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so I haven’t really been able to get that invested in the knuckles iblis connection thing yet, and I do wanna cuz if this was a fan au or a spitballing/brainstorming session with friends I would 100% be here for it. I love seeing what ifs with knuckles (and others but I laser focus on my boy) and we’ve thrown him in all sorts of places and roles and it’s fun so fun. And scrambling lore around is what I did for one of my early Scu fic, characters had their lore stuck with them, but they got thrown into different places cuz I was excited about all the stuff to play with

but the fact this is in an official thing is making me feel kinda iffy for some reason. Maybe it’s cuz I’m like, “wait, what about Blaze and Elise?” And wondering what lore applies and what doesn’t matter. And what about the m.e? Does he have his connection to it? And yes, he’s my special boy and I love giving him cool stuff but balance is required

I think I’ll have fun seeing the idea played with In fan works, and after typing this up I am getting kind excited about it in a fan context. So for now I’ll push aside the officialness of it and just try to have fun In fandom and take it whatever direction. (and I got plans for a story with knuckles and blaze in the Scu cuz they deserve to be besties)

#knuckles the echidna #knuckles wachowski #iblis sonic #knuckles series #knuckels series spoilers #Night’s sonic stuff

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My Theory on Pachacamac and The Iblis Trigger

There is talk about how much they changed Pachacamac from a warmongering, power hungry tribal leader, to a goofy grandpa figure, but I think the truth of Pachacamac's nature might be somewhere between the two interpretations. Despite his friendliness, you can't forget he did lead a clan that wiped out the owls with a singleminded focus on capturing Sonic and reclaiming The Master Emerald. Pachacamac, now a ghost, has visited Knuckles to tell him he needs to expand his tribe. There are no echidnas left, so he asks the sole survivor to take on an apprentice. "Show him our customs, teach him our traditions, and soon our tribe will grow once again."

There is no acceptance or acknowledgement of the fact that the clan's current situation is the result of a bloody feud and the destruction of an entire race besides their own. There is also, unsettlingly, no acknowledgement of Tails, Sonic, or The Wachowskis as members of Knuckles' clan.

While there are questionable elements to Pachacamac's approach, his motivations are at least understandable. Knuckles is a minority– the last of his tribe and the only surviving member of his species, so of course his old chief wants to see their traditions and culture preserved.

Things only get really weird when Pachacamac takes hold of Wade– Knuckles' apprentice and the soon-to-be new addition to their clan–and rewrites history. Rather than a lone owl that the echidnas hunted down in a quest for power, the tale is instead of an entire flock of owls that were the aggressors, killing off Knuckles' tribe and burning down his village for no reason other than for the sake of the slaughter.

Similarly, Knuckles isn't described as a lost child left behind, but a fellow warrior who battled alongside his father until the bitter end.

So, knowing that Pachamach's version of events is wrought with lies leads to one very serious question: What is the true story of Knuckles' battle with Iblis? If there's one thing we know about The Echidna Clan, it's that they are fixated on raw power. They're a warrior-focused society where the best fighter gets the highest honor and the most privileges. They were the ones who crafted The Master Emerald from the seven chaos emeralds. They were the ones who tracked down Sonic when he was a child with the intention of obtaining his power, before Long Claw wiped them out in her final struggle.

And who else do we know that was accidentally unleashed in a reckless pursuit of power?

Iblis, the raw power of the sun god Solaris. Iblis, who was sealed away within a child using the power of the chaos emeralds.

Now, there's no doubt that "The Flames of Disaster" in the SCU are very different from "The Flames of Disaster" in Sonic 06. In the movie universe the flames are merely a type of wieldable power rather than the name of an apocalyptic event. However... what better way to rewrite the fact that the echidna tribe nearly caused the end of the world and locked an immortal fire demon within an echidna child, than by pretending that The Flames of Disaster is just an inherent ability Knuckles unlocked through an epic battle?

What if "The Flames of Disaster" wasn't a power he obtained through a magnificent fight, but a power he survived after it was thrusted upon him by his elders? ... What if one of the many, many reasons reasons his father didn't let him join the fight was out of fear of what would happen if he cried?

