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*SLAPS HER ON THE ASS*
IMMEDIATELY SLAPS HIS ASS BACK.
they stand crowned in gold, high up in the heavens, tipping over the karman line; both of them breathless, drained, accomplished. both of them glorious, the taste of victory and blood coating their tongues.
it doesn't matter who falls first, plummeting down towards the earth; this too they do together, the flames of their descent wrapping them as one. two shooting stars become one and their glow radiant as they come closer, eye to eye. rascal feels his arms close around her, and she doesn't stop him, her eyes glued to him, and the euphoria of unstoppable strength keeping a smile on her face, but there is more. there is always more, and her arms do the same, meeting behind his back.
glorious, together. one, together.
HAVOC, HE WAS HUMILIATINGLY #@$%!! UP… not a state the erstwhile usurper would once let himself play around with & ever get THIS STUPIDLY CLOSE TO— no, not in front of them .
( ALWAYS making sure that his physical was tip-topped & hotshotted; not to be messed with. his crown not toppleable; ‘fucked-over-proof’. NEVER allowing any sign of an exploitable weakness to leak out & for them to instantly lap it up — they’d laugh right in his face, fling spit on him at point-blank, before tossing him into the gutter. No hesitation, not a second-fucking-thought. Because otherwise, he was nothing in their eyes. ).
BUT THIS TIME, jeeeeeez… he really allowed himself to get messed up, didn’t he? His trademark getup, despite being super souped-up, was fucking tarnished beyond anything. when during those bygone days before, even without chaos-enhanced stitching making it near shred resistant, it seemed almost untouchable, & oh so annoyingly inviolable. but that ‘one shall not touch’ one-of-a-kind ninties vintage jacket was completely RIPPED TO SHREDS now, & his once unblemished flesh underneath that the leather had shielded had gotten just as ugly-ed up in the collateral, lacerating deep; so much so, that the swift healing ability of the emeralds was still trying to desperately catch up & mend the wounds that still GAPED. he was completely & utterly FUCKED UP from just how fervent he fought. how HARD he had fought— recklessly, & stupidly
( always all the way stupid with her. only with her, did he go all the way with everything )
BECAUSE HE DIDN’T CARE THIS TIME
( maybe it was because this time, his head was really in it; because he had REASON to fight, & he was willing to risk EVERYTHING for it . ).
& OH HOW HE FOUGHT HARD. HOW HE JUST FUCKING FOUGHT & FOUGHT. He fought with such stubborness & an absurd fervor, more than he has ever before. Even when he had to get a bit unsanitary with it ( because, like what one weird ass cat taught him, you have to do WHATEVER IT TAKES, even if your only options may seem way too nutty & eccentric. EVEN IF YOU HAVE TO GET A BIT WEIRD. Don’t hesitate, don’t think — fight head on, but also don’t use your head at all ).
he willingly pushed himself over to hang on the crumbling precipice of DEATH, & even taunted it — he dangled himself muzzle-first, faced it head on with a mug contorted by the most goddamn uncanny, daredevilishly giddy grin that he’s ever mustered, & hocked a gooey blood-soused loogie into the gullet of death itself down below just coax a challenge from it ( ‘JUST TRY AN FUCKIN’ STOP US!!’ )
BECAUSE HE DIDN’T HAVE TO THINK. Not anymore. He didn’t have to worry about getting too carried away & getting pulped to the point where he was too pitifully incapacitated to be able to hightail himself out of there. because he wasn’t alone this time. HE KNEW that no matter how sticky things may seem, no matter how seemingly un-clusterfuck-able of a predicament he gets himself into, RASCAL WOULD BE THERE. as stubborn of a hardass as ever, ready to pull him out of it. She’d even pull him out of a gaping black hole that threatened to guzzle their reality if she had to, & she’s proven it countless times before. She’s traded many direct, way-up-in-the face personal head bashes with him until it FINALLY proverbially just hit him…SHE WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO NEVER GAVE UP ON HIM, even when his dignity got hideous… even when he was at his lowest of lows…
( no matter how many times or how difficult it is, WE can flip it over. )
& EVEN NOW, as they plummet down towards the earth, RASCAL WAS STILL HERE.
where are you?
