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bluebunnyears-08 · 1 year

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Sorry for bothering you about this but I was wondering about if your doing your stories again simply because they are just great reads :)

I have a prompt for a story involving Nine and sonic.

1. Sonic trying to help Nine adjust to his new life with his friends because now he is able to exist with his twin and even taking him to the tree.

2. Nine being a little off put by how radically different Amy is here and her trying to comforting and even noticing how frayed and thin his Tails are.

3. Tails trying to adjust to having ‘Twin’ brother and both finding common ground but its still shakey.

4. A flashback of Sonic coming into the room and being like “Hey guys, so remember a few days ago when I shattered the prism” they acknowledge it and he just says TA DA and introduces nine.

5.Nine feeling like a fish out of water but doesn’t want to leave his brother, he thought tooth and nail to get this life and he’s not backing down.

6. Knuckles actually dulling out some sage advice to the young Kit.

Hello! I AM doing requests for stories again! Answering and writing them might take a while because I'm still writing my own things, and currently writing a story for the Nine series me and friend made, not to mention I want to practice my drawing so I can post it one day. And I'm so happy you like the stories I do!

And this is a nice prompt! One story coming up! I decided to try a different thing in this too! ^v^

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Everything was filled with beautiful color in this world. It was like living in an antique painting, one full of pastel colors and extravagant forms that were foreign to him. He never would have gotten here if it wasn't for the vibrant blue urchin that was his only dear friend.

Sonic is a very determined hedgehog, and Nine couldn't thank him enough for that fact.

That's what Nine learned as Sonic continuously tries to get him comfortable and happy in what the hedgehog stated was home. Not another Shattered Space, but the main universe Sonic originally destroyed. Nine put it all back together, but it would've come at a cost of disappearing forever, going back to being a trait.

Nine was scared, he assured Sonic it would be fine, tried to steel himself for fading into nothingness, but he was terrified. Naturally though, Sonic the "Mr. Freedom is the Most Important Thing" hedgehog, wasn't having ANY of it.

Nine was...caught off guard to say the least when the urchin began to insist on him staying with him in his world, the original world, began to implore if there was another way without the fox disappearing forever. Nine knew he had to refuse, he wasn't tails, not to mention to potential effects it might have, but seeing the genuine concern and care in those emerald eyes, the fear and pain...he knew he couldn't.

He knew Sonic didn't want him to. And he didn't want to either.

So he didn't. He found a less, effective solution in fixing the world, but made it so he could live there as well without any problems. He hoped it would be stable enough to allow such a big change.

But those worries went out the window now that he was here, and after a few days, he forgot he worried about anything at all. This world was wonderful! Green grounds, healthy trees and wonderful lakes, it was paradise! And he was right here, right by Sonic, finally eating Chili dogs with him, and it became a heaven!

The only problem was...Tails. The fluffier, more cheerful, more healthy (both in body and mind) fox Sonic loved as a brother. The reason why Sonic was so caring and sweet to him in the first place.

It wasn't that the fox was mean, at least not intentionally, nor was it that the two tailed vulpine annoyed him. It was just...he was so cheerful and naive. Not to mention seeing how...healthy he was, and those eyes those fucking eyes-

Wide blue eyes always stared at Nine when he was around, watching him, both with fascination and absolute admiration. Nine found the fascination understandable, the feeling was mutual, but the admiration really confused him. It confused him very much.

He couldn't understand at all.

Why would anyone admire him?, that's what he was curious about. When he asked the fox, he found the answer.

"It's just, you're so cool! You have those metal tails and your super strong and formidable in battle! Your just so amazing!", blue eyes sparkled as they answered.

Nine didn't respond. So that was why? Because he had metal tails, was good at fighting, and preferred to work alone? Nine didn't find anything to admire about the latter two. The fox could fight too, Nine saw this, not to mention the preference to work on his own came from being used to being alone.

But he simply nodded and came up with an event so he could leave. He didn't hate the kit, just...wasn't exactly friends with them. As long the fox didn't bother him they could manage.

Nine kept their interactions to a minimum and very short and brief.

Then there was Amy Rose. At first, Nine didn't know what to think. So, this was who Rusty was before the Council...'enhanced'...her body. She was a lot more, well, alive. Her green eyes sparkled with cheeriness and youth, her body lacked any traces of metal, and a flicky surrounded her, chirping happily instead of being trapped inside her chest cavity, chirping with pain and despair.

Nine was taken aback by how...young she truly was. Made him wonder with horror how old Rusty was when she was roboticized.

Rose was...very kind. A far cry from the emotionless callousness of the robot he remembered her as. Then again, that wasn't her, was it?

No, this Rose was friendly, full of expression, and so vibrant with the soft color of pink. Nine liked her. She gave him motherly vibes, even though he knew that thought was humorous, and he felt rather comfortable in her presence.

The only problem was how much she insisted on caring about his well being; making sure he cared for himself, making sure he worked on being healthy again, and trying to get him to 'open up'.

The first two weren't that bad. It was nice being cared for, and besides, Sonic did those too. Although he was a bit more stubborn about it, dragging Nine out of his lab and making sure he slept and ate. Nine acted annoyed and frustrated, but really he felt...warm. Again, it was very nice.

The only problem was the last part. The "opening yourself up" part. He understood that she cared, and didn't mean any harm, but when she offered to listen to his problems - and by extension, his trauma - he gently declined every time.

He didn't want to open up, didn't want to explore his trauma. His trauma could bury itself and die for all he cared. Although, he knew it was bad. He knew that choice would only make it worse. He just...it wasn't...