#I would be very interested to see this be revealed as a case of unreliable narrator #cuz the only people who talk to Pachacamac is knuckles who remembers him through the eyes of a child and Wade who heard stories from Knux #pachacamac the echidna #knuckles wachowski #knuckles the echidna #knuckles series spoilers #Knuckles series

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gah! I keep repeating myself but I really don’t know how to feel about this show. Like it didn’t go for any of the stories I was hoping for when I heard Knuckles was getting a show but somehow I’m not mad? Im just like: shrug, “okay then”. I dont have any burning hate filled desire to tear it apart, I don’t have any imedeate “I want to gush about this thing”

I’ve never felt like this about any show. And this neutrality I’m feeling is kinda frustrating at this point. Like I do not understand. I had fun watching, and very much enjoyed it as an experience but it hasn’t sparked something like other sonic stuff has.

I’m starting to wonder if I would’ve enjoyed this as it is more if the character wasn’t Knuckles. Cuz there are some moments I think I would’ve enjoyed if it was about I random character I had never met before and had no context for. But because it was about my favorite little guy it just felt uncomfortable and I didn’t want it on my screen.

But then again most of the moments I like involved knuckles so eh🤷 I don’t know. Would the rest be a draw to watch the show? Maybe not. I was mostly thinking of the musical section. I love a good musical, but it being the way it is and about knuckles made me squirm. Yeah some bits were catchy and I love big puppets but I think for me to enjoy it it would have to be a random YouTube sketch that I’m like “huh, what’s this”

but yeah, I have never felt this peculiar about a show.

#knuckles wachowski #knuckles the echidna #knuckles series #knuckles series spoilers

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I like to imagine when Knuckles was talking to Pachacamac in the attic Sonic was peeking through the attic door watching Knuckles talk to nothing and it scared the crap out of him

#Knuckles casually speaking with ghosts that no one can see is too fun #love him doing that #knuckles series #knuckles series spoilers #knuckles wachowski #knuckles the echidna

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I’ve seen a couple posts praising the Knuckles series for giving knuckles perfect characterization and a first I was so confused because there were some moments I physically cringed from how un knuckles they felt to me.

But it’s clicked now and I understand. It’s just that those moments are what they’re going for with Scu Knuckles (and some of them are a case of being that way for the sake of comedy) and it’s not bad, I just don’t 100% vibe with it. (It probably effected me worse cuz knuckles has a history of poor characterization.

But I’m glad that many traits I adore about the boy are there. His curiosity, the fact he questions why people are cruel, he wants to get bystanders out of the way, his bluntness/honesty, his determination and desire to help.

(My other issue probably stems from the fact that I love that Knuckles is spesfically not a warrior and, excluding a nice brawl with a friend,fights because he has to. And now I love seeing different versions of characters with different trait emphasized and put into wild situations that show different sides. But what I was hoping for was an exploration about being a warrior. But clearly the writers didn’t want to go down that path.)

so, my opinion on the show remains the same. It’s a fun watch. I do not hate or adore it. There are moments I dislike and ones I love. i have many thoughts of “why didn’t/did the writers go with that. I’m still puzzled and Knuckles is an adorable little guy

#knuckles the echidna #knuckles wachowski #knuckles series #knuckles series spoilers #night’s sonic stuff

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knuckles for you in these trying times

#I love this dude so much #knuckles the echidna #night reblogs art

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sonic x redraw WOOOO !!!!!!!!!

ty @rapidhighway for picking the ref :D

#Ahh! Look at them #they both look so adorable #knuckles the echidna #rouge the bat #sonic x #night reblogs art

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the knuckles series shouldve been about knuckles helping maddie do her rounds as a vet and it shouldve been set in winter when all the farm animals are giving birth and it shouldve been about maddie giving knuckles the responsibility of raising a newborn orphaned lamb

#The only problem with this is vet assistant knuckles is so adoreable just thinking about it makes me feel like I’m gonna die from cuteness #but jokes aside I love this idea so much. The boy is a friend of the critters #knuckles wachowski #knuckles the echidna #Maddie wachowski #And I will always love knuckles as in a healer role so much. He’s got such a big Caring heart

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okay so I watched the knuckles series (by following the example of the pirates of course ) and I have to say while it was a very enjoyable watch, I have no clue what I watched and I’m mostly confused and have come away feeling mostly neutral. I don’t hate it, but it hasn’t dug its hooks in like other sonic things have for me.

