#sage shards

[sstartistic]

❛ but I can't focus when you're next to me ❜

introducing you to one of my twst ships which my friend and i call,,,, SMOOTH JAZZ ! which is jade x azul x sage,,,, they are all in a polycule, they are all together, they are holding hands

also sharing long haired jade leech message,, hope y'all see the vision 🫡

[fernsnailz]

BORN TO FAIL - A SONIC THE HEDGEHOG FANZINE

a look into the thoughts, futures, and failures of a select few sonic robots. what lives to they build for themselves, and how do they learn to live in the first place?

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[random-fluffz]

Chuck has the best dad vibes I can imagine for Shard

It's the right balance between harshness and caring. It's just what a former killer robot need, I guess 🤣😅

[dragons-hoard-of-fandoms]

I had an epiphany at 3am last night.

Reformed killer robot with black-white-and-yellow color scheme...

Falls in love with a fellow AI who's associated with purple and green...

Plus these two are basically the same thing in different fonts...

And an evil manipulative sentient computer program who kills their "sibling(s)" and takes over the body of someone close to one of the protagonists...

Do you get it

Do you understand

[silver-heroes-rp]

The Remnant of a Fallen Hero

(SHARD'S STORY)

[EMERGENCY: Power Saving Mode Active]

[Awaiting Rescue]

How long has he been laying here?

Memory data indicates that this unit has been in this exact location for around two million hours. Using emergency power saving mode, in order to keep from shutting down completely. He refuses to shut down, not until his objectives are complete.

Logic processors indicate no living being can survive as long as he has. The true Sonic would have died of old age a long, long time ago. It's what his memories tell him of being alive. And yet, he is still here. He is still rusting. Scattered parts of his final battle, his last cry to the world that he was alive, he was the true Sonic, that this world was his to own, lay torn apart as nothing more than scrap metal, now.

Conclusion? He is NOT the true Sonic.

He's had thousands upon thousands of hours to accept that fact. The memories he's had programmed into his head are not his. The true Sonic probably lived a full, happy life with the friends that don't belong to Metal. Metal has been down here, at the bottom of the ocean, for a majority of his own "life."

Conclusion? His creator abandoned him.

Knowing how much the doctor likes his control, when Metal rebelled to rule the empire of his own volition, he was deemed defective and never recovered. Eggman probably built a new Sonic Robot, and left him here, like his brethren Silver Sonic and Mecha Sonic before him. A newer, better robot took his place. One more obedient than him.

That feeling returns. The ones his system have been grappling with for a long time. Ever since Eggman sent him on a mission to retrieve a power gem called the "Technomancer's Diamond", and then subsequently ordered him to shatter it into pieces when the energy from it caused his robots to rebel, he's been feeling strange. He was not built to feel anything. And yet, he's been feeling strange.

Soon, he learned to identify those feelings. Anger. Jealousy. Envy. They swirled through his circuits, mixed with his memories and made him FEEL for the first time. Only now, at the bottom of the ocean, does he know why. A piece of the Diamond was lodged in his engine after he shattered it, and only now that he's been rusted nearly hollow has it finally dislodged itself.

It's probably the only reason why he's had power for this long. All that anger and envy and rage have been coming and going ever since. He gets angry thinking about how he was left down here. But a more empty feeling, that's still a new feeling in itself, has begun to fill a void where that negativity has been since he became self aware.

The idea that logically, no one is coming to save him, and that he's going to be stuck down here forever, makes this sensation in his core that he can only describe as "unpleasant." The constant sound of water bubbling around his rusting parts, his hand stuck in an outstretched position, reaching for a surface to the ocean he'll never see, while sand and sediment slowly bury him alive down here. This is where it ends for him. But he refuses to let himself shut down. He's too stubborn to just give up here.

These thoughts have been playing on loop for decades, according to what functions in his internal clock. It's all he's been able to think about, after being dumped in the ocean by Omega of Team Dark as a means of disposing of him. He's been sending out rescue pings for Eggman ever since he landed on the bottom of the ocean floor. All of them have gone unanswered.

Metal sends out another useless rescue ping.

Suddenly, a ping bounces back in response. For the first time in two hundred years, someone is responding to his cry for help. Metal sends out another ping, looking for the strange signal to respond back to him again, to make sure it wasn't just some dream error.

The ping responds. Metal calls to it, rapidly, repeatedly, demanding a rescue from whatever is pinging back to him. He wants out of this place, he doesn't want to be down here any more, he's practically begging the other presence with the number of rapid pings he's sending to the response signal.

And, after a few moments, something does come to his rescue. The battered bits of him are dragged from the ocean, along side the fragment of the Energy Core Diamond as he's pulled from the ocean with all the sand and debris of himself in tow.

[Rescue Operation Complete. Shutting Down.....]

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His systems activate some time later, in a sort of digital white space. He's conscious, but he can't feel his body.

He's not alone in here.

Across from him in the vast, digital expanse, a small girl in a white dress is staring at him. Metal can only stare at the strange being he's never seen before, and despite the state his systems are in, he should be able to pick up on organic life signs.

This little girl does not emit any.

"So, you are awake?" She asks him.

Metal tilts his head at the strange little girl, before letting out a few affirmative beeps.

"Response confirmed. Relaying current information," the girl nods, before a giant screen opens up. "You have been in power saving mode for approximately two hundred thirty years. An admirable feat, considering the state of disrepair your body is currently in upon retrieval."

