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[scumbag-the-hedgehog]

"Don't know ya? Ha!" It's as much a laugh at the words as the reaction he' managed to get out of the fox, a bit of schadenfreude that's managed to lift the hedgehog's otherwise sour mood. Pacing through the warped, elongated shadows cast by the decrepit fortress, the green speedster moves from an obscured nook to a more illuminated sliver, making his silhouette all the clearer.

"What's the matter, Miles, can't recognize your best friend?" The hedgehog brushes their thumb against the edge of their nose as he leans in, circling the other inter-dimensional traveler with a slow, deliberate pace, each step emphasizing the potential to pounce into another attack.

"Or is it Tails? I know you sure as hell ain't the one from around here, I already seen to that - and I don't need any more backstabbing little mutants." Scourge stops pacing, tilting his head to the side as the grin quickly twist back into a scowl. The more he has to look at this kid, the more the aggravating memories come back....

— ;; Grazed by the serrated outsole of his adversary's boot as he narrowly scrambles out of the way in time to avoid a full kick to the face, he cups the newfound cut with a gloved hand. Crimson seeping into the white fabric, staining past its protective cover and into the palm of his hand, the stinging pain rushes through his face.

It hurts. It hurts like hell— and yet, the selection of silver-tongued words are what lacerates even deeper, carving straight down to the heart. "Freak". Even the Doctor, in all his venom and intolerable habits, knew better. Repeatedly, that thought rings in his mind, and as he battles the inevitability of tears, a kind of ire pools through his gut.

❝Look, I get it! I'm a stranger, I broke into your house, the hunt's fair game! Kicking my ass is a rite of passage! But whatever your problem is— I dunno if the Doctor did something to piss you off or if you're just emo or whatever, but don't take that shit out on me! I literally don't even know you!❞

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LAST SONG LISTENED TO: The Main theme from Advance Wars 1+2 Re-Boot camp.

LAST BOOK FINISHED: Unico: Awakening! It's a good book with beautiful art and a wonderful story, I recommend it 100%.

LAST FILM WATCHED: Transformers: One. Best film I've seen yet, and I mcFreakin' cried at the end.

CURRENT OBSESSIONS: DIGIMOOOOON! I have a whole hyperfixation right now >:D

CURRENTLY READING: The IDW Sonic Comics, and 'The Land of Stories: The Wishing Spell'. But I'm also re-reading 'Unico: Awakening', of course.

CURRENTLY WORKING ON: A Digimon OC and her world/universe!! It's not connected to any anime or game continuity, but it's still fun to do. It's definitely gonna get it's own blog soon, so keep an eye out.

LOOKING FORWARD TO: Getting the hell out of college! This semester has been draining as fuck, and I can't wait to get back to working at a job again!

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Tagged: Stole it from @peculiarbeauty and @ashenwinds!! Thank u darlings :3 Tagging: @timeclipsed, @chaoticxbeast, @milk-and-trickery, @clown-demon , @aureumbulum and YOU!

[bornofgamma]

There is nothing but silence, the ruins of the Egg Carrier remained undisturbed for many a year. Upon the main area on the outside of it lay two long abandoned machines. One being red the other being black there were signs of battle upon both of them. One being shot many times by small energy shots while a massive hole was in the side of another. These were the remains of E101 Beta and E102 Gamma two robots who fought one another in this spot only to both meet their ends at one another's hands. The red machine however had its single hand placed over the hand of the black machine.

Gamma was a simple machine, powered by a bird like being. Gamma had gone on a mission to save all the birds that lay trapped within each of the E Series in the hope of saving them all. And he had done so always intending to die at the end himself too. They were never meant to exist, their creation had only caused pain to one another.

So, Gamma had accepted his death willing to fade away into nothing along with the brother he had adored yet that love was never returned. Not that it was Beta's fault he simply could never understand. He remained loyal to the end and got nothing for it.

