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Long, metallic claws slowly snake up from behind, carefully wrapping around the smaller hedgehogs waist in a delicate yet firm holding, bright red iris’ shining onto black fur. Slowly running circles through fur with low engine roars and a soft humming noise from his chest bevel. Eyes lifting to shadows as he hears that soft, addicting voice hit his audio processors. Pressing more into shadow as he spoke with a soft huff. Tail tucked between his own legs and trying to sneakily snake around shadows.

“…bed would be.. nice, darling.. i am… not the proudest I’ve been currently. Hmh..” neo nods slowly, before moving to press his face upwards into the back of his head and into the quills, without much care or carefulness of the sharp things. Breathing out small steam vents into his fur to simulate a heavy sigh and breath. Claws rhythmically tapping against his stomach in gentle movements.

@asktheevilgeniusesson sent: Neo is just… gonna walk up, and slowly rest his head onto the hedgehog's back, being wary of the backspines and quills, with a heavy, almost defeated sounding sigh. He's tired. His body is beaten. He just wants… to relax… with his boyfriend right now.

Barring the twitch of an ear and a half glance in Neo's direction, Shadow didn't move, relaxed and still as he felt the comforting pressure of the robot's body press into his back like a weighted blanket. Being relaxed, his quills easily bent under said weight, acting more like stiff hair than the razor-sharp, metal piercing weapons they normally were. There was a low, very-much-contented rumble in Shadow's throat, and he slowly shut his eyes.

"Do you want to come to bed with me?" he eventually asked, eyes still closed. "To relax. I know you don't need to sleep."

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“The meat gets mushy and kinda like… mm. Gummy textured? Does that make any sense?” The jackal cocks his head like a confused puppy, head swerving up to look at the giant turtle looming above him, head still cocked to the side and ears perked as he listens closely, not a hint of disgust on his face from the topic. “Huh. I never noticed. Most of my kills have been young people.. its not as fun to curb stomp an old person yknow?”

Infinite hums with a shrug, moving his head down to fiddle with the ruby dagger of his as he speaks, eyeballing ut and barbarically gnawing on the dagger to sharpen it against his teeth. Tongue sticking out as he slots it from his maw, sputter out little shards of ruby onto the floor in a poor attempt to aim at the bin.

“Guess it has to get tough for them old folks, cant run with all that juicy sweetness when the vessel is decaying.. eugh. Wrinkled flesh tastes HHHOORRID. Never understood why my sister loved it so much. Eugh.” He does a dramatic shake of his head, ending eith his tongue splayed out once more.

"White people age like bananas." Infinite to kingg

"Things my Mom has yelled at me" Starters

That got a laugh out of the King. "What, love?" He asks with a cock of his head, a brow raised. "The meat get sweeter or something?" It's a joking tone, but no- he's serious as he continues. "I find the older they are, the tougher the heart. It doesn't get soft and sweet like those fruits." He was... Completely serious. It was no secret that the King took part in an old myth related to eating hearts. No- he flaunted it. Used it for intimidation. Made it known to the city that he can- and would- eat the heart of one of his victims.

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"Eggman I hate getting all political and shit but what the fuck is cheese."

-veiledmercenary (Second Chances verse bc this Chief hasn't learned The Horrors(tm) yet so he can still be sillyyyy)

“Well, since you asked.

Cheese is a type of dairy product produced in a range of flavors, textures, and forms by coagulation of the milk protein casein. It comprises proteins and fat from milk (usually the milk of cows, buffalo, goats or sheep). During production, milk is usually acidified and either the enzymes of rennet or bacterial enzymes with similar activity are added to cause the casein to coagulate. The solid curds are then separated from the liquid whey and pressed into finished cheese.[1] Some cheeses have aromatic molds on the rind, the outer layer, or throughout.

A platter with cheese and garnishes

Over a thousand types of cheese exist, produced in various countries. Their styles, textures and flavors depend on the origin of the milk (including the animal's diet), whether they have been pasteurised, the butterfat content, the bacteria and mold, the processing, and how long they have been aged. Herbs, spices, or wood smoke may be used as flavoring agents. Other added ingredients may include black pepper, garlic, chives or cranberries. A cheesemonger, or specialist seller of cheeses, may have expertise with selecting, purchasing, receiving, storing and ripening cheeses.[2]

Most cheeses are acidified by bacteria, which turn milk sugars into lactic acid; the addition of rennet completes the curdling. Vegetarian varieties of rennet are available; most are produced through fermentation by the fungus Mucor miehei, but others have been extracted from Cynara thistles. For a few cheeses, the milk is curdled by adding acids such as vinegar or lemon juice.