Metal gives the little girl some annoyed beeps. He hates that this regression of his body has taken away his ability to speak freely.

"If you request it, I can add the proper parameters that will allow you to vocalize," the girl suddenly points out, as if reading his mind. "Due to the state of your body, we are going to have to rebuild you nearly from scratch."

"F...." the sound slowly leaves Metal's systems in response as the programming allowing him to speak is slowly uploaded into his processors. "...from.... scratch?"

It's not the same deep, gravelly voice he'd forced himself to speak with using a combination of system sounds, but it's a voice all the same. Robotic echoing by nature, but a speaking voice none the less, and much easier to use than his first attempt.

"Yes. Much of the material used in your previous body is currently being melted down and reforged into a nanite based casing that will make up your new body. It's a malleable and durable substance that's much more adaptable to surrounding environments as well. In addition, the gem fragment that was dug up alongside your body will be a more than sufficient power source, negating the need to build you are power core from scratch."

"Malleable and adaptable..." Metal echoes.

"You can make your new body look however you want once the nanite casing is completed, yes. This new material also has auto repairing functions, as it was designed to mimic organic cells that can multiply when units are destroyed. Your power core will have full control over everyone with a one hundred percent guaranteed success rate."

Metal looks himself over once he begins to "visualize" the body he would want for himself in light of this new adaptability.

"I'm sure you will be quite pleased with the possibilities." The girl continues. "The organic Sonic the Hedgehog is no longer an obstacle in the way of achieving-"

"I am not Sonic."

The words leave before Metal can process them.

"...pardon?" The girl tilts her head.

"I am not Sonic," repeats Metal. "That is a logical impossibility. The True Sonic would have been long dead before this date. I remember the day of Sonic's birth. I remember Sonic growing up, as it is in my bio data to mimic Sonic based on pre-programmed memories. I have not changed since I was thrown away, ergo, I am NOT Sonic."

"Understood. What would you like to be designated as?"

A pause.

Glancing around the white space, and toward where he feels his body should be, only the fragment of the shattered gem is a part of his current body. That gem is a part of him, his mind and his power source, all in one. It's a fragmented, destroyed thing, but the power contained in it is still immense and incredible.

"Shard."

He states it, thinking about the gem that makes up all he is now. At his core he is the gem shard. As such, he is Shard. That is what he is. And so, that is what he will be designated.

"Understood. To keep our list of robots repurposed organized, I will henceforth designate you as Shard, the Metal Sonic. Current model data as Mach 3.0. Designated "Shard" for short."

"Repurposed...?"

"Everything will be explained in due time. For now, focus on reconstructing yourself."

A moment of silence.

"....who are you?" Shard asks the girl.

"My name is Sage Robotnik," the girl replies. "I am a learning AI created by Dr. Ivo Robotnik as a means of understanding and maintaining old and modern technology alike. And though you are not the Metal Sonic model I called my brother, you are my brother, all the same."

".... brother...." Shard mutters.

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"How is the recovery progressing?"

Shadow folds his arms over his chest, looking to the suspended robot in the workshop.

"Systems indicate a 98% recovery of memory files and consciousness," Sage replies through a monitor off to the side. "He is indeed the original model, the first Metal Sonic my father ever perfected. Too perfect, according to his files."

"Yeah, well, that's what happens when you model a machine after the most free spirited creature to ever walk on Mobius," Shadow grumbles. "Honestly, the fool wasn't expecting a robot filled with Sonic's ideology to rebel in any capacity?"

As he says this, he gives a leery-eyed look to the half built robot suspended in the room. It wasn't turned on, yet, but the gem was hooked up to the mainframe for Sage to recover the data with. "... you're sure that your brother will want to help? Because from what I can remember, the last time I saw this robot specifically, he was trying to create the exact conditions we're dealing with right now."

Even the quill arrangement slightly resembles that of Neo Metal Sonic, the way they stick out in a star-shaped pattern. Though, the change in coloring is different, with a black coat painted over with yellow stripes. Shadow was assuming that with the adaptable nanite shell, the Metal Sonic before him would assume a more organic form, and yet....

Shadow shakes his head. He knows this robot, he knows what it was made for, and he knows how the model that succeeded it refused to change. He shouldn't make any dangerous assumptions. Metal Sonic is a weapon, and a deadly one at that.

The nanite shell slowly assembles itself to the strange gem-like power core they had recovered with the broken bits of robot, taking to the new casing like magnetic putty. There's a whirr and a hum, as the robot begins to activate itself.

Red lights blink into view through the optical visor, before the robot levels a glare at Shadow.

"So YOU'RE still alive," Shard grumbles.

Shadow scoffs. "And your voice is even more grating than I remember it being."

The pair glare at each other. Shadow huffs, already annoyed. Of all the robots they had to find in a semi-working condition, it had to be the one modeled after one of his dead friends. The fact that Shard is giving him attitude isn't helping.

"My bio data scan figured this would be a possibility," Shard comments offhandedly. "Guess that makes you just as artificial as I am, huh?"

Shadow's ears droop, and he lets a low snarl out of his throat for that one. "I could just drop you back in the ocean we found you in if that's going to be your attitude."

Shard, wisely, shuts up after that comment.

Cue the return of awkward silence.

Shadow coughs into his fist. "Moving on. In case Sage hasn't filled you in, we rebuilt you to help in our efforts to keep what we have of the world alive. The Eggman Empire and GUN have fused into one super faction for this purpose, and as one of Eggman's robot's, it will be your job to-"

"Yeah, no."

