-- I AM NOT A ROBOT.

indie rp blog featuring an au miles tails prower, penned by oreo. please read rules & about before interacting.

[moraltorn]

caaaaan i get a boop around an au miles tails prower who works for eggman & is fraught to death with ethical dilemmas? thank ye kindly.

[hcrotorn]

bent on world domination? he can’t say he wears the same hat! like or reblog this post if you’d like to interact with an independent miles “tails” prower, based in an au where he works for the nefarious dr. eggman, written by oreo!

[pukicho]

When driving I love to simulate how much damage I could do to buildings and other cars if I dove at them at different speeds and angles.

[lunafoxdoll]

I suggest not actually doing that… 😅

[pukicho]

What if I did 😅

[moraltorn]

Working on Tails’ new google doc !! probably gonna’ remake this blog soon.

[moraltorn]

Which imaginary illness are you?

BLOOMING POX.

Their roots have taken hold inside your veins, your breath is shared now. Life grows from your flesh - an inescapable, floral infection. It will feast upon you until you have nothing left to give, it will trap you and make you unable to move forward. You know all this as you watch the flowers bloom just above your skin, their own petals stained with crimson - but isn't it nice to be needed, doesn't it feel good to have them depend on you for them to grow out of your not yet rotting corpse.

[moraltorn]

❝ Whoooa… that’s so cool! ❞ the small kit exclaims, looking up with big sparkling eyes. He’s never seen anything like it before! His chin settles in his palms as he looks on with excitement. ❝ How did you do that?! ❞

[moraltorn]

I’M SORRY FOR KEEPING YOU UP. / badlette​:

“ Hey, ” She tossed some trading cards into his face, the pile dramatically bursting upon impact. She can’t say … she was great at this ‘being nice’ thing, but she’d do anything to see him not mope around. She couldn’t have fun if she had to constantly watch over this kit. “ It’s too late in the night for you to be moping. I got you these. ”

The paragon of caring.

❝ ...huh? ❞ Blinking, Miles looked down at the cards fluttering to the surface. He analysed them for a moment, then he looked up at his new sibling with a look of blank confusion. Rubbing the back of his head, he averted his gaze; this kind of affection, an attempt that it was, had been something so alien to him. Getting used to this family had been more than settling in; he’s just not used to the kindness.

❝ Eggette, y’didn’t need to... ❞ he trailed off, carefully shuffling the cards into a single deck. Then, he was handing them back. ❝ These ‘re really good cards. Y’should keep ‘em. ❞

[moraltorn]

I’M NOT AN ORPHAN ON THE RUN. LEAVE ME ALONE. / boku-no-terios​:

black bridges rose upwards slightly at the very dramatic reaction. ( although it was clearly warranted ) the black hedgehog crossed his arms over his chest, lids resting over his ruby gaze as he watched the fox scramble off towards the bushes. normally he’d just leave, but his curiosity made follow.

trying to run away from shadow the hedgehog was folly. futile even. yet, the hedgehog didn’t dash after. he kept his pace even and without rush. as soon as he got to the same bushes the fox had ran for, he quietly pushed them aside to look for the yellow kit.

❛ why are you running away? ❜ he questions.

Not the greatest of places to bolt away into the night. The roots hardly lent a safe path to a scrambling kit; he’d stumbled head first into the ground, and by the time he’d pulled himself up -- dusted off the dirt and scratches -- the stranger was right behind him. He stared at the hedgehog wide-eyed, then decided on a different approach. Twin tails spun, and he’s propelled into the air, disappearing into the greenery of the trees.

❝ Please stop following me! ❞ Convincing, Tails; that’s not going to pique his interest further. But what’s he going to do now? ❝ I’m not running! ❞ Great.

[moraltorn]

WHO? / boku-no-terios​:

❛ what orphanage? ❜ came the soft, low tone of the hedgehog. his appearance was quiet and without warning.

❝ ...eek!! ❞ the kit’s fur stands on end at the sudden appearance of this mysterious hedgehog; had he always been there? Who even was he? Is he with the Doctor? Or -- if he’s not, oh no, he can’t know -- ❝ No-nothing! Forget I said anything!  Have a nice night, sir; bye! ❞ He’s making a beeline for the bushes.

[moraltorn]

❝ ... wonder how the orphanage is doing... ❞ He can’t sleep. His mind is still on West Side.

[moraltorn]

What’s there to feel, really?

Keep reading

[moraltorn]

PROBABLY THE WORLD DOMINATION THING. JUST A FEELING. / robotnikium​:

“ Pah! Geniuses are never appreciated in their time. ”

❝ I appreciate you, doctor. ❞

[moraltorn]

I AM STRESSED 25/8. / cynicallyscorned​:

   violence!!

why does that have to be the resolution to everything.

[moraltorn]

❝ Wait, hang on -- ❞

[moraltorn]

fun fact: if something bothers you about someone’s blog, you CAN unfollow them! :D don’t make someone feel shitty for being passionate about something they like! thanks <3

[mephileswhisper]

miles

[moraltorn]

❝ Mobius is so quiet... I almost envy it. Must be nice to have thinking room. ❞ As opposed to the destructive, disruptive force of nature that was Moebius.