Like some bits I very much enjoyed watching and would happily see again and others I couldn’t stand and dread the idea of watching again.

there were plenty of moments where Knuckles went against what I adore about him, and others that perfectly capture what I adore about him. Boy was so adorable though. Loved lots of the expressions he made.

okay I’m gonna get a bit more specific from here and cuz I got no clue what’s going on with the tagging and it gets long I’ll put it under a cut.

So it’s kinda hard for me to remember what happened, but I will say I love wades mother, she was amazing, loved her and Knuckles’ dynamic and would welcome it if she appeared again. (Also, new headcanon unlocked that knuckles is such a mamas boy he’s a magnet for motherly figures)

I really am not a fan of his sister Wanda tho. The childish sibling banter did entertain me at first (and made me think that knuckles was going to reflect on his relationship with his brothers) but it went on too long and just made Wanda feel like she never matured past being a bratty teenager. (And judging by what I’ve seen I think she’s gonna be on ‘top _ worst sonic characters’ lists for a while)

my opinion on Wade himself hasn’t really changed. I have no strong feelings towards the guy

We didn’t get as much as I wanted, but I loved the Wachowski family stuff. I needed so much more of knuckles being the trouble kid and the family trying to help.

It’s pretty annoying that the start of the show set up Knuckles learning to chill, be a kid on earth and settle in with his new family. Only to drop it basically immediately and the closest thing it has to a resolution is Knuckles finding his jam.

and yeah, I could see plenty of moments where they had the perfect opportunity to explore knuckles on a deeper level but chose not to. But I am glad they at least hinted at it with those expressions I keep raving about

On that. Cuz Pachacamacs appearance was what springboreded what was going on in a different direction. What is going on here? Is this a Knuckles thing? But Wade speaks to him to, but that was under knuckles’ guidance? I think? So can anyone in this world talk to spirits? Can only certain people be spirits? I mean. One Knuckles got over the initial shock he accepted the fact he was talking to a dead tribe member (I’m also sad that nothing was done with the idea that in this universe Knuckles and Pachacamac were alive at the same time) I got so many more questions on how spirits work in here, but I’m just gonna move on. (Although, maybe this sets up knuckles speaking to Tikal 👀. Or maybe his dad or even his mum.)

But considering what Pachacamac’s role is in the games making him so comedicly focused felt weird. Yeah this universe has different events. But still feels weird cuz of how we know Pachacamac.

I don’t even know what to say about the whole fire powers fire demon (who’s heavily implied to be iblis) I need way more time to think what is going on. Like does any of the pre existing lore apply? If so those are some WILD implications. If not, did that mean they just made this guy like iblis cuz it’s a fire creature that fans will recognize??

A minor thing but I can’t hear our house without thinking of the chemist warehouse add. And a few of the other songs are strongly associated with other things and I couldn’t help but think of them when they played. I don’t see this as a good or bad thing. It is just a thing.

hmm. I had more thoughts but after that ghost tangent I can’t really remember them. I guess I’ll have to come back later with another post if I get them back.

So, for now my closing thoughts are: it’s not a terrible show. Lots of writing choices I disagree with, but I don’t nessicaily think they’re bad. And there’s definitely enjoyment to be found (more if you watch it with some friends) but it’s not really to my taste. Especially with how much irs advertise as about knuckles and then not. Some moments made me very happy some made me want to nope out some I don’t even know.

congratulations to Wade fans, I’m gonna find what bits I wanna cherry pick and I’ll be on my merry way.

#knuckles the echidna #knuckles series #knuckles spoilers #knuckles wachowski #knuckles series spoilers #night’s sonic stuff #Night’s analysis

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for the wip ask game I am quite curious about “Chasing the sun”

Chasing the Sun is basically my Eclipse origin story for my verse. At the moment Callie has just rescued him from dying from an infected injury on his arm, and he's thinking he'll simply play the secret agent to get the goods on humans for his father. (Even though he's not quite sure why he's on Earth to begin with.)

