Rises from the abyss of non-existence Blows a single party popper Sinks back into the darkness
To think the game that came out to commemorate the 15th anniversary of the franchise is now the same age itself. Don’t know about you guys, but I’m starting to feel old. Maybe I need to sell my soul to Mephiles for some temporal immortality before I age to dust.
Potentially considering reviving this blog now that I’ve regained access, as I feel I could slip back into the muse relatively easily. However all my previous resources ( icons, screenshots, ect ) are gone. So even if I do it may be a little while until this space is up and running again. Currently @the-owlchemist & @mindsculptcr are my main focuses.
Let’s be honest we all knew this was happening, I’m just getting around to making it official. My muse for Mephiles may not be gone, at least not entirely, but my will to play him is gone. It’s not due to drama or anything like that but rather a realisation that Mephiles isn’t a interaction-friendly muse. I’ve known it for a while and while I adored my time playing the villain for others it’s now grown somewhat repetitive. There’s only so many times I can write the same thing and keep it interesting, for both you and myself.
But this isn’t goodbye forever. I’m still around on other blogs (@alingeringwill) and my drive to play Mephiles may return one day. Who knows. This may only be a temporary thing while other fandoms take preference.
I’m going to wrap this up but first I want to thank all of you for supporting me on here and for all the fun times. When I first started this blog I never imagined that there would be 600 of you or that so many kind things would be said about my portrayal.
mxphiles sent ☪
The look of pure disgust at the costume pointed out by the his colourless duplicate was slowly shifted up to a deathly glare.
“I am not wearing that. You can be Joker, I’ll be Batman.”
❝ I will not subjugate myself to wear such tawdry face-paint for the sake of a ludicrous holiday. If we are to do this, we do so on my terms. Perhaps joint costumes of the undead would be more suitable; more fitting to the true origin of the holiday and less tarnishing to our reputations. ❞
Dear Mephiles, did you know that I am a fan of yours? If you didn't know that, then you do now, Mephy-chan. You're a good villain, but I know you can redeem yourself.
❝ I have no intention of searching for redemption. I have no need to justify or atone for my actions towards such lowly and inconsequential creatures. ❞
Quick OOC post to let you know that I haven’t left Tumblr in the wake of the latest update. At the moment you can find me over on alingeringwill until my draft pile builds up here again.
This I the next scenery of rvb.
alingeringwill:
▶ Independent Terra from KH Birth by Sleep ▶ Mid & post game verses ▶ Preference for para & multi-para threads.
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Sonic actually had a pretty vivid memory of what happened the first time he was faced against Mephiles. The flash of light, followed by something going straight through his chest and that was all he could remember before he was revived to defeat Iblis with Shadow and Silver.
Mephiles was the one person Sonic despised. He was responsible for his death, no surprise he would be.
Green eyes kept focus on him, waiting to see him make a move and it wasn’t long before Mephiles was liquefying himself and moving in for what was definitely an attack. Sonic quickly leapt away from the darkness that was forming at his feet, putting as much distance as he could between it and himself.
Eyes kept on him, not wanting to loose sight of him as that could result in the same result as last time. The blue hedgehog waited for Mephiles to make his next move. Sonic was generally one to take things in a lighthearted way, but this time would have to be the exception to that. He couldn’t afford to take this situation with his usual attitude. This was Mephiles he was dealing with, and he wasn’t going to stop until Sonic was D E A D !
( ✘ ) - Though Sonic may have leapt beyond the reach of Mephiles’ darkness it would do little to save the hedgehog. The enraged god had no intention of allowing Sonic an easy escape – through death or otherwise. Quakes caused the ground to tremor as a large beast ruptured from beneath the layers of shadows that coated the ground. Its purple hide was slick in its comprised form built from a mass number of Mephiles’ ghastly underlings. The large behemoth reared back to unleash a mighty roar which caused the very ground to tremble at its deafening ferocity.
The creature fell forward onto its front arms, its strength striking the earth as a heavy thud. It poised, purple energy forming in the opening of its gaping mow before it was unleashed in a beam at Sonic. The force enough to trace a path of destruction of ripped and vaporized earth between itself and the hedgehog.
There was no doubt that he sewed doubt into his mind. The needle crossing from lobe to lobe with doubt and distress. H a l l u c i n a t i n g what seemed so real. A vivid description of eternal darkness that plagued his every thought. That thin thread of confusion tugged and pulled out like a worm from the dirt. The wind howling in the silence. The gap between them filled with icy daggers. Swirling whispers of hushed screams lingering in the dead air between them.
There he stood in the silence second guessing his own mind. Was this but a figure of his own cryptic thoughts? Or was this a living being? The urge tingled across his digits, twitching with unquestionable desire to test his s a n i t y. A pause, hitched breath held before one step forward. Was this not a shadow of his own? Bones chilled, rattling beneath his skin. Chilling, skin tightening in the cold. What was this? Another step forward, the gap closing before a single hand reached out to close the distance. A single touch to settle his rattled mind.
( ✘ ) - Strength wavered with the second guessing of one’s own thoughts, one’s very sanity. Mephiles could see it; the doubt, the distress, that haunted features that were once so resolute. It was devoid of the anger Mephiles had grown to know, the heated glower of pure loathsome that had seemingly only ever been reserved for him. It had been replaced by the torment of the uncertainty of his perception of reality. The steel will that had denied even Mephiles’ own efforts appeared broken and bruised, inflicted by something so grievous that it would leave a lasting mark on the Ultimate Lifeform.
The death of one blue hedgehog, perhaps?
One hardly needed to be as cunning as Mephiles the Dark in order to realize that the death of Sonic the Hedgehog was likely involved in whatever tragedy had finally broken the Ultimate Lifeform. Yet, whatever the cause may be, it was g l o r i o u s to watch Shadow second-guess Mephiles’ very existence as the dark being stood in silence. Mephiles’ gaze was unwavering, unblinking, even as the distance between them gradually closed. It wasn’t until the other reached for him that Mephiles finally reacted, his form breaking apart into a shadowy mass that filtered through Shadow’s fingers to drift away on the soft wind. A careful play on the thought that he was nothing more than a hallucination – a figment of Shadow’s fractured sanity.
Mephiles’ presence returned to lurk in the shade that hung from the others feet. He would watch closely, deciding from Shadow’s reaction as to how he would proceed from here and what games they may play.
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