HE REACHES FOR HER THEN, searching. a seemingly sheer blind shot with how much her shining form blearily-melded together with the blinding reentry flames that wrapped them, but SOMEHOW, HE FINDS HER without a hitch — There you are ( of course he did; her charm was magnetic. HE WILL ALWAYS FIND HER. ).
& THEN HE PULLS HER IN CLOSE, centering her within his gravity — wrapping his arms around her, chest to chest, all with such PASSIONATE INTENSITY despite his exhaustion ( the neverending reverberations of her rhythm was CONTAGIOUS, grooving him ‘til the break of dawn ). Eagerly, he then pushes her neon star glasses up, before pressing their foreheads together… Oh, how finally getting a full-blown look at her just OGLED HIM STIFF.
& IN THAT MOMENT, IT’S LIKE THEY HAD STARTED ALL OVER AGAIN— Those bygone days of the once legendary animosity between rascal & scourge felt like a FUCKING FEVER DREAM now more than ever; fading memories of a pathetic whelp, too deep underground in his home of delusions, who was never truly living. A whelp who once wanted to leave his very reality.
WHERE DO WE EVER EVEN BEGIN & END, RAS?
Maybe it was now, where scourge truly felt alive, where they could finally begin something meaningful together… & he knew just how he wanted it to start.
NO MORE HOLDING BACK… it is a no longer restrainable urge that LURCHES scourge forward, finally crashing mouths with rascal with such giddy snappiness & WAY TOO MUCH CLACKING TEETH, accosting lips into a jittery beartrap of a set of incisors that clamped down on them a little too forcefully… before immediately lifting to tenderly & apologetically graze over where teeth had sunk… jeez, it was messy; oh was he ever the king of fiasco. & he wouldn’t have it any other way ( it was always a rocky start with everything with them… but they always figure it out in the end ). He could taste the blood from rascal’s busted mouth, blood that she shed for his sake.
It made him feel WEAK, coating his tongue with sweet submission… no longer able to hold onto the emerald’s power —
WAIT, NO NO NO NOT YET. HE HAD TO TELL HER SOMETHING —
❝ RAS…— ! ❞ I LOVE YOU. but the confession evaporates within a once spitfire throat along with, well, EVERYTHING ELSE— literally. & It wasn’t in a sappy ‘too tongue-tied to speak’ kind of way. Oh no, he was all too ready announce it to the fucking universe. But the heat that she emanated felt WAY TOO overwhelming now all of a sudden as he felt the invulnerability that the emeralds powered him with start to dissolve.
BUT HE STILL DIDN’T LET GO OF HER. he will never let go.
( he would have gone to HELL for her.
&, oh, how he knew she would have stayed to BURN with him…
— maybe in the end, they were both just meant for the FLAMES.
( no, not without ｙｏｕ. )
)
❝ miss me, miss me ! now y'gotta kiss me ~ ♩ ❞
❝ who even MISSES your sorry ass. ❞ she punches him in the arm— and although still painful, it LACKS THE USUAL BITE.
❝ hey, didja bring food. ❞
❝ y'got FOOD, right ? y' do ? ❞
im so bored rn
@timelocker said: ❝ say that again. i dare you. ❞ / to fiona
Oh it is so refreshing to talk to someone who actually remembers Moebius. On the really bad days Fiona feels like she maybe even dreamed all of it up--like back when she had tried to be a Freedom Fighter and she thought maybe she'd dreamed up Sonic leaving her behind too and tried to convince herself she probably just misremembered it or something--but then she remembers Scourge and the things he made her feel and--yeah. There's no denying Moebius was or used to be real.