He just can't. That was all. Sure he didn't want to pour out his chest, didn't want to cry pathetically in front of this girl he had only knew as a robot, didn't want her to rrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiippppppp open his chest and pull on his insides pity him even more.

But he knew he wouldn't be able to spill out his trauma like that if he tried.

He kept being polite to her, but like the others, he carefully kept his distance.

Then there was the echidna.

Nine found the echidna, named 'Knuckles', was someone he needed to keep and eye on. The echidna was as bad tempered as all the other counterpart Nine knew, not to mention how the echidna was suspicious of Nine when Sonic introduced the fox.

They weren't on the best terms.

However, Nine soon saw the echidna start to soften up. Knuckles didn't tense or stare at him whenever the fox was within proximity. But Nine still felt tense within the echidna's proximity, knowing the strength behind his namesake's.

So he was surprised when the guardian began to offer him advice. Rather odd advice. Telling him not to do things alone, to enjoy things while he's here, telling him that letting your feelings out doesn't make him weak, that it can help him.

He told him other things, but Nine tuned him out.

Why listen to advice that was utterly worthless? That everyone else has been trying to tell him, that didn't help him at all?

Why do they even care about him? Sonic he had some understanding but why do the others? To Amy, he was just a burden, a helpless person who needed to be cared for, to Knuckles, he was an idiot who needed to be taught, to...Tails, he was just a variant, just a simple reflection with a smear of gray.

Although come to think of it, Sonic probably only stuck with him because he resembled that damn soft fox.

But, even with that, he refused to go back to being a part of the fluffy fox, he refused to give up. He gave up everything to be here, he fought tooth and nail, and he wasn't going to go back because of a little difficulties.

He kept going.

Tails stared at him with those eyes of innocence and naive curiosity. Of admiration.

Keep going.

Don't give up.

Amy stared at him like a pathetic child who can't fend for himself.

You did so much to get here.

Knuckles' gaze softened every time he was within the echidna's sight

Ignore them.

Sonic must've told them.

Keep going.

A hand rests on his shoulder out of concern.

Don't give in.

Keep. Going.

Don't. You. Dare. Fucking. Cave.

Keep everyone out. Never yield.

Sonic is right there. He's in such a wonderful world.

So why wasn't he happy?

#sonic prime #more sonic prime!#nine the fox #sonic the hedgehog #amy rose #knuckles the echidna #miles tails prower #miles nine prower #nine needs a hug #ask prompt #thanks for the ask!

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missbiddle · 1 year

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Hi Love Exists (by Amy Lee) and Without You (by Ursine Vulpine ft. Annaca) are both Avatrice songs thank you for listening 🙏

#warrior nun #avatrice

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artemisaq · 2 years

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So the adorable Mitali @eohwyyn tagged me a really long time ago, so here I’m late as usual but ready to answer lol. Thank you so much 💙 ✨

Rules: You can usually tell a lot about a person by the type of music they listen to. Put your On Repeat playlist on shuffle and list the first ten songs then tag a few folks. No skipping!

Take on me- a-ha

Swallowed in the sea - Colplay

Saturn - Sleeping at Last

Moving on - Kodaline

Exile - Taylor Swift feat Bon Iver

What’s up - 4 Non Blondes

Shinny Happy People - R.E.M

Stronger - Amy Winehouse

Without you- Ursine Vulpine & Annaca

Whatever - Oasis

Tagging: @ballroomofmymindp @currahee @tophbefong @howeverlongs @pottaharry @jojen @jdschecter @swainlake @fay-lans @juliawvicker

#thank you sm #mutuals ✨💕#tag games

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sonic-blue-moon · 8 months

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Sonic: Blue Moon - Prologue (Part 4)

It was just the four of them, in front of Tail’s Lab. Amy, Sonic, the evil robotic clone Metal Sonic, and the battered and bruised Tails.

Amy and Sonic, seeing their young vulpine friend all bruised and battered as if they were in a street fight, were very much shocked and sad at seeing Tails this way.

“He didn’t put up much of a fight. Sad to say, because my database said this was the smartest member out of your misfit crew. Eh, hedgehog?” Metal Sonic said, his tone was a bit smug as well disappointed. As if he were expecting more.

To describe the cobalt-shaded Metal Sonic’s voice, imagine something deep and heavy with synthesized bass yet still monotone and robotic, as if he were sounding more mature and a bit more cutting than the original’s voice. As if sounding out his menace and aggression, like he was almost growling rather than enunciating his words properly. His sanguine, vitriolic red eyes pulsating with each word he was saying, like a symbolic waveform.

“What have you done to my brother?” Sonic spat out, his tone blunt and direct. His emerald green eyes attempted to pierce through Metal Sonic but failed as if it were a rusted-out knife.

“Your brother?” Metal Sonic asked, sounding almost caught off by the question. “Your “brother” isn’t a brother at all! According to what I got up here…” he would tap the side of his head with a finger. “…this kid isn’t related to you at all. You adopted him like a pet, and then you had him fight dangerous robots repeatedly. What kind of brother does that? No…you don’t have a brother, or even a friend for that matter. You made a child soldier.”

Sonic flinched at such an insinuation, How dare his robotic copycat make such a statement? “I didn’t make him a soldier! He did everything to help me by himself.”

“Sure he did. Only because he was bullied out of his village. You could have taken him back, but no…you let him follow you because your ego wouldn’t let you lose somebody who admired you so badly. You didn’t think of his parents or any siblings he might have had. Only yourself. What kind of “hero” does that? Oh no, wait….you aren’t a hero. You are just an egotistical, cocky, lazy hedgehog.” Metal Sonic said.

