#nega wander

[lovelylivewirez]

Figured I should post this on it's own since @au-sonic-smackdown has already begun (but I kept forgetting so... a few days later it is lmao)

I'll take this as a chance to ramble a little about this AU as well- putting under the cut tho bc it's gonna get a bit long and is probably a bit disjointed lol

So Sonic in this AU is immortal, right? He's like a demigod kinda. But so are Shadow and Tails (Shadow being the Ultimate Lifeform and Tails being a kitsune). They live far into the future, long enough to meet Silver as a child and see him grow, and will live far longer still.

Sonic is a nomad and lives anywhere as long as it's off the grid. He doesn't like other people knowing of his immortality out of fear that it will be exploited somehow. Eggman Nega would eventually prove that fear true, and some of his scars are from encounters with him.

(Some scars are from his childhood, but the prominent one running down his torso and the one in his ear, as well as a few other big ones covered by bandages, are relatively recent. They're indicative of some of the ways he has died before, if you're willing to take a guess.)

Shadow has taken over the role as Mobius' current hero, at least in the eyes of the public, but Sonic has remained a hero of legend. Silver also does his fair share of hero-ing, too, and is constantly chasing after Nega and foiling his plans with Shadow's help. Sonic will come in and help often, but leaves just as quickly as he came, often remaining unseen.

Meanwhile, Tails uses his kitsune powers to appear as a regular fox and hide his status as immortal. He poses as a local mechanic in Onyx City (the city from Archie Sonic Universe's Silver Age arc, but like. A good future instead of a dystopia) and helps Shadow and Silver covertly with his advanced tech.

When he's not saving the world from impending doom, Sonic either wanders the world to find places to nap in, hangs out with Tails or Shadow, or is hunted down by Nega.

Sonic's immortality allows him to regenerate and come back whenever he dies. The Chaos Energy inside of him won't let him die, he just heals and comes back, but it often leaves a scar, especially if the injury is severe. It's left him with chronic pain and fatigue. He uses a cane he carved himself out of a stick, unless in werehog form, where he just walks on all fours instead.

As a werehog, he's extremely irritable and pretty feral, but since he can control when he transforms most of the time (except new moons), he avoids transforming unless the boost in strength is absolutely necessary.

He's gotten pretty attached to lots of old things that remind him of his friends. Even if those things have started to decay, he hoards them in secret burrows across the world and refuses to let them go. His memory is not the greatest and has gotten worse as he aged, so he holds onto things that remind him of his late friends to ensure they live on in some way.

Anyways, that's all I have for now. Go vote for your favorite Sonic in the smackdown!

[au-sonic-smackdown]

AU Sonic Smackdown - Round 1, Left Side

Bound by Fate AU belongs to @midnightshard06

Old Man Sonic AU belongs to @wereh0gz

Read more about them under the cut!

Bound by Fate-

Sonic in this au is born as a werehog, but really has no idea why. He just rolls with it, but this does limit his friendship potential. As such he's kind of a loner, not that he acts like it. He's rather outgoing, and can talk to anyone really. Definitely leans on the sassy side, particularly with people he's comfortable with. Though he finds it hard to trust people due to bad experiences when in his werehog form. A lot of people don't take kindly to him at night so he tries to stay away from people as best he can while transformed, and he doesn't like to stick in one place for too long. At some point he meets Tails and the two mutually help each other out (Tails saving him from a group of hunters that were trying to kill him and Sonic helping Tails gain a better reputation in the town he lives in). The two are close even if Sonic isn't always around. Eventually Sonic and Knuckles run into each other, Knuckles trying to take out Sonic due to a misunderstanding. Though the two end up bound together through prophecy shenanigans and have to save the world as a team.

Sonic's abilities are pretty standard fair. Sonic during the day has the super speed and all the stuff to come with it. Though he is a bit physically stronger since some of his werehog strength tends to leak over. At night it's mostly standard werehog stuff with the exception of the stretchy arms. He can however sense nearby dark gaia monsters and gaia temples, and him and Knuckle's bond let them know were each other are at all times.

Old Man Sonic-

It's the Sonic we all know and love! ... Except he's long overdue for retirement.

He's gained the "gift" of immortality thanks to the large amounts of Chaos Energy, Dark Gaia Energy, and other godly energies he's absorbed over the years. You could say he's something of a demigod now, capable of running at extreme speeds (of course), commanding the winds, and even turning himself into a beast!

Now at the ripe old age of 215 and heavily scarred in more ways than one, he wanders the world fighting off evildoers and stopping world-ending calamities just as he did in his youth. He's not alone, though, as he has help from Tails, Shadow, and even Silver on occasion. He may not be as spry as he used to be, but he'd never allow his world to fall into the wrong hands, even if it means pushing himself far beyond mortal limits and dying time and time again. It's not like death is permanent for him, anyway.

While Sonic still retains the title of "hero of Mobius", he doesn't interact much with the public anymore. In fact, he's seen as more of a myth now, and almost the entire world (except for Tails, Shadow, and Eggman Nega) thinks he died from natural causes long ago. He tries his best to keep his identity and immortality secret, going by different names on the off chance he runs into someone.

Unfortunately, the worst possible person who could know about his secret is already well aware of it, and is always hunting him down to capture him and see what makes him tick...

[vgperson]

Vocaloid Highlights: July 2023

In case you haven't noticed, I don't wanna meet. Have you ever seen me wake up without that stupid palm-tree hair? That's not normal. Highlights Archive

========== Stand-Outs ========== Space Walk Rarehenwa (No Can Do) To You, Green Lights Vulgar Even If It Becomes Ash Someday Bouquet Garni Peerless Bird Demon Lord Golden Ray Not Normal Awo (Bleu) Which Is It! Propose Forever, Forever Hinparaka Auspicious Leaf Play From the Faraway Sky Connecting Stars Don't Wanna Meet Wake-Up Palm Tree Starlight's Location Parabolas I Wanna Be That Even Sooner! Nega

========== Worth Your Time ========== Is It My Fault? Mystic Parade Metafamille Indigo Sky (2023) Creation Siren Night shed Lonesome space I Wanna Be A Liar Passing Clouds Fluttering, Fleeting Philosoph Candor Drowning in Loneliness quantum rain I-So-U ghost New Retro Iria Fad-Follower Lemonade "", We Say meow All Cyan Ghost Lantern Angraecum 404 Artificial Flowers (short ver) From Show Window to Showtime Oratorio Labyrinth Affector Turning Last Love Song Turning Point. New Me New You Metamor melancolia My End ver. 2023 AI's Form (Retake) Guernica Wing Wandering Mania Train Cool Undertone, Fall in Love Bubble Worst Day of My Life Midnight Tea House Dazed By Blue Summer Sky Nostalgia Overdue Reminder Discotica Beastie Vase Boundary Driving Oxymoron Invisible Stories Mr. Joker BLUE OCEAN!!! 1212. Twintails Border Line Blue Ripple Lily Burning Thread Rewrite Girl HALO Play. r_e_i_! Wonder Lust Incubation Liking You That Much More HIGHWAY STAR What're You Calling a Retro Boom? Curtain Call I'll Sing Your Song Violet Sunflowers Bound For Dystopia Stellar Way Just Breathing Ran-Ran Escape Raspberry Miroir Dead or Like Anabel Backfire Spinner Light Suerte Retina Ponderings on Multilaterally-Seen Self-Sacrifice, Or the Behavior Called Love Time Travel birth Only One Love Letter Cool Me Down Summer Huge Watermelon Explosion Because There Was a Clear Sky Summer Bloom Loving Summer Night Drive Journey More! Jump! More! Pouring Even

[theflashdriver]

Gintsugi

Heavy heels clicked across the tiled floor, marking the passing of each quarter second. Blaze the cat could usually maintain a relatively aloof façade, only breaking from it under the most dire of circumstances or when pushed to her absolute limit. Yet, all through this morning, afternoon, and evening, a certain aggravated frown had fused itself into to her muzzle. Today had been one of the, if not the, most draining day of the princess’ life. She had been locked inside the great hall from sunrise to sunset, answering questions, signing papers, and listening to her advisors. Yesterday had been difficult, almost impossibly difficult, but something about today’s monotonous crawl had dragged out that pain and made it far more insufferable. There had been questions about restructuring, expanding the royal guard, assigning watches, public appearances, and reconstruction, the likes of which she’d surely still be dealing with for weeks if not months to come.

