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it is biting day therefore.... EXE IS CHEWING ON SHADOW'S ARM.

He's not even surprised. However... Biting day means.

Time to bite and gnaw on EXE's ear and maybe a cheek while his arm is chewed on. You bite him he will obviously bite back (unless you are a literal baby or child, then he will awkwardly tolerate it because he's not about to bite and actually hurt a child) 100% of the time when bitten.

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Sick as a bitch so havent been on alot recently but i will always pounce on the chance to gush to friens so

I adore your portrayal of shadow in the rpc, he has a level of depth that i just adore, not a one not emo, not depressed 24/7, hes serious and he gets shit DONE. I love how he doesn’t take shit from others and will defend other muses (totally not. Refrencing. That one time.), and it may sound like, silly?? Or something but umbra genuinely makes me feel safe for some reason, i adore he and innerste if there are no umbra&innerste fans i am DEAD in my GRAVE /aff

Squeezes they adoringly.

I am so glad you enjoy him (and Innerste!! Both of them!!). The portrayal is something that really was worked on to diverge itself from the 2010s portrayal before Generations and give more cohesiveness to aspects of his timeline such as 05 and shine more like on how grounded he was in 06, which was one of my first Modern Sonic games I played (I played the classics first).

Squeezing you back tysm!!

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[ LET'S PLAY A GAME FOR OLD TIMES SAKE — ARE YOU READY ? ]

A independent and semi - selective multimuse blog ft. REWRITE SONIC and several more SONIC THE HEDGEHOG muses. As coded by Savvy ( he / they )

credit.

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Ppl who have my discord already know this. However!!

I have made little deviation names on Discord for all the various verses of my Shadow/Umbra.

Most cases I will still use just Umbra here since you're not seeing all of the verses in 1 thread at once. But here are the verse names. Raa

Main Verse = Sombra

Dark Verse = Keir

Gone To Ground = Erebus

Meph Possession Verse = Apsephion

Baby verse = Keeps Umbra

No Stasis Verse = Dusk

& Currently just on Discord but

Sonic Underground Verse = Terios

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shadow werehog fan….part TWO…. electric boogaloo…

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What do we think chat, should I do a proper drawing of him in the dress :)

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A remake of a comic I made 8 years ago 💀 god I'm old (says the 22yr old) but this time with the new au designs.

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"Giving you a kiss on the forehead, what does it look like?" The ebony hedgehog replied. He lands just before Kollossus with a soft rush of air as his wings give one last beat downwards.

"Why, did you not like it?" He asked the other.

Flies down

Forehead kith for fluffy boy Kollossus from Shadow.

Slow blink ( what was that. ) When Kolossos noticed him approaching, he expected an attack and braced accordingly. But nothing of the sort came. Instead he received... affection ?

“What are you doin?”

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Shadow was on assignment... technically. He was already done with the assignment itself, he just had yet to bother to report it, as the city was known for having a good medical system and he'd wanted to get as much learning beyond what training he had from the ARK to be sure he knew how to care for someone beyond first aid in the case of injuries.

The fact of the matter was, of course, the moment he reported in that his assignment was done, G.U.N would have another one for him somewhere else as they wanted to keep him as busy as possible. Often to the point they tried to work him into the ground, since they still considered him more object than person even on good days.

He certainly wasn't expecting to run into a pack of jackal Mobians. Literally. He supposed it was on him for not quite paying a lot of attention as he had started doing calculations on how long it would take before G.U.N attempted to check in with him about the assignment or figured out he was already done with it without him reporting it in.

He could smell the sick immediately, his expression morphing to one of concern as he looked at the pup clutched in one of their arms. A runt. Shadow immediately started thinking of the fact runts were notoriously more fragile in the Mobian population when young. Their immune systems not as robust as their larger siblings due to the lack of development into something bigger. In older times, being a runt had typically been natural selections means of saying you had lost the genetic lottery and weren't meant to be on the planet long. Modern times thankfully people could handle runts better and often times they survived if not thrived in certain conditions.

"Excuse me." Shadow mumbled, ears folding back slightly, "Do you need assistance?" He asked, a bit blunt and to the point but well-intentioned.

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Chaos, chaos was all it was right now. The family was struggling, zero was thought to be sick and they were lower than ever on money. Guess thats what they had coming for them after moving out of soleanna to live remotely, eh?

Right now, the family was traveling to try and find any work, in the city. Desperate for money and supplies since hunting was taking too much energy out of the able-bodied. Winter was hitting, prey was moving, and they couldn’t travel for miles and miles out in the forest with zero in the cave alone while the pup was sick. Being a runt meant these sorts of illnesses that might just be a worrying inconvenience for the other three, could end up deadly for zero. And it was showing signs of that now.

They needed help, and fast. Nikuya led her family through the trails twords the city, with Sutansu cradling the pup in his arms, him and his siblings working to try and keep her warm while she looked on the verge of a seizure or something. Hardly responding as it is. Prayers to solaris wouldn’t do much, nikuya hated that she knew that. Staring twords the cloud-covered sun with quiet prayers.

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"I would rather you... not... end my misery. Not sure you even truly could." He replied, his voice low and quiet, his eyes focus forward, masking the urge to grimace and wince as his wounds ached, the bleeding was slowing, but it would be a while till he could patch them up properly with his healing factor, as he'd been rationing his healing factor after figuring out the connection between him and Doom, selfishly thinking if he suppressed it than whatever wounds he'd inflicted on the warlord wouldn't heal that well either.

