#Surge RP Blog

[th3-m3an-gr33n]

HELLOOOOO LOSERS!!!!!!!!!

It's me! Your favourite hero, Surge the Tenrec!!!!

Apparently Sonic and his besties all have tumblr accounts now and I don't wanna miss out on the fun!

And, my tumblr account is WAY better than that loser Sonics!

AND, I want to let my adoring fans interact with me, because I'm AWESOME! Oh also Kit is here sometimes, say hi kit!

...

Kit!

O-oh um... Hi?

There we go! Now SEND US SHIT!!!!!! >:D

OOC:

Hello!!!!! My name is hector (he/it) and I'm the admin of this blog! I follow from @h3xt0r !!

This blog is multiship friendly! Please god ship my girl with anyone and everyone I beg

Feel free to send any and all kinds of asks and I'll answer as quick as I can, but I can be slow sometimes ;~;

Open to oc interactions!

Character info/hcs:

Surge: 19 years old, she/her pronouns, i have no set in stone hc for her sexuality, really its whatever works for the rp :3 (tho my personal fave hc for her is aro lesbian!)

Kitsunami: 12 years old, he/it pronouns, transmasc non binary

Rules (I don't have many yet):

-dont be creepy to kit! He is 12.

-dont be an asshole

-they are both going to be MEAN, don't take it personally

-romantic rp (both f/f and m/f) is welcome! But I do want to keep this account sfw so nothing sexual as of now :3

[askthesonicgang]

Closest relative to an echidna is a platypus, just saying ;)

Also Tenrecs share the area code with ring tailed lemurs if I remember correctly.

Tangle: Hey who knows? Maybe me and Surge were friends as kids!

[imbobthetomato]

Oh! I guess I’m supposed to make an introduction post? Ha ha, silly me, cutting right to the business...

[clears throat]

Hey there! I’m Bob the Tomato. You might not recognize me without my friend Larry, but I’m the other host of VeggieTales, heh heh! 

I’ve got an ask box set up so you can ask me questions, and I can even answer questions in character as character’s I’ve played on VeggieTales...if you’re into that sort of thing...

Anyway, thanks for having me on this neat little website. I’ll be around all day! I...I think.

[gunsblazingg]

Can’t tell if im really energetic or really tired.

[that-handsome-rogue]

Hello to my new followers. You’ve come at an unfortunate time. I have children (against my will) and one of them is incredibly insufferable.

That is mostly what you will see unless you also wish to say something. I will respond when I am free.

[expl0sive-surge]

We burn it all down! Sonic! Eggman! Every idiot that follows either of them! We end it all! No more heroes! Villains! Nothing! If we don't get a past, they don't get a future!

open roleplay blog for Surge the Tenrec

Penned by Inkwell

Follows back from @floxy-offical

[surgestan]

Hey! Just wanted to let you know that I think you're pretty cool. Alright, see ya! (Winks and parkours away into the sunset)

“…Thank you?”

[Surge snorts, stifling a laugh against her fist.]

[infrared-aura]

A Riolu lies on the grass near the Beach Path, unconscious. He's never been outdoors before, so this is certainly new.

He slowly stirs, unknowing how long he was out. He looks at his paws, seeing light blue fur instead of gray. Another thing he notices is that his body is a lot fuzzier than usual. Is that... actual fur? His Aura sensors, as well, feel different... Since when were his Aura sensors on the sides of his head? He panics, confused as all get out. This... isn't right. None of this is right.

[pokemon-legends-voltage]

It certainly has been a while, but I think we are ready to return to this blog. Apologies for the unexplained leave of absence- All of the other Mikus had just recently arrived in my world when Mind decided to start the blog, and frankly most of them were still somewhat shaken from the experience for apparently my world is a lot farther in the future than the rest of theirs. All in all, none of them were really in the mood for blogging, but now I think we are ready to return.

