lost - not forgotten.

independent multimuse rp blog for sonic the hedgehog's 'zavok', 'zor', 'zomom', 'zazz', 'zeena' and 'master zik'. pre-lost world/IDW EXTREMELY canon divergent. written by warden.

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   -   independent multimuse (zavok, zor, zomom, zazz, zeena?) from StH

   -   EXTREMELY canon divergent, pre-lost world/IDW

   -   13+ years writing experience

   -   depicted by Warden

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Becoming accustomed to the feeling of cross-dimensional transportation was a trial in and of itself. Deconstructed to the most minute form of matter, and arranged back together like normal, the sickening lurch of dimension jumping left Zavok briefly disoriented whereupon he stood. He knew not how long the Gateway would remain open. The structure is unstable. Its power source, doubly so. It could be a matter of days, weeks, even months... or mere hours, if so much as minutes.

Every second counts.

Soon regaining full control of his senses, the imposing Zeti brings himself to stand upright, straightening his posture and rolling his shoulders to dispel phantom aches.

No vestigial limbs had appeared where they do not belong. Good.

Thus came to mind the next problem - figuring out where exactly the wormhole had deposited him. This is no Hex, for certain. The air feels nowhere near as charged. The land stretches far and wide, with no signs of a sudden breach or drop into the Abyss; for that matter, there seems to be no Abyss.

Terra firma. Precious in its stability and, undoubtedly, in its resources.

All that is left now is to assess the population... if any. The champion's hopes remained tempered, banked patiently until he could discern if these grounds could be populated by his kind.

-- || @mayday-inc

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"Must I need something of you to make a social call?"

Yes, he does, actually. That's quite literally the only reason he helped him at all. For his own gain! Why else would anyone do anything? For friendship and good will among men? Gross.

"... But if I did come potentially seeking you out for a small favor, hypothetically speaking... I know you tend to run hot. Very hot. So I was wondering if you were... Maybe..."

He rolls his hand with a flourish as if he's having trouble finding the word. But that bush is getting beat around.

"Are you fireproof? And if yes, follow up question, are you lava proof? I've been thinking about using a heat tap to power my lab in the event of emergency and putting it inside a volcano would prevent tampering..."

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Precisely as predicated, the platypus had confirmed Zavok's suspicions. It was time to cash in a favour. One that, when described, initially puzzled the champion. The concept of utilizing an element as destructive as the flames from which he, himself, was wrought, not as an instrument for destruction, but for the promotion of future progress, seemed far-fetched to him.

Then again, this had been the Mobian who confirmed the existence of a relic thought lost to the ages - and, furthermore, had a hand in its restoration. Zavok then remembered to temper his pragmatism in the face of one capable of accomplishing the impossible.

"This one is an inferno in the flesh, Doctor." Flames of red and orange licked at his muscles, dancing along his frame, as if proving his words. "A volcano is not a mere mortal's playground. At this time, however, your motives do not concern me; you have honored your end of our bargain. Therefore, I will honor mine."

A simple ultimatum, all things considered. However primitive the belief, the Zeti are, at heart, creatures of honor and pacts... though most, perhaps, not usually of mutual benefit.

"Direct me."

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"Zavok, how is that new portal treating you and your journeys? Its been some time since I heard from you." ~ @dr-starline

It had been a long time. Too long. It passed without conscious awareness. Last he'd heard that voice, Zavok was still grasping at straws - knee-deep in a bargain that, for a moment, he had near-to-no hope of fulfilling. For all intents and purposes, they all stared extinction right in the eye.

Then the good Mobian Doctor came along. The champion had always questioned his motives... implicitly so. There must have been something to gain from retrieving his kind; snatching them away from the jaws of certain doom. Zavok had done the heavy lifting, and nevertheless did not find himself betrayed. Awaiting for him was another eternal search, albeit one far more hopeful than the initial pursuit of the Gateway.

Now, it was a matter of finding a place to call home.

"My quest yet demands my undivided attention, Doctor." he admitted flatly, ever the stoic wall of pure Zeti pride, standing tall and strong against all odds. "We stand to lose a lot. More so than before. It is thanks to you, however, that we now have a fighting chance."

His next silence stretches for a few seconds, as he mulls over something. "Why have you sought the Champion? Must I return the favor?"