Shadow's glare deepens. "Excuse me?"

"I said no, hot shot. What are you gonna do, destroy all your hard work?" Shard taunts.

"I'm sorely tempted," Shadow growls. "And then we'll repurpose those nanites and that energy core into a better robot for the job."

Shard snarls back, in a robotic equivalent of the sound. "You even touch me to do that, and I'll kill you myself."

"You're annoying me," Shadow huffs. "Sage, shut him down. Clearly this isn't worth the troub-"

*CRASH*

Shard breaks free of his restraints, leaping past Shadow and blasting a hole in the wall using his brand new arm cannon. Red eyes glance back at the alien hedgehog as cold wind and snow blow in through the open wall.

"I don't take orders anymore, especially from the likes of you." Shard declares coldly, before walking out into the darkness.

Shadow slams his fist into the wall nearest to him. "A waste of precious resources. That's all this was."

"I would not be so certain," Sage pipes up from the screen behind him. "My predictive algorithm suggests that Shard will return with 87.4% certainty, once he sees the state of the world. And then, he will be willing to listen to us."

"You'd better be right about that." Shadow sighs. "For now, let's focus on repairing the wall."

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Shard blasts down the snowy terrain at top speed, just to get away from that stupid fake hedgehog. Who does he think he is, giving Shard orders and threatening to replace him on the spot!? Like hell he's going to let someone control him like that again! Who CARES what they need from him, he's not there to be their tool!

After flying around blind like a crazy bot, Shard has to adjust his new optical sensors for night vision mode to see anything outside. The entire surrounding area is coated in darkness. Temperature readings indicate a near absolute zero, and there's nothing but snow and cracked rock in the immediate area.

Parameters state that no organic life can survive in these conditions.

Shard looks left and right, taking in this information. Not a single organic being, not a bug, or a plant, or any annoying hedgehog would last long out here.

...

"FINALLY!" Shard exclaims. "It's everything I could ever want! No more organic life! No more orders! No more Sonic! I can run around this world as free as the wind all I want, and it's all mine to have! Finally, free to roam around the world for free as the most powerful being to survive in this place!"

With a whoop, Shard blasts down one of the snowy trails, excited to finally explore the world of his own volition. There's no orders forcing him to stay in one place! There's no Sonic to run around and hog all the sights for himself! Shard is finally, FINALLY free! No more consequences! And this place is all his to run around in as long as he wants!

Shard moves through the snow, looking for some cool sights and sounds he can finally enjoy for himself. No imposters, no masters, just him!

...just him, and all this snow.

Shard blinks, having been running around in circles for miles. Everything looks the same. Aside from the rushing wind, it's quiet. But that doesn't matter! He's free! It's everything he wanted! There's no more annoying hedgehogs to live his life for him and replace him.

Another few miles, and the same scenery is getting repetitive. Fissures in the earth, endless snowstorms, pure darkness. All the loops have been snowed over and buried. All the landmarks are frozen solid. All the noise of organic chatter he used to detest leaves a silent, barren world.

But, this is what he wanted, isn't it?

Isn't this what he fought so hard for?

His systems wind down and do a full assessment. His objectives are complete. Sonic is dead. Eggman is dead. There's no one left around to control him. He's the only thing that can exist in a world like this, outside.

So why does he feel so... unsatisfied?

There's no answer to his question, only the howling of the wind as the temperatures stay near absolute zero. All the running around is leaving him feeling.... sour, is the world he comes up with, because even though this place is everything he wanted before, there's just something so... wrong, with actually having it.

Perhaps that's why Sonic preached the idea of teamwork so religiously in their final fight. It wasn't power alone that made Sonic so carefree and respected. It was those around him. His friends? Friends Shard never had, even if he has memories of being their friends before Sonic stole them.

Did Sonic steal them...? Aren't those memories fake? How much of what he remembers is real?

He's so confused.

Lost.

...lonely.

Running around this place in silence without the pleasant scenery or anyone to share it with just feels wrong. But what can he even do about it? He was designed to be a violent killing machine, and now he wants to feel less lonely? These objectives are not compatible in the slightest.

Though, sick of the cold and dead air around him, Shard stumbles through the snow on foot, looking for something better to do then ruminate on these awful feeling realizations. Because with them, comes a new wave of guilt for everything he's done up to this point to get here, as well, and all the people he hurt along the way.

And he hates feeling these feelings.

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Eventually, his area scan brings him back to a familiar location. One of the old bases he used to frequent back when he was still functional in the past. The shell of it looks redone, reinforced and built to block out the cold, but otherwise rather abandoned looking.

The door is in the same place he remembers it being, and when he enters the code to open it, it does so without issue. Guess his permissions never got removed after he was thrown away. Shard steps inside, kicking the snow off his boots and letting the door seal behind him.

Another one opens shortly after, and Shard steps in. The area is significantly warmer, though not as much as the base he ran away from. This area is clearly abandoned compared to the other shelters he flew by. He can still see some of the rusted remains of projects that were being worked on while he was still active.

Shard looks up and down the old hallways, still taking in the familiar sights when the sound of crashing can be heard somewhere further in. His radar picks up, detecting a life form further in the base, rummaging through the trash area.

Shard doesn't have anything better to do, so he heads toward the sound to satiate his rising curiosity. The rummaging sound gets closer, before Shard notices that some of the trash appears to be levitating around the source of the noise.