Sonic couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He thought about the words said by his metallic doppelgänger. If Tails wanted to seek out his family and his village, he would have done it by now.

“No way. I always treated Tails with respect, and if he wanted to not be involved with what I do, he would have said something to me by now.” Sonic, his tone showing a bit of deference and respect to the twin-tailed kit dangling in his Metal Sonic’s cold grasp.

“I see you won’t be broken down by words alone.” Metal Sonic uttered coldly. “The bodies of your dear friends will do.”

Time for a fight, as Metal Sonic threw Tails straight up into the air! His lightweight body was thrown with such force that his body disappeared through the cover of the clouds above.

“Tails!” Sonic called out, as Metal Sonic’s gauntlet of a fist impacted the side of the blue hedgehog’s face. Sending him onto the ground and then kicking him straight into the lab. Creating a hole the size of Sonic’s body into one of the walls, and even damaging some of Tails’ projects from within, even a strange bracelet type of thing.

Sonic got up from the wreckage, dusting himself off. “So, Metal, you want another fight? I’ll give you one,” he said, smiling his iconic toothy grin. “All I want is to see your death!” Metal screamed out, lunging to Sonic. Sonic dodged out of the way, miming a yawn.

“Really? Lunging after me? You know that doesn’t work, Metal.” said Sonic, teasing the metallic imposter. Metal responded by punching him into the forest near the lab.

Sonic caught traction on the ground as he landed, dirt and grass being caught in the pattern on the outsole and damaging almost every other part of Sonic’s iconic shoes. Even the golden belt buckle was gone.

Sonic gathered his energy again, which was short-lived, for Metal Sonic was charging right at him. “Round Two…” Sonic muttered to himself, getting ready and into a fighting stance. What followed was a flurry of fists, kicks, and blocks. Of course, there was the occasional Spin-Dash or Homing Attack, but those seemingly could have been blocked by either Sonic.

After what seemed like a few minutes, Metal Sonic punched him right in the torso, having him double over, then a roundhouse kick to the side of the face. Sonic was on the ground and down for the count.

“It’s over, Sonic.” Metal said. “In a matter of moments, you are going to die a painful death. Your life as a hero will end and you will become nothing. It’s a shame I won’t probably live long enough to see how it’ll affect you. But sadly, if I do go back to Robotnik…then I’ll be stripped down and replaced with a better version of me. But what kind of betterment will happen if my master finds out I was the one to kill his rival?”

“You won’t live to do any of what you said!” said a certain girlish voice. Then a certain hammer came and launched Metal up into the air.

PIKO!

“Amy!” Sonic said, excited. Being helped off the ground. “Wait, why did you pick now to fight with me?” he asked, confused. “It just seemed you were doing alright. Didn’t think you needed me.” Amy answered.

“Amy! You know I’ll always need you. Now let’s go beat up my evil robot self again.” Sonic said, smiling like his usual self.

“Aww, how touching!” said Metal, holding what seems to be Tails yet again. “It seems beating you the normal way isn’t going to cut it either. So it seems I-“

Amy threw her hammer at Metal, but he dodged, caught it, and threw it right back at her. Damaging something inside her torso, for she was gasping and breathing for air.

“Amy!” he called out, looking back to her as Metal let out an insidious, bassy chuckle. Sonic looks back to the robotic hedgehog.

“Enough! Let my friends go, Metal!” Sonic barked out, looking angry finally. “Do it, or I’ll peel the metal covering your parts and throw them all into the ocean.”

“Oh-ho! Somebody’s finally getting a bit touchy! Oh, and what if I did this?” Metal said, gripping one of Tails’ tails and breaking the bones inside it. It now looked like it wouldn’t work as intended anymore.“And now he can’t fly anymore. Too bad. Means he won’t be able to save himself from this.”

Metal then held Tails’ unconscious body off the side of the cliff, letting him go and dropping him into the ocean.

Sonic didn’t like that. Not at all, so he picked up Amy’s hammer and charged at Metal. And just when it looked like he would go hit him, Sonic dashed to be right behind the metallic clone and smashed his head into bits, as well as mangling parts of his torso, arms, and legs.

Metal Sonic was down, but Amy and Tails could still live. So he dived down deep into the ocean. By this point, Tails was already a good two or three feet into the oceanic depths. The salt stings Sonic’s eyes, turning the whites of his eyes into a light red. His body scrambled to his friend’s side. He’s helped him out since meeting him with those bullies, surely he’ll do it again.

But no. Pretty soon, Sonic’s inability to swim and hold his own under the water was proving taxing to him. And in a moment of pure survival, just when he was about to reach his best friend….he pulled his hand back and swam up to the surface of the water. He cried out in pain, knowing he had left his best friend in the world to the waves. If his eyes weren’t red from the sting of salt, it would be from crying so many tears that his eyes would be drying out.

But in his pain, he remembered Amy was still there. So he swam up to the cliff and got up to the lab. And got close to her body.

“Amy….Amy, I did it. Metal’s gone, ripped apart. But Tails, I…I couldn’t get to him in time. He was just too far gone under the water and I tried my best to get to him.” Sonic rambled out quickly. “But I can help you. Are you hurting still? Can you tell me where it is?”

No response. A minute goes by.

“I…Amy, can you hear me? Where does it hurt? Are you okay, talk to me!” Sonic said, a bit more panicked.

Again, no response happens. Amy’s pink hair flows gently in the cool evening air, blood is trickling out of her mouth, and out of the wound where was hit. Which seems to have been a rib puncturing her heart. Not like Sonic would find that out.

