#sonic becoming a robot

[superbellsubways]

bonus points if they start caring for people either platonically or romantically

[itz-pandora]

Thanks Anon, Shadamy is now something that happens in the misc AU, albeit brief.

[biweekly-metamy]

73. murderous

[un-pearable]

i'm claiming custody of mohawk sonic and ittybittytails. the lack of satam compilations does a disservice to their memory. this is the man you hate???

[futuristichedge]

[hugsandchaos]

If Team Dark was in Sonic Boom, I feel that it would be funny if Rouge was introduced by Shadow making sure she gets home okay while she’s drunk and one or two of the members find him walking her home. Or maybe Rouge finds them first and Shadow appears to get her back to her house, and Rouge pretty much calls him her little brother. Shadow is 100% going to use that to mess with her tomorrow morning. Omega being there would be funny, too.

Rouge, drunk: How dare you call my little brother a villain! He’s just antisocial!

Shadow, picking Rouge up and pulling her off Sonic: Rouge, stop trying to fight people who don’t like me while drunk.

Omega: AGREED. INTOXICATION NEGATIVELY INFLUENCES YOUR ABILITY TO FIGHT.

[they-hermes]

waittt sonic posting but i believe sincerely that metal sonic doesn't want to be sonic, as in the the blue flesh hedgehog, but he wants to be his own version of what he thinks "sonic" is supposed to be. like to him "sonic" is a robot, and metal is a robot, therefore he is sonic. he's not trying to be someone hes not, bc metal believes that he already is sonic, he's trying to show others that he is already the true sonic.

[hadesknockedupintheunderworld]

What if I was insane again about the first thing Alpha Grim Sonic hearing when Nine creates him is his purpose—that he is Nine's friend?

Friendship as a concept in Prime is handled interestingly among its main characters. As Sonic (who thinks he knows a lot about friendship) comes to deepen his understanding of what it means to have a home/be home, I think it's safe to say his definition of friendship develops along with it. Compare this to Nine, who's learned everything he knows about "friendship" and personal relationships in general through his relationship with Sonic (at least, after his childhood of bullying).

So of course I think about Nine, who never wants to be hurt again, yet can no longer bear feeling alone (not after feeling that sense of companionship and belonging with someone else), which results in him creating a warped version of friendship for himself (one where he is surrounded by people, but people who only do whatever he wants, who have no opinions and thoughts of their own, who can't backstab him). And so I think about Alpha Grim Sonic, who is the very first robot Nine creates under this idea of frienship and companionship.

Nine is his master, and Alpha Grim Sonic is his protector, his bodyguard, his weapon

But he's also his friend.

Alpha Grim Sonic doesn’t talk back (can't even if he wanted to), but his purpose has always been clear to him: be Nine's friend. That's what he was created to be.

So I imagine Alpha Grim Sonic performing his purpose to the T at first under Nine's framework. He's Nine's friend, so he does whatever Nine commands, he never talks back or challenges authority, he protects Nine at all cost. And then, perhaps unbeknownst to Nine, he begins to shift ever so gradually. Sure, he's never insubordinate, he never offers up opinions, he still can't speak, but the lines of devotion begin to blur.

Is it in his code? Is out of a real sense of feeling?

Alpha Grim Sonic does not understand friendship, no matter whether it believes it does or not. But it's ironic to me if, despite being created under Nine's warped idea of it, the robot slowly grows their own soul, witnesses other displays of frienship and care, and drifts outside the bounds of that idea (a carefully crafted painting begins to leak out of its frame, expanding the masterpiece). They protect Nine, they do only what he commands, and yet they hate to see Nine in pain, they wish to bring Nine comfort (and so it feels good to him when Nine commands him to do such things that might bring his master comfort).

Does this make any sense? To believe that friendship means to hold one person on a pedestal, to protect them, to only listen to them, to never talk back, to never have opinions, and yet, despite believing what your creator tells you of friendship with them (your very purpose in this existence), to slowly fall further into those feelings that true care and love for another person brings, to wish to comfort someone the way one might describe a true friend would, despite not realizing any of this.

[avoidmint]

Wasn't having the best art day but I did manage to do some OC art at the end of it. Needed to practice drawing armor so who better than my Knight Aesthetic Forces OC, Glaive the Dog! He's kind of an ass.

This armor concept is probably not what I'm sticking with in the long term just a first attempt.