As her glare glanced one of the castle’s many maids, Blaze watched her shrink back and bow her head. Though she felt an immediate upwelling of guilt, the princess couldn’t bring herself to stop. With every second that past, she knew she would further regret being away from her desired destination; as she began to scale the stairs, she found her pace had only further increased. She knew this path well but not out of practice, only because she had wandered this trail so often in her mind. Even as she finally walked it, the feline found herself dissociating from her surroundings and lost among her thoughts.

Yesterday replayed in her mind, the attack had come without warning. From the sea just south of Southern Island, as the sun set and they day came to its end, a titan milled from metal had emerged from the sea. The warning bells began to ring only after the first of its tentacles had burst from the ocean, soon followed by a gaping maw filled with saw blades. Whether its limbs numbered in the hundreds or the thousands Blaze could not recall but an endless hail of them had jettisoned from its body and rained down as a concentrated missile strike on the palace grounds. Blaze could visualise the moment so clearly, hearing the initial explosion as rocket after rocket rose from the ocean. She had stood, stunned, as they arced through the air and towards the palace she had just left.

A second intruder to her world hadn’t been so blindsided and, what’s more, he had been in a position to act. She’d watched a tiny cyan speck ensnare the explosives, preventing them from breaching the palace, and heard him call out… something, something she couldn’t recall but it had brought her back to her senses. She’d took off like a shot, racing to secure the Sol emeralds. Just as she’d laid hands on them, just as she thought they’d be safe, an explosion shook her to her very soul.

As she reached the landing, seeing the long stretching hallway of visitor guest rooms, Blaze could still visualise what had happened. She’d emerged from the basement expecting to find the castle in ruins only to see it was untouched, hardly an ornament out of place and nary a window broken. She’d rushed outside, emeralds prepared and fists aflame, only to find him on her doorstep. Crumpled, smouldering, unmoving; barely recognisable. The fit of rage she’d fallen into, emeralds sparking and clashing into her being, had been more than enough to see off Eggman Nega and his cruel device... but it had been too little too late. While the day was saved, it had come at a cost.

Blaze found herself on the threshold, her forehead practically against the door. She couldn’t bring herself to reach for the doorknob. The guardian hadn't been allowed to see him yesterday, doctors and surgeons had rushed back and forth from his room all through the night, but she’d been told partway through the morning’s first meeting that his condition had much improved. Unfortunately however, that fact had come coupled with some more negative news.

Certain medical practices, common to this world, could not be safely used on him; they had taken blood and were running tests, trying to determine what could be done to help him. He came from a totally different world, let alone a time without medicine, he could have had a negative or allergic reaction to any number of this world’s standard medical treatments. They’d cared for him as best they could but all they could really do was bandage him, monitor him and wait for his body to heal. Even his blood was thought to be abnormal, due to the psychokinetic energy that ran through him. Blaze couldn’t help but expect the worst.

Swallowing hard, she dared to rap against the wood. The silence that hang in the act's wake was deafening.

Finally, she forced her hand upon the doorknob. She couldn’t feel what should have been cold brass in her hand, heat was flagging from her frame and pouring into it. Her emotions were building beyond what was manageable, beyond what was acceptable. This wasn’t safe, not for her and certainly not for him. When her emotions got the better of her, control was lost- her powers would escape her form without her say and run rampant throughout her surroundings. If she went inside she had to be calm, otherwise he’d only-

“Good evening, your majesty,” A familiar voice spun the feline on her heel.

"Good evening, Gardon," The cat greeted the guardsman.

The older koala, dressed in blue, had evidently followed her up the stairs; she'd been too lost in her worries to notice. He plainly had something in his satchel, be it to deliver to her or the hedgehog within. Regardless, the immediate formality of his poise and tone brought sickness to her stomach. She had wanted to meet with Silver alone, without the barrier of ceremonious trappings.

"I presume you've come to visit our guest?" He enquired, surely knowing the answer.

"Yes, I wanted to ensure his recovery is going smoothly," She half lied.

"That's very kind of you, your highness," A small smile crept across his fuzzy muzzle, "I'm certain that he will appreciate your visit."

The stiffness of his frame was different from his usual overly formal manner, the cat could read on his face that he was perturbed. Between that and Silver not coming to the door, something was clearly wrong. Why had the guard even travelled up here?

"Is there something on your mind?" The ruler asked, cutting straight to the point.

"Forgive me for prying," He bowed once again, "But, prior to his unannounced appearance, I hadn't heard of this Silver the hedgehog, yet he plainly sacrificed life and limb to defend the kingdom. Has he visited prior?"

Gardon wasn't verbalising the full scope of his intrigue, but Blaze knew him well enough to read between the lines. In reality, the elder was asking if the hedgehog was another threat to the kingdom, if Silver was being kept close because he was a danger to her people. Did others think his appearance signified a further threat?

"He has not, but I know him," She answered, "He however does not know me."

"Ah, so you had only heard of him before his arrival here," Gardon thought aloud, "That-

"No, we are acquainted, I am simply far more familiar with him than he is with me," She cut him off, "It is a complicated matter."

"It certainly sounds to be," The koala paused for a moment, perhaps expecting more of an explanation, but Blaze offered none.

Instead, she asked, "Has he eaten anything?"

"A small amount this afternoon, we offered more but he claimed to be full quite quickly... he is a rather gaunt fellow," That much would have been made all the more of obvious by the shearing of his fur to treat his wounds, "You instructed that we should keep him here rather than transfer him to a hospital. Are you certain that was wise?"

"If they cannot offer him any further treatments, then I can see no reason why he shouldn't be here," She much too quickly responded.

"Oh, yes, of course," The harshness of her tone had plainly rattled him, "I only asked because of how unusual the situation is," He was starting to ramble, "After all, as you answered, he is a relative stranger to this world. It is unusual that he is staying here..."

"What are you implying?" She felt her brows furrow.

"N-Nothing, Princess Blaze," He averted his gaze, "I am simply explaining that, due to your busy schedule, and the straightforwardness of your initial orders, there is confusion amongst the staff as to why he is being kept here. There are questions as to whether he is a captive, thought to be partially responsible for the attack on the palace. Some think you have been rather..." He was scrambling for words, "Uncommunicative regarding your intentions for him."

A sigh escaped Blaze's lips. Between the combat yesterday, the public interfacing that had followed, this morning's meetings, and the time he'd spent in treatment- she knew she had been both blunt and short with people. There hadn't been time for true explanations, it was no wonder that her staff were confused. Had she been taking out her frustrations on them?

"I'm sorry, Gardon," She apologised, "He is a guest, not a captive... but I have no idea why he appeared here or for how long he intends to stay. His arrival is in and of itself an anomaly," Again, she leaned into formality, "My intention would be to hold him here until he has fully recovered, though I have my doubts that he will agree to such."

"If you know him as well as you think you do, don't you stand a chance of convincing him to stay?" Gardon asked.

"I intend to try," Though she knew she would be unsuccessful.

"Well, regardless, there is no need to apologise your highness, there was simply some confusion and concern," Gardon seemed to squirm where he stood, "Especially regarding that right arm of his."

"Right arm?" Blaze questioned.