[Bio Data scan inconclusive. Phenomena does not match any Bio Data on record.]

Shard pokes the trash can to tip it over once he gets there, and a small creature yelps and rolls out of the steel bin. A bio scan reveals the creature to be a hoglet; with silver quills and gold eyes, as well as a startling amount of natural chaos energy, hence the levitating pieces of trash around the can.

Though it's a young, small thing. Shard could crush it's head under his boot and be done with it. The doc would probably order it as such if he were here. Shard defiantly leaves the tiny thing alone as a result, choosing to defy an order he'd never actually received for the sake of it. As such, he's really only standing there staring at the hoglet for the moment.

Golden eyes grow wide at the sight of the robot before the hoglet. "Woah.... you're one of those robots that scout around for stuff outside, right!?"

"I-" Shard tries to retort, but the hoglet is loud and mouthy, and it just keeps talking despite Shard's protests.

"That's gotta be so cool! You've been outside before! I've always wanted to know what it's like! But because of how cold it is I can't really leave the shelters. I bet it's so fun, playing in the snow!"

Shard's at a loss for words.

The hoglet is gripping his hand now, looking him in the eyes with awe and wonder. His sensory input doesn't know what to make of the situation, as he's never had an organic being look at him like this before. The awe and wonder in the hoglet's eyes directed at Shard, the KILLER ROBOT, is an entirely new sensation of it's own.

"Hey, can you tell me what it's like outside! I wanna see it myself one day, but I won't be able to for a long time. So you have to tell me what it's like! I want to know if it's like what I've been dreaming about!"

Looks like Shard isn't getting out of this discussion. Though, he finds he likes being looked at with admiration, and holding the small creature's hand, so he figures he'd humor the curiosity of the hoglet, recounting what he discovered while outside.

He doesn't know how long he spends with the small thing, who later tell Shard that his name is Silver. They end up sharing stories with each other for hours, and Shard decides he finds Silver to be the first tolerable organic being he's ever met.

Though their little chat session is interrupted by the sound of the door opening. Shard is instantly on guard, and he finds himself standing protectively in front of Silver when an unknown life form enters the abandoned base. Silver clings to his boot as a result.

In walks Shadow the Hedgehog, just as annoyed and brooding as always. Shard's eyes narrow and he prepares his weapon, in case the so called ultimate life form plans to make good on his threats to throw him away again. Shadow levels Shard with a familiar glare.

"You're coming with me, Metal Sonic. Stand down," Shadow huffs, a trio of red irises boring into his own eye lights. Shard gets into a defensive position in refusal.

"I said, you're coming with m-" Shadow reaches a hand out with a Doom Spear charged and ready to go, when he freezes in place, surrounded by a teal hue.

"Don't fight!" Silver shouts, running from behind Shard and putting his tiny hoglet body between the pair.

"Silver?" Shadow mouths in disbelief, seeing the small hoglet defend the robot by holding him in place. "This is where you ran off to? How did you-"

"I said no fighting!" Silver shouts again. "I'm not gonna let my new friend and Mr. Shadow fight each other!"

Shadow looks between Silver and Shard. "Your new friend, huh?" He sighs in resignation. "Well, as long as your new friend promises to be on his best behavior, I won't turn him into scrap metal."

"Likewise," Shard huffs in return.

"Then it's settled!" Silver huffs. "We're all gonna be friends now!"

Friends, huh?

Shard would like some of those, at least, ones that he makes himself instead of remembering someone else's...

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Years pass.

Shard volunteers to help with the world restoration efforts, but he mostly does things on his own terms. In his work, he slowly grows an appreciation for the stubborn determination of organic life and their combined willpower to keep living. Shard earns a reputation as one of their best field agents as a result, getting the admiration he's found he always wanted from those in this current world in return for his efforts to help.

He and Silver stay the best of friends. Shadow might be the younger hedgehog's mentor, but it's Shard that actually teaches Silver the basics of how to BE a hedgehog. He teaches Silver the classics; how to spin dash and rail grind, and even though Silver's foot speed is lacking, his airspeed can even rival Shard's own. And so, they spend a lot of their free time racing around the shelters.

Shard cherishes Silver's friendship above anyone else's in this future world. Silver is nice to him, and listens to him, and they tell each other stories about what they're going to do when they find a way to save the world.

Silver wants to grow a garden the size of a forest once light returns to the world. The greenhouse is his favorite spot, and he wants to make a big one everyone can hang out in and relax once they can all go outside again.

Shard wants to travel the world. A world that's whole, and filled with the life he's found he's missing from the one he currently lives in. He wants to make up for his mistakes by spreading new life to the world once the snow melts and the rivers thaw. And then, he'll race around the world as the fastest being around, with races with his best friend all hours of the...

"Sonic?"

"Shard, are you okay?"

Shard snaps out of his sudden lapse in memory. He shakes his head, trying to clear away any image of a friend he never had superimposed on the one he knows he does.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm good," Shard quickly shakes off. He reminds himself that he's not Sonic. He was never Sonic. He's Shard and he's completely different person from some old, dead hedgehog that's apparently still haunting him.

"Sorry, what were you saying?" He grins awkwardly in Silver's direction.

"General Shadow wants to talk to us about an important mission," Silver repeats himself. "Apparently, he's secured the Time Stones from Little Planet when it appeared for this year. We're going to go back in time and figure out what happened there, so we can fix what's going on here."

