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👥 - How do Knuckles and the Phantom Ruby relate? Or do they?

Six Degrees of Seperation (or less)

Knuckles is friends (?) with Amato (The Rookie). Amato is friends with Loup (Infinite). Loup is... well not exactly friends with Ghost (the Phantom Ruby) right now but they do eventually come to an understanding.

The most shaky connection is between Knuckles and Amato really, Amato doesn’t feel important enough to be friends with Knuckles, Sonic, and Tails so they would really object to being called that. Though if we don’t want to use that shaky connection there’s a much more stable route we can take.

Knuckles is the guardian of the Master Emerald. The Master Emerald has adopted Ghost. xD

Yes the Master Emerald is sentient in my AUs so uhh She adopted the little ruby :3

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Time to Play: Six Degrees of Separation!

For RP blogs: Send 👥 and a character and mun will tell you how that character is related to their muse within their verse. (Don't forget to specify muse for multimuse blogs!)

For Fan Continuity blogs: Send 👥 and two characters and mun will tell you how those two characters are related in their cont.

This post can be reblogged and don't forget to tag if you're an rp or fan cont blog or both!

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[Rules] [Bio] [Fandom Specifics]

[Please like/reblog if interested in interacting, danke~!]

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-yelling in the distance-

Christmas Surprise - 6

@toras-muse-cabinet​ - Yeah, you’re not getting off the hook either, get back here-

Tora, you… Are epic. There’s no other way to describe it. You take a fandom and dig so deep into it, that I can’t help but be in awe by all the facts, theories, and headcanons you come up with when you delve into a series. I’ve loved getting to know you (from RPs to chats), and I can’t wait for more of that this year!

Also, yes… I decided to try to draw the Phantom Ruby… But with a green-gem illusion to make it kiiiinda Christmas-like? Attempts were made. XD

The Phantom Ruby’s interpretation isowned by Tora! The Phantom Ruby’s concept is owned by Sega. Art is owned by me! ^^

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6, 12, 13, and 18?

6. How is your multimuse blog organised?

Chaos. I actually tried to have it organized to be relatively mobile friendly. All the profiles are found with a single tag, the rules are a tag, and about the mun is a tag. I also have each muse under 2 tags: one with a space that’s easy to read, and one without a space that’s easy to type into a search/filter since tumblr isn’t always friendly with spaces. I can’t say if I succeeded since I don’t have mobile tumblr anymore but I tried.

12. How many muses are you currently writing?

Uhhh. A looot? There’s only 7 bios up but I have like at least 10 in my drafts lol Some are more talkative than others. There’s also muses I have that only appear on Discord (or on the aesthetic blog). I also have a bunch of NPC level muses that don’t get profiles but are dog piling in the background. Yeah... uh... a lot.

13. In how many fandoms are you currently active?

Roughly 4? I’m most active in Transformers right now but Sonic, Legend of Zelda, and Pokemon are bouncing around like the DVD screen saver in my head as well. (Well actually technically 5 if you count Flight Rising but that’s not an RP fandom for me)

18. Share an opinion you have about multimuse blogs.

I like multimuse blogs! Lots of friends in one place, something interesting is always going on. I get why for some people that would be a downside, but my ADHD brain loves constant stimulation and blogs that have several things going on are great for that :D

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Care instructions for Sorrel: leave near plants/Chao, make sure they have plenty of water and rings. || Care instructions for Amato/Loup: use kind words, make sure Amato is with Loup and vice versa.- Do not make any comments about the war.

Sorrel covers his beak embarrassed. 

“Am I really that easy? ... I am.. Oh Great Mother I am...”

He ducks his head laughing a little. Continuing to try and cover his beak to hide his blushing.

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Amato pauses listening as Loup reads out the care instructions someone left for them. They give Loup an amused look signing quickly,

“They are not wrong.”

Loup snorts leaning into Amato’s side

“They forgot you need an endless supply of candy~” he teases nuzzling his best friend.

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Reblog this if you’re an LGBT+ mun.

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Updates

I edited my rules post to be less rambly and hopefully make it easier to see where my boundaries are. Technically none of the rules themselves have changed they are just more concise. 

I edited my mun post with my Age (25).

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Here is a master post of every callout about Tycho today so far. 

ROSIE: TAROTGUIDED, ANTIHEDGEHOG  VINCENT:  KOOPAKLAW VETRA: LYCANASTROPSHE, RXBBOT TOBY: HEROQUILLS JACKIE: NVLLSPACE HEBBY: BLUNDERBOTS

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     “Oh yeah, you can totally do that, bud! I think she’ll get a real kick out of it!” Changing your fur color was pretty in depth for something like Halloween– as long as you were having fun, your costume probably didn’t matter THAT much. Though she’d never let him just wear his treasure hunting gear, as long as she got a say in that.

     “I’m dressin’ up as some cool chick from a video game I played once or twice. Not really my thing, but yknow, can’t keep me away from somethin’ with style!”

