to be very self-deprecating in this way, often doubting his abilities and and despising the way he looked (also something we see with Chiron conjunct Venus).

Swati also gives a playful and childlike nature, often taking an interest in dolls, cartoons and other playful novelty things which is true of Kurt.

IC in Mula, MC in Mrigashira

Lastly, I'm going to briefly talk about Kurt's IC-MC axis.

The IC represents the childhood, home life & inner/private self. Mula is the final Ketuvian Nakshatra, and translates to 'roots'. Mula's primary motivation is truth, getting to the honest root of things regardless of whether it's pretty or not.

Mula for this reason is a Nakshatra associated with destruction, because the truth will often break absolutely destroy the ground of faulty foundations in society.

As the IC, this could represent a situation where in the household, this child acted as the whistle-blower of truth and saw through the family dynamics + were outspoken about what they saw. This rings true of Kurt, he was seen as somewhat of a 'problem child' at home and was outwardly, vocally embarrassed and unhappy with the turbulent family situation.

So at Kurt's core inner self, he valued truth. He would rather an 'ugly' disturbing truth than a beautiful lie.

The MC represents a person's outer persona, the identity and values the person wishes most to present to the world. Mrigashira is the birth of Mars. Mars is the maverick, the rebel, but also the fighter.

I definitely see that society at large had this perception of Kurt that he was this martian, aggressive person in some ways; especially taking the emotion and lyrics put into him & Nirvana's music at face value.

Mrigasira Nakshatra is known for being a 'troll', and Kurt trolled the media a looot. I think of that time in Nirvana when he intentionally butchered Smells Like Teen Spirit. Or him mocking the media's constant gossip about him like in this clip '...dead, pregnant, on heroin... I'm a hermaphrodite as well!' lol.

I'm going to finish this analysis here, this ended up being very long, but I hope it was interesting for someone! It was good practice for me... it also reminded me why I don't do readings anymore lol, I love astrology but... man. This was just the icing on the cake too!

Thankyou for reading ♡

[the-unrelated-theorist]

Some Undertale gamer headcanons:

Someone said that Toriel would be the world Tetris champion, and I'm not sure why, but I agree with that. And not just Tetris, but bubble-poppers, match 3, marble-shooters, all of those kinds of games. She's the new Candy Crush mascot.

I've also seen people say sans would be into rhythm games, and... no. Why would you think he would be into something that takes that much effort? Seriously, come on. What sans is into is farming sim games. He's written dozens of online strategy guides for Stardew Valley, all of them under different pseudonyms.

Papyrus is into online multiplayers. All of them, any genre- Fortnite, Apex Legends, Fall Guys, Elder Scrolls Online, Runescape, you name it. He sucks at all of them, but none of his online friends is willing to tell him how bad he is because he's so darned innocent and nice. Nobody really wants him on their team because he'll always make them fail the mission, but he's so upbeat and uplifting that no one has the heart to tell him they don't want him.

Undyne loves Souls-like and dungeon crawlers, but she struggles with anything that requires stealth, she just doesn't. do. stealth. She says it's stupid to have to sneak up on enemies, she should just be able to barge in with guns or swords or spears blazing in any and all circumstances. Don't ever even suggest Metal Gear to her. Or Breath of the Wild- she rage-quit after the Yiga Clan Hideout quest (although it did leave her with the impression that bananas give you strength in battle, so she now always keeps a bunch of bananas on hand).

Blooky plays solitaire and Mah Jongg, and even those stress them out.

Maddie plays casino and slots games. On an unrelated note, she's always broke.

Mettaton is the rhythm games master. You will not change my mind on this.

Alphys is HEAVY into JRPG's. The more anime it looks, the more she loves it.

Asgore has no idea what a video game is. Well, ok, he has some idea, his kids both played games, but he never could figure them out. He thinks Sonic and Crash are both Mario characters and that Link is a girl- you get the idea. But he did used to play card and board games with Toriel. Especially chess (she totally owned his ass in every match). Ever since Toriel left, he can't bring himself to play chess. He plays checkers a lot, tho. He usually loses (he plays against himself).

Asriel and Chara were into action/adventure games. Asriel's favorite characters were Yoshi and Link, while Chara's favorites were Samus and Shadow the Hedgehog. What? No, I'm not projecting my favorite games onto the Dreemurr kids. What are you talking about?

Frisk has only ever played the hit indie game Undertale. About 500 times. Always Pacifist, they've never even tried a Geno run. They've been thinking about playing that Deltarune game, too, but they kinda wanna wait until the whole thing is released.

[sparkles-rule-4eva]

Hello there, love your blog, it's one of my favourite ones, I had a question... I read a comment that said Amy is no longer interested on Sonic anymore and that this is shown on frontiers, that they will make their own paths and lives, is this true?

Hey, anon! I'm glad you enjoy my blog! 🥰💙

No, no, Amy is definitely still madly in love with Sonic 🤭😁 The main reason she's been acting more tame and not so open about it is really just due to character development/maturity. According to Sega, "she's not [physically] chasing after Sonic anymore, but he's still #1 in her heart!" 💙🩷

Sonic Frontiers actually has a decent amount of Sonamy content, but moreso if you squint. 😁 First of all, it tends to address the situation more from Sonic's end, in his moments of saying romance-coded things like "Wish we were sharing an umbrella, Amy," and "Amy, I should've made up my mind sooner." 🥹

Sonic has always been shy about his feelings and therefore never said anything about said feelings to her, and he's more of an "actions speak louder than words" type of guy, but as she shared her desires to share her love with the world, he worried a little that he may have lost his chance. However, Frontiers also makes clear that his friends' plans to go on their own paths were not permanent. Especially seen in Amy's case when she told Sonic her plans, and Sonic replied, "I'm sure you'll do great. I wanna hear all about it when you get back!" 💙

As a bonus, the Final Horizons update treated us to a bit more Sonamy content as well. 🤩 In a conversation between Amy and Sage, Sage identified Amy as "the one who admires Sonic." Amy, with a bit of her younger behavior slipping out, replied with no shortage of sass, "Oh. And are you a fellow admirer? Hm?" 😂

There were a few conversations between Sonic and Amy, during one of which Sonic tried to tell Amy to take care of herself as well as the Koco. Amy ruefully retorted that she could say the exact same thing back to him. Sonic admitted that she got him there, and confidently stated that they would get through this together.

And of course, after all this, my favorite Sonamy moment of the whole game. After everything was over, his friends were restored, and he reunited with them.

The way Amy laughed and practically launched herself into his arms, Sonic's surprised little "oh!" but the way he welcomed the hug, and kept one arm around her as he high fived Tails and fist bumped Knuckles. 🥰 First of all, it's so obvious Amy had been dying to do that the whole game, and we can imagine it was tough on Sonic to be touch-deprived for an extended period of time once again (after the Metal Virus).

I think the main reason Amy didn't run to hug him when he freed her was because she immediately saw he was somehow struggling and likely didn't want to hurt him. (But then realized she wouldn't have been able to touch him, anyway. 🥲) Although it would've been kinda funny if she HAD tried to hug him and just fell straight through. 😂

I think it's worth noticing that Sonic has had this response to Amy's hugs several times lately. Instead of avoiding them, he lets her hug him and actually puts an arm around her in return. I've got a couple more examples from IDW.