The two robots only had one another in their silence. Holding onto one another as they slowly faded away.

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[timeclipsed]

Tails' Sonic actually is surprisingly distinguishable from the hundreds of other Sonics out there — especially so these days. You'll find he stands pretty tall at around 3'9 and is scarred over his left eye. Usually, he's dressed in a white lab coat and the undersides of his eyes are littered with dark circles from sleepless nights.

He's also the reason why Tails is obsessed with Fall Out Boy. And why he's the way he is now. Like 80% of that is on him, man.

[hiswrlds]

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[timeclipsed]

They show me pics of Timeclipsed!Tails and Jinx Arcane and ask me "find the difference between these pictures" and I say "it's the same picture"

[hiswrlds]

The location claimed correct  by gadget in his hand is ... way too anticlimactic for his liking .  Quite the disappointment when looking back at the wild trip he made to reach the place, fast-paced & filled with some amazing sceneries if he were to admit & consider sightseeing .  But that's certainly not his focus .  ( And he certainly hasn't stopped a few seconds here & there to snap a picture to share later . )   He's here to find the deranged doctor & halt whatever schemes he has hidden behind the convoluted waves of an even more deranged podcast .  ( Ok, maybe he's being a little harsh here, to each their own …  or whatever . ) 

The quiet ambience surrounding the autoshop feels calming & entrancing, like the ringing silence that follows unbearable loud noise of heavy machinery & mechanical hands at work .   It would have been appreciated if it wasn't for the suspension hanging in the air, making it eerie & unnatural, almost fake .  Sonic skips in front of the door, one last check at the device to get rid of any doubt about being in perhaps the wrong place -  But there it was confirmin the information, leaving no chance to doubt its beeping sound & blinking lights .  

The door is surprisingly open when the hedgehog walks in, hyper aware that it may very well be the balant invitation to a trap . But it's not as much surprise as the small bell that sings above him, prompting ears & head to perk up and stare at it with judgement, body tensed mid-walk, as though the bell has done something really wrong instead of its function .  Cerulean-blue fur rich & subtly glowing as large sunbeams bathe him through the opened door . 

Between an unpredictable target & having no party to aid him today, Sonic avoids buzzing his mind with speculations, he intends to simply be ready for the worst, even while carrying himself with little apparent care .  But when an actual voice finally greets him, drawing his attention to the front desk & the face behind it - Sonic doesn't know what to feel .  In fact, he doesn't know the first thing of what that fox was saying either . Hedgehog mind frying at every end when hearing familiar sound and seeing familiar face .  

Hell, ‘ familiar ’  is an understatement, and  ‘ worst ’   isn't something he can call this situation as of now .  Beyond the abundance of sunlight on the ground & hedgehog's shadow cutting it in the middle, Sonic could see his younger brother on the other side of the room .  That's Tails sitting right in front of him when Sonic has left him hoops & distances away from here .  ( When Sonic has left him safe & sound at home .  )  Countless possibilities & questions pass & collide in rapid-working mind as he carefully closes the distance between himself & the desk .   Only carefully, though .   Not slowly  .  

Maybe he made it here before Sonic himself .  How ?  Why ?  A fox with bright eyes & two tails .  He doesn't look exactly the same ...  Right, he looks older .  This mission was supposed to lead to Eggman . Does the egg know anything about this ?  This could be a trick .  This could be a trick .  This could be a trick .  

Having moved, Sonic suddenly appears inches way from the desk, carrying along wind of the velocity & momentum he has gained in a millisecond to cross the room .  Wide pale green pouring down at the fox, not quite readable .

“ Who are you ? ”  

(✯) @hiswrlds — my tomorrow's still your today

— ;; Cavorting through encrypted hoops to find the source of the diabolical Doctor Robotnik's strange series of radio broadcasts certainly wasn't an easy task to accomplish, nor was it one of an opaque nature. Stumbling into the tracked location, an autobody shop in disrepair, should have been the end of it. Facing the looming figure of imminent destruction waiting with bated breath for their confrontation, taking him up on his all-too-confident proposition of a fight, and walking away from it victorious as always.