Sonic stands up, panicking and freaking out. He has NEVER failed this badly before. His charismatic and carefree attitude has gone and utterly evaporated. This is not the hero we came to know him by. Instead, this is a teenager…scared out of his little blue, mind.

So he took off his shoes and gloves, which were just as iconic as Sonic. He takes a bag full of old things he had in a room and just leaves. He goes into a train station and goes to leave. Telling nobody if he lived or died along with them, keeping them in the dark.

But this was a tale of a hero coming to experience failure for the first ever time. Let me now tell you another story of that same hero living in the future, trying to come to accept such things happen, and moving on to better things than being a hero. If you want to know what that is, dear reader, then stick around.

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askroahmmythril · 2 years

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Wanna do another in other words? how bout sonic characters? 1. Sound waved mammal 2. Rear appendaged vulpine 3. Boney fisted monotreme 4. Cheerful mischief maker ( i'm going by her japanese name here) 5. silhoutted mammal 6. cosmetic powdered flying mammal 7. milky liquid lapine 8. spacial quanity reptile 9. spying reptile 10. delightful insect 11. powerful armored mammal 12. heat lined gliding rodent 13. fast planed bird of prey 14. heavy shore watered songbird 15. cloud disturbance ocean bird

Sonic, Tails, Knuckles, Amy, Shadow, Rouge, Cream, Vector, Espio, Charmy, Mighty, Ray, Jet, Wave, Storm, I THINK that's everyone listed there.

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wevelocityteampresents-blog · 3 years

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Today’s Sonic’s 30th anniversary!

To celebrate, I drew art for my favorite Sonic manga: Sonic Dash and Spin: Hyperspeed!

Here’s to more fast-paced, action-packed adventures with the Blue Blur and his friends!

#sonic the hedgehog #miles tails prower #amy rose #dr. eggman #hedgehog #rodent #fox #vulpine #human #sonic Dash and Spin: Hyperspeed #Chousoku Sonic #manga #Sega #Sonic Team #artists on tumblr #sonic 30th

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fallensfandomblog · 2 years

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Lif x Summoner Playlist

Songs that I think fit with Lif and my Summoner. Mostly just went with songs that think fit their relationship or at least the tone I wanna go for for their story. Though some of these can also work for the pairing in general for any one looking for some Lif x Summoners songs.

1. Without You - Ursine Vulpine & Annaca

2. A New Hope -Broken Iris

3. My Heart Is Broken -Evanescence

4. Die For You -Starset

5. My Love Will Never Die - Clair Wyndham

6. All I Need - Within Temptation

7. Fear the Dark - Jenna Sharpe

8. Lost in Life - Sirenia

9. Not Strong Enough - Apocalyptica

10. Broken - Seether & Amy Lee

11. Black Roses Red - Alana Grace

12. Twilight In Your Eyes - Sirenia

13. In Her Eyes - Josh Groban

#fire emblem heroes #fe lif #feh lif #lif x summoner #playlist

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choiceofgames · 4 years

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New game! “Fox Spirit: A Two-Tailed Adventure” by Amy Clare Fontaine is now available on Steam, iOS, and Android. It's 33% off until October 22. Please reshare this with friends! The more downloads we get in the first week, the higher we'll rank in the App Store. https://www.choiceofgames.com/fox-spirit/

Dazzle humanity or destroy it as a magical, two-tailed fox!

"Fox Spirit: A Two-Tailed Adventure" is a 250,000-word interactive fantasy novel by Amy Clare Fontaine, where your choices control the story. It's entirely text-based, without graphics or sound effects, and fueled by the vast, unstoppable power of your imagination.

Seek the mystical Star Ball that will grant you immortality. It is hidden somewhere in Hoshimori, the human village where your family was killed.

Weave illusions, shapeshift, or control minds! Will you become a benevolent guardian, a playful trickster, or a fierce demon? Avenge your family or strive to change their killer's heart? Beguile a human love interest or woo a vulpine mate?

One way or another, you'll set the world on fire!

- Play as male, female, or nonbinary; gay, straight, bi, asexual, or poly.  - Master shapeshifting, illusions, mind control, or foxfire.  - Make mischief, decimate foes, serve the gods, or aid the needy with your magic.  - Get foxy with humans, foxes, or all of the above.  - Explore the world with the heightened senses of a fox.  - Dazzle people with fireworks, or blast them with your flames.  - Support the human empire, or stage a vulpine revolution.  - Achieve immortality, or destroy the Star Ball that sustains it.  - Convince a fox-hating farmer to change his mind—or obliterate him.   Buy it today!

#choiceofgames choice of games foxes fox interactivefiction interactive fiction

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jennathearcher · 3 years

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alone and haunted: a playlist for dante leviolette and genevieve newport (original characters from a gothic romance story)

for @edelweissroses

1. invisible - zara larsson 2. ghost - emilie autumn 3. never go back - evanescence 4. my body is a cage - peter gabriel 5. decode (acoustic version) - paramore 6. speak to me - amy lee 7. jenny of oldstones - florence + the machine 8. into the unknown - aurora 9. your guardian angel - red jumpsuit apparatus 10. whispers in the dark - skillet 11. the sweetest sounds - perry como 12. waltz no. 2 - dmitri shostakovich 13. hold on - good charlotte 14. don’t wish your life away - jared lee 15. wicked game - ursine vulpine ft. annaca 16. house of the rising sun - lauren o’connell 17. dust to dust - the civil wars 18. beautiful ghosts - taylor swift 19. simon - lifehouse 20. touch - daughter

[listen]

#playlist #fanmix #original characters #gothic romance #genevieve newport #dante leviolette

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hollywoodhangar · 4 years

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@silvcrreaper said: ♫ / You know who this is for.

send ♫ and I’ll make a playlist for our muses. // :)

CLAUDIA&THE UNDERTAKER.

supercalifragilisticexpialidocious from mary poppins.

my boy builds coffins by florence + the machine.