Anyhoo haha, I think I got a little carried away. 😂 I hope this answers your question! Thank you for the ask! 💙

[genesis-quoi]

Everyone please please please do yourself a favor and check out @suzienightsky's Phantom Ruby Illusion Tails AU, I am literally gnawing on the walls it's so good. This recent comic crumpled my brain like a soda can so enjoy this unhinged piece based off of it and its dialogue. ^.^

If you get there before I do, comin for to carry me home~

Stillness shatters against the soothing warble of an old friend.

Shards of sound so desperately sought after skewer him before he thinks better of opening his eyes, and soon after they burn in the blue crackling of electricity that blurs away at the outer corners of his vision like the stars he hadn’t seen in months. 

He wants to wipe his eyes but can’t, for the fear of bringing his electrified restraints close to his face again, of which the last attempt had him seeing things that weren’t there, and left him forever wondering if he’d ever be able to trust them like he once did.  

Tell all our friends I’m comin too~

He ends up weeping openly. This is a voice he trusts, even as everything else fails him. 

“Tails!” He cried, but it’s hollow and hoarse and pathetic how little he had to say now that his days and nights blurred together in the miserable swirl of longing. 

“T-Tails-!” 

His pleas were underscored by the droning buzz of electricity that echoed off the metal and a melody so familiar that everything else gets carried away easily in the gentle fondness that came with it, in and out of the bars of his cell like the call of home. 

A long forgotten and bespoke spark ignites within him, brought to life by Tails’ apparent easiness, in spite of the situation. 

He remembers teaching him that song what felt like a lifetime ago…back when he was barely taller than enough than his legs that he refused to let go of. 

It was a tad silly, he thought in retrospect, though Tails took to it so long as he kept his own promises to be back before the tune was finished. 

As they grew, it fell by the wayside for quite a bit, though the assurances it was meant to symbolize lived on in the ways they always tried to protect each other from situations like these. 

He really shouldn’t be so happy that Tails is putting himself in danger like this, but hearing his voice after nothing but the thrum of machinery and his own screaming was a balm on his aching heart. 

It’s him-it was really-

“Comin for carry me home~”

A silhouette approaches the bars from the darkness, and as it does so, he notices that it glows with that same loathsome tint he can’t escape even in sleep-

It’s just another trick. 

Another illusion meant to torment him-

“Here you are!” It called to him, though he doesn’t turn around. Maybe it will just go away on its own. 

“You were right, you know…things are a lot less scary now.” 

It hums the rest of the chorus sweetly, oblivious to the way each note pulverizes him and he feels mangled like he’s gotten caught within the mundane backdrop of pistons and gears. 

“Who sent you this time?” He snaps before long, and the last note out of its lips sours and shrivels into silence. 

Nevertheless, with a deep sigh that sounded more like static off an old TV than a transfer of air, its next words are no less chipper. 

“You did…didn’t you? You wanted me here-”

“I don’t want ‘you’ here. I want YOU you-the real you-!”

“Sonic, don’t you recognize me? I’m sorry I took so long…really! I tried, honest…but you promised we’d be friends no matter what…didn’t you?” 

Its voice quavers in that heartbreakingly agonizing way it used to, back when he would have to field this question at least twice a day. 

He can’t help himself.

Against his better judgment, he looks up and stares into the slightly damp eyes of the doppelganger parading around in his little brother’s skin, as if it had the audacity to be upset when it couldn’t even be bothered enough to try to be someone he missed.

“It’s me…you still love me, right?”  

The pounding in his head grows as his mind splits itself apart. For once he wondered if it would all stop hurting so much if he just went along with it and gave in because he’s been here eight lifetimes as far as he knows. One of them might as well have a shred of comfort in it, even if he knows it’s all that’s left. 

But the other, more stubborn part angrily refuses to give up, because if he never gets out of here he’d at least have done right by his real little brother, who’s out there somewhere probably moving mountains for him.  

Tails is a fighter. They should be arguing right now about things they already know are implicit, just to hear it out loud again how much they meant to each other. It wasn’t like Tails to cave, to crumble, he just wasn’t that docile toddler anymore. 

And yet…

“If it’s you…the real you…you’d’ve sprung me out of this place already.”

He glares at the faded red phantom of his brother with all the malice he can muster, and while its grin never falters, the rest of its form seems to slowly crack around it.

“What if,” a line splits directly down and fractures from its ear to an eye, “the only way we could be together was if i joined you?”

“No!” 

He tried to be intimidating, but as if his subconscious thought it looked enough like Tails to warrant the innate softening being around him usually did, it sounded less like a demand and more like a blatant plea to get him to stop eating stuff off the ground.

“You’re not real! You aren’t real! You’re just like the rest of them, just go back to where you came from and leave me alone!”

That was supposed to have been the end of it. Maybe he’d disappear after calling him pathetic, or maybe Infinite would appear again, least likely Eggman strolling by to gloat despite his obvious failure to trick him this time…

But nothing happens.

Another growing crack creeps up one of its tails and it looked pained as it watched, cradling it in its hands in a futile attempt to stop it.

“You always said it didn’t matter what I looked like.” While the words are despondent, there’s definitely an off-putting hint of anger buried within it that captures his attention.

“But now that I’m like this…?” It stopped, suddenly trying to hide all the cracks that marred his…its little body like scars in that way that was too uncanny to be replicated-

“I used to think maybe you were just like the rest of them too, y’know. You were supposed to prove me wrong.”

There’s years of pain and sadness compressed into his admission that terrifies him-makes him think that maybe he does have it wrong and Tails is really here-that maybe he’s had unspeakable things done to him too and he’s only making it worse by turning his brother away just because he’s also had parts of himself taken away that would’ve made the choice easier. 

“Wait, Tails-!” He shouted, far too late. It’s gone again, and it’s all his fault he’s got nothing but the shadows to talk to now.

Until he turned back around.

“Hi Sonic!” 

He nearly falls backwards onto the metal in surprise when he hears the high-pitched bleating of a dusty old computer struggling to start up.

“Tails…?”

The kid is behind him now. Inside his cell. 

“Yes?”

And while he should be irritated at having allowed himself to be even momentarily swayed, it-he…still looked far too similar to his little brother to the effect that he doesn’t have the heart or the energy for this anymore. 

“You’re…not really him…” He tried gently, deflated.  

If he was lucky, the phantom would take after the real Tails and understand his approach.

His brother could take his licks and a bomb to the face with pride and come out of it no worse for wear, only to crumble away into nothing every single time his own careful fingers would softly brush against his wounds.

“What do you mean?” The phantom illusion of Tails beams and it stands in stark, unsettling contrast to the darkness that surrounds them, like he doesn’t understand and doesn’t want to. 

“Of course I’m him!”

He appears to be completely indifferent to the way his voice distorts around the lie. 

“I missed you more than anything-!” The phantom grabs at his hands and the electric cuffs sear into his skin at the agitation the static brings.

It felt like pins and needles everywhere else, and not in a normal way he gets to laugh it off when it’s convenient. 

It’s chilling. And terrifying in a way he can’t explain.