Generally, this blog will be more of a place to document our experiences more than trying to interact with others- since there’s so many of us sharing a blog, it would just get too confusing too quickly. I am happy to be back, though, and I’m sure the others will be glad to have a little community as well!

-🐉

[askthesonicgang]

*Insert punching the ball too hard, sending it flying and bonk Silver on the head, and since it quills the ball pops* Oh... uhm... I'm sorry... I will get a new one.

*Everyone begins to laugh. Sparking even a small smile from kit*

Tails: IS THAT A SMILE? *tails start wagging*

Kit: No.

Surge: Come on Drippy, you’re on my team!

*Kit follows Surge over to the volleyball net where Mighty and Ray are in the opposite side*

*Tails decides to go back to the pool, sitting in a corner when Rouge approaches him*

Rouge: How’s it going, hun?

Tails: I don’t think it’s working. How does Sonic do this?

Rouge: The real question is, why are you trying so hard, sweetie?

Tails: He’s just like me! He’s weird our childhoods weren’t the best and i don’t know he’s just like me! Sure I have Cream and Charmy, but that’s different. They’re happy, they’ve always been happy. They don’t know what it’s like to be me. Kit does.

Rouge: Kit avoids you because of that, Tails. You remind him of himself, all this pain is still new to him.

Tails: Do you think we’ll get to be friends?

Rouge: Maybe. The future is uncertain, just focus on having fun right now, you can’t always make sure everyone is happy.

*Tails hugs her*

Tails: Thanks Rouge! *He swims away towards Cream and Charmy*

*Espio sits in the pool ledge next to Rouge*

Espio: Those were wise words.

Rouge: I know, handsome. Shouldn’t you be focused on a certain hedgehog?

Espio: I don’t know what you mean…

Rouge: Cut the act, Espio. I’ve seen you two talk. It’s been a while, why haven’t you done anything about it?

Espio: He isn’t interested in me.

Rouge: What makes you say that?

Espio: He’s only here for emergencies.

Rouge: Hun, all there are are emergencies! Poor guy can’t catch a break!

Espio: Precisely.

Rouge: Ughhhh!

[thepyroprincess]

Intro Post

Greetings, I am the princess of the Sol Empire, but you may refer to me as Blaze the Cat.

I have been informed of my friends' presence here on tumblr and wished to participate as well. Sonic, Amy and Cream have shown me how to start up this blog.

Things to know:

Blaze is ageless, I gave up on keeping track on everyone's ages, she like around 18ish physically ig

Suggestive stuff.. is acceptable but also if you try anything with blaze you will be smited

I do not mind talking about darker topics but will try to deviate away from the topic for it seems to me what the character would do depending on the situation

There will be cursing, cannot say how much but if the roleplay escalates a lot, so will the amount of cursing

There might be personal headcanons and/or assumptions about this character made by the roleplayer but please understand I'm acting her character out the best I can

Anons and OCs are welcomed here

Open to shipping

Will add on to this if necessary

Other cool sonic rp blogs:

Sonics:

@ur-fav-blue-blur69

@ghostintheprism

@twink-sonic

Shadows:

@theultimateshadow

@twink-shadow

Silvers:

@silverthefutureboi

@voxfuturi

@twink-silver

@butch-silver

@absolution2206

Blazes:

@set-it-all-ablaze

Knuckles:

@echidnawarrior94

@unknowntome1994

Tails:

@two-of-tails

@doubletaileddoubletrouble

Amys:

@femmeamy

Rouges:

@driving-you-batty

Creams:

@dacreambun

@teatime-with-cream

Surges:

@the-green-mean

Espios:

@the-devoted-ninja

Tangle:

@tanglelemurus

Nine:

@9oftails

Multi:

@silver-heroes-rp

@the-sonic-crew

@aburningmemory

[matrixbearer2024]

Suffering

Are you really even living? Or simply surviving doctor? When had immortality turned from a blessing into a curse? More importantly, did you really even care? Or did you only care because you're now all alone?