It means, also, that Fiona can act like how she did in the GOOD OL DAYS. Back when she was Queen. Here on this shitty new-Mobius she has no powers, no social capital, not even a Sonic who remembered that he had wronged her deeply for her to direct her anger towards.
Fiona smiles acidly. It burns and stretches across her face, an expression she had missed, one of complete and derogatory meanness. The snarl-like smirk feels good. It feels so, so good. She's gotten too used to being disillusioned and trying to make peace with the fact that her chosen home was gone forever and she was alone yet AGAIN. Thank Gaia-or-fucking-whatever-these-new-Mobians-call-their-god that Rascal wound up here too.
"I said if you really thought you could take Scourge down, you're even stupider than you look."
she doesn't even think; the movement flows even before she can think of the action, KNUCKLE MEETING THE BONE OF HER MAW. every single inch of her fur feels electric, haywire static of anger prickling her scalp, all the way to her ears.
rascal cares OH SO LITTLE about her blood-stained gloves, or about the aching pain on her knuckles. all she cares about is her head, ON THE WAY TO THE GUILLOTINE. ❝ talkin' lots of smack for a NOBODY. this why you left your home ? 'cuz you couldn't be ANYBODY here ? ❞
she thinks of poor donna, keeping to herself in the damn sewers, uncapable of getting out outta fear of being mistook for her. having to see her ugly mug looking back at her every time she stared down at a puddle.
❝ dun' care in WHICH UNIVERSE it's happenin'. you're gonna FUCKING PAY for every ounce of bullshit you caused ! ❞
❝ ain't tryin' to be nasty on purpose, y'know, it's just ... y'look so much like him. ❞
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“ Don't sweat it , kid . ” In truth he doesn't mind a little violence , maybe in a bit more conventional time & place . She'd make a pretty good sparring partner , too . “ My looks got me in jail a couple times , but now I could say they're criminally good . ”
“ Who's the guy anyways ? ” It's quite easy for him to switch back into a somber tone after that joke , he quirks a curious eyebrow . “ Never got the full picture of this other me . ”
❝ NOT WHAT I'M CALLED. ❞ one more time and she might start calling him old timer, see how he likes it. but rascal's hint of a sneer FALLS OFF the second the subject is brought up again.
❝ ... he's a TYRANT. ❞
❝ been that way fer a couple uv' years, now. ❞ rascal squats down, looking closely at a passing line of ants. THOSE ARE RARE, where she's from. ❝ kind uv' ran 'round the globe an' CONQUERED ev'rythin'. been a MESS since then, people barely got shit to eat. ❞
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—Ew, what is that thing...? It had the gumption of one of the hedgehog's friends, but... he had never seen it before. The choking surveillance of the Eggman Empire spanned a wide breadth of the planet, and it had pinged with a significant and foreign energy spike on one of many latent scanners scattered about. Had to keep up to date on whatever new forms of energy were out and about to use and abuse~!
Ah... no, but seriously, someone get a ping on her, he needed to investigate this thoroughly. From a point of morbid curiosity, the creature's signatures would be put through its paces inside the EggNet database, machines sifting to see if any trace flecks ring similar to anything it had previously encountered. All the while, some projection machines can whisk themselves away to the animal's location. He wanted to speak to it.
Hm... let's see, let's see. Several recordings show the standard feats of heightened agility and strength. None that quite superceded the likes of the pincusion and knucklehead, but it's still worth noting. —Oh! That emission scan had finally finished prying into that faint energy emanating off of her, how lovely~! Nothing was giving a direct match, but it seemed to equate to some sliver of...
The Time Eater's prowess. Time-based abilities, then? Well-well...! Consider the EGGMAN intrigued. It was frustrating not being able to tell just what she was capable of; she could have the ability to turn back time by a second, and no longer, for all he knew... Ah, oh well. Suppose this is why the curious mind thrived! It'd do anything to receive its answers.