élan by nightwish.

my nocturnal serenade by YOHIO.

call me by lebrock.

without you by ursine vulpine.

broken by seether & amy lee.

[instrumental / somethin’ curious about callows] silhouette by derek fiechter.

[instrumental / goblinry] feel your presence from kuroshitsuji: book of murder.

[instrumental / goblinry] sneaky snitch by kevin macleod.

[instrumental / the watchdog & the informant] day and night from shiki.

[instrumental / warm] death and taxes from meet joe black.

[instrumental / you see her too, don’t you? / canon death] isabella’s lullaby from the promised neverland.

[instrumental / our little secret] flower dance by dj okawari, because you KNEW it was coming from my side too and you know why!

HADES&PERSEPHONE AU. aaah this one was just for fun c:

the mystic’s dream by loreena mckennitt.

once upon a dream covered by lana del rey.

can’t help falling in love [hades] / can’t help falling in love [persephone] by tommee profitt.

NFWMB by hozier.

#claudia: 'he traveled all around the world and everywhere he went ; he'd use his word and all would say 'there goes a clever gent!' :)'#ut: 'when dukes and maharajahs pass the time of day with me ; i say me special word and then they ask me out to tea! :D'#claudia: 'oooWOOO~!'#(( hope you like it! ))#♈ [ CLAUDIA; claudia&callows. ] ━ 『 ‘ar ndóigh tá siad glas.’ 』#silvcrreaper #♈ [ BLOG; ASK. ] ━ 『 letters to hollywood. 』

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iblue-kitzune · 4 years

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Dive into a Land Unknown: Chapter 4

The very next day, some time after dawn, all of the inmates were rudely awakened by the sound of footsteps followed by a door being slammed open.

Multiple pairs of eyes looked up and zeroed in on the huge canine-vulpine figure walking down the dark hall with some type of cargo in his hands, whistling a happy tune under his breath.

They thought nothing more of it, figuring that the guard was bringing some more items down to either reinforce the seals around their cells or drain their energy dry like he does every other day—when he doesn’t send someone else down to do it for him on the days he can’t that is.

So when he passed their cells and said not a damn thing to them, the majority of the inmates went back to sleep. They didn’t want to deal with hearing the creature’s bullshit or see him taunting some other poor soul in their cell.

And they won’t.

However, the ones who decided to stay awake took a closer look at what he was carrying.

‘Is that... / No way...!’

Their eyes went wide in shock at the supposed cargo in his arms right as the lights next to their doors flickered on when he walked past their cells.

‘It is!’

There, hanging upside down on the tall creature’s back and being carried by his two long bushy tails, was Miles Tails Prower, beat up with his eyes closed to the world. The poor mobian fox was unconscious, unaware of the many eyes looking at him and his companions —an equally beat up Shadow the Hedgehog and a black-purple and silver humanoid dragon with yellow and various tones of blue markings in similar condition—, in complete surprise.

It was hard to believe that those two, especially the Ultimate Lifeform, from that famous mobian hero group managed to get captured by someone not named Dr. Eggman considering how strong and resilient they were.

But the sight in front of them was very much real.

xXXXXXXXXx

“I can’t believe Tails and Shadow got caught by that monster too,” a feminine voice whispered.

“Well it sucks to say this, but I guess we all got unlucky with that guy running around and capturing people or creatures of interest for god knows what,” a masculine voice said from the back wall with a huff.

“Yeah…” a pair of emerald green eyes stared worriedly at the two mobians moving farther and farther away from her and turned around, facing the one who spoke. He was a tall human with short dirty blond hair and blue eyes. And he was sitting down next to a young light blond haired, green eyed woman with pigtails, looking at the thing —a purple and pink doll with green eyes to be exact— hovering above her head in slight wonder. “We sure did get unlucky, Leon,” she said to him with a forlorn sigh.

“Don’t worry Miss Amy,” the light blond haired woman gave her a tiny smile in reassurance. “I’m sure that once we figure something out, we’ll all be able to get out of here.”

“And maybe kick that guy’s butt while we’re at it,” the doll added quietly with barely concealed glee.

Amy, despite her poor mood, smiled back at her cellmates and covered her mouth, hiding a giggle behind her gloved hands.

It had been at least nine days since they all arrived here together in this dungeon and even though she hadn’t known them for very long, the company of her cellmates wasn’t that bad. In fact, they were all good people.

And so polite too.

They always made sure to cheer her up whenever her mood goes south, and in return, she does the same thing for them whenever they get moody. Plus, it helped that she wasn’t alone in all of this.

...Or left to her thoughts for a long period of time, which she found was not a good thing.

Well, in her book at least.

“I hope so, Elize. Teepo...” Amy replied to them, after moving her hands away, even though her eyes trailed over onto their last cellmate who was currently laying down on the cot in the corner. It was another human...only this one was two inches shorter than Leon and had short black hair with a single yellow tipped bang that was curved up and above his head. ‘And I hope you regain some of your strength and energy back soon, Wingul. You’re in much worse shape than any one of us here…’ she stared at his sweating, weak form for a few moments until it became too much for her to see. ‘Just like…’ she turned back around and looked out beyond the steel bar door, staring at the dark cell across from them, which held a sleeping huge orange fox with nine tails inside. ‘...Just like that Vergil guy, Loki guy, and a few others in their own cells. They’re all suffering down here, and there’s really nothing much we can do to help them.’

