#story tags tba

[muttakutagawa]

its going to be a long walk home

[reflections-of-mobius]

[ @familylightfox | Plotted an event!]

It burned. They'd fallen unconscious after literally falling onto the floor- unsure how long they were out, not even bothering to think. Everything ached and burned and hurt in the worst way as they tried desperately to crawl.

Every nerve in their body was screaming. Something was trying to force its way up their throat- they barely had the energy, but they still managed to stand, wobble-running down the hall, uncaring that they hit one of those stupid fixtures in it save for the explosion of fire in their veins. Cedar managed to stumble into the bathroom, collapsing before the toilet just as the first, hideous RETCH left them.

They couldn't feel anything but agony, crawling through them, tearing into every availabe atom of their being until it was all-consuming. Something was wrong with their vomit. It wasn't its usual color- but they couldn't think about that. Another heaving convulsion, more crimson painting the once-white bowl as they tried to gasp for air. Cedar wasn't aware of anything, any sound, any noise, the tap of boots on the floor or a new presence, of the System window that only they could see, constantly popping up with updates that only blurred their vision and made them heave again.

Cedar didn't know that the change had already been complete. That clothes that once fit so easily now draped off of them, several sizes too big. That pale-peach skin had disappeared under a matt of creamy-colored fur, that near ears had grown as the old seemed to fade back into them, didn't realize the tail that had grown and forced their pants to break, currently puffed out as if they'd stuck a hand in a wall socket.

No, they were only aware of the gagging sense, of way too much, of something thick sliding up their throat and falling off their tongue in spasms of torture. Cedar let out a choked sob somewhere in that mess. Their own saliva and blood dribbled off their chin, vision a mess of tears and light-blue fluorescent that bounced off the toilet's porcelain.

It was a small eternity of pain, of hideous, evil suffering that came to an end only with their body collapsing once more, arms barely holding them up on the toilet's seat, their head ducked into the painted bowl. Throbbing. Aching. The whole of their frame sang with it in the worst way, and Cedar really only wanted to just collapse back into bed and deal with whatever mess they'd created tomorrow. But the knowledge no one would be there to help, that it would just be worse in the morning, was enough to have them weakly reaching for the lever.

It was a little farther than they remembered. A trembling arm trying to reach out, fingers barely brushing the tip of the metal before falling. Too weak.

[ʜᴘ: 45,000/45,000]

Fuck you.

[visionkept]

Someone looks extremely HAPPY today. Maybe it has something to do about the new train passenger that the general has so patiently been waiting for MORE THAN A YEAR. ❝ Took you long enough ♡ ❞ The master diviner better get used to their obnoxious presence once again.

[byanyan]

" Your arm markings are strange. What do they mean?"

ㅤeyebrows raising slightly at the question, byan glances down at their exposed arms and the numerous colourful 'markings' which cover them.

ㅤㅤ" they mean that this mortal vessel of mine contains a latent ancient power which, once i come of age, i will finally have access to and use to overthrow humanity, as i'm destined to do. "ㅤwords spoken with an utterly straight face, wide eyes flit back up to khazaan's face where they hold his gaze for several moments.

then, a cheeky grin abruptly takes over their features and byan laughs, waving a hand in dismissal.

ㅤㅤ" nah, i'm just fuckin' with ya. what, you never seen tattoos before? they're just, like, for decoration. i mean, some of 'em have meanin's, but some of 'em are just things i like, and others i just thought looked cool. i'd offer to give you one, but i feel like i'd break the needle trynna get it through your skin. "

[adventuringalchemy]

seconds before disaster --

[knightinsourarmor]

THE KNIGHT IN SOUR ARMOR TROPE [explanation]

The world is filled with wide eyed idealists who believe in truth and justice and devote their lives to fighting for it. And then the dark, cruel and brutal world keeps letting them down. For them, being good sucks. But rather than giving up on their goals, they choose to fight, not because they believe they will truly make a difference, but because it's the right thing to do.

