Dymek Reject

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So, fun fact about Dymek’s horns since @sweet-chimera​ reminded me while talking with them. But ever since his code removal, Dymek’s been able to mold his body how he pleases within like a few weeks apart of each other should it be gradual like his horns.

His horns actually can look different depending on how he wants them styled. His go to, and natural look is the one that curves around toward his mouth. But as long as he has the main four points, two for each side, and large in some capacity, he can have them however he wants them.

They’ll stay like this for a few weeks until they gradually go back to their natural state, once there, he can freely mold them again should he feel like it.

I keep forgetting that he has this ability, and I never found a reason to besides for a specific situation, but hey! Now this is a thing!

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“Can someone please just tell me, why there’s something going around and others are panicking tae an unhealthy degree? Aye haven’t seen this much chaos since aye first woke up, and that was a crazy time.”

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     Reblog if you are alright if they take anywhere from an hour to a few weeks or even a month and you’ll still wait for their reply. If you are fine with them asking you about the thread if they are stuck with ideas, or if they want to drop it. They won’t be judged for any of it.

     Respect your rp partners and their abilities to reply. We all have our schedules and free time to sit down and reply and it’s okay for them to take time! ❤

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So, fun fact about Dymek’s horns since @sweet-chimera​ reminded me while talking with them. But ever since his code removal, Dymek’s been able to mold his body how he pleases within like a few weeks apart of each other should it be gradual like his horns.

His horns actually can look different depending on how he wants them styled. His go to, and natural look is the one that curves around toward his mouth. But as long as he has the main four points, two for each side, and large in some capacity, he can have them however he wants them.

They’ll stay like this for a few weeks until they gradually go back to their natural state, once there, he can freely mold them again should he feel like it.

I keep forgetting that he has this ability, and I never found a reason to besides for a specific situation, but hey! Now this is a thing!

[sweet-chimera-a]

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So, fun fact about Dymek’s horns since @sweet-chimera​ reminded me while talking with them. But ever since his code removal, Dymek’s been able to mold his body how he pleases within like a few weeks apart of each other should it be gradual like his horns.

His horns actually can look different depending on how he wants them styled. His go to, and natural look is the one that curves around toward his mouth. But as long as he has the main four points, two for each side, and large in some capacity, he can have them however he wants them.

They’ll stay like this for a few weeks until they gradually go back to their natural state, once there, he can freely mold them again should he feel like it.

I keep forgetting that he has this ability, and I never found a reason to besides for a specific situation, but hey! Now this is a thing!

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theislandkeeper‌:

     It sounded a lot like the situation on the echidna’s planet. With Robotnik gone whatever robots he had were disappearing bit by bit as he and the other Freedom Fighters destroyed them. With no one left to build any more Knuckles dared to think that the time would come where there would be none left and he found he couldn’t wait for THAT day. 

     In the meantime, he would gladly take on robots in the feline’s world. A little more practice never hurt. “If we run into some, I’ll just have to take that offer, but I won’t force you to go looking for trouble. Unless you want to, of course. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to see what you’re capable of now.”

     One thing the echidna did remember was the feline’s strange bag of tricks and he was interested to see them again, to say the least. He did laugh at the gesture to his eyepatch and while he was tempted to prove his point by removing it, he didn’t and just waved a hand. 

     “It’s a story better left for another time. Remind me next time we meet and I just might tell you then. You know, as long as a few more years don’t pass before then,” he joked, then started following the feline to their next destination. “Although I don’t think you mentioned who the guy building all of these machines was last time. If he’s anything like our guy back home was, I hope you get rid of him before he causes more trouble for anyone.”

The feline had to wonder what was going on in that world, for things to take a turn and try and overturn it for the better. An overpowering sensation taking over the world, only for a few select super-powered strangers to take it back. ...Now, that’s only for him, he doesn’t know if it’s commonplace for that, he only assumes. He only wishes the best for them.

Hearing the echidna’s statement, Dymek lifts his head a little in pride, putting on a smug look as he raises a claw toward the collar of his suit. “Well, aye ain’t the knife thrower aye was. Got somethin’ more, somethin’ worth showin’ te make’em all real scared” His voice trails with an added growl at the end, a sharp toothed grin following before chuckling as the meadow’s field had just started blooming its season of wildflowers. Though as they traverse the field, his smile fell into a grimace as he realized that he never did tell him that man’s nature or even his name.

