I am so sorry for spamming your blog but I love your posts and thanj you for introducing me to the Ibara niki friendship its all im gonna think about now
Please blab about your personal version of scourge, I wanna know about this trash man
hoo boy here we go
HEADCANONS:
first headcanon this is dependent on: scourge just casually jumps dimensions for fun and also to get zone cops off his tail when he inevitably gets in trouble with them
second dependent headcanon: when the archie comics were cancelled, that universe kinda got frozen? i imagine that all the universes are housed in these bubbles that grow as the universe does. when they stop growing, everything in them turns gray and it’s stuck in time, nothing moves in there, and nobody’s allowed to go back in there because it may or may not be dangerous. no one knows. the archie-verse mobius bubble is frozen now and so is moebius because it was linked to the main bubble. everyone in there is effectively dead, but… scourge was hopping dimensions when that happened. he’s one of if not the only lasting remnant of those universes
third headcanon i guess???: scourge isn’t completely deep down terrible, there’s some semblance of a good person in him, he’s just pissy and tries to be cool and strong and in charge and hides the fact that he does have some morals despite everything, he’s just like sonic in terms of like… stubbornness and following his own rules and being independent and stuff but it comes out completely differently than it does from his heroic counterpart
ACTUAL THING:
so… scourge is homeless now in the most extreme way possible i guess can we get an f in the chat
so he keeps hopping dimensions because he has nowhere to go, everything he used to know and rely on is gone
this kinda gets involved with an oc, at some point he meets this kid with no parents named kingpin who’s just as much of a bastard as he is but like in baby form, the kid gets attached to him and he ends up bringing him along on the dimension hop adventure, he’s getting soft and he knows it but hey nobody’s that heartless
cut forward, he ends up in some sort of dimension i don’t know, may or may not be idw’s comic-verse or an offshoot or a mix of something but hey he’s here now
he ends up meeting a version of amy when he’s having a particularly sad bad day and this kinda leaks into @tomaturtles’ version of things because he meets her interpretation of amy, long story short scourge may or may not cry a little and they become sorta-kinda-maybe-friends
oh no she’s too nice she’s insisting he comes to her house and she’s giving him food and junk and usually people are punching him in the face by now damn it he isn’t supposed to be this soft but she’s so dang nice why is she being nice- OH NO HER PARENTS ARE NICE TOO he knows he doesn’t deserve this and yet… here he is, enjoying it. why? oh well haha thanks bye time to run off
he ends up staying in this dimension and occasionally coming back, he tries to act distant and stuff but he can’t help growing attached, people are being nice to him and giving him stuff and this is new
this amy’s friends with another oc whose name is razor, he’s practically her adopted brother at this point and he ends up getting attached to scourge too for some reason, he just likes hanging around him and thinks he’s cool and strong and stuff and that’s rad
of course scourge meets other characters like this world’s sonic and… he still has a bit of a grudge against the blue guy, it’s just hardwired into him at this point but… they aren’t fighting? sure this blue idiot’s being kinda snarky and playing around with him but he isn’t attacking which is weird, it’ll take a while before scourge bothers interacting with him normally tho. to this sonic he’s just another cranky person like shadow is sometimes or any other friend having a bad day
from there scourge just kinda goes on random scourge adventures with various characters because his relationships with them have effectively been reset and junk but yeah, I’m still trying to figure out how to continue this little plot
TLDR: scourge is homeless on an interdimensional level and ends up “””adopting””” a small child little brother and accidentally becoming friends with a new version of amy while dimension hopping, he meets others from there and gets involved in shenanigans
MORE LORE, MORE LORE, MORE LORE!! ( said no one ever but y’all gonna get it)
This piece of lore revolves around the vision twofold may include it but here’s the gist.
With the introduction of the Human genes many descendants of Human and Troll benefitted greatly specifically pertaining to abilities those higher on the hemospectrum started to become more psionicly gifted (still not as much as lowbloods) while lowbloods became slightly stronger or athletic (just don’t expect them to beat any indigo bloods in a arm wrestling match).
Now when it came to the dueled colored eyes of the gold bloods such as sollux this unique trait became slightly less unique as it appeared in other blood caste albeit very rarely with maybe four or less of a different caste receiving the twin colored eyes. Of course lowbloods had a much higher percentage rate of possibly receiving it highbloods being exceptionally low.
Few theorized it may have been the effect of powerful psionics awakening the Human genes dormant potential and transferring it into the next generation. Others believed it to be the work of the Gold and Human genes mixing making it easier for others to gain vision twofold.
Some thought it was just luck or didn’t care.
For more possible future lore click follow if not you may miss the eventual new gen of Vic- I mean fan trolls for this story.
