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(Here’s a little info about little Z inspired by the innocence prompt on @year-of-the-echidna) Despite being from thousands of years ago little Z is very much a kid in body and mind. However, laying preserved in the ground for those few thousand years lead to him being a bit fragile once revived. He does not have much stamina or strength and his legs aren’t quite at the right angle leading to him need a cane to walk (or be carried, as his preference is.)

Because of this fragility the Amy, Sonic and Tails of his world are reluctant to have him join them in battle, one little hit and the ancient but young zombie will go down hard. And his child’s heart means he may be even more susceptible to those that hide cruel intentions behind kind words.

But as a Knuckles he’s unable to resist helping and little Z would find a way to assist with his chlorokinesis and healing abilities. He’s quick to shield himself and his friends with a tangle of vines or restrain an enemy with them, and once the battle is done the injured will have a little undead echidna clinging to them making certain they get better as soon as possible.

It took a while for him to truly understand that he was dead, he always knew something was different about him, his friends had a strange pulse in their chests but he didn’t, they felt so warm but he was cold as stone, their quills needed to be trimmed regularly but his always stayed the same. At first his friends simply redirected his questions, after all how do you tell a kid that he’s dead? But eventually he had to be told, they had to explain why when Tails’ devices scanned for life there was an echidna shaped hole of plants where he stood instead of an echidna.

The poor child wept dry tears for days upon finding out, but his friends, who were siblings in all but blood, stayed with him as the realisation sunk in.

But now Z has come to terms with being a zombie and found his place as a cheeky little kid, using traits that come along with his zombieness, such as his detachable limbs, for pranks and mischief. It’s not uncommon to see him giggling away after pulling a trick in someone (most likely Dread) But it’s hard to stay mad at the little guy no matter what mischief he gets up to and one little cute face can quickly make a Knux change their mind.

Drew our Zombie boy little Z from over on the @the-knucklesverse blog. (Head over there to find out more and see a little blurb about him)

please ignore my messy book sketch. Ran out of energy to work it out lol😅

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Yeah.

This will not stand.

What about our boy? What about the dedicated guardian to the most powerful relic in the universe? What about the guy who's the last of his kind, who helps when he can, who devotes his entire life to making sure no one gets their grubby mitts on the Master Emerald? Where's HIS celebration??

If Sega won't give him the attention he deserves, then we'll do it ourselves.

Check out @year-of-the-echidna for a year long celebration of our favorite little man in red, Knuckles! We have a list of prompts, one per week, that focus entirely on Knuckles.

Come celebrate the boy we love so much!

Happy birthday Knuckles :(

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~blows the dust off~

Okay, so, with the release of the new Sonic movie, I think a lot of interest has come back to those of us behind the scenes. We've been thinking more about the Knucklesverse lately, and would love to resurrect the blog and get some fun stuff out there again.

We're working on it. I've personally got some Knucklesverse writing I did that never saw the light of day (outside the server, that is) which I will likely clean and post.

We've also got some new au versions to talk about, which are super fun.

Stay tuned.

~ Qwerty

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'Oh no'

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Your sign to drop what you're doing and rest, take a nap💤💤

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A little Knucklesverse ficlet, for your reading pleasure.

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“Rennie!”

Dread’s voice cut through the quiet of the Sanctuary, a wide grin spreading as his portal closed behind him. There weren’t many Knuckleses around at the moment, just Cyber, of course, a snoozing Q, and Ren.

The pirate made a beeline for his younger brother, eager to commence their usual pattern of insults and banter. Living life as a ‘respectable pirate’—whatever that was—made for smoother sailing with his crew, but sometimes he just felt like being a gremlin, and poking someone for a good bit of back and forth.

“Jus' the lad I been lookin' f'r! How's about ye an’ me have a nice game o' . . ."

Dread paused, noticing Ren’s lack of reaction when called his unwelcome nickname.

"Lad?"

Ren didn’t even turn Dread’s way. He sat with his back to him, his arms crossed and resting on his bent knees. At Dread’s call, he pulled his shoulders up, almost curling in on himself as he let out a huff.

"Get lost, Dread. I ain't in the mood."

Well. That was different.

Keep reading on ao3

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Sleepover at Callie's😪😴💤💤😆

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No context. Just echidna variants fighting for parental attention

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No context. Just echidna variants fighting for parental attention

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Next one is my favorite Knuckles is so majestic and menacing in this outfit👻

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is this blog still running?

Yeeahhh, unfortunately due to various reasons we've been kinda having a hard time keeping our heads in the Knucklesverse for a while. I, for one, have been in A Mood that's pretty much knocked my focus off-kilter for a while, and am trying to work my way through that.

