#solaris the wisp

[itz-pandora]

Parallels

The bottom two characters are OCs, and they're basically the Sol dimension versions of Chaos and Tikal (in my AU)

Cove the Wren and Solaris the Wisp

This is just a WIP/sketch, I don't know if I'll finish it

[pandoras-sonic-au]

Want to create more OCs for your story apart from Steel?

Hehe. Yeah

Grim the Goat, he's a "immortal" wizard in the Sol dimension who specializes in magic rocks. He's an antagonist (replaces Eggman Nega)

Cove the Wren, he's the guardian of the Master Emerald in the Sol dimension, and him and all of Sky Babylon are allies with Soleanna (Blaze's kingdom)

Solaris the Wisp (Yes I stole the name), she is basically the same as Chaos, except she is free, instead of trapped. She's like a Phoenix!

I've had these OCs on my mind for much longer than Steel, it's just harder to talk about them.

[robopoe]

OKAY SO I was hella bored and thinking about Scourge and Moebius in general and thought about how they never got around to making an Anti-Shadow, SO I decided to try my hand at it!!

Instead of using Black Arms DNA to create the Ultimate Lifeform, they used something else! Couldn't decide which idea I liked better, so made both instead!

PROJECT: SOLARIS: Over 500 years ago, a group of religious fanatics in Soleanna wanted to recreate their God, Solaris, using the Scepter of Light's stone. They succeeded, or so its said, and this Cult would reign over Soleanna. Tragedy strikes one day, however, erasing the cult from history and leaving the Temple of Solaris a desolate place few dared enter. They say you can find unfathomable treasure inside, perhaps even the Scepter of Light's stone, but those who enter too deeply don't tend to come back...

PROJECT: MOTHER WISP: On Moebius, the Wisps are a parasitic race that was wiped out simultaneously with with the peaceful Black Arms for unknown reasons. The Gerald Robotnik of that world wants to use the late race's DNA to create a cure for his granddaughter Maria's illness, and its reported that this research was going well! That is... until the accident...

I have so much lore and ideas for both aaaaaaa I don't know where to begin but just know Scourge interacting with either of them is a horrible idea for different reasons lmfaooo Also, Maria is very important to both of their stories, but not in the pleasant way.

[mothrabu-bu]

Throwback to the time I made mini Gaia and Solaris and then proceeded to ship them (bonus mini mother wisp)

[milksuu]

❝ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 ❞ ─── ☾⏺☽

pairing: yandere!aphelios x solari!priestess!reader (LoL)

warning: non/con, fem!reader, possessive/obsessive behavior, mentions of blood/violence, religious/fanatical behavior, unhealthy coping mechanisms, minor drug use, implied kidnapping, implied forced relationship, semi-public sex, unbalanced power dynamic, runeterra au

notes: sorry besties, he's a 10 but he's bat shit insane. (so an 11) also any mention of 'her' is the moon goddess, not alune. (we're leaving that sweet summer child out of this.) and for those who aren't aware, phel can speak when not under the influence of noctum, but unable to communicate with alune, which is uh...great in this case. (also not me wanting to write a second part like how why help?)

You never thought you’d stare into the pale visage of the Lunari man the village whispered about.

The one with a vacant face but deadly occupation. Your naïve belief in your own safe keeping was nothing more than an illusion. The sun always faded below the misted cliffs, only for the moon to take its place above the mountain’s highest peak. An endless cycle of hierarchical dominance that rinsed itself in blood and repeated in constant turmoil. Tonight would be no different.

“Don’t come any closer.”

A failed attempt to embolden your voice beyond a meek plea. You stiffened at the thunderous closing of the temple door. A clambering echo vibrated through the marble floor and pillars, past the rows of worship, up to where you stood at the crest of the ceremonial altar. The remaining resonance rattled and sang up your spine, shaking the candle light pinched between your fingertips. 

The figure sauntered forward, stepping into the drapes of moonshine filtering from the glass atrium above. Before you stood a deadly beauty; a handsome face rapt with enticing secrets. With a painted crescent that mocked your own solar marking of gold. His lips were a perfect horizontal line, and it was difficult to imagine the ability they possessed beyond lethal silence. His hallowed expression screamed danger—but there was no running away—not when the black abyss of his eyes invited you to stay.

 Not as a guest, but as his permanent resident.

“I’m warning you. Take one more step, and I’ll scream. The guards will come and they won’t hesitate to kill you—”

Your voice went taut inside your throat. Your breath sewn shut against your lungs. The weapon he carried listless at his side drenched itself in various hues of red. Fresh enough to steam in wisps around the sharpest point of the blade.