AKA; Ford internalizing now that he's alone and invulnerable to the sands of time. The same can't be totally said for his mental state though. After all, he's only human.

Songfic based on "Suffering" by Amelie Farren written for my Time Lord Twins AU!

I'm very delulu for my AU- so have a sneak peek into Doc's future with this song fic I wrote. I have three distinct moments for Stanford as the Doctor in my timelord twins AU:

the Doctor that neglects — when he was young and was only a Doctor thanks to his PhDs

the Doctor that regrets — present, where I normally create content for him and where his blog and RP are currently situated

the Doctor that forgets — the far flung future where he outlives everybody and completely embraces being a time lord

I'll be tagging these posts accordingly, but I'd love to talk about his lore much more if you guys are interested!

The sun had long dipped below the edge of the cosmos, surrendering to the sea of stars that now spilled across the boundless sky. Within the TARDIS, Stanford stood against the vast backdrop of that eternal night, the hum of the ship's machinery a constant, soothing drone beneath the cacophony of his thoughts. The silver pill case in his hand reflected the light of a nearby console, gleaming with a sterile brightness that made his skin crawl. He turned it over between his fingers, contemplating the small white tablets that represented his fragile tether to equilibrium.

  I've thrown aside my worries, but the cares they bite me back. I'm taking twenty vitamins a day, for the iron I lack.

  Stanford grimaced, the corners of his lips pulling downward as the familiar bitterness welled up in his throat. He tilted his head back and swallowed the pills dry, feeling them scrape down his throat as if rebelling against their purpose. Sustenance without substance, that was his life now. He no longer needed food to keep going, no longer needed the simple pleasures of living— he only indulged when he could remember to, when the aching loneliness hadn’t numbed his senses entirely.

  I don't need food I don't need sleep, don't tell me that I'm wrong! I don't know what I'm doing— But can you please just play along?

  The first decade had clawed at him with relentless, gnawing grief. Each year afterward seemed to find a new way to hollow him out, chiseling deeper into the marrow of his being until there was nothing left but the echo of old anguish. He would lie awake in the captain’s chair or pace the TARDIS halls, every footfall a metronome counting out regrets. Days would bleed into each other, a palette of shadows smearing over any sense of time. He’d stopped counting birthdays after the 200th, the last one he’d shared with Stanley.

  Why count when the numbers stretched toward an infinity he wanted nothing to do with?

  My head is made of flowers, and my body made of steel. Cause I can't think— Can't hear— can't feel!

  Stanford’s fingers flexed, muscles tightening and releasing as if testing the reality of their presence. The memories surged forward like a wave, unstoppable and suffocating— hands covered in grime and ash, eyes stinging from the smoke that rose like specters around him, the taste of iron sharp on his tongue. He had touched the stars, commanded them, until they burned him to cinders. His mind was an overgrown thicket now, vines of regret and bitterness weaving through every synapse, thorned reminders of a past he could neither escape nor amend.

  When he closed his eyes, he could see them— faces etched into the void, voices calling out in anguish as they fell. Each step, each choice, stained his path with crimson guilt. He felt like a monument to grief, immovable and ever-decaying.

  They say a picture's worth a thousand words, but I disagree. I can't imagine anything Cause I can't see!

  The doctor let out a breath that shuddered its way past his chest, eyes straying to the holographic stars projected across the TARDIS library. What he once chased with fervor and ambition had turned into an unyielding prison. The titles of “healer” and “teacher”, which once filled him with pride, now felt like weights dragging him deeper into the abyss. What good was saving worlds when he couldn’t save his own heart from splintering?

  I won't break the ice though what else Is there to do? Cause suffering in silence is better—

  He could scream, tear at the walls and curse the very fabric of the universe, but he didn’t. The tears had dried up centuries ago, leaving him a stoic effigy among the whirring consoles and glowing monitors. The charade was familiar— a smile that never reached his eyes, words measured and wrapped in carefully crafted ease. He was an actor in the greatest tragedy ever told, where the curtains never fell.