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// hey there, why don't we get things on the road here with a starter/plotting call. leave a like on this post if you're interested; i'd be down to whip up a quick starter or plot something out in IMs

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// shared canvas shenanigans // the boys(tm) (and girl) from memory

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// still around // look @ this fat mf

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This is a cool take on the Zeti. For the Mun: What inspired your designs?

// various creatures of mythological origin & the general process of wardenification(tm)

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// a thingy for @sweet-chimera :)

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Just as promised and with a lot of doing, there was a sizable basket placed where the larger of the Zeti could find it. Addressed on the top with a note in chicken scratch of handwriting was:

To Zomom

From V

Inside was at least a dozen or so each of fresh zucchini, leeks, and potatoes, with an added bit of tomatoes, peppers, and a brown package that clearly was a decently sized hunk of elk meat. There was also an egg carton on top of it all, but opening it would show a few starter plants of what he could manage to fit within.

Written on the top of the cardboard carton was ‘hope this helps. let me know if you need more’.

When was the last time the warlord had been sent a long-distance package of all things? He could not remember, no matter how many resources he allocated towards his memory. The basket certainly stood out like a sore thumb - an offering in the wrong place, and at the wrong time. No recent conquests had been made, much less favours offered to one of his boys. Odd.

Though his instincts suggested to him this may as well be a glaringly obvious trap wrapped up with a pretty little bow on top, Zomom's all-too-keen nose could hardly ignore the scent of fresh meat and vegetables - a handful of said scents being long-forgotten and eliciting a strange sense of nostalgia. The titan cleared the space between himself and the basket in a single thunderous hoof-step, and ducked to take the note in between thumb and index, squinting his sole visible eye to get a better look.

...the handwriting, though perhaps illegible to the untrained reader, is no different than that which he typically finds among his tribe. Or among what few individuals have the luxury of being literate. And the contents? Surprisingly helpful. A good few of these, he has not seen present in the remaining sectors of the Hex for a very long time. If given the adequate treatment, fresh crops previously rendered extinct on the planetoid could return to circulation.

"...HUH." A beat, as he ruminates. "MAYBE DEM 'MOBIANZ' AIN'T SO BAD AFTER ALL."

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Did you have a different ask blog a few years ago?

// hi hello! i used to write under 'zav0k' here on tumblr, if thats what you mean? that was a single-muse blog, however, and this is intended to be a multimuse!

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One of the few things Zavok feared most had only recently transpired. He was not certain as to how or why this unknown flying contraption made itself present in the Hex, but its natural electromagnetic field would not go undetected by the champion - and to him, it appeared as if this particular intrusion was an attempt at espionage. For what purpose, Heavens only know, but what he does know is he cannot let this problem go unresolved, lest he ignores the potential return of those who once occupied his homeland.

He took to chasing the machine. It was fast, but in the end, he knew he would prove faster. His might and stamina are impossible to surpass, even to the unfettering mechanical limbs, combustion engines and gravity regulators of any artificial entity.

In his mad dash, one fireball after the other - each with an explosive force comparable to a bundle of dynamite - flew past the scouting droid in a bid to disable it, reduce it to smouldering ashes.

Zavok would be damned if he allowed it - and whomever is responsible for creating it - to so much as threaten the relative peace and stability of his species, whatever its ulterior motives may be.

|| -- @eggman-land

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// hey there, why don't we get things on the road here with a starter/plotting call. leave a like on this post if you're interested; i'd be down to whip up a quick starter or plot something out in IMs

[dr-starline]

🚢 // for zavvy zav zavok B)

🐝  *  ―  𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑷𝑷𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑬𝑻. ;; Status: Accepting

bold all that definitely applies, italicize what could potentially apply.

do i ship our characters together?: yes | no | not yet but maybe soon

would i like to ship with you?: yes | maybe, i'm willing to try | no

type of relationship i could see: childhood or high school sweethearts | exes | engaged | married | long-term relationship | crushes | unrequited love | fling | long distance | online relationship | just dating | new relationship | toxic lovers | friends with benefits

tropes i'd enjoy writing for them: friends to lovers | enemies to lovers | exes to lovers | fake relationship / dating | forbidden love | grumpy and sunshine | star-crossed lovers | surprise pregnancy | second chance | soulmates | amnesia / mistaken identity | forced proximity | secret relationship | slow burn relationship

would i rather plot first or jump right in and see where it goes?: develop their relationship first | jump right in | something in between ( what specifically? )

what now?: let's plot something | send me shippy memes | i'll send you shippy memes | write me a random starter | i'll write you a random starter

anything else i want you to know about me / my character / my shipping habits: i want u to know i am in love with you deeply and I'll never be normal about it <3