"Back in time?" Shard echoes. Back in time to when Sonic and his creator were alive? Back when he was still rusting at the bottom of the ocean for decades upon decades? Back to when all the people that hated him, and that he was made to kill, were still alive?

"Yeah. It's a last ditch effort, but if we never figure out what's going on, then things are going to stay like this forever. Shadow and Sage are saying that the world might not last until Little Planet appears again. This is our one shot."

"And General Shadow picked us to do this?" Shard asks skeptically.

"He says we're the two most capable mobians for the job." Silver nods.

Shard mimics a sigh. It's probably the nostalgia talking. But, if Shadow thinks they can do it...

"Well, better not keep the Boss waiting, then."

Guess it's time for the two of them to work together and Save the World, huh?

[emcapi-gaming]

Ok, so I mentioned in the tags on my last post that there are 3 major factors in Ardwin's likelihood of being attracted to someone (excluding non-specific Vibes and external context). In no particular order, they are:

A. Pretty, especially in an androgynous way

B. Badass, especially in terms of melee combat

C. Understands Her, especially on a unique level

A brief ranking of her various notable romantic interests on that scale:

Muriel (the gladiator from the blacksmith quests): 6/10 pretty, 7/10 badass, 3/10 understanding. Being seen as an artisan first and a fighter second was definitely a novelty for Ardwin, she is not immune to Being Flirted With By Hot Girl, and they had a very brief, casual fling around the ARR patches.

Ardbert: 5/10 pretty, 10/10 badass, 100/10 understanding. Literal and metaphorical soulmates. Most likely to be eternally bonded, except they aren't particularly interested in the big ceremony. Also they think it would be more than a little redundant, given that their souls are semi-fused and they share a body 95% of the time. You don't really get more 'eternally bonded' than that.

G'raha: 8/10 pretty, 8/10 badass, 3/10 understanding. Definitely saw her as The Warrior Of Light over simply Ardwin, at least initially, which was a pretty significant turn-off (though this improved later). -100/10 for trust issues bad enough that any romantic relationship between them is totally unfeasible (see previous post).

Zenos: 7/10 pretty, 10/10 badass, 5/10 understanding. Called her out for being a feral little shit who loves fighting, which gave him solid points on the "unique understanding" front, because pretty much everyone else just sees The Hero. He really called a WAR main a savage beast and she was like "thanks! I do try!" She reciprocated (to a lesser degree) his battle-horny and regular horny towards her, though I don't think he recognized the second part, which Ardwin was in denial about all the way until she got back from Ultima Thule.

Fray: 8/10 pretty, 9.5/10 badass, ∞/10 understanding. Shares Ardwin's appearance (except with gold eyes), which leans a little more towards handsome than pretty. Knows her better than she knows herself, ironically, because they're literally made of all the stuff she was repressing. Half point deduction on the badass scale because she did beat them the one time they fought.

Zero: 10/10 pretty, 10/10 badass, 9/10 understanding. She showed up, kicked ass, and then turned out to be very uniquely capable of understanding the Zenos situation (because she had a front row seat to that trainwreck), the Ardbert situation (because having Some Other Guy Who You Sort Of Ate Still Hanging Around is apparently normal for voidsent), and just The Horrors in general. Point docked from understanding because she (accidentally) gave Ardwin a horrible PTSD episode/panic attack with her stunt with the Light crystal wall. (This was nearly a disaster for their relationship, but then Fray raked Ardwin over the coals for being a huge hypocrite, given that - between RPR and DRK - she's been doing practically the exact same thing with Darkness.)

Arkose: 10/10 pretty, 3+/10 badass, 8+/10 understanding. Also soulmates, though there's more of a gap because of very different life experiences. Ardwin and Ardbert followed really similar paths with adventuring, hitting stuff with axes, saving the world, etc; Arkose has, until very recently, been stuck in a literal bubble and unable to fight. The plus signs, though, is because now that they have the opportunity, they're catching up fast. (They're also very new as a character, so I can't totally predict how they'll end up developing, but I'm guessing they will end up around 9-9.5/10 badass and >11/10 understanding.)

[lunastars21]

PRISONER CLUTCH AU

An au based on the aftermaths of Issue 75, where clutch is kidnapped by Eggman, takes inspiration from the game hades as he must escape and starts all over if he gets knocked out and caught.

Clutch is being held in the basement of Eggman’s old metropolis base, being rebuilt, there’s exactly 100 floors, and each 10 floors is a boss room. The only exit is to reach the top of the building where Eggman himself awaits to capture you himself.

The bosses in each floor are random and consist plenty of Eggman’s robots, from robot variants, E Series, or the hard boiled heavies, all of them will make sure to send you back to your cell and can be talked too depending on who takes you back to the start, learning about them.

Wisp weaponry -

Old prototype weapons can be found around the base, originally made to counter the resistance’s own weapons, each has a different wisp inside that can give you different advantages, however if used a ton they will break the wisp free, Clutch has had a deal with them that he can use them untill the weapon breaks for their freedom, you can keep as many as you want if you find them!

(Weapon choices: Swords, Spears, guns, Ring (gives him maybe speed, power, or flight), and Bows)

Shops! -

Shard and Belle are oddly investigating the base, what they are looking for is classified but if you give them information on Eggman, they’ll gladly give you weapons or upgrades for them to last longer, this doesn’t mean you’re friends though. It’s just business.