“Sonic…?” Tails seems hurt that he pulled away, and tries toward him a second time as if to redeem himself. “It’s me…remember…? It’s okay to be scared, but…it’s just me…”

“No…” His heart races and he can’t hear himself thinking…normally this wouldn’t be a problem for him if he could just get away but there’s nowhere to run and he can’t, even if there was-

“It’s just me…let me help you-”

The phantom bounds towards him with outstretched arms and the world starts to close in and everything bleeds red…everything, from the walls to the bars to the stars that aren’t there to the streaks running down the phantom’s cheeks-

“Please…?” 

He tries to steady himself on the metal that jutted from the wall, but as soon as he sits he’s crashed into atop the makeshift bed and what felt like a current of lightning erupts through his entire body as the illusion engulfs him in an embrace that’s something akin to running face first into an electric fence. 

His thoughts dissolve quickly into a loud screaming chorus of pain and discomfort as the phantom sensation of his little brother burrowing into him continues. 

Much as it hurts he missed it so much he’d burn forever if it meant he never forgot what it was like.

The illusion’s words become little more than a steady thrum that reverberate through him and remind him that he’s still alive. 

“You’d never replace me, right? You promised you’d stay, always. I’m here now. Everything is going to be okay again…” 

He doesn’t remember losing consciousness, yet he comes to so pleasantly he’d been momentarily thankful that it was all a dream.

But the only thing that illuminates his thoughts in the darkness is a persistent glow, reflections of things that were never there lending credence to his loneliness…

And a song he knew all the words to, once. 

Sometimes I’m up, sometimes I’m down~

The phantom illusion kicks his small legs off the side of the bunk to keep time, smiling broadly in a way that made him queasy when he’d noticed he was alert again.

Comin for to carry me home~

His song punctuates itself midway through with a series of light-hearted giggles as if they were around a campfire, either unaware or unbothered completely by the sight of the oppressive prison they were confined to. 

“I waited for you!”  

There’s a deep gouge in his face, just below one of his cheeks that keeps him from grinning any wider. 

“...why…?” It’s all his addled mind can produce. 

Tails’ eyes flitted to the ceiling, almost as if wistful despite the grimy nothingness of the view he’d picked over time and time again out of boredom.

“You’re gonna be here forever,” he nearly whispers, and despite the severity of the statement it’s laden with no emotion whatsoever, “that’s why I’m here…to keep you company.”

The phantom of his little brother continues to hum softly as he stares, admiring the cracks in the darkened corners of the cell. 

Now he’s more than annoyed…he’s scared beyond anything that his nightmares were finally becoming reality the less defined reality became. 

He’d watched Tails die too many times for this to be the new normal. 

Who’s idea was this? It’s far too ‘potentially altruistic’ a plan to have been Eggman’s design, and Infinite usually tormented him in other ways…maybe he’s finally lost it in here. 

While he certainly doesn’t plan on being here forever, he absolutely prefers the company over nothing, though not necessarily all of his alternatives. 

For all he knows, it’s already been forever. 

And if this is all that’s left, then…

Maybe he would hang onto home just a little longer. 

[chaoflaka]

Sonic movie spoilers:

- I like that they do a different approach on Shadow’s origin by having him not be artificially created. Instead, he has sort of a Superman origin where he was found by the humans from within a space meteorite. Where he comes from is a mystery even to him, so this tell me the movie franchise are open to maybe doing a Black Doom arc one day. And I dig for it 👍

- This also means Gerald is not Shadow’s creator. More so kind of leading the project on analyzing Shadow’s powers and the benefits it can have. Maria didn’t seem to have a terminal illness as far as we know. Just happen to just be hanging out at the lab.

- The way Shadow and Maria start to bond with each. It is SO. DAMN. CUTE. Shadow Ofcourse starts off being cautious and skeptical about Maria coming in to meet him. But Maria’s innocent plays helps him bond with her. I also love that Maria would find every way she can to give Shadow the most typical kind of childhood experiences he can possibly can by having him ditch being tested on and just being. Well. A “kid”.

- before anyone criticizes how Maria’s death, please note that this movie is PG. Maria dying from a gunshot is possibly the closest thing the writers could get to making the backstory as accurate as possible. So really, I don’t really care. The tragedy of Maria, along with Shadow and Gerald’s grief still greatly hits home.

- I like how despite Gerald and Shadow sharing the same goal throughout most of the movie, Shadow is shown to be more sympathetic than the professor. With Shadow, one scene, questioning Gerald with this is what Maria truly wanted. Gerald’s vengeance has fully consumed him to the point where he manipulates the people close to him. And would do anything in his power to make sure the vengeance he has is fulfilled, even if it kills him.

Not gonna lie, the part where Gerald tells Eggman, his grandson, “You are not Maria” is a huge oof in the heart.

- So Eggman just not giving a care in the world after seeing his grandfather instantly disintegrate in front of him makes Gerald’s death much more humorous than expected.

- Man sometimes I both hate and love it when fans are right about something bad happening to someone. Talking about the fact Shadow unintentionally punches Tom to near death.

- And that’s where we get Sonic’s reaction to it by becoming Shadow. Seeing Sonic get so angry to the point where he uses his super form for vengeance is honestly the scariest part of the entire movie. We never see Sonic get consumed by this kind of anger, so it makes the situation between him and shadow all the more serious.

- I had a feeling they were gonna play Live and Learn. I mean, they played it in the trailers. So they had all rights to play it in the movie too. But the movie is good at reminding us that we’re watching the Sonic Movie Universe. Not Sonic Adventure. Have Super Sonic and Shadow being badass while Live and Learn is playing and suddenly cut to Gerald spanking away at Eggman’s butt.

Makes me surprise that didn’t turn up to be one of my weird dream sequences after all. XD

- everyone cheered when Eggman accidentally “pisses” on the moon.

-The ending with Team Sonic having their wholesome moment once the whole ordeal is over will always stick to my mind.

- oh neat! Hi Metal Sonic and Amy Rose. I had a feeling you would show up. Didn’t feel the same hype I did with Shadow, but still pretty hype to see them in the next movie.

[moderator-monnie]

artwork by @sonicexelle-junkary/ @weirdozjunkary

Silver had finally confronted the monster that had caused so much damage across his home city. Hospitals', schools', churches', and homes' were all destroyed. He had heard the rumors about who was doing it.

But he couldn't believe them. Sonic was dead, so how could it be him? He was a fool, and he knew that now, though at the same time his thoughts had truth about this thing, it wasn't Sonic; at least he didn't want to believe it was; it was simply a computer program gone rouge.

This is the first time he's seen this thing up close, and Silver was filled with rage knowing this thing had used his friend's face to perpetrate so many heinous deeds, not only his face but his voice and his mannerisms that smiled—the smile he had grown so fond of.

Silver stayed calm, though he wouldn't let his feelings get the better of him. He took a deep breath and stood in front of Hologram, who was just smiling at him. The smile was eerie and cold.

"Why?..."

That was all Silver could ask as he stared at the monster in front of him.

Hologram soon let out a hearty laugh before striking a snarky pose and faded away before suddenly appearing right in front of Silver for a moment.

