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[chaosworthy]

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↳ @afracturedexistence asked: 42 If invited to a TED Talk, what topic would they present on? What would the title of their presentation be?

Honestly for Arrow would be something revolving around music and its therapeutic qualities, plus all his firsthand experiences with it. He's a strong believer in the fact that music can heal. But, of course, he would have to make his title punny. Like 'a Trebled Man' or something.

On a similar note Mina would also do something about music but more so on the 'coming togetherness' of it all. Basically, her experiences in seeing people from all walks of life come together to enjoy this one, harmonious thing. And her title would be far more to the point, something like 'Music and Us.'

[emeraldtied]

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↳ @afracturedexistence asked: 💡Do you get ideas from reading meta/headcanons/bios, or do those only pop up as you write?; 👾 Is knowing a fandom more comfortable when RPing, or do you prefer knowing muns? (Overall.) Do you try new things, or get into new fandoms?

Answered here! And here~!

[asktheevilgeniusesson]

The eyes that met the unknown being were glowing a faint yellow&blue in the darkness of the forest. A bright red iris surrounding such a unique eyeshape where the mobians eye colors meshed together. Yellow and light blues meshing together in the pupil like mixing paints halfway on a canvas. With afew dots of the other color making their way into the other space. That was only for one eye though. The mask, grey and metallic, blacked out the other eye. But nonetheless their eyes met almost instantly. And the mobians pupil slits in defense and surprise. Whipping to face this possible threat, its.. a jackal, with a brightly colored red ruby literally stitched into his chest, comfortably snuggled around his chestfur. And he didnt seem too pleased to be dealing with such a sudden visitor he didnt recognize.

“You.”

The jackals voice booms from the mask, the mouth of it opens to show bared-ack snarling jaws.

“Im not sure who you are, but if you came for a fight, i’m dying to sink my jaws into some sap-suckered wannabe hero.”

The foliage obstructed his view, for now, of whoever this was. And it was obvious, infinite wasn’t taking chances letting his guard down as his tail whipped side to side in an aggressive display.

@asktheevilgeniusesson

Even from his vantage point way up in the sky, Mephiles couldn’t deduce what was on the ground emitting so much energy, a unique energy that he was quite keen to know more about despite its proximity to… well, he wasn’t sure — some sort of establishment. Military, perhaps? He wasn’t sure.

Uneasy, he tilted downward. The forest that surrounded the area was perfect to dive into, hiding his approach from all but the keenest. A few flaps of his wings and he placed his feet on the ground, coming to a stop. He hadn’t even finished standing upright when he looked past the trees and found another set of eyes and froze.

[shxdesofchaos]

@afracturedexistence liked for a starter!

Shadow was the wary type. He always had been and would be. Sure, he'd been trusting before... too trusting, really. Black Doom had proved that much, as had everyone who had tugged him around and made his internal conflict and general identity crisis after finding all the Shadow Androids worse instead of just immediately explaining that he'd been found after he'd sacrificed himself to stop the Biolizard as well as the ARK and plummeted to Earth afterwards.

He'd seen the underbelly of humanity and had chosen to protect the world not because of it but in spite of it. The underbelly of humanity was not the majority of humans. Everyone on this planet he resided on deserved a chance to be happy. Just as Maria had wanted and asked of him. He had done his best to keep to that promise, but in truth, he didn't do much in the way of saving the world. The blue hedgehog was often the one doing that, as annoying as that was.

He was often more towards the background. Sure... he'd gotten... closure? Of a sort, when the Time Eater, as he'd later found out, had broken time and he'd had to take down Black Doom again, but he had also learned more about himself and his alien DNA than he really had ever wanted to know. Had seen Maria and Gerald again. Even if he couldn't help prevent the events that had led to everything again... it had been an actual way to say goodbye to both of them in a way that had been denied that fateful day on the ARK.

So, coming across someone, he didn't immediately recognize who he could sense was quite strong...

His quills frizzed up, stiffening as they stood on end and the fur at his chest even puffed out. Instantly wary and feeling very... strange? As they both felt and yet we're definitely not familiar to him, crimson eyes blinked and narrowed a little as his hands reflexively lifted, and he crossed his arms instead of using any of his Chaos abilities.