Fun fact; His wispon is actually a greatsword I will probably never draw because designing it how it works in my head has proven... difficult to say the least! Also he's got two prosthetics, his left arm and right leg.

And yes he does bite.

[bloodmoon24]

I really love robots like these guys, and now I’m planning on making a robot like the Robo Fizzies, so get ready for that. This’ll be my fifth robot OC

[robo-swag]

[skaruresonic]

actually, you remember that recent, er, thing that happened where I pointed out to someone that Metal wasn't exactly "screaming" about his existential woes during the Metal Madness or Metal Overlord fights, and they chain-blocked me and my mutuals in response?

I remember one time on Twitter, Kyle told Greeny he hoped her life "gets better soon" when she pointed out that Metal stated that he transformed himself with his own two hands, in contradiction to a claim Flynn had made.

[littlefankingdom]

Some stupid Prime memes I made

Light spoilers under the cut

[melonthesprigatito]

A while ago I saw a post that was essentially "Who would win if your latest blorbo got into a fight with your first ever blorbo?"

I dunno, that would be an interesting match up actually.

[ryetherat]

skater boys

[doomfox]

No. Not this. Not again.

Please... not again.

Miles ran, scrambling  through the foliage of Emerald Hills, desperately attempting to escape his pursuers. Behind him, the sound of larger kids whooping and jeering followed, the little fox running to escape their torment. Tears leaked down his face, the kit snatching a glance back in the direction of the bullies...

A mistake. Miles yelped as he ran into something, falling back onto his rump with a squeak. Fearfully, he looked to find one of the bullies who had been chasing him, having split from the main group to cut him off.

“Well...” the older cub sneered, “looky what we found ‘ere!”

Miles shrank, ears pinning, twin tails wrapping around himself defensively as the other bully ran from the bushes behind him.“’ello there, freak!” the other cackled, muzzle split in a malicious grin, “where d’ya fink you’re goin’?”

“P... please...” Miles whimpered, paling beneath the jeers and sneers of the older children, “don’t hurt me...”

“’urt ya?” Bully 1, a fox known as Blunt, pinned his brows in mock confusion, “we ain’t gonna ‘urt ya!”

“Y... you aren’t?”

“Nah!” the second bully, Stump, leered as she towered over the smaller kit, “we jus’ wanna chat to ya!”

“Ch...” Miles stammered, confused. “Chat?”

“Yeah!” Blunt lowered to Miles’ level, grinning maliciously. “Y’see freak, we fink we can solve all yer problems!”

“You... can?”

“Sure!” Stump cackled, “maybe if we... pull one o’ ‘dose tails off, ya can be a normal kid like what we are!”

“What??”

“Yeah!” Blunt added, the two larger foxes now crowding the frightened kit, “So c’mere, freak! We’re gonna fix ya!”

“No!” Miles cowered, quivering in terror, “please!” The two larger cubs cackled and laughed as they grabbed at his tails, Miles desperately trying to curl into a ball to protect himself. “Help me!” He cried, tears dribbling from his eyes as he squeezed them shut, “somebody help me!!”

It was hopeless. Nobody would. Nobody ever did. Why would they help a mutant freak like him?

WHOOSH.

Miles remained curled, shaking, as the shockwave of something very fast roared by.

“What the...”

Miles opened an eye. He twitched an ear to what sounded like... jets?

“What da bleedin’ ‘eck is dat???”

Curiosity driving him, Miles unfurled and opened his eyes to investigate what had spooked the older kids.

He gasped. His eyes went wide. Floating above them, suspended on some kind of propulsion system... a gleaming blue, hedgehog-shaped machine hovered. It glowered down at the trio of foxes with glowing red optics, head cocking to on side with the whirr of mechanics, optics locking on the two who still stood.

“WHA’ IS DAT FING??”

“WHO CARES??? LEG IT!!!!”

And with that, Blunt and Stump scurried away back into the brush, screaming at the top of their lungs about killer robots.

Miles remained still. He stared up at the machine, fascinated. It looked back to him, stared for a moment... then turned and boosted away, apparently losing interest.

“Wait!” Miles scrambled to his feet, already scampering after the machine, “wait! Come back!” He  ran, pumping his little legs as hard as he could. The machine didn’t appear to be moving at full speed, more cruising than anything, but it ignored him all the same. “Wait!” Miles ran harder, faster, breathing heavily. His tails began moving, of heir own accord, beginning to twist and wind with a power he never displayed in front of anyone. His feet left the ground, toes skimming over the grass... and he flew, clenching his fists as he pushed himself to catch up with the machine.