"Why? Because they destroyed my legacy Silver, I was once a hero, and now? I'm a product placement and advertising thing I would never endorse. Even sweat shops use my likeness. 

They don't see me for what I was; they see me as an advertising ploy, a way to use my likeness to make all these greedy people money, and I'm sick of it!"

Silver scoffed and waved his hand to disrupt the hologram's body; this made Hologram disappear and appear a few feet away from the other hedgehog, annoyed.

"You're not Sonic, because Sonic would never do this; the Sonic I know fights injustice; if anything, you're just a cheap copy that even Metal Sonic pulls off better."

Hologram turned red and grew in size before shouting loudly with a more robotic-sounding voice that was a bit distorted.

"I'M NOTHING LIKE METAL SONIC, I DON'T JUST THINK I'M SONIC, I KNOW I AM THE REAL SONIC, I'M NOT JUST A FUCKING UNTHINKING MACHINE, I HAVE MY MIND, I HAVE MY LOOKS, PERSONALITY, MEMORIES, EMOTIONS!"

Silver took a step back with a worried look on his face, but still had visible disgust and a hint of pity.

"One day you will realize your wrong... Hologram, but I'll humor you for now, 'Sonic' if you really were him, you'd snap out of it by now and realize what your doing is wrong."

"If you want to prove your 'Sonic' then please just stop; there is a better way of going about this! No one else has to die! I already had to accept your death once. Sure, I can visit you in the past if I want. 

But I've seen you buried, and I can't bring myself to hurt you, even if you're not really him. Please prove you're still a hero and stand down. Think about the damage you've done. Just STOP!"

Hologram's face darkened; it disappeared completely as he thought about Silver's words. If he had a working heart, it would be beating right now. He questioned himself for a moment but soon stopped as a red glow appeared where one of his eyes should be.

"I'm sorry, Silver; I'm afraid I can't do that."

And before Silver could respond, he noticed something: he didn't see Techie with Hologram.

"Where is Kaboo-?"

An explosion was heard off in the distance, and loud screaming could be heard along with a large smoke cloud filling the sky. Silver turned around to look at it in utter awe and horror.

Hologram appeared right behind Silver, the red glow completely covering the other hedgehog as he whispered, "Go on, 'hero' save the day; you always told me you wanted to be a hero like me, so prove it and go die like one too."

Silver had tears fall down his face as he heard Hologram say this, and he turned around in an attempt to punch him, forgetting he was intangible, and he shouted loudly. "SHUT THE HELL UP, FAKER!"

Hologram just looked at him with that iconic smug smirk he had always seen Sonic look at Eggman with and responded one last time.

"Heh, well, I gotta skedaddle, old buddy, but I'll see you again later; this hedgehog's got a busy day napping ahead of him. Good luck, buddy! I believe in you." 

And like the smug bastard he was, he blew a kiss at Silver and winked before disappearing as quickly as he appeared.

Silver's heart skipped a beat for a moment, but he soon shook his head and wiped tears from his eye before heading towards the city in an attempt to save what lives he could from whatever this imposter did. 

While Techie and Hologram escaped the crime scene before he could get there, this wasn't the last encounter they'd have, but Silver knew that he needed to stop Hologram at any cost, feelings be damned.

[mama-qwerty]

Drained Chaos

Based on an idea @mcfanely and I chatted about.

It’s short and another of my “no real idea what the bigger plot is, but this scene popped into the ol’ noggin and wouldn’t leave” dealies.

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The fight was going well.

Sonic and crew had been chasing a gang of weasels around the city, after getting a tip they were stealing technology for Eggman. Why Eggman needed other technology when he could just as easily create his own was a question they’d yet to answer, but that was something for another time. They’d cornered the weasels in a warehouse, half-empty with crates of unused goods.

They’d split up, and each focused on one of the Eggman lackeys. Knuckles could hear the whirring of Sonic’s spindashes, and the hard poundings of Amy’s hammer. Tails was overhead, using his altitude to rain destruction down. The kid loved to dish out some well-deserved justice.

Knuckles himself dealt with a particularly brawny weasel, and the two seemed well matched. The echidna did not pull from his chaos reserves, what would have given him access to his full power for his blows, instead electing to keep his strength closer to his opponent’s. He hadn’t had a fight this satisfying in a while.

As the two sparred, trading blows and over-confident quips, something began to pull at Knuckles’ mind. A warning. Something was wrong.

It suddenly occurred to him that his opponent didn’t seem to be trying all that hard to overpower him. In fact, he seemed to be . . . almost herding him to the far end of the warehouse. Away from his friends. Where there were more crates stacked, the perfect place for--

Two more weasels stepped from the shadows, one holding a thick metal collar in his hands.

An ambush.

Knuckles cursed his lax in focus, and dug deep to pull chaos energy to the surface. But before he could get more than his fist raised, his large opponent got a solid blow in on the echidna’s nose. There was pain, and stars flooded his vision, right before something cold and hard and heavy clamped around his neck.

Uttering a strangled cry, Knuckles reached up to rip the collar off, when it activated. He froze, his stomach dropping, his heart racing. The world swam as he felt a strong pull, and the chaos energy he’d always felt inside—that warm, comforting feeling that swirled within him since he hatched, giving him strength and focus—suddenly drained away. He gasped, nearly choking on the way his body lurched forward.

He couldn’t focus. Couldn’t concentrate. The world around him felt fuzzy and dull and unreal.

He felt like he was underwater, but his lungs still pulled in air. His body still moved, although slower and without conviction. He was vaguely aware of movement around him, someone talking. The sounds floated over him, never finding purchase.

Was he still here? Everything felt so far away. Disconnected. He blinked, his normally deep violet eyes faded to a light lilac. He fell to his knees, suddenly too weak to stand on his own.

Knuckles the Echidna was being drained of every last bit of chaos energy he possessed.

“Knux!”

The cry floated over him, and he blinked up to see Sonic hurl himself at the remaining weasels. Tails and Amy were hot on his heels, and the three quickly formed a protective ring around the downed echidna.

“Get that thing off him!” Sonic called to Tails, his face pulled in an angry snarl. “Ames and I will take care of these bozos.”

“I’m on it!”

As Sonic and Amy tussled with the weasels, the little fox spun and pulled a screwdriver from the pouch on his belt to fiddle with the collar around Knuckles’ neck. The second his tool touched the metal, however, sharp spines shot out of the inside of the collar, piercing the echidna’s neck. Knuckles cried out in pain, the sound loud and sharp.

Tails backed off immediately, holding his hands up and away from the device. After a few more seconds, the spines retreated back into the collar, leaving Knuckles panting on the ground.

“I can’t touch it!” the fox called, voice full of frustration. “It’ll hurt Knuckles!”

“Great,” Sonic grumbled, before grabbing on of the nearest weasels by the jacket. “Get that off him, NOW!”

The weasel sneered, uttering a little chuckle. “No can do. The only one who can remove it is Dr. Eggman. He’s got plans for that musclehead.”

Before Sonic could say anything else, the weasel in his fists pulled a detonator from his pocket and pushed the button. The entire back half of the warehouse exploded outward, giving Eggman’s henchmen a chance to escape. The hedgehog zipped next to Knuckles to be sure they wouldn’t take him with them, and shielded the echidna with his body to protect him from falling debris.