    He nods slowly thinking about what shapes he’ll need to cut out and color. He’s got a bunch of paints since the Chao living under the temple like to paint. He focuses on Velocity tail wagging a little as he gets excited about this idea, he knows exactly where to get some clothes like Rogue’s.

“This is gunna be fun.”

    He pauses at the mention of a video game character, he’s not great at video games but if they make others happy he’s all for them.

“Oh cool, I bet da character’s got a super cool outfit if ya think she’s cool. Yer the coolest gal I know” He only knows like 4 girls but the point still stands.

@p0publur || Answered a Terrible Pickup Line

Knuckles laughs awkwardly, cheeks turning red and hiding one hand behind his back that he had written the pick up line on.

“Aw yeah, Yer probably right. Someone told me it’d be a funny joke’s all!”

Knuckles really needs to stop taking Rogue’s advice, it never works.

“Pshh What’d it even look like anyway!” his voice cracks and squeaks a little, he clears his throat rocking on his heels.

“Anyway. What do ya think about me wearin’ my Treasure Huntin gear for Halloween? Too lazy?”

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Prowl flicks his wings happily at the praise, continuing to nibble at his food. He’s getting cheese all over his claws but there’s not much he can do at this point, the damage is done. He should probably have used the funny tools Writer provided instead of his servos.

He nods happily, tilting his helm and wings in question at the mention of using a pencil to protect the house from her own brother. What is a pencil? It must be some kind of weapon, but not a very strong one if it is only ‘least’. 

“Is your brother bad?”

His wings sway as he considers her advice for Jinx, he does not know where to get a ping pong ball. But if Jinx likes them there must be some in the house right? He glances around for something that looks like a ball. 

He soon finishes his calzone and drinks the rest of his horchata. His engine purrs happily at the meal, eyes sliding closer to blue one more. He licks his claws clean of cheese, not considering how rude that is.

Hot, Cold, and Kids

[ @toras-muse-cabinet || Found a pen.]

Thankfully, Writer was semi-accustomed to the strange beings that passed through her home on a daily basis. She was currently sticking her tongue out, glaring at the offending calzone with intent to kill. At the other’s question, she nodded.

“It’s very bad- but only if it’s too hot to handle.” She put the calzone down on the table. Who had set her up with watching the kid?... From what she could tell in the letter, Tora had tossed the child her way, so... Yay? “.... This calzone... Is still fresh out of the microwave, so it decided to burn my taste buds to smithereens...” She reached for her latest soda- a fruit punch flavor- and took a swig. “... What do you want for dinner, kid?... I’ve got... Calzones, paninos, I can make what I like to call a ‘tart sandwich’....?”

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Sorrel grimaces shuffling close to Wall-e, he lowers his voice trying not to spook her further. He hadn’t meant to be that forceful he just didn’t want to risk Wall-E getting hurt. He’s not sure she can be hurt but...

He limps closer carefully moving the can to the floor so it’s easier to pick up for the smaller bot.

“Sorry.. I was worried with it up on the shelf you might have trouble lifting it without dumping water all over yourself. Do you want me to get a plant down so you can try watering it?”

He glances around for something that won’t complain about extra water, that won’t be hurt if she accidentally over waters it. His eyes settle on the Canna and Hibiscus, they are both very tolerate of extra water. So he’ll grab one of them if Wall-E wants to water something.

Injured Platypus

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She raised her form so that the other wouldn’t have to lean down to actually get some support. It nearly appeared as though the robot was on the tread equivalent of ‘tippy-toes’, if that was even a thing.

The small scrapper merely started moving, keeping her treads going slow over the dirt road. She kept a bit of her attention on the stranger as she moved. The words took a moment to digest in her system and be translated back before she could actually respond.

“... W.... Waaaaall-Eeee...” Her eyes moved on their stalk as she got the word out. Thankfully she couldn’t feel pain, because the sound of her voice was anything but that of a ‘fully functional robot’. It was cracked from disuse and age, something that her rather filthy form only furthered to prove. She turned her eyes towards the strange creature.

Last she knew, only humans spoke English... And they had danced as they spoke it. Singing songs about Sundays and clothes and joy abounding...

“.... Naaaaammeeee?”

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Knuckles blinks a few times before chuckling nervously, “That bad huh?” He never realized that it would be such a big deal. No one said anything about his costume last year, when he was the Master Emerald. Maybe since they consider the Emerald an object it’s not the same?

“Rogue? I don’t think I got da chest for that. I do got some foam left ova from last year tho so I could make da wings easy enough.” He’s missing the much bigger problem of being the wildly wrong color with no idea how to change his fur color.

“Prolly make da ears too wit da foam...”

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Knuckles laughs awkwardly, cheeks turning red and hiding one hand behind his back that he had written the pick up line on.

“Aw yeah, Yer probably right. Someone told me it’d be a funny joke’s all!”

Knuckles really needs to stop taking Rogue’s advice, it never works.