  Than suffering with you.

  The doctor’s gaze dropped to the leather-bound journal resting on the armrest of his chair, untouched for days. The pages within held maps of stars, sketches of constellations, and annotations written with a frantic hand, desperate to capture even a fragment of meaning. The room around him felt cavernous, echoing with memories of Dipper’s quick wit and Mabel’s bright laughter. He could almost hear them, almost see their shadows darting between bookshelves.

  But it was only him, just him, marooned in this endless stretch of time.

  So I jumped out with a parachute, but the ground caught me off guard. Karma for the rules I break, the ones I disregard.

  The temptation to go back, to step through rifts that bent reality and visit those moments, was irresistible. He’d done it before, left the TARDIS hidden among the trees and traced the familiar paths of Gravity Falls with trembling steps. His heart would clench as he watched past versions of himself and his twin squabble over nonsense, the cheery voices of his grand niece and nephew not long to join. Their voices carrying over the wind with the kind of ease that only came before everything shattered.

  I can feel the tension rising. What fate is worse than this? Stuck between the ones I love—

  He’d watch them, hidden in the shadows of his own memories, a ghost to a life he once lived. Cosmic rules be damned. He’d listen to the echoes of their laughter until it felt like it would break him, that painful, beautiful sound that underscored just how far he’d fallen. But even then, he would not dare approach, would not dare alter a single second.

  And the ones I miss.

  Stanford’s eyes shifted to the flickering flames of the library’s fireplace, its light casting restless, dancing shadows across the room. The orange glow did little to warm the chill embedded in his bones. How many Fords, across how many dimensions, would have craved this? A sanctuary lined with knowledge and power, the respect of entire galaxies balanced on a single whispered name— ‘Doctor.’ And yet, it was all as hollow as the space between the stars.

  My head is made of shrubbery, and my body made of stone. Cause I can't for the life of me— reap what I have sown!

  He tightened his hold on the armrest, the leather creaking under his grip. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. It never should have come to this— sailing across time, trapped in a machine that hummed with its own form of loneliness, while he wore a mask that no one ever questioned. It felt like being both the sculptor and the statue, shaping and trapped by the life he’d carved out.

  They say a picture's worth a thousand words, but I disagree. I can't imagine anything, 'cause I can't see!

  The weight of immortality, once so alluring, now coiled around him like iron shackles. What did it matter if entire legions paused at the utterance of his name? What did it matter if beings far beyond human comprehension flinched at the sight of him? It meant nothing without the echoes of laughter, without the warmth of shared stories and the unspoken understanding of his family’s presence beside him.

  I won't break the ice though what else Is there to do? 'Cause suffering in silence is better—

  He filled the silence with companions, short-lived stars that burned bright and fizzled out too quickly. They were there, and then they weren’t. Time was relentless, wearing them down to memories while he stood unchanged. Each one chipped away at him, left him a little more hollow. His only true constant was Stanley, and even he didn’t know the full story. Ford wouldn’t let him, couldn’t let him see that far into the dark.

  Than suffering with you.

  The TARDIS thrummed, a soft, sympathetic sound that vibrated through his bones as if it, too, mourned the lives they’d shared and lost. Ford exhaled, the heaviness in his chest pressing down like a stone. He could carry this, he would carry this— because if there was one thing he’d learned in all these centuries, it was that some battles are never meant to be shared. Some wars are fought in silence, against an enemy that wore your face in the mirror.

  And if the burden grew too heavy, well— he was the Doctor. He would bear it alone.

  He had to.

  I try to sink and never float.

  Some days, the weight was manageable, a familiar companion that settled over him like a well-worn cloak. But tonight, the burden felt insurmountable, pressing against his chest until each breath tasted sharp, like the metallic tang of blood from battles fought too long ago to matter and yet too vivid to forget.