That's not to say the blog is completely dead or we'll never get back to it. We're just putting it on a hiatus of sorts until we're feeling more inspired and engaged with it. Which hopefully will be not too far off. 🤞🤞

~ Qwerty

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Hoo boy, do we have some good Quetzal stuff planned.

The squad and I did some brainstorming last night to really nail down Q's story and we were cooking. It's so much better than it started out as.

Stay tuned.

~ Qwerty

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All right, the people have spoken!

First up, Quetzal! We're working on organizing some info on him and will get something up very soon.

Thanks to everyone for voting!

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Alrighty, I think it's time to dust off the Knucklesverse and really show all our boys.

We're planning on taking one Knuckles and really focusing on him to show who he is, what he's about, and (hopefully) drum up some interest for the many, many aus we have in this, well, au.

Pass it around! Let us know who you want to know more about, send us questions, and let us know what you think!

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More of the little dragon boi💖✨️

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A(n unintentional) trilogy of Dread and Callie hurt/comfort:

Dread's Regret

A Brush of Comfort

Returning the Favor

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Dread's Regret

something something, Dread get hits with a depressive episode in which he feels real remorse for everything he's done

Callie finds him off by himself, sitting with his back against the wall, hugging his knees

"I been so horrible, lass. Hurt so many. Selfish. Such a terrible waste o' life, it be."

He wouldn't look at her. Kept his eyes closed and forehead on his knees. Callie's heart went out to him. She knew his history, but had never seen him look so affected by it.

"Dread, c'mon," she says, her voice soft. "You were hurt by others as you grew up, it was the only way you knew how to be. The world hurt you, so you lashed out to hurt the world."

"Don't make it right," he said, his voice muffled. "Don't make any of it right. I still coulda been better. I killed them that hurt me, I didn't need t' take it out on others. Innocents. But I did. Which makes me jus' as bad as them."

Callie pulled her lips tight. She wasn't sure what to say to that. Brushing it aside wasn't right, but she hated hearing him beat himself up. Because it was true, he was pretty terrible.

"It was because of the shard's energy, though, wasn't it? It . . . kinda warped you. Made you worse than you otherwise would have been."

"Or maybe it brought out who I really be inside. What a monster I be."

She couldn't take it anymore. Callie reached forward, meaning to wrap her arms around him and offer some comfort, when he seemed to sense her and flinched away. He raised his head, looking up at her with wide, shiny eyes.

"Don't, lass," he said, his voice a harsh whisper. He shook his head, blinking the first tears down his cheeks. "Don't. I don't deserve yer kindness. Yer compassion. I deserve t' be punished f'r what I done. Not comforted." He scooted further away from her, turning to lean his shoulder against the wall, his back to her. "Jus' leave me be. Please."

"Okay, I'm pretty sure we both know that's not gonna happen," she said as she moved to sit in front of him, mirroring his pose. She hugged her knees as she looked at him. "So you're just gonna sit here feeling sorry for yourself for everything you've done in the past. Is that the plan?"

His brow furrowed as he looked at her. "I done bad things. Ye saying I shouldn't feel bad about them?"

"No, I think it's great you feel bad about them."

He scoffed. "Then ye do think I should suffer."

"I think you feeling bad about them is great because of what it represents. It shows you feel remorse. You regret your actions. You feel guilt for causing others hurt just because you were. I have a feeling the Dread from before the Sanctuary wouldn't have felt any of that, would he?"

He paused, his brow still furrowed in thought. "No. He wouldn't."

Callie nodded. "You are not the Dread you were before you came here. What you did was terrible, yes. I'm not gonna sit here and say it wasn't. And if I'd met that Dread, I probably would have punched him square in the nose about five seconds later."

That brought a little smile to his lips. "Aye, he probably woulda deserved it, too."

She smiled in return. "But that Dread isn't here, is he? I wouldn't be friends with that Dread, would I?"

Violet eyes turned up to hers. "No. I don't suppose ye would."

"Damn right I wouldn't. I'm very picky about who my friends are. Very picky. But you're my friend, aren't you?"

He paused, biting his lip slightly. "I be, yer . . . best friend? Maybe?"

Callie gave a soft hum as her smile turned into a little smirk.

"Maybe. Against my better judgment."

A smile curled his lips. "Ye're an angel walkin' the Earth, lass. Showin' me kindness like this."

"Oh shut up with that stuff," she said rolling her eyes. "You wanna hug or not?"

Without a word, Dread launched himself forward, wrapping his arms around Callie's neck and holding her tight.

"Thank ye, lass," he whispered, nuzzling against her. "Thank ye."

Callie wrapped her own arms around him and gave a squeeze, being mindful of his wavy quills. "Hush you little gremlin. Just breathe."