"My Actions Speak For Themselves." What They Say Is A Series Of Clunking Hisses From Where He's Punched

"you're doing that wrong," without saying anything else, julius snags the firearm away from the other soldier. he sighs as he shows him how to properly pull apart the gun in order to be cleaned, "why do they bother hiring you guys if you're not properly trained." julius isn't even explaining what it is he's doing: he's showing the man the proper way physically. expecting him to remember through sight alone. if he couldn't even get this right, he wouldn't last two more days inside of this base. G.U.N were strict when it came to protocols and how to follow standards. knowing how to dismantle, clean and service your own weapons was one of those skillsets: there wouldn't really be a weapon's expert out on the field. so if your firearm failed you were expected to be able to handle that without needing assistance.

starter. for peter (@wolfensong) BASED ON THE PREMISE THAT JULIUS & PETER MEET WHILE JULIUS AND PETER ARE PART OF G.U.N & WORKING TOGETHER AT A G.U.N BASE.

I didn’t miss that social cue I just thought it was stupid 

laugh tumbles out of him again, continuously, even as he's hit by that chaos energy and sent spinning and hurtling skyward. his hair starts to dishevel, mussed and messy bangs hanging over his forehead. & by now, especially from that spinning, those sunglasses have fallen off his face and clattered against the ground. so, when julius STOPS ON A DIME AND HOVERS there in the sky, shadow will be able to see julius' brilliantly glowing crimson red eyes, eclipsed only by the never ending void that were the black sclera of his eyes.

julius is teleporting in front of shadow then, looming and towering over him. shadow will feel it then, like a pressure: like the sheer energy from julius' presence and mounting chaos energy alone may root shadow to the spot. he doesn't grace shadow with a response, not right now. too lost in that NEED FOR MORE, MORE⸻

he's grabbing shadow by one of his raised wrists, that grin never having left julius this entire time. & with the ease that one might use to swat a fly ⸻ or move a newspaper off a table ⸻ julius breaks shadow's arm to the point that shadow's raised fist will be unnaturally bent backwards and yet up towards his own face.

   ⌦ HOW UNNAFFECTED THE other was made his fur bristle in frustration. Even being LAUGHED at fueled his rage. The hedgehog was ready to strike again, only to be met with brute force after brute force. Meeting the soil below, the hedgehog's claws tore out of the gloves tips, digging into the flesh. Being winded by the blow and now suffocating, Shadow's scrambling to pry the human off began to become frantic. Dissociation started to seep in, the dusk sky shifting in and out between bright white lamp lighting. The familiar feeling stirred a pool of panic within his gut. The words grilled into him caused the alien hedgehog to recoil into the dirt. He couldn't be trapped like this. Not again. 

         Hate, fury and fear glossed over those ruby cat eyes. They sparked over an orange hue as chaos energy began to spike. He wasn't able to do his full potential with the limiter rings on. Shadow had to do something. And fast. Bloodied claws glittered with electricity, twinning with the quills. A strained grunt was what he managed to get out, two fists of charged up energy hitting the man in the chest. Hard enough to send him flying. As soon as he was freed, he rose from the dent in the earth, coughing and rubbing his throat. 

      "W-what. . . are you?" The way he took other mortals down so easily looked like child's play with this man. Julius wasn't anything like what he was used to. It was like meeting a scientist face to face again when he was small and weak. Hands trembled as they lifted up into fists like a boxer, ears flattening down and backwards. 

fyi i do not “crush” i experience violent, all-consuming devotion and yearning that leaves me physically ill

Big fan of Lee's "Stone might also be an orphan", but I always thought how insane it would be if Stone did have a family, a big one, he just chose Robotnik.

Can you imagine? The one abandoned by his own family being CHOSEN above somebody else's family? That'd be...the poetic cinema, truly.

mother and father issues are so valid like yeah i do take issue with the way you two behaved. Actually

what kind of tragedy are you?

self-inflicted.

you were given the choice to live, a thousand times over, and yet you never choose it. not intentionally, oh no, you didn’t know it was a grave you were digging. but with every turn, you were twisting the knife deeper. every decision doomed you more. had it been anyone else, they would have made it. but you? you are so perfectly you, there was no escaping it. the true tragedy of it all, is how preventable it was.

PSA

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one of the best rp feelings in the world is when someone makes a tag for ur char/ship its like youve earned a little place with them and their portrayal of their character whether its an oc or canon and its so pure and good