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selective indie RP & ask blog for Maria Robotnik from the Sonic the Hedgehog series
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// This world needs more Blaze, if you're up for that challenge! I personally don't mind OC's either. Sometimes seeing those really good ones inspire me to make blogs for my own.

// I’m afraid I don’t know that much about Blaze, though I love her. :( I feel I wouldn’t be very confident writing her. But maybe I could attempt an OC? Or another more minor Sonic character? I really enjoy building off them.

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mobilemun ; *rolls back into existence* So. I want to come back because I really love interacting with Sonic muses, but I'm not sure I can do it with Maria. It's really hard to interact with people when your muse is dead. How does the community react to OCs? I'm tempted to make one, but if no one would be interested in them either, maybe I should write someone else? Is there a character you guys would be especially interested in?

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we were mostly talking about some ideas and how we wanted to make blogs then @masterprotector over here decided to just yell out that everyone should make ocs cause they’re awesome and I mean they are.
I say go for it, I’ve rped alot of ocs and it’s always good to at least give them a shot. what ideas did you have down for your oc?? I’d love to hear them!

// I was kinda thinking about rehashing some of my old childhood OCs. I made sooo many with my best friend way back when and I miss them. One was a flashy magician / entertainer and another (I think) was a Chao breeder / rancher or something.

I dunno, if I made a blog for one of them, I’d have to give it a lot more thought. And draw icons. Lots of icons. Oh boy.

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outoftime;

My roommate while playing SA2:B: (angrily, about Shadow) “WHY DO PEOPLE KEEP USING HIM INSTEAD OF SENDING HIM TO THERAPY.”

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It’s started happening. Again, after all these years of being alive thinking this Chapter was closed and done with, and there she is…again. Standing there with that face, a face void of any happiness.
I can’t go back down this way, I was sure I’d managed to seal this and never be back to find it; seeing that it’s only been busted wide open leads me to think this could be it. This is where I find how strong I am.
I’m terrified that she — no … it, is the one that is ultimately stronger…

His legs hung over the side of a small bed as for the first time in ages those irrational dreams came screaming back to replace his more pleasant dreams. Hands on knees and his face buried in his hands, Shadow was soaked in a cold sweat, almost trembling for reasons he wasn’t even sure of himself.

Maria was a memory that he’d come to terms with and moved on from. Everyone knew he mourned her and even he claimed to finally moved on; but these dreams were like some kind of hellish monster scratching under his bed. He couldn’t ever manage to just…escape it.

His puffy reddened eyes looked to his alarm clock, a groan following indicated he was only going to get thirty minutes to get ready for work.

Maybe he could call in and make use of those Vacation days that Commander always insists he use for once…

After being on hold for Commander for a good twenty minutes he finally got something going his way: his wish for a day off.

The second he got permission he wasted no time in hanging up the phone and curling up in bed with the covers pulled nearly over his head to shield light from the rising sun.

The absolute moment a hint of falling asleep came over him a subtle sound that was reminiscent of shuffling feet outside his door was enough to snap him wide awake; the littlest adjustment of his covers gave him just enough room to try and see but of course … Nothing seemed to be present within his bedroom doorway.

The deep longing didn’t ever truly go away. It never did.

Just like the sadness.

Just like the anger.

She’d been following him since the beginning. Or, rather, since the end. At first, he saw her every day. Every waking moment, she loomed next to him, and even when he didn’t see her, he felt her. Close. Suffocating. Crawling through his skin like a parasite.

But then he stopped.

He stopped because of them. Because they kept him distracted. They told him she wasn’t part of his life anymore, that he didn’t need her, that they were his friends now. What a laughable statement after they, too, had tried to hurt him, manipulate him for their own gain. 

It was enough to make her cry.

Quietly. Soft sobs from the corner of the room, nearest the foot of his bed. Her back is turned to him and her body hunches, shaking. Her hair, a dulled gold, spreads in thin, wild strings across her back and shoulders.

                                                                       It hurts.

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