  Stanford’s eyes turned to the viewport, where the stars blinked back at him with their indifferent light. Once, those points of light had been symbols of promise, of adventure and uncharted paths. Now they were cold eyes watching as he drifted— an eternal voyager, bound by his own choices and the mistakes that clung to him like barnacles on a shipwreck.

  Cause my head is underwater.

  The doctor’s fingers found the edge of his sleeve, gripping it tight as though it could anchor him. The silence roared in his ears, the kind that made old wounds ache with the sharpness of fresh cuts. Memories of splintered wood and that familiar bite of ozone filled his senses. The frantic fight, the blinding light, the hole that had torn through his chest— a wound that should have marked the end. He let out a shuddering breath, feeling phantom pain coil around him like a serpent.

  I’m here by choice by my own hand.

  The most damning part was knowing that every fracture, every scar, was carved by his own hand. He’d walked into the chaos willingly, driven by an insatiable need to prove something— to whom, he couldn’t even remember anymore. A need that had led him to make choices that, at best, haunted him and, at worst, had cost him everything.

  I’m a lamb sent into slaughter.

  He ran a hand through his hair, disheveling the silver strands that had once been a youthful umber. The weight in his chest grew heavier, spreading through his limbs. He remembered the moment he’d sealed his fate with a handshake and a grin, signing away pieces of himself to a demon who promised everything and gave nothing but ruin. Even now, the jeers of that one-eyed triangle haunted the corners of his vision, mocking him with every beat of his undying heart.

  I’m aware of my own body.

  Every nerve ending screamed in protest as memories flared to life. The repair box’s nanobots— an endless legion that buzzed beneath his skin— worked tirelessly, a ceaseless reminder that he wasn’t wholly his own anymore. Some days, he could almost feel them moving, an itch he could never scratch. His hands curled into fists, knuckles turning white as he resisted the impulse to claw at the sensation, to rip it out and make it stop.

  I can feel beneath my skin.

  But he didn’t. He never did. The discipline of centuries held him captive, a slave to his own stoic facade. He swallowed hard, letting the tension dissipate as much as it ever could, settling like sediment at the bottom of his soul. The fire’s light flickered over his features, casting deep shadows that made his face look carved from stone.

  I can wash away my insecurities.

  He stood abruptly, the sudden motion sending a wave of dizziness through him. The doctor steadied himself against the back of the chair, eyes closing as he drew in a breath. The act was as much a ritual as any he performed— a way to wash the fractures of his spirit, to convince himself that he was still whole. But deep down, he knew.

  But can’t wash away my sin!

  No amount of time, no act of heroism, could ever cleanse the burgundy that stained his hands. It was a truth that gnawed at him, a constant shadow that whispered during his moments of quiet. He turned toward the shelves, running a finger over the spine of a book he’d read a hundred times but never truly absorbed. Knowledge without purpose— just like him.

  They say a picture’s worth a thousand words, but I disagree! I can’t imagine anything—

  The holographic stars in the library blinked and swirled, shifting constellations that once spoke of wonder and exploration. Now, they were a cruel reminder of all the places he’d been, all the faces he’d left behind. He raised a fist, hesitated, then let it fall to his side. He couldn’t even find the anger to break the illusion.

  Cause I can’t see!

  His vision blurred, not with tears— those had dried up long ago— but with the weight of exhaustion that pressed down on him like a vice. Every accolade, every whispered praise, fell flat, their meaning washed away by the tides of time and repetition. The applause of civilizations felt no different than the hollow sound of silence.

  I won’t break the ice though what else Is there to do?

  The cold chill crept into his veins, a familiar companion that had shared his endless nights. Yet, he dared not crack the veneer he’d cultivated— that smile, that reassuring nod. It was a mask, as impenetrable as the TARDIS walls. To break it would mean shattering the delicate balance that kept him standing.