"I was visiting to deliver this," From a his satchel, he revealed an overlarge golden bangle, "The pieces of it were recovered from across the palace grounds, I had it reconstructed... though I am uncertain if its function will have been restored. Regarding that arm, there were some difficulties..." The elder shrank under Blaze's stare, he was avoiding explaining, "There was an incident this afternoon."

Concern again overflowed, "What kind of incident?"

"He seemed to lose control of the uncuffed arm while his bandages were being changed," Gardon grimaced, "No one was hurt, but you'll find the room in a rather dysfunctional state. I've taken the lead communicating with him, most of the staff are rather intimidated."

Blaze's gaze drifted back to the door before returning to the golden band in Gardon's hand. She had never seen him without those cuffs, even when he'd been young and they'd been overlarge on him. The cat had no idea how they functioned, and hearing what he'd done without one of them flared her anxiety.

"I will return this to him," Blaze took the trinket, "Thank you."

"You are very welcome, your..." The guardsman seemed to catch himself this time, "Blaze," Despite that, he still gave a small bow, "I hope his recovery will bring you some comfort."

With no more than that the koala moved along, walking the hallway before descending the stairs and out of view. Again Blaze found herself alone outside of his door, would he have heard all they had discussed? Was he even in a state to have heard their conversation? She should have been comforting him, not conspiring behind his back.

Straightening her shoulders and taking a deep breath, the pyrokinetic tried to muster her professionalism. Blaze didn't give herself time to overthink, slipping into the room without another attempt at knocking. She pinned her back against the door to shut it the moment she was inside, both hands behind her. Her blood ran cold as she took in the space.

The room's floral wallpaper was gashed, it looked to have rolled off as if torn by the claws of some gigantic beast. Everything right of the bed was in complete disarray; where once a vanity and desk were stood, now lay a pile of rubble and an indentation into the wall it had been crushed against. The carpet was fanned up and clearly some of the floorboards had come with it; twisting to form the likeness of a gnarled hand and revealing the plumbing beneath.

He was sat on the far side of his bed, parallel to the balcony window across the room's centre. Light was shining from him; psionic power, the likes of which would only typically glow from him in the midst of combat, almost blinding to look at. The energy was bleeding through the bandages that covered his body, displaying markings-

"Oh, it's you," A bandage covered his right eye, the dressings over his wounds left little for the cat to imagine, "Hello."

Silver's arm stole her attention, the right limb he'd apparently lost control of. The symbol that usually sat on the palm of his hands had distorted and stretched; cyan light now traced all the way up the limb as multiple strands, now more of those circular sigils marked his elbow and shoulder but the colour didn't end there. From his shoulder further lines, jagged and rough, stretched up his neck to mark the right of his face. The extensions faded as they neared his quills but Blaze swore she could see a circle faintly flickering at the centre of his forehead.

"Good evening," She greeted, quickly feeling the need to explain herself, "I knocked but you didn't answer."

"I was distracted," He turned away again, "The moon's nice tonight."

He was lying, but the cat still had no idea how much he'd heard of her conversation with Gardon. His fur had been shorn short, even his quills were reduced from their usual branches to mere twigs. Blaze's heart ached at the sight of him, not just damage but demoralised. Feeling her muscles tense as anxiety swelled, the cat slipped closer, arriving by his bedside.

"How are you feeling?" She managed to ask.

"I've been worse," He shrugged, "How about you?"

He was hurt, how could he stand to ask? "I've been worse too..."

The view from his window wasn't anything special, it didn't overlook an especially grand section of the royal garden, but her timing had been just right to centre the full moon within the peak of the glass. Despite its shortened state, his fur reflected the moonlight in a manner that only added to the otherworldly glow that filled the room. She'd never had a chance to see him awash in the glow of moonlight. Only the red of flames.

Her chest ached and heart pounded, she could see in her minds eye all she would have loved to do. To re-bandage him as she had so often before, to wrap her arms around him, and to promise that she would protect him. Now these would be surprise acts from a stranger; likely unwanted by a more self-sufficient hedgehog.

"They told me that you beat Eggman Nega's machine," His gaze was still locked on the window, "Do you know what happened to him?"

"He had some sort of emergency escape advice, a form of crude teleportation," The cat answered, "Once I destroyed his machine, he vanished in a flash of green."

"He probably went back to mess up my world," Silver grumbled, "I don't even know why I'm here, I've already caused you far too much trouble."

"Nonsense," She huffed, "You injured yourself saving the palace, you've done the opposite of causing trouble."

"You don't think Eggman Nega followed me here?" He shot back, "I made a mistake, I fell through time, he must have followed..."

"Based on the design of his machine, I doubt that was the case. He always intended to strike here," Blaze quickly countered, "It was just a fortunate coincidence that you arrived at the same time."

"Maybe..." Her words were falling on deaf ears, "Still, I know what I did to this room..."

His optimism was at an all time low, things were surely dire in his timeline. Whether it was conflict with Eggman Nega or an apocalypse induced by failures in the world's past, the Silver she'd known had certainly struggled but never fallen to the kind of despair that this one was presently wrestling. She'd seen him hurt, but he'd always longed to jump to his feet and keep fighting for what was right. Perhaps keeping him here to heal wouldn't be so difficult after all...

Why did she long for him to be so foolhardy? Did she want him to hurt himself, just so that she knew that her partner was still in there? Was his state of self-sacrifice not proof enough of that?

Blaze started to reach out, just to place a reassuring hand on his shoulder, but she thought better of it before her fingers could meet with bandage and fur. This was not her Silver, he did not know of her shared past. To him she was an ally but a quiet and distant one, just as she was to everyone else. She didn't know how he'd respond to comfort, let alone her sympathy. Besides, if she let that wall down then what more would follow? Even visiting him in the night like this had been foolish.

Her gaze drifted past him, landing on the bedside table. A platter of sandwiches still sat uneaten. Had that been his lunch? Had they not brought him dinner? Regardless...

"You need to eat more," She lowered herself to sit at the foot of the bed, "It's clearly affecting your head."

"I'm not hungry," He refused, "I feel... strange."

His bluntness irked her more than it should; Blaze felt her teeth grit. Were this her Silver, she would have called him naive and made him eat. The hedgehog would have complained but he would have seen it was for his own good, understood and trusted her guidance as she would his. But, again, this was not her Silver.

She didn't know what to do with herself, let alone him. This hedgehog had plainly been hardened by a time spent struggling alone; he had not learned to rely on others in his moments of weakness. He didn't seem comfortable with showing weakness at all in fact...

"I've never seen your arm like that," The cat professed, "Does it hurt?"

"No, it doesn't," He turned to her, "But it's more than just my arm."

He reached up and shifted the bandaging over his eye, revealing what lay beneath. Rather than the bright yellow iris she had anticipated, the hedgehog's eye was glowing with psychic intensity. One of the lines stretching from the mark on his palm had cut up over his cheek and through the pupil.

"Can you see through that?" The cat asked.

"Barely..." He replaced the binding, "My whole body feels so sluggish, but my psychokinesis is surging. Just keeping it under control is making me nauseous. I can't eat, I can't sleep..." His stare fell to his lap, "I'm going to be a burden if Eggman Nega returns."

He was wallowing in his self pity, this truly wasn't the psychic she'd known. Her Silver was far from immune to his emotions, but his response to them had so rarely been to cower. He would rush forward, headstrong; she would have to wrestle him to sit still and act rationally. He may have at times thought himself a burden, but his response would never have been to admit it. He would have struck out even harder, been even more self sacrificing!

As his eyes flickered back to her, she quickly turned her gaze to the window. The hedgehog had once compared her to the sunlight they'd sought, but he had been that very light to her. She had not held hope that life could improve before she'd met him, every day had been a joyless struggle. Would this Silver be like the moon? He was colder, but did he reflect the light of that prior hedgehog, no matter how many times more weakly? Was his soul still within this new mind and body?