Got a bit of the next chapter started.

“Mom?” Silver’s voice wavered a bit as he called her, and she turned to find him peeking out the front window closest to the door. Callie moved closer, giving his bristling forehead fan a quick brush flat. “What’s up, Bug?” A quick check made her frown. The Pearl Clutchers were here. A group of xenophobes who had paid her a visit after she’d taken in Silver, touting the utter tripe of “Earth for humans!” and generally making it very clear that the alien children who’ve come to call Green Hills home were decidedly and completely unwelcome. She uttered a soft grunt, before looking down at the hedgehog with a little smile. “Why don’t you head into the kitchen for a snack, huh?” she said, giving him a little stroke on the muzzle. His eyes flicked to the window. He wasn’t stupid—he knew these people. And he knew why they were here. “Go in the kitchen, Silver,” Callie said, her voice a little quieter and more serious. She didn’t want him anywhere near these people, or overhearing anything they had to say. “Take your friend with you. Go on.” The boy hesitated for a moment, before nodding and heading back. With a breath to calm herself, Callie opened the door and offered the group on her porch a tight lipped stare. “I was expecting you people at some point. I imagine you’ve got a book burning to get to later, so let’s get this over with.” Her comment was met with disgusted noises, and a few of them exchanged glances. There were six total, and while she recognized them from around town, none were any she would call friends. Or even acquaintances, really. One of the group stepped forward. Callie couldn't immediately place her name, but had seen her and her twin around town. Had a run in with them, in fact, as she and Silver had been shopping one day. They were both in their late 60s, at least, and wore identical frowns, their mouths pulled down and deepening the lines at the edges. “We understand you’re keeping a dangerous creature in there.” Callie cocked an eyebrow. “That’s an odd way to say ‘a hurt and lost child’, but in the interest of moving this along and getting you people the hell off my porch, let’s cut to the chase, shall we?” That drew another few glances, when a younger lady spoke next. “Is he in there or not?” Her brows furrowed, a look of annoyance on her face. “I think we have a right to know when there’s a monster in town.” Callie turned and pegged her with a cold stare. “He’s a child, and if you must know, yes, I’m looking after him. I fail to see why that’s any concern of yours.” “The safety of our children is our concern,” she replied, her eyes flicking down to the bandage on Callie’s arm. “He injured you. What’s to stop him from going after any of us? Our children?” “He bit me because he was delirious with fever and an infection that nearly cost him his life,” Callie said, and kept from speaking through gritted teeth by sheer will. These people really got her ire up. “He has done nothing threatening since.” “He’s a danger!” the woman said, and Callie finally placed her as the mother to one of the brats who came to the library every week. “He should be muzzled, at the very least! For all our safety!” There was a murmur of agreement behind her, and Callie took a small step forward, ready to bite steel and spit nails. “Your precious little Jacob bit me three times last month,” she said, her voice tight and sharp. “I assume his muzzle is on order?”

My girl has no time or patience for this bullshit.

#Ah i love callie. She's so great #night reblogs writing

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It is imperative I ask about "Puggle Visions".

You must tell me.

Yay thank you for asking. So this one is the Master Emerald deciding to be an embarrassing and show off past visions of little baby Knuckles to his friends.

Its planned to be mostly wholesome and silly but there is of course a hint of angst from the whole "How was this little cutie alone" But even that gets reassurance cuz his friends are given the realisation the got a big, magical rock loving him and looking after him.

Its one of my smaller wips right now, but there's enough of it intact to present a snipet (even if it does end up as scattered and incomplete sentences as it gets towards the end😅)