“He IS gone. Aye made sure of it.” He bluntly states, a smoke trail coming from his feet as it travels in front of the two, showing a large human-like creature. It looked similar to that of Eggman... albeit there are distinct differences, most noticeably the shagged hair, less large in the belly.

“His name was Urok, couldn’t bare time te find out what his first name was. Lied te me about saving me, lied about wanting to get power to ‘save’ people. twisted words to make it so he was always right no matter how much I argued with him. Bastard tried to kill me when I was talking to my Fiancee when I first met her, had a ‘safety’ in my old damn mask that blew up if I took a hit in the face too hard.” His words were getting more and more venomous as he picked into his time with this single human being.

“From what I’ve been told, he was supposed to be a damn savior of a disease that came from one resource they use, trying to make it so that they can survive it. But because of so many things happening to him over the course of his life, he went insane... made machines to shut people up, made himself look horrible in the face of business and thought himself better than anyone in the world.” He shook his head. “The list can go on, like that one time he destroyed an entire 10 mile wide Island city with my body.... and I couldn’t do a DAMN thing about it... all I could do is watch from my own eyes..”

His accent had vanished, all that was left of his talk was a growl as the smoked figure he made only was made worse and worse, crumpling into a sinister looking human with plans that meant the world would end itself faster than the people could help revive it. 

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Free will is a myth, religion is a joke. We are all pawns controlled by something greater: Memes, the DNA of the soul. They shape our will. They are the culture. They are everything we pass on. Expose someone to anger long enough, they will learn to hate. They become a carrier. Envy, greed, despair; all memes, all passed along.

“...Sounds te me that yer in need of a brain transplant. Cause all of those sound like Stains of Time, that has been repeated over and over again, why? How else do we learn, yeah?”

“Now, are you going to keep hiding behind that mask, or do you have the guts to actually face me? You can monologue while I beat your skull in if all you spew is bullshit.”

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Munday stuffs - Accepting

☢ - When was the last time you went to the cinema? What movie did you watch?

Gosh, I don’t really remember the last time we went anywhere to watch something. ...I think the last time we went anywhere was to watch Deadpool 2. But that’s the last thing I can remember, I don’t have any reliable way to travel so it’s hard for me to go to the cinema regularly.

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“Who’s to know if your soul will fade at all? The one you sold to fool the world... you lost your self-esteem along the way, yeah.”

“Good god, you’re coming up with reasons. Good god, you’re dragging it out... Good god, it’s the changing of the seasons.”

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This Blog is home to an Original Concept made by yours Truly, Avery-Mun. But I will jump into any universe! 

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ℛ - Are you religious? 

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ಹ - Share a story from your childhood! 

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㉘ - How do you usually spend your birthdays? 

⨌ - If you ever had the opportunity to clone yourself, would you? 

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๛ - Share an embarrassing story about yourself! 

❤ - Are you and/or your muse currently in love with someone? 

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earthcried‌:

Drake still felt uncertain about holding Daphne sometimes. Even in the past year, his powers had been in more control then they had been when he were nine. He’s felt like he could truly live normally with his new family. But Drake still clings onto those fears of “What if I accidentally hurt her?” Or, “What if something goes wrong?” Especially with Daphne as a baby?  Those fears of Drake having lost his family still clung onto him. He may have been a new kid in this realm, but everything else felt the same about him. His haunting past. Drake knew he’d have to break the barrier of being afraid sometime. So, he figured he might do it now. Drake shakily held a hand out to his little baby sister allowing his finger to curl around her hand. A gentle laugh of relief. “Jus… be sure t’ be close t’ me Dymek. I don’ want anythin’ t’ happen by accident.”

Yet  Daphne in a way reminded Drake of himself. Of how happy he once used to be. Not to say everything that’s happened within that year and a half with Drake wasn’t the best time of his life. But it still had its ups and downs as life always did have it. A curled smile planted on Drake cheeks. “Hey there, baby sis… I know y’ can’t understand me probablay, but, yur th’ cutest thing Oi’ve evah seen.” Drake teased laughing softly. He’s trying to help the little one fall asleep so Dymek and Drake could be on their way. But that didn’t mean Drake wouldn’t spend time with his family either. Even if it came so suddenly once. “I know I don’ say it enough, buh, Oi’m glad Daphne’s here. It gives me more of a reason t’ want to protect this family and hopefully nah screw it up.”