The cuff Gardon had given her no longer looked like the others on his person. The koala was right when he said there had been issues with its restoration; vein like lines of silver filled what had surely once been cracks in the golden metal. It held together as one solid piece, but it was neither whole nor smooth to the touch. Even ignoring that the cuff's initial crafting was a mystery, its restoration had plainly been a struggle.

Blaze glanced to him again, finding he had returned to sullenly staring into the moonlight. Again the princess looked to his arm, she was certain it hurt more than he was letting on. She had seen him lose control of his power before, how rage could turn what was would be a gentle psychic grasp into crushing force. If that same energy was flaring uncontrollably within him, then the cat could imagine how it felt. The least she could do was try to help him, she owed that much to the hedgehog she'd known.

A flinch pushed her back as she touched his arm, feeling the psychokinetic surge that was pulsing through his body. Her second grasp carried her purpose, she would not let go of him no matter how it hurt. She would gladly suffer any pain if it meant that Silver could finally rest properly after all the good he had done.

Surprised creased his muzzle, "What are you do-

"Give me your hand," The cat insisted, "Now."

He didn't resist, but his expression remained perturbed. His fingers were thinner than she recalled; was this a result of psychic energy draining him, or the world he came from? Regardless, Blaze pushed on.

She wasn't even certain what she was doing, the cat went off of pure instinct. It was a little difficult to squeeze the cuff over his hand, it always had seemed to fit so perfectly around his wrist, but with a shove and a tug the jewellery found its way back to its proper place. Almost immediately light filled the dark band in the golden cuff, cyan energy immediately flared and the wristlet solidified itself into place.

Blaze interlocked her fingers with his, still feeling the psychic static continue to buzz through her bones. Hard callouses were obvious to feel, as were the bones of his knuckles, these things were at least familiar to her. She watched with baited breath as his cuff grew brighter; as it did, the lines stretching up his arm thinned slighter and slighter. Where silver had been used to fill the cracks of gold in the cuff, the cyan light was sparking like wild electricity- would that impurity prevent his recovery? Would the cuff break again?

The cat clenched her teeth and held him tighter, she felt his body spasm. The light was fading from both him and her surroundings, only amplified on the metal armlet. Finally, when the limb was too bright to look at directly, she turned away from his arm and up to him. The lines hadn't fully faded, but they had been greatly reduced.

Gently the princess reached up with her free hand, pushing back the bandage that obscured his eye. There was a hint of cyan, a tiny speck in the depths of his pupil, but otherwise the glow had fully left his face. There was no flickering symbol on his forehead, no lines down his cheek. The cuff wasn't containing the spread of psychic energy as successfully as it had before, symbols still stretched as far as his bicep, but he immediately looked so much less alien. So much more familiar.

"How's that?" She asked without thinking.

"Better," His gaze fell to his wristlet only to squint at the brightness, "I think."

Her eyes searched his expression for warmth but still found only confusion and shock. Was he surprised that the cuff had been restored or that it had partially cured his affliction? Was he simply puzzled why she was still holding his hand? She should have been able to read his expression, she used to be able to read him like a book.

He didn't understand why she was doing this for him. This Silver had never known her; did he have any companions? Did he know the kindness of others? Did he act out of his own kindness or a hardened sense of what was right and wrong? It was her fault he was like this; she had left him for a good cause, but she had abandoned him. She was responsible for what he had become. No wonder she was keeping him so close, this was penance.

The cat released his hand, pulled away from his forehead and rose to stand. He didn't know her. She didn't know him. His body and mind were plainly different; it had been foolish to pretend that his soul would differ.

"Please excuse me, I have further duties to attend this evening," Blaze announced, "If you require anything, do not hesitate to ask. You are a guest here."

Despite pushing away she lingered for a moment longer, staring at him from the middle of the room before making for the exit. She had needed him; when the feline had been but a kitten she had been painfully nihilistic, not illogically given the world that she had found herself living through. Silver had helped her, his naive drive to restore their broken world had inspired her to work toward the same and want more than life had dealt them. Now he needed her, it was her turn to mend him, and yet she hadn't the strength to do any more for him. It was only as she reached the door that his voice again reached her ears.

"Blaze?" She looked back to him, still sat on the bed, "Thank you."

Without so much as a goodbye, the princess shut the door behind herself. The weight didn't leave her shoulders, if anything it redoubled. Across this second lifetime she had always been pressured; to hold herself to royal standards of etiquette, to defend her kingdom, and to protect the Sol Emeralds. The weights she'd carried had been countless, and yet... they had never been personal like this. She'd always tried to deflect, to isolate her dutiful self from the true thing. That wasn't an option with him.

Blaze slumped against the door, eventually sliding to sit on the carpeted floor. She couldn't bear to open that door again. Not until he was able to open it for himself.

[arkadenboden]

update on the fanfic for the nation. The first chapter is being edited and should be finished soon, however may be delayed because I kind of want to make art to correspond with the release of each one. For now, here are some headcanons that will be going into it:

starting with more minor ones that are just little things:

-Kim graduated with a degree in filmmaking!

-Ramona makes deliveries across Ontario, not just in Toronto.

-Kim’s father called himself “King Jeremy, the Wicked” as an unofficial nickname in highschool. This is a reference to Jeremy by Pearl Jam(Out of universe, anyway. Jeremy wouldn’t have been in highschool by the release of Ten because Kim was born in 1980)

-Kim’s hometown is in Greater Sudbury.

More important, spoiler-ish ones under the cut. Just cause.

-Jeremy wanted to be an artist, but settled for it being a hobby when his wife got pregnant

-Kim has OCD. I don’t see it represented much in media, let alone well. It’s something I also struggle with and I thought putting my experience with intrusive thoughts and compulsive behaviors into a fic like this may help with the desire to see myself represented

-Kim is the result of a teenage pregnancy. This decision was made specifically because I always thought Kim’s parents looked very young in comparison to the other older characters, and looked more like background characters that Scott would be acquainted with than Kim’s parents. They are both currently around 38-39.

-Kim’s little “area of subspace(think the desert Scott dreams about)” is a recreation of her hometown during her childhood. Things are exactly the same way they were when she was 7-15 ish. Subspace doors open onto a local trail, and pass through the trail and exit at the end of it. Ramona frequently passes through this area, but doesn’t encounter Kim for a while, as she has a tendency to wander off of the path and go elsewhere while Ramona uses it to move along.

-A character’s “Nega” form isn’t actually called that. I don’t know what they would officially be called on like a Wikipedia page but I think that is just what Scott thinks of Nega Scott as. Kim’s is dubbed “the Eidolon,” because she perceives it as a phantom or ghostlike figure of some kind.

thats all i can think of for now hope u enjoyed

[littleaipom]

short 600 word fic for Maroon the Cat(X) I wrote that I enjoy. I kind of became an instantaneous fan of him in the span of 24 hours, thus all the posts about him, but maybe others will enjoy him as well.

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Maroon stumbled into his room, rubbing his bruised arm as he did. He was utterly exhausted from his fight with Sonic and Blaze, but needed to tend to himself first. A few of his robotic parts seemed to be falling out of alignment. Nothing that his father, Eggman Nega, couldn’t fix. And yet, he didn’t want the old man to be privy to all the damage he had taken, to the degree of his shortcomings. He knew a bit of robotics himself, and would do what he could to repair things on his own.  

The cyborg cat shuffled over to a bench lined with tools, grabbing a few of the essentials, before retreating to his bed. Plopping down on the blankets, he set to working at the weapon that made up the end of his left arm, a laser gun. As he did, his thoughts wandered to the fight before. A few things about it weren’t sitting right with him.  