Around them the world shifted to place them next to an ancient and overgrown statue. Amy’s face brightened the moment she set her eyes on it. “Oh! I recognize this, you were cleaning it last time I visited weren’t you?” Knuckles’ face flushed as he recognized the place too. “Yes, this statue is very important.” The echidna moved between his friends and their sight line of the cupped hands of the statue that rested in her lap. “So don’t get any closer. I can’t risk you damaging it. Tails was sure that was a lie, firstly because Knuckles was a terrible liar and it was the Guardian himself that told them that they were simply observers.  “Didn’t you say this was just a vision and we couldn’t touch anything?” The echidna got more flustered. “Well yes, but I- you- you can’t look.” “Look at what?” Sonic did his best to peer around Knuckles to look behind him but the echidna kept blocking his view. It was now perfectly clear what the Master Emerald was wanting to show them and Knuckles couldn’t feel more embarrassed. “None of your business” None of them moved but the world rotated slightly so that the statue that Knuckles was blocking was now in full view and a little red lump sitting in the lap of the statue caught the eyes of the onlookers. Knuckles grumbled and blushed as his friends' faces lit up at the sight of the mini him curled up and snoozing in the lap of the statue. Amy’s heart swelled as she took in the sight. The baby version of her friend was incredibly cute and a strong desire to scoop him up and cuddle him for hours settled itself in her. He was far smaller than any mammal baby she’d seen and It looked like he would fit perfectly in the palms of her hands. And… he was alone. Something so tiny had been all alone. She couldn’t tell how old he was and he had barely any quill or fur.  “Knuckles… you’re so small.” Knuckles shrugged. “Yeah well Echidna eggs are small. So echidna puggles are small.”

“You know, somehow I keep forgetting echidna come from eggs.” “And the quills. You’re missing so many.” 

“What? No I just haven’t grown them yet.”          “Wait. Are you telling me you’re born with your quills.”

“This statue always warms up. It's a nice nap spot

“EEE! You were so adorable as a baby!” If the Master Emerald could directly communicate with Amy it would’ve disputed that. Its Guardian was still the cutest thing in the whole world and growing older hadn’t changed that. Knuckles tensed his body to prevent himself from physically reacting to the Master Emerald’s gushing.  “I don’t know how i could’ve resesited scooping you up

“I’m pretty sure I would have bitten you.”

“Because if anyone tried to pick me up now I’ll bite”

#ask game #nights writing #nights asks #tag game

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The “oh I could definitely write this fanfic in under 5000 words and it really wouldn’t take me that long” voice in your head is actually the devil speaking

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I'll hop in and chuck mine up. I'm so excited to talk about all of these and hopefully this will help get me motived.

(I have a little (wip) organisation code in front of all of these but i cut them out for convenience)

Artificial Ancient Knuckles

5 + 1 echidna weirdness

Eggman logs on Knuckles

Campfire stories about the guardian

Unleashed fairy Knuckles au snippet

Puggle visions

Rapunzel rescued from the tower by the danger children

Emerald Children (Knuckles multiverse fic thing)

Rapunzel Knuckles

Knuckles not like ares island

Scp style knuckles angel island and me

Golden timeline au

Heart of the ship

Oroboros

@mcfanely @aphantimes @charleecat-bat @sayurime What cool stuff have you got got

WIP Game

Rules: In a new post, post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet and tell us about it!

thank you for the tag: @lieu42, @sotakeabitofcalpol, @gretahayes 🫶

i don’t have a lot of wips in general because i mostly work on poems and those i end up finishing up pretty quickly but there ARE these two non-poems!!

lush chapter 3 notes

#girl???

tagging: @lostacelonnie @quextionmarks @saiiboat

#tag game #ask game

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A God's Grief

Sometimes in the server I get struck by inspiration and do some "live writing" - wherein I write a scene on the spot. No editing, no thinking too hard on it, just write and post. The muse takes me by the throat and drags me along.

I wrote this bit last night, after a discussion about how the ME would react if Knuckles were to die. Canon ME would probably not care too much, but in the server we play more with the idea that the ME is the one that created Knux, and is essentially his "mother" in the strictest sense of the word.

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She felt the moment it happened. The tether the Master Emerald held with her guardian snapped, the chaos that flowed between them whipping back into itself like a cut rope.

She reached out, trying to reconnect. This happened every now and then--if the guardian was off planet or otherwise separated from this plane of reality. But the Emerald had always managed to feel the echidna in some way, however faint.

But now . . . there was nothing.

She reached.

She called.

She summoned.

. . .

She begged.

No response.

He was gone.

The guardian was just . . . gone.