He stalked forward. The clack of his predetermined steps quickening the pace of your heart. When he stood at arms length, you felt the coldest touch of night. The veins layered beneath your skin pounded, flooding every inch of you with mortal dread. It was sickening to think the flush of your flesh would only make the spill of it all the better. The ‘Weapon of The Faithful’—titled by his own blasphemous people—spoke true. His name…you wished you could cleanse it from existence.

“Aphelios.” You damned the name like a plague upon all of Mount Targon. “Murderer. Blight. Heretic!” 

You jabbed and swung your candlelight in a pitiful attempt to create distance. His free hand quipped against it, sending it clambering to the ground, banishing the flame to the surrounding night. Creating a hazier veil of darkness where there was only one true light—his moon.

Out of sheer disdain, you attempted to slap his face in recoil. His unarmed hand caught you by the wrist, remaining still as you struggled to free yourself from his trained grasp. With force, he pried your hand open, palm exposed. He brought the skin of it to his stiff lips. Unmoving, he lingered there. His lashes fluttered closed; taking a moment of peace, a moment of prayer. 

A moment for sanctum. 

His eyes then winged opened, boring into you, through you. Body, bone and soul. And all you could do was tremble within them. Sinking without escape into those black depths of…nothing. 

In one swift motion, he brought the blade upwards, slicing through the thin linen of your garments. In a precise vertical line, your gown split into two equal halves. The insignificant barrier between you and him slipped to the ground, splaying like rags at your feet. Your head pounded for you to scream, but your own voice felt lost to you. Knowing it was all meaningless. 

No one would hear you. 

No one would save you.

Weakened by the surmounting despair of it all, if he hadn’t already had a hold on you, your legs would have given to the earth.

“No—“ you choked out, eyes brimming with tears. It must’ve looked pathetic; the way you placed your only free arm across your exposed breasts. As if any decorum of modesty would spare you. “Please—just kill me. Do nothing else but that. I beg of you.”

Your final sob for mercy reached ears that may as well have been carved of stone. He stalked closer, forcing your lower back to meet the mantled altar behind you. He’d sheathed his weapon, and took both of your hands within one tight grasp, in case you had half a mind to oppose him. You dipped your chin, heaving through a prayer with mournful hics and sniffled utterances. His advancing weight forced your trembling legs to part, and slotting himself between, created a space where your faith could never exist. 

You didn’t want to look at him, or rather, you couldn’t. Tears scorched your vision and seared down the round of your cheeks. You flinched when he took your chin, raising your blurry gaze to meet his. In those darkest of pools, something gave. An insignificant speck of light gleaming into a faint existence. His lips moved, but there was no sound. Instead, you traced the words from the bow of his mouth.

‘Forgive me.’

Your heart clenched. Diluted blood spiked with fear drowned your consciousness. It left no room for thoughts to linger; whether or not you imagined even an ounce of sympathy reflected in those sedated eyes. Whether or not you imagined he said anything at all. 

The entire world scattered away when he brought your face closer, and kissed away the tears staining the corners of your eyes. You fought to pull away, but he held firm, both your chin and hands locked in the cage of his fingers. From your cheeks, he skimmed his ghostly lips to your mouth. He muffled your protestive moans by filling up your mouth with all of his tongue. 

He gave you the salt taste of your own tears. That, and the taste of something else. A saccharine flavor with notes of floral and bitter earth. 

A reaction flourished; a slight tingle of your lips at first. It made his tongue feel hotter against yours, as parts of your upper mouth went numb. A stream of lukewarm paralysis seeped past your soft palate, filling every nook and cranny of your mindscape. Yet, the secondary symptoms didn’t stop there. An opposite wave traversed down your throat to your stomach, spilling fire throughout every layer of nerves. You clenched your lashes tight, shuddering a gasp into his open mouth.

When the pain settled into a dull simmer, you wondered briefly, had he felt it too? Had he consumed such a substance by choice? If that was a taste, what pain did he endure if he drank it like an offering of wine?

You didn’t want to imagine the terrible effects it might’ve had on his person. Not if it gave you even a single drop of sympathy. It was revolting enough his saliva was poisoning your pure sense of self. The fog of it sullying your inhibitions, stripping away your layers of moral preservation. To the absolute vitriolic parts of yourself, it made you consider…

What would it be like to be touched?