However, a mess of familiarly-hued orange fur and bushy twin tails is what's there to greet instead. Positioned comfortably in a chair towards the northeast corner of the room behind the desk, attention buried into whatever colorful literature he’s reading this week per usual. Chiming above the glass door, the greeting bell indicates the arrival of a second presence, and his ear twitches without making eye contact.

❝Sorry. The good doctor’s currently out to lunch,❞ the spiel coming from the lips of Tails, such a perky, bright-eyed kid, now speaking in a way that’s decidedly practiced and monotonous, feels strange and uncomfortable. ❝Just leave your first name and your phone number on the notepad and he’ll call you back at his earliest convenience.❞

— ;; Threading fingers through tufts of unruly bangs, growling an irritated sigh, he stands up, half-slouched over to reach for a stray pen— 

— ;; —And then he looks up.

[hiswrlds]

Whatever ounce of pride Sonic has been basking in for a few seconds disappears instantly .  He really believed he got younger fox's approval in his idea this time, deceived by them big ol' eyes again !  

A vein pops on his temple as Tails continues the overflow of sass, Sonic tries to hold back for just a little bit, but all reason leaves him once the little smartass attempts to walk away .  He's swift to capture Tails' head in a lock beneath one arm, trapping him in place and carrying out revenge in the form of a merciless noogie that messes up golden fur .  “ You think you're soooo SMART - ”

❝Wow. I never thought of it like that. And I never will. I've already forgotten what you said, goodbye forever.❞

[sorrowfulsidekick]

▸ // Stout and unsteady frame darkens whatever entrance he happened upon. Timid, at first, the silhouette straightened itself to the first spotting of yellow fur.

“ You. Of all people it had to be you. ”

▸ // The ebb and flow of aqua pura joined with the antipathy of his tone. Fuschia eyes flash brilliantly as the boy propelled himself toward the other, halting just before impact, hydro-tails at the ready, sharpened and waiting.

“What do you take me for?”

▸ // Gelid words whistle through bared fangs. Claws threaten to bite through gloves hands as darkness settles in that thundering chest. Was his loathsome ‘rival’ feigning ignorance? Or worse; had he actually forgotten him. . . . Just the thought set him on edge.

“ Don’t act as if you don’t remember- ”

▸ // Silence, stark and sudden, chokes the air. Only the subtle rush of controlled water could be heard as nystagmic eyes observed the fox closer. The deductions laid plain on what could be seen of Kit’s shadowed features. This was Tails- his gut told him so- but there was something… uncanny about him; every little detail was off, teetering the line between familiar and foreign. Voice, height… even the way he carried himself in just these few seconds of their encounter. It was all... wrong.

“W-w-what happened to y-”

▸ // The query was cut short by a resounding growl of an empty stomach. That precise stance and icy stare wanes. Faux tails dissipate, leaving a sodden ring around Kit’s hunched figure. Canines bite deep upon a quivering lower lip, as if the pain could overwrite the neglect piercing his abdomen.

(✯) @sorrowfulsidekick — now wake up, puppet boy!

❝You lost? Well, if it makes you feel any better, I am too.❞

— ;; Evidently, based off the neutrality in his response towards his unexpected company, Tails does not recognize Kit. Pausing in his work on the lofty, incongruously-settled piece of machinery he’s been glued to (which brings up the question of why he’s working on something of this caliber out in the middle of a deserted quarry), pulling up the welding mask to expose those ocean eyes, he cranes his head back to offer a wide grin definitely more fitting to another face rather than his own.

 ❝Pretty impressive you made it out all this way, though,❞ he comments, setting the blowtorch that had been tight in his grip against the makeshift shelter just next to them, ❝you hungry? I have some snacks in the hut if you wanna rest a while.❞

— ;; Gesturing with a head tilt, peeling back the curtains to the entryway, he offers hospitality without much of a second thought.