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"The most disadvantageous peace is better than the most just war." — Desiderius Erasmus (1469-1536)

// ily2sm <3

[reincarnated-muses]

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The heat, the toxic air that filled the space between portal. He thought for sure this might be his ending but, of course the seals used his own energy to adapt to his surrounding. He let out light sigh as his body evolved itself to adapt to the new environmental changes even if it was nice to feel a surge of power again for even just a moment.

The portal between the two parties began to churn and swirl. Slowly becoming transparent. What now stood in front of the woman was a dreadful scene.

What was now visble was a small room no bigger then a living room in a perfect square shape. The room was pure black other then the ceiling that had specks of starlight scattered on it.

In the center of this room was large black throne. Strapped to that throne facing the portal was….a man. He was bound in what seem to be leather of some kind. Only his left eye and jaw were exposed to elements. Thousands of chains were impale through the throne and his body. The chains were rusted and hanging from them were old and yellowed paper tags with kenji written on them. The chains were hooked into walls of the room all of them were tightened.

The 8th stared out with pure curiousity. Not ounce of fear on his face seeing the creature before. Fascinating......He never seen creature like him before. This coming from man who has lived a number of immortal lives before. The many universes do hold their surpises don't they?

"A pleasure to meet you. Please forgive the intrusion on your day. I cannot control these portals nor where they open. I would introduce myself but, I was given no name upon my birth." He called out nonetheless.

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Not for a moment, not with the materialization of a different plane of existence, or a face to tie to all of these entirely unusual manifestations, did Zavok choose to let his guard down. It holds some truth that the Hex has become much more active as of late, in terms of fostering a wide menagerie of cross-dimensional events, and intruders spawned thereof. Most of them, uncontrollable. Inexplicable, even.

The same seemed true for this one, for even the silhouette seated - no, bound upon that throne could not feasibly explain what forces clashed and blossomed to lead this encounter. The Zeti could not put words to it. Only stand his ground. His inner flames exposed did not falter, matching together with his distrustful scowl.

A pleasure? A stretch. If the rest knew of yet another sudden and unprompted rift in space and time, it would again threaten the few flimsy foundations of trust and peace Zavok had so dutifully maintained up to the present day. Though he should have experienced the faintest pangs of pity for bearing witness to a man physically lodged to numerous rusted chains, all holding him restrained, hostage, his highest priorities should be second to none.

"Explain yourself, nameless one, for an accidental happenstance will not spare any intruder from my wrath. Who - and what - are you?" Who does he stand for? What manner of unstable reality does he hail from, that it so freely produces extraplanar gateways where they should not exist? There is no fear to Zavok, not in his face, not in his voice, as with this uninvited guest; only wariness.

Already, the champion mulls over his choices. Leave this space wide open and listen for a few moments longer, or entirely forgo the gamble with his own luck, and incinerate what he sees until only the faintest blinking cinders remain.

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When Do You Gaze At Your Soulmate?

when they're working.

see this is what you love most. their eyes light up and no one can do it quite like them. whether they are a fighter or a healer. whether they are full of grace and gentle poise, or brute strength and wild energy, you love them when they are at their purest form. raw and unfettered. unadulterated by social cues and careful masks we all wear. when they are just them, trusting their instincts, using their experience, relying on the skills they earned. this is when you heart swells with pride. and you can never decide if you want to interrupt them and draw them into your arms with a hungry, appreciative kiss. or if you could sit there and quietly observe them for hours with more satisfaction than anything physical could bring.

Tagged by: @dr-starline

Tagging: pretty sure most of my followers were tagged already, so if you see this and wanna do it yourself, by all means go for it :)

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psst psst psst, heeeere kitty kitty kitty ~

Congratulations; You have caught the attention of the 'kitty'.

|| -- @rothotnikz