Eggman Nega had been the only father Maroon knew for most of his life. The scientist had done him the service of saving him after being abandoned by his birth-parents, Sonic and Blaze. This much he had known for several years now. At least it was what Nega had told him. And yet, the way Sonic and Blaze seemed shocked at seeing him felt odd. ‘If they left me for dead, it must be a shock to see I survived’ he thought to himself. And yet that didn’t explain everything. Something in their eyes looked so.. Pained. Were they simply loathe to see him? Were they disgusted with his mechanical upgrades, believing him to be a crime against nature?  

Maroon’s hand froze amidst turning a screwdriver. ‘What if.. They missed me?’ The thought hit him like a bucket of ice water pouring over him. ‘No. No that wouldn’t make sense, that--’ and yet he couldn’t shake the thought’s possibility now that it had materialized. Against his will, his mind raced in this line of thought as he sat stunned. ‘What if they didn’t abandon me? What if they actually wanted me but didn’t know I was alive? What if they still care about me all these years later?” He could feel his throat tighten as the thoughts threatened to overwhelm him. His eyes drifted up and he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. He could see a tear now making it’s way down the right side of his face. The left side remained dry, his electronic eye unable to produce water.  

He took in the sight of his form. Whatever of him that resembled Blaze and Sonic was now broken up by metal casing, bits of hinges and wires, bolts and power drives. Pieces born of Doctor Eggman Nega’s hand. The image sent his thoughts crashing down. They’d never care for this. He wasn’t theirs. A sense of anger and shame washed over him for having all these thoughts. What was he doing? He was Eggman Nega’s prized son, his greatest soldier! He had been lucky the genius doctor took him in! Lucky to have these marvelous enhancements to make him stronger! His hand gripped the screwdriver tighter, and with a shout he flung it at his wall. The tool thudded on the plaster, leaving a dull scratch, before clattering to the floor. 

His spiked tail twitched and he fumed to himself, laying back on the bed. Fatigue from the battle hit him and dragged him down into the mattress. His mind swiftly and unwillingly slowed to a crawl as he began to drift into sleep. Perhaps his self-repairs could wait until later. And when he was back in fighting condition, he would be sure to take down Sonic and Blaze next time. He would wipe the looks right off their faces, he would. He’d show them.. 

[pico-digital-studios]

Into, Across and Beyond! Cast: OMT!Mina

Replaces: Gwen Stacy / Spider-Gwen

(Find original art here)

Mina Mongoose, an aspiring pop-star and lead singer for the Forget-Me-Knots of her universe. Also packing unbridled beauty in her own right.

Though, this Mina's relationship wasn't too good with Ash, and she broke up with him after he was a bit too overprotective around her. And when the Sonic and Tails of her universe ended up dying to her own version of OMT, she took up the mantle of protecting her Mobius from harm.

She managed to confront the twisted entity in its own distorted version of Little Planet, and by the end, she managed to get rid of the monster. However, Amy.OMT ultimately got the last laugh in killing Sonic and Tails, which caused Mina to withdraw from making friends in fear of further heartbreak.

During the events of One More Hero, she ends out stumbling across OMT!Tails and Nine when they accidentally wander into one of her traps, essentially giving her a spot as the third member of the Blur Gang. She even openly assists in stopping Eggman Nega's crazed attacks on the OMT world. She becomes close to OMT!Tails during their time together, and she sees him as a new friend she could make after the losses she suffered.

Then later, in More than One Universe, that's when she and Mini Sonic come to assist OMT!Tails in dealing with the multiversal madness that had sprung up, with her and Tails officially becoming a couple from that point. She and Mini stuck at the Wing Fortress to oversee the flow of villains getting contained, alongside assisting in the creation of the cures.

She's clearly one of the more stressed when OMT!Tails bails after OMT!Sally's death, and makes it key to fully support him during the final push to save the multiverse from harm. And though she almost loses her life from a tower attack, it's CU!Sonic's brave move that saves her in the end.

As it happens, her relationship with Ash was strained due to her being framed for murder from Amy.OMT running amok, and after she dealt with Snively running wild, she confronted him about it, though it did nothing to change his thoughts about her. Fortunately, EV!Sonic had showed up in her aid to halt an attempted mercy kill on her, getting her to safety via Gust Planet and then letting her wander the multiverse as she pleased.

She isn't interested in professional work at all, hence why she isn't a member of the Quill Society's professional outings, though is still able to turn to them as a support network. As such, after More than One Universe's events, she chose not to go back to her dimension again, due to it harbouring too much trauma for her to bear overall.

She looked up to Amy Rouge as a big sister figure, and AmRou in turn didn't have her do anything she wasn't comfortable with. The two also disagreed with Lost Memory Sonic's canon event theory, feeling their trauma was clearly undeserved for them being heroes.

It's early into Many More Heroes that she personally leads the Blur Gang to help OMT!Tails escape Anti-Mobius/Moebius, and she later manages to get him in to see what the Quill Society is like, even if it got Lost Memory Sonic frustrated. She also has none of it when he tries to convince her that letting someone knowingly die is key to stabilising the multiverse.

By the end of that, her bond with OMT!Tails had strengthened even more, and she was more than happy to serve as a second leader to the team whenever it was needed.

[pacifistcowboy]

this is me asking ab ur sol dimension characters :3c i want to hear ab them

MSJCJWJCJEF ohmy gosh thank you for asking that’s so nice sndjsjdjd uH so i’ve already made a post about my sol-shadow n sol-amy, but i have also made a sol-knuckles (she’s also a mix of sonic too since blaze herself is a mix of sonic n knuckles), a sol-silver, sol-chaotix, and sol-rouge!!! oH and i’m also in the beginning stage of makin’ a sol-cream and sol-big lmao AND and i have kind of an idea for a sol-eggman given that eggman-nega’s actually a descendant of eggman n not his sol dimension counterpart.

i have no idea where to even start so i’ll just give like a synopsis of them?? i’m sorry this is so long u don’t have to read it all

- sol-knuckles name is mittens and she’s a dog!! she is a nomad who’s super strong like knuckles n i’m thinking of giving her aerokinesis (air/wind powers) to match with blaze’s pyrokinesis n marine being water themed. she doesn’t know where she came from or why she’s so strong but she doesn’t want to know ‘cause she doesn’t want a past to live up to. she wants to wander the world and help people nonviolently but she tends to end up having to fight anyway.

- sol-silver’s name is sterling n i’m not sure what animal she is yet! she’s definitely gonna be a very fluffy animal, either a type of cat or an arctic fox. she isn’t from the future, but she gets visions of the future!! the visions are more like her consciousness gets transported into the future, where she she can interact with and be seen by the people there for a short time. i’m thinkin’ she probably gains the ability after some incident with a sol emerald, rather than just being born with the ability, n when she first gets them, the future she sees is a bad one. sterling tries to ignore the visions, convince herself they aren’t real or that she doesn’t care, and avoids other people because the visions causes problems with socialising in multiple ways. i’m thinkin’ once she hears about blaze’s adventures in another dimension, she thinks that blaze might possibly believe her about her visions since she’s already familiar with something as bizarre as alternate dimensions. sterling is awkward, cowardly, has no social skills, n assumes she isn’t valuable to anyone other than for her ability :(

- sol-vector doesn’t have a name yet, n i think she’ll be a tortoise! i don’t think the chaotix will still be detectives in the sol dimension, but idk what else they’d be yet, but i’d want them to work for the sol empire in some way. sol-vector’s a huge fan of classical music n she tries way too hard to be all serious and formal n calm at all times but fails a lot because of her associates n poor patience for them. she’s very organised and does everything all properly like a total square sjfjsjfjd she tends to get mocked for this or her efforts are simply ignored by sol-espio. she’s also so awkward with kids n has no idea how to be a parental figure, even though she kinda is one