That creature. The small, unkempt one. Whether they noticed or not, something would be swiftly rounding the corner to their location. It was a small squadron of flying, navy blue-colored... bugs. Metallic bugs. Bugs with large eyes on the side and a camera's lens at their front. Shutterbugs. Though they would do no flashing, no picture-taking in the slightest. Unbeknownst to the creature, she had already been captured plenty.
No-no, the small crowd of Badniks was quite orderly, as a matter of fact. They would become lines and stacks, forming a small five-by-five grid. Their cameras would flash once, and then the projection of a man would alight at their collective front.
"Hey, you. What are you." Ah. How blunt. Well, they seemed... self-assured. Self-assured types loved to declare what they're all about, right? He knew he did, at least~! Bah, but the holographic man would roll his wrist with vague disrespect. "Who are you is also acceptable if you lack the in-depth self-analysis required to decern what you are." ...At least he gave options.
YOU GOTTA RUN. YOU GOTTA FIGHT. her entire body ached as she ran, muscles and bones painstakingly regenerating slowly; BUT THE CINETIC DEMON DIDN'T STOP, instinct guiding her instead. the same one that would advert a small predator of the presence of a much, MUCH BIGGER ONE.
ear flicks at the annoying sound of a flash, mouth full of whatever she found in the trash— SHE GROWLS, her stomach both empty and her patience thin. but mostly, the voice in her head still said, YOU GOTTA RUN. you gotta find a way home. she spits apple seeds out on the floor, throwing a core behind her shoulder as she steps forward, FISTS CLENCHED AND READY. she had a long, long fucking day. and she wasn't about to—
... STOP, the second she saw the man appear, and cutting him off, ignoring his questions. ❝ KINTOBOR ? ❞
❝ OLD MAN, 's that— ❞ she tries not to get her voice chocked up. ❝ 's that really YOU, man ? ❞ he looks larger, undeniably so. far from the frail, malnourished man she met back home. BUT HE LOOKED SO MUCH LIKE HIM, she couldn't help but be swayed by it. maybe it's the hunger. who cares.
❝ didja find a way over there ? ❞
Hey fellas.
There's a blog named @/fucktrpc that's putting posts of dead animals in tags used for rpc. I'd recommend blocking that blog asap as they seem to be a troll blog looking to get some sick kicks.
Please feel free to reblog this to spread awareness.
HOPE, EVEN ON MOEBIUS. ESPECIALLY ON MOEBIUS.
Oh dude. His time has come. Since the Mina Mongoose Anon Hate Incident of a few months ago Sonic has taken great pains to listen to at least one album of hers and even FINISHED listening to it. Top to bottom! Are the Mina Mongoose fans proud of him? Of course, Sonic did not continue his venture into Mina's discography after that. He's more into The Underground.
"She's a pop-punk artist! You should listen to her album Iron Dominion!" (That's in fact the only one Sonic listened to and ALSO it happens to be the one r/minamongoose says is her magnum opus).
❝ POP-PUNK ? ❞ she cocks an eyebrow, skeptical. the punk side of her brain can't help the BLATANT DISDAIN in her voice ...
... but, WHEN IN ROME, as they say. she knows close to NOTHING about the music in this world, which to her, is both scary and super exciting. ❝ sure ! lemme shoplift a WALKMAN an' her cd somewhere first. ❞
❝ ... WHO'S 'MINA'. ❞
big fan of rascal's mismatched colors in her design
i need to design rascal's true anarchy form .
might have something (use a ref for the sketch because i'm tiiiired) but here are rascal's super form & (concept) true anarchy form.
her true anarchy form is achieved by using the anarchy beryls the correct way; that way, she doesn't get the downer effect of the anarchy beryls and becomes more powerful.
the correct way to use the beryls, although not discovered yet, is not something that just rascal can do, but any mo(e)bian; they just have to find out how.