Soon he found himself matching its pace, the robot still oblivious to his presence as it cruised through the air. “Hey!” Miles squeaked, waving as it snapped its head to face him. “Hi!” It stared at him a moment, released a squirt of static, and increased its pace. Miles watched it go and responded in kind, rocketing after the thing with arms at his sides like aeroplane wings.

They repeated the process. The machine noted his presence, flew faster in irritation, and Miles made chase. He pushed himself, flying faster than he ever had, his tails aching with the effort but the little fox keeping on regardless. Soon they were moving at crazy speeds, the grass beneath them parting with twin slipstreams.

Then, as quickly as it had accelerated away, the machine hit the brakes. Miles slowed too, banking around to reverse his course and join the robot where it planted into the grass on red-painted feet. He gaped as he approached it, inspecting its gleaming blue form with fascinated eyes.

“QUERY.” Miles jumped as it spoke, synthetic vocals flat and direct. “EXPLAIN INTENTION OF PURSUIT.”

Miles blinked. “Huh?”

“REPEAT QUERY.” It lowered its visor, imitating a scowl of irritation. “EXPLAIN INTENTION OF PRUSUIT.”

“You mean...” Miles squeaked, “why am I following you?”

“AFFIRMATIVE.”

“Because... because you saved me from those bullies!”

The head cocked with a whir. “PREVIOUSLY ENCOUNTERED ORGANICS WERE IN THIS UNIT’S FLIGHT PATH.”

“Well, yeah...” Miles’ ears drooped and he fumbled with his tails, “but still! They were real mean and they hurt me all the time and make fun of me and... and I just wanted to say thanks!”

It stared blankly. “GRATITUDE IS UNNCESSARY. THIS UNIT HAS NO INTEREST IN THE AFFAIRS OF ORGANICS.”

“Wait! Don’t go!” Miles pleaded as the machine made to move past him. “You’re a robot, right??”

The machine paused, head swivelling to scowl at him. “AFFIRMATIVE. EXPLAIN PURPOSE OF QUERY.”

“Well, I love machines!” Miles squeaked, little teeth baring as he grinned at the thing, “And you’re the coolest thing I’ve EVER seen!” His nose twitched, ears pricking as he inspected the machine again. “My name’s Miles! Miles Prower! Do you have a name?”

The machine paused, red optics now scanning side-to-side as it processed. “UNIT DESIGNATION... PROCESSING. UNIT DESIGNATION... METAL... METAL... FURTHER INFORMATION UNAVAILABLE.”

Miles cocked his head quizzically. “You don’t remember?”

“... NEGATIVE. MEMORY BANKS DEPLETED.”

“That’s alright!” Miles replied with a grin, “we can just call you ‘Metal’ for now!”

“... AFFIRMATIVE. LOGGING NEW DESIGNATION. UNIT DESIGNATION ‘METAL’ ASSIGNED.”

“So cool...” Miles whispered, watching as ‘Metal’ appeared to inspect itself with confusion. “Where did you come from? Are you the only one of your kind??” His tails began wagging profusely once again, the little fox kit hopping in place with excitement. “Are you on a mission?? Are you from the FUTURE???”

The machine recoiled slightly, red optics tracking the little fox as he hopped around. “UNIT ORIGIN UNKNOWN. UNIT FUNCTION... UNKNOWN. CURRENT PRIORITY: LOCATE MEANS OF MAINTENANCE AND RECHARGE. NO OTHER OBJECTIVES AT THIS TIME.”

“Ooh! Ooh! I can help!” Miles beamed, suddenly excited to be helpful, “I build lotsa stuff! I can help you find a way to fix yourself! And recharge!”

Metal cocked its head. “NEGATIVE. ASSITANCE IS NOT REQUIRED.” It turned and fired up its engine, preparing to leave once again. “CEASE PURSUIT.”

“Wait! Don’t leave!” Miles watched as Metal launched itself into the air, propulsion systems in its hands and feet assisting its main turbine engine as it began to accelerate away. “I wanna be friends! Come back!” The little fox jumped into the air himself, tails whirling rapidly. He grinned as he flew after his new friend, the pair becoming twins streaks of blue and yellow. It appeared Miles Prower was not yet ready to cease his pursuit of this strange, lost machine.