Cheese is valued for its portability, long shelf life, and high content of fat, protein, calcium, and phosphorus. Cheese is more compact and has a longer shelf life than milk.[3] Hard cheeses, such as Parmesan, last longer than soft cheeses, such as Brie or goat's milk cheese. The long storage life of some cheeses, especially when encased in a protective rind, allows selling when markets are favorable. Vacuum packaging of block-shaped cheeses and gas-flushing of plastic bags with mixtures of carbon dioxide and nitrogen are used for storage and mass distribution of cheeses in the 21st century,[3] compared with the paper and twine that was used in the 20th and 19th century.”

Inhale.

“Does that awnser your question?”

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“I think i’d know if they were, hon….” Beat.

Kisses him.

sniffing you.

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“Escuse you-“

Confused machine-

sniffing you.

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Hey Neo do your worst possible impression of stinky ol Eggman

AHEM. AHERM. BLEAUGH- VIOLENT BRITISH COUGHING.

Inhale.

“Ohoho im so fat and obese and im sooouh jolly about it! I love making little critters suffer und’a my big fat sweaty palms! Gee, i wonder what happens if i anger this ANCIENT DEITY thats gon’ destroy the world i wan’ conquer!

The consequences will be massive, yaknow, but im funny and its worth it to be a pain in one hedgehogs arsehole! Hohoho! I fucking hate my children! I abuse my wife! Arent i the greatest man ever?”

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Me in the middle of recovering from meltdown: what if I made a hellaverse blog….

Also me: no bad stupid you’d botch the characters nobody would like them, bad 🗞️

Cue me, that fun little second voice, and my brain, arguing about this idea

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Im gonna fucking loose it, chat this is my 14th reason.<3

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Biscuits were done, half baked because this oven is confusing, cant make th garlic sauce because theres no FUCKING MICROWAVE, im just so fucking done already. If u dm me n i dont respond whilst replying to threads its bc i fucking hate myself rn and i dont want to dissapoint anymore people rn.<3

Im gonna prob cry in the room we have i was left alone with no clue how to use the oven here and i cant contact anyone so these biscuits are gonna suck

No oven mitts, no scissors, no NOTHING. I wanna kms</3

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Im gonna prob cry in the room we have i was left alone with no clue how to use the oven here and i cant contact anyone so these biscuits are gonna suck

No oven mitts, no scissors, no NOTHING. I wanna kms</3

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All she could do was yell and cry, but her squirming came to a halt as she was heaved into a hold, yelping and whimpering as she stopped squirming but didnt stop her rather obnoxious loud yelping and jackal howling. She was pitchy and squeaky as a pup would be as she tightly curled up and closed her tear-filled eyes. Body shaking violently as she covers her face, still making a racket but now she wasnt making it impossible to hold her.

She didn’t believe him. Save her? He still reeked of her families scents and she hated the implication of it all, crying her eyes out as she just expected him to kill her when they were out of sight from the robots. Everything was scary. She wanted her mom. Or dad. Anyone, SOMEONE familiar. Not, in the moment, her supposed family murderer. Teary, wet eyes stare up at the hedgehog with pure terror and grief. A silent “please… please don’t kill me…” leaves the squeaky pup.

The only thing the pup could bring herself to do in the moment, seeing, who she assumed to be, the one who had just slaughtered her entire family, LAUNCH right at her in a moment she could only suspect to be murderous, was scream. She screamed her lungs out and tightly shut her eyes when the adults body collides with hers, yelping out as she was tackled into the ground. Which, stupidly, gave her the motivation to move, screaming and yelping as she squirmed for dear life in the other’s paws. Pure terror and distraught on her features.

“NO, NO! NO LET ME GO! PLEASE— PLEASE! LET GO! I DONT WANT TO DIE— I DONT— I— HH—“

It was all someone of her age and height could do, barely even 1’3 in height and underdeveloped claws and teeth, squirming and screaming while slashing her rather harmless claws at them in pure terror. “SOLARIS HELP ME!”

The poor girl had no clue she was being saved. She was too wrapped up in her own emotions and turmoil and the stench of her family reeking off of the hedgehog did not help her mind one bit.

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What drew you to my blog initially, and what, so far, has made you stay?

Is it the mun’s muses, their writing style, their worldbuilding? Is it the mun themselves? All of the above? Let ‘em know!

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You want me dead? Get in line. You’re not the first one, and you certainly won’t be the last.

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Send ‘GAME OVER’ to get a glimpse of one of the worse possible endings that can happen to my muse in their life.

It can vary to death, tragic occurences, loss of loved ones, becoming evil, betrayal, etc. It can be a short description or a short drabble.

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Shuji hasnt learned i am The Freak™️ mootie

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Just arrived at our lakehouse, and luckily the place has wifi! So ill be popping in and out when i have time to reply to things, yay!!