- sol-espio also has no name yet but she’s a toad!! at first i had her be a sumo wrestler, but i’m starting to think in order for her fighting style to be similar to og-espio’s in terms of mostly using projectiles but also have her be something that’s kinda the opposite sentiment of a ninja, i think i might make her a cowboy! also i love cowboys so 🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️ sol-espio is loud, overeager, constantly looking for any excuse to fight or do anything other than sitting around, and is typically sarcastic towards people out of pure fun. she never takes anything seriously, much to sol-vector’s dismay

- sol-charmy doesn’t have a name yet either and i’m leaning towards her being a spider. i’m currently deciding if i want her to be goth or emo, but i do know i want her to b something that’s typically about being introspective n emotional n deep, n i think both subcultures fit that. sol-charmy is quiet, insightful, n tends to wander off and away from people in her own comfortable world, which sol-vector tends to let her do unless it’s unsafe for her to go off on her own. she doesn’t really enjoy interacting with people except for sol-vector and sol-espio, n she’s always a lil on edge. she always has a notebook that she writes or draws in n doesn’t show anyone

- sol-rouge is a barn owl! i haven’t quite figured out what his ‘job’ is. he’s definitely a thief of some kind but idk if it’s like a robin hood situation or if he too just likes gems. i also dunno if he’ll have a secret agent thing going on like og-rouge? ‘cause his personality is the opposite of her, he’s completely and extremely honest at all times and does NOT like talking to people. he’s got no charisma, most people find him unpleasant since he doesn’t think twice about telling you things he doesn’t like about you or that he’d rather be anywhere else, which doesn’t really work if you wanna be a spy. however, he is extremely selfless and never really does anything in his own self interest.

- and lastly, sol-eggman! i haven’t drawn any sort of design for her yet nor have i really gotten around to figuring out her personality, but i think i want her to be some sorta monkey since that’s what humans are closest to, and i do know that her attempts at taking over the world would be much more stealthy compared to og-eggman who wants everyone to know that he’s attacking. she’s gonna have chlorokinesis (basically nature/plant powers which has a few different names) to match with the seemingly elemental theme blaze’s dimension seems to have, and also to be the opposite of og-eggman’s use of machinery n manmade objects. i also want her to be able to create plant creatures with sentience so i can make a sol-omega sjfjejfje

thank you for indulging me, i hope that made sense, i’m so sorry there’s so much words, and if you read all that you are incredible <3

[true-blue-sonic]

The difference between a traveler and a wanderer is that a traveler sets off with some amount of a goal in wind whereas a wanderer is aimless as a leaf caught in the wind. Therefore I think that after a certain point Silver beginning to consider himself a wanderer would be like a very subtle gut punch

Oof, that is indeed quite the gut punch! But I do like it :> I have a story idea where this could work, actually: I wanted to write a new slow burn Espilver fic, where this time Silver comes in from a good future instead of the ruined one in New Beginnings. And with Eggman Nega taken care of, everything is going super swell! Sure, he's on shaky terms with Sonic and co at best, Espio is the only person he feels remotely comfortable around, and he has absolutely no purpose in either the present or the future with his nemesis trapped in a hell dimension with a hungry fire demon, and he doesn't really have anyone to return to because he doesn't have friends in the future and he hasn't gone to his parents in years...

Yeah, no, 'aimless' would not even begin to describe Silver's mental state after a while of just being in the past and having no idea what he's supposed to do now. He's too caught up in a mindset of carrying the whole world on his shoulders and fighting Nega that, once that has fallen away, he just doesn't know what to fill it with. If he begins to think of himself more of a era wanderer than a time traveller, I feel like Espio would feel beyond bad for him. He'll get out of that funk again for sure, that's how all my fics go, but it's definitely a journey he needs to go through to feel better again!

[selektakoletiva]

MARCELO D2 E A ANCESTRALIDADE DE FUTURO!

Com 13 discos de estúdio na bagagem - 4 com o Planet e 9 em carreira solo - já né segredo que Marcelo D2 ocupa um espaço notório na música popular e na cultura Hip-Hop pelo mundão. Acontece que em seu novo trabalho, ele ultrapassa barreiras, fura otas bolhas e se consagra ainda mais como um dos grandes arquitetos da música brasileira.

Intitulado "IBORU, Que Sejam Ouvidas Nossas Súplicas", Marcelo D2 nos leva por uma jornada musical de puro suingue, com o afrofuturismo batendo na alta, como sempre falara Chico Vulgo.

O disco começa com a voz de Wander Pires te transportando pra avenida quase que espontaneamente. 'Por baixo', numa crescente, um instrumental drumless do lendário Barba Negra (aka O Terrível Ladrão de Loops), versos afiados de D2 e uma fala de sua coroa. Apenas o início de uma saga que vai flutuando entre a boniteza e a concretude dos fatos como são. Trazendo a beleza da crueza e do povo, como o timbre de Nega Duda que vem logo em seguida. A genuína cultura de rua e dos morros, favelas e do subúrbio carioca.

Das rodas que varam da noite ao clarão do dia; ad infinitum. Os terreirões de Umbanda e Candomblé, os Bate-Bolas, Rosinhas e Malandros que transitam pelas ruas encantadas de um Rio de Janeiro que não passa na retrospectiva da Globo, não está nos trends, ou em capas de jornais. Essas são algumas das várias personas carioca que inspiram IBORU. Que inclusive, dia 28 deste mesmo mês de Junho, ganhará seu complemento audiovisual. Um curta que contará a história fictícia do encontro de João da Baiana, Clementina de Jesus e Pixinguinha, nos idos dos anos de 1923. O curta, assim como a estética do disco, foi toda assinada pela mágica Luiza Machado e o próprio Marcelo, diálogo que vem ampliando ainda mais a arte do rapper carioca. A produção fica por conta da produtora da família D2 - PUPILA DILATADA.

O elenco de músicos e compositores de "IBORU, Que Sejam Ouvidas As Nossas Súplicas", chega a ser baixaria de tanto talento junto. A começar pela cozinha, composta por bambas da velha escola e da nova geração, tudo junto e misturado; Marcio Alexandre, Zero, Miúdo, Jorge Luiz, João e Marcelinho Moreira. Nas cordas, temos João Lopes (banjo), Maycon Ananias (cordas geral), Gabe Noel (violoncelo), Wanderson Martins e o craque Rodrigo Campos (ambos no cavaquinho). Violões de 6 e 7 cordas, no nome de Kiko e Fejuca, camisa 10 que contribui também batucando no couro e arranjando no cavaco.

Nos sopros, Thiago França (sax), Marlon Sete e Pedro Garcia no trombone e voz. Na bateria, o novo expoente da bateria brasileira, Thiaguinho Silva. O côro é comandado pela Luiza Machado, sua parceira de vida e arte, que entoa unissomo com as vozes de Jussara, Jurema, Hodari, Betina, Luiza e Camila de Alexandre, e o talentoso Luccas Carlos.

Falando em voz e coro, vale ressaltar a parceria louvável entre Luiz Antonio Simas e Marcelo D2. Desde o último disco de estúdio com intervenções e trocando prosas juntos sobre ancestralidade, resistência e identidade. Também estão no catálogo grandioso de compositores João Martins, Inácio Rios, Diogo Nogueira, Igor Leal, Fred Camacho, Neném Chama, Carlos Caetano, Márcio Alexandre, Cabelo, Douglas Lemos, Moa Luz e Otacilio da Mangueira. É mole?

Todo esse time consegue criar uma atmosfera de uma vibração coletiva incrível, que dialoga o asfalto com o morro de uma forma ímpar. O grave do surdão e do 808 suingando com o hihat, que por sua vez unifica-se com as palmas e o tamborim... isso é o Nave e mais uma sequências de beats absurdos. Uma parceria que já vinha dando certo desde "A Arte do Barulho". E pelo visto, continua. Numa parceria luxuosa que vem se estreitando nos últimos anos, Nave e Kiko Dinucci - que traz suas picotadas lombradas, guitarras levemente sujas, uma viola elegantíssima - se entendem em grau, número e frequências.

