#verse: blaze it.

[mountainsofewoks]

Blaze.. I’ll draw her sisters later

[autisticshadowthehedgehog]

i'm having too much fun on @naylissah's spidersona piccrew. i doubt it was intended to make sonic the hedgehog humansonas BUT

[radioiaci]

▹@infernal-blaze

Bursts of creative energy tickle along the points of his clawed digits, invested solely in the piece that echoes throughout his room and well beyond into the illusory bayou that he looks out to. Somewhere within, the shadowy visages of his two gators bellow as if joining the loud, sonorous song that emanates from the piano he's sat himself at. Atop it, the liquid that remains in a well-tended-to bottle of whiskey sloshes with the vibration of each key that is pressed, Alastor's ears giving similar little tremors as he indulges in the concentration needed to ensure that even in his very inebriated state, he does not miss a single note.

It is strange how he can fixate on one thing and not another. His mind is blissfully empty, for the time being. Filled entirely with the steady warmth of the alcohol he's imbibed and the memorized melody that he hammers out with relative abandon. It is a good thing he does not have any neighbors in the immediate hall which he's found his room.

Otherwise, they might not appreciate Symphony No. 3 in F Major by Brahms as much as he presently is, his eyes slid shut to further slip away into the music with lack of awareness to the fact that his radio - devoid of any present music being played - is crackling with his own energy; feeding off of how his own soul swells with each lift and fall of the tune.

He is not in a poor mood, though he is not intending to stop drinking any time soon. Not if he can get away with playing away at his piano for several more hours yet. With shirt unbuttoned, tie undone entirely, and sleeves rolled up to the elbows, he is in no state for present company.

Though that typically does not stop the thing from happening anyway.

[emilykaldwen]

👀 + jace/helaena + new baby?

Send me Eyes, a pairing, and a word/words for a short drabble!

Baelon's cries were so tiny, a mewling of a kitten, the cry of a kitling, warbling and helpless as he fussed in his cradle. The moon was half full, the light of it cutting through the softly fluttering curtains.

"I've got him," Jace muttered into Helaena's hair, his wife stirring with the cries. She murmured some reply as he rolled away, spitting out her silver hair from his mouth, a large hand palming his sleep filled eyes as he shuffled to the end of the bed where the carved cradle stood. His mother had tried to insist on letting the babe sleep with the maid at night, but the suggestion had agitated Helaena to near hysterics, murmurs of blood and whatever dreams clung to her cutting the conversation short.

His son had not yet gone to full blown sobs just yet, as if he knew his insistent fussing would be enough to rouse his parents of a week. Jace lifted the boy carefully, nosing against the soft down of his dark curls and settling him into his arms. Helaena was already settling up against the pillows to feed him, but Jace took the moment to look down into Baelon's face, his screwed up little features that were gently easing at the feel of his father's warm skin.

The cradle egg, a beautiful thing of blues and greens and bronze swirls, was warm at the foot of the bed, not yet hatched, but occasionally it shifted, a scraping sound from inside before settling.

Soon, he knew, pressing another kiss to his son's forehead. Soon, he knew, passing the boy into his mother's waiting arms, and the sleepy smile on her face as she began to croon at him.

[mambocarmo]

that color wheel twitter trend i finished a while ago too! this was very fun

[ianthewife]

ok i get it Press Secretary Carson and Mr. Cutter are members of the same country club. they play golf together on Saturdays

[celestialdetected]

Being Sarenrae's champion comes with certain downsides, chiefly, the fact that Arawn has to travel, often leaving his children for months on end. He tries to take them with him as often as he can, its easier now that Rhiannon's a little older, but sometimes there are quests he wouldn't dare bring a child on.

Even if one of his children is a dragon.

He gets to his front door, a smile already spreading across his face. He's home. After these long, long months, he is home. He turns the key in the lock, feeling it catch in that familiar way, stuck for a split second right before it swung wide.

Rhia's at her music lessons. But Harry. Harry is here, sprawled out on the couch, reading a book. And oh, his son.

His son. Arawn loves him so much he thinks that he might burst.

"I'm home."