Even he knew using them on some random stranger unprovoked was a stupid idea. His ears pricked and faced Mephiles. He couldn't tell what they were doing...

His head tilted, moving to walk around and see.

"...What are you doing?" Shadow kept his voice carefully neutral, if wary and curious.

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     {➹} – IT WAS UP TO MEPHILES to decide if the hedgehog staring at him was doing so because he was honestly wary of the other (given how the dark had an odd way of throwing ‘affection’ his way) or simply didn’t know what to say after such a long absence. Or what he could only assume was a long absence. The multiverse was funny that way, what had been three years for the hero could have been any length of time for Mephiles.

     Regardless, if the dark looked hard, they would have undoubtedly seen some joy in that emerald gaze. Despite everything, Arrow had missed the other. 

     “Mephiles...”

[theislandkeeper]

10. What was the hardest lesson they had to learn as they got older? - maybe something more recent?

[ backstory ] ;; accepting

     That some things just have to happen and no amount of trying is going to stop them. He knew this but it was really thrown back in his face during Robotnik’s last attack and the appearance of Chaos. He and the other heroes tried their best to keep damage and casualties to a minimum but that didn’t work out as well as they wanted. No matter how hard they tried it seemed that Robotnik was always one step ahead of them until the doctor died. And then they couldn’t stop Chaos from causing more disorder. 

     So I guess he learned some things have to happen and that he just has to accept them and move on. 

[amberthief]

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Send a 🎯 to learn a random headcanon I have for my muse

Despite the fact that she probably should be a bit concerned for her hair at the very least, Rebecca doesn’t give a single damn about crawling through the sewers and air vents.

The same surprisingly doesn’t go for when she’s actually working on repairs, she ties her hair back with a strong, blue ribbon so it doesn’t get in her face or get set on fire while she uses a welder or similar.

[dyadhogsarchive]

           now there was a familiar face. it was a face neither hedgehog had seen in a while but a friendly one all the same. even if they hadn’t gotten to know each other that well the last time they had met, there was no reason that couldn’t change today, right?

           “you’re...mephiles, right?” amy sounded fairly sure that was right and smiled warmly at the taller being while her partner managed a much more casual wave. “what brings you back around here?”

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[projectlightfox]

Dog Salad: What kind of food do they enjoy that other people typically find disgusting or questionable?

Undertale Headcanons:

Volt has occasionally grossed out a friend or two when he takes a piece of raw meat and will eat it. Sometimes he’s not even aware he did it until the taste hits his tongue and he hears the ‘disturbed’ sounds next to him.

Bugs...

[the-twinventors]

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“... you’re strange.” Jayce’s head was just tilted to the side. “... nice, but strange. Can’t quite put my finger on why.”

“I wanna get to know you better.” Stella smiled. “You seem pretty interesting, and I think you’d be a great friend to have.”

[chaosworthy]

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↳ @afracturedexistence asked: 💓

{➹} – "UM..." SOMEWHERE IN the back of his head the hero could have swore that there had been a talk about personal space with a certain deity at some point. In some other part? He had a feeling Mephiles hadn't cared even if they had. There were many things the hedgehog wanted to say, but none of them seemed to want to come out in that moment.

Namely because someone had taken it upon themself to press against the hero's chest and, frankly, it had frozen him in place. He hadn't even gotten to utter a word after seeing the deity but Mephiles either had incredible observation or this was the oddest greeting the hedgehog had ever been a part of.

Maybe it was both...

"Hello again. 'M fine, by the way..."

[tentaplenty]

There was a enticement to jump out of the water. To break the surface and merely swallow the odd thing staring back at her. Another temptation fought for the sake of curiosity. A part of her was even thankful for that as she watched the thing leap closer to the water. It was far from normal.

It was no creature she had ever seen before, yes. But she wanted to know more about it. Little did she know, the creature was thinking the very same thing about her.

It was the curiosity in the air, the mutual feeling of it all, that made her swim towards the stranger. Idiotic, maybe, but if the other did decide to attack it wouldn't have been the first time she had been shot at or otherwise assailed.

It was actually pretty common for her. Especially in today's age of fearing the unknown.

Fortunately, those same people usually learned it wasn't always better to shoot first.

This time around however she was at least a little more subtle with slipping her head out of the water, just enough that she could articulate without it being muffled by the water.