Amy closed her eyes and lowered her head, hiding the expression on her face as she placed her gloved hands in her lap and balled them into fists, clenching them so tightly that fabric of the material let out a small squeak in protest.

‘I hate it.’

xXXXXXXXXx

Another day, another morning filled with nothing of interest or importance. How irritating. All of it was the same to Vergil. Very trying and grueling. It wasn’t going to help his overall mood improve, not while being stuck in this dreadful place and not while being stuck inside of this damn cell with a flirtatious bat and one of Dante’s friends.

While it’s true that he had nothing against Mary as he had worked with her on a few demon hunting missions before, and enjoyed them with her as his partner much to his surprise, she can still be a pain in the ass to deal with sometimes.

Lucky for him, the devil huntress hasn’t bothered him that much in the short amount of time they’ve been in here. It was his other cellmate, the G.U.N. agent one, he had to worry about. Since the other night and yesterday morning, she’d been nagging him with questions left and right. And when he didn’t answer all of them and only a few just to humor her, hoping that she’d get the hint to leave him alone after that, she ignored it and tried making sweet conversations with him.

It also didn’t help that she tried to get cozy with him—and she did that by flashing smiles at him...with a compliment or two thrown in there, which he spotted a mile away. The half-devil did not appreciate that one bit, and he told her so. But in a not-so-kind manner that nearly left the bat in tears.

He knew his words had hurt Rouge because he got attacked by Mary, who overheard it all, and received hell from her. He also realized that the bat only did that because she was nervous out of her mind. And to keep her from driving him crazy with her fidgeting and stop his fellow devil hunter from glaring at him into oblivion, he sucked up his pride and apologized to Rouge.

Vergil wouldn’t admit it, but he was thankful that the atmosphere between them had settled down and went back to normal.

He also didn’t talk much after that, preferring to regain some of his energy back with little cat naps here and there.

So he left the two ladies to interact with each other instead of him, and it worked out perfectly.

Everything had been going so well for him—with the dungeon being in a state of peaceful silence and everyone minding their own business.

...That is until he felt Jane’s aura explode.

The sudden presence, despite how far away it was from their location, of the woman’s demonic energy had both him and Mary raising their brows. And it didn’t take that long for the whole dungeon to explode into chatter—especially after their little slip-up.

Some of them became interested in their words. However, that only happened after a certain someone in the cell across from theirs opened his mouth and talked. He had no idea why the God of Thunder’s little brother wanted information on Jane’s Devil Mode, but he wasn’t going to give it to him—not after that sudden spark of emotion he caught in the god’s eyes when Mary answered his question and gave him nothing further.

The half-devil was suspicious and so was his fellow devil hunter. By acting the way they were towards Loki, it didn’t take very long for Rouge to catch what was going on, and even though he could see that she was curious as well, she wasn’t going to ask. Not while the God of Mischief was up and speaking to them. He could see that she was suspicious of the guy as well.

Vergil knew what the god was capable of, battle wise and intellectual wise, so he gave him the silent treatment. And so did Mary. They weren’t going to tell him anything personal about their friend other than what the public already knows.

After all, they had no idea what Loki wanted with Jane. And they had no idea why he tried to seek her out before New York’s invasion two years ago, which they wouldn’t have known in the first place if it hadn't been for one of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s top agents and Tony Stark who told them that bit of news.

“Oh no…” Rouge’s voice broke Vergil out of his thoughts. “They got caught too,” he looked up to see their giant guard dump Shadow and Jane’s bodies unceremoniously into, to his complete surprise and anger, Loki’s cell.

“Shit!” he heard Mary quietly curse next to him. “Why did that bastard stick her in his cell?”

“I don’t know! But with Loki’s other cellmates, Tony and that mysterious Jude guy, and Shadow now in there, I guess they can keep Loki from bothering her too much,” Rouge whispered to her.

‘Not like that’s going to stop him. That god seems to do whatever he wants,’ Vergil’s eyes narrowed into slits. His body tensed when the guard turned around and walked up to their cell. ‘What is he—’

Before any of them could react, the canine-vulpine creature opened the door and tossed Tails inside, pointing his grin and clawed finger right at him.

“Vergil!” Lady whisper-shouted in shock when the spiky white haired man crumbled to the ground in front of her, coughing up specks of blood while Rouge caught the two-tailed fox and sat him down. “Why you…” she looked up and glared at the creature right as he shut their cell door closed.

“Don’t think for a single moment that I didn’t notice the little bit of energy you regained back, half-demon,” the tall creature said, watching Vergil slowly drag himself halfway up with his head down, still coughing out blood. “Be thankful I’ve decided not to drain you completely of your energy like I did with the one behind me. The fool really thought he could trick me with his illusions, but it was all for naught,” he gestured to the cell behind him with a harsh laugh.

Vergil opened his eyes and slightly raised his head, spotting the God of Mischief —who was now a black and white hawk with green striped feathers— up ahead. He was currently out cold and sprawled on the floor next to the creator of Iron Man and Jude, who was a young man with medium-length spiky black hair and amber eyes. “I wouldn’t worry about that foolish Norse god. He’s alive and well...” the half-devil fully raised his head, wiped the blood off his chin, and gave him a blank stare all in one go. “Hmm, actually...not really hehe,” he squashed the urge to raise a brow at the tall figure’s somewhat sheepish tone. “Oh well, he’ll live!” the creature shrugged nonchalantly.

Vergil inwardly snorted. He couldn’t care less about the state Loki was in seeing as he didn’t like him very much or trust him. The guy could suffer for all he cares—especially after annoying the hell out of him and Mary yesterday, but he didn’t wish for his death knowing that there would be hell to pay from a certain older brother of Loki’s if that ever happened. He didn’t hate him enough for that.