It was too sick and cruel of a thing to do to you. Since birth, you’d devoted your body and soul to your divine Goddess; The Golden Sister. You wanted to be disgusted by allowing the gift of yourself to become tainted by some awful man. No—he was worse than that. Or any word you could craft and cut the corners of your mouth with. He was, by biblical history, a Lunari man born from the cataclysmic eclipse of two moons. A day that marked the day of reckoning of the Solari faith and your people.

Your clouded senses and busied mouth made you unaware that his hand left your face to trail the mounds and curves of your body. A light touch drifting to your inner thighs. You jolted when a finger graced the sensitive hood of your exposed clit. Your thighs squirmed at his side as you attempted to jerk your knees. It did nothing and stirred nothing from him. Except bolster his conviction, tempting a finger lower, teasing your folds already glistening.

Although light-headed, you ripped your mouth away and nipped at his lip. It sprang forth droplets of blood, enough to taste his iron on your tongue. A trivial satisfaction. 

“May you burn at dawn,” you condemned and spat at his lips.

Unflinching, he withdrew his hand and brushed over the blood mark you left. Sweeping it across his bottom lip, along with your saliva, he rolled the consistency between his fingers in private contemplation. Before he looked you dead in the eyes and stuck his fingers inside his mouth. Sucking and licking till his fingers dripped. Watching sent a lightning strike coiling down your spine.

He loomed his weight forward until your back met the altar mantle. With your palms pinned above your head, and legs coaxed wider. His coated hand repositioned down to your entrance, and you writhed with any strength your body could lend. His hold wrapped around your wrists squeezed, gentle in its reprimand. He leaned down to brush his face at the side of your cheek.

“Please…for your own sake.” 

Your eyes widened at his frayed whispers stringing together. Breathing life into what seemed like an empty shell of a person. The frigid space between his mouth and your ear kindling with the slightest bit of warmth. It was what you feared the most. Forced to accept he was every bit human, with a horrid courtesy to use polite words and a pleasant, sickening tone. More insult to your injury. You wished he hadn’t spoken at all. Letting you believe in your mind that he was more aberration or phantom. Or anything else that carried not a single hint of a beating heart.

“I don���t want to hurt you…not anyone, really.” Again, comforting yet noxious. And it made whatever was inside you throb so terribly. As if he could sense it, he reached for it. His salivated finger split through your folds, sliding into the heat of your cunt. It elicited a drawn out whimper as you felt the sensual brush of it against a bed of tingling nerves. Gradually revealing a hidden desire you hadn’t wanted to gratify him with.

“But you…and your people…need to accept what can’t be denied any longer.” He punctuated his words with each thrust of his finger as it curved into that crescent shape you despised so much. Yet, you couldn’t deny the way it made your most feminine parts unravel at the seams. ”No matter how high your sun rises, my heavenly moon will always eclipse it. And fill the sun with Her beauty for all to see.“

A hitched whine fluttered past your lips as he easily slipped a second finger. While the heel of his palm pressed in circles, spreading your arousal and stimulating your plumping clit. Your cunt unashamedly sucked on his long fingers, encouraging him to mold and form you into what he needed you to be—a conduit for the undying affections of his faith.

“You might not see it, but the divine path has been shown to me. The one that’s led me to you. You can feel it at least, can’t you?” He flexed his digits and plunged a third finger. Deeper than the last, fuller than before. Your hips rolled forward on their own accord, craving every bit of attention from his touch.

With deliverance, you answered the question with a wail and arch of your back. Your whole body washed its nerves in a blinding heat. His fingers curled and flexed at your hungry walls clenching around him. It pushed a gush of sticky fluid from your twitching hole into his circling palm. Coming down from the spasms, you sobbed at the humiliating response of your body. 

“So you do feel it.” There was a hidden sentiment of relief in his otherwise placid delivery. As if he’d purged the last blot of doubt that restrained him. You swallowed a mouthful of whines as his probing fingers continued undulating inside you. “Your body…it’s begging to devour me in all its warmth. And mine, yearning to take all your bright stars and bathe you by moon glow alone. Wanting us—and only us—to become one.” 

Without warning, he emptied you of his fingers, a filthy squelch following with it. You sucked in a gasp at the crippling cold he left you with. But he wouldn’t abandon you for long. Shifting in the dark haze above you, he unsheathed his length from his garments and pressed himself against your sopping cunt. He dragged his fullness against your swollen and slicked folds. He wasn’t even inside you, yet you felt an agonizing cramp fisting in your stomach. 