The four friends stumbled out of the destroyed warehouse, coughing and hacking at the smoke in the air. Amy and Sonic supported Knuckles as they escaped to the fresh air of the outside, and Tails hovered before the echidna with a worried expression.

“We need to get him to my workshop,” he said, his hands curled to his chest. “I don’t know what that collar’s doing to him, but he’s looking really bad.”

Knuckles was in no shape to argue. His limbs felt simultaneously heavy and numb, his mind a fog. He couldn’t stand. Couldn’t speak. Couldn’t comprehend the words said around him. It was as if his entire being, everything that made him him, was gone.

The echidna hung between his friends, as they hurried toward Tails’ workshop.

~X~X~X~

An hour later, Tails looked between the monitor and his Miles Electric. He’d run every test he felt safe enough to do so, and the results weren’t promising.

“So what’s going on?” Sonic asked. He leaned against the wall, arms crossed. “What is that thing and can you remove it?”

Tails shook his head. “I don’t know, and I don’t think so. Everytime I tried to touch it, even to just examine it, it exhibited some sort of ‘deterrent’ by hurting Knuckles. I don’t dare even get near it at this point.”

They looked to the echidna, lying on the table in the middle of the room. His breathing was short and shallow, and his fur looked as though it had paled. He’d fallen unconscious on the way over, and now lay limp and motionless.

“What’s it doing to him?” Amy asked, her voice soft. She reached toward Knuckles, gently brushing her hand over his.

Tails sighed, flicking through a few screens on his Miles Electric. “Near as I can tell, it’s acting as some sort of capacitor. It’s draining the chaos energy stored in him. Storing it away. There’s a faint radio signal coming from it, which I assume is Eggman keeping tabs on him. But as for why?” He shook his head. “I don’t know.”

“Eggman’s always trying to find the chaos emeralds to use as power sources,” Sonic said, his muzzle wrinkled in disgust. “Why not go after them? Why do this to Knux?”

The fox kit rubbed his chin. “Knuckles has a special connection to the Master Emerald. And I’ve taken readings on him in the past that show he possesses more chaos energy than anyone, except when you go Super, Sonic. Maybe . . . maybe Eggman is using him as a conduit? Kind of a living battery.”

They all turned to look at Knuckles then, and an unspoken thought passed between them.

He didn’t look like the ‘living’ part of that description was going to apply much longer.

“So what do we do?” Sonic asked, moving closer and planting his hands on his hips. “How do we get that thing off him? It’s gonna bleed him dry and then . . .” He turned away hands curled into fists. “What do we do, Tails?”

“Maybe we should take him back to Angel Island?” Amy suggested, her hands clasped before her chest. “Maybe his connection to the Master Emerald will help.”

Tails shook his head. “His connection to the Master Emerald is exactly why we can’t take him near it.”

She furrowed her brow. “Why? What do you mean?”

The fox kit held up a finger before reaching to the unlock the lead-shielded cabinet against the far wall. Then he pulled out a black gem. Holding it up, he nodded toward it. “Because this is what he did to a red chaos emerald.”

Amy and Sonic stood and stared at the gem in Tails’ hand. The only time an emerald turned black is when every bit of chaos energy was sucked out of it.

“Knuckles did that?” Sonic asked, moving closer to take the gem into his own hands. It felt heavier without its energy. “How?”

“When I discovered his chaos energy was being drained, I thought introducing more might help stabilize him. But the moment I brought this close, he just kinda . . . pulled the emerald’s energy to him, and it went straight into the collar.” He took the dead emerald back. “I think taking him close to the Master Emerald would be a very bad idea.”

Silence settled over the workspace then, and all three looked at the failing echidna on the table.

~X~X~X~

Knuckles’ consciousness floated. Adrift in the swirling currents of chaos.

He felt the pull of chaos, that constant, ever-present flow he’d felt since he hatched. But there was another pull, one that felt unnatural, as if trying to redirect the current of a river. It tugged at him, pulling that warm, comfortable chaos away.

Floating. Pushed and pulled without direction. He couldn’t understand what was happening. He wanted to call out, to reach for the Master Emerald, to ask it to help him get himself back under control.

But the more he reached for it, the more it pulled away. It was afraid of him. Afraid for him. And a part of him, some small part that still understood, pulled himself back, too. If they connected now, disaster would befall all of Mobius.