Besides, he had other things on his mind to worry about. And the one at the forefront of his brain right now was his current situation.

‘This is getting ridiculous!’ he growled in anger.

He was furious—no, seething on the inside at this pathetic vermin in front of him. And he was furious at himself for letting this thing beat him. Over and over again. Damn it! If only he was able to keep some of his energy from being stolen…

...If only he had Yamato on him.

...If only he wasn’t so weak and in great pain right now.

“Now play nice with each other, y’all. Toodles!”

Vergil, Lady, Rouge, and the two men watched their guard with cold eyes as he turned on his heel and left their sight, whistling that damn cheery tune of his.

‘Very well, he’ll be the first to go once we find a way out of here,’ the half-devil vowed to himself, trying but failing to wave off Mary’s concern. He didn’t want to admit it, but he was far too tired to want to argue with her or do anything else really…

Except go to sleep.

And he did exactly just that, completely missing what the devil huntress had just said to him as he felt his exhausted body fall back into hers.

‘Wait...’

Before he completely blacked out though, his last thoughts were:

‘Why does Jane’s aura feel a bit off today? There’s something different about it, but I don’t know what it is. And why does that hedgehog’s aura feel demonic when he’s no demon at all?’

xXXXXXXXXx

“I told Reindeer Games that would be a bad idea, but did he listen? No, he didn’t!” the brown haired man sighed, staring at the large bird lying in front of him and next to Shadow and the dragon lady. “He’s just as stubborn as Point Break,” he turned his attention to the cell across from theirs to see Rouge lay Tails down on the empty cot in the corner and see Lady fussing at Vergil as she dragged him over to the wall and propped him up against it. “I have to wonder if all Asgardian Gods are stubborn or if it’s just those two brothers?” he mumbled, crossing his chained arms over his chest.

“I wouldn’t know, Tony. I don’t personally know Loki or his brother,” the black spiky haired man said with a small shrug.

Tony looked over and shook his head at Jude.

“Oh yeah. I guess you wouldn’t, Kid,” he turned his attention to the humanoid dragon in front of him, ignoring the younger man’s comment of “I told you to stop calling me that!” in favor of studying one of his new cellmates. “So this is supposed to be Jane huh? I find that hard to believe. But I did hear a weird rumor from somewhere that she can transform into a dragon demon of sorts.”

Jude said nothing and shrugged again.

“Eh, whatever. I’ll ponder on that thought later when I’m...not...so…” Tony trailed off with a yawn.

The spiky black haired man looked up to see his cellmate sit back against the wall and close his eyes. “Sleep well, Tony,” he said to the older man softly.

“Same to you, Jude.”

“Got it…” he said to himself.

Ten minutes later, after the whole dungeon became enshrouded in silent darkness, Jude closed his own eyes and went back to sleep.

xXXXXXXXXx

Somewhere in another area...

“You sure this plan of yours is going to work?”

“..........”

Sitting high up in a large tree next to each other and hiding from the local wildlife and monsters roaming around in the swamp-like valley below them, there were two silhouetted figures.

The shorter one had ruby red eyes and was flipping a small emerald green gem up and down in his left hand while the taller one had yellow-orange eyes shrouded in red sclera and was looking at the sun rising above the horizon in the far distance.

“Well, Jane?” he asked, looking at the relaxed smile on his companion’s face with slight impatience.

That smile soon transformed into a fanged smirk when she turned her head and looked at him.

“Yes it will, Shadow,” the pseudo devil woman stated firmly.

Then she turned back around to watch the view. A view that she found just as beautiful as the stars.

“The Doppelgangers are in place. Now all we have to do is just wait.”

“Good,” he said, putting his prized possession away.

“In the meantime though,” Jane turned to look at the hedgehog, taking care not to scratch the bark up with her wings as she shifted in her seat. “You wanna learn how to mix different substances and create different kinds of potions? Build something out of recyclable materials and the items lying around in this area?” she asked, grabbing his hands and squeezing them with an excited gleam in her inhuman eyes.

Shadow blinked, a bit caught off guard by her sudden mood change, and looked down at their joined hands for a few moments.

‘What a strange, cheerful woman Jane is,’ he mused to himself with an inward sigh. ‘But that seems to be who she really is deep down inside. And oddly enough, I don’t have a problem with that.’

A small noise of amusement left his lips as he raised his head up and looked at the woman who was slowly becoming his friend.

Not that he’ll ever admit it.

...Yet.

“Why not,” he squeezed back before letting go. “Show me what you can do.”

The smile Shadow received in return was bright enough to light up the whole sky and, apparently, his mood.

“Shadow.”

“Hmm?”

“I’m glad we’re not fighting anymore.”

—Silence—

“So am I.”

xXXXXXXXXx

Like many days, the God of Mischief always found himself on the edge, stuck between reality and the land of dreams. Never truly awake and never truly asleep. He always landed somewhere in the middle of the two. Every single freaking time. And he hated it, for many reasons actually. He can even think of a few at the top of his head right now: he was never really aware of his surroundings one hundred percent of the time or aware of what his cellmates were talking about the majority of the time, he never had enough seidr to do anything other than cast simple illusions either on himself or around the cell, and he was always so, so tired.

It made him cranky and, to his immerse displeasure, reckless. Now the raven haired god never considered himself to be a short-tempered person or very talkative for that matter (that was Thor’s sort of thing thank you very much), but it seems as if something has changed here.