“By Her orders, by Her design…” he spoke through tight whispers, strained by his own anticipation. Pressing his full weight down, he hovered mere inches above you, panting bouts of aroused breaths against your lips. “Let us Converge.”

You squirmed and bucked underneath him. “Nn…not with you…anyone but—!”

You broke off into a high-pitched cry as he stretched you open, filling you up till he bottomed out, and pressed up to the hilt of his hips. He silenced both of your newly coupled hymns with his mouth, and each lap of his tongue matched the tempo of his generous thrusts. The sharp, intrusive pinch died as quickly as it came—the insignificant remnants of toxin dulling bits and pieces of certain pain receptive nerves. A gift, perhaps, in this instance. He had also prepped you well enough to accept all of his adoration, as intended. Another gift, as someone of his ‘giving’ nature may phrase it.

Pulling away slowly, the tip of his head rubbed graciously against every ridge of your swelling walls, before languidly pushing back, going past where you seemed to end. Beyond your farthest points you hadn’t thought existed. Pressing and rubbing all your soft spots and cervix with careful deliberation.

Then again, and again, and again.

“Can you feel it…my devotion…” he groaned into your open-mouthed kisses, continuing to work himself inside you. You weren’t even sure if he was speaking to you, or through you to his false Goddess. 

His free hand found the round flesh of your breast, rolling your budded nipple delicately between the pad of his thumb and index. The other hand, squeezing at your captured wrists, but never tight enough to bruise. He had you lulling in a spellbinding rhythm underneath him, your hands fastened above your head, and hair spilling over the opposite side of the altar. When his mouth left your full lips, he possessed the nape of your neck, sucking the delicate skin above your life line. Your mewls, laced with the chasteless sounds of his base squelching at your entrance, leapt your pulse to an unreturnable pace.

“So warm,” he moaned low, staving off a growing need to revel in his own whines of ecstasy. “This pure sunlight of yours…I’m blessed to be the one who takes it. And you should be too. What an honor it is to be of service to my moon.”

You wanted to hate everything about it. The way he kissed you, the way he moved inside you—but you couldn’t. Every stiff and engorged part of him pressed almost lovingly against your most vulnerable parts; but that wasn’t the proper word for it. His affectionate caresses were zealous in origin. Not even for you. And boderlined a hedonistic doctrine you couldn’t describe. It would’ve been better if he were a man of barbaric qualities; rough and brutal. Not purposeful and diligent and—dared you admit it—tender. If he were the former, then your disgust could be justified, and your body would refuse him in its own rightful way. But it defied you, the lecherous thing. Insisting you melted beneath him and reduce to nothing but a drenched mess. Completely at the mercy of this Lunari man’s act of worship.

“Are you finally realizing it now? How generous my Goddess is compared to yours.” He abandoned the curve of your throat. Within the flush of his face, his eyes were suppled in absolute vindication at your shameless image. “How willing you are to accept me—to accept Her.”   

“N-No…I’m…not…I won’t,” you pried your tongue for words.

He drawled out a quivering whine from your mouth. His body picking up to an impassioned pace, rutting into your sweltering heat. Tethering on his own abandoned pleasure. Your legs pushed themselves wider, opening yourself up more for him, drawing him deeper to pound against the tender knot growing in your belly. 

Choked moans tightened in his throat. Your radiance gripped him with conviction, burning him so divinely from tip to base. Dragging him closer to your complete consummation. His fingers caught the contour of your face, tilting your head back. Your already swimming eyes rolled to follow, and watered at the sight of your Solari Goddess. Carved out from the temple wall, her sacred marbled gaze met your disgraceful expressions. 

“That’s…hn…alright. You can lie to me. I’ll—we’ll always forgive you. But can you say the same for your deity? As she watches her little sunlight being pleasured by the moon’s devoted weapon. I—ha…doubt it very much.” An airy laugh cut through his thick moans intertwined with yours. He continued, inhaling and exhaling his words, raspy and down right broken. “It’s—almost our time…as reverence…your insides…with all of my…”

You couldn’t refuse the vile implication of his words. Not when his thickened, throbbing cock lapped achingly against your muddled core. Your blood boiled, draining out from your collapsing bodily veins to well up inside your stomach. Applying a pressure that made you want to burst into unmendable fractals of yourself. And you did—that tight knot broke in an instant, dilating your insides in a blaze of heat. Flooding you so wholly, you almost forgot to breathe through your delirious sobs of release. 