“Sorry… don’ moind me. OI’m just scared sometimes I’ll do somethin’ again n’ hurt someone.” Drake shook his head. “Maybe one day we can bring Daphne onto our adventures when she’d oldah. It’d be like I could teach her loike how y’ taught me, y’know?” 

Dymek never really knew about what urked Drake and why he felt uncomfortable with some situations, with holding Daphne being one of them, he always thought it was just because he didn’t know how to really hold a baby like this. But he didn’t really try to force it, only offering because he trusted the child as a whole. He didn’t know what past he had, but Drake didn’t really know much about the world here either, so it was natural. Though seeing that he reached out for the baby. Daphne then reaches out with both of her tiny hands, grabbing her brother’s fingers playfully and pulling on them lightly, barely a force in her movements. She was absolutely beaming as Dymek sat on the floor near the couch with the two to watch them, smiling softly at their small interaction. It brought him a sense of joy, and pride, something to treasure. Daphne looks up at Drake’s eyes, reaching up to see them herself, but instead grips his nose as he talks to her, earning a giggle from the little monster. She might not know what’s going on, but she felt safe here, so she bounced her hand that was holding Drake’s finger. She was certainly active, but she obviously was tired, on the verge of going to sleep even, but she fought through the sleepiness. Dymek listened carefully to Drake’s words as he watched the two, nodding toward his words before chuckling, reaching over to rub his head.

“Aye understand Drake, but ye don’t have te be afraid here. Yer more than yer fears after all, take a hold of that, and ye’ll be set.” He says, a giggle coming from Daphne as she has both her hands on Drake’s lifting it up and swaying it lightly. “Maybe one day, aye’ve seen her around her room from time te time. She’s always gettin’ inte new places, so aye bet she’ll like adventurin’. ...But probably nothing too serious until she knows how dangerous it can be, yeah?” He sighs before seeing that she was slowing in her movements.

“...Ye know, aye never thought aye’d have a child, let alone Daphne. Aye didn’t think aye would be able te, but here we are... a little bundle of happiness right here.” he says, going to tickle at Daphne’s belly to which she lightly squeals with a giggle, grabbing her dad’s hand to make him stop. “Heheh. Aye think she’ll love learnin’ from ye, Drake. If anythin’ she’ll like having her big brother te give her comfort, yeah? Aye can’t spoil her too much, else she’d never want te be away from me”

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earthcried‌: 

Dymek shouldn’t feel the need to apologize for something that had come as natural. Drake actually… enjoyed the expression of physical contact. It kept Drake in place to realize that he wasn’t alone anymore. That he had people looking out for him.. Caring for him. Dymek among one of them that kept Drake in that place of reality. Drake quickly held onto the hand of the other. A lifting smile creased his cheeks. “S’ okay, Dymke. I.. loiked it.” He reassures. Drake consciously wanted to tell Dymek that he had every free right to hold Drake whenever he wanted. Drake’s desire for physical contact was expansive. He always got it from Honey whenever he needed it, but it’s nice to even just hug someone else that wasn’t your mother. 

Drake let’s go of Dymek’s hand in order to allow him to aquire his baby sister. Drake loved somehow being the older brother of the family. Sure, he had to care for Rika, his first sister, then came Daphne, his second. A loy of responsibility fell upon Drake when it came to those two. But, Drake hoped that Daphne would be the one that turned out okay. And not messed up like Honey and Dymek’s other kids. His hooves travel along the soil entering into the household. The warmth of the air rushed against his fur. Colliding with his clothing. Drake adjusted his dark green vest. He had to admit, he looked absolutely ravishing in it. Even when it made him look like a dork. Props to letting your mother handpick your clothing. 

Not like Drake minded any, because he cared only about the opinion of Honey, Rika, and Dymek. Daphne too when she would one day talk. But, for now, he settled on the three.  He takes a seat onto his couch allowing the cushion to soak him into it’s mattress sighing softly. Who knew  how long he’d be gone with Dymek? It’d be nice to leave the house every one in a while. Even with all the subtle things going on around him, Drake is content at the moment. And that’s all Drake ever needs for right now.