And so Knuckles faded. The unnatural pull continuing its thievery of his chaos energy, his very life force. And he allowed it to happen, severing his connection to the Master Emerald in a last act of his duty as its guardian. He vowed to keep it safe. And that included safe from him.

~~~

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[catiecat1320]

New fic! For @eggseabutter (sorry for tagging you again)

Eggdad propaganda! It’s a 5+1 fic

Sometimes you find family in the most unexpected of places. You know what they say— keep your friends close, and your enemies closer.

Read Below 🔽

Dr. Ivo Robotnik was bored. Very bored.

But esteemed doctor, you ask, how does one such as you get bored? There’s still a world to conquer!

You see, conquest is only so entertaining. It’s no fun if there isn’t someone trying to stop you, is it? The terror of villagers tends to get tiring after a while, especially when they simply run and hide at his approach.

He mulled over his problem as he flew around aimlessly, having been testing his new aircraft. It’d definitely make things more interesting if there was someone to help out the other side. His evilness was exceeding his own expectations. There was too much of an imbalance.

He needed an enemy. An archenemy! Someone who was heroic and kind and brave and whatever they say heroes are like. Someone who’d be fun to mess with, someone who’d pose a challenge. Yes, yes. He just had to find someone. 

Where was the only question…

A sharp scream, abruptly cut short, startled Robotnik out of his musing, causing him to pout. He looked around to find an unusual sight— a gaggle of kids, not older than twelve, had… what’s the word… ganged up on a little blue hedgehog and were carrying him, each one gripping a squirming limb, to somewhere undetermined.

Peculiar. It didn’t look very friendly to him, but maybe this was something children did now?

The doctor watched the strange procession, because why not. The kids hadn’t noticed him at all— at least, that’s what he thought… until the victim of this happening suddenly stared up at him with wide emerald eyes; terrified, pleading. 

Robotnik was taken back by the direct eye contact, but he didn’t have the time to think about it. Nor did the boy, who peeled his gaze away with a strangled whimper. Right then, the older children stopped at their destination. Before he realized what was happening, the band tossed the hedgehog over the side of the cliff, leaving him only enough time to cry out before a loud splash announced his plunge into water, probably a lake, eliciting a cheer from the bullies above.

Something surged within the doctor right then— anger, perhaps. Heart over mind, he fired a few shots from his aircraft, scattering the mean bunch, before diving downward to check on the hedgehog.

He was not faring well. It was clear at once that little blue couldn’t swim, yet was making a pathetic attempt at it, splashing frantically and taking in enough water to rival a sinking ship. 

That angry feeling grew stronger.

What kind of children would do something like this? Condemn another to what could very well be death?

A metal claw extended and caught the boy by the scruff, quelling his struggle, and pulled him back up to where the bullies stood just moments prior. As soon as he was let go, the hedgehog squirmed and coughed up water violently, gasping. 

Robotnik hopped to the ground and knelt beside him, awkwardly patting between his back quills as the events that had transpired sank in (pun not intended). Oh Chaos, this is weird, he thought. What am I doing? 

He wasn’t supposed to save people. That’s what heroes do. And he was a villain.

To make himself feel less uncomfortable, the doctor began to talk. He’d always been good at that. “You know, kid, you need to stand up for yourself. Get a weapon or something. Fight back” he rambled, and an image of the little hedgehog carting around a blaster made itself known in his mind’s eye, causing him to snort. “Okay, maybe a blaster’s a little extra. That’d definitely scare them off, though. It’d be funny to watch. Or— Ooo, maybe you could set up a trap. That’d be fun. Pit traps, net traps, cage traps, bear traps… the possibilities are endless! They step in the wrong place and BAM! Problem solved.”

The hedgehog peered at him curiously, emerald eyes tinged with what was probably horror, and Robotnik realized that he’d gone off on a tangent again. Oops. “Ahem. Uh, just something to think about.” He hoisted himself back up into his aircraft, settling comfortably. 

Meeting the gaze of the wide-eyed boy as he lifted off the ground, Robotnik spoke in a hushed tone. “If anyone asks you, this whole saving-your-butt thing”— he waves his hand for extra effect— “never happened. Got it?”

The hedgehog blinked, then offered him a small grin in response, giving a playful salute as the doctor flew off, engine sputtering faintly.

And if anyone saw him smile at that gesture— no, you didn’t.

[true-blue-sonic]

I find it kinda sad how some of the fandom will characterize Silver as all "Whiney" and "annoying" because he was implied to cry once and she'd the slightest amount of tears in the comics (old comics) and it's just sad bc silver has so much more character then that. I think that's why I like your writing so much, because you give him more then just dorky kid and whiney child guy y'know? (Sorry if that got a bit rambling and stuff lol)

I figure that ties in into the massive mischaracterisation Silver suffers from basically all sides of his character, but where his 'babyfication' runs most rampant, in my personal opinion. Furthermore, for me him seemingly crying at the end of his storymode in '06 nicely ties into that overall plot point of the game, and makes for something meaningful and interesting to analyse. The whole idea is that the person containing Iblis may never cry, lest their tears call forth his flames. Silver never cries in the game no matter how frustrated he gets with his never-ending battle against Iblis or when he loses Amy as a friend or when Elise dies.... but then he loses Blaze, the one person he thought would always be with him and who he would never want to take on the burden he was going to inflict on himself, and that is what makes him cry. I cannot put exactly into words why I find it so meaningful, but I feel that they wouldn't have put in the sight of him wiping at his eyes for no reason considering how much crying played a central role in the game. And as for the The Silver Saga issue where he cries too, his friends were basically dying because at that moment he wasn't strong enough to defeat the Second Devourer. I can forgive him crying then, since he gets a second wind moments after.

So yeah, people seem to cherry-pick only certain moments that display Silver's personality, and then use that to determine that the whole of his character is like that. Silver is far more multifaceted than either an innocent naive uwu baby or a brooding murder machine; he's got touches of both, but that both is very important. Not one or the other, just... Silver, basically. Polite and friendly to the people close to him, a heart of gold, self-sacrificial, and with the best intentions for the world, but brusque and rude while on a mission, smug and overconfident, absolutely ruthless when he feels it is necessary even in situations where cooperation and just talking would get him to his goal much faster, displaying the occasional black-and-white thinking and tunnel vision, and not allowing himself much time for sad emotions. And yet in the Rivals games, he can absolutely be polite, tries to indicate to the other characters what might be going on, and multiple times calls to talk to "Eggman" first before getting roped into a fight anyway. So generally he's not baby who bursts into tears if you look at him funny and would never ever hurt a fly (seriously, I really wonder how the heck people get that perception of him?? The things I see sometimes are mind-blowing in how bafflingly ooc they are), nor is he excessively violent, unreasonable, and brooding (traits I would say are much more ascribable to a character like Shadow or Metal Sonic). What traits he displays most seem highly dependent on the state of the world and whether or not he is on a mission and has support from his friends.

Though, what I furthermore thinks also leads to people finding Silver more whiny is the fact that he got quite a young, inexperienced voice from Pete Capella. Quinton Flynn does it a bit better imo (he's my favourite Silver voice actor), but Bryce Papenbrook goes right back and makes him sound younger and a lot more cocky (to the point where in TSR I occasionally felt like I was listening to an even cockier Sonic than to Silver). But if you asked someone to listen to all three of those and then to Daisuke Ono, I think no-one will be able to tell the Japanese voice is for the same character, haha! In Japanese Silver's got very deep, serious voice whereas in English he sounded/sounds far more childish and rude, and that might also contribute to the perception of him being annoying and childish and ✨uwu cinnamon roll✨. So yeah, overall Silver suffers from massive ooc-ness and mischaracterisation, and it, well, sucks. It doesn't help that he was basically HATED during his first five years of existence until Generations salvaged his boss battle. I do not think it is a bad time to be a Silver fan, people seem to like him a lot more these days, but I do wish they'd take a less flanderised view of him sometimes, haha!