He's developed a little short fuse, and it has gotten worse over the long period of time he's been down here in this strange world. It also didn't help that he got stuck with a bunch of mortals and creatures he was both familiar with and not familiar with in a dingy dungeon, surrounded on all sides with their many different auras and their strange yet powerful energy sources in the dark no less.

It made him both curious and cautious. Made him a bit claustrophobic too.

He’d be damned to admit this to anyone or out loud to himself, but he was scared. Really scared. Truthfully and rightfully so.

Still, he would never let that fear of his control him. He refused to.

So he squashed all of that by bugging his cellmates and everyone else in the near vicinity via sending a double in their cells through teleportation. He mocked them and riled them up in every possible way he could think of, for as long as he was able to even. And to be honest, it wasn’t much, given his weakened state and reserves of course.

Sometimes it worked and sometimes it didn’t. Loki had to give credit to ones who didn’t fall for his tricks. Or his silver-tongue. They were the smart ones who didn’t budge or blink at his attempts to insult them.

But the ones who didn’t know any better or hadn’t caught onto his little game however?

Oh he went in.

It was glorious.

He took great pleasure in needling them, and he smiled wickedly when they flew into irritation—or rage. It was something that he was good at. And it was something that he did to pass the time so that he wouldn’t succumb to boredom or anger, which a few had taken advantage of already.

Like that half-demon fellow named Vergil and his Midgardian friend named Lady. It irritated the hel out of him when they wouldn’t answer his questions about Thor’s little mortal yesterday. And the two had the gall to sit there, acting all smug and having silent conversations with one another, trading sly glances in his direction every so often while he sat in the corner and drowned in his own irritation with a cloud of misery above his head.

What was so bad about wanting to find out something about someone like Dr. Foster huh? It’s not like he was going to hurt the woman or anything. He merely wanted to satisfy his own curiosity and learn more about the mortal who grabbed his oaf of a brother’s attention. He had no plans for her or any ill intentions towards her—well, at least not anymore he didn’t. But in their defense, he supposed that they, along with S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Avengers, didn’t know that. He could understand their concerns.

But now that he was working alongside those heroes—as part of his punishment for attempting to take over Midgard, it wouldn’t hurt for them to drop those concerns of theirs.

‘They should be thankful that I’m not interested in the woman for other reasons. If I was a lesser man with not a shred of humanity in me or if I was a despicable, vile being who had questionable morals, I would’ve snatched her up and kept her for myself. Break her even. But I would never stoop that low. I refuse to.’

Loki opened his eyes and slowly yet carefully rolled onto his side, then stood up with little to no difficulty.

‘And for those who want to think of me as such will be tossed into the void.’

He looked down, noticing the black and green feathers on his body instead of pale skin and the long chain —which was connected to the ground in the middle of the cell— wrapped around his stomach, then looked up. The cell around him was dark, and he could hear the soft sounds of snoring coming from Stark and Jude behind him and from somewhere nearby—probably up front and closer to the dungeon’s main door entrance.

The God of Mischief sighed, a bit disappointed that his illusion shattered the moment he got robbed of his seidr again. He knew that damn guard of theirs was the one who did it. He also knew that it was a foolish idea to ambush the creature the second he stepped inside the cell with that bat mobian’s friends and that dragon demon lady in his arms.

Stark did try to warn him earlier, but he didn’t listen. He was just so angry, so furious at the huge canine-vulpine creature that he wanted to take a shot at him despite how weak he felt at that moment in time.

So he did.

And to no one’s surprise, he, Loki, the God of Mischief, Lies, and Chaos, failed spectacularly.

In the end, he got humiliated. He got drained completely of his magic and knocked face down to the ground in one hit, with his body sprawled out in front of his cellmates no less.

Hel, he literally blacked out from the attack!

And thankfully, he was only knocked out for two minutes.

If it hadn't been the rising volume of Stark's voice, he would've stayed knocked out much longer.

“No wait…” a low voice in front of him broke the god out of his thoughts.

Loki looked up to see the humanoid dragon lady mumbling something with a small glow around her.

“...Come back pretty little stars…”

He raised an invisible brow at her strange words, and yet, they tugged at something in his brain.

‘I wonder…’ he cocked his head to the side, staring suspiciously at the apparent dreaming dragon lady.

“No...Don’t run away…”

‘This voice...’ curious at the scene taking place before him, Loki stalked over to her side, fully aware of Stark stirring awake behind him. ‘Her voice sounds a little familiar. Where have I heard it before?’

“The stars…!” she mumbled in her sleep, louder this time—but not too loud.

‘Could this be who I think it is?’ daringly, he jumped up with a quiet flap of his wings and landed on the humanoid dragon demon’s chest, making himself comfortable on his new perch seconds later. ‘Is this—’

“What are you doing, Rock of Ages?”

Loki wanted to laugh at the surprised tone and wariness in the man’s tired voice, but he didn’t want to wake everyone else up, so he settled with a grin instead—one that Stark couldn’t see clearly in the dark.

“[Nothing nefarious I assure you, Stark. You can go back to dreamland now. I can tell that you’re practically half-asleep on your feet.]”

He completely ignored the burning stare boring into the back of his head and went back to watching the dragon lady who’d stopped her mumbling and was now sleeping quietly with a peaceful look on her face.

It won’t be long until she wakes up from the pressure sitting on her chest.

And once she does, he’ll be there, looming and waiting from above.

To greet her, scare her, or peck her, that is the question here.

“Loki…” Tony spoke lowly in warning, catching a gleam of something he didn’t like in the large bird’s green eyes, and he moved away from his spot up against the wall.

A sly smirk was the only thing the brown haired man received back in response.

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