Feeling the small hand weave its way into his own, Dymek blinks as he takes in what had fully happened. Him, more or less a father figure, apologizing for something that he should be doing. Though he was certainly happy to hear that his sudden affection didn’t really phase the child, happy to know that he could do that again albeit with more warning than his sudden grip. He felt the tense nature of Drake’s body when he held him at first, it was an instinct of fear and anxiety, the common term of fight or flight reaction.

His hand was around the other’s softly, a gentle caress as they walked toward the house for but a moment. Then Dymek hurried himself up, he knew that he shouldn’t be too far away from his daughter, else she’ll start crying. If there was something he regretted... it was spoiling Daphne at such a young age. The baby was but over a year or so old now, but even then she still held great value in seeing her parents, Dymek especially as he’s home a lot more of the time. The horned feline quickly made his way through the house, up the stairs before coming to the room where he could hear the babbling of his ‘little miss’ playing with the little diorama that hung above her crib.

Drake would be by himself for a few minutes, until he could hear the laugh of Dymek coming back down the stairs, followed by familiar babbling and giggles as he rounds the corner with a little bundle of gold in his arms, grabbing at his hand as he holds it above her.

“Hey Drake, turns out it’ll be a little bit longer till the little miss is asleep. Ye want te help? Ayme sure she’d love te see her big brother, it’d tire her out heh.” He says as he walks toward the small giraffe, soon crouching down so that he could let Daphne see what was going on. As she held onto her dad’s hand, she saw Drake and idly waved a hand toward him, her tiny fingers curling grabbing the air to see if he would do the same.

“It’ll be somethin’ else te hear her be around here too, once she fully starts walkin’ and all.” he says with a chuckle, watching Daphne simply looking back and forth between him and Drake. “It still fills me with joy te see her here. Aye certainly hope she hasn’t woken ye up lately, she’s been grumpy at night.”

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theislandkeeper‌:

     To find anyone worth sharing a busy lifestyle with was a miracle in itself to Knuckles. He didn’t know how people managed relationships and active lifestyles and he was in no hurry to find out himself. He was absolutely fine with how things were but he DID have to tip his hat to anyone who made a relationship work in those circumstances. It was something to behold. 

     “As long as you’re happy, I guess it doesn’t really matter, right?” Red shoulders raised in a shrug as the echidna looked at the feline. He wasn’t going to stay on the topic, mostly because he had nothing to offer in the way of relationships except the obvious tips and he definitely had NOTHING to offer when it came to children. 

     The memory of their last meeting made Knuckles grin. There was nothing like a good fight to cement a memory for the Guardian and that one had been NO exception. Fighting robots had been second nature back then, and even though he was surprised to hear the machines were still around he was glad to hear they were just a small nuisance now. 

     “I’d say we should go find some more, just for old time’s sake but I don’t think they’d be worth the effort anymore,” he joked before snorting at the question and gesturing to his right eye. “You could say that. The eye patch isn’t just for show you know but I’m not going to bore you with all the details. Let’s just say my Zone was dealt a bad hand and we fixed it, now all that’s left for us to do is repair some damage and get some rest for once.”

He knew that not everyone strives to get a life style that he had, it was stressful, worrying, anxiety inducing, and everything else under the massive sun. But for him and a lot of others, it was worth it so much for it to blossom like it has now. For him, a lot of his adventuring has ended, he’s had his big debut and finale dealing with the evil man that’s tried time and time again to ruin his life, a lot of that was over... but his job kept that spice in his life alive.

“Yeah, aye couldn’t have asked for anythin’ better!” he chuckles as the conversation drifted elsewhere to not make it so awkward for the other. Though hearing that he was itching for another fight with those machines, he raised a brow at that, looking around for a moment. “They’re still worth the trouble if ye want a fight. They’re just not mass produced anymore, so their numbers are more limited.”

Though he laughs as the echidna gestures to the eye patch. “Hey, aye wasn’t gonna say anythin’, ye know how many people aye’ve met that wear those thinking they look cool? Just ruins yer vision!” he chuckles before shaking his head “Yer more than welcome te spew whatever’s on the mind. But it’s good te hear things are getting settled.” He then points toward the exit of the forest, toward the meadow beyond.

“Let’s head that way, aye got a feelin’ somebody’s waiting fer an ambush.” He says, rolling his eyes. “Out of all the machines, the golden one’s still in charge fer most of it. But... there are new ones aye’ve seen. Includin’ one that looks like others” he says with a sour tone, before beginning to make his walk toward the meadow just outside of the forest.