A produção é algo instantaneamente clássico - o que já faz pensar nesse disco do OGI que vem aí. Mas isso é papo de futuro, pra outro momento.

Ah, jamais podemos esquecer de mencionar a co-produção e mixagem, que ficou na assinatura de nada mais/nada menos que o gênio e cumpade de longa data de Marcelo, Mario Caldatto. É óbvio que a qualidade de sempre foi entregue.

Dito isso e abordado o time, agora vamos as participações; Nega Duda, Metá Metá, BNegão, Mumuzinho, Alcione, Xande de Pilares, Zeca Pagodinho e o imortal Mateus Aleluia. Há homenagens a Romildo Bastos (Padre Miguel) e mestre Monarco (Portela) a sua maneira afrosambadélica.

Essa fusão chega ao ápice quando IBORU traz a cultura Hip-Hop pra dentro duma quadra de Padre Miguel com adlibs de Westside Gunn em um partido alto feito de beats, palmas, trombone e guitarra. Ou com um batuque e naipe de sopros junto a MPC, como fez no seu último trabalho com Um Punhado De Bambas no Cacique de Ramos - que aliás, outro excelente trabalho que transcende as fronteiras convencionais e cria uma experiência auditiva e cativante, como faz novamente nesse trabalho.

É junto de baluartes, ídolos e bambas que D2 aprendeu boa parte do que sabe do samba. Zeca e Arlindo são reverenciados em mais de um momento do disco. Beth, João Nogueira, Dona Ivone, Luiz Carlos, Candeia, Cartola, Martinho, Paulinho e o pessoal do Fundo de Quintal. Entre muitos outros. É bonito ver o artista em seu auge, com a pura satisfação de fazer o que gosta, evoluindo e não se prendendo a velhos chavões e modos operandi. Além de toda essa gratidão de quem aprendeu com os verdadeios movimentadores da massa e da cultura popular.

E se você se pergunta da outra parte, nunca se esqueça que antes de D2, era o Sinistro, com sua vivência pelas quebradas do mundaréu. Rio 40 graus. De Padre Miguel, Cascadura, Madureira, do Andaraí, Humaitá e das vielas do centrão. Lapa, Gamboa, Cinelandia. Vivência que Peixoto teve nos camelos com seu camarada Skunk. Das chamas que circundavam a capital carioca nos anos 90.

No final, "IBORU" vai além do siginificado em iorubá, do Ifá, e muito mais do que título de disco ou uma simples combinação de gêneros musicais; é uma verdadeira celebração da diversidade e da riqueza da cultura brasileira. Destaca temas relevantes e urgentes, como a desigualdade social e a resiliência das comunidades marginalizadas. Ancestralidade de futuro.

Ao mesmo tempo e paralelo a concretude lírica e dos batuques de fine estirpe, a nuance abstrata das melodias se faz valer em loops, samples e um instrumental finesse. A sinestesia e o campo lúdico do disco é forte, e isso tem muito a ver com o imaginário popular, fé e outros pagodes da vida que circundam a vida do brasileiro - que assim como Marcelo, se recria e se renova a cada nova batalha. "Provando e comprovando a sua versatilidade", já diria seu saudoso amigo Bezerra da Silva, que eu sei que assim como os outros bambas mencionados aqui neste texto, no disco, e durante a vida do Sinistro, também benzeu e abençoou "IBORU" até vir ao mundo terreno, há uma semana atrás, dia 14 de Junho.

E faz uma semana que é festa no Orum...

ALÔ, MEU POVO! A HORA É ESSA!!!

[yellowvixen]

I thought that being pirate themed Sol! Omega could be obsessed with treasure hunting as to conquer all the treasures before Captain Whiskers.

But treasure hunting is more Rouge's thing, what means then that should be left for Sol!Rouge...

Oooooooooor, this could be a shared interest of both Sol!Rouge and Sol! Omega

Oooooooooor Sol!Rouge could be more of an explorer/wanderer/traveler, more interested in seeing nature than finding treasures

Anon I am kissing you on the forehead.

Changing around the interests of Sol Rouge and Omega 100% works for me, as I don't want them being carbon copies of their chaos dimension counterparts. Blaze and Rime aren't exactly the same as Sonic and Shadow after all! So a treasure hunting robot? Who's decided actually, I want to keep this hard earned treasure for MYSELF rather than give it to Captain Whisker? Perfect. Incredible. I love it. That's got the same chaotic neutral vibes as Omega, but not necessarily centred around destruction.

Sol Rouge being an explorer also slots in perfectly with the vague idea I had of him being the one to wake Rime up rather than Eggman Nega - sort of merging the two times Shadow got woken (first by Eggman and second by Rouge). So he could have found her while exploring! Finding treasure can be another interest of his, as if you're exploring a new area you're bound to find something! So that definitely could be a shared interest. Being an explorer also means Sol Rouge would probably get along well with Marine, and could take her along on adventures :]

[dayplays]

Obligatory Lore Dump for Shiver (Anti-Ember):

Her world is distinct from Blaze's Sol Dimension from the onset because there was never any extra-dimensional time travel shenanigans with an Anti-Eggman Nega or what have you. There was no external threat that caused an empire form, but instead one formed naturally- with her bloodline seizing power and conquering the Earth with ease, with all the artifacts they hoarded and the divine goddess, Sol, who blessed them.

Shiver was meant to just be another in the lineage of fiery tyrants, born to one day take the throne for herself... but, her darling mother just couldn't have that. She wanted to sit upon that throne as god-empress of the empire until sol itself died, and was more than willing to kill her husband and imprison her troublesome daughter in the palace's own dungeons to ensure that.

Needless to say, these acts (and many others preceding them) formed a burning sense of resentment in the young once-princess, which she'd carry with her after she eventually escaped, bringing it to the people who'd suffered under family's rule and offering the chance for them both to get what they want and see a monarch's head be put on a pike. Leading a violent revolution.

This was a long and painful conflict that tore their world apart, and eventually culminated in a climactic battle between Shiver and her Mother, the current wielder of the flame & avatar of Sol, Shiver having stolen the Jeweled Scepter in order to match her. Her mother was powerful, but because she could not fully absorb the Sol Emeralds' power and enter the Burning state, she had to manifest more and more of Sol's presence to match the scepter's power... which, of course, was exactly what Shiver wanted. As, eventually, in an act that brought their entire palace to the ground, Shiver used the Power of the Stars to destroy both her mother and the sun goddess she'd clung to so desperately.

While this certainly did bring make her victory, the act came with devastating consequences- the sun itself going dim, warmth being sapped from their world as it was consumed in a never-ending winter, and Shiver- the last in the bloodline- becoming the new "avatar" of Sol's cosmic corpse, the dead goddess' power turning her internal flame into a heart of frigid ice. Sol- the goddess, the empire, and the dimension- were dead.

Shiver's world turned to a violent anarchist land in it's post-apocalypse, all allies turning their backs on the monster who'd brought this hellish existence upon them, leaving her alone. Worst of all being, she didn't care. As far as her heart was concerned, she never cared about any of those idealistic fools, their revolution, or their lives. All she cared about was the vengeance she'd fought so hard for, and finally, it was hers.

So now she wanders this frozen world as if it were her very own winter wonderland, free from goals & responsibility and left only to take it's remaining pleasures for herself where she finds them.

[au-sonic-smackdown]

AU Sonic Smackdown - Round 3, Left Side

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Old Man Sonic AU belongs to @wereh0gz

Freaks AU belongs to @eloaholiveira

Learn more about them under the cut!

Old Man Sonic AU-

It’s the Sonic we all know and love! … Except he’s long overdue for retirement.

He’s gained the “gift” of immortality thanks to the large amounts of Chaos Energy, Dark Gaia Energy, and other godly energies he’s absorbed over the years. You could say he’s something of a demigod now, capable of running at extreme speeds (of course), commanding the winds, and even turning himself into a beast!