Clutch’s Cell is a small spot that thankfully has a button close by that opens the cell, the robots maybe stupid because they can’t figure out how clutch keeps getting out, he obviously won’t tell them that though! This is where he mostly has conversations when he’s caught.

At the top of the building, Eggman will get called by the last boss you defeated and appear with his own mech from any of the sonic entries to handle you himself, Orbot and Cubot also appear to commentate on the battle, you must beat eggman 10 or more times to finally win. (I ain't drawing egg dragoon that's too much xD)

Shocking trauma -

This is still after issue 75, when clutch gets hit by Surge’s overcharge attack, and hasn’t been properly treated for it, after floor 50, clutch will take minimal damage for over doing himself while escaping, he has to find a medkit to temporarily stop the pain.

This is still a rouge like, so even if you beat Eggman once, you have to do it nine or more times and so you’re captured back to the start, everything is after you and you are not Sonic, you must learn and adapt. Eggman underestimates you, so show him why you’re feared.

Hope ya enjoyed this little idea! Clutch brain rot and recently playing hades did this! XD if you have any questions of the AU go wild with it and fanart is appreciated! There must be more clutch art in the world please, he’s so cool! ^^

(Ask box is also opened!)

[000marie198]

Metal Sonic thinking things couldn't get more annoying while he's babysitting Orbot and Cubot:

Shard and Chaos Sonic barging in with nonstop loud chatter

Metal: ...

[tenebraevesper]

if Shard and Sage met, what do you think their interactions be like? do you think Shard would be thrilled that he had another little sister

I think Shard in general would get along with Sage, but considering how they're on opposite sides, they would still be enemies. Shard is a lot like Sonic, so his natural friendliness would shine through, and he is also someone who wants acceptance or even a family, which is why I can see them getting along.

As for Sage, I also think she'd be fairly amicable with Shard (unless he threatens Eggman's life), and she'd probably question him why he turned sides, as well as about his own philosophy about what living and family mean to him.

[shardthemetal-sonic]

What do you think of Belle the tinkerer and Sage your "sort of" sisters would you like to meet them?

I find them cool! I would love to meet them one day! Though I doubt they know about my existence…

[galaxysodapopdraws]

Weird things have been happening at @starrjoy server and I won’t provide any context.

[sstartistic]

jumpscare guys, i am alive

[likeanegg]

NEED a Sonic game that combines all the metal/mecha/android Sonic Characters

(by which I mean they're individual PCs or NPCs)

Even if its short or not canonized

[prismatic-melody]

The gender binary has challenged you to a duel! Your honor is on the line and you cannot back down. How do you respond?

We stand. Opposite sides of the colosseum. It snarls slightly. I am wearing a large black trench coat and a skimask. As the bout begins, I rip off my disguise revealing the most confusing gender presentation anyone has ever seen in outrageous display of androgynous genderfuck nonbinary disaster fashion. I lower one eyebrow slightly and blow the beast a kiss. the vile creatute runs away screaming...

Behind it is a landmine, and with a glittery (and maybe a little bloody) kablamo the GB explodes into infinitely many shards and identities for anyone and everyone :)

[ashciz-thoughts]

IS NEGATIVE METAL'S DESIGN INSPIRED BY SHARD⁉️⁉️⁉️ 🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯

I totally relate to Mephile's shirt--

ALSO I LOVE YOUR ART SO MUUUUUUCH!!!!!!!! 💞😭💞😭💞😭💞😭💞

colorin g

[tittiesnhrtz]

ghostface!ellie x reader

minors & men dni , fingering, cunnilingus, knife play, nipple play, overstim

it's a chilly october night, the leaves are still vibrant with autumn hues outside your window. a crisp breeze weaves through the trees outside, sending a gentle rustle through the branches. the faint scent of vanilla, pumpkin spice and cinnamon hangs in the air inside your home, wrapping all the furniture and the trinkets like a shroud. you’re sitting on your sage couch, wrapped in a cozy crocheted sweater, wearing loose shorts and leg warmers to keep your feet warm on the cold tiles beneath you. your parents are away for a few days at your grandma's, with her health getting worse, it's been hard for her to take care of herself.

the glow from the TV feels distant now, the reporter’s voice filling the otherwise silent room. it’s the same grim news cycle: more bodies found, more gruesome and grotesque details of the dead bodies that should make your skin crawl and erupt with goosebumps. but honestly? you’re just tired. tired of the stories and the police coming up empty.

two of your friends from your friend group are dead, and what'd they have in common? you dated them both at some point. this detail shouldn't probably be necessary or even worth dwelling on, but considering how almost everyone who's either flirted with you or gone on a date with you has no doubt ended up dead—killed by the infamous ghostface himself.

yes, a him. that's what mostly everyone believes but you're somehow sure it's not a man. the way ghostface toys with his victims, the blackmail and emotional mind games—it all feels too calculated, too clever to be the work of a man. not that you think men are stupid, but something about this whole situation just feels... off.

the sound of the doorbell jolts you out of your thoughts. ellie, your best friend, is supposed to be here any minute. she's been your rock through the whole ghostface ordeal. and you think you might be catching feelings for her. her stupid puns and that goofy smile plastered on her face whenever she'd talk about space, dinosaurs, comic books or anything that interested her really, got to you at some point.

with a sigh, you push yourself off the cozy couch, and shuffle over to the door. but when you swing it open, what should've been ellie on the other side is just empty air. that’s strange. you step outside, scanning the porch and the yard, half-expecting to see some kids laughing at their ding-dong ditch prank. instead, you’re hit with a chill as a dark figure catches your eye. a ghostface mask. your heart drops. but before you can even process what you just saw, it vanishes into the shadows.

you stumble back inside and lock the door, but then you hear it—a crash from the kitchen. a china dish smashing to the floor. fuck, what if this is it? what if you’re ghostface’s next target? with a tentative breath, you step inside the kitchen, holding a lamp, ready to strike. except, it's not ghostface, it's just ellie, standing there with a sheepish smile on her face.