When the smooth ridges of your walls clamped down, you heard it first as a moan of afflicted surrender on his part. Then, the cock buried inside you pulsed. A stream of white-hot fluid poured into you, shooting well past your cervix, bathing your womb with his warmth. But he didn’t stop there, continuing to indulge. He pumped and pushed the concoction of unified fluids till it poured past his base, and dripped in milky heaps from your hole. His pelvic and abdominal muscles shuddered as his hips rolled slowly but needingly, nursing himself through his over-stimulating climax.

From your tearful, half-lidded gaze, you witnessed a wet glisten in his own eyes. Whether induced by overwhelming pleasure or pained remorse, you would never know. You didn’t want to know.

It didn't matter.

They evaporated the moment he blinked again.

When the heaves and pants subsided, only the echoes of your whimpers remained. Unfastening his grasp from your wrists, his icy hands cupped your sulking face, idly running his thumbs across your soaked cheeks.

“I understand your pain. Believe me, I do. But no amount of tears will keep the celestial cycle from shifting in the moon’s favor. Like any phase, there will be a moment when you won’t hate me as you do now. You might even come to...love me.”

The way he paused made it seem he had no sense for the word. Or what the difference was between what was love and obsession. The look he possessed didn’t instill solace, either; his eyes mere slits of black against his porcelain face. Promising the moment you dared turn away from him, the back of your neck would bleed.

”I swear to you. From this night on, you’ll burn brightest by my reflection. And only my reflection. So long as there's breath and blood in this body, I’ll protect your sunlight from ever fading in the hands of anyone less deserving than mine. By cosmic fate, you’re my entire purpose, my entire existence...” he bent and kissed the solar marking painted on your forehead. “My orbit.” 

[metagalacafe]

Thank you for voting fecto flora 💖💖💖

@kirbyoctournament

COMIC BONUS!:

EVERYONE FEATURED!

Valfrey: @gethoce

Sir uther: @quanblovk

Varin: @golemsfire

Peony(rosy moth): @springbreezes-and-peonies

Peony(the spider kid) @giantchasm

Lady celestine: @kirbybecomesastarwarrior

Rainbow dee: @cali-kabi

Flylass: @george228732

Anti: @boa35

Artemis: @isaackkkbunn

Rifty: @dizzy-dudd

David: @jayden-for-now

Mapobas: @sacrificecage

Solaris knight: @solarisaeon

Fitaphim: @thehollyraven

Strawberry: @thepageofthemicocee

Dolos: @nightcovefox

Zerpy: @taranzas-biggest-fan

Moonstone: @m0x1ez

Periwinkle: @shibuyatoastedcursor

Wisp: @moonsharkss

Star: @c0ffee-7

Dazor: @a-stardusted-sky

Lady nebula: @mercyillustrator

[crusherthedoctor]

Him wanting Black Doom back I hate to be honest is cuz he can't handle that

-Sonic games can actually kill off/end threats

-Handle writing Shadow without it being tied to memory bullshit

Just read Shadow Fall. He's just mindlessly retreading with crap drama, adds new OC insinuated as being better, and then randomly later ties that to wisps when no one asked

He has a compulsive need of making random connections, and hates when things are their own individual legend that ended

I've said before that one of his biggest habits that grates on me (y'know, aside from all the other ones) is his need to connect everything to everything. I know it's to make the world seem bigger, but it ends up having the opposite effect. It's a hack's method of applying richness.

It's one thing to choose a specific pre-established lore to connect your story to, like how SA1 is linked to S3&K due to them both involving Angel Island lore. But when Chaos is linked to Black Arms, who are linked to Solaris, who is linked to Dark Gaia, who is linked to the Babylonians, and just for good measure here's the Metarex for some reason, it might as well be a bad fanfic.

[blazehedgehog]

Sonic Forces but you have the ability to choose which villains return. No character limit. Who would you pick?

The sad part is Sonic doesn't have a huge rogues gallery if all you're picking from is the games. We have:

Eggman

Metal Sonic

Metal Knuckles

Tails Doll

Chaos

Shadow

Biolizard

Mephiles/Iblis/Solaris

Dark Gaia

Time Eater

Nega Wisp Queen

The Deadly Six

Lyric

Infinite

(bolded entries are already in Sonic Forces)

I suppose what I would probably do, if I wanted to make all of this seem like a threat, is I'd use the Phantom Ruby to summon the ultimate form of all the biggest bads. So Perfect Chaos, The Final Hazard (Biolizard), Solaris, Nega Wisp Queen, and Time Eater. Make Sonic face all of the ultimate evils. Really show how all-powerful the Phantom Ruby is that all of them are actually under control now (because they're all holograms or whatever). And you could really mess up the world like this, too. Instead of having a bunch of robots we've already beaten before, now we have Gods stomping around, who literally level full cities, whole planets and even entire timelines in the blink of an eye.