The Emerald reached through time. Searched through space. She couldn't read his mind, no matter how much anyone (including him) thought she could. She didn't know exactly where he was, or what he was doing.

Or had been doing.

The gem knew about death. She had been witness to the extermination of the echidna centuries ago.

But that had been different. They had brought their deaths upon themselves. The Emerald's faithful guardian at the time, a young girl named Tikal, had fallen too. And that was . . . disappointing.

But that had been different.

He had been different.

He wasn't some mortal, born with their failings and subject to their influence. The Emerald had created him, built him for this sole purpose. He was not merely her guardian--he was as much her child as any flesh and blood parent.

But now he was gone.

And the Emerald hadn't expected it.

All her knowledge and ability to see all, and she didn't see this coming.

At first the atmosphere of Angel Island grew quiet. The chao came to a near stand still as the ripples of the sudden absence of the guardian reached them.

But then, the Master Emerald screamed.

A brilliant, blinding flash erupted from the gem, the shockwave shaking the island, sending each zone into turmoil. Lava overflowed, trickling over the edge of the floating island. The ice caps shattered, spraying shards of splintered ice for miles. The ground trembled, and fissures appeared, threatening to crack the island into pieces.

The Emerald grieved for her guardian.

And before long, that grief turned to anger.

To rage.

She reached for chaos energy, grabbing hold and sending it to the chao. The gentle, child-like creatures responsible for the downfall of the echidna so long ago would be the avatars for the revenge enacted over the death of the final one.

The Emerald funneled chaos energy into the chao, changing them, mutating them, using them to become the servants of her justice. Her anger toward the world that dared take her guardian, her child from her.

The chao cried and screamed as they changed, but she didn't care, didn't pay them any mind. They had a job and she did as she pleased.

Their bodies twisted and elongated. Claws sprouted from fingerless nubs, and great fangs pierced soft gum. Gentle eyes replaced with the sharp gaze of a predator.

She sent them to the surface, to the last place she had felt her guardian.

They had one order.

Return him.

Let nothing stand in their way.

Once her guardian was returned to her, she would rain down a punishment like no other on the world that dared take him from her.

This world would burn.

The chao moved as though this had been their form all along. They ripped through the metal creatures surrounding the fallen guardian. Tore them to shreds without pause.

The creatures the guardian interacted with stood nearby, and tried to intervene--the blue one stepping forward to block their path.

He spoke, meaningless sounds falling from his lips. The chao ignored him, heading for the guardian. The pink one tried to join the blue one in blocking them, and they merely pushed the two aside.

The monster chao surrounded the guardian. They looked down upon him, their black eyes shiny and reflecting the chao soul still within them.

After a few seconds of silence, one reached down and gently cradled the echidna's still body in its arms.

The others came closer, reaching out to brush their clawed fingers against his fur. They gently caressed his head, his muzzle, his hands.

A soft whine floated from the back of their throats, and they slowly turned to go back the way they'd come.

"Hey," the blue one called, reaching toward them. "Hold on . . . where are you . . ."

Before he could finish, the group disappeared in a flash of green light.

The monster chao reappeared before the Master Emerald. They gently laid the guardian's body at its base, and the gem hummed a soft chime, reaching out to her guardian.

He lay still. Not a twitch. Not a breath.

The Emerald reached out once more, pulling more chaos to her and letting it flow over his cooling body.

It had to work.

She was the Master Emerald, for crying out loud. She could manipulate time and matter and space and damnit, she would bring him back.

It had to work.

She tried. She tried so hard. And when it didn't work, when her guardian failed to stir, failed to breathe, failed to open his eyes and reach back for her, she sat silent for a long moment.

After that moment of silence, a sound filled the air. It was soft at first, a low tone, like whale song in the deepest depths of the ocean. It rippled through chaos, causing all sensitive beings to cover their ears out of reflex.

The Master Emerald cried.

#I love this so much #so heartbreaking #knuckles the echidna #master emerald #night reblogs writing

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#I’ve fallen into a rabbit hole of strange accordion videos on instagram and I was reminded of this #So I’m bringing it back #i have discovered that ominous and slightly unnerving accordion videos is a niche interest of mine #accordion #deer cryptid thing