"Has no one told you staring is rude?"

There was a voice in his head that said Just fucking jump in at it. He ignored this voice.

Instead, a careful eye watched as… something… moved about just under the water’s surface, distending it. Then came visual confirmation, his eyes picking up something that he could not discern the nature of.

It would be very easy to leave. An intelligent choice, even. Just a quick flap of his wings and he could be rid of whatever this was. It was intended to be a day – or few – of relaxation. Now… now he was curious.

There were so many routes of forward operation to choose from: he could go fly above the water and risk spooking the thing; the same risk was run for throwing anything into the water. But what if he didn’t throw it?

Further out into the water was a submerged boulder. He leapt to it, wetting his feet and tail tip. From there he lowered into a crouch, eyeing the water suspiciously. He still wanted a drink, but that would preferably come without getting his face ripped off by something.

[chaosworthyarchive]

   {➹} – “I’M PRETTY SURE that’s just how he says ‘hello’ these days...” 

[perfectdownpour]

((Catching up on Meph & Harks thread like

Anger water boi not gonna be happy with the welcoming committee...

...or their “in your absence” report.))

[goldentelepath]

🔍 for something you look for on other’s blogs

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((Aside from the essential rule and about page, I will read further along the blog posts. I take that time to see more of how they thread, extra character headcannons, what kind of OOC posts there are.

I can tell ye, that I can’t help but smile ear to ear when I see mun that gushes and nerds out in their OOC posts about their muses. Seeing muns that are passionate about their muses and enjoying their own stories and headcannons is a pleasant, and something I more than welcome on my dash.

However, If I see tons of recent posts that involve participating in drama,  callout posts, vaguing others, then… I will be hesitant…))

[shxdesofchaos]

"I think I may have been misunderstood, slightly." Umbra replied after a moment, "I figured you haven't gotten a nickname for other variants of your own face..."

Glancing back over as he watched the little wiggle of a stretch, Umbra attempted to imitate the motion, which ended in Umbra feeling something give and pop and he gave a rather undignified sounding squeak at the sensation before impulsively covering his mouth. It hadn't exactly hurt, but the sensation itself had been startling for him since he hadn't exactly attempted a movement like that before, even the previous time he had gotten these.

"I was asking more if, given you said there are many names for your species... if there was one particular of those titles for your species that you are particularly fond of." He clarified the question just slightly, looking a little disgruntled as he settled back down, though the tips of his ears and up high and near the bottoms of his eyes on his muzzle were tinged a bit gold and green not unlike how a blush would spread.

"I apologize if my initial way of phrasing it was less clear. I'm... aware that most either are given or choose their own form of a zone name. I go with mine as it's still Shadow. Just... within the confines of a different, much older form of language." Umbra paused, "I'm considered... a hybrid. Hedgehog and Black Arms DNA both. Possibly more, but with how deteriorated some of Gerald's notes were, and some of them being outright missing, I'll never know for sure if the professor used more than just hedgehog and black arms DNA to create me."

The concept of nicknames was not unknown to him, yet it mildly surprised Mephiles to hear that the one before him had taken up one, specifically for the nature of it. It made sense; when there were so many zone-hoppers among the timelines and dimensions, of course they would decide they needed a way to tell each other apart more clearly, and what better way to do that than by designating oneself as something more individual?

Not that Mephiles didn’t still think it somewhat silly. They were all — in this case — Shadow, a Shadow, and a name did not change that. It did not change the shared histories and futures that so many shared.

He had seen individuals think their new nicknames granted them protection from their true natures. Mephiles was not so easily swayed.

Yet he considered the other’s given nickname briefly, though greatly. If not calling him Shadow by the tongue of the now, it could be done in another time’s tongue and sound different enough to most individuals to pass by their mind’s filter. Mephiles thought this amusing, though not enough to point it out. Not yet, anyway.

A little more comfortable, he considered the request as he brought his wings against his body, wiggling a little in a stretch before placing them both with the knuckles of the wings’ hands down to lean upon.

“I have been given many nicknames over my years. Most of them because my name, fitting as it is, did not seem to be at the time or place.” A long shrug. “I digress. My name suits me well. I am making no attempts to refrain from being anything but what I am.” A pause to consider his own words, and then to clarify, “I have never been given a zone name, not even by those with my own face.”