Without the chaos emeralds, Sonic is deeply outclassed. It could not be more hopeless.

We could say that each monster gets their own region. Time Eater gets Green Hill. FinalHazard gets space, which we could even say is Space Colony Ark now instead of the Death Egg (it's not like it matters). Perfect Chaos gets the Metropolis. Solaris gets Sunset Heights, and Nega Wisp gets, I dunno, Mystic Forest or whatever.

Your goal then is to figure out alternative ways to disable each creature. Every person in Sonic's team contributes ideas. But, when it becomes clear that the battle is being lost, Infinite appears and absorbs that particular creature.

The final boss then is the ultimate ultra powered Infinite, with the powers of all Gods at his disposal. But Sonic has one thing Infinite can never steal: the power of friendship. Infinite has absorbed all of his allies and stands alone. Sonic has friends that support him and watch his back, and together, they take down Infinite.

(But Blaze, what about Metal Sonic? You aren't going to remove him, are you? No -- he gets Mortar Canyon. He's the only thing that isn't a Phantom Ruby illusion, but Eggman uses it on him when its clear Metal is losing and he turns in to Metal Overlord)

[pinksilvace]

Obsessed with the accidental baby acquisition for Solaris, especially if Eclipse hears it

Eclipse: baby???? *looks down at his wisps* I think that's mean... only to say it about one of them...

Solaris: I meant you

Eclipse: ME??? Excuse me? Can a baby DO THIS? (teleports around and throws a Chaos Spear)

Solaris, reclining with a cup of tea: Baby is a state of mind and, in your case, a state of body

Eclipse, caught on the word "state": We're banned from seven countries and I don't think any of them have a place called "Baby"

[fazkins]

HAII

We were wondering if u could do some Cassidy name and pronoun suggestions?

I dont have much else idea wise, sorry :( all i know is like gold stuff i dont like ://

hey hey!! sorry if these arent the best ^^ if you dont like them, feel free to send in another request and i or soos will give it another shot :D

NAMES:

Zephyr 🐻

Marcellus/Marceline 🎆

Thorne 🐻

Enyo/Enzo 🎆

Draven/Raven/Evren 🐻

Bandit 🎆

Saffron 🐻

Solaris/Solar 🎆

Aurum 🐻

Ursidae/Ursi 🎆

PRONOUNS:

bear/bearself 🐻

au/auself* 🎆

nyx/nyxself 🐻

wisp/wispself 🎆

ghost/ghostself 🐻

spir/spirit/spiritself 🎆

dark/darkself or light/lightself 🎆

spook/spookself 🐻

trick/trickself 🎆

treat/treatself 🐻

*this is a gold thing though but thought it might be nuanced to maybe slip by? ^^ its based on the periodic table

i hope you find something that you connect with, best of luck!! :D and lmk if you want something different!

-🧸💤

[itz-pandora]

Sonic OC!

She's for my rewrite of Sonic. She's supposed to be the Sol dimension's version of Chaos.

I'm calling her Solaris because Mephiles and Iblis's fusion doesn't need that name tbh

(And Soleanna is the name of Blaze's kingdom because Elise isn't even in my AU)

She's supposed to be a Wisp, like how Chaos is supposed to be a Chao, but she looks like a phoenix

Also, Babylonians (All the birds) are supposed to take the place of the Echidnas in the Sol dimension, but Jet, Wave, and Storm are in the Chaos Dimension still.

(Decision based off Sky Babylon in Sonic Rush Adventure and the fact the Babylon Rogues aren't from the same planet in Sonic Riders: Zero Gravity)

Fire (Sol Emeralds) + Bird (Babylonians) = Phoenix (Solaris)!!

[autumns-character-repository]

OC Masterlist

This is a list of all the OCs that I've written anything significant about, rather than just coming up with a vague design and name. I will be updating this from time to time, with links to relevant posts I've made about the characters. Yes, there are some running themes in my characters, I am very predictable.

Destiny 2:

Varri Selura: Awoken Warlock, risen shortly after the Curse of the Dreaming City is applied. Favours Void and Stasis subclasses. Primarily uses sniper rifles and hand canons in the field. Vex scholar, Hidden Operative and painfully bisexual. Loves tea, horror stories and beeswax candles in her downtime. Avoids Crucible like the plague, but enjoys Gambit occasionally.