  Cause suffering in silence is better—

  Stanford’s fingers brushed against the journal again, the touch almost reverent, as if it held the answers he’d long given up searching for. The one story he couldn’t write was his own— each word caught in the tangle of what-ifs and could-have-beens that ensnared his mind.

  Than suffering with you!

  He swallowed back the ache, pushing it down to the depths where it simmered and seethed. To bear it alone was better; it was safer. The doctor would stand, resolute and silent, a guardian of time burdened by its cruelest truths.

  And as the night deepened, the stars outside continued their silent vigil, unmoved by the man who carried the weight of universes in his lonely fractured heart.

Tell me what you think about these two! I've got more drabbles in store for them aside from the content already on both their blogs @gftimelord & @gftimelordstwin! Also posted here on Ao3!

[iriswashere]

The sudden surge of obey me blog rps is hilarious

like did a bunch of people just get together and went "Hey lets all make rp blogs"

[surgestan]

”So, I played a little game. And err-…girl same. I feel her, I’d be her friend.”

[aburningmemory]

15-18+ BLOG

Welcome to the Ask Blaze blog! This is a STH roleplay blog that mostly focuses on Blaze The Cat. (A semi cannon divergent trans blaze) HOWEVER! There are more muses then just him here.

Muses include:

- Rouge the Bat

- Amy Rose

- Sally Acorn

- Surge the Tenrec

- Lanolin the Sheep

- Tangle the Lemur

- Whisper the Wolf

SIDE MUSE(s)

Sir Percival SATBK

Nimue the lady of the lake SATBK

General rules doc: RULES

BLOG SPECIFIC RULES:

- NSFT IS ALLOWED. All muses on this blog are CONSENTING ADULTS. But i will NOT participate in smut roleplays, 9nly will i awnser ‘odd’ or ‘weird’ asks if they are somewhat tame. Mod is hyoersexual and is very very fine with these subjects, however mod is also in a relationship, please respect that.

- DO NOT bully eachother or get hostile with one another, i do not want drama on ANY of my blogs. Askers and roleplayers alike are free to ask/do whatever they desire to bully my characters and i do not want them getting genuine hate for it.

- Angst and such is allowed and welcomed! We all love some heartwrenching pain :)

- ANY AND ALL Roleplay blogs are welcome to interact! Non-STH, Oc, non-cannon, ETC. i dont bite. But if you are non-sth or an oc/a diffrent au from cannon, please try and explain some things before i awnser ur ask. If not ill check ur blog to see if you have a lorepost or such for me to look at before i awnser. Otherwise mod will be very lost during the interactions.

- DO NOT expect me to know EVERYTHING about the characters. Some things might slip by me, but im sure i know enough about most of these characters. Mod has seen sonic 06, most of the comics including surge, sally, Tangle, Whisper, and Lanolin (but mod is still learning about her), mod knows almost every media amy rose and Rouge the Bat appears in and is accustomed to their personas.

Blogroll under cut.

Blog is run by @asktheevilgeniusesson (mods main blog/rp blog)

@aspeedydemon (mods random self blog)

@dyingstarlightabove (mods one-muse Fleetway blog)

@thedetectivechaotix (Multi-muse chaotix blog)

@agodlikehog (multi-muse SONIC.EXE:T.D au blog)

@alostsoulinthestars (Maria one-muse blog)

@theshadowandhislight (mods boyfriends two-muse blog with Sonic&Shadow, this (and the others besides the exe blog) universes sonic and shadow.)

@thegadgetandthepower (mods boyfriends second two-muse blog with Knuckles&Tails, This (and the others besides the exe blog) universes Tails and Knuckles.)

[asktheevilgeniusesson]

Alright so since the last poll won with doing a second blog with other sonic characters (i think, i cant fucken find the poll)

Keep in mind im not likely to actually make a second ask blog (motivational issues and characters and etc) but if i did, this is to see who y’all would want to see me make a second blog abt