They're usually survivors who have largely given up on believing in honor before reason, but still strive to be Lawful Good or as close to it as reality allows them to be. They are willing to bend the rules to save them. In lighter and softer settings, these characters are cynics and are often mocked by the other characters for being so sour all the time.

The presence of cynicism usually makes the idealistic behavior even more noteworthy: it's easy to love everyone, but you really have to be a good guy to believe that humans are bastards and CARE about them anyway.

Generally, these characters fit one of two personality types. Members of the first type are former 'wide eyed idealists' who have come to accept that their world is on the cynical end, but who still find something beautiful in their former ideals that they want to hold on to. Those of the second type are born cynics, who would make natural jerkass antiheroes, but who nevertheless have devoted themselves to a code of honor or fair play. In either case, these people tend to have gone through (often painful) character development in their past.

[disturbnot]

of course, same as ever, the itch to actually write gets into me on the same day i have social obligations after work. tonight, visiting dad and my sister for pizza night. maybe i won't be out for very long? having energy when i get back, not quite so easily guaranteed. we shall see. currently juggling metas aplenty — how the aura works and how ash is tangled up in it; the thousand-year-long and most fabled history of pallet house; more abstract tirades on ash's personal philosophies and how he copes with burgeoning immortality; how ash wound up in bed with the kalian technocracy; how the whole gang copes being completely fatherless, etc. speaking of which, halfway considering introducing other characters in ash's canon ( e.g., gary, misty, delia, etc. ) as guest muses — until such time as i get some more ... formal takers, anyway. we shall see, we shall see.

[doomxdriven]

Bount merging with their Dolls, like truly and wholly fusing with them permanently, is a really huge deal, its basically the equivalent of a Shinigami merging with their Zanpakuto. Likewise, a Bount merging with their Doll is equally as rare as the latter (only potentially three Shinigami have ever merged with their Zanpakuto??), with Jin and Yoshino being the only two ever known to achieve this.

But I like to imagine that at some point, during the point in time when Jin and co. really start ramping up their antics against the Soul Society, that a few other Bount manage to merge with their Dolls, as well.

With the constant usage of the Bitto Serum, and maybe a bit of help from a certain tool, the likes of Go-Koga and Sawatari (the strongest Bount after Jin and Yoshino and the only other ones who have a decent bond with their Dolls) manage to merge with their Dolls, too. This would make Go-Koga and Sawatari's later clashes against Toshiro and Mayuri far more interesting (likely wouldn't change the outcomes that we saw in the actual Bount arc but it would still be pretty sick) and put far more pressure on the Soul Society in general.

[elftwink]

uhm.

[id: a document titled precipice_draft_one_COMPLETE.odt]

[melien]

[wearealive]

a closed starter that @parameddic did not ask for! from human!eli (tw: brief mention of child loss, blood/broken glass)

as much as eli liked to believe he'd seen everything, he'd only been in the field for three years — most days they dealt with the same few types of calls, but losing a child en route while they were stuck sitting in STAND-STILL traffic had sent him over the edge. all he could think about was his baby sister, but he had to push it down and do his job.

the ride back to the station with TK was damn near silent. they'd both asked each other if they were okay, and they'd both (probably lied) and said yes. there wasn't much to say after that. TK drove, and eli finished some electronic paperwork on his tablet. the moment they pulled back in, eli knew he needed to escape. he was always more than happy to start on cleaning the cabin right away, but he couldn't right now.