@inhcritance LIKED for a STARTER

[the-sky-queen]

Sonic characters on a bus, because my brain is just like this sometimes. :P

Sonic - Sits at the very back and reads a book. Misses his stop most of time.

Tails - Worries about missing his stop, so he gets off early.

Knuckles - Can never get the card reader to work. Insists it's the machine's fault, but his card is really beat up.

Amy - Is friends with most of the drivers and likes to talk with them during the ride. She knows all their birthdays and brings them muffins.

Shadow - Sits at the back (where he can keep an eye on everyone) while he listens to music.

Rouge - Somehow convinces the entire bus to sing random songs for the shorts she makes for her social media.

Silver - Gets motion sickness and usually gets off five stops after getting on, deciding he'll just walk the rest of the way.

Blaze - Has an entire group of 'bus friends' she somehow got absorbed into. None of them know any of their friends' names and all call them different things in their heads.

[radiantrookie]

Best of Radiant Black

[keylimexpie]

continued from here @eyes-blazing

How did Mobius even begin to explain, he wasn't even sure himself." Well, the place that I had to walk through had high amounts of radiation, it basically could tear you apart if you stayed for too long, thankfully I managed not to lose my skin and now here I am having coffee with you."

[multiversal-fusion-reborn]

An A.T.P Engineer, to an A.T.P Soldat: Send a message to the main office and tell the Auditor that I said...

[Uzi whacks him with a shovel]

A.T.P Engineer: OW!

A.T.P Soldat: [writing] Send message, main office, tell the Auditor that you said "ow". Gotcha!

[radioiaci]

@infernal-blaze ⧐ ❛ i’ve never cared for anyone the way i care for you.❜ - vox ASSORTMENT OF DIALOGUE ASKS.

Committed or not, it is with far too much sentiment that he finds Vox's words striking him somewhere at his core. It is the expression that he's feared before - and perhaps still fears now. As such, Alastor has no immediate response, his gaze shifting elsewhere after the briefest moment of what may read as some sort of shock.

Is he even worthy of such an emotion? Such dedication? Knowing that he has never been capable of returning it in a way that seems to make sense. To him, the art of caring is tantamount to carving a deep well into Vox's torso in which to bury his hands and tenderly cradle the thrumming heart within.

But that is not the thought of someone, something normal.

Alastor still believes that the other overlord is making a mistake. Has held that belief since the early days when the other's interest made the radio demon turn tail and run from it.

The sordid thing now is that he cannot keep himself from feeding into it instead. Not now that he has a taste for Vox's willingness to do for him all manners of things that he knows he does not deserve. And so he does not stop himself from extending a hand to take the other's, bringing those bright claws to his mouth where he can treat them with sincere appreciation.

The act of kissing that hand and those fingers is starkly in contrast with his words.

"You are a fool."

But, he supposes, that has never stopped Vox before.

[insurged]

until hoyo gives us more info on capitano, for now, i really like the theory that he could be the bloodstained knight who pledges himself to the abyss order of khaenri'ah...

[wishfulmuses]

Continued from: (x) @sonicprim3d

...Maybe it was the best idea to keep that thought to herself.

[celestialdetected]

Arawn doesn't miss people all that much. Or, at the very least he's very good at pretending he doesn't miss people, of shoving that feeling down so deep he fools even himself. (The exception is Rhiannon, but she's the exception to every rule)

So, up until the moment he sees Florance, he's convinced he doesn't miss her in the slightest. And then he sees her, silhouetted in the doorway, their hair haloed by the setting sun, and he realizes.

Oh, how could he have ignored this ache for so long? This physical, bone deep ache of fondness and love and sorrow at being parted for so long. He's on his feet before he notices he stood up, and then he's launching himself towards them.

"Flo!" he calls, hugging her so tight it must hurt, then he pulls back and punches her shoulder. "You said you'd fucking write."

@saintsdawn LIKED for a STARTER.

[the-sky-queen]

Sol Dimension Fire in my Sonic-verse

I did some worldbuilding for my Sonic-verse! >:) In the Sol Dimension, fire isn't as simple as it is in the main dimension. It has a history as well as other forms it can take, each with their own special capabilities and potential drawbacks. So let's get into this!