Truly, he was certain that ending his misery would be far harder than one would think, the fall to the planet after the ARK incident hadn't killed him and he'd expected it to. The battle against Doom the first time hadn't killed him either, nor had G.U.N. or anyone else. He was, after all, the Ultimate Lifeform. Built as a weapon, a cure, a warrior, and a key to immortality. All in one ebony hedgehog who hadn't asked for anything except to help Maria. A task he'd already failed at once, and didn't want to fail at again.

"...And what would you want?" He asked, eyeing the other warily, he doesn't have a lot of choices, Rouge would tell him to use his healing factor properly, but he didn't want to. He didn't wish to risk the idea of his own healing factor also being connected to the warlord and undoing all the damage he had managed to inflict.

His askance is perhaps as close to request for assistance as the erased being will get. Shadow had never been terribly good at requesting help. He preferred to get things done himself. To be the only factor that was at risk if he could help it, simply because he knew in most cases, he could handle it. And if not handle, could survive it. But in this... he couldn't do either, he was, frankly, out of options outside of Mephiles himself.

"All I need is healing separate from my actual regenerative factor. Perhaps a... boost, an edge. Doom is connected to me, my powers. I get stronger through the connection to the Black Arms DNA within me, he gets stronger too. Anything that I improve on myself improves him to." He mentioned, gritting his teeth as his ears pin back sharp and angry and... perhaps afraid. Not of death. No, he would welcome that, even if he wasn't actively seeking it anymore. But of losing control of his own body, becoming a vessel for that warlord.

"...He won't kill me. He wants to take me over. Use me as a vessel to revive himself and complete his original plan for the planet and make it into a food source for the Black Arms." He added, almost an afterthought, he's certain of that, Doom needs his body alive to take him over, all the cajoling to give in and stop fighting during that battle had given him that idea. Someone who didn't need a living host to take over wouldn't be trying so hard to injure and break down instead of maim and strike actual killing blows.

It's a beautiful sight, and Mephiles spent a few moments just drinking it in. He couldn't help but be slightly disappointed that these wounds had not come about at his hands, but he could, at least, appreciate the result. The demon drifted over, feet hovering a few inches above the ground as he tilted his head down at Shadow.

" what is it you want me to do ? i can end your misery, if you'd like. " his voice was conversational, as though this were a slightly amusing experience for him, and not a matter of life or death for the hedgehog at his feet. " unless, of course, you'd rather i kiss it all better. " now he was just taunting him. still, after everything, mephiles believed he was within his rights to do so. and yet, he hesitated to finish the job.

perhaps there was use for shadow yet.

" if you actually want my help... i will want something from you in return. "

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hey there, anyone interested in roleplaying WITH AN OLDER, SHITTIER VERSION OF "TAILS"? he goes by MILES now and has an inflated ego due to ALL THE WINNING he and sonic have done over the years. PRIMARILY INSPIRED BY SONIC ADVENTURE & SONIC ADVENTURE 2 SOLELY. HEAVILY HEADCANON/ORIGINAL MATERIAL BASED. please read CARRD before following. reblog (↻) if interested & i'll check out your blog!!

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Green blood marred his fur. He'd thought he was strong enough, ready to face Doom and sever things once and for all. Instead, he'd nearly lost, technically his only reason having not being that he'd retreated from the situation.

The last thing he wanted was to give Doom his body to use how the alien warlord pleased, even if the color of his own blood screamed just how much he was not truly like Sonic and the others and never would be at that.

He'd always be a freak pretending at being a natural born Mobian.

An ear flicks, twitching toward Mephiles as crimson eyes crack open. He hadn't gone down without any sort of fight, running before Doom could knock him unconscious where he could have done whatever he wanted with his body, including make it into his vessel properly. His fur is matted with patches of bright, acidic green, wounds littering his body and sluggishly trying to heal with the one emerald still in his possession.

"...Nobody asked for commentary on that." He grunted, almost grumbling in complaint as his face tightens slightly gashes mar his sides and his back hurts where the wings have been continuously ripping free, the fur at the spot between his shoulders and some of his back quills shortened or stripped bare from the damage.

"... Are you going to just stand and stare? Or is there a point to your words?"

[ FIND ] + Reverse (To Mephiles; Context of injuries: Shadow had to flee after nearly losing to Black Doom & losing control over his own body & Shadow went around the edge of where the boss fight happens)

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---- Mephiles wanders. Like some kind of near-forgotten memory from someone else's childhood, this nostalgic ghost drifts from one dark corner to another, grasping onto reality and refusing to let go. He is bound to nothing, to no one - he is barely even bound to himself. Reality feels like a fading dream, but he refuses to yield back to oblivion. He is not going back into that damned Scepter.

Then, he smells blood.

The spirit immediately is drawn toward it. That scent is familiar, that presence summoning him like a spell. Mephiles follows his instincts, rounding the corner, only to find .... Ah, isn't this interesting ? Shadow the Hedgehog, on the verge of defeat. Mephiles could simply leave him here to perish, maybe even expedite his exit from this plane, but he doesn't. There's something within him that makes him pause. Instead, he turns his glowing eyes upon the other.

" This certainly isn't your day, is it ? "

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This comic took me so longer than expected, but here it is. Sorry to keep you guys waiting. This is the origin of Shadow fixing his quills, and it's not a happy one.

Poor Hot Topic :(

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Related Ask with @dealfate

Umbra looked at the wooden sword with stars in his eyes as he was handed it. His tail wags like mad. He can match with his papa! And to him, that is the the pinnacle of awesome to him. The highest honor he could ever receive from anyone. At least, that was his own tiny opinion. He looked up at him with large, soft eyes.

"Thank you...!" Umbra purred happily as his tail continued to wag rapidly back and forth, the happy little clicks issuing out of his throat.