[galactic-star-bruiser]

Protected, pt.3

X: picks up after princess!reader was accosted by the man her parents set up for her to marry.

Part 1, Part 2, Masterlist

tags : @angel-with-a-heart @art2emily

“Princess...princess” a voice called after me as I walked briskly to my parents ship.

My father? No. My mother? No.

 A hired bodyguard cared more if I was okay.

“Listen, thank you for protecting me, I know its your job or whatever, but-“

“But what? Would you have rather me let him continue?”

“No... no thats not what I’m saying.” I sighed and turned to face him in the entrance of the large ship, moon light gleaming off his armor. “I just... I felt so helpless.”

“Well thats why your parents hired me, to help and keep you protected-“

“You don’t get it” I snapped, instantly feeling guilty for it and averting my gaze. 

I walked to my quarters and sat on the edge of my bed, head in my hands as sobs racked my body. 

“Princess...” a modulated voice rang out in a gentle tone. The mandalorian stood in the doorway of my bedroom, not daring to walk in uninvited. 

“Please” I begged through sobs, “I really don’t want to talk right now.”

With that he turned and walked back out to where we were sat earlier. 

Regret consumed me and any comfort he brought faded. 

I laid back on my small ship bunk, eyes blurry with tears as I stared at the metal ceiling that felt like it was closing in on me. 

I have always had men on my trail, unwanted advances and hungry eyes following me...but this was different. Cillian felt as though he had a right, at least the other men would cower under a cold glare or a sharp rejection.  He pushed and just took what he wanted.... I didn’t want to believe his words, that we were to marry, but how could I not after the strange way my father introduced us?

I groaned and rolled over, sounds of the Mandalorian’s fist colliding with Cillian’s face swarmed my mind. 

thwap. 

I wished that it was my fist. I wished that I was the one protecting myself. 

Maybe I really was just a spoiled little princess who didn’t know how to save herself

Three knocks on a metal door before it slid open.

“Princess?” questioned a stoic voice.

“I... I just wanted to apologize for snapping at you, it-“

“It’s okay. I understand.”

I shook my head and smiled at my shoes, “you don’t, but thats okay. I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that, you were just doing your job.”

“Is there anything else you need?” His voice was colder than before, a professional sound. 

“No” I mumbled before walking back to my quarters and falling into a restless sleep. 

///////////////////////////////////////////////

I woke to sounds of cutlery tapping on ceramic plates and the smell of caf.

I realized I had fallen asleep in last nights gown and I could still feel that mans fingers digging into my sides. 

It made me feel sick to my stomach. 

I turned the small knobs in the ‘fresher, water bursting to life. I was grateful for the older ship we had, sonic showers just never felt the same as boiling water flowing against my skin.

I got lost in the steam and my thoughts. I winced when I brushed the bruises left on my hips, and I winced at thoughts of marriage.

It seems I was so lost in thought that I didn’t hear heavy footsteps on the tiled floor outside of the shower.

“Princess...” An almost choked voice rang out. 

I covered my body as quickly as I could, grabbing the towel I had left for myself. 

“What are you doing?!” I screamed at the armored man who was avoiding eye contact in the clouded room. 

“I- I’m sorry... your parents, they needed you and I couldn’t, um-“ he stammered out. 

It was almost amusing seeing him this way. 

I sighed, “just get out, I’ll be there in a minute.”

I couldn’t help how red my face was, even after stepping out from the heat of the water.

“Mother, father... mandalorian” I greeted cooly, sitting at my place at the table. 

“Look who finally decided to join us” chirped my mother. 

Do parents only know one phrase?

I smiled half heartedly and watched as a man who worked for us served me a cup of Caf.

My thanks to the man were greeted with scoffs from my father who deemed those who worked for us as lower beings. I just glared, as if he needed to give me another reason to. 

“Married, huh?” I commented matter of factly.

My father choked, surprised by my question. He laughed, “Cillian’s father was meant to keep that under wraps, guess it’s too late now though. They are a good family, good reputation-“

“Yeah” I scoffed, “good at abusing women.”

The mandalorians grip on the table hardened at my father words but loosened after my comeback. Interesting. 

My father tutted, boiling my emotions down to stupid, young, behavior.

“What do you have to say about this, Mother ” I spat.

“Well dear, I- I think it’s a good idea. Good for strengthening our line.”

“So you’re happy with me marrying a creep? You saw the state in which he was left after last night. Are you even going to ask why?”

“Well, I-“

“No.... Of course you weren’t. If you must know,” I stood up to lift my tunic and show the bruising, “the man you chose gave me these beauties.”

My parents just looked down, pretending to not see something they didn’t like. Like always. 

The armored man stood up almost too quickly, damn near flipping the table. With a quiet apology he turned and stormed off, stiff backed and helmeted head straight. 

The grip I had on my mug almost caused breakage, but the rage I had for my parents was all too familiar. How could I even be surprised by this? They’ve been grooming me for this ever since I was born. 

With one last swig, I stood up from the table without a word. 

“Your chair...” My father commented.

“What, oh-.” I hadn’t pushed in my chair. “Cmon, don’t try to play parent now.”

With that I walked off onto the planet we were stationed at, green and lush. 

Endor.

I went to turn right for a better view and once again was inches from colliding with a beskar chest plate. 

“You have got to stop doing that, dude” I said with a small, slightly annoyed laugh.

“My apologies, princess. I was just following after I saw you leave the ship, just doing my-“

“Youre job, I know.” I laughed, “Sorry, you’ll have a boring day of following me around then...I was just going to go explore.”

“Are you sure that’s the best idea? Exploring a planet you don’t know?”

I scoffed, “good thing I have a bodyguard then, huh?”

Without thinking, I grabbed his gloved hand and dragged him into the wilderness. 

To my surprise, he never tried to let go. 

“Where are we going?” He asked, his modulated voice hinting at a gentler side of him I had never really seen. 

“I don’t know, just somewhere... away” I responded, looking up at him as I dragged his large frame behind me.

A rustle of leaves left me embraced in large arms, my back to his chest and my breath hitched. 

“Its okay, mando” I whispered, a smile playing on my lips,“just an animal”

“Din.” He replied.

“Din?”

“My name, you can call me Din. Din Djarin.”

He could’ve let go immediately, his firm grip loosened, but he held me for an extra beat.

[synamartia]

❖ Call me Syn, Syna, or Raina, or whatever comes to mind when you think of me~ ( be nice, there ain't none of that negativity here ! ) I'll also respond to Smut Santa / Saint Dickolaus! 😉

❖ I'm 29, about to be 30. I'm afab and use female pronouns. Happy mama of 2 beautiful babes~ They come first before anything else, so if I don't get back to you in a timely manner or like... at all... that's why. Or maybe I just don't like you. ( nahhh that's not it ... ? )

❖ Previously went by Taqsyq, but after YEARS of being out of the writing game and just off of tumblr in general, I've decided to start over fresh. I started Taqsyq when I was like sixteen or seventeen, still in my nerdy emo girl phase fuck I still am, and there is a shit ton of things that I just wanna run away from when it comes to that blog/username, including some very bad memories that I'm not going to discuss publicly. Plus, again: seventeen, nerdy emo girl phase. Everything I wrote on that blog was the highest form of OOC cringe like you just saw a stripper accidentally slam her hoo-ha on a pole bullshit for me. The only reason I'm not deleting it is because I'm a memory hoarder and despite all the bad, I want to keep it for all the good that happened there as well. Besides, it's the account that I ran imagine-reborn (an imagines blog for Katekyo Hitman Reborn) under and I figured, if nothing else, I could get a few laughs and maybe even learn a thing or two from how god-awful teenage me was at writing.

❖ My rules are simple. Be kind to all: this is a safe zone for EVERYONE. I would like to keep it that way. I don't have a list for what I will and will not write (yet), so all I can tell you is: ask. My inbox is always open. If I don't feel comfortable writing something, I'll let you know!