❝ i'm gonna go to the bathroom real quick. i'll be back in a sec. ❞ eli brushes past the other, barely inside the bathroom before his stomach twists and he's sick - he's able to make it to the sink, at least. the thought of locking the bathroom doesn't even cross his mind, brain going absolutely haywire.

all the emotions he'd been trying to suppress on the call are all bombarding him at once — anger. disgust. anxiety. sadness. it's too much. he splashes cold water on his face a few times, but it doesn't help. he needs to feel something stronger. he's so mad. he raises his fist and-

❝ fuck! ❞ heard easily from outside the bathroom. his fist smashed through the glass of the mirror, shards flying everywhere. a good majority are now stuck in his knuckles, and blood quickly begins to trickle down his arm. fuck, it hurts. he can't move a muscle in his hand without extreme pain. at the very least, his mind was off of the case for now. ❝ oh, fuck. oh, fuck. ❞ he was an idiot. there's a fast, hard knock at the door, which TK wastes no time swinging open. eli turns to face him, hand still stuck in a fist. ❝ i'm sorry. i'm sorry. i'm— ❞

[sonicprim3d]

}MORE KIDS!{

@already-know-this-story asked: Annnnd If they had a kid; Metal Sonic and Amy (putting upgrades to good use lmao)

Name: Cobalt Rose

Gender: Nonbinary

General Appearance: Imagine with me, a dark pink hedgehog with quill bangs like Amy, but shorter traditional quills like Sonic has coming off of the back of their head. Pair that with naturally red eyes and pale coloring for their muzzle and other areas similar to it, and you've got Cobalt.

Personality: Introverted, observant, blunt, yet understanding. Cobalt may be hard to get along with at first, but once you understand them and the way that they work, you really learn that they do care for and understand you. But they are also brutally efficient and have a bad temper once angered.

Special Talents: Due to essentially being half synthetic, they only hold half the same reaction to sensations as fully organic people would. Examples are that they have greater resilience to pain and temperature than others would naturally.

Who They Like Better: Massive mama's child ngl

Who They Take After More: Metal Sonic, sadly

Personal Headcanon: Cobalt probably spent most of their life giving Sonic the side eye, but never knowing why. As they get older, they grow closer to him. Though never come to fully like him.

Face Claim: N/A

[galaxythixf]

Cont. || X || @gravesung

"Aye, it worked, didn't it?" If there was anything that Finlay excelled in, it was talking. They could talk for hours if left to their own devices and babbling on about nonsense didn't seem all that hard to do even in a rather tense and peculiar situation such as being tied up and interrogated. There were few instances where Finlay was truly frightened but few knew the buttons to press to see it. Death was no end for them, a beginning, rather, that they've seen countless times down the barrels of guns, blades of knives and in slow, agonizing cold. The act of suffering was never their favorite, but death itself was not a threat to someone that basically frolicked in it.

Honestly, their only threat right now happened to be how tightly their restraints were currently tied to their wrists, digging into their freckled skin. They twist their body to allow Keon space to work cutting through their restraints, a smile ever present even in the presence of their friend wearing the guts of their enemies. Watching him work had them absolutely mesmerized, surprisingly quiet where they would have otherwise made commentary. "Ya know Keke watchin' ya move out there was like watchin' a dance—a very violent dance! Very elegant, ya know!" When their wrists are finally unbound they groan as they hold their irritated skin. "Ya know if the whole criminal thing hadn't worked out those guys woulda been just fine tyin' knots." Holding their wrists up for him to see they can't say they're really that bothered, but their antics were usually amusing. "Least they could've done was give me somethin' entertainin'. Where's the fun in gettin' underneath their skin if they don't give ya anythin' good to work with?"

They wonder briefly if their father's even noticed their absence or if he's hastily checking the usual routes. They'll expect an earful when they're home, but that's become a routine. An earful and a warning, some verbal tug-of-war and another reason to test the limits he seemed to love putting on them. It fades to the back of their mind in an instant, rising to their feet once Keon's freed them and blue eyes finally acknowledged the blood staining Keon's suit. "Ya know, red doesn't look bad on you. Always thought that was a good color for you."

[ofglories]

found a faceclaim for a knight i'm bringing here after months so wooo

update: holy shit i said i was gonna add him nearly a year ago exactly goddamn

[adventuringalchemy]

Sometimes I think someone at the dev team looked at Ivors face and his beard and went "Yeaaah, that looks ninja enough. That'll work." and shortly after we got the silliest, dumbest "plot twist" one could get.