Now at the ripe old age of 215 and heavily scarred in more ways than one, he wanders the world fighting off evildoers and stopping world-ending calamities just as he did in his youth. He’s not alone, though, as he has help from Tails, Shadow, and even Silver on occasion. He may not be as spry as he used to be, but he’d never allow his world to fall into the wrong hands, even if it means pushing himself far beyond mortal limits and dying time and time again. It’s not like death is permanent for him, anyway.

While Sonic still retains the title of “hero of Mobius”, he doesn’t interact much with the public anymore. In fact, he’s seen as more of a myth now, and almost the entire world (except for Tails, Shadow, and Eggman Nega) thinks he died from natural causes long ago. He tries his best to keep his identity and immortality secret, going by different names on the off chance he runs into someone.

Unfortunately, the worst possible person who could know about his secret is already well aware of it, and is always hunting him down to capture him and see what makes him tick…

Freaks AU-

It’s a supernatural AU in which Sonic gets bit by a werebeast, turning into one himself. He lives in an abandoned attic along with Silver, life long best friends, who is a recently turned vampire, and also Tails Doll, possessed by Tails’ soul.

Once he learns how to control his other half, Sonic has the ability to shift or partially shift at will, although it’s harder on New Moons, and easier on Full Moons. They also got Super Full Moons, in which they go completly feral and bloodthirsty, and Super New Moons, where a werebeast go into a hibernation state.

[shadowqueen402]

Stormacus is a Negaboss that belongs to Jett, aka Wanderer of the Stormy Forest. The abilities he has reference the costumes they’re from.

Abilities:

Blue Fire Swords (from Bitter Blade)

Overwhelming Might (from Tyrant Wyvern)

Storm Tornadoes (from Sky Eagle)

Lightning Vision (from Storm Demon, Jett’s representative costume)

Ice Spikes (from Frozen Paladin)

Like Thanatos, Stormacus is also fast and capable of predicting the movements of the enemy due to sharing Jett’s superspeed and ability to read his opponents’ thoughts through the electrical pulses of their minds. He is born from Jett’s bitterness towards couples and his trust issues. One of the tricks to defeating Stormacus is watching the color his eyes glow. When his eyes glow purple, he will attack with his blue fire swords. When they glow indigo, he will use his lightning vision. When they glow red, he’ll attack with his power packed punches. A green glow from his eyes will signify his storm tornado attack will come next. And a blue glow will signify that he’ll rain down ice spikes. Will Aria be able to memorize the color code to defeat Stormacus and save Jett?

(Important fact: all Nega bosses only have up to three certain attacks. Figured I should let you know.)

Yes, Aria will recognize the color code. This will allow her to know which costume that she must use.

[shadowfreak98]

[Context: Avitius and the Freedom Fighters are recuperating after a rather difficult mission. They had fought one of Eggman Nega’s giant mechs, and Avi ended up getting knocked out mid fight]

-Avitius pokes at the food in front of him, feeling a bit uneasy with all of the Freedom Fighters surrounding him and making sure he was alright-

Avi:......

-Avitius’ eyes wander before they find Terios, who was smirking at him smugly and rubbing under his nose. The jackal narrowed his eyes a bit before getting an idea... and a sly grin-

Avi: Hmph. What’re you smiling about? According to the others, it sounds like mouse girl did more than you...

Terios: !

Terios: What?! I got you to safety!

Terios: And for the record, it was me who severed the mech’s giant robot arms with my spin dash!

Avi: You did that after I had emerged from unconsciousness and shot up the pressure points...

Terios:

-Avitius smirked triumphantly and crossed his arms. He shook his head and turned away-

Avi: I don’t remember anything about that... that’s not what happened.

A little word from me:

So uh... I have a move coming up at the end of February, so my activity here may be a bit more scarce. I am doing as much art as I can before I really have to buckle down and focus on packing... so most of my posts for now are gonna be older pieces from various things I have done [from other fanarts, to my personal projects that I am working on amongst my sonadow brain rot], as well as some reblogs of old stuff that I want to give some attention to.

That’s really it. I hope ya’ll like this lil sorta shitpost thing.

I haven’t really talked about any other of my sonic ocs nor the future au. I am still working out a bunch of things for them (and I wanna try and post my characters in chronological order from present to future)

Anyways, that’s all for now. ttyl guys. Have a wonderful day/night wherever ya’ll are.

[welcometomybraincomics]

Robits shorts organization [Masterpost]

Context! Context! read all about it!

Context 2, electric bogaloo

Differences between Station and Cybertronian culture

--Pre-Stations--

The tiny Mech's Field Shook Clicking [Merger/Mothership] First meeting [MTMTE; Acapella] Leaving the nest Prompt: Write about the first time you held someone's hand

--Stations--

Origin Story Summary of stations Universe Emotions Register [MTMTE] Things with Iacon and Kaon pitter against eachother [Beggining] Nega Group of Station mecha talking to eachother Blastwave, Scared [Fugative; MTMTE] Hostage [Fugative] Dismemberment Ethics Rescue Mission Danger [Cal and carn] Passing On [Carn] I don't love you [Kaon and Iacon] Station 7 Maul and Geode Twins and Gestalts Captivity was something Stationers never dealt well with Cross Cultural Interaction Divebomb Negotiations Cybertronians in Station space Station 2 [Kaon and Iacon] Leadership [Kaon and Iacon] Control Code Carnage's creche siblings What do you think you're doing!? "It's a sunny day in North Califorinia" Humble [Kaon and Iacon] I'm a tour guide, not a soldier! Speechless [Kaon and Iacon] Iacon is fucking territorial A moment of Tranquility Overprotective [kaon and Iacon] 59 [The twins are co-dependent in a very literal way] Strange pets [station 5] Prompt: This needs to be cleaned, The police will be here any minute Secret Masochism [Iacon] The value of life [Stations] Decepticon who? [Cross] Stubborn kids [Station 5] Wipe [Stations] Organic Vaporwave Horn-headed scraplets Regalia catches the twins like birds Babysitting [Regalia] Creating the twins Regalia decribing the Twins Regalia Size Difference

Sleeping together [Kaon and Iacon]

Bedrooms

Rescue [cross]

--Outside travel--

Prompt: You've discovered a new planet. Describe what you see Wandering traveler Blacket Sparkling [Cal and Carn] Going home [Cross] Carnage gossips when drunk Stowaway Temper [Acapella] Not my Fault [Nal'ta] Tiny Bastard Gladiator [cross] Stronger than you [Divebomb accidentally tazes a cybertronian out of commision] I just want to go home [cross] Decepticons kidnap thw twins, thinking they're Autobots Vicious [Magnum gets introduced to violent tendencies] Accidental Comedy [last hope] First encounter [Cross] Motherhship: The Horde Mothership: Pride Sparkless Rumors [cross/TFA] Nega [and her team] captured Carnage 120 Unworthy [Magnum] Perch [where twins got perching from] Incognito [Regalia] Manufactured avalanche Prompt: YOu live on an abandond island, describe your morning routine\ Mechanic [Backtrack] The Mothership

Twin terrors [Last hope]

Plot idea [Magnum/Stations]

First Outting [stations]

--Combiner AU--

Wreckless [merger/MTMTE] Fear Response

--Mother--

Prompt: Outside the window, you see something you can't believe Prompt: An island rose from the sea Mother was a Boundess force of nature Prompt: The sun rose for the final time Mother [Short] Mother [Narrative]

--Just the twins--

Out of reach Death Screams Goodbye Threat Fool's Errand An incredibly dark ally to take with the twins

--Black Void--

Turncoat [Black void]

New Recruit [Black Void]

Surprise [Black Void]

Mistaken Identity [Cross culture/ Black Void]

Routine [black void/Station 5]

Fortress [Black void????]