This took me like three hours because I don’t know how emotions work lmao. Warnings for references and implications of neglect.
catharsis: (n.) release of emotional tension
(link to ask prompt)
The balance wizard squinted in the bright burning light of Krokotopia, their robes heavy on their body, sweat already trickling off their nose that they wipe away, mildly disgusted.
“You’ll get used to it!” One of their escorts assured them, smiling. They wore the plain beige and maroon robes of the balance school, but their uniform was much lighter, to the young wizard’s envy.
They nod in response, excitement rushing through them again, though their face remained cautiously blank. Their feet were still unsteady in the sand, too used to plain dirt and cobbled streets to adjust properly yet. They stumbled slightly every once in a while, to their embarrassment.
The sorcerer asked when they’ll meet the new professor, and their two escorts looked at each other knowingly, and remained silent, even as they take a short ferry ride to another island of Krokotopia. The balance wizard’s hands were clenched into nervous fists in their robe pockets, suddenly annoyed by the subterfuge.
The new island was home to the school tree, introduced as ‘Niles’. The sorcerer waved politely, a strained smile on their face. Niles just smiled kindly, welcoming them to Krokotopia.
After that, the trio of sorcerers descended a ladder into the balance classroom. The new wizard was in awe of the room carved into the island. They had spent the first years of their magical schooling in tents, stuck without a roof because of the reluctance to change tradition. These cave-like rooms were a welcome change.
The hieroglyphics inscribed on the walls were fascinating, and they couldn’t help but trail their fingers across them as they walked from the dimly lit antechamber to the classroom.
At the podium stood Professor Alhazred, an elderly krok leaning heavily on a wooden staff. The sorcerer was still glancing around, at the chalk levitating and drawing on the blackboards, the desks and pillows on the floor by them, the shields and banners of the balance school.
“Welcome, child.” Alhazred rasped. It was then that the sorcerer realized their escorts had left without them even noticing. How long had they been enraptured by the classroom?
The wizard just muttered something in response, suddenly shy. Professor Wethersfield was constantly praising Professor Alhazred, calling the old krok ‘the most brilliant sorcerer to pick up a wand’. How do they talk to a wizard of that caliber?
The professor just smiled and gestured the young wizard to follow him, which they do, and the pair ends up in a strange chamber behind the classroom.
It was a circular room carved long ago, worn away into a smooth half sphere in the rock. Half of it was a balcony-type construction, leaning out into the void that the island floated above. Hieroglyphics were inscribed on the walls here as well, but also the ceiling, floors, and even the rails of the balcony, many of them glowing faintly in different colors and patterns.
“Sit down, please.” Professor Alhazred said quietly, already slowly crouching into a sitting position, gently laying his staff by his side.
The young wizard complied as soon as they could, sitting with their legs criss-crossed over each other, their hands resting on their knees. They stared at the floor, hesitant to look at their new professor.
They sat in silence, the young student and the wizened professor, accompanied only by the whistling winds created by the rock structure’s proximity to an endless void. Faintly, there were the sounds of wizards and native krokotopians at work.
“How do you feel about being in Krokotopia now, young wizard?” Alhazred finally said, his voice a quiet wheeze that startled the sorcerer.
And the wizard’s shoulders hunched forward, embarrassed at their flinch, and mutter something about being proud, and happy.
“Look at me.”
That sudden, sharp bark of an order made the wizard’s head snap up, their breath suddenly coming in a pant as their fingers twist the robes in their tight grip.
“Sir?” They asked, afraid.
“I don’t mean to frighten or overwhelm you. Just answer one question for me, please.” Professor Alhazred said sternly, slowly falling into a calm, soothing tone. When the young wizard nodded, he continued.
“Are you okay?” Alhazred finally rasped out, shaky claws settling in his lap.
In the pause that follows, the young wizard breaks eye contact, looking out to the balcony and the bright blue sky beyond. “Why would you ask that?” They finally say in a monotone.
“Because it’s always the same.” Alhazred spoke bitterly, his tone jaded and sharp. “You, and every other sorcerer, spend years questing and studying in a school that doesn’t care for you, does not let you have dorms. You spend years without allies or friendship, alienated from the other schools. And I would shelter you all, but this island isn’t big enough, and I regret every moment I cannot help you in your youth. Because I care about how you feel, child, and I’d like to know if you are okay.”
The balance wizard glanced up at Professor Alhazred again, their eyes widened. “I-”
“You don’t need to answer now, young wizard. But know that you can speak to me anytime during your studies here.” Professor Alhazred looked so tired, so old, in that moment. His cracked and dry scales whisper as he moved, reaching for his staff-
Only for the young wizard to lurch forward, wrapping their arms around Alhazred. They bury their head in his chest and begin to cry, shaking.
Alhazred just lets his claws rest comfortingly on his new student’s back, and whispers reassurances, all the while being tempted to construct a new island just to home all the younger sorcerers, Headmaster Ambrose’s rules be damned.