The Goddess and the Origin of Fire

In the Sol Dimension, they have a central goddess. She's the goddess of the sun and her name is Amaterasu. (Yes, I took that directly from Japanese mythology. The name just felt like it fit best! But to be clear, my Amaterasu and Japanese mythology Amaterasu are not the same person.) Amaterasu and by extension the sun itself is the source of all fire. Way back in the long long LONG ago, she gifted a special few with the power to control fire. These original fire wielders passed their ability down through the generations. Nowadays, fire powers are fairly common in the Sol Dimension. However, this genetic inheritance is NOT how characters like Blaze and my OC Blake got their fire.

It should also be noted that Amaterasu is the one who created the Sol Emeralds. They're essentially vessels for her power. Across time, Amaterasu chooses Guardians to protect the emeralds and ensure their power isn't abused. Ordinary people can use the Sol Emeralds as mega power sources, but only Guardians can use their full potential. Guardians basically become a god themselves while using them. That's what Blaze's Burning form is.

The Chosen of Amaterasu (Origin of Blaze and Blake's Fire)

Blaze and Blake didn't inherit their fire genetically like most do. They're special cases, resulting in them being what is called "Chosen of Amaterasu."

For Blaze, she was chosen from before her birth to be the Guardian of the Sol Emeralds. Because of this, she was gifted with fire from the Sol Emeralds. (So essentially directly from the goddess herself.) Since Blaze's fire came from the source, she has the ability to access not only regular fire, but several special, extra forms of fire! But more on that in a bit.

For Blake, he was born on the Summer Solstice, when the sun is at its most powerful. This resulted in Blake also gaining fire as if he was gifted it by the Goddess herself. However, this is known as "stealing" fire from Amaterasu and is illegal throughout most of the Sol Dimension. Regardless, this means that Blake has access to all the same extra forms of fire that Blaze has!

Fire and its Extra Forms

There are five types of fire. The first kind is your basic fire. It's exactly what you expect. It's the kind you can create with a match. It's the kind the majority of fire wielders in the Sol Dimension can control. Fire wielders cannot burn themselves with this kind of fire no matter how hard they try. They are naturally immune to it. All forms of fire after this are exclusive to Amaterasu's Chosen (except for very rare and specific circumstances).

Next is Blue Fire. Blue Fire is essentially the next level up of fire. It's much hotter than normal fire and much harder to control. There's a very real possibility the wielder could accidentally burn themselves with this fire. (This is the fire that is to blame for Blake losing his arm as a kid.)

Then we have Black Fire. Think Blue Fire but multiply it by 1000. It's immensely dangerous and insanely hot. It chars anything it comes into contact with in milliseconds. It's almost impossible to control and it's almost guaranteed that the wielder will get burned just as bad as whatever they were targeting. Should the wielder survive this, they will fall into a coma afterwards. The length of the coma varies.

Moving away from the intensely dangerous, we have Soul Fire! This fire can only be accessed through use of the Sol Emeralds. It draws power directly from the wielder's soul and creates a very pure and almost holy fire. It is most often used to "thaw" the metaphorical ice in another person's mind or heart, heal mental fractures, or connect with another person's soul no matter where they are. (This is the kind of fire Blaze used to bring Sonic’s memories back after the Metal Virus!) Since Soul Fire draws power from the soul, it drains the wielder's life-force while it's in use. Because of this, the wielder shouldn't use Soul Fire for very long, and it takes them at minimum three days of rest to recover.

Finally, we've got Amber Fire! For lack of a better way to describe it, this is portal fire. It allows the wielder to transport them to different dimensions, timelines, or even UNIVERSES. This fire requires a Sol Emerald or an object of equal or greater power (like a Chaos Emerald) to create. The object of power stays behind when the wielder transports, meaning they must find another object of power if they want to transport again. (This is the kind of fire that Blaze uses to get to Sonic’s dimension and Blake uses to jump around universes.) It is possible to transport others with Amber Fire, but it requires the wielder to know the destination location. They can't be shooting blind.