❖ Minors: as of right now, I don't think I'll be posting anything that is safe for your consumption, so I would very much appreciate it if you did not interact. If you are not a minor and do not have an age indicator, this rule applies to you as well. I check my follower list daily and I WILL block anyone that does not adhere to this rule.

❖ Requests: Closed ( not for long. I promise ;D )

❖ Currently, I only write for Hazbin Hotel. But I'm open for discussion on anything else on my list down below! I'm always looking for something new to watch/read, so if you have any recommendations, fire away!

❖ Series ; Current Hyperfixation: Hazbin Hotel

Anime : Naruto ; InuYasha ; Death Note ; Bleach ; Hellsing ; Soul Eater ; Fruits Basket ; D.Gray-Man [ Original / Hallow ] ; Kuroshitsuji ; Katekyo Hitman Reborn ; Ao No Exorcist ; Yu Yu Hakusho ; Full Metal Alchemist ; One Piece* ; Shingeki No Kyojin ; Kimetsu No Yaiba ; Jujutsu Kaisen**

* Still trying to catch up. This is a massive anime, and I've spent the better half of this past year trying to watch it all. I've made it to the Raid on Onigashima, the part where Yamato got his bracelets removed. Love him, by the way! <3

** Nanaminnnn~! I am not okay about anything with this man. <3

Manga / Manhwa : Everything mentioned above ; Noblesse ; Bloody Cross ; Area D

TV : Hazbin Hotel ; Helluva Boss ; Game Of Thrones ; Vikings ; Avatar: The Last Airbender ; The Legend Of Korra ; Supernatural

Books : A Song Of Ice & Fire ; Twilight Saga why did teenage me think it was the greatest series ever shoot me now fucking christ

Video Games : Final Fantasy Series + Individual Prequels, Sequels, Movies, Remakes* [ 7 / 9 / 10 / 13 / 15** ] ; Tales Of Series [ Legendia / Zestiria / Berseria / Arise ] ; Devil May Cry Series ; Kingdom Hearts Series*** ; Star Ocean Series [ Till The End Of Time / The Divine Force ] ; The Legend Of Zelda [ A Link To The Past ] ; Sonic Series ; Spyro Series ; Shining Force Series [ 1 / 2 ] ; Lufia Series [ Fortress Of Doom / Rise Of The Sinistrals ] ; Diablo 3 ; Lunar [ Silver Star Story Complete ] ; Infinite Undiscovery ; to be updated as I remember / play.

* So far, I've only played the first installment of Final Fantasy 7 Remake because I currently do not own a PS5, but I'm working on it. The Compilation of Final Fantasy 7 is my absolute favorite series of all time. I could watch Advent Children ( original and complete ) on repeat, and I've played the original release so many times that I don't even need a guide to get a 100% on a brand new save ( Obsessed much? Yup ). I'm a completionist at heart, and this game is amazing and it provides a massive sense of nostalgia for me.

** SLIGHT SPOILER (maybe? You've been warned) Another amazing installment in the Final Fantasy series, this game is so well written in my opinion. It stays away from the bigger cliches you see in most RPGs ( eg : the guy gets the girl, friendship is the key to saving the world, etc. ), the characters are so individually complex, the villain technically wins and reminds you how easy it would be for you to become the same type of monster. Plus badass women that fix your car, lights up entire cities, wakes up the fucking Gods to fight on your side, takes the entire mercenary army they led and defects to your side? IN HEELS? YES PLEASE. It has one of the best enemy turned ally characters in the FF series; I'm just disappointed we didn't get to see much of Aranea after everything in Tenebrae. Also Ardyn has some serious daddy vibes, and I would literally give my left tit just to lick Aranea's boot ( oh, the things I would do to these two, phew~ ).

*** Let's be real here. The Kingdom Hearts Series makes zero sense if you didn't play all of them and you didn't pay attention to each and every detail, and I did neither. I played 2 and 3 when they originally came out, but in my defense: it doesn't look like a series that follows a singular story, something that I did not know at the time, and usually the series I play have an entirely different story per installment ( eg : Final Fantasy and Tales Of ). I tried to piece together the story from online synopses and second hand game play ( I watched someone else play ), and it just didn't work out. So, suffice to say, my knowledge of Kingdom Hearts goes about as far as basic facts regarding Organization XIII because they were my whole reason for trying the games in the first place. I'm still open to discussion about it, though! Just keep in mind my side will be very limited. Sorry!

To Be Read / Watched / Played : Phantasy Star Series ; Final Fantasy Series [ 1-6 / 8 / 11-12 / 14 / 16 ] ; Diablo 4 ; Black Clover ; Hell's Paradise ; Fairy Tale ; The Seven Deadly Sins ; My Hero Academia

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[bluebunnyears-08]

Mr. Archive Guy, back again with another writing prompt idea!  

This basic idea’s kind of simple, but all things considered, I think it’s one you’ll get a REAL kick out of writing, Bluebunnyears.

I call it: “See Ya, Buddy.”

So it’s that fateful moment in Episode 2 where Sonic is about to be killed by the Chaos Council’s machine.  The hedgehog looks over sadly at Nine and says what could’ve been his real last words: “See Ya, Buddy.”  

What I’d like you to write is Nine’s POV narrative of THAT MOMENT.  What specific feelings came into Nine’s heart when he thought Sonic was about to be killed?  What specific thoughts played through his mind when Sonic the Hedgehog’s presence in his life took on a whole new level of significance and worth? (And don't be afraid to go into detail!)

Narrating that part of Episode 2 entirely from Nine’s POV, start from a point shortly before Sonic says the words “See You, Buddy”, and end at the point where Nine frees Sonic and says, “Okay, hedgehog, you’re up!”  

Have fun!   (As always, I’m really looking forward to seeing this one on “Archive Of Our Own!”)

Hello again! I've actually been wanting to see what Nine's perspective of this was, and I have a couple of ideas in my head.

And thank you! I will have fun!

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This was it.

It was over for both of them. Nine's shackles felt heavier at the thought, and he could practically feel the electricity from the stun guns latch onto his fur and bring more pain. But he was more focused on the struggling blue hedgehog in front of him, held by electric pulses of shackles of his own, the red beam of the energy extractor getting closer and closer.

Sonic was beginning to panic even more as it did so, having been rudely cut off by those monsters. The machine was getting closer, ready to cut the urchin's life short just to give more power to cruel dictators, and Nine couldn't look away.

He didn't know why, this was an awful thing, nobody would want to watch someone die like that, but he couldn't look away even knowing that it was a twisted curiosity of his own and a sense of hypnosis, one he couldn't break.

The hedgehog was going on and on about his "friends", thanking random people, but it didn't matter to the dictators.

They just wanted power.

The beam was set up now, and Sonic's face fell with dread, and Nine felt a strange feeling wash over him. Something uncomfortable and somewhat panicked and sad, something he didn't know what to call it.

Guilt? He had nothing to be guilty about, they were captured because the blue idiot decided to go out from cover. And he didn't have any reason to be ashamed.

Maybe it was fear, not for the hedgehog, he hardly knew him, but it was that he was going to be next on the chopping block.

Sonic suddenly turned to him, eyes filled with panic and sadness, but also some kind of concern.

That's when the blue blur spoke his true last words, words Nine never expected.

Words Nine never thought he'd ever hear.

"See ya, buddy."

And everything went in slow motion.

Nine felt that horrible feeling come over tenfold, his jaw-dropping. That wasn't what he was expecting. He was expecting pleas for help or mercy, not a silent admission of his incoming death alongside such an affectionate term.

'Buddy'

Nobody's ever called him that before. Nobody's ever treated him with such kindness before. Nobody's ever touched him with a caring and soft touch, it was more kicks, hits, and pulling. Nobody's ever looked at him with anything other than disgust or unexplained hate.

No...

This hedgehog told him of another life he could've had.

No...

This hedgehog gave him warmth and care, things he craved more than anything. Who can give him that, now it was going to end?

No!

There was a sudden movement, and the extractor was quickly turned away. Nine felt a sense of relief, looking up to see one of the resistance leaders, a bat.

The Council and hunk of metal were distracted by the fight, so Nine took his chance. He got to the computer and put his skills to the easy test, getting those cuffs off.

His eye caught the sight of the now rolling wheel that the hedgehog was stuck in, so he directed his attention to freeing the now dazed hedgehog.

Once he did, he called out to the urchin now trying to stand.

"Okay hedgehog, you're up!"