“Pshh What’d it even look like anyway!” his voice cracks and squeaks a little, he clears his throat rocking on his heels.

“Anyway. What do ya think about me wearin’ my Treasure Huntin gear for Halloween? Too lazy?”

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@p0publur || Answered a Terrible Pickup Line

Knuckles laughs awkwardly, cheeks turning red and hiding one hand behind his back that he had written the pick up line on.

“Aw yeah, Yer probably right. Someone told me it’d be a funny joke’s all!”

Knuckles really needs to stop taking Rogue’s advice, it never works.

“Pshh What’d it even look like anyway!” his voice cracks and squeaks a little, he clears his throat rocking on his heels.

“Anyway. What do ya think about me wearin’ my Treasure Huntin gear for Halloween? Too lazy?”

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“Ah fudge. Halloween’s comin’ up ain’t it? I didn’t pick up a costume yet, maybe I’ll just wear my Treasure Huntin’ stuff”

Knuckles is sprawled out on top of the Master Emerald.

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Wall-E blinked. She shook her eyes, pretty sure that the ‘water’ would not react to her the same. Maybe it would hurt her? Or maybe it wouldn’t… She hesitantly rolled forward, eyes watching the can. She reached out a hand to tap it.

“… Waa-aaaaha?” She hummed. Wall-E’s attention then turned to the plants, which she more-than-happily ‘smiled’ to (more like her eyes both turned up and closed). “Nooo… Ryyyyy!” She waved a hand over the plants- as if that would somehow save them from dehydration.

To the outside observer… That question would seem quite strange, given the fact that the little scrapper ‘bot was covered in rusted patches. Wall-E, however, was now enthused about the idea of getting the ‘water’- or at least the can. Did it just contain endless water? Or was it limited? There would be only one way to find out-

Sorrel watches her with some amusement. He shifts on the stool to watch her inspect the plants and parrot back their needed conditions. He hums a little relaxing as it sinks in the bot is harmless. He turns a little to glance around the shop wondering if there is anything he should cycle out and when he glances back-

“Oh! Be careful! You don’t want to spill it!”

He jolts up stumbling towards Wall-E as she moves to grab the can. It’s still pretty full of water since he refills it at the end of the day and he only added a little to the plants. 

Injured Platypus

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She raised her form so that the other wouldn’t have to lean down to actually get some support. It nearly appeared as though the robot was on the tread equivalent of ‘tippy-toes’, if that was even a thing.

The small scrapper merely started moving, keeping her treads going slow over the dirt road. She kept a bit of her attention on the stranger as she moved. The words took a moment to digest in her system and be translated back before she could actually respond.

“... W.... Waaaaall-Eeee...” Her eyes moved on their stalk as she got the word out. Thankfully she couldn’t feel pain, because the sound of her voice was anything but that of a ‘fully functional robot’. It was cracked from disuse and age, something that her rather filthy form only furthered to prove. She turned her eyes towards the strange creature.

Last she knew, only humans spoke English... And they had danced as they spoke it. Singing songs about Sundays and clothes and joy abounding...

“.... Naaaaammeeee?”

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Prowl’s wings vibrate with concern at the mention of it being poisonous, he did not know that. He hopes it is not poisonous to Cybertronians, tho he has never heard of anything being poisonous to Cybertronians he has heard of visitors from other planets getting poisoned by various elements natural to Cybertron. He watches Writer move around with concern, should she be eating Cinnamon if it is poisonous? He glances to his cup, carefully picking it up trying not to scratch it with his claws and taking a sip. He sets the cup down just as carefully.

He flexes his claws again when Writer sets the calzone in front of him, buzzing happily at the food. He carefully picks it up with his claws and takes a bite despite the time warnings. He does not seem bothered by the temperature. As he eats his eyes shift to a more greenish hue, he tilts his head at her question.

“I am not... I am a Hunter. Uncle says we all have sharp eyes, claw and fangs for protecting Praxus from criminals.”

He nibbles more at the calzone, his eyes slowly shifting back from Yellow to Blue. Despite the fact the change from Blue to Yellow had been instant it seems the return transformation was more complicated. He beeps indignantly as his claws dig into the soft calzone, he forgot how hard it is to keep them from piercing soft materials when he is trying to grip.

Hot, Cold, and Kids

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Thankfully, Writer was semi-accustomed to the strange beings that passed through her home on a daily basis. She was currently sticking her tongue out, glaring at the offending calzone with intent to kill. At the other’s question, she nodded.

“It’s very bad- but only if it’s too hot to handle.” She put the calzone down on the table. Who had set her up with watching the kid?... From what she could tell in the letter, Tora had tossed the child her way, so... Yay? “.... This calzone... Is still fresh out of the microwave, so it decided to burn my taste buds to smithereens...” She reached for her latest soda- a fruit punch flavor- and took a swig. “... What do you want for dinner, kid?... I’ve got... Calzones, paninos, I can make what I like to call a ‘tart sandwich’....?”