Warframe:

Cyndorea (Tenno): Eldest of the children aboard the Zariman, favours Wisp, Mag and Harrow warframes. Wanted to be an Archimedian when she graduated. Has a strong interest in Tenno philosophy and metalworking. Lover of tea and Solaris detective novels.

Cyndorea (Drifter): Eldest of the children aboard the Zariman, and seemingly the only survivor of her iteration of the ship. Extremely photosensitive, and a writer of bad poetry. Has a moderate addiction to Tasoma extract, which she used to manage her nightmares. Surprisingly good at the Shawzin.

The Elder Scrolls:

Llaros Arianell: Dunmer Archmage, born to a Telvanni father and an Ashlander mother. Apprenticed under a Telvanni magister until his death, when she moved to Skyrim and started attending the College of WInterhold

Gwyneth Ashfield: Breton Conjurer, originally from Daggerfall, but has since moved to Bruma in Cyrodiil. Aspiring author of mystery novels, but struggles to find a publisher.

RWBY:

Sable Armitage: Cuttlefish Faunus, born and raised in Vale. Prone to severe nightmares and sleep paralysis. Prefers a cane sword in combat. Formerly a Huntress, but allowed her certification to expire in favour of becoming a freelancer. Her Semblance, That Which Eternal Lies, allows her to create an area in which living things are forced to fall asleep around her, with the further ability of forcing dreams upon those in her grasp.

The Owl House:

Thalia Dorn: A Witch initially from the Toes, who moved to Bonesborough following the Day of Unity and the Collection. Student at Hexside, studying Abomination and Oracle magic. Eventually gets a teaching position at the University of Wild Magic, teaching the history of magical development.

[beetlesockss]

🎆2022 art summary (happy new years!!)

wooo!! 2023 amiright? i've been excessively stressed today, but here, have a fun compilation of all my art through the year!!

yeahh, this year was an interesting one for my art lol

january- abzu fanart

february- old oc art (evan, he/him)

march- ginga fanart :))

april- warrior cats au fanart

may- scourge hot topic lmao

june- oc art (solaris, he/they)

july- artfight attack on snowpaw (owned by druid's hollow on yt!!)

august- oc art (sentinel, he/him)

september- ori and the will of the wisps fanart

october- halloween oc art

november- yae miko fanart with hakama

december- art of a friend (love u taco <33)

[petalsonfacesnovinesthough]

Sonic Quilford AU stuff 8, because I'm still thinking things up

Technically, both Solaris and Mephiles existed in Non Existence after the events of 06, despite how one is half of the other. Solaris stayed there for 26 years until Generations, when he returned to history, though restoring a past where he did exist, but wasn't experimented on. Mephiles however, stayed put until a year and a half later, getting pulled out thanks to The Chaotix, and eventually wandering the world, doing his own thing as a half-mortal

The Rose family continued after Amy due to a deal struck with Shadow, allowing her and Metal to use the cloning devices on The ARK. Some DNA tweaking and three months later, Rowan Rose is "born", eventually leading to the birth of everyone's favorite timetraveler

Due to the immense Chaos Energy that naturally flows through him, and its incompatibility with Hyper-go-on/Color Power, Shadow is incapable of harnessing any energy a Wisp lends him. For similar reasons, Knuckles and Cream would have a much lower threshold for "maximum Color Power". Conversely, of course, Shadow's "Sol counterpart"(except not, because Thanks Solaris and Lunorin), Blanche the Tiger, was designed to harness Color Power

Rouge has a large family she still keeps in touch with, sending letters and less obviously stolen gifts for them

After divorcing Cone, Vanilla went back to using her maiden name, Cittenfloff, which is also what Cream uses(For anyone wondering, Cone's last name is Barrenitch)

Since Mania happens before Chaotix, and Heavy Magician wiped the events of Mania from everyone's memory, Knuckles technically met Mighty twice. Once after getting dropped in Green Hill from The Phantom Ruby, and then on Northeast Isle

Despite having interest in Silver, Blaze is actually betrothed to someone for a future political marriage. A noble from the Quence kingdom, Visto the Peacock. He acts exactly as you'd expect.

Kitsunami eventually decides to go back to his original name, Karrent. Surge, on the other hand, decides that Spark just isn't her name anymore, sticking with Surge

[zydrateacademy]

Current Activities in Warframe #11

My concerns from the previous post were alleviated to a certain degree.