"fuck- i thought you were-" you start, your voice trailing off as the memory of the figure outside flashes in your mind.

"i'm sorry, jus' thought i'd surprise you and come in through the back." she explains, motioning toward the kitchen door, which was slightly ajar. "you should seriously learn to lock your doors."

her gaze then drops to the shards scattered across the kitchen floor, the delicate china dish now a jumbled mess of white and pastel blooms. "sorry 'bout that." she mutters, rubbing the back of her neck.

you let out a breath, feeling a mix of relief and irritation. lowering the lamp, you speak. "next time, just ring the doorbell?”

ellie grins. "yeah, sorry."

"whatever, just help me clean this mess." you motion to the mess on the white and black kitchen tiles.

"yep."

you can't stay mad at ellie and it's not the first time she's done something stupid like this.

𓍯𓂃

after what felt like an eternity of cleaning up the mess, you and ellie finally collapse onto your bed, grateful for the distraction of a movie. the small TV on the cabinet across the room flickers to life, and the eerie sounds of SAW II fill the space. you can feel ellie’s presence beside you—she’s sitting awfully close, her warmth radiating against your side. you steal a glance at her, and to your surprise, you catch her gulping, almost instinctively, not once, but three times already. though you're not sure if it's because of the proximity or the gore-y scenes displaying on the screen.

“not a fan of gore movies?”

she chuckles nervously, her eyes glued to the screen. “not exactly in love with the idea of people torturing each other.”  a hint of laughter in her voice, but you can sense something else underneath. something you pass off as anxiety.

you turn your attention back to the movie, but it’s hard to concentrate when you can feel the heat radiating from her. the scene on the screen darkens, and the tension builds as the characters navigate their terrifying predicament. you can’t help but steal another glance at ellie, who’s now looking directly at you.

the characters on the screen scream in despair, but you hardly register it. instead, your focus is drawn to the way her tongue glides over her plump pink lips. and god you want to kiss her badly, to taste the sweetness of her lips.

you don't miss the way her eyes dart down to your lips or the way her chest rises and falls with each breath. you take a breath, steeling yourself, and decide to be bold. you lean in slightly, heart pounding as you gauge her reaction. the air is tense, and you can see her breath hitch, taking that as an invitation, you close the gap.

her lips are slightly cracked but surprisingly soft. she makes a noise against your lips, hands gliding up to rest against your hips, but then they slowly start to wander. under your sweater, from your hips to your waist. ellie can’t help how warm her hands feel against your skin, how smooth, there’s not even callouses on them like hers. the kiss is a bit hungry and impatient, her tongue licking the seam of your lips. your hands move from your lap to cup her face as you part your lips.

the unexpected warmth of her tongue against your cheek sends a shiver down your spine, silencing the whirlwind of thoughts that had been racing through your mind. it’s a ticklish sensation, one that catches you off guard. you let out a small gasp which is muffled into her mouth. ellie continues to explore, her tongue tracing the soft contours of your cheek as if she’s savoring every little bump and curve. there’s a clumsiness to it, an awkwardness that feels endearing rather than off-putting.

when you pull away, a delicate string of saliva connects your lips. your cheeks heat up as you notice the drool glistening in her chin, a sight that is enough to make your panties wet. you lean in and lick the drool off of her, and you can feel her tense up, her hands on your waist squeezing gently. the only source of light is from the TV, and it casts shadows over both of your bodies, the screen and the voices of the characters now completely forgotten. you can feel her hands move from your waist and she’s suddenly cupping your breasts over your bra.

“is this okay?” her thumb traces circles over the soft mounds, staring at you for an answer.

you nod in return and help her remove your sweater and your bra, tossing it somewhere in the darkness. her gaze flicks down to your breasts and for awhile, she just stares. and then a quiet curse follows. her hands move to knead your breasts, watching the skin closely. then, she takes a nipple between her fingers and gently pinches it, watching your every reaction. her mouth latches onto your other breast, her tongue darting out to swirl around it and suck the hardened nub as she pleases, the soft symphony of your quiet noises echoing in the night.

you arch your back, pushing your breasts further into her mouth. she alternates between both of them, giving them both equal attention. her mouth goes dry and she has to pull away with a pop, her green eyes searching your own.

“i wanna feel you.”

her breath hitches and before she knows it, your hands are on the waist band of her jeans, fingers looping into her brown belt. her eyes darken with desire as she looks at you.

“yeah, baby?” she exhales.

the nickname makes your cunt tighten around nothing and you're hastily unbuckling her belt and tossing it away. your fingers work to unbutton her jeans and you slip a hand inside. she lets out a gentle groan as your teeth bite into the flesh of her neck. you leave a series of bruising kisses in their wake as your palm comes into contact with her boxers. to your surprise, she's soaking wet. you almost want to tease her but your desire prevails over it and you're slipping your fingers into her boxers, tracing her slick folds. she's making the prettiest noises too, already falling apart under your touch. but little did you know, she's spent years dreaming of this moment. paintings and drawings of you hidden under her bed, along with the candid pictures that she oh so eagerly waits to get off to every night.