[controlcha0s]

well, this is certainly unusual. he never thought the little fox that follows sonic in almost blind devotion would have this much bite to his bark. shadow can admit to himself that he is impressed by it. unraveling that pattern of thoughts can be reserved for another more appropriate time. right now, tails is far too strung up to respond to reason, and they are the only two beings around. he was hardly equipped or versed for situations like this but there were few better options.

cautious light steps towards tails, hands held at his sides but palms splayed out, a sign of non aggression. he attempts to draw themselves back in, the chaos energy that radiates off them in waves softening. the fox has all the reason in the world not to trust them, but they know how they appear to others when haloed by static fury. anything would help current matters. biting down, shadow still sighs softly at the frenetic rambling. it's far from the worst thing they've been called. ❛  i want. to help.  ❜ bitterness seeping through gritted teeth, more frustration than hostility. ❛  you don't trust me, i get that. but if that isn't taken care of, ❜ he nods towards the gash, ❛  you'll be practically useless and i know you'll hate that even more.  ❜

@controlcha0s asked: ❝  i can help—  let me help.  ❞

❝No! God, just— get away from me!❞

— ;; Snarling through gnashing canines, wide eyes secured on the unexpected presence, he feebly kicks against the dirt, scurrying himself back until he’s pinned against the boulder sitting behind the both of them.

Ever-clutching the bicep, oozing a thick, sickly crimson from the wide gash he’s sustained, chest expeditiously rising and falling in a state of pure animalistic panic, Tails’ gaze starts to dart about. Searching, scavenging.

Trying to find a way out.

❝What do you want from me anyway?! No way you're here just to help me! Step off, assface!❞

[scumbag-the-hedgehog]

Through multiple girlfriends and several reconquests, Scourge had always made a point with Castle Acorn: it stays ruined. An unsubtle up yours to one old man and a way of spitting on the hard work of another. A symbol of the kind of "freedom" his old crew used to "fight" for - to do whatever the hell you wanted, wherever and whenever. And that was the kind of freedom you didn't extend to others if you could help it - it was a zero sum game.

So some familiar looking fox comes barging in, and of course, the first freedom the king is inclined to exercise is to kick this intruder's scrawny ass. He's not listening to the new arrival's words, instead focusing on his movements. With that step back, the hedgehog quickly drops down, curling up into a whirling sphere of viridian razors before launching itself into the air.

"You picked the wrong house, freak." There's real malice behind those words, not just the kind you'd pick for a random home intruder. He's specifically reaching for the most hurtful thing he could recall ever calling his Miles, a verbal attack to accompany the way he unfurls from the spin and shoots straight down, boot first towards Tails.

(✯) @scumbag-the-hedgehog — run on gasoline

— ;; Ascertaining how exactly his cogent coordinates had wound up being thrown so far off-course, landing both him and the Doctor in anomalous territory is just one of his many problems right now. Cloudburst assaults his mess of fiery-hued tangles, forcing him to take refuge beneath the nearest awning. Structurally ancient, stony— and seemingly abandoned. Based on its decrepit appearance, at least.

— ;; Lours from vaguely familiar denizens are enough to make him abandon the darkened streets splotched with gelid puddles, slipping into the tenebrous quiet behind him without much of a second thought. Trespassing, breaking and entering, violating private property— jeez, abandoned or not, he’s made himself very welcome very quickly, wringing out his jacket in the doorway as he tries to warm up.

Which probably isn’t the nicest thing for the homeowner to stumble into.

❝Shit,❞ voice a hushed whisper, Tails’ eyes meets the gaze of the other, his dark spines like a hanging garden of moss around his shoulders. Hands immediately in front of him defensively, he takes a step back. ❝Hey, sorry. Thought this place was empty. I swear I’m not here to rob you or anything, I was just trying to get out of the rain.❞