For one, getting Cetus rep is actually pretty damn easy, if tedious. Mostly a matter of finding groups of animals to tranq. The one-hunt-at-a-time doesn't cut it so I just kind of ignore the nests and instead fly around looking for groups of cats, rabbits, and buzzards to shoot. If I'm quick enough I can hit 2-4 before their mates flee. Good chunks of rep there. Had to do a bit of mining to get the gems necessary to max out Cetus, now I just need a couple more days to actually max the rep itself. There's an area on the corner of Cetus, a grineer cave that has an absolute fuckton of mining points. Just have to deal with the odd grineer spawn but it's usually one or two, very manageable, and don't have to deal with the jetpack cunts. After I max Cetus, I need to buy a specific type of bait which feeds into an item I need to get my new amp.

And as for the Quills, I find myself just random queueing the Eidolon Cull bounty and it's been largely successful. I completely forgot what I was doing the first run and got made fun of briefly (didn't know I had to plug in a thing at a place) but after that most random groups have been silently crushing it. I put my Rubico back on which is built to hit those transistor looking things on the Eidolons and that's about where my ability to contribute ends.

Next we have Vox Solaris, which seems to be more a matter of spamming Profit Taker/Exploiter which can be a chore bit in randoms it's not too bad. Same thing with the Eidolon hunts except I'm generally more useful against the Exploiter. I still don't 'get' what to do to the Profit Taker though so I just kind of bring wisp, drop motes, and summon my necramech to kill adds.

Next we have the Necralisk and the Entrati which is frankly a huge step backward. With Cetus hunting you can just tranq and capture and you instantly get rep. I guess they thought that was too easy. On Deimos you get 'tags' and you can only convert them into tokens as bundles. At this point I'm starting to just think spamming Mother bounties (the ~150 ones especially) is the way to go for this rep. Two ~150 bounties can basically max the rep for a day. I'm wondering if that was the point.

All in all it's more of a chore than anything. There's a reason I've been stuck on Entrati rank 3 for a multitude of years. All the trades for their tokens is just annoying. It's not just "turn in 6 Kavat tags", noooo it's "I need 4, 6, and 10 tags from three different animals before I give you 4 of my tokens". Christ.

It's no wonder my favorite rep to max out was the Zariman. Find voidplumes, give voidplumes, sometimes trade some resources for voidplumes, that's it. That's all you have to do.

[crusherthedoctor]

I'm up for new villains, but not every one gotta led to "let's use this to dunk on Eggman's 'silly' villainy again" debates.

(Saying this as someone who witnessed this quite a lot of times with Bowser. I understand being fatigued with both being the final boss in most instances, but let's not entertain the idea that both series need new or "better" main villains.)

The problem is that this franchise has usurped Eggman with new villains so many times that you expect it every time a new one shows up, even when there's no hint of it until the end.

I don't think enough fans realise just how many times it's actually happened, and how it conditions you to expect it. Chaos in SA1. Gerald/Biolizard in SA2. Neo Metal Sonic in Heroes. Out of control Emerl in Battle. Out of control G-Merl in Advance 3. Black Doom in ShtH. Mephiles/Solaris in '06. Nega in Rivals 1. Nega again in Rivals 2. SCR-HD in Zero Gravity. Ix in Chronicles. Dark Gaia in Unleashed. Lyric in Rise of Lyric. The End in Frontiers. These are just the games, not even counting the times it's happened in the comics. They might not all work the same, and some may be more indirect or unintentional than others, but the final effect remains the same: leaving fans with the impression that Eggman is a chump by comparison.

Even during the Pontaff era, where this cliche was mostly and thankfully absent (that includes Lost World, since it was ultimately a subversion), I still felt dread when the Deadly Six and Infinite were first revealed. That's how much I've been conditioned to expect it. I know it sounds dramatic, but what do you expect when it's went on for this long, and has now returned with a vengeance thanks to the double whammy of IDW and Frontiers?

I lol at anyone who expresses fatigue at Eggman being the final boss, since it's in part thanks to them that he rarely gets to fucking be it. But muh Nega-Wisp Armor reskins? Yeah, what about them? You don't suppose the solution would be to simply branch out, instead of replacing him with less interesting characters (if they even have a character to speak of) that normally have shit boss fights anyway?

I'm not opposed to the mere idea of non-Eggman villains existing in the series. I'm not that unreasonable. But when I'm conditioned to expect the worst because both the series and the fans can't get enough of it, you shouldn't be surprised when I express caution whenever they show up.