Who is that cloaked figure? An assassin? An enemy?

Nah, that's just Ivor anime cosplaying. /hj

ANONYMOUS SENT AN ASK .

ivor was an in-depth villain that had has morale challenged because he couldn't trust his friends anymore. he had been losing who he was around them for a very, very long time and the ender dragon fight was the tipping point for him. he is very interesting, very eccentric, very intelligent, and an amazing character. reduced to... comedic relief because they couldn't have axel around anymore to do it for them. 💀

[reflections-of-mobius]

Shadow had no qualms about breaking into a private base. At ease, relatively- some part of him figuring it would end well, one way or another. Cedar,...well, at least their tail was no longer puffed out, though it did still every now and again, as if the nerves were reaching back into them and dragging the panic out. But it was never enough to make them look like they'd (yet again) stuck their hand straight into a wall outlet. They watched Shadow depart- shifting on nervous feet the whole time he was away. Nervous, but they'd calm down. The unease certainly wouldn't prevent their aid, at the very least.

At least the others seemed no worse for wear, when he returned. That was a small mercy he'd take in stride as he offered his small rundown. It would be easy- and when they succeeded, the world would be safe.

Perhaps thinking that would be easy was a mistake. Shadow had broken out of a GUN facility once already, though. Perhaps their security would be tighter than before- but there certainly wouldn't have been enough time to rally their forces and resources against the four of them.

"Then I'll run in to the vault." It was the simplest option. Though, Cedar...

"I'll follow- probably stick with ya 'til the vault opens." Their eyes flicked from Volt to Shadow, in turn. When it did, it'd only make sense for all of them to run in. Easier to defend one location than multiple- though realistically, the corridor itself would probably be a nice choking point. "Maybe I can use Cure for the nausea? Nothin' against tryin', if y'wanna forego the recovery period." It was a thought- but not one Cedar would force. "Though it's...honestly not necessary." It was what little they could offer. Cedar had close to zip combat experience- and all the skills on their list...were suited for a back-of-the-line healer. Trying to actually fight wouldn't end well for them, honestly.

"Just don't run into the line of fire." Harmony had calmed him last time, and he hoped he'd be calmer if it were to actually happen right in front of him,...but Shadow wouldn't put it beyond himself to lose all reason if they were gunned down. Energy crackled along his quills, nearly a silent question. Were they all ready? They'd be jumping straight back into the jaws of the beast- no time like the present to get that key and destroy it.

Cedar’s comment had gotten a giggle from the teenager as she leaned her head against her father’s shoulder once they were both standing. He looped an arm around her and ruffled her bangs playfully. Despite the fact that they were planning a break in with a military organization that likely wouldn’t mind shooting to kill, both hybrids were relaxed.

At this point, it was just another Tuesday when they worked with the Freedom Fighters. Volt mentally chuckled to himself. So much for being ‘retired’.

“We’ll wait for ya here.” Volt gave an understanding smile to Shadow as he made his way towards the ‘door’. The seamless seal wouldn’t keep them out now that they could see it. If Shadow had been in danger, Volt had no doubt that his daughter would have taken it off its hinges.

Thankfully that didn’t seem to be the case as he returned safely. Not looking to be in the best of moods, but the older hybrid understood how it could be when facing the one who created them. His own used to exhaust him just spending a minute in the same room.

“I can handle them.” It wouldn’t be hard to short circuit a hallway. As long as the agency hadn’t started adapting their technology to deal with him. Harmony looked at her father and then Shadow.

Now it was the teen’s turn to grin. “I can keep the soldiers busy.”

So far, she’d only shown off her speed and strength. No one but Volt knew about the other abilities that Harmony had under her belt, but that meant that it could be used to their advantage.

“I think ya wanna stick close t’ me or Shadow during all this, Cedar. Harmony will cover our tails.” Seeing the teen’s nod, Volt looked to Shadow. “I’ll need a minute after we warp t’ settle the nausea.”