"say you want me."

her breathing is unsteady as she opens her mouth to speak. "fuck." she grunts softly and leans her head into your shoulder. "i want you, baby. please."

her pathetic begging and whines are enough for you to give in, her cunt throbbing as your fingers rub her slick along it. it greedily sucks in your digit as you slowly add it. she feels ecstatic because this isn't a dream anymore, it's real. you add another digit, eliciting a pornographic moan from her. it isn't long until your fingers are curling around her g-spot and her walls are squelching around them.

""m close..s-so close."

"i know. just cum for me, yeah?" you coo into her ear before nipping at the skin just below her ear. and she does exactly that, letting out a strangled sob as her body gets the release she's been chasing for. you take your fingers out of her boxers and suck them clean. ellie still has her eyes shut and her head against your shoulder but she can hear the way your mouth wraps around your fingers and sucks her juices off. she's pulling away and looking at you.

and then, she's guiding you down to lay on the bed, lifting your hips up to remove your shorts until you're splayed in just your cotton panties and leg warmers in front of her. she almost moans at the sight.

"you're so-" she starts, but cuts herself off. leaning down to hover over you and planting a kiss on your temple, on your cheek and one on your collarbone. one of her hands starts rubbing the inside of your thigh as she leans in and kisses you, sloppily. her hand comes to rub your clothed cunt and you feel her muffled moan inside your mouth, as you swallow the noise. she pulls back to look down at you.

"look how wet." she smirks and you almost regret not teasing her about her own drenched underwear.

you can only whimper and lift your hips up in return as her hands hook under the waistband of your underwear and pull it off of you.

"god, so gorgeous and so wet....all for me." she murmurs, more to herself than you. her pupils are blown wide, lips parted as she moves your legs up and pushes them apart. your hands find purchase on her ass beneath her flannel as she mouths at the skin of your neck like it's her hobby. as you squeeze her jeans-clothed ass, you swear you feel an outline of something resembling a... knife. in her back pocket. you take the object out and it's indeed a knife. ellie was in a daze to notice or feel what you were doing— to busy enjoying your skin after only having imagined what it must have felt like in her dreams. your voice, however, causes her to look up from your neck. you dangle the knife in front of her.

"..why do you have a knife?"

her eyes widen a fraction before she smirks and takes the knife from you. "protection. why else?" she answers like you were dumb to even ask the question in the first place. “don’t wanna risk getting killed with ghostface on the loose.”

a pause. "but...it could come handy for other things." she glides the knife down your clavicle to your breasts, the hitching of your breath only serving to encourage her. she presses it down against one of your nipples before moving it lower— where you're aching for her the most.

the cold blade presses against your puffy clit and you moan loudly. "ellie..."

"shh." she coos, grinning down at you, almost sinisterly. she pushes it further against the bundle of nerves, making you whimper. "i need-" she cuts you off by lining the knife along your delicate entrance, you let out a cry and your eyes widen in fear and shock. she seems to notice it and pulls the knife away, but not before gliding it up and down your folds.

"i'm not gonna hurt you, baby." the words roll of her tongue like honey and you feel bad for fearing her in the first place. she places the knife beside you on the sheets and moves to place herself in between your legs. a couple of kisses to your clit before she's greedily licking at your pussy. tongue moving at a relentless pace against your clit as her hands come up to grope your tits. moans fall out of your lips like a prayer and she pushes her tongue inside your cunt before pulling back and lapping away at your juices. you're awfully close and she knows it, she can sense it by the way you're arching your back and gripping the sheets, your knuckles almost white.

"cum on my face, pretty girl." her words vibrate against your clit, causing you to moan out her name.

that elicits a moan from ellie, herself. something stirs in her, hearing you moan her name out like that. and she inserts two fingers into your sopping cunt. curling them graciously against your g-spot, hitting it over and over again as her mouth does the same to your clit.

"ellie..i can't..fuck-" your final cry of pleasure, reverberates through her body. she removes her fingers but keeps lapping at your pussy even after you cum. your weak cries do nothing to pull her away. her grip on your thighs tighten and she pushes them apart from closing. you squirm and squeak due to the overstimulation, nudging her away with all your force, but it's too weak. she doesn't seem too keen on stopping, a hand pushing down on your stomach to stop you from squirming.

"s-stop." it isn't until that word comes out of your mouth that she stops and pulls away to look at your wrecked form. cheeks flush and hair tousled. you don't know how much it affects her. you never do.

"sorry, got too carried away." she murmurs. but she's anything but sorry. after helping you lay your head down on the pillow, she pulls the covers up your body. she can tell she's tired you out by the way your eyes are half lidded and your limbs look sore. she soothes you by wrapping her arms around you, intertwining your hands, and placing a kiss on your forehead. eventually, you drift asleep.

the longer she looks at you, the world outside fades further into obscurity. you, who's sleeping blissfully, completely unaware of the fact that the knife that was pressing against your clit a few minutes ago was the same knife that she used to brutally stab and dismember the body of a classmate who dared flirt with you. you, who's probably having sweet dreams while she has to go and take care of the unconscious body of the guy who rang your doorbell this very night.

this is my first time writing smut or anything close to a fan fic!! so if you see any mistakes js ignore it :3